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hungharrington · 5 months

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I want Stevie to make me a needy little mess kissing everywhere on my tummy and thighs while purposely avoiding where I need him most

now why would loverboy be such a tease to his favourite person? maybe if they had done something to deserve it…. this one goes out to @boyfriendstevie for indulging my goofy ideas <3 while it’s technically smut it’s like… only hot if u find love hot HAHA fem!reader MDNI this entire blog is 18+

The radio sings idly behind you, midway between the kitchen and the lounge, and when you hear the fridge door close, you think nothing of it.

The novel in your hands has your attention, your body lax as you lay spread lazily across the couch. Your shoes are off and your jean shorts unbuttoned, your bra abandoned many hours ago; a picture of a well-spent Sunday afternoon.

“Someone’s awfully comfortable.”

Steve’s voice sounds from above you and you pull your eyes from the page before you to look up. He’s standing behind the couch, arms crossed, his expression… unreadable.

“Mmhm.” You hum with a happy smile. Laid back, you raise one of your legs and give his arm a poke with your toe. “Wanna come join?”

Steve smiles lightly, rounding the couch til he’s at the end of it. His hairy thighs lean up against the arm of the couch and he hums thoughtfully. “I dunno, I was gonna eat.”

A dirty thought crosses your mind. You laugh and part your thighs just an inch, insinuating just exactly what he should eat.

“Oh?” You say.

Steve catches on quick. His eyebrows hike up and he rolls his eyes, his endeared smile giving him away.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks, even as he moves forward to kneel on the cushions— his hands finding a place around each of your ankles. Your tummy burns as you realise he might be serious.

“I wouldn’t complain,” you quip back with a cheeky smile. Steve’s hands on your ankles shift up, smoothing up your calves with such evident adoration it makes your blood sing.

“Wouldn’t complain, she says,” Steve echoes your words with a mock-contemplation, pretending to ponder as his thumbs rub softly at the skin of your thighs. “Anyone ever call you a princess?”

He asks while his hands keep travelling up, his fingers tucking into your unbuttoned denim. Your hips lift as he pulls, letting them slide down your legs and be discarded to the floor.

Steve’s got an intense look in his eyes now, his flicking between your face and your barely clothed core. You feel yourself grow more excited.

“Mhm,” You answer his question, your breath hitching as Steve’s hands land back on your knees— sliding them down your thighs and drawing a line with his thumb right along the sensitive inner parts. “My boyfriend, actually.”

“Your boyfriend, huh?”

He bends down between his words to kiss one of your knees. You sigh, the novel in your hands pushed to the ground and forgotten completely. You hear it land with a clutter. Steve’s huge hands are still moving, still massaging up and down your thighs— til they creep higher.

“Tell me about him, this boyfriend.” Steve muses, beginning to smile. His hands ruck your shirt higher and higher, the callouses on his hands the perfect friction against your nipples. He gives them a good pinch and you gasp, your back arching into his touch.

“Uh huh…” you start, entirely distracted by how his lips have started to trail kisses down your thighs. Just a few touches in the right place and he’s got you soaking the cotton of your panties. You might be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on.

“Well, he’s prob— probably the hottest guy in Hawkins.” Your voice skips as his mouth starts to reach the V of your thigh. His plush lips start to suckle, a dart of his tongue soothing over you as he sucks a hickey into the soft skin of your inner thigh.

His mouth pulls off abruptly. “Wait, probably?”

“Definitely.” You quickly amend. Steve melts into a smug grin, diving back down to continue his hickey as you let yourself sweet talk him. “Definitely 100% the hottest dude in town. Most attractive in the st—state, if you ask me.”

Steve hums against you appreciatively, switching his focus from one thigh to the other. You can feel your legs beginning to twitch, feel yourself clenching around nothing in pure anticipation. Steve nips and soothes at your thigh, his hands still roaming, still squeezing and pinching at your nipples enough to make you sigh sweetly.

When he finally moves from your thigh, it’s only a moment of relief before you realise he’s moving up to kiss at your tummy.

“Go on,” He urges you, eyes flashing up to meet yours with a grin. He knows you’ve caught onto his teasing now and despite how it makes your skin flutter, his kisses, the languid press of his mouth, all are just so so close to where you want him. But not close enough.

“He’s also,” You huff, all breathy now. You can feel how wet you are for him— can already envision how good it’ll feel when he gets his mouth on you. If he ever gets his mouth on you. “The biggest tease in the world.”

Steve pulls back from his motions with a pout. He’s still kneeling on the couch, your legs parted around him and at your words, his hands slide down to rest on your hipbones. His thumbs swatch up at down your panty line, teasing and tantalising. You squirm.

“Ughhhhh, why are you being a tease right now?” You ask, slumping back on the couch with a half a mind to stick your own hand down between your legs.

Steve’s hand gently touches your chin, pressing it lightly so you tilt your head forward to look him in the eye when he says, “Because you ate my pickle.”

You blink at him owlishly for a moment, his words throwing you for a loop. Then a laugh titters out your mouth and you cover it with your hand.

“Oh my god, I totally did.” You giggle, half at your lousy memory for stealing Steve’s final pickle from the him — and half because he’s actually petty enough to bring it back up during sex. “I’m so sorry.”

Steve tilts his head and narrows his eyes. “Are you? I don’t think you are.”

You laugh again, head thrown back and then nod as best you can. “I am! I’m sorry I ate your pickle, baby.”

Steve’s faux-bitchiness melts away and he pouts for a moment. “You know, I was looking forward to that.”

He jabs your thigh playfully and you can’t help but laugh again. Steve stares at you unabashedly— something hot in his chest at this mixture of laughter and pleasure and a silly little bicker over a pickle.

“I can offer only one consolation,” you say, laughter now gone as you peer up at him through your lashes.

When you know you’ve got him hooked in, you nudge your thighs up and spread them a little further. You watch as Steve shivers, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.

He shifts on his knees, one hand pressing into his shorts which have become tighter and tighter. When he gathers himself, there’s a new fire in his eyes — fixed on his next meal.

“Well, best get rid of these then, huh?” He murmurs, his fingers finally pinching at your panties and moving to tug them down your legs. You shuffle to let him, the heat pooling in your stomach as he tucks them into his back pocket without a second thought.

This time when his mouth kisses its way down your thigh, Steve can barely wait — skipping past his previous hickies to lick through your folds with eagerly. You gasp and moan, hips squirming up to meet his mouth and Steve takes it all gratefully — more than content to spend his Sunday afternoon with his tongue between your thighs.

#i’m really on my goofy shit recently huh #idk it’s hot to me! i love silly banter! i love eating on the couch! :D #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #jay writes #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve smut #smut

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cinnbar-bun · 5 months

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Smooth Operator- (One Piece Men X Reader)

Scenario: “His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold.”

Featuring: Benn Beckman, Crocodile, Rob Lucci, Shanks, and Smoker (separate)

Rating: NSFW

Notes: Rough sex, GN reader (no specific genitalia described), slight angst but oh well haha, possessive Lucci, reader is a pirate in Smoker’s section.

Word Count: ~1.1k

You can read on my AO3 here!

Work is under the cut!!

Benn Beckman

“Fuck… sweetheart…” he whispers into your ear as he lifts your leg higher up. “Tightenin’ around me so well.”

His hand that is gripping your waist rubs gentle circles with his thumb. He can’t stop how addicted he feels pressing into you, having you clench around him so deliciously, and your lovely, sweet voice crying out his name. It’s a beautiful sight to see whenever he drops by. But you both know he won’t stay long, so you try to savor as much as you can. You, the gentle touches and looks in his eyes that make you believe that this time, maybe, just maybe, he’ll take you with him. Him, the way your body feels around his and the way your face contorts with pleasure at every thrust. He has half a mind to run off and leave everything behind for you. To say screw it and keep himself beside you.

“Beck-! Beck!” You choke out his name, pulling him in closer, and lord, it takes everything in him not to collapse onto you and confess how much he fucking adores you.

“Easy there, darling. I’m right here,” he smoothly replies, for both of your sakes. He feels how close you are and works himself faster. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Crocodile

The smell of alcohol and cigar smoke is heavy in his private room. You always say it won’t happen again, but then those dark eyes of his lock onto yours, and now you’re back at it. In his office, a disheveled mess, bouncing on his thick cock while he grips your waist tightly.

“S-Sir!” You whine, as he taps his cigar on his ashtray and takes another puff. You feel the cold metal of his hook around your back. Despite his attitude, he’s made it a point to never let that golden hook cut you or slice your delicate skin. He just prefers the hook tearing the fabric of your clothes apart.

“Good little thing,” he states, a chuckle rumbling from deep in his chest as he tilts your chin up to him and kisses you roughly. The rings on his hand press into your skin coldly. As he does so, his hook tugs at the remaining bits of fabric and lets the shreds fall to the ground.

“You don’t need them when you’re with me,” he says. A partial lie, to obscure the truth that he wants you to stay longer and desire his help. You moan quietly before he silences you with his lips once more.

Lucci

“I thought I told you to avoid him,” he states, unimpressed with the man who has been getting too comfortable with you. Lucci’s possessiveness towards you has increased for some reason, despite him insisting it was just casual- that he can never love and will never love you. You somehow agreed, and now here he was, covering your mouth with his hand while he fucked you from behind in an attempt to remind you of his prowess. He shoves two fingers inside your mouth, and without any hesitation or instruction, you begin to suck on them.

“Do you need me to punish you for your foolishness? Or did you think I was stupid enough to not find out?” Lucci hisses. You haven’t done anything wrong, he knows this deep down, but god, seeing that man think of trying to be around you sends Lucci’s blood boiling.

He doesn’t love you. He can’t love you. He never will love you. This is just for pleasure, and you’re just his stress relief, a toy he uses for his own sake.

He grips you tighter and tugs at your earlobe with his teeth. “You belong to me. Not him. Not anyone else.”

Shanks

He's never serious. He’s always arriving at your house with that damned smile of his, always easing you up and promising “it’s just a reunion between old friends!” Then he always manages to fold you over any piece of furniture within your house. You wouldn’t be shocked if he had managed to fuck you in every part of your house.

“You’re so….!” You struggle, all while Shanks chuckles and continues to thrust into you. Despite being a bit tipsy and only having one arm, Shanks manages to hit all your sensitive spots- spots he’s become very acquainted with after all these sessions with you.

“Dashing? Handsome?” He begins. You let out a loud moan at particularly rough thrust, which makes him laugh boisterously. “Ah, am I too good for you? No words to describe how amazing I am?”

You want to say he’s awful, that he’s ruining your life with how crazy he makes you, but then he hits that spot again and you crumble.

“Shanks… please…” you beg pathetically, and Shanks nods.

“Anything for my darling~,” the redhead smiles as he leans down to kiss your neck. “Gods, I love you.”

He states it so casually, that you can never tell if he’s being genuine or just messing with you. You don’t know if you can even handle the truth from him anymore.

Smoker

“Think I wouldn’t have noticed, huh?” He growls in your ear. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he bullies his thick cock into you. You don’t even know what he’s noticed this time, as it’s probably another one of his lame excuses to get you close. Not that you care, as you enjoy this game of cat and mouse with him.

“Wearing all that… sitting in that bar and acting all innocent,” he answers for you. “Think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t catch you there? You’ve gotten too brazen, pirate.”

“Captain,” you begin, and you feel how he twitches inside you. “You’ve gotten too brazen yourself. How many times has it been now?”

“Don’t ask a question to mine. I’m the one who is asking the questions here,” he cuts you off, continuing to bury himself within you. “I don’t wanna hear shit from that mouth of yours except what I want.”

You smirk at how he’s doing his best to retain his hardass personality, but it’s clear he’s faltering. You taunt him further.

“Yes, sir~.”

At that, Smoker groans and fucks you at an even rougher pace.

“Say that shit again and I’ll turn you in!” He yells, as if he even had the heart to do such a thing to you. For some reason, you were someone he never could capture.

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece smut #one piece oneshots #smut #shanks #rob lucci #rob lucci x reader #shanks x reader #shanks smut #smoker one piece #smoker #smoker x reader #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #benn beckman #benn beckman x reader #x reader

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rintosei · 6 months

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˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ SCARAMOUCHE ; — silly love

warnings. fluff, gn!reader, modern!au, scara being the little shit he is, bro is clingy btw

notes. HEYYYY IM FINALLY BACK AFTER A MONTH OF NOT POSTING FICS :3 sorry it took so long to release a new fic blame uni

“so, what's going on between you and scaramouche recently? you guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” one of your friends suddenly asks and you choked on the french fry you were eating, quickly drinking some water.

“what?”

“you heard me.” your friend gives you a knowing smile. “what’s going on between you and scaramouche? last i heard, he hates talking with people and now he’s all sweet and cute with you.”

your face turns red. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about. besides, he’s opening up to more people! it’s not just me he’s talking with.”

your friend hums. “mm, then why is he walking this way with a scowl on his face?”

“what-?” you turned your head and they were right. scaramouche is indeed walking here with a scowl on his face. “scara? what’s wrong-”

“i thought you promised we were going to eat lunch together.” scaramouche cuts you off swiftly, sitting down next to you and placing his tray on the table. your friends could only watch in amusement as you tried to find an excuse to calm scaramouche down.

“w-well, i couldn’t find you when class ended! i didn’t want to sit alone like a loser waiting for you to come.” you said with a nervous laugh at the end. “besides, aren’t you bored eating with me every single day?”

“who said i would get bored of you?” scaramouche replies, grabbing a french fry and eats it. he looks at you with a confused look on his face. “why would i get bored of you?”

“you’re saying that as if you have a crush on me.” you let out a laugh, doubling over, smacking your hand on the table as if you said the funniest thing in the world. when you don’t hear a snarky remark from scaramouche, you stop laughing. your friends whispered to each other and quietly left the table, leaving you and scaramouche alone. “you-”

“i’m going to need you to stop for one second because i just find it so incredibly rude that you think i’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass.” scaramouche glares at you, obviously upset. “are you a brick? because you’re dense as fuck.”

your mouth hangs open, still clearly shocked from the sudden confession. “you- what?! when did you start having a crush on me?”

