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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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Flour and Jam

Streamer!Ellie X Fem!Reader

Summary: Yours and ellies attempt at a cooking stream

Contents: fluff, fluff and more fluff, food fight, general chaos.

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (you're here)

"Welcome to my kitchen" Ellie said, looking into the camera that was situated on a tripod resting upon the islands wooden countertops.

User1: New room unlocked 🔓

User2: omg are we cooking?

"Yes we are cooking, thought I'd do something special for you guys to celebrate hitting 500k on YouTube- which is honestly insane."

User3: Been here since 5k on YT 💪

"And due to this being a very special stream I have a very very special person to keep me company!" Hearing your cue, you stepped Infront of the camera "And because I can't trust Ellie to not burn down my house." You add on, smiling mischievously at her annoyed expression.

User4: my favourite person ever 😭

User5: One chance Y/N, plssss

User6: Ima steal Ellie's girl, just you wait and see

User7: omg look at how cute they look together 🥲

User8: The Y/N and Ellie tiktok editors are already screen recording this for later lmao

"Shut-" before Ellie could finish her sentence you pecked her lips- catching her off guard and laughing as you saw the chat go at the speed of light.

User9: Stop I'm so lonely 😭

"Your so lonely? L"

"Ellie! Don't be mean?" You scold her, shoving her shoulder playfully.

"Why?"

"Because I said so, be nice"

"Yes ma'am" Ellie replies, her right hand lifting into a mock salute as she laughs.

"We are going to make a cake. What kind of cake you may be asking?" She spoke, replying to an invisible comment.

"No one asked that baby" you laughed,, reaching up and messing with her hair. Her mouth went to retort but before any words could fall out you cut in front of her "yes I know I'll 'shut up'."

"Were making a 'victoria sponge' cake, because Y/N knows how to make it and there is a higher possiblity it will turn out least half decently" she grins, looking down at the ingredients you'd laid out on the counter. Eggs, flour, sugar, butter, vanilla, cream, jam (jelly if your American), icing sugar and strawberries.

"It'll be great, we'll do so well. I 100% believe we will make an edible Cake" you affirm, lying but trying to be positive.

User10: Uhuh very convincing 💀

User11: manifest it besties

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"How the fuck have we managed this?" Ellie laughed out looking down at the mess you two had managed to create.

"I honestly have no idea" you reply looking at the copious amounts of flour and various sticky substances that coated the counters. "It could honestly be a modern art piece" you hummed

User12: Girlie said modern art

User13: #1 modern art hater for life

Ellie began spewing jokes, continuing to crack eggs and whisk, even though you'd told her to stop adding anything ten minutes earlier.

"You really have no regard for my advice, huh?"

"Nope." She said back to you, the familiar annoying grin plastered on her freckled face when she heard your disappointed sigh.

User14: she looks so done lmao 😭

You move out of view of the audience, silently searching for some emotional support for the foreseeable future. You entered the living room and the familiar ball of ginger fluff you were searching for was curled up in the cat tree you and ellie had bought him for his first birthday. After a few seconds of internal conflict on whether to leave him be or disturb him you decided on the latter.

Picking up the grumpy cat, who made his displeasure known by letting out a tired yowl as you cradled him, before coming back into the kitchen. "I needed some emotional support."

User15: Garfff 😭🐱

User16: pussy lol

User17: Everyone needs emotional support due to this chaotic asf stream lmao💀

You stood back, cradling Garfield in your arms, letting Ellie have free rein, giving a few tips and advice that were swiftly dismissed by Ellie as she continued to do her own thing, including putting salt into the batter instead of sugar, even though you had literally put out all the ingredients for her beforehand which did not include salt.

"Taste test?" Ellie asks, turning around to face you, a wooden spoon in hand a scoop of beige mixture on top of it. "Absolutely not".

User18: DO ITTT

User19: do it! do it! do it!

'User30 donated $50: 'Do it Y/N, also congrats on 500k on YT Ellie <33'

"You hear the people. Taste." Ellie laughs thrusting the wooden spoon towards your mouth.

"It's confirmed, you all hate me and I will never forgive any of you for this" you scowl, opening your mouth hesitantly, allowing Ellie to place the spoonful into your mouths. The overwhelming taste saltiness hits your tongue immediately, making you gag at the unpleasantness.

You immediately rush over to the sink, spiting out the mixture, grabbing a glass of water and washing out your mouth, trying to rid it of the after taste that lingered behind. You hear Ellie's laugh from behind you, the only thing going through your mind was revenge.

Flour. Perfect. You reach into the half full paper bag pulling out a handful. Ellie was otherwise occupied, talking to her chat and answering donations, so when a handful of flour exploded in her face, it's an understatement to say it caught her of guard.

After recovering from a coughing fit triggered by the powder, she reached into an open jar, said jar having fresh strawberry jam inside of it. You saw this and of course, you began to run away, trying to get away from Ellie and the weapon that was her handful of red jelly. Eventually she caught up to you, her empty hand wrapped around your waist pulling you into her body as she smeared the sticky substance across your cheeks laughing at the ridiculous expression on your face.

Because your body was pushed against hers, the flour that coated her body transferred onto you.

"OH FUCK!" You yelled "my new sweater..."

