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From Accords to Kisses

Synopsis: Seungcheol, feeling overshowed by his accomplished cousin Jisoo, concocted a plan to surprise his family. Desperate to match up, he enlists Y/N, a talented athlete swimmer from his university, to play his girlfriend. Amidst the charade, unexpected sparks fly, leading to a surprising turn in their relationship.

Word count: 7.1k

Reader! Swimmer/University athlete, Seungcheol! University Student - Fake Dating

Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, dirty talk, kitchen sex, loud moaning, creampie, big dick cheol, wap, and they are almost caught making out inside of the pool.

Seungcheol, a junior in college, found himself caught in a web of expectations spun by his family. Their admiration for his cousin, Jisoo, was boundless. Jisoo was the epitome of success in their eyes—an academic achiever, a charming young man with a promising career, and someone who seemingly excelled in every aspect of life. The family gatherings were always filled with tales of Jisoo's achievements, and they became a benchmark against which Seungcheol often found himself measured.

It was during one family dinner that his mother, after a few glasses of wine, turned to Seungcheol with a probing gaze. "When are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Seungcheol? Jisoo always has someone new to bring to family gatherings."

Caught off guard, Seungcheol felt the pressure mounting. He wasn't one to share details about his personal life, and the idea of having to introduce a girlfriend to the family seemed daunting. Trying to deflect the conversation, he blurted out, "Actually, Mom, I already have a girlfriend."

His mother's eyes widened in surprise, and a triumphant smile spread across her face. "Really? That's wonderful! You must bring her to the summer house this weekend. Jisoo and his family are coming too. It'll be a perfect opportunity for everyone to meet."

Seungcheol's mind raced as he tried to come up with a solution to his fabricated predicament. He couldn't admit to lying now; the web he had woven was too intricate. With a deep sigh, he nodded in agreement, accepting the challenge he had unwittingly set for himself.

Seungcheol paced through the college hallways, the weight of his fabricated girlfriend dilemma pressing on his shoulders. As he traversed the familiar corridors, he pondered his limited options. He wasn't exactly the type to have a multitude of close female friends, and the few acquaintances he did have might not be willing to play the role of his imaginary girlfriend.

His mind raced through a mental roster of female classmates, trying to assess who might be willing to assist him in this family charade. Seungcheol was not oblivious to the fact that asking someone to pose as his girlfriend for a family gathering was an unusual request, and the potential for rejection loomed large.

He glanced around the bustling campus, contemplating his next move. Should he approach someone he knew only in passing, risking an awkward refusal? Or perhaps he should resort to desperate measures and post a plea for assistance on social media, hoping that someone, out of pity or curiosity, would agree to help him out.

Seungcheol's mind was abruptly interrupted as he collided with someone in the bustling college hallway. Books scattered in every direction, and his immediate reaction was a chorus of apologies. Looking down to collect the fallen books, he was met with a pair of apologetic eyes belonging to Y/N.

He couldn't help but notice her black and tight gymnastic clothing, a stark contrast to the casual attire of most students. Her hair was damp, and droplets of water adorned her skin. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots – she was a member of the university's swimming team, a detail he had likely overlooked in the past.

As Seungcheol handed her the last of the fallen books, he couldn't help but find her presence intriguing. The hurried apology, the sporty attire, and the damp hair all painted a vivid picture of someone with a disciplined and athletic lifestyle.

Before he could articulate his thoughts or ask about her involvement in the swimming team, Y/N flashed a quick smile and darted towards the exit, leaving Seungcheol with a trail of unanswered questions and a newfound idea forming in his mind.

His eyes followed her as she disappeared into the bustling crowd, and a realization struck him. Y/N could be the perfect solution to his predicament.

One Saturday morning, when the university's athletes were deep in their practice routines, Seungcheol made his way to the swimming training center. He observed the swimmers cutting through the water with precision and grace, searching for Y/N among the lanes. Spotting her at last, he observed her storing her gear and searching for a towel on the bench.

Summoning his courage, Seungcheol left the stands and made his way toward her. As he approached, he noticed the surprise that flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a friendly smile as she recognized him.

"Hi Y/N,” Seungcheol greeted her, returning the smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Y/N shook her head, tucking the towel she had finally found over her shoulder. "No, not at all. I'm just finishing up practice. What brings you here? I've never seen you at our training sessions before."

Seungcheol took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. "I wanted to talk to you, actually.”

“Sure what do you want to talk about”

“My family has this weekend gathering at our summer house, and my mom's been asking me about my girlfriend. Long story short, I might have told her I have one, and now she's expecting to meet her."

"You may have mentioned?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Okay, I'm following. But why do you need me for this?"

Seungcheol chuckled nervously. "Okay, maybe I said it definitively. But the point is, I'm in a bit of a bind, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to play the part of my girlfriend for the weekend. We just need to act like a couple in front of my family, and I'm sure we can come up with a believable backstory.”

Y/N's smile widened, and she crossed her arms, still holding the towel. "So, you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? Just for a weekend? That's a pretty unconventional request, Seungcheol."

Seungcheol nodded, his sincerity evident. "I know it's a lot to ask, and I wouldn't blame you if you think it's too weird. But it would mean a lot to me, and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

"So, how exactly do you plan to make it up to me, Seungcheol?"

Seungcheol scratched his head, pondering the question. "Well, first of all, I promise to owe you a big favor. Anything you need, within reason, of course. I'll be there for you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Anything? That's quite the open-ended promise. I might have to take advantage of that."

Seungcheol, thinking on his feet, remembered the valuable information he had gathered from Y/N's friends. "Well," he began with a smile, "your friends were kind enough to share some insights about you. I heard you have a favorite restaurant in town. How about I take you to dinner there? My treat."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of surprise in her eyes. "My favorite restaurant, huh? You did your homework, Seungcheol. Alright, you've got yourself a deal. But you owe me the juiciest details about your family after this whole charade is over."

Seungcheol grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Deal. You'll get the full scoop, I promise."

[…]

As Seungcheol drove through the city lights on that Friday night, the hum of the car's engine accompanying the anticipation in the air. The suitcases were neatly stowed away in the trunk, and Y/N sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the passing scenery.

"You know," Seungcheol began, glancing at Y/N, "I never got to ask you what you do for work. What keeps you so busy?"

Y/N smiled, looking out at the passing city lights. "I work as a swimming teacher for children. It's a lot of fun, but it can be quite hectic, especially when the kids are super energetic. They keep me on my toes."

Seungcheol listened attentively, and for a brief moment, a wave of unexpected emotion washed over him. The image of Y/N teaching children to swim sparked a dream in his heart—the dream of a future with a big, happy family. He couldn't help but admire her dedication and the impact she must be making on those young lives. "That sounds like a rewarding job. Teaching kids to swim must be both challenging and fulfilling."

Y/N nodded, her expression reflecting a sense of accomplishment “The joy on their faces when they learn a new skill is priceless."

Seungcheol smiled, realizing that the persona he had created for Y/N as his imaginary girlfriend was turning into a tapestry of qualities that were both admirable and endearing. "I can imagine you must be an amazing teacher. It takes a special person to guide and inspire kids like that."

Y/N chuckled, her modesty evident. "I just try my best. But enough about me. What about you? What do you do when you're not orchestrating elaborate plans to appease your family?"

Seungcheol laughed, appreciating the humor in Y/N's question. "Well," Seungcheol began with a playful grin, "when I'm not masterminding intricate family charades, I'm usually trying to keep up with my studies, attempting to conquer the ever-growing pile of textbooks. It's a thrilling life, really."

The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Seungcheol pulled up to the family's summer house. As he parked, a sense of unease settled over him, amplified by the sight of his cousin's ostentatious and expensive car gleaming in the garage. Y/N, seated beside him, couldn't help but notice the expensive vehicle and the subtle tension in Seungcheol's demeanor.

"Who paints a car with that color?" Y/N remarked playfully, breaking the silence and attempting to lighten the mood.

Seungcheol chuckled nervously, appreciating the attempt at humor. "Yeah, it's a bit much, isn't it? My cousin has always had a flair for the extravagant. Apparently, even when it comes to car paint."

Y/N continued with a mischievous smile, "I mean, I've seen more tasteful choices in a preschool art class. Maybe he's trying to blind everyone on the road."

Seungcheol burst into laughter, the tension dissipating momentarily. "You might be onto something there. But hey, let's focus on the task at hand—convincing my family that we're the power couple of the century."

Y/N grinned, her playful spirit adding a spark to the moment. "Power couple, huh? Should we come up with a secret handshake or something?"

As they unloaded their suitcases and approached the front door, the facade of the perfect couple began to take shape. As Seungcheol and Y/N approached the front door of the summer house, they noticed Seungcheol's parents emerging from the backyard, engrossed in conversation. Seungcheol's heart skipped a beat as he realized the moment of introduction was upon them. "Here we go," Seungcheol muttered under his breath, a nervous grin playing on his lips as he straightened his posture, trying to exude confidence.

Y/N shot him an encouraging smile, sensing his apprehension. "We've got this," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a reassuring tone.

Seungcheol nodded, taking a deep breath as they reached his parents. His mother's eyes lit up with excitement upon seeing them.

"Seungcheol, dear, you're finally here!" his mother exclaimed, her warm smile widening as her gaze shifted to Y/N. "And who might this lovely young lady be?"

Seungcheol's heart raced, but he managed to keep a composed demeanor. "Mom, Dad, this is Y/N. She's my girlfriend," he said, his voice surprisingly steady.

Y/N flashed a bright smile, extending her hand in a friendly gesture. "Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you both. Seungcheol has told me so much about you."

Seungcheol's parents exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and delight. Seungcheol's mother wasted no time in pulling both of them into a warm embrace.

"How wonderful!" she exclaimed, beaming with joy. "Seungcheol, you've kept her hidden from us for so long. It's about time we got to meet your girlfriend!"

Seungcheol managed a nervous chuckle, stealing a glance at Y/N, who played her part impeccably, her smile unwavering. As they entered the house, the facade of the perfect couple continued, and Seungcheol couldn't shake the blend of anxiety and relief swirling within him.

As Seungcheol and Y/N entered Seungcheol's childhood room on the second floor, Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to the memorabilia that adorned the walls. The room was a testament to Seungcheol's achievements, filled with medals hanging from a supporter and framed photos capturing moments of his past.

