#closer that his shirt is untucked and his pants are short like her skirt and his boots are taller to mimic her tights

[nakitengoku]

Companion to this post, RED Scoutsune’s design!

#my art #quinn draws #scoutsune miku #scoutsune #hastune miku #tf2 #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #i hate drawing guns so much there's too much happening in such tiny space hate it #this scout was supposed to be closer to miku design while also being farther away #closer that his shirt is untucked and his pants are short like her skirt and his boots are taller to mimic her tights #but farther in that he's red. and that his gloves are shorter making it less like her arm cover things and that his hair is spiky #yes i actually spent time thinking about these things #before you ask those stickers are legit music notation things #the ff is fortissimo which means go as loud as you can go #the eye looking thing is a fermata and it means to hold the note for as long as you want #and the three connected music notes are a tripulet which is basically a funky rythym #i was in choir leave me alone #RED and BLU scoutsune are friends that also hate each other hope that clears up their relationship <3 #i am tired #this is the third time i drew him full body #also: fuck hands. spent like half an hour on them #gun tw #tw gun #quinn rants in the tags

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 9

Writing smut is very hard.

Y/n wakes up at Will's place and she finds a way to repay him for saving her life.

Contains: pretty much nothing but porn, m/f, oral sex (both m and f receiving), hand guiding

You woke up to the barking of what seemed to be a thousand dogs. It was quickly followed by a desperate hushing and a groan of exhaustion when Will realized they’d already woken you up. 

Will looked deeply embarrassed. Not only for his dogs, but because he was wearing nothing but an undershirt and a pair of blue briefs. “...good morning.” 

You propped yourself up on your wrists, trying to not look too ecstatic at the house full of dogs. “Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” 

“[F/N], these are Max, Jack, Harley, Ellie, Buster, and the one over there sniffing your bag is Winston. He’s my newest.” 

He pointed to a large, bright orange dog with his nose in your bag. You threw your legs over the bed and tried to shoo him away before he got into your medicine. 

“Back off, nosy boy!” You scolded playfully. Winston yipped helplessly and fled back to Will.

“Fellas, this is [F/N] [L/N], she’s a guest.” He introduced. 

Your eyes snuck from the dogs to his briefs and then back to the dogs. You prayed to a god you didn’t believe in that he didn’t catch you. 

“I should probably make myself decent.” He scratched the back of his head.

“Or I could just make myself less decent.” You blurted out, not even taking a second to think if it was a good idea. 

Will bit his lip and looked at the ground. “If you wanted to, I suppose that would be fair.” 

You began to slowly untuck and unbutton your blouse. “Are you sure? Because I’ll do it but only if you want me to.” 

“It kind of sounds like you want to.” Will raised his eyebrows. 

“Well, for the sake of fairness, yeah.” You rationalized. “But if it would make you uncomfortable-”

“Honestly I’m uncomfortable with being the only one in the room in my underwear.” Will folded his arms. “And it sounds like you have a way to remedy that, so, by all means.” 

"Okay. I'll do it." You said, quickening your fingers. You didn't even think about it when you pulled your shirt right off your chest, revealing a well-worn bra.

Will pursed his lips and looked down. "You were wrong, this is a different kind of awkward."

"Yeah, I don't know why I thought this was a good idea." You shook your head and noticed that he was clenching a muscle.

You went as long as you could without looking, but he wasn't trying to hide it, either. The space between you narrowed until you could feel his breath against your cheek.

His hand hovered over the small of your back. "May I?"

You nodded. He suddenly pulled you in so you could feel him stiffen against you. All the blood rushed to your face.

He pressed his lips against yours, wasting no time and running his tongue along your bottom lip. You wrapped your leg around his waist while you hurriedly unclasped your bra.

You broke the kiss for air. "Feel me."

You took his hand from its spot on your back and placed it over your breast. You fit so perfectly in his hand, it was as if he were made for you. Or, more likely, you were made for him.

Will groaned and you could feel him twitching against you. It pained him to kill the momentum even just for a second, but he needed to take you to the bedroom. He grabbed your hand, pulled you into the room and slammed the door behind you.

Once you were safe in the privacy of his bedroom, he made every primal desire known. He pinned you against the wall and latched on to your neck, blood pooling under your skin. He was determined to turn you red.

He left a trail of love bites down your neck. His hand crept behind you and he forced your back to arch, just so he could more easily devour the valley between your breasts.

You slipped your thumbs into his waistband and lowered his briefs just enough to free his throbbing erection. You gradually lowered yourself, letting the anticipation eat him alive. You wanted to tease him. You wanted him teetering on the edge of his orgasm, to the point where a light breeze could push him over the edge.

In short, you wanted him to see stars as he emptied himself down your throat.

You teased his head with the tip of your tongue, lapping up his precum. When he clenched his hands into white-knuckled fists, you smiled.

Wrapping your lips around him, you anchored yourself with a hand on the back of his thigh. You run your tongue up and down his length. Every muscle in his body tensed, so you gave his thigh a firm squeeze.

"Fuck..." he grunted, taking in sharp, truncated breaths. "...[F/N], fuck-"

You took his entire length in your mouth. He slammed his fist against the wall. You bobbed your head, squeezing his thigh intermittently.

"Fuck, [F/N]-" He tilted his head back and grabbed a fistful of your hair. "I'm close-"

You swirled your tongue around him, paying special attention to the all the little veins and crevices. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he filled your mouth with his hot, thick cum.

He panted and fell from between your lips with a satisfying pop. You met his eyes and swallowed.

You pushed yourself up to your feet. "We're even now."

"We most certainly are not." Will said, still feeling lightheaded. He approached you with ravenous intent. He pushed a blade of your hair out of the way and nibbled at your earlobe.

Suddenly, he pushed you down on the bed. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist, and his hands were on your knees. You trembled with anticipation and he felt it.

Will kissed a line up the length of your inner thigh. The closer he got to your sex, the more he lingered. He was tormenting you the same way you tormented him.

"Fuck, you're absolutely dripping for me." He observed. "What is to be done about this?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He used his tongue to part your folds and find your most sensitive spots.

"Hmm.. Will..." you whined, tangling your fingers in his curls. His stubble was coarse against your delicate skin.

You rested your legs over his shoulders as he teased your opening with his practiced tongue. He drew nearer to your clitoris, anchoring himself with a possessive handful of your ass.

He hungrily lapped up your arousal. Your leg began to tremble and he smiled into you. His tongue graced your clitoris, making you double over in pleasure.

"Oh god-" you gasped, pushing his head deeper between your legs.

You spill into his mouth embarrassingly quickly. You weren't used to having someone give you such special attention. Especially not someone as generous as Will Graham.

He pulled away from you, a strand of your cum lingering on his lips and plenty more in his beard. He looked up at you. Seeing you flushed, gasping for air and thoroughly red made him smile.

"Now we're even." He said, giving your leg one last soft kiss.

#nsft #lemon #tw smut #smut #will graham x reader #will graham x you #hannibal nbc #will graham smut #mouth stuff #hand guiding #how do I tag this in a way that won't get me flagged #will graham #the sommelier #hannigram x reader

[barberzbunny]

His Little Lies

Professor!Kylo x Reader

**Read on wattpad**

Word count: 4.8k

Dom!Kylo, Teasing, Instructional Masturbation, Voyeur & exhibitionism, Pleasure denial, Hatefucking, Sex in the classroom, Spanking, Nearly caught, Degradation and praising, Possessiveness, Older man-younger woman, no aftercare.

The forenoon sun bestowed warm, golden rays of hospitality upon the dormer window of the elevated walls of the classroom. Birds chirped in harmony, as they jestled with the lengths of their feathers, and rhymed in benign song.

Students nimbly scribbled down notes, compacted and smushed in rows and rows of conjoined desks— listening attentively, or contrarily not obtaining a word, that Mr. Ren hollered over the clank of the thermostat, and the boisterous whir of the rustic heater kicking on.

Conveniently, your assigned seat was in the center of the narrow row at the bottom of the classroom; offering you a tempting view, of the dubious Mr. Ren, as he avoided your sultry, liquidated gaze of yearning, and instead directed his wavering attention to the tarnished chalk board mounted to the scalloped brick wall.

Every time those honey-speckled orbs drifted in your direction with reluctance and vain, you found that your dainty fingers had grown dangerous, salacious minds of their own; as they subconsciously, leisurely hiked up the plaid hem of your skirt, and grazed the flesh of you inner thighs.

His inclination was tactile, at the tip of your tongue, as you mimicked the candied, pearly grin of a nymphet, swiping your slithering tongue along the scarlet path of lip gloss tainting your puckering lips, observing the way he adjusted the bulge stimulating in his pants with prudence.

"Over the course of the past few weeks, we've studied numerous capabilities of Gods and Goddesses that originated from Greece," his voice was velvety and mundane; and only you saw the hiccup of his breath when his eyes loitered on you for a moment longer than configuratively appropriate.

"With winter break just around the corner, and me, being the generous professor that I am," he paused and smirked astutely, as snickers erupted from the enclosed corners of the classroom, "I decided that to end off the semester, we will be doing a project that I think you'll find manageable."

One of the bashful boys, with swooping, sandy hair, waved his hand around, and you blatantly rolled your eyes as he directed Mr. Rens attention to him, as opposed to you.

"Yes, Nate?" He accounted him with the point of his ink pen, his eyebrows raised inquisitively.

"Does that mean no exam?" Nate chirped, wiggling his eyebrows and flashing Mr. Ren a witty smile, as Ren chuckled monotonously and pursed his deliciously plump, rouge lips.

"No—" His snicker was hoarse, and keen, like lethal acid, as his hazel eyes darted to you, and back to Nate. "It means you have a project, and an exam due before winter break."

The class groaned in response, and you barked out a poised laugh, as Mr. Ren narrowed his eyes at you in a subtle warning. You would pay for that, and your titillating greed was devouring the thoughts of your punishment lusciously— your panties were soaked, and they had been, since the moment you sauntered into class ten minutes late, with a skirt that was just the perfect amount of short to drive Mr. Ren despicably, and ultimately wild.

He vocally disregarded your shifty cackle, pivoting back to his chalkboard, that had sequences of scrambled words in his ornate cursive handwriting, that were clouded with an ivory abyss of chalk dust.

"The project will be simple." He assured, crossing his bulky arms, as the complexion of his sculpted muscles peaked through the restricting material of his blue button-up shirt; glaring at you pretentiously. "You will each be assigned a God or Goddess to do detailed research on." He plucked off his black margin glasses, raking in the sight of tedious students.

"A one page paper would've sufficed, if you all hadn't decided to collectively groan about it," he grinned diabolically, eyes training on each individual attentively as they murmured curses, before his gaze locked on yours— the satin flesh encompassing his undereye twitching agilely, when he noticed the way your hand dipped past the surface of your desk, and rested virtuously on your thigh.

"I want three full pages. Complete sentences, proper grammar, the usual." He rambled, rounding his mahogany desk, and plopping down into his squelching office chair. "I'll give you the remainder of class to begin your research. Check your emails, I've forwarded each of you credible sources that may help."

Everyone clamored for their notebooks and untucked their laptops, arduously slamming their digits into their keyboards. But not you. You stared at Mr. Ren, with a lecherous stare, that was palpable on his tantalized end. His veiny, calloused hand twitched, his pen faltering in his grasp, as he clenched his jaw and peered up at you through the vail of his dark eyelashes.

You batted your own eyelashes, purity etched into your mechanisms, as you traced raunchy designs into your thigh softly; smiling innocently, as his eyes followed your hand, as it slithered closer and closer to that wildfire of amatory blazing your core.

He briskly shook his head, to shuck the erogenous visions of you away; those lustrous thoughts that were articulating in his mind, that was once stone; and was now infatuated mush, being molded by the hands of his persistent student, that he had claimed as his muse without piecing the consequences together.

He blinked exuberantly, as if the luminescent white lights beaming down on him from the buttressed ceilings were scorning his quarrying retinas. He slipped his glasses back on, and typed methodically into the flat keyboard of his desktop computer.

You opened your own laptop, browsing your email folder. The majority of it was just a collection of junk and advertisements— except a few unopened reports from infuriated professors— and then one, fresh email, from Mr. Ren.

Ren | just now — Nov. 17 |

I'm assigning you Aphrodite.

Open the tabloid for credible sources.

Now behave yourself.

You nibbled on your bottom to suppress a judicious smile, glimpsing him over the barrier of your computer screen; he was staring at you, with that competent, flamboyant arch in his brow, and that scolding curl of his upper lip.

You typed your response tediously, systematically, feeling that heartbeat pulse in your panties as his hooded eyes watched the way your fingers skimmed over the keyboard like it was the plushest of silk.

You | just now — Nov.17 |

Yes, sir.

I'll be good for you.

Until after class.

You successfully sent the reply without revealing your candor through a mischievous smirk. You feigned the endeavorment that you were researching the Goddess he had assigned you; and that he had assigned you, due to the relativity that her abilities were based off of lust and fertility.

Mr. Ren's whiskey-hazel eyes drank in the diligently poured words of your email; his irises fogged with lust, as he glanced at you diminutively, rolling his shoulders and emailing you back.

Ren | just now — Nov.17 |

Theres my good girl.

Blood rushed to your face, scorning your cheeks a sheepish pink— the diabolic tug of his alluring lips doused your arousal in lecherous gasoline. You scrambled for your mechanical pencil, swallowing your abrupt trepidation, and scribbled down notes from the credible sources he provided you in your journal.

If Aphrodite would've been less flamboyant and custodious over her tempting reputation; Mr. Ren would've compared the two of you. You were an aphrodisiac, to the artistry of his electrifying veins— the equivalent to the libido of Cupid's arching arrow, that pierced his clad soul, and pumped his heart full of affixless toxins.

Time ticked tediously, as it always seemed to when you were anticipating the venereal exploits to come, once that boisterous bell chimed and all of the other students filed out of the classroom.

When the screech of chalk emitted from the slender white stick in Mr. Rens grip, you grimaced, and glanced up at the board. The tendons in his back muscles expanded and strained, his shoulder blades jeering softly, as he briskly scrawled down jumbled notes— presumably for the next course he would be teaching in a couple of hours— for he knew that with you on his hands, he wouldn't be able to get any of his complex work done.

The bell dinged, the irksome chime reverberating around the dull bricks margining the classroom, as students mumbled their farewells and spilled out of the room. A few students stranded behind the mass of people to ask Mr. Ren questions, and you were prolongingly bunching your belongings together and slipping them into your bag, so you had a feasible excuse for being the last to leave.

It was routine, now, blending in with the scenery of other curious students, just to be ladled by the hands of your professor. Both of you had adapted to this endeavoring ploy; watching the clock strike tortuously, itching for the moment it would dismiss the platoon of college kids and leave you with the promiscuous Mr. Ren.

"Have a great day," he said, and you could hear his feigned smile as he waved the last bushel of kids off. They scampered out of the dome constructed classroom— and shivers lined the expanse of your skin when the brawny corridor latched shut.

There was a beat of silence, as Mr. Ren strokes his jaw in contemplation, and blinks down at the scuffle of papers sprawling his desk— that was stained, with the remnants of last weeks events, that accumulated on the surface and was never affixed.

"You were late," his voice was hoarse with vexed mundaneness, as he interlocked his fingers together, and rested his chiseled chin on his thick knuckles. "For the third time this week." He hissed, narrowing his eyes at you provocatively.

"Was I?" You feigned bewilderment, smoothing the rippling fabric of your plaid skirt as you strutted to his desk with tantalizing strides.

"Mhm," he narrowed his eyes into smaller slits, as you slipped into the mahogany seat perched on the opposite end of his desk, batting your eyelashes virtuously. "What has gotten into you?"

He leisurely ascended from his swiveling chair, the clack of his oxfords ricocheting off of the vacant walls of the elevated classroom, as he rounded his desk tediously, until he was merely two feet away from you.