"oh look, Y/N's discovered that her actions have consequences." She grinned cheekily, leaning down to kiss you, the jam from your face smudging onto hers.

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arminsumi · 11 months

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spicy #10 with Armin? I'm thinking reader and 'min move in together and he becomes hyperaware of the readers presence, scent, clothes etc. and it's too much for him to handle...

freaking love your blog btw<333

teehee thank u darlin!! hope u enjoy mwa

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CRAVING YOU MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin

Armin just craves you so badly that the smallest things get him going 🤷‍♀️

⚠️Cws; juicy SMUT

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader

⚠️💦Smut cws; 'pretty baby' and 'darling', 🐶position + against wall + against the washing machine + against the countertop + in the shower/bath, 🐱eating + fingering, panty fucking, cumshot, jerking, unprotected sex + creampie

░ 🍒 While adding your clothes to the washing machine, he plucks your panties from the pile and stares at them. Then he calls you into the laundry room, "Y/n, could you come here for a sec, my darling. 'Need your help real quick..." you hear him almost moan behind the door.

░ 🍒 And you enter to find him fisting his needy cock with your panties wrapped around it. "C'mere, need to feel you, god damn." he blows his bangs out of his eyes, takes your hips in his hands and spins you around. He presses his tip into you, groaning into your ear at the plush sensation, and rubs back and forth against your clothed pussy until he shoots out a hot load. "I guess I'll be adding these to the washing machine..." he giggles guiltily afterwards.

░ 🍒 Even just seeing you change out of your day clothes into your pajamas drives him wild. He'll look at you needily from the bed and ask you to come over and model those clothes for him, but really he just pulls them right off and dives between your thighs.

░ 🍒 You'll just be casually gaming in the living room, relaxing, when he curls up next to you and lets out a needy groan. He inhales the scent of your shampoo and feels himself getting hard. He's rubbing against your leg in no time, looking up at you like a puppy. "Can you stroke me off, please please please?" he begs with big eyes. He visibly melts against the couch when he feels your hand wrapping around his cock. "Mmm, fuck 'm gonna cum all over your hand."

░ 🍒 Sometimes at night when he's curled up into your arms like a cute cat, he'll get achingly hard. He'll hug you real tight and press his dick against your tummy to get your attention. Sometimes he audibly whines until you help him out. He's too shy to use his words :(

░ 🍒 But you can bet he gets verbal as soon as he's sinking inside you. One second he's a cute boy curled up in bed, and the next second he's fucking you nastily until he's got you s(creaming) for him.

░ 🍒 You definitely can't get away with giving him a frisky kiss/teasing touch and then just walking away. No way, he'll whisk you right off to the bedroom before you can blink.

░ 🍒 If you're stood in the kitchen, no matter what you're doing, Armin will hug you from behind. Of course, nine times out of ten, he's rubbing his hardon into your ass. "Bend over for me, pretty baby, 'need to feel you so bad right now."

░ 🍒 Doesn't matter what clothes you're wearing, he always gets hard at the sight of you. He even gets hard to the sound of your voice. So many times you've had him laying on your lap, stroking his hair, when suddenly he asks you to spread your legs so he can eat you out.

░ 🍒 Trust that when you live with Armin, you can kiss showering/bathing alone goodbye. The second you announce that you're getting in a shower/bath, he's running out of whatever room he was in and stripping his clothes off. He loves supporting your body while you have a shaking orgasm from him fingering you 🚿or making the water spill over from fucking you too intensely🛁

░ 🍒 Honestly, if it's a weekend, he doesn't bother wearing anything underneath his sweatpants because he knows they're gonna be coming on and off too many times to bother with that.

░ 🍒 Armin's so impatient to fuck you sometimes. He pushes your panties to the side or only peels them halfway down your thighs. He forgets his condoms, ends up creaming inside you, probably pressing your body up against the wall. " 'm sorry, needed to have you, 'been so fucking horny today..." he groans, driving his soaked cock in and out of your heat like he's addicted.

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guruan-is-not-here · 10 months

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MASTERLIST

Hello!

Guruan here! This is my secondary blog for NSFW and in general, spicy content. MINORS DNI. I also post a lot random rambles, thoughts, about my fictional husbands and celebrity crushes (just Oscar Isaac so far but oh well) (and sometimes I post personal stuff that I don't want on main but ssh). I'll be updating this masterlist with links for better organization! If you notice anything's off, let me know. THIS IS AN ART-ONLY MASTERLIST. I don't use taglists.

🍓— indicates (too) explicit artworks not suitable for tumblr, that will be only posted uncensored on PILLOWFORT (click on PF to open site).

❤— indicates there's some type of insert, either reader insert, or OC insert, "on screen" or "off screen".

💞— indicates insert present in the artwork can be read as neutral gender or either gender. If emoji is not included, then it's either fem or AFAB.

Notes:

All posts will have an alt link on pillowfort, but not everything has an uncensored version. Sometimes what is there, that's all there is. So keep an eye open for that 🍓 emoji. I don't ship the moon boys together, just a fyi to save you time going through the list. OC's are not always the same, so take a look and maybe you'll see someone with a description that could fit yourself:) These works can also be found uncensored on Twitter but those will not be linked here, it's the same artwork posted on pillowfort, after all.