Y/N's eyes lingered on a particular set of medals, each one a symbol of triumph in various competitions. "Impressive collection," she remarked, her gaze traveling from one medal to another.

Y/N examined a photo of young Seungcheol proudly standing on a podium with a black belt in jiu-jitsu, another of him passionately playing soccer, and yet another capturing the moment of his high school graduation.

"You look like the perfect son," Y/N said, a genuine admiration in her voice. "I don't understand why there's this constant comparison with your cousin. You've achieved so much on your own."

Seungcheol sighed, his gaze lingering on the photos. "It's just the way it's always been. Jisoo, my cousin, is the benchmark for success in my family. No matter what I do, it always feels like I'm in his shadow."

Y/N had been on the verge of sharing something with Seungcheol when the door creaked open, and Seungcheol's mom entered the room. Her face beamed with excitement, and her eyes were filled with pride as she spoke.

"Seungcheol, dear, Jisoo's family is waiting for us downstairs. And let me tell you, their daughter is absolutely adorable. You should see her, such a sweetheart!"

He managed a polite smile, concealing the sigh that threatened to escape. "Sure, Mom. We'll be right down."

As Seungcheol and Y/N made their way to the yard, they found themselves in the company of Jisoo, his face sporting a furrowed brow as he observed the "couple" holding hands. His eyes seemed to express a mix of curiosity and mild inconvenience. Jisoo, always accustomed to being in the spotlight, felt a twinge of irritation at the attention Seungcheol seemed to be receiving.

"Seungcheol, I see you finally found someone to keep you company," Jisoo remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Seungcheol managed a tight smile, the tension palpable. "Yeah, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet my cousin, Jisoo."

Y/N offered a polite nod, but the instant dislike was evident in her eyes as she shook Jisoo's outstretched hand. Jisoo, oblivious to the undercurrents, turned his attention back to Seungcheol with a smirk.

"So, Seungcheol, how long have you two lovebirds been together? Or is this just another fling?" Jisoo's question carried a hint of mockery.

Seungcheol's grip tightened on Y/N's hand, a hint of discomfort flickering across his face. Y/N, however, surprised both Seungcheol and Jisoo by retorting with a calm yet assertive tone, "Oh, we're still in the honeymoon phase, you know. Seungcheol's such a romantic!”

Jisoo's smirk faltered, replaced by a flash of uncertainty at Y/N's assertive response. While Seungcheol noticed how practical she was with her answers. As Seungcheol's dad called for dinner, Jisoo took the opportunity to leave, disappearing into the house without a backward glance. His departure seemed to ease the tension that had loomed around them.

With Jisoo out of earshot, Y/N leaned closer to Seungcheol, her voice low as she mockingly imitated Jisoo's haughty tone, adding a touch of humor to the situation. "Seungcheol, darling, I believe my greatness is far too dazzling for mere mortals to comprehend," she joked, her imitation surprisingly accurate.

Seungcheol chuckled softly at Y/N's impression, finding her ability to lighten the mood in the midst of tension both unexpected and refreshing. "You caught onto that pretty fast, huh? Not a fan of Jisoo, I take it?"

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "He's like a walking checklist of things I can't stand. But hey, we're putting on a show, right? I can play nice for your family."

Seungcheol, grateful for Y/N's resilience and ability to handle the situation with humor, offered a sincere apology. "I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this. I didn't expect it to be so... intense."

Y/N waved off his apology, a reassuring smile on her face. "No worries. I can handle a bit of drama. Let's just get through this dinner, and then we can figure out how to survive the rest of the weekend."

He chuckled again, appreciating Y/N's ability to navigate the complexities of his family dynamics. As they headed inside for dinner, the shared laughter between them became a beacon of comfort amidst the orchestrated performance they were embroiled in.

Seated at the dinner table, Seungcheol exhibited a courteous demeanor, serving Y/N and delicately placing the napkin on her lap. It was a gesture that reflected not just an act for the charade but an ingrained courtesy that came from being well-raised.

Y/N appreciated the gesture, noticing the genuine manners that Seungcheol effortlessly displayed. To her, it wasn't an act of pretending to be a good boyfriend; it was simply a reflection of his upbringing and character.

However, the atmosphere shifted as Jisoo took center stage, eagerly boasting about his company's achievements. He regaled the table with tales of success, his voice brimming with self-importance. Seungcheol's parents appeared captivated, hanging onto every word as if mesmerized by their nephew's accomplishments. As Jisoo's monologue continued, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect. While she maintained a polite demeanor, the stark contrast between Jisoo's self-centered dialogue and Seungcheol's modesty became more apparent.

Seungcheol, noticing the discomfort, shot Y/N a sympathetic glance, silently acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation. The facade they maintained was starting to crack, revealing the genuine individuals they were beneath the surface.

Seungcheol's dad, intrigued by the prospect of learning more about how Seungcheol and Y/N met, directed his attention towards her with a warm smile.

"So, Y/N, how did you and Seungcheol cross paths? I'm curious to hear the story," he inquired, a genuine interest in his eyes.

Y/N met Seungcheol's gaze, a subtle nod encouraging her to share their fabricated narrative. With a composed smile, she began to weave the tale.

"Well, Mr. Choi," she started, "I was working on a particularly challenging project for my technology class. Knowing that Seungcheol is widely recognized as one of the brightest minds in his class, I decided to seek his expertise."

Seungcheol's dad nodded appreciatively, his eyes reflecting approval. "Ah, seeking out the best in the field. Smart move."

Y/N continued, her expression earnest, "I reached out to Seungcheol, and he graciously agreed to help me. I was impressed by his intelligence and dedication to his studies."

Seungcheol's parents exchanged glances, clearly taken aback by this newfound revelation about their son's academic prowess. The charade wove its way into the fabric of their family dynamic, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.

As dinner conversation continued, Jisoo, seemingly on a quest for attention, diverted the topic to his own life. With an air of self-importance, he proudly announced, "My wife, spends her time making our daughter Instagram famous. She's a digital influencer, you know."

Seated next to Jisoo, his wife appeared absorbed in the task of filling their daughter's mouth with food, seemingly disinterested in the conversation.

As the dinner conversation meandered, Jisoo once again sought attention, showcasing his wife, a woman who fit the stereotype of a socialite, indulgently feeding their daughter. Sat beside her, Jisoo proudly mentioned his wife's profession as a digital influencer, a statement delivered with a touch of self-importance.

"And what about your girl? What does she do?" Jisoo directed the question at Seungcheol, his tone tinged with a hint of curiosity and a smidgen of superiority.

Seungcheol, maintaining the charade, responded calmly, "She's an athlete, a swimmer." Jisoo's eyes widened in genuine surprise at the revelation. He recalled hearing about a swimming competition held months ago at the university, where Seungcheol's "girl" had emerged victorious.

"You're into sports?" Jisoo's tone held a subtle incredulity, his surprise evident.

Seungcheol nodded proudly, "Yes, she's quite accomplished. She even won the university's swimming competition and participated in international contests."

Meanwhile, Jisoo's wife interjected, dismissing the idea of sports due to the impact on her appearance. "Oh, I don't like sports. They ruin my nails and all."

Y/N, maintaining her composure but unwilling to let the comment pass, retorted calmly, "Well, being active and healthy is really beneficial. Nails can grow back, but a healthy lifestyle has far-reaching benefits."

Seungcheol, silently impressed by Y/N's poise and her willingness to stand her ground, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her resilience.

As Seungcheol's mom asked Jisoo and Y/N to help bring dessert to the table, Y/N willingly offered her assistance. They found themselves in the kitchen together, navigating the preparations side by side. However, in the midst of their task, Jisoo seized the opportunity to corner Y/N with an uncomfortable question.

"You and Seungcheol don't seem all that close. Did the honeymoon phase wear off already? Bad sign?" Jisoo asked, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Unbeknownst to Jisoo, Seungcheol had overheard the conversation. Seungcheol entered the kitchen, casually holding Y/N's waist and grabbing a couple of spoons, playing it cool as if he hadn't heard a word.

Y/N, glancing at Seungcheol with a sly smile, decided to play along. She placed a kiss on Seungcheol's lips, a gesture that surprised Jisoo.

"Well, actually, things are running really well. We just have our own way of being close," Y/N replied, her tone confident, while Seungcheol maintained the act, appearing nonchalant.

Seungcheol's presence seemed to catch Jisoo off guard, and he awkwardly shifted the conversation. "Oh, uh, good to hear. I just thought—"

Seungcheol, still holding Y/N close, interrupted with a grin, "We're just not as showy as some people, I guess."

Jisoo, realizing the conversation had taken an unexpected turn, nodded with a forced smile, and they continued their dessert preparations.

Seungcheol left the kitchen with his heart pounding in his chest, the unexpected kiss lingering on his lips. As he settled back at the table with Y/N, the air around them seemed charged with a newfound energy. His mind raced with curiosity about what questions or comments might follow.

Seungcheol and Y/N found a moment to talk privately, exchanging glances and shared smiles amidst the family conversations. However, their private bubble was burst when Seungcheol's mom decided to casually drop a bombshell into the conversation.

"You know," she began with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "I happened to see you two in the kitchen earlier. A little kiss, was it?" she said, leaving Seungcheol red-faced like a tomato. Clearly enjoying the flustered reaction she had induced in her son. "You're too beautiful, Y/N. I don't blame Seungcheol for not being able to resist your charms."

Seungcheol, now a deeper shade of red, attempted to diffuse the situation with an awkward laugh. "Mom, please..."

As the teasing banter continued, Y/N responded to Seungcheol's mom with a warm smile. "Mrs. Choi, your son is truly a beautiful man. I often found myself a bit breathless when I saw him in the university hallways."

Seungcheol, caught off guard by Y/N's compliment, felt his face grow warmer. He couldn't help but hold his palms to his face, as if attempting to shield himself from the embarrassment that threatened to consume him.

His mom, still in playful spirits, chuckled. "Well, it's no surprise. He has always been quite the handsome young man. I'm glad you appreciate his charm, dear."

As the conversation continued, Seungcheol couldn't shake the question lingering in his mind. Was Y/N merely playing along with the charade, or was there a genuine undercurrent to her words? Her smile and tone suggested a level of sincerity that left Seungcheol wondering about the authenticity of their connection.

