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love-toxin · 1 year

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Okay but making me think of, crybaby/bimbo angelface who quickly realises its her strength of getting bully!eddie to be nice to her. Well, nice for him.

She won’t fight back, she’ll just whimper and blubber more and more, the more he yells. Whenever something bad happens, she’ll burrow right into him and hold on for dear life, to make him feel so big and strong and powerful. She’ll do whatever he says, coming back all cutesy and lovey dovey on him, so his teasing is not malicious in nature. And quickly it becomes a case of bully!eddie and his bitch/princess. People are beaten up all the time for you, but you just stay there, looking cute, and Eddie kisses you (and eventually all over your face) once he’s done. Everyone knows whose you are. And even though part of you feels bad for not fighting anymore, you kind of like being Eddie’s bimbo. Even though you have to rely on him for everything, it’s better than how things used to be. He dolls you up in clothes he picks out for you, and moves you around wherever he wants you. Holding you on his lap in the cafeteria and smiling that wicked smile when you get all giddy and happy because he’s holding you. And when a teacher forces you to get off his lap and your eyes start to well up with those baby tears? That teacher finds frogs from the science department all over their classroom, running to their car to find the tyres slashed - they’re lucky they didn’t control you enough to make you cry, or who knows what they would’ve found at home?

And when he’s rough in bed now, he kisses your poor pussy better with little kisses, so his baby doesn’t start getting all upset. So his pretty pussy knows he’s sorry, he’s gotta look after it after all now, she’s gonna make his babies one day. You’re his. He likes that you know your place and that you love it, any praise to you is control, and secretly he’s happy that gives him an ‘excuse’ to be all lovey to you now. He just wants to keep you in his arms, where you are so good to him and only need sleep and breathe eddie, forever

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOUR BIG BRAIN!!!!

(cws: bully!mean dom!eddie, f!bimbo!angelface, daddy kink, spanking, humiliation kink.)

bully!Eddie is so controlling, so mean, so manipulative--so what's the harm in doing a little of that back? letting some tears spill out and blubbering is about the most harmless form of manipulation, so why shouldn't you use it to your advantage?

it just spirals so far when you start taking that route, though. the first few times you sob and submit when he's bullying you, he just gets annoyed. but after a while, you get your new nickname; "crybaby", and Eddie completely harnesses that title as if there's a switch that's been flipped inside him--and you love it so much more than how he handled you before, even though you've abandoned any hope of being independent, or any desire for people to think you're smart and capable. cause you're not anymore, not to anyone who knows you're the girl under Eddie's arm and in his lap. you're a dumb little bimbo who cries easy and doesn't do anything without Eddie's permission or help, but nobody's allowed to touch you, yell at you, or show even an inkling of ill will towards you, lest they want the freak of Hawkins tormenting them for stomping on his babygirl's feelings.

and to be honest? being Eddie's princess is a lot more fun and a lot easier than being the way you were before. you can just let those thoughts float out of your head, those anxieties and stresses that he takes care of so they don't bother you, and do whatever he tells you. plus, you get way more kisses this way! <3

but it's not without its....quirks. the first time you accidentally let that name slip in bed, "daddy", Eddie gets so smug. he makes you say it in public, if he's in the mood to tease you or if he thinks you've been bad--won't acknowledge you unless you address him as such, sometimes pretends he can't hear you so you'll say it even louder. and, of course, you're gonna have to speak up and tell daddy what you want when he's fucking you, so he knows where to touch you and what you need him to say to make you cum.

he's not nice, either, even though you're his little princess. he'll pull over, bend you over his lap in the driver's seat of his van, and spank you in full view of passing cars if you act up while he's driving. he'll get out his belt and beat your pretty little cheeks until they bruise when you get home, and he'll make sure you cum while he does it so he can mock you for getting wet during daddy's punishment. and he'll tell you what makeup he wants you to wear when you go out, just so he can make sure you go heavy on the mascara--and when he drags you into the bathroom of the Hideout after his show, he can ruin that fucking makeup so it runs all the way down your cheeks as you sob out his name, pinned between his strong hips and the wall of the bathroom stall as he pummels you into it. and it'll be impossible for you to hide the fact that he bred you when you stumble out, face stained with tears and neck all marked up with bruises.

but his aftercare is shockingly sweet, when he's completely drained of any energy to tease you and just cleans you up and holds you. amiable to any request you make, even if he needs to go out and get food or pick up a softer blanket to remedy the one he ruined. he'll just drop treats in your lap too, candy bars and drinks he knows you like, or a little stuffed bunny that reminds him of you or plushies he just bought cause he knows how much you like soft things like that. and clothes, god, he's always finding something new for you to wear. a lot of it is his own clothes that he either lets you have or borrow depending on if it still fits, but he thrifts so many things that he customizes for you with patches and stitching and little things that just scream "I'm Eddie's", and even pays out a little extra to buy soft sweaters and cute comfy clothes that make you feel nice and safe.

you just need to think about him always. that's what makes him happy, that's what loosens his lips enough to tell you he loves you, those words you wanna hear so badly. and isn't it so easy? Eddie will always protect you, so long as he's the only one that gets to be mean to you--just be his sweet little princess, let daddy kiss you and love on that pretty pussy of yours, and Eddie will give you the world.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #bully!eddie munson #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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2af-afterdark · 2 years

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Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Barbatos x F!MC x Solomon

Characters: Barbatos, Solomon, Main Character

Additional Tags: afab!mc (you/your), mc called 'good girl' and 'babygirl', Daddy kink, threesome - F/M/M, blindfold, double penetration, teasing

Summary: Solomon and Barbatos decide to play a game with you.

A/N: I could have made this longer… I almost did…

Word Count: 1748

“You’re going to take me like a good little girl, yes?” Solomon asked as he slowly rubbed the head of his cock along your soaking entrance, watching you keen every time he threatened to finally push inside but didn’t. He hadn’t even entered you yet and your pussy was already painted in his precum.

“Mhm. Yes, Daddy~” Something in the pit of your stomach jumped forward calling him that. If you weren’t drenched already, you were sure you would have been by now.

“Oh, really?” Barbatos questioned as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip, pulling your attention toward him, “Do you plan to leave me out?”

“Of course not,” you pout, pressing your lips against his tip and looking up at him with the largest eyes you can muster.

“You’re both so cute,” Solomon cut in.

Barbatos sighed, “Please don’t say that.”

You only whimpered in annoyance as they used their conversation to distract them both from taking care of you.

Solomon looked down at you again, a smile plastered on his face, “I know.” He dragged his cock through your slick folds again, bumping against your swollen clit as he rocked against you without pushing in, “Be patient, Babygirl.”

You whined but accepted it because he was giving you something at least.

“Hey, Barbatos, want to try something fun?” The smirk that reached Solomon’s eyes should have worried you, but you were too needy and anxious to question it

“Your idea of fun is usually troublesome,” Barbatos shook his head.

“Oh come on. This is good, I promise.” He beckoned Barbatos over by crooking a single finger, whispering something into his ear that made the demonic Butler smile just as wide.

“I take it back. That does indeed sound fun.”

“What does?” You ask.

“Just a little game,” Solomon hummed, “One the three of us can play together.”

“Would you like to play as well? A game where you aren’t allowed to know anything?”

You blinked at them, wondering what that could mean.

“The rules are simple. We’re going to cover your eyes and then we’re going to touch you however we want. If you can guess who’s touching you you get a point. If you fail, we get a point. Whoever has the most points at the end gets to decide who gets to use which of your pretty little holes.”

You pout, lifting your hips to grind against the underside of Solomon’s still hard cock, “But, Daddy, you’re so close.”

“But you don’t want to leave Barbatos out unfairly, do you? This is a more fair way to decide who gets to use you.” He slapped his heavy cock against your still soaking entrance a few times, sending sparks through your body

You bit your lip but nodded, “A quick game won’t hurt.”

Solomon smirked, “Good girl.”

Barbatos crawled out of the bed, walking over to one of the dressers in the room and pulling out a black tie before coming back over and handing it to Solomon to examine.

"Would you mind if we put this on you?” Solomon asked, holding up the makeshift blindfold for you to examine.

You only nodded.

He sat you up and placed the fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head so you couldn’t see, “How does it feel?”

“It’s comfortable.”

“And you truly cannot see?” That was Barbatos’ voice.

You shook your head.

The men looked at each other with mischievous eyes, knowing that their plan was so close to being set in motion, “Well then, let’s begin.”

Soft lips tickled the side of your neck, slowly creeping higher until they were nibbling at the shell of your ear. You groaned at the touch, stretching your neck so they had more room to kiss and play with.

“Come on, Babygirl. Don’t go silent on us.” That was Solomon again, “Who’s touching you?”

Given that Solomon had just spoken and those lips hadn’t left you once, “Barbatos.”

“Ding ding ding. Wonderful guess.”

“So astute,” Barbatos added after giving one last kiss to your temple.

“You made it too easy for her.” Solomon laughed, “The next one should be harder.”

You felt the bed shift beneath you right before lips pressed against your own. They started feather-light, almost shy in how they sought out your own, but the kisses quickly turned hungry. A tongue slipped inside, tasting your own and grazing over the walls of your mouth as your head went fuzzy. You awkwardly rubbed your legs together to try and satisfy the feeling that continued to grow between your legs.

But you knew those kisses; the kind that couldn’t wait to seek you out and threatened to eat you alive.

You pull away and breathe heavily before answering, “Solomon.”

“Right again,” he whispers just in front of you so his breath tickles your skin.

“Who made it too easy now?” Barbatos teased.

“It’s only a warmup,” he reassured as he pulled away from you.

Smooth hands crept forward across your skin, groping at your breasts as they played with the weight. Thumbs spiralled around your nipples and flicked at them playfully.

“Nggh,” you whined as the sting hit you.

“That’s not a name, Babygirl.”

You bit your lip, “Barbatos.” He loved to toy with your breasts, so the feeling was familiar.

“You continue to show your brilliance,” his velvety voice whispered straight into your ear, sending a wave of electricity down your spine, “What about this?”

Something cool and thin wrapped around your waist, the very edge slipping down your navel and toward your swollen nub. You groaned as your folds were pushed aside and your clit was attacked with vigor. It was slow, purposeful, almost artistic in how they teased.

“Barbatos.” That had to be his tail. The cool, wet feeling of the duo ends focusing on such a small spot that drove you wild was something only he could do.

Or not, as Solomon spoke, “That’s a point for me.”

“Did you really mistake his magic trick for my tail?”

Yes. “I’m sorry.” It just felt so much like the real thing.

“Don’t apologize, Babygirl.” Hands were placed on your knees and proceeded to spread you open, “Just do better.”

This time, the feeling against you was warm. The flat of a tongue licking a messy stripe up your slit before soft lips wrapped around and sucked at your still aching and needy clit. Then the pattern repeated, this time with their tongue pushing deeper into your heat so they could lap up your dripping juices.

You honestly had no idea who was between your legs, “S-Solomon?”

“Too bad,” Solomon chuckled as you felt a finger slip into your pussy and scrape against your walls, “Is it really that hard to tell us apart?”

“I’ll do better, Daddy. I promise.” It wasn’t like they were testing you in this game of theirs, but you still felt you should apologize for not being able to tell who was touching you.

“Then who has you right now?”

“Barbato- Ohhh.” Your words are lost as another finger finds its way inside of you, scissoring you open.

“Very good,” Barbatos voice vibrates against your cunt, “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

Hit. Hit. Miss. Hit. Miss. Miss. Miss. Hit. Miss. Miss.

The longer they kept going, the more they both toyed with your already needy and wanting body, the more you started to blur their touches together. It was too hard to keep track of who was pressing their lips against your chest or running their tongue across your skin; who was humping between your legs without giving you what you wanted or who was stuffing you with their fingers. Sometimes they would even work together as one kissed you enough to leave you feeling starved of oxygen while the other lifted your hips and kissed you in a different way.

It was all too much by the time they decided to end the game, leaving you a sweat coated mess as you panted against the bedsheets. In all the time they’d played with you, they had been careful not to penetrate you but also not to let you cum and you were starting to feel it. All you wanted was to finally have them stretch you around their cocks.

“I believe that’s my win then,” Solomon said as he reached around to undo the blindfold and let it slither to the ground.

You didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you didn’t care. You just wanted someone to finally do more than tease you.

“Please, Daddy.” Your bottom lip jutted out with the tiniest of pouts as your glazed over eyes stared into the far distance, unable to focus on anything properly, “Please fuck me.”

“Shh, I know. And I know you’re going to take everything like the good girl you are.”

Solomon sat you in his lap with your back pressed flat against his chest. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, just barely opening you up as you mewled and begged for more.

He tenderly kissed the side of your head before slipping his hands under your knees and lifting them so you were spread open and unable to hide anything from Barbatos who looked on with his hand lazily stroking his own cock.

“Don’t you remember, Babygirl? We can’t leave Barbatos out of this.” He gave the demon a smirk, inviting him closer.

He did so, sitting on his haunches as he lined himself up much the same way as Solomon, the very tip of his cock promising to bury deep inside of you as soon as he was ready.

“Now, ask nicely.”

White-hot fire rushed across your skin as you stared down between your legs where they both promised to tear you open, “Please? I want both of your cocks so bad.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Solomon dropped your weight down onto both of their lengths as they pushed forward into you. The way your pussy accepted them without a fight made you blush, but more than that it made your toes curl and your head lull backward as your mouth opened in gaping shock. All they had done was push inside and you could already feel that little ball inside of you coiling up so tightly it felt it would snap.

They were going to ruin you before the end of the night, you just knew it.

#2af writes #obey me smut #solomon smut #barbatos smut #afab fic #cw daddy kink #cw multiple partners #cw vaginal penetration

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definitely-ur-mommy · 1 year

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You're sitting at your desk reading emails when you hear the door open. You don't usually look up to see who it is, but this time you're already looking before even thinking about it. It was him.

"Hey there, cowboy." You think to yourself.

He gives you a weird look before stuttering "Y-You have any 10mm wrenches? Mine broke." He holds up a broken wrench.

"How did he manage to do that? Those things are made of steel! It's broken clean in half!" You think to yourself. You're amazed at how strong he must be to have done that. He stares at you patiently. You realize you've been staring at his arms for the last minute.

"Oh! Sorry. Yes, of course. What size did you say again?" You ask while letting your eyes fall to his crotch.YouI see the belt he wears every day and think of that day he used it on you under the stairs.

"It's... Uhhh... A 10, darlin'." he says.

"Ooh darlin'! I like the way he said that." You think to yourself. You get up from your chair and walk to your boss's office where he keeps the more expensive stuff.

"Let me see what he has in here..." Your voice trailing off as you look in the toolbox. You don't really want to find it. You want to spend more time with the cowboy. You glance at him and realize quickly that he's been watching you the whole time you've been searching.

Some hair falls in front of his glasses. He brushes it back to maintain the style. He must spend so much time every morning getting his hair to look like that. He also adjusts his glasses.

When you finally look back at the tool box you can hear his steps and then his hand quickly covers your mouth. He's standing right behind you now. You moan from under his hand.

"Shhh darlin' you have to be quiet for me." He whispers in your ear.

As soon as his skin touched yours, you could feel yourself getting wet. His left hand is covering your mouth while his right hand pulls you by the waist closer to him. His squeeze is so tight on your waist there are sure to be marks.

His hand trails down my waist to your thigh. Your head is spinning as you arch your back to push your ass closer to him. He used his hand and his knee to push your legs apart. Your head falls back as you moan behind his hand again.

"Don't make a sound. This will be a lot worse for you if you do." He says before slowly lifting his hand off your mouth to help his other hand with unbuttoning your pants. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head. You don't want to piss him off but he's touching you in all the right ways. You have to bite your bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

He presses himself harder into you. You can feel his dick throbbing under his pants. He wraps his hands around your waist. You can hear his breathing getting faster. He works his left hand under your shirt up toward your breasts. His fingers curl under the fabric of your right bra cup as he pulls it down. He squeezes and you have to bite your lips harder to keep from moaning. He pinches your nipple. You can feel his parted lips on your neck. The hot breath gives you goosebumps.

His thumb on his right hand locks under your waist band at the side. He slowly moves his hand toward your center. When he reaches the opening of your pants he makes his way down over your panties, feeling the area that you’ve already soaked. His fingers rub the wet spot. Your breaths are long and quiet, a moan might sneak out if you’re not careful. His left hand is still playing with your hard nipple, his lips still on your neck. You just want him to fuck you already.

“Not yet, babygirl.” He whispers in your ear giving you a playful nibble before licking your neck.

His fingers push your panties to the side and finally he can feel exactly how wet you are for him. He slowly rubs up and down your slit only stopping to make little circles on your clit. He teases your hole barely allowing the tips of his 2 fingers to enter. Your breath quickens and you begin rolling your hips back and forth at the rhythm he set with his fingers.

His left hand grabs the top of your shirt near the collar, ripping it open. You hear at least one of the buttons hit the ground. You let out a moan before you realize his hand is already over your mouth. It’s like he knew you were going to moan.

“I told you to be quiet. I am not going to tell you again. The next time there will be severe punishment.”

He pushes his fingers deeper into your pussy. He finds your g spot immediately. If he wasn’t holding you up you’re sure you’d fall down. You can feel your abs tighten as that familiar feeling begins to wash over you. Your mind is climbing the high of his curled fingers rubbing your g spot.

Your hips rock faster while his thumb is circling your clit. Your breath catches in your throat, you’re so close.

“Yes.. Please!” You try to say behind the grasp of his hand.

The only thing you hear is your moans and your slick pussy closing on his fingers as they fill you. You stand on your toes trying to work your ass on his now rock hard cock. He removes his fingers from inside you, making you feel so empty.

“You only get to cum when I tell you to. You haven’t been very good, doll.” He turns you to face him. His eyes looking down at you. It almost looks like he’s staring behind your eyes. Both of his hands are holding your face now. You pout your bottom lip. He grins wide looking back and forth between our eyes.

“Poor little slut. Maybe next time you’ll listen to me and shut up while I use your holes.”

You whimper hoping you can change his mind. He takes a small step back to look at you. Your shirt is torn open. Your bra cups are pushed down exposing both of your tits. Your nipples are still hard from him pinching and playing with them. Your pants waistband pulled halfway down your ass. Your pink lace panties scrunched to one side showing your needy little pussy to him. Your hips rolled forward inviting him to touch you more. Your tongue lolled out begging for a taste.

“Please, let me make you happy.” You whisper.

“That’s it!” He says sternly. “I’m going to fill that pretty whore mouth up so you can’t say another word.”

He pushes you to your knees by your shoulders, never breaking eye contact. His hand catches your face as your knees reach the ground between his feet. He’s bent at the waist to reach his hand to your mouth.

“Such a sexy little slut.” He sneers. “But you’ve been oh so bad. Open up wide for me now.” His thumb coaxes your lips apart pressing into your mouth. He presses hard on your tongue before your lips close and you begin sucking his finger. Looking up through your eyelashes you think you see a small smile on his lips. You open your mouth wide just like he told you to. You move your head up and down to rub your tongue on his thumb. Drool drips off your tongue onto your tits.

“Good..” He moans. “Would you like to taste my cock?” He asks down at you. You nod eagerly. “That’s right. Now sit up nice and tall.” He says with his hand on your chin lifting you up. You are no longer resting your ass on your feet, you’re standing on your knees. His crotch is right in front of your face. You can almost smell his arousal. Your hands reach up to start taking off that beloved belt. He slaps one of your hands away quickly. “With your mouth.” He says glaring down at you.