“do i have to explain in detail why i’m in love with you?” he asks, pushing his tray forward. he places his elbow on the table, his hand supporting his head. “well? are you just going to continue to gape at me or are you going to say anything else?” you instantly snap back into reality, clearing your throat.

“ahem,” you fiddled with your thumbs, nervous. “i thought you were the type to not fall in love with anyone.” you avoided eye contact, looking at everything except scaramouche.

scaramouche raises his eyebrows, obviously amused by your nervousness. “what, am i not allowed to have feelings? am i just a puppet to you?”

“okay who said-” you lift your head only to bump your nose against scaramouche’s. you stopped what you were saying, eyes meeting his. scaramouche’s lips slowly turns into a smile and he eventually lets out a laugh, quickly snapping you back to reality. “stop distracting me!”

“what do you mean?” scaramouche asks in a teasing tone. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. me? distracting you? doesn't sound like me at all!”

“haha fuck you.” you glared at scaramouche, picking up your tray, preparing to leave. “i’m leaving. have fun eating alone.”

“wha-” scaramouche quickly gets up, following you. “hey you haven’t replied whether you like me back or not!”

you turned back, giving him a cheeky smile. “you think?” you winked and turned your back to him, not giving scaramouche a chance to reply.

he scoffs. “this brat.”

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xomakara · 1 month

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Love Me Now

"Please..." You were backed against the wall, your hands in front of you to stop his advances.

"I can't take it anymore." He leaned into you again, pinning one of your wrists up against the wall with one hand. His other hand moved to your face and he softly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Do you really want me to stop, Y/N?"

Your heart raced and there was a thin film of sweat covering your body as he kissed you. You couldn't remember ever wanting anyone this badly before.

"Jeno..." You whispered his name, reaching up to push his chest but he stopped you by running his finger from your temple to your jawline.

"Just what have you done to me, Princess?" Jeno whispered, leaning forward and biting your lower lip gently before nipping at it.

You wanted him so badly that you ached, feeling lightheaded and breathless as he continued his onslaught on your mouth. All you could think about was the feel of his tongue in your mouth, his strong hands on your waist.

He pulled away slowly, looking at you with a lustful glint in his eyes. "Y/N..." He breathed. "Will you give me permission to touch you?"

"Jeno...I-" Your mind couldn't even process what he had asked you.

His eyes dropped to your lips. "Yes?"

You bit your lip. He lowered his head and your eyes closed voluntarily when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. It wasn't quite enough, not nearly enough to satisfy you. The words hung heavy in the air between you both as you stood staring at each other. He ran his hand down your back, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine until he reached the small of your back.

"Jeno..." You murmured, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. "What if the others saw us? What would they think?"

He laughed under his breath. "What would it matter if you and I got caught?"

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out.

"Y/N..." He whispered, bringing his lips close to yours again. "Tell me yes or no."

You blinked once, twice and then again. There was nothing left in your brain except an overwhelming need to feel his lips on yours again. You didn't hesitate; you only knew you wanted to kiss him back. Your hand slipped behind his neck and brought him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips met yours, stealing your breath and robbing you of all reason.

It was just him, you and that moment in time. That one precious second where everything seemed right. When it felt like the whole world was spinning at a hundred miles per hour, you found your footing and everything made sense again. Everything fell into place, in the most perfect way possible.

"No...no more playing games." He said softly. He lifted your chin so you looked directly at him. "I don't care who catches us."

You nodded, not saying anything. He trailed a gentle line down your cheek with his thumb and then slid his hand to cup your face. His eyes locked with yours. "Is that a 'yes'?"

You smiled and shook your head. "Not yet."

He chuckled, making you smile wider as he brought his lips to your forehead. "Alright then..."

You pushed against his chest and tried to break free but his grip tightened. You gave him an exasperated look. "Jeno, we're attracting a crowd here."

He laughed, looking over his shoulder to see his members looking at the both of you. He looked back at you. "It's not like the guys haven't seen us before."

"That's the guys. What about your manager and the stylists?" You huffed. "I was embarrassed the last time your manager caught us kissing. I'll be damned if she sees me getting fucked by you."

He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as he let you go. "I know...but I can't help myself."

You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Can you try to wait until after your performance?"

He turned away quickly. "I'll try."

You rolled your eyes. "That means you won't try at all."

He grinned. "I'm gonna make sure you enjoy yourself so much that you forget all about how awkward it was walking in here together."

"Oh god..." You shuddered at the thought. "I'd rather not do that."

"Aw, Y/N." He whined, looking away. "If you'd rather wait, we can always go somewhere else. Home, perhaps?"

You slapped his arm. "You can wait, Lee Jeno. A few hours of no sex, won't kill you. Besides, you'll get some attention from the fans tonight."

He snorted. "But they're not you...it won't be the same."

"Stop whining, baby. We've waited this long, what's another couple hours?"

"Ugh...fine." He sighed dramatically. "I'll wait."

"Good." You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. "Now, I need you to stop being so damn irresistible. You're making it difficult for me to say no."

You waved at the rest of the NCT Dream members and the staff as you and Jeno headed out the doors to your car. You were tired and worn out from the events of the day. All you wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed. The past couple days had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. If it weren't for Jeno constantly distracting you, you probably would have collapsed in a heap somewhere.

You and Jeno rode in silence, but you couldn't help but notice his hand was inching closer to your knee every few seconds. Every time you moved it away from you, he only pulled it back to try again. If only you weren't the one driving, you wouldn't have minded his touching you in any way, shape or form. You noticed he finally stopped moving his hand after a while. Thank god because the nerves running through your body were getting too intense. It was hard to concentrate on the road when he kept moving his hand closer to you.

"When we get home, I'm locking you in the bedroom and you're never leaving it." You muttered, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Sounds good to me." He smirked, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms across his chest.

You sighed. "You're incorrigible, Lee Jeno."

"Whose fault is that?" He pouted.

You glared at him. "Don't start that shit."

He chuckled. "Did I start something?"

"Yup." You grinned evilly. "Incorrigible, indeed."

He licked his lips. "Am I wrong?"

You glared at him again. "I hate you."

"So sexy." He purred, closing his eyes as he leaned in closer to you. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to control myself when you're sitting there looking all sexy and stuff?"

You blushed as he rubbed your thigh gently.

"Fuck, you're killing me here." He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Y/N..."

"Can you not pop a boner until we get home? Please?"

"I promise." He grinned devilishly, licking his lips. "As soon as we get inside though, you better not try to resist."

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you such a freak?"

"Don't hate the player, babe." He shrugged. "Just love the game."

"I can't believe you're taking that quote literally." You mumbled, shaking your head.

He snickered, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. "I'd love to hear you complain when you're enjoying it too much."

"Ew." You grimaced. "Now stop it so I can get us home, you little perv."

He groaned, releasing your leg from his grasp and shifting in his seat. "Fine...I'll behave."

"Good." You sighed.

After you parked the car, you grabbed your bag from the trunk. Jeno followed closely behind you, giving you curious looks every few steps. As you walked into your apartment, Jeno closed the door behind him.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jeno called out as he watched you walk away from him.

"Shower first, you perv." You giggled, heading towards your bedroom. "Then we'll see."

You stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower as you stripped off your clothes. After stepping into the steaming water, you relaxed and closed your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you took a nice hot shower, usually showers for you consisted of quick rinses or soaking under the tap for several minutes. Not today though. Today you were indulging in a nice long shower, letting the hot water wash over your body and clear your mind.

Your eyes still closed, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back into the hot spray of water. They cupped your breasts and squeezed gently, massaging your nipples between their fingers. You gasped, arching your back as you pressed your body harder against them.

"Mmm...feels good doesn't it?" You heard a voice murmur against your ear.

"Hm..." You moaned, pressing your hips back against him.

"I told you I'd behave until we get home." Jeno said, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss against your neck.

"I know." You replied, opening your eyes. "But you're still annoying."

"It's in my nature to annoy you." He responded.

"And it's in your nature to be obnoxious." You retorted.

He hummed against your skin, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

You froze for a brief second before nodding. "More than once."

He laughed against your skin, sending goosebumps over your body. "Do you love me too?"

"When do I not love you, you big goofball?" You laughed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"All the time." He kissed you deeply, sealing his lips to yours.

You sighed, pushing against him as you broke apart from his kiss. "Since we're both in the shower, naked and wet...why don't we take advantage of the situation?"

His eyes lit up and he kissed you deeply once again. "Only if you want to."

"Hmm..." You kissed him back, tasting the tangy taste of his mouth. "I think I do."

He released you from his kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to keep rubbing my breasts." You whispered, tugging on his hair gently. "But I also want you to..."

"Yes?" He breathed against your lips.

"I want you to fuck me." You whispered.

"I've been wanting to fuck you since before my performance." He whispered back, kissing your neck once again.

"Good, because I've been dying to feel you inside of me." You sighed, biting your lip as he continued to massage your breast. "Make me feel that amazing cock of yours inside of me."

"Yes, ma'am." He whispered. "Give me permission and I'll fuck you right now."

"Please?" You asked, running your fingers through his wet hair. "I need you so bad, Lee Jeno."

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. "God, you drive me crazy." He murmured against your skin. "How am I supposed to handle myself when you act like this?"

You smiled wickedly, tugging on his hair again. "Because you're strong enough to handle me."

"Why didn't you answer my phone calls last night?" Haechan questioned you the next morning as you both sat at the company's cafe waiting for your drinks.

"You called me last night?" You asked him, taking out your phone from your purse. "Oh shit, you did."

"Did you go cock-crazy because of Jeno, last night? Because that's the only thing that makes sense." Haechan teasingly asked you.

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you guys always so invested in our sex lives?"

"We're all living vicariously through Jeno since he's the only one getting pussy every night." Jaemin answered as he pulled a seat next to Haechan. "Now spill the beans. What happened last night?"

You covered your ears. "I can't hear you! This conversation is for my ears only!"

They both bursted into laughter as you continued covering your ears. Finally, you gave up and looked at each of them individually. "Shower sex...it was fucking fantastic."

"Of course it was fantastic." Jeno pulled out the seat next to you, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Are we talking about Jeno and Y/N's sexcapades again?" Renjun huffed, placing his order at the counter. "Damn boy, she got you wrapped around her fingers."

"Come on, Renjun. Just because I bang my girlfriend every night, it doesn't mean you can't get some too." Jeno argued. "Besides, I'm a generous lover."

"How generous?" Haechan tilted his head curiously.

"Well..." Jeno leaned in and winked at you. "A little from column A, a little from column B."

The other boys started laughing loudly, making you cover your ears again.

"I hate you all." You groaned.

"No, you love us." Jaemin laughed. "Look, we just want you to be happy. We love seeing you and Jeno together, it's nice seeing the two of you actually dating instead of hooking up."

You exhaled slowly, lowering your hands from your ears. "Okay, that was unexpected. Who are you and what have you done to Jaemin?"

Jaemin raised an eyebrow at you. "Would you rather me say I turned into Batman overnight?"

"Maybe." You laughed. "Though if I saw you walking down the street dressed like him, I might punch you."

"Ouch, but true." He shook his head, smiling. "Anyway, back to my point. I just want you to be happy. So if being with Jeno makes you happy, then so be it."

You nodded slowly, grabbing your drink from the counter. "Thank you, Jaemin."

"Of course." He nodded. "Anytime."

Jeno grabbed your hand as you stood up to leave, intertwining your fingers with his. You smiled and pulled him along after you as you left the cafe. The air outside was cool and refreshing compared to the humid air within the building. It felt wonderful to let your skin breathe again, feeling completely free and not restrained by anything.

"You know, you could just stay inside with me." Jeno suggested, pulling you towards the car.

"And do what, my big hunk of man meat?" You teased him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"You know exactly what I would do to you." He smirked, winking.

You blushed as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for you. "See, this is why I have to keep you away from my pussy."

He laughed as he shut the door, following you into the vehicle. "If you really wanted to, you could convince me to keep you away from my dick. All you have to do is ask nicely."

"Uh huh, and what would I have to do to you, to make you agree to my request?" You smiled innocently.

"You have to tell me you love me." He smirked, looking at you over his shoulder.

"I love you, you idiot." You laughed, leaning across the center console to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Babe, do you even know how adorable you look right now?" He chuckled. "You're seriously just the cutest thing ever."

"What are you doing later?" You turned to face him as he started the car, switching the music from the radio station playing to one playing on his phone.

"Nothing, why?" He glanced at you.

"So, you're free tonight?" You asked, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"Yeah, why?" He questioned.

"Well, there's something I wanna show you." You grinned.

"Oohh, what is it?" He narrowed his eyes, giving you an inquisitive look.

"I think you're gonna like it." You mumbled, keeping your face close to his.

"Mmmm, what if I don't?" He teased, causing you to laugh softly.

"You're such a baby." You laughed. "Just wait and see, okay?"

"Fine, fine. Whatever you want, baby." He sighed, turning on the road.

Jeno dropped you off at the mall since you told him that you wanted to do some shopping. He promised to pick you up in a few hours, so you wandered from store to store, browsing the different options and thinking about what to buy. At first you weren't sure if you should just give in and buy things but when you wandered into the lingerie store, your decision was made for you.

You didn't know what would stir those loins of your boyfriend since he practically loved seeing you in everything. You couldn't resist the temptation, picking up a cute black lace bra and matching panties. You smiled as you thought about what Jeno would think when he found out.

By the time you had walked to almost every clothing store in the mall, you were exhausted. Your legs were sore from walking so much and you needed to sit down for a while. Looking around the mall for somewhere to sit, you noticed a quiet corner near a small cafe. Grabbing your things, you headed towards it, passing by some pretty girls in short skirts and high heels. They seemed very eager to try on new clothes or shoes.

