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joonberriess · 2 months

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LOVIN’ YOU ౨ৎ ‧₊˚

TAGS — unprotected sex, nasty sex, late valentines gift, rough sex, romantic(?), daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, possessive!jk, baby no. 2 might have been made here, spoiler: it was, jk is meannnnn, heavy dom-sub vibes, edging, fingering, oc loves being degraded for being a whore for jk, it gets super soft, love making, oc is a bratty sub in this one, heavy degradation, slut shaming(?), oc wants to CUCK jk as a joke but he gets his lick back on her lmao, PET NAMESSS, this is a spin-off from the main series of flawless!

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“Happy anniversary love.” Jungkook sleepily mumbles as he passes by. He leans over to land a kiss on your forehead, his hand slips from the back of your waist and over your hip settling with a gentle squeeze.

You tilt your head and rest it against his bicep while brushing your teeth. We look good, you think while admiring Jungkook’s bare form. He had decided to forgo a sleeping shirt last night and chose only his slutty silk pajamas you had both bought together on a whim. You were wrapped up in a baby pink robe with a pretty little night slip underneath.

“Is Jae awake,” you softly ask while admiring your appearance in the luxurious mirror. Jungkook says something but you’re busy rinsing your mouth out so you don’t catch it, and by the time you come back up he’s brushing his own teeth with a silly little smile on his face.

“What?” You purse your lips, “What’s so funny?” He shakes his head and spits out the paste from his mouth leaving you a bit annoyed at your husband’s antics. “Hmph.”

You lay your head back on his bicep again and lift your phone up to snap a picture of the two of you. “Say cheese,” you softly giggle while zooming in on his face, bursting out into laughter as Jungkook gives you a foamy smile.

You peep the way your diamond ring and wedding band glistens under the sunlight pouring in through the open french doors, Jungkook’s own wedding band shining just as bright too. You wrap your ringed hand around him and snap a few more pictures for later. “Jungkook–you’re making a mess.” You sigh as water droplets hit your thighs from his little mouth rinsing session.

“Sorry.” Jungkook wipes his face down with a towel and nods in approval at something, “All the little old French ladies are gonna be all over me, aren’t you worried someone’s gonna take me away sweetheart?” He tenderly cups your cheeks and squeezes.

This certainly has your brow raising in question, “Aren’t you worried a French man is going to take me away? What if he whisks me off to the Eiffel Tower and proposes to me? Hm?” You play at his game, watching in satisfaction as a twinge of possessiveness and jealousy spark in his dark onyx eyes.

“Take you? Baby over my dead body,” he tugs you in and holds you against him, “wish a motherfucker would..” He grunts under his breath, the tone sends a delicious little shiver down your spine. You swear you have a second heartbeat right now, you just loved when he got like this.

His big greedy hands grab handfuls of your ass through the flimsy little thong you were wearing under your night slip. A tiny gasp slips from your lips as he abruptly smacks both cheeks making you jump just a little. “Bet you don’t like that huh?” You softly smirk. Jungkook grumbles like you already know the answer to that.

He leans down to leave a flurry of kisses all over your neck and shoulder, irritably growling when your robe gets in the way as he tugs the entire thing off. “Just the fuckin’ thought of someone putting their hands on you pisses me off sweetheart—not everyone should have the luxury of being blessed with your soft little cunt and perky ass.” He whispers darkly in your ear.

“You like that? Like hearing how much I love this slutty body? It makes me never wanna let you leave those sheets darling, especially with how good you looked for me on the bed last night.” Jungkook wraps his lips around a hickey he left last night, immediately he starts sucking on it with the intention of making it darker.

You mewl softly at his words and bite your lip, “You know I don’t want anyone else,” you flutter your lashes coyly, “ ‘s the only cock I’ll ever need daddy, no one can fuck me like you do,” you lean up to whisper low and sultry in his ear, “so show them who I belong to.”

Jungkook groans at your seductive tone and hauls you up by the back of your thighs, “Ain’t I just the luckiest bastard sweetheart? What’d I do to deserve such a pretty little thing like you?” He muses while untying the bow holding your robe together.

Your robe falls apart, unveiling your tits as if they were a piece of artwork for Jungkook’s hungry eyes to feast on. He licks his lips darkly, eyes briefly flickering up to stare into your own. “Please daddy.” You softly say while spreading your legs wider, hooking your ankles together behind his strong muscular back, tugging him closer to you.

“Why should I? Thought your little french boy’s can do it better than me?” He huskily whispers, hot breath hovering over your pebbled nipple, “Will he fuck you the way I do? Have you screaming and shaking? More importantly sweetheart,” he whispers low, “will he be able to satisfy you the way I can?” He engulfs your nipple in his mouth.

You bite your lip and lean your head back while running your fingers through his hair. “I don’t know, will he?” You breathily whisper, breath hitched when Jungkook uses a hint of teeth on your sore teat. “Maybe he can, I’ll even put on a show for you daddy—so you can see how pretty I look taking someone else’s cock.”

Jungkook’s grip tightens to the point that the pressure has you squirming, “What’s the matter daddy? Thought you wanted to see how pretty I look hanging off a cock.”

“Fuckin’ minx,” he growls pulling away from your wet nipple, “that what you want? You gonna let your daddy watch someone else stuff their dick into that whore-ish cunt of yours? Is that it sweetheart? Baby wants to be a whore?” He lands a punishing smack against your ass cheek, causing it to echo loudly in the otherwise quiet bathroom.

You arch your back and whine, “For you,” you mewl softly, “only you daddy.” You finally gave in because the tension was rising and it was proving too much to handle. Jungkook didn’t give a fuck, he could play it that game—far worse too.

“Now it’s only me huh? Where’d my little whore go hm? The one who wanted to put on a show for her daddy?” He cups your chin and squeezes your cheeks together, “Hm?”

You whine again but he doesn’t let up on your suffering, “Not so bold now, huh sweetheart? Cat got your tongue baby?” He leans in, mocking your little whines in his own husky voice which immediately has you slicking up. “Why the pout?” He smirks like he isn’t the one responsible for this sweet torture.

“Because..”

“Because,” he mocks with a pout while squeezing your chin and such, waiting for a coherent answer. “Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re a mess.”

You bite your lip at his mean tone and arch into his touch, desperately wiggling and bucking your hips just to feel— you’ll take anything at this point. Jungkook stops you with his hand and holds you still, “Look at you, humping me like a little bitch in heat.” He cruelly chuckles.

“Jungkook,” you softly sob, they’re not real tears anyways but still it’s not fair that he’s not giving you the fucking you deserve. At least a good dick sucking session would suffice but you can’t even have that. ;(

“Say it,” he reaches down to cup you through your thong, “say you’re mine sweet girl,” he purrs.

Your lips part in a small ‘o’ as his fingers breach your soaked thong, he dips them in teasingly with his fingertips brushing against your poor clit. “ ‘m yours, only yours.” You whimper softly, “Please..? Want your fingers daddy,” you wiggle around again.

Your devious husband doesn’t even warn you before he’s plunging his fingers into your sopping cunt. A breathless cry escapes and you toss your head back from the sudden burst of hot pleasure in your loins, “Mm..!”

Jungkook doesn’t even let you compose yourself before he’s curling his ring and index finger up to brush against your g-spot. He has no problem really, he knows your little cunt like the back of his hand, he’ll have you dripping in no time. “Like this? Or like this?” He suddenly stops and shifts away from your sensitive spot.

While it felt heavenly, nothing compared to Jungkook finger-fucking you into oblivion while hitting your g-spot over and over again. You find yourself panting hotly while scrambling to get a grip on his arm, “Yes..! Like that, please,” you softly cry out. You desperately roll your hips up, your pussy greedily swallowing up every inch of those thick fingers of his.

“That feel good?” He coos while tilting your face with his free hand, “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers for me like a good girl.”

You whimper when he says “good girl” it has your stomach fluttering all over again as you arch into his touch. He switches up his pace and fucks his fingers in deeper and deeper until he’s knuckle-deep inside that sopping cunt. Endless copious amounts of slick dribble down your pussy to your ass, making a real mess on that white marble counter..

“J-Jungkook..!” You breath out while digging your nails into his wrist, the pleasure was beginning to rise higher and higher, only making that little knot in your stomach tighten with each stroke.

Your husband doesn’t seem to mind you falling apart like that, in fact he speeds his pace up and rapidly fucks his fingers into your cunt. You’re literally letting out dribbles of squirt each time he fucks them back in, the pressure in your lower belly and the air around you turns hot. You find yourself shaking under his rough ministrations.

“C-Coming,” you gasp loudly, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of you.

Right as your pussy reaches that sweet abyss, Jungkook suddenly yanks his fingers out leaving your pussy gaping around nothing. You sob in frustration and let your head hit the mirror with a dull thud, “ ‘s not fair!”

Jungkook wipes his digits over your pussy before holding them up to your lips, “Suck.” He leaves no room for argument as you obediently take his fingers into your mouth and lick them clean. He watches with a dark expression, “Good girl, that’s enough. Next time you wanna play like that make sure you can handle the heat sweetheart. Cute.” He smirks evilly as he pats your cheek and heads out of the bathroom.

You bite back a groan of frustration, the edging is so going to be worth it in the long run though.. You lick your lips and hop off the counter on shaky legs, your orgasm may have been ruined but you still had a few things in your head that you wanted to try out on your dear husband.

“What’s wrong my love?” Jungkook asks from behind you as he gently massages your aching feet, “Is it the heels? You should’ve taken my shoes baby.” He softly mumbles.

It was nighttime by now and after a whole day of shopping and sight-seeing you were honestly ready to just hit the hay. Everytime he applied pressure on your sore tired feet, you couldn’t help the pained moan you’d let out. You were currently lying face down on the bed with your feet kicked back on Jungkook’s lap, just enjoying that foot rub.

“I’m okay, I was having too much fun to notice.” You softly reply while tilting your head to look back at him, “.. Jungkookie, I kind of had something on my mind—well it’s been in there for a good while now.” You softly admit.

“Okay,” he softly replies, ready and attentive.

You fully turn around and crawl over to sit on his lap, “What if we have another baby?” You toy with his necklace and pout, “It’s just that… Jae’s getting older and the house feels a little lonely now that he hangs out with friends and stuff..”

“So my sweetheart wants a baby?” He says with a soft look in his eye.

You timidly nod and wrap your arms around his neck, “Think about it, another mini-us running around the house like Jae used to,” you chuckle, “you remember when he was a devious devil…always getting into your office even though I told him not to,” you say fondly.

He chuckles endearingly, “Of course I remember baby, those were the best years of my life—raising him and coming home to you.”

“Soooo, that’s why I think it’d be a great idea to have another baby!” You giggle happily while smooching over his lips, “Cos you’re not gettin’ any younger, old man.” You stick your tongue out teasingly.

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “You’ve been hanging out with Jae too much, but no, unfortunately you’re stuck with this old man.” He snorts despite not really being THAT old like his own son made him out to be.

“You’re MY old man though,” you kiss his nose gently, “and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You cheekily grin.

He brings you in for a tender kiss, laying gentle pecks over your lips until you’re whining for him to stop. “I love you sweetheart.” He murmurs softly while stroking your hair, “I’m glad you decided to stick around, don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I mean, did I really have a CHOICE?” You roll your eyes with a smile, “I’m kidding love, you know I would do it all over again for you. Nothing in the world could ever change that.” You softly say and bring him closer.

Jungkook doesn’t protest when your lips meet, he wraps his arms around your back as his eyes slip shut. The kiss itself feels magical and you can’t help but wrap your arms tighter around him in a loving embrace. You break from the kiss to catch your breath, there’s a small string of saliva that connects your lips.

“C’mere.” Jungkook mumbles and brings you back in for another sweet kiss. He slowly falls back onto the bed and brings you with him, never parting from the messy spit-slick kiss.

You and Jungkook don’t last long just kissing because you find yourself tugging on his clothes and helping him strip vice-versa. The two of you find yourselves under the warm silky sheets, and a rose-scented aroma that fills the entire room after Jungkook decides to light the candle on a whim.

The sheer intimacy of it all, you’re not in a rush this time—this time is something meaningful. You can’t really find it in yourself to come out of that little romantic bubble right now, everything just wants to make you cry. It literally makes your heart hurt over how sweet and loving Jungkook is…what did you do to deserve him?

“Hi.” You softly say when Jungkook and you come face to face after kissing for what seemed like hours.

“Hi beautiful.” He nuzzles your nose gently and presses his forehead against yours.

You blush shyly and look away, “Yah, just shut up and give me my baby already.. All that talk and no action,” you giggle, “pussy isn’t gonna breed itself.” Jungkook’s mouth drops open at what you say and it sends you reeling into explosive laughter.

“Where did my sweetheart go huh? ‘S like a little devil just popped in to say hi,” he recovers from the initial shock with a low chuckle, “you’re gonna send me to an early grave.” He groans.

You lean down to whisper in his ear, “C’mon, I know you wanna fuck me till I catch—till I’m full and round with our baby again.” You purr cupping his jawline, “Turns you on doesn’t it? Knowing damn well that’s your baby you put in me.”

He swallows harshly and nods, “Love it sweetheart, I’ll die a happy man knowing that I got to put my kids in you before any other bastard could.” He growls.

“Then get to it,” you softly coo, “or I’ll find someone else to do the job for you.”

That turns him on like a switch, he flips the two of you over and pins your arms above your head with a dark look. “Yeah? Guess I gotta show you what you’d be missing then baby,” he takes a hold of his cock and slaps the wet tip over your pussy, “gonna make sure you’re filled by the end of the night.”

You moan softly at his words and spread your legs wider, “I want it—every last drop of it daddy, want you to breed me.” You pout softly while pursing your lips for a kiss.

He kisses you like a princess but fucks you like a whore, which is what you LOVED about him. You reach down to stroke his hard cock, running your thumb over the leaky tip and over every vein on his shaft. He looks like he’s in bliss as he bites his bottom lip and watches you with hooded eyes.

“Want it in me,” you softly say while rubbing his cock through your soft squishy folds, “can I please?”

“Fuck—anything you want babydoll.”

You give him the most precious smile ever and then push his cock towards your greedy hole. You easily take the head with ease as it pops in slowly. The two of you hiss low at the pressure as Jungkook slips inch after inch into your pussy.

“More, please,” you breathlessly sigh while laying your head back on the soft pillow.

Jungkook doesn’t even think he has the strength to say no to begin with. He holds himself up over you while slowly bumping his hips into yours. His cock is utterly drenched with your slick, the slide is messy and loud whenever he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he hisses and drops down to his elbows as he cages you in, “you feel so fucking good sweetheart.”

His balls are pressed snug, showing you that he really is taking this breeding thing seriously—more than ever now because you both have a mutual goal in mind. “It’s okay daddy,” you softly say, “I can take it.”

Jungkook pauses to look at you, damn near cursing when he sees that expression you got on your face. He hooks your thighs over his arms and folds you into a mating press with your hips tilted up, “There you go sweetheart, jus’ relax ‘n take it for me sweetheart.”