Seungcheol suggested going to his room to get some rest, and Y/N agreed, feeling the fatigue from the day's events and the road trip. They entered his room, and Seungcheol closed the door behind them, creating a moment of privacy.

Seungcheol, leaning against the door, looked at Y/N with a thoughtful expression. The weight of the charade and the events of the family dinner lingered in the air. Breaking the silence, he posed an intense question, "What was that about at the dinner table? The kiss, the compliments... What's really going on here?"

Y/N, meeting Seungcheol's gaze, responded with a mix of sincerity and caution. "Seungcheol, we need to act well to pull this off convincingly. The compliments, the moments we share, they need to feel genuine. Right?”

As the morning sun painted the beach in warm hues, Y/N felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. The sound of waves and the sensation of warm sand beneath her feet created a perfect backdrop for a day with Seungcheol's family.

Observing Seungcheol playing with Jisoo's daughter, Y/N couldn't help but admire his strength and the tender way he interacted with the little girl. However, a concern surfaced in her mind – Seungcheol hadn't applied sunscreen.

"Seungcheol," she called out, scolding him playfully, "come here! You'll burn in this sun without sunscreen."

Seungcheol, momentarily distracted by the waves, jogged over to Y/N. She took the opportunity to apply sunscreen on his skin. As she rubbed it onto his broad shoulders and admired the softness of his skin, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. Lost in the moment, Seungcheol stood like a child being cared for. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she spread sunscreen on his face.

Seungcheol and Y/N, engaged in the playful challenge of building a sandcastle, found themselves in a race to fetch water from the sea. Seungcheol, ever the competitor, declared, "I'm stepping on the water first!"

Y/N, not one to back down, retorted, "You won't dare." With buckets in hand, they both sprinted towards the sea, the excitement of the challenge propelling them forward.

As they reached the water's edge, a larger wave surged, catching them off guard and sweeping them off their feet. The water receded, leaving Seungcheol holding Y/N, their bodies sprawled on the wet sand. Intense glares exchanged, a playful rivalry intensified in the aftermath of the unexpected wave.

"I arrived first," Seungcheol declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/N, her competitive spirit undeterred, argued, "No, you didn't! I got here first!"

Seungcheol, teasingly retorting, insisted, "You're just saying that because you ran fast."

She laughed, "It's not fair!"

Seungcheol, seizing the moment, interrupted her protest with a sudden kiss. As he got up from the sand, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, as she sat on his lap. His teeth bitting the soft lips from hers.

"Fair enough now?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

Y/N, momentarily flustered by the unexpected kiss, couldn't help but chuckle. "Well played, Seungcheol."

The day at the beach continued with laughter and joy as they built the sandcastle. The little girl reveled in the attention of both Seungcheol and Y/N, enjoying every moment of splashing water and building sand structures.

As the sun began its descent, signaling the end of their beach day, the group headed home. Not yet tired from the day's activities, they decided to spend some time at the pool.

Y/N, with her background in swimming, took it upon herself to teach the little girl how to swim. Seungcheol, always admiring the scene, watched with a warm smile as the two splashed around, creating memories that would last a lifetime. Meanwhile, he joined his dad and cousin in preparing a barbecue, the scent of grilled food filling the air.

The poolside moments were filled with laughter, Seungcheol couldn't help but appreciate the genuine connection that seemed to be forming between Y/N and the little girl, a connection that went beyond the charade they were enacting.

The evening unfolded in a relaxed atmosphere, Seungcheol, taking a break from the grill, approached the pool where Y/N and the little girl were still playing. In his hands, he held two perfectly cooked pieces of steak, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey, you two," he called, "time for a little snack." With a grin, he offered the bite-sized steak to each of them, placing the savory morsels into their mouths. Laughter ensued as they savored the delicious flavors.

Seungcheol then returned to the grill, leaving Y/N and the little girl to enjoy the pool. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues across the backyard.

Jisoo's wife called the little girl to take a bath, signaling the end of their poolside activities. As the backyard emptied, only Y/N remained, relaxing in the pool. Seungcheol, seizing the opportunity, managed to sit on the edge of the pool, the cool water lapping at his feet.

Seungcheol couldn't help but admire Y/N's figure as she swam gracefully through the pool. Her awareness of his gaze prompted her to swim over, and she surfaced near him, her arms draped over the pool's edge as she looked at him.

He met her gaze, the intensity between them palpable, but before any words could be exchanged, Y/N, with a mischievous smile, grabbed his legs and playfully pulled him into the pool. Seungcheol's protests of "no, no, no" were drowned out by the sound of his body splashing into the water.

Y/N grinned at him, satisfied with her little act of mischief, as Seungcheol surfaced, pushing his wet hair from his face. The water droplets glistened on his skin as he swam back to the edge, his arm muscles flexing with each stroke.

Y/N, feeling playful, hugged Seungcheol from behind, teasingly preventing him from leaving the pool. Seungcheol turned around, facing her with a smile.

"I'm not much of a swimmer like you," Seungcheol admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N, still holding onto him, reassured him, "Don't worry, you won't drown with me here."

Seungcheol, feigning concern, quipped, "But if I do drown, you'll have to perform mouth-to-mouth on me."

Y/N burst into laughter, appreciating his sense of humor. "Oh, absolutely. I'm practically a certified lifeguard," she replied, the playful banter adding to the lighthearted atmosphere.

Seungcheol, feigning a dramatic sigh, submerged himself in the water, creating a ripple of playful splashes.

As Y/N dived into the water, the playful atmosphere took a sudden shift. Under the surface, Seungcheol met her eyes, and in that watery world, they shared a kiss. He held her arms, the sensation of their lips meeting under the water creating a moment of intimacy.

Breaking the surface, they both took a deep breath before locking lips again. Y/N, wrapping her legs around Seungcheol's waist, pulled herself closer. Their bodies pressed together, the embrace intensified. Seungcheol's tongue caressed hers, their passion growing with each passing second.

With a subtle movement, Seungcheol guided Y/N to the side of the pool, her back against the wall. As he pressed against her with his strong body, a soft moan escaped her lips.

Seungcheol's kisses trailed down Y/N's neck, evoking a shiver that traveled through her body. In response, she ran her nails gently along his back, eliciting a low groan from him. His hands, firmly gripping her hips, pulled her closer, the heat between them intensifying.

As Seungcheol's desire became more evident, Y/N, feeling a certain bulge inside of his shorts, “Cheolie…” called his name slyly, a playful and teasing tone in her voice. As Seungcheol's hands explored Y/N's body, the sounds of the water mingled with their shared movements. Despite the coolness of the pool, the intensity of their connection generated a heat that enveloped them, making the water around them seem almost irrelevant.

Y/N's eyes, not fully opened, widened as she sensed a figure approaching. Reacting quickly, she pushed herself away from Seungcheol, the realization dawning on her that they were not alone. Jisoo had entered the room, witnessing the unexpected scene. Seungcheol looked at her with concern, sensing the abrupt change in the atmosphere.

In a moment of embarrassment, Y/N instinctively hid behind Seungcheol's back, seeking refuge in the shield of his presence. Seungcheol, ever reassuring, gently caressed her hand, a silent gesture to ease her discomfort.

Jisoo, in a casual manner, announced that the family was heading to a restaurant and invited them to join. Y/N, still behind Seungcheol, hesitated, her mind racing.

Seungcheol, assessing the situation, spoke up, "We won't have time to get ready for that. We'll stay and I'll cook something for us."

Jisoo, understanding the situation, agreed and left the yard, leaving Seungcheol and Y/N alone once again. The air between them, though slightly disrupted by the interruption, held a sense of intimacy that lingered from their poolside encounter.

Seungcheol, grabbing a towel, left the pool and approached Y/N to dry her off. Together, they headed inside the house, making their way to the kitchen. From the window, Y/N watched as the family got inside the car, preparing to leave for the restaurant.

Seungcheol, seizing the moment, came up from behind her, their bodies pressed together. The wet material of his shorts clung to her, and she gasped, mentioning that the family hadn't left yet. Seungcheol responded with a soft "Mhmm," kissing her neck as he gently bent her over the kitchen marble. In a bold move, he moved aside her bikini, fingers starting to get wet from her arousal.

When his digits starts to rub her clit, Y/N couldn't help but cry out Seungcheol's name. Her voice carried a mix of desire and pleasure, and in response, Seungcheol pressed the bulge on her ass, intensifying the sensations that surged through their bodies.

As they both stood by the window, attentively watching the family's car pull away, Seungcheol took advantage of the moment. With a daring move, he slid a finger, eliciting a relieved moan from Y/N. The tension that had built up during the family's presence now found its release in the private confines of the kitchen.

With the family finally gone, Seungcheol and Y/N found themselves in a space free from prying eyes, allowing them to explore the depths of their connection without restraint.

"They're gone. Come here” Seungcheol, sensing the privacy that the departure of the family afforded them, took Y/N into his embrace. He seated her on the countertop, and with a tender touch, he began to undo the ties on the sides of her bikini. Seungcheol moved to remove the bottom part from the bikini, moving way the top from her tits.

Looking at her, his mouth sucks her nipple, fingers starting to work inside of her “Oh god” she moaned, head falling back as her thighs started to tremble. “Cheolie, feels so good!”

“I haven't even started yet babe…” He coos “Your pussy fells so good, clenching around my fingers, can’t wait to burry my cock inside of you.” He laughs when he feels her cunt clench with his dirty talking.

Stopping everything, his fingers dug into her thighs, holding her legs open, dragging his tongue over her clit. Moans getting louder, as he sucked her clit between his lips. Legs squeezed around his head, and her hips bucking into his mouth.

The kitchen countertop, an unexpected stage for their newfound intimacy, became a tether for Seungcheol and Y/N. In the privacy of the secluded kitchen, Seungcheol worked with a heightened sense of urgency, each movement reflecting a shared desire that went beyond the initial charade of the weekend. Y/N's moans echoed through the house, blending with the intimate sounds of their connection.

Y/N, whispered breathlessly, "I'm getting closer, Cheolie." She held onto Seungcheol's soft hair with her fingers.

