#(he also took the crotch strap off his one because it's annoying)

[ranticore]

I offhandedly described john wearing cunty waders in a session because he'd been fishing so i had to scribble it in. what if the workwear was so impractical

#the flotation device is mandatory per the local rules of the docks but john doesn't have a gas canister in his #(it's annoying and heavy) because he knows he'll surely never need it. drowning happens to other people #jonathan dungeons and dragons #(he also took the crotch strap off his one because it's annoying)

[writertothemaximum]

Summary: Fem!Niki fucks the shit out of Rinne at the beach.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings/Content: nsfw/18+, Niki x Rinne, Female Niki, Face-Sitting, Cunnilingus, Anal fingering, femdom

Notes: Normally I don't post character x character stuff on this blog, but as this is femdom, this is the one exception. I hope you guys enjoy!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33432565

Inspired by this pic [Please click!]

With a groan, Rinne drove the van down the sandy road, trying his best not to hit the small child that decided to walk in the middle of the road last second. It was going to be one of these days, wasn’t it?

First, Niki begs him to lunch, it’s the middle of summer and 400 degrees outside, and now she’s proceeded to drag him to the beach so she can ‘eat ice cream on the sand’ or whatever. And here Rinne thought he was the annoying one. She should get her license, it’s bad enough she didn’t graduate high school.

Well, at least she made sure he was well fed and…Well, well-fed.

In the other way.

She was always really forward about that. Or maybe it was him and his sluttiness spilled off onto her.

Yeah, it was probably his fault. He should stop getting stoned with strangers in the living room.

Although Rinne wasn’t like that. Like, aggressive like that.

Neither were any of the men he slept with.

It was scary, almost.

No, it was just scary. She was scary when she got horny.

She always got him so embarrassed, why did she have to take her sweet time with him? Well, it’s not like she could just fuck-and-dump, but still. He always busted it too quickly, far too fast for his liking. Maybe he should go back to just being gay.

Niki thought Rinne looked super sexy today. She supposed he always did, almost to an annoying degree. To the point where men would hit on him in the street and he’d take them home and Niki would be witness to some random dude fucking him on the couch. It was almost never girls for some reason.

Was he gay?

No, she and him fucked all the time, Niki was a girl, that wouldn’t make sense. Rinne was definitely bi, like 100% bisexual.

Ah, he was 100% a bottom, that was all.

Can’t get off without his ass—The absolute whore.

He liked getting called a whore, too, maybe he was also 100% masochist, too. That would make a lot of sense, actually, now that she thought about it some. The way he groaned when she slapped his ass, when she bit his nipple, when she chomped on his neck, nibbled on the tip of his dick—yeah she liked biting him a bit too much.

Well, it was a hot day and it was time for ice cream and sausages on the beach. A nice tan would be cool, too, she was getting a little too pale for her tastes.

He didn’t really ever hit on her, he just kinda let her fuck him. He never got that embarrassed when he was with his male partners. It was like Niki was different to him, somehow. Like he wanted to get teased. Like he was annoyed by it, but secretly, he begged for it.

He always ended up begging for it.

Parking in a non-parking spot, Rinne popped out of the van and opened the side door in the back, grabbing a yellow floatie, a big towel to lie down on, and some sunscreen for good measure.

“Rinne-kun! Did you get the picnic box?” she shouted, running to the back.

“No, because you’d fucking grab it out of my hands, anyways, dick,” he said, sniping back.

Niki held her hand up to punch him in the gut, when she realized.

“Yeah, I would do that,” she said, chuckling out a snort.

Niki climbed around the back of the van, not really caring that her ass was in view for everyone who walked by. Rinne, feeling slightly embarrassed for her, walked in front of the door to block the view.

“What?” she asked.

“I well your, uh,” he said, stumbling. “Your fat ass was falling out of the fucking car!”

She poked a finger out, booping him right in the nose.

“Lmao someone’s embarrassed,” she said, chuckling.

“Oh god, stop using texting lingo in public again,” Rinne said, walking off to the shore, giving up.

“Wait, wait, I know a good spot!” she said, shouting at him.

Niki’s ‘good spot’ was actually a very nice, secluded section of the beach. It took them about ten minutes to find, and they had to climb over a dozen or so rocks, but it ended up giving them some nice shade, and Rinne was never opposed to a good workout.

Rinne spread his arms out to the nice summer wind and took in the world around him, finally allowing the toxic fumes of arrogance and annoyance to leave his body, and breathe in the fresh air of confidence and being a massive dick again.

Niki poked him in the ass.

“Bitch!?” he shouted.

“Are you going to set up the towel or what?” she asked. “I have lunch to eat.”

That’s right, she had carried four lunchboxes over the rocks.

Four. Plus a full tub of Ben and Jerry’s.

“Do I get any this time?” Rinne asked, leaning in. He was a bit hungry, now that he mentioned it.

Niki put a finger to her mouth, the fabric handles of the bags falling down to her elbows.

“Hm,” she said, earnestly considering it. “Maybe if you suck me off.”

“Jesus fuck Niki. You’re horny too?” he said.

She pointed at him, accusatory.

“And you’re not? Who the fuck isn’t horny!?” she shouted.

Rinne sighed and rolled the towel out. He sat down, crossing his legs. He should have invited HiMERU or Eichi or Ibara, or really anyone he could irritate into fucking him. This was wrong, Rinne was supposed to be the tyrannical crazy one, why was Niki walking all over him? It was unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable.

The crashing waves really were relaxing. It was a good thing he had come in his bathing suit.

“Fine,” he said, crawling down on his hands and knees. Niki didn’t seem to hear him, taking a big scoop of sweet chocolate ice cream and dumping the thing directly into her mouth.

His nose pushed into the bottoms of her swimsuit, far too skimpy for any good-natured girl to wear. Tufts of her hair pushed against him, and Rinne wondered why she didn’t shave down there. Whatever, it was just a little hairy and it was about to get a lot wetter.

Niki recoiled in the softness of the towel when she felt shivers ride down her thighs. Rinne flicked his tongue across her clit, stirring up a small sound of approval. He had always been so good at this. Niki wondered if he was just as good at sucking cock. The whole thing felt so relaxing under the heat of the summer sun, she was melting, just absolutely melting.

“Fuck, Niki!” Rinne shouted, jumping up and wiping the glob of ice cream off his back. “Why’d you spill the shit on me?”

“Dunno,” she said, the spoon sticking out of her mouth. She grabbed his head by the puff of his hair and shoved him back into her crotch. “I didn’t tell you to stop. Don’t you want some ice cream?”

“Hanernangh,” was Rinne’s response, his nose suffocating in vaginal secretions.

Leaning back, she squashed Rinne’s head in her thighs, small tufts of red poking out from the little sandwich. Ooh, a sandwich, she should have taken one out of the picnic box, that would have tasted really good right about now.

The wet rubbing felt so good, so good to just squash him right there, struggle around for air, struggle around, knowing that he’d get something out of this, knowing that he’d get rewarded for all his hard work. It god Niki madly turned on knowing that Rinne was getting off to this. Knowing that he liked to get scrunched, to get manhandled.

Niki sat up.

“Hey, Rinne-kun, flip over,” she said.

“Hah? Do I get some now?” he said, snarling. “I wanna get some before you spill it all over me.”

“Turn the fuck over, idiot,” Niki snapped back.

“Fine,” Rinne sputtered out, flipping over to his back.

Niki immediately decided to sit down.

“Hanaefng!?” Rinne shouted, obviously surprised.

“Keep going and you’ll get some ice cream, sheesh,” she said.

Niki began to pat down Rinne’s body, feeling a bit of sand, and a really nice tan beginning to form. And wow, really nice abs, really nice, firm, strong abs. But that wasn’t what she was looking for.

“Aha!” she said, pulling the bottle out of his pocket and slightly raising her ass off his face. “So you did bring lube you fucking whore.”

Rinne took a huge gasp of air, finally able to breathe.

“Jesus fuck, and just what are you going to do with that? It’s not like I can suck you off and fuck you at the same time,” he said, crassly.

Niki, annoyed, sat back down.

“Who said you were going to be the one doing the fucking?” she said, irritated.

Rinne struggled a bit before shuffling his ass out for better access. She had fingered him before, maybe she should invest in a strap-on. Then he wouldn’t have any need to do all of those one-night stands. She could just fuck him on her cock.

“Ooh, someone’s hungry for fingers,” she said, mocking. “Wanna come here for a smoochy-smoochy? I think you deserve it, Rinne-kun!”

Rinne, not being able to speak due to still having pussy in his face, responded with a large groan.

“Or do you prefer these lips?” she asked, rubbing all of her secretions in his face. She wondered how it tasted. Salty, for sure.

Niki leaned forward, taking one last scoop of partially melted ice cream before setting it to the side on the towel. Wow, the heat felt great. The sun, the way the waves lined up, it all just filled her with elation.

So when she leaned her face down to his groin, it made her all the happier to see that Rinne was hard. He liked getting humiliated like this, didn’t he? Wow, what a masochist. When Niki tugged at the hem of his swim trunks, Rinne lifted his hips, allowing her to get them off quicker. Someone was excited. Well, a large glob of lube, a finger made its way to the entrance of his hole. She felt Rinne hesitate on her clit as she pushed in, a loud groan echoing through the rock cliffs.

He was so soft inside. He always was. It was like his ass was made for pleasure, made for this lovely squeeze, caressing her fingers in an absolutely perfect massage. He was always so loose, too, she supposed that’s what being a cock-whore did to someone.

Hm, well, speaking of cock, his dick was right there. He was pretty hard. Would be a shame if someone were to maybe…suck it?

In a moment, her lips were around the tip.

“Haarhrhah! Nik—Niki!” she heard, Rinne tilting his head off her ass.

Retaliating, she sat back down, crushing his head hard into the towel.

God, it was too much at once. With the two fingers pounding his ass, the suffocating aroma on his face, and now the condensing suction on his tip. He was going to cum, he was going to cum—

Niki gripped the bottom of his shaft hard, not letting a drop out.

“You’re supposed to get me off, first, asshole,” she said, her glare enough to kill a man.

Fuck, fuck, thoughts poured through Rinne’s mind as he licked her clit as fast as he could, desperately trying to get her off, trying to get himself off, he was too hard, too overwhelmed.

Rinne felt Niki convulse above him, her hole tightening up, clenching around pure nothing as she came on his face. Noises spewed out of her mouth as she couldn’t control herself, everything coming all at once.

And that’s when Niki finally let go of his dick.

Like the grossest milkshake in the world, Niki kept sucking.

Popping her head off in a moment, she gave off a sigh of relief, as if she had a nice big sip of coffee, drinking all the semen up like a fat noodle.

Niki unplugged her fingers from his ass and Rinne shoved her off, letting her laugh as she rolled off the towel and into the sand.

“That was fun,” she said, still unable to hold her laugh.

“Bitch! You got sand up my ass!” Rinne shouted, making a motion in the air to slap her, obviously missing.

“Your fault for being such an anal fiend,” she said, the heat of the sand proving to be very relaxing. Ooh, she was right next to the lunch box. Time for a sandwich.

“Can I get my ice cream now?” Rinne asked, like a petulant child.

“Yeah, go ahead,” she said, diving right into the lunch box.

Rinne picked up the abandoned tub of Ben & Jerry’s only to realize.

“It’s fucking melted!” Rinne shouted.

“Well, suck faster next time,” Niki said, taking a big bite of her sandwich.

“Well, maybe if someone ate better, her fucking cunt wouldn’t taste like that fucking sourdough starter you keep around the apartment,” Rinne said, snapping.

“Hey, you love my pussy, don’t joke with me,” she said, right back.

Rinne grimaced, embarrassed, knowing she was right.

Pouting, Rinne forced the spoon into the chocolate wonder, scooping it up and landing it right in his mouth. It wasn’t all melted.

Yup, ice cream was good. Ice cream was always good.

#ensemble stars #enstars #rinne amagi #niki shiina #niki x rinne #rinne x niki #rinniki #nikirin #w2tmfics #female!dom

[floralseokjin]

;cyber sex (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

⟨gif credit⟩

You want to partake in some “cyber” sex...

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader  genre/warnings;  smut, fluff, skype sex, or as oc puts it, cybersex, sex toy usage (here 😘) words; 3,038

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“Are your parents in bed?” 

On the screen, Jungkook looked a little on edge, jittery almost. Like he was doing something illegal. 

“My dad is. Mom’s downstairs catching up on soap operas.” 

He still looked a little unsure. “How was your day?” 

You shifted on your bed, crossing your legs, your laptop jumped slightly, pixelated Jungkook bouncing around for a second. Internet at your parents’ house had always been shitty but he still made a bunch of cute pixels. 

“I’d love to small talk, Jungkook, I really would, but I woke up wanting sex and have been horny ever since.” 

You were expecting him to log on all eager and possibly already halfway to naked, but he’d appeared in sweats, back against the headboard of your shared bed, legs stretched out where laptop you was placed on his thighs. 

You watched him hesitate and grew annoyed. “What happened to being up for this?” 

This afternoon he’d been eager, possibly even cocky when you’d texted him over lunch. Your mom gossiping in your ear about her co-worker’s so called affair while you passively listened and arranged sex plans with your boyfriend...

There had been a time you were too embarrassed to even think about masturbating in your family home, but like Jungkook kept saying, you were a grown ass woman now, not still in high school or even in college. Those days had long past you by. You were a hot blooded female with needs. Needs for your super hot, super sweet boyfriend. There was really no need to be ashamed. You were going to participate in some cyber sex, no matter how much Jungkook laughed at your awkward phrasing. 

[You: 01:34pm]  Are you busy tonight? 

[JK: 01:36pm]  if eating cheetos in bed by 8 is busy then yes 

[You: 01:37pm]  Don’t you dare bitch 

[JK: 01:37pm]  why do you want to know if im busy? 

[You: 01:38pm]  cybersex 2300 hours 

[JK: 01:38pm]  Cybersex 😭😭 no one calls it that weirdo  but see you there my morning wood misses yoir ass 

Here right now, Jungkook made a noise, arguing with you. “I am up for this. It’s just your parents...” 

You rolled your eyes. He was a grown ass man and he was afraid of your parents. More so your dad. He’d taken a while to warm up to Jungkook—you blame the tattoos. But that was years ago when you’d first started dating. Your dad liked Jungkook now. Honest. 

“My dad’s asleep. I can hear him snoring,” you commented, giggling. 

Jungkook groaned. Way to ruin the mood, he was probably thinking. “That doesn’t help.” 

“Come ooonnn,” you whined, leaning into the screen. You knew your robe was dipping in the middle, already tied deliberately lose. He had a great view of your cleavage, however muted because of the shitty lamp lighting. “I miss youuuu.” 

Jungkook scoffed quietly. “And you’re making it worse. I wanna touch you for real.” He was speaking low, pouting really, but you caught his hand that slid across the front of his sweatpants. Was that some inconspicuous rubbing you’d spotted? Naughty. 

You leant back again and tried not to grin in triumph. Jungkook 0, your tits 1 once again. 

He carried on his rant. “I want you in this bed. In this house. I can’t wait 4 more days!” 

Diddums. He was a child, you swore. “Should’ve come with me then.” 

He was rubbing his crotch again, you didn’t think he realised he was doing it. “You know that’s only reserved for a Christmas every two years.” 

Yeah, like you said, he was terrified of your father. It was probably why he hadn’t proposed yet, too scared to ask for your dad’s blessing. Not that you would say that to his face. And not like you wanted to get married anytime soon, it was just only natural to think of those things. You had been together for years after all. 

You didn’t reply, instead shifting on the bed once more to spread your legs a little. You hiked one up, robe falling open to reveal the triangle of skin between your legs. You meant business.

“What’re you doing?” He practically stuttered, sitting up straighter against the headboard.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” 

“I can see that.” 

You began to rub the pad of your index finger across your clit. Sensitivity shocking your body and you fought with yourself not to snap your legs closed. You softened the impact, slowly circling before slipping down your folds and collecting the moisture to drag back up to your clit. Agonisingly slow now because you wanted to tease the hell out of your boyfriend. Despite the near darkness, he had eyes like a hawk. “You’re wet already.” Maybe he could see it glistening through the camera. Or maybe he was just starting his descent…

“Like I said, I’ve been horny since this morning.” You ever so slightly dipped the tip of your finger inside yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d played with yourself like this in front of him. It was fun. Especially because he was hanging onto each movement like his life depended on it. 

“Jungkook,” you nudged. 

“Mm?” It was just one sound, too far gone now. 

You murmured the next part, voice low and heavy, laced with a desperateness you’d felt all day. “Get your dick out.”

He didn’t argue. You let yourself grin in victory, ogling him as pushed a hand into his sweatpants and pulled out that thick, hot cock you’d been fantasising about since 7am. 

He ran his fist along it, definitely not lazily. Tugging at the head, his thumb rubbed the drops of precum across his slit. You clenched and pulsed down below. Unfair move. Your image of him was grainy and unlit but he looked just as hot as he always did. Maybe it was time to unveil your secret weapon... 

“Goodnight, love.” 

You jumped immediately at the sound of your mom’s voice, hand jerking away from between your legs. You’d been so distracted you hadn’t even heard her coming up the stairs. 

Your took a quick breath and tried to sound normal, praying you could keep your voice level. “Goodnight mom!” You succeeded, but only just you were sure of it. 

You heard the click of the bathroom door and turned your attention back to Jungkook, eyes wide. His were too. “Jesus christ,” he muttered, sounding annoyed. “This was a dumb idea.” He was sat forward, dick back in his pants, tops of his cheeks rosy, either from the jerking off or the near close call. Probably both. 

You tried to refrain from giggling but failed. “She wasn’t going to just barge in here.” 

Both waiting a few seconds, it wasn’t long before your mom exited the bathroom and shut the door to her bedroom. You untied your robe, relaxing into the bed instantly. You weren’t losing this moment. 

Jungkook groaned slightly, eyes apprehensively raking over your practically naked body. “This is so wrong.” 

“Relax, we’re alone,” you insisted. “Just remember to be quiet.” You’d use your earphones but you’d forgotten them, remembering as soon as you’d boarded the plane. 

“I’m alone.” He corrected, now sounding sorry for himself. Jeez, it was as if you weren’t spread out like a human buffet. “I miss you. Can’t you come home right now?”

Jungkook did not do well at being alone at all. It was cute. You smiled at him softly, running your hand down your stomach and between your legs. “But I wanna cum right nowww.” 

“Fine.” His stare hardened, watching the way you rubbed at the bundle of nerves. “You cum and then come home. Then I fuck you. Properly. None of this Skype shit.” 

You laughed, genuinely amused. He was such a baby. You watched him lift his t-shirt over his head. Taking initiative, you liked that. His hair fell in his eyes and he shook it away. He’d finally had a haircut a few weeks ago, but it grows fast, which was possibly a good thing because you really, really missed that long hair of his. 

Your eyes fell down to his chest and across his shoulders. He had a few tattoos that decorated his torso, amongst other places, but they mainly covered his arms. Speaking of which you clenched and pulsed again, just imagining those arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight, hands pinning you to the bed... Shit. You really wanted to fuck him for real. 

You splayed around against the bedsheets, arching your back a little and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Take your robe off. Keep your bra on.” He sounded demanding, it wasn’t intentional, lost to the urge right now as usual, but you loved it when he ordered you about, even more so when he didn’t realise he was doing it. 

You quickly got to it, snapping at your bra straps as you lied back down, propped up by your elbows. “Is this actually sexy?” You’d done this a handful of times but that was back in college. Now older, it seemed more daunting. 

“Of course it is, babe,” Jungkook reassured. On cue he got his cock out again. He was still hard. 

You watched him rake his hand along himself a few times and then grinned. “I have something.” 

He raised an eyebrow again, curious but also clueless, and watched you pull something out from under the sheets. A glittery, rubbery thing that made his eyes light up. 

“You brought a dildo to your parents’ house?” He asked after a split second of silence. You nodded, biting down on your lip, holding the specimen up to the screen. He caught the look on your face and chuckled. “You planned this?” He sounded impressed. 

“Thought it would be fun.” You tried to sound casual but maybe you were a little nervous? Embarrassed? There was no need to be. You’d had a sexual fantasy and had acted on it... Jungkook was just as into it. Hm, maybe it was the being naked over cam that was making you feel so jittery? 

Jungkook eyed Miss Jessica Rabbit and laughed again. “Only you would arrange a visit to your parents’ place just so we could participate in some ‘cybersex’.” 

Joking aside, he was eager to begin. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he’d straightened his back, leaning in closer for a better look. You didn’t feel nervy anymore. You were back in the zone. 

“Cybersex sounds cool, I don’t know why you find it so funny.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes affectionately. “You’re adorable, that’s why I find it so funny.” 

