#sub!vernon x reader

[h34rtbeat]

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS

pairings: camboy vernon x gn!reader

warnings: bi!vernon, reader is only a subscriber (they never meet), masturbating, anal, no anatomy nor pronouns e used for reader other than the fact that reader is a subscriber. Reader is very wealthy, your username is “amani_67” only bc apparently Amani means wishes and desires.

nsfw under the cut!

Vernon is just curious.

A very, very curious boy. With a deep, dark, desire to be watched.

He’ll do anything for money, or that’s what people think. In reality, he’ll do anything so people can watch him get fucked. So people can watch him pathetically thrust a dildo into his ass, or so they can see him whine as he slides the fleshlight up n’ down his cock.

To him, the money is just a plus.

And to you, his fistful subscriber, you have such an unforeseen (borderline obsession) with touching Vernon.

You never dm him privately. And when you do, it’s a large amount of money that Vernon never gets from any of his other subscribers. You send him that, and tell him small short commands.

“Use flesh light”

“Finger yourself for the camera”

“Use dildo”

$300 for every breath he took, he thought. You paid him so much, just to see him be so nasty. Vernon loved every part of it.

You’ve always been so curious about the boy who touches himself on screen, always wanting to touch him yourself. His moans were sweet and quiet, groans even quieter. He wasn’t too loud, or too quiet. That was your fav part abt him.

That’s why you’d pay however much it took to see him become broken with his own fingers.

He was always so quiet. What was loud was the way his breath would quicken, the way you could hear his chair squeak when he’d start to buck his hips into his hand. The wet noises that’d emit from his cock being coated with his own cum were loud.

When he’d touch himself in other areas, fingering him self and having the camera to the side so everyone can see how naughty he’s being. Sure, he was quiet, but his actions were so loud on what he really wanted everyone to see so badly.

He wanted someone to come and have him, he wanted someone to degrade him, n he sure loved when people would send him private DMs with large amounts of money just to see him ride a dildo, or use a flesh light and thrust into it.

He was a big pervert. So when you finally sent…

$3,200?!

He stared at his laptop in shock. What were you gonna ask him? Maybe this time you’d be more verbal.

“Send pic of ur face. Tell me if you want more money for you to show it.”

He choked on his own saliva. Were you serious? He was curious though.

“$6,500 and I’ll show my face.”

And there it was, in bold. A payment of $6,500 to his bank account.

“Is this guy fucking insane?” He scoffed, as he looked disgusted— though that was his way of saying he really liked something. Like a good boy, he searched in his camera roll for a good photo of him. Why was he so desperate to please you?

Why did he want to look good for you? Has he gone mad? Whatever. When he clicked send, he knew he fucked up.

“So pretty. How about you touch yourself for me? I’ll send you 4k this time if you moan out my name.”

What the fuck?!

But, he complied. Setting his camera up, another ding.

“Oh, and keep your face in the camera.”

He was really insane now. But seeing the $4,500 transferred into his account… was he really insane? He started off with a teasing tone.

“This is for you..” he started, and then he first palmed himself through his pants, but something felt strange.. like he wanted to suck on something.

Unzipping his pants, he didn’t bother with fingering himself as he slid in the dildo. Plunging it in and out, he couldn’t hide how much pleasure he was getting.

It wasn’t just from the dildo, what did you feel like? You were some fucking filthy rich person, and he didn’t even know what you were for gods sake. How big were you? If you had a dick, that is.

He sucked on his fingers, the view so erotic, especially because he had to look into the camera this time; he could see just how nasty he was.

He drove himself mad, continuing to writhe and moan. Sweat formed on his forehead, the slick noises from his ass filling up the mic.

“Ugh.. ah..!” He kept going, pushing past his limit, moving his hands from his mouth onto his dick, bucking his hips into it.

“Amani.. Amani…” is all he could blabber out, before white coated his pretty bed sheets. He turned off the camera, pressing send, dildo still in his ass.

“Good boy. Maybe I’ll have to meet up with you, yeah?” *sent; $700*

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[haoluvr]

needy

request? yes, prompts below

#4- “aw baby, why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped you”

#65 - “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up”

contains: sub!vernon, dom!reader, instructional masturbation, whiny!vernon, phone sex, edging

today was one of the rare moments where you and vernon weren’t sleeping under the same roof. you were in your apartment while he was staying at his dorm since you lived far and he had quite the busy schedule recently.

you were sleeping peacefully through the night until your phone started ringing, you tried to ignore it, but every time the ringing would stop it’d start right over again.

you finally flipped over and grabbed your phone, seeing vernon’s contact name on the screen you lazily slid the answer button and waited for him to talk.

all you heard was a soft, “hey, y/n,” you waited for him to keep talking but nothing more came.

“hey baby, is something wrong?” you asked sleepily, something had to be up for him to call you in the middle of the night.

“no, nothing, just wanted to… talk.” he mumbled, his voice slightly strained which made you worried.

you checked the time on your phone and sighed.

“vernon, it’s almost 3 in the morning, why’d you call me?” you asked, slowly feeling more awake as you continued to talk.

all you could hear on the end of the line was his heavy breathing as you continued to talk, “i know we didn’t talk all day but you could’ve called me tomorrow morning, when i’m awake,” you emphasized.

as you kept talking his breaths gradually became louder until you heard a whimper slip from his lips, making you halt your words.

“are you seriously touching yourself right now?”

his breathing quickly went silent and he started to stutter, not being able to form a coherent sentence, leading you to talk again.

“if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.” you said sternly, suddenly very awake now that you knew what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line.

“no! no i just…” he whined, “i didn’t get to talk to you all day and i needed you…” he said shyly, you could already imagine the blush that was rising on his cheeks.

“you wanted to play?” you asked, hearing him hum on the other side you continued, “so instead of asking me nicely you decided to wake me up in the middle of the night and jerk off like a little slut?” you asked, your voice sounding like venom.

he whimpered on the other end and you could tell he was starting to touch himself again. he always got needy when you were being a little mean to him.

“take your hand off your dick.” you said sternly, being met with a loud whine of protest from the other end, but he knew better than to disobey you.

“but please! i’ve been so hard all day it hurts,” he then lowered his voice to a whisper, “i can’t cum without you.”

you could tell he was embarrassed and being painfully honest and you felt bad for the poor guy.

“aw baby, why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped you,” you cooed, knowing full well you would’ve dropped what you were doing if you got a call or text from your precious boyfriend.

hell, even now you’ve stopped sleeping just to help him jerk off at 3 in the morning.

“i knew you were busy…” he said with a sigh, “‘m sorry i couldn’t make it til tomorrow, i couldn’t sleep,” his voice was quivering while he spoke, you could tell how desperate he was.

“it’s okay baby, you’ve been a good boy,” you praised, sitting up against your headboard as you began to guide him.

“start touching yourself again, okay?” you coaxed, listening to him hum in agreement as soft sighs slipped out of his lips once again.

“now play with your pretty nipples,” you ordered, “pinch them just like i do…” you cooed.

another moan from vernon.

“it feels better when you do it,” he whined, missing your touch.

“i know baby, just focus on my voice, okay? i’ll touch you as much as you want tomorrow,” you explained in a soft voice, wanting to make him feel comfortable.

you continued to guide him, telling him when to stop, slow down, and speed up. and all you were met with was deliciously moans and begs, begging you for more, begging for you to let him cum.

“stop.” you ordered, another ruined orgasm for vernon and he cried out. it was probably the fourth of the night and you were feeling like finally letting up.

“tell me how you’re feeling, baby,” you said with a smile, “describe your pretty cock to me,” you teased, knowing that he hated using his words, always feeling embarrassed.

“wanna cum so bad,” he babbled, “hurts so bad… please,” he whined, “‘s all red and messy, ‘m so hard,” his voice cracked and you could tell he was crying just a little bit.

you were surprised by his words, they were probably the most vulgar words that he had ever uttered to you. he was most definitely fucked out, just focusing on your voice and his own pleasure.

“you poor thing,” you giggled, “you can touch yourself again,” you whispered, “go as fast as you want, i want you to cum for me.” your voice was smug, knowing you could make a boy like him crumble so easily for you.

you could hear the wetness of him fucking his hand through the phone, the lewd noises even made you feel things as his voice grew louder.

“i can tell you’re close,” you hummed, “be a good boy and cum for me, alright?” you continued to speak praises through the phone, telling him how good he was doing, knowing he loved your voice that much.

soon enough you could hear him come undone, cries that he tried to muffle but ultimately couldn’t. your name being the most prominent word that he managed to utter until he began to come down.

his breathing leveled out before he spoke again, “thank you…” he whispered quietly. you just hummed in agreement, wishing you were there with him.

“next time just tell me if you want something, okay?” you teased, shuffling around in your bed. it was now 4 in the morning.

“okay… i’m sorry,” vernon apologized again, feeling guilty as he sat in his room, stomach and hand covered in his own cum.

“mhm, just go clean up, i’ll see you tomorrow,” your finger hit the red end call button after you said your good nights and you were right about to shut off your phone once more before you got a notification.

[vernonie] 4:02am: (attachment 1 image) wish you could help me clean up :(

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[hellogyu]

anything for you.

content: sub!vernon, service top? vernon? but like without the top, fem!reader, oral (reader receiving), praise, cringe romance bc i can’t write romance ew, i think around 1.3k words, not proofread sorry hehe

“i don't even know how to thank you for tonight, i seriously owe you big time.” you sigh, leaning your head on vernon’s shoulder.

you let out an obnoxious yawn. it’s a miracle you’re even standing right now, watching impatiently as the elevator climbs every floor at an agonizing pace.

you had both just come from a dreadfully long concert for one of your favorite artists—one that vernon had never even heard of before. he had only gone because he figured it’d be safer if someone came with you, rather than stupidly going alone like you had planned to do.

it was a good idea that he came along, though. you don't know what would've happened if he wasn't there to shove away unwanted flirty advances or hold you close when people got too rough. his safe presence made enjoying the concert a whole lot easier. you were truly grateful for him.

“don't worry about it. despite what you think, tonight wasn’t some annoying chore for me.“

you perk your head up, gesturing for him to elaborate.

he continues, turning to look down at you, “it’s fun watching you have fun.”

you look at him in disbelief.

“you’re too nice, i don’t get it.”

he opens his mouth but before he can say anything, he's interrupted by the elevator doors sliding open.

“hmm?” you ask, stepping out and waiting for him to follow.

“no nothing.” he brushes it off.

the two of you trudge down the hallway to your apartment. it takes you literal centuries to locate your keys to unlock the door and when you do, you all but collapse inside. he follows in after you, grabbing your forearm to keep you from toppling over.

“you didn't even drink, how are you falling?”

“everything aches, especially my feet. these heels are killing me.”

his eyes flicker down and then back up at you. he starts to get down on his knees and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. looking at you for approval, his hand moves to untie the lace straps wrapped around your calf.

“can i?” he asks.

you nod slowly and find yourself staring back a little too long, admiring the way he looks up through his long lashes.

he breaks eye contact first to finish with your laces, then lifts your foot to take the heel completely off. your hand subconsciously falls to his head for support, tugging lightly on his hair to balance yourself.

he lets out a subtle whimper at your action, causing his face to redden in embarrassment. you smile to yourself in satisfaction, knowing the little inklings you had about his sexual preferences were right.

with one heel off, he switches to your other foot, untying the laces and removing the heel with the same gentle concentration as before. every warm touch he leaves on your skin pulls you further and further into your thoughts, imagining all of the things you’d do to him if he let you.

you were rarely uncomfortable with vernon. in fact, you two were so close that almost nothing flustered you. it wasn’t uncommon to be touchy or even a little flirty, but something about this felt different.. more intimate.

you sigh in relief when both feet are freed, running your fingers through his hair in gratitude. he leans into your touch and looks up at you again with those same adoring eyes.

“feel better?” he asks, glad to be of some help.

“mm, much better. you’re so good to me.”

“of course, anything for you.” he smiles shyly.

“anything?” you smirk.

his hand that is still unknowingly caressing your ankle flexes for a moment. he doesn’t have to think twice about it. he’s known since the moment he’s met you that there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you, especially when it came to your pleasure.

“anything.” he vows with absolute certainty.

the word shoots straight to your core. there’s nothing more attractive than complete and utter devotion.

it’s his turn to watch in confusion and then in shock as you hike your dress up to your hips, spreading your legs apart to reveal the large wet patch on your panties.

“you’d take care of this for me then, right?”

he gulps, not able to think clearly while his face is so unbelievably close to your heat.

you furrow your brows in concern, tilting his chin up so he can look at your face and not at the arousal dripping down your legs.

“vern, you good? we don’t have to-“

“no please i want to. need to make you feel good. please.”

you chuckle a little at his sudden eagerness.

“then make me feel good baby, use your mouth.”

he hesitantly reaches out to hook his fingers into your panties, looking back up at you for reassurance.

“that’s it, keep going.”

he carefully slides your panties off of your hips and down your legs, watching as the soaked fabric peels off of your core. a string of arousal connects from your bare pussy to the material, and he swears he could cum untouched from the lewdness of it all.

you take the panties from him and toss them aside, widening your stance for easier access. he moves in closer until his breath tickles your core, lips hovering just centimeters away from it.

he looks up at you, waiting for your permission before he starts, despite being painfully needy.

“go ahead baby, you can taste me.”

his eyes stay fixed on yours as he slowly swipes his tongue through your folds once to test the waters.

he can’t even wait 3 more seconds before he’s moving in again to eagerly lick and suck at your pussy, already drunk off of your arousal.

you lace your fingers through his hair and tug him closer to you, adding more pressure to his movements. he lets out a whimper that goes straight to your core, causing your footing to falter slightly. after jumping around at a concert all night, your legs might legitimately give out at any second.

he notices and brings the weight of your thigh over his shoulder, giving himself easier access in the process. his movements are rough and sloppy, but the pressure is perfect and every time he whimpers, you’re brought closer and closer to release.

“just like that. you’re doing so good for me baby, making me feel so good.”

the praise only spurs him on more and you can tell he’s working hard because of the violent flush all over his cheeks. after the most exhausting night imaginable, he still gives you his all, even as it’s taking every last ounce of energy in him.

you’re overwhelmed with love and arousal at the realization, so much so, that you’re brought to the edge sooner than you expected.

“oh fuck- vern. gonna- gonna cum already.”

he continues with what he’s doing, eyes widening when your other hand also laces through his hair, tugging his face into your heat even more. he lets you use him as you need, following your movements obediently. eventually you’re moving his mouth onto your pussy yourself, roughly grinding his tongue against your clit.

your orgasm hits you hard. it’s a struggle to even stay standing as your entire body threatens to go limp. you can’t tell if it’s from the concert or the orgasm but your vision blurs and your ears ring violently.

when your full orgasm washes over you, you have to push his head away and drop next to him on the floor, catching your breath and regaining your senses.

when you’ve finally gained the strength to speak again, vernon’s already helping you stand up to go shower. he puts your arm around his neck for support, but practically carries you there himself.

“thank you,” you say meekly, “that felt so good vern. you have to be so tired after all you’ve done for me today, i can’t understand how or why you do it?”

“because i want to.” he says, like the answer is obvious.

“well, i appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. i truly don’t deserve how good you are to me, but i’ll make it up to you somehow i promise.”

“you don’t have to. i’d still do anything for you.. no matter what.”

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[euphoricsunflowers]

when you get jealous…

hhu!! btw this is slightly sub!idol, don’t come bothering me about how it isn’t ‘realistic’ bc idc <3

seungcheol finds it endearing. he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings bc god forbid he’s the one that upset you (now he’s gotta beat himself up </3) but if you tell him you’re jealous or even just give off the vibe, he smiles softly and tells you there’s nothing to worry about. he tells you all about what you could do with him behind closed doors so no one gets the wrong idea about his relationship status <3 just nothing too intense or he’ll get yelled at if the staff can’t cover it up with makeup lol

wonwoo has no intentions of making you jealous, even if he doesn’t necessarily hate it when you are. he just doesn’t want to put you through that kind of stress. he’s not interested in anyone but you, so the only time you really get jealous is when he was either oblivious or couldn’t get out of it. no matter how you get jealous, the answer is always the same. “what can i do to make it up to you? do you want me to prove myself? and prove that i only love you? i can do that, just tell me,” and it usually works because, for better or worse, he’s very convincing. that mouth can work magic when he’s (voluntarily) suffocating between your thighs <33

mingyu loves it secretly, but will be serious about it with you. talking about “of course i never meant to make you feel jealous, i’m always gonna be yours”, but what you don’t know is that he likes it when you’re jealous! it reassures him that you actively want him and that you care about him. plus you’re hot when you’re mad because that’s when your dirty talk is especially on point and he’s weak in the knees over anything you say. bonus points if you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to whisper “well maybe if you didn’t let everyone eye fuck you every single day i wouldn’t be this upset” or something similar in his ear <3 he likes that a little too much <3

vernon: also another boy that does not intend to make you jealous!! he does not care about other people!! he just wants to sit and hang out with you, but if by some chance he was being a little too polite when someone hit on him right in front of you, that might do the trick. when he learns that you’re jealous he’ll try to laugh it off, but he also finds it attractive when you’re hot-headed and a little pissed off. like he won’t be getting horny if you’re actually upset and are trying to be serious with him, but the second he gets the vibe you want a…different kind of solution to those feelings, he’s all into it. you want to be a little mean to him and he still gets to fuck you? yeah, he’s down for that.

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[jeonghansshitester]

HIIII

Hi my fellow delulu carats!! I’ve been reading fictions for a longgggg time now, I also have friends who write fics and I got inspired to write too! (I have written in the past but we shall not speak of that 🤫🤫)But there is one major issue, I HAVE NO IDEAS 🤦🏻‍♀️sooooo if any of y’all have any ideas at all, PLEASE SEND THEM IN 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️. [I do not write the following: any smut or nsfw themes (slight suggestive themes are ok), lgbt+ themes (my fics are gender neutral!! I just don’t feel fully comfortable using male pronouns with a male idol or female pronouns with a female idol ]

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[jeonride]

svt reading list / fic recs!

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FICS ! ✧*。

svt hospital | svt x fem!reader (fluff, angst, you should really start to read this!) by @taeyegu

in pursuit of wedded bliss | svt regency au, romance, historical au by @fantasyescapes17

kinktober 2022 | (smut) by @duhnova

doting on you! | svt hhu x pets series (fluff, mild angst, smut) by @lovelyhan

apartment 5c | 96 line (fluff, slice of life, humor, smau) by @suhnshinehaos

the king's gambit | 95 line (smut, fluff, angst, slowburn) by @duhnova @onlyhuis @onlymingyus

angel's trumpets | joshua, wonwoo x undercover cop!reader (light angst, suspense/thriller, cheating, smut) by @sunnylovespickles you have to read this this is so amazing

demon's play | seungcheol, dino x fem!reader (smut, dark, fantasy) by @bitchlessdino

bad girls make good boys cry | joshua (smut, fluff) by @duhnova

little miss naughty | jeonghan (smut) by @hoshzone

doe eyes | dino (smut) by @duhnova

midnight appetite | mingyu, wonwoo x female!reader (smut, threesome) by @writeformesinpie

just peachy | seokmin, wonwoo x afab!reader (smut, threesome) by @xddaengx

sweater paws | jeonghan (smut, fluff, sub!jeonghan) by @duhnova

wine & dine | seungcheol (smut, fluff, husband!cheol) by @ally-127

eggs, bacon, and sausage sandwich | wonwoo, mingyu x female reader (smut, threesome) by @bitchlessdino

work husband | mingyu, wonwoo x female reader (fluff, cute omg, office au) by @rubyreduji

moira | seungcheol, chan x oc (mystery like that, contains smut) by @sunnylovespickles

biting his pecs | jun (nsfw) by @onlyhuis

made with love | joshua (fluff, dad!joshua) by @icyminghao

just deserts | minghao, wonwoo x fem!reader (smut, threesome) by @seungkwansphd

don't listen in secret (ot13 series, fwb) by @j6shua

dressing room | hao, wonwoo + fem!reader (smut, threesome) by @cheolhub

good to us | mingyu, wonwoo x fem!reader (smut, threesome) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

gamers do it better | wonwoo, seungcheol x fem!reader (smut, threesome) by @sluttywonwoo

new rules | performance unit x mafia au by @toruro

can i buy you a drink? | mingyu, wonwoo x female!reader (smut, threesome) by @97-liners

DRABBLES / HARD THOUGHTS ! ✧*。

wanting you to beg | hhu (smut) by @hoshzone

17.12 | joshua, smut by @lovelyhan

dad!hoshi by @number1mingyustan

sub!mingyu (smut) by @euphoricsunflowers

touch starved (hhu) by @wqnwoos

svt as the children of greek gods by @rubyreduji

smut vernon drabble by @rubyreduji

smut reactions (ot13) by @sluttywonwoo

condescension in bed (minghao, seungcheol, wonwoo, joshua) by @toruro

cum inside (ot13) by @hoshzone

degradation kink (ot13) by @nsfwhao

drunk svt with their s/o by @gyuslcve

humiliation kink (ot13) by @cheolhub

who would be into pussy slapping? from here until "accidentally swiping onto nude picts" are made by @sluttyminghao

them with vibrator cock ring (ot13)

accidentally swiping onto nude picts (ot13)

svt as type of affections by @yrhome

partner privilege (ot13) by @blue-jisungs

svt do your make up by @lovingseventeen

hip hop unit masterlist by @bibinnieposts

COMPLETE MASTERLIST! YOU NEED THIS by @bibinnieposts

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[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Seventeen & recording booth blowjobs

🎧Who; Seventeen (individually) x gender-neutral reader 🎧What; Smut headcanon 🎧Wordcount; 1.8k 🎧Warnings; oral(mostly male receiving but mentions of reader receiving too), some dom members, some sub members, some degradation in Seungkwan's(i don't do degradation in any way usually so uh be nice to me about how it's written okay i am babie), Kwan's also a bit of a mean dom, profanity, cheol and wonwoo's deep ass voices and growls(i am not okay), minor choking in Vernon's, teasing, mentions of edging, mentions of begging, i think that's it? let me know if i missed anything

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A/N- I said "imagine sucking his dick while he's trying to record vocals so he's got to try and not react at all" then the idea quickly progressed and took over my mind thanks to @wonuvs & @ourdawnishotterthanourday so here we have it, my thoughts on how each of the svt members would react to a recording booth blowjob. Also tagging @kwanisms just for the Seungkwan one 💖 enjoy it, sweetheart 😘

🎧Seungcheol🎧 This man was born to get his dick sucked in a recording booth. He lives for his kind of shit and is as cocky and confident as you'd expect Choi Seungcheol to be. He'll have a hand in your hair the entire time to guide your pace so he at least has a semblance of a chance of getting his lines recorded. And he manages but his voice is all low and rough and he growls more than usual. Would not even surprise me if he makes you stay there on your knees while he checks the recording before returning and says it's your turn. He'll put the headphones on your ears, playing the recording of his low voice on repeat then get to his knees for you

🎧Jeonghan🎧 100% tries to act like he's just agreeing for you. No, of course, he doesn't think it's mind-numbingly hot having you on your knees with your mouth open in wait as soon as he's got the headphones on[sarcasm]. He'll try to tease you with his cock, tapping it on your lolled tongue with a smirk but it's really just an attempt to give himself a chance to gain his mental stability back. It doesn't work. He forgets the lyrics constantly and can't focus enough to even read them once he pulls them up on his phone. Does not manage to finish recording and gives up. Lets you suck him dry then takes you home to fuck and nap

🎧Joshua🎧 Honestly, he's not entirely sold on the idea. This dude is into some shit but getting his dick sucked while his mouth is next to a microphone and knowing others will listen to this later? Yeah, your sex life is for you two. However, he won't entirely dismiss it and will let you get on your knees for him when he's done recording, or part way through, so he's not right next to the mic but still close enough that there's a risk of getting caught. But then he'll check the recording after and if there's even the slightest hint of what just happened, he'll delete it and try to rerecord if he has time, without you in the booth this time of course. If he doesn't have time to record, the demon will just pretend he doesn't know what happened with an innocent "Oh, it's not there? I pressed the record button, right, babe?" pulling you into the lie smoothing.