SERIES AND MINI SERIES

The Love Marks series Masterlist ❤💞 | PF🍓

The boys with different marks on their bodies: hickeys, kisses, scratches, and more...

Teasing series Masterlist ❤ 💞 | PF🍓

Started with some "What if the boys received a message with spicy pics when they're not home/with you", and then diverted from there.

Jerking Off + Panties Canvas | PF

Just a individual post for the full canvas that had been posted separatedly for each moon boy. Title is all you need to know.

Jerking Off + Panties (Steven) | PF Jerking Off + Panties (Marc) | PF🍓 Jerking Off + Panties (Jake) | PF

Random Sketches #2 n #3 Canvas ❤ | PF🍓

Just a individual post for the full canvas that were separated in Random Sketches #2 and #3.

Random Sketches #3 ❤ | PF🍓 Marc, Steven and Jake misc sketches. Some boners, hair pulling, cunnilingus and some use of Steven's restraints. Random Sketches #2 ❤ | PF Marc about to have some alone time, and Steven full of kisses + some nippleplay.

NON-SERIES WORKS

Requests Masterlist ❤🍓

Magical transformation | PF🍓

Hamsteven transforms back to Steven... but he's not a magical girl, and clothes are not included.

New apron | PF

Jake is wearing the brand new apron he just bought... and nothing else.

Ten extra minutes | PF

Fanart for Red Flags fic. Marc jerking off in the shower.

Moon Boys Cake ❤ | PF

Marc centric, but some sketches included can be either of them.

He worries ❤ | PF

Steven Grant checking you're ok (and he gets a reward for being such a considerate partner).

You're such a tease, Mr. Lockley | PF

Nude Jake holding his hat over his private parts.

Random Sketches #1 ❤ | PF

Misc sketches of the (3) boys with a reader insert.

Post-it❤️| PF🍓

A letter makes a difference. Steven 'meme'.

SERIES AND MINI SERIES

Facets series Masterlist ❤💞 | PF🍓

Miguel multiple facets... grumpy? vulnerable? cheeky?- and others

NON-SERIES WORKS

What? Nude Version | PF 🍓

Pinup style illustration of Miguel, without the suit on.

What? Suit Version | PF

Censored version of the pinup style illustration.

Meal | PF 🍓

Joining the club of drawing Miguel eating 🐱.

#guruan #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #miguel o'hara #masterlist #cw not sfw

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wayvs · 1 year

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ten in paris 🐱

#nctinc #ten #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #ten lee #wayv #nct #g #m: ten #m3

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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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how many | jjk | 6

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 5.8k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

Warnings: fingering, blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex, he calls her babe, tight little pussy, boy got a big cock, slight bondage kink, creampie, possible dick tattoo (?)

A/N: this is probably the most smut you're ever going to get from me as a writer💖

◆ the one he'd been searching for ◆

At the door to his apartment, Jungkook shuffles around for the keys in his pocket. The shiny new addition to his key ring makes you smile to yourself as you follow him inside. The first thing you do is scan the hall for the fluffy white tenant.

Upon hearing a tiny mew, Jungkook squats down, picks up Namjoon’s cat, and lets you greet her. She gives you a kiss with her pink nose before burrowing her face into your boyfriend’s elbow. For now, she’s the only one who’s allowed to be so adorable and affectionate with your man. But perhaps someday, the two of you will have kids who’ll also get to experience the love he radiates. It might take a while before it gets to that point, but the possibility leaves you excited for the future ahead.

“I’m gonna check and make sure my nosy roommate isn’t around today,” the boy says after dropping you and the cat off in his room.

While he’s off hunting Namjoons, you lay down on the bed next to the cat, still admiring the fresh tattoo on your hand through the clear wrap. You snap a quick pic of the bunny fairy and post it onto snowsleeve’s Instagram with the caption, “lent my hand to a hot new artist🐰✨”.

The comments that pour in are nothing but supportive.

“Pls tag this hot new artist so I can get my own👅”

“WHAT TAHTS SO CUTE OMF”

“i think ive seen this persons art before;;;”

“10/10 better than a face reveal”

“I need more of this”

“@agustd let’s get matching ones🐱🐣”

“#bunfairysearchparty”

“Looks kinda like @jjkINK’s style #bunfairysearchparty”

“okay wait i searched up @jjkINK and it makes sense. super talented #bunfairysearchparty #solved”

“@jjkINK Are your books open? Asking for a friend”

You’re so engrossed in all the comments that you don’t even notice the dark shadow sneaking up on you.

“Boo.” The curled-up kitty isn’t even fazed, but your whole body jerks up as Jungkook throws himself onto the bed beside you. He grins in victory. “What were you smiling at?”

“They’re starting a search party for you on Instagram,” you giggle, showing him your post along with all the comments. His eyes take in everything line by line. “A lot of people have sniffed you out already.”

“Well, they’re gonna have to wait a while before I’m officially open for business.” He pulls you into his chest and plants a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“It’s not my fault I wanted to show off my talented artist boyfriend,” you hum against his smooth skin. “By the way, how’d your Namjoon hunt go?”

“He sent me a text saying he’s out on a date or something. I told him I’d feed the cat so he can go get laid.”