“Lameee.” You sang. But now you were running the head of the vibrator along your slit, spreading your legs in the process.

Jungkook watched you carefully, still stroking his dick with leisure. “I’m surprised you didn’t get caught at security with that thing.” He was making casual conversation but his voice sounded strained. He kept having to swallow. “Hiding a giant vibrator in your clothing.” 

“Can you imagine?” You’d die of embarrassment right there on the spot. 

“I‘d come bail you out, don’t worry.” 

You giggled at his silliness. Who was going to tell him you couldn’t get arrested for carrying a vibrator in your luggage? 

However, soon the mood for small talk was over, only distracting at this point. Or maybe what was distracting was now the vibrator beginning to stretch out your insides. It was a little uncomfortable at first, maybe you were just too well aware your parents were a few feet away, or maybe you were just out of practice when it came to fucking yourself. 

Jungkook helped though, whispering encouragements and giving you useful tips, which only made you wetter; so yes, a huge help. It wasn’t long before you got a rhythm going, not long before your breathing quickened and you were trying really hard not to moan out loud. 

Jungkook matched your movements, now jerking himself off with vigour. You watched one another, fully at ease and lost in your own little world. 

“This is so unfairrr,” he grunted soon enough, burning a hole between your legs. His newly sworn enemy, Miss Jessica Rabbit. “I want my dick inside you, not some phoney.” 

You moaned quietly, agreeing of course. Nothing felt as good as Jungkook inside you. Nothing ever had. You clicked a button on the toy and the first level of vibrations started. 

You lifted your head a little, trying to gauge the sound. “Is that too loud?” 

He shook his head. “I think you’re good. Fuck.” He cursed because you were now grinding up against the ears of the bunny, vibrations against your clit sending you all gooey and warm. “Go faster.” 

You listened, the length of the vibrator now slipping in fully as your insides finally loosened up, no longer tense. You rolled to your side a little and like that you found your g-spot. Pleasure began to burst behind your eyes and you almost forgot Jungkook was there because now you’d remembered how to use this damn thing and there was no going back. 

You clicked another button, powering up the shaft as the pearls inside the rubber began to rotate. You bit down on your lip, desperate not to make a sound and you cursed yourself. Why did you think this was a good idea? Pleasure screamed at you but you must keep quiet. 

“Babe... Baby,” Jungkook was trying to get your attention. “Baby, get on your back again. I wanna see.” 

You slowly listened, knowing you had been restricting his view and try to fuck yourself on your back. You planted your feet on the bed, kicking the laptop to the centre in the process and hoped now that he had a good view. 

Whatever he saw, he liked, moaning maybe a little bit too loudly. You’d turn the volume down if you could move, but you can’t, too paralysed with pleasure. “This is so fucking hot.” He was legit growling, it sent a fire through your veins. 

He watched you buck your hips into the vibrator over and over again, struggling a little to keep thrusting the shaft inside of you, but you think he found that hot. You were close. You knew it. Lips spread apart, your clit was swollen and greedy for pleasure, sensitive to the titillating vibrations and your walls squeezed and began to spasm around the thick rubber, the rotating sensation you felt making you tremble all over. Your wrist hurt but it was a good kind of pain, burning, making you work hard for your release. 

“Wish you were here to fuck me better, baby,” you purred, because despite how amazing this felt Jungkook could make you feel a pleasure ten times greater. “Does your hand feel good?“

You couldn’t see him, flat on your back, eyes shut, face directed at the ceiling, but you could hear the sound of skin on skin. His palm raking up and down the rock hard flesh of his cock. 

“Don’t rub it in,” he chided, voice low. Ha. Because that was exactly what he was doing. Luckily you were too out of breath to drop a shit pun. 

Your lower half suddenly spasmed and you stifled a cry. You couldn’t hold on any longer. “Shit,” you gasped. “I forgot how strong this thing was.” 

“Yeah? I’ll cum if you cum.” 

That’s all you needed to hear. It wasn’t even five seconds later before you were coming. Like an explosion, thigh and vagina muscles clenching, toes curling into the sheets and your chest heaving, sweat beading at your hairline. Miraculously you managed to stay silent. Albeit your breathing. You ceased movement immediately, removing the pressure against your clit before turning the vibrations off. The shaft was still rotating inside you, nerves twitching in your thigh before you ended those too and slid the vibrator out with a silent pop. You threw it to your side. Your whole body tingled but you urged yourself to come to, to open your eyes and lean up on your elbows. Jungkook still needed to cum and you wanted to watch. Just like he watched you. 

“Good, baby?” He asked. His eyes were black, breathing shallow. His fist still tugged at his dick, desperate now. 

“Mm hm,” you nodded, feeling a little chilly now the thrill had worn off. 

Jungkook grunted a command. “Spread your legs a little. I’m close.” You listened without question, giving him what he wanted. 

You watched the veins protrude from his forearms, some painted black with the ink of his tattoos. The hand not wrapped around his cock cupped his balls ever so slightly, tugging on them a little before he tensed and groaned. The first spurt of cum shot out and landed on his stomach, then another, it slipped into the lines of his abs. The third load slowed and he tugged his fingers tight across the tip, over and over again, draining each drop. It thickened in the air and slid down his length, getting on his fingers too. You observed all this greedily. What a sight to behold. 

A couple of tissues later for him and your robe tied back around your body, you were both grinning and giggling like a pair of idiots together, still on a high. 

“We need to incorporate that into the real deal more,” Jungkook said, referring to the vibrator now stood on your bedside table. “Let me be in charge.” 

“It’s got to make its way back home first,” you joked. 

You had climbed into bed by now, welcoming the warmth and annoyingly your eyes started to feel heavy. 

“You tired?” Jungkook noticed straight away. 

“I can stay up a little longer,” you insisted, wanting to chat with him before you fell asleep. A text or a phone call just wasn’t the same, and even though it’s only been a few days, you missed him like crazy. “What did you eat for dinner?” You asked, making small talk. 

He raised both eyebrows, eyes wide. “Do you really want me to answer that?” 

No, probably not. You knew the answer already. 

It was always a ramen diet for Jungkook when you were away...  

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:flll

[juniper-daisy]

-let's start with something simple-

By All Means

(John "Jigsaw" Kramer / Reader)

You're a Jigsaw apprentice. The newest addition to this twisted family. You want to take control of a new game, but he hasn't let anyone control the games but him since Amanda started rigging them. You do everything to prove that you can do it, so he lets you put someone in a trap you designed. Some things take a turn when he shoves you into the trap while the two of you are preparing it.

Warnings: All of my stuff is going to have so much smut that you probably won't even need a warning if you're reading it any of my work. For this one, I will say there is a lot of gore and pretty rough/forceful things going on. Not to mention some razors making some cuts.

Anyways, enjoy you kinky bitches ;)

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"Why can't I just do this one thing? This one game all under my control. That's ALL I want." You had been begging John to let you take the lead on the newest game. A man who had been stealing from a high end company with his coworkers. He would be going through rooms with his coworkers and in one he had to find a key in a pile of coins before the timer ran out and he was sealed in. You knew you'd be able to set this up perfectly. Hell, you might have even been able to say you were better at this kind of stuff than Mark Hoffman himself, who had been assisting John long before you had ever been put into a trap.

What was your trap, you may ask? It was simple. You had just gotten out of a psych ward from an almost successful suicide attempt. It was so clear to John and everyone around you that you didn't value your life. You even knew it. Before you could get out of the parking garage, someone attacked you wearing a pig mask and a cloak. When you woke up, nothing but razor wire surrounded you. You could've jumped into the razors, but being in the psych ward and getting the help you needed made it clear that maybe you were supposed to live. That was, after all, Jigsaw's whole philosophy. Those who don't appreciate life do not deserve life. You beat the trap in just under 2 hours by outsmarting it. There was a decent gap between the razor wire and the floor. You could crawl under, but risk your back being completely shredded by the time you got out. You'd be lucky to even be alive at the end of it, but if you got out you'd be "reborn." In doing so, and after miraculously making it to the hospital, you were visited by John asking you to become his apprentice.

"I won't allow it. For all I know, you could very easily do exactly what Amanda did. I don't want a man walking through a game with nothing but dead ends." He was right, Amanda did rig them, but you were nothing like her. Surely you had proven that to him by the numerous traps you assisted him in.

"You and I both know I'm nothing like her. I actually listen and obey, I do as I'm told and I don't overreact. I also have zero interest in making anyone suffer as much as they have to in their trap." You felt defeated. You knew he'd never let you run your own game. You did obey him, though. Every order he made, you did without question. You were convinced that deep down you had feelings for the man. Nothing romantic, his romantic life had been over the moment him and Jill had split. John did things to you when you were in the same room. The gentle brushes past you sped your heart, the innocent times he'd touch your shoulder and look over your work sent butterflies everywhere possible in your body. By now in your relationship you though surely he had noticed you staring at him every once in a while.

"I said no. End of discussion. You either help me set up these traps for the game or you show yourself out. I won't deal with you if you can't listen to me now of all times you could've ignored me and my teachings."

This shut you up. Not only that, but an unexplainable heat spread through you like a wildfire. You got back to work, though, ignoring the burning in your body. Ignoring the need for Jigsaw himself.

It's as though he could smell the list in you once you saw him glance in your direction and scoff. It was either that or he was showing his disappointment, but that's what you didn't want to believe. In your state the thought of him knowing you wanted him made being in the same room with him bearable, but if it had been disappointed you would've ran out of that room nearly in tears.

Before you knew it, almost every Jigsaw apprentice was in the room to prepare for the next game. Mark took his spot next to John himself, Amanda stationed on the other side of John, but further out at a separate desk. He was annoyed by her more recently because of her rigging work so she sat at a safe distance. Gordon was next to you, he had taken on the friend role since no one else particularly liked you. Jason was at work, it's the only place he ever really was because he knew his moment to shine and that was years from now.

The first time you spoke out of turn during the meeting was to point out a loophole. It resulted in a slap across the cheek. The sting ignited the same flame that was burning inside only moments before. No one had ever known how much you were driven over the edge from pain. It did things to you that a gentle touch could never. The second time you spoke out if turn, John demanded Gordon drive a dagger into your flesh, a spot that wouldn't do any serious damage and would teach you a lesson. Blood poured out of the wound while everyone got back to work. The meeting proceeded as usual.

The last time you spoke, John grabbed you by the hair and practically dragged you out of the room. You were taken into a room fairly far from the meeting. You knew you'd probably scream and he didn't want anyone to hear your punishment. You reached the door, and as he pulled it open with one hand, the other threw you in. A trap sat in the middle of the room unfinished. John closed the door and walked to you, leaning down to your level and putting his hand around your throat. A death grip with no point of fighting against it.

"You want so badly to speak out if turn and be heard, well I'm hearing you now. If you want to disobey me and run your own game, you'll do this first. Complete this trap and find someone to put in it. The catch? Finish it while I stand here watching. I need to make sure you make no mistakes or this can go horribly wrong for your victim and you will no longer have a place to call home. You will no longer have this family. So... By all means."

He released you and you immediately got to work. You checked the plans, the mechanics, the gears and bolts, and began putting it together. Anxiety flowed through you, afraid you would mess up and be kicked to the streets that he saved you from. You used to see him as a father figure. The one you never had. You wanted to be as great as him, able to give people that will to survive and a new look on life and still cease to be caught by the police and brought to "justice." Once he started showing his hostility towards you, no longer seeing you as a student but as a burden, things changed. You only swooned. You wanted him to take that aggression out on you.

Little did you know, he did notice you. He saw the looks of lust in your eyes. He could very much see the stiffened movements when he passed, and not of fear, but of desire. Not to mention how you wouldn't let out a breath when he was close until you knew you had calmed that desire for him. He played with it all, used it to his advantage. To him he was not only teasing you, but making sure you were becoming sharper on your feet and more observant to better the traps. Both parties were benefiting.

A couple hours had passed and you finally finished the trap. You turned to look for any sign of approval from John, but as soon as you did he shoved you into the trap. Two cuffs full of razor wire were closed down onto your wrists. Your thighs and ankles both restrained with leather straps. If you failed to get out of the cuffs, two saws came from the sides of your legs to saw off your knee caps. Your legs fought against the straps, but it was no use. You wouldn't be able to get out of them no matter how much you struggled. You had a ten minutes to get your wrists out and free your legs before the saws cut through skin and knee cap.

"This was never meant for a vic. It was meant for me."

"Correct. If you started reading the fine print you would've seen exactly who it was for. It was in my notes." John walked away to start the machine and timer. As it started counting down, the sense of thrill and adrenaline hit. You had to get out.

Before a hand could come close to being freed, John walked back to you with a pair of scissors. They cut up on the fabric of your shirt, exposing your entire torso. It had been your favorite shirt and you never wore anything under it, you got a lot more looks with it on. The shirt itself was a spaghetti strap crop top with a maroon velvet fabric. It was a shame it was ruined now. The scissors started at your pants next, cutting down from bottom of the zipper to just past the crotch. You knew exactly where this was doing. He sat the scissors down at the table just a few feet away. When John returned to you, his fingers instantly explored your body, his soft hands running across your skin and over your hardened nipples. He took in the sight of the helpless girl in front of him, willing to bend to his every touch. His fingers reached down and pulled your black lace panties and started sliding his fingers through your heat. They were immediately coated with your wetness making John groan. Your body flinched, finally feeling his fingers touch you in ways you had only been able to imagine for the longest time.

"Careful, you are still in a trap. The wrong move and those pretty little wrists of yours slice. Is that what you want, kitten? To be sliced open like the blood whore you are?"

He pumped his fingers into you. Slow at first to get a feel of your tight wet cunt, but increasing speed after relishing in how tight you were. They slid in and out of you without a problem. They filled you perfectly, as though you were made for his fingers. The pleasure you were feeling was incredible. Pain, pleasure, adrenaline, and fear. Fear because during all of this, you were still in a trap, and with only five minutes remaining. You positioned yourself to pull your wrist out of the first cuff while fighting the pleasure shooting through your body. As soon as it was free you couldn't help but grab John's hand and grind down on it, making sure he was hitting all of those sweet spots that drove you crazy.

With two and a half minutes left, you quickly pulled your wrist out if the other cuff, just in time for the timer to almost end. You wouldn't be able to get your ankle straps undone in time so you did the next best thing. You undid the thigh straps and used the plates of steel you were against to hang on and bend your legs. The timer came to an end and the saws shot under the bend of your legs. In doing so, you'd only be forcing John's fingers further inside you.

"Smart girl." He worked his fingers into your g-spot, hitting it so perfectly. The pleasure from him and the spike of your adrenaline and fear hitting made you cum. Hard. His fingers coated heavily with your juices. When he pulled them out they made their way to your mouth. "Now suck." Your tongue wrapped around his fingers, swirling to collect anything you may have left on them. Once they were cleaned, he left you to turn the trap off. The saws powdered down and he helped you undo the ankle straps.

You fell into him breathing like you'd run out of oxygen any second. He lifted you and pressed you to the metal plate behind you. He wasn't done with you. You wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and the other went to the metal plate where you had been holding on before. His fingers inserted you yet again. This time, he fingered you faster and harder than before. One hand working inside you while the other squeezed and spanked your ass. You came yet again, this time soaking your pants with your squirt. John dropped to his knees to make you cum yet again but with his tongue. It worked inside you, lapping and sucking all of your juices up like nothing you've seen before. He was eager to taste you. He'd spit on your clit, using his fingers to spread it all over you and coat your insides, fingering you until you almost came again then go back to eating you. It was a routine at this point. You were practically begging him to let you cum, moaning as loud as you could.

"Oh, please let me cum. I can't do it anymore. Let me cum, Sir." You gasped. It had been so long since you were able to call anyone that. You didn't even know if he liked the title or if it would anger him. He moaned into your pussy, the small vibrations nearly sending you over the edge. He looked up to you, locking eye contact, nodding to tell you to cum. And you did. Not one part of you held back as you released the beast inside. The orgasm washed over you like a hurricane. The world went blank and your vision went black. A wave of your juices squirted out. All over John, the mechanism below you (the saws that could've very easily killed you), but it felt so good. A cry came from you.

"OH, YES!! FUCK, SIR IT FEELS SO GOOD!! OH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME CUM. Ugh, I hope I was a good little slut for you." At this point your words nor his would shock you. It felt too natural.

"That's it babygirl. You were such a good slut for your Daddy. Such a good kitten. This is the kind of obedience I need. Obey me and you get rewards. Go against me and you get punishments. Do I make myself clear, kitten?"

"Yes, Sir."

When John finally released his hold on you, your body slumped almost instantly. He caught you and carried you to your room. On the way you passed Amanda and Hoffman. She looked pissed, jealous even. Hoffman only smirked at you as an almost congratulations for finally getting the scene you wanted with John. He had known about your feeling for John long before John even realized. He noticed all of the lustful stares and daydreaming when John was ever in the room.

Your dreams were nothing but John that night. Endless fucking during your slumber. You awoke too many times to the wetness you had caused in your sleep, having to change way more than you were happy with. All in all, you were way too satisfied with the day. Maybe you should act out more often. Piss him off so he'll punish you... By all means.

#Jigsaw #John Kramer #John Kramer/Reader #John Kramer #Saw Smut #Horror Smut #Gore #Mature #Serial Killer #Trigger Warning

[astrablossom]

Genderbend Obey Me Headcanons/Ideas Including Undateables NSFW

Um obey me fandom where is the genderbend content or futa stuff? Where is it? I guess sometimes you just have to do things on your own.

The art is beautiful but it's so limited 😭 lemme add on to the pile. It's just a scramble of ideas I thought of in a flurry. Feel free to request anything from here.

Sizes

Big tiddie gang would involve Lucifer, Beel, and Diavolo. Satan and Asmodeus are honorary members.

Then we have Mammon who is medium, Belphegor who is slightly on the smaller side (although I'm debating giving her cow tits as a joke), and then Leviathan who has a small chest. But there is nothing wrong with that! Appreciate all sizes.

Solomon I can see as medium and the same for Simeon but slightly edging the C cup border. As for Barbatos I'm stuck between honorary big tiddie or medium.

In The Sheets

Fem Lucifer eating out Fem MC sounds about right. No matter what gender Lucifer will have some authority in the sheets. However I can see Lucifer pegging a Male MC or Belphegor rimming Male MC while milking his cock.

Mammon probably got prettier to be honest. Isn't afraid to eat pussy like there is no tomorrow and knows a thing or two because she has debts to pay. I usually don't like making the character's hair longer in genderbend but Mammon with a ponytail looks good. But then again so does short hair.

Mammon in a playboy bunny costume hits different. Would absolutely get flustered if you're near her. The zipper is directly above her crotch so maybe you can have some fun time later. Just imagine her getting flustered above you as you lick her swollen clit.

Should I maybe write a Stripper AU with Mammon? You as an normal customer and eventually you two go in the back room.

Big tiddie Diavolo remains the same except now with a pussy. I'm cackling as I type this. Can you imagine Fem Diavolo just eating out Fem Lucifer like the finest cuisine in the Devildom? Yes I can.

Diavolo can pick you up like a ragdoll. Will coo about how cute you are in her lap or how great you are when you try to eat her out. The future queen is amazing in the sheets. And so are her thighs.

Beel is still muscular and can bench press you. You can sit on her back while she does workouts. How does it feel having a beautiful girlfriend? I feel Beel is confident in her body but the size difference is iconic. If you got a dick you're practically sliding yourself into a cave (that's a good thing). Very happy when you make her food and you avert your eyes when food lands between her chest. Eats pussy like the champ she is.

Belphegor is still bratty and lazy as ever. If you get easily flustered and she hates humans still she'll probably push you into her chest or worst Lucifer's. I feel she might be more sadistic and tends to trail her fingers around your body. Will make you do all the work but tends to wake you up when she fucks you in your sleep. If you got a vagina be prepared to not be able to walk.

Asmodeus is still lewd as ever and very touchy grabby with you. Asks you to use her chest as a pillow. Complains that her tiddies are too big and asks if you'll hold them for her. A big switch in the bed. She can have you begging for release or she can be underneath you screaming your names to the heavens.

And yes Asmodeus is still pinning for Simeon. Once she tackled Simeon in the hallway and wouldn't let go of her hips. Simeon was rather embarrassed by the encounter and got more flustered when Lucifer broke it up.

Simeon as well is just drop dead gorgeous and when Lucifer sees her again she remembers. Gets extremely annoyed when left with Simeon but not because she doesn't enjoy the company. Simeon is still reserved but those hips don't lie. If alone Lucifer will try to lure the angel into her bedroom. Will introduce Simeon to a whole new world of pleasure.

If Simeon has that "men should be with women and vice versa" mentality she will change her mind after being in the Devildom. I can also see her trying not to moan when in bed. With you she is still very vanilla, however very different when drunk.