🎧Junhui🎧 He'll be randomly giggling throughout because he doesn't know how else to react but he loves every second of it and keeps darting his bright eyes between the mic & lyrics and your face. He doesn't say anything to you during and he actually succeeds in biting back most of his moans(the ones he doesn't manage to stop he disguises with coughing which makes you try not to laugh, which sets him off giggling again) and will keep petting your head to silently tell you how good you're being for him

🎧Soonyoung🎧 The poor baby just cannot handle it, he's so fucking turned on by it all. Non-stop whimpering and stammering on his lines. He tries his best though, bless him, keeps tapping out to catch his breath and record, though inevitably keeps looking at you as he records until he's whining and you know what that means, so you lean back in and he rushes out appreciative thank yous while his head tips back and his eyes close. Finishes quicker than he ever has, not the recording but in your mouth. He literally can't step into that booth for months without popping a boner

🎧Wonwoo🎧 This man loves this kind of shit. He's half hard the second you suggest in and dragging you eagerly into the booth the next. Will stop to kiss you breathless first though, to show how appreciative he is of you. He'll be semi-focused on his lines and like Seungcheol, Wonwoo's voice is so unfairly fucking low for this and he drags his syllables so much, but luckily he's recording a slower rap anyway so it fits the style better than the original plan. Afterwards, when you both listen to the recording, he jokes that you should step into the booth with him more often (it's not entirely a joke though)

🎧Jihoon🎧 He'd try so hard and want to seem in control but he would not last long before telling you to sit still and let him fuck your mouth. He'll have endless praises as he stares down at you, fingers brushing over your cheeks and jaw tenderly in juxtaposition to how he roughly pistons his cock into your eager, sloppy mouth. He'll send you the recording clip later that night as well and suggests he fucks you in there next time. Recording booth sex becomes pretty regular for the two of you after that and opens up a whole world of kinky Jihoon tbh

🎧Seokmin🎧 He'll try so hard to keep his voice steady but he's overwhelmed and doesn't really know what to do with himself or his hands so you'll have to be patient with him and put his hands where you want them. Afterwards, he'll be a shy blushy mess, but so sated and smiley and will likely make up some excuse to go home so that he can return the favour because Seokmin is all for orgasm equality (even if the man will spend hours with his head between your thighs until you physically can't move from the amount of powerful orgasms he always gives you)

🎧Mingyu🎧 He'll be all giggly at first with excitement and nerves. He'll do his best to not let your mouth on his cock distract him but he'll lose his mind and start moaning into the mic without shame, with both hands on your head begging you to not stop yet letting you take the lead and go at your own pace, even if it's driving him crazy. But that's okay because he fucking loves it, loves having you in control of his pleasure as he has no choice but to take whatever the fuck you deem suitable in the moment even if it's nothing, or a lot

🎧Minghao🎧 You'd think he'd be the most in control but ha, no. Minghao is a giant exhibitionist(and voyeur tbh) and this shit is right up his alley. Though he will still be cautious in the way that he won't do it if anyone he doesn't trust, AKA anyone but the other Seventeen members, will have the chance to hear the recording. He may even check with Jihoon first and get his consent to try this out and Jihoon will agree so long as Minghao agrees to save the file with a certain symbol so Jihoon knows to not listen to that version. Hao will kind of be feral from the beginning, you're barely in the booth and he's pulling you into a heavy makeout before urging you to your knees as he pulls the headphones on. He doesn't even attempt to do his lines and just groans and talks pure filth to you with his slender fingers in your hair. He'll only record his lines once he's cum…the first time. He'll be hard again in no time and this time, he'll press you chest first against the wall and fuck you from behind, one hand on the back of your neck or gripping your hair and the other tight on your hip

🎧Seungkwan🎧 Part of me wants to say Seungkwan would not be into this at all. But the other part of me thinks he'd be really into it. I think it depends on what kind of mood you catch him in. But on the days you catch him in the right mood, I think he'd be a little mean about it "you want my cock so badly, huh, couldn't even wait until I'm done working? My desperate little cockslut." Teases you with his length, rubbing the tip over your lips and maybe even slapping your cheek a little with a filthy smirk on his face while you whine wordlessly, mouth still obediently open "You look so pretty, baby, drooling all over yourself for me. Do you want it? Want my cock in that greedy mouth of yours?" will make you beg and plead until you've got tears in your eyes before he slowly feeds his length into your mouth. "Now sit still and let me use your dirty little mouth like a good slut" might even cum on your face if he's feeling extra mean

🎧Vernon🎧 Unless he's going to be the one to deal with the recording afterwards, Vernon wouldn't even entertain this. I think he's very much a hugely private guy where his sex life is concerned, so he wouldn't want anyone to hear that. But if he knows for certain only he will hear the recording or that he can get to it quick enough to remove it and keep to himself, this guy will be so fucking into it. Full on talking dirty to you in between his lines with no adjustment to his volume while putting his hand on your throat to feel his cock and make you choke on him a little in the way you both love. He won't rush it either, he'll make you move slowly on his cock with a lazy smirk on his face as he watches you with his dark gaze "just like that, baby, keep going" drags it out in a way that teases you both because Vernon does love to be teased and edged even when he's in charge of the pace

🎧Chan🎧 I think Chan would be into it but he also takes his work seriously and doesn't want to disappoint anyone so he'll have a hand in your hair gripping lightly ready to pull you away the second he notices anyone enter the studio. Though he also can't help but keep pulling you closer while rolling his hips forward with low moans that rumble through his chest and up his throat. Like Jeonghan, he'll forget his lines multiple times and that's when he'll reluctantly pull you off and breathlessly ask to stop at least until he's finished this line. If you agree, he'll press a grateful little sweet kiss on your lips and go into serious idol mode to nail the lines before taking you elsewhere to finish this in private. If you refuse, whew, prepare for him to go whiney and desperate very quickly because he knows you're not in the mindset to let him just be and he loves it, loves it when you dom him. He'll forget all about the recording at this point so you'll have to remind him and if he cums before he's done recording? Yeah, he's not getting that song recorded today, baby will just be all cute and want nothing more than to tuck up against you and get you off in return

A/N- The funniest thing is I'm just imagining Jihoon having to listen to all of this afterwards. Poor guy needs a raise and a hard drink after hearing his members getting their dicks sucked <3

If you have any suggestions about these NSFW headcanons for me to write, don't be shy to send them in via ask! I'm not always in the mindset to write smutty things but I'll get to them when the inspiration/mood strikes!

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[femdomlieeh]

Wearing a skirt for you pt. 2 (m)

Sub!Seventeen (maknae line) x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNINGS—boys wearing skirts/dresses ✧ dom/sub dynamics ✧ praise ✧ degradation ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (master, mistress, mommy, baby boy, kitten/kitty, prince/princess)

NOW PLAYING—Bounce Back ✧ Little Mix

SCENARIO—GF asks them if they can wear/try on a skirt

A/N. Hyung line ver.

M.LISTS—random idols ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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이석민 / dk / dokyeom / seokmin

He would be such a cute, blushy baby boy when he heard your request. He'd choke on his strawberry milk and ask you to repeat what you said in case he was hallucinating or heard you wrong. When you confirmed you really wanted to see him in a dress or skirt he would be as pink as his drink. His wonderful smile would be on display for you because he had been curious about this stuff for a while.

"C-Can you say that again, Mommy?" he asked with a nice voice.

"Don't you think you would look so so pretty in a skirt/dress?"

"M-M-Maybe. I can try one for you, Mommy," he stuttered with red cheeks and a huge smile covered by a hand out of embarrassment.

He will get more comfortable with it overtime but it will never fail to make him blush and feel cute.

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김민규 / mingyu

Mingyu would be so blushy. Big boy wouldn't know what to say. Were you trying to give him a heartattack? He was never one to be embarrassed, but he would be red when you said what you said. He liked feeling small in your presence. He liked being humiliated by you. He liked getting orders from you. With no doubt he'd put on a skirt/dress for you too.

"Who are you?"

"Your slut," he whispered.

"Louder."

"I'm Mommy's little slut," he moaned as he felt your hand go up his naked thigh under the skirt.

This one is a bit shy about making moves or doing anything without your orders, so you'll have to bring it up if you want to see him wearing anything like that in the future. But don't worry, he's just waiting for you to tell him and he'll put on a matching set of a crop top and short skirt for you.

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徐明浩 / the8 / minghao

Minghao wears crop tops sometimes so it wouldn't be too out of his comfort zone to try on a skirt/dress. He would feel more comfortable putting on a skirt/dress if you asked him to do so because then he knows you're into that or at least curious and interested — he wouldn't take the first step though just in case you didn't like it. But he's been waiting for this and is therefore prepared and has a sexy skirt hiding in his closet already.

"Can I wear one of your skirts/dresses, Mami?" he batted his eyelashes innocently.

"Of course."

He went to your room and when he came out you didn't expect to see him in stockings too.

"Dirty Kitty."

This will become regular. He will surprise you in your skirt or new skirts and pair them with crop tops, thigh highs and garters etc. And whenever he's feeling like a bad kitten he will send you nudes with your favourite skirt on.

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부승관 / seungkwan

Seungkwan would do anything for a kiss even if it's something he doesn't quite get yet like wearing a skirt/dress. But he was the goodest boy for you after all so he would try with an open mind. He'd be pretty nervous though, because he'd want to be pretty for his Mommy so it's important to encourage him with your support, love and kisses. Praise your Babyboy and he'll be even gooder — if possible.

"Do I get more kissies, Mommy?" he gave you puppy eyes and puckered up his lips.

Who were you to deny this precious angel?

His face brightened up and he happily put on the feminine clothing item.

"Do I look pretty for you, Mommy?"

He'll surprise you with a cute skirt or dress every now and then when he's missed you extra much, or if he's in deep need of your attention. Give him your love, he deserves it.

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최한솔 / vernon / hansol

He would try to joke around a bit to lighten up the mood or try to hide his real feelings about it. In reality he would be so damn shy about it, because it might've been something he'd seen in a dirty clip or pic before. And he maybe had a thought about surprising you in a crop top one night (taking baby steps) before you even asked him to put on the skirt/dress. He would be grateful he was in a relationship where you were comfortable enough with each other to try new things.

"You look cute," you played with the edge of his skirt.

"T-Thank you, Mommy," he stuttered and blushed.

He will not be shy to introduce new sides of himself. You two will make mental lists of things you want to try out because you know you can trust each other and have fun.

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이찬 / dino / chan

He would shake his head and be against it the exact moment it came out of your mouth. This brat would decline in a bad manner too. He wasn't that unholy, right? But he only acted bratty because he wants you to be meaner to him. If he heard your stern tone he would put on a skirt/dress it in a split second. Although the idea of using skirts/dresses isn't the sexiest thing he could think of, he certainly wouldn't mind giving you a lapdance with one on, it would be a win-win situation.

"Nope."

"Put it on. Now," you used the voice he didn't dare go against.

"Yes, Mommy."

Putting on a dress/skirt as you edge him will be his go-to punishment if he misbehaves — which happens often — because it's a bit humiliating to him. But he'll enjoy it more than he'd like to admit.

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[ncteez]

not a virgin (h.v.c)

Vernon, a friend of your friend spills his spicy sex life and accidentally reveals to an entire group of near-strangers (including you) that he’s had sex one and a half times and that it was sick.

or the one where despite vernon not being a virgin, he is somehow more of a virgin than an actual virgin. 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 4.7k

PAIRING― vernon x afab reader

CONTENT― inexperienced vernon, playful reader, he’s super cringe and lame, mentions of minghao liking to get pegged, mentions of wonwoo believing that the clit doesn’t exist and spreading the info to vernon, the reader just wants to get vernon laid again (by her)

NOTE― he is a loser and I want him. this was written like, so fucking fast so if you see typos pls do not tell me, i’ll cry. also, sorry if the smut is bad. 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― sub(ish) and desperate vernon, unprotected sex (this isn’t safe considering they don’t know each other that well but we are just gonna pretend they both get tested and she’s on the pill thanks), guided oral (fem receiving), reader doesnt get to come, pet name: cute/cutie, tiny amount of nipple touching, vernon is pussy drunk and comes for a LONG time, he also comes rly fast lmao

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 The first thing you thought about Vernon when your mutual friend Mingyu started inviting him to the regular group hangouts was, hey, this guy is pretty friendly albeit kind of awkward. You thought he would come around, and boy did he. 

             You’re lounging on the floor of Mingyu’s living room with some five other familiar faces when the conversations get interesting. It wasn’t shocking that the host gets laid whenever he feels like it, and it’s even less shocking that Minghao suggests to the group that as a man, being pegged is a great and fun activity to try with your loved one. What was shocking, for some reason, was learning that Vernon got laid exactly one time in his life and has also had one “handjob” (it was through his pants). Given, the dude seems kind of shy, you expected with a body like his he would have at least gotten laid four or five times by now, considering being in his mid-twenties and all. 

 “You’re joking,” Minghao deadpans, looking directly at Vernon with a look of confusion, “did you even get off?”

             Vernon pauses, avoiding eye contact with pretty much everyone in the room. 

 “No,” he starts, fiddling with his hands and trying to laugh it off, “but to be fair, I don’t think she did either. Was still pretty sick though.”

 “To be fair?!” Seungcheol pipes in with a disgusted voice, “you can barely even call that fucking! You just stuffed it in and were like ‘I am laid’?! Do you even know where the clit is?”

 “The clit is a myth, it’s true! Mingyu told me!” Vernon shouts, preparing to pull out his phone to google it himself. 

 Mingyu, who has licked at least eight clits in his life, narrows his eyes at Vernon, “I did not tell you that.” 

 “Wonwoo then!” 

             Wonwoo isn’t here right now. 

 “It was definitely Wonwoo.”

           Your snort at the antics, eyeballing Vernon from your spot on the floor. You may have only known him for two or three weeks now, strictly through group hangouts but still, for some reason, you’re feeling endeared by his lack of fuckenings. It’s not like you just run around trying to bang dudes and get in their pants, but it’s also not like you’re unattracted to Vernon. If anything, you may have a tiny interest in men being inexperienced enough to praise you for the bare minimum. 

             The night continues like this, with a stray joke thrown at Vernon and his face turning an entirely different shade, and a lot more stories of sex that he’s never experienced. You wonder what it will take for him to like, you know, walk you home or something. Given, Mingyu is usually the one to do it or just suggests you crash on his couch.

             Trying to get closer to him, you offhandedly defend him every time the group of friends mocks him, and as the hours pass with your friends you find his eyes on you more and more. Maybe he can’t navigate a woman’s body, but he appears to know exactly what a hint is, and he’s not making it too difficult for you to show a slight interest in him. 

             By now it’s around two in the morning, which is far later than you usually stay at Mingyu’s house unless you crash on his couch, and everyone is starting to slip their shoes near the door. Vernon hangs back a bit to whisper talk at Mingyu, and you kind of stand in the area between the door and the living room kind of waiting for Vernon to get up and leave too.

 “You heading out too?” Mingyu finally asks towards you, lifting a finger in front of Vernon as if to tell him to hold his thought for a moment. 

 “Yeah,” you respond, scratching your head and swaying a bit awkwardly.

 “I’ll walk you home in a sec,” Mingyu continues, looking over to Vernon and finishing whatever conversation they were having before standing to his feet and grabbing his jacket, “you know you could always just sleep here, it’s pretty late.”

 “Actually, to save you the trip, it looks like Vernon is heading out. He can just take me home?”

             Mingyu looks at you for a second and then shrugs, turning to look at Vernon.

 “What?” Vernon asks as you both look at him. He apparently didn’t hear either of you through his very loud thoughts of practically being a virgin in a room full of whores.

 “She’s gotta walk home, why don’t you drive her?” Mingyu asks him, placing his jacket back down and reaching to you for a hug. 

 “Uh–” Vernon starts, looking at you as he feels his face flush. Woah, a woman wants him to drive her home? Nice. “Yeah, cool.”

             You smile, now racking your brain for how to get him to come inside with you. 

 “I only live like fifteen minutes by foot from here, it’s not the safest place at night though, I guess?” You admit, looking at Vernon and the way he comes up to you and Mingyu all stiff-like.

 “That’s fine, I’d rather you not have to walk,” he keeps his cool as he looks at you, and then rolls his eyes over to Mingyu, “no one would mug you if they saw you, no wonder you walk her home.”

             With that, Mingyu ushers the two of you out and locks his door behind him. It’s a bit awkward being alone with Vernon for the first time without a group of other people with you and you wonder how he plans to navigate the situation. 

 “Over here,” Vernons guides you with a point to his car, “let me get the door.”

             He does, opening your door for you and watching you seat yourself inside before closing it for you. He’s polite, and quite good looking, some part of you wonders if he’s lying about his sex life to seem humble. His car isn’t shitty, it’s clean when he turns on his car the music he has playing is nice, and he even turns on your seat warmer even if the drive is less than like, six minutes. 

 “So,” you start, trailing off in your thoughts as you look out the window and then turning your head toward him, “you’ve never gotten off with another person before?” 

             Straight to the point, no reason to tip-toe around it. The way he nearly choked out in response is really embarrassing, but you like it.

 “What?” He asks, clearing his throat and gripping the steering wheel for dear life. 

 “You’ve really never gotten to like, come on someone? Or in someone?” You ask again, a little too casually for him to assume you’re joking.

 “I don’t know how I’m supposed to answer that,” he stares dead ahead, realizing you haven’t even given him directions to your house and he’s just sitting at this empty cross-roads pretending he should be paying attention to the road. 

 “Straight ahead, turn when you pass the middle school, I’m like the third house on the left.” You offer, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk.

             He starts driving again, way under the speed limit as he listens to you ask another flooring question.

 “Do you want to come on someone?” You ask, leaning a bit towards him, “or in someone?”

             When he turns his face to look at you for a split second, just to see if your joking, he literally cannot read your face. 

 “Are you fucking with me right now?” He asks, seeing the middle school come into view, “because if you’re trying to set me up with a friend or something, I’m in.”

             You chuckle, leaning even closer and blowing against the shell of his ear. Is it safe to do this to a fucking simp while he’s driving? Probably not, but it’s past two in the morning and the roads are empty.

 “I was referring to me,” you whisper against his ear, “because you’re cute.”

             The way he pressed on the gas was enough of an answer, and you laugh at him for completely missing the turn to your street as you pull back.

 “My house is that way.” You joke, pointing your thumb to the missed turn and starting to get excited. 

 “Ah, fuck, sorry.” He sighs, pulling into an empty parking lot and turning around. 

             He feels embarrassed by his reaction, but like, this is kind of huge for him. Not only is he about to get laid for the second time in his entire life but it’s by someone who is implying he finally gets to orgasm? And you’re hot? It’s like his cock instantly got hard the second you implied it. 

 “You’re really not fucking with me, right?” He asks again, this time driving slowly and finding the missed turn, “Like, you’re not gonna just tease me about it and go tell Mingyu how un-laid I am?”

             You shake your head with a smile. 

 “No, I’m being serious. I’m gonna bring you to my room and show you a good time,” you explain, pointing to your house, “and you’re going to use your mouth to find the mythical clit.”

             His mouth?! On a pussy?! Fucking nice! 

 “Awesome.” Vernon confirms, ignoring the fact that you just snorted at his response.

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             He’s nervous getting out of his car and watching you unlock your door. His eyes are scanning his immediate surroundings because god, it would be a nightmare if he got mugged or something on the doorstep of a girl who is about to let him avoid his right-hand tonight. 

 “So,” He starts, looking down and kicking his foot against the concrete of your porch, “what if I’m bad at it?”

 “Oh, you will be,” you laugh, but a bit more gently than if you were trying to be mean, “don’t worry about that though, I’ll love every second of it.”

             God, he fucking hopes you’re not lying. His hands are starting to clam up and he’s sure his cheeks are blushed in an embarrassing shade of what he wants to do right now. Even when he steps through your door, he feels like his legs are going to buckle and render him useless for your plans of the night. 

