#his little fucking chuckles and smirks during...........sir i am on my knees

[levinbolts]

nothing sexier than a skilled, effortlessly lethal man

#ffxvi #barnabas tharmr #POSTING IT HERE TOO BC !!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD #I DIDN'T REALIZE I WAS SHAKING REWATCHING THIS UNTIL IT WAS OVER #THE FACT THAT CLIVE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD SECONDS IN????? IF BARNABAS HAD BEEN FIGHTING HIM SERIOUSLY???? WIHT ONE HAND ????? #SWORDSMEN I LOVE U SO #WALOEDER SWORDSMEN I LOVE U EVEN MORE #benedikta girl u were so real i would have also fucked both him and cid if given the chance #his little fucking chuckles and smirks during...........sir i am on my knees #the one specifically where he realizes that clive is protecting jill and joshua......and then immediately picks up a RANDOM SWORD #AND TUCKS HIS ARM BEHIND HIS BACK #ok its slepnir's sword so not completely random bUT ITS NOT ODINS #i would die for u i would end it all right here and now jsut say the word #i am NOT !!!!!!!! DOING WEL L!!! #I NEED HIM #his fucking thigh garters???????? the expensive ass shirt ????????/// #WHO GOES INTO BATTLE LIKE THAT BARNABAS #GODDDDDDDDDDDD #I NEED HIM TO STEP ON ME RIGHT TF NOW #IS HE A LITTLE INSANE ????? YEAH BUT THATS FINE I CANT FIX HIM BUT I CAN FUCK HIM #i woul d die for him i would so fast #my king wants me to become an akashic??? say less !!! goodbye free will !!!!!!!!!!!! #barnabas tharmr my favorite cult leader <3 #ok im done i htink #GRRRRRRRRRRRR BARK BARK BARK GRRRRR BAR K BARK #ok now im done

[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 20: Detention With The Toad

Authors Note: This chapter was really tough to write for whatever reason. I hope everyone enjoys the story, and it would be amazing if you would comment! Likes and comments make me want to continue on this wild ride! Xoxo

Sweat misted my naked body as Severus thrust his member in and out of my dripping core. My body was convulsing as he drove me further and further to my fourth release of the evening. He leaned down and placed open-mouth kisses on my collarbone, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh, never once stopping his perfect assault on my most sacred body part. 

Right as I was about to tip over the edge for the fourth time, he pulled out of my weeping core. I whined at the loss of contact as my orgasm faded and he looked down at me smirking. 

“On your knees Little Star.” He commanded, his voice dripping with sex. 

I eagerly flipped so I was now on my hands and knees waiting for him to enter me again. But instead of sliding into me, he gently ran his hard cock along my folds torturously slow. The feel of his hardness rubbing along my overly sensitive flesh had me whining and begging him to have mercy on me. 

“Please fuck me,” I begged. 

He leaned down and I could feel his cotton undershirt press against my arched back. His lips ghosted along my ear as his hand trailed up my side. 

I winced as he gripped the hair at the base of my neck firmly. His hard cock glided easily into my waiting opening, and his unoccupied hand slid down the curve of my hip and around my front to press down on my little bundle of nerves. 

“Who do you belong to?” He growled in my ear, his grip on my hair tightening slightly and I moaned in response. 

“You sir.” I breathed and he rewarded me with a brutal thrust, his thumb still doing punishing circles on my throbbing clit. 

“I am very close, Darling.” He gritted, “I know you have one more in you…Cum for me.” 

His words spurred me on and before I knew it, my climax hit me like a train and my muscles clamped down on his cock. My warm walls milked him completely dry and he gripped my hair tightly as he came, leaning his head on my sweat-dampened shoulder as we both caught our breath. 

“That…was…amazing.” I panted and he chuckled against me. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked I flopped over onto my back and he did the same, pulling me into his embrace and kissing my head. 

“No. I like it when you’re rough.” I smiled and absentmindedly played with the buttons of his undershirt that he refused to remove during sex. I never asked why but I just assumed like everything, he would open up in his own time and either show me or tell me. 

“Are you sore at all? I can give you a pain-relieving potion.” He offered but I shook my head. 

“I think I enjoy the idea of having to sit easily tomorrow due to the several incredible orgasms you’ve given me this evening.” I giggled 

“Hmm, that is a nice thought. Watching you maneuver yourself on your stool and knowing it is because of our excursion this evening.” His voice sent shivers down my spine as he pulled me and stroked my shoulder gently with his thumb. 

We lay there for a while talking and laughing, making up for the time we had lost. Until the moment that I had to go back to my dorms. I groaned as I stood from the bed and threw my robes back on. When I had finished redressing I looked over at Severus who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood and walked over to me, engulfing me in his warm embrace and I sighed, inhaling his scent. 

“Will you promise me something Little Star?” He mumbled into my hair. 

“Depends on what it is,” I replied cheekly and he reached down and squeezed my bum playfully. “Okay Okay…Yes, what is it?” I giggled 

“Promise me that from now on, you will come to me with anything that may be on your mind…especially pertaining to us.” His voice was sincere as he held me and I nodded, hugging him tighter. 

“I can make that promise.” He released me from his arms and held my face in his hands, placing a soft kiss on my lips. 

“Thank you.” He spoke once he broke the kiss and I smiled. “Now…You need to get to bed, I would hate for you to be unavailable for your assistant duties because you are grumbling around like the walking dead.” 

I smiled, reaching up and pressing my lips to his, sneaking my tongue into his open mouth and deepening the kiss. He groaned into my mouth and I pulled back, biting his lip playfully. 

“Goodnight…Professor.” I smirked, turning to walk out of his room and to Gryffindor Tower. 

***The Next Day***

I ran into the DADA classroom about ten minutes after class had begun. Severus was right to send me to bed when he did because of course, I had to oversleep and miss my alarm. I knew from the rumors around the school that Umbridge was strict when it came to the rules. But as I approached her desk, my worries were confirmed. 

“Miss Astrill…Tardiness will not be tolerated in my class.” She snipped at me when I approached her desk. 

“I’m sorry Professor, I oversl-.” I tried to explain but she was having none of it. 

“Detention…This evening.” She interrupted, smiling and I turned to take my seat beside Edwin who was smirking at me. 

“Late night?” He whispered, raising his eyebrows up and down playfully. 

I rolled my eyes but smiled “Yes, and well worth the detention.” 

“Blah.” He mimicked vomiting and I shrugged. 

“You asked.” 

“What is he going to think about you getting detention?” Edwin whispered after a few minutes of listening to the pink toad teach us about how we would ‘in theory’ cast protago. 

“Probably just a lecture…something along the lines of ‘I am very disappointed in you Little Star.’” I mocked Severus’s deep baritone and Edwin chuckled quietly. 

The class came and went, thankfully rather quickly, and before long I was headed towards the dungeons for N.E.W.T potions. Edwin and I were babbling about his charms essay when he stopped abruptly before our normal break-off point. That's when I saw her, Marigold was leaning against the wall beside the entryway to the staircase to the dungeons. She smiled brightly when she saw us and waved.

“Shit! How do I look? Is my hair alright?” Edwin panicked, turning bright red. 

I laughed and started to walk over towards Marigold. “You like like you always do… Come on, I have class with her anyway…Come with me and say ‘hello.’” 

“Aurora…Edwin!” She called out and I smiled, walking over to where she was standing against the wall, followed by Edwin who was casually running his fingers through his hair.

“Marigold, hey!” 

“I thought I would wait for you so we could walk to class together.” She smiled “Edwin! It’s so good to see you, I was so sad that I didn’t see you in any of my classes.” 

Edwins blushed and when he tried to speak no words escaped from his mouth, which was usually running about a kilometer a minute. Finally, Edwin smiled and waved…a bit awkwardly and turned to walk to his next class. 

Marigold looked at me and sighed “Is he alright?”

“Sorry Mari, he is just overly stressed with charms…it's his worst subject.” I covered for him as I started walking down the stairs towards potions and she followed beside me. 

“He struggles with charms?” Marigold asked, suddenly smiling wide. “It just so happens that charms is my best subject…I could tutor him.” I bit my lip to suppress a smile and she caught on and quickly added “Only if he would like that.” 

I nodded, “I’ll tell him you offered…He would love the help.” The excitement I felt inside we intense and I couldn't wait to run back to the common room and tell Edwin that he might have his chance with the girl he had been nuts about for years. 

Marigold and I continued to talk until we walked into the classroom. We sat our bags and books down at our workbench and prepared for whatever Severus had prepared for us that morning. Punctual as ever, Severus walked into the classroom from his connected office at exactly 10 o’clock and began writing our instructions for the potion we were brewing on the blackboard. 

“Who can tell me the uses of veritaserum?” He asked looking around the classroom, he did not seem confident in the slightest that we would know the answer but my hand shot up and he looked at me and raised a brow. 

“Astrill?” His voice sent shivers down my spine when he said my name and I shifted in my seat remembering the multiple orgasms I was granted by him last night. “Any time in this century…” He said dryly, breaking me out of my daydream. His tone was covering the subtle smirk when he realized what my daydreams consisted of. 

“Sorry sir…It’s a truth-telling serum. Just three drops can make someone reveal their deepest darkest secrets. It its highly controlled by the ministry though.” I answered confidently. 

“Excellent...Thank you Astrill for proving to the class that you are competent enough to read a textbook.” He sneered, and the Slytherins chuckled. 

“I answered your question…” I mumbled “At least I raised my hand…Unlike them.” I gestured towards the Slytherins and Severus glared at me. 

“Enough.” He was firm when he spoke and I knew I needed to shut up. 

I said nothing for the remainder of his instruction and when the brewing began…I was suddenly reminded of the fact that, in my rush to get to class this morning I had decided to not worry about finding a pair of knickers in my drawer. Which meant I was completely bare under my uniform skirt and had the perfect opportunity for revenge at Severus’ expense. 

Marigold and I brewed the potion together, adding the ingredients one at a time and following Severus’ brewing instructions that were written out on the board by his desk. After a few moments of roaming around, he returned to his desk and sat down intending on grading papers from one of his previous classes. That is when I decided to strike…I moved around the workbench which was conveniently the one closest to his desk. I sat on the stool, balancing on my knees while my back was facing his desk. I threw in a few ingredients and stirred the potion so my classmates, especially Marigold would be none the wiser to my actual intentions. 

“Does this look right to you?” I asked Marigold, leaning further over the cauldron so my bare bottom and core were exposed to Severus. I heard him clear his throat behind me and I smirked, knowing my plan had worked. 

“Looks fine to me.” Marigold smiled and I got up from the stool and walked over to my previous spot beside Marigold. When I glanced up at his desk, Severus was staring at me intently, his jaw was clenched and he looked very flustered. I smiled to myself and continued through the rest of the lesson, knowing perfectly well once we were dismissed for lunch, when I returned for my free period to complete my duties as his assistant I was in for it…big time.

Just as I suspected, when I arrived at his office after lunch he was waiting for me. He was seated at his desk, his arms were crossed over his chest and he was looking at the door waiting for me to come through, and when I saw him…I smiled. 

“Is there a problem sir?” I asked sweetly

“You know very well what the problem is, you little Minx.” He growled and stood from his chair, advancing across the office quickly to get to me. 

I backed up quickly and to my dismay my back bumped against the hard stone wall and I knew I was trapped. He smiled viciously, his hands traveling down my sides until they reached the hem of my skirt. He flipped it up, crumpling it up and holding the fabric to my midsection, exposing my core to the cool dungeon air and I moaned. 

“Shhh.” He hissed harshly, cupping my throbbing core. His nose was pressed against mine and I could feel his breath against my lips. 

“You have been a very naughty girl my Little Star.” He purred. My knees wobbled as he stroked through my folds with one finger. “What I wouldn't give to hear you begging me to make you cum.” 

I moaned and he stopped abruptly, releasing my skirt and backing away from me. “However…Punishment will have to wait until this evening. We have much to do before class begins.” 

“Tonight?” I spoke quickly, mentally cursing myself because I had yet to tell him about my detention with Umbridge. “I-I can't tonight.” I stammered and he cocked a brow. 

“And where exactly do you plan to be?” 

I sighed and leaned my head against the cold stone wall. “I have detention.” My voice came out more as an irritated growl and I could hear him chuckle. 

“You?...Detention?” He looked at me incredulously. 

“I was late to Umbridge’s class this morning and she doesn’t take very well to being tardy,” I explained and he nodded. 

“I shouldn't be keeping you out of bed so late.” He sighed 

“Absolutely not! That is the only uninterrupted time I get with you when we don't have something else to do.” I fought back and he chuckled.

“Alright…But if it becomes too much, you must tell me and we will come up with a different arrangement when it comes to our evening activities.” He drawled returning to his desk and sitting at his desk. 

After trying for the next hour to convince Severus that he could definitely ‘punish’ me before I had to go to my next class and then detention afterward, he refused stating that patience is a virtue. I grumbled to myself about the unfairness of his decision while I graded papers and he found it thoroughly amusing. 

***Detention***

I walked into the DADA classroom after dinner only to find it empty. So I decided to walk up the spiral staircase that led to the attached office and when I knocked, I heard her on the other side of the door.

“Come in.” She chirped 

I rolled my eyes before I opened the door and I was met with the most uncomfortably pink room I had ever seen. Wall-to-wall enchanted cat photographs meowing and doilies covering nearly every surface, it was nauseating. 

“Ah Miss Astrill, take a seat. You’re going to be doing some lines for me this evening.” 

I sat down at the smaller desk that was attached to hers and began to fumble in my bag, looking for my quill and ink well until she stopped me. 

“You won't need your quill.” She grinned “You are going to be using one of mine.” 

“Yes, professor.” I sighed before picking up the thick dark wooden quill that was decorated with a black feather. I looked down at the empty parchment and waited for her to tell me what I was going to be forced to write. 

“I think you shall write. ‘Punctuality means perfection’.” She loomed over me and I hesitated. 

“How many times?”  I mumbled. 

“However many it takes for the message to become clear.” 

With that, I began to write ‘punctuality means perfection’ for the first time but I stopped short of the next line when my hand started to burn. I looked down at the top of my left hand and my heart thudded in my chest. Scratching its self in my own handwriting on the top of my left hand was the line I had just written on the parchment in front of me. 

That was when I noticed the ‘ink’ that was appearing on the parchment was blood red. This sadistic toad was forcing me to write lines in my own blood. I glared up at her and she gave me a false look of concern from the seat she had taken at her desk. 

“Is everything alright dear?” 

“Fine.” I gritted and she looked away, sipping her tea. 

#alan rickman #original character #severus snape #severus snape x oc #severus snape x reader #allycat writes #allycat319 #professor snape #fanfic #professor snape smut

[apocalypticgargoyle]

racer!sapnap road head pog¿

pog.

this is kind of a subchapter ig bc nothing really happens to continue on the story but I figured I'd give it to you anyway :) im so down bad for him it’s embarrassing. if you know me irl no you don't 

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

pairing: street racer!Sapnap x fm!reader

cw: oral (m. receiving), thigh riding, degradation (slightly), spit cum and rock and roll, language, semi-public sex, sir kink?, okay shut up its just filth tbh

wc: ~2380

collaborative playlist (add your songs :))

previous part

Sapnap ran his fingers through his dark hair, moving to rest his arm along the back of the bench seat, his hand brush against your shoulder softly. His other hand settled lazily on the thin steering wheel after turning up the radio a few notices. You swirled your tongue against the strawberry sucker between your lips, trying to quell the burning frustration you felt at his words.

“Suck on this and be a good girl while I’m on the phone,” he had said, answering his ringer after pushing the treat into your mouth.

He’d hung up the phone at least ten minutes prior yet you were still pouting at his nipping, cocky tone as you took the candy without sassing him. Sapnap never drove cars that were as old as the one you were in now, but he had asked you to tag along during one of his deliveries for his boss. You were curious which vehicle you would be swapping the tank for but, at the same time, you appreciated the bench seat and the airflow from the open windows.

Despite its age, the leather seats and detailing made it feel like the two of you were in some kind of old gangster movie, even though Sapnap was only in jeans and a t-shirt.

You slid across the seat, tucking yourself against his side as he wrapped his arm around you. You pulled your knees to your chest and he pressed his lips against your temple, stepping on the gas a bit more as he sped down the road. Your hand moved to rest on his thigh, slowly sliding your hand down the inside of his leg. You could see him smirking out of the corner of your eye as if to dare you to continue.

He started to hum to the radio as your nails raked down the denim, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He seemed to not be affected by your antics but you noticed his knuckles flush white as he gripped onto the steering wheel, giving away his subtle restraint.

You leaned back slightly, pulling the sucker from your mouth as his eyes darted to you before you stuck it in his mouth. “Hold this for me,” you muttered, watching as his teeth bit down on the stick as you palmed him through his jeans. Your other hand ran into his hair as his hold on the steering wheel tightened, his lips curling into a small smirk.

You sat off of him for a split second, tying your hair back as he shook his head with a small chuckle, forcing his eyes to remain glued to the road ahead of you. You pressed your lips to his neck, unbuttoning his pants and slipping your hand into his boxers, earning a groan from him. “Can I suck on something else to keep quiet?” You joshed softly as he shifted to give you a better angle. He inhaled sharply as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

You moved to sit with your knees against the leather, his hand hooking around your ponytail as you pumped your hand over his length, earning a moan from him. You looked up at him with what doe-eyes you could muster, attempting to hide the lust and deviousness behind your antics. He looked down briefly at you as he shifted gears lazily. “Am I going to be too distracting?” You asked, realizing he had stopped at a red light. He barely shook his head, sending a small wave to whoever was in the car beside the two of you.

You dug your teeth into his thigh and his fingers slipped beneath your ponytail, knotting in your locks as you quickened your hand. You moaned as he tugged at your hair, pushing yourself closer to his lap as the car began to move again. You were thankful he was a smooth driver or you would be thrown to the floorboards. That goes without saying that he wouldn’t slam on the breaks if you tried any funny business.

He pressed his shoulders against his seat, a low groan grumbling from his chest as his arousal grew in your hand. You pressed your lips against his tip, letting your tongue tease his sensitive skin. You pushed him into your mouth, gauging his size as you bobbled your head over his cock slowly, not yet taking him completely. The rush of power pulsed through your veins as he throbbed at your touch, your tongue swirling against what you could reach of his shaft.

His hand moved from its rough grip on your hair to rest in the crook of your neck, seemingly wanting to feel your throat straining to please him. You pulled off of him, swallowing as your hand bobbed against the slickness of your spit and his precum. He made a turn, hand steady as if you weren’t pressing your elbows into the expensive leather and literally stroking his ego.

You licked your lips, regretting your lipstick choice as you saw it smeared against your hand and his cock, despite the fact that you had only just begun. You took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks the best you could as your hand moved in tandem with the song. His thumb brushed against the back of your neck softly in quiet gratefulness of your work. Your tongue swirled designs against his dick as you attempted not to choke on him.

You felt him shiver as you moaned around him. “Baby, just like that,” he cooed. “You’re taking me so well. My good girl.” His voice was gravelly as he spoke, teeth still holding the sucker as his eyes flashed between you in his lap and the road in front of him. Heat spiked through your body at his praise, the flush that was already there from the temperature in the car adding to the warmth between your legs.

You took him further down your throat, slipping him between your lips as you pulled off before taking a few centimeters more as you repeated. You were hell-bent on your mouth reaching his base, already tasting the worship he would give you as you did so. Your spit leaked against your hand, making your descent easier as your eyes watered from the pressure on your throat.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he moaned, his hips tensing under you as he struggled not to buck into your mouth. Your tongue curled against his shaft, sucking him harder. The taste of him was beginning to overpower that of the lollipop as he strained against finishing, his cock hard in your mouth and hand. Tears striped down your cheeks as you held him in the back of your throat before bobbing your head back, his hot pleasure coating the back of your throat as he let out a low moan of your name.

You realized then that he had stopped. You pumped him a few more times, earning a snide comment from him as you looked at your slick hand wrapped around him and the damage that you had done. Before you could sit up, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. “Nuh-uh. Clean me up,” he commanded, his dominance sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body as you readily heeded to his demand, licking up what you could as if was the elixir of life.

You sat up, crawling over to straddle one of his legs and pulling the bare stick from between his teeth, tossing it out of the window. You pressed your lips against his hungrily, his arm wrapping around your waist to drag you against his denim-clad thighs. His other slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, nails biting into the flesh of your legs. The taste of him blended with the artificial strawberry flavoring as his tongue pressed into your mouth with a moan.

You rolled your hips against his legs, letting the friction swim into your thoughts as you broke the kiss. Your hand wrapped around his cock again, stirring up his arousal once more. His cheeks were flushed with a soft pink as a result of the hot summer day and what you were doing to him. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin to show how much you belonged to him. You tilted your head to give him more space, moaning his name softly as his hand moved with your hips encouraging you to get off.

You sped up the pace of your hand, making him groan against your skin as he stiffened. His voice was deep and velvety in your ear as he wrapped himself around you. His tongue pressed against your neck, the breeze from the windows reaching into ghost against his marks. He bounced his knee as if dead set on getting you off before him as you ground against him like a horny teenager. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?” He bit, menacingly as you let out an almost pornographic moan at the friction. His arm tightened around you, driving you further up his leg as your thumb swirled over his tip, collecting what you could of his cum and dragging it down his length.

You tugged your lip between your teeth, your other hand threading your fingers into his hair and tugging lightly. “I’m your good little slut? Am I making you feel that good, sir?” You teased, stifling a moan in his t-shirt as he lapped at your collarbones, chasing the high you were bringing him to with your hand again.

His teeth nipped threateningly against your skin. “Fuck, don’t berate me while you’re riding my thigh,” he nearly growled. As if proving some kind of point, his hips jutted into your hand, driving against you harder as you whimpered at the feeling between your legs.

His hand dipped beneath the stitching at the slightly ruffled bottom of your shirt, fingers digging into your skin to leave more of his markings. You were lucky he would be the only one seeing those placements besides you. You couldn’t imagine how it would be for someone else to see the various teeth lines and bruises. He probably felt the same after you always littered his body in your makeup and nail marks. “Would you rather me be more vulgar?” You mustered, voice uneven and needy as you shamelessly thrust your hips against his leg. You felt his cock throb again, his second orgasm easier to conjure than the first as his face flushed at the stimulation.

He moved one of his hands to tug at your sleeve, pressing his lips against your freshly exposed skin. “Tell me what you want instead,” he groaned. “You look so cute. I wanna hear you whine like the little slut I know you are,” he muttered darkly.

“I want you to cum all over my hand,” you moaned, digging your face into his shirt. “I want you to make a mess of me. Please, sir,” you whined. His hand moved from your arm to the crook of your neck again, tugging your lips to crash against his in a burn of neediness. You moaned at the taste of strawberry still on his lips, dragging yourself against his leg as he bounced his knee, making your climax spark through you without warning. As your hips stuttered against him, your hand pulsed around his cock. Swallowing your whimpering moans, Sapnap came, his sticky finish painting your hand again as he groaned.

You leaned against the hood of the car, watching as Sapnap and an unknown man discussed prices that Sapnap’s boss was asking for. You popped the gum in your mouth, finding that you would much rather be tasting Sapnap on your tongue as he crossed his arms. The man handed him an envelope of cash, which he flipped through easily as if he had done the task millions of times over.

The man flashed a toothy grin at you as you tucked your hands behind your back, looking small compared to Sapnap’s frame. Sultry images flipped through your head knowing that Sapnap looked like he could break you over his knee. “That pretty thing come with the Mercury?” The man asked. While you were busy gushing over Sapnap, you hadn’t realized the man was sizing you up like some kind of meat.

You wrinkled your nose as if to question his sincerity. Without looking up from the envelope, Sapnap chimed, “Make a comment like that again and I’ll drag you behind the ‘65 Catalina by your intestines.” His voice was even and deadpanned, making your eyebrows raise as you bit back a sardonic grin. The man closed his mouth into a tight-lipped frown as Sapnap barely looked up to toss him the keys to the car the two of you had brought.

He turned, stuffing the envelope into his pocket and gesturing two fingers for you to follow him. As you jogged to join his side, he wrapped an arm around you, sliding his hand into your back pocket as the man yelled a defeated salutation after the two of you. “I’m not letting anyone talk to you like a toy,” Sapnap bit, sending you a smug grin.

You almost stripped out of your shorts for him there, yet instead, let him tuck you to his side. “You talk to me like I’m a toy, Sap,” you quipped back, disguising the fact that you secretly liked it. His confidence and the ease he had at defending you had your head spinning.

He chuckled darkly. The two of you approached another vehicle, a sleek, black Corvette gleaming at you as he opened the passenger door. He leaned his arms against the open window frame as you slid inside. He closed the door behind you. “That’s because you’re mine to play with. Not Bumfuckville Kenny,” he leered back, bringing a blush to your cheeks before he pressed his lips to yours briefly. “I treat you like a lady when you’re not begging for my cock, anyway,” he clarified with a cocky tone, sending you a wink before walking around the front of the car, leaving you hot and worked up again.

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im going to try to have a separate list from regular Sapnap pretty soon, so make your accommodations :)

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[levi-lover]

Say my name

Levi x fem!reader

W/C: 1935

T/W: Smut, 18+, Female Masturbation, slight choking

A/N: I’m going through a writer’s block #rip so I edited the first smut piece I wrote back in December. It’s not my best but hey we all gotta start somewhere! 

You sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a book, entrenched into the words on the page. As the climax began to unravel, you swung your leg onto the chair and put your weight on your foot so you could lean closer to the table, closer to the book. Your body began to shake as you frantically read the pages, turning each furiously. 

You noticed you had less than ten pages to go, you slid your body closer to the table causing the ball of your foot to press against your core. You let out a small sigh, surprised by the sudden arousal. No, not now. Let me finish the book! You ignored the feeling but you kept on pressing your weight to your foot. You finished the book in a rush and as you closed the spine of the book, you let out a small sigh and untangled your legs from underneath you. 

“Wow,” you said out loud to the empty room. That was amazing, I can’t wait to tell Levi. After months of him pestering you to read the dang book, you finally read it. You hated to admit it but Levi was right, you did love it. You rolled your eyes at the thought of his stupid smug face tell you he told you were going to love it. Whatever at least I’ll have someone to talk about it with. Speaking of his stupid smug face, where is he? You looked over at the stove clock 4:23 it read. 

He had left over an hour ago to get groceries. He was normally quick and efficient, never gone for more than 40 minutes. Maybe he got caught up in traffic? You leaned back in the chair remembering the pressure in your core, you pressed your legs together and began to rub them. You closed your eyes in relief, another sigh escaped your mouth. You sat on your leg again, using your foot to apply pressure to yourself. As your body moved against your foot, your core began to tingle, with your left hand you grabbed your lower back and pushed yourself further into your foot, a moan escaped your mouth. You wished it would be Levi’s hands squeezing your lower back, hips, and thighs as he laid under your body, you wished you could be feeling his cock growing hard underneath you. 

“Fuck, where is that man? I need him.” 

You walked down the hallway into your shared bedroom. You sat at the foot of the bed, throwing your body against the crisp sheets, your legs dangled off the bed. You kept your eyes closed as your hand reached to your crotch, your fingers gently rubbing the fabric, your hips began to move along with your fingers desperate to feel more but you kept a slow pace. Your right hand reached over to your left breast and you began to massage yourself, feeling your nipple slowly harden under your shirt. A moan escaped your lips as you began to rub harder against your core, you reached your hands under your leggings feeling yourself over your underwear. You imagined Levi was the one touching you, closing your eyes tight, you pictured him laying over you, moaning into your ear. Heat began to pour into your cheek. You pushed your underwear aside, using your middle finger you touched your entrance. You trailed your finger up your slit, pressed down on your clit. Starting to draw tiny circles around the bundle of nerves, you felt the pressure build inside of you. You pressed down and moaned out Levi’s name. 