Finally finding a spot to sit down, you placed your bag and jacket down beside you, leaning back against the chair and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and instantly smelled your boyfriend's cologne. That made you smile as you relaxed, remembering the past few nights spent with him. Your mind drifted to the thought of what you'd do to him later that evening.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Jeno asked, breaking your train of thought.

"Sure, let's go." You yawned, standing up from the chair.

Jeno helped you carry your bags out of the mall, stopping at a restaurant on the way home. After eating dinner, he helped you carry the bags upstairs, putting them down on the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hands in his.

"Is everything okay?" You wondered. "You seem kind of stressed out today."

"Just tired, babe." He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Mark has us practicing this new routine we're working on. It's been a long day."

"Do I have to fight Mark and the rest of the guys for torturing my handsome Jeno?" You giggled, biting your lower lip.

"Only if you really want to." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'd like to see my girlfriend beat up my members."

"That would be fun." You nodded, tracing his nose with your finger.

"Yeah, I'm sure it would." He smirked, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it. "It's good to finally relax though. How was your shopping trip?"

"Fun, exciting." You hummed, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"Oh really?" He questioned, cupping your face in his hands. "Do tell me more about your exciting adventure."

"Maybe later." You playfully swatted his arm. "Why don't you go watch some TV or something while I take a bath?"

"Alright, babe." He kissed your cheek, sliding off the bed and leaving the room.

As soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, you went straight for your bags and pulled out the new lingerie set you bought earlier. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you smiled as you thought about how much your boyfriend will enjoy seeing you in it. You carefully put on the bra and panties, standing in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. You threw on one of your large t-shirts and shorts, masking the sexy underwear underneath. Once you finished getting ready, you made your way downstairs to join Jeno.

You snuggled next to him on the couch, curling your body against his. He shifted so that you were laying down with your head resting on his chest, which made you giggle lightly. You looked over at him and he was already watching some dumb reality show on TV.

"Hey, handsome." You murmured, nuzzling into his shirt.

"Why hello there, beautiful." He said softly, running his fingers through your hair. "Didn't expect you to join me so quickly."

"Can I help it if I love you too much?" You teased him, making him chuckle.

"You're impossible." He said with a sigh. "Why do you always have to make me lose my concentration?"

"Don't worry, handsome. You won't be losing your concentration any time soon." You cooed, nibbling on his ear.

"Who says?" He purred, pressing kisses against your neck.

"This goddess here." You answered, straddling his waist and reaching for his hands to reach under your shirt.

"Oh? What's this?" He questioned, removing your shirt and dropping it to the ground. His fingers traced the hem of your new bra, running his thumb over the lacy cups. Your nipples hardened slightly from the light contact and you shivered slightly, arching your back slightly. He trailed his hands down your sides, dipping them into your shorts. "What else do you have hidden? Or maybe you want me to find it?"

"Mmm, well-" You stuttered, catching your breath as he touched your clit through your panties. "-you may not be able to see it, but I do indeed have something special for you."

"Hmm, and what might that be?" He ran his hands back up your stomach, stopping to pull down your shorts. His breath hitched, noticing the matching bra and panties that you wore. "Is this new? Did you buy these specifically for me?"

"Yes." You moaned, burying your face in his chest. "I hope you like them."

"I love them." He breathed, capturing your mouth with his. "But you look irresistible no matter what you wear. You always do, though."

"Well, thank you." You laughed.

"As much as I love seeing you in your new lingerie," he smirked, moving his hand down between your legs, "I'm more interested in seeing you naked."

"How can I refuse such a request?" You winked, pushing his hand further down until his fingers brushed against your dripping wet pussy.

His fingers slid against your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you. Slowly stroking his fingers over your clit, he kept you in suspense, driving you crazy with lust. Every movement of his fingers sent electric currents through your body, bringing forth pleasure.

You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground. As soon as the straps loosened, your breasts sprung free, jiggling lightly as you squirmed against him.

"Look at you." He groaned, sucking on your left nipple, gently flicking it with his tongue. "Such a fucking goddess. Is this all for me?"

"Only for you, Jeno." You answered, biting your lower lip. "Please use me however you wish."

"God damn, I love you." He growled, rubbing his face along your breasts. "Let me taste you, beautiful."

He wrapped his lips around your nipple and began sucking hungrily. He moved his other hand between your legs, caressing your wet slit. Slowly sliding two fingers inside of you, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, intensifying the pleasure. When he heard your moaning, he bit down on your breast harder, applying more pressure.

You didn't realize how sensitive your nipples were until he began sucking them, pulling and twisting them with each suck. You held his head closer, grinding against his hand as his fingers continued pleasuring you. When you felt your orgasm building, you cried out his name, feeling the waves crashing over you.

"Jesus fuck, baby." He moaned, continuing to stimulate you as you came.

Once you calmed down, you leaned forward, planting soft kisses across his neck.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you.

"I've never been better." You replied, looking into his eyes. "Now please get that big cock of yours ready."

"God, baby, I love how dirty you are." He chuckled, teasingly playing with your hair. "It makes me hard just imagining what I could do to you right now."

"Mmm, I could think of a couple of things myself." You whispered, raising your hips, placing his dick at the entrance of your tight cunt.

He entered you slowly, watching as your inner muscles contracted around him. As soon as he was completely inside of you, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"Mmmm, sweetheart, you feel so good." He whispered, pulling back slightly to thrust deeper.

Each time he pushed himself into you, you moaned loudly.

"Goddamn, your pussy feels amazing." He groaned, continuing to pump in and out of you. "You feel so tight around me."

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply, feeling each stroke of his dick deep within you. In and out he fucked you, bringing you higher and higher with each thrust. Every movement made you feel warm all over. Every inch of you ached for more.

With each pump, you began moaning louder, louder, begging for more. Every single touch of his body made you tremble with excitement. The intense sensations shooting through your body turned you on even more. He could have done anything to you right then and you wouldn't have cared. All you wanted was for him to keep touching you. You could hardly contain your desire to touch him as well.

As you neared another orgasm, you reached up and grabbed his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin. This only caused him to thrust faster, making your orgasm hit harder than ever.

You could barely breathe as the waves washed over you. Your whole body shook uncontrollably. Each thrust he made only intensified your pleasure. Eventually, he came inside of you, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot throughout your entire body. You could feel the release inside of you as he held you tight against his chest.

When you finally came down, you panted heavily, your breathing erratic. Finally coming back to earth, you opened your eyes and saw Jeno staring at you. He had a devilish grin on his face and it caused your heart to skip a beat.

"My god, you're incredible." He whispered, still thrusting his dick inside of you.

"You're insatiable." You gasped, closing your eyes and gripping his arms tighter.

"Never enough." He groaned, leaning in and kissing you passionately. "You drive me wild."

Your lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to enter your mouth. Sensing your hesitance, he slowed down his pace, not wanting to hurt you after having such a powerful orgasm. Once you relaxed, he picked up speed again, pumping in and out of you, savoring every moment.

"Again?" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Let me recover first. Please."

"Nonsense, beautiful." He grinned, bringing his lips back to yours. "There is nothing wrong with going twice in one night."

"Fuck you and your crazy stamina." You sighed, smiling at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before rolling over onto your back.

You watched as he crawled on top of you, pulling you towards him. Wrapping his arms around you, he stared deeply into your eyes. You brought your hands up to his face, gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

"Jeno..." You whispered, tracing his lips with your fingers. "Thank you."

"For what?" He questioned, kissing your forehead.

"For everything." You answered, holding him close.

"Anything for you, beautiful." He answered, kissing your lips again. "You deserve everything wonderful in life."

"Oh really? What if I want more?" You asked, causing him to laugh.

"Babe, there's nothing that you could possibly ask for that I would deny you." He promised, lowering his lips to yours once more.

"Good, because I have a few ideas." You whispered, running your hands over his back. "I'll let you know when they come to me."

"Sounds like a plan." He answered, lifting off of you. "In the meantime, let's go to bed so I can keep loving you."

You let out a gasp as he lifted you from the couch and made his way to the bedroom. Within minutes, he had you lying in the middle of the bed, while he climbed in beside you.

"Okay, if you're going to take advantage of me while I'm half asleep, I'll wake up and slap your ass." You mumbled, causing him to laugh.

"Haha, sounds like a deal to me." He answered, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around you. He pulled you close, kissing your cheek and eventually your lips.

After some time passed, you fell asleep in his arms.

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pholla-jm · 11 days

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I feel like Sukuna is the type to have a daughter with her mom's angelic looks and her father's power and personality haha. Can I ask for some cute scenarios of them please? 🙏

Hello! This was such a cute idea! I couldn't think of anything good, but I came up with some stuff. However, if I do come up with more, I'll definitely tag you!

Like Daughter, Like Father

IMAGINE: LIKE DAUGHTER, LIKE FATHER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. mention of blood and killing *****************

Everyone thinks that Sukuna would have a son, and spend most of his time with his son.

However, the universe decided to bless him with a daughter instead.

And she definitely took her mom’s looks. An exact copy and paste.

Like an angel sent straight down to heaven. If you took one look at her, she looked so innocent and peaceful.

However, anyone that spent time with her knew that she was just like her daddy.

In fact, you knew that she was going to be such a daddy’s girl when she said her first word. Well, more like shouted.

Sukuna was about to leave to walk around another village, leaving you and your daughter at the castle.

You could tell that she was getting upset by her wiggling movements and grabby hands towards her father. However, that didn’t really stop Sukuna. What came out of your daughter's mouth next definitely made him stop.

“Daddy!” She shouts and Sukuna stops. His body was slightly tense, like he was processing what he just heard.

His little girl, shouting his name. Almost like she was beckoning him over. His brain was telling him that no one tells him what to do. But his heart and body was telling him something different. He couldn’t just walk away from his child.

He turns around, a bit surprised with the look on her face.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, lips turned into a pout and she was glaring at him.

“Awe, you said your first words.” You coo at her. “Daddy.” She says again, but more stern. “Ooh, sounds like someone is mad.” You start to tease.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and walks back over to you and his daughter. He takes her from you, her body being enveloped in his arms. Any child would probably be scared to be held by him. But she wanted it. She wanted to stick right by his side.

“Daddy.” She says again. “Tch, what do you want, brat?”

Her glare just hardens and you laugh.

“Oh, this is too good. Looks like you’re spending the day with her.”

You were amused with how much your daughter is like Sukuna. She always sported a serious look on her face and she glared at every single person that she didn’t know. Sure, she took your looks. But she stole his whole personality.

“Huh?” Sukuna looks at you a bit shocked as you start to leave the room.

“Make sure to bring her back alive.” Your daughter wasn’t even paying attention to you as you left. All of her attention is on her daddy, already planning on how to make his life harder.

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“Where is that brat?” Sukuna mumbles as he walks through the hallways. His steps were a bit faster than usual, as he looked for his daughter. She for some reason thought it was a good idea to play hide n seek even though Sukuna said no.

However, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Now Sukuna is slightly stressed out as he looks for the tiny half human/curse.

“If you don’t come out, your mother is going to kill me.”

It was silent for a couple of minutes, and then he heard the teeny tiny patter of feet coming towards him.

He turns around, looking down at his daughter.

His eyes widened seeing that she was covered in red. His brain immediately goes to the worst. He walks up to her, bending down to her level.

“Kill?” She repeats. “Yes. Kill. Something that your mother is going to do if you did something bad.” He mumbles as he inspects her for any cuts or wounds.

He was relieved seeing that it wasn’t her blood. His thumb smudges at one of the red stains, bringing it to his mouth. “Cranberries?”

“Cwanbewies.” She repeats with a large smile on her face.

Sukuna lets out a sigh of relief. “Where did you even get cranberries?”

“Kitchen.” Sukana nods his head. “Wait, how did you get in there? What about the servants?”

She’s silent for a moment, like she's thinking about her answer. “Kill.” She says.

“You kill?” He asks and she nods her head with a proud look on her face.

She didn’t exactly know how to communicate that the servant got in the way of her cranberries. She just simply got rid of the obstacle.

Sukuna looks down and sees that there is indeed blood staining the bottom of her yukuta. Sukuna smiles, proud of her actions.

Then, you popped into his head. You were the exact opposite of these two. And he already knows that you would not be happy.

“Okay, don’t tell mom.” “Tell mom?” “No.” “I tell mom.” “I just said no.” “Mom!” “Shut it!” “No, you.”

Sukuna covers her mouth, his hand covering most of her face. He stands up, picking her up in the process. He looks around, looking for any sign of you.

He was relieved that you didn’t hear what was going on.

“Listen. You don’t say a word, and I’ll get you your favorite chocolate.” Her eyes lit up and she nodded her head. “Alright, good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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mountainsandmayhem · 1 month

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Happy Easter, Joel Miller

18+

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel’s secret sweet tooth inspires a little Easter surprise.

CW: 18+, MDNI. Food play. Praise. Oral (f! Receiving), Established relationship.

AN: this is absolutely not edited or proof read. Just enjoy it, ok! Haha.

Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but Joel Miller LOVES chocolate. He has secret stashes of chocolate hidden around the house and in his work truck.

Easter brings his favourite chocolates - mini eggs. The candy coating crunches and then you get to that delicious milk chocolate middle.

“God damn, I love you.” He says to a handful of mini eggs the Saturday night of Easter weekend. And that’s enough to spark a surprise for tomorrow.

Sunday afternoon, Joel heads off to do his usual routine. He likes to wash his work truck and stop at the store for waters and Gatorade for his crew cooler. In the 40-ish minutes he’s gone you race to melt some chocolate and then make a trail of small foil wrapped eggs to the kitchen.

You strip down to just a pastel coloured thong and climb up onto the table. You place more eggs around you and then when you hear his truck pulling onto the driveway, you drizzle warm melted chocolate along your body.

A line up one thigh, a curved line from one hip to your ribs in the other side. Drips along the swell of your breasts. As he opens the door you lay back on the table and wait.