“Aww, what a good roommate.” You give him a kiss on the lips, and his tongue doesn’t waste any time. It hasn’t been more than ten minutes in his apartment and he’s already craving your taste.

The subtle movements of your bodies against the mattress wake the cat from its nap. She stretches and yawns before wedging herself into the warmest spot on the bed—right between you and Jungkook. Her whiskers rub gently against your wrapped tattoo as she purrs away. That tiny bit of contact is enough to make you wince at the soreness. Hopefully your boyfriend didn’t see.

“You should see my cat, Jeon,” you say as you wiggle your index finger around in front of the kitty’s big eyes. You of course use your non-tattooed hand so that your bunny fairy won’t be swiped by a feisty kitty paw. She catches your finger and starts nibbling on it.

“You have a cat too?” He believes you, even though you were just trying to be sly and cute.

You shrug your shoulders, and then it clicks for him

“Hey, can you come back in like an hour or two?” Jungkook asks of the oblivious cat, who finally gets the message and leaps onto the gaming chair instead. Turns out she’s a cockblock just like her father.

With the cat out of the way, the boy takes hold of your wrist to inspect the battle scar from earlier. It’s still swollen and red. “Are you gonna be okay for…?”

You nod despite the sharp stinging in your hand. The wait has gone on long enough.

“Okay, just don’t get too carried away with your tattoo hand.” He lifts your oatmeal sweater up and over your head and tosses it onto his desk, quickly followed by his white tee. Your eyes wander up from the feisty fairy on his abs as he holds both of your hands above your head against the pillows and climbs on top of you. “Let me do all the work today,” he says.

He quickly identifies the nape of your neck as a weak spot and caresses you there with his lips. One bite at a time, he works his way between your breasts, down your belly, to your inner thigh, only protected by your plaid mini skirt and sheer black stockings.

The preppy look you were going for comes undone piece by piece as Jungkook helps you out of your skirt and then your stockings. You’re left only in your lacy black lingerie.

“So… where’s this cat you wanted to show me?” he asks. He can’t play innocent. Not when he already has his finger looped around the lace that hugs your hips.

“Find it,” you taunt him as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. His dinosaur boxers get your approval.

“Wait, is it a tattoo…?” He tugs at the lace with eagerness. “Down here?”

It’s cute how he’s always thinking about that one tattoo he hasn’t found on you yet. But it’s finally time to put the poor boy out of his misery.

You sit yourself up, slide the lace down your legs, and fling it over to the growing pile of clothing on his desk. Without hesitation, the boy’s eyes are drawn to the untouched skin between your legs. He licks his lips and leaves them parted as he stares with such intensity. There’s no tattoo to be found there, but that doesn’t make him any less fixated on what he sees.

With gentle fingers, you close his jaw and lift his chin to meet your gaze so that he can’t just drool over your pussy all day. Leaning in, you snap him out of his daze and whisper, “Does that answer your question?”

Jungkook nods and steals a kiss. “Guess that means there’s only one place left to look.”

A confident hand works its way around to your back and unclasps your bra. You press the lace to your chest before it falls off your shoulders.

This is it. This is where your little game with Jungkook finally comes to an end. You won’t have any more tattoos or secrets up your sleeve because he’ll have seen every part of you. He’s seen the shy you, the passionate you, the dorky you, the artist you, and everything in between.

You let him into your world, and he embraced it.

The bra slips from your tattooed hand and falls onto your thighs. You watch as your boyfriend scans every inch of your bare upper body until he settles on the lower outer corner of your left breast.

“It’s pretty.” His thumb strokes the tiny piece of art on your skin. It’s the silhouette of a black cat perched atop a red crescent moon. “You did it yourself?”

You give Jungkook a modest nod as he looks down at his own chest to figure out how in the world you tattooed yourself at such an awkward angle. He might be the only fuck boy out there who’d delay sex in order to consider the specifics of a tattoo so intently.

Out of nowhere, you run both hands up the boy’s torso and push him down against the mattress and between your thighs. Perhaps he wants all the details about your first tattoo, but you can save it for the pillowtalk that comes after sex.

“Maybe you can tattoo me in all the spots I can’t do myself,” you suggest, drawing attention to those tricky parts of your body—spots like your neck and anywhere on your back. Two hands grab your ass and scoot you forward until your face nearly collides with his.

“A booty tattoo would be pretty hot on you,” he says against your lips. He gives your ass a good squeeze before rolling you over and getting back on top of you. Without wasting a second, his fingers sneak their way between your legs, dip inside you, and coat themselves in your glaze. He glides around your clit and asks, “Or should I tattoo you down here?”

“Not opposed to either.” No tattoo is off the table if Jungkook is the one doing it. And despite your low pain tolerance, you know you’d definitely enjoy having his hands on you in either spot for a good hour or two. “I want you all over my body.”

“Say less.” One hand takes care of your breasts while the other continues to rub you up and down until you’re all nice and wet. The flicks of his fingers are soft and sexy, and it doesn’t take long before your body is squirming beneath him.

He pauses a couple of times and makes it very clear that he’s in no hurry. You, on the other hand, are quickly becoming a hot mess, and the snail speed isn’t helping. It’s torture at its finest.

