#lingerie boutique near me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sluttywoozi · 2 months

Text

Babydoll | csc x f!chubby!reader

Seungcheol takes you lingerie shopping, forgetting that he'll love every single thing just because it's on you.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.0k | Pairing: csc x f!chubby!reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: lingerie fetish (mainly when it’s on you), semipublic sex, petnames, rich!cheol, sugar daddy vibes but they’re in love, cheol knows his lingerie, possessive cheol, praise, descriptions of reader’s body, thigh riding, biting, mirror sex, piv sex, creampie, panty stuffing

Reader Notes: chubby, shy but not insecure, has breasts and a vagina

“Right here, baby,” Seungcheol nods his head to the right, opening the door to the boutique and waiting for you to walk in ahead of him, ignoring the cursive ‘closed’ sign hanging on the inside.

The interior is modern, understated, with mannequins of different sizes modeling various pieces of lingerie, a few sticking out to Seungcheol as immediate try-ons. The director appears from a door near the back, smiling kindly when she takes notice of you and Seungcheol and gracefully making her way to the front of the store.

“Mr. Choi, I hope everything is to your liking. Please feel free to give me a call if you require assistance with anything,” she says, nodding and smiling at both him and you before slipping out of the front door.

Seungcheol follows after a beat, turning the lock and drawing the curtains hung on both sides of the gallery window.

“Cheol, what’s going on?” You ask him, standing where he left you, now cloaked in soft ambient lighting.

“We, my love, are going lingerie shopping,” he grins suggestively, returning to your side and taking your hand in both of his. “I know you get shy, so I made some arrangements. Nobody else will be coming in, not while we’re here.”

You seem stunned for a moment, but this isn’t the first time Seungcheol has emptied a building for you and it won’t be the last, so eventually, you just smile back and draw him in by the lapel for a kiss.

He presses his lips to yours, releasing your hand so he can grip your fleshy hips and pull you in closer. He loves how you feel in his grasp, loves the thickness of you, the sturdiness, though no matter how sturdy you may be, he still touches you with nothing but the most tender of hands. He feels lucky, blessed, to get to know you in this way, and treating you like the ethereal being you are is all he wants to do.

Well, that and clothe you in fabrics that are just as soft as you.

Silk, lace, chiffon, he wants to see you in them all, and as he pulls away, he lets his eyes traverse the boutique, imagining you in every single piece.

“Let’s start with this one,” he murmurs, reaching out to rub the cream satin on the mannequin between his fingers, already imagining the warmth of your body under it.

Together, you make your way around the store, Seungcheol holding every negligee and babydoll and romper you pick together over his arm. It feels like he’s got most of the inventory by the time you decide to try things on, and he can only follow when you lead him to the changing rooms.

He chose this boutique for a very specific reason - the pedestal and floor-to-ceiling trifold mirror that occupy each dressing room. There’s an armchair and a dressing screen placed in the largest, per his request, and after hanging up every piece in the corner where you can reach them, he takes his seat.

The screen is translucent, with gold floral piping and shiny gossamer fabric stretched over each panel, your body just barely visible behind it as you get undressed. His heart skips a beat when you carefully drape your clothes over the top of the screen, and it starts to race as you change into your first set.

Seungcheol fucking loves you in lingerie. He loves the way it outlines his favorite parts of you, the way it lovingly caresses your body just like his hands do, the way you automatically feel sexy and a little playful in it. You in lingerie is the most beautiful form of torment for him, and it’s a torment he’ll be lucky to endure for the rest of his life.

“Ready?” You call out from behind the screen, and he clears his throat before responding, “‘m always ready for you, baby.”

Then you appear from behind the screen and step up onto the pedestal, and instantly, he knows he was lying.

You’ve chosen a lilac romper first, with unlined lace on the top that clings to your luscious breasts and waist and tiny shorts on the bottom that graze the tops of your thick thighs. You smooth your hands along your body, lifting the hem of the shorts and letting them flutter down, your lips quirking in a small smile.

It’s adorable that your first instinct was to show him rather than look in the mirror, but he wants to see the back as much as he wants you to see the front.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart,” he instructs gently, leaning back in the chair and letting his legs spread.

You carefully rotate on the pedestal, and Seungcheol wishes he could see your face as you take in your own beauty but he’s just as happy to let his eyes rove over your body from this new angle.

The delicate lace dips with the rolls on your back and follows the gentle curve of your spine, and the chiffon of the shorts isn’t long enough to cover all of you, the crease where your ass meets your thighs visible just below the hem. He wants to bite you there, wants to leave imprints of himself all over you, wants to sink his teeth into your precious flesh and never let go.

He'll be content with the diamond ring he put on your finger six months ago instead.

“Do you like it?” You ask softly, still facing away from him with a slight undercurrent of nervousness in your voice.

He furrows his brows, wondering how you could still be nervous after three years of him looking at you like you’re an angel. But he’ll never not reassure you, so all he says is, “I love it, baby, you look fucking gorgeous.”

You spin and hop down from the pedestal, taking a few steps toward him and bracing yourself on his knees before leaning down for a kiss. He grins fondly and pouts for you, fighting to keep his hands to himself as the position pushes your perfect tits together. If he breaks now, there’s no way you’ll get through the rest of the lingerie, and he wants to make sure everything fits you perfectly before he calls the director back to package them all up.

“Next,” you whisper into his mouth before pulling away and darting behind the dressing screen.

He takes in a deep breath and rubs his hands up and down his thighs, trying to dispel the urge to follow you and take more than a peek. Maybe he was a bit overconfident in thinking he’d make it through all of the lingerie…

A few different pieces should be enough for you to know your size, right?

Right, he nods to himself, barely sure that he can withstand this self-inflicted siege for two more outfits.

He becomes even less sure when he hears you huffing and puffing behind the screen, presumably wriggling into something tight and form-fitting and fuck, does he love your form, especially when it’s outlined by mesh and lace and-

“Cheollie, can you help me with this one?”

His eyes squeeze closed, just for a few seconds, before he gathers all of his remaining strength, stands, and ambles over to the corner. He does his best not to look at your body as he steps around the screen, knowing that if he sees you in an undone state, it’ll be enough to undo him.

“I just can’t get the middle,” you turn your head slightly to speak to him, and he thumbs your cheek with an understanding noise, unable to manage words when he finally sees what you’ve got partially on.

He can’t see the front, but because of the clasps, he can tell it’s a bustier. The white mesh molds to every curve and the blue piping highlights your waist and hips, drawing his eye toward the matching underwear, which, truly, are little more than ribbons joined together in a T-shape.

He doesn’t let his gaze linger on the plump curve of your ass, brings it back up to the task at hand and manages to fasten the middle hook-and-eye closures even with his fingers trembling in desire and restraint.

Usually when he’s finished doing something up for you, whether it’s the clasp of a necklace or the zipper of a dress, he squeezes your waist to let you know. Now, that’s not a smart move because once he starts touching you, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop.

So he murmurs a low, “Done, baby,” and returns to his seat. You don’t come out immediately and he’s not sure why, but he doesn’t mind having this extra time to collect himself.

Then you prance out in fucking thigh high stockings snapped into the garters attached to the bustier and he feels his mind go entirely blank. There’s no inner monologue, no loud swearing, no gushing compliments, just the image of you in a blue floral embroidered set with matching hosiery and the most minuscule panties he’s ever fucking seen.

Your skin shines against the colors of the lingerie and the shape of the set embraces every hill and valley of your body, the dip of your waist and the beloved pudge of your belly and the fullness of your thighs and your breasts…

Your breasts in the balconette style bra have him salivating, have him aching to bury his head in the softness and just breathe you in, feel you pressed up against his cheeks, keeping him warm, keeping him safe.

“Speechless?” You tease lightly, spinning on the stockinged pads of your feet to face the mirror.

He can’t even respond to your little gibe, his thoughts riotous, wild with need. Your lush ass is all but bare, your flesh pushing against the tautness of the garters, his fingers itching to pull them just to watch the fat of your ass and thighs ripple as they snap back onto your skin. He feels like he could vibrate out of this chair, his self-control wavering in the wake of your divinity.

He watches your smile slowly fade in the mirror, the heat in his blood spreading into yours, making you squirm on the pedestal until he gathers enough of his brain cells to say, “C’mere, darling.”

It’s not smart, making you come closer, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out any more than he can stop his hands from rising to grip your hips as soon as you get to him. You’re warm between his palms, cushy even with the mesh containing you, and it’s almost like he operates on autopilot as he drags the sides of your panties out from under the bustier and hikes them up.

He pulls until you gasp, and he wants to look at your face but he can’t take his eyes off of the way your plush pussy is parted by the scrap of lacy fabric, the lips of your cunt popping out of the sides just like he wanted. Now, all the pressure is on your clit, and it’s easy to set his hands on your hips and pull you down, down, down until you sit on one of his thighs.

Finally, he looks at you, his gaze lovingly traveling up your body, lingering on the swift rise and fall of your tits before at long last reaching your face. Your lips are parted, still shiny with your favorite gloss, and your brows are furrowed over hazy eyes, your lashes fluttering when he drags you forward and pushes you back.

“Want you to cum like this,” he mutters, knowing you’re close enough to hear him and waiting for the protest he’s sure will follow.

“Seungcheol! This is- we can’t- not here!” You sputter, pressing your hands to his chest as if you could hold him at bay.

“And why is that?” He asks gently, grinding you back and forth again, watching as you start to lose your resolve.

“Because this is someone’s store, it’s not… it’s not right,” your voice is breathy, quiet, your objection feeble.

“You’re not wrong, honey, this is someone’s store. It’s our store, I bought it last week,” he says in between kisses to the tops of your breasts, smiling when he feels your chest heat up under his mouth.

“You- you…”

“Yeah, baby, I knew I’d want to fuck you here, and I knew you wouldn’t let me if it belonged to someone else, so I bought it and put your name on the lease.”

You’re silent for a few ticks, and then he feels you grind into his thigh of your own volition.

“Carry on,” you sigh, draping your arms around his neck in obvious assent.

He grins and leans back, sliding further down in the chair so you have more room to move and gripping your hips tighter to guide you into going just a bit quicker. He flexes the muscle of his thigh, smirking when you tilt your head back and let out a tiny whimper. His smirk falls when you brace one hand at the top of his leg, dangerously close to his thickening cock, and lean forward into your thrusts to put more pressure on your clit.

He loves to watch you take your pleasure like this, loves to feel your arousal dampen the material of his dress pants, loves to hear your little sounds as they escape your parted lips. He loves you, more than he ever thought possible, and he loves to make you cum almost as much.

That’s why he shifts his grip to your ass, digs his fingers in deep, and pulls at your flesh to move you harder, faster against his leg. He knows time is passing but it doesn’t feel like it when he has you on top of him like this, all of his focus on you and the way you look and sound and feel.

He can tell you’re getting close when your eyelids fall shut and your noises start to blend together, so he does what he knows will help send you over the edge - he talks to you.

“My baby is so fucking pretty, huh? All dressed up just for me, just for your fiance. I can’t wait to marry you, make you my pretty fuckin’ wife. You’re already mine, I know that, but I want everyone else to know it too, know that I’m the only one who gets to touch you, love you, make you cum. And you are gonna cum for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, Cheollie, ‘m gonna cum for you,” you breathe out, your thighs clenching around his as you start to bounce. He helps lift you so you don’t strain your knees too much, loving the weight of you in his hands, in his lap.

“And then you’re gonna put on one last thing, that pink babydoll dress, and I’m gonna fuck you in it, so don’t bother with the panties,” he says roughly, his voice low and greedy.

You can only whine in response, your hips stuttering and your body tensing as you tumble over the edge. He doesn’t know where to look, his eyes darting between your juddering thighs and your heaving breasts and your sweet, sweet face, every perfect part of you reflecting the pleasure rushing through your system.

When your orgasm has run its course, you wilt into him, dropping forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath. He gives your ass one last loving squeeze before his hands migrate up to your back, rubbing soft circles and luxuriating in the feeling of your mesh encased curves.

“You’re gonna have to help me peel all this off,” you mumble into his suit jacket, making him chuckle and bring one hand up to pet your hair. “With pleasure, honey.”

You sit up after a few more minutes of snuggling, a grimace overtaking your face when you look down and see the wet patch you left on his thigh. These pants are dry-clean only but he doesn’t give a fuck, will proudly hand them over knowing that the stain is from you, his beautiful, responsive fiancee.

“Got one more in you?” He asks gently, cupping your cheek and drawing you into a kiss before you have a chance to answer, hoping that he can sway you toward a yes. Humming, you drag your nails through the hair at the nape of his neck, making him shiver before you pull away to giggle lethargically and clarify, “Orgasms or wardrobe changes?”

“Both,” he laughs easily. “Orgasms, if I can only pick one.”

“I think I can muster enough energy for both in this instance,” you offer pragmatically, standing on shaky legs and shuffling off his thigh.

He misses the warmth and weight of you immediately, but knows you getting up is a requirement if he wants to make good on his earlier promise. You turn and he unlatches the clasps along your spine, dragging his hands down your body and unsnapping the backs of your garters so you don’t have to twist around to reach them. He steals one more indulgent squeeze of your hips before rotating you back to face him and taking care of the front garters too.

His fingers hook in the sides of your ruined panties and start to pull them down, his knuckles dragging along your soft skin until they fall on their own. Used to this by now, you step out of the panties and watch as he picks them up, carefully folds them, and places them in his breast pocket, leaving the fabric peeking out as if they’re a pocket square.

With a kiss to his cheek, you disappear behind the screen again. He takes the opportunity to undo his pants and pull them down just far enough to release his cock, sighing at the relief of being unconstrained. He can hear you rifling through hangers to find the outfit he requested, and has to press a palm to his throbbing dick as he imagines you in it.

Still, he’s unprepared for the impact you have on him when you shyly step out and up onto the pedestal clothed in pink lace so delicate and sheer, he can see every part of you. Your heavy breasts fill the soft, unlined cups, your nipples taut and peaked beneath the lace, making his fingers tingle with the desire to pinch, twist, pull.

He forces his eyes to keep moving, to take in the rest of you. His gaze latches onto your stomach next, the way the dress grazes over the robust curve of it enough to make him wish his hands could do the same.

He wants to leave your pussy for last but finds his gaze drawn between your legs, to the cushion of your pubic mound and the creases where it meets your thighs, those creases being some of his absolute favorite places to kiss. You’re just always so warm, and you smell so good, and feel even better.

He’s cum there before, watched it pool and drip down the inside of your thigh, gathered it up with his fingers and fed it to you with rapturous eyes, and fuck if he doesn’t want to do it again.

But he thinks he wants to cum inside you more, wants to fill you up and know you’ve got part of him within you, even if it’s only until he gets you home and into the bath. And then perhaps into more lingerie.

First, he gets to fuck you, and he’s already got his plan for that in mind.

“Come sit, honey,” Seungcheol pats his thighs in invitation, his eyes locked on the way your thighs rub together when you step down and walk to him. You take hold of his shoulders, lifting a leg to climb on top of him, and he stops you with his hands on your hips, his fingers clenching enough to ruffle the lace.

“Not like that. Turn around, I want you to see,” he murmurs, waiting for you to rotate between his palms to pull you closer, your hands bracing on the armrests of the chair for balance as you start to bend. “Need me to stretch you out first, sweetheart?”

“No,” you gasp out and shake your head, continuing, “I’m wet enough, I just wanna feel you.”

So he grasps the base of his cock, holds it up for you, and starts tugging you down with the hand still on your hip, watching as your pussy slowly envelopes the head. His eyelids start to droop at the perfect pressure of you but he fights to keep them open, even as your walls cling to the thickness of him. He can feel you consciously relaxing your muscles, opening yourself up to accept him, and he thanks you with a kiss to your shoulder and a squeeze on the hip.

Once he’s halfway inside, you take in a deep breath and sink the rest of the way down, until his pelvis is flush to your ass and he’s fully seated inside of you. Your pussy flutters around him, still trying to adjust to the width of his cock, every ripple of your muscles around him stealing just a bit more of his self-control.

He knows you’re ready when you wriggle a bit in his lap to get more comfortable, and that’s when he grips your thigh and pulls it to rest on the other side of his knee, doing the same with your other leg until you’re spread out for him. He looks over your shoulder into the mirror, his eyes traveling along your tits, your stomach, your thighs, before landing on your pussy. The lacy pink fabric of your dress covers you but he can just barely see your cunt peeking through, and he murmurs, mainly to himself, “Nothing better than my baby in a babydoll.”

Then he wraps his arms around you, one hand clutching your breast and the other bunching up the dress so he can see you clearly, and holds you in place as he draws his hips back as much as he can and fucks up into you. He doesn’t have a lot of room to really thrust but you like it deep and dirty, like when he grinds into you and makes you feel it, and more than that, you like being on display for him as he does it.

You definitely are now, like this, with your legs held apart by his and his hand holding your lingerie up so you can both see the strain of your entrance around his thick cock, a sheen gathering on his balls when he pushes your wetness out with a deep grind of his hips. He’s obsessed with the picture you make, like something out of an obscene Renaissance painting, one he’d pay millions for if it meant you could see yourself through his eyes.

