life-is-a-ha-ha

[life-is-a-ha-ha]

turn two years into forever.

rating: explicit

member: jay

notes: fem!reader, marriage of convenience/arranged marriage, acquaintances to lovers, slight hurt/comfort, cunnilingus, praise, slight breeding, unprotected sex, jay is very sweet in this

a/n: i'm finally back! this is perfect timing with jay's recent birthday. jay deserves all the love so please enjoy <3

"smile, sweetheart. it's your wedding day."

you lift your eyes towards the mirror, meeting your mother's intense gaze. you take a deep breath, lips spreading in a brief smile. or something as close to a smile as you can muster.

"there are worse situations to find yourself in," your mom continues gently, dusting off invisible particles from your shoulders. your eyes scan over your reflection in the mirror.

you've never looked, never felt more beautiful. you're shining in a white dress that hugs your body in all the right places. your skin is the best it's ever been, and your hair makes you look absolutely magical.

you should be elated, excited. but an uneasiness settles in you.

"i guess," you reluctantly agree, standing up. your veil billows around you and a weird flutter goes through your chest.

"i really couldn't do any better than jay even if i tried."

your mom smiles, holding you in place as she takes one last look at you in the mirror.

"exactly," your mom says. "all the others would consider themselves lucky if he even looked their way."

"and you...," your mom continues, turning you towards her. she pats your cheek affectionately.

"you get to marry him."

---

your heart is pounding and there's a ringing in your ears that doesn't seem to go away. you try to concentrate on what the officiant is saying, but you feel as if you might throw up any time soon.

your perfectly manicured fingernails rake over the material of your skirt, an action you repeat over and over. this is the worst time for you to fidget, but you can't help it. sitting in front of the altar, next to a man you barely know, in your mind, this is the perfect time.

you flinch when you feel a warmth press over your hand, stopping it in its motions. fingers curl around your own, a thumb running over your skin soothingly.

jay manages a small smile as you look at him curiously. his hand slips under your trembling one, threading his fingers through the spaces in between yours.

he nods, as if to say, 'it's okay'. you don't know why but you feel like bursting into tears then and there. it wouldn't be too weird. you could say you were overcome with emotion. it is your wedding, after all. but you ultimately take a deep breath, squeezing jay's hand, as if to anchor you back to reality.

---

it's nice. the kiss is nice. jay seems to be a romantic because a hand on the cheek while the other is on your hip is such a classic romantic move.

he pulls away, beaming at the crowd that applauds your union. jay briefly turns back to you, nodding again. he seems to be encouraging you to do something. it takes a second for you to realize that you're supposed to look happy. or, at least, pleased.

you smile at your wedding guests, catching the eyes of a few of your family members and friends. your eyes drift over to the other side and you see jay's parents looking at you intently. your hands feel clammy all of a sudden.

"we should bow," you whisper, grabbing jay's hand in a panic.

"yeah, of course—," jay begins. but before he can even finish his sentence, you've angled your upper body in a ninety-degree bow in the direction of his parents.

you don't see it but jay is startled and awkwardly shuffles before doing a full bow toward your own mother and father.

the two of you straighten up and jay looks at you, expression unreadable.

"are you okay?" jay asks, laying a hand on the small of your back.

you swallow thickly. "yes. i'm feeling great."

jay stares at you for a few more seconds but doesn't say anything else.

---

the reception is even more of a blur than the vows. heck, you don't even remember your vows. you remember reading off the paper and having an out-of-body experience. it just didn't seem real.

the music is loud, maybe a little too loud for your liking. but it seems to distract everyone because no one's noticed (or so you hope) that you've slipped out of the banquet hall, skirt dragging against the trimmed grass as you take a stroll outside.

you stand beneath the moonlight, eyeing the water beneath you. the reception venue is nestled on a hill next to a vast lake, and standing here on the adjacent balcony, you take the time to appreciate just how scenic everything is.

to be honest, you haven't had much time to appreciate anything today.

"hey," comes a voice.

you turn and there stands your groom, your husband, jay.

maybe you'll take this time to appreciate him, too.

"mind if i join you?" jay asks, motioning to the space next to you. you shake your head, watching as he slowly approaches you.

"they probably think we're...," you trail off, realizing before you've even finished your sentence that whatever comes out of your mouth will be incredibly awkward for both of you.

jay chuckles.

"couples planning a wedding are often advised to sneak in a little time for just the two of them," jay points out. you notice he's holding a glass of champagne.

"would've been us," you agree, gently taking the glass from jay.

"but we didn't plan this wedding," you say.

"well," you quickly add. "not most of it, anyway."

jay nods in agreement, watching you sip on the champagne. you hand the glass back to jay after.

"right," jay says, downing the rest of the liquor. you feel a small pinch in your heart as jay gets a faraway look in his eyes.

you never stopped to consider how this might be affecting him.

"we'll get divorced soon enough," you try nonchalantly, leaning over the balcony railing. "just need to close that deal with those investors, then we'll be on our merry, single ways."

jay doesn't say anything. you turn to him, waiting for him to respond. he looks deep in thought, his eyebrows pinched together.

"we just got married and you're already thinking of divorce?" jay asks in a quiet voice, finally meeting your eyes.

you're taken slightly aback.

"i mean, isn't that what all this is for?" you point out, looking at jay expectantly. "our parents wanted this."

"so, you didn't want this?" jay interrogates.

"well—that's not—," you start. "did you want this?"

"of course, marriage has always been in the books for me," jay replies, looking at you incredulously.

"but surely not with me?" you protest.

"i didn't have you in mind if that's what you're asking," jay informs with a shake of his head. "not until our parents brought this whole thing up."

"when i agreed to this, i was made to assume that you did, too," jay adds.

"i did, but we can't stay in a marriage that wasn't ours to decide," you continue to argue. your voice has grown in volume, whiny and petulant.

jay breathes in deeply.

"you make it sound as if we were forced."

you pause, silent, with no argument coming to mind.

"i really thought we could have at least made this work, ______," jay says, a hint of sadness in his voice.

jay gives a final sigh before turning to leave.

---

the reception does little to alleviate the tension between you and jay. you force a smile as everyone enjoys the party, both sets of parents looking content as they sipped on their champagne.

the gap between where you and jay sat, if noticeable, raised no questions. some of your friends approached to offer their congratulations and ushered you onto the dance floor. you figured you might as well have a little fun at your wedding party.

"you'll be fine, right?" your best friend asks as she sways with you to the music.

"what do you mean?" you ask, perplexed. she smiles at you sympathetically.

"i don't need to call the cops for any marital disputes, i hope?"

you're speechless for a moment, realizing what your best friend is implying.

"no," you immediately answer, shaking your head. "jay and i don't see eye to eye yet, but he would never."

you glance back at your husband, wine glass in hand as he watches you dance. you quickly turn away.

"jay is many things, but he's not a violent man."

"he's rather...sweet," you add.

---

the walk to your hotel room later that night was even more unbearable.

jay walks alongside you, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes cast forward. his expression is stony and his lips are pressed into a thin line. you can't help but feel a little bad for what you said about getting a divorce.

"are all your things in the room?" you ask quietly, holding your purse tightly against your body as if to shield yourself from jay's icy stare.

you've changed out of your wedding dress, exchanging it for a simple white sundress just as the reception was ending. your friends graciously volunteered to take the original garment, five layers of petticoat and all, to your room to save you the trouble.

"yeah," jay answers, still refusing to make eye contact. "i brought them in before i got ready earlier."

you nod, head hanging low. so much for small talk.

the hotel lobby is quiet at this hour, with most of your guests having already retreated to their own rooms. you and jay enter the elevator, and it suddenly feels a little too stuffy.

"shit," you mutter, suddenly remembering. "my keycard's with my friend. i gave it to her when they brought my dress up."

"i have mine," jay replies curtly. "although..."

you turn to jay, a questioning look on your face. "what?"

jay takes a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes.

"are you sure you wanna sleep in the same room tonight?"

you pause, realizing that you're meant to sleep in one room, in one bed with jay.

you clear your throat, nodding hurriedly.

"yeah, it's fine. i hope it's okay with you?" you ask, voice meek as you toy with the strap of your purse.

"i can take the couch," jay concludes just as the elevator doors open. you start to protest but jay strides out through the doors, leaving you behind.

guilt tugs at your heart. hard.

you follow jay silently through the hallway, stopping right behind him as he unlocks the door to your room. it swings open and jay steps to the side to let you in first.

'ever the gentleman, even when he's upset,' you think to yourself as you step inside.

true enough, your wedding dress hangs by the large closet at the corner of the room, your bags stacked neatly nearby. another set of luggage lays beside yours and you're quick to assume that those are jay's.

"you can use the bathroom first," jay says flatly, shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it on the back of an armchair by the dresser.

"jay," you begin, taking cautious steps towards him. "can we talk?"

jay turns to you, expression unreadable. he sees the slight frown that settles on your face and his eyes soften a little.

"okay. what's up?," jay asks, cocking his head to the side curiously.

"i'm...i'm really sorry for what i said earlier," you say as your fingers curl and uncurl into themselves, another nervous habit of yours.

"it's just, all of this was brought down on me so quickly and i didn't feel like i could refuse because, you know...," you cut yourself off, meeting jay's eyes. he has the smallest of smiles on his face and the tension eases up in your shoulders.

"...parents," you finish off, shrugging, as if to imply that jay should understand what you're saying.

thankfully, jay nods. "i get it. i had hoped to have a little more freedom until, say, my early thirties but here we are."

you sigh with relief, glad to know that jay isn't still mad at you, if he had been at all.

"i'm sorry if i upset you," you add, reaching over to clutch at his hand apologetically. he shakes his head, threading your fingers together.

"i wasn't upset. just...a little confused," jay replies.

"i thought the point of arranging this marriage was to, you know, make sure we're on the same page?" jay continues, leaning down slightly so he's eye level with you.

you feel your stomach twist as you take in jay's scent.

fresh. clean. expensive.

"we were, we are," you explain, taking jay's other hand. "it's just, marriage is such a long-term thing and i have a hard time looking past what i want to eat for my next meal."

jay chuckles, reaching up to tuck your hair behind one of your ears.

"then let's not look past what you want to eat for your next meal," jay suggests, looking at you expectantly.

"it's like those choose your own adventure books, right? it's exciting," jay offers, and you can't help but smile at his nostalgic reference.

"what kind of long-term plans are you worried about anyway?" jay questions, reaching behind your head.

"may i?" jay pauses briefly to ask, lightly taking ahold of a pin sticking out of your hair. you nod.

jay begins to undo your hair, letting the strands fall gradually. your scalp and the rest of your body tingle as you feel the warmth of jay's fingertips.

"i don't know...whatever we need to be planning for our future or whatever," you finally answer, inhaling more of jay's (concerningly) addicting perfume.

"there really isn't anything to plan," jay points out, letting the last of your hair fall. he runs his fingers through the tangles, smoothing out the curls at the end.

"look," jay says, eyeing you almost admonishingly. you pout like a child and jay can't help but grin.

"you know money isn't a problem with both of us, right? i'm sure you're well aware of the privilege you were born into," jay continues, setting the pins down on the dresser.

"of course," you say a little too defensively. "where is this going?"

"i'm just saying, we don't have to 'build a life' or whatever, just because we're married," jay says with a slight roll of his eye. "we can just continue being who we are. continue our hobbies, go do whatever it is we do with friends. the only difference is we're married."

"oh, yes, what a small thing to overlook," you respond sarcastically.

jay just smiles at you as if the whole thing is oh-so-amusing. you won't lie and say that it isn't.

"yeah, okay, maybe i am a little too over in my head about this," you finally agree, walking over to the bed and plopping down.

"so, what does my wife want for her next meal?" jay asks with a quirk of his brow as he watches you through the dresser mirror. he undoes the first three buttons of his shirt.

you give him a look, and jay laughs, turning back to you.

"what do you wanna do next?" jay asks simply, eyeing you from across the room. your eyes trail down from his face, to his neck, and down to the exposed skin of his chest. jay's shirt is now wrinkled from a whole day's worth of affairs.

"sleep," you reply, and as if on cue, you feel a yawn creep out of you. you blink away the bleariness in your eyes, laughing as jay looks at you amusedly.

"shower first, but sleep next, definitely," you add.

"that, we can agree on," jay says, watching you as you make your way to the bathroom.

you stop at the door, looking back at jay for a moment. a long stretch of silence follows, both of you just staring at each other. your heart thumps in your chest as an idea pops into your head.

"do you want to join me?" you ask, voice quiet. jay's eyebrows nearly shoot clean off his forehead. the image makes you giggle.

"only if you want to, of course."

jay contemplates for a moment before nodding. "i'll turn away, just to be safe."

you frown a little at this. "what if i don't want you to turn away?"

jay only smiles.

---

the water is warm, soothing your sore limbs as it cascades down your body.

jay is standing right in front of you, both of you stripped bare, his hands resting on the curve of your waist leading to your hips.

for some reason, both of you silently agreed that this was the appropriate first step in building intimacy together as husband and wife. you barely spoke two words to each other as both of you undressed, with jay guiding you into the shower stall, warmth radiating from all over his body.

jay fully wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close. you let out a breath as you settle against his larger frame, feeling comforted by just how much of you he can engulf in his embrace.

the nakedness is just mere happenstance at this point. it's not what you and jay are focused on. you're naked only because you're in the shower and it would be a pain to have soaking wet clothes strewn about if you entered fully clothed. it's the practical choice in this situation. you and jay being naked is not the point here.

perhaps, the real point of it all is that this is the first time the two of you are truly alone together. vulnerable, exposed, devoid of whatever walls you put up during the day. for some reason, this makes you emotional.

"are you crying?" jay mumbles against your temple, planting a soft kiss to your wet skin. the question causes your lip to tremble, your nose congested as you let the tears fall amongst the water raining down on you.

"yes. but i'm okay," you assure jay, burying yourself further into his chest. "just feeling a little weird."

jay lets you cry for a bit more, reaching over to turn the water off after a few minutes. you pull away, smiling tiredly up at jay.

"let's get you to bed," jay concludes, kissing you once more on the forehead.

---

the two of you lay bundled under the covers, the lights dimmed, and a sizeable amount of space between you and jay.

you felt the embarrassment creep up inside you as you stepped out of the shower, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself underground for showing yourself in such a fragile state to someone who you barely knew. yeah, you were married now, but still. not the point.

jay had been gracious at least to not have said anything as you rushed around the room, dressing yourself and busying yourself with skincare. jay had barely pulled his shirt on when you dove right under the covers, wrapping it tightly around you, as if to hide from him.

jay had slipped into bed beside you quietly, laying there for a few seconds before pulling his phone out to tinker with it.

you watch jay as he scrolls through his instagram, a plethora of congratulatory messages and photos from the wedding in his inbox. you don't mean to read any of it, but it's at this moment that the reality of the marriage sinks in even deeper.

jay abruptly turns to you and you give a start, quickly looking away. jay laughs, putting his phone down and scooting impossibly close to you.