Completely embarrassed and horrified when shown a video of her grinding on the future Queen who has such a smug look on her face. When she goes to apologize but Diavolo is smiling and is like “you weren’t apologizing last night my dear”

Leviathan is a tricky one. Would probably be envious of you if you had big tiddies. I'm debating if I should make Levi the big chest otaku but I guess both works fine. If she sees you staring at her sisters too long she'll invite into her room for games. Very sweaty and nervous but will push you down and you see in her eyes how they dilate. She's watched lots of anime so she knows what to do, also a quick learner.

Scissoring sounds great to be honest. But maybe ask her to fuck herself with her tail too, will cum all over her anime sheets.

If you're packing down below she'll hold it with one hand mumbling about how it's not fair and tries her best to please you.

Eat her out while she's playing video games and you'll feel her tail wrapping around you.

Satan would probably lure you into her room and away from her sisters. Once you're in there you are hers. Will absolutely call you kitten and have you fuck her while reading a book with the strongest poker face in history. One time you pissed her off so badly she made you get on your hands and knees and used you as a stool. Belphegor took photos.

Satan fresh out the shower and still wet will move close to you and whisper disgusting things in your ears to get you riled up.

Would also use a strap on but might find a spell to change her sex for a bit to feel the real deal. If you're a dude she might swap sexes with you. Solomon might do this too.

Solomon is very keen on observation and will simply rely on intuition to make you feel good. Under those robes of hers is a body that knows pleasure far too well.

You should've seen her face when Asmodeus did it with her the first time. Asmo introduced her to lots of stuff that day. You wouldn't know it but Solomon has uncontrolled aheago expressions.

Scissoring is a thing for you both. And when you cum you cum hard. Solomon will flick your nub. Managed to convince Levi in a threesome with you both and it was great.

Now let's talk about having both parts. I guess the anime term would be futanari so let us go with that.

Futa Ideas

Diavolo maybe convincing that her cock does not bite and you suck her off the best you can. I find it a bit funny if she fucks a Male MC and is moaning about breeding him and he's like he can't get pregnant. And then Diavolo gives him a shit eating grin.

In the anime Interspecies Reviewers the angel had both parts so maybe Simeon has both parts? I can see this for normal Simeon as well. Covers her mouth if you suck her dick and lets out a very loud and lewd moan.

If Asmo manages to fuck her she'll whisper in her ears that it's okay as she takes Simeon's virginity. This could work with normal Simeon as well.

Barbatos can probably take Diavolo in one go if she's needy but for some reason no one can make Diavolo cum like Barbatos can. When she slides into Barbatos from behind she'll finger Diavolo ass as she plows down. Her size is very impressive for her overall body.

I would really like to write something with a sex change focusing on Satan. If Satan is fucking you with your own dick she might say "what's it like being fucked by your own dick?"

Mammon getting extremely turned on as you rub your dicks together. Will probably face fuck you upside down on the bed and bottoms out in your throat.

Belphegor will use you as a cockwarmer.

Beelzebub would be shocked if can take her but will get extremely happy if you decorate her with whipped cream and cherries.

Leviathan and Belphegor's sex drives increase a bit and they often are masturbating when they aren't busy. I have a few ideas concerning them.

Lucifer would probably face fuck you. And would probably coax Simeon into face fucking her when given the chance.

That's all I got! If you have any ideas concerning genderbend or request feel free to drop some in the ask.

And feel free to write stuff based off these headcanons, no one is stopping you lol.

Stay safe!

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[pixie88]

Mrs. Evans

Chapter 14 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t uploaded anything new in the last week or so but I have about 6 drafts on Wattpad waiting to be transferred over. I’m hoping this chapter has been worth the wait for you guys! Thanks for being patience with me! I hope you like it.

If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know! I hate to annoy people with tags.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Word Count: 2062

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

5 Weeks later

Laila is just finishing her last client of the day when her phone PINGS.

She shook her head.

Ever since that night he had picked her up from Nikki's he will not let her walk home in the evenings by herself. No matter how many times she had told him that she was fine with walking home, he'd be outside the shop waiting for her to finish at the end of her shift.

15 Minutes later

"Laila, your boyfriend is here!" Daniel calls over "OK, I'm just finishing up Mrs. Evans" she smiles up at her in the mirror.

Mrs. Evans has been one of Laila loyal clients, when she has move salons Mrs. Evans has always followed. She has to get 2 buses to get to this salon, Laila has offered to do her hair at home, but she says she likes coming to the salon as it gets her out of the house. Even though she shouldn't, Laila always charges her less than the salons prices, but unbeknownst to Mrs. Evans Laila makes up the difference through her tips.

"I'll finally get to meet this boyfriend of yours, Laila" she whispers, Mrs. Evans has a glint in her eyes "Hang on a minute! Is that why you asked for a late appointment? I've told you that he walks me home, haven't I!?" Mrs. Evans giggles "Mrs. Evans! That is sneaky!" she narrows her eyes at her with a smirk "Laila, How many times do I have to tell you it's Ivie!" Laila leans in and whispers "I know but my boss says it's unprofessional to call clients by their first names" Ivie huffs.

"Right, all done!" she gets up from the seat and hands Laila some money "There's a little extra in there to take this boyfriend for a drink" she whispers, Laila tuts "You didn't have to do that!" she isn't having any of it "Now where is he?" Laila walks her to the reception desk.

Daniel knows the drill to take the money from Laila once she has gone.

He's sat down when he saw her, his face lights up. He gets up from his seat "Mrs. Evans..I mean Ivie, this is my boyfriend Harry Taylor..Harry this is my client of..." it takes her a moment to think "11 years Mrs. Ivie Evans" he offers her his hand and a bright smile, "It's a pleasure Mrs. Evans" she smiles at him "Oh please call me Ivie. Nice to meet you Harry!" she shook his hand "Isn't he handsome Laila! He has dimples too, they say you will never be without a girlfriend if you have dimples!" Harry chuckles "Well thank you, Ivie! I bet you have broken a few hearts in your time"

Ivie blushes "I like him, Laila!" they are interrupted by the sound of a car horn "Oh, that will be my grandson! He's giving me a lift home, Laila can you book me in for 8 weeks time just text me a time. It was nice meeting you Harry, you better take care of her or I'll be after you!" Laila hides a laugh "Don't worry I will. Nice to meet you to Ivie" Harry tells her as she leaves the shop she waves over to Laila.

Once she is out of sight Laila hands Daniel the money Ivie had given her "She's paid £15?" Daniel asks "She said she put some money in there for me to get my boyfriend a drink" Laila says as she empties her tip jar and hands Daniel the extra fiver "I don't know why you don't just ask her to pay the extra tenner" Daniel shook his head "Because I've been doing her hair for years and she's a pensioner"

Harry looks at her confused "Laila, only charges Mrs. Evans £10 for haircut and makes up the difference through her tips" Daniel tells him "Ten pounds difference right?" Harry asks, pulling out his wallet and sticking a tenner in Laila tip jar "Harry!" she pulls it out and hands it back to him, he holds up his hands refusing to take it back "Harry! You can't do that!"

He shrugs his shoulders "I just did and I didn't know about the tip system last time, so call it a late tip!" She huffs "Plus, she did say to you to get your boyfriend a drink!" He winks "Fine!" She pockets Harry's tip and the rest of the jar.

She helps Daniel lock up before leaving for the day, Harry links his fingers through hers "How long have you been doing that for Ivie?" Harry asks her as they walk home "Since I moved to this salon! My other boss didn't mind, but Dave wasn't having any of it" Harry smiles at her "You know you are terribly sweet and soft! But it's also super adorable!" she rolled her eyes at him.

After Poppy told him five weeks ago about Laila's birthday, he confirmed it with Alec that it was in 6 weeks on 5th August. She will be 31, Rem had given him a few present ideas all of them, he knew she would gone nuts, it had to be something sentimental. It took him a few days, but he came up with the perfect gift for her.

~*~*~*~

A couple of days later

Harry stayed at Laila's for the night, as it was her birthday the next day. Her parents were having a do at theirs, they had invited Harry's family, but his parents were on holiday in Rome. Rose offered to for them to flight back, but Harry told them it was fine. Surprisingly Colin suggested they would take the couple out for a meal when they got back to have belated birthday celebrations.

Once Laila fell asleep, Harry managed to sneak down to his car and decorate the flat with balloons, party streamers and banners. He popped the flowers he had bought in a vase with her card, present and small birthday cake in front of the bouquet.

He crept back into bed.

The next morning he woke before her, she was laying on her side with her back towards him. He pulled her towards his chest, she began to stir, he had an idea. His lips kissed just below her ear, his hand slips into her underwear and moves to part her folds "Hmmm..." she hums. He brushes against her clit, her breathing becomes heavy.

His muscular frame surrounded her, he pulls the straps of her top down replacing them with kisses. He only has to stroke over her a couple times before her centre is soaked "Hmm....what a way to be woken up!" He smirks against her shoulder, his lips press against her ear "Happy birthday gorgeous!"

He places a small kiss against her pulse line as 2 fingers enter her, he watches her bite her lip, she pushes the curves of her arse against him and she begins to grind her curves against his crotch. He backs away "Ah ah! Today is about you!"

She huffs, he wants her just as much but today is about her. His pace quickens, her hand reaches up behind her and clutches his hair. She throbs with pleasure, a hot frenzy threads through her body to her core and as he enters another finger inside her while his thumb press onto her clit. Her eyes drift shut as she bucked her hips, legs begin to shake as he curled his long digit inside her and stroked all the right places.

She's barely holding back, the edge in near and she is more than ready to fall over it. Her clutch on his hair tightens as she hits her climax, calling out his name but before she's down from her high, he flips her onto her back, pulls off her underwear and his lips are against her apex. His tongue parts her fold "Harry, wha...what are you doing?" She feels him smirk against her core, he lifts his head a little to look up at her "Making you come in every way possible!" she doesn't get to reply before his mouth is back against her centre.

A little later

Both spent, trying to catch their breath, they collapse back against the mattress. Her head rests on his rising chest "That was one way to wake me up!" he chuckles "Get your pajamas on, I have another surprise for you," she reaches for her underwear and she grabs his t-shirt pulling over herself. "I'm going to have to cover your eyes for this part" He moves behind her, in just his boxers. His hands, cover her eyes, he guilds her into the living room he decorated the night before.

He removes his hands, her eyes refocus as she looks around the room "Wow! This is lovely!" she turns and captures his lips, he smirks "That's not all!" he points over to the dining room table, where her presents are. "You didn't have to get me anything!" he chuckles "I wanted to" she walks over and opens her card. The front reads *Happy birthday to my beautiful girlfriend*

"Open the smaller present first," he tells her, she opens the smaller one. It's a small compact mirror, she looks at him confused, he flips it over and in permanent marker it says *Your dare is to get a kiss from who you think is the most attractive person in the room* she laughs remembering this was his dare he had asked her to help him with at the stag weekend. She pulls his lips to hers, he smirks against them "At least this time you didn't tell me to kiss my own reflection" they both laugh.

"Open the other one!" she turns to the last present, she opens the box inside is a silver locket "Harry...It's...beautiful!" he smiles "Just like the one your Great Nan had?" she takes a closer look, its very simpler "It is!?" he smirks "After you told me how much you loved it. I asked Remy to get a photo of it from your parents, but that's not all look inside and check out the back of it" she flips it over.

Engraved on the back are the words and the date she asked him to be her boyfriend *I love you x 12/06/20* she opens it up and the photo is the one he took of them together on top o2 arena. She rushes him, her arms wrap round him "Thank you so much! Honestly the best present ever!" he's glad she likes it "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. You go and get in the shower and I'll cook us up some breakfast" she places a soft kiss against his lips and makes her way towards the bedroom.

Her phone is vibrating against the bedside table, she swipes the screen, she laughs as she shook her head at her friends.

After her shower, Harry serves up her breakfast waffles and fruit, he even lights a candle on the birthday cake "What did you wish for?" he asks "A new boyfriend," she teases him, but soon regrets it when he begins to tickle her "Ahh!" she screams "What did you say, Laila?" he loves hearing her laugh "OK, I was joking! The only boyfriend I want is you" he stops "Good! The feeling is mutual, Princess"

Laila meets Nikki outside her work "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Nikki screeched at her before wrapping her arms around her friend, "Thank you! But I can't breathe" Nikki loosens her grip "What did Harry get you?" Laila lifts her locket to show her "Oh wow! Laila! That's gorgeous!" they head in for their appointment with Daniel.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 15.

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#atb #Always The Bridesmaid #fictional #original writing #Original Work #original story #@pixie88 #harry x laila

[aj-writes-here]

may i request one where levi's s/o gets jealous over something, so they argue but end up having make up sex? i-

I just finished this one, and I hope you like how it turned out! Remember that if you have any comments, if it is too long, if you like it, if you didn’t, feel free to send anything!🤗 Also, this was the last request I had pending so if you want to request something else, go ahead. And btw I’m only doing Levi requests (HC and scenarios) at the moment, so that’s pretty much all I have to say😅

Only You (NSFW)

Who the hell had the idea of accepting the two newly transferred people? That guy Marlo seemed like a nice someone, but surprisingly the girl who arrived with him was not Hitch. And damn y/n wish it was Hitch instead of that new reckless girl. Since she arrived, her eyes were always on the Captain, and even y/n had heard her spitting some comments about 'how hot he was, with that cold stare and attitude' but for more than she wanted it, y/n couldn't answer back, in the end, her relationship with Levi was still an unknown fact for the cadets, only Hanji and Erwin were aware of that. And they were conscious of how Carla, the newly arrived cadet had her eyes laid on Levi. How could a squad leader be jealous of a younger girl who was a real headache? She was loud, annoying, narcissist and she was always saying she was better than the rest but... She was good. She had incredible skills, good with the ODM, at fighting. That's why Carla she had made it into Levi's squad.  

The truth is, that y/n was not someone jealous, she trusted Levi with her life and she knew he had no eyes for someone else. She was everything for him and he had told her that several times, but this new girl was getting on her nerves. It wasn't the first time Carla had obvious actions and everyone would notice her, that day after training was a clear example. She had 'troubles' at taking off her straps, the one on her right thigh. Or the time after an expedition when y/n saw Levi carrying her in bridal style because she had a 'sprained ankle',  or when she had stuck to him on cleaning day. Until then, she was just an annoying brat.

After an expedition, Levi's horse tripped and he ended up with slightly injured and with a discomfort feeling on his back, fortunately, nothing was broken and probably just a bruise. At the moment they were back inside the walls, y/n went to check on him to the infirmary, peaking his head just a bit, she saw  Carla was already there, using her hands to touch his back while he was trying to put his cravat back on, how was she so brave to be there, touching the Captain's back? y/n heard how he told her to go away in his style, and when Carla was out of the room, she spoke to her friend awaiting for her outside the infirmary.

—One week and the almighty Captain will be between my legs—Blinking an eye, she kept walking.

—Good luck trying—y/n answered back to herself, knowing the true meaning behind her words.  

She was trying not to even think about that girl. As said before, she was not someone jealous, but whenever she joined Levi on expeditions made her emotions react. That same day after dinner y/n went back to her room, the same room she shared with Levi. Taking a deep breath, she made her way in. Not wanting to argue, she just remained silent and went to her room to remove her straps, Levi noticed she seemed tired so he just focused on his cup of tea watching her moves. Once y/n was back where Levi was, he decided to break the silence.

—Oi, can you check my back? It feels fucking annoying—Standing up and taking his shirt off, he was surprised by his lover's words.

—Why don't you ask Carla to help you?—y/n had sworn she was not going to snap but she did. Damn her loose tongue.

—Is that why you've been acting weird all day? Don't be ridiculous, y/n.

—Ugh, come on. She's with you all day long. And if that was not enough, you ask her to join you on expeditions.

—Because she's good and she knows what she does, brat. That's the only reason.  And you know that in open fields it's better to keep the bests soldiers in different places. You're one of the bests, I need you covering other areas.

—That doesn't explain why she was touching you today—She gave him a fake smile, jealousy being more obvious than ever. y/n stood up to face Levi.

—So you were there—He lifted an eyebrow with the same boring expression on his face— At the moment I felt her filthy hand on my back, I told her to go away. And besides, I'm dating you, aren't I?

—She even told one of her friends you would be between her legs in one week—y/n rolled her eyes and walked away from Levi, she was trying to control her emotions, but it was hard to do.

—She's a brainless brat—He turned over and he was looking at her one more time—How long have you been stressing yourself out about this?

—A few weeks—She drifted her eyes away from his face, maybe she overreacted but she couldn't help it.

—Tch, you've been an idiot then. How could you think I would be interested in her?—He asked while walking towards her, leaving no space between her back and his desk—And just for your information, brat, the only legs I will be in between will be yours.

In that very same second, y/n felt a shiver running down her spine. She didn't even have the time to think because Levi took her by her hips and sat her over his desk, starting to kiss her neck. And she was not going to deny it, she loved it when he acted like that. His lips moved to her mouth, whispering.

—I don't want anyone but you, do you get it?—Again, he kissed her deeply for a few seconds. Moving back to her sensitive neck he articulated his words one more time— You are the only one I love and the only one I want to be with, brat.

y/n felt the wetness dampening the fabric of her panties, how the fuck could he turn her on so fast? He used both of his hands to grip her shirt and tear it firmly, making the buttons jump somewhere in the room. Yes, he had just ripped her shirt with no mercy.

Holding her by the sides of her torso, he set her on the floor, so he could get rid of her pants, and after touching his thighs all the way up, y/n sat on the desk on her own, comprehending his signs. Levi moved closer to her, and when she was about to kiss her he pulled away just to tease her, and slipped one finger on her panties, smiling internally when he felt how wet she was. He left a trail of kisses from her neck to her stomach, kneeling in front of her. Using his hands to spread her legs a little more he kissed the inner part of her thigs, knowing how much that drove her crazy.  Apparently, Levi was in the mood for ripping her clothes because this time her panties were the victim. Without giving her time to think, he used his tongue to lick along her entrance, making her moan and she gripped his hair tightly in her hand, bucking up her hips against him as a reflect. Levi eating her out was complete torture and y/n knew it, the movements of his tongue were slow, tasting every single space of her.  He grabbed her by her hips and dragged her closer to his face giving complete attention to her sensitive clit, flicking his tongue against it. y/n tugged his head against her, feeling her entire body on fire because of his attentions. She laid her head back letting out a loud moan, and that response only encouraged Levi to go faster. While all of his concentration was on her clit, he decided to use two of his fingers to go inside her, moving them rapidly. Levi was already uncomfortable at the feeling of his hardened length inside his pants, henceforth he used his free hand to touch his erection over the fabric trying to relieve the sensation. A loud moan escaped y/n mouth, claiming she was close. Bad idea. Levi was a tease and he loved it, so when he felt her walls clenching around his thin fingers he took them out, also stoping the movements of his mouth.

y/n cursed him and took him by his shirt to give him a heated kiss at the same time he used his sharp hand to take off her bra, exposing her breasts.

Eagerly, y/n laid one of her hands on his crotch, moaning on his mouth when she felt how hard he was already. A gasp left Levi's lips as he spoke.

—You are the only one who can provoke this—He said harshly—

—You have no idea how happy it makes me—Smiling against his lips, she unzipped his pants so she could touch it over his boxers.

—I can tell—Levi answered with a low voice, reaching for her lips one more time.

He only stopped touching her to put his pants and underwear down, suppressing a moan when y/n grabbed his shaft on her hand, stroking him slowly. Levi moved her closer to the edge of the desk, and knowing what was next, y/n laid her hands on the piece of wood as he aligned himself on her wet entrance.

Pushing his hips forward, y/n threw her head back, closing her eyes at the feeling. Her hands left the desk and they found a place on Levi's neck and shoulders, she needed to hold on to something while he was thrusting in and out of her. The pace was slow but his lunges were hard, he kissed her jaw as he kept moving his hips against her cursing under his breath at how tight she felt around him. y/n looked for his mouth, kissing him deeply and moaning over his mouth. Her hands were moving with complete freedom on his back, digging her nails from time to time.

When their lips were far away from each other, Levi laid his forehead on her shoulder and softly grunting on her skin, he was beyond gone in pleasure. His hands were touching her thigs as he started pounding faster into her.

—Fuck, Levi—She claimed his name with no shame— Just like that, keep going.

She uttered with a hectic voice, digging her nails even harder in his back and wrapping her legs around his waist so he could go deeper into her.

Even though Levi had great self-control, right now it was hard to achieve it, and right now he didn't care. He was not teasing her, or testing her limits. He was showing her that there was no other than her, that all of his affection, love, passion, and craving belong to her. And so did he.