             You look at his stiff posture as he stands just inside of your door way and you’re pretty sure he’s gonna need step-by-step instructions from this point forward. You turn to lock your door, slip off your shoes, and then motion for him to do it. 

 “Relax, it’s not rocket science,” you try to encourage him, “get your shoes off and come with me.” 

             He looks at your smile and once again, his knees threaten to buckle under him as he tries to take his shoes off. He doesn’t remember being this nervous before his first time, nor was he during that awkward hand job but like, you’re experienced. He wonders what he did to deserve being the most inexperienced mid-twenties-year-old guy in the world. It’s so fucking embarrassing. 

             You guide him as soon as he gets his shoes off, taking him by the hand and practically dragging him to your room and closing the door.

 “Vernon, bed. Bed, Vernon.” You introduce in a half-joke, shoving him onto the bed and practically pouncing on him. 

             He blinks up at you from your mattress, his hair fanning out against your comforter, and honestly, the man looks so lost. You hover for a second, looking at him before straddling his hips and pushing his jacket off of him, enough to where he leans up a bit to shake it off and throw it over to the side. All while still looking at you like he’s hyper-focused. 

 “What do you want to do first?” You ask as you lift your shirt off of you, trying not to rush too much though, because the way he’s looking at you makes you feel entirely too desired and you don’t want that to end. 

 “Um,” his voice gets caught in his throat as his eyes now trail from your face to your chest. You can see him try and lift his arms to immediately grab, but he appears to be controlling himself, “kiss? Can we kiss?”

             Ah, of course. Cute, cute, cute. You grab his hand for him and place it directly onto your bra before leaning down and planting your lips against his. 

             They’re warm, and his bottom lip is plush enough to suck into your mouth for a split second before darting your tongue out. Surely he’s at least made out before, and he proves that to be a correct assumption when he kisses you back with just as much experience. His hand stays still against your chest though, no exploring, no roaming, not a rub, pinch, or grope. 

             As you kiss against him, allowing yourself to get heated up by the way he uses his tongue, you reach back to his hand and practically guide it under the bra, pressing his fingertips against the perked-up nub of your nipple and releasing the tiniest of sighs into his mouth.

             Jesus, he fucking forgot. Women moan when they feel good. They moan, and they make sounds, pretty sounds, pornographic sounds. You feel him twitch just under your ass and god, that’s all it takes? 

 “I bet if I did this–” You press yourself against him, sliding back with a harsh drag of fabric against him, “you could probably come, right?”

             He groans, wincing a bit at both the loss of your mouth and the intense pressure against his length. Sure, he definitely could. It’s actually kind of insane that he was never able to work himself to orgasm with that first girl, then again, she just kind of sat and was like “so, that’s it?”, got up, and then broke up with him. 

 “Yeah,” he chokes out, pressing his fingers against your nipple himself now and staring down at your body. His eyes flick back up to yours shortly after, trying to ignore the fact that his hips are starting to move on their own despite the pain of his denim pants rubbing against him, “but–”

 “Don’t worry, you’re not going to come yet.” You smile, lifting up and listening to a little sob leave him from another wave of pleasure running through his body at your ass sitting flush against him. You unsnap your bra this time and he could honestly start drooling at the weight of your tit in his hand, honestly, he could.

 “Let's get your clothes off too, just to save the trouble later.” You instruct this time, pulling yourself away from him and watching, yet again, how he lets out another little sob at the loss of pleasure and tits. 

             You feel so powerful right now, with him entirely at your mercy and probably very willing to do just about anything to get his dick wet. This is why you love when a man is inexperienced. You’re not being talked down to, you’re not being treated like shit, you’re not being coo’d at for essentially smothering yourself on someone’s cock. Not that you dislike that, you just would prefer to have a man do it for you from time to time. Only, you don’t treat them like shit, in fact, you’re sure he might just decide to fall in love with you after this. 

 “Take them off,” you look at him after slipping your own pants off and keeping your panties on, “shirt too please.”

             He does just as you ask, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants at lightning speed before kicking them off the end of your bed, and then lifting his shirt off in one swift motion.

 “Damn,” you scan your eyes over his body, “how do you now have women throwing themselves at you?”

             To be fair, you’re kind of throwing yourself at him. He shrugs though, ultimately wanting to stop with the small talk and start with the–uh–fucking. 

             It’s not long after that that you finally crawl onto the bed, this time lying against your pillows and looking at him. He looks a bit confused, but lifts himself up and looks back at you.

 “Come here.” you pat the bed between your legs, spreading them further for him to slot himself between them. 

             At first, he gets between your legs and appears to be attempting to lean down and kiss you again, but his eyes freeze at your chest before looking back up at you.

 “There’s a lot you wanna do, I can tell,” you smile, reaching your hand into his hair and scratching against his scalp. He closes his eyes at the soft sensation, nearly leaning into it before realizing that he’s being pulled down to your face level. “This first though, yeah?”

             He blinks at you, still as lost as he was before as you slowly guide him lower, lower, and lower until he’s got his face directly between your legs. He still looks up at you from down there and, god, okay. Vernon definitely has no idea what to do, which is both endearing and frustrating. Oh well, you guess.

             You look at him and smile, winking once before essentially pressing his face directly against your dampened panties. You can tell he still has no idea what the fuck he’s doing down there, but he does have his tongue out and he’s definitely grinding himself against nothing as you hold his face there. It’s only another moment later when you reach down and shove your panties to the side, gripping his hair slightly harder and guiding his face up a bit. Enough to where you know his lips sit directly over your clit. 

 “Lick.” You instruct, rolling your hips against his mouth as he does just that. 

             It feels warm and wet when he does it, and it takes everything in you not to ask him to lay back so you can sit on his face and essentially ride his tongue until he’s swallowing up your arousal. Thankfully, you have patience, and instead of doing that, you moan for him.

             Guiding his head up and down in short and quick motions, you press your hips further against his tongue and let out another moan, this time actually feeling incredibly turned on by the way he both licks and suckles against the bud without really knowing how good it feels for you.

 “Right there,” you groan out, holding his head in place as he flicks his tongue, “that’s the clit.”

             It’s almost laughable how fast he breaks free from the grasp in his hair just to lean his head back to see it for himself. You chuckle at it, still rolling your hips, showing yourself off for him. This time you allow him to go on his own though, and he’s definitely a quick learner. 

             Instantly he’s licking directly against your clit, straying for a few moments to lick a stripe up your folds, but always landing right back at your clit and focusing most of his attention there. 

 “Keep doing that, fuck–” you compliment him, stilling your hips and feeling the way he grabs your legs with both hands just to hold you in place so that he can bury himself further in, licking pretty much every single part of you before sucking and flicking his tongue yet again against your clit.

             With all the porn he surely watches to know that he should do that, you’re shocked he genuinely didn’t know where the clit was. 

             Rushing only slightly, you reach down to his hair and pull his head back, guiding him straight back up to your mouth before kissing him much harder than you did before. Men always love it when you taste yourself on them, and Vernon is no different when he moans into the kiss and instantly presses himself against your heat. 

             Your panties are slowly sliding back into place by the time you finish licking against his tongue, and when you pull back to look at him, he still looks like a deer in headlights.

 “If you fuck me now, I’ll go down on you in the morning–” you offer, and god he didn’t even have to think twice before he’s frantically nodding his head and leaning back on his heels. He doesn’t look down at himself, and he definitely ignores the fact that he will probably orgasm within a total of three seconds if you let him do what you’re asking. 

 “You want me on top?” You ask, already moving from your position and waiting for him to lay down, “I said I’d make you come, didn’t I?”

             He smiles, lying himself down again much as you had him originally. 

 “You don’t talk much, hm?” You ask this time, moving around on the bed until you’re beside him. You slip his boxers off fairly quickly and slip your own panties off as you wait for him to respond. 

 “I’ll say something stupid if I do,” he admits, watching you come back to his side, “I don’t want to ruin the m–”

             He’s cut off by you grabbing his cock with one hand and pumping up and down much like he would on his own. “Oh,” he groans, “okay, shit–” he mutters again.

 “There you go, keep talking. It’s cute.” You encourage, letting him now fuck up into the circle of your fist and watching the way he bites against his lower lip at the pleasure.

 “Can’t believe you let me eat you out,” he starts, eyes closing as he continues to lose himself in your hand, “didn’t know it would taste so good, like, I think I get why Mingyu always talks about eating pussy–”

 “Okay, enough talking,” you chuckle, leaning down a bit to lick against the head of his cock once, before holding the base and looking at him. “Do you want to come in me?”

             He nods frantically, breathing in deep and memorizing the way your hand feels around him, you know, for future purposes. 

             It’s like you give him no time at all to feel the loss of your hand when you sink down on him without hesitation. You knew it would knock the breath out of him, and boy did it. 

 “Okay, you can talk now,” you sigh out yourself now, feeling that he’s actually a pretty good size and could easily make you scream if he knew how to do it, “go on, talk.”

             You know he can’t, especially with the way he practically goes cross-eyed when you swirl your hips around and stretch yourself out on him. In fact, he’s so lost in it that all he can do is grip your hip with one hand and nearly rip your comforter with the other. He doesn’t even know what to do, because eating you out turning him on far more than actually being inside of that last girl, and then the way you jerked him off had his brain nearly spinning. You didn’t even warn him so he could prepare for how wet and warm your pussy feels around him. 

             Just as soon as it started, you’re pretty sure it’s about to be over. You’re watching him as you sit, his cock buried into you, and he’s just lying there whimpering. Part of you wonders if he knows he’s practically crying right now, but you don’t mind. You clench, and he lets out a little broken sob, you lift a little, and he sobs a bit louder, and then you finally lift all the way until he’s nearly pulled out of you before sitting again.

 “Oh, fuck,” he moans, his other hand shooting to your other hip and holding you down on him, “stop moving, please–”

             You tilt your head, incredibly attracted to his voice right now.

 “I thought you wanted to know what it’s like to come inside of me?” You ask mockingly, lifting again before sliding back down on him. His hands grip you even harder after that, trying to hold you down on him with a bit more force.

 “I do–” he chokes out, trying to argue with you for some reason, “just–hold on.”

             You still yourself on him, clenching still just to work him up more. You know he just doesn’t want to come because then it’ll be over, but it’s not like you don’t intend to let him try again tomorrow morning anyway.

 “Relax, you can fuck me again.” You smile, leaning down to kiss his slack lips.

             That appeared to have done it for him, because instantly he shoots one hand to your chest, the other to your cheek, and he’s kissing you so hard that you know he’s about to just let himself go. Boy does he, snapping his hips up slowly at first before picking up the pace and very clearly chasing that orgasm he’s never gotten to have with another person before.

             You hover a bit for him, allowing him to fuck up into you, and it causes your lips to slide against his at a strange pace, one where your teeth clink together, one where his moans don’t get swallowed up by your own, one where his lips go right back to falling open, slack against your own as he presses his hips impossibly deeper into you so he can do just as you said he would get to.

             The way he falls apart is so pretty. You pull back sitting harder against the pressure of his length pulsing inside of you to look at him. His hand falls from your chest, and the other falls to your waist as he releases for what you can imagine is the longest orgasm you’ve ever seen a man have. His eyes are closed, brows showing immense relief, mouth still open as he releases almost no sound at all.

             God, he’s fucking gone and it’s honestly the greatest thing you’ve ever seen a man do when he’s under you. You can’t help but fall forward again, this time against his ear and whispering. 

 “You look so good when you come,” you moan softly for him, knowing full well that he still hasn’t felt what it’s like to make a woman orgasm, “lucky me for being the first to see it.”

             His ears are ringing but he hears you so clearly, and just as his orgasm subsides, he practically clings to you, pulling you down and against him in such a bruising hug that all you can do is chuckle at how sweet it is. 

             His breath is uneven, but his cheeks are a light shade of pink and you’re entirely fixated on how bad he is at sex, but also insanely willing to fuck him over and over again, all the way until he has the skill to have you reacting this way. 

 “Good?” You ask, lifting from his hug and slowly slipping him out of you.

 “Mhm,” he hums, dazed, “you said we could do it again?”

             You laugh because of course that’s what he’s going to focus on.

 “You’ve still gotta make me come, cutie.”

             His eyes shoot open and instantly he’s nervous again. “Wait, you didn’t?”

 “Um, no?” You laugh, reaching over your bed and grabbing the shirt you’d taken off earlier to hold between your legs, since apparently he also doesn’t know that clean up is important too, and you should probably be in the bathroom right now. “can we talk while we clean up?”

             He nods, looking at you and feeling real fucking bad that he’s the only one who orgasmed.

 “No, but it’s not fair that I came and you didn’t–” He tries to argue as you clean yourself and then hand him a dampened cloth, “why didn’t you tell me?”

 “Relax, I was more focused on getting you off than myself. I still loved every second of it!”

 “But did you even feel good? God, why am I like this?” Vernon continues, shaming himself for doing exactly what you instructed. 

 “Oh my god, Vernon–” you stop him, grabbing his face with both hands and squishing his cheeks, “Stop talking, you’ll make me come plenty of times if you want, you’ve got my number.”

 “Wait,” he says between his squished cheeks, “I do?”

             You roll your eyes. Obviously he has the number of the girl he just came inside of.

 ~

#vernon smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #chwe hansol smut

[miraclewoozi]

NOW YOU SEE ME - c.hs

you can’t say you’re surprised that your boyfriend leaps at the thought of throwing some sensory deprivation into the mix of your sex life, but you’re maybe a little shocked at just how into it he gets.

pairing; vernon x fem reader. genre; smut. plotless smut. MINORS DNI. w/c; 4.5k a/n; smut warnings under the cut. a/n2.0: you ever just think about that one time hhu wore blindfolds on stage? yeah. yeah, me too. a/n3.0: this is half proof read and half not proof read because if i had to re-read the rest i was gonna delete it! so! if there's a typo, no there isn't! <3

warnings; swearing (honestly just assume this is a given with me at this point), blindfolding, nipple play (m rec), finger sucking, praise, handjob (m rec), orgasm denial (m rec), piv sex (not wrapped but it’s est. relationship), slight dumbification (of him<3), face sitting/cum eating implied(f rec), pet-names (baby, sollie, angel, maybe a couple others). dom!reader, sub!vernon. reader is shorter than him.  (if i've missed anything, please let me know!)

“...Blindfolds?” 

“Blindfold. Singular,” you correct your boyfriend, shuffling slightly against the back of the couch. He cocks his head a little but he doesn’t contest it: he just waits for you to continue. “I don’t know. Things got a little… over-friendly at brunch the other day and someone brought it up as something they’d always wanted to try.”

“Huh,” Vernon muses. “Yeah, no. I’d never really thought about it.” 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you assure him, and he rolls his eyes at you, looking back down at his phone. He taps the screen and the familiar jingle to his favourite game sounds through his speaker once more. 

“I didn’t say that,” he says, the corners of his mouth tweaking up almost undetectably. What’s less discrete, though, is the way his bottom lip pinches as he draws it just slightly between his teeth. “You know I’ll try anything once.”

“Anything?” you tease, raising the volume of the TV again now your little intermission seems to be coming to an end. 

“Almost anything,” he corrects. You laugh, and so does he; you bump your foot against his abdomen where your legs are resting in his lap, and his grin stays an extra few seconds on his face. Right up until something in his game obviously gets a little more difficult; then, his brow furrows in concentration and his thumbs start moving deftly across the screen. You turn back to the TV, pretending to pay any attention to the show you put on a little while ago, but your mind starts to drift elsewhere.

Good to know.

Three weeks pass before anything comes of that little conversation. 

For a little while, Vernon was half-expecting you to whip out a sash of satin every single time things got the slightest bit steamy in the bedroom. When he told you he was down to try almost anything once, he really wasn’t kidding — even though you’re yet to deliver on that grand idea, you can safely say that your sex life has gotten a little bit spicier since you brought it up. Nothing nuts, granted. A few restraints, a couple of new toys here and there, but as yet…

No blindfolds.

So when he gets home from work late one evening, yawning his way through the front door to your apartment, it’s honestly faded almost entirely from his mind. Hearing him enter, you come through to greet him in the hallway, eyes landing on Vernon as he’s mid-stretch, his t-shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his toned midriff. Your smile at seeing him only brightens.

“Long day?” you ask, taking the last few steps towards him. Maybe there’s a little extra sway in your hips as you do, but Vernon looks so out of it that you’re not entirely sure he notices. He nods at your question anyway, rolling out a kink in his neck.

“The longest,” he says. “How was yours?”

“Slow,” you sigh, reaching him and slipping your arms around his waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He ducks his head down, pressing a short but sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. You rock up onto your toes to press one of your own to his lips and he smiles against you, humming in the back of his throat. “Can we order something in today? If I try to cook right now, I’ll end up burning the place down.”

“What else is new?” you tease him, pressing small pecks across his cheek and trailing them down his jaw. He clicks his tongue in feigned indignation but sighs anyway, tipping his head to the side; your kisses start to linger, each touch of your lips lasting just a fraction longer than the last.

Your embrace tightens, pulling him flush to you. There’s something really endearing in the way he lets his weight fall against you, only barely steadied by his hands on your hip bones. 

“But before we do,” you murmur, lips tickling at his earlobe. He slackens his jaw, lips falling apart, eyelashes fluttering. You grin to yourself. “I think you need to unwind a little – don’t you?”

Vernon lets out a softly chuckled laugh. “I think you might be right,” he agrees.

You take a few paces back from him, reaching into the pocket of your sweatpants and pulling free a length of silk, running it slowly through your fingers as you lean against the opposite wall. His eyes fall to the pearlescent material before they lift back to your own; all the tiredness seems to have been shocked clean out of him and he stares at you like all his Christmases have come at once.

“Tonight?” he asks. You can practically see his thoughts firing off at a hundred miles an hour in those beautiful, big, brown eyes. Cute. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod. Vernon swallows so hard that his Adam’s apple bobs. “If you want to, of cour–.”

“I do,” he says, rushing before you can even finish your sentence. “Shit, babe. Yeah – I do.”

“Come here, then,” you say. 

He does. What a good boy.

“Shirt off.”

He does that, too. In one swift movement, he reaches behind his head and pulls at the collar. His upper half is quickly bare and the discarded article of clothing is little more than a scrunched ball on the hallway floor. He stands in front of you, still gazing down at the silk. You’re not oblivious to the hardness growing in his pants as his breaths get a little deeper and his chest starts staining pink in a blush, but you make no effort to do anything about it. Instead, you twirl your finger once, asking him to turn around, and he spins on his heels so he’s facing away from you.

He's even polite enough to bend his knees so that you can reach without stretching.

“S’that okay?” you ask once your fingers have tied the silk at the back of his head, tugging gently at the bow. He nods, his own hands lifting to make sure it’s secure and in place, that he can’t see anything, before he stands fully upright again. “Not too tight?”

“Perfect,” he tells you. 

You walk around to his front, using this moment to really take him in. His pants sit low on his hips, as they always do, and the waistband of his boxers peeks out over the top of them. He's perfect, you think, licking over your lips at the subtle edges of muscle and every inch of smooth skin. All yours, all for the taking. I can’t wait to ruin him.

“Tell me anytime if you want me to take it off, okay?” you ask, reaching out with one hand to press your palm against his bare chest. He gasps softly at the sudden contact but quickly relaxes into it, almost falling forwards into your touch.

“I won’t want you to,” he chuckles. “But yeah. Of course.”

“Good boy,” you coo. Your thumb strokes gently over one of his exposed nipples, earning you another easily-won sharp intake of breath. A few more careful brushes and it starts to harden under your touch, your intense, hungry gaze unwitnessed by the man already totally at your mercy. His back arches just a little, seeking more, but you stop almost as quickly as you started.

Instead, your hand travels upwards, flat-palmed but agonisingly light. He's burning up, already, the loss of one of his senses so obviously heightening everything else. 

Two of your fingers curl beneath the chain that decorates his collarbones, pulling at it firmly, and he stumbles forwards for real this time. You catch him with your other hand on his waist, holding him in place and looking at his parted, pink lips. 

“D’you trust me?” you ask, and Vernon nods, following the sound of your voice until he’s just inches away from your own mouth. Each of his breaths feels a thousand degrees as they breeze over your face; you can’t help but lean forwards and kiss him. Just once. As a treat.

“With my life,” he whines, chasing you when you pull away. “I’m all yours, babe. Please. Use me.”

You keep your fingers hooked under his chain and use it to guide him all the way to your bedroom. He follows blindly, steps clumsy: he trips over himself a few times, slipping in his socks on the polished floor. He mumbles various unintelligible things to himself each time and you just laugh sweetly back at him, but his gracelessness only delays you by a couple of seconds. The moment you have him in your room, you uncurl your fingers from his necklace and plant both your hands on his waist, pushing him slowly down towards the bed.

“On your back,” you tell him, watching as he lies flat, both his arms fixed at his sides. 

You climb on top of Vernon, for the first time really realising just how much power you hold over him, right now. He is completely at your will. With one hand planted either side of his head, you lean down over him, hovering with your lips just grazing his own. He tries to press up into the kiss but you deny him, pulling away until he falls back onto the bed with a huff.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, aren’t you ‘Sol?” you ask, each syllable dragging your lips across his, joining and separating them over and over. “Be really, really good?”

He nods, and when you don’t respond to the nonverbal answer, clears his throat. “Y-yeah. I promise.”

“Only because you know what’ll happen if you don’t.”

“Only ‘cause I want to,” he corrects, swallowing hard again. You grin at him, giving in to the kiss that he so desperately wants. He moans softly at it, again as you lick your way between his parted lips, again still as you suck his tongue into your mouth and ghost your teeth over the muscle. 

It’s spitty and sloppy and needy on both of your ends but Vernon makes a point not to lift his arms from where they’re placed down by his thighs. He kneads at the bedding instead: grasps and releases the sheets, rubs them between his fingers so that he doesn’t completely lose himself in you and do something he shouldn’t. He really is being good, you muse. Showing real restraint. Because you know, and he knows, that he isn’t allowed to touch you until you say that he can.

You sit back from him after a little while, pulling off your own shirt and taking hold of one of his hands. He curls his fingers around yours, so deeply grateful for even this pathetic little touch.