"hey," you say in mock annoyance. "boundaries, hello?"

"we're married," jay reasons playfully, laying his head on your chest. his damp hair feels cool through your pajama top. you smile down at him, fingers carding through his strands.

"yeah," you say to no one in particular, eyes moving out of focus as you turn the sentence in your head over and over.

"we're married."

"stop," jay says sternly, propping himself up so he can look you in the eye.

"you're thinking about it too much again," jay observes, giving you a pointed look. you feel your eyes prickle with tears.

"oh, my wife's a crybaby," jay coos, sprawling himself over you, nuzzling his face in your stomach as his hair tickles your neck and chin. you can't stop the laugh that escapes you.

"seriously though," jay begins, looking at you once more. "the only thing i want to sign myself to in this marriage is your happiness. whatever you want, whatever you need, you tell me. and i will make it happen."

you nod, a little taken aback by the sincerity in jay's voice.

"okay?" jay asks, an eyebrow raised.

"okay," you answer back.

jay stays there, staring at you, and you're quite unsure what exactly is supposed to happen.

"i'm going to kiss you now because it's honestly anticlimactic if we don't," jay informs you casually as if he was merely asking permission to leave the room.

you're rendered speechless, blood rushing loudly in your ears. in the midst of your confusion and shock, you manage to nod again, eyes closing as jay presses his lips to yours.

jay pulls back after a second, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. you're dazed, but elated. if anything, the kiss was comforting, like it was meant to happen sooner or later on this very night.

a roar of desire suddenly erupts within you as you notice how jay is slotted between your legs, his strong arms bracing himself on either side of you. your pulse quickens as you fight this urge, tamping it down for fear that jay might reject you.

"what's on your mind?" jay asks, as if he can sense something bothering you.

"i—," you stutter, trying to find the right words.

"i think i want to try...you know...," you continue, trailing off. jay tilts his head to the side, eyebrows pinched together.

"try what?" jay asks, genuine concern etched on his face. it slaps you right in your own face just how lucky you are to be married to this man.

"making love with you, or having sex, at least," you stumble over your words in a hurry. "in case you're not in love with me yet."

jay bites his lip, smirking. you feel him harden against your thigh and your breath hitches when you feel him discreetly rub himself against you.

"you're adorable, did you know that?" jay asks, leaning down to kiss you again. he presses down harder on your lips and you part them almost immediately, sighing as jay licks into the heat of your mouth.

"are you sure?" jay asks pulling away. you nod vigorously, pulling him back to you.

"might be good to relieve our stress from today," you mumble playfully against jay's lips.

jay groans at this, bucking his hips up against your clothed core. "fuck, don't say things like that," jay complains. you can see his ears turn red.

jay doesn't even bother with the buttons of your pajama top. he pulls it over your head in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor. you drag your nails over his torso, silently begging for him to take his shirt off as well. jay complies, baring himself once more to you.

"i really do regret not being able to tell you enough how beautiful of a bride you are," jay says lowly before latching onto one of your nipples. you moan, arching into jay.

"please, jay," you whine, not entirely sure what it is you're asking of him.

"so beautiful," jay continues, trailing kisses down your torso. he stops just above the waistband of your pajama shorts, wasting no time in pulling them and your underwear down.

you kick them off legs, spreading them open as you watch jay level himself with your pussy.

jay pulls your lips apart, pressing his tongue flat against your hole, stiffening it as he travels up to your clit. you mewl, your hand threading through his hair. you clutch at the strands experimentally, hearing jay groan against your core as you do so. you tug harder and jay envelops your clit in his lips, sucking hard.

"fuck, jay, just like that," you moan, grinding up into jay's mouth. he switches between assaulting your sensitive nub with his tongue and harshly suckling on it.

you peer down and catch jay looking at you through his lashes, most of his face hidden as he continues to devour you. the sight has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your arousal practically pouring out of you at this point.

"keep going." your voice is breathless as you urge jay to continue. "if you keep doing that, i'm gonna cum."

jay laps at your pussy with a newfound vigor and it takes everything in you not to scream. you've never felt pleasure like this and it all but doubles when jay slips two fingers in you.

"oh god, oh god, jay!"

it's embarrassing how easily you come undone, breath catching in your throat as you finish right in jay's mouth. he doesn't let up even after your orgasm wears away, your limbs twitching at the oversensitivity.

"holy shit," you curse as jay finally crawls back over you, grinning brightly as if he didn't just suck a life-altering orgasm out of you.

"you're incredibly loud," jay notes, brushing hair out of your face.

"and you're incredibly...good," you finish plainly, pouting as jay laughs.

"my turn?" you ask, sitting up and reaching over to the tent in jay's shorts.

jay shakes his head, catching your wrist in his hand. "next time. i kinda just want to fuck you right now."

you gape at jay, his previous statement the most vulgar you've heard him talk in the mere weeks you've known him.

jay seems to backpedal at your silence. "i mean, if that's okay with you."

you chew on your lower lip as you tug at his shorts. jay silently complies, letting you pull it off him before throwing it over his shoulder unceremoniously.

you noticed back in the shower that jay was a respectable size, but fully erect, he was definitely more than average.

spitting onto your hand, you slather the wetness all over jay, relishing in the way his mouth hangs open as you pump him to full hardness.

"just so you know, i'm on the pill," you say reassuringly as you lay back down against the pillows, jay leaning over you hurriedly, beads of precum dripping down his shaft.

"kids not part of the plan?" jay questions, teasing your clit lightly with the tip of his cock. you whine, hole clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

"we'll have that conversation later," you say in a hurry. "just need you to fuck me right now."

jay complies with a curt nod, pushing his head in and slipping the rest of his dick easily inside you. you both sigh as jay bottoms out, the stretch bringing a feeling you've never felt with any man before.

"you feel so good," you gasp out as jay drags against your walls. he thrusts into you, slowly, methodically, letting both of you get accustomed to each other.

"so tight," jay says through clenched teeth, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he pries them further apart.

jay starts to pick up the pace, and the feeling quickly overwhelms you. you simultaneously feel so full yet still so needy for jay. you let him fuck you harshly, both of you seemingly too lost in pleasure to care about anything else.

(you passively remember that jay was a dancer of sorts in his earlier years and you think that might be the reason why his hips seem to have a mind of their own.)

jay's name falls from your lips as a litany mixed with praise. 'jay, you're so good', 'jay, it feels amazing', 'i love your cock, jay'.

"god, baby, i won't last long if you keep talking like that," jay confesses, forehead creased as he tries to chase his release, hips moving impossibly fast, slamming over and over again against yours.

"want you to cum in me," you practically purr. looking at you now, hair splayed out perfectly against the pillows, eyes bleary and unfocused, mouth hanging open in silent pleasure, jay swears he could cum from this alone.

"need you to fill me up. please, jay. fill your wife up with your cum."

and that is what sends jay over the edge, hips snapping up roughly once, twice, thrice, before he buries himself as deep as he can go inside you, his cum spurting out and landing deep within.

jay pulls out a moment later, watching as you clench around nothing, his pearly white seed dribbling out of your hole.

"you're amazing," jay praises, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. you giggle into the kiss, holding jay's face in place.

the two of you stay there for what feels like hours, just kissing, pressing your bodies close as exhaustion takes over your bodies.

"ah, married life," jay says when you finally pull away, plopping down next to you. he has a sleepy grin on his face and his hair is tousled.

"we can do that whenever we want to," jay adds, cracking an eye open to see your reaction.

you roll your eyes, smacking him lightly in the arm.

"within reason," you chide, pointing a finger at jay.

jay hums, pulling you closer to him.

"the reason being i want to be inside my wife as often as she'll allow me."

[life-is-a-ha-ha]

please do a jay smut 🤌🏻🤌🏻

MY FAVORITE GIRL; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. sugardaddy!jay x fem!reader

wc. 1.6k+

warnings. daddy kink , breeding kink, oral kink (m. receiving), doggy style , unprotected sex, name calling (cum slut)

i hope you like it <3

you're jay's favorite girl ...

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my favorite girl❣| where are you?

daddy💓| im coming princess , i had to pick up a few things, just wait outside in the front.

you pouted , look at the text, you had been waiting for him for 20 minutes and you were starting to get impatient. "where is he?" you said to himself.

"oh y/n , you're still here?" you close your eyes , trying not to roll them at the voice. "hi mei." you turned , putting on your best fake smile. "how are you?" the girl in front of you smiled. "im good." she looked you up and down. "are you waiting for someone?" you nodded. "yes i am , im waiting for my boyfriend." you seen her her face , fall into a thin straight line for a quick second — before she turned back on that smile , just as fake as yours.

"ah , i was hearing a rumor that you finally got a boyfriend , i guess it is true." you wanted to smack the sly smirk off her face. "well , where is he?" you looked at the text. "well he's- i knew it." she scoffed. "look you don't have to lie about having a boyfriend to make people like you , it seems a bit childish." she was really starting to irritate you. "i'm not- princess." you heard a familiar voice , that made you smile. "there he is."

he got out of his car , making his way over to you. "i'm sorry baby." he kissed your temple. "i got caught up at work , and i wanted to stop and get you something to make up for me being late , it's in the car." he finally payed attention to the girl in front of you — who's mouth was practically wide open. "baby , is this one of your friends , hello im jay." your face scrunched up in disgust. "not re- of course, we're like best friends right y/n , im mei." she stuck her hand out , you scoffed.

jay took notice of your mood , getting the hint. "right." he ignored her hand. "well we have to go , i have more surprises for my princess tonight." you smiled , squeezing his hand. "let's go jay." you didn't even bother saying by to her , before you dragged him back to the car. "here princess , get in and get comfortable." he closed the car door , getting in the driver's seat. "look in the back love." you reach behind the seat , pulling out the chanel bag , you squealed. "it's the bag i wanted , thank you so much jay , you reached over kissing his cheek. "no problem baby."

you could only laugh watching mei's face scowl up , as you drove away in jay's car. "her face was priceless." jay's eyes were on the road , one hand on the wheel , one on your thigh. "jay did you see her face?" he nodded. "i did baby."

"oh my god jay , this bag is so pretty , isn't it?" you held the bag close to your persons. "it is baby — you seem to be forgetting something." you furrowed your eyesbrows in confusion. "but i said thank you." he squeezed your thigh. "you're so cute princess , but you've call me jay four times baby , you know that's not my name." your face heated up , you looked down at your feet. "uh baby , are you not gonna apologize?" you knew he wasn't asking , he was telling you to say you're sorry.

"m'sorry." he kissed his teeth , squeezing your thigh hard , you whimpered , panties dampening at the action. "you can do better than that." he said. "m'sorry daddy , i didn't mean to call you jay." he tapped on your knee. "that's okay princess , you'll make it up to me when we get home right." you nodded , knowing what he wanted.

the ride home was quick and silent , he helped you out of the car — taking the elevator up to his condo , his hands resting on your waist guiding you to the door , putting in the password to the door. "go to the bedroom baby , put on my favorite." he kissed your temple , his hand coming down to squeeze your ass.

you quickly made your way to the room , finding the baby pink lingerie set that he loved so much , stripping yourself of your clothes , putting on the pretty outfit , sitting on your knees on the bed , waiting for him to come.

he made his way into the room — his tie undone , sleeves rolled up , holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. "look at you , looking all pretty for me." he sat down in the chair , taking a sip from his cup , calling you over. "come get on your knees for me baby." you got off the bed , getting on your knees , crawling to him , just like he liked. "good girl." looked down at you , smirking as you sat on your knees in front of him , his cock bulging in his slacks , it made your mouth water.

"look how your eyes light up at the sight of my bulge , my little cock slut , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , making him laugh. "go ahead , it's yours princess." you smiled , reaching for his pants , unbuckling his pants , he lifted his waist up , letting you pull them down to his ankles , along with his boxers , his cock slapping against his tummy.

he hissed when you kiss his tip , the pre-cum sticking to your lips. "fu-fuck princess , put it in your mouth now." he growled , you complied , grabbing the base of his cock , slowly taking him into your mouth. "mmh fuck , your mouth feels so fucking good princess , just like suck my cock like a good girl." he groaned , taking another sip of his drink , titling his head back. you bobbed your head up and down , the tip of his cock , hitting the back of your throat. "sh-shit , you're little throat is squeezing my cock , keep going." he grabbed your head , pushing your head all the way down , you gagged and gurgled on his cock , the noises from your throat furthered his orgasm. "ngh fuck princess , m'gonna cum down your throat." he grunted , you hollowed your cheeks , taking him all the way down your throat.

"sh-shit , m'cumming , m'cumming." you felt his warm seed shooting down your throat. "good girl , take all my cum." he pulled out of your mouth , looking down at you , mascara ruined , lips red and swollen. "so pretty baby." he caressed your cheek. "thank you daddy." you smiled , your voice horse. "take that off and get on the bed , ass up how i like princess." you got up off your knees , taking the set off, getting on bed.

you arched your back waiting for him — jay admired your ass , stepping out of his pants , making his way over to you , spreading your ass cheeks , your glistening cunt on display. "such a pretty fucking pussy , baby." he pushed a finger inside your whole. "tight to." he thrusted his finger in and out of you. "d-daddy , i want more." you moaned. he shook his head , slapping your ass , you yelped. "have you forgotten your manners princess , has daddy spoiled you too much?" he growled.

"pl-please da-daddy , i want more , m'want your cock , please." you begged , desperate to cum. "you want my cock princess?" he replaced his fingers with his cock , rubbing it up and down your slit. "y-yes please." he pushed his tip into your aching pussy. "da-daddy fuck!" you moaned as he slowly slid his cock into you.

"princess, you're squeezing my dick." he grunted , his cock , hitting your cervix. "oh my — daddy fuck! " you screamed , as he pulled out, slamming back into you , over and over. "that's it , take my cock princess." he grunted , "don't be lazy baby , fuck yourself back on my cock." he smirked , watching you move your hips against him. "baby , i know you can do better , like this." he pushed down on your back , hitting that spot , that had you seeing stars.