Levi looked at her, loving all of her expressions. Her messed hair, that thin layer of sweat that was starting to cover her forehead, all of her. Damn,  she was perfect. He felt his lower stomach starting to knot up, he dug his fingers on her skin as he was feeling closer to release. y/n was not behind either, she could feel electricity running down her spine, feeling how her walls were clenching around his dick at the same time he was twitching inside her. Accelerating the rhythm of his thrusts, y/n could feel how she was falling from heaven when her climax took over her, letting out a loud moan from her mouth. Just a few seconds later Levi's body was on complete ecstasy, meeting his end on a release that made him shiver, a strangled groan coming out of his throat. Once he stopped his now slower movements, his forehead was still laying on her shoulder as they both tried to gain their breath back. y/n hold him tightly against her naked body.

—Oi, is it clear now that I just want you, brat?—Levi asked, moving his gaze to her reddish face.

—Very much—She replied with a lazy smile, cupping his cheek with her hand and kissing him.

—I love you, idiot. Only you—Levi laid his hand on her cheek and caressed her cheekbone, kissing her again. He could never get enough of her lips.

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After taking a shower together, y/n changed into her sleep clothes, her shorts and one of Levi's shirts. She was about going to bed when a knock on the door stopped her actions, and since Levi was still in the bathroom, it was her who opened the door.

—Goodnight, Capt—The provocative face the girl had, turned to one of panic at seeing y/n.

—Carla?—She asked, eyes wide open.

—Squad Leader y/n. I-I—She couldn't find the words to say, and her face turned paler when she saw Levi leaving the bathroom only with a towel around his waist.

—Cadets are supposed to be sleeping at this time—Levi spoke— Get out of here before I make you and the rest run laps before the sun comes out.

They couldn't even saw the moment the girl left, she was faster than lightning. Honestly? y/n couldn't help but smile as she was closing the door. Once it was locked, she walked towards Levi.

—Do you realize that tomorrow all of them will be talking about us?—She asked with her eyes lifted and hug him by his lower back.

—It's about time they find out—Levi replied in a relaxed way, giving her a soft gaze after she kissed him.

It was sure that the girl would be telling everyone what she saw, Squad Leader y/n wearing Captain Levi's clothes, and the Captain walking out of the bathroom only wearing a towel. They had been keeping it a secret from the cadets for a year and a half, it was not a bad thing for them to know. Maybe in this way, the rumors about them and the deliberate flirting would cease, but it was clear now for y/n and Levi. They belong to each other, today and always.

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[burnedbyshoto]

Here, kitty, kitty.

Kinktober Day 9 ~ kink: pet play

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing

word count: 2,900

a/n: I apologize for the super late upload, it was a hard day in terms of focusing...... ya but still!!!! enjoy your sleepy purple haired lover you freaks

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When your fiance had called you kitten the very first time, you never expected things to transpire to the way they are now. Kitten was an innocuous nickname, a pet name for you. You just assumed that it was Shinsou’s version of love, babe, or princess. 

The first time he muttered that nickname against your lips, you snorted. You pulled away from his puffy pink lips with the widest grin on your face. “Kitten? What am I? A furry?” You asked as you threw your arms around his shoulders, Shinsou’s tired eyes were annoyed. “Don’t tell me you have a furry kink, or else I don’t think this relationship is going to work, my love.”

He had simply rolled his eyes at you, slamming your mouth against his as he mumbled something about ‘kink-shaming’ him. After that night, you had forgotten about it for the most part. He had, after all, fallen back on the safe names such as baby, and sweetheart. The nickname did not resurface for a solid month until the two of you were drunk out of your minds, bodies stumbling into your apartment. Hands desperate against the fabrics of each other's clothes, on edge to take them off. 

Then with enough confidence to make you smile he groaned out the name kitten. You pulled away, this time not with amusement, but with confusion.

“Why did you call me a kitten?” You ask, your eyes wide in confusion. Your fingers still pulling through his thick purple hair as he presses kisses to your neck. You gasp as he grinds his aroused dick onto your flushed front. He laughs against your skin, his crotch was merciless. 

“Because, kitten,” Shinsou begins. His hand tangling in the locks of your hair as he pulls harshly on them. “You’re mine, and as your owner, I get to call you whatever the fuck I want to.”

Chills flew through your veins as you shudder against him, and his low chuckle makes you moan. Why were you so turned on with just his words? “But am I really yours?” You gasp as your back presses unto the cold wall. 

“Do you want to test that out?”

“N-No…”

“I want you to say, no daddy.”

“No, daddy.”

“Wonderful, kitten.” He growls and drags you away. The rest of the night your body was drunk under his touch, but your mind felt sober as he drilled into you. Calling you kitten as he choked you, your strangled screams of calling him, daddy. It was far too much for you to handle, and you passed out as soon as he drew you in for a cuddle. 

That was almost two years ago, and now, you could safely say that you had adopted his kink quite well. Of course, since that night the two of you indulged more into said kink, and things have definitely gotten kinkier. Toys and costumes had been involved on numerous occasions. Roleplay has even been conducted at some point. It worked well for the two of you, and there was no regret in it coming out the way it did. 

However, today had been a hard day for Shinsou. You knew that as soon as he slipped out of bed this morning. Originally the two of you had this day off of work and were planning on spending the day out and about. 

You shifted as he got out of bed, your eyes heavy with exhaustion as you tried to watch him get ready. He walked back over eventually and placed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back late.” He groaned and you succeed in pulling him back into bed, your tired body holding his. Shinsou’s face pressed against your chest as you hold him. 

“Don’t go.” You moan and he chuckles. 

“I wish, kitten.”

“Tell them you needed to save me. I’ll pretend to be injured.”

A proud smile lines your face as Shinsou chuckles, “Kitten if you’re the one in trouble, I don’t think I’d be strong enough to beat them.”

You scoff as Shinsou finally pulls away from your grasp, a smile on his face as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Alright tiger, go get ‘em.” You whisper as he pinches your cheeks. You sigh from your bed as he stands up and leaves. The front door echoing throughout the house as he left.

The rest of your day had been boring. You were left to your own devices at home. Hell, you even walked to his agency to see if he was available for lunch with you, but the front desk lady profusely apologized as she shook her head. He was in important meetings about his rebranding. Shinsou was not available to talk.

You left back home sighing, a few hours after getting home, your phone buzzed.

My love: sorry, kitten. I heard you came for lunch, maybe next time when these guys stop being idiots.

You chuckled lightly as you stared at your figure in the mirror of your bedroom. Shinsou Hitoshi deserved to be spoiled tonight, and you were going to do everything in your power to make him feel extremely special. Walking over to your closet, you pulled out your simple black box, a smile curling over your features as you opened it.

It took no time for you to change. What you knew to be Shinsou’s favorite black piece secured to your body. It was black lace lingerie, the thong had more fabric in its intricate straps on your hips than the actual thong part. You attached the garter belt to the piece, then rolling thigh high stockings, a dark purple bow attached to the backside of it. You swapped your practical bra for the pieces set. It was also a black lace bra. It supported your breasts, pushing them up slightly to enhance the swell of it. Your hands adjusting the way they sat when you had it fastened.

It was a great set.

Grabbing two final pieces from the box, you walked over to your vanity mirror. Sitting down you pulled out your makeup. You knew you had around an hour until Shinsou would be back, most likely on time since he did not wish to be at work today. You looked over your makeup and began applying to your face. Making sure to not overdo it, you were sure that the way nights typically went, you didn’t want all of it being rubbed off on the pillowcases.

You gradually smoothed over the tinted makeup, applying the colors on your face to make everything pop in the way that brought out your features the best way. You smiled, appreciating how your face glowed in your reflection. With a confident nod, you grabbed the final pieces. 

A shiver trailed down your spine as the cold purple leather collar wrapped around your neck. It was always a bit too tight around your throat, something Shinsou enjoyed very much. He claimed it made face fucking you that much more intense. Clearing your throat, you nodded. The bell on the collar tingling slightly as you moved to the side, grabbing the final piece to your outfit.

You place the cat ears headband into place. Your eyes concentrated on your head as you adjusted it so that it sat nicely in place. You hoped it wouldn’t fall off as it did last time. 

Taking your favorite lipstick from its holder, you glide the wax against your lips. Your bottom lip dropping as you did so. You smack your lips together, a habit that refuses to die, as you place the lipstick down. A smile on your face as you brush your hair over your shoulder. Your fingers tangle in your hair as you stare at your reflection, a small pout on your face as you entertain yourself.

It’s working as your grin widens, but you shriek when arms wrap around you. A warm back pressing into your backside.

“You’re looking hot as hell.” The husky voice of Shinsou interrupted your panic. “You’re not supposed to be here yet!” You exclaim as you suddenly feel very, very embarrassed. As if you had been caught stealing his favorite food.

“Mm, I was able to sneak away early,” Shinsou stated, a proud smirk on his face as he presses his cheek against your neck. His hands gripping your waist immediately. “But why this get up kitten?” He asks, his lips ghosting down the side of your neck.

You lean into his touch, arching against his torso as you moan. “I… um…” You can’t collect your thoughts as he nibbles along your neck. His hips grinding slowly against yours, and your head almost falls backward from this sensation. “I wanted, oh my god, I want to surprise you since you had such a--oh my--long day at work…”

Shinsou’s lips come crashing against yours, and you fully succumb to him. He pulls you up off the chair, and you spin into his arms. You let his hands trail down your back to grasp your ass, and he lifts you up off the floor. Your legs immediately wrapping around him.

“Don’t you know, kitten?” Shinsou asks with a devious smile plastered on his face. “I am always surprised when it comes to you.”

You gasp as his lips are back on yours, and you can’t resist the way your body melts into his own. A whimper in your throat as his cold hands touch your warm body. You groan when he places you on the floor, the bell around your neck tingling with your dismay. “On your hands and knees, kitten. Daddy’s had a long day, and only you can help me.”

Sinking to your hands and feet, Shinsou takes a step back, smiling at your form. His hand rubs the back of his neck as he chuckles, “You are the best, you know that, kitten?”

A smile overcomes your features as you chuckle softly, “I know, my love.”

His eyebrow quirks and he nods his head, “I’ll forgive you just this once because you’re amazing.” Shinsou states and your cheeks flush with your realization of your mistake. 

You nod your head in grace as he reaches out, grabbing your already restricting collar, and you choke as you crawl towards him. Ass up, face looking at him.

“Such a sweet kitten,” Shinsou sighs and you moan as his hand comes down to spank you softly on your ass. You shake softly as your nose brushes against his clothed leg, your eyes still trying to stay on his. “Can you help me out, I’ve had such a terrible day?”

Your head nods eagerly, Shinsou didn’t like you to be verbal unless requested. Your eyes trained on him, and he pushed you so that you sat on your knees. Your legs rubbing together in excitement as Shinsou removed his belt. You breathe hitching as his pants came down alongside his underwear. His impressive cock bouncing at his semi-hard state. “I’ve only been home for so long, kitten, but I’m already hard for you.” You bite down on your lip, resisting the need to speak as Shinsou strokes his length, hot puff of air escaping his mouth as he stepped closer.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” Shinsou grins wickedly as you stretch forward, and his dick enters your mouth.

He groans as your hot mouth envelopes his cock, and you give him kitten licks as you stay still. Waiting for him to have his way with you.

You moan as he steps closer, his hands gripping your hair as his length falls further down your throat. The tip of his cock sliding down your throat. You gag softly against his length as Shinsou slowly starts to rock his hips back and forward into your eager mouth. You widen your mouth as his hips pick up in speed, your cheeks hollowing out to the best of your ability as he thrust away. He curses slightly as he roughens in his pace, and you choke as the collar is now restricting your breathing. 

“Relax, kitten.” Shinsou grunts as his thrusts are rhythmic, and you’re desperate in keeping up, saliva slowly pooling from your mouth as his breathing staggers. His pace quickening.

You moan around his cock, turned on by the fact he was being so harsh with you so quickly and he curses pulling away, “Stand up.” He commands. Panting, still attempting to gather your air, you stumble to your feet, and Shinsou yanks off your panties and garter belt. The belt clatters against the floor, and when the thong hit the floor, he pulls you off your feet. You muffle a scream by shoving your face into his neck as Shinsou has you on his hips, your aroused cunt sinking onto his cock. “I don’t want to hear you moan, or come without being told so.” Shinsou grunts as his hips rotate underneath you, and you slam your face further into his heated skin. The feeling too much, and your throat aching to make noise. “Confirm that you understand, kitten.” He barks, hand slamming against your bare ass.

You nod your head as you bounce on his cock, your eyes clenching as you muffle your moan. “Such a good kitten,” Shinsou sighs as he begins thrusting into you, and you bite down on your lip hard as your back is thrown on a wall. 

Shinsou’s hips are merciless as the pound into you, his typically slow and steady pace long forgotten as you bounce on his hips. Your hands slamming against the wall and clutching his hair as if it would give you some sort of relief. But the pressure of not making any noise it quickly getting to you, your core aching as his hips continue slamming away. It’s too premature, too soon in his action of slamming into you, his fingers only now paying attention to your clit. You choke back a noise as his fingers pinch your clit, a throaty laugh escaping his lips as your head bangs against the wall. 

“You’re doing so well, kitten.” He praises, “Taking my cock so well without even making a noise.”

You nod your head pathetically. You arousal seeming to seep out of you as Shinsou refuses to slow down. Your heaving chest nothing but something for Shinsou to bite onto as you can’t hold back anymore. You shriek out his name and come hard around him. Your walls nicely clenching around his as he stills within you.

Shinsou’s face conflicts with wanting to tease you and to punish you, but as it hardens, you know what he chose. “Well, you disobeyed me, kitten.” Shinsou states, and you groan, covering your face.

A throaty groan leaves your lips as he moves your right leg to the meet your left. All while in you, he moves over to the bed, sitting down with you on his lap. “Now you know what your punishment is, right?” 

Your head nods weakly.

“Good, good.” Shinsou sighs as his hands push your hair to the side. “You don’t get my dick in your pretty pussy anymore.” Your mouth presses into a fine line as you look down to where his dick is clearly in you. “Unless, of course, you can make me cum before your vibrator makes you cum.”

You hiss as he pulls you off his length, your body missing the fullness of having him within you.

You watch with hooded eyes as he grabs the vibrator, bringing it back as he undoes his shirt. “Bra off, kitten.” You follow his command, and sink on you knees, already knowing the position you were needing to take. Shinsou climbs onto the bed and slips the vibrator underneath your aching cunt. You shiver at the cold material, but Shinsou direct’s your attention back onto his hard dick as the vibrator turns on. 

Shinsou had it set to the highest setting and your body trembles on top of a hit as you lean forward. “Open your pretty mouth, kitten.” Shinsou grunts and you gasp as his head presses through your mouth. 

It’s completely overwhelming as his hips snap into your mouth, and the way the vibrator is merciless against your cunt. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as all you can do is let Shinsou have his way with you. Your gags are hardly audible as he is relentless in your mouth. Your legs begin to shake as your stomach's pressure continues to heighten. The head of his cock rams into the back of your throat and you choke, stimulating back to life as electricity seems to shoot down your body. Saliva once again escaping your mouth as moans, and screams are silenced by his moving hips.

You shake, unable to hold it in any longer, the sounds of the bell on your throat louder than anything right now.

Shinsou cums in your mouth, and you on the vibrator. You struggle to swallow his heavy load, choking sounds emitting from your mouth as he pulls away. His slowly softening dick falling down. You, also, fall of the vibrator, your legs shaking as Shinsou draws you near. His deep chuckles gaining your attention as you roll your eyes, cheeks flushed. 

“Thank you. y/n.” Shinsou whispers pressing a kiss to your lips as your hand searches out to turn off the vibrator. The kiss is sweet and you relish against his lips as he pulls you up onto his lap. “We did come at the same time though.”

“That we did.”

“Round two?”

“Only if you wear the collar and ears?”

“Ha, deal.”

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[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 2

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

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The Joker feels your hand searching around and he knows what you’re looking for: the yellow teddy bear.

“Here Pumpkin,” J gives you the toy that landed on the other side of the bed during the night; a couple minutes pass and his cheek is covered in soft kisses. He opens one eye and you instantly pretend to be asleep.

“I’m onto you, Y/N!” The King of Gotham sneers while you giggle at his affirmation. But as soon as he pecks the scar on your collarbone, your attitude changes.

“No…”, you whimper and cover your face with the sheets.

“I told you before I don’t care about scars,” The Joker tries to reason with you because it happens each time he touches the numerous stitch marks scattered all over your frame: some are deeper lacerations perfectly normal after the surgeries you sustained, others are cuts that might diminish in a few months. “Princess, are you listening?” J traces the lesion on your wrist.

Y/N is so stiff though he has to fight in order to pull the covers away from her.

“Hey…hey… See? I have scars too,” The Clown attempts to distract you. “Are you having a panic attack? No need to!”

You try to keep up with what he’s saying and it’s pretty difficult giving the circumstances; at least you do understand J is making you relax.

His cell phone starts vibrating on the nightstand and he reaches for it.

“Perfect timing, Frost!” The Joker takes his frustration on Jonny. “What do you want?!!”

The short conversation ends fast with The King yelling a bunch of angry stuff, including an interesting grand finale: “Next time you interrupt when I’m on a roll struggling to get laid, maybe you’d like to intervene and convince Y/N her scars don’t bother me!!!”

Why is he mad?...

You watch him toss the phone on the floor and crawl by him, intrigued.

“Upset?” you begin caressing his hair with the teddy bear’s paw.

“My throne won’t be ready until June, Princess! I requested that fancy chair for a reason and paid a fortune to have it customized! What am I supposed to use at the club?! I don’t like the old furniture anymore!!”

You already lost track of what he’s saying: something about not having a throne???… … …

Oh, there’s one really close by!

You grab The Joker’s arm and drag him out of bed towards the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” he inquires, confused.

You quickly guide him to the toilet, making J sit on the closed lid.

“Throne,” you point at the porcelain bowl and The King of Gotham frowns, immediately bursting into laughter afterwards.

“You’re brilliant, Pumpkin! Brilliant!” he praises your interpretation as you are pulled on his knees.

“Hm?”

“You’re a clever Kitten and whoever says otherwise is an idiot! Turns out I do have a throne,” he admits and gropes you.

Too much for your brain to decipher all his sentences, yet Mister J seems content and that’s enough for you.

“The plan for this morning is simple,” he continues. “We’ll have sex, then take a shower and whatnot, then eat breakfast. Later I have a meeting; you just stay here and wait for me, alright?”

“Mmm…” you hesitantly process the words coming out of his mouth, opting to agree for his sake. “Ok?”

“You naughty girl,” he pulls down on your tank top spaghetti strap. ”I know you hate me sometimes, but in the end can’t resist my charm.”

“No hate… Love,” you snuggle to J while he walks back into the bedroom carrying the sweet burden of his existence; of course he ignored your statement because why would he pay attention to nonsense?

*************

You’re outside the car and sulk when Alice sneaks on the passenger’s seat that literally belongs to The Queen.

“Stay here, Princess. I won’t be too long,” The Joker mutters.

“W-why?” you ask since you are not a fan of the idea of having your boyfriend’s ex riding alone with him.

“You get bored at meetings,” he explains. “Circle the property and let the boys know if you need anything,” J emphasizes and drives down the path leading to the gates, leaving a puzzled Y/N behind: you never liked Alice and that didn’t vanish after the accident.

“Bye, Y/N!” she shouts and you can’t make a lot of sense of what you’re feeling, still one detail is certain: it hurts.

How come you couldn’t go?! Why didn’t he give you a choice?! He always does.

If The Joker thinks you can’t put two and two together these days, he’s very wrong.

“Y/N recovered quite nicely,” Alice smirks.

The King of Gotham sighs and she fixes a rebel strand of green hair rebelliously flying over his ear.

“I was wondering if you’ll call me at one point. I missed you, babe.”

“Did ya’?” he scoffs at her bold confession; but she’s a direct person, one of the qualities J admired when they were an item.

“I can’t image how you two function; I mean… her unfortunate transformation, it must be hard for you to put up with someone fighting to comprehend the easiest tasks.”

“It’s not easy,” The Clown admits and gazes at her: Alice dolled up for their rendezvous. Everything he considers attractive is there: beautiful pair of legs popping from under the short skirt, his favorite perfume discretely lingering on her flawless skin, the tip of the purple lace bra she’s wearing casually showing each time the woman leans forward.

“I bet,” Alice pretends to sympathize with his problems. “A man like you has needs that I’m positive Y/N can’t even remember how to satisfy,” she pats his thigh, slowly working her way to his crotch.

The Joker chuckles, accomplice with her insinuations, also super annoyed when his phone rings.

“Yes?” he promptly answers.

“Sir,” Frost reports, ”we have a situation; Y/N is increasingly agitated and…”

“Deal with it!” he hangs up and strives to cruise straight despite the sexy distraction urging him to do otherwise.