“Here,” you sigh, and Vernon rolls his head back when you place his palm on your side, on the fabric of your bra band but not at the cup. He holds you there, thumb stroking back and forth, and when you lower yourself back down again, he’s so careful in how he tightens his grip so that he doesn’t let go.

You kiss his Adam's apple first, feeling it dip and vibrate with the moan he emits. You travel lower, then, and lower still: over his collarbone, down his chest, before your tongue flits out across one nipple, hardened from the chill in your apartment and aided by the anticipation of not knowing where you’ll touch him next. He whines at the gentle brush, biting down on his lip; you feel how his hips threaten to jolt beneath you, but his concentration is written all over his face and you just know he’s anchoring them down with all his might. You blow a slow stream of cool air over the bud, one hand moving down to toy with the other side of his chest. 

He’s always been so sensitive, here. Always keening and gasping as you tweak his nipples and suck them into your mouth. You tug one between your teeth, at the same time wiggling your hips down to better position yourself over his cock. It’s straining so much against his work pants and you think if he gets any harder, he’ll burst through the seams. A high-pitched whine tumbles through his defences at the combined sensations, and you roll down against him again, again, again until he’s grasping at your bra for dear life.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask him, voice low and quiet. 

“Need more,” he says. “Please — fuck. Fuck, I need more.”

You click your tongue at him. “Such a nasty word from such a pretty mouth.” With a frown, you sit upright and press two of your fingers against his lips. He parts them for you but immediately closes his mouth around your digits, suckling on them, licking over them, groaning at the weight of them when you grab his jaw with your thumb and ring finger, pressing his tongue back down in his mouth. “Be good, okay?”

He nods, his jaw a little slack even when you pull your fingers away, a string of his spit keeping you connected until it breaks and falls onto his chin. It stays that way even when you move off him, even when you start unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. He helps, lifting his hips, kicking them off and over the side of the bed, ready to be forgotten, all the while not closing his mouth. You position yourself between his calves, just out of reach of his hands, and trail your fingers over the insides of his thighs. 

“You want more, huh?” you ask, watching as Vernon nods again, so desperately, the blindfold staying secure and unmoving even as the bow at the back shifts against your bedsheets. His jaw is so tense, the muscles at the joint are practically bulging. you’d feel bad for him if he wasn’t so damn pretty when he got worked up.

“Please,” he pants, muscles twitching under your touch. When you lean down and kiss the inside of his thigh, right where that adorable freckle embellishes his skin, he jerks enough that he almost plants his knee into your jaw. “M’sorry — it-… it all feels so much more sensitive today-” he says, all rushed and hurried. You kiss his thighs over and over, licking your way upwards, pecking just below his belly-button and dragging the tips of your nails down his sides. God, his cock is hardly even concealed beneath his brilliant white boxers; he might as well not be wearing any with the outline so clear and obvious. A small translucent patch is even starting to form where his tip strains against them. 

“I know, baby,” you grin. “It's okay. Can we take these off, too?”

He wordlessly lifts his hips up for you again so you can work his last remaining article of clothing off his scorching body. His length bounces free the second it possibly can, thick and leaking, and he groans at the relief of finally escaping the elasticated confines. 

I could just leave him like this, you think to yourself, relishing in everything that makes the man lying in front of you so perfectly himself. Every single hair, standing on end, at attention to you. Every dip and curve and bump and bruise and scar. You could stare at him all day. But he’s growing impatient behind that blindfold, no matter what his perfectly well mannered hands and near-silent mouth would have you believe. As much as you want to just sit here and visually appreciate him, you think maybe it won’t hurt to physically do so, too.

It’s a fair stretch, but you manage to lean over him to open your bedside drawer and pull free a small bottle of flavoured lube. You squeeze a little into your palm, and he inhales a few times: even though you can only see two thirds of his face, you can practically feel him trying to figure out what the fragrance he can smell is, all of a sudden.

“Strawberry?” he murmurs after a moment, and you hum acknowledgement, taking his cock in your hand. He sighs, hips lifting to thrust himself further into the circle your fist makes; you freeze mid-stroke until he settles them back against the bed. 

“That’s it,” you encourage, languidly starting to pump over his length as he lets out more sweet little moans and whimpers, teeth so tight around his bottom lip that the skin around them pales. “Let it out, baby.”

He releases his lip almost straight away, gasping a moan of your name, his fists balling at the bed sheets instead to ground him.

“How’s that feel?” you ask, jerking him off a little faster, moving your wrist in the way you know he likes. When he only nods up at you, you squeeze your fingers just enough that he stutters out a grunt.

“So good,” he sighs, licking out over his lips. “Feels-... feels like heaven.”

You hum, fondly smiling ear-to-ear (not that he can see this, but you both know he’s visualising your face right now whether his eyes are trained on it or not). “Fitting for an angel, huh?”

Over the course of the next few minutes, your speed increases until he honestly can’t quiet the noises you so eagerly want him to make. Alongside the lewd sounds of the lube in your palm sliding up and down his cock, over and over and over, his whimpers and pleas grow louder. He re-grasps the sheets in his fingers, spewing out a string of expletives.

“M’gonna-...” he starts, swallowing hard, and you start to slow your movements just enough to make him hiss. His voice, when he speaks again, almost seems to be laced with panic at the thought of not being allowed to finish. “Please – oh, please, you’ve gotta let me come.”

“Do I?” you ask, pouting condescendingly down at him. He can either hear it in your voice, or he just knows you well enough to have guessed exactly what your face is doing right now. Either way, he groans, his own lips jutting out to match your expression as he throws his head back.

“Please,” he tries again, a little deeper this time. As if he’s trying to be commanding when he begs you. As if he could ever stop you playing with him, like this. (As if he’d ever really want to.)

“Not yet,” you say, slowing and softening more until your movements are barely-there. “Hold on, for me.”

Miraculously, he does. even when you bring him to the edge again and immediately drop your pace — he mewls at you and rolls his head back and almost chokes on the spit collecting in his mouth, but he doesn't let go. It’s taking everything he has, you can tell. The pretty vein that runs up the side of his neck bulges. His forehead grows damp with sweat. His cock twitches and throbs in your hand and is so hard you’re sure it must be bordering on painful for him. But he holds on.

After half an hour, after denying him of his orgasm for the fourth time, you can’t help but feel a bit of pity for Vernon; he looks positively wrecked, writhing with every pump of your fist, his voice dry and hoarse. And maybe it’s a little self-indulgent, when you finally stop teasing him: maybe you can't deny that this is destroying you, too. The weight of him in your hand is satisfying, but the need you have to be stretched out on his cock is almost unbearable. 

You undress yourself as he comes back down from the brink, drying off his forehead on the back of his arm. Your clothes join his on the floor and positioning one leg over his hips, you bend down low to kiss his lips.

He presses up into it so hard he almost breaks his own nose.

“I need you, baby,” you tell him, cupping his cheek. His hands instinctively come to settle on your hips. “I want you to fill me up. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah,” he breathes, just the idea of finally being able to get his dick wet seemingly wiping away the brain matter he uses to form coherent sentences. “I can...”

“Do you want this off?” you ask, fingers playing with the bottom of the blindfold. 

He shakes his head, almost as if he’s offended that you’d ask. “No – please,” he hurries, gripping your hips tighter. “Leave it on. Wanna-... wanna fuck you with it-... wanna know how it feels…”

“Okay,” you agree, kissing the corner of his lips before grinding your pussy down over his leaking cock. The heat between your legs and the slickness of your folds as they drag against his length does something so deeply sinful to Vernon: he reaches up behind your back, pulls you down towards him, buries his head in your shoulder and sounds like he’s about to sob.

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna-...” he tries to warn you, another smooth roll of your hips cutting him off. He groans into your skin, practically drooling for you. “Oh my God – you’re so wet.”

“It's what you do to me, ‘sol,” you laugh.

He thrusts his hips up to meet yours, and it’s your turn to stutter out a breath. His leaking head grazes your throbbing, neglected clit and you don’t have it in you to tell him to keep still. You let him fuck against you for a few seconds longer, selfishly relishing in the momentary fractions of relief, but enough is enough when you need him inside you so badly it stings and you lift yourself away from him, much to Vernon’s dismay.

“You’ll last until I tell you that you can come,” you instruct him. “Do you understand?” 

He swallows thickly and slides his hands down your back, pressing his fingertips into your ass, but he does nod his assent anyway. 

“I’ll try,” he says, slowing his breathing, preparing himself. The poor sweetheart always nearly comes apart the second he feels your walls hugging him.

“You’ll succeed.”

You don’t give him the time to respond as you take his length in your hand and position it at your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his cock, your cunt stretching to accommodate his size. it punches the air out of both of your lungs after the build-up; his sensitivity and you finally now feeling that delicious fullness renders both of you completely silent. You lower yourself until he’s fully tucked away inside you, until you’re sitting atop of his thighs, and suddenly you’re the impatient one. You want to feel him drag against your walls, want to feel him pounding up into you so hard it rearranges your guts. But you’re not that mean. You wait a few seconds for his abs to relax and for his fingers to stop grasping your ass so ruthlessly before your thighs start to work you up and down in deep, long movements.

Truthfully, you’re really not expecting this to last very long at all, so Vernon surprises you when he holds himself together beneath you long enough for the knot to start tying itself low in your stomach. He doesn’t thrust up into you, nor does he bounce you up and down on his length the way he sometimes does. It’s self preservation, really, but you can convince yourself he’s just being on his best behaviour if you want to (but it’s kind of hard to care too much when his gorgeous cock is pressing so deeply into you that you can feel it in your stomach).

“You feel so good, Sollie,” you gasp for him, changing the angle of your hips and feeling his tip graze across the spot that sends your hips into disrepair and your brain into a frenzy. If you weren’t kneeling, you think you’d collapse. “You fill me up so well, oh my God.”

“Mhm,” he nods, squeaky and quiet. His fingers grip your hips tighter, the sharp lines of nails pressing in. You don’t care that it stings: you’re beyond playing, now.

“You wanna come so bad right now, don’t you?” you ask. 

“On-only when-...” he swallows hard, feeling you bouncing a little faster. His chest is all pink and splotchy, his neck sweaty and tense. “When you say I can-...”

“I think you’ve earned-... earned it, don’t you?”

“You think so?” He asks. You nod, forgetting for a second in your bliss that he can’t hear you until he asks again. “You really think I have?”

“Yes, baby,” you tell him, squeezing your walls around him and feeling his hips make that first frantic jolt up to meet your own. You hold yourself still, dragging your nails down his chest, leaving harsh lines in their wake. “Want you to come for me. Want you to fuck me full.”

“Shit,” he whimpers, fucking up into you again. And again, and again, and again. Over and over, faster and faster, holding you harshly in place as he chases after the release you’ve been dangling in front of his covered eyes since he came home from work. Hell, since you mentioned blindfolding him in the bedroom in the first place all those weeks ago. He can’t control himself, head back against the pillows, moaning your name out loud as his orgasm hits him like a fucking train.

You aren’t far behind: by the time his thrusts slow, you’re coming down from your own Earth-shattering high, thighs burning but feeling so deliciously full. He continues pressing into you, trying his best to keep fucking his cum into your hole even though it dribbles out and pools at the base of his cock. You’re bent down over him by the time you’ve ridden out your climax, forehead on his collarbone, feeling him soften inside you but still not pulling himself out.

“You did so good, ‘Sol,” you breathe, easing your fingers behind his head and untying the knot that keeps you from looking into those gorgeous eyes you love so much. He lets you, this time, and the silk falls away onto the pillows as he blinks up at you. His lashes are a little dewy, his eyes glassy and sweet in his post-orgasm bliss. 

He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, except that can’t be. All of them are right here in front of you.

“That was amazing,” he murmurs, hugging you close. “Thank you, y/n.”

You can’t help but chuckle at him. “Thank you for trusting me, silly.” 

“Always will,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “With my life.”

“Well. Thank you for that, too.”

He slowly pulls himself out of you after a handful of minutes, grunting softly at the loss of your heat and his sensitivity. One of his hands lightly taps against your ass and you start to sit, begin moving off him so you can both go and clean off, but he doesn’t let you get too far.

“Where are you going?” he asks, frowning, his hand gripping your ass harder. 

“Well, seeing as I’m literally dripping cum all over the bedsheets right now-...” you start, raising a brow at him. He tugs you, then, as if to pull your hips up towards him, as if to guide you up the bed. You shuffle slightly, unsure, but when he can reach, both his hands wrap around you and he pulls you up so your leaking cunt is sat right over his waiting lips.

Okay. Maybe now he’s looking at you like you hung all the stars.

“You really are, aren’t you?” he asks, nosing your inner thigh, one hand sliding in-between your legs. An elegant finger plays with his cum, smearing it over your lips, a grin forming on his own when his eyes leave your pussy and lift back up to meet yours. “I’ll be good, baby, I promise. Please. Let me help.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 — 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ‘𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓’ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

synopsis : photographs from a gangland crime scene just beyond mexico's border send ghost into a spiral. as his superior, you feel it is your duty to bring him down from delirium by any means necessary.

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader (colonel)

warnings : 18+ mdni. heavy use of the canon comics, gory imagery, mentions of torture, brainwashing, corpses. ptsd, delusions, simon in a submissive headspace. d/s themes, softdomme!reader, praise kink if you squint, oral (f receiving), fingering, cumming in pants, i wanted to write simon as a sub so i fucking did. please note this is a fic about using sex to navigate trauma. it will not be for everyone.

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He's like a spectre in the back of the briefing room, his shadow looming over the gory photographs spattered over the table and smothering the map beneath them. Snapshots of gruesome, twisted corpses reflect in the honey liquid of his irises, his usually expressive eyes made mute by the ghastliness of the savaged bodies.

Ghost's vast frame appears to shrink the longer he gazes at the glossy, printed pictures. 

Price continues his mission briefing. His forgotten cigar smoulders in the cigarette dish placed haphazardly over the map, ashes building an eminence of embers on the glass platter. His tar-drenched lungs rasp as he talks, gritty voice booming as it ricochets from the walls in the tiny box room. 

"Intel confirms a congregation of armed cartel members just beyond the Mexican borde-…."

Leaning against the wall, Ghost's shadow retreats from the tabletop and slinks back into the corner. He crosses his arms over his vast chest, charcoal grey fleece sleeves pushed to his elbows to expose the ebony ink scrawled across his chalky skin. His scarred knuckles bleach when he tightens his grip on his bicep, silently stewing in his own conviction. 

He knows. 

It's as though you can see them play like a film reel in his gilded irises, flickers of his trauma in Mexico. Ghost's file had been heavily redacted during your time as his equal, reams and reams of black ink ribbons distorting the writing and camouflaging his colourful history. Serving alongside him, you learnt that the SAS Lieutenant approached conversation similarly, censoring himself by remaining relatively silent. 

Since your promotion to Colonel, you had gained access to transparent files and learnt precisely why Simon' Ghost' Riley kept mum about his time in Coahuila… You'd seen those gnarly scars, pink and magenta and silver welts that raised or gouged into the porcelain of his pale skin. Yet, the answer to your concerned queries was always a singular, gentle remark. "Classified." 

Ghost's attempted brainwashing and the ultimate death sentence were confidential. He'd never told you that the scent of the decaying body of his Judas commanding officer, Vernon, had clung to the walls of his nasal cavities for weeks after escaping the coffin. Never revealed the way his hand sunk into the putrefying corpse when he attempted to break his way out of the casket. Wouldn't admit to ripping the jawbone from the rotting carcass to pry open the lid. 

His reason for convalescent leave was also confidential. Extreme temper-management difficulties handing the vulnerable Ghost over to ex-teammates Sparks and Washington and the conclusive massacre of his entire family. Three generations, blown away with a bullet through the skull. 

And the man at the centre of it all, Manuel Roba, stared back at him in the pictures of horrid, mangled, ripped flesh littering the table and pinned to the map. Puncture wounds from being elevated on meat hooks, emaciated following daily meals of mind-altering drugs––

"Riley." 

Ghost's honeyed eyes dart from their fixated aim on the pictures towards Price. Concern furrows the Captain's brow as he observes Ghost's self-preserving body language. "You hearin' me?"

"Loud and clear, sir," Ghost's gruff voice rattles like gravel in his chest. His eyes appear hollow through the gaps in his ski mask, black grease paint making him look particularly gaunt. 

It's a split second, momentary, but Price casts a precautionary glance your way. You know that expression, can translate the concerned crevices on John's face; he knows. 

"... Good Hunting," Captain Price issues his dismissal, pointed looks urging the members of 141 out of the room quickly. The rubber soles of your boots stay rooted to the floor, gaze set on Ghost as the task force leave the conference single file. The Mancunian doesn't budge, his eyes aimed at their target on the table. 

It takes a handful of moments, Gaz and Soap gawping over the brutal torture details and Price urging them both with an insistence to 'shut up' that was far too authoritative for them to ignore. Then, finally, the door swings shut, clicking in place. Ghost blinks at the sound, a minute, barely there flinch that wouldn't register with outsiders, but you notice it. 

Silence creeps through the room and settles between you like a blanket of gunpowder, charged and ready to blow. Ghost's body is tense, oddly postured in an attempt to retain his intense emotions. 

"Ghost." You say his codename, and immediately he moves his head in a slight shake—a silent urge for quiet. He pushes his back from the wall, slowly approaching the table he had glared at for hours. 

"It's him, isn't it? Roba," Ghost's voice is tight with fury, those gravel pieces sounding a lot more like glass shards, "He's come back."

You watch, lungs seizing behind your ribcage when you hear him speak Manuel Roba's name. The vile man had lived like a ghoul amongst Simon's memories, fictitious as long as he remained unmentioned. Talking of him was almost like speaking the behemoth into existence. 

"I know you read the file, Colonel," Ghost spits through gritted teeth, reaching forward to pinch a photograph from the table. You see it, the almost imperceptible tremor in his fingers as he does. "He did this to us- Strung us up like pig carcasses-"

"I understand that you're scared-" You begin your attempt to ease the spiral that Ghost appears to be silently falling into, his almost normal outward appearance betrayed only by microscopic symptoms of panic. 

"I'm not," he insists, agitation edging his tone of voice as he holds up the image of a gutted corpse, "I'm not scared; you're all tip-toein' around this like I'm fuckin' stupid!"

"Riley."

The use of Ghost's surname makes the hulking mass of man stop in his tracks. He swallows the words he holds on his tongue, realising his disrespect to a commanding officer should not, and would not, be tolerated under any circumstance. 

Stepping forward, you gaze right back at the shell-shocked man before you. "Manuel Roba is dead. You killed him. You know this. Shot him right between the eyes."

You demonstrate the bullet trajectory by tapping between your eyebrows with your index finger, triggering a visual for the shaken Ghost to project the image of the slaughtered drug dealer. "The bodies you're seeing are probably a result of his control over the Zaragoza Cartel. Remnants of his fighters lashing out in a last-ditch effort to obtain some power." 

Ghost nods slightly, a singular tilt forward of his head as his hand lowers to his side, fingers loosening their hold on the gory picture so it falls to the ground. He clears his throat awkwardly, eyes following the path of the image as he casts his gilded irises to the floor. You note how vulnerable he looks, flayed raw by his memories and the stalking PTSD that had gripped him without detection.

"You're right. 'M sorry," he lets out a shaky sigh, chest trembling as he attempts to expel the tension in his chest, "Don't know what I was thinkin'."

You dismiss his embarrassment with a wave of your hand. "Don't mention it." 

"How much do you know?" Ghost asks, the question uttered in a whisper. 

You consider his query carefully. A good question. How much did you know? Had the files revealed the total of Ghost's catastrophic timeline from Mexico to Manchester? Or was there still unforeseen information hidden behind censorship walls that even you couldn't worm your way behind at this high a rank?

You're careful in your choice of words, attempting to curb any particular language that could trigger upsetting recollections. "I know Roba used to brainwash you. Drug you. Make you fight."

"And?" Simon urges you onwards, his aureate irises staring coldly at you through the blackness of the grease paint and mask–– awaiting the agonising stab of the truth.  

"He used to offer sex or death as a means of control." You carefully place your palm against his shoulder, a warm and weighty presence to help ground him as you speak. "Attempted to hardwire your brain to find arousal in fear."

Ghost swallows. You see the bob of his Adam's apple beneath the thick material of the ski mask. A minuscule quiver of his eyebrow indicates his inner turmoil, the usually composed and inscrutable Lieutenant Riley slipping away as you peel away each layer of his trauma.

"Do you still? Find arousal in fear?" 

Silence twists your stomach; Ghost's incessant, piercing stare causes the hairs on your forearms to stand up. 

"On your knees, Riley."

"Yes, ma'am."

Simon sinks to his knees, slow and deliberate, in a latent attempt to please you. It's as though Everest has crumbled, its foundations bending beneath its enormous weight. Simon is an unshakeable force, an indomitable summit, yet when his patellas hit the floor, his giant palms meet the edges of your thighs in reverence for you. 

His touch is precious and delicate with its weight–– not as though he's afraid he'll break you, but more like he's trying so hard to earn your favour as his superior. His blonde lashes dip low, heavy-lidded, unable to stand looking at your face when he's laid bare for you like this. 

"Please." When Simon speaks, it's as though the cocktail of gravel and glass shards has excoriated the walls of his throat. It's broken, choked and pitchy as he begs you. "Please."

"Please what, Simon?" You query, maintaining an even, commanding tone. His eyelashes flutter slightly, trembling so prettily for you as arousal floods his spine. 

"Please, ma'am. Can I be of service?" It's spoken through his gritted teeth as though he's mortified that he's voicing these torrid desires, even in the vaguest terms. You slip your naked palm beneath the woven canvas of his mask, clutching his jaw and forcing his face upwards. 

It's amusing, you think, that Simon believes himself unreadable as long as he wears the skull mask. It couldn't be further from the truth. His eyes are so expressive, constantly betraying his innermost thoughts without even exposing the expressions of his visage. 

The probing gaze you offer him has him twitching in his camo cargo pants. You see his thick length bob against the fabric, aroused by the ease with which you read him. 