“Yes?” asked a deep voice from the doorway.

You rolled your head over and pulled the top of your body up. “Levi, you’re home!” Your hands still in your leggings, you smiled sheepishly at him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He chucked, “the lights were off. I assumed you were napping so I came in quietly. Tsk, looks like you were busy doing something else.” 

Levi was leaning against the door, one eyebrow was up as he looked over at you with amusement on his face. You could tell he was trying not to laugh. You pulled your hands out of your pants. 

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account, brat. Keep going” He walked over to you, the smell of pine and mint hitting your nose. 

Fuck, I did a good job when I bought that cologne. 

He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at you. His arms folded across his broad chest, his dark hair gently floating over his gray eyes. He put both arms on either side of your body as he leaned over, his legs spread over yours. You squirmed as you felt his breath near your face, you looked down overwhelmed by the heat coming off of your checks. He used his right hand to gently grab your face, his fingers were warm and firm. A sigh escaped your lips as he tilted your head up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. You saw the excitement and arousal in his eyes as he examined your face. He loved looking at you when you were like this, he loved knowing he was turning you on without even having to do anything to you. It made him feel powerful and it made him feel loved. 

As much as he loved giving you pleasure, he also loved making you wait for it. He looked at your lips, they were parted as small, jagged breaths escaped from your chest. His cock began to press against his jeans as he looked over you. He wanted to fuck you so bad but he knew he had to wait.

He lowered his head and began to whisper into your ear, “are you gonna stop touching that pretty little pussy ‘cause I’m here, huh?”

You closed your eyes and moaned, you felt yourself getting wetter. You loved it when he talked dirty to you. He placed his hands on your neck and began choking you gently. He pushed you onto the bed. 

“Go to the top of the bed. That’s an order” 

You nodded and whispered, “yes, sir.” 

You laid your head on your pillow and looked back to Levi, he was on his knees staring at you from the bottom of the bed. 

“Take off your shirt.” You pulled off the shirt you were wearing and tossed it somewhere in the room. “Good girl. Pull down your leggings and only your leggings.”

You yanked down the fabric as Levi watching, smirking. You laid back, feeling the cool air of the room touch your naked body, goosebumps appeared on your stomach and thighs. Levi looked at you, waiting for you to make eye contact before he made his next order. He loved to look directly into your eyes during sex, he loved knowing you were fully present with him, that you needed him. 

“Touch yourself but if you even dare to put a finger inside, you’ll get punished, okay?”

“Mmmm” you mumbled, as you began to rub yourself again, the pleasure from before quicking rising inside of you; knowing that Levi was watching you turned you on even more. 

“Am I joke to you?”

“N-,o” you mustered out as your body began to tense, a coil starting to form inside of your stomach.

“Then answer me when I speak to you, got it, slut?” Levi’s voice became rough and dark, he wasn’t joking around. 

“Y-yes, what do I do next?” you moaned. 

“I want you to keep on rubbing yourself, do a good job for me.” You peaked over at Levi and who started to rub himself through his jeans. He was biting his bottom lips trying to hold in a moan. You arched your back at the beautiful sight. 

“Start fucking yourself,” he ordered. 

“Yes, Levi.” You start by putting in one finger and curl it into your body, slowly you insert one more, you could feel every inch of yourself. The noise of your wet cunt and moans filled the air. Levi let go of his moan and he began to unzip his jeans. Fuck, I love him so much. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on Levi’s moans.  

“I want to hear you say my name.” 

“Yes, Levi.” you took your fingers out of your entrance and ran them back up your slit, your back arched at your touch, this was good but it would feel so much better if it was Levi doing this to you. You started touching your clit again, circling around it, the coil getting tighter and tighter. From the bottom of the bed, you heard the sound of Levi’s hands on his cock, you bit your lip just thinking about it. 

“I told you to say my name like the good girl you are”

You threw your head back and started shouting Levi’s name.“F-fuck, Levi.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Levi tossed his head back, he was holding his cock in his angular hands, stoking it up and down. He wanted to shove it inside of you, you were so wet and all he had to do was boss you around. He smiled at the thought of you fucking yourself to the memory of him. 

“Mmm Levi, ‘m close.” You rotated between rubbing circles around your clit to pressing down on it, As the coil snapped, your back arched and pleasure flooded your body, your legs began to pulse. You looked over to see Levi’s face twisted in joy as his cock twitched in his hands and white strings of cum shot out from the tip. He looked at it with content before pulling off his t-shirt to clean off his hands. He glanced up at you and smirked, “that’s my good girl.”

You let out a sigh of relief and held your arms open, inviting him to come in. He chuckled before crawling his way to you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his toned arms around you. Levi placed small kisses on your skin, his hands caressed your waist with a feather-soft touch. You started trailing circles around his back. He loved when you touched him like this, so gentle and full of love. 

“I missed you,” you whispered. 

“Tsk, I wasn’t even gone long.” 

“Yeah, but you were gone longer than usual, it was pure pain!” 

He laughed at your dramatic nature. 

“I guess since you couldn’t keep my name out of your lips.”

“Fuck you.”

“I know you want to,” he retorted. 

“Whatever, anyways what took you so long? I finished the book and I wanted to talk about it!”

“I see. That’s why you were moaning my name. I had to wait for them to stalk up on someone’s favorite brand of oat milk. But you liked it, huh? I knew you would.” You didn’t even have to look at face to see the smug expression he was making. 

“Yeah, I did like it, so what? But wait you got me oat milk? Doesn’t that need to be refrigerated?” you asked. The both of you had been going at for a while now. 

Levi jumped out of you arms and shouted, “fuck! I didn’t put the groceries away!”

“Haha, loser!” 

“Shut up, Brat. Help me put them away and then I’ll actually fuck you.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain!” You shouted like a soldier getting ready for battle. You put clean clothes on and raced him to the kitchen. When Levi said he was going to do something he would do it.

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[writing-wh0re]

could u write a george weasley smut where is words r rlly sofr but his actions are rough. maybe w a daddy kink or a sir kink if ur ok w that?

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

George Weasley x Reader

Smutty Blurb - Word Count: 803. 

Warnings: Smut 18+, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking, Choking, Light Bondage, Explicit Language. 

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted Anon, let me know if I can improve it for you xx - Also Holy Shit! I hit 200 followers during the night and I am so so so greatful, you’re all amazing and I love the support! I hope you are all enjoying my little blurbs and stories. 

I stir in my sleep, my eyes fluttering open as the sun beams in through the blinds. I feel his hands brush against my exposed skin, pulling me against his chest.

“Morning baby.” His low morning voice sends shivers to dance across my skin as he kisses my shoulder.  

“Morning daddy.” I feel his cock pulse against my ass, a heavy breath falling from his lips. 

“Does my baby need her daddy this morning?” 

His hand toys with the thin fabric of my panties as I meekly nod, not trusting my voice as he flips me, allowing me to be on my back as he attacks my neck with his mouth. I hiss as he takes the soft skin between his teeth pulling and licking as I run my hand through his hair, my lips parted as soft gasps fall freely. 

“You’re such a good girl for daddy.” I feel my clit throb as I whimper wiggling my hips up against his bulging underwear, George stops touching me as he leans off the bed, grabbing his old school tie from the bottom of the nightstand, a smirk across his lips as I bite mine. The silk fabric loops across my skin, my hands clasping together as he pulls tight, tying the tie. He runs his index finger down my arm, goosebumps filling the skin as he places his finger against my lips as I open them, allowing for his finger to slip past as I swirl my tongue around, the smirk on his lips never leaving as he keeps his eyes trained on my tongue. 

George moves his finger, cupping my face as he wanders his hand down to my neck his hand wrapping around me as I become breathless, his hand slips into my panties, rubbing quick sloppy circles on my clit as I flutter my eyes closed, moans escaping from me as his grip tightens. 

“Look at me baby, let me see your beautiful eyes.” My eyelids flutter open locking onto his as he leans down to kiss me, slipping two fingers inside me as I gasp, allowing for his tongue to dance across mine. George breaks our kiss, his hand moving from my core as he grips my hip. 

“Ass up for daddy baby.” 

I turn onto my stomach, my hands still tied above my head as he grip’s my ass, his hands stroking the soft skin as he spanks me as I cry out. I hear him chuckle as he spanks me again, his hand rubbing the skin after to soothe the sting. 

“So gorgeous.” Blush fills my cheeks at his endless compliments. 

“Daddy please, I need you.” 

George’s hand trails up my back as his fingers get lost in my hair pulling it as my body falls back on my knees. His chest rests against my back, my tied hands falling just above my core as George clasps his hand around my neck as his other cups my glistening pussy. 

“Can, I want to ride you.” I mumble as George smiles against my cheek, kissing me softly. “Please daddy.” 

George lays back on the bed, pulling me onto his lap as he keeps my hands tied together. I place my tied hands on his chest as he lines himself up with my entrance. I tilt my head back as his cock slides inside me, the sting of him stretching me causing me to lose my breath for the hundredth time. 

“You’re so perfect.” His hands rest on my hips, helping me move against him as I pick up my pace, bouncing on his dick as his nails dig into my skin, definitely leaving marks for us to discover later. I dig my nails into his chest as a groan falls from his lips. I lean forward on his chest, circling my hips slightly as George places his hands on my back, flipping us over as we both moan at the new angle. 

“Let daddy take care of you.” I nod as he unties my hands, his thrusts slow and deep as my hands are instantly on his back, my fingernails digging into his sick as he hisses. 

“Right there, fuck.” I cry out as his pace picks up, kissing up my shoulder to the sweet spot under my ear. 

“You take me so well baby girl.” My legs start to tremble softly as George places them against his chest, hitting my walls perfectly as my back arches. “Cum for me.” I feel my walls tighten around his length as his hand clasps my throat as I cover his cock in my release. His moan filling the air as the twitches inside of me, coating my walls with his cum. George stays inside me as our lips move against each other.

“I love you, so much.” 

“I love you.” 

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[seongsangi]

your girl calls me daddy too

pairing: johnny x reader

summary: the story of getting involved with your professor/classmate's dad 👀

word count: 4.5k

warnings: professor!johnny, dilf!johnny, daddy/sir kink, age gap bc johnny is older in this fic (reader is 21+, we dont do that barely legal just turned 18 shit) straight up smut, that's all we do on this blog

author's note: this took me from 8 pm to 4 am to write. idk if that's fast or not compared to some people but bitch... that's a record for me!

another note: idk if anyone's wondering but johnny is a single dad in this, no cheating or infidelity involved!

No one knows about your relationship with Johnny Suh, certainly not your family or friends, and certainly not his son who is in the same biology course as you this semester. The secret is kept strictly between the two of you, the thrill of hiding it making it that much more exciting.

The relationship began with him being your chemistry professor. The brief glances, lingering touches, and frequent visits during office hours became too much for either of you to deny the attraction. It felt so wrong, the professor-student affair being too much of a cliché that you were hesitant to follow through with it. But after a particular session discussing the assigned homework, you both realized it was now too late to go back.

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“Professor, why are you looking at me like that?” you fiddle with your pen in your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted.” Mr. Suh lets his eyes trail down your figure, eyeing the neckline of your dress that reveals just enough to get his imagination going. He’s thinking about the way you waltzed in here with that damn sundress on, the way you bite your lip when you’re confused on a reaction mechanism, the way your innocent eyes look up at him when he’s explaining the concept. He feels foolish, unable to focus on your question when you’re sitting across from him looking like that, the dress hugging your figure in all the right ways.

“Should I come back another time?”

Mr. Suh clears his throat, giving you another glance up and down before collecting himself. “No, no, I promise I’m fine. Let me check your work right quick.” You hand him the paper, watching as he leans back in his chair examining the mechanism you drew. You let your eyes do the same thing to him as he did to you, taking in the long sleeve black shirt he wore today that hugs his biceps almost too well. It has your hands itching to feel them under your fingers, to take the shirt off and see him in all his glory. Your eyes roam his face, the sharp features drawing you in. You imagine his plump lips doing things to your body that are sure to take your breath away.

He does not fail to notice your lingering stare, or the way you’re fidgeting in your chair. He pulls the sleeves of his shirt up his forearm and grabs his pen, leaning in to show you where you went wrong. As he’s explaining, you lean in too, your perfume filling his senses. You can’t seem to focus on what he’s saying, too busy tracing the veins along his arms and hands. Oh, how they would feel wrapped around your – okay, bitch you have got to chill.

“Miss Y/N, is something the matter?” The way your name rolls off his tongue has you swooning, the added ‘miss’ making your tummy flutter.

You feel your body temperature rising with each second, fiddling with your hands in your lap, your mind going crazy with impure thoughts. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “Uh, I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Mr. Suh notices your attention is elsewhere, setting his pen down and looking you directly in the eye, making you feel tiny under his intense gaze.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game.”

The statement catches you off guard, your cheeks immediately getting hot. “I- I don’t know, wha- what do you mean?” you stutter, which he finds endearing seeing you all flushed.

“Let’s not act like we don’t know where your mind is at,” he sees right through you. “Cause I’ll be honest, I’m right there with you.” His voice drops a couple octaves, sending a wave of arousal through you at the sound of it. Oh fuck, is this really happening right now?

Your breath gets caught in your throat, unable to respond. What the fuck do you even say to that? Mr. Suh gets out of his chair, his long legs coming around the desk and standing in front of you. He leans down real close to your face, bracing himself on the arm rests of the chair you’re in, effectively caging you in. If you thought you were getting warm before, you’re on the verge of burning up now. He’s smirking down at you, enjoying just how riled up you’re getting.

“Are you gonna tell me you haven’t been thinking of things other than chemistry during our meeting?” He cocks his head to the side, challenging you with a tease in his words.

“Um, professor, I don’t think we should be doing this…” you trail, glancing at the closed door behind you. His face is too close for comfort, looking anywhere but at him.

“Then tell me to stop,” his lips now ghosting your neck, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. He’s watching your chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. Every fiber in your being is telling you this is wrong on so many levels, but it’s making your body tingle in a way you can’t ignore. You’ve been thinking about him and it’s obvious he has been too, what’s stopping you from going further? You open your mouth to say something, but you can’t find any words to say, nothing to let him know you don’t want this.

“You have to tell me you want it then,” he pulls back from you slightly, waiting for your confirmation. If you don’t explicitly say yes, then he won’t push it any further.

You can’t take this any more, sitting up straight and saying “I want it” in one breath before crashing your lips against his. There’s no taking this back, you tell yourself as you let him take control. You sigh into the kiss, his lips feel so right against yours, letting the lust cloud your mind. He cups the side of your face, pulling you up by your waist to get a better angle to devour your lips. His hips push you against the desk, lifting you slightly to sit on the edge. Your hands bunch up his shirt, pulling him even closer to you. He bites your bottom lip as he pulls away, searching your face for any sign of regret. Instead, he’s met with your blown out expression, needy eyes asking for more.

Mr. Suh shakes his head in disbelief, almost chuckling. “You don’t know what you do to me, miss Y/N.” You love it when he calls you that. He steps back, turning around to lock the door. The sound of the lock only fuels your excitement, eager to see what he’ll do next. Your hands grip the edge of the desk as Mr. Suh stalks towards you, like a predator eyeing his prey. Oh, how you want him to eat you up right now. Your thighs press together at the thought, a movement he quickly notices.

His hands trail up the side of your thighs before resting on the curve of your ass. The fabric is soft to the touch but he bets your skin is softer. “What are you thinking of, you naughty girl?” His lips are back on you, letting your head fall to the side as he peppers kisses along your neck. “Just thinking about you,” you pant.

“I know that much. What do you want me to do, hmm?” he presses further.

“Anything you want,” falling further under his spell. He groans in your ear, ready and willing to take advantage of your submission. It’s more like you’ve got him under your spell. He knows this is wrong on a professional level, but fuck that right now.

“Turn around,” twisting your body before you can even do it yourself. His touch makes you so dizzy, bracing your hands on the homework assignment that has long been forgotten. He kisses your shoulder, pressing close to your backside as he admires you from behind, the dress doing wonders to accentuate your curves.

“You look so good in this dress doll,” kneading your ass in his hands. He gives it a tame slap, not wanting to be too rough since there are still other offices around his. “But I bet you’d look even better with it off.” The wetness in your panties is becoming unbearable, desperate for him to touch you where you need him.

“Touch me please,” your sweet voice begging him is more than enough for him to comply. He bunches your dress up over your waist to expose your soft skin, the thin panties you’re wearing showcasing your wet spot off clearly. His pants are getting incredibly tight, blood rushing to his member with each second. He lifts your right knee to rest it on the desk, trailing his fingers over the thin fabric.

“Right here?” he slides his fingers up and down your center, earning a shudder from you.

“Or here?” pulling your panties to the side and coating his fingers in your arousal. You let out an audible moan when he finds your clit, which prompts him to clamp his hand over your mouth. He cranes your head back to look you in your eyes, his hand still rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

“You’ll have to be quiet or else I’ll stop. Can’t have anyone around us hearing you.” You nod in understanding, eyes fluttering shut as two of his fingers slide into you with ease. You arch your back a bit more, pushing your hips further into his hand. It’s a good thing his hand is still covering your mouth because you can’t help your moans when his fingers are drilling into you so fast.

“You’re taking my fingers so well doll,” he’s gonna drive you insane with that nickname. You turn your head to get a better look at him, watching him part his lips as he watches his fingers disappear in and out of your core.

He slides a third finger in and you want to scream, the stretch makes you feel so full. You’re soaked now, the lewd sounds of your wetness making you feel self-conscious. Just then, his office phone rings. You gasp, looking at him with wide eyes. He lets go of your mouth but doesn’t pull his fingers out of you, pumping them in even as he reaches for the phone. You try to stay as quiet as you can with his fingers still working your core.

“Hello, this is Johnny Suh.” He looks you dead in the eye, telling you you better shut up without verbally saying anything.

“Ah, Jaehyun, what can I do for you?” Your legs buckle when he hits that spot, almost letting out a yelp. He shoots you another glare, pulling his fingers out and shoving them in your mouth to keep you quiet. He sets the phone down for a second, leaning in to your ear. “Play with yourself while I take this call. And shut up, I mean it.”

You can taste yourself on his fingers, the whole thing making you feel so filthy. Your hand reaches down to your core, rubbing yourself slowly as Mr. Suh picks the phone up again. You lick him clean, getting your own fingers wet now with your slick. He’s listening to the other person on the line but paying close attention to your hand in between your thighs. He likes watching you play with yourself, getting off on the thought of him.

“Okay, all that sounds great. Send me an email of the template and I’ll check it out. I’m with a student right now, so can I call you back later?”

When he finally gets off the phone, he shoves his fingers further into your mouth, almost making you choke on them. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? You couldn’t even do that?” You’re so worked up, you can feel your high approaching and you just want him to help you reach it.

You grab his wrist, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. “I’m so close,” bringing his hand back to your core.

“You want to cum? Beg for it,” he doesn’t make a move to touch you.

“Please sir, I wanna cum on your fingers, please please.” You stroke his arm gently, pleading with your eyes, anything for him to touch you again. How could he say no when you’re looking at him like that?

He tells you to turn around to face him, holding your leg against his waist. He watches your face contort in pleasure as he gives you what you want, rubbing yourself at the same time to chase your high. You try to keep your voice to a minimum, your sweet moans fueling him on. If his fingers feel this good in you, you can’t even imagine what else he’s got in store for you.

“Fuuuck, sir I’m cumming,” you cry weakly, closing your eyes and clenching around his fingers as you finally get that release. The sight of you coming undone on his hand is almost enough to take you right then and there, but he holds himself back. Your hand grips his wrist tightly, but he doesn’t stop pumping in and out of you until you open your eyes, worried he’s gonna try to get another one out of you so soon.

He finally stops, taking the chance to taste yourself by licking his own fingers clean. God, you thought sucking his fingers was hot, this is even better. He loves the taste of you, already craving more. Mr. Suh runs his hand along your inner thighs, taking a mental image of the sight of you spread open for him on his desk.

“Miss Y/N, I think it’s safe to say that we should keep this a secret between us.”

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And that’s how your intimate relationship with your professor began. You’ve been in his office so many times after that, you’ve lost count, letting him take you on every inch of that desk. Before, during, and after office hours, you both crave each other’s touch. You know to keep your time together to a minimum though. You can’t be coming into his office whenever you want, or else it would start to get suspicious. Sometimes you catch yourself stealing glances at his son in biology class, wondering if he has even the slightest idea of what’s going on between you and Mr. Suh.

One day, when he’s at the front of the class teaching, all you can think about is his lips on you as he takes you from behind, whispering in your ear how dirty you are for letting him fuck you before class started. By the end of class, he passes the homework back out. You see a note written in red at the bottom of your paper.

127 Paradise Lane tomorrow 7 pm

It doesn’t take a genius to know what that means or what it entails. You quickly put your homework in your backpack before any curious eyes can see what’s written on it. You look up to see him steal a glance at you, making sure you got his note. Neither of you say anything as you walk out of class.

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When you get to his house the next night, he welcomes you in with a warm smile, which quickly turns devious as he shoves you against the door immediately after closing it, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You grab hold of his shirt as his hands roam your body, pulling him as close as you can. His hard bulge presses against your stomach, thoughts already wandering to how mind blowing his impressive length will feel in you. You want him, but one questions prods at your mind, pulling away from his lips slightly.

“Sir, what about your son? Is he gonna be home tonight?” You feel weird in your classmate’s house, but the fact that you’re about to fuck his dad as you’ve done plenty of times before is more overwhelming than your qualms about being here.

“He’s out of town with his friends,” running his hand up your back before grabbing your hair, pulling your head back so fast it surprises you. His breath is warm against your lips, “And when you’re in my house, it’s daddy.” You’re so used to calling him sir, knowing it turns him on but the new name in this new setting makes your insides tingle. You can’t hold back your smile, giving him your best “yes, daddy” to appease him.

Mr. Suh leads you to his bedroom, the king sized bed hitting your back as he throws you down. He towers over you, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. You sit up on your elbows, rubbing your thighs together as you eat up the man before you with your eyes. With each button that comes undone, you get more and more excited. He’s watching you intently, thinking of all the ways he’s going to ruin you tonight. He looks delectable with his shirt off, licking your lips at the sight of his well built figure.

“You’re gonna start drooling soon,” he teases, walking to his closet and pulling out one of his many ties. Whatever he’s thinking of doing with that, you have absolutely no complaints. You bite your lip in anticipation as he kneels on the bed, securing the tie around your neck into a makeshift collar. “Is this okay with you?”

You nod your head, but he pulls on the tie quickly, taking your breath away. “Use your words.”

“Yes, it’s ok,” you choke out. He doesn’t let up, asking instead, “Yes what?”

You’re gushing already, the control he has over you making your head spin. “Yes daddy,” you can barely get the two words out. He lets the tie go slack, coughing a bit at the sudden attack. His hand cups your face, “Sorry was that too much?” You nuzzle your cheek into his hand, telling him you loved it.

And that’s what he loves about you, that you take anything he gives you and enjoy every bit of it. You’re too much for him. He sits with his back against the headboard, tugging your arm to straddle him. “Did you wear this little dress for me?” his hands are sliding up and down your thighs, bringing out the goosebumps on your skin. You brace your hands on his chest, moving your hips against his jeans. The friction against your clit is oh so good and feels even better when he flexes his thigh after seeing your movements.

“You should see what I’m wearing underneath,” tugging the hem of your dress over your body, revealing your choice in white lingerie underneath, the color making you look angelic but is a stark contrast to the sinful things that are about to happen.

“Miss Y/N, what am I gonna do with you?” he asks as you pick up the pace of your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. He lets you do what you want to him, encouraging your hips to move faster. Your small whimpers in his ear tell him you’re enjoying yourself, using his thigh to get off. You know not to leave any visible marks, opting for further down his chest to leave hickeys. His jeans feel so good against your core, finding more pleasure in riding his thigh than you thought, but it’s still not enough. “Want you to fuck me,” you moan breathlessly, pushing your chest into his face as you find that perfect spot to keep grinding against.

He hungrily pulls your bra down, attaching his lips to your hard nipple as he rolls the other one between his fingers. Your skin is so soft, he could bury his face in your tits all night. He leaves his own hickeys on your chest, admiring his work as he puts your bra back in place.

“Keep the lingerie on.” He pulls you down by the tie again, kissing you fervently as you fumble with his jeans. You get down on your knees, taking his clothes off so that he’s naked before you. His rock-hard member slaps against his stomach when you pull his pants off. You flatten your tongue against his member, locking eyes with him as you lick him from the base to the tip. You take him in your mouth, using your hands to fondle his balls to add to his pleasure. Using your tongue as much as you can to get him wet, you take him as far as your throat allows.

“You look so good with my dick in your mouth,” grabbing your hair and bobbing your head up and down on him. You let him use your mouth, parting his lips at the feeling of your warm tongue. When he lets go of your hair, you release him with a pop, sliding your hand along his length. “I bet I look even better with it in m—” you can’t even finish your sentence as he grabs you by the chin, shutting you up.

“I knew you’d say some shit like that. Why don’t you be a good girl and come ride this dick then?” He shoves your face away, but the roughness only turns you on even more. You straddle his hips, his hand pulling your lace panties to the side as you position him at your entrance. Both of you gasp as you sink down on him, the stretch quickly filling you up, your tight walls clamping against him.

“Fuck daddy, feels so good,” you whine. When he’s all the way in, you lean back on your hands in the cowgirl position, giving him the best view of where your bodies are connected. You feel so exposed in this position, but he can’t keep his eyes off your core as you move your hips, which makes you feel powerful under his glare. You know he loves it just as much as you do, giving him a show as you ride him.

A thought comes into your head, pulling out but quickly turning around so that your backside is facing him. You slide down on him again, his hands gripping your waist. You can move your hips faster in this position, setting a quick pace and slamming your hips against his. He’s lost in the way your ass bounces on top him. You let out a loud whine when his hand lands a hard slap on your ass cheek.

“I can’t do that when we’re in my office,” he lands another one to the same cheek, “but now I can.” He wants to see you red with his handprints, enjoying your little yelps at the sting. You clench around him each time he spanks you, doing so particularly hard but you can’t deny that you like the pain. By the last spank, your ass is on fire, but his large hands smoothing over them soon makes you forget about the pain.

Suddenly, you’re being yanked back by your hair, thrown on your side as he spoons you. Lifting one of your legs up, he slides into you from behind. The new position introduces a new angle for him to fuck you. “Oh shit, fuck, oh my god,” you can only curse as he abuses your core deliciously. Instead of using the tie, he wraps his hand around your throat to choke you. You grip his forearm, letting him use your body to his content.

“Your pussy is so good baby,” he growls in your ear. “So tight, so wet, I could fuck you all night. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You mumble incoherently as a response, too gone in the pleasure he’s sending throughout your body. You let out a choked scream as his hand that’s holding your leg up finds your sensitive nub, bringing you closer to the edge as he tells you how much he loves fucking you. Your legs shake as the pleasure overwhelms you, but he holds you close to keep you from going too far.

“Don’t run away, I know you can take it doll.”

“Daddy please,” you beg shamelessly but you don’t even know what you’re begging for. You want him to keep ravaging you, but you physically don’t know if you can keep up.