His brawny aroma was intoxicating, pumping the blood that flowed to your brain with infatuation, and salacious greed. "You'll have to be a bit more specific, professor." You mused, nibbling on your bottom lip lewdly and meeting his murky irises, that were fogged with lust.

He caresses your jaw, with the serpentine stroke of his calloused finger, tracing the supple skin until he reached the tip of your chin. He nudged your chin upward, forcing you to peer up at him, as he hovered above your frame, that was compact into the chair.

"You used to be such a good girl," he murmured, his ravenous eyes like a kaleidoscope of disdain and sapience. You purred at the warmth of his caresses, grinning coyly at him, nuzzling into his touch.

"Always on time. Sweet, open-minded," he listed the amiable features, that you once portrayed and coaxed your peers with, his fingers slithering up your chin. "Innocent." He breathed, just as his long, rough fingers slipped past your lips, pressing firmly on your tongue, as you sealed your lips around his knuckles.

"And you used to dress appropriately." He chuckled prudently, thrusting his fingers into your mouth, as you swirled your tongue around his fingertips and sucked eagerly. His other hand ghosted the fringy hem of your skirt, "I'm not going to complain about these little skirts you love to tease me with, though. Because I know your ass is mine."

He spanked your thigh, and you mewled around his fingers, your eyebrows knitting together as the flesh tingled and pulsated.

"Is that right?" He seethed, slowly slipping his fingers out of your mouth, as a ribbon of saliva attached your lips to his fingertips.

"Yes, professor." You mumbled bashfully. "All of me, is yours."

His tempting smirk deepened. His fingers latched onto a chunk of your hair, and you bleated, wincing as he jerked your head forward and growled in your face with minty breaths, "Then who the fuck do you think you are, dressing like my little slut, where every other man can see you?"

He craned your neck backwards sharply, with his fingers intertwined with a clump of your tousled hair. "Hm?" He breathed, his clad chest swelling with contempt, and possession. "Those pathetic dogs were practically salivating at the sight of you in that skimpy skirt."

He spat down on you, his drool dripping down the valley of your perky, unswathed breasts. "And these breasts, bouncing and begging to be groped," he seethed, cupping them in his large, veiny hands, kneading them with precision as you mewled at the friction of his thumb caressing your hardening nipple.

"All of them wish this were them," he whispered monotonously, cocking a brow at you and massaging your breasts harder, as you chewed on your bottom lip to suppress a strained moan. "But only who gets to touch you, baby?" He murmured in his menacing, husky voice. "Is it me?"

You nodded vigorously, a whine of pleasure crackling past your lips, as you arched your back and shoved your breasts deeper into his tantalizing grasp. "Yes, sir. Only you." You rasped, your eyebrows woven together with salacious desire, as your blood runs thin with a hounding, animalistic craving for professor Ren.

"Good." He mused, snickering lewdly. The bronze face of his pristine watch reflected the nimble white rays of the dull sun emitting from the window, as he released the cluster of your unruly hair, and propped his calloused palms on the rigid surface of his desk. "Now, go sit in your seat."

Your eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment, but you complied to his demands regardless of the lethargic aptitude of your dull trudge. You plopped down in your assigned seat, glaring at him audaciously, with a sassy side-smirk.

Those raven, silky tendrils of wavy hair that you loved to skim your fingers through, were framing his brooding face in perfectly ornate ways, that kindled a flame of scorching desire and lechery in your core. He pawed a loose coil out of his stoic face, his plump lips pursed and twisted into a frown.

"Hike the hem of your skirt up," he demanded, and you obliged, your cheeks blemished with sheepishness, as you leisurely lifted the fringy hem of your skirt, revealing the supple flesh of your thighs.

"Mm," he hummed navally, nodding curtly, as he watched the way you shimmied the hem of your skirt higher and higher— up until the point the dampness accumulating in your panties was visible.

"Trace your inner thigh," he commanded, a ripple surfacing in his brow when you relented. "Do it. Put on a show for me, like you were so eager to do as I taught."

You reluctantly swallowed your saliva, that was thick and hefty like molasses with self-revolution, and supply kneaded one of your thighs. Your fingertips carved soft rivers of lethargy into your flesh, as you met his attentive stare, and guided your own fingers towards the bundle of heat accumulating between yours spreading legs.

"Good," he acknowledged huskily, nodding appreciatively in response to your eager compliance. "Now, slowly slip your hand into your panties, just like I do."

He squared his shoulders, applying the pressure of his weight to his palms, crossing his legs and furrowing his brows, as you obeyed his demands and dipped your hand into your panties.

Your fingers ghosted your mound, and your breath hitches, as you chewed on your bottom lip to suppress a mewl, your fingertips creeping down your slit.

"Mmm," he groaned, and you perked up when your eyes darted to his twinging bulge, being restrained by the tight dress pants cladding his long legs, "Theres my pretty girl."

A sugary whine escaped your pouty lips, as you shuddered, your fingers stroking a line up your wet slit. The sweet, velvety sounds that emerged from your parted lips doused Mr. Ren in a divine, succulent trance, as he devoured every gasp, and mewl, and whimper. As he inhaled the debauchery emitting from your body, and thrived off of your tactile libido.

"Play with yourself," he clicked his tongue, voice gruff with domination and intemperance, "I can see how wet you are from here, you're practically dripping at the sound of my voice, aren't you?"

You nodded, failing to stifle the prolonged, strained moan of contempt that reverberated around the depths of your throat. Your fingers brushed your clit, and a jolt of electricity zapped the tendons in your thighs, as you winced at your own touch.

Rubbing precise, calculated circles into your clit, your toes curled salaciously in your boots, as you choked on a bleat of pleasure.

"Dirty slut," Mr. Ren barked, seething the words through gritted teeth, as he clasped his veiny hands behind his back and deliberately paced the mosaic-tiled floor. "So desperate and needy for your professor."

You kneaded swifter, choppy circles, as your core tingled with the carnal craving to be filled. All of that prudence that filtered your system just moments ago had evaporated, as you crumbled under the penetrative stare of Mr. Ren.

You massaged your clit in concupiscent, wanton ways, pinching and plucking, flicking and kneading, up until your legs were shaking with each strum of your damp fingers, your pussy pulsating and drenched in your wetness, and your untamable whines and sputters of gratitude echoed around the confined walls of the exuberant classroom.

Even without the assistance of being stuffed, your peak was ascending the latter of raunch, as your fingers cramped up and your chest swelled with each laboring breath.

"Sir, I-I'm—" Your babbles were intervened by the crude snarl contorting Mr. Rens face.

"Stop," he demanded mundanely, and you whined in protest, only for him to ball his hand into a fist and clench it at his side, "I said stop!" He scowled bitterly, and your breath hitched in denial as you ripped your tense fingers away from your panties.

"Now get on your fucking knees, and crawl to me." He aggressively pointed towards the floor encompassing his black leather oxfords.

You obliged, blinking sheepishly, as your breath quivered with disdain. Dropping to your knees with deceleration, you withheld his grueling gaze, wiggling your hips as you slowly meandered towards him, knees scuffled from the grimy tile.

The black, glimmering surface of his oxfords articulated your coy, submissive reflection, and you only grinned sardonically at yourself before biting your bottom lip and peering up at him, anticipating directions.

"Hi." He cooed, in his velvety, monotonous tone, a supple smirk tugging at his lips as he caressed a strand of your hair. "Is my little girl ready to take her punishment now?"

You only nodded. The words were hot and agile at the tip of your tongue, words that were laced with sin and an abundance of immorality. You choked these venereal words down, silently itching for his touch.

His wrist twisted arduously, as he clambered a chunk of your hair in his vice grasp, and hoisted you off of the floor with a disgusted grunt. His upper lip was curled pruriently, as he eyed you sensually from head to toe, and proceeded to methodically exchange positions with you, pivoting you in his merciless grasp.

He bucked his hips into your backside, and you croaked out a moan, as the force of his brawny build sent you toppling over the desk. Your breasts were smushed into the cold surface, your body squirming under his, as your back arched in response to his licentious yank of your hair.

Your neck was craned, chin tilted towards the elevated ceiling, as he folded at the waist, his broad chest swelling against your back.

"You're mine," he sneered, his jaw barred as his strained voice dripped like poignant vexation in his acidic tone, his breath hot and callous in your ear. His fingers were feathered through your hair, nails embedding crescents into your scalp, as you suppressed a rasp. "Isn't that right?"

The tantalizing skewer of his bulge jeering your ass was fogging your brain with lust. His long digits tampered with the clamp of his belt. Your wrists were voluntarily latched onto your sides. Your flushed cheek was sapping to his desk, papers matting to your clammy skin.

"Yes, sir." You heaved in inclination.

The clank of his belt colliding with the glacial floor, stirred the kindling warmth in your lower belly, and you sighed in relief when his hands slid up your skirt and groped the backs of your thighs, rounding the curve of your ass, protruding your flesh with his rough fingertips.

His calloused hand snapped with greed, as he embarked his palm into your ass. You jerked forward, moaning in anguish, as he kneaded the reddening flesh, only to slap the spot repeatedly.

You clawed at the mahogany surface of his desk, flakes of chipped wood embedding into the pooch beneath your nails, as you grimaced and moaned croakily, thrashing with the force of his ruthless palm.

Just as he alleviated you by smoothing his hand over your puffy skin, the warm tip of his swollen cock ghosted your slit, and you mewled, pushing your hips back into him.

His hands slithered higher up your skirt, grasping your hips, as he teased your clit with the head of his cock, humming gruffly under his breath. You could hear his smirk as he exhaled richly, swirling his tip around the pool of wetness surfacing at your entrance.

"Please, just fuck me." You breathed, your voice high-pitched with yearning, as you spread your legs wider. "Please."

He paused, his fingers threading through your hair and yanking your head back, cracking the muscles in your neck, "Shh, baby." He mused brashly, and your limbs tingled at the grittiness lacing his tone.

In one slick motion, his thick, pulsating shaft sheathed your entrance. He hissed in pleasure, as your walls embraced his dick with the grip of a vice, as if your stability relied on it. You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, as he flagrantly pounded into you.

"Oh," you rasped, the forceful slap of his hips ramming into your ass ricocheting off of the walls, as the desk creaked and belched beneath you. "Fuck, Kylo—"

He loomed over you then, one hand crushing your windpipes with his ginormous hand, the other coasting your hip as he thrusted into you with deep, rough plucks of his cock, that collided with your cervix brutally.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He growled maliciously, spit sputtering from his barred teeth and splattering all over the desk, as his pelvis rocked in savage, perfectly tormenting rhythm with the bucks of your hips.

"I-I mean," you moaned lewdly as he removed his hand from your throat and slammed his palm into your head, smushing your blubbering face into the desk, as drool spilled from your flapping lips. "Professor!"

He huffed throatily in amusement, his breaths quipped and raspy, as he plowed straight into you and blowed a strand of coiled hair out of his face, "That's right."

He snickered, as he observed you thrash in pleasure underneath him, melting and molding into his body with howling whines and guttural moans. The thought of a student sauntering past the unlocked threshold only spurred Mr. Ren and his sardonic needs beyond moral adequate, as he gritted his teeth and enraptured himself deep within your dripping core.

"Mr. R-Ren, I'm going to c-cum," you bleated, as the warmth plateaued in your gut, and the inevitable euphoria of your climax teetered towards its edge.

"Do it," he glowered, sweat accumulating in the crevices of your snapping bodies. "Cum on my cock."

And you did. You clamored and clenched around him, shrilling out wanton moans, coating his cock in your juices as you spasmed and latched onto the desk. Your brain was scattered and discombobulated, as you raked in breaths by the lungful, limply rocking with his hefty thrusts.

Just as he was prepared to finish inside of you, there was a quaint, subdued knock at the door. His reaction was ravenous, compared to the heedful response you thought he would conjure. Instead of relenting, and scrambling to slip out of you and button up his pants— he paused, mid-stroke, before chuckling ominously— and fully slipping out of you, just to slam into you again.

You harbored your breath in your lungs apprehensively, stifling the croaky moan crawling its way up your throat, as he rolled his hips into you, fucking you with calculated precision, plucking your sensitive sweet spot.

Apparently, Mr. Ren would grant any student or bypassing professor the motives they needed to report him to the counsel, just to fill you with his seed. It was as if his demeanor was to captivate any lingering persons attention, to declare his ownership over his prized, delicate student to the entire bustling campus.

He craved everything about you, with an infatuation so sensual and scrutinizing, his barbaric soul was beginning to believe that his intoxicating, kaleidoscope of emotions for you could stray beyond excruciating lust. No. No, he loved claiming you as his possession, because you were young, naive, and brittle. Simple to break, even easier to piece back together.

"Stay quiet, little one..." He warned prudently, the slick fapping of his cock inserting and emerging from your quaking core quiet and sinful in your buzzing ears.

You sloppily pushed your hips back into him, just as another knock, that was louder and earnest, rattled the carcass of the doorframe. Mr. Ren pawed a sweaty gland of raven hair out of his dewy face, glimpsing the heavy corridor in his peripherals, as the silhouette of an antsy student bounced beyond the foggy, rectangular window.

"It feels so good..." You whispered drearily, soft, hitched gasps passing through your trembling lips, as you succumbed to his uncharitable thrusts.

"Mhm," he drawled, his head lulling back, as his breaths shallowed and his cock twitched deep inside of you, "Fuck, you're so tight."

He leisurely slipped in and out now, his jaw trembling as he stifled a pleasured grunt, and pumped his hot jets of cum deep into your core. Small, guttural sounds harboring in his chest, as he exhaled through flared nostrils.

Without a proper warning, he eased out of you brashly with a hefty sigh, and you whimpered at the emptiness, as cum drizzled from the tip of his cock and coated the floor.

Another boisterous knock. "Mr. Ren?"

He glared at the threshold, tucking himself away, and twining the buttons of his pants together with steady digits. Your body was convulsing, as cum leaked down your thighs, jerking your soiled panties back up.

Mr. Ren smoothed out your skirt, giving you a soft, nimble pat on the bum, his fingers ghosting your hip as he aids you in removing yourself from his desk.

He swiveled you around sensually, his hand briskly cupping your cheek, as the other brushed your hipbone. "You have to go," he whispered breathily, his lips latching onto yours in a swift, passionate kiss.

"Yeah," you rasped, raking your fingers through your unruly hair. He smirked at you benignly as he adjusted the collar of his button-up shirt, and you cracked a candied grin, reaching on your tiptoes to press another hasty kiss to his lips.

"Finish doing your research for me, okay?" He cocked an inculpating brow, his smirk lingering, as he tightened his tie.

"Yes, sir." You batted your eyelashes, winking at him coyly as he chuckled and scuffled with his wavy hair.

As you collected your bag from your seat, you hoisted it over your shoulder, preparing to shuffle out of the classroom, only for Mr. Ren to interject you.

"Make sure you wear a coat, it's freezing out there," his eyes darted up and down your frame attentively, maternally. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You smiled, your Doc's trudging over to the door, "Maybe. Expect me thirty minutes late though." You teased, circling the silver handle, glimpsing him from over your shoulder with a wry smirk.

He smirked bleakly himself, as he shuffled the scattered papers on his desk around, "I wouldn't expect anything less, from you, my dear." He mused, not lifting his gaze.

You peeled the door open, being greeted with the irritated face of a random student. You grinned at him amiably, waving at him with the wiggle of your fingers, hopping down the foyer with a limp in your left leg.

With one sock higher than the other, a loose, dangling bra strap, rouge lip gloss smeared all along your cheeks, and the creamy liquid glistening on your thighs— you skipped through campus, flashing your legs to strangers, blatantly showcasing your disfigurement.

If only they all knew that professor Ren was the instigator of this walking disaster.