He moans feeling that her pussy was already dripping on his chin, making his heart to beat faster. In Seungcheol's mind, it felt like another competition, a different kind of contest that fueled the hunger in his eyes. As he worked to bring Y/N to climax, his gaze remained intense and focused. The shared pleasure became a battleground where every move, every touch, was a strategic maneuver aimed at winning the unspoken competition between them. The intimate encounter reached its peak as Y/N lay spread on the kitchen counter, screams of pleasure escaping her lips while she cum. The walls of the kitchen held the echoes of their shared moans, creating a symphony of passion that filled the secluded space.

In the aftermath of their intense connection, Seungcheol and Y/N found themselves in a moment of quiet, the kitchen countertop now bearing witness to the depths of their shared desires. Seungcheol, still in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, managed to pull off the strings that held his shorts on his body. The remaining clothes cascaded to the floor, leaving him exposed in the intimacy of the kitchen.

His erection stands proud, waiting for the warm hug from her wet cunt. He gently pulled Y/N to the edge of the countertop, his heavy cock laying on her belly. “I’m going to fill you up.” He whispers in her ear, slowly pushing his thick cock inside of her, getting him gasping, since his big dick us squeezed by her slippery walls.

Holding his body close, she lets out a long whine, stumbling her elbow In the midst of the intimate aftermath, a sudden interruption startled Y/N. As she moved, her elbow accidentally hit a spoon holder, causing the utensils to clatter loudly into the sink. The unexpected noise echoed through the quiet kitchen, disrupting the moment.

“S-sorr-y! Ngh” Y/N, in an attempt to apologize, managed to murmur. However, her eyes rolled back into her skull, overwhelmed by the fast pace of Seungcheol hips, making his thick tip, knock her g’spot.

“Shh… That’s okay sweetheart, I got you, It’s okay.” His head already spinning.

Nothing was more beautiful than her face contorted in pleasure, and the the ways it was consuming her. He was nearing his own release too, but was determined on making her cum.

“You’re fucking me so good Seungcheol” Overwhelmed by the sensations building up within her, Y/N managed to express herself amidst the aftermath. "I could do this every day," she admitted, the intensity of the release approaching once again.

“Yeah?” Seungcheol looked into her eyes and replied, "If you want it, I'll give it to you every day, any moment." His words carried a promise, a commitment to the connection they had forged.

Like a switch, the waves of pleasure, courses through her like a sudden surge. She looks at Seungcheol’s face, not loosing the pleasure expression on his face, then throwing her head back, one elbow placed firmly on the marble, exposing her body. Drops of water, remnants from the pool, glistened on her skin. The subtle light in the room, though weak, was enough to reveal the beautiful contours of her trembling body. Her reaction caused Seungcheol to growl, speeding his hips.

He pulled right out to the tip before slamming all the way back in, making a silent moan to leave from her opened mouth, while her pussy gushed around him.

The subdued lighting in the room allowed Y/N to see the details of the intimate scene that unfolded. Seungcheol's thick arms held her hips in place, and his defined torso moved with each rhythm of pleasure. His abdomen knotted with the sensations coursing through him, visible evidence of their shared desires.

Seungcheol's lips were red and swollen, a testament to the intensity of their connection. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and veins appeared on his strong arms and lower abdomen, showcasing the physical exertion of the passionate encounter.

“I want you to fucking cum inside of me! Are you listening to me?!” Y/N, through gritted teeth, ordered Seungcheol to release.

Seungcheol, understanding her plea, nodded aggressively, his consent evident in the fervor of his response. Opening his mouth, Seungcheol let out a loud and unrestrained moan as he surrendered to the culmination of his desire. Long spurts of cum filling her up. He closed his eyes as he thrusts already weak. As he gradually stilled, he sought solace on Y/N's shoulder, his body softening in the embrace.

As Seungcheol and Y/N gazed at the mess of their passionate encounter, with the remnants of their shared orgasms dripping from the countertop to the floor, Y/N confessed, "I might have liked this a bit too much."

Seungcheol, catching his breath, responded to Y/N's admission with a soft smile. "Maybe I did too," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of playful realization amidst the heavy breathing.

After the shower, Seungcheol took charge of making dinner for them. They settled down in front of the TV, enjoying their meal together. As they ate, Seungcheol noticed Y/N's knees trembling. "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely curious about the cause of her trembling.

In response, Y/N shot him a serious glare and playfully threw a pillow at him. "It's your fault," she accused, making him raise an eyebrow in playful innocence.

Seungcheol couldn't resist teasing her, "My fault? I thought I was just following orders." They both shared a laugh, the comfortable atmosphere a stark contrast to the earlier intensity in the kitchen.

Despite the events of the day – the beach trip, swimming in the pool, and their intimate encounter in the kitchen – Seungcheol and Y/N managed to find respite in sleep before the family's arrival. The exhaustion from the various activities and the intensity of their shared moments contributed to a restful night.

The next day, the family eagerly headed to the amusement park, embracing the childlike joy that such places can inspire, regardless of age. Seungcheol, Y/N, and the others ran from one ride to another, laughing and creating memories together.

Amidst the excitement, as they waited for Jisoo's daughter to finish enjoying a particular attraction, Seungcheol turned to Y/N, he, looking around to ensure their privacy, spoke softly, "You know, I didn't want this to be just an accord anymore. It feels too real now."

Y/N met his gaze, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Maybe it's time to break this accord, Seungcheol. Let's get to know each other beyond the confines of the family charade."

He nodded, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, you're right. It's time." Seungcheol, feeling the genuine connection that had blossomed between them, couldn't resist injecting a bit of playfulness into the moment. He looked at Y/N with a teasing glint in his eye and asked, "So, do you think we can handle the reality outside of our little accord?"

Y/N, catching on to his playful tone, chuckled. "Only one way to find out," she replied.

Seungcheol, not one to shy away from taking a leap, closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss, filled with a blend of playfulness and a burgeoning sense of something more, marked the beginning of a journey beyond the confines of the family charade. As their lips lingered together, the promise of a genuine connection unfolded, transcending the boundaries of the carefully constructed story they had started with.

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moonstarrdreams · 2 years

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I will quote Cardi B in WAP. Try and stop me.

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#wap #cardi b #im targeting someone #he’s lucky i don’t blast it #this will be a form of revenge #watch me #i will scare the neighbors too #the music would be so loud i would scare you back into the closet #i’m not afraid #fear me #i will take this as a challenge #don’t test me

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chaos0pikachu · 4 months

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one of my favorite scenes in LITA is from ep06 and not simply b/c Payu and Rain bone like they're single handedly trying to repopulate the moon kingdom okay it's the wild ass escalation that occurs that unlocks Rain's must mate now instincts like first of all Mame said they were gonna get every dollar, nickle, and dime outta that damn drone so Payu's gotta race a background extra from Pit Babe and Payu walks out and Rain is already eying his man up like Survivors on the island be eyeing up cookies after six days at sea and shit like Rain wanted to nomnomnom Payu while Prapai's in the back like "only two more episodes left and it'll be my turn" so obviously Payu wins b/c that ponytail game gives him extra alpha powers - I just KNOW Mame is salty she didn't get the budget for the first omegaverse show - or whatever and Rain LEAPS into Payu's arms like something outta a mid-century European film like Payu's just returned home from war and not an easily winnable race against a Walmat Branded Kinnporsche character

makeout ensues okay okay this is normal and then nah they fucking GO FOR IT literally suddenly we're at Payu's house which is made entirely of floor to ceiling windows indecency laws?? we 👏 don't 👏 know 👏 her 👏 and now they're just stripping down so quick Paul Verhoeven is taking notes for Showgirls 2 they have more bravery than a US Marine making out on an open floor plan steps rushing into the bedroom eating each other up, licking each others tongues, and then Rain's riding Payu as if he took the lyrics to WAP and Girls in the Hood as a challenge he's spelling his whole name out, legal name AND nickname as if he wasn't a virgin literally a month ago but Rain said he's nothing if not a fast learner baby!! meanwhile Payu is fucking WRECKED that man is seeing holy sights, he's seeing the big bang, he knows the secret of the universe via Rain's bussy and Rain is such a fucking brat about it like "you think you're wrecked now wait till I start calling you daddy in a month" and Payu's like "typically I would spank your ass for that but my ponytail is shook out right now"

and then the next day Rain gets kidnapped by a fucking Gotham City villain

#lita #love in the air #payurain #chaos pikachu speaks #pikachu's chaotic recaps

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theodorecanaryhood · 1 month

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Couple goals

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warning: some language, sexual references and hints of homophobia

Boredom is a hard thing to overcome when there isn’t anything to do.

Cleaning was done, laundry was done … seemed only channel surfing was left.

It all began during lockdown 2020 when you and Jason took a leap, getting stuck scrolling through TikTok, you both decided to start a joint account.

The Red silhouette challenge, WAP challenge, walk out on each other naked to get their reaction. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t tried.

‘Shall we do the dance in the rain trend?’ Jason asked, you gave a confused look.

‘There isn’t a dance in the rain challenge’ you said as Jason smiled.

‘There should be one, it’s pouring outside, let’s do it’ Jason said as he stripped out of his shirt.

The two of you stood in the rain, both your bare bodies were soaked within seconds, doing a small choreography to the music, Jason smiled as the two of you finished.

The video was viewed by thousands as the other ones before, comments filled in as Jason read through them.

‘You guys are a cute couple’ Jason sat reading the comments from his phone, you cooking as you listened to Jason talking.

‘Gay guys are hot. Couple goals. I want them both’ Jason chuckled as you walked over and rubbed Jason’s shoulders.

‘What does that one say?’ You read over Jason’s shoulder, he leaned in to read it closer.

‘Is anyone going to talk about Jason’s bulge?’ Jason laughed, you snickered as you blushed a little.

‘You love my bulge, in and out of the bedroom’ Jason smirked as he rose to his feet, kissing you gently in the lips.

‘Gross’ you whispered, Jason pecked your cheek again.

‘Not what you said last night’ he winked as he went to the bathroom.

Sitting next to each other on the bed as the camera recorded, Jason lip synced to the lyrics as he then grabbed ahold of your face, leaning in for a kiss.

You welled up with a pain in your chest as you read a comment in your latest TikTok video, Jason grabs and kisses you.

‘What’s wrong baby?’ Jason asked you as he rubbed your back.

You stung inside as your heart beat loudly in your chest, pounding like a sledgehammer.