You’re his own personal Venus, a goddess of the highest order, and he’ll worship you in this life, the next, and in any that follow.

His brand of worshiping just happens to include dressing you up like a doll and fucking you like you’re his only vice, which isn’t far from the truth. Seungcheol has everything a man could wish for - money, property, respect, authority - and he’d give it all up if he was forced to choose between maintaining that lifestyle and keeping you.

Because what’s the point of any of it if he doesn’t have love? Someone with whom to share the wealth? He’s played the lonely millionaire before and that’s not a role he wants to reprise, not when he knows the incandescent happiness of coming home to you.

And of cumming inside of you, that avaricious voice in his head whispers, chasing away his sentimental thoughts and replacing them with raw desire. Every nerve ending feels like a live wire, amplifying the impossible bliss of your wet pussy around his cock and your flawless body in his arms.

He’s still grinding into you but he can tell you need more, so he hikes you up higher against his chest and plants his feet, giving him enough room to start pounding into you. He’s lost his view but that just lets him cut to the feeling, focus on your sounds and scent and searing hot cunt. He sucks open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of your shoulder, digging his teeth into the nape of your neck, unable to stifle the urge to consume you, to devour you whole.

You raise your hand and reach behind you, sinking your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, your nails scratching along his scalp and sending zips of electric pleasure down his spine. With every thrust, he can feel that knot starting to tie itself, feel it cinching tighter and tighter as your walls ripple around him, but he’ll be damned if he lets himself cum before you.

“Baby, hold this up for me,” he says roughly into your back, waiting for your free hand to grip the dress and take over so he can shift his fingers down between your legs. “Keep watching.”

You cry out as soon as his fingertips graze your clit, your pussy swallowing around him, drawing him in even deeper when he starts to swirl circles around the bundle of nerves. You’re slick and swollen beneath his fingers, and if he wasn’t so desperate to feel you cum on his cock, he’d make you cum on his tongue instead.

He can save that for after the bath, he tells himself, devoting all of his attention to working you up to that edge and pushing you over. It won’t be long now, not with the way you’re squirming in his hold, your legs twitching on either side of his and your pussy leaking enough that he can feel your arousal dripping down his balls.

He’ll never get enough of the way you respond to him, of how sensitive you are to his every move, of how you cradle him with both your body and your heart, and he’ll definitely never get enough of how it feels to have you break around him.

He can feel it happening now, sense the wave as it overtakes you, pulling you under and spinning you out as he bullies his way through your trembling walls to fuck you through it, to elongate your euphoria as much as he can. When you melt against his chest, he knows it’s over, and that’s when he finally gives himself permission to lower you fully onto his cock, root deep inside of you, and let it all go.

He can’t hold in the grunts and groans of pleasure, your name scattered through swears as he falls to pieces, his only anchor to this earth being your luxurious weight in his lap. His cum flows out in bursts, filling you to the brim, and he forces his eyes open just in time to watch in the mirror as a ring of white forms where he’s plugging you up.

His cock starts to soften as he catches his breath and untenses his muscles, loosening his hold on you and petting at your flesh where he may have been gripping too tight. You sigh contentedly as he hugs you to him and murmurs, “So fuckin’ perfect, baby. Love you so goddamn much.”

“Love you too, Cheollie. I’m glad you bought this place, the walk of shame would be beyond embarrassing if it wasn’t ours,” you mumble, exhaustion clear in your voice.

He chuckles into your neck, presses a kiss to the curve where it meets your shoulder, and asks, “Ready for me to pull out?”

You nod and he matches your pout in the mirror as he lifts your legs one at a time to rest in between his, massaging your inner thighs and hoping you won’t be too sore from having them spread so far apart for so long. You stand and bend on shaky knees so he can withdraw from you, and he’s quick to pull the panties from his breast pocket and start to push them inside, blocking his cum from flowing out.

You’re used to this too so you just hum and arch your back, waiting patiently as he works the fabric in and takes a few seconds to indulge in the living art that is your plump pussy stuffed with panties. He pulls out a handkerchief from one of the pockets lining the inside of his suit and cleans you up gently, giving you a loving tap on the ass when he’s finished.

You let him choose what you’ll wear out of the store, his eyes naturally gravitating to a white lace set that makes him think of your upcoming wedding. You can do it yourself but he latches the hook and eye closures on the bra for you anyway, kneeling in front of you to pull up the panties and leaning forward to bite the side and snap it back against your skin, just because he can.

You giggle and pet his head in response, and he can’t help but look up at you with constellations in his eyes, his gaze full of stars that spell out his adoration for you, his devotion.

He lets you finish getting dressed as he bags up some of the pieces, leaving the rest at the counter to be delivered to the house and waiting at the door for you. When you appear, you look perfectly put together, almost like he didn’t have his way with you at all.

Then he grasps the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss and feels the indentations of his teeth, and nothing could stop the satisfied smile from stretching his lips.

Seungcheol loves lingerie shopping with you.

AN: inspired by this ask and @bbychocolat immediately saying lingerie shopping when i said i was going to write chubby!reader x cheol

Outfit 1 | Outfit 2 | Outfit 3

thank you for reading! pls reblog and lmk your thoughts 💖

My Masterlist

852 notes · View notes

campingwiththecharmings · 3 months

Note

Honeyboo, I know you said you don't do HC's and stuff, but can you imagine Driver!Jake as he is driving RichGirl!Reader around on a shopping day and he has to carry all of her bags after her as she is going from store to store cause her daddy said so 💀

(it's not that i don't do them, per se, i just don't think about them until someone asks me lol 😆)

ooo i can see this taking place both before they're together and after. 👀

if it's before, jake would probably be kind of annoyed (and perhaps even a little insulted) to be reduced to a literal bag boy--though, he can't lie, the bonus her daddy gave him is more than generous enough for him to swallow his pride for one afternoon. she's polite enough to him initially, thanking him for holding doors for her and apologizing to him when she just wants to try on just a few more dresses.

but then she meets up with some friends.

he can see them from where he stands at the front of the store, his arms laden with shopping bags. she and her friends are looking at him, not at all trying to hide that fact as they're whispering and giggling about him like school girls. jake is torn between being annoyed and amused (but mostly he just wishes he could have a cigarette). her friends spend the rest of the day shamelessly flirting with him (one even tries to get his phone number) and he thinks he must've imagined the spark of jealousy in your eyes.

if they're already together? well...she'd obviously spend the day torturing him. instead of making him wait at the front for her, she tells him she needs him in the dressing rooms. she makes him sit in the waiting area and models every single outfit for him. there's one particular dress, one with a slit that goes up your thigh that leaves little to the imagination, that he almost begs you to buy, if only so he can peel it off of you at some point in the near future.

the smirk on her face as she buys it tells him how obvious his desire was.

he's about to take her home (maybe practice getting her out of that dress) when she asks him to make just one more stop. he does as asked, of course, and he drives to the store. he doesn't think anything of it until he walks in with her and sees it....all the lingerie.

he practically swallows his tongue when she asks him to accompany her to the dressing rooms.

it's the end of the day and the store is (blessedly) empty so they have the dressing room to themselves. just as jake is giving himself a pep talk, telling himself he can do this, that he can control himself, that he will not fuck her in the middle of this high-end boutique, she walks out of the dressing room in the most beautiful set of lace and silk scraps he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

he wants to rip them off her with his teeth.

in the end, he does end up fucking her in the middle of this high-end boutique, his hand over her mouth muffling her cries of pleasure as he pounds into her over and over.

as she comes around him, her pleasure dragging him over the edge too, jake has the thought that maybe being a bag boy isn't actually as bad as he'd thought it'd be. 😇🤭

#see what i mean lol #i just need a prompt 😆#hehe thanks for sending this in bb🥰❤️#what a fun rabbit hole to go down #dolli tag #my fic #i guess #jake lockley x reader #sorry if this switches in tenses at any point #my brain kept putting 'you' instead of 'her' lol

48 notes · View notes

sleepyrainart · 3 months

Text

Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: Sending nudes to your JJK boyfriend. Including: Gojo, Sukuna and Toji.

18+ Mature, smut, Female reader.

Seeing a flash of blue out of the corner of your eye. Your heart aches, missing your boyfriend. He left for a mission early this morning. But it feels like an eternity ago.

On second look, the blue isn't as brilliant as his eyes. But it's pretty, and it gives you an idea. One expensive splurge later, and you're on your way home.

When you return, you kick off your shoes. Stepping into your bunny slippers. Padding down the hall as you unbutton your shirt. Tugging it off as you pass the small bag between hands. It's left on the floor along with your bra.

You unbutton your slacks as you enter your bedroom. Slipping them off along with your panties. Stepping out of the pile of clothes and leaving your slippers behind.

Your feet touch the cold floor. The unpleasantness not enough to diminish your excitement. You shift the rose-coloured tissue paper. Gently picking up the flimsy material. Donning your new lingerie. Before walking into the bathroom. Admiring your reflection in the mirror. You look pretty in the baby blue set, floral pattern and delicate gold chains.

Knowing who would love this. You smile up at your phone. Taking several selfies. You pick your favourite. Before sending it to your boyfriend.

Gojo's laughing, watching the group of curses. They're swarming, trying to hit him. Never realizing how futile it was. They were too weak. Not even worthy of making him sweat.

His phone goes off. Groaning as he thinks it's the higher ups. He's more than pleased to see it was from you. “Oh, it's from my girlfriend.” He brags with a grin. Before seeing the beautiful selfie, you sent him.

“Oh,” he gasps, giggling manically. “She's so beautiful,” he gushes. “I would show you. But I'm the only one who gets to see her beauty. Then again, art should be shared, and you're not going to be here much longer.”

Back in your comfy slippers. Looking through the array of clothes in your closet. Wondering what to wear. Before you feel someone behind you. Startling since you hadn't heard anything.

Long warm fingers grabbing your hips, pulling you into someone's body. You look up, seeing your boyfriend grinning down at you. “You look pretty.” He grins, hands exploring your body.

“Aw, thank you, baby.” Leaning against him more. Arms stretching up to grab his hair. Your chest jutting forward. His hands take the opportunity, moving up your ribs. Tracing the band of your new bra, teasingly. Before cupping your breasts.

His index fingers tracing the floral patterns lightly. You moan and tug on his hair. “Satoru.” You look in his eyes. Finding them filled with passion.

“Hmm, tell me what you want?” His fingers still brushing across the pattern.

“You.” He grins at your answer. Mouth slanting over yours. His tongue invading your mouth. Your tongues tangle. His fingers brushing against your nipples. You moan.

Trying to pull away from his greedy mouth. Need for oxygen apparent as your head is feeling fuzzy, lungs starting to burn. He doesn't let you leave.

Hand cradling the back of your head. Lips pressing more firmly onto yours. You tug at his hair lightly. His other hand pinching your nipple as he releases your mouth. You moan loudly.

He watches you pant for air. Keeping your head turned to his. His fingers trailing down your stomach. Brushing your mound before his fingers are sliding across your pussy. Wet patch obvious. "I think these should stay on." He says before kissing you again.

Giving a strained smile to the familiar cashier. How many times had you come to this little boutique? Too many. You silently curse your boyfriend. He was the reason for it all. Ruining all your underwear.

You're starting to wonder if you should just buy them in bulk online. It would be less embarrassing. Rather than haunting every lingerie shop near you. This boutique wasn't the only one.

Browsing through the delicate lace, soft mesh and comfy cotton sets. You pick out a few things to buy. Before coming across a display mannequin. Wearing a white lace piece that catches your attention.

Not something you would usually wear. But it's cute. Finding it in your size. “Hi, can you hold these for me, while I try this on.” You ask the cashier.

“Of course.” She chirps. Taking the items from you.

“Thanks.” You say before going to the changing rooms. The sound of the thick curtain closing, loud over the quiet atmosphere. You strip slowly. Heart racing in your chest.

Hooking on the lace bra, slipping on the panties. Finally setting up the garter belt, something you've never done. Attaching the suspenders to the lacy garters. Looking at your reflection. Twisting this way and that. It's surprising how well it fits, like a glove.

You grin evilly. Grabbing your phone from your abandoned jeans. Positioning yourself seductively. Before giving the peace sign and taking a mirror selfie. Sending it to your boyfriend.

An instant reply. Full of misspellings, swearing and sexual vulgarity. Grinning bigger, you now know this was the right choice. Sukuna would only be this worked up if he was horny.

It was late, you're woken by the sound of the door slamming shut. You know who it, stomping to your room. Stopping in your doorway.

Sukuna looks pissed, neat brows furrowing, cerise eyes narrow and jaw clenching. Arms crossing over his chest, it should be intimidating. But all it does is ignite the familiar heat in your belly.

Staring at each other for a moment. “Would you care to explain what you were doing this afternoon?” He asks, deep voice strained in his anger. You hum, tilting your head, playing innocent.

His eye twitches, hands clenching around his arms before unclenching.

“Oh, so that's how it's going to be.” He scoffs, stalking towards your bed.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You pout, still playing innocent. Stopping at the end of your bed. Leaning over your legs. Large hands on either side of your ankles. It's his turn to hum.

His eyes trailing up your body until they lock onto yours. He's calmer now, and that's disappointing. “I still don't know what you mean.” You whine exaggeratedly, pout bigger, eyelashes fluttering.

His scowl turning into a grin. He tugs at your covers. Pulling them down. You tug them back up. Holding them to your chest. Tugging them firmer now, not even using a fraction of his strength. He pulls them from your hands and slowly down your body.

Uncovering skin inch by inch. The cold air causing goosebumps. He licks his bottom lip when you're fully revealed. Wearing only the lacy set of lingerie. Dropping your blankets on the ground. He stands up straight.

Hand going to his erection. He's straining against his slacks. He palms himself, soft and slow. Allowing himself a moment of pleasure as he looks down at you.

The heat in your belly growing as you watch him. Shifting from your position. “Stay still.” His growl turning into a groan as he plays with his engorged tip. You pout for real this time. He's looking down at you with glee.

“Sukuna,” you whine, hoping it would prompt him to touch you instead. He grunts in response. Smirking at your frustration. While his hand speeds up.

Deciding if he's not going to help you, then you'll help yourself. Hands skimming over your breasts. You feel a tight grip on your ankle. Before he's dragging you down the bed. You squeak.

Now half hanging off your bed. Ankle still in his grip, legs opened wide for his view. “I like this new set.” He grins, still palming himself. Eyes roaming over your body. Before settling your leg over his hip. Leaning down. “But I think I like you better in red.” His sharp canines on display.

You're feeling horny. What can you say, it's been awhile. Closing the curtains, casting the room in an intimate dimness. Lighting floral scented candles, shadows dancing around the room. Turning on an upbeat tune before setting it to the right volume.

You dance slowly around the room. Teasing yourself with light brushes. Imagination running wild. Slipping off your clothes. Sliding playfully onto the bed.

You begin to imagine bigger hands, scar stretching with a smug smirk, dark lustful eyes. You whimper as you pinch your nipples. One hand trailing down your stomach.

Reaching between your legs, caressing your wetness. Circling your clit but not touching it, not yet. He would make you wait and make you beg. You're aching for him.

Pushing a finger inside your pussy. Curving it just right to tease the spongy spot inside. You add another finger, growing slicker. But it's not enough.

Groaning and rolling to the side. You open your bedside table. Grabbing the blue bunny vibrator and lube. Lubing the soft toy as a wicked idea hits you.

Grabbing your phone. Since it was his fault, you would make him suffer. Pushing the toy into your needy hole. Before turning it on. You record a quick video. Moaning over the music. The toy playing with your clit and g-spot.

Losing yourself to the pleasure. It takes a minute to send the lewd video. Throwing your phone to the side to be forgotten about. A hand clenching in the blankets. Hips moving against the toy. You feel the coil in your stomach pulling tighter. The rhythm too much. The coil snapping, juices flowing.

You don't realise someone's in the room until you hear them tsk. Eyes snapping open. You find the man of your fantasies, “About time.” He smirks and you feel your pussy spasm. The stimulation becoming too much.

You reach to turn the toy off. But he grabs your hand and then the other. Tying them above your head with the string of his sweatpants. He's so close, you lean up to kiss him. But he holds you in place.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I loved the video. But I think it's missing the happy ending.” He rises a few inches, weight supported by one of his big arms.

The other arm between your legs. Plucking the toy out, only to push two of his large fingers in. Massaging your pliant walls. Hitting the spots you could never hope to reach. You're panting as he fucks you slowly with his fingers.

Another orgasm building in you. His thumb rubbing against your swollen clit, You moan loudly. Wetness coating your thighs as it gushes out. “So pretty.” He says as he continues fucking you.

Even with your hole clenching around the intrusion of his fingers. He doesn't stop, adding a third finger, stretching you wide. His thumb continuing to move against your swollen clit.

Your small candles burn out. Leaving the room in semi darkness. All you can see is his glowing eyes and shining teeth. You cry as a third orgasm rips through you. Tears pooling in your eyes as it's becoming painful.

You're relieved when you hear the wet squelch of his fingers leaving. But it's short-lived, and horror washes over you as you hear the familiar buzzing sound. “Come on, you didn't think we were done, did ya?”