He whispers more praises under his breath while rocking into you gently. His pace doesn’t seem to stay the same because gradually he begins speeding up. Much like yesterday he really lets hell rain on your poor cunt.

You whimper and cry out while holding on with your toes curled from the pleasure. He doesn’t even bother with teasing or anything because he hits that sweet spot inside of you relentlessly. Each time he drives his cock in there’s a lewd wet smack, and the noises only get louder from there.

“T-There..! Don’t stop, please,” you whimper and grit your teeth, “feels so good..”

Jungkook huffs quietly and leans down to kiss over your bruised neck, “Yeah baby? You gonna let me fill that pussy up till you’re dripping? Gonna let me use it till I’m done?”

“Yes!” You gasp, “Anything for you,”

“For me?” He coos as he cups your chin and tilts your face to him, “Cute.” He smirks softly and continues fucking into you relentlessly.

The smacking sounds get louder and the bed creaks from force. You quite literally are seeing stars as he rocks your entire world, you can’t even form a coherent sentence let alone see through your starry vision.

“Jungkook..!” You whimper through your moans, “ ‘m gonna cum, please,” you sob as the tension begins rising, “can I, please daddy?” You whine out while gritting your teeth.

He stops to let your legs fall from his grip as he changes the pace and grabs onto your soft hips. He uses it as leverage to fuck into your cunt with repeated wet smacks. “Go on,” he grunts, “cum for me.” He spits between the two of you, right where your pussy opens up beautifully for him as he slides his thumb over your slippery clit.

Your mouth falls open when he rubs side to side in tandem with his thrusts. Your back arches and the air gets knocked out of you as you cum with intense waves of pleasure. “Jungkook,” you mewl desperately while pawing at him.

He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit until you go silent and your weak hands push at his wrist again. He growls low and rubs the sensitive bud faster until you’re drenching his lap and the sheets slick. His eyes briefly flicker up to see that you’re in bliss right now.

You feel the telltale signs of his orgasm as his cock throbs painfully inside of you. It only takes a few more pumps until Jungkook’s pressing his hips tight against you and milking every drop of his cum. His ragged moans and breathing have you getting wet all over again.

“Mm..” You tiredly let your hands flop on the bed, “I’m so sleepy..” You softly say.

Jungkook quietly grunts, “Just rest, I got you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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215-luv · 1 year

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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU WEAR THEIR HOODIE TO SLEEP

OIKAWA: “aww~ oh my god” he coos, walking closer to the mattress where you’re already laid down on as his eyes were quick to find their way upon your figure. he lays next to you, arms immediately finding place around your waist as he softly nuzzles his nose against yours with a grin on his face. “tell me why didn’t i get the idea of draping you in my clothes? this is absolutely adorable.”

AKAASHI: as soon as your boyfriend opens the door to your shared bedroom he swears he almost falls to his knees. he stands by the door bewildered for a moment, and then a soft chuckle escapes from his lips, shaking his head as he slowly makes his way to your side of the bed with light footsteps, making sure not to wake you up. the bed dips when he sits next to you, a loving smile appearing over his features as his eyes find themselves gazing upon the fabric of his hoodie that you’re currently wearing. “this is what i come home to? i’m absolutely not complaining.”

KUROO: “my god.” he breathes out, giving himself a few moments to compose himself because he swears he saw glimpse of his hoodie on your body. his steps on the floor were on a fast pace and he’s immediately standing next to the bed to confirm his sight. and when he does confirm them right, he couldn’t stop the huge smile forming over his face as he heaves a low chuckle, looking down at your sleeping figure, “you really have me speechless over here pretty. it’s unfair.”

KAGEYAMA: he only realizes it after he lays down next to your sleeping figure on bed, sprawling the sheets over him and you as his arms immediately find place around you, and wait—why is this fabric so familiar? is this- oh my god. it’s his sweater! and he freezes, immediately looking down through the sheets just to make sure he’s not assuming anything. and yet there it is flawlessly showing itself right infront of his eyes. his own sweater, on you. oh my god, he thinks. oh my god oh my god oh my god, he rambles in his mind. he didn’t know what to do, however his only option was to sleep, but how could he when you’re like this? he didn’t get a good night’s sleep at all, all that’s in his mind was how extremely adorable you were in his hoodie that he beats himself up for not realizing it much sooner. he simply can’t control himself when it comes to you.

SAKUSA: it has been a long day, the only thing he’s been wanting to do as he gets home is to melt in your arms & forget about everything in the world. when he does get a glimpse of your figure the moment he enters the bedroom, he swears he could feel the hard thump on his chest as his eyes basically zooms in on his hoodie draped over your figure—all the more desperation that gives him as he stands there taking in the sight, then slowly making his way towards you, his stare never faltering away as if he’s praying in his head that this isn’t one of his delusions. but then again, when he does slowly, but surely, takes his place next to you, fingers carefully stroking itself against the fabric of his hoodie while he admires all of you in your glory—he just couldn’t stop himself around you, trapping you tightly in his arms as he nuzzles his nose against the side of your head. he lets out the deepest exhale, and finally, here he is, basking upon your presence, completely forgetting about everything in the world.

ATSUMU: the man is extremely, disgustingly in love with you. as soon as his eyes fall over the hoodie you’re currently wearing, he recognizes it faster than the speed of light and he swears he nearly drops down the floor. he curses out a “shit” in a whisper while sitting on the bedside with wide eyes. he couldn’t believe this is happening, and he probably thinks this has been the best sight he’s seen his whole life—better than seeing osamu upset over a loss or whatever. despite his heart banging against his ribcage that he could practically feel it from his ears, his gentle hands runs against the sides of your body while he pulls you impossibly closer to him so that his large figure is all over you. and god, he’s obsessed with the way you look in his hoodie.

#hi…. heh #this is so crusty god please i havent written in so long i’m so sorry #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #akaashi x reader #kageyama x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x you

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heyjwi · 9 months

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night drive | pjs

synopsis: your boyfriend got his first car and wanted to treat you to a late night drive. his hands gripped the wheel tightly and all you could imagine was him gripping your neck.

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dom!jisung x fem reader

warnings : smut, public/car sex (not seen by anyone), choking, riding, breeding kink, pet names

jisung only recently bought his first car, a black mercedes e class. as you googled how it looked, you immediately got attracted to one thing about it. there was ambient lighting all around, it would definitely make night drives more romantic and calming.

your boyfriend was so excited to show you how cool his car was that he immediately dragged you out of your shared apartment as soon as he got home from the car shop. you couldn’t wait either, elated to see how hot jisung would look as he drove.

before you knew it, you two were on the road, he said he was just going to drive around the city which you had no problem with. the lights in the car illuminated a deep purple, it was hard to focus on the scenery as jisung kept spinning the stirring wheel literally every single second and for some reason he wore specs as well, this man was actually trying to kill you.

his hands were oddly attractive today, his veins popped out more due to his tight grip on the wheel. you turned away to avoid having weird thoughts but couldn’t help to look at him again.

“ji.. why do you keep doing that.”

you asked, fed up as you felt your body getting warmer. he looked at you for a split second and chuckled. “i’m not doing anything, my love” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. he grinned slyly, sliding his hand up between your legs, rubbing closely near to your crotch.

you knew exactly what he was trying to do, softly moaning as you adjusted yourself on the car seat. he groaned, feeling your legs clench his hands "seems like my plans working.." he whispered breathlessly, leaning to kiss you passionately as he stopped at a red light.

you pulled away and stared into his eyes, already feeling yourself getting wet. “go somewhere private ji..” he smirked mischievously and zoomed off as soon as the light turned green, pulling into a dark alleyway nearby. you climbed over, sitting on his lap and pouting at him.

he leaned in to kiss you passionately "you’re so pretty tonight" he grunted, sliding his fingers around your waist "i’ve been dreaming of this for a while now..." he growled softly pressing himself against you grinding his hips slowly against yours while still holding you close to him. you moaned and grinded on his lap, hands sitting on the window. jisung pulled off his specs, placing them down in the cup holder area.

he pushed his seat all the way back allowing you full access to his lap. he smiled proudly seeing how turned on you looked, "we can do this right?" he asked stroking your thighs affectionately, waiting for your consent. in response, you just bounced on his clothed cock, nodding as his hands gripped your waist tightly.

he pulled your shirt over your head, removing his own as you sat on him, grinding on his hard cock. his abs shone with a hint of purple that filled the car, he was so incredibly tempting. you sped up as you moaned loudly, feeling yourself release from just grinding down on him. he smiled lovingly, leaning up to kiss you before starting to caress your covered breasts "you want me inside you hm?", he teased rubbing your nipples through the thick fabric of your bra. "fucking your boyfriend in his new car, where anyone could see you"

you couldn’t help but moan at his statement, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your neck. “choke me ji..” you mumbled. he nodded, watching as your lips quivered "as you wish my love...". he wrapped his arms tightly around your neck, choking you gently "so this is what you like?" he hummed against your ear enjoying every second of it. you let out a stuttered moan, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

he grinned widely as he continued squeezing your throat slightly making you gag but not enough to hurt you. "how does that feel?" he asked leaning forward whispering into your ear "do you want more or less pressure?", he squeezed your throat harder and started placing gentle kisses along your jaw. you nodded, wanting to experiment more with him.

he laughed "maybe next time". releasing his grip on your throat allowing you to breath. he held your waist instead, smiling as you caught your breath. he pushed you downwards, your face resting near his crotch. jisung groaned softly as he pulled his pants down revealing his hard, leaking cock. he moaned rubbing himself gently “you know what i want right?"

you nodded, opening your mouth wide enough to fit his big size. he thrusted forward burying his entire length inside of your throat quickly causing you to gag slightly but you started sucking eagerly wanting to please him. he grunted at how obedient you were. "i love you so much.."

he slowed down his pace pulling out until just the tip remained in your mouth then slamming back in, making you choke loudly "a-ahh..." he groaned out loudly. jisung felt his body tense, "you're doing great.." he smiled patting your head affectionately "just keep going princess, i’m almost there..” he picked up the speed again ramming his thick shaft down your throat rapidly, forcing you to swallow everything.

you swallowed it all and wiped your lips, slowly moving up to sit on him. his grip tightened around your waist firmly as you pushed your panties to the side, slowly starting to ride him. grabbing his glasses and putting them on yourself, he groaned softly as he thrusted upwards into you. increasing the speed gradually and moaning loudly, seeing you in his glasses really turned him on.

he increased his pace once more, slamming into you with every thrust. "you’re so wet for me baby." his words were enough to make you cum but you tried to hang on, placing your hands on the window as the air in the car grew even warmer. he continued to pound into you, feeling your pussy convulse around his cock as he filled you up with his cum. he withdrew his cock from you, he watched as your body trembled in pleasure.

he held onto you, feeling your body pressed up against his chest. "you okay?", his glasses slipping off of your face.

you nodded in response, slowly sitting up to take the glasses off and unclasp your bra, he was enjoying the view of your bare chest. squeezing your nipples gently. "round two?" he said, getting harder as your breasts were practically in his face.

he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you impossibly closer, shoving himself inside you harshly. jisungs grip tightened even further, making sure you couldn't escape from him. "let me hear your voice baby" he growled, slamming himself harder against your body each time he spoke. "scream for me"

you let out a loud moan, chanting his name repeatedly, feeling your whole body shake, the car started shaking as well due to how fast he was going. he chuckled deeply, continuing to pound away at you relentlessly. his breathing became heavier as moans kept falling from your lips, sweat dripping off his forehead. “you’re all mine.. mine.." he cried out suddenly, filling you up with his seed.

it dripped from your pussy, your lips letting out another loud moan, causing him to smile. he gently placed you onto the backseat, moving behind you and pushing your hips up. he smirked, taking a moment to admire your fucked out expression before opening your legs, he started licking your pussy hungrily. "gonna give your body all the attention it deserves tonight."

you gasped loudly , burying your face in your hands. he grinned, giving your thighs a playful slap before eating you out messily. he licked faster, pushing two fingers inside your hole while doing so. you squeezed around his fingers “i-i can’t take-“ you shook violently as cum spilt out of you, accompanied by a loud, erotic moan.

he smiled warmly, pulling his fingers out slowly. “one more round princess.. im so fucking hard." he pushed your waist down until you were laying flat against the seat. lifting you onto his lap and sliding his cock inside of you slowly at first, then began picking up speed. "see.. how horny i am for you..” you couldn’t even reply, you were in a daze, feeling your head fall back.

jisung wrapped his arms around you, thrusting deeply into you. "that’s right, take my cock. take it all..." he kissed your neck tenderly as he continued fucking into you. he leaned forward, kissing you passionately while continuing to fuck you roughly. "so fucking beautiful.. gonna fill you up.”

you kept chanting his name, whining out how good he was. his mind soared with pleasure, loving the way you squirmed under him. he was addicted to you. "so beautiful.." he cupped your breasts with one hand, thumbing your nipples hard as he continued pumping into you.

the car steamed up, filled with grunts and wet slapping sounds. he slammed into you harder, growling like an animal. “gonna breed you hmm, you’re gonna be so pretty.." his fingers dug into your hips as he fucked into you savagely.

you couldn’t help but cum hard at his words. he let out a loud grunt, filling you with his warm seed and moaning in satisfaction as he held you tightly. he kissed you fiercely, biting your lip as he pulled away. jisung gently pushed his cum into you with one last thrust before pulling out. he put his pants back on and turned his attention to you, grabbing a wet wipe from the front compartment to clean you up, helping you dress up before sitting back in the drivers seat, adjusting it to its normal state.

“you should rest a little, i’ll wake you up when we get home.”, he said, putting his specs back on and turning around to smile at you innocently, as if he didn’t just fuck you stupid.

#nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #jisung hard hours #nct dream smut #park jisung smut #nct hard thoughts #nct smut #park jisung #jisung nct #jisung smut #nct drabbles #jisung hard thoughts #park jisung hard hours #nct dream hard hours #jisung x reader

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cameronspecial · 2 months

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Ghost Of A Memory

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Loss of a Spouse During Childbirth and Grief

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: All Rafe wants are memories of his family, but sometimes he has to remind himself that he can't have that.

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The warm summer sun glows across Rafe’s pale skin, kissing it so that it will soon tan his skin a darker shade. Laughter fills the air and a sappy face falls on Rafe’s face as his eyes fall on the sight of his wife and daughter on the playground. Hannah is climbing the ladder on a mission to go down the slide again; Y/N is waiting for her baby girl at the bottom of the slide to catch her. Hannah plops her butt onto the plastic contraption and squeals in delight as she zooms toward her mother. He finishes laying out the sandwiches on the plates and calls out to his girls, “Lunch is ready.” Y/N keeps her daughter in her arms, taking them both to the picnic blanket, where their lunch is laid out on it. “Salami, tomato, arugula and garlic cream cheese for me. Cheese and lettuce for Little Lady. And turkey, lettuce, tomato, and Havarti for my love,” Rafe announces, pointing to everyone’s meal as he lists the ingredients. Y/N leans forward to kiss his cheek, “Thank you for getting this all ready, Handsome.” Rafe’s cheeks warm like they always do at the nickname. It’s such a basic nickname, but coming from her, it makes him feel like he can do a thousand backflips one after the other. Hannah throws herself into her dad’s arms with her own thank you directed towards him.