"fu-fuck daddy , m'gonna cum." you whined , he keep roughly fucking into that spot. "are you now?" he pulled up , turning you on your back , pushing back into you. "did you ask princess?" he rubbed your clit. "fu-fuck , daddy please." tears ran down your face , you looked like a goddess to him. "pl-please , i need to cum." you clenched around his cock , he hissed. "sh-shit , go a head and cum , since you were a good girl , cum as much as you want." he toyed with your nipples , you shuddered , moaning cumming on his cock. "sh-shit , look at you creaming my cock -fuck- im gonna cum , where do you want it princess?"

"in-inside , i want inside." he almost came from that. "sh-shit , want me to breed your pussy , fill you with my cum?" you nodded , feeling yourself about to cum again. "fuck okay , i'll breed you princess , i'll give you anything you want , just cum for me again." your mouth dropped open , and you let a moan that was almost pornographic , as you came once again , your orgasm triggering his.

"fuck , fuck , fuck , im cumming." he hilted his movements , his cum filling up your cunt , some of it leaking out. "that's it princess , take my cum." he sighed, hovering above you , his diamond necklace dangling in your face. "my pretty girl , you did so well." he pulled out of you. "so so well." he praised you , getting up to run you a bath. "come on , let's get all cleaned up."

he sat in the bubble bath , your back pressed against his chest , leaving little kisses on your wet shoulder blade. "how we take a trip , i'll take off work?" he said , massaging your shoulders , you laughed. "i have school." you said. "you can take a few days off , or bring your work with you , princess i don't care , i just want to be with you , alone somewhere on a island." you thought about it , smiling. "fine , let's go." he kissed the top of your head. "you can pick the place baby."

"thank you so much." he hummed.

"anything for my favorite girl."

©️LUVYENI

[life-is-a-ha-ha]

the archer and his queen // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: archer!jay x queen!fem!reader

genre: royalty!au, strangers to lovers, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader, profanity, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), semi-public sex, body worship // wc: ~8.2k

summary: As reigning queen, your most important task is to produce an heir, but without a king, you must exercise your power to find a worthy man. That man happens to be your kingdom's best archer.

author's note: I know, I know, I should be continuing part 11 of carmesí, but I got stuck in the middle and I kept getting new ideas for new wips, so it's either I marinate myself in the writer's block or get this out of my system...

of course, I would choose the latter. it's JAY'S MONTH! and I want to produce as much content about him as I can since I can't produce an heir for him so for now, please indulge in this little one-shot.

based on my main masterlist, this would be the very first standalone fic for Jay that I wrote that is not set in the Camilo-verse (the one-shots that are titled based on Camilo's songs and are linked to each other). I hope you can enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

I wrote this one in three different sittings, and I have yet to proofread it a second time, so if you do find any mistakes, please let me know by messaging me privately!

that being said, I shall tag the people on my existing list, as well as the Jay stans that I think might like this: @end-hyphen @excusememissiloveyou @shinkenprincess-oh @nyanggk @yoursjaeyun @thots4hee @maggstar @bucketofhiros @dimplejaehyuncutie @mochimchimo @jongseonglogy

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Tonight was the night of the ball.

You found it odd, and slightly uncomfortable, that you had to throw a party on the anniversary of the king’s death. It was not that you had loved him, though. You never cared for your late husband, for the marriage between the two of you was arranged, and he disappeared before you could even grow to love him.

Lucky for you, the throne naturally fell to your hands. The king had no other descendants in line, and in fact, the very reason he married you was so he could produce an heir. It was all a very intricate and long-term plan—the two of you would wed, bed, and have a son or daughter who can then take your place once you both die of old age.

Too bad the king died young.

He was out for a hunt, your guards said, when he got fatally attacked by a grizzly bear. You were not even aware that bears existed in the woods that surrounded your land. The news came by as so much of a shock that you did not even know how to react, and your servants interpreted your silence as despair.

The rest of the people in the kingdom, from then on, treated you as their queen. Before that, you were merely the king’s wife, and now you were not sure if you should be thankful for the recognition, or if doing so would make you a horrible wife. Or widow.

You knew you weren’t going to live forever. The death of your king immediately taught you that life lesson. You began to feel the pressure of ruling the kingdom alone, and you wished you could share it with someone else. As you discussed the matter with your small council, they came up with the brilliant idea of finding you a new husband, someone who can give you an heir.

And that is exactly why you were now sitting on your chair, which was significantly larger than all the other dining chairs in the room, looking around and scanning the space for the perfect man. The people around you were enjoying the feast and the entertainment that was provided, and most of them were busy talking to each other, so that gave you enough freedom to bore your eyes into whichever lad was lucky that night.

Whenever your eyes made contact with a man, they would immediately bow slightly towards you before carrying on with their conversation. None of them were bold enough to approach you, or to merely greet you and thank you for the feast. Either they were all intimidated or they did not have any manners, you thought.

You reached for the bronze cup in front of you, and in a second a male servant arrived, refilling your cup with wine. You smiled to thank him and he bowed, stepping backwards and making way for the man who was walking towards you.

“Your Majesty.”

You looked up and almost drooled at the sight of the man in front of you. The first thing you noticed was the diagonal scar across his nose, which looked old, and you assumed it was a battle wound. You then noticed his attire, which resembled that of a warrior, and when your eyes scanned back up to his face you realized that his jawline was so chiseled, only the gods would be able to carve it that way.

“I do not mean to interrupt,” the man said, “but on behalf of the army, I would like to thank you for the feast. As you might have known, we do not get to dine like this much. We appreciate the kindness, Your Majesty.”

Your eyes stay locked with his for a split second before you replied with a single nod. The man took your sign and smiled, bowed, and went back to the table with his friends.

“Who was that?” You leaned to your right side.

Hwiyoung, the Queen’s Hand, leaned back into you to answer.

“Our kingdom’s best archer, Your Majesty.”

“Name?” You asked again.

Hwiyoung frowned for a bit before he turned to his side to consult his aide. After not hearing an answer, you turned your head ever so slowly towards him.

“Park Jongseong, Ma’am. I believe his peers just call him Jay.”

Your eyes then returned to Jay’s table. As you observed him, you saw how his eyes disappear when he smiles, how his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he chugs his drink, how prominent the veins were on his arms as he rolled his sleeves up—

“Should I put him on the list, Ma’am?”

Slightly annoyed that Hwiyoung broke your train of thoughts, you clicked your tongue before replying with a nod. However, when he took out his quill to write down Jay’s name, you stopped him.

“Just tell him to go to my chambers tonight once the feast is over,” you ordered.

Hwiyoung froze and set the quill back on the table. “Are you absolutely certain, Ma’am?”

“Do I look like I don’t know what I’m doing, Hwiyoung?”

You looked at him and playfully sneered, squinting your eyes. Hwiyoung chuckled and nodded before excusing himself away from the table.

---

You made sure not to drink too much at the feast, but even so, you found yourself slightly blushing and tipsy as you let your lady-in-waiting brush your hair. You had excused yourself early from the ball, and you let the people party for a couple more hours, giving you enough time to bathe and clean up as you wait for your special guest.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Your Majesty?”

You looked at Yeji through the mirror and squinted your eyes. She grinned and continued brushing your hair.

“I’m sorry. My lady,” Yeji said as she corrected herself.

You and Yeji go way back, for she was the only person from your old kingdom that followed you here. You were grateful to have her company at all times, even though the new faces you met here were also just as nice.

There was a knock on the door before you could give Yeji an answer. Yeji quickly put the brush down on your vanity.

“I did not have fun at the feast, but I think I’m about to now,” you said as your eyes followed Yeji while she reached for the door.

Yeji’s eyes went wide for a second before she composed herself and opened the door to your chambers. She was flustered when she saw Jay standing on the other side. You had given her a head’s up earlier, saying that you were expecting a guest, but what Yeji did not see coming was how damn attractive your guest was.

“I… was summoned by the queen?” Jay spoke, unsure of himself.

You bit your lip to stifle a chuckle. You then stood up, making your presence seen. In an instant, Jay fixed his posture and stood up straight.

“I’ll take it from here, Yeji,” you announced. “Oh, while you’re on your way out, tell the guards down the hallway that they are dismissed for the night.”

Perfectly aware of what’s coming, Yeji hid her smile as she nodded and bowed to you, letting her hair cover her face. She quickly shuffled outside, making Jay step aside and observe the whole scene with pure confusion.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” you called. “Come inside and close the door behind you.”

Jay quickly entered your chambers and shut the door, but then he just stood there by it while you made yourself comfortable on your divan. As you sat down, you looked at him and laughed softly to yourself.

“Are you going to make your queen shout just to talk to you? Get over here.”

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” said Jay once he arrived in front of you.

You sat with your legs up, slightly showing off your legs, and when Jay noticed it, he immediately looked away.

“Name,” you demanded.

“You can call me Jay, Your Majesty.”

“You’re an archer?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“The best in the kingdom?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I mean, no! I mean…”

You let out a hearty laugh as you watched his stoic face turn into panic.

“Your first answer is right, you know. Be proud if it’s true,” you said, calmly reaching for a glass of water.

The sleeve of your silk robe slid down your shoulder, and it revealed even more of you that Jay had to shift the weight in his legs and clear his throat. After taking a sip, you held your cup in your hand as you continued to ask him questions.

“Have you heard about the news?” You began.

“About what, Your Majesty?”

“Oh, come on,” you clicked your tongue. “You look like an intelligent man. Don’t tell me you came to the ball not knowing what it’s for.”

Jay paused for a split second. “Just wanted to confirm, Your Majesty.”

“Alright then,” you continued, crossing your legs. Your white nightgown rode up your thighs even more. “Here’s to confirm, I’m looking for a suitor, someone who can give me an heir, because that is what is expected of me and I am also getting lonely.”

There was silence before you looked up to Jay and you noticed that he wasn’t even looking at you.

“Are you listening?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he bowed slightly and turned his body slightly to face you. His head, however, was looking down to the floor.

“Is this the kind of treatment that I deserve? I invite you to my chambers and you wouldn’t glance at me, not even once.”

“Your Majesty,” Jay replied. “I apologize. I just thought it was impolite to stare. I mean, look. At you. When you’re dressed for bed.”

You tilted your head down and notice the white nightgown that Yeji picked out for you was basically see-through. Anyone could see your nipples even without squinting, and the silk robe that you wore over it barely covered anything but your arms.

“Fair,” you said as you stood up. You swore Jay moved an inch backwards. “But I invited you, so look at me when you speak.”

“I feel like I don’t deserve to look at you in this state, Your Majesty.”

Oh, what a polite young man, you thought.

You stepped closer and tilted his chin up. His eyes were still looking anywhere but at yours. Without a double take, you would think he was staring at your breasts.

“You have my permission.”

His eyes immediately found yours, and at that moment you could feel your heart skip a beat.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You asked, brushing off whatever was on his shoulder and smoothing out his collar.

“No, Your Majesty.”

You walked back to the divan and you could hear Jay exhale behind you, like he was holding his breath the whole time. Before sitting back down, you looked around and your gaze fixated on the standing mirror by your wardrobe.

“You know why you are here, don’t you?”

“I believe I do, Your Majesty.”

“Please,” you tutted. “I get tired hearing you address me that way after each sentence. Just drop it.”

Jay looked at you questionably. You merely nodded.

“Before I do anything else, I just want to make sure I have your consent,” you walked across the room and stood in front of the trifold mirror. You wrapped your robe around you and tied the ribbon around your waist.

“You have my consent.”

“Splendid,” you said under your breath. “Come over here. Stand beside me.”

The lighting was much better in front of the mirror, and in this close distance between you and your archer, you were able to see his facial features in detail. You carefully grabbed his chin with your fingers and tilted his head around, like you were looking for more marks. You noticed the birthmark on the left side of his neck that was shaped like a heart, and you smiled to yourself.

“How did you get that scar?” You asked, pointing to your own nose.

“From the nock of an arrow, while I was practicing.”

You noticed how he began to hold eye contact longer than before, and you couldn’t deny how it made you feel.

“Take off your top,” you ordered.

Jay froze for a second.

“Please?” You added.

Feeling horrible that his own queen had to beg, Jay quickly unbuckled his harness and took off the layers of his top one by one. He then stood with his bare chest in front of you, and you saw some old scars and some new ones all over his body.

“Are these all battle wounds?” You asked to confirm.

Jay nodded. “Some are from practice.”

There was a scar just under his left collarbone that looked fairly new. You ran your finger carefully on top of it, and Jay almost hissed.

“Does it still hurt?”

Jay shook his head and clenched his jaw. You then proceeded to run your hand down his biceps, which were covered in bruises, and as you traced the outline of his body with your fingers, you could sense that Jay was trying his best to keep it together.

“God, I would have thought you were abused or something judging by these marks,” you said softly, bringing your hand back to your side.

“I can assure you it’s nothing of the sort,” he replied.

“You seem tense,” you began, “would it ruin the mood if I ask you to undress all the way?”

Jay licked his lips. “Whatever my queen asks, I shall do.”

You watched as he carefully unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. He even stepped out of his pants and stood more in the middle, giving you an even better view of his glorious body. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, though, he shied away and averted his gaze.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” you tutted. You carefully placed your hand on the side of his face and made him look at you. “I’m liking what I see so far.”

Jay swallowed and you noticed how heavy his breathing had become. You then made it a mission to make him feel appreciated, and showering him with compliments would be the first thing to do. You began speaking as you take slow steps circling him, making him look at his own reflection in the mirror.

“I like your sharp jawline, it almost looks like it could cut with just one look.”

Jay tried to hide a smile in response to your first compliment.

“Your hair is luscious,” you continued, lightly touching the back of his head. “I wonder how soft it feels between my fingers.”

Jay kept his eyes on you as you proceeded to circle him.

“Your dark eyes, your pointy nose, your cheekbones,” you said in an adoring tone. “Your strong arms, and your toned abs.”

Your fingers traveled down Jay’s chest when you were in front of him, and you could feel the muscles on his stomach tighten. You smirked and continued to walk.

“Your tight buttocks, and your toned thighs.”

You circled back to the front, and you saw how he was looking at you with much anticipation.

“Were you waiting for me to compliment your huge cock?”

You kneeled in front of him and started caressing his thighs. Jay’s breath hitched, and you notice how he was already getting hard. You smiled proudly, knowing that you were the cause of it.

You wrapped one hand around his shaft, and you could see the muscle in his thighs flex. You stroked his dick up and down with both your hands, only three times, before you let go and exhaled softly.

“This will do.”

You pushed yourself to stand back up, and you were greeted with Jay’s lips on yours. The way he slammed his mouth onto yours almost made you lose your balance, but he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist. He kissed you with the type of passion that you had never felt before, and you could not help but moan into his mouth, letting him cage your body in his. You held on to his shoulders for support, but after a hot minute he pulled away, and you almost lost your dignity for chasing his lips.