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed.❤️

#jjk #fanfic #female reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #jjk smut

29 notes · View notes

lovelytsunoda · 2 years

Text

wait on me // lance stroll

summary: the minute he met her, he knew she was his forever. now, when all the vows are said and done, he gets to make her his all over again. or, wedding night sex with lance.

authors note: ive had so much wedding fever lately, its the hopeless romantic in me. enjoy yourselves and expect more to come in the wedding saga because im tempted to do one of these for everybody.

also shoutout to @whorekneecentral for her take on the lance wedding night !!

first lets go back a little bit to the wedding itself

just imagine lance in a powder blue suit with a white button up

idk why but i have been obsessed with this idea

i imagine that he went suit shopping with alex who suggested it as a joke

and then lance tried it on and they were both like ‘damn. that actually looks really good’

so lance in powder blue

now for y/n’s dress

its simple, lacy and beautiful

and lance thinks that it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

although he thinks his new wife would look even better out of the dress

his eyes are glued to her the entire ceremony, a look of love plastered on his face

and then the first dance is where he starts to get a little handsy

the music is on, not an inch of space between their bodies

all y/n wants is to hold lance close, to make sure that the love of her life isn’t going anywhere

it starts out as sweet, romantic dancing

her head in the crook of his neck, his hands on her waist

a few gentle kisses here and there

and then his hand slowly starts to drop down the back of her dress

he has a cheeky grin on his face as y/n scolds him, his hand still gently resting on her ass before he kisses her again

they’re sitting at the table before the speeches begin, lance’s hand resting on her thigh as he whispers sweet nothings in a combination of hebrew and canadian french ( which sounds lame as hell when compared to regular french but ‘mon amour’ sounds great in any dialect )

all through alex’s best man speech, his hand never leaves y/n, running his fingers up and down her thigh, her head resting on his shoulder as she places her hand on top of lance’s.

“i really hate being the center of attention” she would remark quielty, to which lance finds himself chuckling as well

“i never really got used to it either. i hate attention.”

“why did you decide to become a hot shot race car driver then?”

she smells like bath and body works and wine

he smells like expensive cologne and cognac as he undoes his smart little bow tie, a bright smile on his face

when the reception ends, and bride and groom make their dramatic exit, they run off with one of lawrence’s classic ferraris , ‘just married’ painted on the back window

in washable paint, of course. like those whiteboard markers that are just for glass

lance’s sister found this adorable boutique hotel with one of those heart shaped beds

lance is the kind of guy that would carry his wife through the doorway and then accidentally bump into the wall

“i love you so much”

slow, deep kisses as they stand in the middle of the room, his hands wandering freely now that there’s no audience.

tries to seductively unbutton the dress but fails miserably because there are too many buttons and he can’t see a damn thing

both parties are giggling and a little tipsy as it takes the two of them almost twenty minutes to get the dress off

and then y/n insists on hanging it up so that the expensive fabric doesn’t wrinkle.

“i paid $1,500 for this dress, lance. i’m not ruining it.”

while y/n hangs up the dress, lance casts aside the suit jacket and undoes his white button up, lighting a few candles near the bed before he takes y/n by the hand and guides her towards the plush mattress,

taking in every inch of her body in the white lace lingerie before he kisses her again

“i can’t believe i get to spend the rest of my life loving you, y/n strulovitch.”

kissing every single inch of her body as he slowly undresses her

fingers laced together with arms pinned over her head as lance begins to slowly thrust into her, capturing the moans in a kiss

y/n’s legs curled tightly around his waist and hips, lance’s soft caress all over her body

foreheads resting against each other

this man is so in love its not even funny

one round where they’re on their sides facing each other, eye contact the entire time

one kiss for every deep, toe curling thrust

he definitely gets off on feeling the cool metal of y/n’s wedding band against his skin, knowing that she’s his forever now

definitely makes a serious attempt to stay at it all night, taking little breaks in between for breathing time and making out

he still thinks he’s dreaming, that he’s going to wake up in the morning in his monaco apartment and y/n will be gone

holding her tightly as they drift off to sleep, softly whispering in hebrew as she traces the tattoo on his ribcage with the tip of her ring finger

both are sore in the morning

and they sleep in so late that they almost miss their flight to greece, where they plan to spend their honeymoon

sebastian calls and yells at lance over the phone until the poor guy fully wakes up and remembers his flight leaves at noon, and then panic when he realizes it’s already ten a.m.

#lance stroll x reader #f1 headcanon #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #wedding saga bc there will defo be more #lance stroll #husband!lance

231 notes · View notes

badiiidea · 9 months

Text

@heyblcndie

Meeting Leah had been such a pleasant surprise. Normally she found her trysts in bars or clubs or at parties. But this time she'd been helping her younger sister move in to school, had been getting ready to leave her, and on a whim she'd decided to visit the campus library. As busy as she was, the silence was just nice. There Leah had been, her nose in a book, and in a rom-com style meet cute, Kendra had been walking by when the other's pen had slipped off the table, rolling near her heel. She'd picked it up, returned it, and the rest, as they say, had been history.

Today, Kendra was trying her best to ease Leah into the idea of allowing her to spoil her filthy fucking rotten. Maybe one day she'd ask the psych major if it had something to do with her mommy issues and growing up poor, but Kendra nearly got off on the idea of showering her in the finest things life could offer.

Blake, one of her best friend's, was a super model, so getting the hookup at one of the finest lingerie boutiques in the city wasn't hard. "It's simple, we have the whole place to ourselves for two hours." Kendra was perched on a bench, sipping a glass of champagne already. "So why don't you look around, see if there's anything you like and want to try on for me?" Those perfect lips of hers formed a smirk, a brow cocked, "Or do you want me to find something for you, baby?"

#kendra;leah #I CAN RETRACT THIS

1 note · View note

akmallickblr-blog · 1 year

Text

Valentine's Day Outfits for Every Occasion Spice up your V- Day look

Whether your Valentine’s Day plans include a big night out or a single glass of wine, we ’ve discovered the perfect outfits to get you in the spirit. Scroll down to get inspired by these Valentine’s Day dress canons for every type of date. Rather than rushing to put together an outfit a many hours before your Valentine’s Day date night, you should prepare ahead to spare yourself some stress.

Whether you ’re going for a low- crucial style, channelizing your inner princess, or making a glam fashion statement in rosy, red tinges or satiny neutrals, we ’ve rounded up the finest outfits you can completely wear this V- Day — anyhow of your relationship status or plans. Continue reading for all of the Valentine’s Day dress law ideas you won’t want to miss. Get in the lovey- dove spirit by transubstantiating your getting-ready mask into a sharp evening serape dress, elevating the look with a brace of demitasse and plum drop earrings. Lacy bralettes and corseted covers could make their eschewal- of- the- house debut, chirping out from under a blazer — or indeed worn alone, if you ’re feeling enterprising. Make a simple silk cami feel brand-new by pairing it with a flowery pleated skirt, or take a slip dress for a night on the city. To finish the look, slide into a brace of gleeful red, bow- stretched satin slippers, or a brace of brocade sling- reverse heels. Our favorite Valentine's Day outfits for all types of occasions ahead of Feburary 14th.

Stylish Valentine's Day Outfits for Going Out

Dresses, Underwear, Lingerie, Maxi Dresses

Tags - womens sale clothing, online clothes shopping, women's clothing online, clothing boutiques near me, cheap womens clothing, online boutiques for women,

clothing websites for women, lingerie store, lingerie brands, bra and panty sets, lingerie store near me, sexy women in lingerie, women's sexiest underwear,

bralette and panty sets

#ukfashion #online shoppping #valantinesday #sexy tease #instatumblr

0 notes

adultpartyandsextoys · 2 years

Text

Expose Boutique has a unique piece of adult-themed lingerie and sex toys and gifts for holidays like Valentine's Day and Christmas. Then, take your date night to the next level with an adult novelty stores. The nice thing about our sex shops is that most sex shops are specialized. In other words, tons of adult sex shops around town are good at a single field of expertise. Here, you'll find light, nicely stocked pleasure toys & intimate apparel stores, and a selection of gently edited videos & printed erotica.

Shopping on the web is the best shop for the quality turn of events and construes upgrades for couples, men, and ladies. The marvelous thing about a grown-up toy store in San Diego is that it gives many people the best quality sex toys. Here, you will see numerous incredible adult toys store near me. Acknowledge that you need the broadest confirmation of things at ideal costs.

#adult toys store near me

0 notes

365elephantsoap · 2 years

Text

MY LEAST FAVORITE THING TO SHOP FOR

Saturday was one of those odd days where Michael got up at the same time as me and we both ended up doing the grocery shopping. The original plan was for me to get him up when I got home from grocery shopping so we could go to early voting at Union Station. The new plan included a car wash and tag teaming grocery shopping (tag teaming grocery shopping means, I get most of the things on the list while Michael roams around the store grabbing things not on the list). Groceries purchased and put away, we finally headed to Union Station, parking at Crown Center because parking is free on Saturdays and we can walk the sky walk over to the station.

We wandered around Union Station looking for the polling place which turned out to be closed, and while we were walking, I told Michael about the bra I had on because the one I wear all week is in the washer. He stops and says “Wait. You wear the same bra everyday? This is unacceptable. Where do you buy bras?” and he immediately pulls out his phone to start looking up places to buy underwear, finding a boutique near by. I voiced my concerns about bra shopping but I couldn’t tell if he was not listening or just flat out ignoring me, because we got on the streetcar anyway and rode it a few blocks up the street. The closer we got to the store, the more anxious I became about even looking into the store window let alone stepping inside. This is not a department store or Target (where my last bit of lingerie was purchased). This is a BOUTIQUE, the kind of place you make an appointment to go to. Walk ins are welcome, but it’s better to make an appointment. I did not have an appointment. I did not have any business walking into this store. Michael sort of shoved me through the door and said “I’ll be back in a bit. Have fun!” It was not unlike any time I’ve ever dropped Josephine off at the groomer’s or that time Talaura shoved a cookie into my hands while pushing me off the bus at the airport in NY so there would not be goodbye tears.

The boutique, Birdie’s, is tiny and filled with beautiful bits of ethically sourced lingerie displayed in old glass and wood cases and at first I didn’t know where to start, but the woman behind the counter stepped up. She asked me a few questions about what I needed in a day-to-day bra and then she measured me. She pinned closed the curtain, sealing me into the tiny dressing room and then came back with a handful of lacy bras and said she’d be back with some slightly padded ones next. My shoulder sagged a little at the stack of lacy bras. Once, while I was in graduate school, a guy in my department looked right at my chest and said “Oh! It must be cold in here.” I have worn a padded bra ever since. I never reach for just lace when shopping for a bra. I want to reach for the lace. I’d love to wear something pretty every day, but that one comment ruined me. I tried on every single bra the woman handed me (there were a lot) and every one of them fit me and was comfortable. I finally had to narrow it down to three based on color and only one of them has padding. It is also mostly lace. I bought three lacy, very pretty bras that fit, are comfortable, and make me feel like getting in a time machine so I can go back to that day in grad-school and give that jerk the response he deserved and probably still deserves.

Michael came into the shop while the woman was ringing up my purchases, which included a new, very sexy sticker for the scooter. I looked at him and said “There’s a lot of things in here that I like and this is a very appropriate place for you to buy gift cards for me when you don’t know what to get me.” I walked into Birdie’s feeling insecure and cranky about having to do my least favorite kind of shopping. I walked out of that store feeling empowered, knowing that I would go back in there in the near future able to confidently point at any style or lingerie set and say “I’d like that in this size please.” Heck, I don’t even have to go in there and point. All I have to do is tell her my size and an array of beautiful things will just be brought to me to try on.

I think Birdie’s just turned bra shopping into my new favorite thing.

#Birdie's #shop small and local #bras

0 notes

lebustiere · 2 years

Text

How Do I Find a Leading Lingerie Store Near Me?

If you have never bought women’s underwear from a physical store on your own, it might intimidate you when you finally have to do it. It can be intimidating, too, when you have to compare different boutiques to find the most promising for your needs. If you cannot get a leading lingerie store near you, you may consider the guide below.

1. Ask someone to recommend one to you

You could start by asking someone who may have several stores that they trust to recommend them to you. A colleague at work, neighbor, family member, or close friend may offer some invaluable referrals or recommendations if you need them. Considering and comparing their different suggestions will have simplified your search.

2. Shop from online stores

There are also tons of online boutiques that you may consider for your lingerie shopping needs. Do this by searching for keywords like “where to buy high end lingerie in DC” or “the best boutiques for luxury women’s lingerie near me.” The Search engine simplifies searches using your location criteria, which should also make your search easier.

3. Shop from a physical store

Lastly, consider a local underwear boutique. If you are a visitor, ask your hosts or new neighbors to recommend the best stores. A visit to physical stores will make it easier to do physical shopping.

Le Bustiere Boutique

1744 Columbia Rd NW #2

Washington, DC 20009

202-745-8080

#lingerie store #high end lingerie

0 notes

beingstingyboutique · 1 year

Text

#sexy catwoman costumes #womens sleepwear sets #lingerie boutique near me

0 notes

missallsundaes · 3 years

Text

Kinktober 2021 | Day | Lingerie Minors Do Not Interact

Sanji x F! Reader (AFAB and fem pet names such as princess & ma'am used) WC | 2798 CW | blood (nosebleed), lingerie, crossdressing, femdom, dominate reader, begging, fellatio, cunnilingus, soixante-neuf (69), cream pies

You came into your shared room, arms full of your bags of shopping from being out with Nami and Robin. The island you were stopped at was perfect for shopping, so many trendy boutiques, shops full of handmade garments, stalls stocked with beautiful textiles and jewels, and being with Nami meant always getting the best price. Sanji looked up from his lounging position on the bed, dropping his book when he saw how much you were carrying.

“My Swan! Please let me take those for you,” He sang, taking the bags from you before you could even reply, a smile across your face as he leaned down to kiss you as he took the bags, “Why did no one help you down to our room?” A huff in his voice, undoubtedly thinking unfavorably of Zoro.

“I told them that I was fine,” You laughed, “And I was. It’s only a few bags of clothes.” You watched him set down the bags near your wardrobe, “Do you want me to show you what I got?”

He sat on the edge of the bed, his usual spot for watching you show off your new acquisitions as you put them away in the closet. You kicked off your shoes by the door, crossing the floor to the pile of bags where he set them for you, opening the wardrobe to get them ready to hang on the pole that, admittedly, was already quite full of clothes.

You pulled out a dress, swishing it in front of you, earning nods, heart eyes, and immense compliments from Sanji before you could even speak about it, garment after garment followed in the same fashion, his approval for each one spoke loud and clear, words of affirmation for each of the things you bought and how beautiful he thought that you would look in each of them. You looked at the last bag at your feet, a small black bag, unassuming with gilded stripes of gold along the top, a devilish smile curling at the corner of your lips, knowing how he would react before you even pulled out the special purchase from the bag.

You bent to pick up the last of the bags, “This one is,” you paused, holding the bag to your chest and making eye contact with Sanji through your eyelashes, “This one is special.”

“Oh?” He said, on the edge of his seat, “More special than all of these?” His interest was especially piqued, and he wasn’t a stupid man, you knew that. You knew he was aware of the types of things that came in discrete black bags.

You lifted the set of lingerie from the bag, a black lace basque set, cupless with garter straps to connect to the black thigh highs still in the bag, paired with a matching lace thong.

Sanji erupted into a nosebleed before you could speak, clutching his nose with his hand, babbling under his hand words that you couldn’t understand. You dropped the lingerie back into the bag and rushed to Sanji’s side, grabbing a tissue on your way to his side. He took it from your hand, covering his nose and cleaning up his mess.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, head a bit woozy, “Just the thought of you in that was enough to make me swoon for you my Princess.”

You chuckled, looking at him with a coy grin, “Well, actually,” You said, “I was thinking that you could wear it for me, My Prince”

You felt him stiffen next to you on the bed, “Would.. You want that?” He said, giving it a thought, but clearly a little hesitant about the idea.

“Well I did get myself a set as well… But I really want to see you in it,” You touched his thigh, fingertips sliding up close to his groin, causing him to make an involuntary noise in his throat, you could see his rising stiffness through his well tailored slacks.

“I’ll wear mine if you wear yours..?” You suggested, and that’s what made him buckle, nodding for you, putty in your hands, fingertip of your pointer finger sliding up the taut fabric of his trousers over his cock, making him moan for you.

“Anything for you, my Swan,” He crooned, face red, not making eye contact, more shy than you had ever seen him, “Give… me a minute to put it on for you?”

“I can do that!” You said, hopping off the bed and pulling the lingerie out of the bag for him, also setting down a pair of black heels on the bed, to which he raised his curly brow at you, and you smiled with a wink, taking the bag with you and tossing a silk robe over your shoulder.

“Back in ten?” You said, opening the door, Sanji nodded, standing from the bed to look over the lingerie set out for him.