The family finishes their food and Hannah is invited to play ball with a boy around her age. Y/N rests her head on Rafe’s shoulder as they both watch their daughter play with her new friend. “I think we should have another one,” she whispers to him. He beams at the idea and presses his lips to her temple, “I think I would love to have another one. Maybe a little boy with your hair and my eyes this time.” “Hmm, that sounds like a great idea,” she agrees. Hannah lets out a scream in delight, except the longer it goes on, the more it starts to sound like a cry.

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Rafe wakes up with a jerk into a sitting position. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands as he looks around the dark room. Hannah stands in her crib in the corner of the room, rattling against the bars with her cries. Her father swings his feet over the side of the bed and pads over to her. She reaches her arms up toward him and he picks her up. He brings her to his chest, letting her nuzzle his neck. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here, Little Lady,” he soothes. He bounces in hopes of providing her with some sort of comfort. He is so tired, yet he can’t go back to sleep because it seems as though Hannah doesn’t want to sleep. He presses his lips against her forehead, “Please, Little Lady, go back to sleep. Daddy is tired.” He tries to see if she is hungry and quickly learns that she isn’t. “What can I give you so you can go to sleep?” he begs, picking up her stuffed penguin. The penguin is rejected, so he tries offering her her blankie. Hannah screeches and throws it on the ground in dissatisfaction. His eyes dart around the room in search of anything that will appease the bebe. Finally, he spots what he thinks is going to cease the crying.

He picks up the fading navy zip-up sweater and wraps it around his daughter's shoulders. The nine-month-old immediately calms, snuggling into the fabric of the hoodie. Rafe sighs, “I know. I miss her too.” He sits in the rocking chair opposite the crib. He looks at the empty spot on the bed beside his, drawing in the figure that should be there for himself. The woman creating a dip in the bed sits up and gives him a lazy smile. “Did she wake up? I don’t know how I slept through her cries. Is she hungry?” Y/N mumbles, standing from the bed. Her footsteps drag against the floor to stand in front of them. He grins up at her, “It’s okay. I figured out what she wanted. It was your Chapel Hill sweater.” He lifts Hannah up a bit so Y/N can see the school logo on the back. “That makes sense,” she agrees. “She’s always been a Mama’s girl.” Rafe chuckles, “So true. I can’t blame her though. She has a pretty amazing mom.” Y/N leans over to kiss her family members and he closes his eyes to embrace the feeling, but just as her skin is supposed to make contact with his, the daydream he is creating for himself dissolves. Instead of the feeling of her lips, he gets a kiss from the wind and he opens his eyes with furrowed eyebrows.

The room is void of any other human being, except for Hannah in his arms. He looks over to the other side of his bed and finds it empty. Likes it has been for the last nine months. The room lacks air and Rafe begins to hyper-ventilate. His immediate thought is to get up to look for the missing link in the room. And then he finally remembers that his dreams can only ever be the ghost of a memory he never gets to make because the love of his life never made it out of the hospital with their baby girl.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

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wileys-russo · 9 months

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face masks and horror films II l.williamson x reader

can’t decide if I love this or I hate this but we do love hopelessly soft girlfriend banter 🫶🏻

face masks and horror films II l.williamson x reader

"jesus babe what the hell is in this? it smells like literal petrol." leahs face twisted into a disgusted grimace as she sniffed the top of the bottle, yanking her head away immediately as you moved the flyaways off of her forehead, tucking them behind her ears and tying her hair back into a loose bun.

today was a day you knew would be nothing short of gut wrenching for your girlfriend, the lionesses world cup squad was to be announced, and leahs name wouldn't be on there.

though she was doing well at hiding how much it obviously hurt, unlike others you were not as easily fooled and knowing the older girl like the back of your hand you saw right through her act.

none the less you were still wanting to respect that the defender clearly didn't want to make much of a fuss over it or even talk about it.

though knowing how much it was actually affecting her you'd used the excuse of being stressed out from your own work load to talk her into an at home pamper day of sorts, with the real intent being to try and take her mind off the squad roster.

you'd been by her side and in her corner every single day since she'd gone down and done her acl, and it had hardly been easy given the your girlfriend was quite honestly one of the most stubborn, independent, strong willed, and sometimes pig headed women you'd ever met, but you loved her dearly for it.

her burning passion and fierce loyalty made her the perfect leader and the most protective and loving of partners, but it was the moments where her walls were down and she was vulnerable and honest and open with you that really made you fall so deeply for the older girl.

your paths had first crossed at a local park, leah our for a walk with her mum enjoying the rare appearance of sunshine on her day off.

you babysitting your troublesome nephew had hoped some fresh air and a kick around of a ball would help to tire him out, and had promptly whisked him off to the park with you.

you were hopelessly naive though and instead had spent the afternoon tiring yourself out as he ran rings around you, energy supply seemingly endless as he zoomed around the park.

only six years old, tall for his age and far from the most self aware of children with his head in the clouds more often than not. it wasn’t long before he’d quite literally slammed into the back of an unsuspecting leahs legs, taking her down to the ground as he chased after the football you’d toe punted in the wrong direction.

“i’m so incredibly sorry oh my god are you alright??” you’d sprinted over as the girl got to her feet, tailbone throbbing and ready to give a very unimpressed mouthful to the parent of the pocket rocket which had taken her off her feet without so much as a hello.

only the moment her eyes fell to you her mouth dried up, words dying on her lips as any ounce of ill will or anger dissipated. “yeah I’m okay.” leah had managed to stutter out, her mum seeing the slight blush grow on her daughters cheeks and excusing herself with the lie she needed to make a phone call.

“archie oliver green you come here right now and apologise to this poor lady!” you shouted at your nephew as he collected the ball he was chasing in the first place. face paling he scurried over and rambled out an apology toward leah, looking up at you for approval as you nodded, running a hand fondly through his hair before excusing him to continue playing.

you continued to apologise yourself over and over to the unfamiliar blonde who waved you off each time, though after much pestering accepted your offer of buying her a coffee in return for the trouble.

and from the moment you’d teased her for ordering a hot chocolate instead, the rest was history.

"leah you're being ridiculous it literally has no smell." you rolled your eyes, snatching the bottle of face mask mixture back off of your girlfriend and squeezing a small amount of its contents onto your palm.

"nope, there is no way that's going on my face." leahs hands grabbed at your wrists holding them firmly away from her. the blonde leant back with a determined shake of her head as you again tried to move forward to start applying the charcoal mask to her cheeks, your own already beginning to dry.

"you already agreed!" you protested with a huff trying to pull your hands from her iron clad grip. the two of you stood in the bathroom of your shared north london flat, you had already made quick work of hinting to your girlfriend that a day of self care would really help you get over the stress you were under at work which was a lie.

and though the idea of caring for you was always a priority in the forefront of leahs mind, a day of skin care and pampering was more to the blondes displeasure.

"well that was before i realised you'd just be slapping mud on my face!" leah argued as you puffed air out of you nose in annoyance, firmly staring the older girl down. "for god sakes leah we just had this discussion, it's not mud!" you groaned loudly as she finally let you go, allowing you to move to wash your hands where the charcoal mixture had already dried on your palm.

"it's good for your skin and you'll feel good once it's done le, i promise." you tried again adding in a charming smile and a tilt of your head as leah simply narrowed her eyes, cute as she found you she wasn't giving in that easily to your demands.

admittedly it normally didn't take much for leah to give in and give you whatever you wanted, hell the blonde defender would spoil you rotten every day if she had the chance. she was always sneaking off to get the dinner bill or paying for activities ahead of time on date nights to stay one step ahead of you, shutting up your whinging about it with a kiss and a mumble of how you deserved it against your lips.

"alright i'll make you a deal." leah started with a deep sigh as you crossed your arms over your chest, begrudgingly nodding for her to continue.

“if I let you put this shit on my face, we're watching a movie of my choice later, no arguments from you at all about what i pick." leah negotiated as your eyes locked, neither of you backing down.

"leah if this is just an excuse for you to make me watch porn with you-" you began as leahs eyes widened at the accusation. "scuse you i'm a good girl i would never do that." the blonde grinned as her hands reached out to ball your top in her fists, tugging you to stand inbetween her legs where she was sat down on the edge of the bath tub.

"thought you wanted to watch game of thrones?" you challenged, your girlfriend having been sure she made it crystal clear that even with your often conflicting schedules neither of you were to watch a single minute of your current shared fixation without the other.

"changed my mind. we have a deal?" leah raised an eyebrow as her hands wrapped around the back of your legs. her chin came to rest on your stomach, piercing blue eyes staring up toward you as she patiently awaited an answer.

you sighed deeply before nodding, knowing that with all she had going on it really wouldn't be fair of you to deny her just watching a movie of her choosing.

the main turn offs for you only being you knew she would either put on a documentary which was incredibly boring or a horror film, neither of which would be your go to choices.

"look who finally learned what a compromise is." you mumbled under your breath, nudging leah's knees further apart you moved in closer as the english captain pulled her head off your stomach and closed her eyes, hands running absentmindedly up and down your bare sides, you once again squeezing a small amount of the mask mixture onto your hands.

"i would personally say allowing you to hide your face in my chest when we watch a horror film is a very fair compromise my girl." leah stated calmly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

you rolled your eyes in response her words all but confirming you would both be watching something scary later, starting to gently cover her face with the mask mixture, leah tensing a little and gripping to you tighter as the cold cream touched her skin.

"leah williamson, englands new face of chivalry." you sighed sarcastically, squirming as the blonde pinched at her your side for the comment, rather enjoying her easy access to your skin as you were only wearing a pair of her england joggers and a cropped black tank top.

"how long does this have to stay on for?" leah complained almost immediately as you finished, stepping away to wash your hands before stashing the bottle back on the top drawer of your mirrored cabinet.

drying your hands you slipped your phone out of your pocket, snapping a quick picture of leah when the girl wasn't looking and sending it to alex who'd gifted you the bottle of expense face mask cream she'd gotten in one of her many pr packages.

"twenty-ish minutes, come on i'll paint your nails next." you offered, holding your hand out towards the older girl and wiggling your fingers impatiently. "wasn't this pamper day for your benefit baby?" leah chuckled as she grabbed at your hand anyway. "it's for both of us, and looking after you makes me just as happy if not more." you answered sincerely, dipping down to steal a kiss from the blonde whose heart melted at your words.

leah stood from the baths edge and gratefully squeezed your hand, hating how much she truly was whipped over you, forever teased by her friends and team mates about it this was just further proof in the pudding.

"i'd say pick a colour, but..." you grabbed the small bottle of white nail polish knowing better than to offer something more bold, leahs lips curling into a smile as she sat down on your shared bed, tucking one leg underneath her and carefully moving her bandaged leg to lay down flat, still not having the largest range of movement in the new knee.

"oi i've been meaning to ask you, why the hell do we have so many cushions?" leah questioned abruptly with a frown as she moved several off the bed and wiggled herself into a comfortable position as you sat down beside her, urging her to stay still as you began painting the nails on her left hand.

"decoration? comfort? cause i like them?" you shrugged without looking up, eyes focused sharply on your girlfriends hand determined not to mess anything up.

"you throw them all off when we sleep anyway, I just don't understand it." leah shook her head making you smile though your eyes stayed trained on the task at hand as you bent her head, gently blowing on the wet varnish and warning her not to move her hand until it dried.

"i don't always throw them off." you defended quietly, moving carefully onto leah's other hand and frowning a little when you noticed your girlfriend had once again been chewing on her nails, an anxious habit you thought she'd stopped, but you decided against mentioning it right now.

"we have never slept with them on the bed." leah quickly disagreed, bringing her left hand to her mouth and also gently blowing on the wet nails to help them dry faster

"well you're not always here are you." you mumbled, leah hiding a smile at the thought of her girlfriend using cushions as a replacement for her when away for the night, which though rare did still happen, especially during the WSL season.

"if I could move my face I'd kiss you." leah commented dryly making you laugh, the older girl trying to move her face which had hardened quite significantly from the mask. "that means it's working." you grinned happily, leah now blowing on the nails of her right hand.

"can i do yours now please?" leah asked softly not having much faith she would do a good job but always wanting to give back to you the love you poured endlessly into her.

with a happy nod you stood and picked out a pale purple for your own nails, sitting down cross legged and speaking the blonde through the task, rewarding her with a soft kiss as she finished each nail, the sweet action only spurring her on further.

as leah finished your first hand her phone began to ring, her best friends name flashing on the screen as leah clicked accept and put it on speaker so she could continue. "hi scotty." leah called out, eyes trained down to your hand as you smiled proudly at her obvious efforts.

"how's the face mask going then spock?" alex teased as leahs eyes flickered up to you with an unimpressed glare. "you sent a picture to her? babe!" the blonde groaned as alex laughed, the three of you falling into comfortable conversation.

"what are you both up to tonight then?" alex asked after she'd finished recounting her morning spent rubbing elbows with celebrities at a charity brunch. "self care and pamper night!" leah answered perkily, voice dripping with sarcasm as you shook her head and playfully kicked at her, careful not to touch her bandaged leg.

"we're gonna watch a movie later if you care to come join?" leah offered, finishing up your nails as you beamed proudly and gave her a proper kiss, alex making gagging noises over the call and complaining she didn't call just to hear the two of you make out.

"which movie then?" alex asked once the teasing had died down. "poltergeist." leah announced happily and your eyes almost bugged out of your head at his words, the older blonde looking to you as if challenging you to argue with her choice. "oh pass thanks, joey had nightmares for months when we watched that for the first time as a family."

"months leah!" you turned to your girlfriend with fear stricken eyes who simply shrugged, unbothered. "deals a deal." the blonde smiled smugly, shutting up your further protests with another kiss as alex gagged again and bid you both goodbye, needing to get back to her event.

"right that's twenty minutes, get this crap off my face now please." leahs phone chimed with an alarms, the blonde swinging herself carefully off the bed with a small squeak.

"You set a timer?" you asked in disbelief, following her back to the bathroom. "my face feels like a rock is this going to take my skin off?" leah asked worriedly, looking at herself in the mirror as you rolled your eyes and pushed her to sit back down on the edge of the bath.

"honestly leah and you tell everyone I'm the dramatic one in this relationship."

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"feels nice doesn't it? told you the mask works." you smiled noticing leah constantly touch at her face fondly, the defender hastily pulling her hands away and flipping her girlfriend off as she clicked on the tv, scrolling through netflix to find what she wanted.

the two of you had ordered a chinese for dinner and with much begging leah had agreed the two of you could watch an episode of game of thrones as you ate, your plan that she would be too invested to want to watch a film after failing miserably as she turned the show off after two episodes and ordered you up to the bedroom.