Mr. Suh makes the decision for you, pulling out of you to stand at the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles, dragging your body towards him. He holds your legs together, pushing them towards your chest. He slides right back in, wasting no time in fucking you again. He loves watching his dick slide in and out of you, loves hearing you moan his name, loves how tight you get for him. You let your legs fall open, sitting up on your elbows to watch him fuck you. There’s something insanely hot about watching you take every inch of him, you can see why he enjoys it so much.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, which makes him grab handfuls of your tits, pinching your nipples. “Baby, can I take a video of you? I won’t get your face in it, you just look so good in this lingerie right now.” You nod, feeling a surge of confidence at his words. He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, opening the camera and pressing record. He slows his thrusts, sliding into you slowly to show off how wet you are. The camera pans to your bra, giving them a squeeze for the video. He shoves your hand away, pulling your breasts out of your bra. He tugs on the tie, making sure not to get your face but still showing your makeshift collar off.

Without warning, he speeds his hips up again, earning a cry from you before ending the video and throwing his phone on the bed. He’s so riled up, he just wants to use you to finish. “You gonna cum for me daddy?” God, he loves hearing you beg for him. You sound so sweet saying the dirtiest things. “Cum for me please, I want it so bad, want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Oh shit baby,” he pulls out quickly, grabbing your hair and shoving himself in your mouth, his warm release all on your tongue. You swallow every last drop, sucking him off as he groans at the slight overstimulation.

He takes a second to catch his breath, noticing your not so innocent eyes looking up at him eagerly. A playful smile spreads across your face and he knows that look all too well.

You’re insatiable.

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The next semester, you’re moving into a new dorm. Your parents are here to help you move everything in. You notice Mr. Suh’s son moving into the same dorm, looking around for a glimpse of him. He’s carrying a box of things from the car to the front entrance, stopping you for a quick “hello Miss Y/N, how was your break?”

He looks behind you, asking if those are your parents. “Maybe I should say something to them.”

“What are you gonna say?”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe something like: your girl calls me daddy too,” he jokes as you storm off, cheeks flushing red.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #johnny smut #nct johnny #nct johnny smut

[hoshiwhxre]

Hi! Nice to see another Rui on here ⭐ so I am a whole ass simp for Yongha and I'm wondering if you could write something with the line “We can’t do that here!” Thank you!

❥ yongha : fingers on marble.

pairing: fwb!yongha × fem!reader

type: smut, short fic

description: during a hot summer day relaxing with friends, yongha can't resist how pretty you look in that bikini he bought you - so he takes it upon himself to examine the pattern a little closer: with your hands against the marble side and his dick buried inside of you, unbeknownst to the friends outside.

warnings: exhibitionism!kink, degradat!on, unprotected!sex, cum!inside reader, clit!stim, humiliation!kink, dom!yongha

a/n: my bias my baby ofc u can😫i hope this is okay🥺this concept was hot in my head i hope i delivered-

His hips pressed intimately against your own, a single arm reaching past your frozen torso. You felt the cool air of his shallow breath passing over the nape of your neck, his lips resting close to your ear.

"I just want another drink," Yongha purred.

You watched his long fingers stretch around the body of a coke can, lingering for a few moments to bask in your adorable fluster.

"Having fun?" he breathed, "everyone else seems to be."

Glancing out of the window, you flashed your friends an unsteady smile. They couldn't see the hardened bump pushed to your ass, or Yongha's free hand beginning to lower down your side. They were ignorant to the fire burning through your core, each seductive touch making you weak at the knees.

"Y-Yongha," you croaked, "what are you doing? We can't do that here."

Curling beneath the hem of your bikini bottoms, Yongha kept his eyes on the view outside. Your friends were caught up in their own conversations, basking in the sun's golden heat. Nobody was paying attention to the happenings of the kitchen.

"They won't know," Yongha hummed, "they're not even looking at us."

"I-If they find out..." your lids fell shut, stifling a gasp as his fingers stretched beneath the thin material.

"So what if they do?" Yongha chuckled, marking soft kisses down the trail of your neck, "I can't resist you, not when you look this good. It looks so pretty on you, I just want to fuck you in it..."

You were melting, like an ice cube. His lips, his voice, his touch, they were all so intoxicating.

"Mhm, I-I don't know," the crack in your voice gave you away, and Yongha laughed.

"My pathetic little slut can barely even pretend," he paused, smirking, "do you think you'll be able to control yourself while I fuck you? Right here, right now?"

His fingertips teased the folds of your pussy, wiping through it's seeping arousal, holding off from entering just yet. You were growing dazed, judgement clouded by his addictive persuasion.

"I can try," you whispered, head rolling forward, "if you promise to cum inside."

"Oh?" suddenly dropping the can, Yongha's hand fell to your hip with a low growl, "shall I fill you up? Hm? Does my pretty pup want my cum to fill you up?"

Your palms drove into the cool marble, hips rocking against it's hard edge, desperately.

"Yes, sir," you whined.

Yongha wasted not a moment more, releasing the bikini from your pussy immediately. Cold air hit it's sensitive skin, and your thighs pressed shut, attempting to hold in the dripping pool of steaming slick.

"Wet already..." Yongha drawled, two digits finally gliding between your folds. As his pads stimulated a raw pleasure from your exposed clit, you jerked abruptly. Drawing slow circles into the depths of it's ball, you were hit with a sharp, tingling sensation like no other - and you moaned, loudly.

"No, no," Yongha hissed, "keep quiet, whore, you wouldn't want to hear us, would you?"

You sucked in a gulp of air, attempting to bear the magnificent feelings that made you want to cry out. His hand left your hip, and you sensed his shorts rustle against you, biting your lip as he freed himself quickly.

"Ready, doll?"

Shivering with anticipation, you gave an eager nod, and pushed your hips back obediently.

"Desperate slut," Yongha tutted, allowing you to feel the tip of his cock swiping through your folds, "isn't it sweet how wet I make you, hm? You really can't help yourself around me, can you?"

The head of his cock centering to your entrance, Yongha tapped once on small of your back, signalling he was about to enter. Your eyes rolled up, as his length travelled gradually, inch-by-inch, into you. Walls clenching immediately around him, you felt the detail of his veins dragging through, adjusting to his increasing size. The thrusts began slow, steady, warming you up and getting you used to this unknown, unusual situation. A part of you, deep down, remained tense with the possibility of being caught by your friends - but Yongha's deep strokes, and electric touch, soon relaxed you.

"You look so pretty, taking me cock like an obedient little pup," Yongha grunted, pressing his chest to your back, and deepening his reach within you, "I bet it makes a good show for everyone out there."

You whimpered, weakly, as his cock drove a little harder into your guts.

"They'd see how needy I am for you," you croaked, "how well you're fucking me..."

Yongha resisted the temptation to grab your jaw, to spit in your mouth and tell you to scream his name. He wanted so badly to make a mess out of you, for the others to see that you're his, he owns you.

But he couldn't. For you; not just yet.

"Keep your eyes ahead, angel," Yongha sneered, "try not to look so obvious."

Easier said than done. His thrusts picked up pace, his hips suddenly driving into you with an aggressive intensity. Your own bones were slamming against the hard, marble edge, sure to leave marks that would last for days. But you didn't mind the pain - you enjoyed it. The way his cock curled into the depths of your core, probing at unimaginable places of pleasure, was enough to make you comply to his every whim. He knew how to fuck you well, how to make you feel good - he was used to what your body needed.

"D-Don't stop," you rested your weight into your palms, "oh God, Yongha-"

You were trying so hard to control your face, to not let it show how insanely amazing it all felt.

"Oh, do you like that, baby?" Yongha groaned, "what if someone saw us? What if Daehyeon walked in...should I ask him to come join us? Would you like that, slut? Huh? Would you like it if they all stood and watched me make a pathetic fucking mess out of you? Answer me, bitch."

You stifled a scream, as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, allowing his hips to pistol at a greater speed into you.

"N-No, Yongha, oh fuck-" moans were falling from your melted lips, "j-just yours-"

Yongha's head rolled back, with a satisfied smirk.

"That's right," he tutted, "all mine."

His words made you squeeze around his cock, lids screwing shut to savour the hot moment. It was growing more difficult to contain yourself, wanting to chant his name loud enough for the Gods to hear. His cock pummelled into you ruthlessly, and his lips skimmed the nape of your neck, teasing it's oh-so-sensitive skin.

You could feel yourself being fucked into a fast-approaching orgasm, and your yearning limbs twitched beneath his searing body. He was panting against you, heavy breath indicating he was almost as close as you.

You barely had the energy to announce it, his cock driving air from your tight lungs. Knots built in your core faster than you could acknowledge, and they twisted and pulsed like tiny heart beats running through your veins. It was warm, golden, it felt too good to be true no matter how many times he'd made you cum in past. The way it consumed your entire being, your soul, your mind, it spilled through your contracting muscles like an ocean of pure, uncensored euphoria.

You almost collapsed against the side with it's power, eyes stretching behind your head uncontrollably. Yet, Yongha continued, thrusts chasing his own orgasm feverishly. Just as you had tightened around him, Yongha's cock throbbed between your walls - a sign he was soon reaching the highest point. He pushed out a gravely groan, as his hips began to falter, the strong pleasure obviously taking over his body.

"F-Fuck-" Yongha hissed, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips slammed his cock still deep inside your guts. Your lips twitched, feeling strings of warm cum spill heavily into your sore pussy. For a moment, the both of you remained there, basking in heated, sweaty satisfaction, before Yongha breathlessly pulled out. He reached down, and gently tugged your bikini back to your hips, just as his thick cum began to seep out.

"When you go back out," he murmured in your ear, "try not to let them see the cum stains on your thighs...it's everywhere, princess."

#yongha smut #yoo yongha smut #wei smut #wei yongha smut #yongha imagine #yoo yongha imagine #wei imagine #wei yongha imagine #1the9 smut

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 11.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Maya Jump Scares (My Fave!), Sweet Yoongi, Talks of BDSM, Mentions of Hard and Soft Limits, Sexual Teasing, Introducing OC to BDSM, Kissing, Panty Kink, Use Of The Color System, Bondage, Training Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Breast Play, Degradation (Slut), Squirting, Mentions of Lactation Kink, Yoongi Cries, Pet Names, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Embarrassed Yoongi

A/N: Good luck. I'm fucking DEAD. Always a shout out to the greats @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna

Yoongi probably hasn't slept this well in a long time. Probably since he was a kid.

It's difficult for him to rouse from his slumber. It's comforting to feel your limbs contorting around his. He can feel himself drooling on your pillow distantly.

Everything feels like a dream right now. 

He can feel your head laying on his arm. His hand is pressed to your stomach still and he feels such peace.

Opening his eyes, he can make out the chandelier on the ceiling. The daylight rays that bleed through the window bounce off of the Swarovski crystals that hang and they sprinkle the walls and ceilings with rainbow lights.

He would have never noticed these things before. Did last night change something in him? 

Looking around the room, he jumps at the sight of Maya as she leans against the marble wall.

He sighs loudly, his hand running through his hair as his heart beats rapidly.

"What?!" he mouths to her.

Looking over at you, he brushes some hair off of your sleeping face. The baby must be making you so tired.

You did work hard last night on the delicious dinner you made. That might tire you out too.

Maya raises her eyebrows at the both of you in bed.

You groan at the light that now shines on your face since your hair has been moved.

Throwing your body over Yoongis' with a whine, he shushes you gently on instinct.

"Go back to sleep, little dove. You're alright." he whispers gently.

"It's twelve o'clock." Maya mouths to him, holding up his Rolex watch.

He's late for work.

Looking down at you, he watches how peaceful you are in your sleep.

He doesn't care about work. He's perfectly content where he is. 

He flicks his hand, telling the woman who is like his mother to go away. 

With a smile, she bows her head. "Sir."

"Yoongi?" your voice is laden with sleep.

He finds himself smirking as you whisper his voice.

"Right here. I didn't leave," he promises as you pick your head up off of his arm.

"I slept like a brick," you mumble.

Chucking to himself, Yoongi can only agree.

"Me too. I'm late for work." he jeers.

You sit up quickly, eyes roaming the room before finding the digital clock by the bed.

"It's twelve! You're so late!" you gasp loudly.

"It's okay, I'm the boss, little dove."

"That's not a good excuse," you jeer, shoving his shoulder with a laugh.

He finds himself chuckling as he lays back down on the pillow. "I can work from home."

You pout at him, combing your hair over your shoulder as you sit up against the headboard.

"I haven't been up to the third floor, yet." you admit, stretching your limbs to a satisfying degree.

"I can show you what's up there. Maybe after we eat some brunch," the father of your child suggests, laying back down on the pillow.

"I'd like that," you reply, warmly.

Last night, you discovered so much about the man lying beside you. You could never imagine how hard his life has been. It's really a shame. 

But, there are times you find his sweet side peeking out. And you decide to focus on those instances from now on instead of the others.

He deserves it. 

You deserve it.

"Why haven't you made yourself at home?" Yoongi asks, gently.

Looking around the room, you notice the cardboard boxes of paintings and stuffed animals. Small little knick knacks piled up without a place to go.

Humming unsurely, you look around the room. "I just didn't feel like my stuff was good enough to put in here maybe? I didn't really feel the need to do it." you reply with a shrug.

Yoongi scoffs gently as he stands, twisting his back with a groan. The sounds of his bones cracking echo throughout the large room and you smirk as he walks over to the boxes.

You watch his legs contort and flex through his briefs and the image of his pert backside makes an eyebrow raise.

He is really good looking.

Picking up a stuffed red panda, he tilts his head at the cuteness. His eyes look down into the box and he notices just how many stuffed animals you have.

"Jesus, why do you have so many?" he asks with a laugh, continuously picking up some of the toys big and small.

Sitting up to look past him, you giggle.

"Every year during the Fall Festival, I get at least two. Their fun to get! Makes fun memories!" you reply happily as you stand up.

"You can remember every single memory for each stuffed animal?!" he sounds bewildered and it makes you laugh.

"Of course!"

"No fucking way!" he jeers.

Stepping beside him, you watch as he rifles through the box.

Pulling out a panda at the bottom of the box, he hands it to you.

"What memory is that, smarty pants?" he quips, leaning against the glass door to your balcony.

Your lips purse as you stare down at it.

"Well this is Yukhoe, I got him at the fair… seven years ago, I think? I won him for getting the most consecutive balls in the one thousand point hole during skeeball."

"Bullshit!" Yoongi cries with a laugh.

His laugh is so pretty. Even the gummy smile he gives you is heart stuttering.

"I'm serious!" you reply, shoving him gently with your hand.

He snorts loudly, rolling his eyes as he folds his arms.

"You should put them up if you have so many memories," he insists looking around the room.

You hum unsurely, placing the toy down to grab at your stomach.

"Or maybe you can put them in the babies' room? That'd be nice," Yoongi mumbles absentmindedly.

You find yourself smirking even amidst your morning sickness. He's being so kind. It's making butterflies appear when you thought it could never happen.

Finally, he looks back down at you. He notices how you clutch onto your stomach, how you lean against the armchair for support. 

"You feel sick?" he takes it upon himself to tie your hair up without argument.

"Just a little," you reply.

Helping you sit down, he crouches beside the chair. He rubs slow, soothing circles to your back as you rest your elbows on your knees.

"It'll go away," you promise. 

"I know, little dove. Sesame gremlin is really molding your body to how it sees fit," the CEO whispers.

Your heart feels warm as he speaks such kind words.

"You remembered," you whisper in awe, turning your head to look at him.

He smirks, furrowing his eyebrows. "I remembered? That you called it a sesame gremlin?"

You nod happily as he chuckles.

"That's our baby name for now, why would I forget that?" he asks, confused.

"Just didn't think you cared that much," you reply, the nausea starting to ebb away.

"Oh, I care. It's just hard for me to show it sometimes… Most of the time." he whispers, brushing some stray hairs away from your cheek.

You hum sweetly, a noise that fills the man beside you with glee.

"I feel a little better," you whisper, sitting back up.

"Good. Let's go get you some water and food, hmm?" he asks softly, helping you stand.

Watching you walk away to the bathroom, Yoongi can only describe this past encounter as comfortable. It just seems right. It feels domestic and warm. 

It feels so perfectly his.

"Frederic, that was amazing!" you say, setting down your fork.

The chef looks up at you from the pan, a wide smile set on his face.

"Madame. You flatter me. I am just your humble serviteur," the man says, bowing to you.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a chuckle. 

It didn't take long for him to call his office and tell them that he would be working from home. But, it was just long enough for him to begin missing you while you were in the shower.

He's starting to become attached to you. He's only ever felt attached to Maya. 

"You have to go work, right?" you ask him as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

He nods slowly, picking up his coffee while turning to you.

"Yeah, just gotta go over a few documents. You can come up with me though, if you want to. Bring a book or something?" he sounds shy as he asks you.

Not too long ago, that question would have made you feel uncomfortable. But now, you're more than content with agreeing.

"Sure, I'm almost done with a book I took from the library," you reply as he helps you down from the stool.

"What book are you reading?" he finds himself asking, his arm extends, politely telling you to walk first before him.

"Atlas Shrugged," you reply, ascending the stairs.

The prospect of you reading such a large book makes him impressed.

"When did you start reading the book?" he inquires softly, the both of you landing on the second floor.

"Two days ago," you say, walking towards your studio to grab the book.

"You're almost finished with a one thousand page book in two days?!" his voice is filled with awe as you pick up the hardcover book.

Turning to him, you press the book to your chest with a smile. "Well yeah, it's a great book."

His lips purse, seeming impressed. "Well goddamn, you're an enigma aren't you, little dove?" 

 The third floor is perfectly grandiose. There are small cases filled with what seem to be heirlooms lining the marble walls. 

"No one really comes up here." Yoongi explains as you walk through the large hallway.

The two wings at the top seem to be filled with crates and boxes. There are white sheets that cover many pieces of furniture and at night you would hate to be up here. It seems like it would be creepy and daunting.

"Most pieces of furniture and the art and statues in the crates haven't been added down to the museum wings, yet. I just leave them up here." Yoongi says as you wade through them all.

"So interesting," you quip, lifting a white sheet to look at the pretty furniture beneath it.

"Kinda creepy." Yoongi says, folding his arms.

You hate to admit it but you nod along with his words.

"Just a little," you reply with a giggle.

"Come," he whispers softly.

As you continue back to the main hallway, you feel his hand on your lower back once more and it fills you with a sense of calm. 

He's getting good at that these days.

"This is my office," he says, opening up the double doors.

Everything in this room is pristine and you can tell that it's never been used before last week.

As you go to step inside, your feet linger as a black door down the hallway catches your attention.

"What's that room?" you ask, curiously.

Your feet taking off without you.

"Oh, little dove! Wait!" Yoongi cries out as you step in front of the door.

It has a fingerprint key to it. Seems secretive.

"This is just a room of my hobbies and stuff," he sounds absolutely embarrassed.

His hand rubs at the back of his neck and you notice how his irises shake with nerves, looking from the room and then back to you.

"Show me," you whisper as he leans against the wall.

He hums unsurely. 

You sound so excited about it. 

"It's really not for you to see." he replies.

Frowning, you tug on the door handle which gives no reaction.

"Come on. It can't be that bad. Unless, you have dead bodies in here," you joke.

Rolling his eyes, he sighs gently. He doesn't want to see you frown. So, against his better judgement -- he puts his thumb on the fingerprint scanner. The noise echoes throughout the silent floor and he clears his throat awkwardly.

"It's a BDSM room. I've never used it though," he says quickly, opening up the door.

"Whoa," you whisper as the room is opened up to you.

Automatic lights turn on as you step inside. 

The walls are all black marble and the large bed that sits at the far end of the room is mocha brown. 

You can tell the sheets are satin and luxurious even from far away. 

But, the main thing that catches your attention is the multitude of cabinets and drawers that line the walls almost artistically.

Yoongi watches you with nervous eyes. He watches how you run your hand over the wooden fixtures that line the walls.

"What's this?" you find yourself asking.

You point to a large black X figure that is attached to the wall.

The CEO rubs his hands together nervously, pushing himself off of the door frame to walk closer.

"It's an X cross. You hop on these footrests and you get shackled to it," he sounds uncomfortable as he speaks.

"Cool." you reply, setting down the book to hop on.

"Whoa! No! You're pregnant, be careful!" he whines, putting his hands on your rib cage to keep you up against the cross.

"So? Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm broken," you quip, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"Little dove," he admonishes softly.

He looks up at you on the cross and the dirtiest things begin to flit through his mind.

Imagining you naked, with your hands and feet shackled to the cross. Seemingly incapacitated as he strokes your pretty pussy. 

What would it be like if your belly was bigger? He'd be able to rub--

"Get down," he begs.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off of the cross.

"You're no fun," you quip, walking around him to the wall of riding crops and canes.

"I am fun!" he retorts, folding his arms once more.

"What's this?" you ask softly, your fingers running through the multitude of leather strands that hang from the top.

"It's a flogger," the father of your child mumbles through gritted teeth.

He sighs softly as you pull it off the wall.

Rearing back, you snap the flogger to your hand and your palm sings with the devilish sting.

"Ow," you whisper softly.

Yoongi watches your eyebrows contort in pain and he's quick to rip the toy from your grasp. It tugs at his heart.

"Stop. You're going to hurt yourself," he admonishes, once more.

The way he speaks, even if it's supposed to come out gruff and annoyed, it just sounds caring and worried. Which is why you're perfectly okay with continuing along with your nosy inquiries.

"Do you like to flog people? Or hit them with this?" you ask, taking a large, thick cane off of the wall.

The way he sighs, it makes you smirk.

"Depends on the situation. How bratty the sub is being," he throws the word bratty right at you and it makes you smile.

"So would you be caning me or?" you quip as you turn to him.

His tongue licks at his lips at the prospect of it.

"I would be fucking wrecking you until you're begging," he mumbles, pulling the thick cane out of your hand.

"So let's play," you whine, tugging his hand over to the bed.

His eyes flutter shut and it takes all of his inner strength to pull away from you.

"You're pregnant. Stop it," he chides, hanging the toys back on their appointed shelves.

"No fun," you mumble, sitting down on the bed.

The bed hugs you comfortingly and you hum in appreciation laying back.

Turning to you, the father of your child watches as your shirt rides up. He can see the small little bump beginning to form and he clenches his teeth at the sight.

"I have to work," he reminds you, watching you run your hands over the satin sheets.

"Go ahead. I'll be here, playing with myself. You have vibrators?" you giggle as his eyebrows furrow.

"Come on, little dove," he says, already heading to the doorway. 

With a small giggle you stand up, you'll break him. In time.

It's difficult for Yoongi to pay attention to work, once again. His eyes keep drifting to you over his laptop. You finished the book in the first hour that you've been in his office. 

Now scrolling through your phone, you pretend not to notice how he stares at you over the lip of his computer.

The light from your phone highlights your swollen breasts and the CEO finds himself shifting in his seat a multitude of times. 

Just thinking about you in that room is doing things to him. He constantly tries to swat away the thought of having you in that room. But it's becoming more difficult as the hours go on.

What's so wrong with having sex with pregnant women? 

There's really nothing wrong with it per se. But he feels like they should be more paternal, no? You're carrying a child, would you also be indulging in sexual acts? 

He doesn't know how to feel anymore. Like he's thought countless times before, you're fucking with his head.

"This says that Doms and Subs have a contract," you speak aloud.

Yoongi huffs out gently, putting his hands over his face. 

You're getting too obsessed with this.

"Sometimes," he replies softly.

"Do we need to have a contract?" you ask with a smile.

He snorts gently at how pleased you look.

"No, little dove. We're not having sex, so of course there is no need for a contract." he says through gritted teeth.

You are really something else.

Crossing your legs, you scroll through the website.

He tries to focus on the many words that are staring him in the face but he keeps looking back at you as your eyes continue to light up.

"Oh! Soft limits. Let's start here," you say happily.

Yoongi puts his hands in his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

He feels like he's going crazy.

"Y/N, please," he whispers, almost begging you.

"We promised each other that we would be truthful to one another."

Rolling his eyes, he replies. "Yes, in the sense that if either of us asks a question we would answer it honestly. Not in the sense that if you suddenly find yourself on a BDSM website, you feel compelled to tell me the truth about what soft limits you're setting for yourself in a non-existent dom slash sub relationship." 

Scowling playfully, you roll your eyes.

"Well. My soft limits are as follows."

Yoongi sighs loudly, grabbing the glass of whisky off his desk to keep his thoughts at bay.

He feels his lips tugging upward as you look through the website.

So annoyingly cute sometimes.

"Breast bondage is a soft limit. Because they hurt a lot right now," you murmur.

Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, his eyes narrowing at you.

You're trying to rile him up. He can feel it.

"Little dove," he warns you as you lean closer to the desk.

"Nipple clamps, not sure if I'd be okay with that right now. Anal play, never done it so I'm not sure if I'd like it. Over the knee spanking, won't be able to do that soon." 

Yoongi sips his whisky slowly, letting the warmth of the alcohol curl around his muscles.

"You've never had your ass played with before?" he asks, obviously intrigued.

Got him.

"No. I've only ever been with a few people before and they didn't seem into that sort of stuff," you reply.

He scoffs gently. Your ass is one for the ages, you should have been played with.

"Maybe after you give birth, I'll show you." he suggests above the lip of his glass.

"Sounds like a promise," you quip.

He smirks gently, leaning back into his chair. "Maybe, little dove." 

"What are your limits?" you inquire, trying to push him more.

He hums, closing his laptop. Clearly, he won't be working anymore today.

"I usually only write hard limits. No fecal or piss play. No straight jackets. No pony play. Shit like that." 

"I have no idea what any of that means besides the shit play," you reply, making him laugh.

"Why are you so obsessed with this all of a sudden?" Yoongi inquires, raising his eyebrow.

"Well it's something you enjoy, so I'm curious about it! You took an interest in my painting. And, I like the idea of getting interested in what you enjoy. You seem very safe and protective of your hobby and that's great!" you say happily, leaning against the desk.

The CEO hums gently at your kind words.

"You're so sweet," he mumbles, resting his chin on his hand.

Fine, he'll play along.

"Is fisting a soft limit or a hard limit?" he inquires.

Locking your phone, you turn your chair more towards him as he throws his feet up on the desk.

"I've never tried it before but it seems painful," you reply honestly to him.

His tongue slowly licks over his lips at the simple thought of you beneath him.

"What about butt plugs? Any preference?" 

"Never tried them," you whisper, picking up your glass of water.

His lips sputter as you tilt your head. 

This feels so free and so right. It's playful and fun. The sexual tension just adds to how normal this all feels.

"You haven't tried a lot of stuff, have you?" he asks, taking his feet off the table to stand.

"No actually, I haven't. I've always been kind of prude when it came to sex. Me and you in the back room was just a one off really. I don't really do that sort of thing," you explain truthfully.

He hums in agreement, rounding the desk. "So I'm special?" 

You certainly think so.

"Maybe," you whisper, your head tilting as he steps behind your chair.

"If I show you my hobby one time, will you leave it alone?" he asks gently, bending down to your ear.

His breath is warm against your now flushing skin.

Since getting pregnant, when you aren't feeling sick or tired, you've found yourself overwhelmingly horny. It's almost a fucking sin.

"I don't think you'll be able to satiate yourself after just one time," you quip, feeling his hands run over your shoulders.

"Oh, little dove. I have the patience and strength to keep myself at bay." he replies, his lips drifting over the shell of your ear.

Yoongi thinks if he can just get this out of his system once then it'll be safer. He's been without sex for a while now and he's perfectly okay with keeping it that way. He'll just take back some wank bank footage and then he won't have to continue thinking about it.

"Will you be gentle with me?" you find yourself asking, your voice sounds small and it makes Yoongi's cock begin to harden beneath his briefs.

"I'll take very good care of you, little dove. I promise." he says, holding out his hand.

You feel excitement starting to creep through you. You've been thinking about this for a while now, if you're being honest. When you had sex with him in that back room, it was the greatest sexual experience you've ever had.

Taking his hand, you find him smiling down at you. 