**Authors note: I had to narrow the post down a bit to fit everything, so if the format appears a bit wonky, that’s why!**

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo imagine #ben solo x reader #kylo x reader #kylo trash #star wars fanfiction #star wars #adam driver fandom

[ri-ahhh]

shut up and drive

fucking in grayson’s porsche. that’s it.

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warnings: quickly, badly stress-induced written smut

“I think I might get a Tesla.”

Grayson’s deep voice breaks the comfortable silence in the Porsche other than the noises of the highway you’re speeding on and the quiet tunes of Post Malone floating through the speakers. You jerk your head to look at him rather than out the window, confusion written all over your features. This is the last thing you expect (or want) to hear from him as the two of you drive to your friends’ engagement dinner.

“What? Why?”

He shrugs, giving your hand a squeeze where your fingers are interlaced on your lap as his eyes stay glued to the road responsibly. “E’s been in my ear about it ever since he got his. It’s better for the environment and everything.”

You hear what he says, but distantly; the way he looks right now is so distracting, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. His short-sleeve button down is a tailored fit to his torso but is too tight on his biceps, and exposes the veins in the forearm that controls the steering wheel loosely. His hair is starting to flop again, with the little waves barely brushing the top of his dark sunglasses. His Louis pants stretch taut across his lap enticingly, leaving nothing to the imagination and allowing your mind a clear picture of what lies beneath them. He’s beautiful all the time, but nothing beats looking over and seeing all that against the soft brown interior of the Porsche.

You don’t want to tell him what to do with his money, though, and if he wants to get a Tesla then that’s his prerogative. You tear your gaze away from him and look out the windshield instead, hoping you don’t sound passive aggressive with your answer. “Hm. Yeah, I guess, if that’s what you want.”

He glances over at you next to him. “What, you don’t like the idea?”

Well, since he’s asking. “I mean, Tesla’s are great, but… I don’t know. The Porsche is you.” A small smile breaks across your lips as you look down at your clasped hands, and start to tickle your manicured nails over the brisk hairs and sensitive skin covering his forearm; he loves when you do that. “And I like watching you drive. The self-driving car thing becomes a little bit of a one-trick pony after a while.”

Grayson smirks at that, his teeth pearly white and tooth jewel gleaming in the evening sun. He glances over his shoulder to change lanes, and your point is proven when your thighs clench involuntarily. He feels it against the back of his palm, and his grin widens. “Am I a multiple-trick pony, then?”

“I don’t think that’s a thing, but sure,” you giggle, wiggling your fingers in the crook of his elbow before allowing yourself to squeeze his bicep gently. Your hand doesn’t even make it halfway around the muscle, especially when he flexes it for you. That, combined with how he simultaneously revs the engine so the car speeds forward in the fast lane, makes your head spin momentarily in a weird rush of arousal. You never thought you had that much of a thing for cars, but maybe it’s just this car with this man. Actually, that’s definitely what it is.

You watch him intently as you remove your hand from his arm and take his hand again instead, surprising him by slipping it under the skirt of your dress so his calloused fingers brush the petal-soft skin of the inside of your thigh. He mumbles your name warningly, even as his hand starts stroking up and down when you part your legs for him, and you grin mischievously. You’re not too far from the restaurant in Beverly Hills now, so he knows you’re only teasing the both of you at this point.

That doesn’t stop him from letting his middle finger slip under the lavender lace crotch of your panties, eliciting a surprised moan from Grayson and a needy one from you when he lights upon the considerable wetness at your slit.

“Fuck, baby, already?” he asks incredulously, gathering the slick on his fingertip and swiping it up to your clit. You moan again in response, eyes closing as your head thumps back on the headrest when he circles the nub a couple of times. “You like seeing me in my car that much?”

“Yeah,” you whisper with a nod and a grin, eyes fluttering open to watch him wantonly as he takes his finger out of your panties and sucks it clean. You miss his touch immediately, but he just smooths your skirt back down from where it has pooled around your hips as he takes the exit. The beginning bulge in his pants has your mouth watering, and you start to reach out to brush over it, but he snatches your hand midair before it can find purchase.

He holds your fingers and kisses your knuckles as you approach a stoplight. “No time,” he says, making a right turn with his free hand. “Why am I just now finding out that my car turns you on so much, though?”

You drag a hand through your hair as the Porsche approaches the line at the valet of the restaurant. Grayson releases your hand and puts the car smoothly in park, shifting in his seat so he can undo his seatbelt and look at you over the top of his sunglasses. You can see the lingering lust in his eyes, and he just looks so good in that driver’s seat that you can’t resist making him sit back so you can snap a few pictures of him. The candid nature of them makes you squirm as a fresh rush of arousal wets your ruined panties.

“Guess I didn’t know what I have until it might be gone.”

***

Dinner is one of the most delicious and miserable meals you’ve ever had. Your friend Sadie and her new fiancee Michael chose a beautiful restaurant in the heart of Beverly Hills to celebrate their engagement. The menu was simple and refined and offered plenty of vegan dishes for you and Gray to choose from. Grayson even joined you in a rare glass of white wine, spurred on by the warm summer night and the joyful atmosphere at the large table you’re all sat at on the outside patio.

The whole time, though, you think of the moments in the car. How soon you could find an excuse to leave and get back to the car. What you would do once you are back in the car. It’s all too much, and you down an extra glass of wine with ease, especially when Grayson sits back in his chair with is arm slung around your shoulders and a hand on your knee once you’re both done with your food. His lips press gently to the buttery skin of your bare shoulder chastely a couple of times, then linger affectionately at your temple when he drags you closer to him. You're buzzing, and you can’t resist tipping your head back to meet his lips quickly. The brief touch sparks that flame in you again, and it’s a good thing he’s completely sober, because your filter for the occasion and your surroundings is impaired to say the least.

He pulls back with a knowing smile. The nearly-set sun makes the restaurant glow under the twinkle lights that have switched on all around the patio, and it illuminates the green and gold in his eyes. You feel warm and happy and in love and turned the fuck on. The only thing you can do to until it’s time to go is lean into him as you distract yourself in conversation with the person next to you. Sadie is getting louder and louder at the middle of the big table as her martinis come and go, so you know you’ll be able to leave soon. It’s your biggest driving thought so you don’t break down and drag Grayson to the bathroom, Porsche be damned.

Finally, you send up a prayer of thanks when Michael stands and drags up a thoroughly drunk Sadie with him. You hug your friends goodbye quickly, then take Gray’s hand as the two of you make haste to the entrance of the restaurant, ensuring you're the first ones at the valet stand.

While you’re waiting, the lobby is loud and boisterous, giving you the perfect cover to lean against Grayson’s side with your arms wrapped around his waist. His own muscular arm secures you to him with it tucked around your shoulders, and your heels make you the perfect height to tilt your head and whisper straight into his ear.

“Let’s go to that lookout we like close by. I’m not ready to go home.”

Half an hour later, after a car ride full of teasing him over his pants and only just slipping your hand into his underwear when you turned the corner to find the lookout empty, the two of you are making out heavily in the backseat. Grayson sits in the middle of the bench seat and you’re straddling him, your dress pushed up around your waist and Grayson’s shirt untucked from his pants. His big hands grip your ass firmly, dragging you along the hard ridge of him through his gaping fly as you work to push his open shirt off his broad shoulders.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” you breathe out once he’s shirtless and you're sitting back in his lap to admire his sculpted torso. He just stares up at you, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath, taking in your wild hair and flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. You smile, trailing your hand down the center of his pecs. “You look just as good back here as you do up front, baby.”

Grayson grins back, and reaches up to tug at the thick tie holding together the neck of your halter dress, sighing when it drops open and exposes your tits for him. He cups them at once, pushing them together and squeezing as he nuzzles happily in the supple flesh. You giggle, which turns into a light moan when his full lips wrap around a perky nipple, and you clutch him to your chest by the back of his hair.

Your hips start rocking again, and he suckles harder before releasing you with a wet little pop. “Love your tits,” he growls, fingers playing with your wet nipple as his mouth encapsulates the other.

His mouth and fingers feel amazing, but he’s rock hard beneath you and your pussy is positively soaking. You need him to fuck you in this car before you combust from want rather than action.

You tug hard on his hair. “Gray, please. I need you now.”

He sits back, and you instantly take advantage of the space between you to fish his dick out of his boxer briefs, whimpering when your fist closes around his hot, hard flesh. You spit into your palm and start stroking him, then when that’s not enough you dip your hand into your panties and coat it in the seeping wetness coming from your center.

“Ok…fuck!” he gasps, groaning with his head thrown back when he sees you lubricating him in your small hand with your own juices. He lets himself indulge in the sensations you're bringing about before he reluctantly closes his fist around yours to stop you. He hooks his other hand around the back of your neck and drags you down for a wet, sloppy kiss. You both pull away after a few moments, gasping desperately for breath.

“Turn around, lean over the console.”

You don’t need telling twice, and your pussy throbs when you realize this is it. You shift off his lap to the seat next to him as he lifts his hips enough to push his pants and briefs down to his ankles before climbing back to the middle. Your feet touch the floor, and you plant one hand on the bottom of either seat in the front.

Grayson pushes your skirt all the way up and tugs your thong aside, holding it against the fleshy skin of your ass so he can dive in to lick a firm, thick stripe up the slit of your pussy all the way to your asshole. You cry out sharply, the softness of his tongue a far cry from the blunt head of his dick that you were expecting, but it’s welcomed for the moment nonetheless. He dips it into your hole, eating you up and swallowing you down as your pussy leaks into his mouth. You can hear the strings of your arousal clinging to his lips when he moves further down to suckle on your clit for a few seconds, before he’s pulling back and slapping your ass sharply.

“God, that tastes fucking good,” he grunts. You moan in reply, and he unzips the back of your dress before pushing and wiggling the fabric down your body until you can kick it off to the side once it’s pooled at your feet. He shifts a little awkwardly behind you until your eyes catch his in the rear view mirror, and you can see him position one knee onto the back seat while his other foot plants firmly beside one of yours. His hand swipes up the wet mess of your pussy and gives himself a couple of slow strokes. “Ready, baby?”

You nod frantically, eyes glued to his in the reflection of the mirror as he sinks the tip into you. You can already tell this will take no time at all on your end, your walls already fluttering madly as he pushes incrementally into you. The view of the brown leather and the gear shift and the fancy little dashboard and Grayson makes you heady, ready to have him give you the best dicking down of your life, in this Porsche.

Grayson groans loudly once he’s fully seated inside, and he pulls back at once to start thrusting. He builds it up, starting slow but quickly getting harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit repeatedly. His hand slides up your back and hooks over your shoulder for leverage, the other holding your underwear out of the way so tight you can vaguely hear the threads ripping rapidly.

Despite the state of arousal you're in, how good his dick feels pushing the copious amount of wetness out of you with every thrust, you need more. You need the sharpness of his hand spanking you, the dull ache of his finger deep in your ass, the light but suspenseful pressure of his hand around your throat…anything to get you over the edge.

“Fuck me harder, baby, harder please!” is all you manage to say. Your whines are high-pitched and desperate and loud, filling the car with the sounds of his grunts and whispered curses.

You couldn’t articulate what you want, but Grayson knows you like the back of his hand by now, and he knows what you really mean. He moans and you squeal at the sharp pain of the lace at your hip digging into your skin until it finally gives way to his strength. He tosses the ruined scrap of fabric to the side blindly and brings his palm to smack against your ass, enthralled at the bright pink handprint left on your skin, before grasping a handful of your hair in his fist. The pleasurable pain as he tugs hard enough to pull at your scalp and arch your back so the angle becomes that much better is exactly what you need, and he continues to pound you as he speaks.

“Dirty girl,” he murmurs into your ear, and the ease with which he speaks makes your eyes roll back almost as much as the sensation of his breath tickling your ear, or his dick pumping at that perfectly steady pace. How does he have you reduced to a fucking puddle of pleasure in the middle of his sexy car, while he talks like he’s barely breaking a sweat? “Wanting me to fuck you in my nice car. You like it, baby? Like how I fuck you in my fucking Porsche?”

You can’t answer him because your jaw just gapes open as your orgasm builds so suddenly, so intensely, that you can’t even make a sound when you finally cum hard on his dick. You're silent with the first couple of clenches around him, your legs shaking and collapsing and trapping his throbbing length inside of you, until you’re literally brought to your knees with shrill cries and moans of bliss.

“Oh my god, baby, fuck,” you groan out gutturally, your chest collapsing over the console as you gasp for air. Grayson moans and releases your hair, moving to grip your hips with both hands as he starts pumping into you again, using you for his own orgasm.

“Gray, cum for me, please!” you whimper, moaning as you listen to his gasps and grunts get louder and more desperate until finally he’s pulling out with a sharp groan and shooting up along your sweaty back.

You sigh happily and encourage him with heated whispers, and when you hear him let out that final, tired ‘fuck’, you smile and reach back to swipe your fingers through the mess on your spine. You suck the white liquid from your fingers lasciviously, and feel his own hand collect what you missed before offering it to you as well.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, plopping back in the middle seat and pulling you with him by the waist for a cuddle. “That was…awesome. Best car sex we’ve ever had.”

You grin tiredly and snuggle up to his side, planting a kiss to his sweaty chest. “Yeah. Don’t get a Tesla.”

#wrote this bc im still unemployed and have nothing better to do #idk its been a weird couple of days #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fic #dolan twins fanfic

[atths--twice]

Full of Surprises

Finding it hard to concentrate on work with thoughts of a naked Scully in his head, Mulder finds himself in quite a predicament.

Pencil tapping in the silence of the office, he shook his head as he stared at her. After last night, how could she sit there, mere feet from him, business as usual, calm, cool and collected?

That was so her. That was so Scully.

Reports needed to be finished, cases were waiting to be discussed, but how could he do that when the scent and taste of her sated skin was something otherworldly? An X-File he wanted to investigate every second.

He exhaled slowly and shook his head. She affected all of his senses, had always done so, but now… Now he knew the taste of her flesh, the scent of her essence, and the feel of her breaking around him. Watching her crest and crash as she called his name and God’s, was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. And the sight of her naked body as she rode him…

Stop, he demanded himself, shifting his hips, glad that the desk afforded him the luxury of hiding the growing bulge in his pants. He glanced up at her, amazed again at her professionalism.

God, he wanted her. Now.

“Mulder, can you sign this? I’ll take it up to Skinner once you do,” she said, breaking into his very X-rated thoughts, as she stood up and made his predicament a whole lot worse.

She was wearing a knee length skirt today and Christ if it did not hug her curves in all the right places. Her ass, which he had spent years staring at and had bitten lightly last night, earning him a smack as she turned over and laughingly wrapped her legs around him, was perfectly sculpted beneath the tight fabric.

Her blazer was hanging on the back of her chair and her shirt was a short sleeved dark blue button down tucked snugly into her skirt. The top button was undone and as she laid the paper on his desk, he was blessed to a glimpse down her shirt and he nearly groaned out loud.

A black lacy bra covered the pale orbs of flesh he knew were so amazingly soft, they could put the softest cashmere to shame.

Fuck, she was going to be the death of him.

“Mulder?”

“What?!”

She stood up straight, raising her eyebrows at him as she crossed her arms, his voice louder than he had intended.

“Sorry, I meant… I didn’t mean…” He shook his head, no idea what she had said or even why she was standing in front of his desk. His brain deciding instead, that it was the perfect time to recall the feel and taste of her nipple in his mouth.

“I need you to sign this paperwork so I can take it up to Skinner,” she said slowly, pushing the papers toward him. He swallowed, shifting in his seat again, his pants even tighter now.

“Is something wrong, Mulder ? Are you okay?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“Fine,” he answered quickly, signing the paper and handing it back to her, needing her to leave before he took her right there on the desk.

“Okay. Be back in a few minutes,” she said, turning with a nod, her eyes on the paper while his were on her perfect ass.