“I…” Jay began, his voice hoarse. “I apologize, Your Majesty.”

His arm slid away from you and your robe came undone with his movement. He licked his lips as he saw you pull your robe all the way down, revealing your bare arms and your hard nipples protruding underneath your sheer nightgown.

“Why apologize when you’ve done nothing wrong?”

You tiptoed to give him a soft kiss, since this time he was already standing up straight again and not leaning down to you. His lips moved to greet yours, unsure but nevertheless reciprocating.

“I need you to sit on the bed, lean against the headboard,” you said once you pulled away. “Can you do that for me?”

Without another question, Jay made his way to your bed. He did exactly as you said, and as you watched him sit naked against the headboard, you took off your nightgown, sliding the straps until it fell down to the floor, next to Jay’s clothes. You picked up your silk robe and put it on again, though, before walking towards Jay.

“I get cold easily,” you explained, brushing your hair out of the way.

“Let me offer you my service, Your Majesty. I think I have an idea how to keep you warm.”

You smiled at him and he returned it by smirking. You carefully straddled him as he brought his hands up to your waist, making sure you were stable and comfortable.

“I need you to make me feel good,” you whispered, grinding your hips against his.

Jay hissed as he felt your folds rubbing against his shaft. His grip on your waist tightened, and as you began moving faster, he brought one hand behind your neck and pulled you into his face.

He kissed you like he was savoring you, and his moans mixed with yours once you reached a hand down to align his cock with your entrance. You were already wet long before Jay undressed himself, so at this point your soaking cunt was able to suck him in completely. You sat on his lap, with him balls deep inside you, and you felt his breath hot against your cheek.

Jay adjusted his position as he thrust into you, and the way you moaned into his ear only drove him to do better. He guided you by putting his hands on your ass, making you bounce on his cock as he left feathering kisses down your neck. Your moans became louder as his thrusts became harder, and you were both grateful that you had dismissed the guards earlier, giving the two of you enough privacy to fuck through the night.

Your hands grabbed his biceps helplessly as he continued to make you bounce. Your breasts were jiggling right in front of his face, so he took the liberty to suck one of your nipples, earning a groan of approval from you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, pushing him closer towards your chest and demanding him to do more with his mouth as you tried your best to maintain the pace.

“Your Majesty,” Jay muttered under his breath after he realized he had sucked on your tit too hard.

You shook your head. “Keep going.”

Jay took your advice and sucked on your other tit, determined not to leave an inch of your body untouched. Your moans became whines, and sometimes when it gets too harsh you had to groan, but you constantly encouraged Jay to do more and to never stop.

He noticed the way your thrusts were slowing down, so he looked up at you and stopped moving. He handled you gently, placing one hand on your back and another under your thigh as he flipped you both, making you lie down on your back. When he thrust back into you, you let out a moan that was the loudest that night.

“Kiss me,” you panted. “Kiss me everywhere.”

Jay captured your lips in yet another heated kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat until you were sure you couldn’t breathe anymore. Your hands helplessly roamed around his back before they moved down, settling on his buttocks and pushing him closer to you. He let your lips go with a smack before he planted wet kisses along your cheek, to your ear, and down to your jawline—all the while keeping a steady pace as your hips both grinded against each other. The slick, wet sound of your cunt receiving him echoed through your chambers.

“Your Majesty,” Jay spoke, his lips grazing your neck.

He did not continue, but you could feel him slowing down.

“Do it,” you whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Inside you?” He asked. This time he pulled away to look you in the eyes. You nodded.

With a couple more strokes, Jay released his seed in you. You panted as you looked at him, and while you waited for him to get back from his high, you gently caressed his arms. He opened his eyes slowly only to find you looking at him through your lashes.

“You haven’t reached your high, Your Majesty.”

You were still catching your breath, so you did not reply when Jay pulled himself out of you. You watched as his hand traveled downwards, his fingers grazing your thigh before they reached your cunt. With a single move, he gathered his cum that was dripping out of you and fingered it back inside, making you arch your back and moan.

“Jay!” You breathed.

He began thrusting his two fingers inside of you, observing your face to see if he was doing it right since he knew words would fail you. Your breathing steadily became heavier, and once you felt him hit the spot you arched your back even more.

“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop,” you whispered between your breaths.

Jay managed to make you cum with his fingers soon after. You held your breath the whole time and only released it once his movement slowed down. He waited patiently for you to open your eyes.

“I hope I did make you feel good, Your Majesty,” he said. His eyes were hopeful.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to level your breathing. You caressed his cheek and he nuzzled into your touch before you nodded, giving him the affirmation. He pushed himself up and sat on your bed for a moment, admiring the way you looked—sprawled, sweaty, your hair a mess and your chest full of marks from him.

Jay thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Can I get you something to drink, Your Majesty? Something to replenish your energy.”

Your eyes followed his movements, watching him make his way to the table in front of your sofa that had a bowl of fruits and a pitcher filled with chilled water.

“Water is fine,” you answered, pushing yourself up with your arms.

You admired his backside, still naked and glistening from sweat. You rolled your eyes back and smiled to yourself as you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. Jay walked back to you and handed you your drink before kneeling down in front of you.

You placed the cup between your lips and observed as Jay carefully placed both his hands on your knees, spreading your legs open. As you took a sip, Jay was bold enough to sniff your cunt, kissing it as you drank. You began chugging down the whole cup as Jay continued to leave kisses along your inner thighs, and with your free hand you ran your fingers through his locks.

“You��re making me blush,” you said once you were done hydrating. You threw the cup on the bed, not caring since it was already empty.

Jay closed his eyes as you continued to stroke his hair. He rested his cheek on your thigh and you chuckled at the sight.

“Is the softness of my hair quite to your liking?” He asked, keeping his eyes closed.

You answered by grabbing a handful of his hair and he almost choked in surprise. He then laughed softly once he heard you chuckle.

“Lie down with me,” you ordered, taking him by the hand and making him stand up.

After the two of you got comfortable under the covers, with Jay’s arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder, you began asking him more questions about his profession. He entertained you and answered everything you wanted to know, stroking your arm and shoulders once in a while.

“May I ask you some questions too, Your Majesty?” Jay asked. His voice was a lot softer, like he was trying not to wake anyone up.

You looked up and tilted your chin. He got the signal and kissed you softly on the lips.

“Go ahead,” you said, resting your head back on his shoulder.

“I was wondering how there hasn’t been an heir, even though you and the king were together for over a year.”

You chuckled and brought your hand up to caress Jay’s neck. “I think we only fucked twice. Once to consummate the marriage, and another time during the anniversary of our kingdom.”

Jay’s hand stopped caressing you and rested on your shoulder. “Was there… a reason?”

“Either we didn’t love each other, or he secretly likes men. Or maybe both.”

“I’m sorry,” Jay said as soon as you gave your answer. You chuckled again and gave him a light slap on his chest. He winced slightly.

“About your queen not having enough sex? Or not having someone to love? Or being married to a queer king?”

You rendered Jay speechless, and you could even feel his body become tense. You snorted and moved to kiss his cheek aggressively.

“Enough of the questions. Put me to sleep and leave before I wake up,” you said softly as you stared deeply into his eyes.

Jay tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he nodded.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

---

“The queen? Our queen?!”

Jay frantically began shushing and looking around to see if Heeseung’s voice was heard by Sungyoon, the Master of War. The archers were gathered for practice, and Heeseung, Jay’s closest friend, was placed on the lane next to his.

“Keep it down, you idiot,” Jay said, placing a couple of new arrows beside him. “I regret telling you already.”

“Sorry,” Heeseung replied. This time he was the one looking around before he leaned in and started whispering.

“But how did that happen? No wonder you went missing after the ball. Did you stay until the morning? Are you Her Majesty’s personal slut now?”

Jay smacked the back of Heeseung’s head with the glove he was about to put on. Heeseung cackled, and it gained the Master of War’s attention.

“Lee Heeseung,” shouted Sungyoon. “If I don’t see you hit the bull’s eye at least five times, you’re practicing for one more hour alone.”

Jay stifled back a snort while he aimed. Heeseung sighed before shouting a ‘yes, Master’ towards the second floor. Both Heeseung and Jay shot their arrows at the same time, and while Jay’s hit the center, Heeseung missed by a slight margin.

“Seriously, though,” Heeseung continued to speak. “If you somehow get promoted or something, don’t forget me. And the other lads.”

“Yeah?” Jay chuckled, adjusting his arm guard. “What did you all ever do for me, though?”

“We’re your brothers and we always have your back,” said Jake, leaning in from beside Heeseung.

“And we tease you out of love,” Sunghoon joined as he stood on the lane beside Jake, leaning his body back to see Jay better.

“Quick question,” Heeseung chimed in again. “What does she smell like? Because from her looks I feel like she smells like a luxurious bath.”

Jake snorted and Sunghoon wheezed at Heeseung’s comment. Jay rolled his eyes before giving an answer.

“She smells like midnights and starry skies.”

Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon all looked at each other before shrugging, and then claiming that Jay was too smitten. Then the four of them continued their practice, along with at least half a dozen other archers. As the Master of War headed down to observe, Heeseung and Jake got distracted by the sudden commotion by the entrance, while Sunghoon quietly observed the number of people hovering. Unwilling to break his streak, Jay continued reloading his arrows and strengthening his grip on the bow.

The other men fell silent within seconds, and Jay was too preoccupied to even glance to his side to figure out the cause. With one swift move, Jay took his final shot, his arrow successfully piercing the previous one that was still stuck to the center. He hit yet another bull’s eye.

“No wonder they call you the best,” you spoke as soon as Jay let his guard down.

He glanced and found all his mates already looking down and bowing to the queen. He immediately did the same, but in doing so he moved his bow out of the way so fast, it almost knocked you in the face.

Heeseung pressed his lips together to not let out a laugh. Jake and Sunghoon’s eyes widen in fear.

“I… I apologize, Your Majesty,” Jay finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

You took a deep sigh before turning around and walking back towards the Master of War. The men relaxed as soon as you left the premises.

“We rarely get visits from the queen,” Sunghoon said while looking around, making sure no one else was listening.

“I did hear she sometimes joins the Day’s Watch, but I didn’t know she was going to come all the way here,” Jake agreed. He then blew some air upwards to clear his forehead from his bangs.

Heeseung clicked his tongue. “By any chance, did Her Majesty come here to see you, Jay?”

Jay, of course, was not listening. His mind was preoccupied with the thought of you, and his eyes were glued to your figure standing side by side with the Master of War, seemingly immersed in an important conversation.

“Lord, help us,” muttered Jake. “He’s in too deep, mate.”

Jay blinked a couple times before he realized Sungyoon was shouting his name. He quickly handed over his bow to Heeseung and made a run towards the Master of War, bumping his shoulder into Jake and Sunghoon along the way. The three of them merely chuckled and shook their heads.

“Yes, Master?” Jay said, panting from the rush.

“Her Majesty wants to you to follow her to the gardens. I truly hope you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jay frowned and pointed at himself before mouthing ‘me?’, and before he could open his mouth, Sungyoon was already giving him a stern look.

“I’ll see you at the next practice, Master,” said Jay as he slightly bowed and bolted out of the area.

---

You walked faster than your usual pace, and your feet were beginning to hurt. The two guards in front of you had to check on you several times, while the other two guards at the back had a hard time keeping up but at the same time tried not to step on your dress.

“Your Majesty!”

The two guards behind you paused and turned around, and before they could do anything further, you raised a hand to stop them. You turned to find Jay panting, and when he locked eyes with you he looked down to bow.

“Follow me,” you said, picking up your pace and heading towards the entrance of the hedge maze in the botanical garden you were passing through.

Jay hesitated for a moment, noticing how the guards were not letting him pass. After you told them to stay by the entrance, they eventually yielded and Jay passed them, quickly catching up to you.

He tailed you for a couple more steps until you reached a fork in the maze, and you confidently turned right. Jay almost tripped on the back of your skirt as he moved to follow you.

“Your Majesty,” Jay began, seeing the guards slowly disappear from his view. “Forgive me, but I don’t believe this is safe.”

“I know the way,” you answered. “I designed this maze.”

Your statement immediately silenced Jay, and he then decided it was best to follow you until you told him to stop. You both reached the center of the maze, with a massive water fountain and several benches surrounding it. You sighed in annoyance when you saw that some of the shrubs were not tended to yet.

“I haven’t seen you for weeks,” you said, facing the fountain.

Jay brought one hand to the back of his head and licked his lips. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I—”

“Who is she?” You asked before Jay could finish his sentence.

Jay frowned. “Who is… who?”

You turned and the back of your dress immediately ruffled, startling Jay.

“You have a lover, don’t you? Is that why you disappeared into thin air after our night together? Did you really think I was just using you? Or did you think of fucking me as an achievement? How dare—”

“Your Majesty.”

Jay spoke in a tone that you did not recognize before. The firm tone and deepness of his voice instantly made you freeze.

“Forgive me for interrupting, but may I approach you?” Jay asked, shifting the weight in his legs.

You looked at him warily and nodded. He took a deep breath before walking towards you, stopping only when he deemed your distance was close enough.

“I couldn’t possibly face you after that night, Your Majesty. I was in no position to ask for an audience with you. I had no valid reason either to stop by the palace. You gave me a night to remember, and at that moment I truly wished for the sun to never rise just so I wouldn’t have to leave.”

After all the speedwalking and the talking, you did not even realize how you were panting. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, but you were unsure if it was because of the walk, or because of Jay.

“Then what?” You asked him back after composing yourself. “You really thought it was just for one night? You didn’t answer my very first question. Do you have a lover?”

Jay chuckled and it made your stomach flip. He shook his head before carefully placing his hand by the side of your neck. His touch was warm against your skin, and as his face inched closer, you could feel the warmth of his breath too before his lips touched yours.

His kiss was deep and soft at the same time, and he held you firmly with his one hand on the back of your head and the other on your waist. You reached up to grab the sleeves of his shirt, and the deeper he kissed you, the harder you squeezed. He then began kissing your cheek, tender and open kisses that continued to your jaw and down to your neck.

It was difficult to not let your eyes roll back at the immense pleasure Jay was making you feel. You sighed as you felt his tongue on your collarbone, and his teeth grazing your soft skin. You were weak in the knees, and you would have lost your balance if you weren’t holding on to his arms. Jay quickly guided you to sit on the nearest bench.