"Come on, little dove. Time is money." 

His voice is more playful this time around and it makes you giggle. Winking at you, he tugs you out of the large office.

"We'll go by the color system for today, okay?" the father of your child asks softly, unlocking the secret room with his fingerprint.

"Color system?" you ask, gently.

He hums in agreement, running his hands over your sides as the door shuts behind him.

Bending down, his eyes flicker to your lips. 

God, he hasn't kissed you in so long. Is this something else he can indulge in just for today?

Taking shallow breaths, his hand cups your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut at the softness, breath hitching as you wait patiently.

This feels so right.

Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours. 

You've almost forgotten what he tastes like. You've forgotten how excited and on edge you were in that back room.

Groaning against your lips, the tip of his tongue traces the seam for you to part for him.

His hands grip at the globes of your ass. "Jump." he whispers against your lips.

Doing as told, you mewl into the kiss. You wrap your legs around his strong waist, hands carding through his hair.

His tongue is rough over yours, taking the small gasps and moans you give to him freely.

Yoongi walks towards the bed, laying you down gently as he climbs over you.

Pulling away from you, his lips are red and raw. His eyes are hooded with lustful intentions.

You've both been thinking about this for a while now. 

"What do you say to me if you want to play?" he asks, sitting up.

Your eyes trail over his body, finally landing on his erection that strains almost painfully through his pants.

Licking your lips, your mind completely goes blank.

"Little dove, you answer me when I'm talking to you. Or have you forgotten?" Yoongi asks, running his hands over your clothed legs.

Your mouth opens to reply but it isn't fast enough for the CEO. 

Pinching your inner thigh just hard enough to cause a reaction, he smirks as you squeal softly.

"Answer me, little dove. Or I'll go back to my office and we can forget all of this playful fun," he threatens.

Pouting up at him, he simply chuckles.

"Daddy." you whisper.

"That's it." he replies, bending back down to kiss you.

You can feel your loins beginning to curl and unfurl with hopeful desires. 

"Take off your clothes only on the upper half of your body. I wanted you stripped by the time I get back to this bed," Yoongi's voice is dominating as he whispers against your lips.

Reaching up to kiss him once more, you find him already pulling away. 

"You're not going to fuck me?" you ask, quickly taking off your clothes to accommodate his words.

"No, little dove. You're pregnant," he reminds you, digging through a drawer for rope.

You roll your eyes at his words. It's always pregnant this or pregnant that.

"It's perfectly safe to have sex while I'm pregnant y'know," you tell him hopefully as you unhook your bra.

"I'm sure it is, little dove." he replies softly.

Once he finds rope that he thinks is suitable, he tugs it in his hands a few times to hear the fabric snapping back onto itself.

The sound sends a shiver down your spine, your heart starts to beat faster with excitement.

"Are you naked for me?" he asks, focusing his eyes on the many toys that hang on the wall.

"Yes," you reply, breathlessly.

He's afraid to turn around. What if he falls deeper into his lustful ways for you if he sees you so bare before him?

He has this unrelenting fascination with you so far. Something that truly makes his palms sweat. You're so good and kind, so beautiful and understanding.

What if he just continues to fall? He doesn't know how he'll be able to cope or cushion himself.

He musters his strength. 

Turning around, he takes in your swollen breasts, your veins visible against your skin from how huge they're already becoming. Your nipples are bigger, darker and puffy.

"Oh fuck," he curses under his breath.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He's not going to be able to keep this at a one off at this rate.

"Are they okay?" you ask nervously, looking down at your breasts as he continues to ogle.

"You're gorgeous," he assures you, walking slowly back over to the bed.

With the sweet compliment soothing you, you find it easy to lay back.

Drifting his thumb slowly over his bottom lip, he takes you in.

"Take off your pants," he instructs as he sits on the edge of the bed.

He watches you do as told, his eyes drifting over your breasts to the small bump that's growing slowly but surely.

You're a vision to look at. 

Unfortunately for Yoongi, he's already becoming attached to you in everything. 

"Give me your panties," he commands.

"I think you have a panty kink," you quip, throwing your underwear on his lap.

Chuckling, he stands up putting your panties into his back pocket.

"Just your panties, little dove. We're going to go over some instructions before we play, okay?" he asks, running his free hand over your bare side.

The warmth of his hand makes your body go rigid. You nod understandingly as he bends down to kiss you.

"When I'm with a new sub or," his thumb grazes over your cheek as he pulls away from you, "a very beautiful mother of my child. There needs to be rules." 

"I'm listening," you reply, earnestly.

"We're going to use the color system. Green means it's okay to keep going. Yellow means to proceed with caution. Red means to stop. If you say red at any point, that's it. It's over. We don't have to play anymore. If it gets too much you have to make sure you tell me red, do you understand?" his voice is gentle as he explains.

"Alright, that sounds fair." you say as he lets the rope fall loose from his hand.

"Can I tie you up? Is that okay with you?" 

The prospect is too good to deny. You nod with a small smile, sticking out your wrists.

"Repeat your colors for me while I tie you up, little dove." he instructs, pulling your arms over your head.

"Green for okay, yellow for slow and red for stop." you repeat for him, the neediness starting to seep into your voice. 

"Good girl," he praises you.

Pulling the rope tighter, he makes sure you have breathing room but not enough for you to get out.

"You're good at tying knots," you compliment, tugging on the restraints.

Yoongi chuckles as he slips down the bed to tie your feet. "Just call me a boy scout."

With a giggle, you wiggle your hips playfully as he travels south.

His eyes narrow up at you, a glint of happiness flitting through them as he smiles. He nips at your outer thigh, earning a gentle groan from your lips.

He doesn't even need to watch how fast his fingers move to tie you up, he could honestly do it with one hand behind his back. Instead, he decides to focus on you. To focus on how you squirm for him and how shallow your breathing is. He watches your chest heave up and down, your nipples turning into stiff peaks at his longing gaze.

He wants to remember this, remember all of this because this is a one off. And, he has to remember it as such.

Hopefully.

"You okay?" he asks, finishing up the knot tying.

"More than okay," you reply.

"We're going to try to train your orgasms, little dove. Make it so that your orgasms belong to me and only to me," his voice is gruff, the prospect of having your orgasms to himself and only himself is sending him into overdrive.

"You can do that?" you find yourself asking.

Situating himself between your stretched legs, he begins to smirk.

"I can, if you want to give your orgasms to me. Do you want that?" he asks, brushing some hair behind your ear.

While he has been caged off, you haven't been. You understand him more than ever and it would be special to have him control something so powerful. He's already given you a child, given you somewhere so grandiose to live. You can give him your carnal pleasure. 

So you nod.

"That's my girl," he whispers with a wink.

Bending down, his lips trace over your jaw. He takes in every hitched breath and every signal of rigidity as it sets into your bones.

"Your tits look so good." he compliments, earning a gentle gasp from you.

Your head turns, wanting to give him more access to the column of your neck. 

"You're going to need patience, little dove. You need to give yourself over to me completely, do you understand?" 

You can feel your arousal beginning to soak the sheets beneath you, your hands strain against the ropes begging to feel his body. "Y-Yes Daddy, I understand," you whisper softly.

"Good. I'm going to let you cum once and you tell me when you're about to cum, do you understand me?" he asks, pulling away from the shell of your ear to lock eyes with you.

You feel yourself falling into his mocha irises, can feel yourself wanting to give him your everything. "Yes."

"Good," he kisses your lips gently.

His lips continue to kiss over your skin, your hips bucking into the air for more.

"Behave or I'll stop," he threatens against the column of your throat.

Your eyes flutter shut, lips pressing into a straight line as he gently suckles on your skin.

He leaves small cherry blossom petals in his wake as he continues to lavish on your skin. 

This training is something Yoongi has always been good at. He's always thrived from being in a position of power. But for once, he has an overwhelming urge to please. Something he hasn't felt… well ever. 

Moving his hands up your side, you gasp loudly as he gently cups your breasts.

He shivers at how full they feel in his hands, how swollen and sensitive the skin is beneath his palms.

"Oh, Daddy!" you moan as he squeezes softly.

"What's your color, little dove?" he can barely contain himself above you, his cock is so hard and throbbing within the confines of his jeans.

"G-Green, Daddy. Feels so fucking good!" you whine, your head lolling back as he continues to squeeze.

"Fuck, I bet it does," he whispers, kissing over your collarbone.

Pulling away from you, he can see how flushed your skin is. He can see how swollen your clit is already becoming and he knows that he can make you cum easily without even having to touch you.

"You're a little slut, aren't you?" 

You whimper at his words. It takes you back to the night you were together.

You enjoyed hearing how dirty he could talk. How perfectly degrading his words can be.

"Your slut, Daddy. I promise," you moan out as his knees knock your legs open wider.

"Yeah, I bet you are. Pregnant with my baby and letting me take your pleasure how I see fit," he mumbles.

Biting your bottom lip, your body shudders as his thumbs swipe over your sensitive nipples. 

You gasp loudly, your body undulating beneath him.

"I've-I've wanted you to touch me for so long," you moan, tugging on the restraints. 

His lips turn upwards into a smirk at your words. He's been wanting it for a while too.

"Me too," he replies truthfully.

His thumbs and index fingers nibbley roll your nipples.

Trailing his eyes over your body, he can see how much arousal is trailing down your perineum and soaking the bed. His eyes flutter shut at how gorgeous and vulnerable you are beneath him. 

He lets his lips trail over the curve of your breast, releasing one to reach for the apex of your thighs.

Your body shudders under his touch, preening for more.

Picking up your spilt arousal on his fingers, he suckles on them. God, he almost forgot what you taste like. 

"Jesus Christ." he mumbles.

His tongue peeks out, flicking quickly at your stiff peaked nipple.

Your gasps and moans goad him on, he can barely pay attention as your breath becomes shorter and stunted.

You can feel the band within you tightening.  

You would have never thought that you could be on the brink of an orgasm with Yoongi just playing with your breasts.

"D-Daddy, I'm so close." you whine, spreading your legs wider with hopes your center will be touched.

He hums in agreement as he forsakes one breath for the other.

He makes a mental note of how sensitive you are for him. 

Suckling your nipple into his mouth, he moans against your skin. 

"Daddy, I'm cumming!" you moan loudly, your back bowing off of the bed as white hot pleasure courses through your bones. 

He pulls off of you, rolling and pinching your nipples with his fingers until you're orgasming beneath him.

Your ears ring, mouth going dry as you babble his name incessantly.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises and he raises an eyebrow as you squirt onto the sheets below you.

He takes all of this in. Every little reaction you had to his advances, all of your ques to elude to your orgasm. You'd be very easy to train. 

He waits patiently for you to come down from your orgasm, stroking your skin lovingly.

"What's your color, beautiful?" he asks softly, palming the erection in his pants.

"G-Green." you whisper, already wanting more.

You don't want this to end, and you don't want this to be a one off.

"Well aren't you just such a good little sub," he jeers, bending down to kiss you.

You could get drunk off of his kisses. They make you feel on top of the world. You want to please him, really and truly please him.

"Can I suck your cock, Daddy?" your voice is so innocent as you ask.

He groans gently, cupping your cheek. "No, little dove. That isn't a part of this." he replies, against your lips.

His hand drifts from your cheek to between your breasts before finally situating over your stomach.

He swallows thickly, feeling how hard your womb is beneath his hand.

"Please? If it's a one off, you should get pleasure, too." you suggest coyly, thrusting your breasts closer to his face.

His gummy smile appears then, almost breaking your fragile heart. "I'm already getting pleasure from seeing you beneath me."

His thumb drifts slowly over the almost invisible bump on your stomach.

You begin to pout, tugging roughly on the restraints that hold you bound.

"Yoongi, please?" you whisper, eyebrows furrowing as you beg.

He sighs gently, his bottom lip purchasing between his teeth as he thinks.

He really shouldn't. This isn't right.

"You're pregnant," his excuse is sounding weaker and weaker every time he says it.

"So? Doesn't mean I can't suck your dick, Daddy. Wouldn't you like to feel my breasts in your hands while I suck you off?" 

He groans gently at your questions, you can see his cock throbbing at your words.

"Little dove," he says breathlessly.

"I'll swallow for you, Daddy. Let you cum in my mouth." you whisper, laying back on the bed.

His eyes roll back at the prospect of it all.

"Maybe when my tits get bigger and filled with milk, you can suckle on them." 

"Jesus, when the fuck did your mouth get so filthy?" he wants to sound appalled but it comes out amused and turned on, as it should.

"Guess you'll have to clean it out. Let me suck your cock." you reply with a smirk.

"Oh fuck." he grumbles, unbuttoning his pants.

"This is a one off!" he reminds you gruffly, tugging down his pants and brief.

Untying your hands, he sighs gently to himself. He's going to give you whatever the fuck you want from now on, isn't he? What the fuck is wrong with him?

As you wait patiently for him to finish untying you, you stare at his cock as it rests against his stomach.

Even on the first night you were together, it's still a beautiful sight.

"This is supposed to be training." he mutters to himself.

You giggle to yourself as your wrists become free.

With over zealous confidence, you press your hands to his chest. Shoving him down, he laughs loudly.

"Watch yourself, little dove!" he chides, holding your hips steady as you straddle him.

You wrinkle your nose playfully at him and he can only smirk.

Man, you're infectious.

It feels good. Like, tingles inside of oneself and giddiness in spades.

Gripping both hands onto his shirt, you raise your eyebrows.

"This shirt was made in Italy." he warns you.

With a careless shrug you rip it open, hearing the buttons pop and scatter along the marble floor.

He shakes his head with a chuckle as you stare down at his toned body.

God, he's so fucking hot.

Your eyes drift over the planes of his abs and they get softer as you look at the small circular burn marks from cigarettes.

"Wait," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

You keep your eyes on his face as you bend down. 

"I don't normally let people touch my-- oh, God," he cries out as your lips drift over his skin.

Your lips feel healing against his skin. His hands grip at your sides rougher as you take your time worshipping his stomach.

His breathing is ragged and his palms are becoming sweaty.

"You're very handsome," you say, kissing over the biggest burn.

His body shivers and undulates under your touch.

He's never felt such odd comfort before.

"O-Okay. Little dove, e-enough," he practically begs.

Maybe he needs training too. Training on how to be loved.

You take pity on him, leaving his burn marks alone for now. 

He sighs gratefully, bringing his hand to his face to wipe away tears he didn't know had even arrived.

"You're so sweet, little dove." he mumbles, carding his fingers through your hair.

You smile up at him kindly, the act making his heart beat quicker inside of his chest.

Focusing back on the task at hand, you run your lips over his long length earning a hiss through clenched teeth from the father of your child below you.

"Fuck," he curses, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

Wrapping your hand around his length, you watch precum begin to pearl incessantly at the seam of his mushroom head.

You look up at him for confirmation and he smirks at your subservience. 

"Very good, little dove. You may." he says, gripping your hair tighter with anticipation.

Swirling your tongue around the head, you take immense pleasure in the way he groans. The groan is long and stunted and you know you're pleasing him already.

"That's it, baby." 

The pet name slips so freely and he doesn't take it back as you bow your head down farther.

"Fuuuck, keep going." he instructs.

Licking his tongue over his lips, he curses gently beneath his breath as you begin a rhythm.

Stroking whatever doesn't fit in your mouth, you can hear words of praise leaving his lips like a prayer.

Your arousal has started to drip down your thighs at this point and Yoongi stares for the longest time, dying to be inside of you.

"Take it all. Like you did the night we made our baby," he commands.

With a gentle moan, you swallow around him. Gagging and sputtering on his cock, your vision becomes blurry with tears.

"Fuck, you're so good at sucking my cock. Jesus Christ!" he moans loudly, his eyes rolling back as you hollow your cheeks around him.

His free hand comes up to palm your swollen breast, being as gentle as he can in the throes of his pleasure.

"You're all mine, huh? I can just take you up here whenever the fuck I want, can't I?" he asks through gritted teeth.

His mouth is getting looser as his pleasure takes over.

You moan in agreement, getting sloppier on his cock. Precum and spittle stream down your chin as you continue to please him.

"You're such a bad girl, little dove. You're too good at sucking my cock, gonna make me want you over and over again."

That's the plan.

With a gentle whine, you let him into the recesses of your throat. His head falls back to the bed, his hips gyrating and thrusting on their own.

"Little pregnant slut, begging to be full of me when she's got my kid inside her. That what you want? You want to be my pregnant slut?" 

You moan loudly against his cock as he begins to precum once more.

Tugging his hand off of your breast, you pull it to your parted thighs.

He curses loudly, feeling how much of your arousal is soaking his fingers. He begins to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, feeling it throb beneath the pads of his fingers.

"You're gonna kill me." he threatens through gritted teeth.

Rocking your hips in time with his fingers, you practically lose yourself when his cock begins to throb for release in your throat.

"Squeeze my thigh when you're about to cum." he warns you and you moan in reply.

Everything about this is so perfect and so yours.

You forget everything going on besides just the two of you in this bed.

It's like it's meant to be.

"Messy little thing," he praises, letting your hair go to wipe your chin.

Sitting up on one elbow, he watches you in your entranced pleasure.

He can feel himself coming to an end but he edges himself, pushing away his orgasm until you do.

With a loud whine, you squeeze his thigh harshly begging to cum for him.

"Uh uh. You wait until Daddy says you can cum." 

You mewl sadly around his cock, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Countdown from ten and then cum." he instructs.

Doing as told you count slowly, breathing shallowly through your nose as he continues to fuck up into your mouth. 

Reaching ten, you squeeze his thigh again.

"Good girl. Cum." 

On his command you cum around his cock. Moaning and undulating as you see stars.

He curses loudly, feeling the vibrations in your throat around his pulsing cock.

"Swallow." he groans out, falling back onto the bed as his thrusts become sloppy.

With a few more thrusts, streams of his cum meet the back of your throat.

You swallow diligently, adoring the taste of him with a whine.

He groans breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut as he becomes boneless on the bed.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" he asks, putting his hand over his heart. 

Swallowing all of him, you let your mouth hang open. He grips at your chin, pulling your face down to his eye level.

"Good," he replies in a whisper.

He sighs loudly, running his hands through his hair.

What just fucking happened? 

How did that just turn into some of the best foreplay he's ever had?!

"That was a one off?" you quip, sitting back against the headboard.

He rolls his eyes, sitting up at the end of the bed.

"That was a one off?" he retorts with a whiny voice, grabbing his briefs.

Your mouth falls open as he stands up off the bed.

"You're mocking me!?" you gasp loudly.

"Shut up." he mumbles with a chuckle, bending down to kiss you softly.

His eyes widen at how normal that is before he's pulling away quickly. 

"This was a bad idea!" he says quickly, grabbing his pants. 

You watch how nervous he is and it makes you sad. He doesn't even know what normal is.

"Was it a bad idea? Or are you just scared?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He picks up his shirt, looking at the broken buttons.

"This shirt was from Italy! I had it hand stitched by a ninety eight year old woman living in Florence!" he yells, shaking the shirt in the air.

"Well buy a new one, you love buying stuff." you suggest.

"She could be dead before I get my next order in!" he replies, shaking his fist quicker.

"Are you ignoring my question because you're embarrassed?" you ask, tilting your head.

He grunts angrily, busying himself with untying the knots.

"Miss Therapist, keep your questions to yourself!" he cries out, giving up on the knot untying.

He paces back and forth, his hands in his hair.

"You could kiss me again, that might be an idea." you suggest.

He grits his teeth, his mind running a mile a minute.

This was just a bad idea all together. He should have NEVER given in! He should have just ignored it like he always does. He's still falling, maybe even faster now.

Fuck!

You can see his eyes flickering back and forth nervously.

"Okay!" you cry out, clapping your hands.

Jumping off of the bed, you step into his path. He stares into your eyes as you look up at him.

Grabbing your wrist, he struggles against you slightly. You tuts your tongue, placing his hand on your stomach.

He looks up at the ceiling, pieces of black hair falling into his eyes. 

"It's not wrong that we did what we did. If anything it was nice. Don't let your guilt eat at you," you tell him.

He sighs loudly. 

"I just don't… know how to feel. You know how I get by now…" he replies softly.

"I do know. And, that's why I'm telling you it's okay," you promise.

He closes his eyes for a mere second. Looking back down at you, his eyes open.

His gaze fixes to his hand on your stomach. Then to your swollen breasts which are now covered in small marks made by him.

"We're being truthful with one another still?" he asks.

"Always," you reply earnestly.

He takes a moment, pulling you over to the bed.

"This just feels right, it feels too good… I've never felt this or had this before. And, when I thought I was getting it, well… look at that catastrophe." his voice falls flat, looking down at the marble floor.

"You still have to learn what happiness is, Yoongi. You don't have to be afraid to feel something new. And, if you do then you can tell me all about it. I'm just across the hall." you whisper, nudging your shoulder against his.

Warmth is the first thing he feels after he hears your words.

"This wasn't a one off, was it?" he mutters, earning a laugh from you.

"Doesn't have to be." you reply as he puts his shirt on.

"What if I get the urge to kiss you?" he sounds shy as he asks you.

"Then just do it. You have my permission," you say simply.

He smiles to himself gently, his eyes drifting over your naked body.

"Well, that sounds okay then." he says softly. 

With a hum, you kiss his cheek.

"What if I want to kiss all the time?" he asks, pulling your clothes away from your hands.

"Well, maybe not all the time," you jeer, laying back on the bed.

"But you said I have to learn happiness, and maybe kissing makes me happy." 

You giggle at his sweetness. "I think you're going crazy."

"Me too." he whispers, bowing his head down to kiss you.

As you continue to kiss slowly, your stomach rumbles hungrily.

"Someone's hungry." Yoongi mumbles against your lips.

Smirking against his lips, you feel your clothes return to your lap.

"Can I have my underwear?" you ask, putting your bra on.

"No. They're mine." he replies, helping you put on your pants.

"What, are you making a Y/N pantie collection?" you quip, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your shirt.

Yoongi takes in this moment, feeling how compassionate and fun you are. How absolutely radiating with beauty you are. 

"If you're a good girl, maybe." he jeers back, helping you stand up.

Snorting gently, you roll your eyes.

"Can't believed you ripped my fucking shirt, like a pregnant wild animal." he mumbles, motioning his arm for you to walk first. 

Laughing together, you open the room door.

Standing before you is Maya, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow quipped up to the sky.

"Jesus!" you both yell at the sight of her.

With a small smirk, she simply shrugs.

"Madam. Sir." she says, happiness enrapturing her voice as she takes off down the hall to his office with a feather duster in hand.

Yoongi snorts loudly, tugging his shirt closed. 

If this is what happiness is, he might just be okay with delving into it.

"Let's go get you some food, little dove."

Next Chapter ----->

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[vermillionflames]

Genma x Female Y/N

Word Count: 907

Warning: Massage sex, fingering, the mentioning of Gai during sexy time

“My whole body is killing me,” I rubbed my aching shoulders, “Training has been kicking my ass.”

Genma let out a light laugh, “If you want me to go easier, just say so next time.”

He walked behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders and moving his finger to massage, going down to my upper back shortly after. I moan as he works his thumbs into my spine.

“It would be easier to massage you if your clothes weren’t in the way.”

“You just want me naked.”

“Can you blame me,” he grinned, “You’re so god damn beautiful, I can’t help myself. You make me so,” He paused and led my hand to his hardened cock, “excited.”

My cheeks flushed pink, “I wasn’t aware I affected you so much, Genma.”

His eyes darkened, “Everything you do affects me,” his hands moved to my sides, lifting up my shirt as he massaged, “When you successfully complete a mission, I am filled with pride. When you get hurt, I worry and can’t focus on anything but healing you,” his hands stopped below my breasts, “When you smile, I get weak in the knees,” his fingers followed the curves that lead him to my nipples, “And when your arousal is etched across you face, I combust.”

“You’re not that quick,” I teased. He pulled on my nipples in response.

“Certainly not,” His breath tickled my ears, “I like to take my time with you.” A shiver shot up my spine. “Now, take off your clothes and lay down, ass towards me.”

Genma leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes on me as he took a drink from his beer. Slowly, I lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my toned stomach and perky breasts. I smiled at him and I undid the fastenings on my pants and pushed them down, revealing my lack of underwear. His eyes narrowed but then softened when he caught a glimpse of a scar on my upper thigh, left forever on my skin thanks to a kunai.

“Do you want me to lay down on the table or the floor,” I asked.

“The couch, you goof,” he rose from his seat as I laid down. “What hurts most, darling? Your back,” he rubbed his fingers into my spine again. I groaned as he hit the places he missed before. He made his way down my spine, pushing out all the stiffness.

“Maybe it’s your ass that hurts,” he teased, massaging over my toned cheeks. “I know you’re a pain in mine,” he continued downwards, “Your legs must be sore from supporting your delicious body all day.”

I moaned. Bending my knees, he brought my feet closer to his face for better access. Pulling on the toes to make sure every inch of me was relaxed.

“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice dark, a sign of his arousal.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed out before flipping over to lay on my back.

Our eyes met, he winked and me before once again massaging my legs, this time working upwards. He paused when he reached my hips.

“Perhaps it’s your arms that are the problem,” he grabbed my right hand, massaging his way up my shoulder, then across my collar bone and neck to my left shoulder. Down my left arm, he brought my fingers to his lips, putting my index and middle in his mouth and sucking slightly.

I shook my head.

“Hmm, it couldn’t be your abs that are bothering you the most,” he worked his fingers on my stomach, “It’s not like we’ve been doing as many crunches as Gai.”

My eyes narrowed, “I wouldn’t expect you to understand the amount of core strength that is required for seduction missions.”

His hands paused for a moment before starting again, “Yes, I wouldn’t. And soon I’ll have you forget all about those missions,” he growled in the last part. “Maybe it’s your hips then?”

His hands gripped onto my sides, thumbs moving in teasing circles. I moaned and he smirked.

“So that’s the answer then, your hips.”

I shook my head no again.

“No,” he cocked his head to the side, “Is it your breasts then,” his hands filled themselves with my mounds, rubbing them fully before concentrating on my nipples. I cried out in pleasure when he put one in his mouth and sucked, hard.

“Not that either,” I whimpered out.

“Oh?” Genma lifted himself, taking in my whole body from where he stood at my feet, “It must be that pretty little cunt of yours then.”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Well if that's the case, it’s best I take care of that for you as well,” he sat by my knees. My breath stuck in my throat as his fingers lightly traced over my folds. “This part looks particularly in need of some rubbing,” his index finger put pressure on my clit.

I moaned as he rubbed in light circles. He chuckled at my reaction to his taunting. Putting more pressure when I begged for me.

“Just fuck me already,” I gasped as he pressed the circles faster.

“Not yet, baby,” his eyes were dark and concentrated on my clit.

My body twitched.

“But I’m going to-”

“I know,” he grinned as my orgasm rippled through my body. “That’s a good girl.” He stood, throwing off his shirt and pants, “Now, let’s make sure I get every inch of your insides massaged too.”

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[nagito-kissmaeda]

Another day another me obsessing over Professor Komaeda thanks to your brain child. If... you ever wanted to write more, may I suggest teacher assistant s/o? Or maybe colleague professor s/o?

ミ☆ I am very happy about all the professor komaeda love in this house. I've just done another student/teacher thing for now, i might branch out a little more later on (because i will be writing more lol). Plus this time i played around with making him more submissive which was interesting. I hope you enjoy it 😈

Word Count:  2810 Warnings: feminine pet names used for reader, explicit sexual content, teacher/student relationship dynamics Read on AO3

You lean forward on your desk as the rest of your classmates start filing out of the lecture hall, one of your friends asks if you are going to be coming with them to grab lunch at the local burger place, but you dismiss them. Instead staring forward at your lecturer as he starts packing his notes away in his satchel.