“More… Jungkook,” you manage to say between moans. “Please.”

Your boyfriend stares down at how turned on and needy you are for him. His eyes wander across your naked body from your slick center to your perky nipples to your flushed face. He takes his thumb and swipes it gently over your lips.

“Do you want my mouth up here?” he asks, watching carefully for a cue from you. His fingers down below tap on your clit several times. “Or down here?”

You feel the bundle of nerves swelling up between your legs at the mere thought of him lapping you up and eating you out. He’d be latched onto your center with the tightest grip around your thighs, unable to control himself like a vampire sucking his plaything dry. His tongue would surely be the death of you.

But the huge bulge in his boxers is an even deadly temptation.

You weave your fingers through the long hair at his neck and pull him down until your lips can reach his. This kiss is filled with hunger and lust. “Here is perfect,” you say before he goes in for seconds.

The boy obliges and continues on with the makeout session. He pulls back a second later and asks, “Wait, has anyone ever gone down on you?”

“Not yet.” Something tells you that’ll change in the near future, though.

Jungkook gives you a cheeky smile like the troublemaker he is. “You’re so innocent, Y/N.”

It shouldn’t take long to change his mind about that.

You slide your hand up the front of his boxers, right over his bulge. His entire body stiffens against the sudden contact.

“By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about this dick tattoo you may or may not have,” you say as you continue to rub him through the cotton. “I imagine something like a cute little snake.”

“Me? Cute and little?” Jungkook snorts. Now that he repeats your words back, you have to admit it was a pretty innocent remark on your end. At least you know he finds your innocence endearing. “Try saying that again with my cock down your throat.”

Eager to accept his challenge, you tug at his waistband. He steps out of his boxers with haste and kicks them off to the side. The first things you notice are of course his lack of a tattoo and his size. He might be even larger than you’d been estimating while silently evaluating the bulge through his boxers.

“Sorry to disappoint, but there aren’t any cute little snakes here,” the boy jokes. He leans back as you slither your fingers around him and bring yourself in for a closer look. He’s warm, veiny, and awfully big, but there’s nothing you can’t handle from him. You shudder at the thought of him pounding into you with that massive size and length. You swear you’ve never been so turned on just from looking at dick. If the perfect cock exists, you’re holding it.

“No worries, I always appreciate a long and large blank canvas to work with.” You feel clever for coming up with that one. And who knows. Maybe you’ll be the one working on his dick tattoo in the future.

Both you and Jungkook watch your tattooless hand go up and down his length. He’s getting so tense and worked up despite how little you’ve touched him. You want to see how far you can push him.

“I know you said you’d do all the work today, but I don’t think I can help myself,” you say, wetting your lips a few centimeters away from his erection. Perhaps it’s your own desires clouding your judgment, but he looks like he could really benefit from having your mouth around him. You plant a soft kiss just below his swollen tip and glance up at your boyfriend for his thoughts on your unspoken proposal.

“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” Jungkook’s eyes are as gentle as eyes can be in the midst of sex. He pokes the back of your tattooed hand and says, “Just be careful with this hand, okay?”

He’s being so sweet and considerate about your newly branded skin, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if he tied your hands up to ensure you’re behaving the way he asks. That’s another kink to explore some other time, though.

“It’s a good thing sucking you off doesn’t require much hand usage,” you smirk.

Knowing his eyes are all on you, you decide to make a spectacle out of what would otherwise be an ordinary blowjob. Your tongue starts by teasing him with a few wet kisses all around his length. The room is filled with the sounds of diligent sucking and the needy kind of moans you only make when you’re really craving cock. You want to make sure he knows how into his body you are.

When you take a peek to see how he’s holding up, he’s straining his neck just so he can watch exactly what you’re doing to him. If you didn’t already have your mouth around his cock, he probably would have started jerking off to the show you’re putting on for him with all your lewd sounds and naked body. You love the thought of him pleasuring his horny self at the sight of you doing something naughty.

“You taste better than ice cream,” you say after a very intentional flick of your tongue over his tip. The teasing doesn’t stop there, though. Your lips just barely graze him as you let half his length in. His poor cock is like a lollipop melting away against a tongue that hasn’t tasted pure sugar in months.

Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop. You’re addicted to him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans in rhythm with the movements of your mouth. “I take back what I said about you being innocent.”

You try to fight off the stupid grin creeping up on you, but you fail miserably. “I’m only this naughty when I’m with you.”

“Good.” He does his best to maintain his composure as you take the rest of his length, but that’s not working out too well for him. You feel him wince in pleasure as soon as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing is rough and sloppy in a way you haven’t heard before. You’re driving him crazy, and you love it. “I need you all to myself.”

The boy watches on as you devour him like a popsicle. You’ve always thought you had your gag reflexes under control, but you have to admit his large size is a lot for your throat to take on. Jungkook wasn’t just talking himself up earlier.

Your half-moan, half-gag vibrates against his cock. His hand reaches for yours on instinct.

“You good, babe?” His sudden concern and pet name for you are like positive reinforcements for choking on his cock. You want to do it again, over and over.