She walked out the door and closed it behind her. He groaned, dropping a hand to his lap and squeezing his erection, debating if he had time to take care of his problem before she returned.

Standing, knowing he was up against a ticking clock, he tried to make his way quickly to the bathroom down the hall, when the door suddenly opened. He stared, frozen in place, as Scully stepped inside, with a look of incredulity on her face.

“Seriously? You were really going to let me leave when we both knew you were in that state?” She gestured to his crotch and he throbbed, his need for her increasing. “Or were you planning to take care of it on your own? Would you rather I left and you can-”

She did not finish her sentence, as he crossed the room, and pushed her against the door, closing it with the force of their bodies. His mouth crashed down onto hers and she dropped the papers to the floor as she grabbed at his neck.

God, he loved kissing her. Loved the sounds she made and the taste of her mouth. Pulling back, he stared at her, her chest rising and falling, finding that another button had been undone and the black lace teasing him.

“You said not at work. I was respecting what you… we agreed upon, ” he panted out as she began to undo his buckle.

“I say a lot of things, Mulder,” she murmured, now undoing the button and zipper. “A lot of… crazy things. Would you like me to keep talking?”

“Fuck no.”

“Good answer.”

Her hand slid into his boxers and he groaned at the sensation of her small hand wrapping around his large length. She stroked him and he exhaled sharply. His hands landed on the door to hold himself steady as he pitched forward, trapping her between it, and his body.

“Is this what you wanted, Mulder? To get off like this or...?” She squeezed and his knees went weak as he grasped her wrist roughly, causing her to gasp and her breathing to increase.

“I thought you said no more talking?” he growled, pulling her hand from inside his pants and pushing into her as he placed her arm against the door above her head.

“I’ll stop talking if you can show me a better use for your mouth,” she panted, her breasts heaving.

“Jesus Christ, Scully,” he growled, releasing her hand and untucking her shirt from her skirt, pulling it open, the buttons flying across the office and pinging as they landed on the floor.

“God yes,” she moaned, as he dropped to his knees, his hands sliding under her skirt and pushing it up her thighs, not finding stockings, but matching black lace panties.

“I swear to Christ,” he groaned, his hands going around to grab her ass and bring her to his mouth. Her panties were already wet and God she smelled exquisite. He opened his mouth and exhaled his warm breath against her panties and she pulled at his hair.

Hard.

“Quit fucking around,” she said through gritted teeth. “That’s worse than the chit chat. Either do it or don’t… fuck, Mulder!” She yelped as he pulled from her grip and slid a finger under her panties and inside of her.

God, she was so wet. It made him harder than he thought possible, until she lifted a leg and laid it on his shoulder, pushing her hips closer to his mouth. Pulling her panties aside, he breathed her in and watched as his finger slid in and out, adding a second finger and then his tongue.

“Mmmmulder… fuck,” she cried out and he grinned, opening her further and sucking her clit, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her. Flicking her clit with his tongue, his fingers went faster, recognizing the signs of her imminent climax.

“Don’t stop, Mulder. I’m… Jesus, I’m going to come.” She gripped his hair harder than before as he curled his fingers and flicked his tongue faster. Her leg on his shoulder tensed, and he felt her come. “Ohhhh oh oh my god. Mulder, oh ohhhhhhhh.” She held him tightly, her fingers digging into his head, as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

As he felt her relax, he lapped at her release. God, she was delicious. Pulling back with a final lick, he moved her leg and removed his fingers from inside her body.

Grabbing the waistband of her panties, he pulled them down and off, but left her heels as they were. The image of taking her against the door with her heels on, as they pushed into him, nearly made him come.

He stood up and stared at her shirt pulled open, the buttons scattered around the office, and her skirt bunched around her waist. God, she had never looked sexier.

Pushing his pants down, he lifted her, and her legs wrapped around him. They stared at one another, both of them breathing hard.

And then those heels, the ones that had driven him wild for years, pushed hard into his ass, and he slid inside of her, causing them both to gasp and curse.

“Take me,” she whispered, clawing at him. One hand at his back, her fingernails pressing hard through his shirt and the other digging into his head.

He began to pound into her, the door rattling as her need to be taken was matched by his own desire to take and not be gentle. Not this time.

He held her ass and drove harder, causing her to moan and hold onto him tighter. He dropped his head to her chest and nipped at her flesh, her growl telling him that she liked it, and he did it again.

“Fuuuuck,” she breathed and he stilled, taking a second to catch his breath. Raising his head, he looked at her and she pulled his mouth down to hers, breathing into it, giving him the air he needed.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he began to go faster, far too gone to wait anymore. “Yes, Mulder, yes,” she moaned, her hand at his neck, nails digging deeply into his flesh.

Her heels pushed against his ass and that was all it took; he thrust into her deeply and he came, feeling her tightening around him, her body milking his further. She whimpered as he dropped his head to her chest again, her hands in his hair.

“Mmmm. My… Mulder. My God,” she breathed, her words coming out in heavy pants, and he hummed in response. “So that… that no sex at work agreement… what was I thinking?”

“You weren’t,” he stated, kissing her clavicle, her neck and then her lips, their tongues slowly tasting each other.

“God, that was… sexy as hell. Not even time to undress properly, and I’m still wearing my heels.”

“Mm-hmm,” he groaned and she smiled.

“Oh, I see…” she said, raising her eyebrows as she scratched at his scalp.

“I’d say we discovered a few things about each other today,” he said, raising his own eyebrows with a smirk on his face, remembering how she responded when he used a firmer hand.

“Indeed,” she replied, biting her lip, her eyes shining as understanding was shared between them.

He nodded and kissed her again before setting her down gently, her legs a bit wobbly on her heels. She placed a hand on his chest and tugged at his tie, pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him thoroughly.

He stepped back and pulled up his pants, as she pushed her skirt down. Attempting to close her shirt, she shook her head with a laugh and tucked it in her skirt.

“Worth it,” she said, grinning at him as she shrugged.

“I’ll buy you another shirt,” he promised.

“Only if you promise to treat it like this one,” she said, walking to her desk and picking up her blazer. Arranging her shirt, she put it on and buttoned it, the damage to the shirt nearly unnoticeable. She grinned and then looked down at the papers with a sigh.

“I got it,” he said, bending down to pick them up, arranging them in a neat stack, and putting them back in the folder. He saw her panties and picked them up as he stood up and presented them to her.

She looked down and took only the folder with a saucy grin. “I’ll take these to Skinner and be back soon,” she said, opening the door, walking out and closing it behind her, leaving him holding her panties, her perfect ass, bare and swaying in the breeze.

Not to mention other body parts.

“Christ on the cross,” he muttered as he placed her panties in his pocket. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, the realization beginning to sink in that they did indeed have sex in their office.

And now, she was heading upstairs to turn in their report to Skinner — sans panties. Was she not just full of surprises?

He grinned slowly, as he stepped over to his desk and sat down to await Scully’s return. It was time they had a discussion and reached a new agreement because that had been hot as hell. Up against their office door… how many times had he had that fantasy?

Licking his lips, the taste of her still lingering, he knew it would not be difficult to convince her to add some changes. He glanced down, imagining her naked ass on his desk as he knelt before her, worshipping her body. The sensory overload of that image made him breathe deeply as his head began to spin.

Best to plan ahead. Be prepared, he thought, looking at his cluttered desk. Picking up and securing all his breakable items, he made sure to create a decent sized work space, the images in his head fairly scandalous.

The door opened and he looked up. She stepped inside and closed the door, remaining against it, a knowing smile on her face as her eyes held his. He gestured to the desk and she raised her eyebrows.

“Let’s have a chat, shall we?” he asked, with a smile, assuming she would sit in the chair across from him, and they could discuss new details to their agreement.

She remained full of surprises however, and came around the desk, sitting on the spot he had just cleared. Her feet, in those fantasy creating heels, landed on either side of him and she grinned as he swallowed hard.

“Yes, Mulder, let’s have that chat.”

#xf fanfic #xfiles #msr #sex up against the office door #fantasies realized #time to make more #season 7

[leiascully]

Fic:  Room 13

1200 words; R for sexual situations; grimy motel sex in the throes of Season 5

The motel they were staying in was the kind where she closed her eyes when she turned on the bathroom light because she didn't want to know what was scuttling in the sudden brightness.  But they had a continental breakfast, so after a shower, she and Mulder dutifully schlepped to the lobby, where they drank coffee that smelled like paint thinner.  The least distasteful option was store brand yogurt, sickly with artificial sweetener.  Scully spooned it up slowly and ignored Mulder as he dissected a soggy Danish, eating only the cream cheese.  It was supremely unsatisfying: she knew she'd be hungry again before lunch.  She sipped at the watery bitterness of her coffee and felt it sour inside her.

He followed her back to her room.  Scully hadn't bothered to finish drying her hair before breakfast, knowing that the stale scent of the lobby would linger unless she burned it away.  Mulder sat on her bed, louche in his shirtsleeves, and talked at her as she searched for a hair dryer.  She hadn't packed her own this time, and the only one she found was tiny.  The outlet by the sink didn't work.  She unplugged the pathetic little television and plugged in the pathetic little hair dryer instead.  

Mulder, sprawled now over the corner of her bed, said something ridiculous she couldn't even remember later.  She turned to glare at him, but the steel of her gaze hit the flint of his and sparks flew.  He rolled up with predatory grace and crossed the few feet between them.  She grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down, kissing him hard.  

Her lips still tasted like fake strawberry.  He breathed coffee into her mouth.  Her hair was still damp around her collar. It was nothing like what she'd imagined.  After her cancer had gone into remission, she'd had a plan, or at least a notion, but he'd nixed it then.  The crackle of tension between them had woven itself into a web that sometimes comforted and sometimes choked her, but it had all gone up in flames in the heat of his gaze.  Now there was only heat, a suffocating wash of it that took her breath away.

She pulled him closer.  He pressed her against the cheap wobbly bureau and almost knocked both of them over.  Grunting, he pushed her against the fall instead.  She bit at him and hooked her fingers through his belt loops, hauling him against her hips.  The leather of his belt stuck to her fingers like sweaty skin.  He growled under his breath and turned her, pressing her cheek into the wall.  He shoved his hand down the front of her skirt.  Her waistband bit into her skin, but she pressed against his fingers all the same as they fumbled into her underwear.  He braced his bulk behind her, pinning her between his body and the wall.  His teeth and lips traced the back of her neck.  She gasped as he sucked at her skin.  

She frotted against his fingers, going up on her toes.  All his poise was gone and he rubbed roughly at her, his other hand squeezing her breast through the foam cup of her bra.  The friction was almost painful, until his fingertips finally reached the slickness of her and managed to spread it over her clit.  She keened into the beige wallpaper.  The noises they were making weren't words.  There weren't any promises or confessions of love.  There wasn't any romance.  It was all inarticulate need: both of them working to get her off, pressure and heat and urgency amalgamating into inelegant passion.  He panted against her neck and sucked at her skin.  His arm was locked around her.  She was trapped in his hold, but maybe she always had been, and this, finally, was the tawdry but inevitable culmination of their mutual entanglement.  

The faint pattern of the wallpaper was going to be printed across the arch of her cheek.   The heat of her breath was already working at the seam of it; the wallpaper curled, just a little, rolling back under the tip of her nose as he rocked her against his fingers. She was gasping, helpless, the tail of her shirt coming untucked.  It would be crumpled all day.  She wondered, dimly, what would happen after she came.  Would he push up her skirt and tug down her panties and fuck her up against the wall, her knee pulled over his hip?  Would she drop to her knees and take him into her mouth, a new bitterness washing away the aftertaste of bad coffee and worse yogurt?  Would she drag him into the shower, tearing all their clothes off on the way, and let the water sluice down over them as they sweated and grunted their way to climax in the grubby bathtub with its cheap fiberglass panels?  Or would he yank his hand out of her skirt and leave to minister to the erection rutting against the top of her ass?  

Pleasure seared through her brain, short circuiting her thoughts.  Mulder sucked hard at her neck.  Her hair wasn't long enough to hide the marks of his mouth.  She knew that already.  She'd have to buy a scarf or dab concealer over the bruises and risk it wearing off, risk the local officers looking at her like she was a victim, or a rival.  But she was tensing against him, arching against him, her body surrendering to him like her mind never would.  His long fingers slid between her folds, traced fast circles around her clit, crooked into her and pressed.  She yelped and swore and reached back to pull him even closer if she could, to flatten herself in the press of his body, and then, oh God, she was coming, her body spasming around his fingers as he pinched roughly at her nipple and her clit.  She cried out, just another transient getting her brains fucked out in a cheap motel, as if losing her mind to pleasure could make her forget the shabbiness of her surroundings and the stress and misery of the past few years.  

Her fumbling hands had hiked her skirt up her thighs before she even noticed.  Mulder yanked his hand out of her waistband and pushed his wet fingers up under her shirt, both hands on her tits now, her bra sitting uncomfortably askew.  Scully shimmied out of her panties and pushed her hips back, opening herself for him, and Mulder stopped squeezing her tits for long enough to unbuckle, unbutton, unzip, and thrust himself into her.  She cried out, the sensation of fullness delicious and desperate at the same time, and her fingers found her clit as he pounded into her.  She had to brace her other forearm against the wall to keep from knocking her forehead over and over.  Mulder rolled his nipples between his fingers and gritted out something that might have been her name.  She spread her legs and let herself be fucked, let him fill her up and come inside her, let the two of them make her see stars until her body sagged and Mulder had to haul her up against his chest again, his dick slipping out of her as dampness drooled down the inside of her thighs.  

She closed her eyes and let herself rest in that moment of aching, sour release, his arms firm but quivering around her, her body sore but her mind finally empty.

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[mikeisthricedeceased]

Liquor and Lawman - Two

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x OC

Word Count: ~2.4k

One

Warnings: Smut 18+, masturbation, bondage, Daddy kink, D/s, overstimulation, orgasm denial

A/N: This Whiskey is a SWITCH. I was already planning to include a lot of the stuff from this, but these asks that @zeldasayer got a while ago made me turn it into A Thing.

Summary: It’s Holli’s turn to take charge.

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“I thought you wanted to pick someone up tonight, Peaches,” said Jack, a brow raised as Holli pulled him into the bedroom.

She flashed a sharp grin. “Oh, I do. I just want to play with you for a little while before I share you for the night, Daddy.” Reaching out for him, she took hold of his jacket and drew him close, plucking the hat off his head with one hand so she could pull him down into a kiss with the other.

His hands skimmed down her sides before shifting down to her ass, squeezing firmly and pressing his hips to hers as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Her nails grazed across his scalp, earning a low groan and a shallow thrust from him.

She steered him across the room until he was backed into a wall, his hat dropped on the bench at the foot of their bed so she could use both hands. She tugged at his jacket. “Off,” she commanded.

She stepped back far enough for him to shrug out of it, hands and mouth back on him before it even hit the floor. He moved to grab her ass again but she caught his wrists and held them, nipping at his lower lip. Leaning back, she smiled at him, thumbs rubbing circles onto the insides of his wrists.

“Hands up, Daddy,” she said, biting her lip lightly.

Jack looked up. She’d backed him right under the little set of rings attached to their wall. A thrill ran up his spine as he gazed back down at her. “Goddamn, Peaches, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, shaking his head, eyes hungry.

She released his hands and he held them in front of him while she went to her nightstand. He grinned when she came back with a length of soft red rope. 

“If you want to use the lasso, all you have to do is ask,” he told her as she began tying his wrists together.

Holli scoffed, shooting him a little smirk. “I want to restrain your hands, not cut them off.”

“You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing like that, darlin’. I’d show you how it works.”

“Are you saying you don’t like my pretty red rope, Daddy?” she asked, pouting her lip even as she continued wrapping his wrists. “It’s nice and soft and it digs in,” she tightened the rope as she met his eyes, “just enough to feel it.”