The warm light from the high window in the hall casts a soft yellow hue over his white hair, glinting off the glasses balancing on his nose. You watch intently as he brings his arms around the back of his head to untie his hair from it’s ponytail, it cascades down around his neck and shoulders in ways that should be illegal, undoubtedly soft, a perfect mess. You sink your teeth into your lower lip as he peers up at you, blinking in surprise.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says, “I didn't realise you were still here. Did you need help with something?”

Your legs shake as you stand up from your seat and begin walking towards the front of the hall. It almost looks as though Professor Komaeda is sizing you up, but you must be imagining it. Probably just your nerves getting to you, after all, you have been planning this for the past few weeks.

Even still, you come to stand in front of him, legs planted wide and hands clasped behind your back, “I do need help.” you say, leaning forward to rest your elbows on his desk, “I have some very specific problems i need help with.

He swallows, eyes darting down to your very visible cleavage and then back up to your face, “O--Oh, and you’re sure that these...problems...are something that i can help you with?”

“Professor.” You breathe, rounding his desk and relishing in how much taller you feel with him still sitting in his chair, “You know why I stayed back don’t you?”

He swivels his chair around to face you, throat bobbing as he looks up at you with a nervous smile on his face, “I am not unobservant. I’ve had my...ah...suspicions for some time.”

You hum, taking a step closer to him, brushing the hemline of your skirt upwards to reveal more of your thigh. Professor Komaeda’s eyes shoot down to the expanse of your skin. Hands visibly shaking where they are clasped together in his lap, “Suspicions about what, sir?” You slowly slide your knee in between his, pushing his legs a little further open. He squeaks, it’s cute, “come on, professor. I want to hear you say it.”

He giggles, sucking a breath in through his teeth before whispering, “That you want to fuck me, of course.”

You push your knee further forward, his thighs drop open almost instinctively and you can see the hard outline of his cock in his pants. He’s trying to look unrattled, but that twitching bulge gives him away, he is enjoying this as much as you are, “If you knew, why didn’t you do anything about it? Have me kicked out of your class, or fuck me yourself. You could have done either.” You cock your head to the side, “but you didn’t do anything. I was a little upset, professor. You know I so crave your attention.”

“Ah...I…” your knee finally brushes against his erection, he chokes on a moan, hands jumping up and then gripping down firmly on his knees, “I didn’t want to...ahh...do anything, unless you did f-first…”

You rub your knee up and down, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you’re able to size up his length. Nothing to scoff at, that’s for sure. When you press a little firmer against him, his eyelids flutter shut and his mouth drops open in a drawn out whine. You feel his hips stutter up into the pressure of your knee, “Well. I’m doing something now, aren’t I?”

He laughs breathlessly, “You certainly are...hng...can I—can I touch you?”

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and he whines when you pull your knee away, “Sure you can. In fact-“ you hike a leg over his thighs and sink down onto his lap, “-I would encourage it, professor.”

His legs are shaking underneath you, but his hands are firm when they come to rest on the swell of your hips, right thumb ducking up under your shirt to rub gentle circles on the bare skin of your stomach. Professor Komaeda peers up at you from behind his glasses, letting out a long breath as his eyes take a moment to roam over your form.

“You are very beautiful.” He whispers, leaning in close enough that he can press a cool kiss on your collarbone, “don’t think I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs against your skin, tongue darting out to taste you, “don’t think I haven’t been thinking about you, about touching you.”

Your breath is uneven, for someone who is visibly shaking, Professor Komaeda is very good at keeping his voice low and steady. That has always been the case, and it has always been why you’ve had to rub your thighs together during his classes, just to dispel some of the quivering desire for him. He croons and moans into your ear, hands growing bolder, slipping further up under your shirt.

There’s no way to stop your hips grinding down into his when he gently nips the flesh of your throat. Moaning at the way your hot cunt presses down on his cock through his trousers, then, he freezes, pulling back from your throat with a bewildered look in his eyes, “W—wait! Wait!” Professor Komaeda exclaims, lifting the hem of your skirt up and sucking in a breath at the sight.

He is quivering again, cupping a hand over his mouth in shock, “no panties…” his eyes shoot up to meet yours, “you haven’t been wearing panties this whole time?”

You smirk, leaning down until your mouth is right beside his ear, “Does that turn you on, sir?” You whisper, gently pressing yourself down on his cock, “knowing that I’ve been ready for you all day? That I specifically didn’t put any panties on this morning because I knew I would be doing this with you?”

His head lolls backward and he groans, hands slipping up under your skirt to grip the soft skin of your thighs, “You’re torturing me…” he hisses in through his teeth

“Oh?” You say playfully, “are you not enjoying yourself?”

Professor Komaeda chokes on a laugh, “Enjoying myself? I’m more than enjoying myself.” He purrs, hips bucking up just enough that you can feel it, “Though, I must confess, I’ve never had someone express such...shameless attraction towards myself.” One of the hands on your thighs travels up a little further, just barely skimming the edge of your clit. You bite down on your lip to hold in a moan as Professor Komaeda’s mouth curls up in a smirk, “You must forgive me, but I am...relishing in it.”

His slender fingers finally meet their mark, rubbing gentle circles around your clit in a way that makes your hips stutter forwards into his hand, and consequently, harder against his cock, “ah...ah! What have I done, to deserve this?”

Your mouth opens in a mewl as one of his fingers slips inside of you, thumb now taking its place on your clit, “You’ve been a very good lecturer.” You say, though it doesn’t come off as sultry as you’d hoped. Your breathing staggered and your arms looping around his shoulder to give yourself some purchase. His hips are moving now, you need the anchor to even keep yourself on his lap.

Professor Komaeda chuckles and his free hand lifts your shirt up over your breasts. You feel his cock twitch when he uncovers your lacy bra, “Unbelievable…” he whispers, fingers tracing the detail of the undergarment. The way it just barely covers your nipples through the thin lace, how firmly it presses your breasts up. He circles a nipple, watching in adoration as it hardens under his gentle touch, “is this for me, as well?”

You nod, arms shaking as his fingers on one hand continue fucking into your cunt, while the others pluck and twist are your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, “I...bought it for you” you grind down harder onto his fingers, into his lap where his cock twitches beneath you, “I don’t want...anyone else…”

That makes him moan louder than you have ever heard. Your assertion that all of this is just for him makes his hips jump up to meet yours, his fingers curling tightly inside of you. There is a thin line of drool trailing down from his lips. It only makes sense that you lick it up for him.

He whimpers under the caress of your tongue, sounds growing louder as you lick from the tip of his chin all the way up to and over his lips. His mouth opens beneath yours, and he pulls your tongue in. Sucking on it, tangling his with it and then finally plunging his own into your mouth with an unbridled desperation; tracing the sharp edges of your teeth, moaning and whimpering, fingers moving faster inside you and against your breasts. Sweat is dripping down your forehead and you can feel that his trousers are already soaking wet from your drenched cunt.

“You’re spoiling me…” he whispers against your lips, hands coming up under your bra and pushing it up until our breasts pop out, “You are divine...delectable, i—I can’t help wanting a taste of you.”

“Have your fill of me.” You breathe, mouth curling up in a smirk, “my body belongs to you, Nagito.”

He makes a choked little noise when your lips curve around the syllables of his first name. Hips bucking up without rhythm as he chases as much of your heat as he can through his pants, “You’re all mine.” He hisses, tasting the euphoria on his tongue, “such a good girl. Just for me.”

You cry out when he pulls your nipple into his mouth and sucks. He looks so cute with his face buried in your breasts like this, glasses askew and hair all mussed from your wandering hands. He mewls around you, sucking and licking with a fervour that makes the heat in your stomach come close to boiling. He now has three fingers inside of you, pumping in and out of you at a deep, but almost leisurely place, and you can feel the solid heat of his cock grinding up against your ass. He bites down tentatively on your nipple and you throw your head back in a groan. He smirks.

“You like being bitten?” He whispers against your flesh, “do you like the idea of being marked by me? Of your pathetic Professor sucking your skin purple?”

“Oh god...please” you beg, “Make me yours.”

He moans and buries his face in your throat, sucking firmly on your skin to the point that it almost hurts. He bites, and licks while you dig both of your hands into the mess of his hair, pressing his face harder against you.

“I can’t—I can’t resist any longer.” He murmurs, you can feel his hands shaking, “I want so badly to be inside of you. Please. Would you do me the honour?”

“I want it too.” You admit, lifting yourself off his lap just enough that he can undo his pants. You sigh almost unhappily when he fingers leave you, but swallow with anticipation of what is about to take their place, “I want you to fuck me, Professor Komaeda.”

He laughs breathily, finally working his cock out from his boxers and grabbing your hips. You are just barely hovering over him, he meets you eyes and his throat bobs, “Please, my angel…” his whispers, lowering you down just enough that his head probes at you entrance, “Call me Nagito...it sounds so—“ he hisses in through his teeth when the first half inch of him pops inside, “—so perfect when you say it.”

Your teeth sink into your lower lip as he moves deeper and deeper inside of you, hands digging tightly into his hair, hips twitching and quivering just dying to force him all the way inside, “You feel so good.” You whine, his fingers digging tighter into your hips as he finally bottoms out inside of you.

Nagito leans forward and presses his forehead between the valley of your breasts. Panting loudly as he tries to hold himself still as long as he can, “You took me in so easily...so perfectly…” he exhales loudly, hands shaking against your hips, “So good…”

His hips snap up, and your breath leaves you. He’s so deep, you feel so full, “F-Fuck, Nagito!”

“Yes...yes! Say my name, please, angel.” He uses his tight grip on your hips to lift you up and then slam you back down on his cock, panting and moaning as he watches you writhing on top of him. You’ve never had someone look at you like that before, it sends heat rushing straight down to your core, “So pretty...so beautiful…” He whines, thrusting up into you like he’ll die if he stops, “such a good girl..aahhh...so good for me…”

Your insides are boiling, it feels like you are ready to burst. Starbursts are crackling in your fingertips and deep inside the marrow of your bones, your throat is growing dry but you just cant stop moaning, “Nagito...I...I’m…”

He chokes on a laugh, eyes burning with desire when they meet yours, “You’re going to cum?” he asks, mouth split wide in a grin, “Are you going to cum for me, angel?”

You open your mouth to answer, but you're cut off when he brings his fingers down to your clit and starts rubbing frantic circles. You manage to stifle your shriek by biting down on your hand, eyes rolling back in your head and hips grinding frantically down onto his cock and forward into his fingers at the same time. Everything feels so hot. The tightness in your stomach feels about ready to snap. Nagito pulls your nipple back into his mouth, and you tumble over the edge. Whiteness flashes behind your eyes and you are reduced to little more than a quivering mess on his lap.

He lets out a muffled moan against your breast when you tighten around him, thrusting up into you with reckless abandon. Quickly following your orgasm with his own, and the little noise he lets out is to die for. Teeth clamping down on your nipple as he tries to keep himself quiet. It hurts a little, but even still, you let out a moan at the feeling.

Your head falls forward onto his shoulder. Breathing heavily as you slowly come down from your high. Nagito keeps his face buried in your chest, you can feel his warm breath on your bare skin and one of his hands comes up to rub soothing circles on your back,

“Are you alright?” He asks you, voice taking on a hint of genuine concern.

“Yeah…” You manage, “I’m okay. I uh...I had fun.”

Nagito laughs breathily, “As did i.” you can feel him exhale beneath you before he finally lifts up his head. His eyes are half lidded and sleepy. He looks content, “Will you have time to clean up before your next class?”

You nod, “I have a few hours.”

“Good.” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, “I hadn't expected you to be so bold.”

You laugh, “But you were expecting it?”

Nagito smirks, “You were not particularly subtle. I was expecting something eventually.” He gives you a light pat on the thigh, “Alright, I need to prepare for the shameful walk back to my office, if you wouldn't mind?”

“Oh!” You pull yourself up off him and lean up against his desk, still not trusting your legs to keep you upright, “Of course, im sorry.”

He laughs a little, standing up from his chair and tidying himself up as best his can. The front of his pants are completely soaked, he gives you a resigned look, “It’s only a few doors down but...ah…” he runs a hand through his hair, “Would you mind walking in front of me? I know it’s a lot to ask, especially after everything you just did for me but-”

You cut him off with a kiss, “Shut up. Just let me straighten myself out a little, and then i'll be happy to help.”

“Thank you, though maybe next time we should do this at my apartment.” He gives you a smile, “You know, just to avoid the mess.”

“Sure.” You reply, returning the smile, “Next time.”

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[kpopinesss]

[ateez] S A N ➱ baby daddy au

YOU HAVE TO RAISE HIS SON AFTER HE LEAVES. MAFIA SAN.

warnings: teen pregnancy

a/n: sorry ya’ll I accidentally posted this on my main lol - @atinybitofau

• raising a son on your own was hard.

• raising a son whose genes were on par to his notorious father was even harder—

• a hooligan. a mischievous troublemaker.

• an eyesore in morality.

• and yes, your son was just like him.

• cold. ruthless. blood thirsty.

• but unlike San, your son loved you enough never to leave you.

• appreciated the things you did for him enough to stay.

• “Eomma..”

• you turn on your side when your son interrupts your slumber,

• injuries blatant on his tethered arm.

• raising a child who’s now 13 since you were 16 never easy.

• “Where were you, Ari?”

• he sits at the edge of your bed and leans for the warmth only a mother could give. “I was trying to get your medicine.. but I ended up causing a scene and the store owner kicked me out.”

• you sigh letting him lay down beside you. “It’s just a little cold. You don’t need to go and risk your life to save mine.”

• he wants to ask you.

• he’s old enough..

• why hasn’t his father came back to be the one the take care of you?

• to take care of him.

• why do you have to suffer alone?

• “Ari, just do me a favor and take care of yourself the way you do for me.” you cuddle into your sons warmth too. “That’s all I need.”

• but you’re lying.

• you’re getting sicker.

• and he can’t take it anymore.

• he goes to lower than the low to find something to save you, his mother.

• eventually ending up tied up in San’s gang house.

• brutally beat for intervening a drug heist—

• “Alright you little shit,” San holds your son up by the collar, blood running down his face mixed with his tears. “I don’t care that you’re 13 years old. Hell you could’ve been 10 and I’ll still beat the living crap out of you. No one just comes barging into a drug heist for no reason. That’s not just a coincidence.”

• it is.

• it really is.

• and maybe god was just giving him a sign.

• because you were on the verge of dying—

• and his own son being dealt his life and in the hands of his own father,

• yet San still didn’t know what was going on.

• what sign god was trying to give him.

• “I have to admit.” San runs a finger down his son’s chiseled jaw and smirks. “You’ve got a nice face. But in a couple minutes, you might not even be able to recognize it anymore.”

• “I-I-I was just trying to get medicine for my mom! I swear.”

• San really needed to get a clue.

• not all drugs were recreational.

• and some—

• some can actually save lives not just make dirty money.

• “You think I’ll believe that sissy crap?”

• Ari shudders looking to his torn up jeans. “H-her pictures in my wallet. I swear, she’s the only thing I’ll do anything illegal for. I promise I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up. She’d kill me if I got involved. Kill herself if I pushed myself too far.”

• he’s convinced at the desperation in the poor kid’s voice.

• normally not as merciful but he digs through the kid’s pocket for the picture anyway.

• and he should be glad he did because shit—

• the picture of you made him go from 100 to 0 real quick.

• “Y/n?”

• “T-that’s her! That’s my mom.”

• San glances up at the beat up kid, horrified.

• horrified at the sight.

• that he was basically beating to death a walking replica of himself.

• an age far enough that fit the time he left you.

• “You’re telling me my high school sweetheart..” San’s bloody fingers curl around your picture. “The woman you’ve been trying to steal medication for is your mom? The woman in this picture.”

• he’s at first in denial.

• that the kid he almost beat to death was your son.

• but denial hits him even harder the chances he could also be the father.

• “M-my mom is everything to me.” Ari bawls his last tears out begging for his own father to spare his life. or anything to save yours. “She’s only got me. I’ve only got her. S-sir please. At least save her. If you wanna kill me sir, please save my mom first.”

• his jaw clenches,

• still knealt down on one knee propped in front of his pleading son.

• studying every feature of his face.

• how on par everything was to his own.

• San was beating up his son, he realized.

• holy shit he was about to kill his own son.

• “Why didn’t she tell me?”

• “W-what?” his son chokes. “What do you mean?”

• “Fucking hell— kid, I think I’m your dad.”

• the five days that your son was held captive was long enough for your body to grow cold and weaker.

• laying in a hospital bed nearly blacked out.

• your son cries over your body as you sleep.

• hoping he’s not too late.

• not too late to give you the one thing that might be able to keep you alive.

• a husband?

• finally a father to your child.

• “You’re the husband?” the doctor finds San watching from the doorway awkwardly glancing at the black dressed men who towered behind him. “You’ve got quite the entourage there, sir. But not even an army of soldiers would be able to save your wife right now. She’s hanging on a thin line. Barely holding on. That woman needs a miracle if she wants to live the next good years of her life.”

• San watches as his son that he never knew about cries over you.

• wishes you would’ve told him..

• he would’ve stayed.

• would’ve loved you.

• why were you always so selfish? always wanting to do things that pushed you too far even if there were another option available.

• “Eomma.”

• you hear everything.

• your son.

• San.

• “Ma, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get the medicine. I got into trouble again, ma. I’m sorry.” Ari folds his hand over your limp one’s. “B-but I have something even better. Someone who could help you and me. He can take care of us, ma.”

• it hurts.

• you want to wake up for your son because he deserves the world.

• he deserves a fight for the both of you but the option you chose came short.

• in the past, the option of never telling San in the first place of his own son.

• “Ma.. he’s gonna talk to you okay? I’m gonna let him talk to you.” Ari sniffles and suddenly your hand gets replaced with a different warmth. “He’s gonna tell you it’s gonna be okay. I love you, eomma. I love you. We’re gonna be okay.”

• it’s almost enough.

• your heart beats a little faster.

• burns a little more so you could breathe on your own.

• it’s definitely working.

• “You shoulda told me, bubba.”

• the nickname San had given you years ago,

• a nickname you thought you’d never hear again, rings in your ear and that light so far away,

• it gets further.

• “You shoulda told me about him. About you.” he lifts your hand against his trembling lips. “13 years? 13 years after I tell you to take care of yourself and now you’re almost dying. Come on now. My girl was a fighter. Pushed herself harder than she wanted to.”

• his voice is like a mantra—

• a dream that gives you a little bit more of life you we’re starting to lose.

• “Bubba, you were the love of my life. And I didn’t tell you enough how much I appreciated you. I know it may be too late and if god forbid I do lose you, I will make sure our baby stays safe okay?”

• you think if you were awake right now you’d be crying.

• as if a weight lifted off your shoulders.

• cause the one person who could save you right now—you and your son,

• was right here.

• ready to go merciless to keep you two safe.

• “I left loving you. And I’ll come back loving you. 13 years only kept us apart. But let me tell you, y/n, it never stopped me from loving you.”

• he’s unsure when he lets go of your hand.

• usually gets what he wants with one word—

• cause he’s a notorious mobster.

• but let’s just say you were the one thing he wanted he could’ve never gotten even with two words.

• 3?

• “I love you.” he continues. “And if I’m gonna have to love our son the way I should’ve loved you then so be it.”

• but life’s not like movies where you wake up right during a miracle.

• this miracle takes time.

• and after an EXPENSIVE deal of money and medicine to keep you alive,

• a year it takes for you to finally open your eyes.

• to a nice hospital bed room.

• filled with flowers and the reminiscent scent of old spice and San.

• your hair’s a bit longer.

• the sun’s definitely brighter.

• but not as bright as the smile you see once you turn to the side.

• “Good morning beautiful.” San reaches his forehead against yours. “How were your dreams?”

• you choke on a decent reply. “S-San?”

• “The one and only.”

• “Where’s— Where’s Ari? Where’s my—“

• “Our?” San chuckles softly. “You mean our son.”

• you kind of remember.

• it takes a while to remember the voices and the dreams in your head.

• how waking up to find them real was surreal on its own.

• “He’s at school, bubba.” San cradles your face in the palm of his hand staring at you like he was hypnotized. “I’ll have someone pick him up. Tell him mommy’s awake.”

• “San..” you shake your head in his hand. “How is this real?”

• “Our son might be a miracle worker. Brought us together the way we made him. Brought me so I could keep you alive.”

• cheesy as you remember.

• although this handsome and older version of your old flame you aren’t too sure.

• “So you just show up while I’m in a coma and play daddy while I sleep?” you hoarsely chuckle while he smiles against your lips. “Even after 13 years, you won’t grudge against me for not telling you?”

• “I can’t blame you for trying to save yourselves.” he admits with his lips still on yours. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I know still I’m not. But I’m gonna try this time. Even if I have to pretend I’m not who I am sometimes.”

• you two are interrupted by a crying teenager.

• one you remembered resembled San.

• but now them standing right next to each other,

• looking like two carbon copies and a surreal dream in your head.

• maybe you are dead...

• “Ma!” he shoves his father away abruptly. “Look ma! I brought dad! He helped pay your debt, pays for my school. Even finished the hospital bills.”

• you glare at your always boisterous ex boyfriend and long lost father to your son.

• “You did what?”

• “Did I mention this was my way of getting back at you for not telling me about my 14 year old son?”

• “San how the hell am I gonna pay you back?”

• you just woke up.

• and the doctor runs in ready to sedate to keep you stable for at least more than 24 hours.

• but the way San looks at you is enough.

• him being there like your life long medication itself.

• holding your hand while your son holds your other one proposing,

• “Marry me. And we can call it even.”

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A Little Braver - 25

Helloooo world. 

I had the week from hell so far, but tonight i felt a bit more energetic and I had the time to have a look at ch 25 and have it ready for publication.

But if you see any typos or errors, I am sorry I am still on the exhausted side. 

So, we have Elorcan to open the dances, because those two are cute.

Aelin and Rowan share a deep moment and Rowan finally closes a chapter of his life. 

A bit of angst that affects Aelin more than she expected and get ready for the hint of a crazy snowstom that will happen in ch 26.

Lorcan woke up all of a sudden and when he noticed the time on the clock he cursed his military training causing him to have a natural alarm at the crack of dawn. He tried to move but realised he was blocked by a female presence sprawled on him. Her dark hair all over his chest tickling him with a sweet scent invading his nostrils.

He was getting used to that presence at his side making his miserable life better with each passing day.

He felt his lips tug up in a small smile, something that he had been doing more and more lately thanks to the woman in his arms.

Rowan and the others joked but he was starting to realise that Elide really was doing a miracle on him and in he was willing to secretly admit that he was actually enjoying the end result.

Elide had been exhausted after her shift so he had offered her a lift and they had gone to his place claiming that it was the better option since it was closer. He had stayed with her all day at the firehouse and offered to cook for everyone. The day had been brutal and he was glad she could finally have a day off. 

With his hand he gently stroked her hair. He was never one for love gestures like caresses, but Elide had been changing his mind about that too. He would not admit it to a single soul but he also had started to enjoy cuddling. Lorcan still believe in his stone-cold attitude with other people but for Elide he was happy to drop the mask.

Slowly and carefully he disentangled himself trying very hard not to wake her up and shifted his legs off the bed, only to remember he was naked.

Something else he had discovered since having started to date Elide was the joy to have sex for a person he cared for. With Elide it meant something from the beginning especially when she was still scared. He had allowed time to get to terms with the idea and they had taken it day by day allowing Elide to take charge and let her dictate the pace. Slowly, with time Elide has started to become more curious and he showed her. That had in the end been something new for Lorcan too. In his life he had a long list of partners and then a spell with Essar which was just pure sex. Never with feelings involved. Because of one thing he was certain, what he had confessed to Rowan was getting truer each day. He was positive what he felt was love for Elide. He was doomed. Utterly lost. 

He got off the bed, wore his boxers and walked to the kitchen taking his phone with him. Finally Lorcan  got off the bed and walked out of the room closing  the door behind him not to risk wake up Elide and phoned Rowan, knowing that the man was an early riser like him.

“What?” A very grumpy Rowan answered the phone.

“Are you still sleeping?”

“Yes, you idiot. It’s 6am.” He said quietly.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because Aelin is still sleeping.”

Lorcan started pacing the kitchen “remember when I told you I thought I was in love with Elide?”

“Yes,” growled Rowan on the other side.

“Well, I am now positive. I am in love with her.” Panic thick in his voice “What do I do?”

“Deal with it like all of us.”

“Damn it, Whitethorn I have no fucking clue what to do.”

“Tell her.”

Lorcan froze in his steps.

“Practice with me, Elide I love you.”

“I don’t think I can.” He went back pacing, running a hand through his hair.

The reply took a bit longer to arrive.

“Salvaterre, grow a pair and tell her. And don’t fucking call at 6am ever again.”

Aelin had answered and then hung up on him.

He placed the phone on the counter and went back trying to make breakfast. Maybe Rowan was right, he should just tell her, but he was terrified of messing this up. Worried that she might not feel the same way. He was not an easy man to love. 

He turned to make some coffee when he felt a pair of hands on his waist and a gentle kiss on his back and a groan left him because he had woken her up and Elide deserved some rest.

“Why are you up at this ungodly hour?”

He turned and smiled at seeing Elide in his shirt which on her was gigantic reaching her knees.

“Sorry,” he kissed her head tenderly. “Go back to bed.” With his hand he gently pushed her away.

Elide instead buried her face in his chest “you come too.”

He abandoned the coffee and followed her back.

Once they were again under the blankets he pulled her to him and gathered all of his courage. It was the perfect timing. He was an airforce pilot. He had seen combat. He could surely talk to Elide and tell her about his feelings.

“Eli, can we talk?”

“Uh oh…” she said, looking up to him “you are bailing on me.”

“I am not.” He took her hand and played with her fingers gathering time to think. “Are you okay with me? As in happy?”

She gave him the most beautiful smile that reminded why he was in love with her “you can be grumpy, but yes, I am happy with you.”

He nodded “neither of us have ever done this before so I am going to improvise.” He hadn’t been that nervous in a very long time “I…” he took a deep breath “please don’t be scared by what I am about to say.”

Elide pulled back from him staring at his weird expression.

“I love you.” He had said it. He had doomed himself.

Elide moved closer and kissed him deeply and he thought that surely was a good response.

“I do too.” She caressed his head “I know we haven’t been going out for a long time but yeah I have these strong feelings for you.” She kissed him again “and I love that I feel safe with you.” She chuckled “having a giant of a boyfriend helps.”

Lorcan’s mind locked on the word boyfriend. That was something else they hadn’t discussed yet. They had been dating but no labels. But he had to admit he liked the sound of it.

He grabbed her and pulled her half on top of him “so, I am your boyfriend?”

“Yes sir, and I am Commodore Lochan now.”

Lorcan laughed “considering how bossy you are, you can be the CO in the relationship.”

Elide straddled him and he realised that under the shirt she was still naked “Good. Now shut up and kiss me soldier, it’s an order from your superior.”

Lorcan pulled her down and, like a good soldier, kissed her. Deeply, showing her just how much he loved her.

***

Aelin and Rowan had fallen back asleep when Aelin’s phone buzzed on her nightstand.

“What now?” Aelin groaned, turning and slamming the phone with her hand “what the fuck is going on this morning?”

Rowan growled and pulled her to him hating the loss of contact with her body.

Aelin grabbed the phone and saw the text from Elide “good, your boss has told Elide he loves her. They are officially together.”