“I’m back, babe.” He calls as he toes off his boots. “Oh, chocolates!”

He sounds like a little kid and you giggle quietly at how fucking cute this broad and grumpy man can be sometimes.

“What’s going on here babe?”

You laugh and yell, “follow the trail. There’s a delicious surprise at the end.”

You hear him padding along the hardwood floor. Your body breaks out in goosebumps as you wait excitedly, chocolate covered nipples turning into stiff peaks. As he comes around the corner he sees you. His eyes go wide, mouth dropping before a devious grin crosses his face.

“Oh fuck. You look….fuck…” rendering him speechless is your favourite thing to do. You bite your bottom lip while smiling up at him from the table.

“Hungry?” You say mischievously.

Joel’s gaze goes from awe to pure lust as he stalks over to the table, planting his strong hands beside you and leaning his face close to the chocolate across your stomach.

He practically growls, “Fucking starving, babygirl,” before laying a long, warm lick across your stomach. He laps up all the chocolate, twirling his tongue and kissing until it’s clean. You’re writhing under him as he moves to the chocolate along your arm.

“Mmm, so sweet and soft.” He hums before moving to the melted deliciousness that’s coating your hard nipples.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself,” he says through kisses down your heaving chest.

“Please, Joel,” you moan, your hand going to rub your clit over your thong.

Joel grabs your wrist to stop you. “Not yet, baby. Gotta get you all clean first,” he sucks one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue to clean it. Your back arches, a sign that you want more. “You’re so amazing.”

Once it’s clean he rolls your wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger and moves his soft lips to your other nipple. He suckles on that one gently while pinching and pulling the other.

“Oh god, that feels so good, Joel.” That familiar fire starts in your belly and you start to wonder if you could cum from just him teasing your nipples.

He bites down gently, pinching the other with equal pressure and you cry out in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. After letting go he peppers your breasts with feather light kisses.

“I need you, Joel. Please,” you whine, canting your hips towards the air.

He walks to the head of the table and sits in his chair. His voice comes out like dark molasses as he says, “Slide down to me, baby.”

You prop yourself onto your elbows and shimmy down the table to him. He sits back, eyes watching the wet spot that’s soaked through your light thong.

“She’s needy,” he says deeply.

You slid until your ass is right at the edge of the table, him between your legs. He has chocolate on his beard and corners of his lips and you fight the urge to lick it off.

“I’m going to clean off this thigh. And then slide that sexy little underwear to the slide and give your beautiful puffy pussy what she needs.”

You nod and chant ‘yes please’ like it’s a church prayer. He uses his teeth and tongue to clean your thigh and the second it’s clean he pulls your panties to the side roughly, you make eye contact for a brief second, his eyes practically obsidian with lust before he dives in.

Immediately sucking your needy clit into his mouth, the rough tip of his tongue flicking it passionately.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

He releases your soft skin with a pop. “Already?” He smirky cockily, three fingers now teasing your entrance.

“Please Joel.” Your voice is a needy whine as your body jerks and twitches under his attention.

“Ok, my love. Stay still for me. Let me get my fingers in,” his voice is calm and commanding. You slow your breathing and let your knees fall open further as he works his thick fingertips in. “That’s it. Good girl. Make room for me.”

“Oh shit. More. Please. More.” You close your eyes and get lost in him and the euphoric state he’s putting you in.

“There she goes,” he says as his fingers push all the way in. He curls them forward and you feel it immediately, your orgasm right on the edge. He sucks your sensitive bud back into his mouth and you’re done for. Pleasure ripples through you as he pumps his fingers and flicks at your clit.

Between licks he mumbles praise into the velvety skin of your pussy. “Good girl. So beautiful. That’s it.”

As you come down from your high he slides his fingers out of you and then stands up, lifting you into his arms and walking to the bedroom as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Happy Easter, Joel Miller,” you whisper into his neck.

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Could you do a like heavy smut where Bucky receives a video and has been on. Edge from all the teasing and finally does something about it please!!!

Message Received

Note: hope you don’t mind that I made this a little AU with ceo!Bucky x reader haha

warnings: f!masturbation, mentions of toys, praise, pet names, choking, smut, 18+ to interact

summary: You send Bucky a video

tag list: @littlelightnings @getwellsoontana @elle14-blog1 @avengetheunnatural @potatothots

When Bucky receives a message from you, he’s in the middle of a meeting.

Leaning back in his chair as his team presented the new stats for the end of the quarter. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t bored. So, when he feels his phone vibrate on his thigh, he is quick to grab it from his slacks and angle it under the table from prying eyes.

His lips twitch wanting to display a smile when he notices your name on top notifying that you had sent the message and his thumb unlocks his phone.

And what he sees has him immediately sitting up straighter, eyes slightly wide.

“Mr. Barnes, do you have a question?” One of his employees who was part of the finance department speaks up and all heads turn to him. He mentally curses and shakes his head, flashing a charming smile through clenched teeth.

“No, no, please, continue.” He hums and they follow his orders, everyone returning their attention back to the projection screen.

But not Bucky.

No, his blue eyes flick down to his lap. His slacks tighter around his thighs as he looks at the photo you’ve sent him.

The camera is pointed at the mirror across the bed and shows you laying on your back in bed. Your long legs pointed up to the ceiling as you show your ass to the mirror. The flash from your camera gives a glare but Bucky can clearly see the dildo stuffed between your puffy folds and even though he couldn’t see your face he knew you had a cheeky smile.

What a fucking tease.

His phone vibrates again and he scrolls to see the new message and bites his lip from groaning. It’s a video.

He doesn’t dare play it. Not as his finance department drones on about numbers and compares previous quarter statistics.

But he can’t stop looking at his screen, the temptation as the stilled video doesn’t show much difference from the photo you had sent two minutes ago other than that now your legs are spread and your hand had a grip on the end of the toy that was deep in your pussy.

You’re going to kill him.

Because normally, with his company, he’s the last to leave the conference. Giving charming smiles to each of his employees as he thanks them for their hard work.

But not today, as soon as it’s done, he’s gone. Not stopping until he’s back inside the safety of his office where he can lock the door and close the blinds and play the video.

He’s still hard from the pretty picture you’ve sent so as he leans back in his office chair his metal hand can’t help but palm the tent in his slacks as he finally presses play.

He had to turn down the volume of his phone just in case anyone would walk by but your pretty whines and moans still get to him. His eyes glued to his tiny phone screen as you spread your legs and cry his name.

He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath as you move the dildo in and out of you, the soft vibrations of the toy mixing with the sounds of your slicked pussy nearly have him foaming from the mouth.

You really are a tease. Working yourself up while he was away.

His tongue glides over his lips as you arch your back, the hand you use to hold the phone to point at the mirror across from the bed shakes as the whines that fall from your lips get higher.

It makes him wish he was home, so that he could kneel over the side of you. Be the one to hold onto the toy as he kisses down your neck and make you come undone.

Your thighs begin to shake and your hips buck to meet your own movements and Buck is thinking about leaving for the day. What excuse he can make to go home.

“Bucky,” your mewl makes him groan. “Not the same, not as good as you-” you babble and tell him exactly what he needs to hear to nearly cum in his pants.

And then the video stops.

And his face drops, sitting up right with wide eyes. “What?” he immediately searches for a new message from you but there isn’t a part two and he is about to call you when a knock is made on his door.

“Buck?” He recognizes Steve’s voice and he groans again but not in pleasure as he stands up, fixing his slacks before opening the door to his blonde best friend and V.P.

Steve gives him a smile, not realizing the inner turmoil going through Bucky as he walks into the young CEO’s office. “I thought we could meet up with Sam before heading to our two o’clock meeting.” Steve says and Bucky knows he can’t leave.

And it’s true. He ends up in meetings for the rest of the day while looking at his phone every now and then for another message from you.

But there isn’t any.

So when seven comes around he’s rushing to leave. To get back home to you.

“Wait a minute, Bucky!” Steve’s voice calls out to him and stops him in the parking lot. “Everyone’s agreed to go for drinks tonight-” and Bucky hates to turn down his friends and co-workers but he’s already shaking his head because he has somewhere to be.

“Sorry, I cant-” he’s already coming up with an excuse when Steve interrupts him with a smile and raises his phone screen to Bucky.

It takes a moment to register what he’s reading but then his mouth drops as he recognizes the texts are from you to Steve agreeing to go out tonight.

You little minx.

You can text Steve but not send him another message for the whole day?

“We’ll see you both at Bullseye around nine?” Steve hums happily already back tracking to his own vehicle and Bucky’s eyes narrow nodding his head curtly.

When Bucky makes it home, his tie gets discarded on the back of the couch as he climbs up the stairs. He can hear you humming and finds you in the bathroom getting ready to go out.

You’re partially clothed, tights and a bra, when you notice Bucky through the mirror. The top buttons of his dress shirt have come undone and expose his chest and his sleeves are rolled up his elbows.

“Hey-” you start your greeting with a smirk but Bucky’s stopping you before you can continue. His eyes dark as he turns you around smashing his lips to yours.

His hands find their way down your back and to your ass, playfully squeezing and earning a squeak from you as he presses you against the counter.

“Do you know what you did to me today?” He grumbles biting your lip in the kiss and earning a moan from you as he quickly discards his shirt.

Bucky’s hands grab the back of your thighs and swiftly sits you on top of the counter, your make-up clattering to the side and into the sink as his lips kiss their way down your neck. “Bucky-” you feel his hands brush your inner thighs and you feel a warmth begin to spread through your body. “I’m-” the sound of fabric tearing resonates through the bathroom and your jaw drops.

Bucky had torn a hole in your tights, right between your thighs.

And before you can complain, you feel his fingers push your panties to the side and enter your slicked heat in one motion. He doesn’t waste time to curl his fingers just right and it entices a loud moan from your mouth that makes him smirk.

Your hands find refuge on the counter, fingers curling around the edge as he adds another digit. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” he groans and you gasp as he brushes the sweet spot inside of you. “I bet you did it on purpose,” he grunts and his fingers stretch and fill you faster as his words fueled his movements.

You can’t respond coherently as the sounds of your gasps and moans mix with the sounds of his hand between your soft thighs. Your mind begins to fog up in pleasure and Bucky’s marking your neck with his lips. “You know I was in a meeting when you sent that photo and video?” He hums, his breath fanning over your ear and causing you to shiver in response.

“Please,” you gasp not sure what you’re pleading for exactly but all you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop. You could feel the coil in your abdomen expanding as you clenched around his long fingers. “Im gonna-” your back arches as his thumb connects to your clit, rubbing messy circles against your bundle of nerves as he keeps up his pace.

“You going to cum, Bunny?” he asks and you whine, head tilting back against the mirror as you feel your thighs shake. “Go on, make a mess on my hand, baby.” He coos and you see white. Your orgasm hitting you hard as you gush around his fingers with a wail.

And Bucky doesn’t stop. “Good girl,” he praises as he helps you through your orgasm, taking pleasure in the way your body twitches as he continues to play with your sensitive clit.

Your eyes are hazy as you feel him slip his fingers from you and you can’t help but whine at the loss of connection. “Did you think we’re done, Bunny?” And your eyes flicker from his dark smile to his belt he was undoing.

Your legs feel numb but your pussy throbs in need as you watch Bucky free himself from his boxers. His cock curving up to his abdomen, thick and long with pre-cum already forming around the head.

And he settles between your legs, his dark eyes taking in your glossy eyes and parted lips with a chuckle. He pulls your panties to the side again and rubs the tip of his cock along your folds. Smearing your essence along his length and relishing in your whimpers as his tip bumps your clit a few times teasingly.

His hand comes to rest on your pelvis and in one swift movement, he slides in. His thick and long cock stretching you more than his fingers and the dildo ever could.

It has your eyes rolling back as his thumb rubs your overstimulated clit as he fills you up. Your hand grasping his wrist as your mouth drops open and a sinful moan falls from your lips from the feeling.

His hips meet the back of your thighs finally and you shudder underneath him. You will never get used to the feeling of being full of him and your walls squeeze his veiny shaft as you try to accommodate his size with a huff as his hands shift you around.

He moves you so your ass is hanging off the counter and his arms wrap under your knees, pressing your legs closer to your chest. The new angle has you both groaning since with each thrust, he slides deeper and causes you to clench around his length.

“There we go,” he groans lowly, pushing into you over and over, picking up the pace with each thrust. “So good for me,” he praises and you whine from the back of your throat, gasping with each rock of his hips.

The coil in your abdomen doesn’t take long to grow since your first orgasm had passed. “Just swallowing me up, huh?” He taunts and you can feel your essence cream around his base as he bullies his cock further into your wet heat. “Is this what you did when you played with your toy?” He hums and you clench around his shaft at his words.

The tip of his cock brushes the gummy spot inside of you and you clench your eyes closed as Bucky works you up again.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you?” Bucky’s tone is dark as he thrusts harder, his hands clutching your hips tighter as he pounds into you. “Didn’t give me a full video,” he growls and your toes curl as he jabs your sweet spot again and again.

“Bucky-“you feel a twist in your abdomen and your fingers grip the counter harder.

Bucky’s hand finds a home around your throat and he squeezes as he fucks you harder. “You going to cum again?” He teases and you hold onto his wrist as his other hand continues to press your knee to your chest. “Come on then, give it to me. Cream all over my cock.” He growls and you cry out.

Your body shaking as your orgasm overwhelms you. Your eyes rolling back as you do just as he commands and soak his cock with your slick.

“That’s it, so pretty,” his coos are muffled under your racing heartbeat. His hips still rutting into you and helping you through your second release. Your thighs shake on either side of him and Bucky can’t help but think you look so cute with your eyes rolled up and tongue hanging from your lips in pleasure.

And as you continue to choke his cock, his thrusts grow sloppier with his release rushing over him as you start to come back from yours.