‘This comment’ you showed your phone screen to Jason, he saw red.

‘These gross, sickening faggots are going to hell. Sodomy is a sin. Queers need to be punished’ Jason read the comment in his head with thunder in his veins.

Jason saw the tears brimming in your eyes, he realised in this moment you’d never experienced anything like this.

Jason had experienced his fair share of homophobic comments, including from his biological father. But you never had.

You grew up in such a loving home and parents who loved everyone equally. You’d never had this before.

‘Come here’ Jason spoke softly as he pulled you in for a hug, kissing you on the head.

You wet Jason’s shoulder as he held onto you tightly, you let go of the sadness as Jason filled you with love.

‘Let’s go for a walk’ Jason spoke sweetly as he rubbed your face, giving you a kiss.

Hand in hand down the streets, Jason loved listening to you talk. The sound of your voice was like music to Jason’s ears.

Streets filled with tons of different types of couples and people, yet Jason felt like it was only you and him.

True couple goals are the ones that other people take more than 3 seconds to notice, Jason smiled as he had his fingers intertwined with yours.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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hard hitter | bradley bradshaw x f!reader

warnings: SMUT. 18+ minors DNI!! afab!reader, oral (f and m receiving), piv sex, switch/sub Rooster, nipple play, power play, public stuff, mirror stuff, a hint of mommy kink, praise kink, use of the term ‘good boy’

disclaimer: uh, well, I listened to WAP and suddenly I craved subby Rooster. please read at your own discretion, it’s a lot. please heed the warnings as written above.

description: you knew men like Bradley liked being in control, but what if you like it too?

tagging @theharddeck @roosterforme & @mak-32 cause i think they might enjoy this one!

Men were easy. If you weren’t looking for someone to take care of you, if you were just looking for the pleasure a man can provide - men were very easy. A little hint of fluttery eyelashes, a small lick of the lips, a sway to the hips - they were done for. It was a power trip. The key was to make them think they were the ones in power. Make them feel big and manly and strong for you, when in reality the leash was in your hands, and you kept it tight.

The current man you were playing your little game with was going to be a challenge, you could tell - and the mere thought of having this man on his knees for you made a delicious thrill run through your spine. You’d matched with him on one of those apps that people sometimes tried to fool themselves into thinking were for finding friends or partners. You knew better than that. Flicking through this man’s picture had you licking your lips, thighs clenching together slightly at the thought of what fun you could have with him. One picture depicted him with a football, shirtless, with abs, pecs and biceps glistening in the sun. How slutty.

His name was Bradley. A slutty name if you ever heard one. He exuded dominant vibes, something that made you smirk. You’d cracked some men who though the held all the power before, but this man felt like a real challenge. He was a naval aviator, which meant the man literally had a thrill chase almost every time he went to work. You’d have to put in a little more work this time - and honestly you were pleased. It had almost gotten too easy lulling these boys into a sense of false security.

You had to give it to him, he tried very hard to be a gentleman in the beginning of your texting. Seemed to be the type to want to wine you and dine you before he bedded you. You weren’t one to complain, and you’d agreed to a date as soon as he was home from his current deployment.

However, you knew you needed to start working him early for your game to work. So that’s why you’d found the most intricate looking lingerie you could find, black lace, garters attached to your thighs - a choker delicately placed snug around your throat and Mary Jane heels on your feet as you posed for lewd pictures.

You’d describe the pictures as high art, though some might describe them as pornographic. Some pictures were downright artsy, with nice lighting, of you in bed, arching your back whilst grasping your breast, chin tilted up to create an alluring figure. One was a closeup of your pushed up tits, tongue outstretched to taste your manicured finger, that one might teeter on the pornographic side of the scale. Sending them to him - you’d simply captured them “Thinking of you x”. It had worked like a charm. Bradley’s response was exactly what you'd hoped for.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked it to these. Came so fucking hard for you, babe x” that text had a smirk forming on your lips. Knowing you made him cum before you even met him was a powerful feeling.

The thrill of knowing you could have a man go crazy with lust with a couple of pictures of your clothed body, skimpily dressed, sure - but not necessarily to the point where you had given it all away at once. He had never met you, but you’d made him fist his cock, made him groan and moan at the thought of fucking you.

Bradley had followed up with texts of the things he wanted to do to you, how good he’d make you feel - and you had to give it to him, he had you worked up with his creativity. And you’d be lying if the tasteful pic he’d sent you hadn’t had you whimpering a little, he knew what women wanted. It was a picture of his bare upper body in a mirror, grey Calvin Kleins slung low on his hips, hand gripping his hard cock through the fabric. The hint of happy trail and the dusting of chest hair had your mouth watering. God, he was packing.

Suddenly you couldn’t wait for Bradley to come home. It almost concerned you a little how much you were longing to ride him until he saw stars, you’d never spent this much time thinking about one singular man before. Shaking your head, you hoped that you’d forget about him after you’d gotten it out of your system.

As the night came, you were dancing happily along to a playlist that made you feel like the hottest and most powerful woman in the world. Fixing your tits in your tight, black, satin dress - you smirked. The dress supported your bare tits beautifully, pushing them up just enough to make them look a little mouth watering. A thin chain of rhinestones were wrapped tight around your throat, and the Mary Janes you had worn in the pictures you’d sent to Bradley adorned your feet. The dress had just enough of a slit to show a tantalising amount of your thigh. It was perfect for the night you had planned. It was finally time to put your game into play.

Wrapping neatly manicured nails around the stem of the glass of wine you had poured yourself, you downed the rest of the drink as your doorbell rang. A breath hitched in your throat, eyes glittering with excitement. Showtime.

Opening the door, Bradley’s form almost had you stuttering on a breath again. Fuck, he was more gorgeous in real life. He’d made an effort, wearing a black suit, opting for his white shirt to be slightly unbuttoned instead of wearing a tie.

“Bradley,” his name fell off your lips like a purr, the corners of your lips turning up in an innocent smile. You took a step forward, slinging an arm around his neck, embracing him in a half hug, making sure to press your chest against his as you smiled up at him - making sure your wrist lingered near his face so he could inhale the heady scent of the vanilla perfume that lingered there.

A smirk played on his lips as he looked down on you “Baby,” he spoke and you hadn’t anticipated that his voice would be raspy, deep, and way too seductive for your own good. Fuck. “You look…” he trailed off, obviously fighting the urge to say something along the lines of ‘fuckable’.

“I hope the end of that sentence is good?” You teased, stepping away from him. He chuckled as he helped you into his car.

“Yeah, you rendered me speechless, baby doll,” fuck, he was good. The pet names were going straight to your core, making it hard to keep your game in play. He was sinful.

Dinner was eventful to say the least. Bradley kept running his hand over his throat and into the opening of his shirt to scratch at his chest. You wondered if that was intentional. His eyes were glittering with mischief, a hint of lust hidden behind them as you pulled out your A game - gasping and praising his dangerous job, nothing had men reeling more than being made to feel important and dangerous. Your heeled feet had “accidentally” stroked his calves a couple of times, and you had fluttered your lashes, trying to look bashful as you bit your lip and apologised. Bradley had arched a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He looked amused. You silently wondered if he was onto your little game. If he was, he seemed eager to play.

After finishing your wine, whilst waiting for dessert to arrive, you figured you’d try another little play of yours.

“Bradley, did you see where the bathrooms were?” you looked around, brows slightly furrowed as you bit your lower lip softly. “Yes, doll, right around that corner,” Bradley murmured. You smiled sweetly, rising slowly to your feet, giving him a good look at the swell of your tits.

“Thank you, Bradley,” you purred “I’m just going to touch up my makeup,” you continued, letting your eyes flicker to his crotch, before meeting his eyes - giving him your best sultry doe eyes, before turning and walking away. You took a beat before glancing over your shoulder - seeing Bradley’s hungry eyes on you, you shot him a quick wink before disappearing in to the fancy bathroom.

Closing the door you drew a shaky breath, looking into the large, ornate floor-length mirror. Your smirk widened, looking at the excited look on your face. If this worked out how you wanted it to, this would be golden. As you looked into the mirror, you saw the erratic rise and fall of your chest as you waited with somewhat baited breath. You wanted Bradley to cave so bad. Finally, the unlocked door slowly swung open, and you bit your lip hard as you made eye-contact with Bradley’s hungry, amber eyes.

“Thought you’d never come,” you smirked, turning around, placing your hand over his on the handle of the door - helping him close and lock it. He hadn’t uttered a word before you sunk to your knees in front of his tall form, licking your lips as you kept gazing into his stormy eyes. Slowly raising a brow, your eyes flickered down to his semi-hard cock straining against his dress pants. You were sat on your bare knees, the slit of the dress giving him a good look at your soft thighs - your heels tucked under your butt, giving him a nice visual in the mirror.

“You want my cock that bad, doll? Couldn’t wait until after dinner?” Bradley reached out his hand, his fingers ghosting over your jaw and chin, tucking your hair behind your ear. If you hadn’t been kneeling in front of his hardening cock, the action would have been sweet.

“You came here, didn’t you?” You hummed as you slowly reached for Bradley’s fly, slowly pulling his pants off.

“I can be a patient, good girl for you if you’d rather we wait, Sir,” your tone was definitely mocking, and you put on a pouty face - a teasing glint in your eyes as you saw Bradley twitch in his boxers and his breath stuttering.

“No this is good,” he murmured, stroking the back of your hair.

“I thought so,” you whispered, grinning up at him as you palmed him through his boxers. He hissed at the sudden sensation of pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at me, Bradley,” you purred as you adjusted your position, gently moving him to where you wanted him. Your fingers latched onto the hem of his boxers, pulling them down until his hard, veiny cock sprung free. The small whine that left your throat wasn’t planned, but fuck he was big. Bradley groaned at the sound, opening his eyes and obeying your demand by looking down at you.

“In the mirror, Bradley. Look at your cock fucking my mouth,” you whispered, a sinful look on your face as you licked his tip. A long, drawn out moan tore from deep within his chest as he felt you wrap your hot, wet mouth around his length. He heeded your suggestion, glancing in the mirror. Bradley could barely keep from cumming then and there - seeing your ass, legs, heels and thighs, knees wide apart and open for him, your sinful mouth swallowing his cock again and again like such a good girl.