Rowan muttered something and Aelin smiled at his face smashed in the pillow, his eyes still shut and his hair, which was getting longer, was all messy. She took a picture of him. She loved watching his sleepy face. The hard lines of his face disappeared and his features relaxed. She scooted closer and his arms folded around her as of on instinct and buried her face in the crook of his neck then angled her face and kissed his cheek and felt a hint of stubble. Now that he was during his time off he was far more relaxed and he hadn’t bothered shaving. She admitted she kinda liked it. Aelin brushed his hair, enjoying a side of him that no one knew about.

She heard him moan gently at the touch. In the morning it was when he loved to cuddle the most. He liked contact with her any time of the day but the mornings were his weakness. He cracked open one eye and groaned again squeezing Aelin against him. Skin touching skin. Clothes in bed had become very quickly an annoying accessory and Aelin adored snuggling against him and wake up with the contact of his warmth against her.

“You are so needy in the morning.” He nodded energetically and Aelin kissed his lips. 

She felt his hands sneak down her back cupping her buttocks “come on buzzard, we can have breakfast and then we can go and do grampa things and go to the theatre later.” In response he held her tighter and Aelin smiled at this interesting side of him. She had a feeling the six months apart had made him crave even more contact with her. Not that she complained. She loved it.

She disentangled herself from him among his protests, got off the bed and reluctantly she wore her house clothes.

Rowan sat up slowly, his face still sleepy “what’s wrong with you this morning?”

“Blame Lorcan, he woke us up at the crack of dawn.”

He collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling “I am going to kill him.” He groaned and then extended his arms to grab her “come back in bed.”

Aelin instead pulled his arm “food.”

“I am pretty sure you can make toast without me.”

She dropped his arm and stormed to the kitchen almost annoyed.

Rowan huffed loudly, threw his legs off the bed and sat down, grabbing his boxers. Once he was dressed he stood and joined Aelin. He reached her side and bumped her hips with his pushing her away “you are dangerous even when you toast bread.”

She gave him a very rude gesture and sat on the counter but instead of making toast, Rowan started making pancakes “and don’t say I am not nice to you.”

Aelin scoffed and folded her arms at her chest “sure, if you are in the mood.”

Rowan gasped and pinched her side “you little devil.” Then went back to cooking “I was thinking that we could go to my place and get my stuff. I have a lot of kitchen things that we can still use and I can move the last of my stuff here. If you are still up to the idea.” He suggested quietly wondering if it had been a spur of the moment suggestion after he had come back.

“Getting cold feet, captain?” She smirked “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Rowan switched off the hob and moved to her “But I want to. My mind hasn’t changed from two days ago. I do want to move in with you. Officially.”

Her arms went around his neck “then let’s make this moving in day. We can go to the theatre tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

Aelin nodded “today is when it officially starts. Our life together. This will become house Whitethorn-Galathynius.”

Rowan’s heart started racing madly in his chest at the weight of her words. She was asking him to commit to her, to them. And although some of his fears still gripped his soul from time to time, he realised that, being with her, was all that actually mattered. He stepped closer to her “I am yours,” he had so many more things he wanted to say to her but that’s all he could muster. Her hand ran through his hair and the smile she gave him almost brought him to his knees “I am yours and you are mine.” She said softly against his lips.

“I am yours and you are mine.” He repeated.

Then her mouth moved to his neck and closer to his ear “now get a move on and finish those pancakes.”

Rowan laughed and pulled away “how did I end up with such a bossy woman at my side?”

She dunked her finger in the pancake mixture and smeared his nose with it “because you love a woman who likes to be on top and take charge.”

He cleaned his nose with a towel “you are a terror.”

It was an hour later when they arrived at his flat. It was the first time for Aelin and she was curious to see how he lived. He was very neat and tidy and super organised while she was the tornado. He would fold his clothes and put them away, she would throw them on a chair. In that aspect they were two complete opposites.

They stepped in and the flat was cold.

“Sorry, I haven’t been here in a while.” And went to turn the heating on.

The living room was simple with a bookshelf with a few books, a tv on a table, a sofa and a coffee table. There were no photos in the house and Aelin wondered if that was the house he had shared with Lyria.

“I never bothered much decorating.” He added when he noticed her expression “I moved out of the house I had with Lyria after I came back from deployment. I donated all of her stuff and got out of that place. I just couldn’t.” She saw the sadness in his eyes. No matter how horrible the woman had been she could see that he had loved her. “This has always been a place where to crash at night. It never felt like home.”

She brushed his hair “we now have our home.”

He nodded and kissed her then pulled away in case the kiss led to more. He had no intention of having sex with her in that flat.

“I have boxes,” he said “I’ll do the kitchen, could you please start with the living room?”

She grabbed some of the boxes he had pointed at and moved to the bookcase. That was a fun task at least, although he did not have many books.

“Almost all of your books are about flying.” She commented while browsing some of the titles with interest.

“I tend to have fiction on my e-reader. I can’t take physical books on a mission so my e-reader is my best buddy. I have hundreds of books in there.”

Slowly and methodically she emptied the bookcase and packed away his books. Once at the bottom shelf she noticed an hidden photo album at the back of the books.

She opened it and “Oh.” Surprise hit her when Aelin discovered it was a wedding album. Rowan and Lyria’s wedding album.

With a hint of curiosity she flipped through the pages and noticed that Lyria had been lovely. All that Aelin remembered of the woman was the bloodied and battered victim at the scene of an accident. Lyria was petite and graceful. She looked stunning in her wedding dress, then looked at Rowan in his dress mess uniform and her heart sank. He was gorgeous and much younger. He seemed happy.

She was so engrossed in the photos she did not notice him arriving at her side.

“Where did you find that?” He asked almost annoyed at her.

Aelin lifted her gaze and met his hurt stare “I was boxing the books. It was at the back, hidden.”

“I could not get rid of it,” he said, sitting at her side and grabbing the album “that’s why I hid it. 

“This is not something you bin.” She whispered. She had stashed all of Sam’s photos in a box full of memories about their life together. A box that was carefully hidden in the small attic her house had.

“We were happy in those photos, or so I want to believe.” He was silent for a while “I proposed before I left for a mission and promised we would get married upon my return. Once I was back Lyria had the wedding organised in a month.” He sighed, closing the book “soon after she started being unwell and we discovered she was pregnant. I should have known.” Aelin took his hand to offer silent comfort “it happened too soon to be mine, but I was so happy at the idea of becoming a dad that I ignored everything.” He stood and walked back to the kitchen and kept packing his stuff.

Aelin placed the photo album in the box and kept packing.

Once Aelin was done with the few belongings in his living room she joined him in the kitchen and noticed his full boxes “you really have loads of stuff for cooking.”

In response he gave her a wide grin, the sadness of a moment before completely gone “I was going to get us new stuff for our place but then I realised my stuff here is still in great condition so there is no need to waste money.”

Aelin raised her hands “you are the one doing the cooking. As long as you are fine…” She moved at his side and stared at him packing “can I do the bedroom or you don’t want me snooping?”

“Go on. Most of my clothes are already at our place. There’s not much there.”

She waltzed to his room and noticed it was even emptier than the living room. She opened the closet and found very few items in there. She folded the clothes and placed them in the bag and then moved to the nightstands and opened the drawers and took out the few items inside. In one of the drawers she found a box at the very bottom, hidden in the corner. She had a look and found out it was wedding rings. Hear heart ached. She had stashed away her engagement ring in her box of memories in the attic. A few times she had thought about selling it but never had the courage to do it. That ring was a promise she made to Sam and she would leave it with all the other pieces of a life that was probably never meant to be.

Aelin placed the tiny box in the one used for packing. Just like the wedding photos it was something that could be hidden away but never binned. No matter the hate. He had been married. Before they met they both had loved other people and that was a part of their lives that could not just be thrown away. It was part of who they were.

She finished packing the room and joined Rowan still in the kitchen finishing up the last few things.

“I think that’s us.” 

They did one final walkthrough and made sure they took everythin. Aelin helped Rowan load the boxes in his car and then he walked back to lock the door behind him but not before giving one last look at the place, ready to close that chapter of his life forever.

Once back in the car he took his place at the wheel and Aelin placed her hand on his knee “are you okay?” noticing his strange stare.

Rowan nodded shifting the gear into drive “I feel as if I finally closed a painful and chaotic chapter of my life and I somehow feel relieved.”

She kissed his temple “now it’s time for our chapter.” Then she giggled “just make sure there is a lot of smut.”

Rowan burst out laughing “no pressure, then?”

They got back to their house and dumped the boxes in the spare room except for the kitchen one. Rowan unpacked it and confessed he was looking forward cooking in an adult kitchen.

“Look at you. I am going to dress up like a frying pan maybe you will find me hot.”

Rowan stood and walked to her and pulled Aelin to him “I always find you hot.” His mouth close to her ear, his hand sneaking up her t-shirt, while the other one found its way in her shorts, pushing her closer to him, making her feel just how much he found her attractive.

Aelin kissed him fiercely and pushed him toward the counter “I want you naked, captain.”

Rowan pulled back and tugged off his t-shirt and his shorts, standing naked in front of her. “Your turn now.” Aelin removed her clothes and stopped in front of him “what are you going to do now?” She placed a hand on his chest and he grabbed her, lifting Aelin on the kitchen island. She lay on her back and locked her legs behind him, pulling him closer. Rowan bent over and kissed her belly “what about we started writing that smut chapter?” He added against her skin, then slowly moving down between her legs. Aelin moaned and her back arched “write away, captain…”

*

Aelin arrived at the fire station the next morning with a big smile on her face. She walked to the ambulance and climbed in when she noticed Lysandra in there working. She jumped on the gurney “Can I ask you something?”

“Go,” she said while storing away some medicines.

Aelin took a deep breath “when did you know that Aedion was the one?”

Lysandra stopped and turned “did something happen between you and the captain?”

“We officially moved in together. We went to get all his stuff from his flat.” She explained “we might have said things.”

“As in? Did you guys fight?”

Aelin shook her head remembering how they spent the rest of the afternoon before heading for the theatre.

“I don’t have an exact moment of when I realised Aedion was the man. All of a sudden I wanted him at my side forever. I just realised that he was the one.”

“I think the relationship with Rowan shifted.”

“Bad or good shift?” Lysandra abandoned her box of supplies and went into full gossip mode.

“Good. I think things between us just got serious.”

Lysandra smiled at her friend “and you are okay with it? Are you fine?”

Aelin nodded “Yes,” she brushed her hair “yes. I love the idea and it feels right.”

Lysandra squealed “I am so happy for you two. I knew you two were going to marry next.”

Aelin rolled her eyes “no one spoke of marriage. Yes, things developed but that is still very far away.” Then she looked at her watch “gotta go and get changed.” She jumped off the gurney “this stays between us.”

“Yes, mrs Whitethorn.” Aelin rolled her eyes one more time and left to get ready for their shift.

Once she arrived back in the common room she found it empty. That was strange. She walked out in the yard and found her answer.

Aedion, being the crazy military man that he was, was running rope rescue drills with Borte and the rest of the team was helping by playing victims.

“Captain,” said Aedion noticing her arrival “I just thought to use these quiet moments to do something useful.” She looked at Ress and Brullo playing victims and their face clearly showed that they would have been happier lazying in the common rom in front of the tv. A treat that Aedion allowed them only after he had executed his daily cruel routine. He believed in drills and training and Aelin was more than happy to give him free rain. When her workload would allow it, she would join in as well.

“Go on lieutenant.” She nodded, then turned to Borte “listen to him and you will do well.”

The woman nodded and they went back to training. 

Aelin on the other hand, went back to her office and buried herself on paperwork. That was the downside of being a captain, she had to deal with all the staff related issues for both shifts; holidays, rosters and any other issue coming her way. In front of her she had a small pile for staff requests, most of them time off requests she had to squeeze in in the next roster. The next bigger pile were the reports for the last call they had. It was her job to finalise them and file them. She hated writing reports. That’s why she was now procrastinating. One report lay in front of her abandoned while she was texting with Rowan. He told her he was having lunch with Gavriel later on. She told him to have fun and leave the other women alone. Aelin was about to go back to her paperwork when dispatch alarm went off and she laughed that she had been saved by the bells.

She ran out of her office and to her engine donning her turnout gear left on the floor with the others, jumped on the vehicle and put her jacket on while Nox drove out followed by truck and the ambulance.

“Structure fire,” said Nox.

“Don’t you just love mornings?”

The drive did not take long. Aelin jumped off the engine followed by her team. Luckily the house was small “Ansel, Luca I want you to vent the back.” Then she turned to Aedion “I can see a basement, take Ress and Brullo and do a search there.” Then she looked at the new recruit “Borte, Manon, you are with me, we’ll do a sweep of the first floor.” The three women moved inside “we don’t have much time,” she shouted over the radio “the fire is deep in the structure. Sweep and once you are clear you get out.” She turned right and indicated to Borte and Manon to cover the rest of the floor.

“Fire department, call out.” She shouted. Crouching low Aelin began to sweep methodically the room, visibility was bad and the fire was quickly spreading. They did not have much time.

 “Fire department, call out.” She was about to turn around when she saw a foot peeking from behind the sofa. “I got someone,” she shouted over the radio.

Aelin was about to grab the elderly lady when she perked up and started screaming “let me die.” The woman shouted and resisted Aelin’s help almost pushing her on the ground.

“We need to go.” Aelin grabbed the woman’s arms but she was much stronger than expected and pushed her away again “I need assistance in the living room.” She called over the radio and Manon appeared a moment later.

“Let me die. Let me die.” Kept repeating the woman fighting Aelin.

Aelin nodded to Manon and they grabbed one the shoulders and the other one the legs and carried out the elderly lady who kept trashing all the way outside. They placed her on the gurney and Lysandra and Elide took care of the woman who was now weeping hard.

Aedion joined her “basement clear.”

Aelin removed her mask “guys scene is clear, get the water going now.” Then she stared at the woman on the gurney and wondered.

They did a secondary search “fire originated in the kitchen,” said Brullo joining her outside “cooking oils fire gone wild.”

Aelin nodded “let’s pack up and return to quarters.”

The journey back to the station was quiet and Aelin could not remove from her head the plea from the woman to let her die. What kind of pain would drive someone to beg to let them die in a fire?

Once back at the station she hid back in her office and tried to work again, but after an hour she gave up. She got out and called her team “engine, let’s go for a ride. Aedion, keep truck here. I have the radio with me. If we get a call we’ll see you on the scene.” She jumped on the engine and Nox was at the wheel waiting for her orders “Orynth General.” The man nodded and the engine drove out of the station.

“Do you think she did it?” Asked Asterin from the back.

“I don’t know,” replied Aelin, her gaze fixed outside.

Nox parked the rig just outside of the hospital “you stay here just in case.” She got off the vehicle and walked into the building and then the A&E reception “Hi Sorscha,” she said to the woman.

“Hi Aelin.”

“I believe Lys and Elide dropped off an elderly lady we rescued from a fire. I was wondering how she is.”

“Yes, Mrs Perkins.” She typed something in her computer “smoke inhalation mostly and some first degree burns.”

“Did you manage to contact any family?”

Sorscha nodded “her daughter is driving from Illium just now.”

Aelin nodded “can I go and see her?”

“Med bay three.” And the doctor pointed her in the right direction.

Once there she knocked against the beam to announce her presence “Mrs Perkins?”

“Yes?” Said the woman shakily.

Aelin moved a step in “Hi, my name is Aelin, I am one of the firefighters who rescued you.”

The woman looked away “why did you do that?” The woman’s voice was strained.

“It’s my job. I can’t let people burn inside buildings.” She explained quietly.

The woman’s hazelnut eyes met hers “I begged you, though. I wanted to die.” Her voice broke and Aelin noted again the pain in the woman’s voice. 

She sat on the chair at her side and took her hand “why?”

The woman was silent for a moment “I lost my husband six months ago. We had been together for fifty two years.” Aelin’s heart hurt at the pain in the woman’s stare “it might make me weak, but I miss him and without him I feel lost.”

Aelin took a deep breath, fighting the tears threatening to appear. For a brief second her treacherous heart showed a life without Rowan and she could share the woman’s pain.

“You are far too young to understand.”

“A year and a half ago I lost my fiancee. He was a firefighter too. He died in a fire,” she confessed, pain gripping her heart. Yes, losing Rowan would probably break her completely, but Sam’s death had pushed to an abysm that she struggled to come back from for a while. “it almost destroyed me. I gave up on everything for a while. I felt like I could not go on without him. My friends brought me back from the darkness.”

“What was his name?”

“Sam.” She gripped the woman’s hand “I am sure your husband would like to know that you are still alive and well. He wouldn’t want you to give up for him.”

The woman nodded and in that instant her radio went off.

“Go,” said the lady “go and save someone else.”

Aelin rushed out and joined the engine “let’s go, guys.” And they rushed to another call.

An hour later engine and truck made it back to the station. Everyone went to their duties and Aelin walked back to the office, finally trying to catch up to all the paperwork. At least she had a good excuse for Dorian if it was late. Saving people had the priority.

She was finally in the zone and making some progress when someone knocked at her door.

“Come in,” she almost snarled.

Aedion popped his blonde hair in the crack “someone for you at the front.”

Aelin sighed and followed him on the apparatus floor and saw a woman waiting for her with a box in her hands “Hi, are you Aelin?”

She nodded.

“My name is Ellie, I believe you saved my mum from a fire this morning.”

“You are mrs Perkin’s daughter.”

The woman in front of her nodded and offered her the box “as a thank you to all of you. I got it from the bakery down the road.”

“Thank you,” Aelin grabbed the box and placed it on the big bumper of the engine “how’s your mum?”

“They will discharge her tomorrow. Given her age they want to keep her in for a night to keep an eye on her.”

“I went to see her.”

“My mum…” the woman started and Aelin knew she was restraining the tears from coming “since dad died, she has barely left the house. My husband and I live in Illium. I go once a week and do a big shopping for her, help her in anyway I can. But she gave up on everything.”

“She told me.”

Then the woman sighed “I convinced her to come and live with us. The climate is much milder. Plus she has grandkids and I hope playing grandma will cheer her up.”

Aelin smiled fondly “I am so glad.”

“Thank you for dragging her outside. I could not have been able to cope with losing my mum so soon after my dad.”

“No need to thank me, it’s my job.”

The woman gave her a nod and a smile “I need to go back to the hospital. I just thought to come and say thank you.”

“Give her our best.”

“Will do.” And she walked away.

Aelin stared at the woman disappear for a moment, then she grabbed the box and went to the common room.

“I bring goodies,” the box high up and eyes turned to her at the announcement “from the daughter of the lady from the house fire this morning.” She placed the box on the table and her team ran to it as soon as they recognised its origin. They w ere all fan of the bakery.

“Leave some for Lysandra, Elide and Evangeline. They are the only ones working.” She smiled and walked away ignoring the sweets, something that Aedion noticed and followed her into her office.

“Are you okay?”

Aelin nodded.

“It’s not like you to pass on sweet treats from the bakery down the road.”

Aedion sat down across from her, worry deep in his expression “ok, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Will you stop it?” He almost shouted “I can totally tell there is something wrong but all of a sudden you have decided that you don’t need Lys and me anymore. I know you have posh boy but we have known you longer than him.” It was petty, but he was not letting her shutting down once again.

Aelin stood in a swift motion, facing him “that lady is what is wrong. She lost her husband of fifty two years six months ago and it just opened up wounds I thought had finally started to heal.” She paced behind the desk “her pain reminded me of my own. And every time I think I am getting better my fears come back, reminding me that Rowan has a dangerous job too and makes me want to bail on him and go back being on my own because I cannot go through that pain again.” She let out a ragged breath “this time it could destroy me for good. And I am so scared.”

He moved a step to her and hugged her tight “have you told him?”

Aelin shook her head “it’s just stupid fears,” her voice on the verge of a sob.

“No they are not and he needs to know. He deserves to know. The man is crazy about you.”

She sobbed in his arms her limbs lightly shaking “I love him, but I am so damn scared.”

“You should talk to Lys.” He said against her hair “even after years she is still terrified every single time that alarm goes off.” He sighed “and although her job is less scary, I worry every time she and Elide go out on their own. Until the ambulance comes back in here.”

Aelin pulled back from the embrace.

“Talk to him, okay?”

She nodded.

“Now come and eat some delicacies before the hungry hungry hippos we have in the common room polish up the entire box. You should have some. You saved that woman after all.”

Aelin was back in her office after she had managed to eat the last bits of cakes left. She also felt better. The chat with Aedion had helped and she had texted Rowan. She had to talk to him. Aedion had been right. Rowan deserved to know.

She was about to go back to work for the billionth time that day, when Aedion joined her again “hey, I know you are trying to work, but Orynth just got a snowstorm alert. It’s quite bad.”

Aelin got into action “I want to make sure we have supplies, have Ress check that the backup generators are in good shape. Make sure the truck and engine and the ambulance are in good shape if we get a call.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Aedion left and Aelin texted Rowan to get to the firehouse quickly. She did not want him around town when the storm hit. He texted back saying that he was driving Gav home and heading to the station.

Once in the common room she joined the others in front of the tv to listen to the news. The meteorologists expected high levels of snow and extreme temperatures.

“Ok, people we are in for a treat and probably a long shift. Let’s close the doors for now to keep the storm out.”

The squad spread out and went about their duties. Aelin went to phone Dorian for an update and Dorian gave her permission to use the house for shelter for anyone requesting it.

She tried to phone Rowan again and when he didn’t answer she started to worry. The weather was taking a turn for the worse.

The dispatch alarm went off calling for the ambulance assistance. The three paramedic ladies ran to the ambulance and Aedion joined Lysandra “be careful out there. It’s getting worse. Just drive safely, please.” He gave her a deep kiss “I love you.” She kissed him back and the three left.

Five minutes later they were on the scene and Lysandra gasped when she was off the ambulance and saw who was with the victim.

“Is that Rowan?” Asked Elide joining her.

“I took Gavriel home. I went to get something for Aelin before heading to the station and then I saw  her on the ground. I think she bashed her head on the pavement.” He explained not leaving the side of the injured woman.

Lysandra noticed the good job he had done “you blocked her neck.”

“She was unconscious when I found her, but she has been breathing and has a pulse.”

“You’d make a good paramedic. You have the right instincts. ”

Lysandra grabbed the backboard while Rowan placed the collar around the woman’s neck.

“I’ll help you ladies.” And he lifted the board on the gurney with Lysandra.

“Go to the station, she is waiting for you.”

“Be safe, the three of you. The roads are nasty.”

Lysandra nodded and they climbed in the ambulance. He shut the doors and patted the door to tell them they were good to go.

Rowan walked back to his car and dumped the food on the passenger seat. Aelin had been craving a burger from Emrys in a while and they haven’t been able to go so he decided to surprise her.

Getting to the station took him longer than usual, the storm had worsened and visibility was almost non existent. He hoped they didn’t have to go out on a call.

He walked through the door and found the firehouse quite hectic. It seemed like the guys were busy getting ready.

“Captain…” Brullo waved at him.

“Is Aelin in her office?”

“She is in the gear room doing equipment checks.”

“Thanks Brullo.”

Rowan walked into the gear room and found her sitting on the floor playing with the oxygen tanks.

“I bring food.” He waved the bag at her and Aelin looked up at the sound of his voice.

“Ro.” She stood and jumped quickly in his arms “you made it.”

“I also bumped into Lys and Elide. And helped. I am the one who called for the ambulance.”

“Paramedic Whitethorn indeed.” She kissed him gently “now sit,” and snatched the bag of food from him.

“You really love the food more than me.”

Aelin kissed him “I love you but Emrys burgers are amazing. And I love you even more for bringing this.”

He sat on the floor with her and stole a few fries. “You should have gotten one for yourself.” And pushed her burger to him “come on, take half.” He took a bite and pulled his arm around her shoulder while she munched away happily.

“Can we talk?” She said softly after a while, taking the last bit of her burger.

“Of course we can.”

Aelin turned and kneeled in font of him, placing her hands on his knees “we got a call this morning. An old lady we think torched her own place to kill herself.” She told him “when I tried to save her she begged me to let her die.” She looked at him “I went to the hospital to see how she was and we talked.” Her hand grabbed Rowan’s, twining her fingers with his “she lost her husband of fifty two years six months ago. She could not live without him anymore.” She sighed deeply “it opened some wounds. Wounds I thought had now healed and my fears came back and with them the need to bail. To not get attached because the pain could be too much this time.” She sniffled “ but I am not leaving you, no matter how scared I am.” Rowan cupped her face and kissed her “I have the same fears. The night you told me what happened while I was away and walked on the balcony and left you I had the same thoughts. I wanted to bail too.” He kissed her again “I am not leaving you, though because although we haven’t been together for fifty two years, I can’t imagine not having you at my side.”

Aelin sobbed and nested against his chest, incapable of utter any more words. It terrified her sometimes how quickly she and Rowan had become involved after they stopped fighting, how deep the connection. She hoped they were meant to last, because in his arms she could only imagine a future with her silver-haired man.

“We are okay, Fireheart.” And hugged her tight “we can talk about our fears. You can talk to me, you know.”

She nodded “I know.” She sat back down “thank you for the burger.”

A kiss in her head “it was my pleasure.”

“So what do you do for equipment checks?” Rowan changed the topic trying to cheer up Aelin.

“Mostly checking that the tools are working, but most importantly check that the oxygen tanks have been filled.”

He stood and went to grab her jacket and tried it on “this is heavier than I thought.”

Aelin smiled and went to get a bundle “remove your shoes.”

He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“The boots are always inside the trousers. We leave this near the trucks so when we get a call we just remove the shoes, step into the boots and pull up the trousers and then wear the jacket.”

Rowan put his feet in the boots as instructed, then Aelin helped him pull up the trousers and the suspenders and placed the jacket on him.

“So, so sexy right now.” She took a photo of him and then walked closer and kissed him “I have so many naughty thoughts right now.”

Rowan pinned her to the wall and kissed her avidly but she stopped when she heard the sound of the backup generator kick in “that’s the backup generators. Which means a possible power outage. The fun is about to start.”

Rowan removed the uniform very quickly and together they joined the rest in the common room.

“What’s the update?” She asked.

Aedion was about to reply when the dispatch alarm went off.

“Let’s get moving.” Shouted Aelin while running to the engine. Rowan joined her “be careful, all of you.”

“You play host here. Sometimes people come here for shelter.”

He nodded and gave her a quick last kiss before shutting the engine’s. In silence he watched the three vehicles roll out of the firehouse and disappear quickly in the heavy snowfall. 

All he had to do now was wait and hope they would make it back safely.

He left the apparatus floor and sat on the sofa in the common room, the place eerily silent.

And waited…

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Duff (5) (M)

jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight masterlist 

pairing: im jaebum x reader  genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO! I guess too now  plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your bestfriend, Heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception. but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows  a/n: I think I'm completing Duff now! it won’t be too long, I think like four more parts left, maybe more, I don’t have a plan! stay tuned! not edited, hope y’all enjoy it! <3

“Prick,” you seethed, watching the girl laugh as she placed her hand on his arms. 

Even from the distance, you could hear Jaebum chuckle, you could hear his silvery tone and the heat of him as he leaned into the girl and whispered something in her ear.

The girl leaned back with a frown, and Jaebum pointed before turning towards your table. You looked away, but you knew Jaebum had caught you staring.

Your doubts became confirmed when he slid into the booth and placed a drink in front of you, “What were you looking at, love?”

Heather turned to you, her eyes glistening innocently in the lights. You glared at Jaebum before turning towards Heather, “I don’t trust him.”

Heather only laughed, her soft voice floating over the thumping music of the club like a melody, “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. I really thought the two of you would become friends after working together.”

“Me too,” Jaebum mused in with a knowing smile.

Your glare darkened at him as you lifted the dark liquid to your lips, “Well, you thought wrong.”