You snuck your way to the bathroom, locking the latch behind you, slipping your clothes off, excited to come back to your sweet chef in the lingerie you bought for him, feeling the slick between your legs even now as you pulled out your own set of lingerie. A chemise with a black transparent lace brassiere, blue silk skirt with a black lace trim, and a pair of matching transparent black lace panties. You slipped them over your legs, getting dressed in the sexy outfit before pulling the silk robe over yourself, spritzing Sanji’s favorite perfume across your chest and tucking your clothes into the bag. Finishing the outfit with a pair of black thigh high stockings,

You knocked on the door tentatively, “Are you ready, Sanji?” You said, opening the door a crack.

“Yes, my Swan,” He replied, and you heard the apprehension in his voice, and could imagine the blush across his cheeks before you could even see his face.

You slipped in the door, shutting it behind you and breath catching in your throat as you saw Sanji before you, fully dressed in the black basque, the top of it coming just under his pectorals, making them look more prominent, his waist snatched by the lace work around his waist. His cock was straining against the black lace of the thong around his pelvis, obviously the lingerie was having more of an effect on him than he wanted to admit, and maybe the thong was a size too small, you thought to yourself. Garter straps across his toned thighs led down to his legs clad in stockings, smoothing out the shape of his well defined calves down to his slender ankles and his feet in the black heels.

“Oh Sanji you’re such a good boy for me,” You purred, eliciting a groan from his lips without even touching him. “Look at you all dressed up, you gorgeous boy.”

You gently pushed him to the bed, making him sit on the edge for you, his dick straining more against the fabric in this position. You slipped the silken fabric of the robe off your shoulder, untying the knot at your waist and letting it fall to the floor.

“Gods, you’re so gorgeous,” He moaned when he saw your body in the lingerie, reaching to touch your waist, to pull you closer to him, “You’re a goddess, you’re perfect, you’re--” you pushed his hands back gently, causing him to stop his stream of compliments for you.

“No touching until I tell you, Sanji,” you purred, touching his bare chest with your fingers, gently guiding him to lie down on the bed.

“Yes ma’am,” He replied hastily, obediently putting his hands over his head and letting you look over his form.

His face was flushed red from embarrassment, but his body betrayed him. You touched the skin of his thighs peeking over the hem of the stockings, dragging your fingers up the garters and to the bottom of the basque, teasing his soft skin and making him mewl for you. Hands over the fabric, you could feel his strong muscles under the lace, your hands finding their way to his pecs, running your hands across through his fine blonde chest hair, pinching his buds gently and making him moan more than he would ever care to admit as you teased his nipples.

“Please touch me,” He mumbled, sending arousal straight to your core.

“What was that? Speak up.” You asked, taking your hands off his chest, wanting to hear him say it again just as much as you needed the rush of him obeying your commands.

“Please touch my cock,” He said, voice shaky, back arching as you touched his chest again, running your fingers down to the waistband of the panties his cock was straining against. “Please, ma’am, I need it, I need your hands.” His voice becoming more confident, more desperate as you carefully lifted the fabric off of his shaft, pulling the panties down to his thighs.

“These hands?” You teased, placing one on his lower abdomen, his cock standing at attention between them, the gleam of precum shining on the tip.

“Yes, please, please,” He said, voice getting more desperate the longer you weren’t touching him.

“You don’t want… my mouth?” You teased, puckering your lips before opening your mouth and sensually licking your lips. You watched his cock twitch because of the thought, his breath catching in his throat. “Oh, did you like that idea?”

He nodded vigorously before he could reply, “Yes please, please suck my cock, please.” Gods how you loved to hear his deep sultry voice beg for you, his tones normally so confident and sure of himself, melted into a submissive toy for you.

You knelt to the ground, knees touching the wood, leaning forward to breathe on his member, listening to his desperate moans before catching the tip in your mouth, tongue against his glands, his moan desperate and loud. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick, stroking as you lowered your mouth, swallowing more of him. Your other hand found his balls, cupping them and fondling them in time to your mouth’s rhythm.

You continued your ministrations on him, making him groan for you, your tongue running along the underside of his cock as you sucked him off, hollowing your cheeks on him as you bobbed your head up and down on him.

Sanji’s hips instinctually pushed up to meet your mouth, and you pulled your mouth away. He whined from the sudden stop of sensation, you let go of him, pressing your hands against his hips to keep them down on the bed.

“Please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, please ma’am.” He whined, looking down to you, his curly eyebrow desperately slouched and his eye pleading for more. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“I’m not sure,” You said, standing again, wiping the spittle from the corner of your mouth, purposely dragging a finger across your lip to tease him. You slid your panties down your legs, kicking them to the floor, “Maybe you should prove how sorry you are?”

He watched you, entranced by the hint of your sex that he saw as you pulled down your panties. You climbed onto the bed, placing a knee on either side of his head and straddling his face.”You want to show how sorry you are? Show me then, my Prince.”

Without a word he lifted his face to your cunt, you were already soaked from teasing Sanji, and his tongue wrapping its way around your clit, eating you like a man starved. You felt your own moans leave your throat, starting as a soft pur from your throat and building louder as he lapped at your sensitive nerves, making you weak for his tongue.

“OH Sanji, fuuuuck,” You moaned, rutting against his face. He moved his hands now from their diligent position, grabbing your hips and pulling your sex closer to his face. You didn’t have the strength to chastise him for touching without permission as he devoured your wet cunt. You braced yourself with your hands against his chest as he taunted you with his tongue, lapping between your labia, parting them to taste your clit between his lips.

You leaned forward, eager to take his dripping cock into your mouth again, your hands found his hips, this time to steady yourself as you wrapped your lips around his hard member. His groan sent vibrations through your pussy, making you weak, your own moans slipping out your throat as you swallowed as much of Sanji’s cock as you could reach.

You felt the muscles tighten within you, the knot of your orgasm teasingly close as you thrust against his diligent mouth. He tightened his fingers on your hips, leaving dimples in your skin where his digits were buried, pulling you closer to him and focusing solely on your clit now, sensing your impending orgasm. You let his cock out of your mouth, laying your head against his stomach as you got ever closer to that sweet release.

“S-sanjiii,” You moaned, as he worked on your clit, the flicking consistency of his rhythm exactly what you wanted, exactly what he knew you liked and needed, “I’m going to cum Sanji,” You moaned, panting breathlessly, seconds before the knot released within you and you felt the crashing waves of your orgasm hit you, your fingers on his hips squeezing tight and your back arching as he gave you your first orgasm of the night.

His tongue didn’t stop until you lifted your body from his face, falling to the bed beside him, propping yourself up on the pillows and opening your legs wide for him. He watched your every movement, eyes full of his lust for you, his yearning to be inside you. His face was still coated in your slick, his facial hair glistening with your cum.

“Fill me up, my Prince,” You purred, sliding your hands along the inside of your thighs, making sensual eye contact with him as you parted your lips to show him your wet awaiting hole. “I want you inside me, fuck me,” You commanded, depraved words not even making you blush at this point.

“Anything for you, Princess,” He replied, quickly adjusting his position, eager to feel your cunt wrapped around his desperate cock. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock framed between the garters on his thighs, tip pressing between your spread fingers. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, your knees hooking around his elbows, pulling you swiftly down onto his cock, your arousal letting him fully slide inside you with ease, both of you letting out loud, primal moans.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you and locking his lips with yours when he was within reach. He started pumping in and out of your slick cunt, his kissing was as desperate as his hips. You parted your lips, letting his tongue into your mouth and deepening the kiss, moaning into his mouth as he thrust into you. His hand reached down, his thumb putting pressure on your clit as his cock filled you, his fingers pressing against your mound, increasing the sensation of his cock hitting you in just the right place, driving you mad, making you moan, muffled against his mouth.

You broke the kiss, rolling your head back in ecstasy as he drilled into you. His lips found the skin of your neck in your lip’s absence, kissing your soft skin, trailing his mouth down to catch a nipple between his lips. He sucked and nibbled on your nipple, only making you moan for him more as he drove your body over the edge a second time, another orgasm hitting you suddenly, tightening around his cock and pressing your groin to his for as much contact as you could muster in this position.

“Please-- can I cum?” He managed to beg, his voice ragged and husky, breathless and clearly barely holding himself back.

“Yes! Yes come for me,” You moaned, riding out your orgasm, the second you commanded him to cum you felt his dick twitch inside your tight pussy, letting loose his orgasm and coating the inside of you with his seed. He pumped into you, riding out the last of his own orgasm, and holding you tight to him for a moment after, catching his breath.

He pulled out of you, gently letting go of your legs and setting them down on the bed, looking down, satisfied smirk on his face as he watched his cum mixed with your slick, dribbling out of your cunt.

“So you liked the gift then?” You teased, grabbing his chin in your hand and pulling him towards you for another kiss.

He chuckled into the kiss, “More than I’d admit to anyone but you.”

#sanji #sanji vinsmoke #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #kinktober 2021 #n/sfw #n/sfw under cut #n/sfw text

181 notes · View notes

dadolorian · 3 years

Text

(Diamonds and Daddies one shot) An Angel, A devil, and a Daddy ,Whiskey x F!Reader x OFC MXFXF

A/N: This is a colab fic written with @talesfromtheguild and omg guys you have no idea how fun this was to write and the ideas we shared 🥵 🥵

Huge thank you to her for the help and being willing to collab please go read her stuff.

This is a CANON side story to Diamonds and Daddies

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader x OFC!

Warning/tags: Threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) , Oral (M and F receiving) , Creampie, strap on , FXF action, MXF action, over stimulation, aftercare, rough sex, dirty talk, P in V sex, slapping, DD/LG /BDSM style relationship

Word count: 10K + 🥵

AO3 LINK -

Summary: For Jacks birthday, HoneyBee surprises him with a threesome.

Your limbs ached as you rolled over and snuggled into Jack’s bare chest, your nose pressed into the crook of his neck as you pressed lazy kisses against his skin. You could feel him start to stir in his sleep, as your soft kisses began to rouse him awake. His arms wrap around your torso, pressing you closer to him. His skin is warm beneath yours, and part of you never wants to leave the warmth and safety that he radiates.

“Good morning.” he says, his voice a deep rumble. The combination of loudly moaning all night long, and his sleepy morning voice made his voice a deep growl that reverberated through the air.

“Good morning Daddy.” you reply, kissing along his jawline, early morning stubble rubbed against your skin.

Jack finally cracks his eyes open, and tips his head downwards to look at you. He smiles softly and proudly when he sees your hair is still a mess from last night's activities, and your lips are still slightly swollen. He shifts slightly in bed, and brings his hand to cup your jaw before pulling your face towards his where he gently kisses you awake.

You pull away from him, and he openly pouts. You laugh at him before ducking back down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He tries to follow you and your sweet kisses when you pull away again.

“How would you feel about a threesome?” you ask him out of nowhere.

Jack’s head falls backwards onto his pillow with a deep groan as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will the naughty images his mind conjures up away. He releases a huff of air as his hands adjust their grip on your waist. “Darlin’...” he says tilting his head to the side to look at his alarm clock. “It is 6:30 in the goddamn morning. You can’t just spring that on me.”

“But would you be interested?”

“Babygirl, you know I don’t share.”

“But Daddy…”

“It ain’t gonna happen darlin’. My cock is the only cock that gets to fuck your sweet little pussy. No other man is gonna touch you.”

“But…”

“Unless you got a girlfriend that wants to join us, the answer is no.”

Your eyes light up - you’ve got just the friend to join the two of you in bed, but you school your expression and pout slightly, trying to steer Jack away from the conversation you’d started.

“Okay Daddy…”

He rolls you over and onto your back with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. His hands hold onto your hips as some of his body weight crushes you. “Now, how about breakfast in bed?” he asks, licking his lips before disappearing beneath the sheets.

When Jack had said he didn’t want anything and that you didn’t need to get him anything for his Birthday you felt bad. You had wanted to get him something, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of a single thing your man could want, need or desire. Additionally, if Jack truly did want something, he could buy it himself. He was a grown man who could provide more than enough for himself - and you. Your monthly allowance was generous at most, and all the gifts and dates Jack took you on… he spoiled you rotten.

But then you recalled that silly little conversation you had with him one morning after a long night, and you suddenly knew what you wanted to get Jack for his birthday, and you knew exactly who to call to help you out.

It hadn’t taken much to convince your good friend Taylor to join in on your plan. In fact, Taylor was on board before you even finished asking your question. When she had agreed, you explained to her how Jack liked things - your relationship was heavily based in DD/LG roleplay, and he liked being able to feel all of you without a condom on.

Taylor wasn’t surprised at this information - she’d been on the Sugar Baby app you used for years, and had been with many daddy’s, and baby’s, and had been a part of many, many fantasies. Getting to join you with your Daddy was something Taylor was looking forward to. She was curious about your himDaddy, what with you constantly talking about him and how great he treated you, and how well he fucked you. To say she was curious about him was an understatement.

After she had agreed to yours and Jack’s terms, you made sure to get everything in order. You had Taylor tested to double check she was clean, she was already on birth control so you didn’t have to worry about that, and finally you took her shopping. You were going to go all out on lingerie for Jack’s birthday - after all your Daddy deserved the best.

When you had arrived at the fancy lingerie store, you were greeted by Amy, one of the sales associates that had been a good friend of yours and always knew what to put you in to make Jack drool.

“What are we going for today?” Amy asked with a coy smile. She had been a Sugar Mama long ago, and knew what suited you and your Daddy’s tastes.

“We’re just browsing today. Birthday surprise.” you’d told her.

Amy winks at you, and tells you to call for her if you need her help before she slips away to help another customer. Together, you and Taylor walk through the lingerie store, browsing for something that Jack would like to see the two of you in. It feels like you wander the whole store and find nothing that feels right to wear as a gift for Jack.

With a dejected sigh, you look over the tops of the racks for Taylor’s dark head of hair, before you spot her on the other side of the boutique. You weave your way through the racks before you come to stand beside her.

“What about these?” she suggests, her hand running over a vibrant red silk bra and matching panties set. Your hand reaches out to run over the material, and you’re surprised at how soft it feels under your fingertips. Your head cocks to one side as your eyes land on a separate yet similar looking set just a foot away, and an idea sparks inside your head, remembering one of Jack's favorite kinks to explore with you. Stepping away from Taylor as she grabs the red silk number, you reach outwards and grab onto the set that caught your eye. You spin around with a devious little smirk on your face as you reveal what caught your eye to Taylor. Her own wicked smirk bloomed across her face as she eyed the lingerie in your hands.

“Oh you little devil.” she teases you.

“You’re the devil,” you teased back, sauntering off to find some accessories that would really finish the look off.

Jack was in for one hell of a birthday surprise.

When Jack stepped inside his apartment, and dropped his keys on the hallway table, he didn’t notice the trail of rose petals leading further into his home at first. He only noticed the silence that greeted him. By now his Honey Bee should have been leaping into his arms, as you always did when you heard him return home from a long day at work. Curious, he took off deeper into the apartment, not finding you in the lounge and kitchen, he knew you had something planned for his birthday, so to not have you jumping on him the second he got home concerned him. There was no way you would go out at this time, surely? You knew not to head out without telling him. He was extremely protective of you and you’d be punished if you didn’t follow the rules. As he neared the stairs, ready to search the bedroom, he finally noticed the petals. He chastised himself in his head, how a secret agent didn’t notice something so obvious in his own home was beyond him. The annoyance he felt at his lack of observational skills was quickly overruled by a growing heat in his stomach as it clicked in his mind as to what the petals could mean. He had no idea what you were planning, but he was excited nonetheless, all he knew was his precious little baby had a surprise for him, and that was all he needed to know. He slowly ascended the stairs, undoing his tie and throwing his jacket to the side as he walked. He followed the trail with his eyes, his smile and cock growing as his eyes were led up to the bedroom door. He paused at the door, hearing some soft, muffled moaning coming from the other side. He growled to himself, picturing you lying on the bed, legs spread wide, pleasuring yourself, as much as the idea got him hot and bothered, you knew the rules, and pleasuring yourself without his permission was a sure fire way to earn his ire. He didn’t bother knocking, intent on catching you in the act, and it was his home and his bedroom after all, instead he opened the door slowly, and let his eyes follow the petals right up to your shared bed. His eyes widened in surprise and lust at the downright sin before him. His precious, innocent little girl laid out on the bed, wearing nothing but a frilly little white get up, that sight just by itself would be one to instantly make him hard. But no, you weren’t alone.

Your hands clung to the hips of a woman he had never seen before, the two of you seemed unfazed by his presence, too distracted by each other's tongues as you kissed one another.

The strange woman, who was wearing a matching outfit to yours in red, opened her eyes and looked over to him, she smiled into the kiss, keeping eye contact with him she started trailing her hand from its place on your hip to between your legs, making you moan loudly.

That made him snap out of his daze finally, he growled and strode towards the bed, stopping at the foot to watch you two more closely.

“I don’t think this is what good girls do, ain't that right Honey Bee?” he rumbled hungily.

You jumped, truly having been too distracted by Taylor to notice Jack come in. Your lips left hers and you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes at him, trying to feign innocence.

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, caught. “We were just-”

“No excuses,” he cut you off. A large hand trailed up the length of your body, stopping at your chest. Firmly, he pushed you onto your back, his eyes trailed down your body to take a good look at what you were wearing. A new set he noted, as his fingers traced the edges, white and frilly, just how he liked it, with fluffy angel wings and a matching halo to really finish the look off. He leant over you, kneeling between your legs and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, he peppered it with teasing kisses before wandering up to your mouth.