“Why did we split?” she scoots closer to him, pouting.

“Beats me,” J purrs as she squeezes her fingers in his pants’ pocket.

“What’s this?” Alice rattles the small plastic pouch.

“Y/N’s anti-inflammatory drug; there’s not much that can be done now and this is helping with the blood clot pressing on her frontal lobe. The doctors say it will reabsorb; granted it won’t matter regarding her cognitive impairment.”

“Awww,” The Joker’s past flame pretends to be affected by his briefing. “That’s too bad, babe; probably the future is not too bright…” she shoves your pills in the glove compartment. “Why don’t we reconcile? You know I’d do anything for you,” the flirtatious tone makes J reply:

“Would you jump in front of a speeding car like Y/N did to save me?”

“Ha! I would,” she elbows him, snickering at his antiques.

“Prove it then,” J growls. “Get out of the vehicle and don’t flinch if I run you over. If you survive, I’ll take you back!”

Alice opens her mouth in amazement and the SUV halts before The King reprises driving.

“Got cha’!” he cracks up at her baffled reaction.

“For God’s sake, babe! You scared me!” she playfully pinches him and teases: “Are we going to our spot?”

“I was wondering when you’ll notice,” The Joker navigates the unpaved road guiding the automobile towards Clear Sky Summit.

“Pull over,” Alice urges him and he complies at once. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” she moans climbing on his lap. “I can tell you missed me too,” the woman grins at his body’s response.

“That’s my gun,” J buries his face in the revealing cleavage, firmly holding her waist.

“I bet it is, babe,” she winks while unbuttoning his silver shirt. “I love you!” she tries to bite him and he violently yanks her long hair, snarling.

“Is that why you tried to kill me?”

Alice cautiously exhales, a bit nervous at the switch in his demeanor.

“What are you talking about?!”

“Who was driving the car meant to hit me, huh? Tinted windows, no license plate.”

“Babe, you’re hurting me,” she winces in pain at his strong grip. “I swear I don’t know anything!”

“Are you sure?” J sniffs her scent.

“Yes I’m sure! I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize our…”

“Our what? What exactly our means in this context? We separated more than two years ago!” The Joker crushes her spine against the wheel.

“Babe, let go!” Alice wiggles in his tight embrace.

“Why did you do it? Were you jealous I found a new fling? Took me months to track the culprit!!!” J restricts her movement when she stretches to open the door. “You fucked up my girl!” his hands forcefully twist her neck and the snapping noise of fractured bone halts the argument.

The Joker pushes the corpse off him, numb to the murder he committed out of pure rage: what’s another name added to the list?

Yet… this was personal.

He keeps staring at the trees surrounding the trail without discerning their shape. 30 minutes pass and the phone’s alarm alerts him it’s time for your remedy: The Clown Prince of Crime is so out of it he doesn’t stop it until he’s on the main road.

He speeds up to ensure a timely arrival at the mansion where Y/N will definitely confront him after being abandoned in such fashion: the truth is he doesn’t mind.

What he does mind though is that no matter what happens, Y/N will never be her former self.

***************

The Joker parks in front of the villa and hops out of the car, barking instructions at the goons patrolling the area:

“I want this gone!” he gestures at the cadaver crammed under the front seat. “Where’s Y/N?”

“In the garage, boss” Frost indicates. “You should know that…”

“I got it! I got it!” J waves and sprints towards your destination.

Nothing prepared him for the carnage.

“Holy… … shit!!!” he inhales at the shocking landscape depicting all five of his most beloved vehicles mauled to pieces: broken windows, scraped paint, karoseri indents…a whole mess!

Bam!!! You smash the rearview mirror of his favorite Ferrari with the baseball bat.

“What are you doing, Pumpkin????!!!!” J screams, aggravated.

Oh, he’s back!

“Y-you like her??!!” The Queen redirects her wrath. “B-because she’s smart??!!”

“Who? Alice?” he quizzes for no reason whatsoever: The Joker’s aware of the reply.

“Wh-where did you go, hm?” you point the wood weapon at the man taking you for a fool; you try not to stutter but it’s impossible with the strained neurons firing up a storm inside an already troubled brain.

“Nowhere, I killed her.”

“Hm?”

“I killed Alice!” The Joker raises his voice and watches you squint your eyes, a clear hint you’re analyzing his disclosure. “Look what you did, Princess! Are you happy now??” he finds the perfect opportunity to divert the outcome of the mayhem he actually created: J repeatedly learned this is the best strategy.

“U-hum,” you serenely admit since you’re indeed pleased with the results of your rampage.

The two parties glare at each other in silence and The Joker grabs the yellow teddy bear resting on a nearby hood, proposing truce before you bash something else:

“I’ll trade you the fur ball for your bat.”

Yikes, you’re reluctant to his treaty: further distraction is required.

“My collection is destroyed, Pumpkin!” The Joker approaches with the toy he stole for you on your first date. “Who we’re gonna call on such short notice to fix all this crap?!!”

Oh, you know this one! You and Mister J watch the movie on a regular basis.

“Mmm… Ghost Busters?” Y/N innocently suggests.

He puckers his lips at the astonishing proposal and it takes a lot of effort not to laugh.

“That’s brilliant, Y/N! Best idea I heard all week!” The Joker proudly compliments your intuition. “You’re a clever Kitten and whoever says otherwise is a moron!” he swiftly snatches the baseball from your grasp and replaces it with the teddy bear.

He rolls the weapon by the closest tire, signaling you to follow.

“Come on, Pumpkin, it’s time for your med. Why are you limping? Is your knee hurting again?”

“U-hum.”

“Serves you right for going rogue!” he scolds. “Com’ere,” J lifts you up, placing your legs around his midsection. “I expect apologies by the way!”

“No,” you sniffle while dangling the toy with one arm.

“Pain in the ass!” he huffs and you kiss him. “This is not an apology!” The Joker spanks you butt.

“Mine,” you cuddle to his shoulder, totally blocking his grouchiness.

“Yeah, yeah, yours,” J grumbles heading for the elevator. “So this is how the rest of today will unfold, Y/N: I’ll be mad until evening time, then we’ll have makeup sex and dinner, the last two not necessarily in the same order. And you’re not going to freak out when I touch your scars, OK?”

“Mmm…OK?”

“Why is that a question?” The Joker continues bickering. “You have other prospects? Boyfriends I should know about? Are you even listening?”

“U-hum,” you poke J’s star tattoo. “No… freaking out.”

“Fair enough,” he compromises and lifts you higher on his hips when you cling to him: selective perception is infinitely better than none. “Is this Pink Blossoms?”

“Yes,” you nod at the familiar brand you use all the time.

The King of Gotham smells his favorite perfume in the air, reckoning he wouldn’t enjoy it if another woman wears it for him.

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[sluttyfluffartist]

First days

Picking up the last box from the moving truck Kassidy took a long sigh, next putting the box at her feet as she relaxed on inside of the trunk

"Kassidy this better be a short break because we have to move these boxes in to the house soon"

"Relax mom no need to rush the house isn't going anywhere" she said while slowly relaxing her back on the trunk

"Kassidy I'm serious don't fall asleep on the trunk"

"I'm not I promise" she says, while closing her eyes and as the world around began to turn dark the words I promise continued to repeat in her head. Hearing people around her mumbling Kassidy subconsciously grumbled at them to be quiet soon feeling something moving her shoulder she quickly sat straight up and threw the person touching her a glare

"STOP IT" she yelled. Seeing two boys, one a blonde and another brunette, Kassidy saw the hurt expression on the blonde boy's face then immediately felt remorse

"I'm uh..uh..sorry for yelling at you" she says, sticking her hand out as a indication for a olive branch

"Its..o..ok" the blonde stuttered, as he took her hand

"My name is Kassidy..with a K"

"My name is Jeffery-"

"And my name is Ted" the brunette said, annoyance evident in his tone as he butted into the conversation. Glancing at Ted Kassidy already knew from that simple action Ted and her were going to be having some problems

"Well Jeffery, Ted, it's nice to meet you I just moved here from Louisiana"

"That's cool-" Jeffery said, only to be cut off by Ted

"Ew gross you grew up around swamp people" Ted said, as he covered his nose for dramatic effect

"Ted that's rude-"

"Excuse me TED, but those swamp people not only invented Jazz music but they are also one of the main contributors for America's trading by BOAT" Kassidy snapped, but Ted simply crossed his arms and turned his nose up at her

"That doesn't change them from being swamp people." Growling at him Kassidy jumped down from the trunk, but then felt something hard beneath her foot so looking down she noticed she stepped in a box

"No, the box I left at my foot before falling asleep" she thought, wait, hearing a distant echo at the back of her head Kassidy concentrated on that non-stop repeating echo until she could hear it clearly

"I promise" it said, trying to remember what she promised Kassidy sucked in a breath when she realized she promised to not fall asleep and finish putting her boxes away.

"Shoot"

"What's wrong" Jeffery asked

"I forgot to put my boxes away and I fell asleep even though I promised my mom I wouldn't"

"Ha see Jeffery standard swamp people mindset" Ted remarked

"What's that supposed to mean" both Jeffery and Kassidy said at the same time, Kassidy sounding more angered

"Well she's always not use to living in a new environment so swamp girl here is acting like she still lives in her state where they probably sleep all day and get no work down" both surprised at his statement Jeffery quickly began apologizing

"I'msoosorryabouthimheusuallydoesn'tsaystufflikethis" however Kassidy didn't care about Jeffery's words as she took her foot out the box and walked towards Ted.

"Jeffery I don't care about what you have to say I want to here Ted apologize for his words" walking close enough to feel his breath on her lips she glared at him

"I'm not going to apologize for the truth" feeling anger bubble in her stomach Kassidy lifted her hand and gave Ted a hard slap, she slapped him so hard it left a hand print. A surprised expression sat on Ted's face as he tried to processed what just happened

"Oh my gosh Ted are you ok" Jeffery asked, Ted glanced at Jeffery then at Kassidy, still not believing he just got slapped, then in a quick moment he pushes Kassidy to the ground

"You fucking skank" he seeths, getting up Kassidy pushes him back, however Ted pulls her shirt causing her to fall on the ground with him. Landing on top of him Kassidy looked down at Ted

"Apologize"

"Get off me first"

"Apologize first" staring back at each other Ted propped himself on his elbows then gave her smug smile

"Look where your sitting" looking down Kassidy realized she was sitting on his crotch and wiggling her butt subconsciously she could feel his manhood, but instead of embarrassment Kassidy simply crossed her arms over her chest in an act of defiance

"So" she replied, raising his eyebrow Ted chuckled

"If I say I'm sorry will you get off me"

"Obviously" taking a long sigh Ted lowered his head in defeat

"I'm sorry" smiling Kassidy stood up and walked towards the trunk, smug smile on her face

"You're not going to help me up"

"No I'm still mad at you"

"WHAT but I said I was sorry"

"That doesn't mean I have to accept your apology." Getting up with a huff Ted checked to see if he had gotten dirt on his pants before heading over to Kassidy, hearing Jeffery giggle at her words,

"What's wrong with you" he asked

"Excuse me"

"I apologized and you don't accept it and when I pointed out where you were sitting you didn't squeal like the other girls" looking back at him Kassidy, box in hand, threw him a crooked smile before shrugging her shoulders

"I don't know" she stated simply. Watching her walk to her front door the two boys stood there in bewilderment at her response

"You two going to stand there like trees or are you waiting on something to happen" she said, while putting the box down so she could open the door

"Oh let me get that for you" Jeffery said, rushing over to help her

"Thanks Jeffery" she said, while picking up the box then while walking threw the door Kassidy looked behind her to see Ted was staring at her an unreadable expression sitting on his face

"What are you looking shithead" she said while chuckling,

"A fucking skank that's what" he countered

"Whatever" she said, while rolling her eyes, then walking into the house Ted followed her next beckoning for Jeffery to come in.

"And that's how we first met" Kassidy said,

"Damn you've been arguing with Ted even since y'all first met" Charlie said, fixing the cords on his guitar to see if he can find a better tune

"Yeah well if your as annoying and douchey as Ted Bundy then you deserve it"

"That's true" putting her head on her pillows Kassidy let out a breath relaxing her body until she heard something hitting her window

"What the" she said, getting up to check it out she saw Richard throwing rocks at her window, so opening up she asked

"Richard what are you doing"

"There's gonna be a rad party at Mecheele's house you wanna come" contemplating her answer she asked

"Is Ted going to be there"

"Probably not, her and Ted had a pretty nasty breakup last week"

"Ok yeah I'm coming"

"Sweet." Closing the window Kassidy looked back at Charlie

"Hey you want to come"

"Sure man" putting his guitar back in its case Charlie strapped the case to his back

"But I'm bringing my girls"

"Whatever you want Charlie you're driving me."

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[emeraldbabygirl]

Hanse smut uwu

Genre: smut and there’s a little bit of fluff I suppose

Kinks: hair pulling, there’s a little praise and degradation I think

Length: it’s long and I don’t count the words uwu

Warnings: many things are pierced because that’s my kink now uwu

I decided to make this because Hanse fucks me up so good and I wanted @kodabodaa to suffer in horny agony with me uwu. Love you Daddy

After a long day at work you came home to Hanse who was sitting on the couch watching tv. But he wasn’t just watching some random show. You plopped down on the couch to see a woman with several tattoos and piercings getting aggressively fucked. Your gazed switched between the screen and Hanse who seemed unfazed by his facial expression as his eyes were glued to the screen. However you couldn’t say the same for the obvious erection that was causing his already tight pants to tighten more around him. You turned back to the screen just in time to see the woman’s clit getting licked, a piercing clearly visible. 

You body unconsciously reacted, your breath quickened and the dampness down below caused you to shift on the couch. “Ha-Hanse” you hesitated. You looked back and forth wanting to see Hanse’s reactions but also not being able to take your eyes off the screen. 

“Yeah.” he said, his tongue parting his lips to move his lip ring. 

“Her clit is pierced.” you blurted out.

“Yeah,” he said turning the volume down. “So are her nipples.” You turned away from the tv to look at Hanse who was now inches from you. In a matter of seconds Hanse was over you, his whole body weighing down on you, pushing you against the couch. His lips crashed into yours as his hands moved up your body. He grabbed the back of your neck and sucked on your bottom lip. Both your lip rings clashed into each other sending a deep moan through Hanse’s throat. You pulled his bottom lip in between your teeth and pulled it. Another moan left his mouth causing a moan to escape from your lips. 

His hands ran down to the waistband of your lose fitting shorts before he slipped them between your thighs and you opened them to grant access. It was easy for Hanse now as he didn’t hesitate to finger you through the cloth of your panties. The kissing continued through both of your heavy breathing, your tongues fighting for dominance. He won when his fingers hooked under the crotch of your panties and dipped into your now moist pussy.

After a few sweet minutes of this he pulled away from you and sat back down on the couch. You wasted no time in ridding yourself of both your shorts and panties and straddled his lap, your lips locking once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck sucking and tugging on his bottom lip, every once in a while rubbing your ring up against him. 

“Fuck Kitten,” he purred. Those delicate words made you run your hands through his hair grabbing a chunk at the base of his neck. You threw your head back and Hanse drank up the view. Your head back, your mouth open, eyes closed. Your hips bucking against his fully erect cock now. 

“H-Hanse.” you were coming undone at his words, your heart beating faster, your breath hitching. Hanse grabbed your thighs before moving them to your ass. He dug his finger nails into the skin, he raked his nails across your ass sending chills up your spine, he began to kneed your ass. Your grip on his hair tightened as you pulled him into you. He didn’t hesitate when it came to your neck. He loved sucking, biting and licking your neck and feeling you squirm. He started under your jaw, his lip ring grazing against your neck. His kissed down your neck sucking on the skin of your collar bone. Your breath became even heavier, more moans exiting from your lips. 

“Kitten,” Hanse said again in between kisses. His lips all over your collar bone now, his hands squeezing your ass. His nails piercing your skin. 

“Ahh, Hanse fuck, fuck.” Your eyes were hazing over. You needed him inside you right now. You needed to feel his throbbing cock assault your walls. You needed his fingers and lips all over your skin. You needed him. “Hanse” you whined. You were getting more and more impatient. You pushed him away to look at him. He was out of breath, his lips bruised from the kissing. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes were filled with lust. You gasped when he tore your shirt in half with no warning. He took his hands off your ass and grabbed your breasts aggressively massaging them. Your face heated up afraid he would find out. 

His fingers ghosted over your nipples through the cloth of your bra. You felt them touch the piercing. You stopped, your breath caught in your throat. Your pussy hot and throbbing. Hanse looked up at you, his eyebrow raised. With his gaze locked on your chest he reached his hands around you to unclasp your bra. He pulled the straps down slowly before pulling your bra away from your skin. Your chest heaved up and down watching as his gaze never left your chest. You felt extremely vulnerable under Hanse’s hungry gaze. Hanse pinched your pierced nipple between his finger and began rolling it. He looked up at you and smirked.

“When did you get this done, kitten?” he asked before flicking your nipple with his tongue. You bit your lip to suppress your moans as you tried to gather words. Your brain was not working at the moment. He was enjoying your new piercing so much and it sent electricity through you body right down to your now very sensitive clit. You had been unknowingly grinding against his lap and you could feel your cum on his pants. You continued bucking your hips into him. “Answer me kitten.” he pulled on your nipple roughly.

“Ahhh,” you whined loudly. “I- it’s recent, I got it a few weeks ago.” You leaned into him to relieve some pressure on it. “It’s still sensitive Hanse.” You kissed his lips again. For a third time he rubbed his ring against yours. You broke the kiss looking at him. He smirked. 

“Lean back a bit.” Hanse gently said rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. You did what he said, your hands holding his knees for support. He grinned even wider. “You know you came on my pants. I can see your pussy still dripping. You’re so beautiful like this. But you’re so dirty for getting your nipples pierced, and you didn’t bother to tell me? You thought I wouldn’t find out huh?” Hanse licked his lips before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked on your nipple. He kitten licked your nipple while rolling your other nipple between his fingers. Like a flood gate opening you started moaning uncontrollably. He nibbled your nipple. He looked up at you through his delicate eyelashes as he pulled your piercing with his teeth.

“Daddy!” you yelled coming undone. A wave of pleasure crashed into you at the sensation of his teeth pulling your piercing.

“Goddammit y/n” Hanse grabbed you and threw you against the couch. He quickly took his shirt off, his pants following. You bit your lip watching his cock spring free from his boxers. He threw his clothes to the side and paused for a second looking at the the tv which was still going. “We won’t be needing this anymore.” he said turning it off and tossing the remote. You watched him pump his cock, the precum already leaking from his tip. “You’re so fucking sexy kitten. You get me so worked up. I’m gonna fuck you so good. I’m gonna cum all over those beautiful pierced nipples. Maybe I should get my nipples pierced. Or maybe my cock. Would you like that? You can pull on it with your teeth and make me cum. Would you like that kitten?” 

“Fuck me already Daddy.” you say opening your legs. You start rubbing your clit and gazing at Hanse. He chuckles and shakes his head. Lining up his tip with your opening he slides right in your pussy already wet with your cum from earlier. Hanse leans over you and holds your cheek with his hand.

“You’re so impatient.” he locks his lips with yours and goes off. You open your legs more so he can get a better angle. With each thrust he finds your g-spot. His whole body rocking you against the couch. The room fills with loud moans from both you and him, sweat dripping off his forehead, his hair sticking to his forehead. His earrings move with each thrust, his lip curling in between his teeth. Hanse reaches over your head and grips the arms of the couch with one hand and your hip with the other. His nails dig into your hips again and you expect bruises in the morning. In fact, you’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t make bruises.

Hanse grabs your leg and lifts it to lean it towards your chest. Gripping the back of your thigh he speeds up getting you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes roll back into your head, your whole body on fire. The coil in your stomach tightening every second. “Maybe I should get one of those bars, right through my tip. Would you like that? I wanna know what it feels like to have your teeth pulling my cock piercing. Do you think it would look good on me?” Hanse sighs and slaps you right across the tits.

“Fuck Daddy.” you mewl. Your breasts are bouncing up and down as your body shifts on the couch. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Hanse, I’m-” you get cut off as Hanse pulls out. Your approaching orgasm subsides and you let out an annoyed whine. “Dammit Hanse.” He smiles and runs his hand through his hair. 

“I’ll be right back.” is all he says as he leaves you in a horny mess on the couch. You sigh and massage your breasts. Hanse comes back and chuckles once more. 

“You are extremely impatient tonight.” he says opening the small foil packet. “Do you think if I got my cock pierced you would dom me? Tease me and make me beg to come? Maybe deny my orgasm til tears are running down my face, my cock swollen and red waiting for you to drain my balls. Would you like that?” he said rolling the condom down his cock.