“O-oh fuck,” it’s the only warning you get besides the stutter of his hips as his head drops down to your shoulder and he pushes his cock as deep as he could get it. You keen at the movement and feel his cock twitch inside you before you feel him paint your walls white as rope after rope of his cum shoots from his tip inside of you.

He shudders with a groan of your name as he keeps you pressed to him, filling you up.

And he doesn’t move to leave you right away either. Both of you catching your breath as his thumbs rub your hips softly before finally sliding out.

You go to move off the counter but Bucky’s hands stop you. His eyes on your puffy folds smeared with his and your cum. His eyes are half lidded in satisfaction at the sight and your cheeks burn red as he pulls your panties back in place so nothing drips out.

“Bucky!” You say his name but his eyes flicker to his watch before giving you another dark smile.

“No, you’re going to keep my cum in place since you told Steve we’d go out.” He hums and your blush darkens at his choice of punishment.

He already fixing his belt as he looks over at you again. “And if you behave, I’ll lick you clean when we get back.”

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland x FemReader | Maid Milker

“No. No way! I’m not selling myself just so you can get more thirsty perverts bothering me!”

Since it had recently been discovered that you were the only female in a college meant for boys you could hardly breathe without someone openly creeping on you. First it was just students staring longingly, before it started becoming confessions, and then open stalking. There was even an official fan club that made a point to broadcast every single part of your life private or not. There was no filter. So of course when one of the few people who you had an established friendship (kinda) asked you to exploit just that.

“Awwww, shrimpy! Don’t you wanna work with me? We’d have so much fun!”

He leaned his head on yours letting more of his weight weigh on you as you struggled to keep up right.

“I’d love to but not in a maid dress! Do you know how bad those things can be for girls like me?”

“What could possibly be stopping you other than the overwhelming support of your club?” Jade interjected slyly picking at the fact that you had a literal fan base that would praise you for simply walking.

“Not. My. Club. And panty shots.”

“Easy fix. We can invest in some shorts.” Azul, confident he pushed his glasses up and shrugged; you grimaced.

“I’d have to shave.”

“Stockings.”

“Those get hair?” Floyd directed at his brother who tilted his head. “Apparently.”

“Ugh harassment.”

“Do you even have to ask? Jade and Floyd.”

“Ugh. What about...my dignity!” You hated that this was you picking at straws here.

“The whole lounge will be on the same rules as you and what's wrong with a student earning some much needed cash. If people think it’s so funny you’re working so hard it’d behoove them to help out of pity.”

“Hmmm...” you brought your index and thumb to your chin in hopes that it could come up with some other reason why this wouldn’t work. Finding that you couldn’t find one you saw no problem agreeing as long as you cleared some things up.

“I get paid and I keep all my tips?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone I ask to be removed for behavior will be removed?”

“Of course.”

“...and I get to keep the costume.”

“...”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Well...”

“Azul!”

“Okay okay. It’s yours.”

“Thank you, well then I’ll gladly be in your service.”

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"I'm surprised you let that go, Azul." The eel-mer spoke without looking up from the modal he was counting, sporting his typical smile.

"Patience, Jade. We don't need golden eggs when we have the goose." Azul reassured writing in his ledger with a confident tone.

"What goose?" Floyd was leaned over the couch behind Azul.

"Its a land expression, you should have covered that in literature already."

"We did but someone wasn't in the mood to listen for the whole of it."

"He~he."

The octo-mer didn't look up from what he was writing but he did stop to speak seriously to the eel.

"If we want this plan to work though you'll need to be in the mood to listen...can you do that at least."

"He~he I'm always in the mood when Shrimpy's involved!"

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“Haha, I can’t belie-haha-you agreed to this!”

Ace was having a field-day, as you expected but you had thrown out your embarrassment and were going to proudly wear your themed maid outfit in purple and black.

“Shut up Ace! Before I spit in your drink!”

You whispered the last bit as Jade strongly asked that you refrain from giving any fluid of yours without having paid for the service specifically. Feeling satisfied as Ace held his hands up in submission you looked at Deuce who looked at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth as he looked at your outfit.

“Got something to say, Deuce?”

You mockingly taunted him in case he thought about hopping on the bully-(Y/n) bandwagon. He continued to flutter before he finally gathered himself looking down then up at you.

“I-uh, like your stockings.” He gulped, diverting his attention for awhile before returning to its latest focus. You immediately perked, balancing the trey to let your hand slide past the fluff of your dress to pull at the fabric.

“Like it? I was originally going to go with tights that went up all the way-“ you let go causing the strap to slap against the plush of your thigh, adding emphasis to your statement. “But I decided these jock-straps were too cute to pass up.”

You dismiss yourself walking back to the kitchen as Deuce blushes full force as he replays the whole interaction in his mind. Not just your words but the prideful look in your eye as you snapped the strap against your thigh, leaving the Heartslabyul student reeling with his imagination. Just across from him, Ace too was replaying the view of you walking away. It was just too easy.

“Hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave.”

He had to come here every night.

“Oh, here’s your underwater mocha and your sweet oyster tart.”

Riddle couldn’t help looking, it was what everyone was here to do anyway. But that was why he came: to make sure everyone was doing just that. So why was it so much worse for him when that was all he could do.

“A-and you're sure this is consensual?”

“Yeah, no worries. Besides, the modal I’m getting for this will have me and Grim eating happily for days!”

“If foods what your worried about, I’d gladly put some on your plate.”

The baker spoke smoothly talking in that calming voice everyone relaxed at totally masking the true intention.

“I appreciate that Trey but with your sweets I’d definitely pack on a few and I don’t need that.” You joked, oblivious to the green and orange eyes flickering to your stomach and thighs before flashing such charming smiles.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind that at all (Y/n).”

“I agree, (Y/n). You’d look stunning, even if you racked on a hundred more.”

“Aw gee thanks guys!”

You couldn’t deny you felt an intensity when they spoke your name but you couldn’t focus on whatever heat they might have spurred especially when you were being called to serve your next order.

“Oh sorry guys, I have to go now. Enjoy your drinks and treats.”

You scurried off only for Riddle to make an interesting discovery. “For only 2,000 madol you can have your waiter hand feed you? I-it’s better that we check and make sure this er-practice is healthy or not, yes?”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” “Count me in, boss.”

“You have some nerve accepting business from the fish.” Leona spoke in his gruff voice immediately having you reel back to his table. In the booth he sat on the cushion by himself with the other being shared by Jack and Ruggie. You nervously laughed as you waited for Ruggie to finally speak after eying you up and down.

“And how much would you be willing to do this for?”

You laughed at him, thinking he was joking when his sky blues were staring unwavering right back at you. Recovering you thought for a moment.

“I guess it would be a lot, not including whatever liberties I’ll even allow. But it’s not like anyone would pay for me to actually do something like this.”

You nervously chuckled only for the knowing smirks spread on Leona and Ruggie's face as you once again realized this was no joke. With a cough from the forgotten guest you looked at Jack who seemed to fidget as he blushed.

“While I don’t think you're anywhere near the level being a maid, you still look...very pretty.”

“Aww thank you Jack!” You struck a pose with a heart before walking off to attend your duties leaving Ruggie to relentlessly be smacked by the wagging of Jack’s tail not seeming to mind as he dazed off to watch you work.

“Oh manifique mademoiselle trickster you’ve rendered me a slave to your beauty and I’m floored to witness you in such a state!” As dramatic and as loud as Rook could be he never failed to make you blush at his compliments as you tried to take the tables order down.

Vil looked off to the side, eying an occupied twin at the bar before turning to look up at you. Smoothly he twirled his fingers around the lace of your maid dress lightly brushing against the now exposed skin of your thigh.

“I didn’t realize you liked to play dress-up (Y/n)...” you blubbered trying to find another topic as his light playing turned into suggestive pulling before you bashfully pushed down your dress.

“Next time you do we’ll have a private fashion show (Y/n), that way you can really learn how to play your role...properly.”

Regrettably Epel never properly spoke to you; he was too interested in the way the apron and dress hugged your body. Making certain to burn it into his memory for an apple carving later for at least he’d be allowed to lick that version of you.

“(Y/n)!!”

Shouting as if he hadn’t just sat with you in science class, he launches himself at you immediately causing you to spill a drink you were carrying for another table. Eventually breaking from his hug, thanks to Jamil he begins to apologize.

“Aw I’m so sorry (Y/n)! I’ll pay for it and I’ll take you to eat here.”

He seems so happy and with a smile like that you struggled with what to say, thankfully Jamil had that covered he pulled out a hanky he kept on hand.

“Can’t you see Kalim, she’s working right now. And you ruined her appearance.”

“I did? How? You look perfect to me.”

“Aww thanks Kalim.”

Distracted by his musings you almost missed how Jamil kneeled down to rub at the sugary residue on your thighs. Gulping down a blush he tried his best to clean, even though it made no progress at all and he knew that.

“Heheeh Jamil that tickles! I appreciate the help but no worries. In fact I’ll get you two seated right away.”

You guided the two to an empty booth completely unaware of the sorrowful face Kalim was pulling as Jamil pocketed the handkerchief. With a playful flick of his tongue Jamil hurried ahead as Kalim caught up.

Idia was hardly keeping it together seeing you run around taking orders from customers and running around with food on a tray had fueled the fantasy of the cliche maid cafe. He was practically already dying from the sheer amount of noise and extroverts that had gathered here but he most certainly was revived in some strange way to see you in your maid uniform. He refused to bring Ortho with him as this was his special mission on high difficulty and he didn't want Ortho tainted by your succubus charm, of course not because you might be discovered by yet another love rival. When you finally did run up to him a delicious sheen of sweat coated your arms and your forehead wonderfully accompanied but the sticky residue a drink must have made on your thighs-oh seven your thighs it sent him into another frenzy as he was barely able to recite his order.

“Oh, you want the ocean blue smoothie?”

He nodded.

“With the lip mark and a quarter drunk?”

He nodded again.

You looked at him for a bit before shrugging. ‘Everyone at some point must want to feel less lonely.’

So in front of him in the most secluded booth there was you bringing his drink and reapplied your matching lipstick before happily indulging in India’s drink. He didn’t realize you’d do it in front of him! But he wasn’t complaining, all the more grateful for his hidden body-cam as he watched your throat bob drinking his drink. He left happily holding the to-go cup that had your lip marks on it. He was going to...cherish the trophy for a successful mission.

Lilia traversed through enough of the internet to know about the anime-maid-obsession. He won’t lie, for awhile he too was intrigued before moving on but seeing you pad around in such a cute replica reignited it for him.

“It’s a shame you aren’t in-character that way you would have had to do what your master said!”

“Hehe, well than Master Lilia, here's your Pearl Gray iced tea.”

The joking you did with him made the old fae quite excited but he could handle himself until he got back to his dorm. Yes he could wait till he was in his lonesome. He could wait until then to imagine how helpless you’d be under him as he rearranged your guts on the dining table for mocking your master. So all he did was giggle and wink because he was grown. And that’s just what grown fae do. Wait until later to enact his desires.

Malleus didn’t understand why you were wearing such attire and he didn’t appreciate the way it made everyone ogle you like you were free for the taking. It upset him but anger was quelled when from his position he could smell you so clearly and the tightness of your uniform made it all the more appealing to watch. He was angry but when you happily flashed the cuff links he gifted you his anger subsided...kind of. If you were willing to show this much to the general populace than surely you’d have something far more intimate to show him. With that he indulged in his beverage excusing the involuntary flip of your skirt as moved to serve your guests.

Silver did see you in the maid outfit, if only briefly before getting comfortable enough to snooze again. But being awoken to a soft but forceful hold on your head does something. Grasping the crown of his head, nails barely grazing his scalp was a feeling he hadn’t expected to invoke such a reaction out of him. He did moan but thankfully it seemed normal enough that you didn’t question it when he sat upright.

“I’m glad I caught you, that would have been an awful waste of madol. Now Sebek, did you want anything?”

Oh he did want something, to chew you out over your wild attempts to flaunt yourself for all these men and for failing to properly woo his master. But that was before you reached past him to stop Silver from falling in his sleep into his drink. You successfully caught the human, completely oblivious to the half fae you inadvertently shoved your chest into. He’s probably suffocating but is he going to stop you while you right his fellow guard from falling? No! Especially not when you smell so good-and this--this is a part of his training! Yes! To be able to withstand the wiles of a human female for the sake of his master. Right! But it seems he’s failed this time as he won’t be able to properly utter a sentence until he’s forgotten the softness he nearly suffocated in.

“Uh-uhm-uh-er-“

“I’ll just get you some water, hun.”

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Finally draping yourself over the couches armrest you let out an exasperated sigh. On your feet all day, running around playing maid for everyone in the Monstro Lounge was beyond exhausting. You were glad it was the end. You walked into the office where Azul seemed to have finished organizing his contracts. Sitting in a nearby chair and on the floor respectively was Jade and Floyd. They smiled at you as your tiredness showed nodding at them before leaning playfully into Azul. Breath tickling his ear you asked.

“Now can I have my pay? My hour’s up.” You yawned, leaning your head onto his shoulder as his face bloomed a concerning shade of red.

“I-it’s l-late isn’t it? Don’t you want to stay the night.?”

You yawned again. “No why?”

Jade slid in behind you letting you lean back on him as he swayed you through the door and near a storage area.

“We can all see it, we've worked you dry, (Y/n). So take this time to sleep and I’ll take you back in the morning.”

Floyd appeared tossing a Monstro lounge t-shirt that was way too many sizes big for you. Looking at their sharp smiles you relented, excusing yourself to change before returning and happily passing out on whoever’s bed they guided you to.

In the meantime the three stood menacingly over your abandoned maid outfit. Jade pulled out a checklist and Azul got his wand ready.

“Now who is on the top priority list for a copy.”

“Not including us, Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud, and oddly enough Neige Leblanche.”

“Alright then."

“Let’s get started then.”

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 7 - A Thousand Flowers Could Bloom

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: It was inevitably going to happen...

artwork credit @colettebronte

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, mild dom/sub undertones, frottage, dirty talk, light hair pulling and biting, vaginal sex.