"come." leah ordered, making grabby hands at you where she lay down already in bed, patting the empty space between her outstretched legs expectantly. "needy." you teased with a cheeky smile as leah pouted, whining that you were taking too long.

despite her sometimes tough exterior the older girl could be incredibly clingy when she was in the right mood, often tiredly demanding you run your hands through her hair and scratch at her back as she laid down on top of you after a hard training, falling asleep with her head tucked into your neck as you mumbled in her ear sweet affirmations of just how much you loved and adored her, and how proud you were of all her achievements.

since her surgery the two of you had been up and down to say the least. some days leah not wanting any sort of coddling or to hear your insistent positive comments that she was doing well, too engrossed in the reality of what her injury was holding her back from to focus on what she was working towards.

but a few hours of stony silence would pass as you gave her the desired space she needed and afterward the blonde would always come crawling into bed with you, murmuring a sincere apology as she pressed her face into your neck, slowly trailing gentle kisses down the column of your throat, teeth tugging teasingly at your ear lobe before she'd go in for a proper kiss to show how sorry she really was.

"oh wait, lights." leah nodded to the switch near your head as you gave her a look. "you turn it off or I turn it off, it's not staying on. baby girl we never have lights on when we watch a movie, it ruins the atmosphere." leah teased with a grin and you flipped her off without looking and engulfed the room into a soft darkness, padding your way back to the bed purposefully dragging your feet as leah impatiently tutted, huffing dramatically at your antics.

"oh i'll protect you gorgeous." leah mocked as you carefully sat down on the bed and slid your back into her front, mindful of her knee, the defender squeezing your cheeks between her fingers with a coo.

"don't patronise me williamson." you warned seriously, wrenching her hands off and crossing your own over your chest as leah simply chuckled and grabbed the bowl of popcorn, resting it on one of the many cushions scattered around the bed, both of you laying together on top of the covers as it wasn't all that cold. "sorry, y/l/n." leah apologized with an amused smile.

you sighed deeply as the movie began to play and your girlfriends arms snaked around your waist, hands resting on the warm exposed skin of your stomach and rubbing comforting circles into your hips with her slender fingers.

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normally when the two of you watch a film together one of you would wind up asleep before the end, and it was usually you.

however tonight was far from that.

the movie had about half an hour left and you were rigidly awake, to the point where leah could feel the muscles in your abs tense every time you would squeeze your eyes closed at something you deemed scary.

much like right now, leah knew there was a jump scare coming and could feel your stomach tense under her fingers as you braced yourself for what was to come. the music shrill and daunting on the screen infront of you, hinting that there was something sinister to follow.

"ah!" leah suddenly yelled, digging her fingers into your sides right before the jump scare when the movie had fallen dead silent. "fucking hell!" you swore, tipping the near empty bowl of popcorn in your lap all over the bed from shock as you jumped half a foot from the false scare, leah's body vibrating behind you as the blonde threw her head back pissing herself at your expense.

"fuck you leah!" you swore again bringing her clenched fist down hard on the blondes bare thigh of her good leg, numbing it with the force of the hit as you yanked your girlfriends arms off of you, moving the now empty bowl out of your way and getting to your feet.

"i'm sorry!" leah managed to choke out between her laughter, now laying down in bed as she held her stomach trying to catch her breath among her howls. "no baby come back please!" leah called out with another laugh as you stepped into the bathroom, making a point to slam the door closed after you to show your displeasure with the blonde.

"no, get away from me." you ordered moodily, sticking your leg out as a barrier as leah joined you and attempted to give you a hug, the older girl smirking at you as she grabbed her own toothbrush, the two of you wordlessly completing your night time routines

"you know you can't stay mad my pretty girl you're far too in love with me." leahs breath was warm on your skin as she wrapped her arms around you from behind once you'd returned to your bedroom, pressing a few apologetic kisses to your neck as always.

"your ego fueled confidence is nauseating." you mumbled with a roll of your eyes but didn't make any move to pull away only making leah smile against your tanned skin. "don't be so stroppy." leah teased quietly, now perfectly painted fingernails tracing patterns on your stomach.

"don't you want to finish your stupid movie?" you huffed, unwrapping the girls arms from you and moving toward the bed to pick up the few popcorn kernels which had spilled in the bed after your fright, placing the bowl on your dresser to take downstairs tomorrow, not bothered to take the stairs this time of night.

"no I think there's other things I'd much rather do." leah hummed with a suggestive smile. "oh you wish!" you let out a bark of laughter catching on with a shake of your head, getting into bed and indeed throwing the cushions onto the floor.

"not happening leah, go to sleep." you shot your leg up again, foot pressed against the defenders chest as the girl slipped under the covers with you, moving to kneel between your legs and staring down at you with a charmingly cheeky smile.

grabbing her girlfriends leg leah easily pushed it aside, cold hands resting on the younger girls hips as she laid down half on top of you, body slotted between your bare legs, you having changed out of her joggers into a pair of silk pyjama shorts.

"i'm sorry-" leah began to apologise, hands moving to rest either side of her girlfriends face as she laid down more, body pressing against yours beneath her. "-sorry that you are so easy to scare." leah finished after planting a sweet kiss on your lips, you now shoving her off of you with an unimpressed grunt.

"the offer of hiding your face in my chest is still on the table, even without the movie." leah grinned burying her face in your neck, teeth nipping suddenly at the skin as you squirmed. "oh really?" leah smiled in surprise as you quickly moved to sit on top of her, legs resting either side of the blondes hips, once again mindful of her knee.

humming without another word you dipped her head, trailing kisses from the older girls jaw down her neck before bringing your lips together in a proper kiss. and for once you weren't so quick to give over control to the captain laid down under you, your own tongue sliding into her mouth as cold hands trailed up the inside of the light t-shirt that covered her body, pushing it up slightly as her breath hitched.

leah moaned slightly as your knee made its way between her legs, pressing down gently making you smirk against her lips as her hips bucked, the blonde clearly riled up as you'd wanted. "i'm sorry-" you started, whispering in leahs ear softly as her eyes fluttered closed.

"-sorry that this is all you're getting." you finished with a grin, all traces of your touch disappearing from leahs body as you rolled off of her, laying back down in bed facing away from her as the older girl immediately begin to loudly announce her protests, sitting up in bed and glaring down at you as the sound of your laughter now echoed off your bedroom walls.

"you're lucky you're cute." leah grumbled as you smirked up at her, grabbing at the collar of her top and tugging the taller girl back down into your awaiting arms. adjusting her position leah shuffled down the bed slightly, head coming to settle on your chest, her eyes feeling heavy as your fingers weaved their way through her hair, nails scratching at her scalp as you melted into one another's tender touch.

unbeknownst to you leah had known from the moment you suggested the pamper day today what your true motives were, and even more to her surprise it had actually worked and she'd found her mind hadn't even drifted to thoughts of the world cup, spending the majority of her time focused on you and away from her phone.

and the sincerity of your attempted rouse only made the blonde fall even more head over heels in love with you.

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #woso blurbs #leah williamson #fic recs #leah williamson x reader

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gaypirate420 · 2 months

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Boyfriend // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x male!reader.

A/N: Just wanted to write the Cullen's being a family and Jasper being a ranging homosexual.

Summary: Jasper likes a booooyyyyyy uuuuhhh~

Fluff. Blood drinking (animal).

Esme was in the kitchen, making some food for Bella now that the girl comes for dinner almost everyday. The mother of the household saw a particular blonde coming downstairs with a smile on his face and fingers texting rapidly.

Esme smirked, she was filled with curiousity, Jasper rarely leaves his room and rarely smiles, no, he doesn't smile at all.

"Where are you going, hun?" The woman asked, the blonde stopped on his tracks and his smile has now faded but maintain a polite smirk that seems only reserved for any women that holds authority over him.

"Just goin' for a walk, ma'am." He spoke softly, Emmet from the couch laughed, the mother arched an eyebrow and Jasper narrowed his eyes at his brother.

"He's going to see his boyfriend!" Emmet shouted from the living room, a laugh coming from Edward followed.

"He's not my boyfriend." Jasper rolled his eyes and meet his "mother's" teasing smirk.

"Yet." Alice chimed in with a smile.

"Go ahead, Jasper. Tell Esme who is not your boyfriend." Rosalie spoke after Alice with a playful smirk. Jasper furrowed his eyebrows to his "twin." Should he tell Esme? He doesn't tell her anything anyway.

"Isn't he one of Carlisle's ancient friends?" Edward spoke this time from the couch, Esme tried to guess which one of their friends could be Jasper's type, or at least what she thought it's his type.

"He's not ancient." Jasper spoke with a defensive tone which made the rest of his siblings chuckle.

"He's like a million years old." Emmet said from the living room.

"So who is it then?" Esme spoke politely and took Jasper by his arm but not really touching him. Jasper sighed, he feels embarrassed and angry.

Jasper said your name.

Esme's mouth opened to speak but closed immediately. She knew you, or well, of you. You're not really the extrovert type and the only vampire that hasn't had a problem with you is Carlisle. You're a little too mischievous for the rest of vampires.

"May I go now, ma'am?"

"Yeah his boyfriend gonna be so mad if he arrives late for their date!" Emmet shouted again, making everyone laugh. Jasper thinks about attacking his "brother" to make him shut up, those loud thoughts making Edward feel uneasy now, hitting Emmet with his elbow discreetly to shut him up.

"Do you like him?" She whispered. Jasper nodded, a small smile appearing on his rosy lips.

"Yes, ma'am." The blonde whispers back. Esme nodded and smiled widely.

Jasper is reserved, withdrawn and he seems miserable most of the times, but right now, he looks happy.

"Does he treat you well?" She asks something that is very important for her, the blonde's lips curl into a smile again and his mind reading brother read all of the sweet thoughts he got about you.

"Yes, ma'am."

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Jasper walked through the forest, the moon was about to rise and the air was cool.

Someone is running near the woods, the leaf crush under the rapid walk.

His golden eyes looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. The trees, he can hear the wood cracking and the leafs falling.

"Look over here, goldilocks!" You shouted.

Jasper smirked and turn around to see you up on a tree. You jumped and landed infront of him.

"Did I scare you, cowboy?" You spoked teasingly as your red eyes meet his golden ones.

"I was trembling with fear, pretty boy." He muttered softly, his texan drawl making you feel all tingly. He couldn't help but to stare down at your lips as they curled into a smile.

"Let's meet at the top of our tree!." You smacked his shoulder softly before zooming out. Jasper chuckled and started to run behind you matching your incredible speed.

You did a spin and take a bunny that passed by. Jasper shaked his head.

"Stop showing off!" The blonde shouted behind you. You laughed.

"You're jealous you're not as cool as I am!" You responded before starting to climb a tree. You could hear Jasper catching up with you before you jumped from one tree to another, feeling the wind hit your face and the comforting smell of plants after a rainy day.

Jasper admired your vampiric beauty as he ran, he felt those strange tingles in his stomach again. He couldn't take his eyes off you.

You climbed and jumped until you stopped at the tree you've designated as yours and Jasper's. You looked down at him as he climbed up to meet you.

"You lost." You teased as you hold the bunny on your arms.

"I let you win." He replied with a smirk. You laughed and sat down on the branch of the tree.

"You lost and loser's don't get juicy bunnies for dinner." You bared your fangs at the small animal, Jasper looked at you and smirked.

"I dare you to do it. I want to see you drink the blood of an animal, pretty boy. Actually drink it." He talked between a chuckle. You furrowed your eyebrows and growl at him playfully before taking the bunny and bury your fangs on the small creature.

You pulled away, he could see you swallowing the blood before your face scrunched into one of pure disgust.

Jasper bursted laughing at you.

You smiled, you've never heard his laugh, it made you feel a strange sensation on your stomach. Or it may be the horrible sip of blood you've just drank.

"May I?" Jasper asked holding his hand out for the bunny.

"It's all yours, blondie. I warn you, that's the worst blood I've drank in four hundred years." You handed the perishing animal to his pale hands.

Jasper bared his fangs, his pupils dilate, hiding his golden eyes behind a pitch black wall. He buried his fangs deep into the animal, the bunny screamed but the cries died down quickly as the vampire drains it's life.

A couple of blood drops fall down his sweater. The blonde pulled away and tossed the dry cadaver of the animal down to the forest.

You couldn't pull your eyes away.

That was hot you have to admit. You cleared your throat.

"Do you actually like feeding from animals?" You asked, you always wondered if animals are as tasty as humans, Jasper thinks for a moment about it, he nods.

"It was hard get used to the taste. But it is better than feeling like I want to kill myself after each feeding." He spoke softly and with full honestly.

You lean over and wipe the blood from his lips with your thumb.

Jasper froze for a second. Your touch was gentle, his shoulders relaxed. It's been decades since he felt something so nice.

Your face was now so close to his, your eyes meet. If there's a word that defines you it's impulsive.

You lean over and lock your lips with his. It was a slow dance, shy at first from both parts.

Jasper pulled away, his golden eyes wide and shiny, he was about to withdrawl but instead came back in full force. Kissing you in a bolder way, his cold hand cupping your jaw.

He depends on the kiss, a delicious moan leaves his lips, a groan from your part following after, he's tasting you, touching you and drowning in your scent. He has never felt this way and he couldn't control his urges.

Your back meets the huge tree. Jasper it's almost on top of you now.

The blonde pulls away once more, to take a useless breath. You feel dizzy with happiness because the southerner felt himself radiant with joy.

The two stay silent. Eyes lingering into each other for a couple of seconds before Jasper's lips touch yours a third time. This time it's more gentle and loving.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time...ever since I met you, you light up my world, darlin'." He whispers, you can only look at him, you've never had anyone be this soft and caring with you.

You want to speak, to say you've felt the same way, that he became very special to you, that he made you feel worthy and loved.

But he could feel it too. He knew.

His lips leave a soft kiss on your forehead before he rests his head on your shoulder. You smile and wrap your arms around him.

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A/N: Heyyyy, sorry I've been away. I'm really focused on school and that's why I haven't written shit. This was on my drafts so here it is. You can still send requests or asks just know I'm going to take a little of time in answering. Hope you liked it!

#jasper whitlock hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x male reader #x male reader #twilight x male reader

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alloftheimaginesblog · 9 months

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webcam {peter parker}

inspired by a post by @dailyau

We're the only two with our cameras on on this Zoom call and you are so pretty AU

character: peter parker x female reader

For college, you had enrolled in an extra advanced bioscience course, it helped to get your grade up and it was only two hours a week. It was a Saturday morning so it took up a small part of your weekend but it covered 10% of your overall grade so you were happy to do so. It was a lot of just listening to the tutor explain things and the PowerPoints were always sent to you afterwards so all you had to do was show face and you could catch up on the reading at a later date.

You were sitting at your desk trying your best to look interested as the tutor droned on and on. You noticed that you and one other person had your cameras on, aside from the lecturer. His name was Peter, you read off his screen. He looked to be around your age and looked as interested in the course as you did. He was tapping his pencil against his lip as his other hang ran through his hair. He was quite handsome, you thought before shaking yourself out of thoughts about boys and tried once more to concentrate...

It wasn't long before your eyes wandered back to the mysterious Peter.

Peter Parker sat with his eyes glued to the screen trying to look interested but all he could focus on was you. You weren't doing the same course and he'd not seen you around campus so he could only assume you went to a different college too. You were... gorgeous. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the grainy image of you with your hair in a messy bun and the way your nose scrunched in concentration.