You nodded bucking your hips to meet his cock. “Please Hanse, make me cum already.” You watched as Hanse just stood there. You couldn’t read his face but you were sure he had to of been plotting something.

“Turn over, on your hands and knees.” You do what he says leaning over the arm of the couch. Hanse helps you spread your legs before grabbing your hips. With one foot on the floor he lines up with your opening and slides right it. He rubs your ass a little and gently spanks it. “Hmm, you know, you might look cute with a tattoo that says daddy’s kitten right across your ass. I can help you pick out the font and I’d love looking at it as I’m fucking you like this.” Hanse begins thrusting again bringing his speed up to where it was before. Releasing his grip from your hips he leans forward and grabs a fistful of your hair pulling it towards him. 

The coil in your stomach is tight. You grip the arms of the couch as Hanse doesn’t stop, your orgasm is approaching but so is his. His thrusts slow down but his grip on your hair tightens. “You’re gonna cum soon y/n. I can feel your cunt clamping around my cock. It’s so tight, your pussy always feels so good y/n. Should we cum together? Should I cum first and make you wait? Huh? You better hurry up and tell me. Hurry, hurry kitten I’m gonna cum. Tell me what you want, you want me to cum in you instead, I’ll fill that beautiful pussy so good, gonna fill you with my hot cum. Hurry kitten, Daddy’s gonna cum.”

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even think. You were breathing so heavy, you were seeing white. In a flash Hanse pulls out and flips you over on your back again. Pulling the condom off he pumps his cock as fast as he can. He starts whining loudly. He leans his head back and holds his bottom lip in between his teeth. Your walls clamp a few times around nothing.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum right now.” you say jerking off your clit to match the speed of Hanse. “Daddy hurry and cum with me. Daddy please.” Hanse licks his lips, his tongue grazing his ring. At the same time you both cum, his hot seed shooting all over your face and down to your breasts a low scream ripping through his throat. You cum all over the couch, your juices flowing out like waterworks. “Ahhh Han-” your voice cuts off as your orgasm rips through you. You go blind for a second, everything going black. 

When you open your eyes again Hanse is cupping your sex, your hips still bucking into him, your pussy still dripping with cum. You incoherently mumble as Hanse whispers to you. You slowly come down from your high meeting his gaze. His eyes are soft as he looks down at you lovingly. “God, you’re so beautiful.” is all he says. He grabs his shirt off the floor and cleans you up before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom and laying you on the bed. He plants a kiss to your lips being very gentle with you.

“I fucking love you Hanse.” you whisper nestling right into his arms. He wraps his arms around you before turning out the light. 

“I love you too kitten.” he whispers back.

Holy fuckaroonies. That is the first semi-long smut I have ever finished. This was all in one night too. Holy shit I’m proud of myself. Now if only I could do this with the fics chillin in my drafts. Please let me know how I did. I need feedback. I felt like it was falling apart towards the end. I really seem to have trouble with the actual sex part but I’ll work on it. But y’all I nutted while writing this uwu. I need Hanse to fuck me like this. He’s so fucking hot. He can get this bread every day of the week.

Honestly I’m just gonna start shipping you and Hanse like FUCK. The perfect couple up in this bitch. I’m gonna hoe out and say the fucking visuals and hotness between you two oOF. Sorry that came out a little gay. I’ll keep the rest of the hoe thoughts inside but fUCK

#victon #hanse #do hanse #hansexy #hanse smut #do hanse smut #victon smut #kpop smut

[joonsmagicstudio]

➢ One Five-Zero (m) : PJM

⇁ synopsis: You make a deal with a devil for a wild time in the middle of classes.

or 

the time when you were bored in the class and drew 150 pentagrams exactly in your notebook before a devilishly handsome man in a red suit breaks down the door of your class room and yells “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?”

⇁ female reader x jimin

⇁ smut, jimin devil!au

⇁ general smut ig? oral sex (both lmao), slight derogatory language, creampie, unsafe sex (pls get a condom or some contraceptive before you do it kiddos), blowjob etc the list goes on.

⇁ lol a short PWP( 3.8k) . I saw a post somewhere on insta and wanted to write it at 1 am. Pls if you find that post because it gave me a reason to right, lemme know! I lost it sadly,

⇁ A/N: I had actually been busy writing 5 long ass story for my own joy but suddenly a small idea came to my mind after seeing a post and I really wanted to post it for y’all to enjoy. Hope you like it. PS: English is not my first language and this hasn’t been edited. I will edit it soon, but please do let me know if there is any mistakes! Also I am having issues with keep reading, let me know if you are facing some issues with it too! I don’t want to annoy some people by making them have to scroll through the entire fic. Also this is like my first fix, forgive me.

You sat in the back of the lecture hall as usual with your hoodie pulled over and your face resting in your left palm as you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the American History your professor was droning on about. You had a lot of regrets, one of them was choosing history but then it was your fault anyways and no one but you was to blame. 

As the professor went on, you had zoned out and doodled lethargically in your notebook with a dull red pencil that you found somewhere on the in the hallway that you pulled out to at least look like your were taking some notes in case the professor decided to look at you. However, the chances of the professor looking at you in far back of the hall were infinitesimally small since the good students that were actually engaging with the lecture content and asking questions were in the front row. You had an absolutely great respect for people like them, it was because of these people you were able to skimp out on paying attention and keeping a low radar in the classroom.

Out of all the doodles, you had taken a keen liking drawing circles and then a star in it to complete a pentagram. It was easy, no effort and quick for you to keep mindlessly doing it until the classroom ended sometimes you would shade in boxes on your notebook if it was a block paper, unfortunately it was the good ol’ lined paper, hence the pentagram. You had finished up a total of one hundred and 50 small pentagram in your notebook with that red pencil when a rather loud cracking of the door was heard, effectively pulling all of the class attention, including you, on the the door that had flown off the hinges and landed across the class room, at the windows in just splinters and large pieces of wood chunk.

However, your attention was on the devilishly handsome man in velvety crimson suit, unfortunately his beautiful face was contorted in an expression of pure anger and frustration, his fist seemed to be clenching and his eyes were dead set on you in a piercing glare, who dares to upset and making his screw up his handsome face? However your thoughts were interrupted by him “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?”, he yelled, his loud voice reverberating your ear like a clap of a thunder and you swear you felt chills down your spine but moreover you were terribly confused. You were just admiring a masterpiece of an artwork.

You had no idea who he was other than the fact that he was extremely handsome, his hair felt like the kind you could run your hands through, his lips were plushy and kissable. But still you had no idea what you had done to constitute a rather handsome man to be yelling at you in the middle of the classroom after breaking a door with a kick. Was he that powerful?

The classroom had followed his line of vision which lead to you and now everyone had their eyes on you, including the professor, which offended you a little bit. Generally, a professor should get the intruder out but instead it seemed that the professor was invested in the drama that was unfolding right now. You weakly pointed at yourself and mouthed ‘me?’ to clarify if it really was you he was yelling at or maybe someone behind you or in front of you? Idiot, your back was to a wall and nobody was at least within few seats in front of you.

The handsome man rolled his eyes aggressively and ran his hand through his hair as he let out a sigh of frustration. Then he took large and quick strides to stand in front of you, now you were getting a strong aura from him, up close he was intimidating and there a sparkle of something unusual in his eyes. Maybe it was because he standing and you were seated and that he was actually leaning into you. You had shifted backwards until you were close to falling off the chair. Also, if you must add, he had a really nice smell of cologne coming from him and you couldn’t help but enjoy the cologne a little but until the man in front of you slammed his hand of you desk and seethed, “You. Me. Copier room now.” and with that he stormed off, leaving you with your jaw hanging wide open and your eyes blown to the size of the saucer. The professor suddenly cleared his throat and tilted his head to the direction that the man had left, signalling you to take your and go after him.

Embarrassment creeped up the back of your neck as you scrambled to pack everything, including the shitty red pencil you found and speed walked your way out into the hallways. You were utterly confused as to why were the two of you meeting in the copier room for. You would expect the conversation to be held in a cafe or hallway or even in an empty classroom as a matter of fact. You distractedly made your way to the entrance of the copier room which it was closed. You stood there, readjusting your bag strap on one shoulder and to give yourself a moment to prepare yourself to facing him again. Unfortunately, that was cut shot when the door swung open wildly and the man in front of you grabbed your wrist to pull you inside and slamming the door shut behind you. Now you were sandwiched between him, the door behind you and caged between his arms.

A small click was hear and you glanced to the source of the sound, he had locked the door from the inside- what, was that even possible? Locking a door from inside, it would make more sense to lock it from outside. Your train of thoughts were again interrupted when the man in front of you took a step back, standing directly underneath white light that hung from the ceiling. He truly was breathtaking, the red suit complimented his fair skin and his dark brown hair made him look irresistible. 

“Listen up, Y/N right?” he spoke, looking at you with his one eyebrow raised up to clarify if he had got the right person. You nodded immediately and he proceeded to talk, “You-you little-annoying piece of shit summoned me 150 times. What the fuck do you want?”

“Uhm, who are you? I’m positive that I never called you.” You spoked softly, genuinely unsure of what on earth was going on for you to receive swear words from this man’s mouth, not that it was bad at all, in fact it was fucking hot to hear that.

“Damn woman. I’m Park Jimin, the devil you were summoning with your fucking 150 pentagrams. You know just a few would have been fine, but nah you decided to go for a full fucking 150 pentagrams. Do you have any idea how annoying it is?”  The man, now Jimin scoffed, blinking several times to grasp the foolishness of this situation. Not only he had come after being called 150 times, the person who called him had no clue either.

“oh-OH.”, the realization dawned upon you when you remembered that you had indeed drawn many pentagrams in your notebook, but you didn’t actually know it was 150 times you had doodled it and you definitely had absolutely no fucking idea that it would summon an actual devil. It’s kinda nice that the devil was an eye candy though, “Right, uh sorry. Um you could go back I guess? I won’t do it anymore. Sorry for the trouble Jimin.” You mumbled apologetically, sticking out a hand for a handshake and thinking that it would magically resolve how irritating you were according to Jimin.

Jimin stared at your handshake in disbelief, most people would jump at the opportunity to get something granted or scream in fear and run away. Instead, you just stuck out a hand for a handshake and told him to go back. Instead of shaking your hand, he scrunched his eyebrows tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what he should do with you now that you had called him 150 times for no reason. He didn’t want to go back for nothing, at least something should be done. Then he opened his eyes, and this time you swear your saw lust in his eyes.

Jimin realized that if you weren’t scared and had nothing to ask for, he could at least ask you for a favour, “Hmm, kitten how long has it been since you had your release?” he purred softly, the side of his lip slowly stretching into a smirk as he dropped the tension from his shoulder and tilted his head slightly while keeping his eyes trained on you.

You knew how this was going to play out, you gulped slightly and thoughts were whirling around in your mind. You honestly were actually considering what he was insinuating and after all it had been a while since you got some action.

“It’s been 6 months.” You replied honestly, and Jimin chuckled at the response, “That’s too long kitten, aren’t you craving for some now?”

Jimin took a step closer to you, hungrily eyeing up your body before he closes the space between the two of you. He then brings one hand to cup your face and bring it closer to his lips, the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer so that his crotch was pressing tightly against you. His lips against yours were opening up the primal desires you had deep within in you and almost instantly you brought your hands around the back of his neck to play with his hair and pull him deeper into the kiss, giving into his his kiss because you honestly needed some action. Jimin grunted at your pull and pull back a little to see your face, he saw you with your eyes half-lidded and a small smile gracing your lips, with that he swooped down to capture you lips in another heated kiss. This time his hands both of his hand had move to the bottom of your shirt and tugged it upwards so that you could move back and stick you arms up while he rid of that article from your upper body.

Upon discarding your shirt, he was in awe of your breast that was still covered by your bra and he went to knead is softly over the bra, stimulating a small sight of relief from your mouth. Hearing the small sigh, he couldn’t help but get turned on slightly and that went unnoticed by you. You brought on of you hand to cup his hard on knead it gently to help him, the tent beneath his crimson pant got noticeably harder and in no time you had gotten on your knees to unbuckle his pant. You removed the belt and guided his waist backward, slightly to the left so that he could lean on the printing machine supports. You nimble fingers unbuttoned his pant, pulled the zipper down before reaching to the sides to pull down his pant completely to reveal the black boxer that had been stained slightly in a darker colour from the wetness of the pre-cum. Before you could do anything, Jimin put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up.

“Remove your bra sweetheart.” He played around with the strap, waiting for you to slip of the strap and unclasp it from your chest, allowing your nipple to be exposed and harden in the cool air of the copier room. Jimin gulped at the sight and then pushed your head slightly towards his crotch to get you continuing. AT first you stroked it through his black boxer before Jimin grunted, urging you to take it out. You obeyed easily and pulled down his boxer, letting it pool around his ankle, where his pants had fallen previously. His hard on finally was revealed and its length stood out impressively against his abdomen. Without further hesitation you licked a long stripe from his balls all the way to the tip. You cautiously looked up to see how would Jimin react, he had his head tipped backward, clearly he was enjoying it. You took his length in your hand, giving it a few strokes before engulfing the head of his length in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his head, earning a small groan from his throat and then pushed in deeper.

Jimin was deep in your mouth, enjoying the warm wetness that brought pleasure in his abdomen. He could feel that he was halfway close to a release however he didn’t want it to be in your mouth. He had other plans to deal with you. Gripping roughly on your hair, he pulled you away from his and a thin trail of saliva stretched out from his head of his length to your mouth. That sight alone would have made him nut right then and there. He tilted you head upward to see your face, a rosy blush was present on your cheeks and you looked awfully fuckable. He let go of you hair and gently brought you up by holding your chin and pulling you up.

“Why? Don’t you want me to finish it off for you?” You asked, licking your lips to moisten it up. Jimin replied, trailing off slightly as he watched you lick your lips, “No… let me prepare you kitten.”

He leaned into the crook of your neck, peppering it with soft kissed before biting to create hickeys while he twirled you around so that your back was facing the copier instead of him.You gave in under his ministration and ran up your hands in the back of neck. Jimin slotted himself between your leg and pulled away to lift you onto the printer. He unbuckled your pants and roughly pulled them down and tossed it to the floor. He was thankful that you were wearing a simple slip on van that was easy to remove. Now you were nearly undressed except for the underwear that seemed to have been soaked slightly.

Seeing that Jimin was more dressed that you were, you whined lightly, “Jimin, you have your blazer and shirt on. Can’t you at least remove that for me?” You toyed lightly at the buttons of his black button up shirt. His hand coming up to hold your and and pull it away, “Kitten, are you that desperate hmm?” 

First he took of his crimson blazer and then unbutton his shirt rapidly, yanking the shirt of his upper body before tossing it somewhere in the copier room. Now you could admire how well built his body was. He indeed has abs and striking black nevermind tattoo on his ribcage, you couldn’t help but lightly glide your fingers along the words. Jimin chuckled softly at your admiration of his body, he pressed his fingers at the wet underwear of yours, causing you to shudder.

“Seems like you got wet at just sucking me off and admiring my body. Aren’t a little bit of a slut?” he continued to pressed it before deeming it wet enough to yank it down your legs to let it join the floor, his once soft words were turning filthy now and that had you yearning for mow. He now had a full view of your wet mound, he dragged to fingers across the slit before pressing softly on your clit causing you to feel pleasure to begin in your abdomen. However, it wasn’t enough to satiate you, “Jimin?”

“Yes?” He he whispered, looking up to meet your eyes, “what is it, kitten?”

“Could you just fuck me already?” You asked in you sweetest voice, however Jimin did not reel to it. Instead he slipped his finger into your wetness, enjoying the hot tightness of it as you felt it enter and stretch you a little. He pulled it out, admiring how your wet juice had coated his digit completely. Then he added the second digit, stretching you out again and feeling you twitch around his finger. His erection was growing much harder and painful for him to ignore. He was going to have to put it inside you real soon. After a few pumps he added the third digit and had his thumb circling your clit.

“Jimin-ngh please.” You bit your bottom lip hard when he started circling around your clit, the pleasure wave coming undeniably close. Jimin seemed to sense that you were close by your twitching around his digit, so he pulled it out, licking his digit clean off your juice. You couldn’t help but whimper at the empty feeling but that was quickly recovered by his mouth on you. Now he had you moaning out softly under his control. His tongue licking long stripe across your wetness and stopping at the clit to play with it. Occasionally he would push his tongue deep into you as of he was devouring his last meal. That alone brought you to the edge, moaning his name softly under breath as you tried your best to keep your legs open whilst your hand were gripping his hair. Jimin kept slurping and licking, riding out your high for as long as possible. When he came up, you could see a sheen of shiny layer of your juice coating his lip and some on his chin to which he collected with his thumb and rested it against your lip for you to suck it off cleanly.

“Now that your pussy is slick wet, you wouldn’t mind if I pounded it hard right slut?” Jimin cooed as he slipped his length with more stretch than you could handle, not allowing you to say anything as the words died in your throat due to the sensation of the stretch and him filling you up nicely.

“Fuck, look at that body of yours.” Jimin complimented you as your hard arched your back, your elbows pressing hard into the copier for some support. When he noticed that, a small idea came to his mind.

“Slut, I’m going to need to get off for a moment. Could you do that?” He smirked at you and your mind was too clouded with lust and desire to wonder what next he had up in his sleeve. All you needed was him to dick you to hell and back. Without much hesitation, you scooted off the copier with the help of Jimin holding onto your waist and then he reached out behind you lift up the scanning lid of the copier. The machine gruntled to life as the white shot shone out from the scanning glass. Jimin then turns your around and forced you to bend over, your bare breast pressing against the cool glass of the copier. Then it clicked to you what he was planning to do. It unfortunately, turned you very on as Jimin smashed the scan and print button before he rammed into you, hard this time which got you groaning contently with him filling and stretching your every time he pushed in.

The tightness of your slick brought him closer each time he thrusted in, he was now finding hard to keep up the ruthless pace he had. He was slowing down, trying to enjoy each and every thrust into you, “Fuck, look at you taking me in so well darling. I ought to fill you up nicely.” Jimin muttered in your ears to which you could only response with a weak nod.

“Uh uh, that’s not the right response slut. I can’t hear you.” Jimin slowed to an extremely agonizingly slow place to get you to respond to his needs. His panting was heaving, the skin contact between the two of you was getting slightly sticky due to the sweat. You couldn’t look back to see Jimin’s face but you could definitely imagine strands of his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

“Yes, please fill me up.” You gritted, somehow sounding comprehensible through all the dicking, the pleasure taking over your senses and Jimin heard it well, “Since you said it so sweetly darling.” He cooed, resuming to a slightly faster pace. His hands gripped around your waist tightly that it was starting to leave red imprints, his near was coming close and with a sharp stutter in his pace and pushing deep inside you, he finally cummed. You swear you could feel his cum painting and fill up your walls.

He simply slowed down, coming to a full stop with his dick deep inside you as he pressed both of his hands on the waist, hunching over you body slightly to catch his breath. He had to admit that it was a good fuck he had quite in a long time and looking at your heavy breathing and fucked out state, he was sure you also a good one. He slowly pulled out, watching the cum leak out your wet slick, but before it could spill out, he cupped it gently as if he was trying to contain it whilst he grabbed you underwear with his other hand and slipped it on you, “Keep in inside of you slut. If you don’t I sweat to god I will make you beg.” He whispered in your ears while he pulled up the under wear a little higher to make you yelp at the sensitivity of your clit being pressed by the fabric.

The two of you got dressed up in silence, the copier room definitely smelled strongly of sex and the two of chuckled when you both looked at each other after smelling it a bit. It was the first time you saw Jimin smile naturally and you had to admit that it was a good look on him. As you slipped on the shirt, Jimin went to the copier and picked out a bunch of paper from the tray, you had a pretty good idea of what the scanned documents were but you still were shocked when Jimin took one and flipped it around to show you how your breast on display looked like.

“I’m keeping them as a keepsake.” He winked before folding it and tucking it away in his is pants.

“Sure, take it as an apology for me summoning you 150 times Jimin.” You teased lightly, picking up your school bag and swinging it over your shoulder.

“Jesus, don’t remind me of that. Quit summoning me 100 times, just a few times will be enough whenever you need another release because darling, I am sure I do it better than anyone else you’ve had.” He leaned in and gave you a small peck before opening the door to leave. You were stunned at the fact that you were permitted to summon him anytime you desired, you wanted to ask him if there was any other ways to contact other than pentagram doodlings but by the time you ran out into the hallways to catch him, he seemed to have disappeared into the thin air. 

Looks like you’ll have to doodle pentagrams to get him to come.