You wrap your arms around his legs, feeling the round fat of his ass tensing as you touch him. It’s not very easy taking a belt off with your mouth but you manage it in a matter of moments. The button on his pants proves to be the hardest. You struggle for a minute before he reaches down to help you.

“Silly stupid girl, you need practice I see.”

You continue to look in his eyes while your teeth find his zipper pull. Pulling it down you can feel his cock pushing the fabric of his boxes against your nose.

You pull your head back to get a better view of his face. You’re not sure how you’ll get his pants and boxers off without your hands.

“You keep needing my help, I may as well suck it myself.” He sneers. A small chuckle builds in his chest. "It's not your fault darlin'. I need to train you into the slut we both know you are." He says. You can hear the affection in his voice. It makes your pussy gush all over again. You're dying for a taste of his cock now. He easily removes his pants and boxers. A dribble of precum at his tip is glistening in the office lights. He's standing straight up now, looming over you watching your eyes take him in.

You immediately take him into your mouth. The bitter salty taste is exactly what you wanted. Your tongue lolls out to get him nice and wet. Your lips wrap around him as you move your head back and forth. He already tastes so good. You think about his cum as you move your head faster. Sucking him and licking him you look up and see his head fall back. You see his chest heaving with deep breaths.

You find your rhythm working his cock in your mouth. He moans "Keep going. Faster." You pick up speed taking more and more of him in your mouth. Drool is collecting at the corner of your lips.

He reaches both hands down. One grabs your hair, right at the root to not hurt. The other high on your throat. He moves your head faster and deeper than you can yourself. He's slamming the back of your throat with his cock, it feels so good.

He removes himself to let you breathe. Gasping for air you look in his eyes to see if you're doing a good job.

"Yes, you're a good slut." He moans.

He pushes himself back into your mouth. Tears sting your eyes. Your makeup is surely ruined. He continues fucking your face. Filling your mouth with his dick. You feel his pace begin to slow. His fingers curl against your neck and scalp.

"Don't waste a drop!"

You feel his strong appendage twitch against your tongue. Finally, the salty hot ropes of cum are streaming out. You eagerly swallow every bit. He's still slowly moving your head back and forth. He slowly starts to get soft still inside you. You continue to suck so not a drop leaves your mouth. He winces from the overstimulation. Your hand meets your mouth to catch anything that might make its way past your lips.

“Let’s see, doll.”

You lean your head back and open your mouth wide so he can see that you swallowed all of his seed.

“Good girl.” He pats you on the head. “Now we can finish this later.” He zips his pants and fastens that belt. Reaching over you into the tool box he finds the wrench he needs. He kneels down so his face meets yours. He kisses your lips. “You okay, darlin’?”. You nod with a smile. Before turning toward the door he winks and says. “Next time, be quiet and I’ll let you cum."

#f!reader #k1nk blog #tw degredation

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yeoreos · 3 years

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hate sex || jjk (m)

pairing :: jungkook x reader

genre :: 18+, fwb!au, smut, basically pwp

summary :: jungkook decides to show you how much he loves hates you.

warnings :: jungkook is in love with you, smut (corruption kink, big dick!jk, size kink, pussy slapping if you squint, oral (f. and m.), overstimulation, unprotected sex [be safe], sex in front of a mirror, denied orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, crying but it’s because jungkook is not showing any mercy on oc, hard dom!jk, somewhat brat!reader, a pinch of soft dom!jk, tattooed!jk, i think that’s it?)

wc :: 3.6k (of pure smut)

note :: first imagine ever please be kind :(( lowercase intended !!! (unedited)

“strawberry funnel cake frappuccino for y/n?”

your ears perked up at your name being called by the barista, indicating that your order is ready. you pushed past people, shocked at how packed it was despite it being a wednesday morning.

as for your situation, however, you needed that coffee. last night, the night of your date with your tinder match, didn’t happen. you realized how much time and energy you wasted looking your best for someone that didn’t even appreciate it. the rest of the night, you spent crying; not for your date, but for the makeup look you worked so hard on not to even get a reaction from anybody. but you didn’t let that stop you.

you grabbed your phone from the beige purse you had in your hands and threw the purse on your bed. from the lockscreen, you swiped left to open the camera app. from the angle it was in, the camera captured your feet.

a few small pictures to upload to instagram wouldn’t hurt, right? and so for the next hour or two you spent in the bathroom having a photoshoot, silently thanking yourself for not throwing away the tripod that sat in the corner of your room, serving no purpose until that moment.

you took a few snaps in the bathtub with the water reaching the brim and your favorite scent littered into the water, along with a few rose petals to decorate it. this is going to be amazing.

you sat in the bathtub, naked, careful not to let the water touch your face. with one person’s face in mind, you took the pictures, added a filter on them, and posted them onto your instagram, without a caption, because you sucked at those.

locking your phone, you sat in bed and went back to sleep, approximately around the time when the sun started rising, so of course you needed that coffee.

your best friend, Jimin, had heard all about it and had even been the first one to like and comment on your post. he commented so many times about how good you looked and how it was your date’s loss that he stood you up. it got to the point where he almost got shadow banned.

that was until he flooded your private message with more comments.

there was a specific comment, however, which caught your eye.

jeonjk97: damn babygirl

of course jungkook would comment something like that. but it didn’t fail to make you feel like you were on top of the world.

fuck him and fuck his stupid self.

and the situation you were in was exactly that.

jungkook always had a preference when it came to girls. although he wasn’t the playboy type, he was still a boy and needed his desires to be satisfied. he preferred the innocent ones; “they have the tightest cunts” he would say.

but it was more to it than that. he knew that the innocence was fun to break down, to stain it with his touch where he knew his one-night stand would come back for more and fall to his feet, practically kissing it. he wanted to watch the way they would turn from someone so pure to someone equivalent to him in bed.

he figured that you were a virgin by the way you almost always had your nose in a book. but the first time he asked you to come over, he was shocked to see that the person you showed to everyone was nothing but a mask to hide it all.

this was the first time you had caught jungkook’s intriguing eyes.

jungkook always reminded himself that he was only there to take, not to give, but it was getting harder and harder to do that each time you gave yourself to him. for him to use but he couldn’t. not when saw you as something more than just a quick fuck.

to make matters worse, you hated him with all of your guts, yelling out words that shouldn’t be uttered to him when the two of you weren’t in the premises of your (and sometimes his) bedroom.

“you’re a small, pretty thing, aren’t you?” he murmured to himself, standing next to your bed. you were sitting up on it, looking at him with a fire behind your eyes and a small smirk playing on your red lips. at that moment, he didn’t care about the feelings he had as all he wanted to was to take his cock out of the confines of his boxers and fuck your throat until you were gagging and choking on it, digging your nails into his thighs for leverage and a request to let you catch your breath.

“yes.” with your chest heaving up and down, the wetness between your thighs became more, the ghost of your orgasm pulling at every nerve in your body. that tingling feeling in your veins has you in a haze, wanting nothing more than just him.

he smirked, his purple hair falling over his eyes, and from the light hitting his back, it casted a shadow over them, making everything more exciting. every feeling and craving of touch for him was heightened, and you were getting tired of waiting.

“hurry the fuck up, jeon!”

bad mistake.

immediately, he went up to you and grabbed you by the neck, pulling you so you were propped on your knees and in front of him. jungkook looked down at your lips and bit his own, thinking about the pretty sounds that would be coming out of them in a few moments.

with his free hand, he trailed his fingers down, teasingly running them down your skin to your shorts. the ghost of his fingers has your breath caught in your throat and as soon as he reaches your clothed mound, he presses his fingers down. you let out a sound near a gasp and shut your eyes immediately. a harsh slap is delivered to your pussy and you mewl out in pleasure.

“don’t raise your voice at me, understand?” his fingers toying your clothed clit was making it hard for you to voice anything back, so you nod your head instead. “words, baby.”

oh he was evil.

“y-yes.” he smirked, satisfied with your response. he had never seen you so desperate for him in all the times he had spent with you.

he was aware of the fact that your panties had been soaked with your arousal, wetting his fingers in the process. “tell me what you want, princess.”

you swallowed air, choking on your own words for a second. you couldn’t believe what you were about to ask for. “i want- want you to fuck me...” with the way you trailed off, jungkook was sure it was more than just that, so he quirked a brow, giving you permission to speak further, “want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

something in jungkook seemed to snap because his eyes went a shade darker and an animalistic growl rumbled from deep within his throat.

all of a sudden, you were thrown onto the bed as jungkook got on his knees and tore your panties open, a loud gasp echoed throughout the room.

at first, jungkook took all the time in the world, leisurely toying with your clit and licking your opening until you turned into a moaning mess underneath his tongue, tugging on his bright locks like the floor was lava or something like that. it was only until you begged him to go faster, that he sped up the process of his tongue, assaulting your pussy. his strong grip on your thigh blocked you from distancing yourself from him and whenever you would, he suck on your clit, pulling it into his mouth and using his tongue to abuse the little nub. you grinded your hips into him, embarrassed of how good you were feeling, despite your strong negative feelings towards him on a daily basis.

“perfect little pussy,” he mumbled against your clit, “made for me to fuck.” that was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, legs shaking, sinful sounds escaping your lips.

but that wasn’t it, he wanted to fuck you like he hated you, so he showed no mercy again when he entered two fingers into you right after your orgasm, the burning stretch making teas accumulate in the corner of your eyes. his mouth was back on your clit, still sensitive mind you, before you could protest any further. his hooded eyes stared at you, wondering how someone could look so beautiful in this situation.

it was only until your back arched off your bed as your mouth was gaped with no sound coming out, fingers holding onto dear life in his hair and pressing his face further between your thighs, that you came for the second time just by his mouth.

it wasn’t like you were against the idea, because in all honesty, you did ask for him to use you, but oh god if you knew the dangerous territory you were stepping in, you would’ve backed away a long time ago.

after you had calmed down from your high, although heart still racing, you slid down to the floor and got on your knees. jungkook wasn’t expecting this, all he wanted to do now was to fuck you until he rearranged your guts, but who was he to back down from your request of sucking his dick.

jungkook was haste to unbuckle his belt, already envisioning how you would look sucking his cock. however, he didn’t have to envision that for too long, because without any restrictions, you licked the crown of his dick, sending a shiver to go down his spine.

as for you, however, you didn’t realize how much you missed his dick until it was right in front of you and you could finally touch it. the pre-cum shined on his tip and it was waiting (im)patiently for you to give it some sort of relief. he reaches down for your hand and brings it to his dick, indicating that you do the action here. you grab it’s base and glide his tip over your mouth, smearing his arousal on your lips.

you part your lips and he allows you to have control over how much you were going to take in. when your warm mouth closes around him, he breathes out loud. you swirl your tongue over the head and taste the salty pre-cum. the feeling of his veiny cock feels so good in your mouth and you couldn’t wait for it to be shoved in your pussy. you start bobbing your head, using your hands for the parts your mouth couldn’t cover.

“oh fuck,” jungkook curses and entangles his fingers in your hair, pushing it back and holding it into a makeshift ponytail. it wasn’t until he wasn’t satisfied with how much you were taking into your mouth, that he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, going slow at first, then deciding to stay at a ruthless pace.

you opened your mouth and slacked your jaw, allowing him to use you as he pleased. jungkook curses underneath his breath when your submissiveness turns him on even more, but he’s quick to guide his cock in and out of your mouth. and truth be told, he could probably do this in his sleep with the amount of times he’s fucked your mouth. you gag around him, eyes glistening with warm tears as he continues his pace. jungkook holds your head when the feeling is too much and he becomes vocal.

letting out loud moans and groans, jungkook goes insane, almost cumming then and there.

but he couldn’t. he wanted to cum inside of your pussy.

your scalp physically hurt when he let go of your hair and slipped his dick out of your mouth, permitting you to catch a breath which he stole.

he picked you up by your waist and threw you on the bed, your head into the soft covers of your bedsheet. jungkook held you by your hips, pulling them up, so your ass was in the air and your head was in the mattress.

he took his sweet time teasing and making you push your ass back for more, but he wouldn’t give himself to you just yet. he wanted to teach you your lesson.

and once he bottomed out, you moaned into the sheets, aware that you were drooling on them. it just felt that good. you loved it all. loved the way he was balls deep into you, loved the way he gripped your hips that it was going to leave marks, loved the way he was chanting your name like a mantra when you clenched around him, loved the way that he was the one fucking you.

as much as you would hate to admit it, jungkook was an all-rounder; perfect at everything he did whether it be sports, gaming, cooking, fashion. you name it, he could do it. including fucking you and that was your favorite part about him. that no matter how much the two of you hated (and one even loved, but that’s a conversation for another day) each other, you would always go back to each other like two opposites on a magnet.

this view was nice, but jungkook wanted more. he wanted to see your face contort in pleasure, but at the same time, he wanted to see the way your cunt would take his cock. so, from the corner of his eye, he peeks at the mirror and considers the idea for a bit before moving around on the bed so you guys were in front of the mirror.

“w-what are you doing- mph!” jungkook enters you without even giving you a chance to complete your sentence. he brutally snaps his hips so his dick dives into your pussy, your walls doing nothing but contracting against his shaft.

jungkook bends down and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it as your neck cranes over to see the two of you in the mirror. through your reflection, you could see the way jungkook looks back with the same hungry and lustful eyes. your eyes travelled to your position and the sight alone had you gushing for him, more wetness pooling. you look at the way your hair now looked like (and probably did) it had knots in them, your lipstick smeared across your lips and some parts of it getting on your cheek and chin, your mascara smudged over your eyes. you looked bad, but a good type of bad. it had jungkook ramming his hips into yours even more.

“look at you,” he says although that was what you were doing the whole time, “such a dirty slut. who’s making you feel this good, huh? who?!”

“y-you, oh fuck jungkook, please don’t stop, don’t stop please, i’m going to-”

“don’t you dare.” the way the words came out of jungkook’s chest has your heart rate speeding up and you could’ve sworn he got harder inside of you.

in response, you mewl and shake beneath him, finding it hard to hold in your orgasm. with the way your vision blurred, you knew you were close, your release so close yet so far away.

jungkook leaves open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking into your skin, leaving a dark purple mouth he knew you were going to try to cover up the next day. for a little while, jungkook stills his hips, ravishing in the way your mouth is hung open and hands were shaking, trying their best to support the weight of your body. he holds that position, his lips pressing tender kisses on your neck. although you desperately want him to fuck you, another part of you wants to cherish this moment.

so, you close your eyes in return and moan.

once he finished torturing the delicate skin of your neck, his eyes get drunk on your body, intoxicating him. at first, he watches through the mirror, watching the way your chest heaved for air. his eyes soon travelled to your back, to your ass, where he saw how deep he was buried into your cunt.

“your cunt is taking me so well, babe.”

once he sees that you were ready to take more, he pulls back and in one swift thrust, he pushed into you, a scream ripping through you. he does that again and again, causing the same reaction from you. jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside of you, torturing you just to make you beg for him. you need him to fuck you relentlessly, so that’s exactly what you vocalize.

“please, jungkook,” your voice is nothing but a whisper, “please fuck me.”

“you should hear yourself, baby, the way you’re desperately begging for me. begging to be fucked,” he chuckles, “you already came once? or was it twice? how greedy can you be.”

“i’m you’re slut, jungkook. please fuck me.”

it was a light switch. something in him flicked and jungkook immediately started snapping his hips into you. “say that again, you little whore. who’s slut are you?”

“jungkook’s. only jungkook’s- fuck!”

he pushed his cock back before slamming into you with both of his hands on your hips. the lewd and slick sound of your pussy and your wetness leaving onto his cock echoes throughout the room and you could’ve sworn jungkook whimpered.

when that wasn’t enough, the sex god behind you takes both of your hands, pulling it behind you, setting yet another brutal pace. he can’t help but wrap his tattooed arms around your small, fragile ones. his eyes lock with yours, your throat protruding a gulp of air you had swallowed.

“you look so pretty, your hands behind you as i’m fucking you, i wish you could see yourself. fuck,” he rumbles.

you moan at his words, because you couldn’t agree more. his hands were perfect; every inch of your body that he would touch, lick, kiss, all belonged to him. you belonged to him and jungkook was going to make sure you were aware of that by the end of the night tonight.

“moan louder,” he says while thrusting into you. “let everyone hear how much of a little slut you are for me.” he emphasizes the last word. his possessiveness was showing, but did either of you care? no.

as you give him exactly what he wants, he smiles while letting his cock fill you up, his hips hitting against yours with aggression. this all causes sparks of pleasure to coarse through your body, your veins felt like they were lit on fire, but not in the bad way. it was in a way only he could make you feel.

as you look at him through the mirror, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. you watch the way he looks back at you with a cloudiness in his eyes and the way his pink tongue swipe across his bottom lips. jungkook keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with a different urgency every time

“please- jungkook please, i need to cum!” you were begging, not even caring how pathetic you looked and sounded.

“not until i tell you to,” the evil tone in his voice was evident and you didn’t know how longer you could hold in your release.

jungkook noticed the way tears freely fell from your eyes. something took over him, a sense of care. halting his hips, he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your neck. “just a little longer, yeah? you’re my good girl, and my good girl can do it. it’ll feel amazing, i promise.” you shuddered, a whole new feeling blossoming inside of you. a radiating warmth coursing throughout your body.

his hands could feel the way your body trembled and quivered underneath him with each thrust. the way he started his merciless pace had you losing yourself to the feeling of lust and desire. your face scrunches up, a feeling of your coil about to snap in your stomach.

jungkook quickly noticed and brings one of his hands which were previously wrapped around your wrists, made their way around your waist and to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. it wasn’t long until you were coming undone, with jungkook whispering praises and sweet nothingness into your ear.

a few moments and pumps later, jungkook feels his dick twitch inside of you. pulling out, he cums on you: your ass, your back, and your cunt.

still feeling high from your euphoria, the two of you stay in that position.

completely mesmerized in your afterglow, jungkook looks at you, you doing the same. the eye contact is far more intimate than what the two of you did just now. he never found anyone more beautiful after sex, but you? it was like a whole new perspective.

jungkook pulls his dick out a grabs a tissue from the table near your bed in order to clean you up, followed by a small, tender kiss pressed onto your temple. “you did so well,” he whispers and you feel your knees become weak. it was either due to exhaustion or because of his words.

you hoped it was not the latter.

#jungkook smut #jungkook is a sex god wbk #bts smut #jungkook fuckboy #fuckboy jungkook #smut #kpop #kpop smut

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Okay, but why the heck do people think that Izu would be a sub!????? Like dude!???? If anything, I can guarantee you that he can and WILL Detroit smash your pussy. And I BET that he has fucking many kinks and just imagining the riding his thigh is gjghjftujkouhmll mmmmmmmmmmm like gimme moreeeee, and I think he is a big TEASE like he will tease you until you are a mess and only then when you are whispering for him, is when he will touch you and also, he would knowingly go as slow as he can to tease you, like no getting faster and slowly thrusting in and out.

AHHH YES! Anon, I whole-heartedly agree with you. I’m convinced that sweet, innocent ‘Zuku is actually a fucking terror in bed & that’s a hill that I’ll die on 💚

NSFW, Minors DNI

A Break

Pairing: Izuku x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni, orgasm control, teasing, bdsm dynamics, thigh-riding, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

“Hey, baby,” Izuku smiled as you breezed through the door to his office. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I remembered you said that you’d have to stay late tonight,” you strolled up beside him at his desk, where he was hunched over various files and loose sheets of paper, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So I just thought that maybe I’d come and join you for dinner here. Figured we could order something in and you could take a little break.” You leaned down, kissing him sweetly. “You look pretty exhausted, hon.”