“Fuck,” he moaned out as you finally managed to take him all the way to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirled and licked at him, whilst hollowing your cheeks to suck at him hard. His noises had you whimpering and squeezing your thighs together slightly. Bradley was stroking your hair, sometimes tangling his long fingers in it and tugging slightly to get you to take him even further. Taking him deep in your throat again, you moaned at the sensation of his heavy cock throbbing in your mouth. His pre-cum mixing with your saliva made for a perfect blend for Bradley’s cock to slip in and out of your mouth, further and further down your throat.

Bradley had been so fixated on the visual the mirror provided, your body looking so good kneeling for him, your eager mouth taking his cock so well. As he looked down he choked on a breath, seeing his cock bulging deep in your throat. With an animalistic moan his hips stuttered, a strangled warning managed to slip from his lips before he shot his hot seed deep down your throat. His ears almost started ringing as he noticed the soft moan that left your throat, muffled by his cock in your mouth. Fuck, that was hot.

Bradley looked down at your fucked mouth, thrusting slowly once, twice, watching you swallow around his cock, tears leaking from your eyes as cum dribbled down your chin. He groaned deep within his chest as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“Fuck, you look absolutely delectable right now, angel,” he murmured, trying to catch his breath. He helped you stand up and you shot him a small smile.

“I think our desserts might have come now, let me just touch up my makeup and I’ll be right out,” you winked playfully, turning to the mirror to correct the smudged mascara and your cum covered chin.

“Sinful…” Bradley could hardly believe how much you turned him on. Such a good play by you, the delivery… everything. Fuck, it turned him on to know you’d planned that, to know that you knew he’d take the bait - hook, line and sinker. He felt a little dazed as he did up his pants and slinked out of the bathroom to leave you to clean up. A blush worked up his throat as he saw that a middle aged woman was stood waiting for her turn at a bathroom just a bit down the hall. He hoped she hadn’t heard him getting the life sucked out of him a few minutes ago.

Finishing up dessert, Bradley offered to pay for you both, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer even when you wanted to pay half. You smiled gratefully at him as he led you out of the restaurant, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“I can’t fucking wait to get you home, sweetheart” Bradley murmured as the two of you made your way towards his car. You put on an innocent look, lips slightly parted “So the evening’s not over yet?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be,” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest, his hand still resting dangerously low on your back. Bradley was now stood by the passenger side door, and you couldn’t resist the temptation of placing your heels on top of the step, trapping Bradley to the car as your inner thigh graced his leg - dress falling away from your thigh.

“No, Bradley, I don’t think I want the evening to end quite yet,” you whispered, leaning in closer to him. His hand found your thigh, grasping it hard, hoisting just a little higher up on his hip so that he could feel your warm core against him. A small moan slipped from your lips as you tried to get even closer to his large frame.

“You need to get in the car before I fuck you right here where all these respectable people can see us,” Bradley growled, opening the door and hoisting you up in your seat. What he didn’t know is that you’d probably love that, and his sentence sent a thrill of pleasure down your spine.

Bradley had hardly put the car in park before he was jumping out, unbuckling your seatbelt and carrying you into his home in a flurry of wet, open mouthed kisses. He hurriedly shrugged out of his suit jacket, before locking lips with you again, holding you close to his chest.

“I’ve been thinking about this body for weeks, nothing but my hand to satiate me,” Bradley mumbled as his palms brushed over the swell of your tits. You tilted your head back, leaning into his touch as you arched your back. That sentence almost had you purring with pleasure. Your pictures had made him think about you for weeks as he pleasured himself, longing for the real deal.

“Well now that you have me, lieutenant, how do you plan to use your time?” Rooster would never admit it, but the way you confidently challenged him turned him on beyond belief. He’d never encountered anyone who he had to fight for dominance with. All of his previous partners had just happened to submit to his every whim so easily. Now, when you were demanding answers, demanding actions - he felt like a fucking teen, stuttering and fumbling with his words.

“I’ll help you, sweet boy,” you cooed softly, reaching up to softly stroke Bradley’s cheek, his eyes wide with shock. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me and make me cum on your tongue, okay? That sound good, baby?” your voice was sweet, slightly condescending, as if talking to someone who was struck dumb. And he was.

“Fuck… yeah, I’ll do that, doll” Bradley muttered, looking down at you, awestruck at the look that swirled in your eyes. He felt as if you were looking straight through him.

“What’re you waiting for, lieutenant? On your knees,” you spoke, tugging at his collar. Bradley blinked, still not quite comprehending how this had happened.

“Sweet boy, don’t make me punish you,” you tutted, pushing gently on his shoulders as he sank to his knees before you. A slightly choked ‘fuck’ slipped past his lips as your heel clad foot rested on his clavicle and shoulder. He took the hint, his hand wrapping around your calf as he kissed your ankle, going higher, kissing and nipping at your calf before he moved closer, moving your leg so that your thigh rested against his shoulder.

He noticed that your hand had found its way to his hair, and you gave it a small tug of appreciation as he kissed and licked your inner thigh.

“Good boy,” you sighed, and to Bradley’s surprise, he moaned at your words, his cock twitching in his pants. He wanted to hear your praises again. He swiftly pushed your underwear to the side, licking a long stripe between your folds. He very nearly moaned at the sweet taste, and his hands found your hips and ass - needing to have you closer. Spreading your folds with his tongue, he slowly licked up and down, before swirling his tongue around your clit - earning him a gasp and a tug of his hair from you. He let his lips wrap around your sensitive nub, suckling at it gently - reeling from your soft moans.

Licking a broad stripe again, he noticed how you seemed to tug harder on his strands when his tongue played with your entrance, and he glanced up at you before he let his tongue slowly slip in to your wet, aching core. The long, drawn out moan and the harsh tug to his hair had him moaning against your wet cunt. He lapped at your entrance for a bit, before he noticed that you seemed to like it most when his tongue slipped in and out of you, his tongue fucking into your wet heat as his nose occasionally dragged against your clit.

“Fuck, yes, Bradley!” You keened “you’re doing so good, eating my pussy so fucking good, baby” Roosters cock was hard and leaking now, and a moan fell from his lips into your pussy as he switched to sucking at your clit, before returning to your weeping hole - letting his broad tongue lick and slip into you, shaking his head slightly to reach further into your core. You were practically fucking his face now, hips stuttering against him as your hand held a tight grip on his hair.

“Fuck, Bradley - don’t- don’t stop— I’m so fucking close” you whimpered, before one last swipe of Bradley’s tongue had you falling apart against his mouth. Looking down at him, his chin glistening with your arousal, you offered him a genuine smile as you cooed “you did so good for me, baby,” stroking his cheek, at those words, he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he stuttered on an exhale, almost making it sound like a whimper. A rush of satisfaction ran through your spine.

“Will you help me undress, lieutenant Bradshaw?” Lifting your leg off of his shoulder you turned around and waited. You heard him scrambling to stand up, his large hands hastily pulling your zipper down. The dress fell soundlessly to your feet, exposing your bare breasts and your lacy panties.

“Where’s your bedroom, lieutenant?” You asked, turning around. Bradley, who seemed to have come down from the high of having been ordered around, quickly lifted you up, a smirk on his face as he carried you towards his bedroom “Right here, baby doll,” he said as he put you down. He figured you’d let up now, let him fuck you dumb on his cock after your little power play.

You let him have a little moment, where his hands palmed at your breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling your hard nipples, making you moan and whimper at his skilled touch.

“That’s right, sweet thing, I’ll take care of you,” Bradley murmured into your ear as his mouth licked and sucked at your sensitive skin.

You almost rolled your eyes. You give a guy an inch. Instead you smiled, tugging at the short hair at the nape of his neck. A groan rumbled deep in his chest, as you steered him to the bed, undressing him as you went.

Bradley laid you down on the bed, climbing on top of you, his lips connecting with yours in a sloppy kiss, tongue stroking against yours eagerly. Hooking a leg over his hip, you used his temporary weakness against him as you flipped him over - so that you sat straddled across his lap instead of him rutting into your clothed pussy.

“C’mere, baby,” you murmured, urging Bradley to sit up. You covered his hands, currently placed on your hips, with yours and guided them to your breasts. He moaned along with you as he squeezed and played with them, his fingers yet again teasing your nipples.

“Be a good boy and use that talented mouth of yours?” You breathed out, head falling back at the pleasure of Bradley’s hands stimulating your sensitive breasts. He didn’t waste any time in licking your nipples, his tongue gently swirling around the hardened tips. He carried on like that for a while, switching every so often. It was good, but not what you wanted.

Placing a hand on the back of Bradley’s head, you pushed him closer to your chest as you ground your soaking wet pussy against his hard cock.

“C’mon sweet boy, suck on my tits for me, baby - I know you want to,” you murmured, underlining your words by gently stroking the back of his head. A whimper fell from his lips before he latched onto your nipple, lips closing around the supple flesh as he sucked and licked at you. You moaned loudly and ground down harder against him.

“Fuck, just like that baby, good boy - fuck, you’re being so good to me,” you were overwhelmed by pleasure as Bradley whined and whimpered whilst he sucked at your nipple, gently using his teeth to heighten the sensation.

“Fuck me, Bradley,” you moaned, reaching down to stroke his leaking cock, pushing your underwear to the side to guide him into your entrance. The loud moan that spilled from his lips was heavenly, and you couldn’t help clenching around his deliciously thick cock as he bottomed out. Bradley fell back against the pillows, pistoning his hips into your wet, welcoming heat. His hand gripped at your hips, helping you slam down on him in time with his hard and deep thrusts. You could tell you’d riled him up good, he was chasing his release like a man starved of touch.

“You feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like this, doll,” he moaned, swatting at your ass. This man was so used to being in charge. You smirked, rolling your hips agonisingly slow, drinking in all his pretty boy moans.

“Fuck, whose is it, doll?” Bradley groaned out as he looked at how his cock slid in and out of your weeping cunt. Your eyes were rolled back up until that point, head tilted back at the pleasure rolling through you with Bradley’s deep thrusts into you. Your thighs clamped down on his hips, restricting his movements as your eyes snapped to meet his, a mischievous smirk adorning your lips as you placed your hands on his lower abdomen.

Swirling your hips, you rolled and dragged them in agonisingly deep and teasing ways - and what Bradley wasn’t aware of, was that you were spelling out your name on his cock.