His lips ghosted above yours, you could feel the heat of his mouth on your kiss swollen lips,, he was so close, but as you leant up to kiss him he pulled away enough to stay out of your reach.

“I come home, after a long, hard day at work, all I want to do is spend some quality alone time with my Honey Bee, on my birthday, instead, here I find you, breaking my rules, playing with a friend you didn't even ask me if you could invite over, and making excuses?”

He slapped your thigh before straightening up, eyes now focused on Taylor who had been patiently waiting beside you.

“Now, who might you be Gorgeous? “ he asked, his voice softening and letting his gaze wander over her form, admiring the matching outfit she wore, red, with little devil wings and tail in place of your halo and wings.

“Taylor, Daddy,” she purred, stretching out on the bed, a playful smile gracing her red painted lips.

“Taylor,” he repeated, trying it out. As much as he tried to keep the stern facade up, he couldn’t help mirroring her smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, although I would have much preferred it if we could have met when I wasn’t upset with my Baby.” He emphasised his point by slapping your thigh again, rubbing it soothingly straight away and ignoring your startled cry.

“I-i was trying to surprise you, for your birthday Daddy,” you mewled, whimpering again when he glared down at you.

“Surprise me you did Honey Bee, but that don’t mean you have permission to break Daddy’s rules,” his fingers danced over your covered core, tutting when he found you wet. “Getting yourself all worked up without Daddy’s permission? I’m disappointed Honey Bee.”

“B-but that was Taylor-”

He cut you off with a hard slap to your covered pussy.

“Don’t you blame your friend when you’re the one who invited her and started playing with her!” He snarled. “You know the rules!”

He turned to Taylor again with a sigh. “I’m sorry you have to see this Gorgeous, I think I’ve been spoiling my Honey Bee too much if she thinks she can behave like this.” His eyes didn't leave her face, but he began rubbing up and down your core as he continued to speak to her, ignoring your pleas and mewls as you writhed between his touch. “I want you to know I ain’t blaming you for her behaviour, you’re a guest in this house and I don’t expect you to know all the rules, but I do expect her to follow them.”

He leant forward towards her, until his nose was touching hers.

“Can you be a good girl for me and tell me who’s idea it was to start playing?”

Taylor swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yes Daddy, it was me, it was my idea,” she admitted.

Jack hummed and closed the small gap between them, locking his lips to hers.

Taylor moaned and you whined, jealous of the attention and praise your Daddy was giving her.

Jack broke the kiss , giving her one last peck. “Thank you for being truthful with my Darlin, instead of pushing the blame onto someone else like a bad girl,” his gaze drifted back to you as his sentence ended with a growl. “What are you whining for huh?”

You pouted up at him, refusing to answer.

“Quit being a brat and answer the question Honey Bee,” he warned.

“I want a kiss too,” you sniveled.

“Good girls get kisses.”

“But Taylor just admitted she started it!” You whined.

“We aint going over this again Honey Bee, you know the rules, she doesn’t. She’s a guest in this house and she told me the truth, so she gets a kiss.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, turning your head away from him in annoyance.

“I really do spoil you too much Honey Bee,” he sighed, pulling you up into a sitting position. “One kiss, you get one,” he said sternly, finger raised in warning before dipping his head to finally kiss you.

You moaned, your perfectly manicured fingers raking through his hair as you attempted to deepen the kiss. If you only got one you were determined to make sure it was a good one. Normally Jack loved to tease you with his tongue as you kissed, but he denied you entrance as you tried to deepen it. He growled, warning you as you attempted to push your tongue past his lips for a third time. He pulled away from you far too quickly. “Sit up on the bed, both of you,” he ordered, hands trailing up and down your back.

You nipped at his jaw, ignoring the instruction and kissing your way down his neck, making little marks appear on his skin, as Taylor moved to sit on the bed like he asked the two of you to do.

“Angel…” Jack’s voice drops low, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “My little devil is behaving better than you are right now. I think she deserves all the rewards you were going to get tonight.”

You pulled away from him just slightly to stare up at him, with big doe eyes. Jack’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared down at you, and your innocent expression. Both of his hands came to cup the side of your face as he pressed a single chaste kiss to your lips.

“That look won’t work on me sweetheart. You’ve been a brat since I stepped in the door. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” he says, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“But... tonight is supposed to be all about you.” you said, breaking out of the bratty submissive role you’d taken on for the night. You really wanted Jack to have a good birthday, and you didn’t want to ruin it in any way. Shitty birthdays sucked, and you didn’t want Jack to remember this birthday as one you had messed up.

“And it will be. Right now, Daddy wants to punish you for your bratty behavior.” Jack reassures you in a soft voice, telling you that everything between the two of you was okay.

Taylor sat in the middle of your shared bed, and watched the two of you as she bit her lip. It was obvious to see just how much the two of you cared for each other, how much it went beyond the dynamic the two of you had arranged and agreed to. Shifting her weight around, Taylor felt honored to share your bed for a night. What the two of you had… it was something Taylor hadn’t seen in a very long time, and she was proud to see you had found something so precious with Jack.

“Honeybee, you’re gonna sit right here,” Jack ordered you, pointing to a spot right next to Taylor on your large bed, “and you’re gonna watch as I fuck your friend with my tongue.”

You whined at the thought of just sitting there and watching, but this was a punishment and you don’t wanna disappoint your Daddy. Positioning yourself comfortably on top of the sheets, you tucked your legs beneath your body and settled directly next to Taylor. At the foot of the bed, Jack watched patiently as you sat down and looked at him, waiting for any other instructions he might have for you. When he’s satisfied with where you’re sat, he turns his eyes to the woman casually lounging on his bed.

“Darlin’, as good as you look in red, I bet you look better naked.” he said as he gently reached out and ran a hand upwards, letting his fingers drag over her skin from her ankle to her hip.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, but not painfully, and dragged her down the bed slightly trying to bring her closer to him so he could reach her easier. His fingers play with the little straps on her garter belt, before hooking one finger underneath the elastic and letting it snap back against her skin. Taylor moans softly in the back of her throat as her thigh stings slightly.

“Fuck.” Jack exhaled as he stared down at Taylor. As much as he wants to just tear her lingerie off and fuck her senselessly, Jack wants to take his time with her, wants to show his baby what happens when she breaks the rules and acts like a brat. Everything he’s going to do to Taylor is what he could have done to you instead if you hadn’t disobeyed him.

Jack’s hands wander to the clips that hold up the garter belt, and slowly he begins to snap each elastic band against Taylor’s skin before unclipping them fully. His hands moved to the belt those straps were sewn to, and unclipped it, pulling away from her body and tossed it somewhere within the bedroom.

You whine loudly as your eyes are glued to Jack’s hands as they roam over Taylor’s body as she mewls and hums softly at his touch. His hands ran over her ribs before coming to cup her breasts. You can see Jack’s eyes darken as he tests the weight of Taylor’s breasts in each of his hands, loving the way they feel in his palms beneath the silky red fabric they’re confined behind. Taylor’s back arches off the mattress, pressing her chest farther into Jack’s hands wanting him to touch more of her.

“Relax sweetheart, we’ve got all night.” Jack shushes her as he pulls her bra downwards, exposing her hardened nipples to the cold air in the bedroom.

“Daddy,” Taylor whines as Jack’s hands return to her breasts. He leans over her and takes one of her dark, pebbled nipples into his mouth as his thumb tweaks the other one.

Jack shushes her as he lets go of her breasts and moves his hands downwards. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her scandalous panties and pulled them down her long, toned legs - legs he wants wrapped around his head as he eats her out. His cock throbs beneath his pants, aching to be touched by either of the two beautiful women in his bed. He wants to touch himself, but he can wait a little bit longer before he gives in to what he wants.

Jack brings Taylor’s wet panties to his nose and inhales her scent. His eyes fall closed as he moans. His eyes open slowly, and when he looks at you, he smirks. “Kitten, open your mouth.” Your mouth opens a moment later, and Jack shoves Taylor’s wet panties into your mouth, gagging you.

“There. Maybe that will shut you up for a while.” he growls.

You taste the tang of Taylor’s arousal on your tongue as he stuffed Taylor’s panties into your open waiting mouth. To say the action doesn’t make your pussy drip would be a total lie.

Jack turns his attention back to Taylor, drinking in the way she’s spread out for him. In the soft glow of his bedroom, he can see just how wet she is for him. Her folds glisten with her arousal, and Jack wants nothing more than to sink his cock into her. But first he has to start your punishment.

“Don’t touch her.” Jack warns Taylor, nodding his head towards you. Taylor nods at his words.

Jack crouches over Taylor, and brings her mouth to his, in a hot searing kiss. Jack adores how soft her plump lips are against his, but he prefers you and your kisses… if only you hadn’t been such a brat. Jack’s kisses trail down Taylor’s body, kissing every expanse of skin he can find. He draws a nipple into his mouth again and gently nips at her flesh when he pulls away, making Taylor gasp out as pain flares beneath her skin. Jack smirks against her skin as he soothes the sting of his teeth with his wet tongue before he repeats the motion on her other breast.

His mouth travels down her sternum before stopping just above her aching pussy. His shoulders spread her legs wider as he settles at the edge of the bed, crouching down to hover above where she wants - needs him most.

“You want this, right baby?” Jack asks Taylor, wanting another confirmation that she has fully agreed to this night with the two of you.

“Yes Daddy. Please fuck me with your tongue. Please - I wanna cum for you.” she pleads with him, her dark brown eyes locking with his.

Jack’s mouth hovers over Taylor, as he breathes in her scent. With one hand splayed over her stomach, he uses his thumb to brush over her clit. Taylor gasps as her body jerks slightly, before calming down again as Jack continues to rub circles over her bundle of nerves.

You shift on your knees when you begin to feel your toes falling asleep, and Jack cuts his eyes to you in warning: don’t fucking move. Your body stills instantly as you lock eyes with him. Your chest heaves as you watch him move closer to Taylor’s spread thighs.

His tongue spears into Taylor’s pussy. He smells her. He tastes her. He devours her. His hips arch forwards and he bumps his hard clothed erection against the end of the bed where he’s knelt on the floor.

“Oh fuck babygirl.” he snarls into her, humming, not breaking away from licking into her for even a second. His nose bumps against her clit, making Taylor pant and moan and gasp his name like a prayer. His hands clawed into her thighs, his hot tongue curling and lapping up her arousal, shrewd wet sounds of his sucking tongue and mouth fill the air around you all. It’s filthy.

Taylor’s legs tremble beneath Jack’s hands, but he keeps them anchored down. His nails dig into her thighs, tugging her closer into his face. She can feel his tongue exploring every inch of her, dipping and prodding.

You smirk as you watch them together, watching as Taylor’s face pinches up in pleasure and her fingers dig and grasp at your bedspread, trying to ground herself on something. You knew how skilled Jack Daniel’s tongue was.

Taylor’s moans fill the silence that settled over the bedroom as Jack sucks and licks into her, working her open with his tongue. Taylor can feel the damp path of cloth beneath her ass, and it only turns her on more, knowing just how aroused she is right now. She raises her head off the mattress and looks down at Jack, seeing his dark eyes gleaming up at her, watching as she writhes beneath him. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before they fly open again when Jack laps at her clit again. She can feel that pulsing energy knotting in her abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter, rushing her towards her impending orgasm.

“Oh Daddy…” she warns breathily. Her thighs threaten to clamp down around his head, as her hands fist the sheets below her. Jack’s tongue spears into her again as his thumb rubs tight, harsh circles against her clit, driving her towards her orgasm.

“Can - Can I cum Daddy?” Taylor gasps out. Jack hums into her, not giving her an answer.

“Please Daddy! Lemme cum for you. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please.” she begs again. Jack hums against her again, the vibrations stimulating her nerves more. She feels her thighs tremble more, and before she knows it, her body arches and convulses, shuddering as her climax blindingly powers through her.

She cums violently fast and loud. Jack’s tongue never leaves her as he drinks down every drop of cum her body gives him. Her orgasm had successfully coated his mouth and chin in her arousal, he loved how her pussy drooled for him. Taylor collapses back against the cool sheets and pants heavily, trying to catch her breath and revel in the feeling of her first orgasm of the night.

Jack licked his lips and wiped off the remainder of Taylors arousal with the back of his hand. He sighed contentedly as if he had just eaten a five star meal.

“Now Honey Bee,” he said, turning his attention back to you for the first time since he started going down on Taylor. He pulled the soaked panties from your mouth, tossing them to the side for now. “Can you prove to me you can behave? Prove to Daddy you can be a good girl?”

You nodded desperately, fingers itching to relieve the burning need inside you, but not willing to risk another punishment. You did want to be a good girl for him, to make his birthday memorable, to please him.

“Good,” he purred, a wicked grin on his face as he stood up and rounded the bed to the headboard. He started unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his undershirt, leaving his torso bare to you both.

He settled down on the bed, back leaning up against the pillows and headboard, and beckoned the two of you over with the crook of a finger, chuckling as the two of you scrambled over to him.

“There’s my good girls,” he praised, unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips just enough to free his aching cock.

You pouted up at him, noting he wasn’t wearing underwear again. He caught your pout and chuckled again, giving you a cocky wink, ignoring your displeasure and teasing you further about your continuing disdain over the underwear ‘argument’ you kept having..

“Come on now Honey Bee, prove to me you can be good. Show Taylor here just how Daddy likes his cock sucked.”

Wanting to be obedient and finally earn Jack's touch, whether it be by his hands, cock or tongue, you batted your eyelashes up at him, maintaining that eye contact he loved as you lent forward and began scattering soft, feather light kisses up and down his length.

Your eyes stayed on Jack but you held out one hand to Taylor, who took it and allowed you to drag her closer, placing her dainty hand on Jack's balls.

He groaned above you, head falling back into the pillows and you hummed proudly, loving how you could reduce him to a mess just as often as he made you.

Taylor took initiative and bent forward, taking Jacks balls into her mouth at the same time you had taken his tip into your mouth, sucking and playing with your tongue.

A flurry of curses left his mouth as he tried to suck more air in, overwhelmed by the double, startling sensation.

“Jeesus fuck! Givin me a heart attack!” he gasped, snapping his head forward to watch the two of you intently. The visuals only added to his pleasure, two pretty girls servicing his cock, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, he wanted to cum just at that.

You wrapped your hand around his base and began pumping him as you took him further and further into your mouth. Since your first time together, when you had struggled to take his cock any further than halfway down the two of you had spent a lot of time practicing.

Now, now you were able to take him all the way, having spent many hours with him learning how to suppress your gag reflex enough and widen your jaw, it was still a struggle, but the moan he gave you when your lips reached his base made it all worth it.

“That's it, there we are, you’re my good girls,” he rasped, praising the two of you as his hands grabbed the back of your heads, holding you in place as he savored the duel experience of his cock in your throat, and balls in her mouth.

His hands trembled as he took deep breaths to ground himself, to not give into the pleasure so early into your attention. Since the moment he had opened the door to his bedroom Jack had been more aroused than he could ever recall being in his entire life, not even when he was a teenager and first discovered porn could compare.

“Honey Bee,” he moaned as the hand he had on you slowly snaked down to grip your throat. Something he loved to do every time you managed to deepthroat him was to grip you lightly, so he could feel the bulge of his cock move up and down your throat as you took him.

You began moving for him, concentrating on breathing through your nose as he lightly choked you with both his cock and his hand, squeezing lightly every time he felt the bulge in your throat pass by his palm.

He spread his legs wider for the two of you, giving Taylor more access to his balls as you sped up your pace.

“Look at you Darlin,” he cooed softly at you, admiring how your mouth stretched around him, saliva leaking from your lips, coating him.

“Your tiny little mouth can barely take me, but it feels so, so, good.”

You mewled around his length, soaking up his praise, the vibrations it caused traveled down his length, his balls tensed up and he hissed in pleasure.

“Knew you could be a good girl for me...You’ll do anything for my cock wont cha? My perfect little cock slut.”

He always knew what to say to turn you on more, your pussy throbbed again, you wanted more than anything to make him proud, to earn the reward he always gave you after each punishment, his cock. Having it in your mouth was just further torment, reminding you just how big he was, just how well he would stretch you out.

“I’m in heaven,” he sighed, stroking Taylors tight curls affectionately as she swirled her tongue around him, causing him to buck up into your mouth and making you gag.

He growled as you tried to back up. “You can take it, you were made for my cock,” he encouraged, tightening his fingers around your neck to stop you from backing away.

You calmed yourself down, trying not to struggle in his grasp, focusing on your breathing so you could take him deeper once more.

“That's it, what good babies.”

Both you and Taylor moaned at his words of praise, his thighs shook in an effort not to keep bucking up into your mouth, his entire cock throbbed and pulsed and the moans that poured from his mouth were downright sinful. He was so lost to the feeling his head fell back again, unable to watch the two of you without blowing his load.