He sighed, leaning back in his office chair as he looked you over with a tired smile, “I am, a little bit.” He swiveled in his chair, sitting upright and reaching out to place his large hands behind your thighs, guiding you closer to him. “A break does sounds nice..”

"For dinner," you placed your other hand on his opposite shoulder, quirking an eyebrow when his hands began to traverse up the back of your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress. "What're you hungry for?"

He chuckled, a deep and sensuous rumble in his chest that sent a shiver up your spine. His hands cupped just below your ass, suddenly yanking you toward him, throwing you off your balance until you came to rest securely on his thigh.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as he took one cheek in each hand, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards him, guiding you into grinding against his thigh, "I'm absolutely starving for a taste of you right now, baby."

"'Zuku," you sigh, taking your lip between your teeth.

"Ah, you know that's not my name, babygirl," his breath fanned over your cheek just before his lips pressed to your jawline, "but I'm willing to overlook it if you'll be a good girl and grind that pretty little pussy on me."

"Yes, Daddy," you mewled, happily doing as you were told.

You never could resist him for long and this was exactly why. The pleasure. That addictive sensation building between your thighs, spurred on by the delicious friction of your clothed cunt rocking against his flexed, muscular thigh.

He sat back and let you roll your hips to your heart's content, allowing you to chase your ultimate high while he cooed words of praise.

"Look at my good girl."

"Behaving so well for Daddy."

"You look so pretty when you're about to cum, baby."

But then came the pain. The pain of disappointment as he stilled your hips, stopping you just short of where you so desperately wanted to be. The peak that he never let you fully ascend on the first try.

You whined, tossing your head back as your fingers clenched around his shoulders.

"Something wrong, darling?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sadistic habit of his by your standards.

He knew full well what was wrong, as he always did each time you did this song and dance. One that you knew nearly every routine too, but yet it never bored you. You never grew tired of going through each motion, eagerly bounding towards the next, because for all the suffering his tortuous teasing brought you, it always brought you far more pleasure in the end.

"Need you, Daddy," you whined, running a hand over his pecs, pleading with watering eyes. "Please, wanna cum. Need to."

"Need to?" His eyebrows jumped, his smile as gentle as ever. "I don't know about that, sweetheart." He placed his hands beneath your thighs, effortlessly lifting you onto his desk, standing between your parted legs. "I'll tell you what though," you watched as he dragged a finger up your torso, between your breasts, "I do feel like making you cum on my cock tonight. So, I'll make you a deal." His finger curled under your chin, bidding you to look up at him and you could see his green eyes glinting with devious intention. "No more whining."

You frowned, but he only smirked in reply.

"No whining," he repeated, a smug smile on his face as he retracted his hand to work himself out of his hero costume, peeling it down to reveal his scarred torso.

His hardened cock sprang free as the fabric dipped below his hips, taking the boxers he wore with it as your eyes ogled the beads of precum seeping from his tip.

You had to remind yourself not to whimper as your mouth fell open, his eyes regarding you expectantly, as if he knew you were about to fail the very first trial.

"I promise, Daddy," you spread your legs further, leaning back on your elbows as he stepped closer to you. "No more.”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, your breath hitching in your throat as he leaned over you, capturing your lips and letting out a low groan as his cock rubbed against your soaking panties.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, two fingers hooking into your panties to tug them aside, allowing his throbbing tip to slip between your folds, but only barely.

You cried out, moaning as your eyes trained on his thick cock, slowly pushing into you. For a moment, you thought maybe he might actually sink all of himself inside, but he withheld.

He drew his hips back, dragging the bulbous head of his cock back along your walls as it came out of you with a sinfully wet noise.

You screwed your lips shut, closing your eyes as you willed yourself to remain quiet. To withhold the needy words piling up in your throat.

“You like that, babygirl?” Two hands skimmed along your sides, taking your dress up and over your breasts as you felt the familiar stretch between your thighs once more.

His hips thrust forward unexpectedly as his massive hands pulled down the cups of your bra to palm your breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Love it, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet as you balled your hands into fists, squirming beneath him.

He gazed down at you, one corner of his lips pitched up in a crooked grin as he raked his eyes over your exposed frame, “You can still tell me how much you want it,” he pushed in a little deeper, stopping at about the halfway point. “I just don’t wanna hear you complain about me taking my time with you. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He began thrusting at a slow, steady pace, never fully sheathing himself inside you. Slow and shallow was all that you he offered you, but it was enough to have you babbling anyway.

“F-feels so good,” you cooed, eyes locked with his as your mouth fell open, ushering moan after moan past your lips.

“You want more?” He slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer so he could hold you in his arms as his lips moved against yours, drowning out your sinful noises with his heated kiss.

“Always,” you spoke breathlessly between kisses, “Always want more of you, Daddy.”

He groaned, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. As much as he loved to draw out these moments with you, he was quickly losing his resolve.

Each gasping breath. Every contraction of your walls around the head of his dick. The way you were looking at him, so obedient despite how desperately you clearly wanted more.

He wanted to give it to you, to really give it to you.

“Oh, fuck,” you threw your head back, arms encircling his neck as the pressure in your belly began to build in earnest. “Daddy, I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

The broken sob that heaved from your chest was the last straw.

Calloused hands seized your hips, digging in to your supple skin as he finally thrust all of his length inside you.

“Did Daddy say you could cum yet?” He held himself there, fighting the feral need to impale you until you were screaming his name. The tears pricking your eyes only made it that much harder to hang on.

“No,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut, aiding a single tear in its descent over your cheek.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he wiped the tear away, cupping your face with both hands now as he pulled his hips back at a glacial pace, until he’d completely removed himself from your core.

His mouth hovered just over yours, catching every shaky breath you expelled and the moans that accompanied them. He could still feel you clenching around nothing as he rutted his length between your folds. It had him nearly fit to burst, seeing how needy you were, how badly you wanted to suck him back into you.

For a moment, he contemplated just finishing himself off there. Splattering your pretty tits with his cum and watching it drip down your torso, into that sweet cunt of yours for him to lick clean.

But instead, he tucked that idea away. He’d come back to it when he was feeling a little more patient, because all he wanted right now was to barrage your cervix until your pussy milked him dry.

In one fluid motion, he lined his cock up with your dripping hole and snapped into you, immediately setting a relentless pace.

You could feel the smirk on his lips as you cried out against them, grasping onto him for dear life as you keened louder and louder, hoping the outpouring of cries would lessen the need to come undone.

“Cum for me,” he growled, finally taking mercy as he captured your lips in a proper kiss, his hands dropping away from your face to come to rest on your lower back as he felt his release fast approaching.

He swallowed the strangled moan you let out as you finally let go, pulling away only to hear your wanton cries as tears streamed over your cheeks. Your fucked out face almost giving him a greater sense of satisfaction than the way your walls spasmed around him as he painted them white with his hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both floated back down, collecting your breath. “I needed that.”

“Mm, anytime, love,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But now you definitely owe me dinner.”

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skeezsbbygirl · 4 years

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tmt (too much tank tops) + bang chan

hello sunshines! (◕‿◕✿)

i’m sorry it took so long for me to update :( i had some personal agendas i needed to attend to, but all is good now <3 this is for anon who requested a bang chan scenario inspired from all the sleeveless looks he’s been serving all of us lately haha. hope you enjoy!

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

Don't do it, you thought, as you fought back the urge to bite Chris' exposed arm. The said male's attention was currently fixated on his laptop, clicking some buttons as he bopped his head with the beat that was playing in his headphones. You could faintly hear the tune due to Chris' habit of turning up the volume too loud, claiming that he needed to do that to perfect his craft.

His arm flexed, unbeknownst to him, as he rubbed his neck in attempt to ease some of the tension that was building in his muscles. Such motion made his veins even more prominent, faint shades of green and blue laced through his upper arm down to his hands.

"Chris, stop," you said as you grabbed his arm, slowly guiding it back to rest on the table. Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion, swiftly hitting pause on his laptop to focus on you.

"Stop what, baby?" he questioned as his brown orbs innocently stared into yours, a hint of concern was also displayed on his features, worrying if he had done something wrong for you to call him out.

"I'm sorry, I'll get this done right away," Chris added quickly, taking your hand into his and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. You offered him a sweet smile as you shook your head.

"No, babe. I wasn't talking about that," you explained, shifting in your seat to take a better look at him. Chris slid his headphones off, setting the gadget right beside his laptop. "Then what is it, bub?" he pressed, "You know you can tell me anything, yeah?"

"It's just," you paused as a sudden wave of embarrassment hit you. "Just what?" Chris prompted for you to go on. You shook your head, deciding to bite back the reply that was at the tip of your tongue. "Nothing. Forget I said anything, go back to work," you shrugged, flashing him a convincing smile as you reached out for your phone.

Chris eyed you suspiciously, sensing that there was something odd about your behavior. "I'm not going back to work unless you tell me what's going on," he stated. "Look at me, baby," he instructed as his finger firmly tilted your chin up. "Spill, (y/n)," he said, taking your phone from your hand as he carefully placed it on the table.

"It's embarrassing," you whined, pulling away from his grip, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. "It's just me, babe," he chuckled, "Come on, baby."

"Exactly, it's you," you muttered, sending shivers down Chris' spine as your lips grazed the sensitive skin of his neck as you spoke. "What about me, love?" he asked as he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him, making you settle on his lap. Your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his shoulders with your face still buried in his neck as he maneuvered you into a comfortable position.

"Youandyourstupidmuscletanktops," you breathed out in one go. "What?" Chris laughed, "What was that, babygirl?"

He heard you the first time, managing to catch your words despite how muffled you sounded. But still, he wanted to tease you.

"I hate you," you mumbled. "I hate you and your arms, and how they make me feel."

"No, you don't," Chris interjected. "Because if this is how you react when you hate them, then how much more flustered will you get when you actually love them," he teased.

You groaned in annoyance. "See? This is why I didn't want to tell you," you said as you emerged from your hiding. "So, you were ogling at my arms, huh?" Chris joked, cocking one eyebrow at you.

"Whatever, I'm joining Hyunjin in the dance room," you pouted, pushing yourself off of him, but Chris only tightened his hold on you. "No, baby," Chris whined, "Alright, I'm sorry, no more teasing."

Chris leaned in and gave you a kiss, one that lasted longer than usual. "You're the cutest," he cooed to which you responded with an eye roll. "I'm flattered that you like my arms," Chris said, "I've been working out with Bin a lot these days," he added.

"Yeah, I've noticed," you replied as you lightly traced the veins that adorned his upper arm with your fingers. Chris visibly relaxed under your touch, his eyes followed your movement, fascinated by your actions. "I'm glad you noticed," Chris giggled, suddenly growing shy from the attention he was getting from you. Not that he wasn't used to it, but it was the first time that you verbally expressed your fixation on his arms. He might have noticed your stares now and then, but he really didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Well, how can I not when you've been wearing a lot of sleeveless tops nowadays," you pointed out. Chris lifted his shoulders in a half shrug and you shook your head at your boyfriend's cocky demeanor, snuggling back into his embrace.

"I find them comfortable," Chris claimed. "And I find them distracting," you countered back. "Yeah, clearly," he teased, earning him a light smack on his right arm. "I just want to be in your arms forever," you said and Chris smiled at your response, planting a kiss on your forehead in the process.

"I'm here, baby. I got you forever."

The both of you stayed cuddled up for a while, with one of Chris' hand gently stroking your hair while the other was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

"I missed you," you spoke after a while. "Like a lot," you added as you peppered Chris' neck with small kisses. "I missed you more, babygirl," he replied. "Alright, let me finish up and we'll go home," Chris released his hold on you, gently guiding you back to your seat.

An hour later, you guys were home, with you on the bed and Chris currently taking a shower. You were sprawled out on your stomach as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, answering messages from your friends that popped up in your notification center every now and then.

Your attention was only shifted when Chris emerged out of the bathroom, clad in nothing but black sweatpants and a small towel hanging on his right shoulder, leaving his upper body bare. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to you as you watched him dry his hair with the towel.

"Here, babe, I'll do it for you," you offered as you crawled to where he was. You tapped his shoulder, motioning for him to sit on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom as you placed your legs on his sides. Chris' body nestled between your parted legs, crossing his own and making himself comfortable. "Thanks," he said, handing you the towel.

"You did well today," you complimented which earned you a shy chuckle from Chris. "You say that everyday," he noted, dodging your praises. "Because you do well everyday, Chris," you insisted, harshly ruffling his hair to make your point. The black-haired male whined at your sudden action, tilting his head up to pout at you. "You're such a baby," you teased, leaning down to kiss his lips. "But I'm your baby," Chris replied, catching your lips in another kiss.

"Yes, you are, so you better wear more sleeves from now on," you squeezed his arms, and then leaned down to plant a kiss on his exposed shoulder. "Aww, is my queen jealous?" Chris joked, poking your cheek. You huffed in response. "Don't worry, beautiful," he paused as he turned his body around to properly face you. "They may be out there for everyone to see, but they're only yours to touch and feel, and occasionally ogle at," he continued, a giggle escaping his lips as he delivered the latter line.

"I do not ogle," you argued, playfully hitting his arm with your fist. Chris laughed and stood up, hovering over your seated figure. He placed his hands on your sides, caging you within his arms. With Chris being so close, you could smell the all too familiar scent of his body wash -- it was safe to say that it took quite a lot of control not to pounce on him right there and then. "Yeah, sorry. I meant drool," he mocked.

You scoffed at his remark. "Forget it, I'm gonna ogle at Changbin's arms instead," you challenged and Chris immediately dropped his act. "Don't you dare," he gasped and attacked you with kisses. You yelped in surprise, throwing your head back as you giggled, which only allowed Chris to have better access to your neck.

"Alright, alright," you managed to say in between giggles, "I'm kidding, Chris!"

Chris stopped, placing one final kiss on your lips as he detached himself from you. "Good, 'cause you're mine," he stated. "I'm yours, always. I promise," you reassured as your hands came up to gently caress his cheeks. Chris melted under your touch, basking within the affection you were giving him.

You closed the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips with his once more. Chris caught you off guard for a second when he deepened the kiss. It was slow and soft at first, but things quickly turned heated when Chris nibbled on your bottom lip, and at your grant of access, he delved inside your mouth.

You raked your hands through his brown curly locks, lightly tugging at the strands as you pulled him closer, which elicited a soft moan from Chris, his own hands finding their way under your top.

"Alright, sugar lips," you chuckled as you pulled away from Chris, halting his advances, "Go put a shirt on, you need to rest."

"Don't want to," Chris insisted as he towered over your figure once again. "And why not?" you asked, raising one eyebrow at him. "Because I wanna love on you right now," he answered, "So lie back, babygirl."

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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back to you | drabble (jjk)

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yours (ft. the bands!couple) | drabble one: you’ve seen jungkook get angry, but this is the first time he’s ever let it out on you.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, more fluff than anything

tags: @thebeebi @miinoongi @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @bluesharksandfish @unicornbabylover @ayujaded

Jungkook steps down from the stage after performing Euphoria, aggressively throwing his towel against the wall in anger.

"FUCK!" He yells loudly in frustration, startling some of the staff as hot tears starting to spill down his cheeks. It's been a long time since Jungkook felt unsatisfied with a performance. He was so, so unsatisfied because of a small mistake only he could notice, however, it was big enough to shoot him down. All he wanted was to put up a good performance for the fans, for the people that paid money to watch them here, and he felt like such a fucking failure not meeting his end of it.

"Kookie, what's wrong?" Hobi follows after him when he sees the anger clear as day on his face, tears still coming down as his nose was beginning to turn red.

"Nothing." He mumbles as he shuts himself into a private room backstage and slams the door loudly that it echoes through the hallway.

"What just happened?" You ask Hobi as you jog over, unable to catch Jungkook right away since you had been busy getting Jimin ready for his solo performance. "He needs to get ready."

"He's pissed. I think he messed up and he's taking it pretty hard."

"Messed up?" You were confused because you had no clue what he was talking about. You caught the performance as much as possible, and you didn't hear one fucked up note or see one fucked up step.

"You know him." Is all Hobi says, making you sigh.

"Go get touched up, I'll go see what's up with him."

"He's in there." Hobi nods towards a room before he's jogging back to the chaos in the group dressing room. You silently walk over to the door, giving it three soft knocks before leaning closer to listen for any movement.

"I'll be out in a fucking second, can you wait?!" He yells, which catches you by surprise because you definitely haven't see him this angry since the night him and Jimin fought at the dorm and to be quite honest, you're still learning how to handle angry Jungkook. You open the door and peek your head through, hoping he could simmer once he sees it's you.

But he doesn't, and that's what fucking sucks.

He looks at you, and it breaks your heart seeing him cry. Your face softens as you try to come closer but you jump back when he suddenly gets up to walk towards the other side of the room to create some distance. You stay put to watch him, his back is facing towards you with his hands pressed firmly against his hips.

"Not now, Y/N."

"Babe, I just—"

"Did you not just hear me? Not now. So please go." You almost flinch at his tone, the way he delivers his statement.

"Jungkook, please let me in. Let me make it better." You come behind him, hand gently grabbing at his shoulder. For a second, you feel him ease up, but it doesn't last long before his walls are coming back up. He moves out of your grip and walks away from you while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was such a stupid mistake." He says softly.

"Baby, whatever it was, it was a tiny mistake because we didn't even—" I guess this was your first lesson in dealing with angry Jungkook— choose your words wisely. Jungkook is such a perfectionist that he's incredibly hard on himself when it comes to things like this. No mistake is ever tiny to him. It all becomes a huge deal because he just wants to keep people happy. He wants to make sure he can follow through.

"See, you don't even get it." He snaps at you.

"Excuse me? Are you serious right now, Jungkook?" You cross your arms and scoff at him.

"That wasn't just a tiny mistake Y/N!" His tone slightly raises. "It was a huge deal for me!" He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah well, you really aren't making this any fucking better. So just go, okay?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, he looks at you and instantly regrets it when he catches a small frown forming at the corner of your lips. "Shit, baby—"

"No, you know what? I might not understand right off the bat but I was gonna do my best to try and do so because I wanna do what I can to be there for you." You throw your hands up in defeat. "But fine, Jungkook. If that's how you wanna be, then go ahead and fucking shut me out." You fire back, annoyed that he's giving you hella attitude when your only intention was to support him.

"Y/N—" He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it out of his grip.

"Get yourself ready, you have 10 mins before you need to be back on stage." You avoid eye contact and slam the door shut.

"Fuuuuuck." Jungkook groans and hits the chair before letting out a deep sigh and making his way back to the group. When he gets back to the room, he sees you assisting Jin, your bottom lip tucked under your top lip while you bit onto it. He can see Jin's mouth moving and your head nodding, but he can't really make out the conversation with all the noise and chaos going on.

Fuck, he fucked up. All he wanted to do was tell you how sorry he was for snapping at you and for letting his anger out on you that way.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jin asks you softly, his eyes full of concern when he catches your wet lashes. He can tell you had just been crying, and has a good sense of why.

"Kook is being a meanie." Jin chuckles as you fix his shirt.

"He gets like that when he isn't happy with himself."

"I'm only trying to help though."

"I know, and I'll give him a good ass-whooping later for treating you like that."

"God, he's so mean when he's pissed like that. I've never had to personally deal with angry Jungkook like this."

"He pushes everyone away and doesn't know any better, but he'll learn from this. Let him. He needs to understand that he can't take his feelings out on you like that just because you're his girlfriend."