“Always breaking my heart, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You turned to see if Heather saw this blatant flirting, but she was busy talking to the male beside her. She laughed at something she said, her hand falling on his arm. You turned to Jaebum now to see if he noticed her flirting, but his eyes remained on you smug and unmoving.

Your brows furrowed with annoyance at the two of them, and you frowned before downing the drink.

Jaebum instantly placed another in front you, and you glared at him but accepted it anyway. After all, free booze was free booze.

Heather had left with the attractive guy and was now grinding against him at the dance floor, leaving only Jaebum and you remaining in the booth. You glanced at Jaebum who continued to watch you as if you were the only thing in the whole entire universe worth looking at.

“What?” you snarled, making Jaebum’s smile brighten.

“You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?”

“And you’re an annoying cunt, aren’t you?”

Jaebum laughed at that, but your frown only deepened as you spotted Heather’s red-hair in the crowd of people.

“God, Jaebum,” you turned towards him frustrated. You didn’t know how to say this without being a nosy bitch who was causing problems in their relationships, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Every time you would go to the clubs with them. Jaebum and you remained on the table, sneering at each other or commenting on the idiots in the club. While Heather was on the dance-floor with a different guy every week, grinding against them as if she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Don’t you care that she’s dancing with someone else?”

Jaebum shrugged, taking a sip of his beer, “I don’t dance.”

You sighed as your lips drew into a line, “Are you guys in an open relationship?”

“No,” Jaebum snorted, before adding with a heart-stopping wink, “But arrangements can be made for you.”

You groaned at that, “I can’t believe she’s going out with a sleazeball like you.”

“Hey,” Jaebum frowned, “You’re the only person I am a sleazeball with.”

“I’m honoured,” you rolled your eyes. You leaned towards him, your face taunting as you drawled, “And exactly, how many girls have you told that to already?”

“Only you, love,” he leaned, his face just a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes darted to his lips and you swallowed, hard, “Disgusting.”

Jaebum laughed once again, before falling against the backrest, “It’s good that she gets to live her life how she wants to.”

You followed his gaze to where Heather and the guy were dry humping now.

“It’s quite brilliant,” he looked over at you.

“Oh, you think that’s brilliant, cool,” you told him with fake enthusiasm, “I’ll note it down in my diary tonight.”

Jaebum stared at you, the lightness in his eyes shifting with an intensity that settled on you, making you shift uncomfortably. His eyes held you as he saw through every word that you spoke, every sigh and every wall you had put around yourself, and smiled as if he knew all your secrets, “What’s wrong, y/n? Why are you back to being a loathsome little creature?”

You snorted at that, his gaze still heavy on you as you avoided looking at him.

“I thought we were getting along,” he said softly. It was surprising you could hear him over the loud trashy music of the club. You could hear him, and hear that heaviness in his voice that made your heart sink.

You knew he was referring to that night in Heather’s kitchen.

You remembered that feeling in your chest. The lightness and heaviness that settled there at once, that warm little glow that ignited somewhere deep. You remembered the hope, and how your heart wrenched as you saw Jaebum disappear into your best friend’s room.

You knew it was dangerous. You knew it would cost too much.

So instead you smiled at him. You saw his face fall as he took in the sinister twist on your lips as you sang, mocking him, your heart tugging with every word, “Yeah well, you thought wrong.”

His face clouded with confusion, sadness, and your heart bled as he said, “You shared something with me, y/n.”

The smile dropped and your lips pursed into a tight line, you saw the hurt on his face. You shrugged, nonchalantly, “Yeah, I overshare with everyone so don’t think you’re special.”

You looked away from him and his eyes failing to mask the hurt.

//

“Y/n,” he moaned, his voice dark and velvet. 

A breath escaped you as his hot tongue licked your neck before his lips kissed your searing skin. Your eyes rolled back, your hips rising before setting down on his big thick cock again.

He groaned against your skin, his fingers tightening on your hips.

You leaned back, a smirk on your lips as you saw the dark-haired male look up at you. His dark eyes almost closing from pleasure as you rose once again before letting him fill you up once again, tortuously slow.

“Such a good boy,” your lips twisted into a smile, as he let out another breathy groan. Your fingers tangled into his dark hair before you gripped it, pulling his head back. 

You took him in, his eyes needy and dark with desire, his lips red and tempting as he met your eyes. His hips moved helplessly below you trying to fuck you as he wanted.

You snickered, raising on your knees, making him almost whine. You tugged his hair harder, making him hiss, the darkness in his eyes taking over.

“You should see yourself right now,” you amused, leaning down and running your tongue up his neck, reaching just below his ear. You placed a soft kiss there, before biting his earlobe, his hands tightened in response. You grind yourself against him again, and he lets out a throaty groan. “Such a mess.”

You leaned back looking at his handsome face, “Such a pretty fucking mess, aren’t you, Jaebum?”

He nodded, his mind a haze in lust and desire.

You leaned in once again, your lips kissing his pale neck, as he let out another desperate moan, and then another. Another.

Your fingers tugged his hair, caressing it. Your fingers running down his long strands, tracing it down his back, you bit his neck and he let out a soft feminine sigh.

You opened your eyes, and found ember wrapped around your fingers. You leaned back and saw her beautiful face arched up towards you. Her eyes closed, the fire of her hair spreading behind her, her pouty lips parted with a moan.

Heather opened her eyes, the green in them darkening with poison as her lips parted once more, “What are you doing with him?”

Your eyes widened as you stared at her in shock. Her perfectly straight teeth seething as fangs grew in, her eyes changing as she hissed this time. Her body beneath your body, slithered as scales started to cover her.

Her sharp tongue hissed at you as you saw the betrayal turn her into a monster, “I thought we were friends. How could you do this?”

Her s’s drawn-out, as she continued, “I loved him. I loved you. You hurt me. Now pay the price.”

She darted towards you, the venom spitting out of her mouth as you jerked backwards.

You gasped as you jolted in your chair. 

You looked around taking in your surroundings, calming down slightly as you realised you were still in the office at work. You gulped, your throat was dry as you reached for your water bottle underneath your desk.

You choked on it as the male from your dream appeared in front of you. You frowned, as you thumped your chest to help the choking.

Jaebum’s eyes shone with bright lightness as he took you in, a familiar grin on his rosy lips as he snickered, “Can’t seem to function around me, love?”

The choke receded and you spat, “Get over yourself, sir.”

You sneered the title knowing how much it annoyed him.

In the past week, you started to properly work as Mr Im Jaebum’s assistant. During that period you had realised two things. First, being his secretary wasn’t bad at all, he was actually hardworking and wasn’t too difficult to assist. And secondly, he didn’t want to be your boss as much as you didn’t want to be his personal assistant.

He would visibly cringe and frown whenever you said sir, boss or Mr Im.

“Just call him Jaebum, y/n,” he groaned from the hundredth time, “is it really that hard?”

“Yes, I am a professional.”

Jaebum only smiled, rolling his eyes, before he waved you in to follow him instead. You groaned getting up from your seat, and Jaebum smirked at you knowingly, “Yes, clearly a professional.”

You only glared at the back of his head as you followed him in. You couldn’t help but admire his perfect ass, and how great it looked in those suit pants he wore.

He spun around, and your gaze instantly lifted to meet his. Your cheeks flushed as you saw the corner’s of his lips lift as he caught you in the act.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It was literally becoming concerning at this point. All you ever thought about was him. The way he would smile, roll his eyes or laugh at you snarking back at him.

You really didn’t know how you functioned around Im Jaebum, because every time you were around him, your body went into overdrive. 

You thought about him endlessly. You thought about Jaebum when you had dinner, when you would wake up. You would be pleasing yourself, and right before you came, the thing to send you over the edge was always him. You had cum countless times moaning his name, and it was mortifying.

Your cheeks flushed brighter as you thought of all the indecent things about him.

And now, he was even invading your dreams.

Him and Heather.

You shuddered at the memory, but Jaebum had already turned back towards his desk to notice. He lifted up his hand, gesturing you to walk over with two fingers.

The power of that movement, the authority, the dominance, almost made you melt and fall onto your knees, but you still walked towards him. No sign of the storm raging on inside you as you stood on the other side of the table, taking in the sheets of paper spread over the dark wood.

“What are these?” You asked quietly as you took in the papers. All you saw were graphs, research papers and a few photographs of what looked like a UNICEF campaign for poverty.

“Which of these do think is the best,” he lifted up a pile of papers and handed them to you.

A snort left you as you shuffled through the papers, all pictures of Jaebum in different poses; some professional and some completely ridiculous. But he looked like a handsome model in all of them. You sighed, looking up at him, “Once again, what are these?”

“I had an interview with the magazine and they sent over a few finals for me to select,” he replied, as he moved over to your side of the table. You stilled as you felt his presence behind you. He spoke, his hot breath hitting your neck, “Which of these do you think is good?”

You peered up at him through your lashes, as his eyes turned to look at you. He was close, too close. You took a step away, but not before noticing his eyes flicking to your lips.

You bit your lip before you turned to the selection of photos, “What is the interview for?”

“For me.” 

You gave him a dry look, “Yes, and what exactly about you?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually,” he frowned as he scratched his temple. You gave him another dry look and shook your head.

“Yeah, the interview is not happening, I’ll call them up and cancel now.”

Jaebum looked at you wide-eyed, his hands grasping your elbow to stop you as you passed him, “What? Why?”

“They are a gossip magazine, Jaebum,” you sighed, gesturing to the covers they had sent over. “They aren’t showing a title for you cover story, or for any of the other stories they’re doing because they don’t want to reveal the theme. Chances are, it’s not nice and will only cause trouble.”

“But I-”

You cut him off with a sigh, “Look, if you want interviews I can set some up for you. Journalists would fall over themselves to get a chance to interview you, but not them,” you pointed to the pile of cover shoots, “They will only tear you apart to sell their magazine.”

“It’s a friend,” his eyebrows furrowed together so innocently, you wanted to stroke his face and make the worry disappear.

But instead, you gave him a grim smile, “Does your friend run the magazine?”

“No.”

“Is an editor or hold power?”

“No, it’s a friend of his who needed something big, and I just wanted to help,” he trailed off. He let go of his grip on you and ran his fingers through his dark hair instead. 

You had run your fingers through them in your dream too, but now you couldn’t remember how they felt.

“If you want to help them, tell your friend to contact me,” you sighed, watching him as he settled onto the couch in the corner of his office. You had realised that Jaebum rarely ever sat on the chair meant for him. He always sat elsewhere unless someone had come to visit for a meeting. “I have a lot of scope for them.”

Jaebum looked at you, giving you a tired smile. You walked towards him, your heels softly sinking into the rug underneath the couch. You licked your lips as you sang, “Benefits of being besties with a socialite.”

Jaebum chuckled half-heartedly, “You and besties are the poster party girls.”

“We know how to have fun,” you replied, still watching him carefully. Jaebum looked absolutely distort and tired as he leaned into his forearms, his dark hair hiding his face.

You stood there for a long moment. You weren't sure if you should walk out and give him space, or sit next to him and soothe his tense back.

Just as you were about to leave Jaebum let out a dark snicker, “I can’t even fucking do this right.”

You stopped and turned towards him. He wasn’t looking at you, his cold and distant eyes stared at the floor as he shook his head, his lips curling.

“All you needed was one look and you knew that magazine was shady, and I...” He shook his head, his lips curling into a cruel smile intended just for him. “I couldn’t even do a single interview right.”

“Hey, come on,” you said softly, deciding to walk over to him. You sat down next to him, “You just came back, you don’t know about gossip magazines. The only reason I know is that I read stuff like that. No one expects you to know.”

Jaebum laughed again, hollow, “No one expects anything from me.”

You frowned at that, “Jaebum if this is about your position and you being the son of the chairman, I think you’re pretty wrong. The Chairman was actually against your appointment, it was the Board that scouted and are fighting for you.”

“It’s only because I am a threat,” he shook his head, as he massaged his palm nervously. “It’s so I don’t go elsewhere.”

“Exactly, you are so good that they can’t afford to lose you,” your frown deepened as you studied him. “So what is the problem?”

“They’ll make me permanent regardless,” he shrugged.

“Do you want to be the Director?”

Jaebum sighed, before shrugging, “I don’t know.’

You bit your lip before you nudged your shoulder against him slightly. He turned to you, and you saw the lightness return to his eyes, and your heart shivered.

You looked towards the front and you said, “Yeah, well, trial periods go both ways. You can say no at the end of this as much as they have the right too.”

You looked at him one more time with a soft smile, “Either way, you’ll do absolutely fantastic.”

“Fantastic,” he repeated, his lips lifting into a mocking grin, and you could barely breath. You gulped as what ever oxygen you had in your lungs all fled as his eyes darted to your lips. You saw them darken, and your stomach dropped.

You remembered the dream and ached at how badly you wanted to see him that way. You remembered the slightest kiss you shared in the elevator and wondered what it would be like to do it properly, to complete it this time around.

His minty breath fell over your lips. You breathed him in for moment, before shooting up from your seat. Your eyes remained on Jaebum, who now stared at the empty space where you had been a second ago. He blinked once, and then a grin broke over his gorgeous face.

“Well,” you breathed, calming your racing heart and the slow pulse in your core. “I’ve got emails to answer.”

You were almost at the door when Jaebum’s voice surrounded you. It was mocking, but you could easily hear the sincerity as he called out, “And you have the nerve to say we’re not friends, y/n.”

You stopped, peeking over your shoulder. He relaxed back onto the couch, but his eyes kept watching you, his gaze burning you as he waited for your answer.

You bit your nails into your palm, and your eyes fluttering close as you sighed, “Fine.”

“Fine?” Jaebum asked, the hope shining brighter than the teasing.

“Friends.” You stated before speeding towards the door.

“Don’t go too hard on those emails, love,” Jaebum laughed, as you walked out of the glass door.

“Prick.” You muttered as you collapsed on your chair.

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[moral-turpitudes]

Swan Lake:

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

A/N: This idea came to me at like 3 am and idk why, it’s totally not canon or whatever but it was fun to write. I also don’t know anything about ballet so don’t come for my neck lol. 

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Slight Mentions of/Implied Physical and Emotional Abuse, Descriptions of Death/Fighting etc.

Word Count: 3,977

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

+ Jack Timmons (OC, albeit a shitty one)

Requested: No

Summary: After constant threats of losing her position in a prominent ballet company, Y/N feels trapped in her circumstances. That is until an infamous blue-eyed gangster stumbles upon her one night, helping her leave her past behind, because sometimes that’s the best thing you can do.

“One, two, three. One, two, three.” Y/N counted to herself as she rehearsed in the quiet concert hall. Her nerves still a mess as the ear-splitting voice of her department head played on a loop in her mind. His harsh words stinging as she continued on.

With every leap and pirouette, her toes and tired muscles screamed to be free from their routine binds that held them together. Her corset digging into her skin, the paper thin pantyhose ripping on her knees from a nasty fall, and her feet cracking and bleeding with each new pair of ballet slippers she broke-in. On nights like this, she often questioned what she was doing this for. Was it for glory? For money? For distraction? It seemed only time could tell.

Unbeknownst to her, a man looked on from the dark entrance. A cigarette in hand as he observed her movements. His eyes alert as he’d heard a man yelling moments before.

Smoke escaped his lips as he watched in silence. The only music coming from inside the woman’s head, her body moving in strict motions to the beat she’d memorized from the orchestra that would usually play during shows. Her instructors voices in her head, threatening to fire her if she didn’t do better.

She never thought that something that brought her so much joy could bring her so much pain, but that seemed to be how things went in life, at least for her.

As she ended her dance, she sat on the cold stage, untying the stiff slippers and wincing as the fabric clung to her bloodied feet. No matter the cloth she put around them, she always found cuts and blisters ambushing her skin. This was the price she paid for perfection. Dancing was her “thing.” Her one gift to the world. The one thing that she’d always have, that no one could ever take away from her.

But with tear filled eyes she looked up at the spotlight beaming down on her, the makeup that was once well kept, slowly being washed away by the tears rushing down her cheeks.

As she ripped her gaze from the blinding light, she thought she felt eyes on her. Feverishly blinking the colorful spots on her vision away as she looked out into the empty seats, where a set of blue eyes stared back, their owner stoic and unmoving.

“Hello?” She asked, her heart racing slightly as she painstakingly walked off the stage and down the middle isle towards the man. Trying her best to wipe her tears away.

“Sorry to startle you miss. Just observing.” He said gruffly, cigarette smoke escaping his lips.

“Why are you here...? What’s your name...? Who do you work for...?” She asked in a barrage of questions, her nerves frazzled as she stood before him.

His blue eyes pierced hers as he took in the state of her. Elegantly hiding the pain behind a powder pink façade.

“I stopped in while on business and I heard yelling.” He said, adjusting his peaked cap, the razor blades glinting off the dull light from outside the theater.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized what gang he was a part of. Remembering talk around the city that they were moving in on London. Making threats and crashing party halls more often than not.

“Everything’s fine, sir.” She said, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“You don’t look fine.” He said.

“You haven’t answered my questions, sir.” She said, deflecting his comments and looking at him skeptically. With a sigh, and a long drag from his cigarette, he spoke.

“My name is Thomas, Thomas Shelby. But you can call me Tommy if you like...” He said walking towards her. Her heart racing slightly as she stood in place.

“...and I’m a man who does bad things. But don’t worry love, I have no bad business with you.” He said, gradually walking towards door.

“Wait....” She said, looking around the empty theater nervously as he stopped in his tracks.

“Why exactly were you watching me?” She asked, walking to him.

He sighed as the cigarette burnt down to the last little bit, ending with him throwing it on the tiled floor and stomping it out.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright....and then I saw you dancing to no music. It intrigued me.” He said flatly.

“How so?” She said, crossing her arms at the infamous gang leader.

“Because I can hear it too.” He said.

“You memorized the song? How? You haven’t seen the show.” She said, walking down the stairs with the mysterious man.

“My mother used to play it at home and she’d dance, quite like you. I recognized the routine.” He said, standing near the exit. The streets bustling with people under the moonlit sky.

“You don’t look like someone who listens to music. Do you dance?” She asked, beguiled by the rather handsome blinder.

“I liked a lot of things before the war. Dancing was one of them. But now?.....No.” he said shaking his head slightly as he continued.

“Sometimes life has a way of taking things from us.” He said softly, lighting another cigarette as he stood before her.

“That it does.” She said, glancing at her tired hands as he observed her once more, how she stood and how her hair fell limply around her face, framing it ever so gently.

“I’m probably overstepping my bounds...Tommy. But uh, if you’re ever in need of dancing lessons...I can help. Free of charge.” She said, the thought escaping her lips on a whim. Her mind racing with wanting to dance anywhere but there in that dreadful theater.

“Free of charge aye? Do you make a lot at these shows?” He asked, his eyes boring into hers.

“No. I’m actually on my way out. Was almost fired for the last show. I wasn’t good enough.” She said looking down.

“That’s a shame. I thought you did great.” He said.

“Tell that to the department head. I’m tired of ruining my body for something that doesn’t pay. I’d rather do it for fun. At least then life might be worth living.” She said, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her pent up feelings slowly trickling out as the minutes passed.

“What do you do for fun, Tommy?” She asked, changing the subject.

He stood in thought, never really taking into account anything besides the noise in his head or the ache in his heart. Never giving himself the time for anything reminiscent of fun.

“I uh, work with horses I guess.” He said.

She nodded and sat in a chair near the exit, wincing and fiddling with the tulle of her tutu.

“So what do you say? Dancing or no?” She asked, a small smirk playing at her lips.

“I’ll accept your offer, on two conditions.” He said.

“Alright, what are your conditions oh infamous Mr. Shelby?” She asked, seeing a small smirk on his face. One that seemed to be uncomfortable, like it had been hidden for years.

“That you give me the name of your department head, and let me employ you.” He said bluntly.

“I’m not a killer, I’m just a dancer.” She said, looking down at her wrists. Bruises forming from many routines throughout the week and from her vile department head.

“You won’t deal with that kind of business. But I’d like to pay you. I can see that you work hard for what you want.” He said sitting next to her.

“You want me to dance for you? What like at some whore house?” She scoffed.

“No. You can dance for fun or teach or whatever it is you want to do. But a job with me, in my shop, can bring you the money you’re looking for. You won’t have to beat yourself up anymore.” He said, noticing the bruising hand prints around her wrists.

“I’ll think about it.” She said quietly, getting up and stretching out her arms, her muscles aching at the movement. Thomas headed towards the door abruptly, not wanting to keep her any longer considering he’d given orders to his brothers a while ago.

“Hey...” She said, stopping him.

“Mhmm?” He mumbled, lighting another cigarette.

“His name is Mr. Timmons. Jack Timmons. I hope you find him.” She said giving him a small, hurting smile before heading back towards the theater.

“Oh and miss?” He called back, making her turn around.

“Yes?”

“I never got your name.” He said.

“It’s Y/N...Y/N Y/L/N.” she said. Thomas nodded and reluctantly turned around, walking slowly into the night the next man on his hit list already buzzing through his mind.

As he stepped onto the cold London streets, he saw his brothers drinking and waiting by the car. Their faces covered in smoke-residue from their mission.

“Oi! What the fuck took you so long aye? We torched the bar down the road so we need to go.” Arthur said, taking a swig from a bottle of whiskey he’d stolen.

“I was doing a bit of legitimate business. Did you lot get the money?” He asked, revving the engine and peeling out onto the cold, damp roads towards Small Heath.

“Yeah. Got the whole thing. They won’t mess with us again. What kind of business were you doing in a fucking theater?” Arthur asked.

“Probably fucking one of the dancers.” John said, the toothpick dangling precariously on the edge of his mouth.

“I saw people leaving the show and decided to go there to clean off from our last raid. And I heard a man yelling at some woman there. He’s uh, been a bit of a problem but I can’t tell by how much just yet. He’s been working the woman to death for little pay...so I offered her a spot here.” He said.

“Why are you so caught up on the woman? What, is she gonna dance around the shop all day?” John asked, earning a chuckle from a drunken Arthur.

“I’m thinking she’d make a good assistant. I watched her after he left. She was the only one there, working on the same routine for an hour straight. Was bleeding by the time she was done.” He said.

“Well besides the woman, what are you wanting to do with the man aye? We’ve caused enough trouble here so far.” John said.

“I have a feeling this man is abusing the whole company or at least the woman I spoke to. She’s miserable, you can see it in her eyes. I only saw eyes like that in the trenches.” He said quietly, looking out at the sky through the thin windshield.

Over the next few days, it seemed her plight only grew as the dancers rehearsed, their instructors criticizing more than helping them as they moved to the beat. Y/N’s eyes fearful as their department head entered the room. The music stopping as they all sat on the stage as instructed.

Behind the stage, Thomas watched silently as the instructor eyed the women. The mans eyes only seeing money and fame instead of them as people. But his gaze seemed reserved for Y/N especially.

She was bruised from the repeated practice, the falls, and from the mans calloused hands that beat her beyond the theater walls. Threatening to fire her if she didn’t improve. Claiming he was “trying to save the company’s image.” Telling her she’d be working the streets in no time if she failed again.

Even though she tried her best, often putting in more work than her peers, it still wasn’t enough for Mr. Timmons and his dreadful company. The only thing getting her by was knowing that after the big show, things would settle down, knowing he’d go back to just yelling at her and occasionally at the others, instead of talking with his fists. But the pay remained the same, barely keeping a roof over her head throughout the years.

“Y/N, I’ve seen your performances these past few weeks and they’re all the same. The turns are too loose, your footing is off, and you’re out of step with the others. I don’t see why you can’t do better.” He said loudly as she stared him down. White-hot tears brimmed in her eyes as her face heated up in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. None the wiser to the blinder who’d watched it all unfold.

“Meet me backstage after this will ya? We have to discuss some matters over your position here.” He said, walking to the next girl and nodding his head. He moved on from each person giving small snide remarks, but they were nothing compared to what she’d gotten, and it filled her with rage. With a sigh, she wiped her tears and stood up. Decided then and there that she’d walk out. To make a scene like she’d dreamt to during the 5 years she’d worked there.

“Mr. Timmons...the only thing you’ll be doing backstage is shoving these up your ass.” She said, chucking the bloodied ballet slippers at him before exiting the stage and going to her dressing room, locking the door.

Thomas watched silently until Mr. Timmons excused the rest of them, leaving only him and the poor excuse for a man in the dimly lit area back stage.

As the man walked with a master key towards Y/N’s dressing room, Thomas quickly came up behind him. Hitting him in the back of the head with his gun and wrestling him to the floor. The man screaming through a bloodied mouth as he landed punch after punch to his face. Thomas soon removing his cap and slicing the mans eyes, blinding him instantly before shooting him.

Y/N watched from the doorway, dressed from head to toe in her normal clothes she’d came in with. Her eyes red and swollen from crying and her body aching from the mornings work.

She stood there silently, the sight of the man who tormented her making her smile slightly as she realized she was free of him.

“Y/N....” Thomas said, wiping the blood from his face as best he could as he stood up from the mans limp body.

“Thank you.” She said, sniffling a bit as she kept her tears at bay this time. Walking quickly out the door to the outside of the building, the cars whizzing by as the cold wind crept through her clothes.

Thomas quickly draped a nearby blanket over Timmons’ body, dragging it to the dressing room. But before leaving he retrieved the master key from his limp hand, locking the dead man inside as he cleaned up the mess from his handy-work.

As he looked in the bathroom mirror minutes later, he could see the blood on his skin, the metallic smell barely phasing him as he washed it down the drain. After cleaning up, he headed out the door, finding Y/N sitting on the pavement smoking a cigarette.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, sitting by her and lighting his own, his hands bleeding slightly from the blows to Timmons’ face.

“Why not.” She said, fiddling with a pink ribbon in her hands that once kept her hair tightly in place.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He said, sighing as he looked out at the mid afternoon sky. The city bustling around them.

“It’s alright. I’ve wanted that to happen for 5 years. Don’t worry though, after knowing him, nothing really scares me.” She said with a small smile, relief finally hitting her as she realized she’d probably never have to face the man again.

“He’s dead though right? Like you made sure he’s never coming back?” She asked, her eyes still nervously scanning the roads out of habit as the doubt crept in.

“He’s never coming back. I’m burying him tonight.” He said.

“Make sure it’s deep.” She said, the bruises on her wrists more prominent in the daylight.

“Always do.” He said looking at her wrists with a clenched jaw. Knowing full well Timmons was behind it.

“I’ve uh, thought about your offer by the way.” She said looking down at the ribbon.

“You have aye?” He asked, flicking the ash from his cigarette. Her voice bringing him out of his thoughts a bit.

“Yeah. I’d like to try it out, if you’d still want me there. I don’t know what a ballerina could offer the company but, it beats where I was.” She said, cringing internally at all the painful memories which unfortunately often overshadowed the good ones.

“I’ve seen you work hard so far, so I figured making you my assistant would be a good position. You’ll come in at 8, and leave by 6 on most days.” He said.

“Most days? What happens on the other days?” She asked.

“On those days you keep busy so you don’t think about how or if we’ll return. You’ll help keep the shop in line along with my aunt Polly until one of us walks through the door. For your safety.” He said.

“Do all the assistants and secretaries work that late?” She asked.

“Only on those nights they do.” He said.

“Alright. May I ask one question?” She said.

“Mhmm.” He mumbled, blowing smoke from his lips. He stared at her while she thought over her words, her eyes not as miserable as before.

It made him feel better knowing that even though he couldn’t save the men in the trenches, he could at least save her. Someone who shared their same eyes, their same exhaustion, their same fear of not knowing what was next.

“Why me? You could hire anyone else. Any other woman for that matter. But you chose me...” She said, putting her cigarette out on the damp dirt road.