“Mm,” you moan, continuing to slide his length up and down your throat. Somehow, you feel your throat warming up to his size. That doesn’t mean you won’t keep gagging to stroke his ego, though. It’s your way of acknowledging that your boyfriend has (by far) the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked.

“Sure I’m not too big for you? What about your tight little pussy?” He’s taunting you again. And you lean right into it.

“Let’s find out.” You finally pull back from his erection and crawl forward until your breasts are dangling over him and your pussy is aligned with his cock. He reaches up with his thumb to wipe the glossy glaze off your plumped lips. You lick the rest up like sweet syrup.

To stall things out just a bit longer, you rock your hips back and forth so that your clit drags against his tip as the two of you makeout. You’d been so focused on sucking his cock that you’d forgotten how sensitive you still were between your legs. As tame as it might seem, grinding against him like this feels so fucking good.

When your little bud gets a tad too excited, you put your hips on pause and push yourself back up into a sitting position on top of him. As soon as you lift your ass again, Jungkook’s hands slip beneath you for support. You make him watch as you curl several fingers up your pussy to ensure you’re wet and horny enough to accommodate his massive size. No shit you’re horny enough.

You reach behind your back to grab his cock and position him where he can ease into you. His cock has the audacity to give you a little nudge at your entrance, but his eagerness is understandable. You feel it too.

As you slowly lower yourself onto his length, you’re thankful for the “safe sex speedrun” (as your gamer boyfriend likes to call it) the two of you went on in the weeks leading up to this. Nobody’s getting preggy, nobody’s catching any STDs, but you will get to experience just how good he feels with no condom in the mix.

“You’re awfully tight, Y/N,” Jungkook hums, the corner of his eyes crinkling upward in the most endearing way possible. He’s right. He’s only got an inch or two in and plenty more to go. He must be feeling like a god right now.

You’ve encountered a handful of larger-than-average dicks in your sex life, but you’ve never taken this long to get them all the way in. The boy also picks up the time ticking away.

“In the meantime…” he starts but never finishes his sentence, rubbing your clit between two fingers. The jolt of pleasure proves to be counterproductive as your muscles tighten around his cock. You hate how weak you are to his fingers. One of these days, you know he’s going to catch on and make you get on your knees and beg before he even lays a finger on you. You won’t be able to resist, either.

“Fuck,” you huff. His fingers find a nice rhythm, gradually getting stronger and more intense. You give into the pleasure and throw your head back for just a second. But if he continues down this path, you’re going to come before you’ve got him halfway in. To prevent your bundle of nerves from exploding on the spot, you pull both of his hands up to your breasts as a distraction. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You have the perfect tits, you know that?” He squeezes them both like stress balls even though you know he hasn’t had anything to stress about since midterms. It’s probably just the frustration building for every additional second he’s forced to wait before fucking the shit out of you.

Once he’s in as far as he’ll go, his hands slide down to your waist where he has a strong grip on you. Like the gentleman he is, he lets you take the lead first. You use a combination of your hips and thighs to leverage your weight up and down his length. Meanwhile, your greedy little fingertips take the opportunity to get acquainted with his hard abs. You’re once again reminded of how in shape he is. His commitment to everything important—his health, his studies, his future, you—is so incredibly attractive.

Despite how much you crave wild sex, this first bit is still slow and sensual, just until you adjust to his size. Your hips are hard at work on his cock, and you find it kind of romantic the way he gazes into your eyes as you pleasure yourself on him.

As you speed up, you hear more and more grunts and groans from the boy’s throat. And once you’ve got a steady pace going, you start to feel his hips move beneath you. His thrusts are so strong that you’d probably bounce right off his cock if not for his hands keeping you strapped into place. At least he gets a nice little show from your bouncy tits he loves so much.

“Is rough okay with you? I can go harder,” he says with the smuggest look on his face. You didn’t realize there was a level up from what he was already doing. Not in that position anyway.

As soon as you nod, he lifts your entire body up off his cock like it’s nothing, just to show off the results of his daily visits to the gym. In a smooth transition, the two of you switch positions with you on your back and him on top.

You get a good look at him holding his big throbbing cock over you, and your hand wanders down between your legs on instinct without you realizing it. You rub away and feel how swollen and close you are to hitting your high.

Leaving your legs spread open, you eagerly wait for Jungkook to shove himself back into you. He angles his cock at your entrance and works his way inside you with relative ease this time around.

“You’re so fucking tight,” the boy growls. He cups your chin and steals a passionate kiss from you before pinning you against the pillows. He has a gentle hold on the wrist with the bunny fairy flying right above it.

“And you’re so fucking big,” you finally admit, hoping to unlock another horny masculine urge from him. “It feels so good.”

The roughness behind his first few thrusts is a not-so-subtle reminder to hold on tight. You reach around with your free arm to hang onto his back, like an innocent hug that eventually turns dirty. If the sex gets any rougher, Jungkook might have a few claw marks on his back like he’d been scratched by a feral cat.

With your claws dug deep into his skin and your other arm still held down above your head, you feel secure beneath him—secure enough to ask to be fucked as hard and deep as your boyfriend can go.

The first opportunity you get, you throw your ankles up over his shoulders to angle yourself better and casually suggest deeper penetration. And as soon as you say the words, the boy pounds his cock into you and hits just the right spot. Over and over again.