Leaning down, you placed your smaller hand on his thick neck - applying just the tiniest amount of pressure as you growled out

“Mine,” as you suddenly sunk down hard on his leaking cock.

“C’mon baby, make me cum all over your thick cock,” you demanded, keeping him in place as you used his cock for your own pleasure.

“You’re not allowed to cum before me,” you continued, bouncing up and down on Bradley’s cock as you chased your high, small moans slipping from your lips. Bradley sat up again, pathetically grinding his hips into yours.

“I’m so fucking close, I can’t—” he whimpered, and you gave him a searing look.

“Don’t you dare, lieutenant,” you threatened, fucking yourself harder on his cock. He could feel your cunt fluttering and clenching around him harder and harder as you were approaching your high. He was babbling now, begging to cum in your sweet pussy, begging to let him please spurt so hard in you. Whining, begging, tears sliding down his face as he watched you fall apart on him.

“Fuck, please, please I’ve been good - please let me cum in you, mommy,” he whimpered, not even sure what he was babbling because he was so fucked out, so worn and needy for your approval.

You moaned loud at his words,

“Fuck, Bradley, yes baby - cum baby, cum for mommy,” you urged, and the words had barely left your lips before you felt hot ropes of cum hitting your cervix over and over again.

Bradley’s forehead fell against your heaving chest, his upper body glistening with sweat.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” You murmured, stroking his hair. “You did real good, I could tell you weren’t used to taking that role,” you smiled, tilting his head up to look into his eyes. He wore a dopey, sheepish expression.

“I’ve never cum so hard in my entire life,” he confessed, before telling you he’d never let someone take charge like that in the bedroom. As you cleaned him and yourself up, snuggling up to him, you asked how he liked it.

“It felt nice to be taken care of,” he blushed, hiding his face in your neck as he kissed you there.

“I’ll let you fuck me dumb next time,” you promised, giving him a sweet kiss before you fell asleep.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #smut #my writing #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fanfic

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idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy · 10 months

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Hey ! I love your work and I just wanted to know if you could do a prowler miles x femreader

And he's basically reacting to Y/n doing the wap challenge or a sexy dance in the living room

Thank you <333

I think it would be funny ash

Doing A Suggestive dance infront of him. - Miles 42

Heheh I love this one! Thanks for the request anon

BE PREPARED FOR: LANGUAGE (USE OF THE N WORD), MAD MILES, AGRESSIVE MILES, FLUFF, THATS REALLY IT.

THIS SOOO SHORT IM SORRYRYEY

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So I’m gonna say you were probably doing the pony dance from Flo Milli😂😂 CAUSW it’s the only recent one I can think of (creds to @sheluvv-jen cause she used this dance for her story)

You would just be doing it to get his attention and under his skin because he been playing his game forever.

As soon as he hears the audio playing his head whips around so quick because he knows exactly where it comes from.

When you start the dance moves he’s quick to stand up and tackle you.

Yes. Tackle you.

Like a football tackle.

“la mierda estás haciendo!” He would yell at the top of his lungs as he reaches for your phone

“A TikTok….duh nigga” You sass back trying to hold your composure.

“Get fucked up if you want to Y/N, why the hell you shaking ya ass on the phone” He says still having that stone cold demeanor.

“You sound like somebodies momma plus that’s how TikTok works baby” You say back, rolling your eyes, laughing a little as his nose does little twitches

“Nos vemos actuando como loco. Ahora tengo que mirarte.” He shakes his head, walking towards the PlayStation, shutting it off.

You celebrate internally, cause your plan worked.

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 miles #miles morales prowler #miles 42 x reader #miles 42 x black reader #earth 42 miles morales x you #this sucks #m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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[14:46] • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship kind of ig hehehe

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, mean!seok but he's whipped kind of, slapping, WAP LMFAO, choking again but fr, a tiny bit of degradation, bulge kink, mentions of oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, mentions of voyeurism but not really, he doesn't cum inside but reader wants him to fjskdjf, cum eating lort, kinda soft at the end... as usual just hmu if I missed smth

WC: tumblr mobile bby it's kinda short again?? Maybe?

A/N: another unplanned thing but a continuation of this because mean seok lives rent-free in all our brains esp mine on god 😭 i think he'd be mean solely if his buttons were pressed enough anyways i love procrastinating on the wips I'm creating. God don't come for me AT ALL YO I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING 😭 ACTUALLY THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FAULT IT'S YOURS!!!

Seokmin's even crueler once he bottoms out.

Soft little kisses dotting your neck turn to harsh sucks and bites with the intent to have you lean the back of your head on his shoulder. Which you do, surrendering your entire body to his brutal assault.

His fingers pinch and pull at your nipples before he slaps your tits lightly to watch them bounce from the impact paired with a sharp thrust as his hips snap away and then back up into your warm cunt. Where it belongs.

He doesn't like being mean. Really.

But fury surges in his veins once more when he recalls the way the bartender tried to flirt with you. Leering like a creep at your curves. The frisky clubgoers letting their hands linger a little too long on your ass for his liking. Squishing unnaturally against the front of your body, casual talking as if it's not an excuse to get a sneaky look down your cleavage.

You're gorgeous, he knows that. Well aware of your allure. He fell for it. Hard.

But it's not like you're alone. His arm had been wrapped around your waist all night, shooting challenging glares in every direction because you are his.

Seokmin growls lowly in your ear and your pussy can't help but flutter helplessly around him.

He smirks. It's his dick your soaking cunt is speared on, his hands running up and down your body, his tongue tangling with yours when you tilt your head and kiss along his jawline until he leans down to meet your lips.

Your wetness that he usually likes to drown in, but instead merely played with earlier, leaks down both of your thighs. Every shallow thrust causes more to drip from your hole with a filthy squelch.

Absolutely messy.

He loves it.

"Feel good, baby? No one can fuck you like I do, right?"

"Mhm, yeah... so good. So full. Love it."

"Tell me what you like about me." Your eyelashes flutter as you struggle to focus and comprehend his question. "What made you choose me out of any bastard that would die to have you in his arms? Hm? What made this tight pussy want to swallow up my dick?"

Seokmin's been insecure ever since the first time you met him despite the fact later that night you were sucking him off in the bathroom of the club. Who knows. You'll never fully get it. But he always fucks the brains out of you whenever he's worried you may slip away from his grasp.

You know you'll be sore and have bruises for days. Delicious.

"L-love your smile."

"Yeah?"

"You're so... so kind."

"That so?" A hand returns to wrap around your neck although he doesn't squeeze like earlier. "I'm nice to you baby?"

"Ah, so nice... so sweet," you assure although a lazy smirk is on your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head in delirium. "So lovely."

He chuckles darkly. "I adore how highly you flatter me but I'm not sure you'll think I'm so kind after this. So tell me, sweetheart. Why do you really like me."

"I — "

Seokmin cuts you off with a real squeeze to your throat, temporarily blocking your airflow. If you weren't feeling lightheaded before, you definitely are now. Floating in that happy little bubble you always find yourself in whenever he lets out his envious side.

When Seokmin snaps, the world pauses to watch him wreck you in awe.

Of course, no one's actually watching. To your knowledge. Although, he's fucking you stupid so who really can tell. But also, why would Seokmin ever divulge such a beautiful sight for anyone else's gaze?

You. Are. His. Alone.

"Or should I say what do you like about me?"

He releases his grip and trails his hand almost lovingly past your breasts and pauses just above your lower abdomen. Peeking over your shoulder, he groans at how he can see himself move within you as he grinds his hips, pelvis rubbing intimately across your ass.

"Huh, baby?" He rasps in your ears and you both moan in tandem when his hand brushes over the bump the tip of his dick causes and you clench impossibly tight. "Gonna answer me, beautiful?"

"L-love your dick in-inside me!"

"Uh-huh."

"No one... No one can fuck you like me, Seokminie. No one h-has a dick so perfect l-like yours is."

"That's right." Your neck is attacked with kisses, nibbles, licks, and bites. "Don't you forget it."

"I would n-never."

"I won't let you. Won't let this pretty pussy forget. Carve my name into this sweet cunt of yours for years to come."

"Mhm, Seokmin..."

"You'd love that wouldn't you."

"Yes!"

"Then cream on my cock, baby. Hm? Make me yours as well?"

His pace is brutal, speeding up as he eggs you on. You whine, reaching your arm around his neck to tug on his the tiny hairs on his nape as you feel the coil burning in your gut snap.

When Seokmin feels you let go, he bends you over doggy style. Hips slamming unforgivingly although his quiet whispers of assurance soothe you through the sensitivity that makes you clamp even harder around him. He can barely squeeze in but he makes it work, opting to slide his aching cock between your plush thighs.

You sob out though when you feel his release spurt out along your thighs. He usually makes sure to cum inside since you're on the pill and you're both safe. Slyly moving your hips, you try to slip his dick back inside to catch the last drops but Seokmin catches on with a click of his tongue.

"You're too sensitive for me, sweetheart." He flops down on his side, pulling you with him. Turning in his arms, you face him with a pout and he wrinkles his brow. "What?"

"I thought you wanted to stake your claim on me?"

His hand shoots down to wipe some of the cum off with a frown. "But I did?"

"You always do it inside."

"Well now everyone can see it clearly."

"Seokmin!"

A hesitant kiss is placed on your nose. "Kidding. Just rest a bit now."

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand. Keeping eye contact, you lick his fingers clean. His eyebrows are still furrowed, eyes darkening at each kitten swipe of your tongue and light sucking you do as if he's still on edge. But the way the corners of his mouth tilt up fails to hide the lovely smile you're fond of.

Running a hand through his bangs and then cupping his cheek, you smile as well when he leans into your touch.

"I love you, you know? You don't have to worry about anything, I'm yours and you're mine, right?"

Seokmin's eyes flash back open and he suddenly doesn't meet your gaze, shy as if he didn't fuck you crazy enough to see stars. But despite all of that, intimate post-sex moments like these make your heart beat the fastest.

"I know... I love you too."

You press a kiss against his lips, smiling. "But I won't be opposed to you going crazy like this again, maybe I'll still let guys flirt with me if this is how you'll act."

His arms tighten firmly around you as he whines your name in protest. "Don't you dare."