You were so distracted and aroused you didn’t even register the feeling of your own hand trailing down your stomach and between your legs. Only when you let out a high pitched keen at the relief your burning core got did you realize what you had done, as your fingers pushed up against the covered folds of your pussy. Your eyes shot back up to Jack, who was now staring intently back at you.

“You better not be touching yourself Honey Bee,” he rumbled.

You snatched your hand away and let him fall from your mouth with a pop.

“I’m not!” you lied, throat raspy from taking his dick, and from the hand still choking you.

His balls left Taylor’s mouth with a wet slurp as she sat up to watch the interaction.

He groans at the loss on his cock, but is far too focused on you to complain. He drops your throat and grabs your wrists, pulling you up to him.

He pulls your left hand up to his mouth, maintaining fierce eye contact with you as he pulls the fingers into his mouth, tasting them. His tongue plays with your fingers, it was warm and you couldn't help but imagine him using it to pleasure you.

Satisfied he doesn’t taste your arousal on you he drops the hand and he repeats the action with your right one, he closes his eyes in pleasure at the taste, groaning as your slick coats his tongue as it teased your index and middle fingers.

Then when realization hits him his eyes snap back open burning into yours as he growls, as much as he adores your taste, he was disappointed at you for breaking another rule.

Your fingers fall from his mouth and he firmly pushes you away.

“Breaking a rule? And not only that? Lying to me about it?” He sounded angry, you should be scared, but the rough timbre of his voice and heated tone only sent more arousal flooding out of you. As enraged as he sounded, you knew it would just mean more pleasure for you later on when he deemed you had learnt your lesson.

“I’m sorry Daddy!” You pleaded, trying to crawl back to him.

“No Honey Bee, I don't think you are!” He growled, pushing you away again, his arm looped around Taylor, bringing her flush against his torso, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Showering her with the affection he would normally reserve for you.

“You just have to keep acting like a brat tonight! Just can’t stop showing off in front of your friend, wanting to act like a cool, big girl is that it?” His hand fisted her curls to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Ignoring you and your distress as his tongue mixed with hers. She moaned and you whimpered, missing your Daddy's kisses, he was trying to make you jealous and he was doing a damn good job of it.

“Think you’re wearing the wrong costume,” he panted to her when they broke apart. “Think my little brat over there needs to be wearing this little Devil get up, and you need to be in that Angel one,” he murmured into the skin of her neck, showering kisses upon her skin, just the way you liked.

He continued to ignore you, distracting himself by making out with Taylor. He pulled her into his lap properly and began grinding his hips up into hers, one hand gripped her ass and the other kneaded her breast gently.

She mewled and whimpered into the kiss, rocking her hips back onto his, his cock rubbing up against her soaked folds, with one little change in angle he would be sheathed inside her. You were mesmerised, enraptured by the image of this tip of his cock leaking, so close to pushing inside her and stretching her out.

How you had never envied another person more in your entire life.

You yowled like a cat in heat, trying not to rock your hips into the bedsheets to chase that far off relief, you knew you weren’t getting any anytime soon, but you were trying so hard not to anger him further and delay your pleasure even more.

Your pathetic little whine caught his attention, dragging his gaze back to you, eyebrows raised in surprise as if he had forgotten you were even there.

“Honey Bee,” he drawled, rolling Taylor’s nipple in his skilled fingers as he kept eye contact with you. “You’re going to sit there and watch as Taylor finishes what you started. No, don't give me that look.” He continued to glare at you as he helped Taylor widen her legs, better to take him with. He cooed at her affectionately and praised her, telling her what a good girl she was for him as he notched himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside of her.

You glare at Taylor and Jack as you sit on the end of the bed, watching as Jack tosses his head back against the headboard as Taylor takes all of him inside her dripping pussy. Your pussy throbs between your legs, just beggin’ to be touched. You watch Jack intensely as his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes clamped firmly shut as he enjoys the warmth of Taylor’s body. Shifting slightly on the bed, your hand moves beneath your panties and your fingers brush against your clit. You will be in so much trouble if Jack catches you touching yourself right now, but the ache between your legs and the relief your fingers give you is enough to spur you on, to keep you going. Whatever punishment Jack will give you will be worth it in the end.

You remain quiet, which feels like an impossible task, as your fingers rub circles over your clit, and lightly dip inside your folds as you gather your slick. Your breath stutters in your chest as you rub your clit faster and harder, trying to match Taylor’s pacing as she rocks her body against Jack’s. Wet slick sounds fill the air and combine with their moans as Taylor rides Jack, their bodies making the bed rock roughly.

Sinking your fingers into your aching pussy, stretching you just slightly, you sigh happily. Your fingers could never compare to Jack’s - two of your fingers equaled one of his, and no matter how many times you tried to replicate the feeling of him inside you, it was never the same - but having something to ease the ache between your legs is a relief.

Your legs tremble slightly as you increase your pacing, rubbing furiously against your swollen aching clit as you pump two fingers inside yourself. You can feel a tight bundle knotting and twisting in your stomach, clamping down tighter and tighter as you race towards your own orgasm.

Glancing at Taylor, you watch as she stares at you with a hungry gaze as Jack fucks up into her. Taylor’s body falls roughly against Jack’s thighs as she tries to drive his cock deeper inside her, desperately working towards her release.

“Can you cum for me baby?” Jack asks, his lips trailing over her jawline.

Taylor whines, unable to answer him.

“Come on baby, answer me.”

“I - I can. Can I cum for you Daddy? Please? Lemme soak your cock.” she begs.

Jack’s arms wrap around her as he growls, and he uses his strength to hold her down as he cums inside her. Taylor’s moans and Jack’s growls fill the air as they both revel in their highs - Jack filling Taylor with his cum completely as Taylor clamps down tightly around him, her cum gushing out of her and running down his cock before dribbling over his balls.

Your orgasm washes over you before you know it, and a high pitched but soft whine leaves your swollen lips as you cum around your own fingers, your cum soaking into your panties. Your eyes connect with Jack’s as you come down from your high, and you can’t even enjoy the feeling of getting to cum before you realize your mistake - you’d been too loud.

“Honey,” Jack sighs in a disappointed but satisfied voice, “can’t you wait your fucking turn?” He sighs again as he stares at you and the mess you’ve made of your panties.

“If you wanna cum so badly, then you’re gonna have to work for it.” Jack growls.

Jack’s hand travels over Taylor’s arm before sliding down her back, where he cups her ass, and kneads the flesh beneath his fingers. He shakes his head disapprovingly as you pull your hand from between your legs, and stare at him with scared and innocent eyes. “Taylor and I are gonna have to punish you now babygirl. You didn’t follow the rules of your punishment.”

Jack swats Taylor’s ass, nodding with his head for her to get off the bed, and he follows suit. When the two of them are standing, he wraps his arms around her, and hungrily kisses her, moaning against her mouth. Jack could see how a man could get addicted to her - she was sinful like the devil himself.

“Taylor, baby, go into the closet and on the top shelf is something I need you to grab for me. Can you do that for me?” he asks her when he pulls away and draws in fresh air.

“Of course I can do that for you Daddy,” she quickly agrees, looking over her shoulder at the door leading to his walk in closet.

When she walks away, Jack turns to you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, Princess…”

He moves to the end of the bed, and roughly grabs your hips. His hands move across your skin, ripping and tugging at the lingerie clinging to your body, tearing off yet another brand new set . When you are semi-bare before him, Jack wastes no time in groping your breasts before dipping his head down to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Your back arches as you shakily inhale, trying to get more of his warm mouth on your skin. His mouth leaves your breast as one of his hands grabs your wrist and brings it towards his mouth. His tongue laps over the fingers you came on, and drinks down the taste of your arousal.

Taylor reappears by Jack’s side with a long box in her hand. Jack’s mouth and hands leave your body just as quickly as they appeared. You whine at the loss of his touch, but shut your mouth when Jack sends you a warning glare.

“Here Daddy.” she purrs.

“Thank you baby.” Jack says as he takes the box from Taylor and presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Now this was for your birthday…” he said, regarding you again. “Yeah I remember that kinky little fantasy of yours...but I think this is going to be put to better use tonight." Jack explains as he opens up the box, and reveals what’s inside.

It’s almost comical the way your eyes widen and your mouth drops open when you realize what Jack holds in his hand. Taylor smiles coyly at your reaction, buzzing with excitement as she takes the packaging from him. She pulls out the harness and slides it over her legs as she steps into it adjusting the buckle so it sits snugly against her hips.

“Now babygirl, this here is the Royal Mustang, and from the way you’re lookin’ at it… I think you want it.” Jack teases you. Taylor’s hand wraps around the dildo, and takes it from Jack’s grasp. Her eyes lock onto yours as your eyes follow the strap on, and she licks a long, broad stripe up the fake cock before sucking on the tip just slightly, covering the silicon in her saliva.

“Oh my god.” you breathe out.

“God can’t help you honey.” Jack tells you.

“How do you want us Daddy?” Taylor asks Jack. He looks away from you and wets his lips when he sees the strap connected to the harness she wears.

“Damn you look good.” Jack breaths out. “Taylor, baby, you’re gonna fuck our little angel until she cums on that toy. And then I’m gonna fuck her before she has anytime to recover.”

Taylor leans in and presses her lips against Jack’s before pulling away with a satisfied smile. “I like the way you think Daddy. Can I fuck her however I want?”

Your eyes dart back and forth as you watch them discuss what they’re going to do to you, like you’re not even here. A wave of arousal runs down your spine and pools between your legs at the thought of both of them fucking you silly. You’re a little nervous that your body might not be able to handle both of them with no recovery time, but you’re also excited and eager to get started. If this was your punishment for being a brat - especially when a friend joined you - then you were going to have to disobey the rules more often.

“Turn around Honeybee.” Taylor orders you, a more dominant side of her coming out to play. Your pussy clenches at her tone, and at her words, and you blink stupidly at her for a moment.

“Turn. Around.” she orders you again. You flip your body over, resting your weight evenly across your knees and elbows. You feel her settle behind you, the tip of the strap on rubbing through your slick folds, roughly bumping against your clit with each teasing rock of her hips. Your head drops down against the sheets as Taylor presses the head of the toy against your entrance, and slowly - oh so fucking slowly - breaks you open.

You can’t stop the wanton cry that leaves you lips, and is muffled by the sheets below you. Taylor’s hands grip your hips, and run over the curve of your ass, before roughly pulling you flush against her hips, driving the toy deeper inside you. The Royal Mustang stretches you in ways Jack doesn’t, and it makes you pant heavily beneath Taylor. Her hands roam across your skin, and she moans when her hands snake to the front of your body where her fingers brush against your hot and swollen clit.

“That’s it Taylor, get her nice and ready for me.” Jack purrs somewhere behind you. You can’t quite tell where he is in the room, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care either.

You can feel yourself clenching down tightly around the toy as Taylor continues to rock her hips to your ass, refusing to draw the toy out of your pussy more than a few inches. Her fingers rub against your clit in tight circles, and you’re surprised at just how quickly your body reacts to the things she does to you, in the few short minutes she’s been inside you.

You were getting close, the need for release building inside you more and more, until you were rocking your ass back against Taylor’s thighs, trying to chase and reach your release sooner rather than later. Taylor’s fingers press a little harder against your clit, and suddenly your orgasm blindsides you.

You cry out, the sound you made echoes loudly around the room. Your legs shake as Taylor pulls away from you, but you have no time to catch your breath before Jack takes her place. He grips his cock, and runs it through your cum soaked folds, enjoying the way your warmth coates his length. He bumps against your clit one or twice before sinking inside of you.

Your head drops against the sheets again as he bottoms out and gives you a second to adjust to his incredible size. Jack groans behind you, and digs his hands into your hips, trying to drive himself just a little bit deeper inside of you.

“You’re so very wet baby. So full of your cum. I can feel it, thick and hot around me.” Jack remarks in a grunt. He pulls outwards and begins to drive into you at an almost brutal pace.

You whine aloud like you’re slowly being slaughtered when he hits your cervix, and you’re certain you can see stars behind your closed eyes. Jack’s eyes are focused on your pussy and how it swallows his cock with such ease thanks to the orgasm you wrongfully gave yourself and the one Taylor took from you. Along with his own release and Taylor’s cum, the way he’s able to slide in and out of you so easily nearly makes his brain short circuit. Jack closes his eyes and grits his teeth - if he looks any longer at the sight below him, he’ll cum too soon. Jack fucks into you for a moment, before slowing his pace until he stops, completely sheathed inside your wet, tight heat.

“Taylor, toss that toy in the sink in the bathroom, and then lay down in front of our little angel. She’s gonna make you cum again before she gets to.” Jack demands.

“Don’t you wanna cum Daddy?” Taylor asks from behind you. You can hear the clink of the harness being adjusted as Taylor shimmies out of it.

“Oh I’ll cum darlin,” he reassures her. You hear her feet pad across the floor towards the bathroom, and a second later Jack thrusts into you. “Right.” another thrust nearly makes you fall forwards on the bed, losing your balance. “Here.”

Your pussy clamps down on him tightly at his words, and what they imply. You will never get enough of him cumming inside you, filling you up with his cock and his cum, of him making you feel full and completely satisfied like no one has ever done before.

Taylor’s body settles in front of you, and Jack gives you time to work out how you want to eat her out. She settles against the pillows, and spreads her legs for you to settle between them. You waste no time, diving in to taste her cum and Jack’s too, savoring the way she openly cries out at your actions. Her hands grip the back of your head and tug roughly on you as you lick into her.

Jack begins thrusting into you, each forceful push forwards, sends your face and tongue a little deeper into Taylor’s pussy. You rest all of your upper body weight on one arm, and bring the other upwards, before sinking two fingers inside Taylor. She gasps and moans loudly as your fingers press against her walls, searching blindly for that sweet spot that will get her to cum.

As soon as you find it, she cries out, and you can feel her clamp down on your fingers as her cum gushes from her pussy and runs down your fingers and onto your hand.

Jack slaps your ass, once and then twice as he fucks into you, his hand landing firm against your flesh. The sharp slaps he gives you makes your flesh sting, a few tears escape you, your mascara running down your face just the way Jack liked.

Leaning down, Jack snakes a hand around your torso like Taylor had done earlier, and furiously rubs your clit.

“Be a good girl and cum for me. Cum all over this cock and show me how sorry you are.”

Your head swims as your body gets completely lost in your pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps through you, the feeling so powerful it feels like you’re no longer in control of your body. Jack’s thrusts slow down as he cums deep inside you, coating your walls with his seed. You can feel it in your chest, the unending spurts of his hot, thick cum filling you completely.

You collapse on the bed when Jack pulls out of you, and you’re certain the two of them had fucked you to within an inch of your life. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow when you wake up. Sore and very hungry.

Jack watched the two of you lay panting on the bed, clinging together as your bodies shook from the aftershocks of your orgasms. He wants nothing more than to join you on the bed, collapse and cling to the two of you, but he had a job to do.

He had never been quite so harsh with you, sure he had been pretty physical with you when you had been a brat before, times like that usually ended up with a spanking or some other physical punishment, but he could tell this time you were much more emotionally raw from the experience, having him ignore you in favor for your friend may have been all part of the fun, but he knew you well enough now to know you needed his reassurance and care after such an intense physical and emotional session.

He began by making sure you were both comfortable, gently pulling off the remaining fabric the two of you wore, Taylor’s fancy straps and stockings were removed and the tattered pieces you still had clinging to your form followed.

Carefully he lifted Taylor up, ignoring the slight twinge in his back, humming to her when she snuggled up in his embrace, and carried her back up the bed to lay her down properly.

He repeated the action with you, depositing you gently on the other side of the bed, kissing your cheek as you mewled in protest of being moved.

“Shhh Honey bee,” he soothed. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

He dashed to his ensuite to gather two warm wash clothes ready to clean you both up the way he did with you every time you played with him.

Taylor purred and thanked him with a kiss, considerably more alert than you were currently. He cleaned up your ruined mascara before moving to clean up the mess between your legs. Your over-sensitive body tried to wriggle from his efforts helplessly as he cleaned the cum covering your thighs and his seed that had begun leaking out of you . Gently he held you in place so he could make sure he cleaned you up enough to sleep comfortably.

“Awwww Honey Bee I know, I know , you’re so sensitive,” he soothed, brushing the hair that clung to your face from sweat out of the way with his free hand.

He kissed his way along your jaw as he cleaned you up to distract you. Once he was satisfied with that he threw the cloths into the sink, joining the toy before he sauntered back to bed. He pulled open the bedside drawer on your side, taking out the cream he keeps there just for times like this. He popped the cap and ever so gently soothed each of the slaps he had given you, he felt a pang of guilt at your pained whimper, but he knew just how much you enjoyed it, shaking off that brief feeling. The cream was shoved back into the drawer, ready to be used the next time you needed it.

It was too hot for sheets, Jack decided, the three of you were more than sufficient enough to warm each other up. Carefully he crawled into the middle of the bed, pulling your exhausted body to his side, resting your head on his chest as his arm held you protectively.

He held his other arm out to Taylor in invitation, allowing her to decide if she wanted in on the affection too, he was pleased when she rolled closer to his, mirroring your position on his other side. He gave her a quick, gentle kiss.