His breathing picked up a bit. “Oh, I do love the red, baby. There ain’t a doubt about that.”

“Then put your hands up, Daddy,” she said, eyes blazing as she patted his cheek.

A wide grin broke out on his face. “Yes, ma’am.” 

She stepped back to pull the bench over from its place before climbing up onto it to slip the rope through one of the rings over his head, neatly tying his hands up. When she was done, she gave the rope a sharp tug to make sure it was secure and stepped down with a satisfied smirk.

Taking hold of Jack’s chin, she pressed a slow kiss to his lips and hummed as he tried to lean further into it. She tilted his face up slightly so she could kiss along his jaw, one hand running down his chest and pulling at the fabric of his white t-shirt until it was untucked. Her fingers danced along the skin exposed just above the waistband of his jeans. 

Featherlight kisses on his jaw became delicate nips down his neck. She slipped her hand up under his shirt, tracing up his side as she pressed close to him, breasts against his chest, hips tilting more flush to his.

He was breathless, muscles going taut and loose with each drag of her fingers along his bare skin, mind fogging when she let go of his chin and cupped the side of his neck instead, thumb tracing his adam’s apple.

“You’re so sexy like this, Daddy,” she murmured against his throat. She licked a hot stripe up his neck and he groaned, hips bucking forward. Nails grazed across from his side to his stomach, earning a low hiss from him, and she pressed his lower half closer to the wall. “So naughty.”

“Please, Peaches,” he rasped. He just wanted her to touch him where it counted, or even just slide his jeans down so he wasn’t straining against unforgiving denim. Denim that was doing little to hide how hard he was.

The hand under his shirt lowered, fingers dragging lightly through the hair that trailed down to his waistband. “What do you need, Daddy?” she asked softly, shifting her grip on his neck so she could give it the barest squeeze.

He let his eyes close at the suggestion of pressure, a moan rising from deep in his chest. “I need,” he licked his lips as she hooked the tip of a finger into the waistband of his jeans, “I need your hands on me, baby. I’m so fuckin’ hard, Peaches. Drivin’ me crazy.”

He felt the smile on her lips as she kissed back up to his jaw, that one finger still moving back and forth, just barely hooked into his jeans. “I didn’t know you were going crazy.” She brushed her lips over his. “You should’ve said something sooner,” she told him. The hand around his throat slid down his body until her palm was flat and warm on his thigh, rubbing up and down just to the side of where he wanted her. “You want me to touch this thick cock, Daddy?”

“Yes,” he ground out. “Fuckin’ please, Peaches. Daddy needs it.”

“Oh, Daddy.” She caught his mouth more fully, tongue running over his lower lip as she groaned, both of her hands sliding up under his shirt and ghosting over his warm skin. 

He sighed into her mouth, her touch sending a shiver from his scalp all the way down his spine. When she dug her nails into the sensitive skin over his ribs, he let out a loud moan that she cut short with a tilt of her head as she let her tongue brush his.

She drew back slowly to look at him, grey eyes dark. Her fingers traced their way back down, coming to a stop on his thighs as she smiled up at him and whispered a soft “No.”

“Baby,” he pleaded as she moved away, her hands leaving him. He blinked at her in a desperate haze, knees close to buckling at the loss.

Her fingers danced up her thighs and under her skirt while she kept that easy little smile aimed at him. Then, he watched her drag her underwear down her legs. The lacy panties dropped to the floor before she sat down on that bench she’d pulled up close and placed his hat on her head.

It was a bit too big for her, so she tipped it back to keep it from falling into her eyes as she spread her legs and hiked her skirt up. She made sure he could see her pussy as she slipped two fingers along her slick folds. 

Biting her lip, she looked up at him, hot satisfaction spreading through her when she found his gaze trained between her thighs.

“Peaches,” he grunted, tugging half-heartedly at his restraints.

She spread wider for him, tracing her entrance. “You make me so wet, Daddy,” she said breathily. A soft moan escaped her as she pressed a finger in. One finger was so easy when she was that consumed by arousal. “Fuck, Daddy, it’s so good.” She curled her finger, gently thrusting a few times before she eased in a second. Her hips rocked with each drag along her walls.

Jack was slack-jawed and panting as he watched her slowly fuck her own fingers. 

She pressed a thumb to her clit lightly, her moans rising an octave, eyes falling shut for a moment as she lost herself working careful circles over the little bundle of nerves. When her eyes opened again, they burned into him. She slid right to the edge of the bench until her knees were barely touching his legs.

“Do you want to see me cum, Daddy?” she asked, tracing tighter circles, fingers thrusting faster. “Would that drive you even crazier, if I came for you like this?” Arousal tightened low in her stomach.

His cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his jeans and his whole body was straining toward her. “Please, baby,” he whined, voice rising with need.

“Please what, Daddy? Tell me what you want,” she demanded, scorching him with a look.

His hands curled into fists over his head, face twisted in frustration. “Please cum for me, Peaches,” he begged, voice ragged. “Please, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy cum all over your fingers. Fuck, you look so fucking good, baby.”

Letting out a breathless laugh, she pressed harder on her clit. “You’re always saying the sweetest things, Daddy,” she panted with a smile. She tipped her head back, the hat almost tumbling off as she closed her eyes. Her muscles pulled taut and she rubbed her clit faster, right on the edge of release.

The sound of Jack’s strangled moan tipped her over and she came apart around her fingers, cursing low and gasping his name.

She came down slowly, chest heaving as she withdrew her fingers.

Jack was breathing just as heavily, his head dropped forward with his chin on his chest, the bulge at his crotch straining.

Holli sat forward and placed a hand on his thigh to bring his attention back to her.

His eyes were glassy with arousal, lips parted and cheeks flushed. His hooded lids lowered even further as he watched her suck her fingers clean. Her other hand rubbed and squeezed his thigh, coaxing a low groan from him, along with a few lazy thrusts.

“Do you want me to make you cum now, Daddy?” she murmured up to him, shifting so that his legs were between hers as she ran her hands up and down both of his tense thighs. 

He nodded vigorously, trembling. “Yes, Peaches. Yes, baby, please. Fucking need you so bad,” he whined.

She gave him a sly grin. “Oh, Daddy, you know I love it when you beg for me.” 

Her fingers trailed close to the outline of his rigid cock and he sucked in a breath. Despite how much he clearly wanted her to, she didn’t actually touch it. She had other plans.

Scooting the bench a little further forward, she leaned in and kissed his belt buckle, nails digging into his thighs until he whined. “You’re gonna cum just like this, Daddy,” she told him as she took his hat off her head and set it aside. “I’m gonna tease you and play with you until you can’t take it anymore.”

Jack whimpered softly.

She pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and pressed a kiss to the trail of hair just above his waistband, her eyes finding his as she looked up. “I don’t think you have much longer before you ruin these jeans, Daddy. Are you gonna show me how you can cum without having that big cock touched at all?” Another soft kiss to that same spot, hands still squeezing all along his trembling thighs. “I know you must be aching, your cock so hard in these deliciously tight jeans.”

“Holli,” he begged, voice cracking.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked sweetly. “I bet you’re so close it hurts now, aren’t you? Still want me to touch you so bad.” She squeezed so close to his dick that she could feel it twitch. “You just look so fucking sexy like this, Daddy, and I can’t bring myself to take your clothes off. Such a big thick cock, so hard it’s fucking throbbing, and there’s nothing to grind against, nowhere to use it.” She nipped at the softness of his lower stomach, watching the tendons in his neck pull taut. “You can’t do anything except strain against these jeans until you cum all over yourself.” Her little pink tongue dipped out, swiping over his skin before she ran hot, opened mouthed kisses all up his happy trail to his navel, one glance at his face telling her that he was right at the edge. “Cum for me, Daddy,” she growled, biting into the soft skin of his stomach and digging her nails into his thighs.

His head fell back as he came hard, pulsing hot in his jeans and letting out a high wail that quickly dissolved into a gritted out series of curses alongside her name.

Smoothing her hands up and down the backs of his thighs as he came down, she brushed featherlight kisses right over the spot where she’d bitten him. “Did so well for me,” she cooed. “So good, Daddy.”

Still catching his breath, eyes closed and head back against the wall, he shifted his stance to reduce some of his growing discomfort.

She stood up, hands coming to rest on his chest as she nuzzled her face against his neck. “What do we say, Daddy?” she asked softly, lips pressed to his skin.

He turned his head, leaning it against the top of hers and kissing her hair. “Thank you, Peaches,” he murmured.

Rising up on her toes, she gave a hum of approval and quickly pecked his cheek. Then, she stepped up onto the bench and untied the knot that kept him connected to the wall, coming back down as she unwound the rope from around his wrists until he was free.

He sagged against the wall, shoulders aching while she gently rubbed his hands and wrists, working her way up his arms. Once he opened his eyes, he just stared at her until she was done, smiling when her hands moved up from his shoulders to hold his face. 

She smiled back, gazing up into those warm brown eyes before she drew him into a sweet kiss and melted against him, running her fingers through his hair. 

They both sighed and he rested his hands on her hips, tracing little circles with his thumbs. It was a while before Holli leaned back on her heels slightly, still only an inch or two from him, and let her palms slide down.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, patting his chest affectionately. “I want to check into the hotel before we head to Protocol.”

He shifted up a bit to kiss her forehead. “Yes, ma’am.”

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To My Bed 18+  PT 2 || JJK

Plot: Jungkook needs a break, a respite from his actual world. He needs relief and only has time to find it one way.

Rating: R 18+ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC

Warnings: Strong language, BDSM, KINKS ok?

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Word Count: 1,786

AN: I don’t know what possessed me to write this and apparently there’s gonna be a part two. I guess the youngest finally got to me. I kept listening to To My Bed by Chris Brown

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One was not supposed to have sex with the clients. 

But what happened when the Mistress needed the same type of therapy that her client? Your thoughts were racing just has hard as your blood through your veins at that revelation. Watching him stroke himself in perfect compliance, his breaths getting harder and harder. You could even see the veins in his neck start to pop out from holding back as if he had been just singing the perfect song for you. 

Using one hand, you pushed him back and knocked him off balance to where he was flat on his back. He gasped, startled by the sudden action but the corners of his mouth perked up when you mounted him. The clothing rubbed up against him in the most amazing way and you couldn’t resist grinding onto his muscled body. His hands started to reach up for your skirt but the crop came crashing down on them. 

“I don’t think I gave you permission, yet.”

Your skirt bunched up with the position you were in and it was, quite frankly, too restrictive as of that moment so you reached down to unzip it. Suddenly there was a noise from Jungkook, a pitiful start from him when you attempted to do it. An eyebrow of yours rose at the noise and the yearning grew. 

“Oh? Did you want to help me take this off? I guess you’ve been such a good boy.”

Climbing off of him, you allowed him to take off the blindfold to see what he was dealing with. His eyes adjusted to the light, still keeping the wide eyed look that he had since starting that little adventure. You turned around and used the crop to point where the zipper was. His hands pressed a little further in than what was needed but he got the zipper for you, hands lingering on your hips before pulling them back. His hands were much warmer than what you were expecting, seeping through the fabric. 

Grabbing one hand, you had turned to grasp the retreating hand and guided him across your ass, over your stomach. He sucked in a breath at being allowed to touch you and decided to get closer to you. You could feel more heat as he adjusted to stand on his knees, on the bed while you were standing. His member pressed against your back as he closed the space between you two and his other hand wrapped itself around you. His breath was on your neck as he kept himself from seeking friction, the unzipped skirt still hanging onto your hips. 

“I saw how well you used your hands, now let’s see them on me.” 

Dropping the crop to the side, you held up your arms. Getting the idea, he slowly untucked the shirt you had on from its spot and over your head. The shirt fell to the ground as he fingered the straps of your upper wear, unsure of what all he could do. So you grabbed his hands again, placing one on the clothed nub that was slowly getting hard from being exposed. The other hand was stuck inside the skirt, fingers resting inside the underwear. He pulled you to him, finally feeling that friction he was seeking and bucking his hips slowly against your ass as he slipped a finger inside. 

His other hand was kneading your breast, playing with the nipple that was trapped. Your own hands snaked their way up his forearms, enjoying the taut grip that he had you in. But, it wasn’t quite enough. 

“Are you afraid, Jeon Jungkook? C’mon---touch me!” You dared him and almost immediately, he jerked you flush against him as he started to finally use his strength. He slipped another finger inside of you, pumping and curling his fingers just like he had imagined. The other hand gripped your breast inside of the upper wear, relishing the soft skin that he had come into contact with. His hips rubbed harder against you and finally making the skirt fall off, exposing your ass and stockings to him. 

“No… please, leave them on..” You were about to kick off your heels and unstrap the hose when his voice panted in your ear. His hand in your cunt started to slip in and out at a faster rate, making you gasp in response. You needed something to hold onto so finally, you had him release you and you turned to face him. His fingers dripped with some of your juices, his fingers were good in the moment but they had ignited something more. 

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a wax candle and lighter. His eyes questioned what you were doing but instead, you motioned for him to suck on the digits. Lighting up the candle, you watched as he suckled lightly on them--tasting the fruits of his efforts. His eyes were blown wide as he watched you settle back before him, pushing on his chest again to make him fall back. This time, when you climbed on top of him, you didn’t have the restrictions of the skirt or shirt. Just the flex of his muscles beneath you. The candle burned slowly, leaving a warm light on your skin as it made a stark contrast to the soft blue lights of the room. 

His eyes flickered to the candle and back to you as you held up a finger to your lips. Grinding down on him again, the most delicious moan escaped his lips as the contact kept him going. Even the heels you still had on were scraping against his legs as you sat there, waiting for the candle to finally soften enough. He had been holding back for so long, now it was the time to see if he would snap and break out of confinements that he’d been placed in due to the nature of his work. 

Rubbing his broad chest, your fingers danced along the dips of his pectorals and you spied an area where the fun would begin. Jungkook’s hands didn’t know what to do at that moment but when you dipped your hand, pouring the wax out and onto his chest--they flew from their positions and gripped your hips nicely. He cried out and bucked his hips as he tried to find a spot to alleviate his frustrations. Some of the wax dripped near his left nipple, drying there in a dark drip. That color looked so good on him, the black. 

Whimpering, he desperately tried not to move around but was failing miserably with you on top of him. So eventually, after several more pours, you gave into him as you slid a condom onto his member. His hands helped you to move some of the stockings around so that way he could have an entrance, slowly sliding into you. 

He was a lot bigger than you’d imagined, than you gave him credit for. Or was it that it had simply been a while? A soft exhale came out when he was about half-way in, nearly dropping the candle but you held onto it with a firm hand. Once he was fully inside of you, there was a moment where you had to stop and think about this life decision. Setting the candle down in a safe spot and blowing it out, you’d finally had enough of playing around with him. And by the look on his face, the desperate look he had? He was ready to blow, in more ways than one. 

Your hips started to move, placing your hands on his chest and feeling where the dried was was. His hands never left your hips as you started to rock against him, the heels of your shoe scraping against his skin again. Compared to him, you were tiny in his embrace but that didn’t stop you from rolling your hips around on his dick. You even pushed yourself up a bit to bounce off of him, causing him to groan and gasp. Soon the pace picked up, riding and milking him for everything that he had. The soft slap of skin, the gasps of breath between the both of you--they were soon the only sounds to be heard as he keened with excitement. 

He eventually started to pull you harder onto him, every thrust he made was accompanied by a grip and pull. He was going harder than most had done before him and it was making you breathless. He had a lot of stamina and it was doing numbers on you, so much that you eventually sunk down and started to nibble at his chest. 