He cleared his throat, rubbing a tired hand over his face as he tried to stop staring at you. He grabbed his latest spider trinket and began to fiddle with it but it didn't take long before his eyes found their way back to you. You were sipping some coffee was it? Tea? He wondered if you liked coffee, what kind of coffee was your favourite? A latte? Black? Maybe he could take you out for coffee.

Feeling a little brave, Peter moved his mouse so that the cursor hovered over your video. "(y/n)..." He murmured softly, "pretty." His eyes darted to the mute button just making sure he was definitely muted before he right clicked on your video. A list of options appeared and Peter selected Send Message.

For about ten minutes, he typed, deleted and retyped a message over and over again. Peter never did anything like this, he wasn't usually so brave or so bold but maybe it was the coffee he'd downed at 8am but he was sending you something, he just wasn't sure what. Eventually he settled for something and with a deep breath he hit Send.

Peter Parker: @(yourname) hi so this is random and hopefully not weird but it's just me and you with webcams on and i just want to tell you that you are so unbelievably pretty. I'm Peter. Peter Parker by the way.

He waited with baited breath and could see the moment you read the message as a wide smile crept onto your face and your hand pressed against your face bashfully. He grinned.

"Mr Parker," the lecturer's voice sounded, breaking his happiness, "I appreciate that you this Miss (Y/L/N) is unbelievably pretty but please send her these messages using the private function. Right click and select Send Private Message... And do it out with my lesson. Thank you."

Peter's face fell and his cheeks immediately turned bright red, "Oh, fuck!" He hissed as he scrambled up to sit up straighter in his seat. Quickly he hit the unmute button, "I am so, so sorry!" He panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

The lecturer rolled their eyes but the hint of a smile was on his face as he continued.

Messages pinged in which made Peter hide his head in his hands.

Helen L.: lmao cringe parker

John P: he's right, she's pretty

Sheryl M: i'd die if that happened to me smh

Jadyn A: yo pete sorry that happened my guy

Peter spared a glance at the screen to see that you were fanning at your face, you must've been rather embarrassed by that all too. Peter debated whether or not to send you an apology message, he hadn't meant to put you in the centre of attention like that but a minute later, a message dinged from you.

(y/n): This is how you send private messages, dummy.

Peter: im so fucking embarrassed im so sorry

(y/n): Don't be, most exciting thing to happen today. A cute boy calls me pretty? As Charlie Sheen once said... winning.

Peter laughed.

Peter: I meant it. You are seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

(y/n): thank you peter parker. what college are you at

Peter: ESU, you?

(y/n): NYU. You near Brooklyn?

Peter: Queens so yeah decently close, why?

(y/n): well you can't embarrass me like that in front of the whole class and not take me for lunch or coffee or something right? ;)

Peter: seriously? i'd love to! when suits cause i would love to take you out if youre serious

(y/n): here's my number, text me and we can figure it out

Peter: Amazing! I'll text you as soon as this lesson wraps up

He was smiling like an idiot but he noticed that you were too. The last twenty minutes of the lecture dragged in, his foot tapped impatiently on the floor, he was itching to text you, itching to get to know the pretty girl behind the camera. And as soon as the lecturer said goodbye, Peter left the zoom call and grabbed his phone to text you. He hadn't felt this good about something - someone - in a long time so why would he wait? Why not dive in head first?

#one shot #os #imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #reader insert #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel #spider-man #spiderman imagine #spider-man imagine #mcu #prompt

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kookiecrumb · 1 year

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JJK || Scandalous

pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader

summary: After coming home from his Vegas shows, Jungkook defends his fidelity in a bold way.

tags: smut (18+), idol!jungkook, semi-angry sex that turns mushy, lil rough, oral (m&f receiving), bigdick!jk, manhandling, horny grinding, penetration

warnings: cheating accusations, strong language warning, unsafe sex* (please use protection)

a/n: I was high while I wrote half of this. Here.

"I know what you were doing in Vegas. Don't you try to lie to me or throw me off because I have evidence," you shout at him.

Jungkook is laying across your couch, infuriatingly unbothered.

"Evidence of me with another woman. Sure. Like I'd leave the love of my life for a random girl I've never seen before," Jungkook shakes his head, amused.

"Oh, so you're laughing now?!" You mock his smile. "You're laughing, having the time of your life because you cheated in Vegas and you think you're gonna get away with it."

"Yeah. I do. Because that's not some random girl in that picture-- that's our translator!" Jungkook screams. "It's our fucking translator and she was helping me buy a drink. I was looking out for the rest of the guys."

"Hm!"

"I don't believe you," you mutter, zooming into the picture that was circulating through stan Twitter just minutes ago.

News articles have already gotten to work spreading their rumors and dating scandals and it pissed you off beyond anything.

"Of course you don't," he grumbles, crossing his arms. "You know what? Why don't you call Namjoon, then? He was there. Ask anyone. I'm not a fucking cheater, y/n."

At this point, Jungkook was getting heated and you were afraid that if you doubted him one more time he would snap at you.

It's early in the morning, so calling Namjoon wasn't an option. He's probably asleep.

There's no use in fighting, so you need to find a way to redirect this energy into something a little more palettable for the both of you.

"Prove it then," you challenge.

"Prove what?"

"Prove that you wouldn't ever fuck another woman. Fuck me like you hate me."

Jungkook's fists unravel and his face relaxes. His eyes intensify and his demeanor changes completely. He's aroused.

"That's right. You get a boner every time I yell at you. You just want to shut me up with your dick, don't you? I'll believe you if you can dick me down by force," you speak.

"I'm not gonna dick you down by force while we're fighting," Jungkook crosses his arms.

"Aww...I respect your decision. I just thought you might have wanted a chance to prove me wrong, Kookie..." you pout, climbing into his lap.

His strong hands grip your hips immediately and he holds you that way as he tries to maintain his pride.

"Besides..."

You lean closer to his ear, rasping softly, and say: "it's not like she could ever do it like me."

"God damn it, y/n. You can't do that. You can't be a fucking brat and piss me off so that you get it rough," he protests, his ears turning red.

You swirl your fingers up his chest and smirk a little. "Yeah right...I can do whatever I want..."

Jungkook bites his lip, a surge of anger overcoming him as he struggles to keep his composure. "That's now how you get things."

You hum, ruffling your fingers through his black hair softly. "Hm. Show me, then..." you play.

He takes deep breaths, his chest inflating beneath your hands on his clothed chest as he spreads his palms on your ass and kneads you stupidly rough. "You're impossible."

"I know..."

Jungkook collapses his lips into yours gently. The kiss is smooth and delicate, reminiscent of an apology for making you even think he'd be the kind of person to hurt you.

From then on, a cocktail of pain and pleasure clouds your vision and you fall under the spell of sweet desire.

"Fuck, fuck--" you gasp as his mouth migrates to the lower half of your body, his strong hands framing your thighs. He dives between your hips and pins them down.

With stunted breath above your cunt, Jungkook gazes up with his dazzled eyes and takes you into his mouth.

You pry open your legs and he throws you back down and presses his tongue inside you. Hungry, he adjusts his posture.

You look over his back, textured by hard-earned muscle, and slightly glowing. "Mmh--" you whimper. God, you're helpless for how jacked he is.

Fuck, you melt for him.

"Just like that, wifey," he encourages you, snaking up your body and gathering you in his arms. He takes your hands and places them above his hips, dragging them downwards.

Jungkook connects his mouth to your neck and kisses you.

You know how to touch him the way he needs, so you wrap your hand around him, scarcely closing it, and stroke him languidly.

He lets out a breathy groan, riding your fist with ease. "Hh-- aaahh,"

Jungkook is cocky about the size of his dick. He's overtly aware of the fact that it's impressive. Because of that, he'll say things like:

"Yeah, slut, take my fat cock," Jungkook pants out. He closes his eyes as you climb over him and pop his cock in your mouth.

Jungkook breaks into a smile, relaxing his shoulders into the pillows beneath him. He sinks into the bed, focusing on the feeling of your hot mouth on his cock.

You lap at his most sensitive spots, spreading your tongue on his shaft and kissing the tip generously.

Beneath his breath, Jungkook begs. "fuck, yes, yes, yeah, mm, yeah, yes~"

His ringed fingers are holding the sheets beneath him, his exposed body in full display for you. This is a view only one woman has the right to.

With a breath through your nose and a little bit of courage, you take him in your throat and swallow around him.

His legs twitch as he rips out a groan, followed by a slew of beautiful curses. "Babe-- ,, ohh-- babe--" he whines.

One last kiss to his pretty pink tip and your thighs are over his, rubbing your swollen cunt against his dick.

He captures you in a sweet kiss, ridden with pleasurable noise and skipped breaths. Jungkook stretched his hands around your breasts and holds them, squeezing them with each rocking thrust.

Hastily, he grabs a hold of your legs. Then, he guides his cock to penetrate you. You help him eagerly, lifting above him only to lower yourself down his entire juicy length.

"Fuck-- holy fuck, Jungkook--" you moan.

Jungkook hides his smile within a kiss and completes a shallow thrust inside you.

"This is my favorite thing, you know. Pussy. Your pussy, in particular," he runs his hands down the curve of your back. "Sexy motherfucker."

He snaps his hips up into you, his hands comfortably resting above your ass.

Above him, your hands hold his jaw. You rest against him, infatuated with his delicate features. His cock rests above your cervix now, pushing your bladder just slightly.

You watch his Adam's apple bob, his heartrate climb as he tightens his grip on you. There's nothing more beautiful.

Your hands are on his chest now, and he's pulling you deeper as your hips roll into his cock. He pumps upwards, his lips collapsing into yours as your bodies collide.

In a daze, a wave of tension overcomes your body. He chases it, his big hands pressing into your skin with each powerful thrust. Your scent swallows him.

His thoughts flood as his thrusts slow, pushing further, accompanying a broken groan. He cums hard, and you cream around him.

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:) I'll be back guys.

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. pouty haechan, reader is a tease :P

note. i’ve seen a lot of tiktoks of ppl using the love tester filter on their partners and idols and my brain IMMEDIATELY started working,, hehehehe i can only imagine a competitive and pouty hyuck >:) so here u go!!

series masterlist | taglist

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you’ve never fed into those zodiac compatibility tests or those love calculators, where you put you and your partner’s name and it calculates a percentage of how compatible you both are. but haechan on the other hand . . .

“maybe you should type my birth name,” haechan blurts out anxiously from behind you.

you stifle a giggle, biting your lap as your thumb repeatedly deletes each letter of his stage name. “dong...hyuck.” you type out his actual name after his directive. you press the check mark and hit the record button. your name sits on top as his name sits below yours inside the pink heart with the percentage loading in the center.

the meter rising up and down, haechan being slightly anxious is making you anxious as well. but that might just be his leg shaking next to yours. the meter stops below the middle, a thirty-two percent.

he snatches your phone from your hand, staring accusingly at the screen. his narrowed eyes making a zoomed in appearance on your camera. “yah, what-” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he slyly brushes under his nose with his index finger. “the hell does this filter know. baby, do you believe this filter? you know this is fake right? my love for you literally breaks the scale! it should be one hundred percent.” his eyes widen with concern, thinking that you actually will believe the fake calculation.

with pressed lips, you try to fight back the smile that’s fighting. “hm, i don’t know, it seems the results say we’re not really meant to be...look, ‘just friends’.” you show him the screen again, playfully teasing him.

he lets out a gasp, flinging himself on you, arms and legs wrapped around your body. “no, no,no,no.. you’re being mean!” he whines, into your neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.

you blurt out laughing, lightly shoving him off of you. “no, baby, i don’t. i know you are completely, undeniably, in love with me. and i, you.” you tell him truthfully, staring into his narrowed eyes that soften with each word you spoke.

he hums appreciatively, closing the small gap between you two once again as he softly pecks your lips.

haechan finds these filters entertaining, he can’t help that a filter that aimlessly gave out a wrong answer when his true love is sitting right next to him on the couch that sits in his dorm’s living room.

“okay, i’m done with technology for the day. come on,” he takes your hand in his, dragging you to his room. “let’s make up for that thirty-two percent.”

he closes the door with his foot and locks it behind him. “by doing what?” you ask quizzically, arms crossed over your chest.

“i’m gonna make love to you.” he steps forward til he’s close enough to grasp your hips in his hands, pushing you until the back of your legs hit his bed.

your eyes widen and your lips part. “what?” and haechan doesn’t respond with words instead pressing his lips onto yours. you were prepared to use force to pull away and ask him if he was serious, but when his tongue darts out and runs along your bottom lip, your mind became hazy and your arms are circling around his neck.

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taglist! @haechanswaifu @flower-lise @kimsubin05 @neoteez01 @hiraarri @xuzixushi @jaehyunsjasmine @notbeforelong @kpoploverxx-12 @jeon-jungkook-is-actually-god @coolkimchijoy16 @pockyandme @btsizlyfe @mrkklee @sou7thside @ghostlydolly @galasticpurpl3 @haechh @strawberfur @n0hyuck @meom-nakamoto @renjunspring @bruisedbagel @rcsjunie @sunflowerhae @pirateswithfairytales @ranthom__ @haebragi @miriamxsworld @hyuckrec @miss-bear @yesohhsehun

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k-hotchoisan · 5 months

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heyy! congratulations on 500 🩷 c-could you maybe do number 6 of your list with jongho's nudes? 😳 damn I'd give my vacant womb to see him naked everyday. just the thought of him being all contained and uptight in public but being a pervert in reality makes me want to scream

6. Receive nudes from Jongho everyday or Call sex with Yeosang every week?

CRAZY THING TO SAY BABE NGL IT MADE ME LAUGH A LITTLE 😭🤚🏻 OKAY OKAY HERES ONE FOR YOU

Jongho loves sending his pretty selfies to you. He also likes making sure you’re flustered by his cock.

Warnings: nudes, suggestive, Jongho’s dick, perv!jongho, sexting(kind of??), mentioned breeding kink and cream pies

Tag list:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500 this or that: Master list here!

Monday

Your phone pings.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You glance over, the face recognition mechanism on your phone activates, and you see a message sent from Jongho.

You are clearing up the remnants of your work as you and your idol boyfriend are adjusting with his busy schedule.

The app switches over to your messaging account, where you and Jongho’s chat takes the whole of the screen, at where the both of you left off. He sent you a zoomed in photo of his face with his adorable pout, his puffy cheeks being eventuated. You giggle at how cute he is, and you begin typing a reply, that is, until another picture that’s blurred under the spoiler function and your breath is caught in your throat.

It’s a mirror selfie of Jongho in the gym, seated on the benches of the locker room, in a tight tank top which was hiked up past his broad chest, dabbing his sweaty chin, his tits in full view, and the one that takes middle stage—the obvious erection that presses teasingly against his thin gym shorts as his legs are spread wide open.

[🐻❤️] endorphins kicked in a little too hard today~

Your thumbs are paused in mid-air trying to think of a reply to him, the only thing in your mind was the way his erection was there. You force yourself not to think about it, of course, failing miserably.