"Is that what you need, Riley?" It's rhetorical; you both know it. He's never required anything so desperately in his life. Simon had been lost in the Congo jungle without food for weeks and escaped a kidnapping attempt that had him stumble through the Iraqi desert without water, yet he looked at you with those keening eyes as though he'd die without a taste of you. 

"Tell me."

"Yes," he gasps, inhaling sharply as though he'd forgotten to breathe, "Yes, ma'am. Please, I need to tast––"

Simon barely manages to finish his sentence before he pushes his trembling fingers beneath the hem of his mask on his throat, shoving it over the point of his chin and balancing the bunched-up material on the bridge of his nose. He groans out as he fumbles with your khaki belt, unwinding it with great difficulty. 

While Simon busies himself with your zipper, your fingers delicately trace the silvering scars on his throat, many of Manuel Roba's love letters to evil etched into his ivory skin. The files had labelled each laceration and its cause; S2 below his chin issued by a butcher's knife, S5 against his clavicle the product of a dagger during a spar with another brainwashed hostage. You can't help but smile when your fingerprints find S7. 

"S7 - a two-inch superficial scar from a tricycle accident."

A desperate groan rumbles in Simon's chest when he shucks the waistband of your cargo pants over the flesh of your hips. Your hand quickly grasps the edge of the table when he buries his nose against your clothed cunt, your heavy-handedness knocking more of the long-forgotten gory images to the floor. 

"Fuck," Simon exhales, his warm breath fanning across the soaked fabric of your panties. "Thank you, Thank y- fuck."

Your gasp of pleasure catches even you off guard as Simon drags the flat of his tongue against the wetness of your underwear, a groan sneaking from his open mouth as he relishes in the taste. 

"This good, ma'am?" he breathes, hot and heavy against your core. He's desperate to please, a slight flush to the lower half of his cheeks that you can see. It takes you a moment to compose yourself, overwhelmed by the exposed flesh of his face. 

"Yes," you praise him as he uses his fingers to push aside the cotton in his way. "So fucking good for me, Simo-nhgn-" 

The tip of Simon's tongue seems to find your clit almost instantaneously, curling around the sensitive bud and teasing it as though he knew exactly what you needed. His moan is muffled and pathetic against your soaked cunt, lapping at your arousal and drowning himself in you. 

He keens when your fingernails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulder, digging reddening crescent moons into the skin. They blend amongst the charcoal of his tattoo sleeve, but they're there, little arches among the skulls, guns, and warfare. 

Simon paws at the backs of your thighs, spreading the wingspan of his fingers across the curve of your asscheeks and squeezes, using his hold to drag your body impossibly closer to his mouth. He nuzzles in, the tip of his nose teasing at your clit as he sinks the hot, wet flesh of his tongue into your entrance. 

"Hah-" you gasp out, Simon's moan vibrating against your needy clit forcing you to grind forward against his face in search of more friction. Your fingers find purchase in the fabric on the top of Simon's head, curling your knuckles around it but ensuring you don't lift the mask from his face. 

The Lieutenant feels your grazing fingers against his scalp, burying his face further into your pussy as he tastes your arousal from the source. He sighs heavily, shakily into your cunt as he savours the ambrosia on his tongue, greed forcing him in for more–– licking and tasting and sucking and swallowing more of you. 

"So good for me, Simon," you reward him, voice trembling as he assaults your cunt with his probing tongue. He retreats from the soaked flesh of your cunt to tease at your clit again. You can feel your pulse concentrating in it, thudding against his tastebuds. 

"Mhmm," he huffs, vast chest heaving with heavy breaths that add another layer of pleasure to your arousal as they waft over your wet pussy lips. You could cry when you look down at him, his eyelids drooping (one lower than the other thanks to the scar that ran across his left eyelid. "S4 - a superficial scar from a fist fight during detention in Mexico").

A single, calloused palm skirts around your waist, splaying wide across your lower abdomen as Simon feels the muscles beneath his hand tremble and tense at his ministrations. He groans again, his other hand teasing at your pussy lips from behind in a silent plea for entry. 

"Simon- Simon, do it," you urge him, desperate to be filled as he teased at your clit with his nimble tongue. You'd never had guessed a man so intent on disguising his countenance would have the perfect face to sit on. 

"Yes, ma'am," he responds, only momentarily before reestablishing the relentless rhythm of the swipe of his tongue. Then, without much warning, he sinks his index finger into your entrance. A delicate press of his fingertip at first, testing the waters, so to speak. Only when you let out a blissful sigh does Simon continue to ease the digit into you. 

His fingers are so thick. You stretch around him, your head dipping back between your shoulder blades and gasping a curse to the naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. The bliss that sweeps through you is overwhelming, toes curling in your combat boots as you attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure. 

Simon won't let you. 

"Please," he moans in bliss as he pulls you closer again, your feeble body unable to fight his firm control when your limbs are gelatinous and malleable to his whims. 

His cock is bobbing beneath his cargos, a dark patch of precum soaking into the camo print. A flood of arousal drips through you, your eyes rolling back at the realisation that he might fucking cum in his pants, untouched, just with the taste of you.

"S-Simon-" you wail, losing all control as your voice cracks. "Right there-"

God, he ratchets up the intensity of your bliss by sinking another finger into you. It faces no resistance, sliding down to the knuckle with an ease that had you seeing stars when it pushes up against something utterly devastating within your abdomen. 

"There!"

Simon groans around your cunt, lathing his tongue over your throbbing clit with an eagerness that seems so alien for the stoic, unreadable Special Airforce Soldier. His fingers ease in and out of you ever so slightly, rocking back and forth against that mind-numbing spot inside you that has your knees buckling beneath your weight. 

"Oh my g-aha-" you choke on your words, both hands now fumbling to hold onto the table with a white-knuckle grip. Tension curls in the pit of your stomach, twisting and shape-shifting.  

You feel it before you hear it. The vibrations of Simon's desperate groans of bliss rock through your cunt before the sounds reach your ears, his mouth sloppy on your cunt as his own arousal begins to take root. The fingers not buried inside your walls take a bruising grip on your waist, branding you with his prints.  

He notches that paradisical spot inside you one more, and your failing knees quake at the vicious burst of ecstasy it unleashes. You moan loudly, the lewd sound wracking through your body as though Simon had just set off a stun grenade, light bursting through you with a crack. Your hips buck against his chin and nose mindlessly as you ride through the peak of your bliss. 

Simon lets his jaw hang loose, tongue flat as you ride against it— pathetic, utterly disgusting groans of delight drip from his lips as you use him. He pants, and you only just manage to force your eyes open as a particularly pitchy wail of your name to witness his undoing. 

His hips rock forward against nothing, just barely finding friction on the seam of his pants as his orgasm rocks through him. You watch his eyelids flutter and his brows twitch as he cums in his standard-issue military cargos. He slumps back slightly, jaw loose as he sucks in deep breaths. It's utterly unbecoming of someone who appeared so unshakeable, a submissive, needy man taking his place. 

At first, you allow him some space. The forceful inhale and trembling exhale of his lungs tick like a clock, in and out, in and out. Simon's hand delicately smoothes over the flesh of your ankle, a feeble attempt to feel close to you in this moment without overstimulating his vulnerable mind. 

When he lifts those honeyed eyes to you, searching for your comfort, you allow your palms to smooth down the fabric of his ski mask and offer him some privacy, restoring some dignity to the usually stoic Ghost. 

He leans into the weight of your palm for just a second. A barely there moment, like the grip of his biceps from earlier, the twitch of his brow. It fades quickly like his S7 scar, the dripping molasses of his eyes hardening beneath the skull image. 

"Not a word," you order him, tone aggressively authoritarian when you issue your directive. 

Ghost is glad for it, a curt nod of his head indicating his return to lucidity as he begins to rise to his feet. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

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three men and a slut

member  |  seungcheol x vernon x chan x fem reader genre  |  smut word count  |  ~2,700 warnings  |  foursome, car sex, dom!cheol, sub!vernon, sub!chan, switch!reader, pet names (princess, puppy, baby, good girl), name calling (slut, whore), possessive cheol, fingering, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, a little manhandling, some choking, a teeny bit of objectification ?, masturbation (m), creampie (they don't discuss birth control so BE SAFE), no mentions of alcohol but it's kinda implied they're a little tipsy, they're still aware enough to consent though!!, there's no clear relationships but it's mentioned that cheol & reader used to hook up, this is just really rough and nasty car sex, if i missed any please lmk! notes  |  lowercase intended. this is technically the first threesome (well- foursome) i've written so feedback would be really helpful! also i don't usually write sub!idol just bc i personally am not experienced being a dom so that's why i usually write sub!reader, but for this i wanted to try writing it :) also don't laugh at my title i think i'm very clever and funny. this is written completely targeted at @duhnova i hope you suffer (lovingly) merry christmas heathen <3 please note since this was written with nova in mind it may have some things that not everybody enjoys so don't feel obligated to read if it's not something you're into! everybody has different tastes. for those that read it, i hope you like it hehe - 💒 june

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“chan will be here– soon,” you call behind you, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk as you walk to go sit at a bench outside the club. 

vernon follows behind you, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “are you… coming back to my place?”

“mhm!” you giggle, sloppily pressing your lips against his. your tongue delves into his mouth as he whimpers, his hands falling to your hips and squeezing, pulling you against him so you can feel he's already half hard.

with public indecency charges the furthest thing from your mind, you’re almost considering undressing him right here and now, until a pair of bright white lights engulfs you and a shrill honk sounds behind you.

reluctantly you pull away from vernon, and he quickly reaches out to wipe the little bit of drool from your mouth as you turn towards the black suv.

“hiii, channie!” you sing out as you fling open the back door, vernon teetering after you.

he smiles, calling your name. "so where am i taking you now? your house, or vernon's?"

"mine," vernon says, helping you into the car with a grin before sliding into the passenger seat himself.

the drive starts out fine. until you look up at vernon in the front seat, hooded eyes watching the streetlights go by, and you begin thinking to yourself how pretty his face would be when you sit on his cock.

so you tell him so.

"you wanna… what?" he says, turning around in his seat to face you, his cheeks dusted with pink.

"well, it's not like i haven't before," you frown, scooching to the edge of your seat so you can lean forward to hear him better.

vernon sighs. "not in front of chan, though."

“you know i can hear you guys, right? i’m literally right here,” chan mutters, his eyes glued to the road. “now sit back in the seat and put your seatbelt on, or i’ll pull over.”

“well, you can join,” you sulk, but you slide back into the seat. “you don’t have to be so grouchy about it. do you want me to suck your dick? you probably have a really nice dick, too, would probably fit so nice in my mouth."

vernon whines about something in the front seat, but you can’t hear him, so you lean forward again to hear him. chan sees you out of the corner of his eye and glares at you, turning off at the next freeway exit and pulling into the first empty parking lot.

“can you just– do whatever it is you need to do so i can take you home safely?” he asks, exasperated.

“sure, if you don’t mind watching. or participating,” you say, already climbing up over the center console to sit yourself on vernon’s lap before chan can say anything.

you’re already starting to grind down onto him, but vernon stills your hips and looks over at chan, then back at you. “baby, we can wait til we get back home. don't make him watch if he doesn't want to."

you pout. “no, i want him to watch,” you whine, sliding your hands along vernon’s arms. “want him to see how good you make me feel.”

you look at vernon, and vernon looks over at chan. he coughs awkwardly, his face a bright shade of red that's only half visible in the moonlight. "i… never said i didn't wanna watch," he says finally.

"see! told you," you tell vernon, smacking his shoulder lightly. 

you turn back to face them, both their eyes watching you intently.

"so. who wants to do what first?"

while you’ve been caught up with the two men in the car with you, at the other end of the parking lot, seungcheol is just locking up at his closing shift.

the lot is empty, except for one car a few rows down from his, which is… odd, considering it’s after three in the morning. and when he looks closer, he notices they’ve got their hazard lights on. 

so of course, he can’t just leave without checking it out. somebody might be in trouble.

and somebody is in trouble. you, for cumming without permission, as vernon’s fingers are deep inside your cunt and you lean across the seat to bob your head up and down on chan’s lap.

“can feel you throbbing on my fingers,” vernon moans. he leans his head forward to kiss your hip, but it quickly turns into a bite, his teeth skimming over your ass as he sucks deep bruises into your skin. 

seungcheol is just about to knock on the window and ask if whoever’s inside needs help, when his jaw falls open at the sight in front of him. oh, the way his eyes go wide when he sees your ass, plastered against the passenger side window, your dripping pussy spread open on display with vernon’s fingers shoved into you for anyone who might walk by to see; your pretty lips wrapped around the driver’s girthy cock, spit pooling around the base of it from how hard you’re sucking.

you’re all so consumed with each other, drinking in how pretty you all look all fucked out already, that you don’t even notice your friend watching until vernon moans, rolling his head to the side and seeing seungcheol standing outside, face contorted with emotion.

vernon leans over to tap your shoulder to get your attention, then motions to the window, finally sliding his fingers out of you and wiping your wetness on your breasts.

you turn around, drool trickling from the corners of your mouth as you wipe your hand across your face, smearing it across your chin. you break into a grin and sit back onto vernon’s lap, reaching behind you to open his door. “hi, cheollie.”

chan looks up, breathing heavily as he struggles to recover from the feeling of your perfect, wet little mouth on him. “yo-you know him?” he pants.

“we… used to hook up,” seungcheol says, and if you weren’t so distracted by a million other things you might have noticed the cold tone to his voice. “looks like you’ve moved on, huh, princess?”

“and what if i have?” you giggle, raising an eyebrow daringly.

he tsks, his features morphing into a look you know all too well. “if i’d have known i’d see you tonight, i would’ve brought your collar, puppy,” he says with a sly grin that has vernon and chan’s mouths falling open in shock.

you sit back, placing your hands on vernon's chest. "well, you can join in, too. don't be a brat now, cheollie."

he scoffs. "princess, i think the only brat here is you."

you roll your eyes and point to the back door as you wrap your hand around vernon's cock, slowly beginning to move up and down. "door's unlocked. take it or leave it."

seungcheol just smirks, taking off his jacket and yanking open the door to slide into the backseat.

vernon whimpers as you curl your hand around him, the tips of your manicured nails gently scraping down his length as he bucks up into your hand.

you bring your other hand up to his cheek to kiss him. "you're the lucky one tonight, darling," you tell him. "you get to fuck me."

he groans, and he swears he'll cum on the spot, but then you're sinking down onto his cock and the car fills with his pretty sounds.

as he starts to find a rhythm, you lean back over and reattach your mouth to chan’s cock, painfully hard from so much happening all at once. precum drools from his tip, red and throbbing, and he sighs in relief when you finally begin to swirl your tongue around him.

cheol positions himself in the backseat, muscular legs spread wide as he watches three pretty little sluts whining in the front seat.

he's fine with sitting back and observing for now. he's fucked you enough times, had you in so many positions before, that it's almost nice to have the chance to see someone else ruin you.

but of course, both you and he know that no one makes you cum like he does; even these two cute men you have fawning over you every move, they can't make you scream their names like you would his.

so for now he sits back, patiently waiting for his turn, so he can show these two what it really means to give someone pleasure.

"i'm so close, bab–princess," vernon moans, correcting himself automatically after hearing the names seungcheol called you by earlier.

you clench around him, not used to hearing the familiar word on his lips.

"please, m'bout to cum, can i…" he pants, "…inside? please, i–"

"no."

the deep, stern voice that comes from the backseat is so unexpected, vernon's hips stutter, his orgasm falling away in a matter of seconds.

"you don't get to cum inside," cheol says, finally moving to unbuckle his pants and slip them onto the floor. "that's my job, and my job only." his hard cock slaps against his stomach, aching at the feeling of finally being freed from his pants.

"come on back here, slut," he says gruffly, motioning with two fingers. the same fingers you've had stuffed in your mouth, your cunt, every one of your holes, and that you can't help but imagine cumming on again– even after you've cum so many times already.

you whine but you comply, lifting your hips and letting vernon's cock slip out of you as he lets out a long, low groan.

he twists around in his seat, watching you climb back into the backseat.

"well, what are we supposed to do now?" he whines, gripping his cock with one hand.

"watch," seungcheol barks out, and to your surprise, vernon obeys, sitting back in his seat without complaining, his neck craned behind him to see what you're doing.

cheol grabs you by your shoulders and manhandles you into the seat on all fours, one hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

you wiggle your ass and he gives it a smack, so loud it cuts through the air.

"you ready, little brat?" he growls, rubbing at your skin where his slap left a mark.

"ple-ase?" you whimper, exaggerating the word. it's nowhere near as much begging as he'd usually require, but he's still a guest in this car, so he lets it go. if you ever call him for another late-night fuck, he'll be sure to make you beg twice as hard to make up for it then.

with one hand still grasping your neck, he uses his other hand to line himself up with you, finally pushing into you and bottoming out with one thrust.

he laughs at the way you whine, your hands gripping onto the edge of the seat. "forgotten what it's like to have a real cock in you, hm?" he teases.

you vaguely register vernon whimpering from the front seat, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his hand jerking up and down rapidly, no doubt building himself back up to the orgasm that cheol ruined just minutes ago.

cheol doesn't move, so you begin pushing your hips back against his, setting your own pace as he simply sits there, letting you fuck yourself on him.

but, as you're used to with him, he only allows you to do this for a minute or two before he's gripping your neck more tightly and thrusting into you.

you yelp at the sudden change of pace, your head falling forward as you hang onto the seat beneath you for dear life.

"you like it like this, don't you?" he groans, his hips slamming against yours so hard you're sure they'll leave your ass bruised when he’s finished. "my little whore, so greedy for a nice, thick cock, you'll do anything, won't you?"

you know he's expecting an answer, but his brutal pace barely allows you time to breathe, let alone speak. so all you can do is whimper in agreement, trying your best to nod but getting lost in the motion of his perfectly angled thrusts that have your knees shaking.

"three of us here with our own personal slut, to use however we want," he continues, giving your ass another hard slap that makes you clench around him.

with quite a bit of effort, you manage to lift your head to see how your other partners are doing.

vernon is still turned around, intensely focused on watching you, and he still has his hand around his cock, pumping furiously. his eyes dart back and forth between your cunt, where cheol is relentlessly fucking into you, and your face, where your features are probably scrunched up in pleasure.

chan must've just cum, and for a second you're disappointed you missed it– you would've loved to have seen the pretty faces he makes when his orgasm overtakes him. but then you see the way his head falls back against the headrest, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and you're just happy you get to see him like this afterwards. both his hand and the steering wheel in front of him are covered in thick, white ropes.

one particularly well-timed thrust brings your attention back to the man fucking you, your arms buckling and you fall to your elbows, back arched and ass in the air.

"are you gonna cum, little slut?" he coos, his voice deceivingly sweet. "go on, princess, cum all over my cock."

and like magic you feel your walls contract at his words, an orgasm you didn't even see coming hitting you with so much force you nearly fall off the seat. 

it feels like your high lasts forever, wave after wave of immense pleasure slamming into you as cheol fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up.

he leans over you, wrapping one muscular arm around your body and holding you close. "you still want me to cum inside?" he breathes into your ear, and you nod rapidly, humming out a 'yes' as best you can.

"p-please, ch-cheollie…" you murmur, your eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to recover. "wanna f-feel you. wanna be f-full of you."

"good girl." you can feel him smile against your skin before he lets go, sitting back up and bringing both his hands to your hips, giving him more momentum to push himself into you.

every thrust starts hitting deeper than the last, a telltale sign he's getting close, too.

with a guttural moan he buries his cock in you one last time, pushing in all the way to the hilt before you hear him let go and you can feel each rope of thick cum that he pumps into you.

when he's finally finished cumming, he lets out a long exhale, his hands gliding over your body soothingly. he stays inside you for another minute before he pulls out, his cum already beginning to leak out of you, spilling down your trembling thighs. immediately you push your fingers into yourself to keep it in, and cheol grins. "mm. good, obedient whore," he coos, the sweetness in his voice no longer fake as he leaves one more playful smack to your aching rear.

you look up to see vernon, who came all over himself, his shirt stained with white as he sits in the passenger seat, eyes fluttering shut.

chan, having gotten over his orgasm earlier, is pouting in the driver's seat, complaining about how he's going to have to deep-clean his car again after it's been thoroughly covered in cum.

and finally, cheol. he slips his pants back on, struggling a bit in the cramped space, then opens the back door and hops out of the car.

he nods at the two in the front. "nice meeting you. now take good care of her."

vernon opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, deciding not to. 

seungcheol waves behind him as he walks across the lot to his car.

"you know where to find me if you want me again."

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[wndaswife]

do i own you?

「 Thérèse Raquin x gn!Reader 」

Tags: smut, fluff, jealousy, possessiveness, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, tribbing, praise, sub!thérèse raquin, dom!afab!reader. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 6563

Summary: As Madame Raquin searches for suitors for her niece, you claim Thérèse as your own before she is paired with another.

The sun beamed down on Passage du Pont Neuf and blanketed the narrow passageway in a dense humidity. 

You walked through the almost-bustling flow of people, eyes darting around at the small shops on either side of the stony path. It’s been three years since Thérèse moved away from the countryside, away from Vernon and into the city.

Fortunately, you didn’t live very far from Madame’s haberdashery, which was also the Raquin family’s new place of residence, meaning that you didn’t have to stop visiting Thérèse as often as you did when they lived in the country. You helped them unpack their things and go shopping for supplies, went on walks with Thérèse and explored much of Paris together.

You felt that perhaps you’d gotten even closer with her since they moved, if that was possible given that you’d known her family since childhood, because there was so much more freedom in Paris. 

When visiting, which was every day of the week besides Tuesday when you worked overtime, you’d arrive just after work in the late afternoon and take strolls with Thérèse every evening before you left. On your days off from work, you’d arrive just before the haberdashery opened and stayed until the moment after Thérèse fell asleep, listening to you read to her cuddled up by your side in her bed. 

It was always a great pain to part from her, especially when you brought her blankets up to her chin once she fell asleep and kissed her forehead on those days off, but you took solace in the fact that you’d always see her the next day, whereas if it was Monday you’d see her in two days, which was even more agonising.