“Please, let me… I want to please you.” He breathed out during that moment of pause. You nodded and immediately he flipped you over, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. Readjusting himself, he slid inside of you again--the lewd sound of your fluid and skin slapping had made a return. Spreading you a bit wider, Jungkook used his hips to thrust harder and harder into you. His pants came out in short bursts, almost in sync with each movement he gave. You had to hold onto his arms to keep yourself from being moved away, the force of his hips were starting to have your head near the headboard. 

His mouth attached itself to your chest, sucking so gently while he destroyed your lower half. That continued for a few moments before he adjusted again, throwing the other leg up on his shoulder. He lifted your hips up and pounded into that right spot, a shuddering breath that you tried to take when he did so. It didn’t take long for it to fall over the edge, at that angle. Grasping at him, a cry came out as you saw stars in your vision--the force of the orgasm hitting you like a train. 

His cries, whimpers and gasps were so soft until he finally came himself. A few moments later, after feeling your walls clench around him, he gave a growl and shuddered himself as his lost his rhythm in the pleasure. His hips stuttered, making your sensitive cunt squeeze around him again as you grasped at each other. Sweat and heavy breathing, the feel of the stockings on his skin--Jungkook hadn’t come that hard in a while and neither had you. You looked into his eyes and saw that the man had the eyes of an animal, one that was getting ready for round two. You had achieved what you came there to do but at what cost?

You’d figure all that out in the morning but what you wanted him to do was rip the hose off your legs and eat you out. 

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[calteahood]

Killer Queen {Luke Hemmings}

Rating: M — Please be 18+ to read!

Warnings: SMUT! Includes daddy kink, spitting, spanking, light slapping (very light), & degrading terms.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: Hi! So, this is my first one shot for 5SOS. Starting with a bang. Here's some filth featuring our good man Luke, completely inspired by the photo above. Started writing this as soon as they posted it, and now this is finally being posted! Please please please share and give feedback! I look forward to hearing what you think! Thank you, enjoy! xx

It was no secret how sexually active you and Luke were. The number of times the boys had walked in on a backstage blowjob was astounding, and you were positive the tour crew members were tired of hearing you through hotel walls every single night. But hey, you couldn't help it. With your life back at home keeping you there it's not like you could visit your rock star of a boyfriend often. It's not like he was physically there all the time to give you all the orgasms you craved.

Plus, as you two furthered your relationship in general, your relationship in the bedroom only seemed to get more.. interesting. What started with missionary position and only doing it tangled in your bed sheets or laying on his couch turned into a whirlwind of kinks. From a position such as doggy style to openly calling him daddy, despite who could hear you in action, you wanted it all. And Luke was more than happy to give it to you whenever, and wherever, you pleased.

Being on the road with the boys didn't just mean great parties and amazing shows. It wasn't only seeing incredible views with your incredible boyfriend. Their band photographer has his camera rolling constantly, capturing moments 24/7. When the American leg of the tour came around, the tour you could actually come to visit for a few days, there was a poster for every show. Sometimes it was cool artwork, but other times the boys posed for the poster.

You were lucky enough to be on set during one specific shoot that drove you wild. With the new album came a new aesthetic, one where the guys happened to feel free to express themselves, even if it seemed a bit feminine at times. You loved it. The photoshoot set was simple, just a white background with a king's throne. The stylist did amazing with the boys, especially Luke, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. A burnt orange flowy button-up covered his torso, tucked into his white pants, and of course he had to wear his sparkly golden boots. Of course. He sat down in the throne, claiming his spot as frontman. It would only fuel his ego more, but he was confident and glowing, and you didn't mind a bit.

All throughout the photoshoot you couldn't help the pool between your legs. Luke really did look like a king, and you were living for his cocky demeanor as he sat on the throne.

Once the shoot was done the set crew began to put things away and the boys went to change out of their outfits into something casual until the concert later. Before following Luke you watched as two men set the throne into a storage room. You wouldn't be surprised if people could literally see the light bulb that popped up above your head, a mischievous grin forming on your lips.

Before Luke reached the dressing room you reached out for his hand. "Hey love, what'd ya think of the shoot?"

You smiled. "I'm sure Andy got some great shots. You guys looked good."

Luke chuckled, of course he looked good. He's worked so hard on being happy and healthy, he's proud to admit that he thinks he's hot shit after years of not knowing who he was. Really, you were thankful. You'd rather have a confident Luke with a hint of cocky instead of a boyfriend who felt lost and ugly in his own skin. "Thanks babe. And what'd you think about me?"

"Best looking one up there."

Kiss ass.

He smiled. "Thank you. I'm gonna head to the dressing room, get changed and chill out for a bit. Are you coming with me or gonna stay out here and wait?"

Now was your chance. You knew the tour team the band has wouldn't care if you two went off for a few (or more) minutes as long as you didn't take all day. Plus it was better than fucking on the bus where everyone could hear. All you had to worry about was Luke. You had to hope he would be down for your evil scheme. "Actually," you began, "I was wondering if you wanted to have a little fun with me?"

This made Luke's brows raise with curiosity, but he caught on to your naughty grin. He knew you were up to no good, and he loved it. "Depends. What kind of fun, little girl?"

Little girl… oh fuck. It felt almost pathetic. He had you in the palm of his hand with a simple pet name. You had to regain at least a bit of dominance, so you stood tall and confident. "Let me show you." He allowed you to lead him into the storage room, which was luckily unlocked, where the throne was placed. Other props for different photo shoots surrounded it, but the chair sat in the center of the room, basically asking to be used. You were definitely going to show him what kind of fun you had in mind. You carefully closed the door, making sure to lock it. Nodding your head to the center of the room, you quietly said, "Sit back on the throne, baby."

His smirk matched yours, proud to know that his girl had something so raunchy up her sleeve.

As he sat on the throne, untucking his shirt and setting his arms on the beautifully detailed armrests, you stood before him. The damn smirk could not leave your face. Without saying anything, you gently grabbed ahold of your lace panties through the fabric of your thin dress, tugging them down your thighs until they were visible and falling down your legs. Without taking your short heels off, you stepped out of the underwear, kicking them off to the side, before moving forward.

You straddled Luke's thighs, your legs slipping through the open arms of the throne so your feet could touch the ground. Thankfully you chose to wear a dress with a more flowy skirt, so it easily rode up, allowing your soaked core to rub against him. You rub your hands up and down his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt. "You looked so good during the photoshoot, daddy.. still do," you mumble. He whispered a quiet thank you, then you spoke up again. "But you'd look so much better on this throne without anything on."

Before he could stop you, your hands gripped the front of his shirt, the part that should be buttoned up, but the boy loved showing off his chest. Without hesitation you pulled your hands apart, yanking open the shirt while little buttons went flying. His grin immediately turned into a frown, and with a low gasp he reached one hand up to roughly grab your jaw.

"Little girl, what is wrong with you? Ripping my shirt like that? I'll have to pay the stylist for that! Are you asking to be punished?" Luke growled, slightly shaking your head with his grip on your jaw.

You moved your hips, grinding against him. "Mmm.. maybe I am, daddy." Despite how mad he seemed at your little stunt you still let out a small giggle and gave him an innocent smile.

"Oh baby, you're in for it. Bet that's just what you want, though." The hand that wasn't holding you moved down to his belt, quickly unbuckling it before moving to undo his pants. He expertly pushed his pants down a bit, pulling his boxers along so his hard cock could spring out. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of freeing his cock from the tight confinements he had on. With the hand that was on your jaw he moved his thumb up to your bottom lip, pushing it against your mouth. "Suck," he demanded, "'m too pissed with you to hear you say anything else."

You happily obliged, allowing his thumb to slip between your soft lips. You moaned around it, swirling your tongue as if you were on your knees sucking him off. Suddenly he pulled his hand away, lifted your dress with his other, and placed his wet thumb roughly on your clit. "Fuck," you breathed out. Your hands slipped down, one wrapping around his cock while the other lightly caressed his balls.

His fingers slid down to your slit, his thumb never stopping its rapid motions, before pushing two fingers into you. The sudden feeling surprised you, but you would be lying if you said you didn't want him to go even harder on you. With both of your hands occupied on each other's bodies you whined. "Daddy, please, more."

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he pushed in a third. His rings felt cool against the heat between your legs. The hand that held your dress up moved to your cheek, gently caressing it before giving you a couple light taps on the cheek. "You want to be punished so bad, wanna be fucked on this throne like a little slut," his fingers began to move in and out of you faster, bringing you closer to an edge that you so desperately needed, "I'll give you what you want, but don't be pouty when I make your pussy sore from how much you'll be cumming."

"I promise I'll be good daddy, just punish me!" You begged him, and he fell right into it.

Luke moved his hand out from under you, leaving you gasping, wanting something to fill you up. He grabbed onto the end of your dress, yanked it up to pull it off of you and throw it somewhere in the room. He reached behind you to undo the clasp of your bra, which quickly followed the dress. He took this time to caress up and down your sides, squeezing your tits a couple times before moving his hands down to your ass, gripping tightly. You leaned forward, spitting down onto his cock as lube so you could continue jerking him off. He groaned and pulled you closer to him, attaching your lips in a fierce kiss, clashing teeth and biting lips. With him pulling you closer it allowed the lower half of your body to rub against him. You moved your hands to wrap your arms around his neck, placing your pussy against his cock to grind down. Luke moved his hands from the soft flesh of your ass to your hips, grabbing at you roughly.

With both hands squeezing your hips he settled you right above his cock, his tip grazing against your slit, teasing you. It was as if he read your mind, because before you could beg him to put it in he was pushing you down, allowing your pussy to take him until your ass was pressed against his thighs. You both let out a moan, yours a bit more shaky due to how good his big cock felt in you. His arms slipped around you, holding you so you fell into his chest. Your head rested right under his chin as he bucked his hips up once, twice, him hitting it deep in you.

You began to bounce, the soft echo of your ass slapping against his pant-covered thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned into his chest. "Fuuuuck.. oh my— fuck, daddy," you mumbled out.

He reached a hand up to yank on your hair, pulling your head back so that he could look down, directly looking at you. His blue eyes were clouded over with lust as his lips pulled into a devilish smirk. "Open your mouth, princess."

You did as you were told, poking your tongue out. Your hips never faltered, continuing to ride him. He leaned his head down slightly, his grip on your hair getting stronger. When he was no more than two inches away from you he spat into your mouth.

"Close those lips, slut. Swallow like a good girl and maybe then I'll let you swallow my cum too." He yanked your hair once more as he gave you your order. His hands slipped to your hips against, forcing you down on him harder than before. One moved to graze your ass before slapping it. "Count, slut." He slapped your ass again.

"That's two, daddy," you whimpered out. He continued his assault, loving hearing you whine for him. The words, how shaky you sounded. "Three, f-four… five!"

You felt his fingers move to your pussy, thumbs slipping in between your moving bodies to grasp onto your lower lips, spreading them apart and allowing him more access to you. You couldn't help but moan out, only wanting to feel him deeper and deeper.

He chuckled. "Desperate for me in your tight cunt, huh?"

You nodded vigorously. "Yes daddy! More, please more!" You begged and begged, forehead resting against his. You felt him readjust the way he was sitting, making sure his feet were planted firmly on the ground before quickly thrusting up into you, hitting your spot perfectly. "Oh my— fuck! Daddy!"

"Cum on my cock, little girl. Hurry so I can cum down that pretty throat of yours, or else I will take you across my knee and spank you till you can't sit," he threatened. While the ladder sounded amazing, knowing how much you both loved spanking, you wanted him to fuck your face a bit. Really punish you, because you knew damn well that you deserved it after acting like a brat and ripping his shirt. Or maybe you just wanted to be treated like his little slut. Both options sounded spot on.

You bounced faster as his thrusts grew stronger, meeting your center each time snapped his hips up. "Yes daddy, fuck I'm gonna cum. Fuck fuck fuck!" Like that, you feel yourself release, cumming all over his cock. You slowed down your movements, breathing heavy. You couldn't help it, you just had one of the best orgasms of your life. Each time with Luke was amazing, but when he was bossy and dominated you, treating you like a little whore… You knew you shouldn't admit to it, but it turned you on more than you could ever imagine. You loved being daddy's little slut.

He suddenly pulled you off of his lap, staying in his seat but pushing you down onto your knees, grabbing your hair with one hand to push your head towards him. "Open your mouth, little one," he ordered. Of course, you complied. You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, allowing him to shove your head down onto his cock. Instead of thrusting up into your mouth, he used his grip on your hair to move your head up and down, controlling how much of him you took. He gave you a few seconds to catch your breath and suck on the tip, before you heard him give an animal-like growl and shove as much of him down your throat as he could. He did this twice more before groaning and cumming into your mouth. Once he was done you pulled off of him, swallowing then opening your mouth to show that you took every last drop.

Sighing, he leaned back into the throne as one of his hands caressed your cheek, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to gently suck on. "Little girl, you make me feel like a damn king sometimes, you know that?"

You giggled, moving back up onto his lap. "I'm happy to, daddy. As long as I'm your queen."

With that, he gave a playful slap to your ass. "Of course you are baby, daddy's little queen." He brought you in for a kiss, much sweeter than before, sealing the promise that though he's the one on the throne, he'd do anything for his girl; his queen.

That's for damn sure.

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Eternally Human (Chapter 2)

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        My arms burned from being pulled back at the uncomfortable angle that Reiji had set. The air felt cooler against my skin that normal. That tea he’d made had heightened my senses. Great. I’d never had this before. Reiji threatened time after time but had never followed through. It had to have been the lack of sleep and irritation of Yui being here that pushed him over the edge.

              Reiji opened the top drawer of his dressed and pulled out his favorite whip, the bullwhip. I’d only had the displeasure of being at the receiving end of it a handful of times. He saved it for special occasions. Apparently, this qualified. He kept it curled in his hand as he strode back over to me.

              “Tell me why I’m taking time out of my busy schedule to do this,” He said, setting the whip on the top of the chair. He unbuttoned the blazar and laid it carefully over the arm of the chair. Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, he watched me, expectant of an answer.

              I am so fucked. “I didn’t uphold my responsibilities to prepare the prospective brides bedroom as it was expected of me,” I answered.

              Finally, he uncoiled the whip, holding it by the handle. The tip sliding across the floor with each step he took closer to me. The smirk on his face told me that I’d done one thing right. With a nod, Reiji replied, “I’ll accept that answer. How many lashes do you think you deserve?”

              Was that a trick question? “However many you deem appropriate?” It came out more as a question than a statement. He’d caught me off guard with it.

              The whip cracked, striking my thigh unexpectedly. I bit my tongue hard. “That was an avoidance of my question. I’ll decide for you then.”

              In the back of my mind, I knew whatever I’d chosen would have never been sufficient for him, but now I wished that I’d said something. Having no idea how many times he’d whip me, I tried to brace myself for the second strike. My thighs stung again as the whip cut into my skin this time. It was harder, making me cry out.

              “Quiet,” Reiji demanded, raising the whip again and flicking it around the back of my thighs, just under my butt.

              I raised up onto my tiptoes, the rope reminding me that I had nowhere to go. The books shifted behind me. With no time to recover, four quick, precise lashes hit my stomach. I clenched my teeth, water filling my eyes as I rocked back onto my heels.

              Reiji was toying with me now. His face remained unfazed by my pain but I knew he was enjoying it. Each time, he placed the whip in a new spot, causing more red marks and welts to appear. His harsh strength causing some to bleed.

              I twisted my arms, staying conscious of the books that threatened to fall off the shelf behind me. No escape to this pain in sight. I’d give up trying to keep quiet. Each lash hurt worse than the last. I cracked my eyes open when he stopped.

              “Three more. Not a sound or we’ll be here till you can’t stand. Where do you want them?” Reiji asked.

              I panted as I tried to process what he’d just said. My mind was foggy. Nowhere. I’d had enough. My legs were shaking so bad, I worried that soon my arms would be the only thing holding me up. But I had to answer. “Stomach,” I half whispered, my mouth dry.