Tuesday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

[🐻❤️] I hope work is treating you well, honey~

You giggle at the message. Your attention right back at your partner’s message in the midst of work. You are about to reply him with another flirty message when another spoiler-covered photo pops into the chat.

[🐻❤️] here’s something sweet.

You hesitate for a moment. But it falters quickly when you remember that you’re working remotely anyway. So you think, fuck it, and press the hidden photo.

Oh gods.

Another mirror selfie. But this time, he’s only in a pair of white boxers, his thick erection clear as day imprinting onto the sheer fabric. You swear you see a small wet patch if you squinted hard enough. He’s in a black shirt this time, and it frames his biceps so well. His bangs almost hides his small, pretty eyes and his smile is half hidden by his phone as the white sheets below him are crumpled.

You’re wondering how far he’s going to go with this.

Wednesday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You bite you lip. Out of all times, when you’re in a work meeting. But the static animation of the spoiler fuzzes onto your screen, tempting you. You shut your eyes to put your phone down, that is, until;

[🐻❤️] I bought a new pair of shorts today for gym. They said to wear loose shorts if your thighs are thick 🤔

And there goes all your self control as your thumb immediately slides over to the spoiler, and you fucking wished you didn’t—especially in the middle of a meeting.

It’s a mirror selfie, again, but it’s zoomed in to his lower abdomen. Yes, the shorts are definitely fucking loose.

The openings are loose despite his thick thighs taking up so much leg space of the opening, and you fucking see it. Jongho wasn’t wearing underwear, and his shorts are deliberately hiked up to his inner thigh.

The angle is low enough that you see his cockhead peaking out from the shorts opening, resting on his inner left thigh, leaking precum, and making another bulge against the fabric.

“Y/n? Anything else you wanna add to the work flow?” Your colleague asks, snapping you out of the trance.

“N-no. I think that’s all from my side”, you reply hastily, unintentionally pressing your thighs together.

Thursday

It was getting absolutely ridiculous at this point. Jongho has been teasing you for the past few days and it has only been escalating from there. You know he’s coming over on Saturday anyway since he finally has the time, and it’s making your heart pound.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You don’t even hesitate at this point—your reaction is automatic, immediately swiping up to Jongho’s notification to check what he sent you.

Sure enough, another spoiler message. You take a quick breather, and brace yourself before you do it.

And the wind gets completely knocked out of you.

Again, a mirror selfie, but he’s fully, fuckin nude. You see the full glory of him—his broad chest and shoulders, his perky nipples, chiseled abdomen all for view for a good second before your eyes land on his fully bare, erected dick.

Jongho is posed with his knee up, propped onto the bed, the bedsheets all over the bed again. He has a towel draped over his shoulders, his biceps are flexed from holding his body up as his thigh holds his other arm up to take the selfie. His hair is messy and damp—he probably took this after a shower.

You can’t help but stare at the way his thighs look so inviting, and it naturally leads you gaze right back to his cock once more—a gorgeous shade of pink at the tip, with his pretty veins running down his shaft. You swear you see it twitch even if it was just a photo.

You could only imagine how his cock would rearrange your guts every time he fucks into you, filled up all the way until your mind breaks, over and over again.

[🐻❤️] weather’s been a little warm recently. There’s another warm place my cock definitely loves. I think you know where.

Friday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

The worst out of the lot. The only saving grace was that his message came after work. You don’t know what else he could have sent you now, and almost nothing prepared you for it.

[🐻❤️] shit, I got too excited thinking about you.

You swallow hard when you open the photo. You expect another mirror selfie, but it’s not.

The photo is taken from the front facing camera, and it’s positioned right at his crotch. Jongho has his fat, wet cock in his hands, and thick cum is leaking out of his tip, covering the majority of his cock and his fingers.

Okay. Two can play that perverted game. You don’t send him a photo—you send him a short video. Your camera is front facing, and it’s positioned right at the angle where he can see your pussy in clear view. You’re fully nude, your tits out in the open, so are your legs as you tug your soaked cunt open, letting the lights in your room emphasise how much slick has leaked out of your neglected pussy.

And you hit send. It’s silent for a good minute.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

[🐻❤️] I’m gonna fucking breed you so fucking full tomorrow, I swear.

Saturday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

It’s a photo of your poor abused cunt, wet with slick and his cum glistening all over your inner thighs. Jongho’s cum is leaking out of your hole, his previous loads fucked into you have evidently soiled the bedsheets beneath you.

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel. Part 1- just an introduction to the OC and situation, please excuse my inaccuracies about the 2013 GP and design engineering im not a pro and was like 11 back then 😭😭 here’s the LINK to part 2.

Australia, March 2013…

“And here… right through here is… our youngest, and my personal favourite design engineer. This is where all the magic happens.” The sound of Sebastian’s German accent caused my lips to lift as I took my head set off, spinning around in my chair. Sebastian was walking alongside a camera man, touring around the garages. It was pre practice day, only two more days and the 2013 GP would begin. Although I’d been hired for Red Bull back in October of last year, it had taken 5 months to get to this point of merciless training and shadowing to ensure I was good at what I was doing. The Red Bull driver made his way over, resting on the back of my large chair with an amused smile. “Hi.” I nervously giggled, pushing my hair behind my ear as my headset fell around my neck. “This is Jennifer, do you want to tell them what you’re doing today, Jennifer?” The use of my full, formal name was sending me slightly giggly as I gazed up to the blonde man. Maybe it was just him making me feel that way…

“Um… so, to put it in simple terms so it’s not so boring, we’re just checking all the components of the RB9’s- what Sebastian and Mark will be driving- to make sure we don’t need to make any last minute changes.” “And what’s your name again?” The camera man asked. “Jen, I never go by Jennifer.” I laughed, glancing back up to Sebastian again. Whenever our eyes met I found myself struggling to keep composure on camera. “Tell then a bit about yourself.” He then nudged me on, grinning down. He could tell I was getting flustered, but continued purposefully. “Nobody wants to know about me!” I laughed, attempting to spin my chair back around in embarrassment. Hiding behind my computer for the first two weeks was my safe haven, that’s what I’d reverted back to. “They do!! Tell us, how did you get into your position?!” Seb spun the chair back, sliding a hand down onto my very ticklish shoulder, squeezing as both my shoulders jumped up with a giggle.

“Sorry.” Seb breathlessly laughed. “Um- well I started here in October, I just finished my masters last year at Manchester in Motorsport Engineering- um… Im 22- I don’t really have anything else very interesting to say! Uh- I suppose I had- just had experience from working part time with my brother who’s an engineer when I was like… 15.” I explained.

“Clever girl.” Seb responded as I automatically gulped in response, looking up to him and awkwardly glimpsing back to the camera. I didn’t know how to act with that in my face. “And what’s this?” The camera zoomed closer in on my second screen, it was just information about F1’s plan to go electric next year and use Hybrid engines, but it contained private information. My hand flew up blocking the screen dramatically, “oh! Sorry, that’s a secret!” Seb burst out laughing. “Oh no!” I laughed, “don’t worry I’ll cut that.” Luckily the camera man turned away as I sunk back into my chair. I really hoped I didn’t leak some super, confidential information about Red Bull or I’d be facing the sack a mere half year into employment.

Sebastian flashed me another smile and squeeze on the shoulder before following the camera man and showing him around some more. When they left I let out an internal sigh. I’d known Seb for the same amount as everybody else here, but I just felt this immediate warmth to him. Once the intimidation had worn off (even now I still felt it) I could tell there was an instant attraction. At points it felt mutual, Seb would openly flirt with me, tease me, I know he was a charmer, but I couldn’t tell if I was being delusional or not. He was cuddly, funny, he always looked so deeply into my eyes whenever I explained something to him. I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with the feelings that would keep me on edge for a full season. The worst thing about it??? I had a boyfriend.

#sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #Sebastian vettel x oc #Sebastian vettel 2013 #Sebastian vettel x you

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tigertales9 · 5 months

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Hard Reset VI

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic mostly covers the bye week secret wedding with a little before and after.

Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 16, 2023 - Tuesday, Oct. 17, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio + the lakehouse

A/N: This is the sixth fic in the Hard Reset series.

This secret wedding/honeymoon fic has gotten totally out of hand, y'all! I've spent about 4 hours today trying to edit it, and instead I keep adding to it. It's like a runaway train that I'm no longer in control of! It's so long now that I might post it in 3 parts. I'm dropping this first part tonight which covers the secret wedding and a little more. The next chapter(s) will cover the rest of the honeymoon.

~ ~ Remember I posted a sneak peek of this fic, so if the first bit looks familiar, that's why. ~ ~

I'm also including a pic link from the Seahawks game to give a mental image of what Joe looked like during the bye week. Be sure to click the pic to zoom in.

Sexy Scruff

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Monday, 10/16/23 (the morning after the week 6 win against the Seahawks)

You moan at the feel of gentle pressure against your clit, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of Joe's husky voice in your ear.

"You awake?"

"I am now," you whisper, biting your lip as he continues to rub your sensitive bud while pressing wet kisses against your neck.

"I woke up thinking about last night and it made me horny," he admits as he continues to tease you.

"Mmmm," you hum, your mind rewinding to last night …

~ ~ ~

He'd made liberal use of the whipped cream, frosting your nipples with the sweet whip several times then licking and sucking it off while you squirmed underneath him; he finally made his way down your body, taking his time to frost your belly button and inner thighs, leaving love bites in sensitive places as you buried a hand in his hair and begged for more. You remember the look on his face when he tossed the can of cream aside, his eyes icy-hot with arousal. "I'm not gonna put any whipped cream here," he moaned, lapping at your wet folds, "because you already taste perfect."

~ ~ ~

The feel of one long finger sliding inside your slick heat brings you back to the present. "Last night was really hot," you sigh, a shiver running through you as he sucks a nipple while slowly pumping his finger in and out. "I'm still kinda sticky since I crashed before taking a shower," you mutter.

"Let me make you stickier then we can shower together," he coaxes, crawling on top of you and giving you a dirty grin when your thighs instinctively spread wide to accommodate his big body. "Okay?" he asks, pressing the tip of his erection against your entrance, holding still until you answer.

"Yes, sir," you breathe, arching up when he slides his shaft inside you and immediately starts thrusting, slow at first and then faster. You dig your fingers into his plump ass, a thrill running through you at the feel of his muscles tensing and reloading as he drives his hips forward again and again, still holding back a little until you're ready to take all of him. A delicious coil of tension builds in your core at the noise he makes low in his throat when you beg him to fuck you hard.

~ ~ ~

An hour and a half later -- after a couple of orgasms, a shared shower and a quick breakfast -- Joe slides the last dish in the dishwasher and wraps his hands around your waist as you place a jar of raspberry jam in the fridge. He drops a kiss on your lips as you pivot and look up at him. "I'll be home by noon," he promises. "Then we can finish packing for the lake."

"I'm already packed," you chuckle. "We're going for three nights not three weeks."

"Well, I still have a few things to pack," he states. "This whole thing was my idea and I just wanna make sure I get it right."

You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips. "They have pretty much everything we need already there," you soothe, ruffling a hand through his hair while giving him a warm smile. "Clothes, toiletries and groceries are the main things we need to take, and we'll buy most of the groceries once we get there."

He returns your smile as he takes a deep breath. "Are you excited we're getting married tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I am. What about you?"

"Yeah." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on your lips, holding eye contact as he leans back. "I can't wait. It feels like we've been heading for this since I first laid eyes on you."

"I agree."

He narrows his eyes at you playfully. "When you first laid eyes on me, you thought I was a typical fuck boy and wanted nothing to do with me."

"But you were very persistent," you grin, "and once I got to know you, I fell for you hard and fast." You bite your lip and break eye contact, looking at his chest as you continue. "I knew you had the ability to break my heart into a million pieces, and it scared the hell out of me, that's why I was reluctant to go out with you."

He places a finger under your chin and gently tilts your head up until you make eye contact with him again. "I felt the same way about you, and the truth is I'm still scared when I let myself dwell on it." He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing a rogue curl to pop loose from his slicked back hair and dangle against his forehead. "This secret wedding is a way to quiet the voices in my head."

"What are the voices saying?"

"That you're gonna leave me for some dude with a boring job."

"I thought we put that issue to bed," you scold playfully. "I'm not gonna leave," you continue. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He takes a deep breath while he studies your face, his expression going from serious to playful. "Good." He leans down and gives you one more kiss before turning to head for the door. "I'll see you around noon," he says, giving you a wink before disappearing out the door.

You shake your head as the door closes behind him, a little perplexed, as usual, at his two very different demeanors -- super confident pro athlete who occasionally shows a major lack of confidence in his relationship with you.

"Life with him is never boring," you muse to yourself, shifting mental gears as you think about everything you need to get done today.

~ ~ ~

Several hours later -- after handling a final work issue before vacation -- you're finishing up a few errands, walking around a liquor store when your phone rings.

"Hey babe," you answer.

"Hey, where are you?" Joe asks.

"The liquor store. I'm getting some spiced rum to go in the apple cider we'll be buying at the farmers market fall fest."

"I'm starting to think you're looking forward to the fall fest more than the secret wedding," he chuckles.

"I'm looking forward to both," you admit, laughing along with him. "Where are you?"

"Home."

You check your watch, surprised to find it's almost 2:00. "Dang, I lost track of time."

"No problem, I didn't get home until about twenty minutes ago."

"How's the calf?"

"Good. Imaging was clean."

"Yay!"

"For real. Plus everyone was surprised that the swelling is so minimal." He gives a dirty chuckle before continuing. "I told 'em it must've been all that whipped cream I licked off of you last night."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding," he chortles. "I didn't say that, but I do think it helped."

"How would licking whipped cream off of me help with the swelling in your calf?"

"Because all of the swelling that would've been happening in my calf was happening in my dick instead. Get it?"

"You're demented."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would," you snort. "Listen, I'll be home as soon as I find the spiced rum."

"We still having pizza?"

"Yes," you answer, "and then you're gonna play video games with the guys."

"Are you sure? I thought I might skip this week since we have so much going on."

"You planned this whole secret wedding and honeymoon; you deserve a break. Plus, I still need to try on a few things and decide what I'm wearing tomorrow for the ceremony."

"You'll be gorgeous in whatever you wear." His voice drops an octave as he continues. "Maybe I can watch you try on dresses instead of playing video games?"

"No sex tonight, daddy," you tease, giggling when he groans. "We decided to abstain tonight, remember? So tomorrow night will be even more intense."

"Yes, ma'am, I remember," he sighs. "Just don't complain tomorrow when I try to get you in bed super early."

"When have I ever complained about that?" you ask.

"Never," he admits.

"And I'm not about to start now," you soothe, ending the call when you finally find the spiced rum.

~ ~ ~

About thirty minutes later, you park your car in the garage, grab a couple bags of groceries plus the spiced rum and head in the house, dropping everything on the kitchen island before calling out for Joe. "Babe? Where you at? Did you order the pizza?"

You get no response but hear muted noises coming from the laundry room so head in that direction. "Babe?" you call again, walking into the laundry room just in time to see Joe frantically pulling some teal blue sheets out of the dryer and cramming them into a duffle bag. "What are you doing?" you ask. "Are those new sheets?"