"Thank you." You softly say as you finish rolling the lint roller across his broad shoulders.

"Of course." Jin winks. "Cheer up." He gives your shoulder a good squeeze before he's rushing out with the rest of the boys.

The rest of the night is quiet between you and Jungkook, mainly because you're doing your best to 'let him learn' and avoid him even though it was the hardest thing to do. He had tried to subtly grab your attention every now and then, but you brushed it off and paid no mind to it. Halfway through, he had realized he just needed to give you space. Every part of you wanted to cling onto him like a koala and tell him how frustratingly and annoyingly cute he was, but there was also a small part that was still upset at the shit he said. You were still hurt at how easy it was for him to lash out on you like that, let alone push you away when he wasn't feeling his best.

Once the show was over and you and the staff had done a great deal of cleaning up, you finally headed home in one of the staff cars, the boys already back at the hotel resting up and eating. You quietly make your way to your room on the same floor as the boys, hearing their laughter erupting from one of the rooms down the hallway. At the front of your door was a small box of fried chicken wings and a bag of radishes, most likely from Jungkook. You normally ordered room service or grabbed Kook's leftovers, moreso cause you were too tired from the day to even think about eating a huge meal. You let out a small sigh, grabbing the box as you walk in and set it on the table. You take a quick shower, lathering up in some lotion before throwing on Jungkook's longsleeve.

Technically, you weren't allowed to sleep in Jungkook's room and he wasn't allowed in yours, but your boyfriend always does what he wants and never plays by the rules in the book [as we've learned]. He always finds a way to sneak over, texting you right as he gets to your door and slipping out bright and early the next morning. It was some high school shit, but you genuinely understood wholeheartedly why they tried to keep that rule in place during the tour.

Jungkook is just always gonna be stubborn though, which is why you hear him knocking loudly as if it wasn't getting late.

"Y/N." He keeps his forehead against the door. You sit still in absolute silence until he speaks again. "Babygirl, I'm sorry. Please let me in." You continue to sit in silence, a little torn on whether or not you should let him in or let him be for the night. Were you too quick if you were to let him in? I mean, the fight wasn't huge, but it was still enough to sting. "Baaaaby." He whines.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung whispers harshly. "You're gonna get in trouble." Jungkook keeps his forehead against your door and simply lifts a hand to Taehyung to prevent him from going on any further.

"Fuck it."

"Jungkookie, go back—" Kook points down the hallway, forehead still pressed against your door like a child on timeout.

"You go back. I'm fine here." Taehyung silently chuckles to himself before crossing his arms and retreating back to his room, listening to the repeated, soft "y/n's" and "baby's" coming from Jungkook.

When you realize he isn't going to leave, and you sure as hell don't want him to get in trouble, you sigh and get up from the bed to open the door for your man. You turn the knob and slightly pull back just enough to open your door and let him do the rest. You head back to your bed, not turning behind you when you hear him walk in and shut your door. He quietly comes into your view, but you continue to sit criss-crossed on your bed, scrolling through your phone while the TV was providing some background noise.

Okay, you might have been acting like a level 10 brat, but he hurt your feelings when you were only trying to help.

"Hmmm, baby." He whines and pouts as he climbs onto the bed and rests his chin on your leg. When you still don't pay him any mind, he sucks on his teeth and gently puts your phone down so you have no choice but to look at him. "Baby, I'm sorry." He sits up, his hand gently caressing your thigh.

"Do you even know what you're sorry for?"

"I was being mean. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you like that."

"You sure were being a meanie." You slightly pout, causing him to sigh in regret. He never, never wanted to hurt you. Yet, one quick moment of vulnerability and the first thing he does is hurt you.

God, he felt like a dumbass.

"Babygirl, fuck. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just being stupid." He sits next to you and pats the open space in between his legs for you to fill. You quietly climb in between, allowing him to hug you from behind and plant kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.

"Kook, are you always gonna push me away like that? Especially on days where you don't feel your best? When you don't feel satisfied with yourself? Cause if that's the case— how are we gonna work if you won't let me in?"

"No baby, no. I just— Fuck, honestly. I don't know. I felt so insecure over the smallest thing. I made it a big deal for no reason. I just wanted to look good for the fans. For you. I wanted you and everyone else to be proud." You slightly turn and cup his cheek, Kook leaning into it and pressing a kiss against your palm.

"They are so, so proud of you. Always. The fans, the boys, the staff. Me. You are so hardworking and dedicated to your craft. You are the most talented person I know." You sigh. "What really happened out there?"

"I messed up a note. It was subtle, but enough for me to notice and trip on the next dance move."

"There's always going to be room for improvement, babe. But that will never change the fact that your fans and the people around you adore you. They will love you, flaws and all." He looks at you before lifting your chin with his finger and placing a soft peck on your lips. He never used to care about how people looked at him, still doesn't. But when it comes to his performances, his singing, dancing— he's very particular and wants nothing but to please people. He just didn't know how to stop being so hard on himself, where to place boundaries. He didn't know how to differentiate between big and small mistakes.

"I love you." He whispers, thumb gently caressing your chin before placing another kiss against your lips. "I love you so much, and I'm so sorry for being mean to you earlier. I never meant to hurt you or push you away."

"And I'm sorry for being a brat back." He chuckles. "I love you, too."

"Deserved it, I'll let it slide." You giggle as he hugs you tightly, playfully kissing you everywhere that he possibly can. "I missed you."

"You saw me all night."

"I saw you, but you didn't come close to me."

"Which you deserved."

"Which I deserved." He nods in agreement. "Now I just wanna shower my baby in kisses." He continues to pepper you with soft kisses. "By the way, did you get the chicken?"

"Yeah, thank you." You smile at him.

"You have more?" Your smile instantly fades while you push yourself off of him and hop off the bed.

"You came here for my chicken?!"

"No! Obviously I came here to make things right and apologize." You bite onto your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smirking. "Just thought I could get a little bonus and snag your leftovers, you know?" His doe eyes were wide, lips slightly pouty. "Soooo, let me see what's in that box." He looks at the chicken box behind you and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Unbelievable." You joke as he lifts you up from the legs and gently [not really] throws you back onto the bed before running to your chicken box. "Jungkook! I will whoop your ass if you touch my chicken." He scrunches his nose, bunny smile coming into full view as he places a finger on top of your box. "Ugh!" You throw a pillow at him.

"Oh, so you wanna get fiesty? I'll show you fiesty." He rushes back onto the bed, tickling you into the sheets.

"You started it!"

"And I'm gonna finish it." He stares at you as you lay beneath him. "Off with your clothes, sweetheart." He whispers into your ear, causing you to squeal.

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jinned · 3 years

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handsy | taehyung | m

snippet: Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader

genre: smut, pwp

au: roommates, f2l

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 3.7k

warnings: there’s a deep conversation about feelings, love confessions. yuck (UNEDITED)

sexual warnings: masturbation (female receiving), mutual pining, begging, rule making, dirty talk, non penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), body worship, light foot worship, the entire thing is based off getting reader off, taehyung doesn’t get off :(, taehyung is bossy, praise kink, taehyung calls reader babygirl, overstimulation, .001% of aftercare, moaning, hair pulling, marking, punishment kink?, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm...guilt?, daddy/baby kink (i’m so sorry)

The frustration builds quicker than you wanted, the groans coming from your mouth grow louder each time you feel your body give up on itself. You’re too god damn horny, but your body is too tired to properly masturbate.

This is probably the fifth time now that you've attempted to get yourself off only to abandon ship seconds after. Your muscles ache and sleep calls to you. Despite this, every time you try to just sleep it off, the aching throb from your clit keeps you awake.

It takes everything in you to keep yourself from throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

The clock now reads just after three in the morning, you let out one last angered breath. It comes out louder than you intended, the grunt raising in pitch before you can even stop yourself.

Moments later, your sleep-drunk roommate opens your door, rubbing his eyes with one fist as he holds himself up with the other hand gripping the doorway.

“Are you okay or whatever?” Taehyung sighs, slight annoyance laced in his tone.

Your eyes are wide with embarrassment as Taehyung’s sleepy eyes jolt awake with alertness as he finally sees you.

You’re laying on top of your comforter completely naked with one hand still draped across your womanhood.

Taehyung shifts his body against the door frame, the moonlight now flickering down his face. The shadows of your air-guided drapes chase that light, new depths illuminating across his nose and cheekbones. You’re not sure why your brain is trying so hard to think of metaphors and similes, anything to compare Taehyung to. It would be too easy to blame it on the lack of sleep. Then again, you’ve never truly looked at him this way before and it’s killing you that you can’t read the expression on his face.

In this moment, you realize you have neither fight nor flight instincts as you lay frozen in your bed, nothing willing you to cover yourself up.

Taehyung’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, moving slowly against his bottom lip as his eyes flick frantically from your body to the wall across the room. Raising a hand to cover his mouth, he clears his throat and brushes his thumb against his bottom lip to wipe away the remnants from his tongue.

Clearing his throat once more, his shoulder relaxes against the doorframe, his eyes continue to debate where to look. “Wha-whatcha doing there?” He immediately turns away from you after speaking, facing the wall as he aggressively rubs at the nape of his neck.

“Oh...you know...just trying to sleep.”

There’s a brief silence- minus the light flapping of your curtains. That and the mental beating you’re giving yourself for trying to joke about the situation at hand. There is no hiding it. You’ve been caught red-handed.

“Y/n,” Taehyung warns.

Shutting your eyes tightly, your brain moves at hyper-speed trying to figure out what to do or say next. A million scenarios flood in and all you want is to pick the option that lets you keep your roommate and not have to live with exploding embarrassment for the rest of your life.

You’re about to open your mouth and just say the first thing that comes to mind, perhaps brutal honesty will help you out in the end when Taehyung beats you to the punch.

“Do you...do you need help?”

It takes you a moment to register what he’s said. You’re finally able to move your hand away from your cunt and you slowly sit up and lay your back against your headboard, grabbing one of your pillows and hugging it tightly to your chest.

“I guess talking about it might help. Have you ever just been so horny and tired at the same time but you’re unable to do either of those things? I’ve been struggling for hours now trying to sleep but I can’t sleep because...you know, and then when I try to do that I’m just too tired to actually do it right and-”

“No, I mean-” Taehyung cuts himself off with a sigh, quickly followed by a slow intake of air, puffing his cheeks out as he releases it and walks towards your bed. Determination and bravery are written all over his face, despite the fact that he’s still trying to respectively not look at you.

“I can help you.”

A few more moments pass before you finally understand what he’s trying to say.

“Oh...OH!” You can’t help but gasp as it finally clicks in your head exactly what he’s offering to you.

“Wouldn’t that,” you gulp, your face feeling painfully warm, “wouldn’t that make things weird? Between us?”

Taehyung’s jaw is tight, his muscles jutting forward as he looks towards your bedroom door. “It doesn’t have to be weird...if you don’t want them to be. I mean, I can honestly say I haven’t ever...you know, not thought of you in this way before.” He lets out another long puff of air, hand grasping at the back of his neck as he tries to massage the tension away.

You feel embarrassed and flattered all at once. Your roommate of three years, best friend of over ten years, has admitted to thinking of you in a sexual way.

Taehyung lets you think for a moment. But it only allows you more time to realize that you can’t feign innocence here either. There was that major crush you had on him in high school or the time you walked in on him in the shower. There’s definitely been a handful of times where he’s crept into your thoughts while you were with someone else or even times when you were alone.

There are a million things that could go wrong if you accept his offer.

Or, a million things that could go right.

“Okay,” you say bravely, “please help me.”

Turning his head slowly, Taehyung finally looks at you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body slowly. He inhales, his jaw clenching once more as his gaze falls upon your uncovered chest.

Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

Gulping slowly, you nod your head, trying not to think about the lack of friction going on below.

"Rule number one," Taehyung starts with a smile, "you will not touch me."

"What?-"

"Nuh, uh." He interrupts you, finally taking a seat at the end of your bed. Without looking, he picks up your bare feet and places them in his lap, his hands roaming over your calves and down to your toes. The touch of his skin on yours alone is sending the signals in your body into overdrive. That mixed with the tiredness you're feeling, it's making it nearly impossible to think straight.

"I've been thinking about a night like this for a while. Respectfully, of course," he adds quickly. "I never wanted to do anything to ruin what we have. But damn, I really can't deny it. I've thought about making you cum over and over and over again so many times it was like a movie in my mind." Taehyung continues to stroke your feet and legs sensually as he speaks. It takes everything in your power not to pounce on him.

Instead, you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, letting the deep grumble of Taehyung's voice soothe your body along with all the places he's trailing his fingers on.

“Anyways,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow, “back to our rules.”

His domineering tone sends chills throughout your body and you try your best to ignore the white noise ringing in your ears.

“Rule number two: you will not call me by my name.”

The urge to question him again is strong, but his stare makes you shut your mouth tightly.

He knows the question is hanging off the tip of your tongue, you know that he knows. Instead of throwing you a bone, he sits there smirking at you, sitting on his high horse while also looking like he knows the punchline to the joke you’ve been waiting to get.

Finally, he beckons you closer, his pointer finger slowly enticing you in. As soon as you’re close enough to see the dark flecks in his eyes, he leans in himself until his lips are hovering just over your ear.

“Baby gets to call me Daddy, and Daddy only.”

Admittedly, your first instinct is to laugh, the sheer shock of his words not fully settling in. But then, after a moment, you can tell just how much his words affected your body; your legs feel shakier, the core of your womanhood pulsates quicker, and you start to feel the dripping of your arousal moving down your thighs.

It only makes sense that your childhood friend, the love of your life, would also turn out to be the kinkiest person you’ve ever met.

It only makes sense.

“Okay...Daddy.”

The smugness on Taehyung’s face only increases.

“Good girl.”

“Are there any other rules...Daddy?” The word still feels odd coming out of your mouth. But it’s all worth it when you notice the growing tent in Taehyung’s sweatpants

Taehyung gets off the bed and walks closer to you, his hands behind his back. He appears so nonchalant and unbothered, almost like he’s ignoring the fact that he’s sporting the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life.

It makes you nervous in the best of ways.

Removing one hand from behind his back, he places it on one of your knees, caressing your flesh gently before opening your legs, spreading them wide to expose your dripping cunt. He nods his head with approval, biting his bottom lip hard as his eyes sweep over your entire naked body.

It feels like the room’s temperature went up another ten degrees.

Taehyung dips his hand lower, hovering over your cunt. Each time it looks like he’s about to touch you, your vagina pulses with anticipation, only for Taehyung to deceivingly pull away at the last second.

“Please, Daddy! Please touch me! I just want to cum, I’ll do anything!”

With a slight chuckle, Taehyung humors you and dips one of his fingers down, lightly petting the tops of your folds.

The small touch makes you shiver, the small amount of juices he accumulates on his fingers captures the now cold air in the room.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” And with that said, Taehyung's fingers glide over your folds, soaking in your slick juices. Your head falls back against your pillow and you wish you could sink in deeper; into the bed, the pillow, into him. He's murmuring something in your ears, but your mind is too focused on what's happening to your body, there's not enough mental capacity in there to comprehend words at the moment. The urge to reach out to him and feel his skin against the palm of your hand spurs deep in your chest, but not strong enough to act upon. Instead, you let your eyes flutter shut, sighing blissfully as he continues to massage and soothe your bud.

Taehyung continues a slow, sensual pace, one that you could arguably fall asleep to. It feels like every stress cell in your body slowly floats away with every stroke of his fingers.

"Just like that? Hmm?" You hear him say.

"Huh?" You manage out, your voice sounding weak and far away.

"I just didn't think you would react to me that quickly."

You open your eyes and look at him. Taehyung is propped up on one elbow, his hand cradling his jawline. His other hand continues to make brushstroke movements in between your folds. He looks at your vagina with wonder, and like he has something more to say.

But you're too tired and enjoying him too much to ask.

Moments later, Taehyung is picking up speed, beckoning your uncoming.

You don't feel ready to give up the warmth you feel with his touch, not ready to reach the top and climb back down.

Grasping onto Taehyung's shoulder, your fingernails dig into him as you bite down on your bottom lip, fighting desperately at the orgasm crashing down on you.

"There you go, baby. That's it. Come undone on my fingers." Taehyung's sweet demeanor is long gone as he watches you with sinful eyes.

A small moan leaves your lips as you let go; your legs shake vigorously underneath Taehyung's grasp and you feel the painful twist of a muscle spasm deep in your hamstrings.

Short gasps are all you can manage in response, your mind feeling more awake than before.

And in that brief pause between ministrations, your mind increases its speed tenfold.

This is your best friend you're laying in front of. The same guy you used to collect bugs with when you were younger, the same guy you were embarrassed in front of when he found out you started wearing a training bra.

And you just came in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Taehyung!" you cry out, sitting up quickly and burying your face in your hands as you fight back hot tears from falling down your cheeks. "We can forget this ever happened!"

Taehyung is quiet behind you as you imagine yourself shrinking into a spec of nothing.

Then, tenderly, his hand is on top of yours, coaxing it away from your face. And you let him do it.

Taehyung holds your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before whispering, "Did I do something wrong?"

Immediately you want to scream no, but your words catch in your throat. His bottom lip is jutting out slightly and he's avoiding your eyes. And then you remember that you know him, you know him more than anyone, hell, sometimes you know him more than you know yourself. And right now, this Taehyung in front of you is just as embarrassed and emotional as you are.

"No," you say bravely, "I don't regret it at all. I'm sorry, I just-" you sigh and lean back, struggling to find the right words to say while fighting against your own embarrassment, "-I just never thought we would get to this point. And to hear you say all those things you were saying? I just don't understand. Why didn't you ever tell me? Why me to begin with?" That's when you realize where all of this insecurity is coming from. Taehyung has been with gorgeous people in the past, gorgeous, successful people. And the thought of him liking you? It must feel like a step down for him.

"It's always been you, Y/n. Ever since we first met. How could I ever for a second not want to be with you? You're my best friend, the person I go to for comfort. And because of that, I was always afraid to tell you about my feelings. Because just being in your life as your friend and your roommate, that was more than enough for me. And this doesn't have to go anywhere if you don't want it to be. I want it to go somewhere. Hell, Y/n I want to be with you. But if you don't want to be with me like that? I'll be okay."

His words swirl around your body, not quite processing into complacent thoughts. There are about a million different emotions coursing through your veins, and each one is battling to come to surface.

It feels selfish, the position he’s put you in. Because now, it’s all on you. Your choice will determine how your relationship with Taehyung changes forever. And, let’s be real, no matter what happens after this moment, things will never be the same. The weight of that realization is pushing you down into the mattress you sit on.

On the other hand, there’s excitement, joy, happiness, relief all bundled into one giant heart floating around you. Your best friend, the person you’ve been in love with for over a century now, feels the same way you do.

Taehyung waits in front of you patiently while you figure out exactly what to say.

You’re too tired for words, too tired for thoughts, too tired for almost everything it seems.

Well, everything, except…

You lean forward slowly, placing your weight on your hands as you close the space between you and Taehyung and place a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung sighs and closes his eyes, completely melting into your touch.

How could you not do the same?

All of the tiredness, all of the frustrations from before Taehyung entered your bedroom, it was all worth it to get to this moment. And you’d go through it every night for the rest of your life if it meant you got to kiss him just like this.

The kiss deepens quickly, your mouths moving with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Without thinking, you let your body take full control, not second-guessing any natural movement. So you let your hand find its way to the nape of Taehyung’s hair, delicately pulling at the ends until his neck is forced back and a moan ripples through his throat. It was so unexpected and out of character, but you liked having this control.