Once you were seated, he kneeled in front of you, bringing both your hands to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. He did all of this while keeping his eyes on you, and you swore it rendered you speechless. He reached for the edge of your skirt and began bunching up the layers, revealing your legs.

“Any time you want me to stop, Your Majesty,” Jay began, placing your hand on the back of his head, “pull my hair.”

Maybe you were drunk in love, or maybe his touch was just so intoxicating that you did not even remember how it started, how it ended, or how it was in the middle. You remember holding your skirt up as Jay dived underneath your clothing, ripping your tights open. You remember gasping when you felt Jay’s tongue against your clothed cunt, and you did not know how, but he managed to undress you down there, and you closed your eyes to savor the moment.

You felt his lips sucking your clit, his hands stroking your thighs, and his tongue lapping up the juices that were dripping and staining the inside of your skirt. The sound he was making was muffled, but it drove you mad. You lied down on the bench, and Jay had to readjust his position, but he did so without detaching his lips from your core.

You began to feel the familiar knot in your stomach, and by mistake you pulled on Jay’s hair. This caused him to stop, and he looked up at you from under your skirt.

“Why did you stop?” You said in between short breaths.

“You pulled my hair, Your Majesty,” he replied innocently.

You groaned and pushed him back down, and you could feel the vibration when he chuckled against your bottom lips. Jay understood your gesture completely, and went back to eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

When you reached your high, your legs were shaking, and your hands were grasping for something to hold on to. Jay intertwined his fingers with yours, and he observed you as your pants slowly turned into soft breaths. He made sure to lick you clean and pull your skirt back down, covering you entirely.

Jay kept his eyes on yours as he helped you sit back up. You could see the wetness on his chin and how his lips were slightly swollen.

“I hope that gave you the answer you wanted, Your Majesty.”

You pulled his collar and kissed his lips, and you could tell he was surprised. You could also feel the way he smiled into the kiss, though, and you were grateful that he did follow you into the maze.

---

The crescent moon still shone brightly against the balcony of your room. You were sitting outdoors on top of the layers of rugs that your servants laid out for you, as well as the numerous pillows that they put to assure that you were most comfortable. Watching the moon had been a routine that you adopted ever since you had the room to yourself, and you had always found it soothing, both to your eyes and to your heart.

Between the countless meetings with the Small Council and tending to the matters of your people, you were not surprised that a fortnight had already passed since your last encounter with the archer you were very fond of. You had been receiving daily reports from the Queen’s Hand, and sometimes you even received short and sweet letters from Jay. Other times, the letters were lengthy and erotic, as he would describe in detail how he felt when he pleasured you in the gardens, and how he planned on pleasuring you the next time you meet again.

You missed the days when you were younger, where matters of the court where none of your concern, and you got to meet the boys you were infatuated with, albeit behind your parents’ back. You thought it was ironic that now you are queen, it was actually more difficult to see the people you wanted, as it seemed like time was quite literally a luxury to you.

You had asked your Hand to send a message to Jay, ordering him to visit you as soon as he had the time. You did not expect it to be this very second, as you caught a glimpse of light from a distance, approaching your palace at a steady speed. Jay arrived on his horse, still decked in his archery gear, and you assumed that he had just wrapped up his practice.

For a second, you couldn’t decide whether to wait patiently on your balcony until he arrived or to burst through your door and run down to meet him at the entrance. You ended up taking too much time to decide, and the sound of knocking on your door and Yeji’s muffled voice almost startled you.

You told her to come in, and she opened the door to make way for Jay, who thanked her before he stepped into your bedroom. With a knowing look, Yeji smiled and closed the door, giving you two the privacy that you had been expecting.

“Your Majesty,” Jay greeted you, slightly bowing.

You ran towards him, and, to your satisfaction, he caught you in his arms as you embraced him tightly. You closed your eyes as you took in his scent, the heat of his body mixed with the smell of the forest, and he tightened his arms around your waist while burying his nose in your neck.

When you pulled away, he was quick to capture your lips in a kiss. You cupped his face gently as his tongue danced with yours, and after a while you began to lose your breath and sighed into his mouth.

“I’ve longed for this,” you whispered. Your eyes were still closed, and you rested your forehead against his.

He pecked your lips softly before answering. “So have I,” he breathed, “My queen.”

You opened your eyes and found him looking at you, and for a split second, you thought the stars had moved and found a home in his eyes. You smiled as you took his hand and started to walk, guiding him to the balcony.

“Will you be sleeping underneath the moonlight tonight, Your Majesty?” Jay asked as soon as he noticed how the place was decorated.

“Not sleeping,” you answered as you sat down. “And not alone.”

You tugged Jay’s hand and he smiled before sitting down behind you. You leaned into his chest and once again, you felt the warmth of his embrace envelop you. You began asking him about his day, and he answered you enthusiastically, making you laugh with the way he retold the events that had happened earlier. He immediately asked you back, and you found his tone to be genuinely curious, so you explained the way your council works, earning several nods and eyebrow raises for him.

The conversation died down, and for a short moment, it was just you in his embrace, and the dim light of the moon shining down on the both of you. You thought that the scenery was too beautiful, and you were elated that Jay felt the same way.

Jay began peppering your face with soft kisses, and you received them happily, closing your eyes and smiling all the way. You brought your hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he directed the kisses down to your nape, making soft and wet sounds. His hands that were secured around your waist began roaming to other parts of your body, one being your breasts.

You felt him squeeze your tit and you whimpered, grabbing a fistful of his hair while you slightly arch your back. You felt his cock harden against your ass, and at the same time, his other hand reached down to palm your core over your skirt. You began squirming under his touch, releasing soft moans that almost sound pathetic, Jay had no idea the power he had over his own queen.

“My queen,” he whispered right into your ear, only after gently nibbling your earlobe. “Please let me make love to you.”

There was no better answer than to turn your head and kiss him passionately, swallowing his grunts that made their way between your lips. He locked his lips with yours as his fingers began searching for the back of your dress. You pulled your sleeves down, revealing your bare shoulders, and he kissed you there too, leaving a wet trail from your right shoulder to your left.

You turned around to face him, and by doing so you were now sitting on his lap, feeling his hard cock throb underneath his garments. His hands fumbled on your back, searching for a quick way to undo your corset. Once he found the drawstring, he pulled it and ripped your corset open before chucking it to the side.

“Careful,” you giggled before kissing him once again. “You might hurt yourself.”

Jay smirked and squeezed his hands on your waist. “Oh, I doubt that, Your Majesty.”

You must have lost track of time from the way you were enjoying yourself because, in the blink of an eye, both of you were naked. His hot breath against your skin contrasted the chilly night wind that occasionally blew through the balcony, and as you shivered both from his touch and from the cold, he pulled you even closer into his embrace. You were thankful for the gesture, so to make sure that he felt the utmost pleasure, you gently nudged his shoulder until he lay down on the rug with his head nestled against a pillow.

When you moved, the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, and you could feel him twitch under you.

“Fuck,” he muttered before realizing his mistake. “Your Majesty—”

You quickly shushed him by placing a finger on his lips. “There is no need to worry about language,” you said. You then leaned into him, pressing your breasts against his chest while grazing your lips over his. “Not when you’re alone with me.”

He thrust his hips and with one swift move, he entered you. You almost gasped into his mouth as he did so, and he began moving steadily before you pushed yourself up by pressing your hands against his chest. You grinded into him and matched his pace, and he held you tightly by the waist, watching you as you pleasured yourself with his cock.

The pace that you had set became gradually faster, and Jay was quick to recognize how it was slowly wearing you out. Your legs were shaking against his thighs, so he stroked your hips before he pushed himself up, embracing you while he slows down the pace. You moaned softly as he maneuvered you under him, staying inside of you and tenderly kissing your neck as if to reassure you that he was there to take care of you.

He held himself up with his palms, and when you opened your eyes you couldn’t help but caress his face. He kissed your palm before bringing his body down, pressing his chest against yours gently and brushing the strands of your hair away from your face.

“Slowly, Your Majesty,” Jay said calmly. “We don’t want the night to end so soon, do we?”

You licked your lips before you nodded, and he smiled at your response, giving your forehead the most tender kiss. As he continued to leave soft kisses along your cheek, you stroked his biceps and brought your legs up against his waist before hooking them around him.

“Continue,” you demanded. Jay laughed softly before gently biting your lip.

His shaft grazed against your pelvis before you felt him prodding your entrance. He looked at you and you nodded, and when you felt him enter you again, you grasped his shoulders tightly. This time, he showed his love to you in long, slow strokes, and you could almost feel tears building up in your eyes from the sheer tenderness and intense pleasure. He placed his hand under your thigh and held you in place as he took you to your orgasm, and he did not let go until you came back from your high.

“Jay,” you called out, breathless. “Give me an heir.”

Jay brushed his thumb along your cheek before cupping your face.

“I want you as my company. Live with me. Love me. Rule this kingdom with me.”

You stared into his eyes after your proposal. Jay thought it was best to give you a kiss as his answer.

“It will be my pleasure, Your Majesty.”

As he buried his face in your neck, you held onto him tightly, your fingernails digging into his back as he resumed his thrusts. You moaned into his ear and chanted his name, and you only stopped once you felt the warmth of his seed coating you inside. He sucked the soft skin above your collarbone throughout the whole process, and by the time he released it, he could see the bruise beginning to form.

“I…” Jay began, panting. “Your Majesty…”

“Don’t apologize,” you whispered, brushing his hair back and caressing his face lovingly. “I want people to know.”

Jay collapsed to your side as soon as you finished kissing his lips. You turned sideways to face him, and he brought his leg up so you could grind your wet cunt against his thigh. He placed his hand on your waist, circling his thumb over your skin.

“So if I marry you,” he whispered, his voice almost croaking, “would that make me king?”

You shook your head. “You will be prince.”

His eyes were locked into yours as he smiled. Then you reached for his hand and placed it over your belly.

“Our son will be king.”

-END-

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hii ur smut work is amazing idk if ur taking requests rn but if u have time could u please write something w alex and thigh riding and like super dom alex w maybe some degrading like how u couldn’t even wait for him to finish work? it’s totally cool if not and sorry if i did this wrong idk how to send a request <3

Pairings: Alex Turner x Reader

Summary: You get super sexually frustrated and decide to beg for Alex’s attention while he’s working

Warnings: 18+ content includes thigh riding, daddy kink, choking, teasing, fingering, edging, strong language, pet names, degrading and basically pure smut.

Authors note: Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the late very response! I hope you like this <3

You flick through every channel possible on the tv, hoping for something to cure your boredom. The only person you ever spend time with is your beloved Alex, but he’s been extremely busy lately, leaving you with absolutely nothing to do for days on end.

You finally decide to give in, sighing as you gain no luck finding something good to watch. You set the tv remote aside, standing from your comfy spot on the couch to walk upstairs.

You open the door as quietly as possible to avoid him hearing you, tiptoeing your way over to him. His back is facing you, so he is completely unaware of your presence. As you finally approach him, you quickly grab his shoulders to surprise him.

“Jesus.. fucking christ” Alex lets out the biggest sigh after jumping out of his skin. “Y/N, don’t do that” he says, placing his hand on his chest as he sets his work equipment down on the desk in front of him.

“Why, did I scare you?” You proudly giggle, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck to hold onto him, dropping your head down to rest on his shoulder. “Yes, you idiot” he forcibly chuckles.

He spins around in his chair to face you, swooping you up by your legs and pulling you down onto his lap. “Wow!” You exclaim, gripping onto him so you don’t fall.

“Why did you do that, huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you, sliding one of his cold hands up your back which sent shivers through your body. “I thought it would be funny” you cheekily grin.

He tuts, shaking his head at you. “What do you want?” He asks, sensing you’re up here for a reason. “You. I miss you. It feels like I haven’t seen you at all” you pout, pulling a sad face so he’ll feel sorry. “

Baby, I’m only upstairs. I’m not far” he chuckles at your silliness, but finds it super adorable. “I know but... you’re doing all this stuff” you huff, picking up one of his work equipments to fiddle with it.

“You know I have to” he tilts his head at you, hoping you’ll understand it’s his job. “Yeah I know.. I just love you” you place the object down, immediately pulling him into the tightest and biggest hug ever.

He laughs at you, hugging you back as you almost suffocate him with how hard you’re squeezing him. “I love you too, Y/N” he softly whispers, placing a kiss on your cheek, then placing another one on your jaw.

You tilt your head to the opposite side, allowing him to place another kiss further down. Which he does. He smirks smugly before smothering more and more kisses down onto your neck, collarbone and upper chest.

You shut your eyes, quietly letting out a soft moan, causing him to look up at you from your chest. “Look at me” he demands. You quickly open your eyes and look down at him. The seductive look in his deep brown eyes is enough to make you drop your pants there and then.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, continuing to kiss his way back up your chest, collarbone and neck as you watch him. “Mhm” you hum, slowly nodding. “I can’t hear you” he resumes kissing you.

“Mhm” you repeat yourself. “Use your words, darling” he smirks, using his teeth as he kisses your neck, beginning to suck on your skin. “Yes” you breathily whisper, having to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning louder.

He knows what he’s doing. He knows you’ve missed his touch, you’re craving him. “You want me huh?” He carries on teasing you, slowly pulling his wet lips away from your neck, only to be pushed back by your hand.

“Don’t stop” you whine, sliding your fingers in his hair to keep his head by your neck. “Nuh uh. Ask me nicely” he shakes his head, grabbing your wrist to pull it away from his head. “Please what?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your manners. “Please keep kissing my neck” you quietly speak in an innocent tone. “Please keep kissing my neck what?” He raises his eyebrow again, waiting for you to finish his sentence properly.

“Daddy?” You frown your eyebrows, wondering if that’s what he wants. You see a smirk playing at his lips. Bingo. “Please keep kissing my neck, daddy” you smirk, playing at his game.

“Good girl” he softly says in a deep tone, reaching his head back to your neck to continue kissing and sucking on it. You let out a few winces as his teeth bite into your neck, leaving harsh marks and bruises. It’s Alex’s way of marking his territory. You’re his.

Your hands make their way down his chest, tugging at the bottom of his shirt with your fingers. As you try to pull it up, he completely pulls away and shakes his head, stopping you.

“No no, Y/N I can’t” he says, grabbing both your hands firmly with one of his. You give him a confused look. “But.. I’m horny” you whine again. “You’re just desperate” he teases you, a smirk playing at his lips again.

“Don’t you want me?” You ask, slowly grinding your hips against his lap hoping to change his mind. “Of course I want you, babe. But I need to finish this by tonight” he looks at his workspace, showing you what he needs to do.