              “Look at me and count.” Reiji lifted the whip, making sure that I was watching. The whip came down at an unreal speed.

              But I bit my tongue. “One.”

              Again, he took his time. He looked me over, either giving me time to rest or wanting the anticipation to raise my fear. The latter being what I felt.

              “Two.”

              The last came in quick recession. “Three.” I’d bit my tongue so hard that I had brought blood. I didn’t even have time to take a breath before Reiji had dropped the whip and had me up against the bookcase, his lips on mine.

              The slack on my arms gave little comfort to soothe the pain on my body. Each groan or twitch of pain only proved the Reiji enjoyed this. He continued to press his hips against mine while running his hands over the welts, making me groan into his lips.

              Over my time here, I’d learned that Reiji didn’t care for sex like Laito or any of the brothers, really. He rarely even spoke to me unless he had a job for me or wanted blood. But he wanted it now.

              “Your skin bruises so lovely,” Reiji commented, biting my shoulder. He ran his hand over the fabric between my legs. “For punishment, you seem to be enjoying this. I shouldn’t allow you to have it.”

              Reiji untucked his white shirt before letting his pants drop and ripping my underwear off. He didn’t warn me before he pushed into me, not taking his time. This was so unlike him… like he wanted to forget reason.

              My eyes rolled back none the less when he lifted my legs to get a better angle. His fangs sunk into my neck again, causing me to moan. “Oh, god.”

              “This once I’ll allow you to enjoy this too.” Reiji said, biting me for a third time. He drank my blood and kept his fast pace. He still felt the welts on my thighs, soaking up my pain. Shu had told me that Reiji could be considered a masochist but I’d never believed it until the first time he whipped me.

              As usual, he didn’t speak to me again or slow until he was finished. When he set my legs down to untie me, I had to lean against the bookcase to stay standing. Reiji was gone, leaving me to change. At least one thing remained the same: Sex with a vampire was never dull, but it did leave me feeling used. Especially since I know that’s all it is.

              Sorting myself out, I slowly got dressed. Every movement shot pain through my body. School would be dreadful. I’d like to skip but Reiji would never allow it. My skirt tightly pressed against the welts on my hips and stomach. With shaking hands, I tried to button my top again and again but failed every time.

              Reiji appeared in front of me, pushing my hands aside to do it himself. “You have made us unacceptably late for our departure for school this evening,” he said, straightening my bow.

              Like this was my fault. He was the one who decided to screw me for half an hour. Instead, I said, “I’m ready.”

              Reiji opened the door for me after I struggled to get my backpack on. The two of was walked soundlessly through the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door to where the limo waited. I ducked inside, opting to sit between Shu and Kanato… far away from Reiji.

              There was no comfortable way to sit down. Any adjustment made it worse. Yui stared at my legs where my skirt had come up. Horror crossed her features. I jerked the material down, embarrassed but angry. “Mind your own business.”

              “Should we ask her, Teddy?” Kanato said from beside me.  He reached down to touch one of the welts. “Does it hurt really bad? Teddy wants to know.”

              “Kanato, leave her be,” Reiji said without looking up from his book.

              Kanato’s eyes met mine and he gave me a disappointed look. I forced myself to smile and said, “Later, okay?” Thankfully, he dropped the subject. I went back to trying to uncover a way to sit comfortably. It wasn’t until Shu put his hand on my knee that I realized my fidgeting was bother him.

              Not wanting to make him mad, I stilled, biting my tongue to keep my mind off it. Ayato spoke up. “A penny for your thoughts, Pancake. What’s on your mind? Do you dare defy yours truly or will you finally learn to submit, like Kaori? Huh, Pancake?”

              Yui looked utterly annoyed at Ayato’s nickname. “I’d appreciate it if you’d stop calling me pancake. I have a name and it’s Yui Komori. So, don’t call me pancake.”

              “Shut your mouth. Your opinion is irrelevant to me so I’ll call you whatever I like. So, deal, Pancake.” Ayato started to lean down to bite Yui but Reiji closed his book in protest.

              “Ayato, how many times must I tell you, you will restrict such activities to your private room,” Reiji chastised.

              Yui’s eyes fell on me. “Kaori… I…”

              I rolled my eyes and cut her off with a scoff. “Don’t pretend like we’re friends,” I muttered and attempted to cross my legs. God that drink Reiji gave me still had my nerves racing.

              The look of hurt crossed her face. Not that I cared. Like Reiji went on to say, she was their prey. Getting involved with her would be stupid. I would end up hurt. Besides, she’s HIS daughter. I couldn’t forgive that, even if they weren’t blood.

              At the school, I had to wait around for Reiji to explain to Yui that she shouldn’t do anything stupid. My legs hurt from standing, but I really wasn’t looking forward to sitting in class either. Reiji instructed me to watcher after her. I wanted to roll my eyes but I didn’t.

              “Could we stop by a restroom on the way?” Yui asked, carrying her satchel with both hands.

              “Sure, I guess,” I answered and led her down to the nearest bathroom. The thought to leave her here crossed my mind but when I’d locked myself in a stall, the welts on my body shoved it away. No way did I want another whipping from Reiji and he’d have no problem giving me another one.

              “Um, Kaori? Are you alright?” Yui knocked on the stall door. I’d lost track of time.

              I straightened myself out before jerking the stall door open. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Fixing my hair in the mirror, I could see her staring at the floor as she contemplated how to speak.

              “It’s just… the marks…on your thighs…”

              “They’re from a bull whip. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up and do what you’re told,” I said. That might seem like advice but really I didn’t want to get in any more trouble tonight. If I seemed helpful, maybe I’d be off Reiji’s radar for a while.

              With that, I walked out of the bathroom. Yui followed still asking questions. Annoyed, I gave short, vague answers. I wasn’t her walking vampire encyclopedia. No one helped me learn to survive with them. Why should I help her?

              I left her standing at the entrance of her classroom to go to my own. Barely making it on time, I slid into my seat at the back of the class. This was my free period. All I had to do was show up for attendance and announcements before I could go to the music room to see Shu.

              The teacher came in late and I continued to get more fidgety in my seat. So much so, that I began to draw unwanted attention. It wasn’t a secret that Shu and I were practically dating at this school. I couldn’t imagine what this behavior looked like. In the moment, it didn’t outweigh the pain that I felt.

              Finally, the teacher dismissed us and I almost ran to the music room. The lights were off so I closed the door, clicking the lock. I’d navigated this room in the dark so many times that I knew the layout by heart. The lamp above the cozy section flickered on. There were two chairs across from each other and a large couch that Shu was currently stretched out on with his eyes closed.

              “I’d appreciate it if you’d feel a little sorry for me,” I said, straddling his hips so that I could fall into the space between him and the couch cushions.

              Shu caught my wrists. “Why should I?” His blue eyes met my mint green ones.

              “Because I’m hurt.”

              Shu let go. “Let me see.”

              I shrugged my jacket off and unbuttoned my top, tossing it to the floor. The cold air felt good on the heated parts of my skin. The flash of anger that crossed his face when he looked over the damage Reiji had done was worse than I thought it would be. Bruises had started to come up in shades of blue, yellow, and purple.

              “Dammit, Reiji,” Shu muttered and flipped us over. He pulled my skirt off and growled. This side of Shu rarely showed… his possessive side. When it came to the sacrificial brides, he couldn’t be bothered. But me?

              “Shu, it’s alright—” I ran my hand through his hair.

              “No. I allow them to have you but this? You belong to me and this is unacceptable.”

              The thought crossed my mind that Reiji did this to get at Shu. It was usually hard for people to tell what emotions Shu had but I knew he was livid. He bit down into the skin right below my ear. Moving on, he bit my neck and then my shoulder… marking me. Shu growled as he thought about where to bite me next. “You are mine.”

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New Flame (Pt.1) - Xiumin

This is part one (1) to a short series. the other two parts will be the same type of plot but with Sehun and Lay (it wont be exactly the same so don’t worry). The request says for fluff but I kinda went light on that. Hope you enjoy!

***This story includes cheating so if you’re sensitive to that stuff then be cautious while reading

Warnings: Smut,car sex (don’t do this in real life kids),mild language, cheating,angst (?)

Requested By Anon: Hello, can I request Xiumin, Sehun and Lay smut and fluff scenario? He saw his ex after a few years (he is the one who break up because of his schedule or another reason) and stumbles upon her in a wedding shop, she is going to marry. They can't help letting the amorous feelings of those times resurface...Thanks 💕

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It was a beautiful fall morning. You had your cup of pumpkin spice coffee and you were going to pick out your wedding dress today. It couldn’t possibly be a bad day.

You went to the wedding shop with your best friend, Isa. You walk in and are greeted by the inviting smell of fresh laundry and rain. The look of the building was fresh and clean with white dresses covering the walls and racks.

While you and Isa start sifting through the racks a woman comes up to help you find a dress.

“Here come to the front desk and we can fill out a form for the type of dress you’re looking for. Right now the main dress consultant is with another client but as soon as he’s done he will be right with you.”

You take the form that’s on a clipboard and go sit in a chair by the door. You guess these chairs are mainly for the fiancés who really don’t care about  the dress their bride wears. You start by filling out the usual stuff like your name, address, and phone number. You continue filling out what you want with a dress. Long, sleek, sparkly, possible flowers.

Isa continues to interrupt you by shoving dresses into your space. Half of the time she showed you huge poofy things that looked like they were from the 80s. She showed you a few dresses that were somewhat to your taste but not exactly what you were looking for.

You hand the clipboard back to the woman. She is dressed in what looked like a pan suit but had a skirt. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a slick bun. Her makeup neatly done with dark colours for fall; she looked like she was well put together.

She smiles politely,”okay I’ll give this to him once he’s finished. Would you like me to show you some dresses while you wait?”

You really had no clue what you were doing, so you just said yes. Isa is still off fulfilling her fantasies while the woman looks at your chart.

You are looking through a specific cart filled with slim fit dresses when a woman, who you saw earlier looking through dresses, comes out of the

changing room. She has on a strapless sparkly dress. You see a man, who you assume is her fiancé,go up to her and say something. You don’t pay much attention to the couple; mostly because you have your own needs you need to attend to.

The woman goes back into the dressing room and the man starts to walk around. You see him as he turns the corner by your rack. He has black skinny jeans on, a red jacket with it’s hood up, and a mask. Anyone could see that he was an attractive man. In other words, the girl was lucky to have such a hot guy and a guy that even came to help pick her dress.

“Y/n?”

You tun your head towards the man and furrow your brows in confusion.”how do you know my name?”

“Y/n! It is you! What are you doing here?”

After he says that statement he removes his mask. The only thing you can do is stare at him like a deer in headlights.

It’s your ex. In a wedding shop. The same day that you are.

“ I’m getting married in a few months,” you blatantly say.

“Wow really! Time sure does fly. I remember when we first got together...”

He continues talking to you for quite some time.

You learn that he is indeed not there because he is getting married. He is there helping his sister pick out a dress.

The two of you got together after exo was on a variety show that you worked for. You dated for a few years, but he ended up dumping you because of his schedule with his growing popularity.

“So what have you been up to these days?” You ask as you take a huge bite from your sandwich.

“Nothing different from the usual. Variety shows, tours, comebacks, the olympics,” he quickly said the last one.

“What was the last one”

“Oh nothing just a performance.”

You knew what he said, but you were jealous of the success of the boys.

“Hey, you wanna come to my place and we can catch up a bit better?”

You agree and move from the outdoor patio space you were eating lunch at, to his car in the parking lot.

You get into the car and buckle your seatbelt. The all black interior looks exactly the same as when you last rode in it.

Traffic was light but the stuffiness in the car was making the ride feel like an eternity.

“Y/n... I have an idea,” he says as he places his hand on your upper thigh.” Are you up for it?”

You get the message right away and contemplate it for a while. You have a fiancé but then again... why not?

“Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself as you start to unbutton your black shorts. Untucking your white sleeveless shirt and pulling it up slightly to give him better access.

He starts to rub the skin just above your underwear. You remove your black shorts completely.Minseok has one hand on the wheel and the other slowly inching it’s way down to your panties.

He slides his fingers into your underwear and starts to slowly press over your nub. Not even batting an eye towards you as he continues. His gaze keeps straight on the road.

You slouch down into the chair to grant him better and easier access to your centre. You have your feet in the air while his hand starts cupping your entire heat.

His middle finger slides over your folds and eventually pushes in, making you whine. As his fingers work on your heat, and in your moaning state, you look over to see him gripping the wheel to the point his where his knuckles are starting to turn white. Then you look down and see him sporting a pretty big boner. Perfect.

You grab his wrist with one hand and with the other you start to rub his member through his pants. He shifts in his seat slightly and looks over at your state but returns his eyes to the road quickly after.

“ I- ngh... I see you’ve missed me,” you say through laboured breaths.

After those few words his entire aura changes. He slaps your hand away from his bulge and pushes his fingers into you even further.

He curls his fingers to hit your spot and you buck your hips into his hand. You scoot down further into the seat to give him better access as he violently pulls his fingers in and out. Before you know it he is hitting your spot directly on and thumbing at your clit.

That’s when it hits you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. The added pleasure making you moan and whine out as he continues to move his fingers inside of you.

Before you know it you are in the driveway of the dorm. The both of you rush inside and as soon as the door is closed he starts kissing you hard. This kiss wasn’t one of those sweet and passionate lip kisses. This kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue to try and dominate one another.

He pulls you to the floor along with him and takes his shirt off. At the same time you pull all of your clothes off. He starts sucking on your neck and collarbones as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down only enough to get his cock out.

He stills as though he remembered something. He climbs to his feet and runs over to the kitchen a few feet away. He open one of the metal drawers and pulls out a sheet of condoms.

“So is this normal? Like do guys just keep condoms in their kitchen drawers,” you ask as you put your knees up to your chest and roll onto your side to look at him.

“Better safe than sorry,” he states bluntly. He rips one condom off the sheet and throws the others back into the drawer before closing it.

He walks back to you and rolls you over to your back. He takes ahold of your knees and spreads your legs to see your slick entrance.

He pulls himself out of the slat in his underwear as his mouth searches for your nipple. At the same time he rips open the small foil package and rolls the blue rubber over his length.

“Ah.. xiumin... please,” You whimper our as you start to already claw at his shoulders.

He briefly lifts his head up and says,” C-call me by my real name.”

“Mhm.”

Is all you can make out as he pounds into you. His head goes back to find the soft flesh of breast and starts sucking on your nub. Rolling in in between his teeth, licking it with his tongue, and biting softly at the skin.

He starts to slowly move in and out of your heat. He gradually picks up speed and sets your leg over his shoulder for leverage.

He starts to slightly arch his back in order to get deeper and more even thrusts. “ ahh fuck y/n.”

His lips move towards your neck to mark red spots that will later turn purple.

You pull his closer to you so your leg is pushed against your stomach now and his head was in the crook of your neck.

Thrusting into you at a fast and hard causes you to scream out his name repeatedly.

“Ngh.. sc-scream my name,” you start to chant his name over and over again. Making him thrust harder in you with each sound of his name crossing your lips.

You notice that the moans and groans coming from him were a telltale sign he was close.

You intertwine your band with the soft locks of hair on the back of his head. You pull slightly as you lick up the shell of his ear.

“Do- do that again,” he whispers through a mangled moan.

You pull slightly on his hair again and immediately his hips still, spilling his seed into the condom.

The both of you lay there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath. Your back is sore from the hard material of the floor and you can’t even imagine what his knees feel like.

He promptly staggers to his feet and tries the condom away in the bin next to the fridge in the kitchen. You on the other hand crawl your way to the grey couch. You lean against the armrest completely fucked out. He picks up yours and his clothes and throws them onto the coffee table.

You scoff at him,” what the hell is the point in doing that.”

As he sits down and wraps a hand around your waist he says matter-of-factly,” I’m cleaning.”