It doesn’t last long. Taehyung quickly comes to his senses and knocks you onto your back, pushing you with one hand on your chest. He chuckles low and menacingly, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“What did we say about touching?” His voice is so low you swear you can feel it rumbling in your chest.

Taehyung doesn’t allow you enough time to answer. Before you can even open your mouth, his tongue is attached to your lips.

But not the lips on your face.

Your eyes immediately roll back as his tongue writes beautiful nothingness against your cunt and you desperately want to reach out and grip his hair again. By some sheer force of will, you’re able to restrain yourself and settle for gripping the sheets instead.

The tongue movements start slow, but it seems you’re not the only impatient one here. Taehyung picks up speed as he laps up your juices, his hand snaking up to insert a few digits inside you. His other hand is gripping one of your hips, his entire forearm pressing against your pelvic bone, holding you into place. His grip on you only seems to make your body want to shake more.

“You that close already, baby?” Taehyung lifts his head up for a moment, your juices glistening on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. It seems like a sight you would only have in your dreams. It’s hard to believe this is happening in real life.

“Answer me,” he commands, but there’s a tinge of softness behind his words.

“I can’t help it.” You pant out, “Been building up all these years now. I could have came just by you touching my shoulder.”

Taehyung chuckles at this, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You can cum whenever you want, baby. Daddy’s not going to stop you,” he says casually.

Almost...too casually.

But you don’t think twice, you’re too tired to think twice. Quiet moans slip past your lips and Taehyung takes that as his cue. His fingers move faster, scissoring inside your body as his thumb swipes against your clit.

It’s almost too easy to come undone.

White hot heat spreads throughout your body as everything around you starts to shake. Taehyung is watching you with careful eyes as you orgasm the fastest you’ve ever orgasmed in your life.

Your breathing only gets heavier as you come back from your high. But then, a blissful pain makes your thigh muscles jolt, a new wave of uncontainable cries escape you.

“Daddy said he wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to cum,” Taehyung devilishly proclaims, his fingers moving faster than ever, “but that didn’t mean Daddy was going to stop.”

Your eyes shut tight as you pull at the sheets gripped tightly in your hands, too afraid to speak because of the moans you’re currently swallowing back. Small whimpers make it out as you desperately try to focus on anything other than the torture you’re going through.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” Taehyung coes, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit now. “Let it all out. Daddy wants to hear your pretty voice.”

There are no logical thoughts left in your brain. All you know is that you’re desperately exhausted and it’s taking too much of your energy to fight against the natural cries your body wants to release as this overstimulation continues.

So, you let go.

“Fuck! Daddy that feels so good! I’m gonna come again- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

A small scream is all you can manage as the pressure in your core finally releases. You thought your previous orgasm was intense? Nothing will ever be able to top this one.

“Damn that was fucking sexy.” Taehyung stands and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Your legs are still trembling and it feels like every muscle in your body is frozen in place. Warm liquid coats your inner thighs and drips down onto your sheets.

“Did I just…?” You ask with shock. Taehyung laughs and nods his head, walking towards your door.

“Hell yeah you did. Have you ever squirted before?”

“Only once. But it never felt as good as that did,” you whisper, but Taehyung is already out of the room. Your eyes flutter shut, sleep threatening to take over.

Taehyung returns with a towel, throwing it so it lands right beside you.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Wait!” You call out just as he reaches the doorway. “What about you?” You point at his very obvious erection.

Taehyung waves you off casually, “We’ll have plenty more nights in the future. But for now, sleep. Don’t worry about me.” He winks. “I can take care of myself just fine. Get some sleep. Goodnight, Y/n.”

Before Taehyung even closes the door, your eyes are shut, sleep finally welcoming you into its arms.

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willsimpforanyone · 3 years

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Angel and Demon (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Daisy Johnson)

'Daisy Johnson X Reader X Natasha Romanoff. Daisy and Nat teaching their baby girl a lesson. Maybe R is sitting on D’s lap (D is brushing r’s hair with her fingers, comforting her with neck kisses) while Nat is just assaulting R’s pu💲💲y. Nat being all dark and demanding 🥵😥🥵 while Daisy is just all gentle, and teasing. 😇Thanks 😊 (I’m thinking the title could be Angel&Demon) thanks so much!!'

thank you so much for requesting anon!

slight warning, this includes dom/sub themes and the use of a blindfold

i really went overboard so here is over 2.5k words of smut lol

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My bedroom door was ajar, and my breath immediately caught in my throat.

They were already there.

I knew I was in trouble but they really weren't messing around. I thought I'd just been teasing them, skirt a little too short and shirt a little too tight. They'd flustered me so often I wanted to return the favour, and I thought my pretty heels did a pretty good job.

Too good a job.

I pushed open the door.

Natasha and Daisy were sat on the bed, eyes immediately fixed on me. Nat was dressed in black, soft tshirt and leggings accentuating her form. Red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, matching red lipstick fixed in a slight frown. In contrast, Daisy was in a light grey sweater hanging off one shoulder and sweatpants. Her brown hair was over to one side, one hand fiddling with it, a small smile playing on her lips as her eyes ran over my outfit.

A sharp snap from Nat's fingers. My spine straightened and my hands were behind my back almost before I realised it. She beckoned me forward and I shuffled over, avoiding eye contact. "Kneel," she murmured, and I dropped to my knees in front of her with my hands still behind me, shifting uncomfortably in my heels. A hand came up to stroke my cheek, and Nat guided my head to look up at her. The stern look relaxed from her face for a moment. "What's the safeword, babygirl?"

I smiled, reassured that neither of them would do anything I wasn't comfortable with. "Watermelon."

I was rewarded with a warm smile from both Daisy and Nat. "Good girl." Nat leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

It was if a switch had been flipped. Nat's expression went cold, and the hand that caressed a second ago grabbed my jaw, jerking my head up to meet piercing eyes. Daisy leaned her head on Nat's shoulder. "Honey, don't be so harsh, I'm sure she didn't mean it."

Nat didn't look away from me. "Daisy darling, she knew damn well what she was doing, didn't you?" The question flushed my face, and I averted my eyes. Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Disobey now, and your punishment will only be worse. Did you mean to be a little tease, baby?"

Not wanting to disappoint her further, I cleared my throat. "...I'm sorry Mistress, I wanted to tease you the way you tease me."

Natasha's mouth quirked upwards at her titles, but quickly smoothed over. "It's not just me you have to apologise to, is it babygirl?" She angled my face toward Daisy, who was still leaning on Nat's shoulder. "Move in front of her."

Obediently, I shuffled over on my knees to kneel in front of Daisy. Nat released her grip on me and stood, moving out of my view. Daisy smiled softly.

"I'm sorry Miss, please forgive me," I whispered, blushing red under her gentle gaze.

"Oh baby, it's okay, you were just playing, right?"

I nodded. "Yes Miss, I didn't mean to step out of line."

Daisy held out her hands. "Let's get you out of those shoes, hmm?"

I withdrew my hands from behind my back and took hers, allowing her to help me stand. She guided me to take her place on the bed, and knelt in front of me, carefully lifting one foot onto her thigh. She unbuckled the heel and slipped it off. "They're so pretty, you really wanted to look nice, didn't you? Our gorgeous girl."

I melted under the compliments. "Yes Miss, thank you Miss."

Daisy removed the other heel and sat back on the bed next to me, patting her thighs. "Come here, pretty girl." I threw my leg over hers, sitting on her lap with my arms over her shoulders. Daisy settled her hands on my waist, warm and comforting. Lips met mine and I sighed, tension melting away as Daisy's tongue slipped into my mouth.

Her fingers danced up and down my sides, lightly squeezing my thighs, pulling sharp breaths and faint whines from my lungs. Daisy's gentle lips swept across my jaw, and I arched my neck, leaning further into her. "My pretty girl," Daisy whispered into my neck, pressing light kisses across my skin. Whining, I shifted my hips, accidentally grinding down on Daisy's thigh. She immediately stills, and I felt Nat come up behind me.

"What did I just see, babygirl?"

Oh god. I'd almost forgotten. My Mistress's hands settled on my shoulders, her lips just by my ear. "Bad girl, you're already in trouble," she dragged her nails along my arms. "It's almost like you want to be punished."

That sent a shiver down my spine.

"Dais, honey, get our girl out of her slutty skirt, will you?" Nat bodily removed me from Daisy's lap, and helped me stand. Daisy slid off the bed, again kneeling in front of me and reached up to undo the zip at the back before dragging the skirt down my legs, assisting me in stepping out of it. The button up shirt that had been tucked in to the waistband of the skirt now hung loose, the hem just dusting the top of my thighs.

Natasha snuck a hand under the shirt, sliding her fingers along the lacy edge of my dark red underwear, and my breath hitched. "Well aren't you just begging, doll."

Daisy let out a giggle, standing up after throwing my skirt somewhere in the room. "Don't be too harsh, honey."

Rolling her eyes, Nat smiled at her despite herself. "Darling she's been bad, I'm merely going to dole out a suitable punishment." Daisy shrugged, threading her fingers with Nat's, tugging her away from me for a moment. "Feeling a little left out?" Nat teased.

"Never." Daisy pulled Nat forward, pressing their lips together and wrapping her arms around the redhead's waist. It was only then I saw the ribbon of silk hanging from Nat's hand as it was dragged across Daisy's bare shoulder. I desperately tried not to rub my thighs together, staying as still as possible; Nat would not take kindly to further disobedience.

Daisy left small red marks down Nat's throat, and Nat's eyes met mine, smirking as she allowed the other to slip her hands under the black tshirt. I bit my lip, attempting to suppress the whine that threatened to spill over as Nat moaned under Daisy's ministrations. "Look Daisy, our poor baby trying to be good for us."

The brunette smiled, kissing Nat once more, before allowing herself to be pushed back onto the bed. She reached out for my hand, tugging me over to sit on her lap once more, this time facing outward. Daisy's arms came round my waist and secured me to her. Nat stood over us, playing with the silk ribbon.

"Time for you to really apologise, sweetheart." She smirked.

Daisy whispered in my ear. "We don't have to, you can stop us at any point, we promise." I turned my head to catch her lips with mine.

"Don't stop."

Nat grabbed my jaw, pulling it back to face her. She placed the ribbon over my eyes, carefully tying a secure knot behind my head. My world was enveloped in darkness. "You okay, babygirl?" Came Daisy's voice. I nodded, feeling a little floaty. Daisy's breath was warm on my neck, I felt safe despite the impending punishment.

"We're gonna need you to use your words," Natasha's firm tone brought me back into reality.

"Yes Mistress, yes Miss, I'm good."

Daisy practically purred in my ear. "Good girl..."

I moaned, arching my back. I felt her hands smooth down my sides and over my thighs. Carefully and gently she slid her fingers between my legs and pulled, opening my legs until my knees were hooked over hers.

I heard knees hit the floor, Nat traced her fingers on the inside of my thighs until they reached the thin cloth of underwear. One forefinger ghosted over the centre, and I shivered, legs twitching.

"We've barely touched you, baby, already so wet?" Nat pushed the finger harder, and I whimpered at the pressure. "Lift her hips, honey."

Daisy unhooked my legs and held me up while I felt Nat drag my underwear down my legs. They repositioned my legs and I felt myself flush red, suddenly very aware of how exposed I was to these two women who had complete control over me. I shifted my hands, finding Natasha's along my legs. Daisy pressed a kiss to my neck. "We got you baby, such a good girl for us." I relaxed, and Nat squeezed my hands.

"Our slutty girl, so fucking wet." Nat's words were breathed over my pussy. I barely had time to respond before she licked a long stripe, gathering my wetness on her tongue. My hands gripped hers and I writhed against Daisy's hold.

"Mistress..."

"Yes babygirl? What do you want?" Nat teased. She didn't give me a chance to answer as she surged forward, tongue pushing against my wet folds. I moaned, eyes fluttering shut beneath the blindfold. My Mistress pulled away, sucking bruises against my thighs. Daisy's knees pushed against mine, allowing Nat further access to delicate skin. "Filthy girl, desperate for our attention." Nat sucked and kissed her way to the sensitive skin of my soaking centre, and her ministrations sent electricity through my body.

"Such a good girl," Daisy murmured against my neck, one hand coming up to the collar of my shirt and fiddling with the buttons. "Can you help me, sweetness?" Shakily, I released Nat's hands from my grip and lifted them to undo the first few buttons. "Thank you baby, you're doing so well."

Hands now free, Nat teased two fingers along my entrance. I felt the rough pads of her fingers match with harsh nips of her teeth along my skin, creating a symphony of sensation. I was hazy with each touch, leaning into Daisy's chest.

I felt hands slide along my ribcage, soft touches and gentle nails scraping just under my bra. "M-Miss?"

Daisy shushed me. "It's okay babygirl, you're doing so well." Her hands slid behind my back, deftly undoing the clasp. One hand vanished from my body. "Honey, watch your head, I'm gonna take her shirt off," Daisy addressed Nat, who gave no verbal reply.

My arms were guided through the sleeves of the shirt and it was swiftly removed from my body, along with my bra. I was completely bare, two pairs of hands fluttering over every part of my body, lighting every nerve on fire. The sounds coming from my mouth were purely instinctual, whimpers and moans coaxed by both my Mistress and my Miss.

There was no warning before Nat slid two fingers deep into my pussy. I let out a cry, hands flying to hers, but Daisy grabbed them and pinned them to the bed, either side of her hips. "None of that, baby." I gasped as Nat withdrew her fingers and plunged them back in. "I know, baby, I know, but you can't touch, you're being punished, remember?"

"M-Mistress!"

Nat set a relentless pace, long fingers driving into me. My eyes were squeezed shut beneath the blindfold, hands pulling at the sheets pinned by Daisy, legs fighting to close.

"Dirty girl, soaking wet for us," Nat hissed against the skin of my thighs. "You wanted this, you wanted our attention, our slutty babygirl." She moved forward, and pressed the tip of her tongue against my clit. The effect was instant, I almost screamed at the pleasure coursing through my veins.

Daisy tangled her fingers in mine, pressing soft kisses to my ear and cheeks. "It's okay, precious, you're doing so well, taking your Mistress' fingers so well, good girl..."

My head was spinning at the contrast between the two; my harsh Mistress Natasha, taking her dirty babygirl apart with her long, skillful fingers, and my gentle Miss Daisy, holding me and grounding her precious good girl and it was so much, too much and not enough all at the same time.

Everything was intensified by the blindfold, every touch sent sparks flying off my skin, every whispered word pulled a sound from my lips. There was a warmth building in my lower stomach, intense and hot.

"M-Miss, Mistress, please, please-"

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Daisy hummed against my neck, hands squeezing my chest. "Too much, my precious girl?"

I shook my head. "Don't stop, please please please don't stop Mistress!"

Nat kept up her harsh rhythm, fingers pounding into me relentlessly. "Greedy girl, this was supposed to be a punishment," she teased, breath ghosting over my skin. I merely cried out again, and she laughed. "Our dirty girl gonna come? Gonna come on my fingers baby? Should I let you come?"

I could hardly get the words out. "Yes yes yes please Mistress I'll be good I swear-" She cut me off, tongue abusing my clit with sudden ferocity and a scream ripped from my throat.

"She's been good, Nat, hasn't she?" Daisy released my hands to bring both hers to my chest, rolling my nipples between two sets of fingers. "Let her come, honey, she won't do it again, right?"

I made a strangled noise that was supposed to be some form of confirmation, Daisy laughing into my neck.

Natasha said nothing, merely going harder and faster and coiling the heat in my stomach tighter and tighter. Still unable to see, I obediently kept my hands by my side, fists clenched.

Fireworks exploded under my eyelids, every muscle in my body tensed, the coil in my lower stomach snapped and I came hard on my Mistress's hand, my Miss murmuring encouragements into my heated skin.

I was completely limp in Daisy's arms, even as she picked me up and took me to the bathroom closely followed by Natasha. Daisy set me down in the bathtub, turning on the tap while Nat washed her face.

"How're you feeling, baby?" Daisy smoothed hair out of my face, and it took effort to focus on her face.

"Uh," I swallowed. "Kinda floaty..."

Daisy nodded. "That's okay sweetie, we'll take care of you- I'll run you a bath," she turned to Nat. "Can you get some water please, babe?"

"Of course." Natasha leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead, sending a gentle smile my way.

In a few minutes, she returned to the slowly filling bathtub with three waterbottles. "Still floaty?" I nodded. "That's okay, it's just you returning from subspace, okay?"

I smiled at her sleepily. "Mhm." I made grabby hands at the waterbottle, and she handed it over with a light laugh.

She sat beside Daisy and kissed her cheek. "You okay?"

Daisy nodded. "I'm fine, honey- you thinking we clean up and go to bed?" Both Nat and I muttered our assent. "Alright then, come on baby," she turned off the tap and reached for the body wash. "Let us take care of you, okay?"

I blinked, and smiled cheekily at the pair of them. "If that's what I get when I misbehave, I might start doing it more often."

Nat rolled her eyes, but smirked. Leaning over to press a last kiss to my neck, she grazed my ear with her teeth.

"Misbehave like that again, and you'll be in for worse than that."

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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All For Love.

Cherry!seb/Mob!seb x Reader AU

Run-through: Your father is an influential and prominent figure in the business world. Naturally, you have guards around all the time. Which means that you’re not allowed to leave the house and go out whenever or wherever you want, despite being a grown woman; therefore your boyfriend frequently has to sneak in and out of your heavily guarded home when he wants to see you. It would have been much easier if he wasn’t a mob boss, or if your father didn’t hate him so much. The mob boss knows it’s risky, but he’s willing to risk it all, for love.

Themes: smut, fluff, cherry!seb, daddy kink

a/n: just a quick little fic because I missed cherry!seb too.

“I’m just gonna be gone for two hours, dad. Just two hours.”

You whined on the phone. You hated how your father made you feel like a rebel teen; confined inside your own home. Then again, you knew he was doing it for your own safety.

“Absolutely not.” He used his typical dad voice. “I told you, it’s not safe out there right now. And I need to keep you safe so please just listen to me, stay home safe.” You had heard that sentence a thousand times. “I’ve spoken to your guards, you are in safe hands.”

You sighed, knowing this was a losing game. “Where are you going? When are you coming home?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Oh that’s for me to know.”

You scoffed, trying to figure out where he could be going since he left in such a hurry, without informing you. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“No, I trust you. It’s that good for nothing boyfriend of yours that I don’t trust.” Oh there we go again. “Seriously, you can do better than him.”

“Dad, I love him. You just have to accept it.”

“No. Never.”

You sighed. “Whatever, bye dad. I love you. Come home soon.”

You ended the call as soon as he said bye and you were about to call someone else but you gasped when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist; pulling you into a muscular chest.

You smiled as his scent wrapped around you. “How long have you been here?” You turned your head to the side to find your boyfriend smiling down at you. You still had no idea how he managed to sneak into your home whenever your father left. And no matter how many times you asked him, he always answered saying: ‘I have my ways.’

“Couple of minutes.” He mumbled, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “Your old man still hates me, I see.” He noted, nibbling on your skin. His hands found their way under your shirt and he gently fondled with your breasts.

You closed your eyes, relishing his touch. “I’m sure he’ll come around soon enough. He didn’t even tell me where he’s going.”

Seb chuckled. “Europe. On a business trip. He’ll be gone for a week.” He answered, baffling you with the information.

You gently stepped out of his embrace, making him groan as you stepped further from him. “How do you know all that? Dad wouldn’t even tell me anything.”

He gave you his signature smirk. “I have my ways.” He stepped forward and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you close again. “Come here,” he leaned in and kissed your lips gently, “Daddy missed you.” His kiss was passionate. He was eager.