“Thank you very much for agreeing to this tonight Taylor, it was an absolute pleasure,” he purred into her ear. She giggled as his breath tickled her.

“You’re quite welcome, Daddy,” she hummed, snuggling into his warmth and closing her eyes. “I’ve been quite curious about the two of you for quite a while...I couldn’t quite believe her when she told me about her ‘perfect’ Daddy. But it's quite clear to me now...You’re everything she’s ever wanted.”

Jack's heart skipped a beat at her comment, he glanced over to your sleepy form, who was looking up at him with hooded, sparkling eyes.

You thought to keep them open, to bask in the afterglow the three of you were sharing for just a little longer.

“Baby girl, Honey Bee,” Jack hummed, kissing the top of your head. “You did so well, so well,” he buried his nose in your hairline, kissing you tenderly wherever he could reach. “This was the best birthday ever, thank you so much Darlin, no one’s ever gave me something quite so amazing.”

You teared up, still raw and overwhelmed by his praise.

“Really? You liked it?” Your voice cracked.

“Darlin, Honey Bee, I loved it!” he cheered softly, reassuring you. “And not just because I got to have sex with two beautiful ladies, you clearly put so much effort into surprising me and making tonight special.” He sighs in contentment, pulling you closer so your head settled in the crook of his neck, he rested his chin on the crown of your head . “You didn’t have to, but the fact that you did, just for Ole Jack, I know I say this every time Sugar but I really feel like the luckiest man in the world with you. “

You felt a few tears escape you and trailing down your cheek,onto his neck.

“I hope those are happy tears Darlin,” Jack cooked, stroking your arm tenderly.

“They are,” Taylor sang, joining Jack's affections and rubbing your back soothingly. “You make her happy. Happier than i’ve seen her in a long time.”

“Well, that goes ditto for me then,” Jack smiled, giving you another kiss to the top of your head.

“Rest up girls,” he yawned. “When we wake up, we’re ordering some real unhealthy food and snuggling on the couch with a movie till you both are feelin’ better.”

Taylor lifted her chin, about to protest, knowing her, she would insist on going home so you can Jack you have some alone time.

“Nope you’re joinin’ us too Gorgeous,” Jack cut off whatever thought she was going to say. “S’ only manners that I make sure you’re taken care of too.”

You smiled proudly, he was ever the gentleman.

“Fine, I wont complain about that” Taylor sighed,settling back down.

“Happy birthday Jack,” you purred before letting yourself drift off.

Tag list

Diamonds an Daddies:

@thats-one-tender-foot @luminescentlily @nuttybeardetective @ishqinbbc @ben-is-a-hoe @calamity-queen @phoenixhalliwell @talesfromtheguild @the-arctic-violet @jeeperky @mando-amando @Finnisrioting @officerbrowneyes @eli-the-thinker

All:

@artsymaddie

#agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #jack agent whiskey daniels x reader #my fic #colab fic #sugarDaddy!Whiskey #DIamonds&Daddies #agent whiskey #thots #smut

136 notes · View notes

ggukcangetit · 4 years

Text

If The Bra Fits - JJK Fic

Final part of The Unbearable Lightness of Being... Something More series

Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: ex-roommate au, f2l, fluff, smut, low-key crack

Rating: 18+

Summary: Jungkook knows you hate it when he pops into your apartment to borrow something, but in the 2 years that you’ve known each other, that hasn’t deterred him much. But one day when he manages to (accidentally) ruin your favorite bra while raiding through your emergency snack supply, he knows that he’s fucked. With only a brand name to help him on his search, Jungkook spends the next 48 hours buying all the bras that look even remotely like the one he ruined. The only problem is - how would he figure out which was the correct size without asking you?

Warnings: a lot of talk of breasts and the trials and tribulations of finding a good bra, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, kissing, grinding, nipple play

Word count: 3.8k

a/n: thanks a ton to @hesperantha for beta-ing this! i was super nervous about writing proper smut >.< anywho, hope y’all enjoy this!

Jungkook knew he was fucked. Worse than when Jimin had walked in on Yoongi doing the do with his girlfriend. Worse than when Taehyung had lost his pet frog in Seokjin’s spice drawer. Worse than-

“Fuck.”

He would probably have to leave the country. Maybe he could move to Canada? Or New Zealand? Anywhere that wasn’t here. Or he could change his name! That might work…

“H-hello?”

“What the hell, Jungkook? You were supposed to meet me for lunch 40 minutes ago! This is rude and, frankly, inexcusable behavior on your part.” Seokjin’s annoyed voice, talking at 300 words a minute, rang through the phone’s speaker. “And why the hell do you sound like that? Did you walk in on Yoongi and Soya this time? I swear, that guy needs to learn to lock his door. Or maybe just change his locks. I mean this is probably-”

“Seokjin!” Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose as his friend slowed his word flow. “I’ll be there in 10 and explain everything.”

Hanging up the phone, he surveyed the site of the massacre once more before stuffing the offending object into his backpack and rushing out. True to his word, he was at the hole-in-the-wall dumpling place in 10 minutes, attempting to explain to an irate Seokjin, the reason behind his tardiness.

“No! You did not do that!” Seokjin yelled, nearly choking on the hot soup dumpling that was hanging - half eaten - from his chopsticks.

Jungkook had, in fact, done that. That being the most cardinal offense his frazzled brain could think of at this point. That being sneaking into your apartment when you were at work, hoping to swipe some of your favorite shrimp puffs, placing his cup of steaming hot mocha on your study table, rummaging through your emergency snack supply but somehow inadvertently knocking over the coffee on the table, and cleaning it up with the nearest article available, which tragically, happened to be your mint green bra.

“She’s going to kill you. No” - Seokjin picked up a egg cream bun and popped the whole thing into his mouth - “she’s going to whip your ass and then hang you upside down from that metal pole on Hobi’s balcony.”

Jungkook stared at the way the cream bun smoothly travelled down Seokjin’s throat after a couple of chews, and shivered. “What do I do??”

“Why do you have to do anything? She won’t know it was you who spilled coffee on her table and then wiped it with her bra. Unless...”

Jungkook stared at his fingers guiltily.

“You took the bra with you, didn’t you?” Seokjin sighed, lightly smacking his friend on the back of the head for good measure. “Well, you could always blame it on Namjoon. That’s what I would do. Heck, that’s what I did when I accidentally broke Hobi’s favorite figurine.”

“I don’t know…”

“You have to commit to something, Jaykay.” Every time Seokjin used his nickname for Jungkook, it meant there was some kind of terrible scheme being cooked up. “Either be a complete little shit and blame it on Namjoon, or just go and own up to y/n. You can’t teeter on the edge like this.”

“I could always just sneak back in and leave her bra where I found it.” Jungkook felt better already. This was it. This was the middle ground he was aspiring towards - the sacred path between Seokjin and Hobi, the Yoongi of all decisions.

“You might not have to sneak in” - Seokjin held up his smartphone where the group chat was open to a bunch of notifications - “Tae said we’re meeting at y/n’s place for tacos and UNO.”

“Why is Tae so invested in our UNO games? He gets confused every time we play it.”

“Because” - Seokjin swiped his credit card at the counter and thanked the cashier with a quick wink - “like every good strategist, he plans to improve by observing everyone else’s style of play. He definitely knows how to play by now. He’s just giving us the confused puppy look so that we underestimate him and he can learn all our little tricks. Just you wait - a few more games and that sneaky shit will be handing our asses back to us.”

Jungkook, while mildly interested in Taehyung’s card game antics, was more concerned about returning your bra without arousing any suspicion. The perfect moment presented itself when Seokjin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung and Hobi were immersed in a game of UNO, while you and Soya were munching on tacos - because let’s face it, food trumps just about everything else. Coming up with a half-convincing bathroom excuse, he snuck off towards your room, hoping to finally rid himself of the mint green burden.

Seconds before he pushed your door open, a snippet of conversation floated towards him and made his heart stop beating.

“I can’t find it anywhere.” You were complaining to Soya about something, loud enough for him to hear. “I must’ve turned my room upside down looking for it.”

Soya didn’t seem too perturbed. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a bra. Yoongi regularly loses my underwear after we have sex in new locations.”

Jungkook chuckled because he could almost see the look of horror on your face at receiving this piece of information.

“Ignoring that TMI,” you continued. “That’s my favorite bra, Soya! You know how our sizes keep fluctuating - well, this was the first bra I bought after getting measured at a proper place. It literally changed my life. Do you know how fabulous it feels to have your boobs at normal chest level - neither squished up towards your collarbones nor jiggling like that everlasting jello Seokjin keeps buying? I’m tellin-”

Jungkook stopped listening at this point. If he didn’t, there was little chance that he’d be able to think of anything other than that. As it was, the mere sight of you these days, was enough to get blood flowing to certain parts of his body.

There was clearly only one thing to do.

“You want me to help you do WHAT?” Once again, it was Seokjin who barely managed to stop himself from choking on yet another scrumptious food item on yet another lunch date with Jungkook.

“I’m going to replace her bra.” The resolute expression on Jungkook’s face crumbled ever so slowly under the scrutiny of Seokjin’s pure, unadulterated skepticism. “It’ll be easy. I-I already know what it looks like, and all the information I need is on the itchy tag she always complains about.”

Seokjin’s thick brow remained masterfully arched.

“Are you going to help me or not?” Jungkook whined in frustration.

“What do I get in return?”

“Why would you want anything in return? Why can’t you just help me out this time??”

The masterfully arched eyebrow did it’s trick once again.

“Fine. You can borrow all my gaming equipment for a week.”

“A month.”

“No way!”

“Good luck shopping for y/n’s favorite bra.”

“Fine! A month! Now can we get a move on please?”

Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to find the particular store that you had bought your favorite bra from. It was a niche boutique on the third floor of the mall, full of politely judgmental staff members and pointedly supercilious patrons, all of whom were highly skeptical of Jungkook’s grey and black hoodie-sweatpants combo.

“Guess they didn’t really get on board with the whole athleisure concept,” Seokjin whispered, earning a hard elbowing from Jungkook.

The looks of skepticism were further enhanced when Jungkook produced the ruined bra, asking one of the assistants where he could find the same one. Jungkook hadn’t received such a disapproving look since his junior year of college when he had eaten 8 cups of instant ramen on a dare, done a celebratory jig, thrown up all over Yoongi and Hobi’s sofa, and promptly passed out.

“Er… I, uhm, need something!” The exclamation from Jungkook was received by a few expertly raised eyebrows. One assistant, in particular, narrowed their eyes at him and walked over.

“This is a lingerie store” - they scanned him up and down a couple of times - “sir. If you’re here to buy any lingerie, I’d be happy to assist you.”

Jungkook gulped at the expensive clothes and flawless complexion of the shop assistant. So far, things were not really going according to plan.

“Ow!” He felt a bony elbow dig into his ribs and glared at Seokjin, who was glancing between him and the assistant so rapidly, Jungkook was surprised he hadn’t gotten dizzy and passed out already.

“Right. Umm, I’m actually looking for this particular one” - he produced the once-pristine, but now covered in ugly brown splotches, bra from his backpack - “in this exact same size. Do you have it?”

If the shop assistant didn’t look particularly eager to be breathing the same air as him before, they now looked like they’d rather choke on month old guacamole than be near him.

“Our products are made for exclusivity. We do not carry the same sizes as the general marketplace. There are 4 basic sizes with 4 variations to each size. And this particular product” - they held the ruined bra delicately between two fingers and examined the tag - “is now only available in 3 particular size variations. You are free to choose whichever one you think is the closest fit.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes widened as he realized the itchy tag that you always complained about, truly had no other purpose but to inconvenience you. His panicked stare fell on Seokjin who had busied himself examining a very interesting leaf on the potted plant near the entrance.

It was up to him now, Jungkook realized. His fate was in his own hands. Walking over to the shelf carrying the mint green bras identical to the one he was holding, he inspected the 3 options carefully.

“I think I’ll take this one.” Was what he said out loud. Inwardly, however, he was screaming a very different tune.

“HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DECIDE?? I’VE NEVER BOUGHT A BRA BEFORE! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SIZE WOULD BE APPROPRIATE! IT’S NOT LIKE I SPEND ALL MY TIME SCRUTINIZING Y/N’S BREASTS!”

Thankfully, no one was privy to his internal screams except for himself.

“Thank you, sir. That will be $89.99.” Jungkook took out his debit card as the song playing over the system changed to No Tears Left To Cry.

Once out of the store, Seokjin let out a low whistle. “Wow… that was, undoubtedly, one of the most awkward situations I’ve ever been in. And I wasn’t even really in it.”

“At least the toughest part is over.” Jungkook felt like he had been running a 50 mile marathon while simultaneously figuring out the square roots of 5 digit numbers. In short, he was exhausted.

“Depends on what you think of that…” Seokjin pointed at a familiar figure, slowly walking towards them - someone Jungkook hadn’t expected to bump into in any of his worst case scenarios. You.

Confronted with an exceedingly dire situation with a bleak set of options, Jungkook vaulted into the nearest store, his entire being on high alert as it entered survival mode. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been paying attention to where he rushed into because-

“Congratulations! You’re our 100th customer this week! You get a complimentary hair spa and perm!” Five extremely eager faces stared back at him as he realized he had walked into some sort of hair salon.

Whoever was writing the script for this day was definitely high on something because Jungkook walked out of the salon 3 hours later, slightly traumatized, with a head full of small curls, clutching onto the cursed purchase with every fibre of his being.

Seokjin had left hours ago, dropping a text to Jungkook which read something along the lines of catch ya later sucker - but that was the least of his problems right now.

It was nearly midnight when he finally entered his apartment after managing to sneak in the new bra into your apartment. Thankfully, you lived two floors above him, so the trek back to his place wasn’t too long. The stress from the past couple of days was finally catching up to him and Jungkook would give anything for a nice long massage and a bowl of steaming hot ramen.

Unfortunately, all that he had at home was a few leftover containers Taehyung had left behind on his last visit a couple of days ago. There was also bread, eggs, and milk, but he didn’t feel up to making anything at this point. So dinner ended up being heated, two-day old dumplings.

Just as he was about to head to sleep, a loud pounding started on his front door. It was well past midnight at this point and Jungkook wondered if he should be carrying some sort of weapon with him while answering the door.

There really wasn’t any need for worry because on the other side of the door stood a very angry, very disgruntled, very flimsily dressed-

“Y/n?! What’re you doing here?”

“You!” Jungkook stepped back as you poked him in the chest. “What the heck is your problem?” Many more pokes followed, which Jungkook barely registered but which left your index finger increasingly bruised.

“I- uh, I guess you found the parcel I left for you.” He scratched the back of his head, looking everywhere but at you.

“I CANNOT believe you!” You were fuming and Jungkook was contemplating calling someone for backup. Maybe Namjoon? Or Yoongi? Mayb- “First, you ruin my favorite bra! What were you doing in my apartment anyway? Trying to steal more stuff from my emergency snack supply?! Why can’t you just buy your own s-”

You definitely had a point about the snack stealing. But Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from going over and taking something that would undoubtedly attract your attention, because the last time that had happened, you both had ended up making out aggressively against the wall.

“-and not just that!” You were clearly not done with being mad at him. “You go ahead and try to replace my favorite bra? With this???” You held up Jungkook’s purchase from earlier during the day.

“What’s wrong with this? It’s the same one, isn’t it? I went to the shop to make sure it was the same.” He didn’t really understand why this particular fact was making you so upset.

“You think this is the same?” You were standing very close to him and Jungkook gulped as he caught a whiff of your lavender body lotion.

“Yes?”

“You think my boobs are this small?? After the way you basically kneaded them with your hands last time??”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his face growing hotter with every word you were speaking.

“Why the fuck do you look like that?” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“L-like what?” His voice came out sort of strangled as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Like you’ve been caught eating the last cookie.”

Jungkook didn’t know how to respond to this. He was very aware of the fact that you were wearing a flimsy grey t-shirt and very old, very small, sleeping shorts. He gulped and wondered if this was some kind of dream that he’d suddenly wake up from.

“I’ve been waiting for you to make a move since you stuck your tongue down my throat last time. But nope! Nothing.” Now he knew that there was something wrong. This didn’t seem like the rational next line in a dialogue between real people who had just been in a, slightly one-sided, fight. “So, are you gonna kiss me or not?”

“W-what?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper at this point and you scoffed loudly before fisting your hands in his t-shirt and crashing your lips to his.

It took him a few seconds to get his bearings, but Jungkook was soon responding with impressive enthusiasm. His lips glided over yours with a desperation borne out of nearly two years of attraction and chemistry. He groaned in pleasure as your hands travelled into his hair, your fingers running through his freshly done curls. His hands travelled down your back before cupping your butt-cheeks and squeezing them until you moaned into his mouth. The feel of your body against his was enough to make him slowly lose his mind - but your tongue swiping into his mouth brought out a strangled noise from deep inside him. This was so much better than the first time you had both made out - there was more experience and knowledge of each other, and you seemed much more determined than the last time.

“Tell me what you want,” Jungkook’s voice came out huskier than you had ever heard, sending a surge of electricity to your core. “Tell me what makes you feel good, y/n.”