"Yeah," he says sheepishly. "I … ummm … I was packing them for the trip."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't they have sheets at the Airbnb?"

"I mean … yeah … but …"

His deer-in-the-headlights look makes you narrow your eyes at him before he speaks up again.

"Listen," he says, running a hand through his hair before locking eyes with you. "We'll be sleeping on these sheets for the first time as husband and wife, and I want to keep them, okay?"

"Awww!" You smile at him and step closer. "That's so romantic and sentimental," you whisper, smiling even bigger when his cheeks turn bright red. His 'aw shucks' demeanor and blushing cheeks framed by sexy scruff make you want to climb him like a tree; he raises an eyebrow as you bite your bottom lip, easily reading your mind, as usual. You rise up on your tiptoes just as he wraps his hands around your waist, your mouths meeting in a kiss that starts slow but quickly heats up. His hands slide down to squeeze your leggings-clad butt just as the doorbell rings.

"Crap," he mutters against your slick lips. "That's the pizza."

"Good timing," you state, pressing another kiss on his lips before stepping back.

"You think getting cockblocked by pizza delivery is good timing?"

"Today it is since we're supposed to be abstaining from sex until tomorrow night."

He gives you a playful grimace. "That's gonna be tough since I can't be around you without wanting to fuck you stupid."

"Romantic, sentimental and horny," you giggle, shaking your head as you hurry to answer the door.

"That's a good combo though, right?" he calls after you.

"The best!" you answer, throwing him a wink over your shoulder just before you round the corner.

~ ~ ~

A couple hours later -- after eating some pizza, watching a little TV together, and shooing Joe off to play video games with his friends -- you're upstairs in your walk-in closet, trying on the first of three dresses to decide which one to wear for the secret ceremony. All of your possible choices are different shades of white and not super formal; no need for formality since the ceremony is taking place just down the hall in Joe's office with a county court judge leading y'all through bare minimum vows.

When you shimmy into dress number three, you know its the one -- a fitted, creamy-white halter dress that hits a few inches above your knees and shows a hint of cleavage and more than a hint of bare shoulders and back. You smile at your reflection in the full-length mirror as you step into a pair of nude stilettos. "Perfect," you whisper, stepping out of the shoes and hanging the dress back up before pulling on one of Joe's old-ass graphic tees.

You head downstairs to pour a glass of wine, peeking in Joe's office on your way back to the master bedroom. He's talking mad shit while pounding on his video game controller. He loves those guys like brothers, you think to yourself. Lots of folks seem amazed that he's still super close with his high school and college friends, but that's just who he is. Fame and fortune have made him more guarded and private, but on a fundamental level, he's still the same exact guy he always was.

"A damn good guy," you whisper under your breath, watching him for another minute before heading down the hallway to the bedroom. You crawl into bed and get comfortable, opening your laptop to prepare to video chat with your bestie.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/17/23

The next morning -- after a good night's sleep and a leisurely breakfast together -- y'all go your separate ways to prepare for the day. Joe takes the clothes he's wearing for the ceremony and his toiletries downstairs to a guest bathroom, insisting on not seeing you in your dress before the ceremony.

You smile as you think back to your conversation at breakfast.

~ ~

"Just get ready except for putting on your dress, okay?" he asked, biting into a piece of fried ham. "Then holler at me 'cause I have some jewelry I want to give you."

"So I shouldn't be wearing any jewelry?"

"Just your engagement ring."

~ ~

You take a deep breath as your mind snaps back to the present; you stare at your nude reflection in the bathroom mirror, satisfied that your usual routine of washing, conditioning, shaving, exfoliating, moisturizing, etc. has left you supple and sweet smelling. A fresh coochie wax and mani/pedi round out the grooming basics you regularly subject yourself to.

"Must be nice to be a man," you chuckle to yourself, thinking back again on your breakfast convo when Joe asked you if he should shave his scruff for the ceremony.

~ ~

"No!" you protested, both of you laughing at your aggressive tone as you continued. "I want to enjoy some honeymoon scruff action."

"Can't argue with that," he purred, giving you a filthy wink.

~ ~

"Can't wait for that," you whisper, smiling at your reflection as you slip into a creamy-white silk shorty robe.

Forty minutes later -- after applying some makeup and styling your hair in a simple french twist -- you open the bathroom door to holler for Joe, a big grin gracing your face when you find him sitting on the bed waiting for you. "Hope you haven't been waiting long," you state, beckoning him into the bathroom.

"Nope," he blurts, looking more than a little nervous as he hops up and walks toward you. "It didn't take me very long to set up the cameras in my office, and I'm too nervous to concentrate on anything else." He gives you a smile that more closely resembles a grimace. "This is not what I'm wearing, by the way," he continues, gesturing at his t-shirt and sweatpants. "I'm just waiting until the last minute to get dressed so I don't end up looking like a wrinkled mess."

"I know what you're wearing," you chuckle, pulling him into a hug, careful not to crush the black velvet box he's holding. "I helped pick it out, remember?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckles along with you, leaning into the hug for several heartbeats before stepping back.

"I'm nervous, too," you soothe, studying his face to try and read his mood. "Are you getting cold feet?"

"What? God no!" he scoffs. "My feet have never been hotter!" You giggle at his dramatic delivery as he continues. "Seriously … I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life."

You raise an eyebrow. "More than a Super Bowl win?"

"I said what I said," he states. "More than anything including a Super Bowl win."

"Damn, you're down bad," you tease.

"You just now figuring that out?"

"No, sir. The good news is I'm down just as bad."

"No way," he grins. "I'm def down badder." You playfully roll your eyes as he lifts a hand to touch one of the tendrils of hair framing your face. "You look beautiful," he whispers.

"Thank you. So do you."

He gives you a skeptical look before taking a deep breath. "Let me compose myself for a sec." He takes another deep breath before continuing. "So … since we're waiting until our official ceremony to exchange wedding rings, I wanted to get you something to commemorate today." He holds the black velvet box out to you. "I hope you like it."

You take the box from him and open it, your breath catching at the matching necklace and earrings, dazzling diamond solitaires the same cut as your engagement ring. "Oh my gosh, Joe," you whisper, your gaze shifting between the lavish jewelry and his beautiful smiling face. "They're exquisite," you sigh, blinking back happy tears. "Thank you so much, babe, I love them." You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss against his lips. "Help me put the necklace on," you ask excitedly.

"Check that little pocket under the lid first," he orders.

You tilt the box a bit so you can see what he's talking about. "What's in here?" you ask, reaching into the pocket that you didn't even notice while ogling the jewelry. "A mini magnifying glass," you murmur as you pull it out, giving Joe a quizzical look. "What's this for?" you giggle, holding it up to one eye while grinning. "I certainly don't need it to see these gorgeous diamonds."

He returns your smile before pointing at the necklace. "See that tiny tag just beside the clasp?"

"Yeah."

"There's something engraved on there that you can only see with a magnifying glass."

"Really?" your smile gets even bigger as you lean in and read the inscription; it's each of your initials -- with your last initial changed to 'B' -- plus today's date. "Oh my gosh, I love it!" you enthuse. "It's romantic, sentimental and also super shiesty."

"Exactly," he chuckles, taking the box and magnifying glass from you and setting them on the marble countertop. "Let's see how it looks on you," he states, gently lifting the necklace from its velvet nest before stepping behind you; you watch in the mirror as he drapes it on your neck and quickly secures it, pressing a kiss against the tiny tag nestled against the nape of your neck.

"It's gorgeous," you whisper as you look at it in the mirror.

"You're gorgeous," he states, dropping another lingering kiss on your neck.

"I've got something for you, too," you murmur, pulling a drawer on your vanity open to grab a small black velvet bag you stashed there earlier; you hand it to him with a sheepish smile. "Not as expensive as what you got me, but I hope you like it."

He loosens the drawstring and pulls out a narrow black wristband, tilting it to read the inscription stamped in white on the inside; it's the exact same as the one he chose for your necklace -- both of your initials plus the date. "I love that we're always on the same wavelength," he states, the look in his eyes causing a sizzle of heat to race down your spine as he slides the band onto a wrist, moving it around until it nestles right where he wants it among his other bands. "I love it, and I love you," he continues, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too," you whisper. "I can't believe I'm about to be your wife."

"Are you happy?" he asks. "Because I'm ridiculously happy, and I hope you are too."

"I'm so happy I can hardly stand it," you smile, framing his face with your hands, his scruff soft against your skin as you pull him down for another kiss; he leans into it for several heartbeats before reluctantly pulling back.

"I better go," he sighs before heading for the door. "Don't forget your earrings," he reminds you, giving you one last look before disappearing.

Thirty minutes later you're standing in Joe's office, waiting anxiously for the ceremony to begin. You eventually hear the doorbell ring and take a deep, calming breath as you hear voices and footsteps headed up the stairs.

The judge -- a woman in her mid-fifties with a tidy bob haircut and a friendly smile -- breezes into the office just ahead of Joe, holding a hand out when she sees you.

"You must be Y/n," she says. "I'm Judge Sheila."

"Nice to meet you," you state, shaking her hand.

"You too." She drops her briefcase on Joe's desk. "You kids are pulling a fast one on everybody, huh?" she asks, her eyes twinkling as she looks back and forth between you.

"Yes, ma'am," you laugh. "Our actual wedding will happen this off-season."

"Well, your secret is safe with me," she promises, opening her briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper. "I need y'all to sign this marriage license, and I'll act as a witness."

You feel the heat of Joe's gaze on you as he takes in your fitted halter dress and nude stiletto heels; his eyes linger on the substantial diamond studs twinkling in your earlobes and the solitaire necklace sitting pretty just above a tasteful hint of cleavage. "You look amazing," he whispers as he brushes by you and walks to his desk.

"You too," you murmur, your gaze raking over his tall frame adorned in charcoal gray dress slacks and a fitted blue-gray button-down dress shirt, the color making his eyes shift like a chameleon depending on how the light hits him.

You watch as he pulls a matte platinum pen that you've never seen before out of the top desk drawer and hands it to you; you inhale subtle deep breaths to calm your nerves as you sign the legal document, taking a second to inspect the pen after signing your name, noticing it has the same inscription as your necklace and his wristband engraved on it. You give Joe a look as he takes the pen from you and leans down to sign his name. Romantic and sentimental, you muse to yourself.

"Where should I stand?" Judge Sheila asks, picking a piece of lint off the sleeve of her black jacket. "I know y'all are videoing so just tell me where you want me."

"Why don't you stand behind the desk and we'll stand in front of it," Joe directs. "We have three cameras recording," he continues, pointing at a couple of bookcases and a trophy shelf where the cameras are located.

"Got all the angles covered," she states with approval as she positions herself behind the desk; she waits for you and Joe to take your places before getting down to business.

"Joe and Y/n, as I guide you in exchanging your vows today, you will each declare your intentions for a lasting partnership in love and marriage. Are you prepared to do this?"

"Yes!" you answer simultaneously, giggling a bit and exchanging smiles before returning your attention to the judge.

She smiles at your beaming faces before speaking again. "Turn and face one another and join hands."

She waits a few seconds for y'all to do her bidding before proceeding.

"Joe, do you take Y/n to be your wife, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love her, honor her, comfort her, cherish her, and keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Joe squeezes your hands gently and blinks several times to hold back tears as the judge speaks up again.

"Y/n, do you take Joe to be your husband, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love him, honor him, comfort him, cherish him, and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," you answer, chill bumps running the length of your arms at the look on Joe's face. I'll never forget that look, you think to yourself as the judge continues.

"By the authority granted to me by the State of Ohio, it is my privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. Joe, you may kiss your bride."

He leans down and captures your lips, placing his hands on your waist for a few seconds before slowly sliding one hand upward, resting it on your bare back for several heartbeats before continuing up to cup the nape of your neck; you grip his shoulders and lean into him as he changes the angle of his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his thumb caressing your neck as his tongue tangles with yours.

After what seems like too long and not nearly long enough, he breaks the intense kiss and rests his forehead against yours as y'all try to regain composure.

"Hooo-wee! That kiss was a doozy!" the judge chortles.

"Sorry, your honor," Joe mumbles, making a sheepish face. "I got a little carried away."

"No need to apologize," she grins. "Your emotions are red-lining I would imagine."

"Pretty much, yeah," he admits, squeezing your hand and smiling at you as the judge whisks the signed marriage license into her briefcase.

"Allow me to be the first person to congratulate you on your marriage," she states. "I know y'all are videoing, but would you like me to take a few pics of you before I leave?"

"Thank you, that would be great," you answer, grabbing your phone and handing it to her while you pose with Joe. She snaps several pics, suggesting a few different poses and smiling after each shot.

"I think I missed my calling," she jokes as she hands your phone back. "If this whole judge thing craps out, I just might become a wedding photographer."

You laugh along with her as she grabs her briefcase and heads for the door. "I'll leave you two alone so y'all can deal with those big emotions." She gives you a cheeky wink and exits the room with the same brisk stride she entered with, Joe right behind her as he sees her out.

You take a couple of deep breaths and roll your shoulders to relieve some tension, smiling at Joe when he returns a few minutes later; he heads straight for you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "Mrs. Burrow, have I ever told you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" he whispers against your ear.

"Several times, but I never get tired of hearing it." You lean back and frame his face with your hands. "And you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

"Don't lie," he snorts, his expression letting you know he's kidding but also looking for a little validation.

"I'm not lying!" you argue playfully. "Hook me up to a lie detector and I'll prove it!"

"Okay, I got one right here," he teases, reaching for his zipper as you both bust out laughing.

Once you finally compose yourselves, he speaks up. "Were you nervous as hell? 'Cause I was so nervous and giddy I thought I was gonna pass out for a sec."

"Me too," you agree. "I literally couldn't feel my face during the vows."

"Now imagine saying our personalized vows in front of a huge crowd of people."

You laugh at his grimace. "We have several more months before we have to worry about that." You walk behind the desk and open the top drawer, pulling the engraved pen out. "Romantic and sentimental," you tease, wagging it at him.

"Don't forget horny," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. "Speaking of that," he continues, walking up behind you and pressing his crotch against your butt; he places his hands on the desk on either side of you, trapping you in his embrace. "I need you to do something for me, okay?" he purrs, the husky tone of his voice causing your core to react.

"Okay," you whisper. "What do you need?"

He drops a kiss on the nape of your neck before nestling his mouth against your ear. "See … I have this whole romantic, sentimental night planned for us at the lakehouse -- something I've been planning for a long time -- but I have a dilemma."

"What's the dilemma?" you ask, your breath catching in your throat when he grinds his erection against you.

"That's the dilemma," he groans. "I need you to tell me it's a bad idea to bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless."

"Wh … why is it a bad idea?" you stammer.

"Because I want to make love to you for the first time as husband and wife in that big bed under that huge skylight."

"That will be amazing and very romantic."

"Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it forever," he admits. "But I also want to shove this pretty little dress up to your waist, slide your panties off and bury my tongue inside you right fucking now."

You whimper at the mental image as a gush of liquid heat floods your core.