Upon entry to the shop, Madame promptly led you to the kitchen where she sat you down across Thérèse and filled your plate with fruit and bread with marmalade. You looked up at Thérèse, who seemed particularly irritated. Your lips parted to whisper over to her before Madame interjected.

“Y/N, you’re rather involved in your place of work,” she began. “Are there any… worthy suitors you know of? They could come to our Thursday games, have them introduced to our dear Thérèse.”

Thérèse huffed in vexation, “Madame, do not involve Y/N, please.”

The older woman only laughed, seeing in her young niece’s expression that she was only bashful when she was instead rather exasperated. She was an innocent girl in her eyes, after all, virginal-pure and timid. 

“I am only looking out for you, Thérèse,” she teased. “Besides, you’ve come of marriageable age and you mustn’t wait even another year to find a proper suitor; a man’s attraction for women tends to decline once they become older than twenty-one, and I want to ensure a good life for my niece.”

Your childhood friend looked up at you from her half-eaten toast. A faint humoured grin formed on her lips as you exchanged an unamused look between each other. She took the last bite of her food then stood up from the table. 

“I think I ought to discuss this with Y/N in private,” she said and rounded the table to you. She looped an arm around yours and lifted you from your seat. 

Madame protested, encouraging you to finish your food before you left, but Thérèse whisked you away and up the stairs, finally locking the two of you in her bedroom.

She sighed out and immediately began dressing down to her corset and petticoat. Her constrictive clothes dropped to the floor and she fell forward onto her bed. 

“Do you have any suitors in mind?” she asked, looking over at you and grinning playfully. She laid onto her back, stretching her arms back and rolling onto her side to look at you. 

She got up and crawled over to you as you stood at the opposite edge of the bed. She got onto her knees, straightening so she could kneel in front of you and face you. She tugged at the collar of your blouse.

“I’m a young woman, Y/N, my womb is ready to bring forth an abundance of fruit, my hips are of an appropriate child-bearing width,” she continued to tease. “You must help me find a fine man to cultivate my youth.”

Finally you gave in despite the weariness you felt about Madame selling Thérèse off into marriage. “I shall search for one with urgent haste, my lady,” you jested, “for your beauty should melt away the very moment you turn twenty-two.”

Thérèse giggled and she pulled you down onto her. You fell forward onto her bed, Thérèse laughing against your chest as she forced you to lay down. Your legs hung off the bed and you laid on your back beside her. She held her head up with her cheek in her palm, knees brought up so they pressed against your thigh. 

Her long brown hair spilled down her arms, her soft skin dusted lightly in freckles and beauty marks. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, her full lips pulled into a spirited grin. Eyes the shade of moss and moldavites and sparkling with girlish innocence looked down at you.

“What do you think I should do?” she asked more seriously. 

You shrugged. “I can’t imagine you married.”

She laid down, her head resting on your chest. “I can,” she said.

Your hand came up to her hair and you ran your fingers through it softly. “Truly?” 

“But not the way Madame envisions it,” she elaborated. “It’d be something different, with someone I desire to be with.”

“Do you think such a marriage is possible?” you inquired.

Thérèse rose from your body, arms laid against your chest. She laid her head back down, her cheek squished against her hand. “I think love and intimacy are always much closer than they appear,” she answered. 

The next day, a Thursday, you head to the evening game at the Raquin household with your coworker Laurent, who was also a mutual friend of Camille.

Earlier, you’d accidentally mentioned that a woman you knew was in pursuit of a suitor for her niece. It was mid-conversation and a minor detail brought up only to prove a greater point, but Laurent, ever the gluttonous woman-thirsty animal, hooked onto the mention of Thérèse.

That was how you found yourself standing in front of Madame’s haberdashery, responding to a dimwitted Laurent’s questions about Thérèse with disinterested sighs and nods. 

“You’ve been friends with the young woman for an amount of time,” said Laurent. He turned to you, hands in his pocket and looking like an ill-mannered hound. “Would you say she knows well how to pleasure a man?”

You nearly knocked him and his lopsided smile off the stone steps had it not been for Thérèse’s cousin opening the front door for the both of you. 

“Laurent!” he cheered, completely disregarding you at the sight of his friend as a man with a childlike mental capacity would. “Come in.”

You liked Camille enough to be civil, you truly did, but he had a habit of embracing horrid men like Laurent, patting them on the back and introducing them to his mother and such. He was like that, and though an underdeveloped child even in mentality, you couldn’t help but despise him, especially as you watched him help the dark-haired dunce with his jacket.

Camille wrapped an arm around the wretched man and escorted him inside. He was introduced to Madame while you took your coat off.

Thérèse looked through the huddle of people at you, smiling excitedly at your arrival. Then Camille ushered Laurent forward and a shadow of uncertainty and timidity was cast over her face.

There was an exchange between them that you did not listen to. Thérèse was led into the dining room with his hand on her lower back though she was the one who resided in the shop while he did not, and Madame thanked you for bringing home such a lovely man.

She didn’t often play dominoes with the rest of the guests, often sitting to the side and playing the role of the silent host serving tea and biscuits, opening and closing the window at the guests’ word, but tonight Thérèse played alongside Laurent. 

It was a ghastly sight, seeing her behave as his delicate wife who sat beside him, giggling at his jokes and sitting compliantly while he touched her and bathed her in compliments. 

She always beat you at the games the two of you played — chess, poker, dominoes, any game the two of you could get your hands on in the cherished privacy of her bedroom, she’d beaten you in.

That goddamned Laurent didn’t know a single thing about how she advanced her knights first and bishops last or about how she maintained a terrifyingly impeccable poker face during card games.

No one but you had ever seen her play until now and even her best gameplay of the evening was seen as complementary to Laurent’s, who praised her as if she was a child with beginner’s luck. 

You felt like storming out of the dining room each time you were subjected to the sound of his patronising.

‘Well done, Thérèse!’ he’d say. ‘What a clever little woman you are.’

Then he’d squeeze her shoulder, rub his thumb against her sleeve and Thérèse would laugh, seemingly delighted by his superficial praise.  

By the time the game had progressed nearly an hour into the evening, you could no longer tell if Thérèse’s reaction to the painfully tragic man was an act to appease her aunt. It all seemed rather convincing.

You were bitter throughout the rest of the night, feeling unconcerned with whether or not you won any of the games and refusing to laugh at any of the jokes told around the table, especially Laurent’s, whose jokes you found extraordinarily unamusing.

Caught up in the debilitating clutches of jealousy, you hadn’t noticed how Thérèse watched you from across the table. At one point she bumped her foot against your ankle, hoping to get your attention and have you meet her eyes. But you continued with the game without even so much as a glance in her direction and Thérèse felt that you were ignoring her.

Finally, the night came to an end.

It felt overdue, the same joke being told every other minute, the same boisterous laugh from Laurent and the same flattered smile from Thérèse throughout the evening.

You were preparing to leave when she ducked out of the dining room. She approached you from behind, hands rounding your head to cover your eyes with her palms. 

In a gruff voice meant to resemble a particular man, she said, “Thank you kindly for inviting me, Y/N. I would adore it if you would see me out.”

She uncovered your eyes and stepped beside you.

“Not a satisfactory impression?” she asked at the sight of your unimpressed face. “I thought it to be rather exact.”

When you only glared at her as you continued to pack your things, Thérèse straightened, a more serious expression forming on her features. “Did something happen?”

“No,” you answered.

“You seemed upset during the game,” she told you. “There is no point to be so upset over losing, Y/N. I’ve bested you countless times before.” 

Her continued teasing made you twitch. 

You looked behind your shoulder at the busy huddle of guests in the dining room, still cleaning the sprawl of dominoes and cups of tea on the table. 

Then you wrapped your arm around Thérèse’s forearm, fingernails digging through her sleeve and into her skin, making her wince. She stuttered, perhaps choosing between expressing concern or hissing something argumentative. Her eyes darted over to the dining room as you dragged her towards the metal staircase and chose to do neither.

You pushed her into her bedroom and she massaged her sore forearm as you shut the door behind you.

“What has gotten into you?” she bit.

Stepping in front of her, you snapped, “You were trying to vex me.”

Thérèse’s face contorted into sheer confusion. “What are you going on about?” she questioned. “How might’ve I angered you?”

“Do not pretend that you cannot recall the way you giggled like a schoolgirl at Laurent and his horrid jests — some of which were at your expense,” you reminded her. “Were they really so hilarious?”

You scoffed and paced around her bedroom, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Oh, touching you as if he meant to undress you right there at the dining table, how I watched the way you rejected his touch not even once.”

Thérèse watched you as you treaded the wooden floors of her bedroom, fingers tapping against your upper arm as you went mad with your recollections of Laurent. “I was expected to predispose his attraction to me and conciliate Madame’s hopes for his future as my suitor,” she explained.

“When have you ever concerned yourself with what she wants for you to do or not do?” 

“Whose instruction shall I obey then, if not Madame’s?” she inquired rhetorically. “My own?”

You turned and stopped your pacing in front of her, your faces mere inches apart. “Mine,” you answered sternly.

She looked up at you and you caught a dim hint of defiance daring herself to oppose you in her eyes. “And if that were to be plausible, what would your first instruction be, Y/N?” she asked, though her inquiry seemed more of a mockery than sincere curiosity.

For a moment it was only the sound of your heartbeat that filled your ears and the faint wavering of Thérèse’s breath. But you didn’t give yourself enough time to hear if her breath was indeed catching in her throat, for you raised your hand to her face and wrapped your fingers around her jaw, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

You shoved her backwards, fingernails prodding painfully into her skin. Then you met your lips with her own. It was a frenzied kiss; teeth knocking against each other, bottom lips nipped on, lips crashing against each other, mouths were warmed with each other’s breaths as you both panted out in desperation for more contact.

She made haste in unbuttoning her dress, nearly ripping three right out from their stitching as she tore her blouse open. You dove down into her breasts, kissing the soft swells as you undid her corset and freed her from her confines of her garments.

Your fingers looped around the collar of her slip underneath her corset while Thérèse quickly slid her arms out of her dress. She pushed her undone corset down her hips and walked forward into you, stepping out of her skirts. 

Her slip came off next, pulled over her head and snagging on the ribbon that tied her hair up. Long brown curls spilled down her arms and you wrapped your hands around her waist, squeezing her and pushing her backwards. 

A hand was placed on her shoulder and you pushed her down onto her bed. She crawled backwards and her arms buckled a handful of times as she became racked with the desperation to lay under you. The maddened kiss ceased not even for a moment as you climbed on top of her until she was sprawled vertically amongst the mess of her bed sheets.

She was bare aside from her underwear and you trailed kisses up the valley of her breasts, kneading one in your hand with your other arm looped around her waist, arching her body up against yours. 

Thérèse moaned, quiet and soft as she succumbed easily to your touch, her head lolled back onto her pillow. 

The very sound of her pleasure drove you mad.

Your every sense was filled with Thérèse, your boundless desire made your veins pulse for her, your every instinct lit aflame with her scent, the feel of her soft skin, the sound of her moans, the sight of her parted lips and the pink of her tongue.

Thérèse.

The body you’d embraced and decorated with kisses, the voice you’d favoured since childhood, the eyes you’d adored, the long hair you’ve braided and tucked flowers into, the soft ivory skin you loved to accidentally brush your knuckles against. 

Thérèse.

She gasped and her eyes fluttered open when your lips found her neck and sucked at her pulse, your greed surging when she began undressing you with clumsy hands.

Your body moved in accordance with the way Thérèse tugged your clothes off. She pushed your bottoms off your legs with her feet and kicked them onto the floor before pulling your blouse over your head.

Immediately after she tossed your blouse onto her bedroom floor, you cupped her cheek with your hand and kissed the side of her head, your face buried in her sweet-smelling hair. You pressed kisses against her temple, her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her full lips. Your kisses lowered along the slope of her jaw, nipping at her skin and making Thérèse sigh.

She wrapped her arms around your waist and ran her hands up your back. She felt with her fingers the way your shoulder blades moved with your shifting weight as you held yourself above her.

“I want to touch you,” you said, raising your head and meeting her eyes. 

“Indulging in the pleasures of the flesh outside of marriage,” she whispered. “It is selfish.”

Years ago in Vernon when the both of you were only children, Madame would tutor Thérèse at home. She would teach her of the way proper girls were expected to behave, the expectations her niece was meant to fulfil while living under her roof. 

There were times even after completing your afternoon chores and travelling from your own home to theirs on foot that Thérèse still wouldn’t have finished with her lessons. 

You’d sit by their front door, listening to the chirps of cicadas and the distant call of the Seine’s currents which were perhaps only in your head for the river was always so still it seemed stagnant. But the longer you listened to Thérèse’s dutiful repetition of her aunt’s teachings and heard the turning pages of the book in her hand, the more animated those sunny afternoons became.

Your thrumming desire to have Thérèse finally step out of that sluggish little living room and pull you up by your hand to finally join you under the beaming Parisian sun only grew as you watched the swaying of the trees and listened to the sounds of the summer from the tomato garden under her living room window.

Sometimes you had nothing else to do but listen to Madame’s teachings.

‘Keep quiet — don’t make a sound,’ she’d instruct, for obedient girls were demure and without passion, free of any temptation that averted their focus from household chores and self-discipline.

After Thérèse reached her twelfth birthday, Madame began to reiterate one teaching remarkably more than she did the others though at the time the words held very little significance: It is selfish to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh outside of marriage.

When she finally finished with her lessons she’d come forth from the shadows of her home and reach down to take your hand as she always would. She’d lift you from the grass and the two of you would run towards the Seine, not because either of you were in any particular rush, and there were many times where you’d only walked with her to the river, but some days you ran.

It always sent her into a fit of giggles when you’d crash down into any grassy meadow by the water together, limbs sprawled out every which way, entangling your bodies together in a wild embrace within the gently-swaying flowers of the summer pastures.

Thérèse was the green of the grass and the beaming rays of the yellow-white sun, she was the rays of sunshine that warmed your feet and fingertips when you outstretched your arms and legs, she was the gentle summer breeze.

“You can be selfish with me, Thérèse,” you told her. “I will give you all that you need, even your most selfish desires. I will offer myself to you, my time and my life. Be selfish with me. Take me for your pleasure, for your entertainment. I am all yours.”

Then you added, “In any case, marriage is the conjoining of hearts and souls. Is this, not in every way, marriage?”

When you leaned down to kiss Thérèse’s temple, she cupped your cheek and had you meet her eyes again. Her focus on you was undivided and deliberate. “I don’t want to be with anyone but you, Y/N,” she confessed. 

She kissed your lips without haste or desperation, but with sincere affection, an act of love.

“I have always held you close to my heart,” she said when she pulled away, your forehead pressed against yours and her eyes still pinned on your parted lips. “You are the most important person in my life. I do not know how to tell you with enough words the way you make me feel, the future I want with you.”

Her head laid back down onto her pillow and she looked into your eyes, either anticipating or searching for an answer from you.

“We need not utter even a word, my Thérèse,” you whispered and kissed her forehead.

Madame had always instilled it into her niece to be a soundless girl, raising her into a life of restriction. She intended to shape a virtuous woman who was a pristine image of submission and purity that way, but succeeded only in showing Thérèse another way of love.

Love had been planted and grown its roots between you and her though the two of you could not often find the words to express how dearly you meant to one another nor you in telling Thérèse all those years ago how you would wait hours if needed in front of the Raquin household in the sweltering heat simply to be with her after her lessons instead of the mere several minutes she’d supposed you been there waiting.

In the warm embraces of love, you stayed with Thérèse nearly every night until she fell asleep and parted with a kiss to her sleeping face. She shared with you secrets and passions that were reserved for your ears only, dreams of living far away and hopes for a different life. 

Though it was the first time words of devout affection had ever been exchanged, it was certainly not the first time either of you had confessed your love.

You sat up from Thérèse’s body, looking down at the way she was sprawled out below you, delicate and vulnerable and completely bare. 

Gentle hands ran up and squeezed her sides. Your thumbs flicked at her nipples until they hardened and Thérèse whimpered. She held your wrists while you ran your hands back down to her hips. 

Her breath hitched when your fingers looped around the band of her underwear.

You met her eyes and she looked back at you with confidence, a familiar boldness that made her green eyes glisten when she was poking fun at you or only a card or two away from beating you in poker. She squeezed your wrist then let go of you, fingers delving into the mess of the bed sheets below her. 

A kiss was pressed to her lower stomach and you looked up at her from between her hips. Wasting no time due to both your desperation to touch her and desire to bring her pleasure, you pulled her underwear down her thighs and unhooked it from her ankles. 

Thérèse reached a hand down and cupped your cheek, her fingers lacing into your hair. You parted her legs with your palms against her inner thighs and revealed her wet cunt. 

She seemed particularly nervous at this point, her bottom lip taken between her teeth and her fingers trembling against the side of your head.

You looked at her, regarding her anxiety with a supportive smile. Then you moved forward and pressed a kiss to her pussy. Her hips jerked and she exhaled sharply through her nose. Your tongue darted out from beyond your lips to lick her juices from your mouth.

She watched while you ducked your head down and raised your hand to her pussy. Two fingers parted her folds to reveal her glistening hole and Thérèse’s head lolled to the side, a breathy moan escaping her. She squeezed around nothing, her back arching and her hips bucking irregularly. 

The two fingers that were nestled within her sticky folds travelled upwards, further until the curve between your middle and index finger came into contact with her clit. Your wrist pushed forward and your palm pressed up against her pussy. 

“Oh my,” Thérèse gasped, eyes squeezing shut.

Delicate folds squelched against your hand and her fingers tightened around your hair as she moaned shakily. You closed the space between your two digits and squeezed her clit gently. The heel of your hand ground against her while you kept in mind not to apply too much pressure.

Your hand parted from her, sticky strings of her slick connecting to your hand and fingers. With a squeeze to her thigh, you brought her eyes back down to you and made her watch as you lapped up her juices, moaning at her flavour and keeping your eyes on hers.

“You taste incredible,” you told her. She blushed and hid her face from you momentarily with the back of her hand, pretending that she was pushing her hair back.

When you cleaned your hand of her cum with a gluttony that made Thérèse shiver, you ran your tongue up her cunt and she let out a long moan, her stomach tightening and her body arching from the bed. She grasped at the bed sheets with one hand and your hair with the other.

You wrapped your lips around her clit and with the pads of three fingers, rubbed circles against her pussy.

Thérèse placed both her hands on your shoulders, squeezing encouragingly. “I like that,” she sighed. You looked up at her face from between her thighs and darted your tongue into her opening. Your nose nudged at her clit while you ran your tongue through her walls.

She scratched at your shoulders and nodded rapidly. “There, there, there!” she blabbered. “Goodness, that feels…”

You reached one hand up and groped at her breast, massaging the soft swell and releasing periodically to tug at her nipple or switch to the other. With your hand no longer holding both of her thighs apart, Thérèse closed her thighs around your head, constricting your arms’ range. But you didn’t need very much as long as you could reach her tits.

Hooking your thumb around her and pulling her outer fold back, you exposed more of her to you and spread her opening apart further. Your tongue reached greater depth and you were ravenous. With a gluttony in eating her out that Thérèse only found herself becoming slicker while simply watching, you brought her orgasm.

She cried out and her other leg’s sheer strength did not allow you to keep her thighs apart any longer. She closed both around your head and you gave one of her nipples a particularly harsh tug as she came. You jerked your head to the side and flicked at her clit with the tip of your nose. You continued to thrust in and out of her with your tongue until Thérèse’s back made contact with her bed again and she released your head from the grip of her thighs.

You climbed up her body and kissed her parted lips, sliding your tongue into her mouth and spreading her flavour across her tongue. 

“Are you feeling alright?” you asked when you lifted your head to look down at her.

She nodded in response and pecked your lips. “I feel amazing,” she answered.

Then you pulled away and sat up onto your knees, moving back down her body. 

Thérèse watched you wordlessly as you parted her thighs again. You pulled one of her legs over your thigh and nestled your other one underneath hers so her ass rested against your leg and her hips were angled upwards.

“What are you doing?” she asked you.

You simply kissed your fingers then reached across her body to press them against Thérèse’s lips in response now that you couldn’t bend far enough to reach her.

When you brought your hand back, you spread Thérèse’s cunt apart, your thumb delving into her delicate petal-like folds. You ran your eyes down the beautifully flushed pussy and her sweet nectar, feeling a tight formation develop in your lower stomach.

“You’re so pretty, Thérèse,” you told her.

She replied, “So are you.” 

You looked up at her and were met with her soft smile. You melted at the sight. 

You held Thérèse’s thigh that rested on top of yours with your hand and looped your leg around the other securely. She reached down and her fingers ran along the back of your hand. You took her hand in yours and interlaced your fingers, both of your palms flat against her thigh. You straightened your back and lowered your hips before pressing your cunt down against hers. 

“Oh!” she gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. 

“Show me how you like it, Thérèse,” you panted. “Show me.”

You experimented, watching her expression intently as you used a variety of patterns of your hips to grind down against her. You tried lifting yourself up and separating yourself from her to move back down against her, then rapidly rolling your hips forward and back without parting from Thérèse’s pussy once which she seemed to like particularly. 

She squeezed your fingers, her head lolled to the side with her chin against her shoulder. 

You slid two of your fingers into the shared slick heat of your pleasures and you spread her folds apart, allowing you to roll your own clit against the sensitive bud and exposing more of her cunt for you to hump. When she was spread enough you slid your fingers out and reached your arm out.

Thérèse’s eyes opened and she looked at your outstretched arm, two of your glistening fingers mere inches from her face. Shakily, she got onto her elbows and craned her head forward, wrapping her lips around your fingers and cleaning off the juices from both you and her with her tongue.

The feeling of Thérèse’s pussy was incredible.

Your head was hung forward as you closed your eyes and focused on the immense pleasure you received from her pussy against your own. You felt her swollen cuntlips and her slick folds with every roll of your hips, the throbbing of your clits mutual as you felt her pulsate against you should you slow down enough to feel it.