The moan that escapes your throat is the filthiest sound you’ve ever made. It’s a combination of pure pleasure and you trying to fight off an orgasm. If you weren’t so caught up in the sex, you’d probably feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed. Instead, it only encourages you to keep losing yourself to the pleasure as you inch closer and closer to your high. You’re just really glad no one else is around to hear it.

“I’m close,” you say, making a total mess of his hair. He continues to fuck you hard while swirling his fingers down around your clit to finish you off. God, you love his fingers.

“I can tell, babe,” he chuckles sweetly. Of course he can tell. You wouldn’t be making lewd sounds like that unless you were at the peak pleasure of really good sex. And you love how he can continue to be so playful and endearing even when you’re about to come all over him.

You suddenly gasp out in pleasure and claw your nails into his neck. Your toes curl above his shoulders, and your pussy tightens its grip around his cock. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how fucking huge he feels inside of you.

As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, Jungkook uses the momentum to match your pleasure with his own. You run your hand against his back in a massaging motion and say his name softly to let him know you’re his number one supporter at the final stretch of this full-body workout session.

He grunts your name back along with a lot of sloppy profanity in response to an exceptionally strong clench around him. He gets harder and harder with each thrust until you feel yourself being filled with his creamy glaze. It’s like a massive release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the day you two met. In your experience, normal sex doesn’t feel this good. Then again, you’d like to think you and Jungkook don’t have a normal relationship.

It’s something special, and you want to cherish it forever.

You feel the wet trail that’s left behind as Jungkook pulls out, proof that it wasn’t all just a wild sex dream. His cock is drenched like a freshly glazed donut. You lick your lips even though you know you’re too worn out for another round.

“Hungry?” your boyfriend asks with the biggest grin before drowning you with a thousand soft kisses. “For actual food, I mean.”

“Right, actual food.” Your voice still has a naughty undertone as you hop up off the bed and stretch out your limbs. You make sure to give the boy a nice view of your glowy post-sex body. Maybe he’s also worked up an appetite just by staring at your naked self. An early dinner might be in order.

After washing up, you throw on one of Jungkook’s oversized tees and walk into the kitchen. The cat is busy eating her seafood dinner while the handsome chef is stirfrying noodles and veggies with what smells like the okonomi sauce you recommended to him some time ago. You spot the half-empty bottle on the counter to confirm your suspicions.

“You’re right, this sauce makes everything better,” he says with a noodle hanging from his mouth. He slurps it up and gives you a small bite to try as well. It tastes so familiar yet brand new at the same time. Something tells you it’s the chef that makes all the difference. You’d eat those noodles every day if Jungkook were the one cooking them for you.

“We should try making actual okonomiyaki one time,” you suggest, dishing the meal out between two bowls. That would be a fun little date activity—shopping for ingredients together, struggling to make a proper okonomiyaki, and eating it anyway when things go horribly wrong.

“Ooh, yeah. Have you seen all those videos where they’re throwing all the shit together on one of those hot plates and it comes out perfect every time? They make it look easy.” He pulls out his phone, and the two of you spend the next half hour going down the okonomiyaki rabbit hole as you fill your bellies. Never mind that you’ve already seen these videos. You just love Jungkook’s enthusiasm because it reminds you that your bond with him will never just stop at art and tattoos.

It’ll go as far as you and Jungkook want to take it. In your mind, the sky is the limit, and you’ll aim for the stars every time.

After a long day of big reveals, tattoos, sex, and okonomiyaki, your body is finally running low on energy. You curl up with the cat in Jungkook’s bed as the boy finishes his shower. All you can think about is how perfect the day has been. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy until your smoking hot boyfriend returns with wet hair and no shirt. You’re not ashamed to say you’re wide awake now after seeing his bare skin again. As soon as he rolls onto the bed, you snuggle up to his chest. Your nose is filled with his spiced body wash, and you’re tempted to breathe him in until you’re intoxicated.

“So…” Jungkook sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs the tiny cat and moon on the side of your boob. “Are you going to tell me more about this tattoo?”

“I want to know what you think about it first,” you say, sitting up and lifting your shirt up just enough for him to see the design clearly. He examines it again and even holds your hand tattoo up right next to it for comparison.

“It’s like night and day. The dark and mysterious cat on the moon, and the bright and innocent bunny fairy. One is for everyone’s eyes, while the other is hidden away waiting to be found.”

“I didn’t even think of that.” You’re thoroughly impressed by your boyfriend’s critical thinking. You wonder what that analysis says about you.

“Oh, and it reminds me of Sailor Moon,” he adds. Of course the biggest Sailor Moon enthusiast in the room would pick up on the loose inspiration for that design.

With a soft laugh, you lay back down and resume the cuddling session. You wish you’d never left. It’s so warm and toasty in Jungkook’s arms. And you know you’re always safe with him.

“Can I tell you a behind the scenes secret about this tattoo?” You point to the side of your boob. The boy nods. “It was either this tiny one or a whole sleeve.”

“You were really considering a whole sleeve?” He runs his hand up and down your arm to generate more body heat. “What happened with that?”

“You know how, when you’re in this industry, people expect you to be covered in art? When your arms look like mine, a lot of people will question your authenticity, especially when you’re just starting out,” you explain.