Word Count: 4.3k (longest chapter to date, haha, is anyone surprised..)

Authors Note: A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, passions between Benedict and reader finally boil over. Yup, yup, the movie fades to black on the sex scene... I am not lolol. Please skip this chapter if you want to keep your reading PG-13/12A rated. There is no real plot here. Sorry it has taken me so long to write this; I got so nervous. Still not sure I like this very much. Thanks to ColetteBronte for the read through. Anyway, I hope you enjoy <3

It's a blur as the kiss deepens; Benedict’s tongue glances yours, a tentative swipe before entwining. Something sweeps through your being, throwing you overboard, tossing you into a tsunami wave, your mind reeling as your hands stay limp by your side, still taken by surprise this is happening.

“Ben,” you stutter breathlessly when he withdraws fractionally.

“Don’t,” he growls, “don't you dare use that big brain of yours; just shut up.” His thumb is heavy on your cheek as he cups your jaw. “Just shut the fuck up for once in your bloody life.”

So, for once, you do just that. Letting your hands do the talking, looping around his neck to pull him back to you. That is the permission he needs, and suddenly, you are being spun around and pressed into your own hallway wall, him bearing the whole length of his being into you. You feel like you are drowning in him. He is all you can see, smell, and breathe.

Then, he obliterates every thought you have. Hunching down mid-kiss, he insinuates a warm thigh between your knees. Then he stands up straight, the meat of his substantial quad muscle snagging the seam of your sleep shorts, your clit mashed into your public bone, throbbing.

You mumble a curse into his mouth as his fingers locate the tab on your hoodie. The only sound is the slow release of the zip as he tugs it down and your own shallow panting over his lips as he does so. He smiles dangerously as the material parts, dropping it off your shoulders to the floor so you stand in tiny shorts and a white vest.

There is a noise in the back of his throat as his eyes sweep down briefly, lingering on your peaked nipples, then slender fingers wrap around the crest of your hipbones and flex, indicating he wants you to move. To ride the thigh that he has you dangling upon, up on your tiptoes.

“Use me,” he mutters like velvet. “Go ahead.”

“I….” You seem almost incapable of speech, too strung out on the tidal wave of chemicals racing around your body. “…need sex, please,” aware it sounds reedy.

He unwinds your hands from around his neck and pins them to the wall at shoulder height.

“Ride my leg, and then we will have sex,” he orders slowly, a knowing smirk on your cheekbone. “Come on; you don't think I can tell how much you need it?” He places a hot kiss on your skin. “You've been aching to come since you straddled me hours ago; don’t deny it.”

Fuckkkk….

This is what his ex, Gen, meant all those years ago. ‘Knees weak, pussy strong’ is how she paraphrased what he could do to her. You thought it was her exaggerating; now you realise it wasn’t. It’s like he’s a different person to the Ben that you know, but fuck if it isn't blisteringly hot.

So when he relinquishes your wrists, you wrap around him again, undulating on his leg, pressing your cheek into his, the friction of the layers of fabric adding to your arousal. It feels so good you speed up, grasping his neck.

“Yes, that’s it,” he pants approvingly in your ear, gripping your hips again in encouragement. With every stroke, you bump against a solid mass in his jeans, which makes you feel frantic and impatient for more. To come, to fuck, to do everything he will let you.

“Ben…” his name like honey, tumbling from your lips in your heightened state. You are too cowardly to lean back and look at him, see yourself reflected in his eyes; it feels too much like admitting this is real. Or perhaps you’re simply worried it will break this fevered spell, that he will put a stop to it, leaving you throbbing and bereft.

“Stop thinking,” he drawls, his breath hot on your temple, intuiting you are disappearing too much into your thoughts again, your pace slowing as you slide on him. He squeezes your hips roughly to the point you squeak. “Do you want me to order you to do it?” the voice lethally low. “Is that what you want?”

“I… I…” words fail. You have no idea.

He pulls back to cradle your jaw again, tilting your face to look at him. His hazy blue eyes are dilated to inky black, and his lips are flushed dark pink. “Y/n,” slow, sensual, rumbling from his ribcage, his fingertips warm on your cheeks. “When I tell you to do something, I mean it. Do it.” His thumb swipes your bottom lip. “Right now.”

“Help me,” it’s a desperate uncensored whisper.

“What do you need?” He smiles predatorily, his eyes sparkling in the low light.

“Hold me down; be firm,” confessing your desires. “Control me a bit.” You’ve never divulged that proclivity to any past lover, the craving for something with a hint of roughness, a light tussle. And yet, with your best friend, you can’t help but let it tumble out of you.

And perfect, perfect Ben, god, he obliges.

The hand on your hip digs in as the other slides around the globe of your bottom cheek, and you squeal as he spanks there with a harsh flick.

“I told you to ride my leg,” his directive clipped but somehow still laced with a laid-back bemusement, “so do it.”

It's so perfect you feel an urge to shake him and yell ‘yes’ and ‘this’. But instead, you bite your lip and do as bidden, riding the rough creases in his jeans, letting the texture catch your swollen clit in your thin cotton shorts. It feels so good you shudder, but still, you crave more.

“I want to ride your jeans naked.” Again, you cannot suppress your runaway tongue.

He makes a noise that is almost feral; a sizeable, warm hand slides up your spine underneath your vest, ruching the fabric until it snags on your breasts at the front. Without prompting, you release briefly to strip off the top, then immediately wind around him again like a vine. The soft cotton of his shirt snags delightfully on your nipples, and you can feel his body heat seeping through the thin material. Moaning your approval as his fingers splay wide, touching the sensitive skin of your lower back, right above your shorts.

“Take these off,” he runs a feathery touch above the waistband, the tone gruff and challenging.

He dips slightly and backs away a half pace, just enough to give you room to strip off the last of your clothing. He has not so much as undone a button, but the bulge in his jeans makes you swallow hard as you shimmy off your shorts. He probably wasn't expecting you to be without underwear, based on the noise he makes. You are grateful you have recently trimmed (for a failed date, as it turns out).

As your shorts hit the floor, he dives in for another mindblowing kiss. And before you know it, you are hauled back onto his thigh, completely naked, the denim feeling so perfect against your aching clit.

“You are so close, aren’t you?” he groans as your heat and wetness seep through his jeans, engulfing his quad.

All you can do in response is nod, mildly embarrassed, bury your face in his neck and move again in earnest, making faint noises into his skin. The drag of fabric on your engorged clit is so intoxicating you couldn't stop if you wanted to. He murmurs encouragements, touch searing your skin, just this side of painful; you will likely carry his fingermarks tomorrow.

“Come on, that's it,” he encourages, shifting his leg to increase your range of motion, pressing his erection into your hipbone as you crash into him.

Over and over, you ride, getting faster and faster, chasing the high that feels so tantalisingly close, your skin turning dewy with exertion, his body heat enveloping you. You need something to make you break, and he intuits it. One hand slides up your back to grasp the hair at the base of your skull.

“Give it to me,” he orders duskily, an untamed look in his eye, twisting his grip until your hair is taut against your scalp.

Then, the other hand leaves your hip and insinuates between your bodies, grabbing your breast and pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The rush of sensation, a little rough, just as you requested, hurls you past the edge you were skating. Convulsing on his leg, he keeps his hold on your hair and nipple as you snap. Eyes rolling closed as you cry his name and curse, coming so hard the world goes fuzzy. Shuddering and shaking, him moving to brace your body upright with him as you writhe.

“That's it, yesssss,” his victorious hiss in your ear is breathy and impressed.

There are a few moments of silence as you return to the room, so marvellously sated but somewhat mortified about what has just transpired.

“I…. I can't believe I did that,” you mutter into his skin, almost ashamed, even as your body still quivers from the best orgasm you can remember in many months.

“You were amazing,” he reassures into your ear.

“Don't ask me to look you in the eye,” you jest lightly, lips skimming his throat, unwilling indeed to meet his eye.

He chuckles, loosening his hold as he drops a kiss on your forehead.

“Are you honestly asking me to fuck you without looking at you?” he checks light-heartedly.

“I have an eye mask you can borrow,” you offer, giggling.

His responding laugh jiggles your whole body as he shifts to allow you back to your flat feet. Your leg muscles still twitching, still leaning into him for support.

“If you want to play with blindfolds, I am more than game,” he murmurs, cradling your face so you daren’t look away. This closeup and aroused he is a devastating sight, all cheekbones and blown pupils. And partnered with those words, in that hedonic tone, your insides are molten all over again.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

Before you know it, he picks you up effortlessly and strides across the hallway toward your bedroom door. This is a seismic shift in your friendship, but as he lowers you gently onto your bed, all you feel is elation. Butterflies in your gut as he climbs on top of you, still fully clothed.

“Ben, what do I have to pay to get you naked?” you grumble good-naturedly, tugging at the shirt around his shoulders, your usual banter flaring despite this surprising development.

He laughs as his lips land on your neck, warm and plush, kissing a line down to your collarbone that is all at once too much and not enough.

“I will get naked if you wear that blindfold you promised,” he jokes, your breath catching as you feel his chin stubble catch on the swell of your breast.

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head, smiling as he pouts up at you, eyes sparkling.

The fact that the playfulness is still there makes you feel light as air, floating on feathers, him holding your gaze and slipping lower so the tip of his nose brushes your nipple.

“I was right all those years ago,” he inhales almost lewdly. “You really do have a fantastic pair of tits.” He looks up at you from your chest through heavy lashes with that same deadly lopsided smile from years ago, the one he gave you on the train, and once again, it makes you flush from head to toe.

“Naked Bridgerton, now,” you riposte with faux scolding, raising an eyebrow.

This would have been a very effective response had he not chosen that precise moment to envelope your nipple into his mouth and suck hard, instead making you call out, eyes fluttering closed as your spine curls up off the bed, the heat and suction perfect. Swirling his tongue around and using an edge of teeth, swapping to the other side to do the same before you open your eyes. Then he kisses his way back up, claiming another fiery kiss. As you go to weakly protest again about him being too clothed, he sits up and whips the shirt off over his head instead of undoing it, throwing it aside as your eyes fall open.

“What the fuck?!” It's an unbidden but honest response to the sight before you.

In the low light cast by your bedside lamp, he is all defined, sculpted lines—a shape you didn't think real humans came in. He laughs slightly abashed as you keep staring, raising up onto your elbows to drink in the view. You know he is in shape from the feel of his body when you hug him, but just how buff momentarily stuns you.

“You look like a bloody Michelangelo sculpture,” you declare, compounding his coyness.

“If you keep this up, I'm not taking off my jeans,” he warns demurely, in a voice that is both amused and humble.

You mime zipping your mouth shut and throwing away a key as he leans in laughing and busses a brief kiss on your lips. Your hands map his tapered torso, revelling in the supple, warm skin and contoured, lithe muscles and the catch in his throat as you do so. You pull him down on top of you; the weight and warmth of his naked chest meeting yours makes you hungry in a way you haven't felt for years. Eventually, you reach the waistband of his jeans, circling to the front and rapidly flicking open the button of his fly. He squeaks quietly into your passionate kiss, taken aback by your boldness.

“No going back now,” you warn as you carefully lower the zip of his fly over his straining cock.

“I think that ship sailed when I felt your orgasm on my thigh,” he replies drolly, as your eyes briefly fall to the damp patch you left there, cheeks flushing.

His bravado falters when you push his jeans down his slim hips, delving inside the back of his underwear to grab the peachy solid mass of his bottom. He groans into your cheek, and his mouth finds yours again. There is a wave of body heat as you shimmy his underwear and jeans down his leg, unseen as you kiss almost artlessly. He takes over, squirming his way out of them until they are also flung off the bed. You don't see his cock, but he presses down onto you as soon as he is naked, and you feel it brand your thigh, sizeable and hot.

“Let me see,” you almost whine, petulant.

He huffs a laugh, grabs your wrist, and guides your hand between your bodies. There, nestled within a patch of lightly trimmed hair, you feel the steely warmth of his cock.

“Ben,” you stumble out as you encircle the heated mass, feeling a trickle escape your body as you begin to pump him lightly, a thumb swiping the sticky precum at his head, loving the way it makes him stutter and moan into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he sounds winded, pulsing under your fingers.

“Are you okay?”

“Sorry, it's been… uhh… ages since someone else touched my cock,” he rushes out, sheepish.

The honesty makes something melt behind your ribs; this wonderful, handsome man, still recovering from heartbreak, has not had sex in so long that you want to give him - your best friend - everything, a need to please him burning bright. Not wishing to dwell on consequences, what any of this might mean after tonight.

“What do you want, Ben?” you query softly as you pump his cock in your fist.

“You,” he answers sweetly, plainly, breathily, “just you.” He tilts his head and sighs into your neck. “It's been so long since I had sex that I'm not certain I can satisfy you. It’s why I made you to come before; I couldn't bear to leave you in need.”

The vulnerable admission, a true friend confiding in another, makes you crave him, this, even more. The glibness of your recent casual hookups thrown into stark relief in this singular moment of intimate honesty. It's what has been missing from sex since your breakup with Tom. The shorthand that comes from knowing someone so well artifice crumbles; them able to see through all the layers you can hide behind with strangers.

“I bet you are better than you think,” the need to reassure seizing you. “The way you took control earlier was exactly what I needed. Then there is this…,” you squeeze his cock a little, “...now I understand why Gen said she would miss you so much,” you add unabashed, enjoying the feel of his unseen demure smile against your jaw.

“So you liked when I took control?” he queries, shifting the subject.

“Oh god, yes,” you avow, a little frisson racing down your spine at the memory from moments earlier, your grip flexing around his cock as you do so.

“Do you want me to do it again?” his cadence lowers to something more decadent as he removes your hand and traps it on the pillow next to your head.

“Yes, please,” it’s almost too keen.