His next move takes you by surprise. He takes a blanket and wraps it around both of your chests. Then he wraps his other hand around you in an embrace that lasts a soils 10 minutes. Within those 10 minutes you just talk about life after the break up. One thing he said made your heart ache. It made your heart feel like it was the heaviest boulder on earth.

“At first I just wanted you to fuck me, and then I got greedy. I wanted you to love me. And I gave that up. I was an idiot and let you go”

After he says that, you have no clue what to do. So you don’t do anything. You sit there in silence until you phone’s ring harshly cuts through the still air.

You pick up you’re phone and put it on speaker without even thinking.

“Hey baby. Where are you and your friends right now? I just got off work. I’ll come pick you up.”

It was your fiancé. Fuck.

Before you can even react minseok pulls the phone from your grip sits up and speaks into the microphone.

“First of all, I’m not one of her girlfriends, I’m her ex boyfriend. And second of all she’s at my house and I just got done giving her the best pounding of her life.”

Your fiancé starts to say something but is abruptly cut off by minseok ending the call and turning off your phone.

You swat your phone away from his hand and start yelling,” what the fuck has he ever done to you!? Now how am I going to explain to my family that I’m probably not going to get married!?”

“You really wanna know what he took from me.” He says as he gets back into his position with his arms wrapped around you.

You look at him puzzled.

And he responds with...

“You.”

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//My Hero//

Word Count: 3377

Group: NCT 127

Member: Jaehyun

Warnings: none

“C’mon, (Y/N), why won’t you come tonight? For me?” Your best friend pestered you during your last class of the day. It was the Friday before a long weekend and you just couldn’t wait to unwind in the comfort of your home. Nothing appealed to you more in that moment than the idea of putting on your coziest pajamas, watching the cheesiest k-drama, and eating some spicy ramen. But that’s not what Yoona thought. She gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster as she continued to question you. “You never go out! And it’s my birthday this weekend. If you go you won’t even have to get me a gift…”  

“Why is it so important that I go? You go to parties without me all the time!” You rolled your eyes at her as you shoved a book into your bag.

“Because you’re my best friend! And it’s my birthday weekend! And you love me!” She glanced around and then leaned closer to you. “Annnnnddddd because Jaehyun will be there?”  

You blushed a little and pretended to contemplate. “I guess if I have to humor the birthday girl.” You grinned as she squealed in delight, causing half the classroom to turn towards you. She came to your house straight after school, giddy to plan your party outfit. “What about that red dress you have?” She called out from the pits of your closet. “You mean the one that ends an inch below my crotch? No thank you.” You snorted. “Why can’t I just wear something comfy?” She popped her head out and quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t want me to answer that question.” You heard her rummage through a few more racks and drawers and then a distinct “aha!” She emerged a moment later brandishing a skirt you hadn’t worn in months. “This, with a white top and the right accessories, is what you’re gonna stun the room with. This is what Jaehyun makes go head over heels" she winked at you. After a few hours of just goofing around, it was finally time for the ‘amazing’ party. Before leaving the house you checked yourself out in the mirror one last time. If not for Yoona you never would have even thought of putting this outfit together. The skirt was a tad short but showed off your legs wonderfully. The white tank top was low cut but not overtly so, and the necklaces glinted against your skin. You liked how you looked, not something you say often. Yoona dragged you out of your house and shoved you into her car, bubbling with excitement. After a few minutes, the two of you pulled up to a grossly large house. You couldn’t hear the music so much as feel the vibrations in your bones. Laughter filled the air and you could feel your stomach twisting. There was too many people here, you couldn’t last a night surrounded by the noise. Almost as if she read your mind, your best friend reached over and grabbed your hand. “Trust me, we’re gonna have fun! And if not, we can leave whenever you want to. I’m just glad you decided to give this a go in the first place.” And with that you threw yourself into the party world. As soon as you opened the door, the stench of beer and Soju overtook you. People crowded together everywhere, you grew a little claustrophobic. You weren’t too excited on drinking, but if you hoped to make it through the night alive you were gonna require alcohol. Lots of it. Yoona searched for the girl throwing the party, stopping sometimes to say hi to random people you didn’t recognize. You hadn’t realized how popular she was but in hindsight you could see why. She drew in people like a magnet.   “(Y/N)?” You heard someone call from behind you. It was Taeyong, your neighbor and best friend since age 3.  

“Taeyong oppa!” You yelled as a huge smile broke out on your face.  

“I can easily say, you were the last person I expected to see here.” He chuckled as he wrapped you in a huge hug. “What are you doing here? You never go to parties, much less the one’s thrown by Hyerin. Her’s usually end with the cops getting called anyway.” Your eyes grew wide at his last comment but you vowed to stick it out for as long as possible, for Yoona. “It’s Yoona’s birthday tomorrow and she begged me to come.” You explained over the thumping music. He grinned down at you.

“You never come when I beg you.” He fake pouted, causing you to laugh.  

“Maybe because it’s creepy when you beg.“ You laughed along with him.

“Fine well this creep is gonna leave you to it. See ya.” He kissed your cheek and then was absorbed into the crowd. You turned around, searching for Yoona. Someone caught your attention from the corner of your eye but as soon as you saw them, they melded back into the background.  

“(Y/N)! Can you grab us some beer?” You spun around and saw Yoona. She was on the dance floor by herself, captivating her audience. You assumed by us she meant you and her, which you were happy to oblige.

The kitchen was practically deserted as everyone was in the halls or out in the backyard. Spotting the cooler full of beers, you rushed forward eagerly. You grabbed two, one for you and one for Yoona. Eager to have the flow of alcohol subdue the noise that encompassed you, you popped open one bottle and chugged half the contents with a slight grimace. “Someone’s thirsty, huh?” A voice called out from behind you. Someone too close for comfort. You turned and were met with Johnny, the gross grease bomb that kept flirting with you despite your (constant) rejections. You quickly stepped backwards in an attempt to escape from his proximity. Instead, you were met with the wall and no escape.   “Look you punk, I’ve told you before. I’m not interested. Can’t you just leave me alone?” You tried to ignore the panic that was starting to bubble up in you. Of course you’ve heard stories about girls at parties, you just never thought that you would be one of them.

A menacing smile grew on his face as he staggered towards you and put his arms on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the wall. Your breathing quickened and you searched for a way out. ”You know, if you gave me a chance, I think I’d be able to change your mind.” His boozy breath flowed over your face as he started to lean in. Your eyes grew wide in fear and you tried to slip past him. Despite his drunken stupor, Johnny grabbed your wrist forcefully. “Nuh uh darling, not tonight.” You couldn’t do anything except screw your eyes shut and pray he’d loosen his grip on you.   Suddenly, his presence was yanked away from you. A sigh of relief whooshed out as you sagged against the wall. In front of you, Johnny was sprawled on the floor with a body kneeling over him, grasping Johnny’s shirt collar with so much force you thought it was about to rip. “Don’t you ever go near her again you scumbag, you hear me?” And with that, the figure slammed him on the floor. The voice was masculine, definitely someone you knew, but you couldn’t pinpoint who it was. As the person went to stand up, Johnny couldn’t help but make a fleeting comment. “One of these days, I’ll wreck you babydoll.” He stared right at you as he said it. The person lost it, throwing punch after punch at Johhny. You gasped at the sheer force and anger that they demonstrated. It was so intense you feared he would kill Johnny.   “Stop! Stop it!” You yelled and ran towards the man, yanking his arm in a feeble attempt to stop the attack. When you touched him, he turned to look at you, and you were finally able to identify your savior.

Jaehyun. You widened your eyes slightly in surprise. “You’re gonna kill him. He’s drunk and stupid and a perv, but he’s not worth going to jail for.” You tried to reason with Jaehyun, keeping your voice level as you held his gaze. With one last scowl at Dick, Jaehyun rose and stormed out of the room quickly. Throwing your own disgusted look at the writhing and bloody idiot on the floor, you rushed out after your Jaehyun into the backyard. People streamed past you to see the damage done to Johnny, leaving the yard practically deserted save a few couples. “Hey! Wait up!” You called out as you jogged towards (C/N)’s retreating figure. He visibly tensed as you caught up to him. “What…. what was….. that…” You panted out, tired from the brief exercise you were subject to.

“Nothing.” He replied gruffly.

“It sure as hell didn’t look like nothing!” You grabbed his arm as he tried to leave. “Look, at least let me grab you an ice pack for your hands or a beer or something. You kinda saved me back there.” He seemed to contemplate it for a moment before nodding yes and following you to a pair of chairs separated from the rest. You ran to the outdoor cooler and grabbed a beer. Since there were obviously no ice packs, you untucked your tank top from the skirt and threw a few icecubes in the pouch you made, creating a temporary ice pack.

Jaehyun avoided your gaze when you returned, accepting the beer silently as he stared at the dewy grass. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to get him to talk much, you gently took his hand. His eyes flickered to where you two connected but still refused to look at your face.   His knuckles were bloodied and bruised, evidence of the intense anger that lied beneath his calm exterior. You gingerly placed the makeshift ice pack on his hand, his fingertips grazing your stomach slightly. He yanked his hand away quickly. “What are you…” he trailed off, finally meeting your gaze.   You spoke softly. “What happened back there?” You reached for his hand again. He hesitantly let you resume icing his hand. His fingers rested on your stomach but neither one of you made a move to pull away. “I…. I don’t know. I saw what he was doing, what he was gonna do, and I just- I lost it.” His hand curled into a fist beneath your shirt as the anger flared up again.

You let your shirt drop, the ice tumbling from your shirt onto the grass. You rose from your chair and stood in front of him. He looked up at you, his eyes betraying the sea of emotion that stormed inside. You threw your arms around his neck and collapsed, ending up sitting on his lap. For the first time that night, the weight of what could have happened sank in and you started crying. “Thank you. Thank you.” You whispered into his chest as his hands immediately circled your waist. You couldn’t help but feel perfectly safe in his embrace, as if you were meant to be held by him. You leaned back and searched his face. He tenderly wiped the tears off of your cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted as someone called out from behind you two. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you?” It was Taeyong. He visibly sagged with relief when his eyes landed on you and he ran to where you sat. “What happened in there? Johnny keeps mumbling about you… about what he was doing before his ass was kicked. Are you okay?” He picked you up from where you sat on Jaehyun as if he didn’t even see him. And he probably didn’t, you were so close to him that he was essentially your older brother.  

“Yes, Taeyong oppa, I’m fine. I promise. Jaehyun saved me….” You gestured to the chair behind you only to find it empty. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you searched the yard to find his towering figure. You glimpsed him exit through the gate and walk towards the street. Ignoring Taeyong calling out for you, you bolted after Jaehyun for the second time that night.

The gate slammed behind you as you swiveled your head from side to side, searching for the only person you wanted to see in that moment. A few kids loitered on the front lawn but none of them were the person you needed. Squinting your eyes, you finally spotted Jaehyun’s brooding figure a block down and on the other side of the street. You called out for him but he either didn’t hear you or he ignored you. Sighing, you took off again. Damn Yoona for making you wear a skirt tonight. Your legs were starting to chafe. When you were finally a few feet behind him, you called out his name once more. He didn’t acknowledge your presence at all. He just continued his brisk walk down the street. You jogged past him and stopped so he couldn’t move past you. Seeing that you weren’t gonna budge, Jaehyun finally halted. His eyes no longer were the pools of emotion from moments earlier, now they were clouded over. Unreadable. “You need to stop doing that.” You said, crossing your arms.  

He shrugged. “Doing what?”

“I’ve ran more tonight than I have in the past 3 years of my life combined.”  

“What do you want, (Y/N).” He said it as though he were exasperated, not as if he actually wanted to know what was happening.

You dropped your arms and stepped towards him. He eyed you suspiciously, like you could attack him at any given moment. You spoke softly as you searched his eyes. “I want to know why you keep running from me. Why you saved me in the first place. I want to understand what happened tonight, I want to understand you.”   He laughed without humor. “Why? You seem to understand Taeyong pretty well already.”   You stepped even closer to him, reached up to touch his arm. “Is that why you left?” His eyes flicked to you for a split second. He didn’t answer you but he didn’t have to. It was written all over his face. Your hand dropped to your side. “Taeyong’s not the one that saved me tonight. Taeyong isn’t who I chased down twice tonight. Taeyong…” you drew a breathe in.”He’s not the one I want.”

At this Jaehyun’s head snapped towards you. You averted his gaze, much like he did to you earlier tonight. This time, Jaehyun was the one to take a step towards you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he lifted your face towards his. For a few seconds nothing happened. Your eyes were locked, both of you searching for answers. He needed to know if you were being honest, if you meant what you said. You looked for a sign that he felt the same way you felt. Those few seconds seemed to span for eternity. Finally, as abrupt as Jaehyun is, he kissed you. His lips crashed onto yours so suddenly it took you a moment to realize that Jaehyun was kissing you! Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands rested delicately on your waist. You couldn’t help the smile that broke out in the midst of your make out session. Feeling your mouth curl up, Jaehyun broke the kiss suddenly.   “Did you just grin while I was trying to seduce you?” He smiled down at you, his hands still sitting on your waist. You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled out of you.  

“Did you just say you were trying to seduce me?” He nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Does that mean it’s not working?” He fake pouted at you, drawing your attention to his swollen lips once more.

“Maybe you should try it again, just to double check.” He wasted no time reattaching his lips to yours. Without realizing it, he subtly backed you two up until your back was pushed against the bark of a tree.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” You pulled back so quickly your head slammed against the tree. Behind Jaehyun stood Yoona, her eyes blown wide as a hand covered her mouth in surprise. Taeyong stood next to her, his hand resting on the small of her back and his facial expression mimicking hers. Jaehyun quickly stepped so he was standing next to you. Your eyes flicked between the pair standing in front of you until you realized what was happening.  

“Are you two…”  

“LIKE YOU SHOULD BE TALKING WE JUST CAUGHT YOU GUYS DRY HUMPING AGAINST A FUCKING TREE!” Yoona screeched. You frantically looked around, hoping no one was near enough to have heard her. “No, please, say it even louder. I’m sure someone in Seoul didn’t quite catch that.” You hissed out. Taeyong calmed Yoona slightly then turned to face you again.

“Yeah, Yoona and I are going out now.” Before you could interject with the plethora of questions that bombarded your mind, Yoona spoke up again.

“That’s why I begged you to come tonight. We were gonna tell you. But APPARENTLY you should have been the ones that had to tell us something.” She grinned while looking between the two of you.

“Hey,” Taeyong barked out, looking directly at Jaehyun. “You better treat her right. If you don’t I swear to God-”

“Taeyong, he’s the one that saved me tonight.” You cut him off, warning in your eyes.

“She’s the best person I know. Don’t do anything to fuck it up, okay?” Taeyong questioned, his tone steely cold.

“She’s the best person I know, too. I don’t know how lucky I got but… I’ll spend every moment trying to be the person she makes me feel like I could be.” His stare burned into yours as you looked up at him, a blush crawling up your cheek. You looked back at your friends to gauge their reaction. Yoona seemed to be glowing with happiness. Taeyong looked like he still wasn’t sure. Yoona looked at her boyfriend and rolled her eyes, dragging him away finally.  

You turned to the boy that towered over you. “Did you mean what you said?” You practically whispered, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. He smiled down at you. “Every word.”

You pulled him down to meet your lips once more. After a few seconds he pulled away from you, making you pout. “What, did my plan to seduce you not work?” You teased him.  

“No, no it may have worked too well. I was gonna say, my house is just a block away if we cut through the park. Do you wanna come over and hang out?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Only if you give me a piggyback ride.” You spun your finger, indicating that he should spin around so you could hop on his back. Instead he gave you a devilish smirk and scooped you up bridal style. You laughed with delight as he carried you off towards the park. Tonight was already the best one of your life, but it looked like it was about to get a whole lot better…

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