Thomas sighed for a moment, not wanting to tell her he couldn’t help but fall for a beautiful woman even though they’d just met. No matter her profession, he didn’t expect a ballet dancer to steal his heart so quickly and effortlessly.

“I could see you were different.” He said.

“How so?” She asked, his answer not enough as she looked into his eyes. They were like looking into the ocean, threatening to pull her under.

“When I came in after doing some business and saw you there practicing, you intrigued me. You were dancing with no music, but still trying no matter what happened.” He said.

“You saw me fall aye?” She said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, but I also saw what you did after....It’s always about what someone does after the fall, that makes a person who they are. I guess I chose you because you didn’t give up.” He said.

“And I thought it was because I was wearing a pretty pink ballet costume.” She said, smirking.

“That might also be a reason.” He said with a smirk. After a long pause, he spoke again, this time more quietly.

“For the record Y/N, I truly don’t see why the others treated you like they did....But I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He said.

“A man like you making promises? That’s a bold move.” She said, her heart racing as she held his hand gently, nervous to touch someone in a way that wasn’t done in self defense.

“I’m a bold man.” He said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Oh really?” She said with a smirk.

“I can show you.” He said, leaning towards her as she did the same. She couldn’t help but feel differently towards him. He didn’t make her feel scared or on-edge like so many people before her. Instead oddly enough, the dashing blinder made her feel safe.

It was in that moment that he too realized he hadn’t felt this way in a while, since before the war. The only comfort he’d ever found previously was at the bottom of a bottle or beneath the sheets in a brothel. The feelings felt out of place, the noise from the war competing with the song in his head, the same one from her shows. The same one from years ago at home.

With a calloused hand, he caressed her cheek, looking into her as eyes as the sun shined into them. Their color illuminated by its rays as he brought her lips to his, a wave of relief washing over him as he felt her relax into the kiss instead of pulling away.

“So...when do I start?” She asked after he broke the kiss, her eyes trailing to his lips.

“Tomorrow. I can pick you up.” He said.

“Won’t you be tired from burying Mr. Timmons? I can drive myself.” She said.

“It’s not my first time burying someone love. I’ll swing by in the morning.” He said, getting up.

“Alright...see you then.” She said, a genuine grin forming on her face for what felt like the first time in years as she watched him head off towards his car.

Over the next few weeks, she became acquainted with everyone in the shop. Polly taking a special liking to her as she loved dancing as well.

“You’ll never catch me dancing ballet. Maybe a waltz but never ballet.” She said one morning.

“I can teach you, it’ll do you some good. Keep you strong.” Y/N said, thinking about how she’d get by with teaching in her cramped apartment.

“Tommy taking classes from you yet?” She asked with a smirk.

“God no. I think he only said that to get me working for him.” She said, thinking back to his first deal with her.

“What are you two talking about aye? We have work to do.” Tommy said, walking into his office where they sat in his chairs nonchalantly.

“Pol was just asking me if I’d taught you to dance yet. You did say you used to...but there would be no ballet of course.” She said, smirking at him as she blew smoke from her lips.

“Well, I have business at the races soon so I guess you’ll have to teach me. Especially since I’ll need someone to accompany me.” He said.

“I never thought you’d ask. What shall I wear?” She asked.

“Something red.” He said, giving her a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.

Their banter carried on like this months after her employment. The only thing different though was where she stayed. Everyone knew he’d had the hots for the woman as soon as he laid eyes on her in the theater. John joking that going to London was the best decision Tommy had ever made. Seeing as she helped him find himself again even if it was just in simple ways. From the nights spent keeping the sounds of the shovels at bay, to the weekends spent helping him learn a few dances. They both healed each other with each step. He never thought he would enjoy dancing or even something as simple as sleeping ever again, but she helped him and he helped her, and he felt the only way to pay her back was to help her still live out her dreams. Eventually converting one of their many rooms into a dance studio, where she’d help teach children on the side, without mean words and harsh fists beating her down.

By this time, she finally knew what she was dancing for, or more so who. And it pleased Thomas to see the life finally return to her eyes as she did so. Knowing that one of the best decisions she made was to dance for herself. Even if it didn’t garner any grand applause, she knew she had people who cared, and who saw the value in what she did, considering it was her gift to the world after all. Even if it was the gangly Shelby family as her audience, she knew it was better than any theater.

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[world-of-aus]

Strictly Confidential - Part 2

Warnings: Bucky Barnes being not so smooth ( is that a warning), 18+ extra steamy flashback and an equally steamy ending, you’re welcome.

A/N:if you all get confused with the first steamy scene and how Bucky is referring to the reader as vixen or she or her, this is only due to him not knowing it was you hence why the last scene i am using you, does that make sense? Sorry for the delay y’all, I honestly was not expecting writing this type of smut to be this hard, but it is lol! I hope you enjoy this steamy little chapter, the fun is really going to start next chapter! As always tag-lists are open, and thank you so much for reading!

Part 1 / Series Masterlist

Your striding over till your in front of his desk – a desk he’d very much like to bend you over.  Your hand stretches, a bright smile pulling at your lips, “y/f/n, y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

Oh fucking hell.

Bucky has to adjust himself in his chair, his slacks suddenly constricting.

“Pleasures all mine,” no really it was, “ please take a seat,” on my lap.

God get it together Barnes!

“So y/n, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, who you worked for, what you do on the side.”

“On the side sir?” You questioned.

Bucky blinked owlishly, could she please stop calling him sir it was doing things to him, that shouldn’t be happening during work hours.

“Sir?”

Bucky cleared his throat adjusting himself in his seat and slacks as well, “Steve you think you could switch on the fan for me before you head out? Bucky questions voice coming out strained.

Steve offers him a smile, “sure thing, uh y/n whenever your done here with Mr. Barnes I'll be right outside to see you out.”

Your turning in your chair slightly, your skirt going up with it giving Bucky a splendid view of those wonderous thighs of yours, if only they were spread for him like they had been last night. “Thank you, Steve,” your voice sings to him pulling him from the dirtier parts of his mind.

“get your head out of the gutter,” he murmurs to himself under his breath.

“excuse me?” you questioned brows furrowed in confusion.

His eyes widen, “no. No, not you,” he chuckles awkwardly just talking to myself. Smooth Barnes, smooth.

“So,” he clears his throat, “where were we?”

“You asked what I do on the side, and I was curious to what you meant by that question,”

“uh what I meant was do you do anything on the side other than being a publicist to someone in person, do you write on a blog, post photos, make videos?”

“Oh,” and there’s a blush flushing your cheeks at the last question, “well yes, when I'm not with my client in person I usually make content online, mainly videos.”

Oh I know.

Your brows furrow in confusion, “you know,” you questioned, “did Steve show you my work?”

Oh you’ve done it now Barnes, “Uh yes actually, you see, Steve has been trying his hardest to get me a publicist, and well I personally think I don’t need one, and in order to really show me you are the one,” which you are he thought, “he decided to present me some of your work.”

A smile took over your face, “that's great did you have any favorites?”

Yeah, the one where your legs are spread wide for him, pussy dripping on the sheets below you, breathy moans of his name spilling from your lips, those are by far his favorites.

“I can’t think of one off the top of my head, and I apologize immensely for that I had a rather long night last night.”

You’re offering him a small smile, “that’s no worries had quite the night myself, one of my favorite clients had me up late.” you chuckled softly, the sound going straight to his heart.

Oh you little minx.

You were on your knees, legs slightly spread as you looked up into the camera, a groan left Bucky’s lips, hand traveling down his body to ease some of the ache on his cock.

“What do you want your best girl to do daddy?” you purred eyes looked on the camera, it's as if you were staring into his soul, except you couldn’t see him. His fingers hover over the keys of his surface pro, fingers clacking at the words he wishes he could tell you in person.

“pet those breasts for me baby, pretend I'm there, right behind you, whispering every dirty thing you want me to do to you.”

Vixen grins pressing up towards the camera hands wandering up her body from her hips, Bucky watches her hands grasp at her chest breathy little moans spilling from her lips as she plays with her breasts for him.

“god baby look at you, love hearing those breathy moans you let out for daddy, if only you could see how riled up you get me.” Bucky typed one handed, the other hand working his cock through his boxers.

A smirk splits your lips, your hands sliding down your body, back arching as you descend down, “you like hearing what you do to me daddy?” she murmured, “do you want to see what you do to me, how wet you get me?”  god damn Bucky grunted, hands pulling his aching cock from the confines of his boxers.

A moan is falling from her lips as vixen pulls her panties to her side, fingers dipping into her folds. A low moan spills from Bucky’s lips, god what he would give to be there between her legs, tongue dipping into her folds.

“look at how wet you are baby, you going to put a show on for daddy, touch that pretty little pussy for me?”

A moan leaves her lips, finger circling over her clit, “Gonna be a real good girl for you daddy, gonna get real wet for you.” she purred tongue running over her lower lip before sucking it between her teeth.

A growl leaves Bucky's lips as he tries to find the best position to be able to type and stoke his cock to the sight of her. He watches as her fingers descend down, two fingers sliding easily into her wet slick heat. A throaty moan falls from her lips as she falls forward hand bracing against the silk sheet she rests on. Bucky watches entranced as she fucks herself with fervor, grinding down on her own hand.

Fuck vixen was going to be the death of him.

Having found a good position Bucky tightened his hand around his thick length, hand picking up a quick rhthym, he swear he could come like this. Watching vixen fuck herself on her fingers, intoxicatingly sweet breathy moans spilling from your lips.

“Fuck daddy, I want your cock in my mouth so bad,”

Bucky chokes on a breath, fingers struggling to hover over the keyboard, “I want to get my mouth on you, suck you real good daddy, drool all over your cock like a good girl.”

“Fucking hell sweetheart, the mouth on you, you going to be my best girl? Swallow all of me,”

“god yes daddy please let me be your best girl”

“gonna gag on daddy’s dick, let daddy fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, swallow every inch I give you.”

Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away from vixen as her moans grew louder, she was close, he had been on her page long enough to know what she looked like when she came, and god was he right there with her.

“Your close aren’t you pretty girl, you going to cum for daddy, cum all over those pretty fingers for me.”

The throaty groan that spills from her lips is enough to send Bucky over the edge. A loud grunt falls from Bucky’s lips, his cum painting his stomach, his mind goes slightly fuzzy but he can still her vixen working herself her breathy moans almost have him wanting to go one more time.

“Come on sweetheart, let daddy see it, cum for daddy, be daddy's good girl.”

He watches her eyes slip shut, mouth falling open as a loud moan falls from her lips, “Fuck!” she squeals, thighs trembling under her, her body twitching as her orgasm took over her.”

Fuck she was a goddamn sight.

“So, this client,” bucky starts pulling himself from that dirty part of his mind, “is he another one you publicize for,” he questioned, and really, he’s only asking because he wants to know if he’s your favorite client.

“I make videos for him,” Bucky raises a brow at your statement, a smirk tugging at the side of his lips, “and what is it that you would be doing for me,” and there's a teasing tone to his voice.

Bucky catches when you cross your legs, thighs squeezing together, oh you dirty girl, “well sir, I would do whatever it is you need from me,” and what he really needs right now is to take you over this damn desk.

“Well Steve did say you were one of the best, and from what I've seen your work is spectacular sweetheart,” and he can’t help but to throw that name out there, because he’s seen how reactive you can be when he types out his favorite pet names for you.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes, I enjoy what I do,” oh he’s sure you do, he’s real sure of it.

Bucky runs a finger through his scruff, “well y/n as much as I'm against needing a publicist, your work has caught my eye,” and really aside from your online content - your secret life, Steve had provided him your resume which was superb. “If you’re up for the challenge and think you can handle a man such as myself, well then the job is yours.”

A grin splits your lips, “I have no doubts I can handle a man such as yourself Mr. Barnes, I’m always up for a challenge.” you wink.

His cock twitches in his slacks, “I like you already y/f/n. Y/l/n, welcome to the team,” he adds extending his arm out to you.

“It's going to be a pleasure to work by your side sir, I promise not to disappoint.” you grin as you shake his hand, pushing up to your feet.

He stands with you, readjusting himself in his slacks as he follows you to the door. “I’ll have Steve give you a call later on this evening to go over your schedule which will basically be mine, I'll also have him give you my number in case you have any questions for me.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity Mr. Barnes, I'll see you soon.” you grin giving him one final handshake before your gliding out his office doors.

Its 30 minutes later when Bucky is lounging on the couch in his office that Steve is bursting in, a toothy grin on his face, “So proud of you Buck,” Bucky raises a brow at him.

“I know how much you were against a publicist, but the fact that you actually went over her worked and even looked up some of her videos, thank you for giving this a shot, she’s a great gal, and an even better publicist for her clients, you just watch, she’s going to change your life.”

You already had, he thought.

Days at the office were always long and boring, but it seemed today was dragging much slower than usual, the hours ticked by much too slow for Bucky’s liking, and all that had been on his mind the remainder of the day was getting home and taking care of the problem you had caused him, he would make sure you, or rather ‘vixen’ helped him through said problem and it was making him rather anxious. He needed to get home.  

As soon as the clock had stuck six Bucky was out the office doors, all the cubicles on his floor already empty as he let all his employees leave at most and hour before he did. Bucky couldn’t thank the heavens enough, when the walk to his car, and the ride home went uninterrupted, somebody was hearing his prayers. And he hoped to be hearings yours soon.

With the keys in the door, Bucky unlocked the door to his home fairly quickly. Dinner could wait he thought as he made a beeline to his bedroom, the ache in his slacks could not. He wastes no time in ridding himself of his work clothes, settling himself against the headboard as he reaches for his surface pro.

Bucky makes quick work of signing into the device the site already open for him, a message sit’s in his inbox, “come play with me daddy, your best girl is feeling a little frisky today,” a grin pulls at his lips, he wonders why.

He moves the mouse around accepting the private invite, he has accepted many times since joining Xmodels.

His screen darkened slightly as the page loaded, a video box appearing in the middle of his screen, you popped up seconds later.

He sucked in a breath, maroon lace covered your most intimate parts, a black silk sheet laid out under you, “well you at you pretty girl, all dolled up for me, what's the occasion usually I'm the one requesting a private?”

A smirk pulls at your lower lip, your teeth sucking on your lower lip, “well if you must know today’s been a rather exciting day, and there’s nobody else I would rather celebrate than with my favorite customer, you spoil me.”

“Is that so sweetheart,” he watches your thighs do the same thing they had when he called you that pet name in his office. “Do I really spoil my best girl, you want to tell me how I spoil you?”

Your hands roam over your body, “let’s start with the amount of money, you spend on me.” You grin hands groping at your chest.

“Oh you little minx,” he’s typing with one hand again, other hand already gripping himself through his boxers

“Is that all, or are you going to tell me more?”

“You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”  

He swears it’s like your looking at him, and if he could close his eyes picture you as you are you would be in front of him.

“And what do I do to you baby, you going to show daddy what he does to you, going to tell me how sweet you are on me.”

A smirk pulls at your lips, “you’d like that wouldn’t you daddy like for me to be sweet on you?”

“Oh sugar you have no idea, but enough about that, why don’t we get things moving and you show daddy exactly what he does to you.”

You don’t waste another second as your hand skim your body, fingers going to your most needy area. Your not touching, your teasing, not only yourself but Bucky, and Bucky has been hard since you walked into his office, he refuses to wait another second.

“Touch yourself sweetheart, daddy wants to see that pretty pussy.”

Just like the other night, you slid your fingers through your soaked folds, fingers glistening with your slick, “fuck princess, you are gorgeous, just want to run my lips all over that body of yours, you’d like that wouldn’t you baby, like to have my mouth on you.”

Two fingers slip into you, “fuck daddy, I need it, need you, need you to fill me up, I bet you’d fill me up so good.”

And fuck would he, he’s transfixed by you his dick twitching in his hold, pre-cum gathering at the tip.

A needy whine leaves your lips, “it’s not enough, fuck I want to be filled with you.”

“Jesus baby doll, the fucking mouth on you, why don’t you bring out one of your favorite toys.”

Your shaking your head fingers still working, your back falling to the sheets as you spread yourself out, and god if it doesn’t make Bucky harder, he feels he isn’t stroking fast enough.

“Fuck daddy you have no idea how badly I want you here with me, your mouth all over me, your cock fucking into me.”

Fuck he’s not going to last.

“I don’t think you’d be able to take me, need to stretch you out, get you ready for me baby, just like you’re doing.”

“Am I doing a good job daddy getting myself ready for you, am I being your best girl?”

Oh fuck you were, his perfect, perfect girl.

“Touch your clit, baby pretend it’s my fingers rubbing you, need to see you cum.”

Bucky’s hand moves quicker, matching the speed at which your other hand swirled over your clit. The sight of you a writhing, moaning, mess is enough to throw him over the edge, abdominal muscles contracting as he falls over the edge, a low groan spilling from his lips as his cum spurts from his cock his eyes slip shut at the pleasure coursing through him. A cry from his laptop has his eyes snapping open, your fingers stilling, thighs trembling as your orgasm takes over you.  

Bucky watches you come down from your high. There’s a longing in his chest, he had watched your for so long on this website, that he couldn’t help but to have fallen for you, when you started accepting his private sessions more and more, and now that you’re actually going to work with him, be under him.

His breath catches in his throat as he watches you.  

He was screwed.

Part 3

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The Kings Pet (5)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Smut. Jealousy. Seriously dirty talk. Unprotected sex (established relationship). Teasing in front of others. Edging. Throne Sex.

A/N: Alright here it is! It isn’t my longest chapter but I promised a chapter tonight so here it is! For those of you asking about more chapters, this isn't a completed fic. I’m not sure if there will be a ton of plot but there will be shameless Boba smut, which is how this started to begin with. Thank you to everyone who is reading and communicating with me. Love you all <3

Things had been going great. Your confidence skyrocketed once you realized that Boba really did want you there. It had always been a question on your mind, even if you didn’t realize it. Your presence was part of an agreement but knowing he wanted you as much as you wanted him finally made the palace feel like home to you.

He didn’t talk to you much about business unless you asked questions but for some reason this meeting was different. He didn’t want you in the room. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. He didn’t want you to have to deal with whomever was going to show up. You tried telling him you didn’t mind and would feel safer next to him.

When you heard raised voices, you made your way to the throne room. You stood in the doorway silently and saw two more Mandalorian that you had never met. The more you looked at them the more you realized that they were women. Fennec made eye contact with you from across the room and you narrowed your eyes. She smirked at you practically daring you to disobey Boba.

“Pet, you need to push his buttons more. That’s how you keep him on his toes. Don’t do anything to put yourself in danger or anything. Just.. listen but find ways to make him see he needs to work for your submission. I promise it will be fun.”

You had been thrown off by the idea. Most of your submission was completely willing. You knew that the fear of him getting sick of you was the rest of it though. Trusting that Boba wanted you around and with him meant that you were safe. Safe meant that it was okay to play.

Fennecs smile broadened when you pushed off the wall and sauntered quietly up to Boba. You felt all three Mandalorian staring at you as you walked between them and took your spot on your pillow. Boba stiffened for a moment but let himself relax as you nestled against his leg.

“Why are you here.”

The man sitting above you was an expert at making his questions into demands. You didn’t think it possible until you met him.

“You know that Din Djarin has the dark saber.”

“Had.”

“What?”

“Din Djarin had the dark saber.”

“I don’t understand.”

The woman pulled her helmet off and the look of anger on her face made Boba laugh.

“Princess, you’re far too late. Din already left it on Mandalore since you wouldn’t take it.”

“He did what!?”

Boba laughed again. You used his distracted state to hook your arm around his leg and rest your hand on the inside of his knee.

“You should have taken the saber from him when he offered it.”

“Where exactly did he leave it?”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

She huffed and crossed her arms. Boba sat very still on the throne which was the only thing telling you how uncomfortable he was. When you shift your hand up slightly to the inside of his thigh, you had to bite back a smile when you felt his muscle tense.

“I don’t know where he is. I have attempted to find him across the outer rim but-“

“Did you ask the Jedi?”

“The Jedi? The one who took his child? No.”

“Tell me this, princess, what part of our interaction made you think you’d be welcome here?”

Part of you bristled when he called her princess. From what you knew from you asking about Bo-Katan, you knew she actually was a princess. It wasn’t even a name that he called you often but the way that he said it made it sound almost dirty. And not in a way that you liked.

Biting your tongue lightly, you slid your hand up his thigh further, keeping your palm pressed against his flexing muscle. When you reached a little over halfway up his thigh, you gently dug your fingertips in and smirked when he shifted and glanced down at you.

“I thought that a man who felt he was a Mandalorian-“

“I told you before, I never said I am a Mandalorian.”

“You’re-”

“I am getting very tired of you. Tell me what it is that you want so I can stop hearing your voice.”

Before she could speak again, you shifted your hand up further. Boba finally looked directly down at you and grabbed your wrist roughly. You stopped paying attention to everything but him when you looked up and used the fakest innocent smile you could muster.

“Do you mind? I am trying to speak to you.”

“Actually, yes. I do mind. It seems I am rather busy and need to take care of things under my own roof. Fennec.”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Mind seeing these two out?”

“Of course.”

She smirked at you, but you kept looking up at Boba. His grip was still rough on your wrist and the way that your arm was wrapped around his leg there was no getting away from him.

“What is it that you think you’re doing, pet.”

You shivered when his voice growled through his modulator.

“Because cyar’ika, I believe I told you to stay out of here during this meeting.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

You nodded meekly.

“So, just to make sure we’re on the same page. I told you to stay out of the throne room.”

You nodded and he shook his head.

“Answer me verbally. You know what I expect from you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what.”

“Yes, you told me to stay out of here.”

“And you came in anyway.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you thought running your hand up my thigh would be a good idea.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“So, teasing me is a good idea?”

“Yes?”

He released your wrist and reached over to grab your chin between his gloved fingers.

“You don’t sound very sure. Is teasing me a good idea.”

“Not sure. Never done it before.”

He growled and pulled you, so you were standing in front of him.

“The correct answer to that is no, pet. I’m not sure where this is coming from, but I didn’t realize you were such a brat. Tell me why you decided to act out.”

“I.. just.. wanted you.”

He hummed and sat back, spreading his legs even further as he watched you.

“Wanted me. Are you saying that I have left you wanting?”

“N-no. Well.. maybe? I don’t like that woman.”

“Oh. My little pet is jealous?”

He reached forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him. Once you were straddling him, he widened his legs which forced your body closer to his.

“I was prepared to punish you for your bratty behavior. Do you want to know how I was going to punish you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I was going to bend you over my knee and spank that perfect ass of yours until it was red. You’d have to count every single slap and thank me for the punishment. If you forgot to count or forgot where we were, we’d start over.”

You suppressed a shiver as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

“What do you think of that punishment. Fair?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Problem is, I see that you were acting out because I wasn’t taking care of you. I left you needing. I can’t very well punish you for something that I caused, can I?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He hummed and slipped his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You obediently opened your mouth for him.

“Tell me, mesh’la, what about her made you jealous?”

You let your eyes fall to look at his chest plate. He gently pulled your face up, signaling he wanted you to look at him. Looking at his visor always made you a little uneasy, especially at first, but you were able to see how ashamed you looked with the reflection.

“Tell me.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your jaw gently.

“You.. called her princess.”

He chuckled lightly but you knew it wasn’t him mocking you.

“You, mesh’la, are so much more than a princess. You are queen of this palace. She is princess of shit mountain. She claims land to a planet that has been stripped of every resource and she can’t even properly lay claim to that. You have nothing to be jealous over.”

You set your jaw in an act of defiance. His grip tightened slightly, and you smirked.

“I heard you sir. I just need you to prove it.”

He growled at you and tore your shirt off in one swift motion.

“Take your pants off before I tear those too.”

You scrambled off his lap and pulled them down as quickly as possible. Boba stood and looked down at you motioning for you to drop to your knees. You did without a word from him, and he pushed you forward so you were bent over the seat of his throne.

“Are you sure this is what you want, pet? Would this prove it to you? Would me fucking you right here show you just how fucking much you mean to me?”

You nodded meekly, trying not to shake with anticipation. You heard him drop to his knees behind you and get his pants pulled down just enough to free his already hard cock. You gasped when his hand started rubbing you between your folds.

“Fuck, mesh’la, you are already so wet for me. So, this is what you wanted? You wanted me to make you submit to me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I want you to fuck me.”

You gasped again when you felt him press against your entrance. He shifted himself forward, making your body press up against the throne. The contrast of how warm you felt and how cold the stone was beneath you sent a shiver down your spine. Boba chuckled darkly behind you and used his knee to knock your legs just a bit further apart before slamming himself into you.

“Fuck, how could you ever be jealous when your cunt feels this good.”

You moaned when he started moving in and out of you slowly. It surprised you but you weren’t going to complain with how amazing it felt. Boba placed his hands on each side of you and groaned when he pressed all the way into you.

“You’re sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir what?”

You groaned in frustration and tightened yourself down around him. He growled in response but didn’t move.

“I asked you a question.”

“I know.”

He moved one of his hands and tangled it in your hair, pulling your head back. You felt the cool metal of his helmet press against your neck and whimpered.

“Watch it, princess.”

“Watch what, sir?”

“Oh. That’s how it’s going to be now?”

You hummed and panted, trying to keep yourself focused. He was stretching you open and pressed so deeply inside that you were shocked at yourself. Normally you would have been begging for him, but you wanted to push him.

“How what is going to be, sir?”

“Looks like I’m going to have to remind you of your place, cyar’ika.”

He let go of your hair and hooked his arm under you and cradled his hand around your neck when you tried to say something snarky. You gasped as he tightened his grip slightly and started pounding into you. The way he had you bent over and pressed into the throne made it impossible to move. He had you pinned and completely at his mercy.

There was no other sound in the room besides his skin slapping against yours and the filthy moans slipping through your lips. Boba was back in control. His composure and your lack thereof made that perfectly clear.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

You moaned in response and felt yourself steadily heading towards your release. The closer you got, the harder he slammed into you. You cried out when he stilled, his hips pressed right up against your ass.

“Ah ah, I don’t remember giving you permission to cum.”

“W-wh-pl-sir?”

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.”

“Nothing?”

You shook your head and shut your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. He must have noticed what you were doing because he picked back up with the same brutal pace. He worked you higher and higher, tightening his hand on your throat just enough that he knew it would push you over the edge.

“Beg for it. Beg for my permission or I will keep this up for the rest of the night. You know damn well that I will.”

Your resolve finally snapped. He was right. He would edge you the entire night and all of the next day if you pushed him far enough. He was a patient man. Much more patient than you ever thought possible, especially from a man buried so deep in you that you were seeing stars.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

You groaned in frustration.

“Please let me cum.”

“Is that how you speak to me?”

“Fuck! Please let me cum, sir. Please! Please d-don’t stop fucking me.”

“That’s better.”

Boba fucked you harder than he ever had until it finally drove you straight over the edge you had been balancing on. You cried out and heard him groan when your walls tightened around him. He fucked you through it until you felt him finish with a final thrust. After a few moments he pulled out and you groaned as you felt his release start to leak out of you.

“Now that is a beautiful sight. Look at you draped over my throne for me. I wish you could see how fucking perfect you are. You’d never be jealous of anyone again.”

You looked back at him as you forced yourself to keep your eyes open. You had a content smile on your face and wished you could see his face.

“If that’s what I get when I am jealous, I’m not sure I can even try to stop myself.”

He chuckled and helped you stand before pulling scooping you up into his arms.

“If you wanted to be fucked all you needed to do is ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good. I’d hate to have to bend you over my knee and remind you who is in charge.”

“Oh, yes, I am so sure that you would hate that.”

Boba chuckled and carried you back to your room. When he sat you down in the refresher and turned the water on for you, you couldn’t help but smile. Fennec was absolutely right.

Being a brat was fun.

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