Again, the noise he makes is an elixir, elation coursing in your veins. His long fingers lacing with yours, holding you down firmly, his mass weightier as he bears you down onto the mattress.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he rumbles, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below your ear. Your reply in the affirmative is a shaky exhale, a skitter of excitement across your skin at the very idea. “What was that?” his tone suddenly brusque, pushing up to look down upon you, his eyes boring into yours as he surges his cock, branding your inner thigh.

“Yes,” you enunciate crisply, struggling against his control, even though it’s precisely where you want to be, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as his fingers sink further between yours, stretching your knuckles wide apart. He claims you in a vehement kiss, leaving you whimpering around his invading tongue, the tip of his cock rocking against your clit.

“Tell me you want me,” he orders, breath hot on your face, his hands still pinning you under him.

“I want you,” you answer reflexively, as simple and true as breathing.

He nuzzles your face, his cock sliding temptingly through your slick folds as you shudder, your pebbled nipples catching on the slab of his pectoral muscles, sighing shakily as he gently bites the shell of your ear. He surges his cock again, this time slipping lower, teasing your entrance, parting you with his tip. You inhale sharply at the warm mass, pressing insistently, not quite at the right angle to slip fully inside yet.

“Do you still have your IUD?” he asks quietly, the domineering mask slipping momentarily, releasing your wrists.

“Yes, just get inside me, please,” you respond, soft but fervent, raking fingertips down his back, loving the heated contours that flex as he moves to angle better.

Then, eleven years after you first idly thought of it on that drive down to London from Scotland, Benedict Bridgerton finally slides inside your body.

A blunt warmth spearing you open in a way that feels so good it makes your throat catch, and your eyes roll back in your head. A curse falls from you as he keeps going, finding your hilt as he bottoms out. The perfect fit, just the right side of an ache as you stretch around him. He exhales raggedly into your cheek and stills.

“Move please,” you implore, greedy for more, grabbing his bottom impatiently.

“Give me a moment,” he appeals, breaking persona again, the heat of his body cloaking yours.

“Please,” you coax gently, “Benedict.” You add, almost as an afterthought, using his formal name as if to underline the seriousness of your request.

He makes a noise and lifts to look down at you. “Call me that again,” he commands gravelly, overwrought.

“Benedict,” you repeat as if a tasty morsel you can’t resist.

He makes a hungry noise and withdraws slightly, surging back into you in a way that has your whole body rolling under him with the force of it. You groan, hands flexing on his body, your tongue pressing into the back of your front teeth, quelling the urge to call out how good it already feels.

Your walls cling to him as he sets a languid but perfect rhythm. Breathing each other's air, exploring damp skin, lips meeting repeatedly in loose, open-mouthed kisses. Once again, he grabs your hands and manoeuvres them above your head, holding you down, stretching your arms so your body cants up, your nipples grazing his chest.

“You have no idea how many times I've fantasised of this moment for so many years,” he rasps, making your breath hitch with his words and a change of angle that catches a new spot inside. “And yet, this is better,” he continues, dropping a kiss in your hair.

“Same,” you confess succinctly.

A triumphant crooked smile claims his face, and then he thrusts forcefully, wringing a loud moan from your lungs, your head smashing into the pillow as your hips tilt up in a silent request for more. Yearning for him to fuck you so hard that you feel a physical reminder; for your body to carry a tangible memory of it.

“You want more, don't you?” he intuits, pride colouring his tone.

“Yes,” you hiss, conscious he can read you effortlessly.

He snaps his hips in response, and you feel a tug deep inside where he nudges your hilt. It feels so good you gasp and fight to release your hands from above your head, desperate to grab his bum cheeks again and haul him deeper into you.

“Nuh-uh,” he chides bemused, shooting you a pointed look, “you do as I say, remember?”

You struggle underneath him, eyes blazing as you stare into his glassy pupils, telegraphing silently this is precisely what you want, making a show until you finally settle and curl your bottom lip under your teeth, nodding meekly as he restarts at a leisurely pace.

“Good girl.” He even winks.

Oh fucking hell.

Your pussy pulses around him, betraying how much you like that line.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he smirks, the smug, cocky persona he can slip into so easily fitting him like a glove. The ghost of Benedict-past rearing - that troublesome young playboy you recall from years ago.

He chuckles richly when you don’t give him the satisfaction of a verbal response, somehow the spectre of your younger, indignant self joining the party, too.

“Don’t forget: I can tell when you’re lying,” he murmurs into your jaw, still fucking you slow and thoroughly, sliding his lips down your neck, your collarbone, down to your nipple that he bites, making you cry out. “I know you of old…” he adds, pausing for you to catch the reference.

“Shakespeare…,” you stumble incredulously.

“Mmm hmm,” he confirms, tracing a teasing circle around your areola with the tip of his tongue.

“You quote Shakespeare while you fuck?!” your tone incredulous. “You don’t fight fair,”

He laughs again before silencing any retort you may have with another heated kiss, entwining your limbs, wrapping like a protective vine around you as he begins thrusting keenly. You move with him, uncaring how vocal you are, the need for more inexorable. You stare into each other's eyes as you move in perfect synchronism, faster and harder, grabbing flesh, whispered words and endless kisses. It’s never been quite like this before.

“Come for me again,” he pleads hotly, and you can see he is teetering close to the edge now, a little vein pulsing in his temple, his neck corded, a sheen over his body where his pace never wavers.

“So close,” you vow, needing just a little more friction to fall into that abyss again.

You groan as he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around them, then releases them with an obscene pop, guiding your wettened fingers between your bodies to the apex of your thighs, silently instructing you to touch yourself. Gasping and canting up into his body, your own slippery touch like a lightning rod on your clit. He growls as your pussy tightens around him responsively, feeling so huge as he ploughs into you.

Only a few flicks of your fingers and you are hurtling towards mindless bliss, eyes closing and body going taut, then snapping like a string as you peak, every fibre of your body fracturing as you call his name and constrict tight around his cock, fingernails leaving crescent shapes on his back as you float somewhere outside your body, mind blanking out in sheer pleasure.

Distantly, you hear him following you over, his grip almost punishing as he takes a few last frantic pumps, then stills, emptying deep inside, chanting your name into your neck as his whole body shudders and collapses on top of you.

As you flop back onto the mattress, your body sated, your thoughts race. Probably the best sex of your damn life. Even as he slides next to you, pulling you into his arms, your mind whirls until your scattered thoughts coalesce into one singular truth that makes you chew on your lip and frettingly stare at the ceiling - it was too good, too tender, too raw and honest for a first time. But all you want to do is repeat it. Over and over and over. Just never let him out of your bedroom. Except this is your best friend, and you have no bloody idea where you stand now.

Well… fuckity fuck.

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abitohoney · 1 year

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Sugar!Mommy Sevika in a modern AU just looking for someone to rail who can acommodate her kinks. 👀any thoughts?

Yes. Many thoughts, nonny. Many thoughts. But also, what about Sugar BABY Sevika? Hmm? What about that, nonny? I want to be her Sugar Momma. Spoil her with all the finer things as a reward for fulfilling my needs.

Haha. Just kidding! Actually, not really. I kinda want both scenarios, cause I'm an "and" kind of woman. I think I will write a separate one to cover the reverse. So for anyone interested in that, stay tuned! In the meantime, enjoy my thoughts on Sugar Mommy Sevika below the cut!

NSFW, MDNI, Explicit

I feel like even in a modern setting Sevika wouldn’t use an app to find a sugar baby. She’d want to scope out her options in person.

I could see her picking you up from a strip club she frequents where you instantly become one of her favorites. She likes the way you seem just as drawn to her as she is to you. How your eyes always lock on hers while you’re performing, despite the massive crowd to choose from.

After watching you for several nights (and tipping you very generously), she finally decides to make the request.

Sevika leans against the brick wall just outside the back entrance of the club, a cigarette tucked into the corner of her mouth.

As you step out through the door, a long coat covering your otherwise scantily clad body, you’re momentarily startled to find someone waiting there. Someone much larger than you. But the moment your eyes travel over the familiar curl of dark lips and meet those equally familiar gray eyes, relief washes over you.

“Hey there handsome!” you greet her cheerfully. “Hoping to get one more peek before I head home?” you tease, watching curiously as she pushes off the wall and comes to stand before you.

She tosses her cigarette to the ground, putting it out with the toe of her boot as she chuckles lowly.

It’s the first time you’ve heard her voice. It makes your stomach flutter and your core warm. It sounds so wonderfully deep and sultry. Just as sexy as she is.

“Actually, I was hoping to get more than just a peek,” she replies with more than a hint of a suggestive undertone. Her eyes drop to the bit of cleavage peeking out from beneath your coat before drifting back up to your smile.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with a flirtatious lilt. You take your bottom lip between your teeth and let your eyes drink in the sight before you as well. Your gaze travels up the length of her muscular body, intentionally slow. You want her to notice. “What did you have in mind?”

“I could use a pretty girl like you in my bed,” she replies smoothly, running the back of a thick finger over one of your warm cheeks, which only heats further at the touch.

The thrill that races up your spine is electric. And as if her request wasn’t enticing enough, she easily closes the deal with her offer for payment.

“I’d pay any price. You name it, sweetheart.” Her finger slides beneath your chin, tilting your head back to keep your gaze locked as she ghosts the pad of her thumb over the plush of your bottom lip. “Anything your heart desires.”

Your breath catches in your throat and your heart skips a beat.

How could you possibly refuse?

You assume it will just be a one-night thing. That she'll simply have her way with you, you'll receive a generous payment, and then that will be the end of it. But as you’re lying in her bed that night, mind blown and body covered in sweat, tears, and your own slick, she requests more. Much more. She wants you on call, ready to come to her bed at the drop of a hat. But you’re more than happy to give her anything she wants, whenever she wants it.

She works for some bigwig at a large corporation, so she pays you very well for each visit.

But it’s more than just money. She gifts you flowers, jewelry, fancy clothes, accessories, trinkets, and beautiful lingerie. She'll treat you to expensive dinners at high-end restaurants, and eventually, she even takes you on lavish vacations.

She proudly wears you on her arm whenever she goes out. Whether it’s going out for drinks or card games with the guys, or even just shopping, you’re at her side just beaming at all the sights and the attention you receive.

Brings you to every company dinner party dressed in the glittering dresses and sparkling jewelry she bought you. Has zero shame in how she openly smirks when she catches all the men staring in awe, and obvious jealousy.

But you'd be lying if you said you were only in it for the money and material things, or even the fun events. The way she gets that sexy, crooked smile every time she sees you, all the attention she gives you, the praise, the compliments, the touches, the possessiveness she has over you- all of it leaves you feeling high as a kite.

And the way she fucks you so damn good, leaving you completely satisfied every single time- that alone becomes an addiction you could never kick, even if you wanted to. It makes you wonder who is really servicing who in this arrangement.

With her strap still buried deep inside you, Sevika holds you against her sweat-slicked chest and hauls you up from the edge of the bed toward the headboard.

You wrap your legs around her slim waist and cling to her strong shoulders, still breathless and dizzy from your last orgasm. You try to look away when you mewl pathetically at the sudden stimulation caused by those movements, but those beautiful gray eyes of hers are locked on yours- and they're hungry.

She lies your head down on the pillows and grips the bottom of your thighs, pushing them against the sides of your chest and leaving you completely open to her. She lowers her head and brings her mouth to the soft junction where your neck and shoulder meet.

You're foolish to think she'll simply place a kiss there. You should know better after so many nights with her. Yet, when you feel her sink her teeth into your flesh, you can't help the surprised gasp that pulls from your throat. It quickly turns to a quiet whimper as she sucks and licks the mark, soothing the pain and replacing it with undeniable pleasure.

Just as your eyes flutter shut, she presses her lips against your ear.

"Ready?" She husks.

You're never ready. Never prepared for what she'll do to you next, because it's wildly different every time. But you'll never say no. Not just because you agreed to provide such services, but because your body aches for her. You yearn for that new high you reach every time she takes you. So you give her a meek nod and prepare yourself for yet another sinfully intense round of pleasure.

She fucks you in every position, never the same one twice. Uses any one of her vast collection of faux cocks, those deliciously thick fingers, or that wickedly talented mouth of hers.

She never asks you to do anything to her, not directly. She's always more than satisfied with just being the one to pull orgasm after orgasm from your body. To simply watch the way you fall apart beneath her.

And the aftercare? Top. Notch. Arguably just as addicting as the sex itself.

Lying with your head against the pillows, right where she left you after fucking you senseless, you watch in a daze as Sevika gently cleans you up with a warm, wet cloth. She's so incredibly careful as she wipes you where you're most abused- albeit wonderfully so- and overly sensitive. It warms your heart to see this large woman, who was railing you into oblivion moments earlier, now being so contrastingly tender.

Once she's finished, she crawls over your body, her massive frame completely shadowing yours. It should be unnerving, but it's the complete opposite as she begins placing soft, sweet kisses over each and every mark she left on your body. Every bite. Every hickey. Every bruise. Every scratch. Nothing is left unattended.

Then, once she's nearly lulled you to sleep with her sweet ministrations, she lies on her side next to your limp body. With her head propped up in a hand and a lopsided grin on her face, she gazes down at you and simply admires your fucked out expression.

"You did so well for me, sweetheart" she whispers, voice still husky, and you're certain that if you weren't so damn tired, she'd have you again. But she knows when to stop. When you've had all you can handle. She won't push you. There's clearly more to this for her than just the great sex and a pretty accessory for her arm.

"So beautiful," she says softly as she traces a finger along your brows. Her gray eyes drop to your mouth as she runs her thumb over your slightly parted lips. "And sweet," she adds before lowering her head to seal your lips with hers.

Your arrangement quickly becomes a bit too frequent to be considered just something transactional. She still pays, handsomely, to the point that you can even afford to quit your job. And not only that, you need to quit because before you know it, you're with her more than you're not and there's no time for another job. Not that you're complaining. You'd gladly be her permanent sugar baby.