She moaned around your fingers and her lips loosened from around your digits when she began to pant, her warm breath blowing down to your wrist.

You watched as Thérèse’s breasts bounced with every roll of your hips and you removed your fingers from her mouth and rubbed your wet fingers against one of her stiff nipples. Her own saliva cooled her pink bud. You groped her breast, using your grip as leverage to lean forward slightly.

You groaned her name and you met her eyes. In the exchanged wordless stare, she knew you were nearing your unravelling. The desperation you saw in the way she stared back told you that she was nearing her second orgasm.

“You feel so good, my perfect Thérèse,” you told her, releasing her breast and cupping her cheek. She looked up at you adoringly, her forehead beading with sweat and her lips parted for her melodic moans and whimpers.“Your pussy feels amazing.”

You swore you’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

Thérèse began to thrust her hips up which brought you immense pleasure despite how weakly she did it. The wet sounds of your sticky pussies humping against each other was enough to get you off.

You smiled at how receptive she was to your praise.

Goodness, how you loved her.

“That’s right, baby, just like that,” you encouraged. “You’re doing so good. So good.”

You stroked her cheek with your thumb and Thérèse leaned into your touch.

“Y/N…” she mumbled.

“For years I’ve fantasised about having you as my own in this way, about being yours,” you admitted. “I’d imagined how gorgeous you’d look completely bare, how your breasts looked uncovered. I imagined in the dark of my room how you’d look between my thighs, running your tongue up my pussy and looking up at me with your pretty green eyes.

“My desperation became too much at times. I touched myself the moment I got home. I delved my fingers into my cunt thinking of the way you had bent over earlier in the day and exposed your breasts to me, the feeling of your lips against my cheek when you whispered into my ear.”

Thérèse was impassioned by your words and her breathing quickened exponentially, her hips staggering as she attempted to continue bucking her hips upwards. “Oh, Y/N,” she trembled out. “I too… I’ve hiked my skirts up my thighs… in this very bed after our outings. I’ve… Oh, I’ve tucked my fingers beyond my clothes and felt… felt how wet I was. My fingers sliding across my cunt, my trembling hand hardly delivering enough friction.”

She moaned out and turned her head to kiss your palm. “But now… O-Oh, Y/N…”

You watched her struggle with her words until she jerked her hips up harshly into you as she came. She released with a warm gush and you felt every constriction of her pussy as you rolled against her in staggering thrusts, the harsh bucking of her hips from earlier having pushed you over your own edge. 

Shared cries and shaky moans mingled, each of you listening to the way they brought pleasure to the other, your shared orgasm nothing less than sacred and holy.

You moved Thérèse’s thigh off from your leg and you released her other. You parted from her pussy and you missed the feeling the moment it happened. But any more contact would’ve been too much for the both of you. 

You laid back down beside Thérèse and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her against your chest. You laid together in silence as you caught your breaths, bathing in what you had just done together, what you had just done to each other. The realisation that you were now connected in the way you were was glorious. 

“I can’t stand being without you during the day when you’re off at work,” Thérèse mumbled against your shoulder when she was finally able to speak without taking a breath between words, “doing all that you do away from me.”

She looked up and the flash of her green eyes made you look down at her. She only stared at you for a few moments before she whispered, “What do you do when you’re away?”

“Work,” you answered. “Sleep.”

She tipped her head against the pillow inquisitively. “Friends?” she asked.

Then after a moment she asked, “Women?”

You smiled knowingly and Thérèse hid her face against your upper arm, finding that her attempts at subtlety were uncovered.

“Friends,” you affirmed finally and brushed her hair out of her face. “Women, no. I’ve always felt… otherwise preoccupied with thoughts of someone in particular.”

She rolled onto her stomach and folded her arms on top of the pillow so she could look at you. 

Moving onto your side and meeting her eyes, you had to look up at her from the angle your head was laying against her pillow. She was perched up onto her elbows, her tangled brown hair spilling down her arms. 

She moved her weight onto one elbow and raised her hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Am I only property for you to claim?” she then whispered.

White sheets wrapped her body loosely. It pooled around her waist, dipping along her hips and allowing your eyes to trail down her side all the way down to her legs left uncovered. Her back was bare aside from stray locks of hair that laid against it. Her breasts pressed against her forearm and were shrouded by her dark hair.

“No,” you answered. “Truly, Thérèse, if you did make the decision to wed another, I would find it in me to respect your choice.”

Simply imagining a future in which she did choose another over you caused you a great deal of pain. It shot through your chest and seized the base of your throat. 

She looked away from you momentarily, seemingly disappointed by your response and feeling as if though it mattered little to you if she did decide to marry another. But you spoke again and her eyes flashed up from the pillow between the two of you.

“I would love you no less if I was not yours, though the longing would make it seem to me that my anguish would have perhaps grown tenfold with each morning you woke in a set of arms that were not mine.”

“Love?” she repeated, her voice a small whisper.

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.”

Something awoke in her at your reference to a quote from her favourite novelist, something sincere and touched. She whispered and tipped her head down as if to survey the validity of your reference, “Victor Hugo.”

“I do indeed pay attention when I read to you,” you told her, “though you almost always doze off no more than eight pages into the evening.”

Thérèse cupped your cheek before leaning down and kissing you. “I love you,” she said suddenly.

Words have never been the strong suit of either of you. There were other languages of love you’d mastered alongside Thérèse — the meaning of touch and longing stares, the devotion of time, secrets reserved for and exchanged only between the two of you.

“I love you too, Thérèse,” you replied without a moment’s hesitation. You wrapped your arms around her body and brought her down to you, pulling her bed sheets up to her shoulders. She moved up your body so her head was tucked under your chin and she could hug you around your chest.

Though she was always one to fall asleep within minutes simply listening to you read to her, Thérèse didn’t fall asleep for some time after you laid her on top of you. She closed her eyes, feeling the rising and falling of your chest against her cheek, and your exhales against the side of her head.

You hadn’t shared a bed with her since childhood when you slept over once in her bedroom. You still felt a childish joy sleeping with Thérèse, having your arms wrapped around your closest friend’s delicate body while she did nothing but bask in the feeling of your intimacy in comfortable silence.

You figured you’d start to place more value in saying ‘I love you’ with your words from that evening forth.

It felt damn good to finally say it.

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Kinktober '23: Intercrural Sex | Vernon Chwe

Pairing: Vernon x Black!Chubby!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), established relationship

Summary: Vernon is very much in love with you. He's also very much in love with the way your thighs look in that dress

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: thigh fucking, oral (fem receiving), squirting, fingering, cum play, cum eating, overstimulation, food mention, low-key subby Vernon but no dom/sub dynamics, he's a munch!!

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Vernon was an adoring boyfriend. Quietly so, but he let you know when he saw something he liked. And he liked when you got your hair done and surprised him with a new look. He liked when you would play with his hair during movie nights. He liked when you laughed at his jokes, and when you played games with him even when he knew you weren't interested in them. But there was one thing that Vernon especially adored, something that he tried to keep on the down low.

Vernon had a particular fascination with your thighs. The dark, smooth skin stretched over soft flesh. There was something about the way they squished out when you sat down, or how they jiggled when you bounced your leg. And currently, he was incredibly distracted by the sight of them in that pretty little dress you were wearing. The dress wasn't anything special, but it was one of Vernon's favorites. He liked the way it fluttered when you moved or when a breeze caught it and made it ride up a little. It was never enough to flash anything you wouldn't want people seeing, but it was always enough to get him riled up.

He couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the way that just the sight of your upper legs had him popping a boner like some inexperienced teenager. You hadn't seemed to caught on though, so it was a little easier to handle. But now the two of you were out on a walk, and you were wearing that little dress, and you'd begged him for ice cream. So you'd both gotten your own cones, sharing with one another to taste the different flavors that you'd gotten.

When you got sick of walking, you'd pulled him over to a bench in the shade. The cover from the high sun was a relief, but your ice cream was already beginning to liquify. You lapped at the cone, catching the drips that ran over your fingers, and Vernon had to blink a few times to clear the image of your mouth working over his cock like that. He thought he was in the clear, really he did, he'd even turned his attention back to his own ice cream cone when a few drops of ice cream fell over your cone to land against your leg.

His eyes went wide for a moment, trying to hide the way his dick immediately jumped with interest. But all luck was lost when you swiped the sweet treat from your thigh with your fingertip and pressed it to his mouth, whining about it making a mess of you. He sucked your finger clean as innocently as he could manage before standing up and taking your hand in his.

"I think we should go home," He told you, voice tight and urgent as he tried to subtly adjust his cock in his shorts. You pouted, but the urgency was enough to make you give in, finishing your ice cream on the go. Vernon didn't mean to drag you along with him, but the walk back to your apartment had never felt quite so long.

Once you were inside, Vernon let out a sigh of pure relief, leaning back against the door and letting the back of his head hit the wood. You stood in front of him, your brows furrowed in confusion and a touch of ice cream caught in the corner of your lips. He looked at you for a moment, then another, and then he was kissing you, tongue dipping into your mouth and being met with a taste even sweeter than he was used to.

"You looked so pretty," He mumbled against your lips, words barely coming out before he dove back into the kiss. Kissing was like an act of devotion to Vernon. It wasn't something he needed all the time, and every time that he gave them, it was careful and calculated. This was trying to be that way, but you could taste him losing his composure on the tip of your tongue.

Your hands wrapped into his shirt, tugging at it and pressing him impossibly closer. He melted into you, pressing every curve of your body against the smooth planes of his. You hummed into the kiss, pulling away for breath, and he stood there, hands on the swell of your hips and his eyes tracing down your body. In the moment of peace, you pulled his shirt off of him, and he obliged, stripping it off and finding life in the steady trace of your hands down his chest.

"Wanna eat you out," He murmured, head dipping against your neck to suck and kiss at your bare skin. You made a quiet noise of content, fingers in his hair and guiding him towards the sweet spot just above your shoulder. Your breath hitched when he bit down on it like he loved to do, and your hips rolled towards him.

"Want you, Nonnie," You told him. He didn't seem to be listening, busy marking down your chest and along your cleavage. "You're so hard, know you want me."

He laughed, the sound so much sweeter than the desperate words you'd been spewing.

"I'd be stupid not to want you when you look like this," He told you. He straightened up, turning the both of you so it was your back pressed to the cool wall by the door. Then he sank himself to his knees, hooking your panties with his fingers and slowly tugging them down until you could step out of them. Once you had, he hiked one of your thighs up over his shoulder. You nearly lost your balance, one hand hitting the wall, the other grasping at his shoulder, but with the grip he had on both your thighs, there wasn't really anywhere you could have gone.

His mouth latched onto the soft, smooth skin of your thigh, suckling and lapping, wetting it with his spit if for no reason other than to watch it glisten when he pulled away. He kneaded his thumb into the flesh, licking slow, long stripes up the inside of your legs and soaking them before dipping down to leave an array of hickeys.

Your dress was catching now and then on his head, enough that you gripped at the hem of it, tugging it up, but one of Vernon's hands caught your wrist.

"Don't take it off," He said. The words came out almost like a plea, and you couldn't really say no to him when he was kneeling on the floor, lips swollen and wet with his spit, and his cock was so painfully hard in his pants.

"Okay," You agreed, and then he was diving into your pussy with a new hunger. The sudden stimulation nearly made your knees buckle, and you moaned. His tongue worked along your folds much like it had your thighs, working you up slowly but surely. He avoided your clit entirely, teasing your leaking hole before sucking on your lower lips, savoring the taste of you.

Vernon could spend hours between your legs like this, just tasting you and feeling your hips twitch towards his mouth when he brushes not quite where you need him. He knew your body better than you did, knew how to work you up and tear you apart and repeat the cycle over and over again until you were dead to the world. You prayed that he wouldn't tease you like that now.

Your wishes came true this time around. He slid two fingers into you easily with how much you were dripping for him, and his lips wrapped around your clit. The pressure made you gasp, fingers sliding through his hair and urging him closer. He didn't hesitate, melting against your pussy and lapping up everything you gave him as if it were a gift from the gods themselves. This was his favorite place to be. He didn't care about the twinge in his neck that would ache in a few hours, or the way that he could barely breathe while drowning himself in your sweet cunt, he just wanted more.

"Gonna cum?" He asked, his voice coming out barely audible and muffled against your core, but you nodded frantically anyway. You were so close you could feel it, warmth twisting and tugging and coiling in your stomach as he worked you towards your orgasm. Your walls sucked his fingers deeper, fluttering when his fingertips collided harshly against the bundle of nerves that set you on fire. And just like that you were gushing around his fingers, hips grinding into the firm press of his tongue. Your knees tried to give out, but between the steady your leg was slung over and the free arm holding you tight, you did nothing but tilt precariously.

As the waves of your orgasm washed over you, your mind went hazy, taking a moment to fully register that Vernon was still tucked between your legs, suckling on your clit and pumping his fingers into you.

"Non," You hissed out, gasping in a sharp breath and arching off of the wall as overstimulation prickled at all of your nerve endings. "Too much,"

"Please," He said, pulling away to look up at you. His lips were plump and pink, and his lower face was entirely soaked in your juices, but he still was looking at you as if he needed your pussy in his mouth to live. "Gimme one more, pretty. Just one,"

You responded with a hiccuped moan as he latched back onto your most sensitive spot, tongue swirling around your clit while he slid a third finger into you, stretching you open and letting your wetness slide down his wrist without a single care. You felt like you were about to combust, your breath coming faster, harder, chasing the oxygen that was missing. Your head was spinning, fingers tugging hard at his hair as he dove deeper. His tongue prodded against where his fingers disappeared inside of you, sucking and lapping and letting his saliva mix with your arousal.

It was lewd, messy, you could feel the mix spreading onto your thighs, leaving them slick and wet as he ate you out. He was always passionate between your thighs, but this was a new fervor that you were completely lost in. His name came out as a sob, your body convulsing violently as you squirted for him, cumming hard enough to push his fingers out of the way. Your cum ran down your thighs and his chin in thin rivulets as he continued drinking you up, flicking his tongue over your clit until you finally pulled him away with a sharp tug.

The sight of him on his knees, drenched in you and with his painfully hard cock straining against his pants, it was ethereal.

"What's gotten into you?" You asked, voice breathy and barely even coming out as you tried to recover from the onslaught of pleasure that had just been rained down on you. His hand came up to play with the fabric of your dress.

"Legs look so pretty in this," He mumbled, tongue swiping across his lips to clean your cum off of them before he brought a hand up to wipe at the rest of his face. "Got me so worked up,"

He eased your leg down off of his shoulder, making sure to help you steady yourself before letting go of you completely. Always so attentive, even when all he could think about was the aching in his pants. He was throbbing, and all he could think about was seeing your plush thighs covered in his cum.

"Turn around," He muttered, tugging at one of your hips so you were turned to face the wall, your arms pressed against the cold surface to hold you up.

"Vernon, can't take anymore." You half argued, looking over your shoulder as he pushed your dress up over the swell of your ass.

"Not gonna fuck you, don't wanna hurt you," He promised, leaning forward to kiss your neck. "Promise it's not gonna be too much. Just have to cum, okay? So fast, I promise."

You were skeptical, but if Vernon said he wasn't going to hurt you, then he wasn't going to hurt you. He didn't lie, and he was rarely mistaken about that sort of thing. So you gave in, resting your forehead against the wall and waiting to see what he had in mind.

The sound of his belt and zipper coming undone rang out in the weighted silence of your apartment, and you heard the dull thud as his pants hit the ground. He hissed, wrapping his hand around his neglected dick and giving it a few slow, steady pulls. He was already so worked up, the feeling of your hips rutting against his face never failed to get him right at the edge.

He pressed closer, gently nudging your knees open, and you spread your legs for him like he requested. But you didn't feel his cock nudge against your oversensitive pussy. He slid slowly between the soft, tight squeeze of your slicked up thighs, a broken moan leaving his mouth. He laid his forehead between your shoulder blades, his hands sliding down over your hips, groping at your ass for a moment before landing on the backs of your thighs. He squeezed them and you hummed at the feeling, pressing them a little tighter around his length and listening to his breath catch and melt into a whine.

"Feel so good, you're so pretty," He mused, rolling his hips and letting his cock slide between your thighs. You couldn't help but squirm, feeling so vulnerable with him using your body like this, but it was worth the way he gripped at your thighs, no doubt leaving the prettiest bruises tipped with tiny crescent marks from his nails. A reminder that every inch of you belongs solely to him, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Feel good fucking my thighs?" You asked reaching back to land your hand over his, fingers intertwined as his pace picked up. It was desperate, hurried, each thrust becoming less and less coordinated as he got himself off. His mind was a haze, only you in his thoughts. So perfect, and pretty, and soft. The way your flesh squished between his fingers, and how your thighs were rippling every time his hips met them. They were starting to sting from how hard he was thrusting against them, but it didn't bother you in the least.

"Can I cum on them? Wanna mark your pretty thighs. All mine, right?"

You nodded, biting back your own whines at the stimulation against your sensitive inner thighs, and then just as fast as it had started, Vernon was finishing, painting your skin with white streaks and peppering kisses against your bare shoulders.

"Fucking perfect," He praised, his breath fanning across your skin as he continued rutting against you, pushing himself into a whiny, desperate state of overstimulation before finally pulling away. With the little space you were given, you turned around, letting him see the mess he'd made of you.

You were so pretty, eyes still glazed over with the satisfaction of the orgasms he'd pulled out of you, legs dripping with a mixture of your cum. He reached down, swirling his fingers through the mess of his cum and writing his name across your thighs with it, something dark flashing in his eyes. He wasn't done with you, that much was obvious. If anything, his newfound kink for your thighs was only the start of a very, very long night.

"Said you weren't gonna fuck me," You said, voice almost wary as he pressed in closer. His lips found yours, dragging you into a needy kiss. His tongue was hungry, chasing yours, and you lost all fight, melting against him and wrapping your arms around him.

"I was wrong," He mumbled, sinking down to lick over your thighs, cleaning up the mess the two of you had made. "Need you so bad. Gotta feel this pretty pussy around me. You can do that, right? Gonna let me make you feel good again?"

And honestly, when he was there in front of you, worshiping you on his knees and eating his cum off your thighs, how were you really supposed to say no?

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[wonwussy]

Rough Day

pairing; dom!joshua x sub!female reader x switch!vernon

genre; smut (MINORS BACK AWAY NOW DO IT OR SUFFER), slight angst i guess i dunno

notes/warnings; joshua is a menace and should have discussed things before hand, SLIGHT dom/sub dynamic (not the focus), bondage, slight degradation, marking, edging, cum eating, biting, wrap it before you tap it; this is a repost of my own work

word count; 5.2k

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You let out an angry huff as you close the front door behind you, nearly kicking your shoes off into the wall. Anger and annoyance simmer beneath the surface from work, and all you want to do is scream in frustration.

“Baby? Is that you?” a male voice calls from further in the apartment.

You run a hand through your hair as you sigh, trudging out to the living room. “Yeah, it’s just me,” you reply, before stopping short in surprise.

On the couch you find your boyfriend, Joshua, and your friend, Vernon, right next to him. A quiet whine slips past your lips when you remember Vernon was coming over today. You really aren’t in the mood for company tonight. “Damnit,” you mutter under your breath.

Joshua’s eyebrows shoot up at your whine, watching as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Everything okay?” he asks as he stands and crosses to you.

Another sigh leaves you as you nod and lean into his arms. “Yeah. Just a bad day. Sorry. I’m just not in the mood for company,” you tell him, shooting Vernon a tired smile.

Vernon shakes his head and immediately stands, looking apologetic himself. “No, it’s okay. I can come back another time.”

Joshua rubs your back lightly as he holds you, but shakes his head at the pair of you. “Sit down. Both of you,” he instructs, pushing you gently towards the couch.

“Joshua. Please. I’ll just go to the bedroom. You two can hang out out here,” you protest as Vernon slowly sinks back down into the cushions.

Joshua turns his body to face yours, reaching up to grip your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Bedroom?” he asks simply.

You nod as you stare up at him.

He studies you for a moment and smirks, letting his hand drop from your chin. He leans over, his warm breath falling onto your cheek. “I want you naked and on your knees on the mattress. We will be in shortly,” he whispers, causing you to shiver.

You glance over his shoulder to Vernon, who is watching you two carefully. Your tongue darts across your lips, wetting them, as Joshua presses a small kiss to just under your ear.

“Go.”

You mumble a quick “yes, sir” before you turn and start making your way to the bedroom.

The pair of you had discussed Vernon joining you in the bedroom before, though nothing had come of it. Or so you thought. You didn’t know he had brought it up with the other man, and he sure as hell did not tell you of his intentions when he said he had invited Vernon over.

Fresh anger bubbles to the surface at the slight deception, and you slam the bedroom door behind you. You know they had heard it, and you don’t care. He should have told you his real plan.

Peeling off your shirt, you throw it into the hamper with a huff. You then discard your jeans and socks, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You decide you’re done stripping and sit on the end of the bed, tapping your bare feet against the carpet. You know Joshua is going to punish you for not listening to him, but you can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.

There’s a small knock on the door and Joshua slips in, noting your state with a half amused smirk. “Are you sure you’re still okay with this?” he questions as he leans back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

You pull in a deep breath, keeping yourself calm as you answer. “Yes, but you should have told me. Can we do this another time? I had a bad day, and I’m in a mood,” you explain with a frown.

He pushes off the door and crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs. “Baby, I promise you, this is exactly what you need,” he tells you, his thumbs rubbing lightly on the inside of your thighs.

You feel your skin flush and your heart jump in your chest at his words. Your body is betraying you, and he knows it. “Joshua,” you start, only to trail off as his hand slides up your thigh.

His thumb runs up your folds and to your clit, and he smirks at the wetness he feels on the fabric of your underwear. “See? I know you better than you do,” he teases. He pushes up to his feet as he kisses you, breaking away before you have a chance to deepen it.

You lick your lips as you watch him open the door to reveal Vernon waiting on the other side. A hint of pink tinges his cheeks, you notice, and you suddenly feel shy with another set of eyes on you.