He walked the two of you backwards as he nibbled on your lower lip before letting it go; pushing his tongue into your mouth. His kiss had you breathless before you even made it to your bed. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp; making him moan through the kiss as he managed to slip his hand under your oversized shirt. He dragged your underwear down your legs in no time, throwing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. His hand found its way in between your legs quickly, and he touched you like he was starved.

“I’ve missed you too…” you whispered against his lips. He moaned against your lips in response as his fingers slipped past your entrance with ease, and he stroked your walls slowly at first, then picking up his pace as he went. And he had you whimpering and moaning in no time.

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?” he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your throat.

You whimpered as he removed his fingers from you, from in between your legs and shamelessly pushed his two fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as he tasted you.

“So sweet,” he mumbled as he kissed his way down your body until he was on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with a feral look in his pretty blue eyes; his lips swollen.

His hands held you at each side of your hips and your hands found their way into his hair. He inched his face closer to your core. You let out a quiet moan once you felt his tongue diving into your folds. He wasted no time in sinking two of his fingers into your entrance and curling them each time they pumped in and out of you while he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You tugged on his hair as he devoured you to satiate both your hunger. You looked down and bit your lip at the sinful sight. Him kneeling at your feet, half of his face buried into your core; his eyes closed as he occasionally moaned at your taste on his tongue. The sounds he made drove you wild.

You felt the pressure building up again at your core with each stroke of his fingers and each lick of his tongue; circling the skin around your throbbing clit. Your body squirmed under his.

“Cum for me, baby.” He mumbled, flicking his tongue faster, teasing your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you until you gushed out all over his mouth and fingers. You came, hard; moaning, whimpering and tugging at his hair.

He pulled away and smirked as he kissed his way up your trembling body. He leaned in and kissed your lips again; feverishly. You both managed to get each other undressed, while still being unable to keep your mouths off each other.

He hovered over your bare body in no time, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. “I love you,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss your swollen lips.

You mumbled against his lips, “I love you more.”

He pressed his forehead down onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

He removed himself and pushed himself back into you. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. “Fuck..” he moaned into your ear as he fucked you relentlessly.

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. He growled right in your ear as your walls clenched around him.

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You feel so good, babygirl…” he whispered. His blue eyes were wild and fierce; staring deep into your soul. His gaze made you shiver. You liked it when he looked down at you, like he owned you.

You whined again. “Daddy… please, I-,”

The sound of your phone vibrating on the bedside table cut you off. For a brief moment, you saw panic on Seb’s face. He froze, as did you.

He stayed still for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside you as he reached out to grab your phone for you. The slight friction made you moan again but you panicked as he turned the phone screen towards. It was your dad calling.

Shit.

“You think he-,”

Seb cut you off, with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Pick it up.” He simply said and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“What?” You frowned in confusion and tried to sit up but he pushed you back down on the bed, and shut you up with a deep kiss for a brief moment.

“I said, pick it up.” He whispered against your parted lips.

The phone kept buzzing in his hand, right beside your head on the pillow. “No, you-,” He sighed and cut you off by answering the call and tapping on the speaker icon. Your eyes widened in panic. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed at him before speaking up. “Hello?”

“What took you so long to pick up the call?” your father sounded a little irritated.

You tried to ignore the way Seb bit your neck and kissed down your throat, making you shiver.

“I was, uh, downstairs.” You answered, trying your hardest to maintain your calm and composure.

Seb pulled away and stared down at you. ‘Liar,’ he mouthed as he hovered above you, pulling out of you just a little before pushing back in. You bit down on your lip to avoid making any sound.

“I wanted to let you know that I won’t be home until next week. But mind you, that useless boyfriend of yours is not to be seen anywhere near you or the house while I’m away, you understand?”

Your dad’s words made little sense at this point as Seb slow fucked you; kissing the shell of your ear and moaning quietly just for you to hear as his cock stroked your walls gently. You tried your hardest to keep quiet but Seb let out a soft, breathy chuckle upon hearing what your father just said.

“Oops.” Seb whispered in your ear as his long, warm fingers wrapped gently around your throat.

Your teeth released your bottom lip and you answered, “I understand.” You panicked just a little as you sounded quite breathless, courtesy of your boyfriend, but luckily your father didn’t notice.

“I will also be sending another security team to…”

You could no longer focus on what your dad was saying as Seb pulled out of you and kissed his way down your body again; realizing that he wasn’t teasing you well enough.

You almost moaned out loud as he settled in between your legs again, and spread them even further; sticking his tongue out and teasing your entrance slowly while he looked up at you. His tongue poked around at your entrance and you felt like you were just about to lose it.

“...are you even listening to me?” You heard your father’s irritation on the other side of the call.

Shit. What did he say again? “Yeah, yeah. Uh, I agree, yeah.”

Seb lazily circled his tongue around your clit, flicking the little bud with the tip of his tongue. And you bit on your bottom lip, careful as to not accidentally let out a moan.

“Oh,” your father sounded surprised. “Well good then, also I was thinking that maybe we should open another…”

And yet again, you couldn’t keep up with what he was saying because you were busy trying to hold back a moan as Seb slipped one finger through your entrance. He smirked and kissed the glistening skin along your wet folds. You tried scooting away from him but his grip around you was very firm.

You supported yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you looked down at him. You could barely hear the voice on the phone anymore. Seb was the only thing you could focus on. He stared deep into your eyes, kissing along your inner thighs as he slowly finger-fucked you.

You almost let out a whine, but caught yourself just as you were about to. Brows furrowed at his own inability to make you lose control, he placed his mouth over your clit again, stroking your walls with his fingers at the same time. He applied just the slightest bit of suction on your sensitive bud and you bit down hard on your lip; turning your face as far away as you possible could from the phone.

“...what do you say?” you heard your father ask. Oh this was a mess.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah dad. Sure. We’ll discuss it further when you get home.” He agreed and ended the call.

Seb looked up at you, his mouth submerged completely in between your legs. He lifted his mouth off you and hovered above your squirming body. Slowly, he removed his fingers from you and pushed them through your already parted lips, placing them on your tongue.

He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth. His lips trailed along your jaw and finally kissed underneath your ear. “You bad, bad girl.” He spoke as he slowly pushed his fingers further into your mouth. “Lying to your father like you’re doing no wrong.” He whispered, kissing down your neck and nibbling along the skin at your collar bone. “When in reality,” he nipped at your skin, making you whine, “here you are, being such a perfect little slut for daddy’s cock, huh?”

You moaned at his voice alone, your own voice muffled by his fingers in your mouth. He eventually pulled them out, leaving you wanting more and panting.

“Please…” you whispered, unable to take it anymore. You needed him. Bad.

He smirked, tracing your mouth with his thumb slowly, taking his time. “Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me… I need you. Please, please daddy…”

He smirked wider. “Well since you’re asking so nicely,” he leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again, then pulled away from your lips, and pressed his forehead on yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance again, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist.

You moaned out loud as he pushed into you. He let out a grunt once he filled you up entirely. He then grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head.

His lips found yours again, as he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you. He lowered his face, and leaned into your ear; growling and moaning and panting as he fucked you, finally. “So good for daddy…”

At some point he let go of your hands to hold your body. He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him moan and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you mercilessly.

You moaned out loud; wantonly, as he pushed deeper and deeper into you each time.

He bit your lips as he kissed your open mouth; shoving his tongue into your mouth like he owned it while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, mumbling how good you felt.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he moaned. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. He growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it, as always.

His hand wrapped around your throat again, and he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But enough to make you lose your mind. You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

“Come on baby, cum for daddy…”

You felt the sweet pressure grow in between your hips as you tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Seb came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance.

He collapsed right beside you in your bed, pulling your naked body closer to his and wrapping his arm around you while you both caught your breaths.

“My dad will kill us both if he even finds out you sneak into my room all the time.” You whispered, kissing his damp chest before laying your cheek upon it. You smiled as you heard the steady beats of his heart.

He chuckled, tightening his grip around you. “I know. But that’s the risk I’m willing to take for you.” Cheesy as always.

Then you remembered. “Dad said he’s sending another security team over.” You sounded a little sad because that meant that Seb wouldn’t be able to stay much longer.

“So?” He sounded so cocky, one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place.

You giggled. “So, that means you have to go before they get here and catch you.”

He smirked. “They’re my guys. They would never.”

You shot up in a sitting position, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, again. “What?”

He had that mischievous smirk on his face. “Your dad keeps hiring the best security teams for you, without realizing that they’re all my guys.”

Your jaw dropped. “So the guys downstairs guarding the house, they-,”

“Work for me.”

“Seb!” you couldn’t believe it meanwhile he laughed at the face you made, reaching out and stroking your hair lovingly.

“What?” he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles as he watched you process the information. “I had to trick your dad because I couldn’t possibly sneak into your house so many times had they been other guards. But hey, this way I know you’re always safe. Even when I’m away.”

You shook your head, smiling. “You’re insane.”

Seb pulled you back on top of his chest, kissing the top of your head as you laid on top of him lazily, without a care in the world. “A little, yes.” He ran a soothing hand down your back. “I love you.”

“I love you too, you crazy man.”

He chuckled. “Well, now that we have the following week all to ourselves, what do you wanna do?” He asked.

“You.”

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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Daddy Issues

Nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you. I know that you got daddy issues

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), Daddy Kink, passionate sex

Word Count: 2361

Author’s Notes: My GRAYstans unite! I have unlocked a new passion for Daddy!Grayson. Also, my headers either feature the reader image as Malia Tate from Teen Wolf or Jane Villanueva from Jane the Virgin.

“Are you SURE you want to make Sledge’s doghouse from scratch?” You asked, following your boyfriend, THE Grayson Dolan, into the backyard. Grayson and you had just adopted a puppy that he was FINALLY not allergic to, and he had become quite obsessed with wanting the absolute best for your new pup

“Babe, do you REALLY want our son to have some basic and boring dog house for the backyard, or wouldn’t it be more fitting for him to have a MANSION like the king he is?” Grayson suggests, wagging his thick eyebrows at you.

You gently shove his side, rolling your eyes at his response. “Fine, Sledge and I will just MONITOR your progress by the pool.” You call back to the pup, watching him gallop towards you both, wagging his tail. Grayson moves towards the garage to bring all of the wood and materials needed for the project onto the grassy area next to the pool, arranging the pieces by length.

Sledge lays down in the grass next to your lounge chair as you sit down, tightening your lavender string bikini bottoms on your hips. Today was GORGEOUS, the sun shining and the heat not sweltering, allowing for the perfect day to tan while you watched Grayson work.

You decided to start by tanning your back, lying with your face propped on a towel in the foldout chair. Your hands hold your phone out, scrolling through Instagram as you soaked in the summer rays.

Grayson started his plans by sawing the boards to the perfect length, pulling a pair of safety goggles over the top of his tousled long locks. You eye him carefully from where you lay, watching as he handled the saw with ease, cutting the board to its perfect size before continuing on to the next piece. Your eyes linger on the curve of his back muscles squeezing through the black tank top that clung to his figure.

Sledge barked, pulling you from your daze, demanding attention beside you. You place the phone by your side, smiling down as you sit up slightly to provide your furbaby with the attention he craved. “Are you watching Daddy work? Well, so is MOMMY.” You coo, running your fingers through his soft fur.

A half hour goes by, Grayson diligently putting together the pieces of wood, sweat dripping from his hair down through his beard. You decide it’s a good time for a hydration break, Sledge following you back inside the kitchen where you grab two bottles of water along with a dish to pour some out for your pooch.

“Gray, how about you take a quick break?” You chirped, approaching him as he leaned over and inspected his work. You hand him one of the water bottles, opening the other and pouring half into the dog dish you set beside your feet, Sledge lapping happily at the bowl.

“How’s it looking so far, boss?” Grayson teased, standing back to let you inspect his work. You tilt your head from side to side, putting your fingers out as a ‘frame’, closing one eye and then the other. Grayson let out a laugh as he watched you pretend to inspect like a ‘real’ boss, a huge grin spreading on his face.

“I’d say it looks sturdy so far, keep up the good work, EMPLOYEE.” You place a kiss to his cheek, sauntering back over to your lounge chair, sitting down to let the rays tan the front of your body.

After a few minutes of lapping at the water bowl Sledge moves back over to you, rolling happily in the grass. Grayson feels sweat drenching his black tank top, a mixture of the heat of the sun and the work he was putting into his project. He grabs the hemline and tugs it off, tossing the sweaty material in the grass next to him.

You can’t help but stop and OGLE at him when he removes it, a sinful image playing out in your mind. Your eyes roam over his sculpted chest, remembering how it felt when you ran your hands up and down his abdomen. Your eyes move up to look at his hair, long locks sticking to his forehead as he continues his work on the dog house. Lastly, your eyes fixated on his hands, watching the veins protruding as he hammered nails into the wood, forming the outside walls of what would be Sledge’s humble abode. Grayson looked DELICIOUS, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach flip-flopped at the sight, his cerulean swim trunks clinging to his hips.

“Hey G-Gray, I’m gonna go inside, watch Sledge for me, please?” He nodded, eyes fixated on the task at hand. You took one last glance in his direction, taking a mental picture before pulling open the screen door and heading directly towards your shared bedroom.

You needed relief after watching him work, he wasn’t even TRYING to seduce you and yet you still felt dampness between your thighs. You opened the bedroom door and shut it behind you. Your body stumbled forward, flopping back against the bed, shimmying out of your bikini bottoms, tossing them to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered closed, REWINDING the image of Grayson working outside in your head, the back of your lids acting as a screen for the projected image. Your delicate fingers slid down your chest to your core, circling around your bundle of nerves and letting out a soft moan. You pictured the way he tossed his shirt off, how the sweat GLISTENED on his skin, that perfect beard you refused to let him shave.

Fingers move lower, parting your folds and moving in and out of your core, arching your back against the bed. You continued pumping your fingers in and out, feeling that familiar buildup in your chest when you heard the bedroom door open, Grayson taking in the sight of you.

“What are you doing, babygirl?” He asked, arms crossing against his bare chest. Your eyes snap open, sitting up straight and pulling the blanket over you. As if he HADN’T seen what you were doing just moments ago.

“N-Nothing, I think I am just exhausted from the sun. I figured I needed to lay down and rest a bit.” You stuttered, a hand moving from below the blanket to scratch nervously through your locks.

Grayson’s eyes grew dark as he approached you on the bed, standing just at the edge of it and holding your gaze. “Babygirl, don’t LIE to me, you know I don’t like it when you lie.” He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you, eyes still locked on yours. “Were you TOUCHING yourself?” He asked.

Your cheeks start to feel hot, a rosy blush spreading across them. “Y-Yes, I was. You just looked so good outside and I didn’t want to bother you while you were working so I came in here and-” Grayson holds out his hand, silencing you before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re forgetting the rules, babygirl, REMIND me what they are.” He questioned, his voice lowering an octave. Your bottom lip quivers, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. “N-No touching myself, only DADDY gets to touch me.” You whispered, your gaze darting to the bed to avoid his stare.

“Look at ME.” He demanded, his tone making your eyes snap up immediately. “Yes, only daddy gets to touch you, and what happens when we disobey, babygirl?” You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes going wide.

“Y-You, you get PUNISHED.”

“Exactly.” He responds, two fingers beckoning you towards the edge of the bed. “Turn around, ass up.” You follow his instructions, crawling to the edge of the bed and turning around. Grayson’s fingers grab your neck, pushing your head down against the mattress. “You’re going to count to ten for me, if you stop counting we’ll start all OVER.”

The first smack across your ass made your pussy tighten, wincing slightly at the burn of his thick hand against your skin. “O-One.” You sputtered.

“Good girl, keep counting.” He commands, sending another smack to your flesh.

“T-Two...three...four...five.” Tears are welling up in your eyes, a mix of both pleasure and pain through each strike to your tanned skin. You don’t want to falter though, you know it’ll be MUCH worse if you add more slaps to the count.

“S-six...seven...eight...nine...ten.” Tears are now flowing down your face, staining your cheeks in the light coat of mascara you had applied that morning. Grayson moves the pressure off your neck, letting out a deep breath.

“What a good GIRL, see, I knew you could be good for me.” He flexes his hand in a fist and then stretches it out over and over, relaxing the muscles as the sting starts to dissipate. “I think it’s time that I get a THANK YOU.” You know EXACTLY what he’s asking, turning around to face him, eyes level with the thick bulge in his shorts.

“Yes daddy.” Your fingers tug down the shorts, his thick cock springing free against his chest. You lick your lips before reaching up, taking his cock into your hand and SLOWLY stroking it. Your mouth parts, lips curling around the tip, sucking and licking before moving them lower and lower down the base.

His fingers move to grip your hair, a groan of delight leaving his lips. “That’s it baby, open your mouth, let me fuck that perfect mouth of yours.” You do as you’re told, relaxing your jaw and letting him slide further. Not only was he thick, but LONG, tears welling up as he pushed all the way in, your nose touching the skin right below his belly button. He uses your hair as his reins, bucking his hips in and out, a mixture of your spit DRIPPING from the sides of your lips down your chin and neck. Grayson keeps his eyes on you, watching you sputter around him, his teeth grinding together.

“Fuck, so beautiful.” He pulls out abruptly, a string of saliva linking your mouth to his cock, and you feel utterly EMPTY. Grayson tilts your head up with his hand, ushering you to get up. “That’s enough, don’t want to cum in your mouth today, want to cum inside you.”

His hands push you back against the bed, untying the bikini top you still wore, revealing your bare breasts to him. His hand moves to grip his cock, rubbing the red and swollen tip against your folds, a dark smile on his face. “You are already SO wet, babygirl. Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod up at him but you know that’s not what he wants, he wants you to use your WORDS.

“Yes, Gray...I mean, daddy. Please fuck me, want to feel you cum inside me.” The words are satisfaction, the code that unlocks his motions as he pushes inside of you, working in slowly as your walls INSTINCTIVELY tighten around him, pulling him deeper. After a moment he bottoms out, holding himself there, looking down at you.

“So fucking tight, babygirl. Your cunt was MADE for me.” He moves his hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming himself back in, eliciting a whine from your throat. He continues at the same pace, pulling almost completely out and pushing back in fast, your voice becoming louder which each thrust.

“Gotta keep it down, you know Ethan is still sleeping. Wouldn’t want to wake him up. Or maybe you do, huh?” He asked, two of his fingers snaking between your breasts down to your clit, circling it. “Want Ethan to know that you’re a SLUT for my cock? How your daddy is the only one that can please you?”

You moan loudly, your voice hoarse from the way he fucked your throat earlier. “Yes daddy, I want EVERYONE to know I’m yours.” His hips slap into you over and over, fingers circling your clit with more pressure now. He can tell you’re close to coming, your walls clenching and unclenching him, your thighs shaking as his own hold you apart.

“Uh-uh, gotta ASK if you can cum babygirl, you know better.” Grayson’s free hand moves to your neck, wrapping around it JUST enough that your breathing gets harder, but not enough that you might pass out.

“Fuck, PLEASE daddy, want to cum on your cock, want to show you how good I can be.” You choked out, picturing the way his hands had moved around the wood and saw earlier that were now around your throat.