#bts smut #bts fic #bts imagine #jimin x reader #jimin #park jimin #bts pjm #sksk this is my first time #lol im sorry #i hope it's ok #bts #bts scenarios #aye im ready to hide

[hoodoo12]

Hello, I’d like to request a nsfw fic of Beetlejuice trying (and succeeding) to seduce a self conscious female reader who is trying on lingerie?

Now that is a scenario I can get behind! Thanks for asking!

NSFW, Beetlejuice/reader. Insecurity, lewd talk, semi-public sex.

Enjoy!

Risqué

No.

No.

No way.No.

Nothing was ever right!

You sighed in frustration and your eyes started to burn, a precursor to tears. You sniffed heavily and wiped an angry hand over your face to try and stymie them.

Like he was an especially attuned dog, Beetlejuice popped up behind you. You didn’t know if he was basically a stalker or what, but he always seemed quicker to appear when you were miserable. Like a reverse incubus, it was if he couldn’t stay away when you felt horrible, like he was reveling in your gloom and dismay.

Deep down, you knew that wasn’t true. The ghost liked to make random appearances, yes, and if it seemed like it was when you were having a hard time it was because–again like a dog–he didn’t like you being upset. You were just feeling so down at the moment you weren’t thinking straight.

“Hey, babydoll, what’s up?” he asked loudly, as if the two of you were standing in your bedroom and not the dressing room of a department store. His eyes widened as he saw you were naked. “Oh baby–that’s what I like!”

“Not now, Beej,” you told him, dropping your head so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes.

That move was a mistake, because it made those tears fall.

He didn’t miss seeing that.

“Hey, hey–” he said, taking your shoulders and spinning you to face him. You didn’t look up. “Baby, what is going on?”

“Nothing,” you lied, then repeated it, as if that would make it true. “Nothing!”

The ghost narrowed his eyes and when you glanced up at him, you saw he was taking in everything in the small room. Pieces of clothing were on hangers or tossed onto the ottoman that was supposed to serve as a chair. A couple of bits of fabric were simply left where you’d dropped them, in messy heaps on the floor.

You crossed your arms over your chest despondently as you saw a lewd grin start on his face. This was not how you imagined this afternoon was going to turn out.

“Babydoll–are you trying on lingerie? Are you trying on sexy clothing–for me?” he asked.

“No!” you contradicted. “I’m not trying on any more! None of it looks good on me!”

The grin morphed to pursed lips as Beetlejuice considered this. “I doubt that’s true, babes.”

He grabbed your hips and swayed a little to some music that only he heard, making you sway with him. You didn’t help; you didn’t even uncross your arms. “It is true!” you insisted. “Nothing is right–I hate lingerie, and I hate–”

You stopped yourself from saying what was really on the tip of your tongue. Beetlejuice could figure it out on his own, you told yourself.

He grunted his disagreement. Reaching out to a bit of satin that was on a hanger, he rubbed it between two grimy fingers.  

“Who cares about this stuff anyway?” he dismissed. “It just ends up on the floor in a couple of minutes.”

Sighing, you knew there was no way to make him understand. You whispered, “I care …”

Beetlejuice ‘hmph’ed’ but didn’t continue to deride whether lingerie was important or not. Instead, he gave your hips a squeeze, then stepped past you to shove the discarded clothing on the hard ottoman to the floor so he could sit down.“Okay, babydoll. Show me.”

“What?!”“Show me,” he repeated, with a wave of his hand. “Gimme a fashion show. Let me see what you look like in this stuff.”

Immediately you flushed. Okay, yes, you’d wanted to get some new sexy undergarments to show off to him, but not in a harshly lit dressing room of a busy department store with random strangers in the other rooms! You wanted it to be a surprise, with some strategically placed soft lighting and privacy!

“Beej, I don’t know …”“I do. Come on, put something on.”

“I already told you nothing looks right!”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

The ghost looked like he was ready to take up permanent residence in this tiny stall. You were tempted to try and wait him out, but he’d planted his feet on the clothes you’d worn in and he was dead, so he had all the time in the world and then some.

“Here. Put this on for me,” he said, scooping a random slip of clothing off the floor and holding it out to you. 

You sighed and gave up. There was no plain refusal when it came to him being insistent. Taking what he offered, you stepped into the white ruffled pair of boyshorts panties and pulled them up. While you were bent over, you grabbed the matching bra and slipped into it as well. Once everything was in place, you tugged the panties to a more comfortable position and scrutinized yourself in the mirror instead of looking at him. You still hated it.

Finally though, you couldn’t help but glance over at the ghost.

That leer had returned. “That’s hot, babydoll,” he told you, sincerely.

You looked in the mirror again. “No it’s not,” you disagreed, and were meticulous in telling him why. “The cups don’t fit right, so my boobs don’t look good. The straps are too tight, but this is supposed to be my size. I don’t like the way the ruffles kind of go out instead of laying flat. I look awful in this!”

Beetlejuice cocked his head like he was trying to see what you saw, then shrugged. “Okay, then. How about that?”

He pointed to a maroon teddy you thought might have been fun to try on. It looked good on the model wearing it on its tag.

“Ugh, no!”

“Babe …”

Because you knew he could be a needling pest, you sighed again and took off the bra and panty set. Grabbing the teddy, you shimmied into it.

The lace was scratchy and the cut on the hips was too high. It didn’t have enough support for your boobs, plus there were only ribbons to tie the front of the cups shut, so once again you self-consciously crossed your arms over your chest.

Beetlejuice gave this one a little more scrutiny. That didn’t make you feel any better.

After what seemed like an eternity of him staring at you, he said, “It that crotchless?”

You nodded, and it felt like the lace in your crotch became extra annoying.

“That’s almost perfect,” he announced.

Oh god. You glanced over yourself, wondering what it was he disliked about it. You knew what you didn’t like; there must be something that you hadn’t noticed, like too much of your back was showing, or the high hips were especially unflattering–

Beetlejuice clicked his tongue, and the color of the entire piece faded away to be replaced with vertical black and white stripes.

A snort of mortified laughter escaped you. “Absolutely no way!” you blurted. “There is no way I’m wearing stripes! Not horizontal, not vertical–I swear to god I will send you back right now if you don’t change fix this, Beej!”

With a disappointed scowl, he waved his hand and the lingerie was back to its original color.

“You’re no fun,” he groused. “You’re obsessed,” you countered.

“Guilty as charged,” he agreed easily, and you had to shake your head with a smile.

This time you didn’t give him the opportunity to demand the next piece of lingerie for you to try on. You took the one you thought might look passable on you, dropped the teddy and kicked it into the corner of the dressing room, and pulled on the looser, babydoll-styled piece.

It fell into place, hitting just the tops of your thighs. Once again the fabric was a little itchy, due to a fine metallic thread woven into it that caught the light. The straps over your shoulders were a little tight too, but not the worst. You did like the additional styling on the high waist line, and the way it flared out and didn’t hug you too tightly.

You picked up the hem and let it float back against your legs. You still didn’t like exactly where it hit, thinking it drew too much attention to an area you weren’t especially happy with. You looked for the panties that were meant to go with it, but didn’t see them. When it dawned on you that there’d been no response from your audience, you stopped analyzing yourself in the mirror and looked over at Beetlejuice.

You caught him drawing his thumb over his lower lip, taking you in with dark eyes. Now a new look had come to him. If you were required to put a name on his expression, you’d call it unbridled, borderline scary, lust.

Unselfconsciously, he dropped a hand to his crotch and adjusted himself. He cleared his throat to say,

“That color is perfect.”

You looked down yourself again. You’d never thought of yourself as looking good in blood red.

“That one …” He cleared his throat again. “That’s the one, babydoll. You look so fucking sexy.”

It was your automatic reaction to scoff and deflect the praise, but Beetlejuice held up a hand to interrupt you.

“Come over here,” he ordered.

It only took two steps to be in front of him.

You watched his gaze travel over your body and only with great effort did you not cover yourself again. He licked his lips and took your waist again. His grip was a little too tight, and you knew him well enough to know that was another indicator he was turned on; he liked to hold you like he thought someone might come along at that exact moment and sweep you away. When he looked up at your face again, you also knew the expression there incredibly well.

“Beej, no!” you whispered with a bit of panic in your voice. “We are not getting it on in this dressing room!”

“Baby,” he replied, “you’re so hot, I just wanna–I just wanna–”

“Beej …”

A sly smile lifted the corners of his lips. “Why don’t you just sit here for a moment, hmm? Just sit right here on my lap–”

Smoothly, he maneuvered you closer. You should be firm. You should insist that this was inappropriate, and there would be a very good chance you’d get caught and thrown out of the store and possibly even arrested! But it was nice to see how much you’d turned him on, and against your better judgement, you moved so you were straddling his lap.

“Right here, baby,  lemme see how that fabric looks spread out a little–”

You eased onto his legs. Never wanting to put your full weight on him if you could avoid it, you balanced on the balls of your feet to hold yourself up. 

Beetlejuice wasn’t having it. His grip moved to the small of your back, and he pulled you forward, so you settled right up against him, almost belly to belly. With your legs spread to accommodate his hips, there was no mistaking the bulge under his fly.

He stared directly at your chest.

“This is nice, baby,” he cooed.

Sometimes when his voice dropped the gravelly quality of it made you shiver. He noticed, and smirked.

“You like this, doll? I like this–I like this color on you, I like the way the fabric is just tight enough to emphasize your tits but thin enough that I can see your nipples, I especially like that it’s open at the bottom so there’s nothing covering your pussy,” he said indecently, in the same low timbre.

You licked your lips. You were wearing practically nothing, but suddenly this dressing room was too hot.

Confident you were going to stay in place on his lap, Beetlejuice released your back. He brought his hands forward to cup your breasts, running his thumbs over your fabric covered nipples. They tightened, forming hard points that he immediately gave gentle twists to.

You gasped.

“Shh, shh–” he cautioned, “–don’t wanna get anyone suspicious!”

But instead of stopping, instead of taking the responsibility that he himself was the one causing the problem, Beetlejuice pinched your nipples again. He darted his head forward, snake-like quick; you were familiar with the movement and only just stopped him from grabbing a nipple between his teeth.

“Beej, no!” you ordered in a hiss. “This isn’t mine!”

He growled in frustration but obeyed, but went back to the scandalous talk.

“It doesn’t matter this lingerie isn’t yours,” he whispered. “We can try to keep it as clean as possible, but I can feel the heat of your pussy on my dick and I know how wet you’re getting. You gonna leave a wet spot on the front of my pants? Are you gonna be able to not finger yourself if I leave you here right now?”

That last question startled you because no, damn it, he worked you up so much you’d just half-accepted the two of you were going to get down and dirty here!

Beetlejuice saw the shocked expression on your face and laughed.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t be able to not get yourself off, huh? Well then, maybe I should help you with that–”

With that, he shoved a hand between you. To your disappointment, it wasn’t to touch you. To your shameful delight, it was to work open the button and fly of his trousers, and ease his cock out. For once you didn’t rib him on the fact he preferred to go commando under his pants.

Puzzled, you shifted backwards to give him some room. “You’re not just going to make your pants disappear?” you asked, with a vague wave of your hand.

He looked up at you like you were insane. “We’re in a women’s dressing room, babe. What if someone catches us? No way I’m gonna be nude if I’ve gotta blitz out of here.”

The dry, serious tone he adopted to tell you that made you slap his chest as you laughed. He shushed you again. You knew him well enough that being caught was not a big concern for him. He was just being a brat.

Holding his cock at the base between you, Beetlejuice jerked his head and raised his eyebrows, and again, you knew him well enough to read the insinuation–

“Hop on for a quickie?” he whispered, confirming what you knew he implied.

When you didn’t respond quickly enough, he pushed the loose fabric of the lingerie you were wearing up to your belly, bunching it there so you could see everything he did, and gave himself a stroke. He licked his lips and repeated the motion, a small groan escaping him as he did.

“Come on babe,” he urged. “You sitting on my lap looking so hot? I’d love to fuck you, but if you’re too worried about getting caught, I’m gonna jerk myself off. How’re you gonna put that sexy piece of clothing back on the rack if it’s got my jizz on it?”

As if to prove the seriousness of his threat, his hand moved more quickly on his shaft.  

You truly enjoyed watching him pleasure himself, because it exposed him in more ways than he would probably like to know. It was different than having mutual sex with him; that was excellent too but it was easy to get overwhelmed with your own physical reactions instead of concentrating on him. But watching him masturbate, hearing the tiny sounds of self-pleasure from him, seeing his jaw get looser and looser as his core and legs got tighter as he approached climax–all of that really turned you on. He knew that.

So his threat of coming on the front of the lingerie you were wearing was mostly hollow, because he knew that it wouldn’t take too much for you to get impatient and finally agree to his suggestion.

In only a few moments you felt flushed and sluttily desperate.

“Well?” he grinned, swiping the head of his cock with his thumb.

“Yes, okay!” you groaned.

“That’s my girl!” Beetlejuice praised. “Come up here again–this is gonna be so good–”

At his instruction, you stood up a little. He grabbed you under the legs, near your ass, to position you correctly, then licked his hand, gave his cock a swipe while he held it steady, and told you to lower yourself.

Although there’d been no traditional foreplay up to this point, you rocked down onto him. With a tiny burn of resistance that felt glorious, his cock split and entered you. Your gasp was sharp, and Beetlejuice grabbed your wrist, raised your hand and put it, palm side to your lips, to muffle yourself.

“If you’re gonna be noisy, better keep that there,” he warned, but his voice was strained too.

You nodded and kept your hand clamped to your mouth as he let your wrist go.

“Good, that’s good, baby–” he praised, taking your hips and upper thighs again.

The loose material of the lingerie hid where you were joined, but that didn’t matter. Beetlejuice demonstrated how he wanted you to move by lifting your hips and rocking himself up into you, then letting you relax before doing it again. The position kept his cock seated deep inside you. Once you understood the extent that he wanted you to move–which wasn’t much–you took over the rhythm yourself, raising yourself up minutely before settling back into the cup of his lap.

With his face planted in the side of your neck and keeping his voice low, Beetlejuice murmured dirty praise.

“Fuck, baby, just like that–your pussy feels so good! You’re so wet, you’re so hot around my cock–fuck–a little more, a little more, perfect! Ohhh fuck I love your cunt–”

You couldn’t help but squeak a little each time you dropped back down on him. His grip became even tighter but you couldn’t even think about the possibility he was going to leave bruises, worse, ruin the fabric he was bunching in his hands. He was right; this felt so good, so debauched to be fucking here, where the walls were thin and other people were literally just feet away.

On one downward stroke you squeezed your pussy around him and he jerked back, slamming into the wall behind him, looking at you with wild eyes. You managed a smile behind your hand, but what you’d done spurred him and he planted his feet to have more leverage to shove up into you.

That pulled you off balance and you fell forward onto his chest. He didn’t stop; now that he had more freedom to move he continued to fuck you at a faster pace, with more thrusting. The position also tipped your pelvis which put more direct pressure on your clit, making pleasure spike upward into your gut. It was your turn to bury your face in his neck and shoulder, and you panted hotly onto his skin.

“Baby–oh fuck–” he groaned.

Through the panting, you grabbed a chunk of his skin to steady yourself, and that made him lose his words and keen instead.

He stilled for a second, held in place between your teeth, his hands on your hips, and his cock in your pussy. Then, with an involuntary buck and further keening wheeze, his entire body tensed as he came.

The bridge of his body pressed strongly on your clit and it couldn’t be true but you would’ve sworn you felt his cock pulse his release into you. Your pleasure almost peaked, you were just ready to topple over the edge of ecstacy, and he relaxed with a groan.

You continued to pant. Under you, Beetlejuice trembled and finally, pushed himself back upright.

“Jesus, baby,” he croaked in a dry voice.

You gave him a slight smile.

He swallowed, then his eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “Oh shit. You didn’t come, did you?”

You shook your head and dropped your eyes“Shit. Shit!”

Now it was your turn to shush him. “Beej. Beej! Shhh! It’s okay, it’s okay, you can make it up to me later–”

“I’ll make it up to you!” he said, as if he hadn’t heard you. He took your shoulders so you had no choice but to look at him. “Promise, babe. You buy this sexy-ass outfit, and I am going to ravish you every time you wear it. It’ll get to the point that you’re gonna get wet just putting it on, like a Pavlovian response, you know? From all the times I’m gonna make you come in it–”

His voice got louder towards the end of his vow, and you hurriedly kissed him on the mouth to shut him up. He returned it eagerly, and with that plus the fact you were still sitting atop him, his cock still deep inside you, you believed him.

You let the kiss linger for a moment, then carefully stood up off of him. The wet spot he’d mentioned earlier on the front of his trousers was wide and obvious and you knew he didn’t care the least bit about it. Carefully you pulled the somehow unspoiled but slightly wrinkled babydoll lingerie over your head, slipped it over a hanger, and wiggled back into your street clothes. That was made slightly difficult as Beetlejuice kept pinching you, until you batted him away and shoo’ed him off.

He left as silently as he’d arrived, blowing you a saucy kiss as he disappeared.

You looked at the state of the mess the dressing room was still in, with discarded scraps of lingerie everywhere. Beetlejuice felt so guilty you probably should have made him straighten it up! And, if you sniffed deeply, there was the underlying odor of sex lingering in the tiny room.

Oh well.

Quickly you threw everything back together, ignored if it was hanging crooked, and put everything but the one piece on a rack outside the door.

Just as you took a step towards the checkout counter, a gravelly voice whispered close to your ear, “Hurry up babe–I’m ready for round two!”

Beetlejuice was nowhere to be seen, but you rushed to complete your purchase and get the heck home. 

fin!

#beetlejuice #betelguese #writing #fanfiction

[anninhiliation]

Tease

A/N: So I am in an airport, and I was working on Everytime for Zab, and I had written some of this last night but rereading it, I feel like it doesnt fit. So I made it it's own seperate piece because I liked it to much to toss it to the trash! Also side note, im currently doing this all on mobile 《I'm also sick》 so I'm going to try to link everything and there might be some typos, sorry!

Masterlist

Thinking 'Bout You

The club music poured through your body as you grinded against a guy you felt a pair of eyes fixated on you. Smirking, you began to dance provocatively teasing the pair of eyes that were glued to you. Feeling the liquid courage you rubbed your ass against the guys crotch and felt it harden a bit causing you to bite your lip in excitement. Before you could turn around and offer to go back to your place, the guy was shoved out of the way by none other than Zabdiel. The stranger went to protest but he took one look at Zabdiel and walked away.

"Cariño what do you think you're doing?" Zabdiel spoke in your ear.

"Why do you care?" You hissed in his ear.

Annoyed with the loud music, Zabdiel grabbed your arm and rushed you out of the club.

"Let go!" You shouted but no one heard because of the beating bass of the music. 

The cool air felt good against your warm body, as Zabdiel pinned you against the brick wall. 

"¿Quieres decirme otra vez lo que crees que estás haciendo?"

"And I will ask again why do you care?" You scoffed, folding your arms against your chest and piercing through his brown eyes. 

"Mi vida, perdóname" Zabdiel purred as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. 

Zabdiel knew exactly what he was doing to you, giving you his puppy dog eyes, made your knees weak. You wanted to jump his bones right outside this club.

"Fuck" You muttered to yourself as you placed your lips on his. The kiss was needy, letting Zabdiel know he won your little game. Your fingers interlaced with his golden locks as a moan escaped his lips. You felt a pool begin to form between your legs creating a stronger urgency for having Zabdiel inside you.

"Vamos carajo." You barked as you gripped Zabdiel`s hand and dragged him back to your apartment. 

The minute the door closed, Zabdiel pinned you against the wall and attacked your sweet spot behind your ear. A moan escaped your lips, and you arched your back begging for more. Zabdiel was quick to unzip your dress and push the thin straps off your shoulders. The dress quickly fell to the floor, exposing your hardened buds. Zabdiel smirked at how needy he could make you without even really touching you where you wanted him the most. You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his pants, only soaked your core further. It had been so long since you last tasted Zabdiel. You slowly peeled his pants down, wanting to tease him back. He was quick to make a ponytail with your hair and tugged it. 

"Niña you really want to tease me así?" Zabdiel sternly questioned. 

"No sé qué estás hablando." You innocently answered as you batted your lashes. 

You let the pants fall to the ground in the same manner your dress did. You purposely left his boxers on, wanting him to feel the same need you felt. Slowly and lightly you traced his bulge with your fingertips letting the boxers soak up his pre cum. A loud groan escaped his lips as he tugged on your hair harder.

"Nena no me hagas esto o te voy a castigar." He warned.