“So? Do it later” you keep trying to convince him, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “I can’t do it later, I need to do it now, can’t you wait?” He chuckles at your neediness, enjoying the way you’re casually grinding on him.

“No. I’m wet for you, I can’t wait any longer” you pull your bottom lip over your top, making a frowny face. “Well.. do it yourself” he suggests, his eyes looking down at your hips.

“What?” You frown. “Well I’m not making you wet. I’m not doing anything. You’re making yourself wet” he looks back up into your eyes with a very confident smirk on his face.

You look down at your own hips, realizing that you are making yourself wet by grinding against him. “Oh” you softly whisper. “Grind on my thigh. That’ll feel better for you” he suggests, holding your hips to move you onto his thigh.

He helps you at first by holding your waist and pulling you back and forth, soon removing them so you can do it by yourself. You let out a soft moan while doing so. “That feel good?” He asks smugly, leaning back and relaxing in his seat as you get off on his thigh.

“Yeah” you softly moan, closing your eyes and hanging your mouth agape as you please yourself using your boyfriend’s leg. Alex can’t help but stare at you, your beautiful body on top of him. You’re perfect in his eyes.

“Of course it feels good, you’re acting like a total slut” his words slowly become more degrading as time goes by. “Am l a slut?” You giggle in question, soon followed by another soft but louder moan.

“Yeah you are. You’re my slut” one of his hands trails it’s way up to your throat, where his fingers loosely wrap around your small neck. “Yes I am” you confirm. “Prove it” he nods, feeling cocky now.

“Tell me you’re mine” he does nothing else but stare into your eyes as his fingers grip tighter against your throat. “I’m yours, Alex. I’ll always be yours” you tell him as you start to buck your hips a little faster.

You feel his veiny hand starting to choke you. You smirk as you find it harder to breathe, but you’re loving every second of it. “I want to feel you” you drag your words, Alex’s fingers loosening on your neck to allow you to speak.

“I’m right here” he reassures, tightly gripping onto the skin of your waist with his other hand. “No like... I want to feel you” you hint. He knew what you meant. “I already told you no. Are you gonna keep ignoring me?” He slightly raises his voice to tell you off, but you like it.

“Sorry.. I’m just desperate for you” you whine, getting more and more sexually frustrated. “Yeah you are. You’re a desperate whore” he tells you. “Beg for me” he commands. “Please” you effortlessly say. “Please what?” His eyebrows are raised. “Please daddy... please touch me” you beg. You don’t say anything else, you just shut your eyes and focus on reaching your climax.

“You gonna cum?” He asks, he can sense when you’re close. “Maybe...” you gulp, feeling him remove his hand from your neck to firmly grab your hips with both hands. “Don’t cum” he demands, digging his nails into your skin, causing you to softly moan.

“I need to...” you tilt your head back to please yourself, but he quickly stops you. “Don’t you dare” he warns, quickly forcing your hips still to stop you from grinding on him - which only makes you whine.

“Why? Alex please I need t...” You get ready to lash out at him, but he immediately shuts you up by making out with you. He tilts his head to one side, as you do the same on the other, your tongues meet and the kiss becomes heated.

Before you could start grinding on him again, you feel his hand slip into the waistband of your pants, finding it’s way to your hole. He touches it with one finger before pulling away from the kiss.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you are soaking” he raises an eyebrow, not believing the level of your horniness. You do nothing but giggle at his reaction. “Sit on me. Properly” orders you, tapping his crotch above his jeans.

As you do so, he slips two fingers into you without warning as you’re in the middle of sitting down. Your wetness allowing them to go in deep already. “Fuck” you moan loudly with a sigh of relief. A relief that he’s finally give in to your whining and begging.

“Yeah that’s it. Ride my fingers” he proudly watches your facial expressions changing. You don’t say anything for a few moments, you just moan and focus on reaching your climax again. “What are you?” Alex asks. “A whore” you reply. You love how he degrades you. It makes you feel nothing and everything at the same time.

“Yes you are” he nods. “Who’s whore are you?” He talking talking to you. “Yours.. Alex.." you exhale a breathy moan as you feel yourself getting tired out. “That’s right. My whore” he taunts, you feel him getting hard underneath you but he’s refusing to give you what you want.

“Why don’t you just... fuck me?” You manage to say in between heavy breaths and moans as you hold onto his shoulders for better balance as you ride his fingers. “Because I like to watch you suffer” he darkly smiles, his eyes and cheeks being lit up.

“You’re mean” you pout. You want nothing more than for him to be properly inside you. Not just his fingers. “And you love it” he teases, curling his two fingers in you to hear your moans gradually get louder and stronger. “Fuck.. Alex..” you moan out.

Alex doesn’t speak for a minute, but instead just stares at your beauty. The way you’re riding his fingers, moaning his name, gripping onto him, everything. “That’s it baby, say my name” he encourages, leaning his head into the crook of your neck to kiss you again.

You tilt your head aside allowing him to continue making out with your neck, he smirks seeing the marks and bruises he previously left on you - as well as the newer choke marks around your throat. A soft moan slips from your lips as you feel him forming another love bite on your neck, just below the ones he already gave you. “

“Alex I need to cum...” you drag out, slowing your words down as exhaustion takes over you. “Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll let you” he speaks, moving away from your neck to look into your eyes lustily.

“Please...” you cut yourself off due to the intense feeling of him adding a third finger inside you. “Please can I cum Al?” You practically beg, your voice cracking.

“Please can you cum, what?” He raises his voice slightly, demanding you to say the correct word. “Daddy.. please can I cum daddy?” You correct yourself apologetically.

“No” he teases to mess with your feelings. He’s toying you, he knows how to control you. He immediately pulls his fingers out of you right when you were about to cum, completely edging you.

“You asshole” you lightly slap his chest over his top, he does nothing but laugh at how frustrated he’s made you. “I swear to god I fucking hate you” you say, a bit more angrily this time. Before he says anything, you get off his lap and stand up.

Right as you begin to walk away, he grabs you by your arms and pulls you back down onto his lap, this time you’re facing backwards, your back pressed against his chest as he’s got you trapped.

“Now now, that’s no way to speak to me, is it?” He whispers breathily against the back of your neck, blowing cold air to send shivers down your spine. “Sorry.. I.” You begin to apologize. “Shush, shh...” He stops you. “I was only playing, princess” he whispers softly, reaching his hand around to put them back down your pants.

You smirk without him seeing, your face looking forward as you feel his warm breath against your neck. His hand slips into your panties, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before sliding them right back into you as before.

You let out a slow but relieving moan as you feel his cold finger tips slide deeper into you. “Fuck.. just like that” you say, holding your hand on top of his, refusing to let go of it. “Cum for me, darling” he says, looking over your shoulder to see a glimpse of your side profile.

You don’t respond, you focus on reaching your high. He feels you clenching and riding his hand again, faster and faster until your moans reach an orgasmic level. “Cum on my fingers, babe” he instructs, talking you through it to ease you.

“That’s it.. keep going” he continues to encourage as you finally release your sexual frustration all over his hand. You let out one last long breathy moan before he pulls them out of you, bringing his soaking fingers to your face.

“Suck them” he demands, bringing his other hand around to your neck to choke you lightly. You smirk, opening your mouth to poke your tongue out. He presses his fingers into your mouth, your tongue gliding all over them.

“Good girl” he praises you. You swallow your own cum as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, giving your thigh a ‘well done’ pat before pulling you off him to stand you up. “

“Next time you wanna act like a filthy whore, wait for me to finish work” he points his index finger towards your face, as if he’s lecturing you for being bad. “Sorry” you giggle. “You better be, slut” he laughs it off. “Now go, get out. I’m busy” he playfully says, smacking your butt harshly to get you to leave.

“I always get my way. Enjoy your work” you devilishly wink at him, running towards the door before he slaps your butt again. “Bitch” he jokingly yells as you quickly exit the room, shutting the door after you. You make your way back downstairs with your needs finally fulfilled.

Other notes: I hope y’all like this. It’s my first post back in a while, and it’s a sexual one of course hahah. I had to add some praising, sorry if it’s too much because I know this was supposed to be a degrading fic 🤫 but enjoy! :)

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Just imagine him

Whisper “you are my little slut” in to your ear during sex.

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ok i know he’s in pain but can you imagine sucking him off and this is his face alright i’m going to #hell

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Voyeur of a best friend (Seungkwan)

Request:

Seungkwan smut with spying Vernon please! Like, he was hiding in the closet to try and scare Boo and saw something he shouldn’t have 😉

» Smut and indeed accidental voyeurism.

» Vernon enjoys Seungkwan’s reactions whenever he surprises or scares him, so he’s hiding in his closet, waiting for his chance. He doesn’t, however, expect that Seungkwan would come with you, much less to do something. Spoiler alert: that something is you.

Vernon loved surprising his best friend, both in good and in bad. He loved Seungkwan’s reactions, which were often over the top, as Seungkwan would often scream, and him having a very expressive face only made it more entertaining for Vernon.

It was Friday, and Vernon had figured that it would be nice to surprise Seungkwan - scare him, really - and have dinner with him afterwards. It was kind of a routine, because while scaring his best friend was some of the best entertainment he knew, he always worried about going overboard with it and usually ended up making it up to him. After all, Seungkwan’s wrath was something he preferred not to experience.

With that idea in his mind, Vernon had sneaked into Seungkwan’s room and gotten into his closet. He had grinned at how colorful the shirts hanging in there were, after which he had gotten comfortable on top of a shoe pile and left the closet door only slightly open, just so that he could see out but that it wasn’t suspicious.

Then he waited.

Vernon was excited, and his heart immediately picked up its speed when he heard the door to the room be opened.

Oh, Seungkwan, you won’t know what hit you, Vernon thought to himself and snickered silently, although it died quickly when he saw you pulling Seungkwan to his bed from the collar of his shirt.

In all honesty, Vernon could’ve closed the door in front of him, but he was too shocked to do anything, and so he could only watch with his jaw dropping how you wrapped your legs around Seungkwan’s waist and began pulling his white T-shirt over his head while his hips rocked against yours.

Vernon wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know what had happened before you had come into the room.

Seungkwan let out a satisfied sigh as he kissed you passionately, and Vernon felt shivers run down his spine when he heard you moan quietly when Seungkwan’s hand slid under your shirt and bra to massage one of your breasts and play with your nipple.

“I need you so bad,” you said with a whiny edge to your voice and got one of your hands in Seungkwan’s hair while he moved lower to kiss your neck.

“I need you, too,” he said with a husky voice, and Vernon badly wanted to disregard the fact that that probably was what his best friend sounded like when he was turned on. Seungkwan sat up on his knees and slid the hem of your shirt up on your body. “The pictures you sent me were amazing, but…”

“But you want to see the lingerie with your own eyes?” you asked with a smirk, and your boyfriend gave you a nod with his lips forming a small pout while his eyes continued growing darker and filled with lust. With the smirk still evident on your lips, you got your shirt off, and after Seungkwan moved a little, you did the same to your shorts, which left you in a lacy pink two-piece. Dragging your fingers over your body as suggestively as you could, you looked at Seungkwan expectantly. “So, how do you like it?”

Seungkwan swallowed hard as his eyes scanned over your body, looking even more gorgeous than normal in the new lingerie, and you loved how husky yet needy his voice was when he spoke. “It’s gorgeous.”

You grinned, and with the confidence you got from being so obviously wanted by your boyfriend, you sat up and began opening his jeans while leaning up to kiss him hungrily, and you soon felt one of his hands under your bra, teasing your hard nipple in a way that had you moaning and pushing better into his touch.

Vernon turned his eyes away from the two of you when he could feel himself start getting hard in his jeans, and he took a few deep breaths. Naturally it did nothing to help him with his growing problem that Seungkwan was definitely not quiet when you started stroking his cock, nor were you when Seungkwan got more into giving attention to your breasts.

You lay down on your back again and Seungkwan leaned down, too, slowly sliding his hand down your stomach and into your panties. A moan left your lips when his fingers dipped between your lower lips, and Seungkwan grunted at how wet you were.

“You’re soaked,” he nearly whined, and you bit down on your lower lip while stroking him steadily, your legs spreading on their own accord when Seungkwan began massaging your clit, and soon slid a finger inside of you.

“Seungkwan,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up, and quietly begged for another finger that he then pushed into you and began pumping his two digits at a slow pace with his thumb rubbing lightly into your clit. You whined in ecstacy and thumbed the slit of Seungkwan’s cock, which earned you a moan from him that he tried to muffle with your neck. Bucking your hips against his hand desperately, you spoke. “Fuck me, please.”

Vernon’s eyes widened, and your words went straight to his crotch. He had never imagined nor had he ever wanted to imagine how the two of you were in private, like you were now. The biggest surprise, however, right after seeing and hearing what you two were like, was that rather than being disgusted or anything the like, Vernon was awfully turned on.

He was turned on from the sight of his best friend getting busy with his significant other, and he wanted to hide, as if he already wasn’t hidden in the shadows.

Vernon watched with wide eyes as Seungkwan reached to the drawer of his nightstand, and soon he was putting a condom on himself while you slid the panties off yourself. As much as Vernon wanted to - or thought he wanted to tear his eyes away - his eyes were glued on the two of you even as Seungkwan gathered your wetness on the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down your pussy, and pushed into you when you begged him to. The moan you were unable to hold in only turned Vernon on more, and judging by the grunt Seungkwan let out, he wasn’t the only one.

As much as he had tried to not do it, Vernon couldn’t help but quietly open his jeans, deeming that they had gotten way too tight for comfort. He tore his gaze from you and Seungkwan enough to carefully move his jeans and boxers down so that he could get his cock out, and with his hand wrapped around his length, hard and heavy in his hand, Vernon turned to look at you again.

You had gotten your bra off, and Vernon simply couldn’t not look at the way your breasts moved as Seungkwan fucked you, his hips moving with a small twist that made you moan with every thrust. Vernon stroked himself steadily, spreading his pre-cum over his cock when some had gathered at the tip, and breathed heavily while watching you and Seungkwan, who had leaned down to kiss you passionately, moaning quietly against your lips when you began mirroring his movements with your hips, clearly in need of more.

“Harder,” you whimpered while Seungkwan kissed his way a bit lower on your body and took one of your sensitive nipples between his lips and sucked on it lightly, which made you moan loudly and buck your hips against his cock needily. Vernon swallowed hard when he could hear the sound of skin slamming against skin get louder, and with that your moans rose a bit in pitch, too, which in turn made Vernon all the hornier. He stroked himself desperately, his fist moving on his cock snugly as he paid the most attention to the spots he knew he was the most sensitive at.