"I need you to talk me down," he urges, sinking his teeth in your shoulder hard enough to sting then licking gently to soothe it.

"I … what? … Shit, I can't think straight." You take a deep breath and try to organize your thoughts. He's been planning this romantic wedding night for ages, you think to yourself. He even made a secret trip to move that bed and bought, washed and packed a set of damn sheets, so you need to push your horniness aside and make the right choice here. "Okay, listen," you state, taking another deep breath before continuing. "I would love for you to bend me over this desk right now, but we've done that several times before and will do that several times in the future, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You pivot in his embrace until you're facing him. "But we only get one chance to do the romantic thing you've been planning for ages -- which sounds freaking amazing -- so I think we should simmer down, take a cold shower and go do the damn thing."

He takes in your smile and swallows hard, heaving a deep sigh before returning your smile. "That's definitely the right choice," he agrees.

"Plus we can always recreate this exact scene when we get back from the lake." His eyebrows creep upward as you continue. "I'll put on this same outfit, same hair and makeup, and you can do the same minus the makeup."

"See, I knew you'd come up with the perfect solution," he states. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because most of your blood supply is in the wrong head right now to be doing deep thinking," you giggle.

"For real. I'm seriously taking a cold shower," he grumps.

"Me too, but def not together."

"Are you gonna rub one out?"

"No, I'll wait. What about you?"

"I'll wait. But I might bust in like thirty seconds when we finally get down to it."

"We've got all night, so that won't be a problem," you soothe.

"We've got the rest of our lives," he states with a wink.

"You're getting more romantic by the minute," you gush, "and I absolutely love it." You press a quick kiss on his lips before heading for the door. "Let's hurry up and get showered and changed; I'm ready to get started on that whole 'rest of our lives' thing."

You're halfway out the door when a thought hits you. "Oops!" you chirp, spinning back around and giving Joe a grin. "I guess we got all of that on video," you whisper, laughing when his eyes go wide. "You can just edit it out, right?" you ask.

"I'll edit it if we ever decide to show anybody, but I'll def keep the uncut vids for us," he grins, heading to turn off the cameras while you head to take a quick shower and change clothes.

~ ~ ~

About halfway into your drive to the lake, another thought hits you. "Oh my God, I just remembered something. When you called the judge 'your honor' after our kiss, "WAP" immediately started playing in my filthy mind." You clear your throat dramatically before launching into a few lyrics. "Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes …"

Joe chuckles along with you as your voice trails off. "It's only fitting since we're gonna reenact that song for the next several days," he teases. "At least the wet ass pussy part," he clarifies.

"No handcuffs and leashes?" you faux grumble.

"I forgot to pack 'em," he plays along, sliding his sunglasses down his nose a few inches before turning his head to give you a look over the top of the frames. "But we can improvise," he purrs. "You know I'm down for whatever."

"Better keep your eyes on the road, horndog," you giggle, a thrill running through you when he returns his attention to the road while squeezing your thigh. "Anyway," you continue. "I'm gonna cue up something for us to sing together. What sounds good?"

"How 'bout some Kid Cudi?"

"You got it," you agree, cranking the volume as the first notes sound, smiling as your combined voices -- out of tune but full of joy -- mingle as y'all cruise down the highway toward your destination.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later, y'all finally pull into the long, winding driveway of the lakehouse, each of you still singing the praises of the food you just ate at the Lake Lodge restaurant.

"That trout was delicious, and they have like ten other things on the menu I wanna try," Joe gushes. "Can't wait to go back."

"Everything was delicious," you agree, smiling at him as he parks the car in front of the tall, modern, perfectly awesome house.

"I'll pull into the garage later," he states, hopping out and grabbing a small cooler and tote bag from the back seat. "Right now we need to hurry to the back deck to catch the sunset."

You follow him up a winding path to the side of the house, watching as he inputs a security code into a gate before ushering you through it into a vast backyard. You walk up some stairs to a large elevated deck, admiring the expansive lawn that gives way to a beautiful, open water lake view. "It's just stunning," you breathe, "and so private. There are no other houses really close which is awesome." You turn to look at the house, your eyes going wide as you take in the outdoor furniture. "Wasn't there different outdoor furniture in the Airbnb pics?" you ask, checking out a loveseat that's situated in front of a coffee table with a built-in fire pit, both items looking brand new and more than a little familiar.

"Yeah," Joe shrugs as he sets the cooler and tote bag down on the coffee table. "The homeowner, Mr. Thompson, said he'd be replacing the old stuff since it was kind of beat."

"It didn't look beat in the pics," you murmur, raising an eyebrow as you turn your head to check out the dining table with six chairs. "Isn't this the same outdoor furniture we have at home?"

"Yep, Mr. Thompson asked me for a recommendation," Joe explains. "Him and his wife recently retired and are living in Florida full time now, and they didn't want to spend a lot of time trying to pick something out." He gives you a smile as he continues. "It looks good out here, don't you think?"

"It looks great," you agree, returning his smile. "You have impeccable taste."

He laughs at your cheeky tone. "You have the impeccable taste since you picked it all out to begin with. I just did a copy and paste."

"You wanna light the fire pit?" you ask.

"Let's do that tomorrow, okay? I wanna do the sunset champagne toast then I have a surprise to show you inside."

You turn and look at the house again, noticing that all of the blinds are drawn on the row of large windows overlooking the deck. "A surprise, huh?" you muse, your mind spinning at the possibilities until it settles on one. "Joseph Lee, there better not be a bunch of people in there waiting to yell 'surprise' at me."

He laughs as he pulls two champagne flutes out of the tote bag and a bottle of champagne out of the cooler; he easily pops the cork, pouring two glasses while shaking his head. "You really think my anti-social ass invited a bunch of folks to our private getaway?"

"I mean … no … but …"

"Nobody's in the house," he assures you, handing you a glass of bubbly before holding his glass up to propose a toast. "To my beautiful wife. I'm so happy I get to do life with you."

You feel your throat tighten with emotion as you clink your glass against his and take a sip of champagne. You give him a smile and hold your glass up. "To my beautiful husband. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

He clinks his glass against yours and you both take a sip before he gives you a quizzical look. "Hold up," he mutters. "Happiest woman on which planet?"

"This one," you laugh.

"Okay, just checking." He laughs with you for a bit before continuing. "I mean, if you were talking about Mars or something that kind of changes things."

"We're not on Mars, goober," you grin.

"True," he concedes, turning his head to look at the lake before recapturing your gaze. "This is way better than Mars."

"For sure."

He holds his glass up for another toast. "To making memories here for years to come."

You clink your glass against his and take a sip. "Are we gonna get a standing reservation here?" you ask excitedly, your eyes taking in the multi-colored sunset as it reflects off the lake. "I'd love to come several times a year since it's so close to home. I mean, an hour and a half drive is nothing, and it feels like a totally different world from the city." He gives you an enigmatic smile as you continue. "I know you're busy so I'll be happy to make the reservations."

"This house is no longer on the Airbnb market," he sighs. "It recently sold to a different owner."

"Oh damn," you grumble. "I didn't know it was for sale. Well, I'm not surprised somebody snapped it up because it's amazing. We'll just enjoy it while we can."

He sets his glass on the table and reaches into the tote bag, pulling a file folder out while giving you a wink. "It actually wasn't for sale," he states as he slides some papers out and hands them to you.

"What's this?" you ask, your eyes scanning the formal document.

"A deed," he answers, pointing at a certain line on the page.

You read his name and your name followed by a somewhat familiar address. Then you read it again, a little slower, before locking eyes with him. "You bought this lakehouse?"

"We bought this lakehouse," he grins. "Made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse."

"Are you serious?" you whisper.

"Yep. I know how much you love your parent's lakehouse, and I love it too. We've had some great times there, so I thought it'd be nice to have our own lakehouse we can come to whenever we want."

You smile like a lovesick fool, trying to suppress happy tears as he continues.

"Every pic and vid I've seen of you at your parent's place -- starting when you were about five years old -- you have the biggest smile on your face, kinda like right now." He matches your smile before speaking again. "We can come here as often as you want, and one of these days we'll bring our kids here and create those same amazing memories for them that you have from your childhood."

Your emotions are so big you literally can't speak, happy tears freely rolling down your cheeks. He takes the deed and your glass and sets them on the table, wiping your tears before pulling you close; he leans down and nestles his mouth against your ear as he continues. "I was looking forward to experiencing a lot of firsts here tonight as husband and wife -- first champagne toast, first sunset, first time we make love, but first time I make you cry wasn't on the list."

"They're happy tears," you wheeze against his broad chest. "Sorry, I can't help it."

"I'm teasing," he soothes, leaning back and looking down at you with a look on his face you'll never forget. "I'm just glad you're happy."

"If I was any happier, I'd spontaneously combust." You give an inelegant sniff as you continue. "I mean, it's absolutely amazing to me that such a hardass pro athlete is also romantic as hell. Like seriously romantic. This whole day has been like a dream."

He blushes so hard even his ears turn red. "It's your fault," he mumbles. "There's something about you that makes me act like this."

"I'm not complaining, babe," you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss. "I love it," you breathe against his lips. "Wouldn't change it for anything."

"I'm glad you love it," he mutters, deepening the kiss for a bit before pulling back. "But if you ever tell anybody I'm a raging romantic, I'll deny it to hell and back."

"All of your secrets are safe with me."

"Oh yeah?" he gives you a wicked grin. "What if I have some deep, dark secret that you don't know about yet?"

"Like what?"

He furrows his brow as he thinks about the question. "Like … what if I told you I'm a serial killer?"

You don't miss a beat. "Well, good thing we're married because we have spousal immunity. I can't be forced to testify against you."

He snort-laughs before taking in your serious demeanor. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah."

"If you knew I was a serial killer, you wouldn't testify against me?"

You shrug. "I mean, if you got arrested I assume they'd have enough evidence to put you away without any testimony from me. We've watched enough Forensic Files to know you can't get away with shit these days."

"Would you visit me in prison?" he asks, giving you a naughty grin. "Maybe give me some conjugal visits?"

"Yeah." You grin back at him, getting into the idea. "I mean you do look amazing in orange."

He throws his head back, his laughter loud in the stillness of the gathering dusk. "Thank you. Now I have a new idea for role-playing," he teases.

"Prison guard and the hot inmate?"

"I was thinking a hot psychologist trying to understand what makes a serial killer tick." His expression goes from playful to suggestive as he gives you a slow once-over before continuing. "You can wear that black pinstripe suit -- the one with the pencil skirt -- and some fuck-me pumps."

"Because of course a woman with a PhD in forensic psychology would wear fuck-me pumps to interview a serial killer."

"Of course," he grins "and definitely no panties."

"You've been watching too much porn," you giggle.

"I don't need porn when I have a smoking hot wife and a dirty mind."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you tease, a thrill running through you at the way "wife" easily rolled off his tongue. "Where can we get you an orange jumpsuit?"

He shrugs. "I can wear an orange sweatshirt and sweatpants."

"And no panties."

"Definitely no panties," he laughs. "Do you still have those fake glasses from when you dressed up as a naughty librarian for Halloween?" he asks. "Those would be hot with that outfit."

"Oh my God, I forgot about the naughty librarian outfit," you whisper, your mind flashing back to that Halloween party several years ago.

~ ~ ~

Y'all had only been dating for a few months, and it was your first Halloween together. You didn't intend to go to any parties but got a last minute invite from one of his LSU teammates who lived in the same apartment complex. Y'all had quickly half-assed a couple of costumes -- naughty librarian and the stuffy, know-it-all physics professor.

Most of the other girls at the party had been half naked, but the 'naughtiness' in your costume had been implied -- tight sweater that hugged your curves tucked into a long plaid skirt with black tights and sensible heels. Your hair was up in a tidy bun and your plump lips featured a dark berry lip stain that Joe couldn't keep his eyes off of. The fake eyeglasses really set the whole look off, and it wasn't until y'all were a few drinks in -- making out in a dark hallway -- that Joe realized your tights were actually thigh-highs and your panties -- way up underneath that long skirt -- were crotchless (a gag gift from your bestie). The look on Joe's face when he hit paydirt still resonates in your mind.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Are these …"

"Crotchless panties?" you giggled at the look on his face. "Yeah."

"Let's go," he ordered, pulling his hand out from under your skirt and quickly leading you toward the door.

The sex that night had been next-level raunchy. You ended up in nothing but the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, straddling him as he lay naked on his back on the bed; he kissed you breathless before wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you forward until you were basically doing the splits on his face. It was the first time you sat on his face, and you were just tipsy enough from the punch you drank at the party to not be self-conscious about it. He gripped your plump ass with his big hands, holding you in place as he thrust his tongue inside you in a relentless rhythm, occasionally latching onto your clit and sucking with the perfect amount of pressure to make you claw at the headboard before sliding his tongue back down to your core literally a split second before triggering your climax. He did this over and over until you were a quivering, begging mess by the time he finally finished you, your cries of pleasure still echoing in the bedroom when he flipped you on your stomach and entered you from behind, riding you hard as you did your best to fuck back against him on your shaky legs.

~ ~ ~

"Damn," His deep voice pulls you out of memory lane. "That was so fucking hot. We def need to revisit that outfit on you one of these days."

"We'll see," you grin, a delicious thrill running through you knowing you've packed a slightly different version of that outfit -- crotchless panties, thigh-highs and a lace-front underbust corset that serves your bare breasts up on a platter. You hadn't even been thinking about the naughty librarian get-up when you packed that lingerie ensemble, but you'd def been thinking about the hot sex y'all had that night once he got you alone. A quick thought pops in your head. "Do you wanna revisit the entire naughty librarian outfit, or just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties?"

"I mean, I love you in whatever you wear," he rushes to say, his cheeks turning pink like he got caught thinking something extra naughty.

"I know," you reassure him, leaning forward to give him a kiss. "So just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, right?" you tease.

"Yeah," he grins. "If that's okay."

"I think I can make that happen sometime in the future." He never pressures you to wear lingerie, which is one of the reasons you love wearing it for him. "Let's go inside," you continue. "It's getting a little chilly out here."

"Hold on, let's get a quick pic with the sunset first." He digs his phone out of his pocket and positions himself with his back to the lake, waiting for you to snuggle against him before snapping a pic; y'all both check the pic out, smiling at each other at how great it turned out.

"We look really good together, don't we?" he asks, still admiring the pic. "Really, really good," you agree, turning your attention back to the pic as he holds his phone closer to you -- you're wearing black leggings, black leather knee boots and a fitted teal wrap sweater that barely covers your booty. He's wearing black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a gray thermal henley. Both of you are wearing big smiles as the sunset creates a halo around you.

"That pic is epic," he mutters, "like hang it in the Louvre, epic." He eventually shoves his phone back in his pocket before waving a hand at the stuff on the table. "I'll come back for this stuff in a bit, but first I wanna carry you over the threshold." He picks you up bridal style and carries you toward the door, easily holding you while punching in the security code.

"You ready for this, Mrs. Burrow?" he asks.

"I'm so ready," you answer, your heart full of everything you ever hoped for as he opens the door and carries you inside.

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