The dominance in Zabdiel drove you crazy but you also wanted to be fucked, not edged tonight. So you obeyed, knowing he would still fuck you so good and fill your hole just the way you like it. Without warning you quickly pulled off his boxers and his member sprang out hitting his abdomen. You quickly licked up his shaft and sucked the tip. You began to bob your head, allowing your throat to re-adjust to the girth of his cock. Zabdiel was not in the mood for taking things slow so he gripped your ponytail and face fucked you. Your small soft hands immediately latched onto his thighs as your lipstick smeared all over your face and your mascara began to run. He pushed his dick so far back against your throat you swore to god you could just orgasm right there and then. 

"Te gusta hacerte mi agujero?" Zabdiel questioned as he thrusted harder into you. 

You purposefully began to swallow to further tighten around Zabdiel. His thrusts then began to become sloppy which let you know he was close. After three more thrusts the salty liquid poured down your throat. When Zabdiel pulled out, your breath became hitched. Zabdiel bent down and kissed your lips softly. 

"Vamos mi amor deja que yo te cuidó." Zabdiel purred as he helped you up. 

You wrapped your weakened legs around his abdomen and you kissed his jaw down to his neck muttering dirty things into his ear. He threw you on the bed without warning and ripped off your flimsy lace panties right off and exposed your drenched core. 

"Niña estás tan mojada tsk tsk tsk." He cooed looking into your eyes as he lightly ran his finger through your slit and licked his finger clean. 

He hovered his lips over where you needed him most. You bucked your hips in response moaning out his name. Zabdiel firmly placed your hips down as he latched himself to your sensitive nerve endings. You placed one hand in his hair and the other grasped the sheets. Zabdiel inserted two fingers inside you and began to pump. You were a moaning mess under his touch as he curled his fingers hitting your g-spot. Your walls were quick to clench against his fingers as he pumped harder. 

"Zaaaaaaabbbddddiiiieeeellllaaaahhhgghh" you moaned out. 

"Cum for me mi amor." Zabdiel purred as he moved his tongue against your nerve endings the way you like. 

With that, you released allowing the sweet ecstasy take over your body, as your eyes rolled back. Your thighs shook against Zabdiel as he rode you out and cleaned you up. He gave you no time to catch your breath as he aligned himself to you. He slowly inserted himself inside you allowing your walls to stretch around him.

"Qué apretada que sos." Zabdiel groaned as quickened the pace. 

 

Zabdiel rubbed his thumb against your sore clit and he rammed harder into you. The bedroom was filled with flesh smacking against each other and your loud moans. Your hands grasped the bedsheets once again as you felt a knot begin to form. 

"Zabdiel!" You moaned out as your walls clenched around him.

"Yo estoy cecro también. Dale niña." Zabdiel groaned as his thrusts became sloppy. 

You orgasmed again as he rode you out. In the middle of your climax, Zabdiel came inside you. Panting Zabdiel pulled out of you and laid down next to you. The two of you laid on the bed trying to catch your breathes. 

"Viene" Zabdiel whispered.

You rolled to your side and laid your head on top of his chest. 

"When we catch our breaths I'm so going to ride you." You whispered to him.

#cnco #zabdiel #zabdaddy #zabdiel de jesus #Christopher velez #airport #clubbing #zabdiel imagine #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus imagine #zabdiel oneshot #zabdiel de jesus oneshot #teasing #zabdiel kiss #rough zabdiel #rough zabdiel de jesus

[jpat82]

Winning Her Back

@kitkatkl requested this months ago and finally got around to finishing it.

4.) somehow you don't even have to open your mouth to make my brain hurt.

9.) four out of the five voices in head think you're an idiot. And the last one is deciding where to bury you.

17.) cute little blade you got there

24.) we've got to stop meeting like this. - you kidnapped me fuckboat.

Kitkatkl

You wandered the darkened streets, attitude sour after your last fight. Stepping in a puddle that had gathered on the street as you looked both ways before darting across the damped black top. You shoved your hands deeper into your pockets, tucking your head further into your hood as a brisk gust of wind kicked the rain up into your face. The ice cold spray stung the small gash on your cheek, pissing you off further.

A couple of burly looking men gathered outside the bar, standing under the overhang, cigarettes glowing a deep red as they took a drag. Hearty laughter bellowed out from them as you neared the door, you repressed the urge to roll your eyes as you brushed past them in an attempt to get to the door.

"Hey sweet cheeks, ain't it a little late for a pretty little thing like you to be out by yourself?" The biggest of them asked. He was six foot at least, and well over 300. His Snow White beard was overgrown and he had something green stuck in it.

"Piss off." You hissed back, pulling the door open only to be stopped.

"Aw, come on. That ain't how a lady is supposed to talk." He smirked, keeping his massive hand on the door.

"Good thing I ain't no lady." You growled, flipping a knife out of your pocket aimed at his crotch. "Now, I'm not going to ask to you, piss off and leave me alone."

He visibly cringed, snapping his hand away from the door and held it up in surrender. Slowly the man backed away, the comrades laughing behind him. Yanking the door open, you didn't avert your glare till you went to step inside.

"Cute little blade you got there." Came up from behind you, instinctively you rolled your eyes before turning around to look at the scar covered face of the one and only Wade Wilson. It had been months since you last saw him, since the falling out that cause the two of you break up.

A part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and either strangle the life out of him or just hold on for dear life. There was no in between so you rolled eyes so he could see this time and walked away, heading to the packed counter of the bar.

My girl, so simple, beautiful, ready kill me. It's been two months since that horrible rainy night, I boom boxed Endless Love outside her window and she threw two knives into me. It was heart wrenching.

"Somehow you don't even have to open your mouth to make my brain hurt." You muttered to yourself knowing he was doing that internal monologue again while looking at you like a little lost puppy.

She's talking to me!

"Sweet little sex kitten," Wade cooed as he quickly caught up, you spun on your heel knife extended.

"Save it Wilson, not interested in listening to what ever you have to sell." You spat out, knife up and ready at his throat, like it would any good but it made you feel like maybe, just maybe he would actually get it through his thick scar covered skull.

    She knows, she knows that I love a game of hard to get. And she has her second favorite knife against my throat, that beautiful little twinkle in her eye. My murderous goddess.

   "Fuck, you can't even go a minute without that damn monologue in your head, can you?" You sighed dropping your arm and turning away from him.

    "Told you hard to get." Wade stated, looking toward the wall, where absolutely nobody was.

    You didn't bother to acknowledge it as you went straight for the bar. The two of you had a falling out mainly because of his need to talk to thin air, or his peeps, that was his favorite thing to call 'them'. At first, it was annoying, and then you got used to it because he had made such an effort to get to know you, something most people didn't do. And then, you got paid to hunt some people down and spend a good while away from the man in red and black and when you back it was worse then ever.

    Now, you tried to ignore him at all costs, which was harder then you had thought it would be.

     Wade first kept breaking into the apartment even after you rigged a small explosive devise to the window. You came home to him regrowing his right arm and part of his mask melted to his face, laying casually in your bed quoting 'paint me like one of your French girls'.

    Then it was showing up on the hits, one time standing outside the window of the factory blaring Endless Love on a boombox. You didn't have nearly enough knifes to throw at him, you literally through all twenty knives into him and he giggled. Don't make me blush, those were his exact words and if had you had a chainsaw people would be finding the man every couple miles down the interstate.

    After that it was the stalking.. and not even the best stalking, between the Mission Impossible theme, Steve Irwin impressions, and straight up talking to his 'peeps' it was impossible for you not to notice.

    That lead you to this moment in time. The one where you ordered your whiskey while Wade stood next to the juke box playing She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5, giving the big doe eyes from across the room. Dear lord, all you needed was for him to back off and yet.

    "Come on, y/n, give him another chance. Yes he's a creep asshole with no boundaries, or filter, but he deserves another chance." Weasel told you, pushing his glasses back a bit.

    "No."

    "I tried." He yelled over the music holding his arms up. You took a deep breath and looked over shoulder, Wade hung his head.

    That was the last thing you remembered before waking in a barn.

Granted it had been a while since you woke strapped to a chair, not that that helped your mood. You took a deep breath try to keep from screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Ain’t she a butte? A y/n, in her natural habitat. Crikey.” You heard from behind you, the fake Australian accent pissing you even further.

“Wade.” You hissed.

“We’ve got to stop meet like this.” He said hopping out from behind you, framing his hands around his masked face.

“You kidnapped me, fuckboat.” You snapped back, leaning forward. The white eyes of the mask got larger, no doubt because he was attempting to look shocked.

“Is that anyway to talk to your host?” He asked.

“Wade, if you don’t untie me, the way I’m talking you isn’t going to matter, because I’m going to put a bullet up your ass.” You replied calmly.

“You don’t like guns.” He said softly, making you take a deep breath and counting to ten in your head.

“I also don’t like waking up being strapped in a chair and yet here we are.” You countered.

“Can we just like.. talk, like civilized girls?” He asked, and right now you would just do about anything to get out of the chair, without restraints, and out of the barn.

“Alright, on two conditions.” You told him, closing your eyes.

Yay!

“And those are?” He asked after clearing his throat.

“One you have to untie me.” You told him sternly.

“But you’ll hit me.” He whined as he stood. You had half the mind to stab again.

“And two, we have to have the conversation another day. Like in two days from now so I can cool down, cause otherwise I will hit you, with a semi truck repeatedly till your a Deadpool pancake.” You told him as you felt the ropes loosen and fall to the floor.

You stood and turned to look at him. His head was bowed and his shoulders slumped and it almost made you feel guilty. Almost. Till you remembered that odds are he had Weasel drug you.

“I’ll talk to you later, Wilson.” You stated and walked toward the barn door.

There she goes, my girl. But, at least I’m getting her to talk to me. And she called me Wilson, not Wade. I’m over half way back to winning her over.

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[almostrealdudes]

Oof I watched sex education twice already, if you could do an otis x reader where maybe they go to the dance together and she confesses her feelings by saying, "I like me better when I'm with you" based on the song by Lauv. Or just anything otis tbh, work your magic 💖💖

first of all, what a great song! Second, I loved this request! I hope you enjoy it as much

warnings: none

word count: 2k (woah)

a/n: also FINE, i’ll start using Y/N in my writing because all this “avoiding the name” thing gets inconvenient, annoying, and gets in the way of the story. Still hate it thou lmao

Requests are open my dudes

Their relationship was complex. They were friends, best friends in fact. They felt nervous standing next to each other and sometimes when their hands touched by accident it would throw them off their rhythm. But they weren’t dating, no. Why would you think that? They’re friends. Best friends. Why would best friends date? It’s not like they have feelings for each other. No, they most certainly don’t. They’re friends.

Best friends.

“I hear you, Otis,” Y/N said suavely, rolling her eyes.

“Hear me or listen to me?” Otis specified, looking after her shoulder.

“Somewhere in between,” a smirk sneaked onto her face. She put her hands on the straps of her backpack for additional support.

“I’m just saying,” he gained a little speed and overtook her, “you should try for that college. We only live once and you most certainly have all the requirements.”

“And I’m just saying,” Y/N stopped in the hallway and turned on her heels to face Otis, “I don’t think I’m good enough to actually apply.”

“Hey dipshits,” a familiar voice rang out from across the whole, revealed to be Maeve who, along with Eric, was approaching the two of them. Otis gave Maeve and Eric a subtle wave in return as they came up. Maeve glanced the poster from across the room and wiggled her eyebrows.

“So?”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head in confusion.

“The dance!” Eric threw his hands up, putting a gestural emphasis on the word. “We’re going. Are you going?”

“To be miserable and alone? That would be an unnecessary thing to do,” Otis stated. Y/N shook her head submissively, agreeing with his point.

“Oh my god,” Eric opened his mouth and looked the pair up and down in utter shock. “They’re not serious,” his face slowly turned towards Maeve while his eyes rested on Otis and Y/N for the last moment before switching to Maeve completely. “Are they serious?”

“At this point, I’m not even surprised anymore,” Maeve crossed her hands, skeptically eyeing the pair in front of her.

“Guys,” Otis raised his hand in an attempt to draw attention, “are you interested in sharing, whatever it is that you’re discussing, with us?”

“Okay, let’s try this again.  Hey, Otis, hey Y/N. So, dance, huh?” Eric gestured to them, inducing to give an answer.

“I am so confused right now,” Y/N said, furrowing her eyebrows and watching as Eric covered his face with his palm in disappointment.

“We have to do everything for you, don’t we? Hi Eric, hi Maeve, yeah, we sure are going to the dance thank you for asking!” Eric mimicked.

“Oh. Oh, no,” Otis shared an embarrassed startled look with Y/N and started viciously shaking his head in denial, ‘why—why would we go? We’re—we’re not to—together or anything.”

“Yeah,” Y/N picked up, feeling her cheeks getting flaming hot, “it’s not—it’s not like that.”

“Bloody hell,” Maeve interrupted, “I’ve got places to be. Go. To the dance.”

She huffed and walked straight in between Otis and Y/N, pushing them apart. Eric, nodding, with a what she said look on his face, fixed his backpack and repeated Maeve’s actions, disappearing into the hallway, leaving two his red-faced embarrassed friends all by themselves.

“I mean,” Y/N said quietly, refusing to look up, “it’s whatever, right? We could go. Just cause.”

“Y—yeah,” Otis shrugged his shoulders, desperately trying to act casual, “I mean, yeah. We could go. Like a—a power friend couple.”

“Like a power friend couple,” she echoed, raising her gaze to be met with Otis’s and to synchronously look away again, already got cheeks feeling even hotter.

***

“Like a power friend couple? Otis, what is wrong with you, mate?”

Eric was sitting on Otis’s bed as the latter walked in circles around his room, fiddling with his fingers. He did invite Y/N, yes. Although, he didn’t exactly do it with the right message attached.

“Hey, I had to say something, okay? I couldn’t just invite her to the dance out of the blue with no context. Besides, “Otis stopped and raised his hands, “she agreed with me!”

Eric rolled his eyes and let out a tired sigh.

“Otis, Y/N likes you so much she’ll say yes to literally every single thing you say.”

Otis’s face curled into a weird impression as he theatrically shook Eric off, his voice raising a few octaves.

“What? No, Y/N doesn’t like me.”

“Otis, I see you do your sex therapy thing, where you say things that no person your age should ever even be familiar with, and then you say things that make me think like you have an alter ego, and that every time a discussion like this happens, the smart Otis leaves your body for the stupid alter-ego Otis to take his place and say some bullshit like Y/N doesn’t like me.”

“Thank you for this unnecessary long hyperbolized remark,” Otis uttered.

He walked up to his bed and flopped onto it, covering his face in his hands. Of course he liked Y/N. So much. He couldn’t lie to himself no matter how hard he would’ve tried. One Y/N’s breath in his direction was enough to send him to the moon, his mind into a haze and his heart into a fit of insanity. Not mentioning what accident touches did to his crotch.

But they were friends, close friends, for a long time. They were there for each other during the toughest times. They supported each other. They shared secrets, fears, and hopes. They trusted each other. All of this could be easily ruined with one unfitting ‘I like you.’ And although people say that there is a chance for recovery after a phrase like this in case of a failure, they unlikely know what they are talking about. Because to speak to a person who you know likes you and to not like him in return or, what is worse, to speak to a person you like who you know doesn’t like you back – is a devastating feeling. And Otis wasn’t sure if he was capable of taking that risk.

“I just,” he mumbled into his hands, “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“To mess what up?” Eric sat closer to Otis, watching him rub his face in frustration.

“Everything! The relationship, our bond. The last thing I would want is to make it awkward between us.”

Otis sat up sharply, studying his knees. Numerous thoughts were flashing through his head: all the possible ways of him confessing or trying to confess his feelings to Y/N and all the possible terrible outcomes of it. Actually, he saw no positive outcomes whatsoever. They all were just a compilation of her looking at him awkwardly, not knowing what to say, and even thinking about it was turning Otis inside out.

“There is zero chance Y/N doesn’t like you back,” Eric said, looking at him reassuringly.

“It’s just all I see is her smiling apologetically at me while years of our friendship come crumbling down.”

“Listen,” Eric put a hand on Otis’s shoulder and looked him sincerely in the eyes, “it’s better to regret something you did than to regret something you didn’t do.”

Otis returned Eric’s look and rubbed his thighs anxiously. Eric was right. It was all or nothing.

***

The dancehall was filled talking and laughing teenagers. They wandered around, gathered in groups, waved at each other, screamed, squealed, jumped, and hugged. The room was charged with festive energy and adolescent mischief. It was a mix of glossed lips, gelled haircuts, perfumes, and ruffles.

Otis and Y/N stood aside, against the wall, holding cups of punch as the students danced to the light pop music tunes. Y/N was staring down into the insides of her cup, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing down on her. Otis’s lips were pressed into a thin line.

“I don’t recognize a third of all these people,” she said with a little smirk, wishing to lighten up to mood.

“Well, it’s a great party opportunity,” Otis chuckled.

“Right, you should know all about those, party animal, “Y/N jokingly pushed Otis’s shoulder. He smiled shyly, gradually relaxing to the conversation.

“Hey, what do you know? Maybe I live a second secret life of the party.”

She laughed out loud, causing Otis to laugh in return. Y/N shook her head in disbelief, while Otis nodded rapidly, disagreeing with her silently.

“Sure, I can totally see you,” Y/N pointed her finger at his chest, “with glow sticks and all that. Crazy.”

“Stop judging my wild lifestyle and drink your punch, smartass.”

“I actually don’t even know why I have it, I don’t drink,” she looked at her cup in confusion.

“Me neither.”

Sharing a glance, they both burst out laughing. The ice between them finally melted, letting them finally be themselves with each other.

“We’re terrible at this,” Y/N said resignedly.

“Yeah. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

Before she could say anything, the music slowed down. People in the room started pairing up and spreading across the dance floor in embraces. The sight of it sent another wave of anxiety over Otis, reminding him of what he was planning to do tonight. He gulped, feeling his heart speeding up, his body heating up suddenly. He let out a shaky sigh, mentally urging himself to say something. Before he could, he felt Y/N’s eyes on him.

“Let’s dance,” she said with sudden determination.

“I—um,” Otis didn’t manage to say anything before Y/N set their cups aside and grabbed his hand.

“C’mon, life is too short. Might as well take risks and dance at a school party.”

Her hand was soft and warm. Otis cursed his nerves for causing his palms to sweat. This was not going according to plan at all. How could he ever be prepared for something like this? All it took was one light touch for him to completely forget all the phrases he was rehearsing at home. All the right words dissolved into nothing, leaving him speechless and breathless.

She was so beautiful. Her dress fit her perfectly. Hair framed her blushing cheeks. Her bright eyes, illuminated under the disco lights, watched him in shy excitement as she led him to the dance floor, cautiously moving back. As they reached the spot, she slowly slid her hands up his shoulders. Otis slowly put his hands on her waist, feeling his heart racing in his chest. With her so close to him, everything else faded away, leaving them the only ones dancing in the room. God, he loved her so much. It was no or never.

“Y/N—“

“Otis, I have to tell you something,” Y/N interrupted him out of nowhere, her fingers lightly squeezing his shoulders. “I rehearsed this a million times and almost chickened out, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

She looked away, afraid to meet with Otis’s gaze.

“You’re my best friend, Otis. I care about you so so much, and the last thing I’d want is to lose you, but there’s something that I need you to know, and if I don’t say it, I will literally explode. Okay, I’m rambling now, sorry,” she took a shaky breath and continued, “I know I am not perfect. I have issues, I mess up constantly. But you still hang out with me, help me solve my problems, listen to me complain. Whenever I’m having a hard time, you’re always there to comfort me. Whenever I doubt myself, you’re always there to prove me wrong. You calm me down, you always support me, even if the entire world is against me. Okay, where am I going with this?” she looked at her feet, breathing fast. “What—what I’m trying to say is that—I am far away from perfect. But I like me better when I’m with you. I like you, Otis. More than a friend.”

Y/N finally raised her gaze and met with Otis’s shocked face, his eyes wide-open. Fear pierced her body, she started panicking, stepping away from him.

“There, that’s it. I just wanted to say it. You don’t have to say anything, especially if you don’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter, nothing will change, I just wanted to let you know—“

Otis didn’t let her finish, rapidly pressing his lips to hers. His firmly grabbed her wrists, bringing her closer to him. Y/N squealed from surprise, but quickly kissed Otis back, grabbing him by his jacket. Magically, all the people around them seemed to disappear, even the music wasn’t playing anymore.

Being overwhelmed, they were out of breath quickly, breaking the kiss to catch some air. Their breath was unsteady and trembling, as they looked at each other, slowly catching up with the reality.

“I’m sorry, I—I should’ve been faster,” Otis whispered, “with the kiss.”

“That’s okay. Better later than never.” She whispered back. Otis examined Y/N’s face, unable to control the happiness that was streaming out of him.

“I like you too, Y/N. So much. You have no idea.”

“I think I get the concept,” she giggled, smiling warmly. Otis returned the look, squeezing her hands in his.

“Looks like this party just got a thousand times better.”

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