His voice was sultry and his body rock-hard at the perfect places - his breath falling in harsh pants as he recovered from the intensity of the kisses. But his eyes held the soft sincerity you had grown to lov-

“Against the wall,” you breathed, your face flushing as you verbalised your request. “And then on your bed.” You took one of his hands and placed it on your breast, firm with arousal, and guided his other hand to the waistband of your shorts.

A beautiful pink blush dusted his cheeks as he captured your lips once again. He had you against the wall in seconds, his lips leaving a trail of devastation from your lips to your throat to your breasts. You moaned loudly as you felt his fingers rub against your clothed core while his tongue flicked over your nipples at a deliciously slow pace.

“Gguk…” God he loved to hear that name coming from your lips. He loved it even more now that it was in the midst of him pleasuring you to the best of his ability.

“Bed. I can’t… stand...” You managed to say. He obliged, placing his hands below your knees and scooping you up with ease, all while his lips kept pressing soft kisses to yours.

Once on the bed, you removed your t-shirt and shorts, instructing him to do the same. Jungkook stared at your bare body for a moment, his eyes glazed with lust before he stripped himself of his clothes and continued kissing every part of your body he could find.

Your insides were coiling, the heat growing at your core as you watched Jungkook’s magnificent, completely naked, body move over yours. Your hands itched to run over his abs but your eyes were fixed on his throbbing dick, your core growing wetter by the moment.

“Can I?” Jungkook’s hoarse voice broke you out of your dilemma, his face hovering over your thighs. “Only if you want it, y/n.” You were pretty sure his soft, caring words would be enough for your undoing, but you nodded your head anyway.

The first swipe of his tongue against your core had you arching yourself off the mattress, your legs kicking up involuntarily. This was definitely where his gym prowess came in handy, as he held your thighs down with enough force for the feeling to be unbelievably pleasurable. Your hands found themselves in his curls once more, as his mouth alternated between dropping feather light kisses on your core and swiping along the wetness with a swipe of his tongue.

“I-I’m not…” You didn’t have to complete the sentence as stars exploded in your vision, the high hitting you with more force than you had ever experienced.

Something inside you tightened as you watched Jungkook emerge from between your thighs, his curls sweaty, and his mouth slick with your arousal. He smiled at you, dropping a light kiss on your lips, even as his dick stood red hot and angry with arousal.

“Can I help?” You asked, although your voice was hardly above a whisper, the tiredness seeping in, as you came down from the orgasm.

“Next time?” His voice was soft as he gave himself a few strong pumps before spilling onto his stomach.

He grinned at you sheepishly. “I’m also kind of exhausted today.” Getting up quickly, he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself off, before coming back with a wet towel for you as well.

You smiled shyly as you took the towel from him, wiping between your thighs quickly.

Jungkook was beside you in a few moments, cuddling you from behind as sleep slowly overtook you both.

“Jungkook!”

You cracked your eyes open slowly, wondering why someone was yelling at the crack of dawn. You were still pretty much wrapped up in Jungkook, both your legs entangled as your head rested on his chest while he snored softly.

“JUNGKOOK!”

A second, much louder, yell, woke Jungkook up as well. His eyes widening in alarm as he realised what was going on.

“It’s Tae! What’s he doing here?!” He whispered, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Umm what?” You were panicking now. As much as you had been wanting things with Jungkook to pick up, you did not want Taehyung to find you both wonderfully naked after a night of wonderfulness. “He cannot see us like this! Not yet! I refuse to let this be how everyone finds out about us!”

“Jungkook, I’m coming in!”

Jungkook quickly pushed you below the covers, fluffing it up sufficiently to hide the fact that you were under it. He barely managed to close his eyes before Taehyung walked in, much too sprightly for this early in the morning.

“Aww!” His deep voice sounded through the room. “Jungkookie, are you still sleeping?”

Much to his horror, Taehyung made his way over to the bed, his long fingers smooshing Jungkook’s cheeks together as the poor boy tried to feign sleep.

“Did you sleep late last night?”

“Mph.”

“Jungkookie’s still sleepy? Aww!” The cheek smooshing continued, and Jungkook wondered how much longer you could stay hidden without Taehyung’s perceptiveness deducing that you were there.

“Hmmmm.” Jungkook managed to grunt out, tossing over to trap you underneath him.

“Okay, go back to sleep.” With one last cheek smoosh, Taehyung got up and left the room.

“Thank god!” Jungkook whispered in relief, pulling the covers off your face.

“I’m so glad he didn’t figure out I was here,” you sighed in relief.

Jungkook grinned at you, his bunny teeth poking out adorably as he pulled you closer to him. You giggled, reaching up to place small kisses on each of his moles - there were 5 according to your last examination.

“The curls are cute,” you said between kisses, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed contentedly, resting his forehead on yours. If it were up to him, he’d stay here forever.

“Oh and y/n-” You both stiffened as you heard Taehyung’s voice from the living room. Apparently, he hadn’t left yet. “-thanks a lot! Seokjin now owes me 50 bucks!”

please reblog this post if you enjoyed reading the story! thank you 😊

#bts fic #bts bookclub #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts smut #namjoon #yoongi #jimin #taehyung #seokjin #hoseok #c me write bangtan #magicshopnet

497 notes · View notes

lordkambe · 4 years

Text

♠ character, fandom, type of reader: mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.

♠ genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

♠ themes, triggers: sugar daddy mori ?, overstimulation, semi public sex, oral ( m receiving ), light degradation, light humiliation, face slapping, 🐱 slapping

♠ author’s note: this was in the drafts... for a while. but i finally got it out and 💢⭕💢⭕💢 so um ... n e way ... enjoy~

Spoiled. That’s what you were. This afternoon trip with Mori was proof of it. He was in his casual attire but you begged him to leave the lab coat at home. Instead he wore the sport coat you had bought for him for his birthday a year prior. You sat in the passenger seat of the car Mori’s hand reached over to hold your hand as the other kept the steering wheel steady. The backseat was littered with numerous bags from high end designers and boutiques. Each bag was filled with goodies you had asked Mori to gift you with. Mori could never say no to your wishes especially when you batted your lashes and pouted your lips.

Although Mori had taken the afternoon off from work to spend time with you, you had assumed that your day of shopping was complete. It wasn’t until he pulled up to a boutique that you thought different. You had never seen this storefront before. It was an all black building with a golden calligraphy sign. The windows were tinted black and you were unable to see what was inside. Turning your head to Mori you asked, “honey what is this place?”

“You’ll see.” He responded while exiting the car. As always Mori came to the passenger door and opened it for you. He took your hand and assisted you out the door. He held your hand as he escorted you to the cryptic building. You were nervous but you had your suspicions about the building. When Mori opened the door for you your suspicions were proven to be true. It was a lingerie boutique that had also carried a wide variety of sex toys. Expecting gag gifts you’d find at a bachelorette party -- you were greeted with something are more different. The high-end boutique carried intricate bondage sets, expensive vibrators, and beautiful sets of lingerie.

As you were busy browsing what unique gifts the boutique offered Mori had his hands busy with picking out sets for you to try on. He asked for an attendant, “your luxury room” was all Mori said to them. The two of you then followed the attendant to the back of the boutique where the fitting rooms lined up. As you did you past a shelf stacked with dildos. Mori looked at you and quipped, “maybe I should get you one for when you miss me.”

“Mori!” You pinched his arm embarrassed at his lewd remark. The attendant opened the door for you two and you followed Mori inside. The room was fairly large and you assumed that’s what luxury meant. The dimly lit room had multiple mirrors, grand curtains, and a large tufted circle couch sat in middle of the room. Mori had placed the lingerie sets on the couch before sitting down himself. He looked up at you and asked you to come near. You stood between Mori’s legs and your hands came up to pick at the strands of his hair. His hands were on your hips.

“You want me to try them on for you?” You asked Mori with a bit of a smile lingering on your lips. He had spoiled you the entire day. Whatever you asked for he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He brought you here with the intention for you to treat him and you couldn’t possibly bring yourself refute his wish. Mori nodded his head in response.

“If you could be so kind, Y/N. I would love to see you try on what I picked out for you.” Mori handed you one out of the numerous sets he had picked out. The first set he had given you was a slate blue teddy piece. The lace lingerie had a crisscross back and you warned Mori it might take you a second to put on the piece properly. Mori pulled out his phone from the pocket of his coat, it was a work text, “Take your time.” He said.

You escaped behind one of the curtains and placed the set on a hook on the wall. You undressed and tried on the teddy set. Never a fan of a teddy set you didn’t protest but you would much rather try on the two-piece sets that Mori had also grabbed. The set slipped onto your figure with ease --- except for the crisscross back that had always given you trouble. Pulling your hair through the straps you wiggled your arms and felt accomplished. Loud enough for Mori to hear you spoke, “Mori, honey. I’m ready.”

"Mhmn.” He said. You walked out with confidence but noticed that Mori was still occupied with his phone. “You look great.” Mori said. But he always said that. He raised his index finger at you, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I have to take this.” You scoffed loudly and made your distaste with Mori obvious. He gave you a remorseful look but you were far too annoyed to give into it. You walked over to Mori’s side and took another set to try on.

Instead of a teddy suit it was a two piece; a triangle bra with a thong. Instead of lace it was mesh with a floral applique. Upon trying it on the set left little to the imagination. The cool breeze from the boutique’s ac had caused your nipples to harden. The buds peaked through the mesh and you knew the sight would drive Mori insane. That is... if he would pay attention to you. In your baby pink set you walked out from the curtain. Instead of showing Mori your set, you stood in front of a mirror and observed it yourself. The color looked beautiful on your skin and the floral applique gave you such a feminine aura. You took your hands and ran them up your sides before giving yourself a hug. You leaned forward towards the mirror and pushed your breasts up with a bit of a giggle. You felt beautiful, you loved the set.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” You heard Mori say. You had deliberately chosen a mirror where you could see Mori sitting behind you. When you first walked out he was far too concerned with his phone call to pay any attention to you. But then he noticed how you looked at yourself in the mirror. How your hands touched yourself, how you smiled --- not only did you feel beautiful. You looked beautiful.

Mori stood up from his seat and approached behind you. He put his chin his chin on your shoulder and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

"Have I gotten your attention?"

Mori kissed your cheek, "I'm sorry my love." He ended his sentence with another kiss. "Work is work, if this is the one shall we head on home?" Mori walked back to the tufted couch and took a seat. The apparent outline of his hard-on was difficult to ignore. You walked towards Mori and knelt in front of him.

"...Bad girl." He said with a huff of his breath.

"How can you walk out of here with this?"

You playfully asked while placing your palm on his clothed cock. You unbuckled his pants and Mori lifted his hips to slip of his clothing. You greeted the tip of his cock with a kiss and your hand held his shaft. You began to gently stroke his length. You then invited Mori’s length into your mouth still leaving enough room for you to stroke him with your hand. You felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch in your mouth. It only encouraged you to hollow your cheeks.

“Look at me.” Mori demanded, grabbing a fistful of your hair while doing so.

The waterline of your eyes was red and filled with tears that had yet to fall. You looked up at him while taking his cock deeper in your mouth. The sensation of his tip touching the back of your tongue caused the tears in your eyes to fall down your cheeks. Mori was quick to wipe them away.

“Your lips always look so beautiful around my cock, Y/N.”

As you began to bop your head up and down Mori began to moan. They were soft enough to be confided for only you to hear. Despite how soft they were you were encouraged to move your head faster. Your throat burned but your eagerness to make him cum outweighed the pain. With a fistful of your hair in his hand, Mori moved your head up and down your cock. HIs own hips thrusted at the same pace and your hands gripped his thighs.

His dick was twitching in your mouth and his legs began to tremble. His moans were shaking as he was trying to suppress them. “F-fuck, Y/N --- I...” He didn’t need to finish his sentence you knew he was about to cum. And when he did you swallowed each drop of his cum making sure he didn’t leave a mess behind. With the edge of your finger you wiped the salvia from your bottom lip before placing that same finger in your mouth to suck it clean. Mori watched your movements and his lust filled eyes were proof that he wasn’t completely satisfied.

Once Mori gathered himself together he stood and gathered the sets he you had yet to try on. “If we stay any longer, I’ll have to throw you over this couch and have my way with you.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

Mori laced the space between the two of you. He kissed you fervently and in your mouth he moaned, “because you’ll have to be quiet if I fuck you here. I want to hear those moans clear as day. Meet me outside once you’re changed.” The lewd statement left his lips with ease and the eagerness inside of you began to grow. Before Mori left he ripped the tag from your lingerie set.

“After that, you’ve probably soiled them. Should I let the attendant know?” He teased.

Mori left the fitting room to pay for the sets he had picked out for you meanwhile you changed back into your clothing. Before you left you gave yourself a look in the mirror. Your makeup had smudged completely and your hair was out of place. After adjusting your appearance you rejoined Mori out by the register. The attendant handed him a bag that looked larger than what could hold a few pairs of lingerie sets. Not thinking too much into it, you rejoined Mori and the two of you headed home.

The journey home was quiet and fast. Shocked that an officer hadn’t stopped Mori for speeding the two of you found yourself at home once again. Mori had walked out of the car far more calmer than you had expected for him too. He took each of the bags and headed inside calmly as if he hadn’t promised you the reward you craved.

You entered inside your shared home and set your things down. Mori was looking inside the black bag from the boutique.

“Take yourself to the bedroom and undress.” Was all Mori said and you followed his instructions without question.

With all your clothes removed, you kept the baby pink set on and sat on the edge of the bed with your legs closed tightly together. Mori had entered the room holding something behind his back.

“You were such a bad girl today Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he stopped you.

“After all I did? I spoiled you rotten and you acted like such a whore in the boutique. You nearly embarrassed me with your lewd actions.”

Mori revealed what was behind his back. It was one of those bullet vibrators that were controlled by a remote. He must’ve picked it up while you were changing.

“Come here.” He said.

You stood and walked towards him. Mori placed the bullet vibrator in your mouth and demanded for you to suck on the object. As you did he asked,

“do you know what this is? It’s something to teach you a lesson.”

He removed the vibrator from your mouth and knelt down in front of you. He slide down your panties just enough for him to place the vibrator inside of you. The full feeling of it made you gasp.

“You’re so wet.” Mori noted. “It went in without any trouble.” As he stood on his feet he placed your panties back on. He kissed your forehead and as he did you didn’t notice his hand was already on the remote. He clicked the button once and a vibration started to flourish inside your pussy. With weak legs you leaned in forward to press your body against Mori’s.

“That’s the lowest speed.”

That was the lowest?

Mori clicked the remote again. The vibration sped up only the slightest but even then the pulsating sensation was so euphoric. You gripped the fabric of Mori’s shirt and clenched your jaw. Your moans were held in your throat.

“Let out your voice. Let me hear you.” Mori only watched as you were crumbling underneath him. He clicked the button again, “this is the second to highest speed.” He noted.

Your body was sinking and you fell to your knees. The moans that began leaving your lips were involuntary. The vibrations were so concentrated on your clit that the stimulation was intense. On the floor you laid back and opened your legs. The sound of the vibrations mixed with the wetness of your pussy drove Mori insane. You could see the outline of his cock throbbing under his pants. You wanted to come up and stimulate him --- level the playing field but each time you tried to get up Mori messed with the dial on the remote.

Sometimes he sped it up other times he slowed it down. He had yet to use the highest vibration but it didn’t matter. You were so close that you began to shake and twitch. Mori lowered down to your eye level.

“Does it feel good?” He asked. You were to busy moaning and gasping for air that you couldn’t answer. “Are you gonna cum? Just from this, hm?” You were shaking your head yes. You opened your legs wider and your eyes rolled back. You were so desperate for your release. Mori began to fidget with the remote causing the vibrations to move in unreliable patterns.

“Concentrate.” He told you. “Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Are you gonna come for your master?” Again you can’t bring yourself to speak. Mori placed a slap across your cheek. “How many times do I have to tell you, slut? Use your words.”

With a soft moan you finally spoke, “yes master! Yes! I’m going to cum!” Your confession was rewarded with Mori finally placing the vibrator on the highest speed. The sensation was blinding and you arched your back into it. The sound of your pussy grew wetter and wetter. Mori enjoyed every bit of your body convulsing underneath his command.

You reached your peak. Pure ecstasy consumed you entirely. The orgasm you experienced had caused you to squirt. Your liquid had stained your new set and drenched your thighs. With a single hand Mori removed your panties he admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy before removing the toy from inside of you. You squealed at the sudden emptiness.

Mori slapped your pussy. “My, my. I didn’t know it was possible for you to get this wet. You have such a lewd, perverted body.” He slapped your pussy again harder, hard enough for your wetness to slosh at the touch. You brought your knees up and moaned innocently at the vulgar act. With his hand still on your pussy Mori looked at you,

“can you handle more?”

You looked at him and that could’ve been an answer enough. You were exhausted but you still craved the sensation of his cock inside you. Without any hesitation you pleaded.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Mori said. He carried you onto the bed in order for your evening of pleasure to continue.

#bsd x reader #bsd smut #mori ogai x reader #mori ogai x y/n #bsd x y/n #bsd mori #tm.#nsfw.#bsd.#mo.

342 notes · View notes