Vernon let his lips part and licked them slowly as he leaned better against the wall of the closet, focusing all of his attention on you and Seungkwan. He could see your hand sliding down your body, and just as you were about to start massaging your clit, Seungkwan moved your hand above your head.

“Let me,” he said huskily, and Vernon watched in interest how Seungkwan got his fingers to your clit and began massaging it gently while his hips slammed into yours. Vernon could see how good it felt to you - your back arched a little, and you got your hands to Seungkwan’s shoulders that you held on to tightly.

“I’m close, fuck, I’m so…” you whimpered, your hips moving desperately while Seungkwan delivered one delicious thrust after another, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you. Vernon bit down on his lower lip and let your moans and whimpers fill his mind joined with the sound of Seungkwan’s hips meeting yours, and it took all of his willpower to remain silent as he came over his fingers, only barely able not to stain his best friend’s clothes.

While Vernon came in the closet, Seungkwan also buried himself deep inside of you and came into the condom with a melodic moan, and with his fingers still continuing to massage your clit, you were finally thrown over the edge as well.

Sated, Seungkwan leaned down to kiss you sloppily, slowly moving his hand from your pussy to your side, and you replied to his kisses eagerly while breathing heavily. He pulled out of you slowly and lay down next to you, and took the condom off before tying it, after which he got his arm around you and kissed your shoulder.

“Worth the wait?” you asked with a grin and looked into Seungkwan’s eyes with a warm look in yours, and got back a happy smile and a nod from him.

“Oh, definitely. Feel free to send me more pics like that, though,” he said quietly, his voice still a bit husky, and kissed you again, his hand warm on your side.

Chuckling, you raised your eyebrow. “And what will you do with them?”

“I think you know exactly what,” Seungkwan said playfully, and Vernon gagged to himself in the closet, much rather not thinking about his best friend jacking off to your pictures.

It was hot in the closet and Vernon really wanted something to wipe his hand on that wasn’t his or his best friend’s clothes, so he nearly let out a relieved sigh when you sat up and pulled your bra up.

“I’m hungry… if I order food, do you want some?” you asked and reached for your panties that you then put on, grinning ot yourself when you saw just how mesmerizedly Seungkwan looked at you, unable to utter a word.

Only when you turned to look at him expectantly, Seungkwan blinked a few times and laughed. “Oh, food? Yes, please.”

As soon as your clothes were back on, you left the room to look at the various menus at the dorm, and Seungkwan still lied on his bed for a while, feeling too blissful to get up just yet. Vernon hoped that if he wished for him to get up intensely enough, he’d get some sort of a telepathic signal to do so, and whether it was his doing or not, Seungkwan did get up soon, re-dressing himself and tossing the used condom to the bin on his way out of the room.

Vernon opened the closet’s door properly as soon as Seungkwan was out of the room and inhaled deeply, only then realizing just how badly he had needed more air. He tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans as neatly as he could with the knuckles of one of his hands covered with his cum, and as soon as that was done, he walked to Seungkwan’s nightstand and got a tissue from one of the drawers. Shivering at the thought of what he had just masturbated to, Vernon wiped his hand clean and put the tissue into the bin, hoping that it wouldn’t garner any unnecessary attention.

He walked to the door and looked out of it, and when he saw you and Seungkwan with your backs facing the door, he quietly tip-toed out and made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands and face in hopes that the blush on his cheeks would tone down a little.

When Seungkwan saw Vernon come out of the bathroom, he smiled at him widely. “Oh, Vernon! We’re ordering food, do you want something?”

I don’t think I can eat after seeing you like that, Vernon thought to himself, and with the most monotonous voice and wide, serious eyes, nodded to his best friend. “I could use some chicken.”

Seungkwan quirked his eyebrow at the odd expression on Vernon’s face, but shrugged it off and instead pressed a soft kiss to your cheek when you began ordering.

Vernon held back a deep, relieved sigh: he hadn’t been found out but he had just had one amazing orgasm, as much as he didn’t want to relive what he had witnessed to achieve it. It would remain one of his darkest secrets - both that and how much he had enjoyed it.

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Morning sweetness

Warnings: little bit of fingering, little bit of titty love, morning sex

a/n: this is super short so it’ll be easy to get through

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Yesss!!! Seungkwan needs more content tbh 🥰 I feel like behind Seungkwan’s cutesy and bubbly personality lies a dom 👀 Can I request for an overstimulation with Seungkwan after getting jealous for spending a lot of time with the maknae line? 🥺🥺🥺

dom boo seungkwan ; smut

smut, jealousy, oral (female receiving), no condom (wrap before you tap)

“babe! i’m home.” you heard the familiar sound of your boyfriend call as the front door opened. you hushed vernon who had spent majority of the day with you as seungkwan was out, wanting his presence to be a surprise. you skipped over to where seungkwan stood, removing his shoes. you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug, pecking his lips with a smile.

“someone’s happy.” he laughed returning the hug. “always when you come home. plus i have a surprise for you!” you held his hand, dragging him into the kitchen to reveal his best friend holding out a cake you two had baked. “we made you a fruit cake!” the two of you did jazz hands around the cake, smiling brightly at the boy. “you two did this together?” vernon nodded before speaking up for the first time. “y/n called me, she didn’t wanna spend the day alone so we planned to waste some time together.”

“and i knew how much you’ve been working and i thought you’d like a little treat.” seungkwan smiled at the sweet gesture, although he felt uneasy at the thought of you and vernon alone all day. “thanks you guys, but i don’t exactly trust you two baking.”

you pouted before vernon spoke up. “i wouldn’t trust her either! she kept throwing ingredients around.” you gasped, hitting him on the shoulder. “you dick! says the one who didn’t know how to properly measure the ingredients!” he winced grabbing his arm, shooting you a look that could kill.

“alright that’s enough you two. behave.” seungkwan sighed as he scolded you two.

“he started it!” you whined, pointing fingers at the taller boy beside you. “did not!” he shoved you back with his shoulder, making you turn to face him glaring. “did to!” he lunged forward making you scream and run away, circling the island in the kitchen before hiding behind the comfort of your boyfriend. “seungkwan save me!” you screeched as vernon attacked you and seungkwan.

on any other day seungkwan would’ve been joking around with the two of you. today he couldn’t help but feel a rush of anger everytime vernon said something to make you laugh, or smile. he hated knowing while he was gone, you confided in vernon. yes it was nice knowing his girlfriend and best friend got along, but today he just hated it.

noticing how seungkwan wasn’t reacting as normal made you pout and turn him around to face you. ignoring vernon’s threats, you cupped his cute round cheeks. “baby, what’s wrong? you don’t feel like your normal self.” he let his eyes travel around your features before making direct eye contact. “i don’t want to talk about it right now.” his words were cold. vernon stepped back, even him feeling the ice in his tone.

“i’ll get going, i promised to meet up with chan anyways. see you guys later!” he rubbed your hair, messing with his it before tapping seungkwan on the shoulder and heading out the door.

your eyes never left seungkwan’s face. “talk to me.” your eyes were soft and filled with concern. his jaw tightened.

“why don’t you ask vernon.. maybe you can talk about when you bake some cupcakes.” he shakes out of your grasp making your eyes widen. he’s never like this, something must be extremely irritating him. you knew it was your friendship with hansol since he brought up his name, but it didn’t make sense to you. he’d always praise you both for being so close and how he loves that his two favourite people we’re getting along.

“that’s what this is about? because i was hanging out with hansol?” you scoffed laughing at how ridiculous your boyfriend was being. “what’s so funny y/n? you think it’s funny that while i’m out, you’re here flirting it up and being all slutty for my best friend.” he was mad, and it was making you upset aswell. “excuse me? if i remember clearly, you were the one who wanted us to get along in the first place!”

“yes y/n, but when i’m there! i don’t know who you two are doing when i’m not around!” he exclaimed, a bitter tinge to his voice. “you really don’t trust me?” your face went soft, eyes watering. your emotions changed so quickly, making seungkwan immediately concerned for you. “it’s not that.. it’s, he is a lot more attractive than me. i don’t compare to him in anyway, even the fans think so.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, cupping his face and pulling him into a deep kiss. he kissed back immediately not wanting to waste a moment he had with you. “i don’t want to hear you say that ever again, that is just bullshit seungkwan. i would never in a million years leave you for anyone else, especially vernon.. he reminds me of an annoying little brother who keeps nagging to you.” seungkwan smiled at your comment making your heart flutter. you loved his smile.

“i don’t want you ever thinking you’re not good enough. you’re more than enough for me, you’re handsome, talented, sweet, unbelievably sexy..” you trailed off running your hand down from where you’d cupped his cheek to his chest. he raised an eyebrow at your actions and you couldn’t help but smirk. he walked closer to you and picked you up walking you to the shared bedroom.

“such a dirty girl. can’t even go a whole day without trying to initiate something with me.” he threw you gently on the bed before crawling over your body. “what can i say, i’m addicted to how you make me feel. your taste, body, everything.” you ran your hand across his collarbone as you spoke with a sensual voice.

“i think you’re just a horny slut who would do anything to get fucked by her boyfriend.” you chuckled as he attacked your neck with kisses, tangling your fingers through his hair. “i mean you’re not wrong.” you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist, seungkwan then made his way to your shared bedroom. he walked blindly as his face was buried in your neck, his legs moved out of memory.

tossing you to lay on the bed, seungkwan quickly moved to remove all his clothes down to his boxers demanding you do the same. you followed suit and began stripping of your clothes, leaving you in a lacy bralette and matching panties. seungkwan stood at the foot of the bed staring down at your body. you watched his hungry eyes traveling over every inch of your body. he slowly crawled over your body, kissing a line up your body.

“babe?” seungkwan asked you in between kisses, his lips now making their way across your collarbones. you hummed, head thrown back as he left marks over your skin. “i want you to pick a number between 1 and 5” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “just answer, don’t ask questions.”

“three. it’s my favourite number.” he leaned up to meet your face. “perfect.” he met your lips with a kiss, deepening it right away. you moved your hands to his shoulders, cupping his neck to pull him closer. “such a greedy, eager girl. can’t get enough can you?” you whined, hating how slow he was going with you.

not wanting to torture you he moved lower down your body to your panties. he kissed inbetween your thighs, sucking open mouth kisses to leave wet bruises. “nice and pretty.” he smiled looking at the forming marks.

seungkwan’s fingers pulled your panties to the side showing off your glistening folds. “you look so delicious babygirl, holy shit” he licked his lips eagerly before using his other hand to scoop but some of your juices. he moved his fingers to his mouth, sucking every last drop groaning at your taste. “i was right, you taste delicious.”

you’re eyes rolled back watching him suck his fingers coated in your glistening juices. it was erotic and you couldn’t get enough. “please seungkwan.” he chuckled before doing as you asked. one strong lick through your folds had you in a frenzy. your hands shot down to his brown hair, gripping tightly to allow yourself to push him closer to your throbbing clit. he was avoiding your special spot purposely, wanting to get you riled up. he loved hearing you whine, especially when he was trying to punish you.

“baby, more please more.” he chuckled from his spot between your legs. “i mean if i’m not doing good enough, why don’t you just call vernon over. maybe he can help.” he teased, hot breath falling on your pussy making you only whine loudly. “no, you’re so good! the best, please make me cum.” he laughed seeing you so fucked out for him. he sucked your sensitive nub, using his tongue to circle the most sensitive area for you. you couldn’t help the noises falling from your mouth.

“i wonder if you’d be reacting the same way for hansol.” you groaned at his comment, knowing he wasn’t over how much time you spent with his best friend. you shook your head, “only you.”

“you definitely know the right things to say baby.” he went hard on your pussy. two fingers now pumping in and out of you at a faster pace than usual, your walls clenching around his digits wanting more. his mouth on your clit, allowing non-stop stimulation to your most sensitive areas.

“don’t stop, i’m gonna cum seungkwan!” you couldn’t help the level of your voice, knowing if anyone were outside the apartment they could hear the noises coming from inside. he didn’t stop his stimulations, riding you straight through your first orgasm of the night.

he cleaned your pussy up, his chin shining with a layer of your cum. “one down, two to go.” your eyes widened at his words. “t-two?” your voice quivered at the statement, and from the hard orgasm. “you picked three babygirl, so you’re getting three.” he said nonchalantly as he pushed you back against the bed, removing your panty set completely.

he grinded his erection against your bare heat, a wet patch growing through his boxers. he was quick to remove them, wanting to be inside your sensitive walls as soon as possible. he push inside with little warning, your head throwing back. you arched off the bed allowing his arms to wrap around your torso. he pulled you close so that you were inches from him.

“it’s s-so much s-seungkwan.” you stuttered our through moans, making the sentence hard to understand. “you can take it can’t you? of course you can, you’re a whore for my cock.” you whined at his words knowing what he said was the truth. you couldn’t get enough of seungkwan, he always fucked you so well. he had your eyes rolling back, mouth watering and body shaking and you loved it.

you felt as if you were on a high as you came for the second time, surprised with how long seungkwan was lasting. “you keep squeezing my cock and i won’t be able to last for one more round.” he teased before flipping your weak body over.

he kissed down your back, wanting to make sure you weren’t in any pain. once he saw you nodded and wiggling your ass for him and took it as his signal to thrust deep into you. he held a strong grip on your ass, loving the way the plump skin felt against his fingers. he was hitting so deep inside you that you felt him in your lower stomach.

“ah fuck, i’m close baby.” seungkwan groaned over the sound of your loud sounds. he wasn’t very vocal but every once a while you could get a good moan out of him. he reached around to rub your clit adding to the pleasure, making your body jump forward. with one final clench he came deep inside you, coating your walls with his milky cum. he continued his pace, riding his orgasm as you came around his cock.

your juices mixed with his inside you making your stomach flutter at the thought. you heard his heavy breathing from behind you, matching your own. you collapsed against the bed, eyes drifting to sleep. “let me help you clean up baby, i’ll be back.”

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A/N: This was pretty impulsive…I always appreciate feedback a lot!

genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), smut, pwp, domestic!au, reader being tied up with a belt but otherwise pretty soft tbh

words: ~ 3.5 k

‘H/N’ = his name (bias name)

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A/N: This was pretty impulsive…I always appreciate feedback a lot!

genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), smut, pwp, domestic!au, reader being tied up with a belt but otherwise pretty soft tbh

words: ~ 3.5 k

‘H/N’ = his name (bias name)

‘F/N’= friend’s name

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[B]reeding Kink || C.S

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Summary: He broke into your house, and now he’s breaking you. (it’s not fucking consentual non-con it’s just inmate!San istg)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: my fairy godmother said it was 4311 words

Genre: Smut

⚠ mention of drugs, breeding kink, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, inmate!San ⚠

  You woke up with loud banging on your door. It was so sudden, you didn’t know what time it was, what was happening, or where you were. It took you a quick second to scan your surroundings. 