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 11 months

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Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial. sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary:A sub needs a dom, a dom wants a sub but what happens when feelings overlap with contracts and love creeps in? Will a contract remain only a contract? Or are emotions like love too hard to keep in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath , thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Also thank you so much for writing my summary xx

Chan pov

Her body lay on the bed, unable to move. “She shouldn’t have challenged me,” I thought.

Watching her lay there, however, sends a shiver down my spine. I’m filled with a strange mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I feel powerful that I was able to render her unable to move. On the other hand, I feel a deep connection with her, one that’s almost instinctive. I can sense her desire for me, and I can’t help but feel drawn to her. “Come and shower with me,” I whisper in her ear before kissing her soft skin.

“Or can you not even walk to the shower?” I laughed, knowing full well I had never fucked anyone like I just did y/n.

“Ha funny…..I can walk." She scoffs, determined; her legs are shaky as she stands off the bed. Worried she might fall suddenly, I hover my hands over her hips as she walks to the ensuite.

She must have seen me in the mirror because a laugh escaped her mouth. “Channie, I’m okay”, she continued giggling.

“Oh…I-uh” I'm embarrassed that she caught me, my face becomes pink.

“Sorry,” I say, stepping back.

She giggles, but I get so intoxicated by her perfectly curved body that I forget why I am here.

“Channie”, she clears her throat.

"Mmm," I said, snapping out of my trance; the blood was no longer rushing back down to my dick.

“Could you, um, turn the shower on?” She laughed.

“Oh right, haha…sorry,” I brush my hand along her lower back. As I turn the water on, I feel goosebumps on her skin.

A small smile forms on her face sending my heart racing in my chest; how could one person's smile make me feel this way?

I wait for the water to warm up; once the steam fills the shower, I open the door, place my hand on Y/N's lower back, and escort her into the shower.

Honestly, I have no plans. I just wanted an excuse to keep her close to me, and a shower was all I could think of.

I can’t help but look down at the water trickling down her skin; all I want to do is pin her to the shower wall and fuck her stupid. However, watching her hiss as the water hits her sensitive area makes me feel guilty enough already. The sensation of her skin beneath my fingertips is more enticing than any fantasy I can conjure, and yet I resist, knowing that she is too overstimulated to enjoy it.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a low tone, trying to gauge her pain level by looking at her facial expressions.

“I’m okay, haha…just shocked me”, she smiled so sweetly.

Y/N pov

“Fuck”, you think to yourself as the water flushes through your lips, making you hiss at the sensation.

“Are you okay?” He looked distressed.

“I’m okay, haha…just shocked me”, you replied; the truth was you’d never been overstimulated to the point you could barely walk before.

Chan's fingers caress your side as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You felt your heart race as Chan's touch sent a wave of electricity through your body. You felt like you were melting and could hardly contain yourself; it was a feeling you had never experienced before. “I will never get sick of these lips”, he whispers to you, brushing his thumb across the area where your lips meet.

You crack a smile before you gently kiss his lips. “What was that for?” His eyes were still shut.

“For being so sweet,” you giggle as he grabs your hips pulling you in. His lips attack your neck playfully.

“Chan…stop it”, you giggle as he places light kisses down your neck.

“You have the cutest laugh” he continues to trace his lips across your jawline.

…….

As you’re about to walk out of the shower, you hear, “Wait” Chan shuffles his way out of the shower and wraps a towel around his hips.

“Okay,” he says, pulling your towel off the hook and walking over to the shower to help wrap it around you.

Kissing you just below your ear as he wraps it around your body.

………

“I should go to bed”, you mumble; cuddling with Chan on the couch quickly becomes your favourite pastime.

“You sure? Can I entice you to stay?” He kisses your shoulder, slowly making his way up to your neck.

“Goodnight, Channie,” you say as you get up from the couch; you turn to look at Chan pouting on the couch.

Then he suddenly gets up and starts following you to your room. “You're driving me crazy…you know that, right?” He smiles, leaning against your doorframe.

Your cheeky smile spreads across your face as you ask”Am I”, knowing he can't cross past the line.

You slowly close the door in Chan's face, hearing him grow as the door gets locked.

“Oh, you are so getting punished tomorrow”, you hear as he heads down to his bedroom.

…..

Sunday morning

You wake up to the smell of pancakes and coffee.

Excited for breakfast, you hop up and walk out of your room with your pjs still on.

"Good morning, sir”, you smile as he is cooking up some pancakes. You sit on the kitchen bench as Chan pours some more batter into the pan.

“How did you sleep?” He says, flipping the pancakes over.

“I slept so good” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Do you feel okay?” You assume he meant from the multiple orgasms he gave you last night.

“I feel fine”, you smile. Chan scoffs at your comment.

“Sooooo pancakes, yum!" you said, attempting to grab one off the plate.

Chan grabs your hand before you reach the plate. “I only make pancakes for good girls.”

Your eyes widen as you remember last night when you thought it would be funny to close the door in Chan's face. You gulp as he suddenly cages you in with his body. “Did you think I would forget about last night?”

Chan's hand slowly traces your inner tights as he spends your legs apart, settling his body between them. You can feel his anger radiating off him as he stares down at you, his hands tightening around your waist. His eyes search your face for any sign of remorse, his lips thin, straight line. You can't help but feel a little relieved when you see a spark of desire in his gaze, replacing his anger with something else.

His fingers pull your underwear to the side and Chan pushes your body down so your back is now touching the cold bench. Chan's tongue traces your pussy up to your clit sucking slightly, a moan escapes your mouth. You couldn’t help but squeeze his head between your legs as a flash of pleasure rushed through your body. Chan chuckled, causing a vibration against your clit, arching your body further into his mouth. Chan spends your legs wider as he continues to eat your heat. His eyes lock with yours as his lips suck on your clit. You can't help but let out a moan as Chan's skilled tongue sends pleasure shooting through your body. His eyes remain locked with yours as he increases his ministrations, widening your legs and focusing on your clit with an intensity that leaves you quivering.

“I think last night you forgot who you belong to, baby girl” his stare intensified as he flicked your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes start to go hazy as you begin to reach your bliss. Into your center, he mumbled, "Who do you belong to?".

“You”, you moan softly.

“Again…. Repeat it,” his tongue circling your entrance, causing you to verge on the edge of orgasm.

“You, sir”, you moan as you run your fingers through his hair, ready for his commands to let you cum.

Then he stops and all the sensations of your orgasm fade away. He lets go of you entirely. His sudden lack of touch leaves you feeling empty and desperate for his touch, the feeling of his hands on your body and the sensation of pleasure that his touch brings. You feel a mix of confusion, anticipation and desire, not knowing what will happen next.

“Good, now let’s eat”, he smiles as he pulls your nightgown back down, helping you off the bench before he starts plating up your pancakes.

Your body aches for the high chan has denied you. Still sitting at the table, you quickly become excited about the delicious cinnamon pancakes Chan has made for you.

“Coffee?” Chan says, pouring you a cup.

“Yes, please,” you say with a big grin.

…….

CHAN POV

It took all my strength not to finish her off on the kitchen bench; her moan will fill my head long after she’s gone today.

“Okay, I have to go”, she says, grabbing her keys as she walks out of her bedroom in a sexy little black dress.

“Oh okay….so early?” I said, looking over at the clock.

“I know. I’m sorry, Jill wants Noah and me there early for this meeting,” she says. God, she looks stunning, all dressed in her tight dress that barely covers her lower thigh.

“Well, I have a busy week ahead….with the comeback happening, so I won’t be able to see you until Friday,” I said, hopping off the couch and walking towards her.

She places her hands on my shoulders and leans in to kiss me. “I’ll text you later”, she says before her lips brush against mine.

I make sure to squeeze her hips before she pulls away. “Bye, Channie”, she smiles as she walks out my front door.

……..

Thursday

“Hey guys,” I said, walking into the studio.

“Where the fuck have you been,” changbin says as I sit down.

I laugh, trying to deflect the question, “You’ve been with that girl, haven’t you?”

“I told you….that didn’t work out,” I said, placing my laptop on the desk, ready for our final comeback meeting with our manager.

“Well, I don’t believe you…” he grumbled as he opened up his laptop.

I hear my phone vibrate.

notification Grace

I’ll have to answer her later when Changbin is less suspicious of me.

Y/N POV

Tuesday morning

“Fuck what am I going to do?” You pace your apartment, waiting for Grace's response.

It had finally set in that within the next 3 weeks, you would have no job, no money, and no apartment. "Fuck", you repeat, taking your phone out to call Grace.

“Hey baby," she says, all bubbly.

“Grace,” you say on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong?” Her tone changed immediately.

The words seem almost to choke you as you say, "I umm... Jill is closing the store.". That store had been your life for nearly 7 years.

"WHAT?" she yelled.

“What am I going to do, Grace?…no one’s going to want to hire me” Tears form in your eyes as Grace goes silent on the other line.

“Gracie?” You say Grace only remains silent as she comes up with a plan.

“I’ll fix this,” she says as she hangs up the phone.

….

About 30 minutes later, Grace calls you again.

“Hello,” you said, trying not to sound like you had just spent the last 30 minutes crying.

“I spoke to Amie. You can move in with us.”

“What! Gracie, I can’t do that” You didn’t want to intrude on their space.

“Oh, stop it…you are moving in. End of story.”

“But grace..." she cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Shut up… I said you’re moving in with us, and that’s final." Your body shivers at her command.

“Thank you, Grace” Out of all the people that knew you, Gracie was always the first person to jump in to help you after your last dom kicked you out, Gracie had been kind enough to find you this apartment, but the truth was you had always struggled with money due to the high rent. Without this job, you can not afford to live here.

“Have you told Chris yet?” The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“No….he’s stressed with work. I can’t do that to him.”

“He basically knows everyone in Seoul Y/N….he could find you a new job tomorrow” truth was you didn’t want to rely on Chan, yes, he was your master, but he’s not your boyfriend. This thing you have with him is strictly a dom and sub-relationship, nothing more.

“I don’t need Chris’s help”, you snarl.

“Hey…watch your tone. I’m trying to help”, she growled back.

You quickly snap out of your attitude. “Let me try first”, you say in a softer tone.

Chan POV

Thursday

“Come on,” I think as I sit through this long-ass meeting.

“Okay, well, thank you for your time today…. As he leaves, we are all hoping for a successful comeback,” our manager says.

I pull out my phone and open Grace's messages. “Have you spoken to Y/N today?” Panic instantly washes over me. What’s wrong? Has something happened to her?

I find myself hitting the call button. She picks up within three rings. “Grace…is everything okay?” She could hear the panic in my voice.

“Clam down…she obviously hasn’t told you then.”

“Told me what?” I excuse myself from the room.

“The shop is closing….have you spoken to her this week?” I could feel the eye roll through the phone.

“I’ve been busy with comeback… what do you mean the shop is closing?….”

“Chan, she has no job…soon she’ll have no money and no apartment” I never thought a sentence could make me feel so useless. How could I have missed this?

“When did you find out?” I must have had a sharp enough tone to make Grace's voice shake.

“Sunday”

“Right….I’ll fix it” I could hear Grace trying to say something, but I hung up the phone.

My blood started to boil at the thought of Y/N not feeling safe enough with me to call or even text me that she was struggling; what kind of a dom am I to not even check in on her.

“Changbin,” I say, walking back into the meeting room. “I have to go,” I said, collecting my laptop.

“Girl problems?” He said jokingly

I ignore him as I swing the strap over my shoulder and walk out of the boardroom.

“Something like that,” I say as I walk out before he can ask a follow-up question.

Y/N pov

Thursday

knock knock

Wondering who it could be at the door, you stop what you’re doing to open it.

“Channie,” you say, shocked that he’s not at work right now, considering he sent you his schedule.

“I thought we were a team”, he frowned.

“What?…. Why are you here?” You said the excitement builds in your body over the last couple of days you have started to miss the affection from him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?…” chan steps into your apartment, before you know it he has you pinned against the wall. “I thought you felt safe with me” he whispers into your ear.

He pulls back and walks over to your coffee table placing his laptop bag down.

“Let me guess…..Gracie?” You rolled your eyes as you shut the door.

“Why didn’t you call me….I can fix this” he turned walking towards you.

"I dont want you to think im just using you" you looked down, chans finger lifts your chin as his eyes flick between you lips and eyes. He smiled softly, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“Your not using me. I want to help you. Please let me fix this.” He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against yours in a sensual kiss. You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin and the electricity of the moment as your lips met. He pulled away and lightly touched your lips with his tongue. You felt the electricity surge through your veins as he deepened the kiss. His hands were warm and strong against your skin as he pulled you closer.

"Move in with me." You felt the world stop for a moment as you considered his offer. You wanted to say yes, but something inside you held you back. You pulled away and looked into his eyes, a decision forming in your mind.

"I’m not going to do that," you replied, placing your hand on his chest.

His breath on your neck sends goosebumps down your spine as he whispers, "Let me pay your rent.".

“I can’t let you do that either….besides Grace has already offered for me to move in with her and Amie" he growls as he places a light kiss on your neck.

“Grace should know better than to fuck with what’s mine” His possessiveness is evident in his words, and his protective nature is clear. He doesn't want anyone else getting close to you, and he is not afraid to make that known.

The heat passes through your body as Chan uses his fingers to trace up your inner thigh. His possessiveness makes you so horny, his claim over you makes your heart beat faster.

"Is now a bad time to tell you i got you a job at the company?" You jolt at the words and Chan stops his movements. "What? You got me a job?" You ask in disbelief. " I told you let me take care of you.....Move in with me" he says again.

"your not going to let me move in with Gracie are you?"

"I’ve got my lawyer drawing up a new contract" he smiles.

“Chan" you say playfully hitting his chest.

"what i have some things i want him to add anyway" he grins, your mind wondering at the potential. things he could add to his already perfect contract.

A/N: Thank you so so much, i am loving this series so please comment like and reblog to help me gain the motivation to continue bahah:)

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