“Stand up, baby. Let Vernon finish undressing you, since you can’t seem to do it yourself,” Joshua says, raising his eyebrows at you.

You swallow thickly as you stand and step closer to Vernon, your eyes fixed on him as he enters the room. He moves so he’s standing behind you, and you can’t help but gasp at the feel of his hands moving up your back.

He unclasps your bra and slides the straps over your shoulders and down your arms, his palms flat against you. You’re only slightly surprised by the quiet confidence he seems to exude, thinking you’re actually more nervous than he is.

You tip your head to the side as he kisses your neck, your eyes finding Joshua, who is watching the both of you with interest. He smiles when he catches your gaze, reaching over to brush a stray hair from your forehead. “I promise that you’re going to feel a lot better when we’re done,” he said quietly, before moving towards the bedside table.

You open your mouth to reply, though no words come out as Vernon’s hands slide down your sides and to your hips. You close your eyes as his thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, and his lips once again find your skin. “Vernon,” you breathe as his mouth slowly descends as he pushes your underwear down your legs.

He smiles against you at the sound of his name, turning you around so you are facing him. He looks up at you as he lifts each leg to remove your underwear from you, pressing a kiss to the inside of each thigh as he does so.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the action, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he stands. His hands rest on your hips and pull you closer to his body, putting his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Kiss her. It’s okay,” you can hear Joshua say behind you, and Vernon wastes no time in closing the gap, one of his hands sliding into your hair as his lips crash to yours, while the other comes to rest on the small of your back.

Your arms wrap around his neck as his tongue flicks over your bottom lip, and you part your lips to allow him access, moaning as his tongue connects with yours. Your fingers find purchase in his hair at the back of his hand, holding him even tighter to you.

The faintest of touches on your arm seems to bring you out of the haze Vernon has you in, and you break from the kiss to see Joshua standing next to you. You are breathing heavy as you drop your arms from Vernon, angling yourself towards your boyfriend.

Joshua just kisses your cheek lightly, before glancing at Vernon. “Go ahead and get undressed. I’ll get her ready for you,” he tells the younger man. He looks back at you and taps your elbow lightly, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Arms up, princess.”

You do as you’re told and raise your arms, keeping your eyes on Joshua as you hear Vernon stripping behind you. You finally see the piece of bondage rope he has in his hands, and your heart pounds against your chest.

Joshua notices how your breathing changes and smirks, almost as if to say “I told you so”. His thumbs brush over your wrists as he puts your hands into position, crossing one over the other. “Vernon, hold her hands here. I’m going to tie her wrists, and you’ll help her into bed,” he instructs, glancing over your shoulder at him.

Vernon fits himself behind you, and you can feel his hard length poke you in the ass. You can’t help but wiggle back against him as his hands replace Joshua’s on your arms, causing him to stifle a groan. “Fuck, Shua. She is going to drive me crazy,” he mutters against your neck.

Joshua smiles, a hint of pride crossing his features, and starts to wrap the rope around your wrists. When he finishes, he lowers your arms and leans over to press his lips to yours in a slow and heated kiss.

Vernon’s hands exploring your body holds you back from completely melting against your boyfriend. You moan into Joshua’s mouth as Vernon’s fingers tease your clit lightly, and you lean back against his warm body, causing you to break away from Joshua.

He licks his lips and tugs the rope around your wrists gently, the slight pressure causing heat to pool between your legs. He looks as if he’s considering his next move as he tugs again, pulling you from Vernon. “Vernon, on the bed. You need to help our little slut climb on top of you,” he nearly growls, his eyes full of lust.

He pauses as Vernon crawls onto the bed to get settled, turning you so your back is against his chest. His slender fingers move through your folds, and a quiet whine escapes you. “So wet. Is it for him or me, princess? Or both? Are you that needy for us?” he whispers into your ear as he continues to tease you. “Look at Vernon. You’ve got him wanting to bury his cock deep in you. Do you want that, baby?”

Your eyes find Vernon, who is watching you two with a hunger in his eyes. He shifts slightly, his dick practically twitching in anticipation. You twist your hands in your binding, wishing you could touch Vernon, to make him moan. You are sure his moans sound pretty, and you want to hear them.

Joshua  separates himself from you when you nod in response to his question, a small shiver running through you at the sudden absence. “Go ahead, baby,” he urges as Vernon reaches for you.

Vernon moves so he’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, and his hands are on your waist, smiling as he carefully guides you onto the bed. You falter slightly, nearly tipping over as you climb onto the mattress, and his arms wrap around you to keep you steady. “I’ve got you,” he says quietly as you straddle his lap, with him leaning against the headboard.

“There’s a clip above you, Vernon. Hook the rope into it, so her hands are up,” Joshua instructs as he moves to the foot of the bed.

Vernon tips his head back to see the clip hanging at the top of the metal frame, and you offer your hands to him. He does as he is told and clips the small rope loop onto it, though he looks a little nervous at the thought of you being in such a position.

You lean over and catch his lips in a soft kiss to let him know it’s okay, and he relaxes back against the pillows as he returns the kiss.

His hands smooth down your arms and to your chest, goosebumps chasing his touch across your skin. He kneads your breasts gently as you arch your back into his hold, moaning into the kiss.

You pull back and his mouth moves downward, trailing small kisses down your cleavage. He swirls his tongue around a nipple, eliciting a tiny squeak from you. This seems to urge him on more, and he looks up at you as his teeth graze over you.

It’s almost as if he grows braver the more sounds he pulls from you, and you grind your hips down against him. You want more of him, and he wants to give you more. He pulls back to catch his breath and glances at Joshua as he climbs onto the bed. “Can I mark her?” he asks, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

Joshua tips his head to the side as he reaches over to brush your hair from your neck, before trailing his fingers down your spine. “What do you think, baby? Should we let him?” he questions as he continues to move his fingers over your back.

Your heart jumps in your chest as you look at Joshua and nod, the idea of Vernon’s mark on you exciting you.

“Then tell him.”

You grind down on Vernon’s cock again, causing him to moan, and you smile at the man under you. You are right, his moans do sound pretty. “Please mark me, Vernon. I want you to mark me.” You pause and bite your lip, resting your forehead against his. “Fuck me, Vernon,” you add in a whisper.

Joshua chuckles behind you and shakes his head, tangling his hand into your to pull you back towards him. “You’re a little greedy, princess. But, if that’s what you want.” He lets your hair go and grabs your hips, lifting you off Vernon and to your knees. “Go ahead,” he says.

Vernon reaches down and slicks his head with your wetness, before lining himself up for you to ease down on him. His head falls back against the headboard as Joshua slowly guides you down onto him, both of your moans bouncing off the bedroom walls.

You start to move your hips as Vernon’s mouth latches on to your skin under your collarbone, only for Joshua to still you with a firm grip. “It’s not going to be that easy, princess,” he mumbles, before his lips lock on to your neck.

You whine loudly as you feel both Vernon and Joshua suck your skin, both leaving marks on you at the same time. The feel of Vernon’s cock in you, and their lips, is almost too much. You clench your pussy around Vernon, and he nips at your skin in response. “Fuck,” you mutter, leaning forward to rest your forehead against your forearms above Vernon.

Joshua smiles as he pulls back, before pressing a kiss to the darkening spot on your skin. “Why don’t you tell us all about your bad day,” he whispers. “But don’t move. I would hate to punish you tonight.”

Vernon’s mouth moves over your chest, and he starts to suck on a new spot between your breasts. His hands are still kneading you, fingers pinching your nipples as you moan between the two men.

“Joshua,” is the only thing you can say as your brain tries to form coherent thoughts. You tip your head back against his shoulder and pull in a deep breath to try and force yourself to talk. “Customers were ju- just rude. A-all day. Oh, fuck,” you start, pulling at the rope.

Joshua’s fingers tightened into your hips, keeping you in one spot, and your walls pulse against Vernon. “You gotta stop doing that, sweetheart,” Vernon groans as he looks up at you. “Or I won’t last long enough to fuck you.”

Without looking, you know Joshua is looking smug behind you. “Keep talking,” he tells you as one hand snakes between you and Vernon.

“My boss de- decided- oh,” you trail off as Joshua’s fingers find your clit. You whine and close your eyes as he slowly teases you.

“Decided what?”

You shift a little, hoping for some relief, but Joshua’s one hand squeezes your side. You clear your throat and open your eyes, looking down at Vernon who is watching you with interest. “Um… decided to change our schedule- fuck, Joshua…”

Vernon starts tracing the marks he and Joshua left on you, his eyes following his fingers as they move over your skin. “So beautiful. I’m sorry you had such a rough day,” he tells you quietly, looking back up at you.

You can’t help but smile at his words, though it falters as Joshua’s fingers circle your clit again. “It-it’s okay,” you reply.

“Is that all? Anything else happen?” Joshua asks, nudging your ear with his nose.

Another whine leaves you as you feel yourself near an orgasm, only to have Joshua’s hand pull from you and leave you teetering on the edge.

“What else?”

You sigh and shake your head a little. “Someone cut me off on the road today. I had to swerve to avoid hitting them.” You want to quit talking, you want to move. You want Joshua to allow you to move on Vernon, to get some relief, but he’s intent on having you talk through your day.

Joshua frowns slightly at your words and presses featherlight kisses to your jaw. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m glad you’re okay,” he says as his fingers find your clit again.

Vernon smooths his hands up your sides and to your face, cupping it gently as his thumbs swipe under your eyes. “It just sounds like people are assholes,” he jokes with a crooked smile.

You nod and press a soft kiss to Vernon’s palm. “They re-really are,” you breathe as you feel yourself nearing the edge once again.

“My poor baby. Had a rough day,” Joshua whispers. “Should I let you cum? Make you feel better? Hm?”

You nod again, pulling against the rope gently. “Please, Joshua. Please let me cum. Please,” you nearly beg, and you can feel Vernon’s cock twitch inside you at your words.

He once again pulls his hand back and glances at Vernon as you whine. “I’m going to let Vernon fuck you until he cums, then I’m going to fuck you. You’re not going to cum until my cock is buried in you, and you’re calling my name,” he tells you, before he lets go of your hip.

Vernon doesn’t need to be told twice, his hands moving to your hips so he can move you on top of him. He thrusts up into you, moaning your name as you let out a strangled groan at the sudden movement. He doesn’t hold back as he snaps his hips against you, bouncing you on top of him with a fast pace.

Your breath leaves you with each thrust, seeing stars as he hits you perfectly. You feel Joshua put a hand to your back and push you forward a little, causing the rope to cut into your wrists deliciously as your eyes close in pleasure.

“Fuck. I’m so close. You’re so tight like this, sweetheart,” Vernon mumbles beneath you as he continues his relentless pace.

Your pussy clamps down as you feel your own orgasm nearing for a third time, and Vernon’s mouth presses to your neck, and you’re sure he’s going to leave a third mark on you. “Fuck. Right there.”

Vernon shudders with a moan under you as he cums, ripping your own orgasm away from you as his hips slow and he comes to a stop. He is breathing heavily, a layer of sweat covering him as he presses soft kisses to your chest and shoulders. “So beautiful,” he repeats with a smile.

Joshua’s hands smooth up your back as you rest your forehead against your arms. “Such a good girl,” he whispers against your skin. “Did his cock feel good buried so deep inside you?” he asks, his eyes finding Vernon’s with a smirk.

You whine into a moan, which Joshua takes as a sign of affirmation. You feel his lips press to the shell of your ear as Vernon slips out of you, and you lift your head from your arms. “Please,” you breathe out, almost desperate for release. “Joshua.”

Joshua slides his hands over your arms, his firm chest pressing against your back. His skin is warm against yours, his breathing steady against your erratic breaths. “Let’s let Vernon up,” he says as he unhooks your wrists from the headboard.

He leans you back against him so Vernon can climb out from under you, who only pauses to press a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes close as Joshua kisses your shoulder, before he helps you shift so you can lean back against the headboard.

“How are you doing?” he asks as he takes your chin in his hand, studying you carefully. He knows you like to be pushed, but he also knows that you have limits. You always appreciate when he checks in, wanting to make sure you are okay.

You lick your lips and nod slightly, your wrists twisting against the rope. “Green. I’m okay,” you reply softly. Your gaze flicks over to Vernon, who is standing next to the bed, almost unsure of what he should be doing. You arch your back just slightly, and smile as his eyes drift down to your chest hungrily.

Joshua doesn’t look at Vernon and nods once. “Good.” He grabs the rope around your wrists and tugs you forward so you’re on your knees, which causes more of Vernon’s cum to leak down your thigh.

You whine as you feel it, which causes Joshua to smirk at you. “Joshua, sir, please,” you whine again, your eyes fixed on his.

His hand slips between your bodies and your legs, swiping his fingers over your skin to collect the cum on your thigh. “Please what, Princess? Use your words and tell us what you want,” he whispers as he holds his cum covered fingers up to your mouth.

You don’t reply as you take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Your eyes find Vernon, who is watching you clean his cum from Joshua’s fingers, and you press your thighs together for some relief. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me,” you nearly beg once Joshua’s fingers leave your mouth.

Joshua glances at Vernon out of the corner of his eye, before leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back to help you lay down, pinning your arms above your head with one hand. His other trails down your body, only pausing to circle the marks Vernon left on you. “Look at you. All marked up, tied up, just begging for me,” he teases, smoothing his palm over your stomach.

You squirm under him as he speaks, gasping as he slowly slips two fingers inside of you. “Fuck,” you moan out as you feel him curl them up against you. A whimper escapes you as he expertly finds your g-spot, and your legs instinctively close around his hand.

“Uh huh, Princess. Keep your legs open for us. Don’t you want Vernon to see you?” Joshua asks as he rubs your clit lightly with his thumb.

Your eyes close as you feel yourself near release once again, somehow managing to open your legs just a little. You feel Joshua let go of your wrists and push your legs further apart, and you curl your fingers into the headboard above you. “I’m gonna cum,” you pant as you catch Joshua’s gaze.

He pulls his hand from you at your words, and you can feel tears of frustration prick the corners of your eyes from being denied release for a fourth time. “What did I say?” he asks, tipping his head to the side as he trails his fingers over your thighs.

You blink up at him as you try to rack your brain for his previous words. It only takes you a moment before you realize what he means, tightening your grip on the bed frame. “I do-don’t get to cum until your cock i-is buried in me, and I-I’m screaming your name,” you repeat back to him, trying to calm yourself and your breathing.

Joshua smiles as you speak, tracing the fingers that were in you over your lips. “Good girl,” he tells you. The tips of his fingers dip into your mouth just enough for you to taste yourself and Vernon, before they are gone. “Up,” he instructs, tapping your cheek gently.

As he helps you up to the edge of the bed, he looks over at Vernon. “You’re going to hold her while I fuck her,” he says as he tugs at your binding.

You furrow your brow in confusion as Vernon reaches for you, helping you to your feet. You aren’t entirely sure how Joshua means for this to work, and before you can ask, he speaks again.

“Put your arms around my neck. I’m going to lift you, but Vernon is going to hold you up.” His hands smooth down your back and to your ass, squeezing it gently as you hook your arms around his neck. WIthout a word, he lifts you into his arms and presses his lips to yours.

Your ankles lock around Joshua’s waist as you return the kiss, instantly allowing his tongue access to explore your mouth. You curl your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, his groan as you tug making you clench around nothing.

You don’t realize he’s moved until you feel your back hit Vernon’s chest. You break from Joshua, who moves his lips over your jaw and to your neck. As you tip your head to the side to allow him better access to your skin, you feel Vernon’s hands replace Joshua’s underneath your thighs to hold you.

“Lean back,” Joshua mumbles against your neck, before nipping you lightly. He lifts his head so you can do as he says, his eyes finding Vernon’s over your shoulder. “Make sure she doesn’t fall.”

Vernon nods as he adjusts his hands for a more secure hold on you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you up as you hold on to Joshua. “Don’t worry. I got you,” he whispers as he nudges your ear with his nose.

“I know,” is all you can say before Joshua’s hands are on your chest. You moan as he teases your nipples, tipping your head back against Vernon’s shoulder.

Joshua smirks as he leans down and latches his mouth to your chest. His tongue swirls around your nipple, flicking his tongue over it a few times, before he moves to the other side to repeat his actions. “You love having your tits played with, don’t you? Did you like it when Vernon did it? Did you enjoy his mouth on them, marking them?” he asks, almost tauntingly.

You can feel Vernon’s cock twitch beneath you as Joshua speaks, a quiet whine spilling from your lips. “Yes.”

Without another word, Joshua plants one hand on the wall behind you and Vernon, opposite side of Vernon’s head, and smirks again. With his other hand, he reaches up to tug Vernon’s head down, so his mouth connects the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. “Give her more,” he tells the other man simply. “She likes it when you bite.”

You pull in a sharp breath as Vernon starts sucking on the spot, and your hips roll over Joshua. “Fuck. Joshua,” you whine as you try to pull him closer to you with your bound hands around his neck.

He resists easily, and instead reaches between your two bodies. “So desperate, aren’t you?” he whispers as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Joshua. Just fuck me already,” you beg, pulling at his neck again. “Please let me cum.” You moan loudly as Vernon’s teeth sink into you just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you turn to rest your forehead against Joshua’s arm.

“Told you,” is all Joshua says, before he finally pushes all the way into you.

You don’t get a moment to adjust to him before he is rocking his hips, sending you back against Vernon with each thrust. You can hear him grunt quietly behind you as he adjusts his grip, his nails cutting deliciously into your skin.

Joshua’s mouth ghosts over your shoulder as his free hand toys with your clit. He has you seeing stars with each thrust, and each time his fingers circle your clit. He’s not going slow or taking it easy, and you know he wants his own release as much as you want yours.

It feels like mere seconds before you find yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, all the previous denials having worked you up to a near breaking point. Your face screws in pleasure as Vernon moves to another spot on your shoulder, and Joshua keeps up his pace. “Jo-Joshua,” you moan out. “I-I’m going to cum. Please.”

Joshua’s teeth graze over your neck, and you can feel him smile. “Not loud enough, Princess,” he tells you.

A louder whine pulls from your lips as you curl your fingers into his hair again. “Joshua!” you nearly yell. “Please let me cum, Joshua.”

He tugs your ear between his teeth and presses against your clit a little harder. It’s enough to send you toppling as he finally lets you have your release, your loud high pitched moan of his name filling the room.

You buck against him as Vernon’s mouth moves over shoulder and neck, nearly shuddering at the amount of pleasure between the two. You finally start to come down from the waves of pleasure, leaning further back against Vernon as Joshua continues to fuck you.

He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you to him, crashing his lips against yours as you feel him finally reach his own peak. You clench down on him and whine into his kiss as you feel him empty into you.

It’s not until he slows to a stop does he take you into his arms again, freeing Vernon from behind you. He turns and carries you back to the bed, laying you down gently as he reaches up to remove your arms from him. “Such a good girl,” he praises with a smile.

You are out of breath as he gingerly undoes the rope around your wrists, pressing light kisses to them once you’re freed. You pull him to you so he’s laying next to you, not saying anything as you rest your head on his chest.

You’re both silent for a moment, just listening to each other breathing, and only glance up when you notice Vernon return from out of the room. You didn’t realize he left, and smile at him as he kneels down in front of you at the edge of the bed.

He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee as he wipes you clean with a warm cloth, smiling as he finishes. “Thank you,” he tells you both as he crawls up to lay on the opposite side of you.

You shake your head as you reach over to slide your hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “No, thank you. It honestly made this terrible day worth it,” you reply with a quiet laugh.

Joshua’s fingers trace random patterns on your back, humming in agreement. “Exactly what you needed.”

#svthub #joshua smut #vernon smut #seventeen smut #joshua fanfic #vernon fanfic #seventeen fanfic #s reposts to wonwussy

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BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

Boba’s terms for Slxtty Entrance

NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY

FICS

Black Roses Mafia Romance (WIP) (Jeno x reader)

Jealousy (bf!Yuta x gf!reader)

Play too much (plug!Taeyong x Chubby!reader)

I hope we'll meet again (Nct member x reader)

Liar (bsfbrother!Yuta x chubbyblack!reader)

Tramp-Stamp (Tattoo artist!Yuta x chubby!reader)

Anything for my good boy (sub!Mark x Femdom!Reader)

King's Command (Hendery x fem!reader)

Fun Games (Haechan x Reader x YangYang)

Quiet Rage (bsf!Johnny x Reader)

SCENARIOS

Nct members who would win in a fight

Nct members who I know would love a thick bixch

Nct members who would spoil tf out of their s/o

Nct members who would mark you in hard-to-hide places

My top five Nct 127 members with a high s3x drive

Nct members I think would be scary when angry..and why

Nct127 members who would love it if you sat on their face

Nct127 members who have pain k!nks

Nct127 members who are sadists

The ass smackers in Nct

Four NCT members who would get turned on at the most inconvenient moments

NCT127 members and their favorite things during s3x

How NCT 127 members tell you they’re horny

Which NCT 127 members are rough during s3x and which ones aren't

Nct 127 members who would be able to handle you throwing it back

Nct127 Members during a heated argument

NCT127 Sugar Daddy Ratings

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The type to (Series)

Taeyong

Doyoung

Most possessive members of NCT

NCT127 Members who like it RAW

NCT127 Members and places they would f4ck you

NCT127 MEMBERS AND ROUGH S3X

MTL

NCT127 kinkiest members

CALLING YOU MOMMY (ALL UNITS)

REACTIONS

How Jaehyun would be with an inexperienced lover

First time with Yuta

How I think NCT127 would act if somebody was badmouthing their s/o

NCT 127 F*CKABILITY SCALE

NCT DREAM F*CKABILITY SCALE

WAYV KUN HARD THOUGHTS

HARD and SOFT THOUGHTS

1 Doyoung (soft)

2 Yuta (hard)

3 Mark (hard)

4 Jaemin (soft)

5 Yuta (hard)

6 Taeyong (hard)

7 Doyoung (Hard)

SEVENTEEN

SEVENTEEN members who are praisers, beggers or pleasers

Insecurities (Vernon x Chubby!reader)

STRAY KIDS

Insecurities (Bang Chan x chubby!reader)

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