Grayson is pleased by your words, eyes focusing on your face and his fingers rubbing against you faster. “Yes, babygirl, CUM on my cock.” He can barely finish his sentence before your orgasm hits you, crying out loudly, tears flowing from your eyes with pleasure. He continues his movements, feeling your walls tightening around him and knowing he can’t hold on anymore. “Gonna cum, baby, gonna coat your walls with me, want you LEAKING my cum.” A groan of satisfaction leaves his lips, his cock pressed deep inside you as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, closing them as you continue coming down from your high, his hand moving off of your neck so you can fully breathe. His hips stutter briefly, letting you milk his cock before he pulls out, noticing your dazed state.

“Hey...come back to me baby.” He whispered, moving to lay down next to you, placing gentle kisses all over your face. Your eyes FINALLY flutter open, a lazy smile on your lips. “Sorry about that, you really did just look so good I couldn’t help myself.” Grayson let out a deep chuckle, tugging you into his side, his fingers roaming up and down your back.

“Don’t apologize baby, next time just tell me and I’ll stop to USE you how you need to be used.” He glances at the door, hearing a whine from Sledge, pulling him back to reality. “Our SON wants you.”

You shake your head, looking up at him. “Nope, YOU can deal with him now, you fucked all of the energy out of me.”

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bastardtetsu · 3 years

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++ missed you // kuroo x reader

kuroo gets home from a business trip and it’s been a while. basically 2k+ of foreplay bc i have no self control

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

wc: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism ? (u watch him jerk off), oral (both receiving), fingering, teasing, edging

“i missed you so much”

his voice is breathy and rough, half growl half sigh, as he assaults your neck with open mouthed kisses, punctuated with delicate nips of his teeth. one hand is entangled in your hair while the other grips your waist, pulling you in as close as possible while you straddle him on the couch.

you weren’t able to make it to the bedroom. from the moment your boyfriend returned from his business trip, both of you were too impatient for each other’s touch.

“i missed you too, tetsu” you whisper back between mewls, your hands clutching greedily at your lover’s messy black locks. your hips seem to move on their own, grinding into the hardness that’s already starting to form in his pants. a low hum of approval reverberates from the crook of your neck.

“you have no idea how much i thought about you, baby,” his hot breath travels up your neck until you can feel it on your ear, where his gravelly voice whispers, “lost count of how many time i fucked my fist to the thought of you while i was gone.”

his words send a shiver straight to your core as he tugs lightly on your earlobe with his teeth. suddenly, an idea dawns on you. you break away from him, a heated glint in your eyes as you lean back to look at him. kuroo stares back at you in a puzzled daze.

“show me.”

it takes a few seconds for the words to register in his brain, but you can tell they do when his brow knits in frustration, betraying the small chuckle he lets out. “c’mon kitten, didn’t i just say how much i missed you?”

you smile coyly, maintaining eye contact as you climb off his lap, repositioning yourself on the floor between his legs. you take in the sizable bulge in his pants straining against the fabric, biting your lip at the sight, and cast a doe-eyed look towards your lover. “please?”

there’s no way he can say no to that face, gazing up at him so flushed and needy. “whatever you want, kitten,” he utters cheekily, his lips stretching into a smirk as he undoes his pants, making quick work of his belt and zipper before freeing his impressive erection. “you wanna see me stroke my cock to you?”

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding slowly as you scoot yourself back, just far enough away for you to take in his broad form as he begins to massage his flushed length with one hand, while the other unbuttons his shirt. your eyes are fixated on the bead of precum already pooling at the tip, mouth practically watering at the sight of his thumb rubbing the liquid generously around his reddened cockhead.

your breath catches a bit when his dress shirt finally falls open, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, rising and falling with each ragged breath. small, breathy grunts slip past his lips as his pace gradually increases, muscular thighs flexing eagerly.

you glance up to meet his eyes, burning into you with a heavy-lidded stare. a coquettish grin crosses your face as you lift your hand to the collar of your blouse, slowly unbuttoning the top button, then another, then another…

kuroo’s jaw has now gone slack, but his eyes seem to flare with even more intensity as you gradually undress yourself in front of him. his whole body is screaming to touch you, to devour you, to split you open on his cock right then and there — but he holds back, instead focusing on the steady pumps of his hand as you slowly discard your blouse, then your pants. your hands move to your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze before reaching around to unhook your bra.

“fuck,” kuroo sighs hungrily as the lacy undergarment falls to the floor, revealing your already peaked nipples. his thighs tense at the sight. “kitten…”

“what is it, baby?” you drawl in a sickly sweet tone, slowly but deliberately making your way closer before placing a chaste kiss on his inner thigh. kuroo lets out a groan somewhere between pleasure and frustration. you respond by placing another kiss just a little further up, suckling the skin between your lips this time.

“how much longer you gonna keep teasin’ me?” he asks breathlessly, his smirk barely hiding the desperation in his eyes. his pace has slowed down now, drawing out each stroke as he tries to keep his composure.

you’re nearing your limit as well, your face just inches away from his swollen, tempting length. but toying with him is just so fun.

keeping your gaze locked with his, your mouth returns to the same place on his inner thigh, opening wider to swirl your tongue across the muscled flesh as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. you watch his eyes cloud with lust as another breathy, frustrated sigh escapes his throat, sending a flutter straight to your already dampening core.

unable to resist much longer, you drag your lips across his skin until they reach the base of his cock, your tongue peeking out to gently lap at his balls. kuroo is damn near losing his mind, his breathing ragged, the thought of your wet lips finally wrapped around him fueling his desperation for more.

a guttural moan falls from his mouth when you finally flatten your tongue against his shaft, licking a slow stripe up before circling it around the aching head. kuroo is practically whimpering as you close your lips around the tip, suckling lightly as you bring your hand up to wrap around the base.

“please,” he whispers breathily, the plea falling from his lips almost involuntarily. you cast one final glance up at his face, and his glassy, lust-filled eyes are all the encouragement you need to take him fully into your mouth, eliciting an uncharacteristically loud moan as his head lolls backward, a hand shooting up to meet the back of your head as you begin to bob up and down.

the sounds of his breathy grunts and moans reverberate in your core, walls pulsating as your hand pumps the remaining length in time with your mouth. kuroo’s hips gently buck upward, keening when he feels his cockhead against the soft flesh at the back of your throat.

“fuck, kitten, just like that,” he groans, losing himself in the hot, velvety sensation. his fingers entangle themselves in your hair, closing into a tight fist as he takes in the sight of your pretty mouth swallowing his cock. “missed you so much, babygirl”

he isn’t usually this loud, but you don’t mind. his heavy sighs decorated with needy little moans only spur you on as you hum around him, grinding your still-clothed cunt against the heel of your foot, desperate for some friction. the vibrations of your moans send a jolt of pleasure through kuroo’s body, tightening his grip on your hair as he twitches further into your mouth.

noticing the roll of your hips as your whimpering grows needier, he pulls you off his cock with a devilish look in his lust-clouded eyes. a string of saliva dangles off your tongue, clinging to the flushed tip.

“c’mere,” he mutters, gently guiding you back onto the couch, “that pretty pussy needs some attention now, doesn’t it?” his eyes are still glazed over with lust, cheeks tinted a rosy pink as another coy smirk forms on his lips.

you let out a soft whine of approval as he lays you down with your back against the armrest, shuddering when you feel his fingertips trailing lightly down your abdomen, stopping at the waistband of your underwear to toy with the elastic.

it takes nearly all of kuroo’s willpower not to tear those panties off right now and ravage your sweet, aching cunt after what feels like ages — but his desire for payback is stronger.

snapping the elastic waistband lightly against your skin, he allows his fingers to travel further downward, ghosting over the thin cotton hiding your dampening folds. you whimper in response, hips bucking up to try and meet his touch, but the gratification you seek eludes you as his slender digits continue their feather-light strokes, his eyes burning deviously as he takes in your exposed form beneath him.

“what’s wrong, kitten?” he lilts teasingly, lightly circling your clit through the fabric with one finger, “don’t you like it when i play with you?”

you can only whine in response, the shortage of friction somehow making you even more sensitive to his delicate touches, each brush of his fingertip through the thin cotton sending pangs of pleasure throughout your body.

gentle lips press against your neck, then your collarbone as he continues his subtle ministrations, your hips bucking and twitching each time his fingers brush past your sensitive bud, desperate for more. his free hand begins to caress and squeeze your thigh, the other still lightly tracing the outline of your folds as his lips make their way down before finding your exposed breast.

kuroo wastes no time laving his tongue over your already hardened nipple, sucking at the soft flesh while pressing a finger firmly into the growing wetness in your panties. your back arches into him, hips bucking desperately against the fabric in search of some sort of friction.

“tetsu,” you moan pitifully, fingers desperately gripping at his disheveled hair. his mischievous eyes dart up to meet yours.

“yes, sweetheart?” he smirks up at you through dark eyelashes. he knows exactly what he’s doing — and the look on your face tells him it’s working. your parted lips, half-lidded eyes glazed over with desperation, and your brow slightly furrowed in an adorable pout were enough to send kuroo into a frenzy.

before you even have time to respond, he repositions his head in between your thighs, just inches away from the wet heat at their apex. he lingers there for a moment, breathing in your scent, making sure his hot breath teases your cunt with every exhale. you lightly tug on his hair in frustration, and a lopsided grin dances on his lips as his eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“c’mon kitten, i asked you nicely,” he teases, before placing a soft kiss on your clothed clit, “aren’t you gonna return the favor?”

your grip on his hair tightens as you try to suppress your desperate mewls. your hips are already twitching and you can practically feel your pussy throbbing, aching for his touch. “please,” you whine.

“mm, atta girl,�� you hear him growl, just before you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your still-clothed folds, before pausing to suck on your clit through the fabric. you let out a gasp at the sensation of the soft fabric rubbing against your arousal with the hot wetness of his tongue pressing through it.

unable to restrain himself any further, kuroo swiftly yanks your panties off, pausing to marvel at the sight of your soaked cunt in front of him. he brings a finger up to swipe through your glistening folds, collecting some slick on his fingertip before circling it around your clit a few times. whimpering moans leave your throat as you clench around nothing, jolts of pleasure surging through your body with each movement of his finger.

“i missed playing with this pussy,” he whispers breathily, turning his head to gently nip at your inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where you’ve been desperately needing his mouth for weeks. a flicker of hungry golden eyes meets yours again. “you ready for me to taste you now, kitten?”

“mm-hmm” you nod fervently, glassy-eyed as you look down on him, “please, tetsu.”

kuroo wastes no more time burying himself between your thighs, eagerly working his tongue through your folds and around your clit as you throw your head back, satisfied groans dripping from your lips like honey. you continue fisting his dark locks, enthusiastically rolling your hips into his mouth as he continues to make out with your pussy.

a cry of pleasure escapes your throat when he slides a finger in, continuing to work your clit with his tongue. he teases you at your entrance, eliciting desperate high-pitched whimpers from you before he slides in a little further, curling his finger at that perfect, spongy spot. your back arches as the pleasure fills your body with its warmth, hips beginning to buck as he starts to pump his finger in and out, his lips still latched around your pulsing clit.

“yes baby,” you pant, “more.” kuroo obliges, slipping a second finger into your soaked cunt as he speeds up his ministrations. his other hand is gripping your thigh, fingertips digging into the soft flesh as he ruts his leaking cock against the couch cushions.

you can feel the pressure building in you as his skilled fingers work your insides, hitting just the right spots over and over while his tongue swirls around your clit, threatening to send you over the edge. “fuck,” you hiss breathily, “tetsu, i’m gonna—“

you’re cut off by the sudden removal of his lips and halting of his fingers, keeping them sheathed inside of you. you let out a frustrated groan as the air hits your sensitive bud, cold in comparison to the heat of kuroo’s mouth. you look down to find a sadistic smirk on your lover’s lips, still wet and glossy with your slick.

“not yet, kitten,” he purrs, very slowly curling his fingers against the spongy, sensitive spot inside you. a low groan escapes your parted lips, which kuroo is quick to silence with his own. the taste of your own wetness enters your mouth as you grab at him, as if clinging to him tight enough will bring the release you crave. you can feel his hot breath on your tongue and your walls throbbing around his digits as he whispers his next words: “i’m not finished with you."

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so be nice to me ahahahaaa anyways this is just a warm up to get y’all prepared to the filth that’s coming in february when the whorehouse server collab drops >:) special thanks to @karasimpno for betaing & gassing me up as usual uwu

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360iris · 3 years

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Moment’s Silence (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Warnings: 50% smut, 50% fluff?? Daddy kink, finger sucking. Dominate Remus. Spit kink... Light fingering and deep throating,

Word count: 1,268

Summary: After Remus spends the entire day working in his office, you finally earn some time with Daddy.

A/N: Was a struggle completing this one! I’ll give writing a wlw fic a try next because it’s tough doing anything else right now.

It would have been the perfect cuddle day if Remus hadn’t spent the entirety of it, in his office. He’d emerge once every few hours to refill his mug and give you a soft kiss on the cheek.

However there were only so many movies you could binge watch by yourself before becoming needy for your boyfriend.

The only thing keeping you from slipping into his study and disturbing his work, was the hope of being rewarded for your patience. Blatant disobedience wouldn’t get you far with the man anyway.

Remus loved when you demonstrated patience as his submissive and being a good girl had its own perks. More kisses from Daddy, warm cuddle sessions and him making you come as many times as you wanted in one night.

You could wait a little longer if it meant less begging for the things you wanted.

You had just finished the third LOTR movie by the time he emerged from his office, hitting the light switch behind him as he exited.

He was done working for the day.

Feeling giddy anticipation, you hold back from reacting just yet. Allowing him to make the first move was always the best.

“Hi love, did you enjoy your movie marathon?” He asks walking to join you in the living room.

Inhaling, you let out a small “Not as much as I’ll enjoy tonight, Daddy.”

“Oh yeah? What’s so special about tonight dear?” He asks, making it to the couch you’ve spent the entire day on.

He leans his face down towards you expectantly and you eagerly lace your arms around his neck. Peppering small kisses across his cheeks. He chuckles at the contact and settles onto the couch. Pulling you by your waist on top of his lap.

“You’re here now.” You whisper, leaning your forehead against his, taking the time to inhale his scent. Kneading your fingers into his shoulders and grasping at the flannel he’s wearing. Wanting to fully appreciate him being there with you.

“Oh doll, you’re gonna make me blush.” He chuckles, voice no higher than your own. One hand grasping your hip to press you flush with his lap and the other taking hold of the side of your face.

You smile at him tenderly as his thumb glided over your cheek, doing a quick pass over your lips. He had purposely neglected to kiss you on the lips today. Another one of his small games. How desperate could he get his babygirl?

You both stayed quiet for a minute, just enjoying the other’s touch. “Are you gonna kiss me, Daddy?” You mumble, tracing the mustache he’s been growing. It strangely added to his sex appeal and you adored it.

He smirks and you dart your tongue out to wet your lips. Staring at his mouth before flickering back up to his eyes.

“I’ve definitely kissed you today, darling.” He laughed again, to which you let out a tiny whine at, rolling your hips against him in protest.

“Those were just on the cheek! I wanna real kiss from you, Daddy.”

“A real kiss, hm?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! On the lips.” You reply, rubbing your core against him harder, taking in a sharp gasp. “Please? Wanna feel you.”

He lazily rubs circles into the sides of your hips, scrunching his face like he has to think about it. Making a big show of his hemming and hawing before barking out a laugh again.

“Alright, dear. Come here then.” He grins and your lips are on his instantly. A few giggles escape from him, clearly amused with your eagerness.

Eventually, he decides to take you a bit more seriously. Deepening the kiss despite his inability to stop smiling through it.

Reaching between your legs, he moans at the realization that you’re not wearing any panties under your XL tee. Lightly nipping at your bottom lip before pulling his head back.

“My baby’s been sittin’ around all day without any undies on? Couldn’t wait for me to get a hold of you, huh?” He questions, easily slipping a finger into your entrance.

When all he gets back as a response is an airy whimper, he pushes a second finger inside of you. Your pleasure is cut short as he swiftly removes the digits from your heat. Before you can even think of groaning in disagreement, the same hand grabs a hold of your face.

Your own arousal being smeared over your cheeks as he holds them in a vice grip.

“You answer when prompted, princess.” He says brows raised, expectant of a reply and voice even.

“I’ve been waiting all day for your cock, Daddy! S’all I could think about.” You quickly admit and he grins, seemingly pleased.

“S’ all you could think about?” He mocks dryly, eyes not leaving your face.

“Mmhmm!”

“Then how about you get on your knees and come say hi to it, dear?” He replies, releasing you before leaning back against the couch.

Sliding from his lap, you get in position in front of him. Looking widely up at him, nervous to touch him without being directed. However he’s staring back at you with raised brows.

“Go on, doll! I thought you were waiting all day for this?” He says impatiently, appearing as if he was getting bored.

After relieving him of his trousers and briefs, you set to work. Licking a long strip up your right hand before taking him into your grasp. Twisting your grip on his tip loosely and sucking along the base of his dick.

Glancing up, to your dismay, you notice his eyes are closed as though he’s simply relaxing. Your face heats up in irritation. He was purposefully trying to rile you up.

In response you decide to deepthroat him, as far as you could manage, in one quick go. Eyes trained on him as his length is engulfed down your throat. His head effectively darts up to look at you, lips parted in a moan.

“Fuck! Want my attention that badly?” He coughs, brushing your hair back. You moan around him in agreement. Bobbing your head quickly, you feel his tip hit the back of your trachea. Trying to push through the temptation to gag, your pace is relentless.

Taking advantage of the saliva dripping from your lips, you palm his balls leisurely. You have him moaning uncontrollably in minutes. Being brought too close to the edge for his comfort, he hastily pulls you off of his cock panting.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, a pleased smile on his lips.

After making your way back into his lap, he dots kisses all along your face. You giggle, grabbing one of his significantly large hands. Bringing it to your mouth, you hold his gaze as you gingerly suck on two of his digits.

Eyes hooded as he takes in your appearance. “Want my fingers, hm?” He asks quietly and you respond with a nod. Giving him a few more good sucks before withdrawing, mouth still open. Looking at him in wait of something. He chuckles when the realization hits him.

Tonguing his gums as he grasps your chin firmly, one brow arched in amusement at your pleased expression. Lips still parted and tongue flat, you lace your fingers around his wrist to anchor yourself right as he spits into your mouth.

You hum in delight, closing your jaw to swallow before reopening to show him it was all gone and he laughs.

“Good girl.” He sings in your praise, lifting you up with him as he moves away from the couch.

“How about we move to the bedroom, love?”

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andvys · 3 years

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Longing (part 23)

warnings: smut smut smut

pairing: ellie williams x reader

author’s note: this fic is coming to an end and the best way to end this is with smut obviously! also i know this gif isn't fitting but she looks so hot here so whatever

ellie pulled you into the house, closing the door she slammed you against it, making you gasp at her sudden action, she pressed herself against you, leaning in to kiss your neck softly, you sighed at the feeling, running a hand through her short hair you couldn't help but tug on it.

she groaned against you, pulling away from your neck, she glared at you for tugging on her hair, you swallowed nervously, looking at her with an innocent expression on your face.