    It was 2am, or so said the clock on your bedside table, and you were sitting up in your bed, startled and confused about the booming sound echoing through your house.

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It’s The Outfit - [Sweet Pea]

Request by anon: sweet pea mature, after both reader and him switch to riverdale high, reader joins the river vixens and let’s just say some stuff happens in the locker room

Warning: NSFW

Word count: 3000+

“Well, well. What do we have here? Is that Y/N Y/L/N in a River Vixen outfit?”. Jughead’s voice rung through the room as you entered the lounge area your friends mostly spend their breaks. “It’s my fault, Jug, I spread the cheering fever”. Betty giggled as she passed you to take her seat on the side of Jughead’s chair. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the sofa next to Sweet Pea. “No leather jackets, no signs, I had to wear some kind of thing”. You shrugged with a smile. “It’s okay to admit you love a girly thing like dancing, Y/N”. Fangs shot you a look and you bit your lower lip to force the smile back. “And it looks great on you, so don’t worry”. Toni added and Sweet Pea hummed in agreement.

“But tell us, how did you get past the initiation for Cheryl’s gang?”. Sweets asked you and you chuckled at his choice of words. “Just being my lovely self, Pea”. You swung your left leg over your right and it caused his dark eyes to trail over them for a moment, his eyebrows raising slightly at the sight of your bare legs and the skirt that reached just above your knees. “By threatening her with a knife?”. The group of friends burst into laughter, including you. “Mr. Weatherbee told us not to carry any weapons and everyone knows how much of a good girl I am”. Sweet Pea let out a huff of air and shook his head with a smile.

“I have to go”. Sweets added and stood up, making you look up at his incredibly tall figure. The Riverdale High outfit he had to wear looked great on him, the dark blue shirt tugged into his jeans and the material tight around his arms. “Training in a few”. He explained and swung his bag over his shoulder. “See you all later”. Sweet Pea smiled at you and dropped a smooth wink that was only visible for your eyes. You flashed him a smile and looked at him as he walked out of the door. “I think we have to go soon too, you know how Cheryl can be when you’re late one second”. Betty rolled her eyes and got up from her spot next to Jughead. You nodded and got your bag from the floor too, moving with Betty to get to the gym hall.

Sweet Pea’s mind wasn’t completely with his basketball training. The picture of you sitting next to him on the couch in that River Vixen outfit, a high ponytail in your hair and your sparkling eyes as you told about being one of the cheerleaders now. Your legs, dreamily long and swung over each other and right next to him, as if you were teasing him. His hands quickly caught the ball that was thrown his way, if he hadn’t responded this quick it was sure that it would’ve hit his head. “Pay attention, snake”. Reggie snarled and caught the ball Sweet Pea threw back. The Serpent rolled his eyes and forced himself to keep his mind at the training.

Drenched in sweat he made his way to the locker room, avoiding the looks of the other guys when they saw his neck tattoo. He thought they would be over it after the couple days the Southside students had been here, but apparently not. Sweets dried his skin and hoisted his jeans back over his hips, pulling the Riverdale shirt back on, although he left his turtleneck in his bag, he didn’t have any more classes anyway. The sound of music echoed through the walls and he chuckled at the thought of the cheerleaders practicing too. Sweet Pea sucked his lower lip into his mouth and hesitantly stood still at the door, his hand reaching for the handle. A smirk curled his lips as he was quite curious for your cheerleading.

He quietly opened the door, slipping inside and closing it behind him. The most of the girls didn’t even notice him standing there, while you had already seen him. Your eyes crossed path with Betty’s and she smiled softly as she knew Sweet Pea was probably here to watch you. He dropped his bag to the floor and crossed his arms over each other, leaning against the wall. The Serpent watched you with a grin decorating his face. Your body moved along to the rhythm of the music, your skirt riding up with some of the movements. God, the outfit, your moves, the subtle looks you gave him. Sweet Pea felt as if you got him all worked up on purpose and you didn’t even lay your hands on him.

Cheryl clapped her hands as your practice had ended and everyone walked back to the locker rooms to get changed. “So, what did you think?”. You asked as you took a sip of water and walked up to Sweets. “Like you’re born for this, Y/N”. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and smiled at you. “Although I’d rather wear shorts than a skirt, but hey. You have to go through some things if you want to reach fun times as well”. You shrugged. Sweet Pea smirked and didn’t say anything about it, as he much rather saw you in this skirt. “Wanna get a milkshake when you’re dressed?”. He asked and you nodded with a smile. “Sure thing”. You made your way to the locker room, half of the girls were already out.

You swung your top over your head and slipped out of your skirt, searching for the shirt you had brought to wear after practice. You searched in your bag and frowned as only your jeans were in there. You crouched to check if it had fallen to the floor, but that wasn’t the case either. Everyone had moved out by now and you looked around the locker room to see if someone was trying to be funny. “Searching for this?”. You turned around to see Sweet Pea in the door way, the signature grin on his face and your shirt in his hand. “Yes, now give it back, you thug”. You said playfully stern and reached for the piece of clothing. Sweets easily held it up in the air so you couldn’t reach it. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly very aware of the minimum of clothing on your body. Only a sports bra and some panties.

“I’m not going to play your game”. You said, his eyes having those devilish sparkles in them. “Are you sure?”. Sweet Pea answered and threw your shirt on top of your head, blocking your vision for a moment. You squealed as he poked your side, stepping back to get away from him. Your back hit the lockers and you kept your shirt in front of yourself. You looked up at him, his brow raised. Sweets smoothly placed his hands on either side of your head, daring you to keep looking into your eyes. “I really agreed with what Toni said. You look amazing in the River Vixen outfit”. His voice lowered, the dark brown of his irisses seemed to darken further as his pupils widened. “That skirt is doing this to me, doll”. Sweet Pea continued, one of his hands reaching down to caress your cheek.

You felt hypnotized by his voice and his dark eyes boring into yours, the words you wanted to say swimming around in your head without any order. “Show me what it does, Pea”. You heard yourself replying and it took him just a second to cup your cheek and connect your lips in a firm kiss. He gladly kept kissing you when you kissed him back, his fingers keeping your head locked in a position to make sure the controle remained on his side. Sweet Pea had to lean down to kiss you and you were standing on your tippy toes to reach his head properly. His hands slid down your back, over your bum to find the back of your thighs.

You took a sharp breath when he lifted you up against himself, your body trapped between him and the lockers behind you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers weaving through his raven hair that was styled with some gel. The soft tugging on his black strands made him slip out a moan against your lips, big palms squeezing your bum cheeks and pressing himself more against you. You lulled your head back against the lockers as Sweet Pea started to kiss your jaw, moving further down to your neck. Your position caused your neck and bare collarbones to be on the perfect height for him and his lips were eager to suck the bruises towards the surface of your skin. His nostrils caught a whiff of the feminine scent of your perfume, making him groan and bite into your skin to leave his mark.

A whimper tumbled over your lips and you were busy to see if you could get his shirt away from your body. Sweet Pea chuckled and gently put you down, grabbing his shirt and swinging it over his head. You placed your hands on his caramel skin, letting your palms roam over his muscled figure. You didn’t have much time to feel his body as he grew impatient, backing you up against the lockers again and there was a brief moment where you looked up at him and he looked down at you, him wanting to make sure this was your decision too. Sweet Pea hooked his fingers inside of your panties, inching them down and you took over from him to kick them away.

“You make me crazy”. He hummed in your ear, his fingers dancing over your hips, briefly going up your side to meet the end of your sports bra. You lifted your arms above your head to allow him to take it off, his eyes shifted to your bare cleavage. A soft moan escaped your throat when he cupped your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your nipples. “Pea…”. The plead was so soft, but he had clearly heard it, like music was reaching his ear. Sweet Pea moved his hands down to your hips again, trailing the curve towards your hipbones and thighs. Your eyelids fluttered when he cupped your dripping heat, biting down on his lower lip when he felt your arousal.

Sweet Pea dragged his fingers between your wet labia, coating them with your wetness before pushing two of his digits past your entrance. Your hand curled around his arm as his free hand was placed on your hip. His long and slender fingers stretched inside of you, a pleasant burn rippling through your body as you relaxed into his arms. “F-fuck, Sweets”. You whimpered, trying to buck your hips towards him for more friction. The Serpent stretched his palm for his thumb to reach your throbbing bundle of nerve endings. He groaned back at the cry you let out, the delicious tingles shooting up your spine and making the goosebumps appear on your skin.

He eyes briefly flickered down to where his hand was, however he soon looked back at your face as it was now, contorted with pleasure, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Sweet Pea’s lips brushed over yours, torturing you a slight bit as he didn’t fully connect your lips yet. The desperate whine he heard was everything he needed to curl his fingers up against your front wall, fingertips padding around for the spot that would make your knees weak. Your eyes closed and you let your head fall back against the lockers once more, his lips tasting and nipping your neck while your chest heaved up and down. “Right there, babydoll? Does that feel good?”. 

Pea’s voice was low and husk, laced with lust and that combinated with his twisting and scissoring fingers tipped you almost over the edge. Jesus Christ, it felt amazing, yet you couldn’t gather yourself to answer properly, only more moans falling over your lips. His thumb added more pressure to your throbbing clit, Sweet Pea’s other arm curling around you to hold you as your high neared. Your nails dug into his bicep when you came with a loud cry, his fingers completely soaked with your wetness as he softly guided you through. You looked up at him with hooded eyes, longing for a kiss he hadn’t given you yet. Sweet Pea had a wicked grin on his face when he licked his fingers clean, dipping his head down to kiss you. 

Your hands moved to the belt of his jeans, fiddling with the leather to unhook it from the clasp. The Serpent let you unbuckle it and zip down his jeans, your hand dipping into it to feel the bulge in his boxers. Sweet Pea lifted your chin with his fingers, distracting you with a kiss to get rid of his jeans himself, getting a condom out of his wallet before getting you back in his arms. You took it from him and tore the foil to roll the latex protection over his hard cock that sprung up from out of his boxers. A blush coloured your cheeks at the sight of the size and God this man was a piece of art, as if Bernini had made a sculpture right here and right in front of you. 

Sweet Pea grabbed the back of your thighs again, your back hitting the wall as he didn’t want to make too much noise against the metal doors of the lockers. He was strong enough to hold you up with one of his arms as he used his free hand to guide himself to your entrance. You were glad he prepared you well for this, your walls tight around him as he pushed into you fully. Sweet Pea let out a sheer hiss of pleasure when he felt your warm and soaked walls around him, inviting to push in harder, to push in deeper, but he wanted to let you adjust just a bit more. Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. 

You were struggling to keep your eyes open as he set a gentle and slow pace, dragging his cock slowly in and out in a grinding movement. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half moons as you couldn’t maintain yourself at that moment. Sweet Pea huffed against the side of your face, his hot breath fanning over your ear. You felt heavenly around him and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing into you harder. “God, babe, you feel so fucking good”. He hummed in your ear, the squelching sounds of your bodies connecting and your moans in unision echoing through the locker room. His pace become rough and hard, you felt as if you had touched a livewire, the electricity between you increasing with every thrust. 

Your fingers combed through his hair when your lips touched in a sloppy kiss, although you needed to break the kiss to keep breathing. Your nails raked over his back and left some streaks without a doubt, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. Your eyes briefly met, the stare in his eyes causing your heart to skip a beat as there was a small hint of love in his rough moves. Sweet Pea felt his abdomen burning with the desire for his release, your walls pulling so heavenly taught around him every time he pulled out to slam back in again. Your whimpers in his ear riled him up even more, fingers digging into your hips and probably leaving marks too. 

“Sweets, I-I’m… Oh my god”. You mewled when the mushroomed head of his length brushed over the gathering of nerve endings inside of your body, your thighs shaking as you were so close. Sweet Pea wrapped his arms tighter around you, your bodies moving in sync as you both got lost in a world where only you two existed. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, cursewords and your name falling out of his mouth. A last hard and deep thrust was all you needed to come with a loud cry, making you grab onto him with all your strength as you felt your body becoming high on the endorphins. 

Sweet Pea was still holding you in his strong arms, riding out both of your orgasms. Your chests heaved against each other and you looked up at him.”Holy fuck”. He said with a breathy chuckle and you could only nod in agreement. He gently let you down to the ground and threw the condom away, making sure to wrap a tissue around it before the other girls would maybe find it in the bin. Sweet Pea watched you as you were both getting dressed, still a bit amazed by the sex you had just shared. “Babe?”. He asked and you automatically looked up, a blush on your cheeks as he grinned. 

“You still up to get that milkshake with me?”. Sweet Pea nibbled on his lower lip as he leaned against the door. “Of course”. You smiled and gathered your stuff before he opened the door for you. “Wait”. He sighed and took your wrist in his hand. “I don’t want this to be just ehm…”. He wasn’t sure what he was saying as his feelings were screaming to say what he felt, while his head was thinking about the most clever thing to do. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing”. Sweet Pea admitted and you studied his face for a moment. “You want to be friends with benefits?”. You teased, sensing what he actually meant, but you wanted to torture him just a bit more. 

“No, god. I mean yes, but no at the same time. Goddamnit, I want the relationship part with it as well, okay? Happy?”. Sweet Pea grunted and was visibly annoyed he, the tough and tall Serpent with the tattoo, had to tell you what he really felt. “The happiest girl in Riverdale”. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him to hug him. Sweet Pea couldn’t stay mad of course and he wrapped you up in a hug too, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“What made you want to suddenly push me up against the lockers and fuck my brains out?”. You giggled as his fingers laced through yours. 

“It’s the outfit, damn, you look so hot in the cheerleading skirt”. Sweet Pea grinned and slapped your bum to make you squeal at his actions.

“Well, if you only care about my outfit”. You sighed and loosened your fingers from his. 

“It definitely works that you were already smoking hot before you wore it and that you’re such a cool chick, babe”. His smirk got only wider and before you could say anything else, he lifted you up and swung you over his shoulder to get you two to Pop’s.

[life-is-a-ha-ha]

Video Games (m)

A/N: This was pretty impulsive…I always appreciate feedback a lot!

genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), smut, pwp, domestic!au, reader being tied up with a belt but otherwise pretty soft tbh

words: ~ 3.5 k

‘H/N’ = his name (bias name)

‘F/N’= friend’s name

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