"I won't my sweet boy," you giggle. "I wasn't lying at all, though. Everything is true. You're the only one for me."

His voice is small when he thanks you, burying his head in your neck to hide his embarrassment. It's all so endearing, every side to him. No matter what, you wouldn't change or leave Seokmin ever.

#ez.creates #lee seokmin smut #lee dokyeom smut #dk smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #kpop smut #seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #svt.smut

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grendelsmilf · 12 days

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this piece is obviously an engaging, compelling, fascinating, and quite hilarious read, but the notion that the facile, misogynistic ending of war and peace is somehow “happy” and “satisfying” is crazy to me. unless ann means the epilogue after the epilogue, wherein tolstoy just straight up elucidates the framework through which he interprets history (and it’s great). but there are truly so many other, better examples of narratively satisfying and thematically resonant happy or even bittersweet endings in well-regarded and supposedly challenging “classics” that ann could have chosen from to undermine lauren’s point. i think wap’s (first) epilogue is by far one of the weakest parts of the entire novel, which is otherwise genuinely (infuriatingly) as good as the few people who have actually bothered to read the whole thing claim it to be. unfortunately wap, like astrophysics, is often employed as shorthand to signify the arbitrary construction of what constitutes “intelligence.” oh you’ve read the entirety of a novel that is mostly famous for being long as fuck. oh you can do complex physics on an astronomical scale. you must be some kind of genius!!! and i’m not saying that reading a novel of that length doesn’t require stamina, or that doing astronomy doesn’t require certain knowledge, that it’s simply a walk in the park. but if the whole point of this review is to undermine the idea that taking interest in certain “high brow” pursuits and flaunting your ivy league credentials doesn’t actually make you superior to your fellow contemporary women of the literati, then it feels kind of facile to employ wap as some kind of trump card when it’s not really the serve ann clearly thinks it is. that says, who cares. (see what i did there?) it’s not like i’d heard of either of these women or read their work before reading this article. and first and foremost, i am always here for juicy white woman on white woman violence.

#o #i guess bad art friend was technically wasian woman on white woman violence but it still counts to me #this is fun #cannot wait to get into it w navya tomorrow :)

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writercole · 2 years

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Mercy

Summary: A bet puts Jake at his girlfriend’s mercy. Until he can’t take anymore.

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x unnamed fem Words: 1687 Credits: @deangirl93 who allowed me to absolutely slay her while she looked over this for me. Warnings: 18+. Smut. Sub!Jake, bratty!Jake, restraints, teasing, f masturbation, thigh riding, unprotected sex, ice play, Jake’s dog tags, finger sucking, mentions of cheating at trivia, mentions of a bet/losing a bet A/N: This all came about because of a little ‘conversation’ that I had with @ahockeywrites and @princessphilly about Jake going sub and that it would ONLY happen because of a bet. Well, we have that bet.

He wasn’t supposed to lose. He was Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, the best pilot in the squadron. He came out on top of everything he did. Everything. Somehow, though, he lost the bet against his girlfriend. And now he was at her mercy.

“Eyes open, Jakey,” she cooed breathlessly.

Jake did as she instructed, opening his eyes and drinking her in as she strode across the room, her heels clicking across the tile floor as she approached. Her black lingerie drove him crazy, what little there was of it. The lace shifted with every step, making his cock harden against the confines of his jeans.

“Now, as per the bet rules, I get to do whatever I want to you,” she said sweetly as she dragged her finger across his chest. “So strip and get on your knees.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, not moving while he tried to figure out her intentions. She stood her ground, her face set with a mischievous smile and twinkling eyes. She wasn’t giving anything away but he wasn’t relenting that easily either.

“What if I don’t want to?” he challenged with a smirk.

“You know the rules,” she replied, batting her eyelashes up at him, “you do what I say or you sing ‘WAP’ in just a tutu at The Hard Deck next week.”

She paused for a beat, waiting to see his choice. He sighed and hung his head before moving to unbutton his shirt.

“Good boy,” she purred quietly as she turned back to the kitchen, pouring a drink while Jake undressed.

She turned around to find him still standing in the same spot, naked aside from the dog tags hanging in the middle of his chest. Her face became hard as she stalked forward, glaring up at him with her drink in her hand. “I said kneel,” she growled.

He fell to his knees in front of her before he fully processed her words. Her tone was leaving no room for argument.

“Mmm, you look so pretty down here,” she told him as she carded her fingers through his hair. She tugged his head back to look him in the eyes, her own just as lust-blown as his. “Wish I could keep you here.”

His hand reached out and caressed her thigh, prompting her to step back. His hand fell away and he looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“No touching, Jakey,” she said firmly.

“Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed incredulously, his brow creasing in disbelief.

“Strike two, Jake.”

He clenched his jaw shut and took a deep breath before feeling her hand trace his jaw line. He suppressed a shudder and maintained eye contact, watching her eyes flitter over his face. She took a sip of her drink and a drop escaped her lips, dripping off her chin to her chest.

Jake followed the drop with his eyes, missing her hand dipping into the glass for an ice cube. He gasped when it touched his skin, the cold sending a shiver down his spine followed by a hum of contentment as she continued tracing down his collarbone and the hard lines of his chest.

“Stand up for me, baby,” she commanded, taking a step back and popping the ice cube into her mouth.

He did as he was told and jumped to his feet, looking down at her with hooded eyes as she stepped back into his space. She held the ice between her teeth as she dragged it down his abs, dropping slowly to her knees while her nails raked down his thighs.

His cock throbbed, hard and leaking while she teased him with icy touches and warm breaths. When the ice melted and she stood again, she made sure to brush her chest up his body, her tongue tracing up the deep lines around his hips.

Jake’s hands gripped her waist tightly, attempting to pull her closer to himself, to relieve some of the desire that was burning him from the inside out. She gripped his wrists and yanked them off of her, stepping away from him once again.

“Jake, what did I tell you?”

“But, please, I just need -”

“What you need to do is listen when I give you instructions,” she countered. “Since you don’t seem to want to cooperate, I’ll have to do things the harder way. Hands behind your back.”

Jake crossed his wrists behind his back and pouted. He heard clothing rustling behind him but didn’t dare turn to see what it was. His eyes went wide when he felt his leather belt wrap around his arms.

She crossed around in front of him and trailed her fingertips down his stomach, brushing lightly along the top of his shaft. She watched his eyes flutter at her touch and she smirked.

“Here’s the thing, Jakey,” she sighed, “I’m going to enjoy myself one way or another. It’ll be up to you if you let me have my fun with you…or without you.”

He whimpered when she removed her hand, his breathing already becoming labored and sweat beading on his forehead.

“Okay, okay,” he panted, “whatever you want.”

“There we go,” she smiled, kissing him softly. “Back on your knees.”

As he knelt, she settled in front of him on a chair and let her heels drop off of her feet. She spread her legs wide open, shifting her panties to the side and exposing her already dripping core to him. He groaned when she dipped two fingers into her channel. His name fell from her lips like a prayer as she brought herself to a climax.

Jake watched as her walls fluttered around her fingers, slick dripping from her knuckles while she continued to fuck herself with her fingers. His cock ached and his hair was drenched from the strain of the restraint he was showing.

She pulled her fingers away from herself and sat forward, bringing them to Jake’s lips. He looked her in the eyes as he sucked them clean, intent on cooperating until he couldn’t take anymore.

“Stand up, baby,” she told him as she rose to her feet herself, slipping the lingerie off as he watched.

“Please, I want to touch you so bad,” he whined. His hands struggled behind his back and she gave him a stern look, making him stop.

“Soon.”

She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards slowly until his knees hit the edge of the sofa. A gentle shove on his chest and he was falling backwards onto the cushions. She straddled his thigh and ground down, moaning at the sensation.

“Oh, Jakey,” she gasped as she continued to roll her hips along his leg, feeling a second release building. Her head tipped back in ecstasy and her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped over the edge.

She didn’t notice Jake’s arms shifting behind him as she rode out her high. And she didn’t feel his weight shifting until he had his arms around her waist and was lifting her up.

“I know you were having fun but this has been torture,” he told her as carried her to the bedroom.

He dropped her on the bed and roughly climbed on top of her, nipping at her skin as he kissed a path from her hips to her neck that had her squirming beneath him. He smirked down at her as he lined himself up with her entrance, pushing in slowly, watching her face as she stretched around him.

He set a rough, fast pace, one that had the headboard knocking hard against the wall and had her shouting with every thrust. His hand snaked between their bodies and he applied gentle pressure to her clit, rubbing small circles when he felt her walls start contracting around him.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he taunted as he nipped her bottom lip.

“JAKE!” she screamed as her body went rigid, her walls pulsing around his length as he helped her ride out her high.

He slid his hand down her outer thigh and lifted her leg around him, allowing him deeper and affording him a better angle. He felt her tensing around him again and he picked up his pace, allowing himself to chase his own high.

She came with a wordless scream, her mouth open wide and her back arching. Jake finished with her name on his lips, spilling deep inside of her.

He rested his forehead against hers as they both calmed, their breathing and heartbeats slowing back to normal. He pulled out of her with a groan, slipping away and coming back with a washcloth to clean her up before tucking her under his arm.

Her fingers drifted across the planes of his chest, toying with his dog tags while his danced up and down her arm as they laid in quiet bliss.

“Maybe you should lose bets to me more often,” she teased him.

He chuckled and held her closer, pressing a kiss to her crown. Realization dawned on him afterwards, and he cocked his head to the side, looking down at her.

“How did you win, anyway?” he asked. “I didn’t think you knew that much about 70s and 80s music.”

She giggled and hid her face before looking up with an apologetic expression. “Phoenix may have been feeding me the answers.”

“What?! You totally cheated!” he exclaimed, rolling her to her back and tickling her mercilessly.

Their laughs echoed around the room before he collapsed next to her, pulling her back to his chest.

“Are you mad at me?” she whispered.

“Are you kidding?” he replied. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Phoenix can feed you the answers on trivia night all the time.”

“Good. Because I have plans for next week, too,” she mumbled.

Her fingers stopped moving and her breathing evened out, soft snores confirming that she’d fallen asleep. Jake watched her sleep until his eyes fell closed, his thoughts and dreams reminding him of how lucky he’d gotten when he found her.

She has him at her mercy and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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