“stop acting all innocent now baby.” she whispered in your ear, pressing kisses on your jawline “we both no you're a slut for me.” she whispered, her thigh moved in between your legs, while her hands grabbed your hips tightly, pushing you down against her thigh.

you gasped, throwing your head back against the door you enjoyed the feeling of ellie pushing you down against her thigh while she sucked on your neck softly, marking you once again.

her right hand left your hip and started caressing the skin under your shirt before opening your pants and moving her hand inside.

ellie wanted to tease you a little before actually touching you but she just couldn't resist you, she loved hearing your moans and whimpers whenever she would move her fingers inside you.

ellie smashed her lips against yours, kissing you roughly, while her fingers teased you over your panties, feeling how wet you were already, she started smirking against your lips.

she barely touched you but you started moaning already, she pushed her hand inside your panties, moving a finger inside you, ellie moaned at the feeling of how wet you were for her, she moved a second finger inside, fucking you with her fingers, she started rubbing your clit with her thumb.

you broke the kiss and started panting heavily, throwing your head against the door you moaned at ellie’s fingers moving inside you, you couldn't help but start grinding down on her fingers.

ellie watched you as came undone in front of her, your moans, your little whimpers, your cute expression on your face as she was fucking you with her hand was enough to make her wet.

ellie started whispering praises in your ear, making you moan even louder, you looked down, watching as ellie’s hand was fucking you, you couldn't help but stare at her tattooed hand.

ellie catched you staring down at her hand and started smirking to herself, she quickened the pace of her fingers, making you moan uncontrollably, you arched your back and held onto ellie’s neck tightly “ellie..” you whimpered.

she started kissing your neck again, moving up “cum for me babygirl.” she whispered, biting your earlobe playfully.

“fuck..fuck..” you whimpered, letting yourself fall against ellie, who held you close against her, still moving her fingers inside you making whine in protest, you were too sensitive already and you knew you still had a whole night ahead of you.

“you did so good for me baby.” ellie whispered, kissing your neck “come on..” she said, grabbing your head, she started pulling you upstairs into the bathroom, you could barely walk up the stairs, your legs were feeling shaky already.

ellie pulled you into the bathroom and shut the door, you stared at her muscle, the way they moved under her tank top was driving you crazy, licking your lips, she was able to make you wet just by standing there in front of you.

turning around to face you, she started smirking at the way you were looking at her, she started walking towards you, leaning over you to turn on the shower, she laughed at you when you whimpered at her when she pressed a wet kiss on your neck “i barely touch you and you're all whiny baby, i bet you're wet again even though i just fucked you with my hand.” she teased, running a hand down your stomach. “you never get enough do you?”

shaking your head, you felt your heart racing in your chest, you would never get enough of ellie, no matter how much time would pass.

ellie just gave you a smirk, and started pulling your clothes off slowly, way too slowly, she loved torturing you, make you all needy for her before actually touching you properly.

”you look so hot today, you always do but these tight jeans drive me crazy and the fact that you're not wearing a bra today.. you were just asking to be fucked nice and slow weren't you?” she asked you making you moan at her words

“you have no idea how hard it was not to bend you over the table and fuck you until you would scream my name.” she told you, circling her thumb around your nipple while her other hand was squeezing your butt roughly.

your skin felt like it was on fire under her touch, you felt so hot, your heart was racing and you were breathing heavily, your panties were completely soaked through and you could feel your arousal, making it very hard to stay still.

ellie smashed her lips against yours, kissing you roughly, you ran your hand up and down her stomach making her groan into your mouth.

suddenly you felt her hand move inside your panties again, pulling away from you she was breathing heavily, gazing at you with lust in her eyes. “fuck baby you're soaked.” she moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss on your neck, you felt her fingers move inside you slowly, “damn i don't think you've ever been this wet before baby.” she groaned, when her finger slipped out.

she pushed you inside the shower, letting you stand under the warm water, “behave yourself.” she said, looking at you with a stern expression before she started taking her close off, taking her time, you know that she was doing it on purpose, her smirk gave it away.

“ellie..” you whined, not being able to wait any longer you glared at her before moving your hand down to touch yourself, you looked at her with a mischievous look on your face before closing your eyes and you moaned when you started rubbing your clit.

suddenly you felt ellie slam you against the wall in the shower, her hand grabbed yours and pulled it away, pushing it against the wall next to you. you gasped at her action and looked at her with wide eyes, she glared at you “what did i tell you?” she grumbled, looking at you with an angry expression that just made you feel even more aroused, almost moaning at the tone of her voice.

“what did i tell you?” she repeated herself, you swallowed nervously and tried to rub your thighs together but she pushed her leg between them not allowing you to move.

“yo-you told me to... behave myself.” you whimpered, when you felt her hand rub your inner thigh.

“mhm and did you behave yourself?” she asked, waiting for your answer.

shaking your head at her, you looked at her nervously.

“that's right you didn't, i think you need to be punished.” she whispered, kissing your jaw softly. you gulped nervously, you knew what punishment meant, she would pleasure you until you couldn't take it anymore.

“ellie please..” you sighed, not being able to stay like that any longer.

“please? you want to be punished? you're such a slut.” she groaned into your ear, making you whimper. “my slut.”

she looked at your expression, almost laughing at how needy you looked.

deciding to give you what you want, she moved her finger inside you making you moan immediately “fuck you got even wetter baby, i’m gonna fuck you so hard.” she promised you, kissing your neck, she added a second finger and started fucking you with her hand.

you were a moaning mess under her, trying to grind against her hand but she gripped you tightly and held you against the wall, making you whine in protest, you wanted to feel as much friction as possible but she didn't let you.

“you don't get to do anything baby, you stay like that and let me fuck you you got it?” she whispered in your ear, seductively.

nodding your head violently, she chuckled at you before she fastened the pace of her fingers inside you making you moan loudly, you looked up and arched your back, the pleasure was getting too much, tears started leaking from your eyes.

“fuck ellie.. i can't.” you sighed but she just started moving her fingers even faster, rubbing your clit with her thumb, you started seeing stars at her action.

“fuck baby you look so hot.” she grunted, admiring your body, the way it was reacting to your touch, ellie felt herself getting even more wet at the sight of you getting fucked by her, the way the water was running down her body, the way you threw your head back and arched your back drove her crazy, she felt her wetness running down her leg, the power you had over her body, she was able to cum just by watching you.

“cum for me baby.” she purred, leaning in to kiss your neck, rubbing your clit even faster now.

you cried out her name, your body shaking from your orgasm, you tried to push her hand away but she just kept going like before.

“ellie.. i can't.. it’s too much.” you whimpered, feeling tears run down your face now.

“oh.. but i told you that you have to be punished.” she said, smirking at you before she leaned down, licking your nipple while she moved her fingers at a violent pace inside you.

you felt yourself getting close again, running a hand through her hair, you started pulling on it making her groan, you moaned uncontrollably under her, not being able to keep your moans quiet.

“ellie i can't..” you cried out, you were so sensitive it almost hurt but it also felt so good and your moans told ellie to just keep going and that's what she did until you came for the third time.

she kissed up your chest, admiring your face, your brows were furrowed and you tried to calm down from the pleasure ellie just gave you but she was far from done with you.

she pecked your lips softly before pulling her fingers out of you, she held them out in front of you.

you took her fingers into your mouth, licking them clean while keeping eye contact with her, her pupils dilated until you could see nothing but the blackness.

suddenly she grabbed your throat and slammed you back against the wall, choking you, you looked at her with wide eyes, you were about to say something when she roughly smashed her lips against yours, your tongues touched and she moaned at the taste of you.

she pulled away and started kissing down your body until she was on her knees in front of you, you didn't think you were ready for another round of pleasure but the way she looked down on her knees in front of you told you otherwise, you felt yourself getting wet again.

ellie smirked at you before she started kissing up your leg until she was in front of your glistening pussy, situating herself between your thighs, she grabbed your thigh and threw it over her shoulder. looking up at you, she watched as you looked down at her with a lustful expression on your face, the water ran down your body, making everything look even more erotic. you looked like a goddess and you deserved to be treated like one too.

she gripped your thighs roughly and started teasing you by kissing your inner thighs before she actually started to eat you out.

her tongue was buried deep inside you, her nose grazed your clit slightly as she ate you out, hungrily, you started grinding against her face, you looked down at ellie through hooded eyes, noticing that she was looking up at you with a lustful gaze, she moaned loudly at your taste, intensifying the pleasure for you.

“ellie..” you moaned out, your legs started shaking, falling if it wasn't for ellie’s tight grip on you, “fuck ellie..” you whimpered, calming down from the overwhelming pleasure.

ellie pulled away, licking her lips she started kissing up your body until she was facing you again, she watched you as you were breathing heavily, barely holding yourself up.

“you did so good for me babe, you deserve a break.” she told you before pecking your lips softly, looking at you with a loving expression on her face.

she loved the way she was able to make you feel, the way your brows furrowed whenever you felt an orgasm approaching or the way you bit your lip and closed your eyes shut, she would never get sick of giving you the pleasure you deserve.

“come here baby.” she whispered, pulling your tired form into her, she kissed your neck softly, as you both stood under the running water, hugging each other.

after you calmed down a little and actually showered, ellie pulled you out of the shower, wrapping towels around your bodies, she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bedroom, pushing you down on the bed, she kissed your forehead softly, smiling at you.

“lay back on the bed for me pretty girl.” she said in a demanding tone, making you a little nervous. you were still so sensitive, you didn't know if you could go another round but who were you to deny ellie?

you pulled your towel off first, making ellie smirk at your action. you laid down on the bed and watched as she let her towel fall off her body.

squeezing your thighs together at the side of her naked body, you stared at her, licking your lips, you felt yourself getting wet again, the things this girl did to you..

she started crawling towards you, pushing your legs apart, she started kissing up your legs, keeping eye contact the whole time while doing so, you started moaning again at her action, running your fingers through her wet hair, she was kissing up your stomach now until she came up to face you, she pushed her lips against yours, making out with you for a while, her thumb was circling your nipple softly while her other hand was squeezing your butt making you moan into her mouth, you playfully bit her bottom lip, making her groan she pulled away from you “you wanna play dirty now baby?” she asked, making you smirk slightly, she shook her head at you and puller herself up, moving back, she spread your legs and got in between them, moving her leg next to your hip, she looked up at you, excitement filled her at what she was about to do.

she watched as you bit down on your lip watching her in anticipation, smirking at you, she pushed a finger inside of you, feeling how wet you were again, “always wet and ready for me aren't you?” she asked, a teasing smile lingering on her lips.

“always for you.” you replied, smirking at her.

“such a dirty girl.” she said before lowering herself against you, she started grinding herself against you, you were finally able to feel how wet she was for you, moaning at the feeling of her against you, you gripped her hips tightly and started grinding back against her “oh fuck.. yeah keep doing that baby.” ellie moaned, grabbing your boobs tightly, she started moving even faster.

“ellie...” you moaned, arching your back, you grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers together. you couldn't take it anymore, you were still sensitive from before but she made you feel so good.

“fuck.. cum with me baby.” ellie moaned, squeezing your hand tightly, you moaned loudly, she slowed her movement on top of you, giving you a second before she went back to grinding herself against you, smirking at you when you let out a gasp.

“ellie.. oh my...fuck” you whined, you were too sensitive for another round of pleasure but ellie kept moving “come on babe, i know you got one more in you.” she said, moaning when her clit grazed yours.

nodding your head at her, you started grinding yourself against her again, your juices mixed together, intensifying the pleasure even more, ellie fastened her pace, making you see stars “oh fuck.. fuck (y/n) you're so fucking hot..” ellie moaned out staring down at you.

“i’m gonna cum again.” you breathed out, gripping her hand tightly.

she started grinding down harder against you, making you moan uncontrollably “hold it.” she groaned at you, keeping her fast pace on top of you, you looked into her eyes, keeping eye contact until you felt your orgasm approaching.

“ellie..” you whined, looking at her with a pleading look in her eyes.

“i know baby.. cum with me.” she whispered, still looking into her eyes.

“fuck...ellie..” you moaned out, tears running down your face from the pleasure she was giving you.

she fell down against you when her legs started shaking, breathing heavily into your neck. you hugged her against you tightly, trying to calm yourself down.

“that.. was..”

“yeah... that was fucking hot babe, as always.” she smirked into your neck, pressing a kiss on your skin.

“i wasn't too rough was i?” she asked, looking at you worriedly.

“no you were perfect baby.” you whispered, kissing her lips softly, making her smile at you.

“i love you.” you whispered, running your hand through her hair.

“i love you more baby.” she whispered back, pushing herself up to kiss you softly.

you stayed like that for a while, just kissing and cuddling each other while the moonlight shined through the curtains of your bedroom, ellie never failed to make you feel like the most special person in the world and it was the same the other way around and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life together.

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ Purple heart ~

Contents: SMUT! detective/criminal!Minho x detective!fem!reader. Office sex, fingering, use of nicknames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (CAREFUL YALL), orgasm (m/f), explicit language, degradation (ish?), mentions of blood, mentions of gangbang, uhm what more.

Word count: 1.5 k words

Requested: Based on anons GENIUS ask so thank u thank u <33

Note: @vogueinnie has a little drabble based on a similar ask so please read it HERE (u wont regret it <33)

Papers and files were scattered across the carpeted floor of the shared office.

“I swear I had it in a folder somewhere in this damn office... fuck, that was such an important document!” you yelled at Minho that was sitting on a black office chair, his light brown coat draped over the chairs back as he was typing away on his keyboard. Your head snapped towards the brown haired boy, sitting arrogantly at his grand oak desk.

“Minho! You know that if this document isn’t found until tomorrow we are both in deep shit right?”

“Babygirl, it was on your desk last time I saw it.” he peeked from behind his computer screen.

You shuddered at the nickname. ‘Babygirl’. You glanced at the open door that led to the other offices to make sure that no one was still there at this ungodly hour of the night. Everyone else had gone home and that’s about the time Minho started shoving sweet nothings in your ears. You crouched down in defeat infront of the black file cabinet, a pale yellow folder with the SKZ mob logo painted on it layed infront of your feet that were decorated with stockings and a pair of black shiny kitten heels. Your arms hanged in defeat infront of you, the bracelet with the purple heart jingling everytime you moved.

A big hand stroked your hair and moved down your back. You turned around in surprise and Minho was slightly crouching, his hand emitting warmth onto your small figure. His dark brown eyes were unreadable just like his expression, the statue-like facial features making him even harder to read. His veiny hand wrapped around your shoulder, pushing you onto the floor making you land on your butt with a thump. Your hands landed behind you, holding your back straight up as Minho stood tall at the base of your legs, looking you up and down before smirking.

“M-minho what the fuck, it’s seriou-” you were cut off by Minho attaching his soft lips on yours, sitting on his knees by your side. You arms shook from how his wet tongue swirled around yours, melting in his presence. He cupped your flushed face as a wet patch formed underneath your skirt. Fuck, why were you so weak for him? It’s your co-worker and the policy about work relationships was strict so your heart was always on edge when Minho fucked you in the office like he’d done countless times before. His hans trailed down your chest, feeling on your breasts through the white bra and button up shirt that you wore to work everyday, not being much room for any creativity in the dresscode of the office. The sole of your foot met the ground once you kicked off your heels and bent your knees, inviting him to touch your burning core.

Those hands of his gripped your inner thigh after kneading your breasts for a while, inching closer one fingertip at the time. Tilting your head, your noses slightly bumped into each other as the kiss got passionate. Your breath hitched, holding back a moan as his fingers plunged down your thin black stockings and panties, feeling around your sex. You opened your eyes in the kiss and met his dark gaze, he broke the kiss and breathed between his sculpted lips.

“tsk, always so wet for me” he scoffs cockily.

You rolled your eyes, being annoyed at yourself for letting him have this controll over you. Two fingers slipped into your sopping cunt and a heavy sigh was the consequence at his fingers curling upwards. You pulled him closer to you by his neck, slowly dropping the back of your head towards the floor and dragging him along with you. The taste of his lips spread through out your mouth, watered down with your saliva as his digits created the most sinful sounds, your cunt was being abused. You couldn’t help but to moan pathetically against his lips to which he grinned and added his thumb that was lazily circling your clit, the bud swollen with lust. Just as the knot in your stomach was starting to form he pulled out his finger, the tips glistening with your juices as he lapped them up, looking at you seductively. Just his gaze could make your whole body hot, your hands clammy and your panties soaked. A yelp errupted from your chest as he grabbed your stocking, ripped them and exposing your panties.

“y/n, you’re fucking soaking” he said, not surprised at this point. The both of you were busy, fumbling around with your clothes. Minho’s belt buckle making a clinking sound before the outline of his substantial dick was seen through his boxers. Your eyes darted around the room, not wanting to appear rude for staring at the eye catching sight.

“Stop acting innocent now, y/n” he laughed haphazardly to which you blushed. Were all your feelings plastered on your face or was he just really good at this job, reading social cues like a book?

He was standing on his knees between your legs as he popped his dick over his black boxers. You gulped upon seeing his size, being stunned everytime it appeared infront of you even though this wasn’t the first time. He alined himself with your heated core after he’d pushed the fabric covering your cunt aside, allowing him to enter. His immense length bottomed out as he slid into your wet cunt with ease. Without noticing you bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste stinging your tastebuds. Minho hissed as you clenched around him, desperate for him to destroy you and see you at your most vulnerable state.

“Needy, huh?” he scoffs as he sets a rhythmic pace, his hips bucking into yours. You arched your back as he added a finger to your clit, the bundle of nerves being stimulated once more by his delicate hands. Moans trickle down your tongue as his pace got quicker, Minho chasing his release with eagerness.

“M-minho please..a-agh” you stuttered as your hands were pinned above your head, the chain of the bracelet bore into your thin-necked wrist as both they were both pinned underneath Minho’s one hand, the other one still playing with your clit. The office was quiet, only the sound of your lustful moans mixed with Minho’s breathy groans could be heard. The squelching of your cunt spreading a red tint over your cheeks from embarrassment as you looked deep into Minho’s stoic eyes. His bitter gaze sent shivers down your spine as the pain from the bracelet contrasted the pleasure in your core.

Before you knew it the knot began tightening. Minho’s pace now faster than ever, making you more of a disheveled mess with each second that ticked by on the big clock above the office door. You looked to your side, out through the big glass panes that were making up half of the offices walls. The tiny specks of light blurring your vision as you felt yourself releasing onto his member.

“O-oh.. fuck y/n” he grunted, his head twisting back briefly before looking at the mess that was your face. Your eyes rolled into your skull as his last thrusts were making your whole body move on the floor. Hair covered your eyes and your lips glistened from saliva. The knot was untied and you melted underneath him into a puddle of arousal. His warm load decorated your raw cunt as Minho pieced together an incoherent sentence of sweet nothings.

Eventually he pulled out as you were trying to make sense of your surroundings, being completly immersed in your tidal-like orgasm moments earlier. Before you could even ground yourself he stood up and fixed his business attire. He streached arm against your messy self, your chest heaving.

“Gonna lay there forever?”

He smiled savagely at you while asking his question, the veins in his arms popping out. You took his tepid hand in yours and stood up, groaning when remembering that your tights were ripped.

“Did you really have to rip them?” you asked annoyingly while adjusting your skirt and finding your heels. He just looked at you observingly, his mind somewhere else. His grip around your hand was firm and he pulled you into a final kiss, pressing you against his body. The kiss quickly got heated again and as you bit his bottom lip teasingly you noticed a familiar emblem on the inside of his lip. You pulled his lip further out with your teeth and froze upon seeing the SKZ mob logo inked on the delicate flesh.

“M-minho...you don’t... you’re n-not”

In fright you slowly backed away, none of your words were made sense as Minho devilishly grinned towards you. He yanked you by your small hand and grabbed your wrist hard enough to form marks, the wrist he had in hand was the one with the purple heart bracelet. He licked his plump lips before speaking.

“We could use a innocent girl like you to you know... fullfill our needs”. His predatory gaze made goosebumps errupt on your soft skin.

“Deal, babygirl?”

The SKZ mob crime scenes was always marked with their spray painted emblem but after this the logo ended with a small purple heart, a sign of your assistance.

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