You might have celebrities and fellow artists who’ll back you up now that you have a large portfolio and presence on social media, but it wasn't easy for you in the beginning when you had no one.

You’d heard a lot of shit being said about you, and you tried to push past it, but it got to be too much at some point. You specifically remember another artist saying, “What does she know about tattoos if she doesn’t have any tattoos of her own?”

That’s when you decided to bite the bullet despite how you felt about needles.

“I just thought it’d be easier to move forward if they could see how passionate I was about tattoos. A sleeve would’ve been clear proof of that.”

Jungkook plants a kiss on your sleeveless arm. “The assholes who judged you clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.”

“I eventually realized that,” you say softly. “I ended up designing the whole sleeve, only to look at it later and say I couldn’t go through with it.”

“The last thing you want to do is have a whole sleeve of resentment tattooed to your skin,” he says. Your boyfriend says the wisest things sometimes.

“That’s why I downgraded,” you agree. “Part of me still wanted a tattoo, but it didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So I went with this cute little guy and tucked him away for a handsome boy to find a few years later.”

“I’m glad you let me see it.” Jungkook gives your whole body a good squeeze. “I bet your sleeve design was sick, though.”

You roll over to grab your phone and scroll through your photos. Once you track down the design in question, you hand your phone over to the boy.

“Oh shit.” His eyes are wide as he zooms in to catch every little detail. Among all the chaos you’d thrown into the piece, Jungkook points out something intriguing. It’s a black panther perched on a crescent moon. It still surprises you how good the details came out on it.

“That’s the one part of this whole design that I still really like,” you say. Clearly you have a soft spot for the moon panther. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the miniature version of it tattooed to your breast. “It feels like a waste to have abandoned it.”

“Weren’t you supposed to have a consultation today to discuss design details with a client?” Jungkook hums innocently as if he’s not referring to himself. “He might be interested in the moon panther, if that’s an option.”

You draw an imaginary circle on the boy’s forearm that isn’t already covered in ink. It’s easy to imagine that sort of tattoo on him. It suits him perfectly. “It’ll look good on you.”

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook does that adorable wrinkly grin again and melts your heart away. “By the way, was that the origin story for how you got the name snowsleeve?”

“Yeah.” You smile back. You’ve always had a special attachment to your IG handle because it’s a reminder that you’re a tattoo artist whether or not you have a sleeve to prove it. That was the confidence boost and secret identity you needed back then before you had people on your side—and before you had Jungkook. “But now that I think about it, I might have to change that name if you ever cover my arm in more bunny fairies.”

You wonder what clever name you’d change it to. Or maybe you’d start going by your real name. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

After letting out a huge yawn, you kiss Jungkook on the lips and drift off to sleep feeling so warm and safe in his arms.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook tattoo #bts bad boy au #jungkook #bts

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Hiii! Can I request bonten or kantou house husband reader who had an argument with bonten a couple days/weeks ago, and bonten started to notice that M/N has been kinda down and the lunches he made for them looked like they were prepared with NO love unlike before? Some fluff at the end too :)

-🐱💗

Yes yes yes

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Bonten knew they were in the wrong.

They knew what they said was hurtful and unfair to (name) but the men were prideful fucks.

And it couldn't have been THAT bad, could it?

It was that bad.

(Name) had begun sleeping in the guest room, no warning or anything and Ran swore he heard (name) crying one night.

Then came the lunches.

No more lovingly made lunches with cute little notes, just the bare minimum.

"Ok we seriously need to apologize" Koko said looking at the plain rice and a McDonald's packet of salt, no good shit.

Just a culinary fuck you.

So when they came home, they came home with everything and more.

Flowers, balloons and (name)s favorite food.

"This isn't going to make me forgive you guys"

"Baby we're sorry!"

"Sorry is if it happens once or twice, you guys promised me six times in a row!"

"We were caught up with work!"

"All I ask for is a night with you guys! It's been ten weeks since I got to properly see my own husband's!" (Name) was tearing up again and took a step back when Kakucho went to comfort him "is one night really too much to ask of you guys?"

It wasn't, it really wasn't.

"Tomorrow night"

"What?"

"Tomorrow night, we will give you the most romantic night you could ever possibly fucking dream of, we are sorry we have been neglecting you so badly..."

"How can I trust you guys?"

Ouch.

Justified but damn, he didn't even trust them with this anymore.

"I will let you shoot me in the foot" Mochi said and (name) rolled his eyes "I'm not gonna shoot you guys"

"Just... Give us a chance to make this better"

(Name) looked thoughtful before speaking "fuck it up and I'm staying at my parents"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 11 months

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Baby hotline

You’ve been talking to a man who calls himself big daddy for over a month now, he calls every night to talk to you. Some conversations are wholesome whereas some lead to sin. When he calls you tonight you wonder which it shall be.

Big daddy! Elvis x call girl! reader smut.

Word count: 3k.

Warnings: Descriptive talk of sex. Mutual masturbation, fingering and jerking off. Explicit detail, graphic imagery. Hint of stalking. Innocence and corruption kink. Daddy kink. Talk of prostitution. Smoking and language. Talk of unprotected sex and cream pies. Age gap of 20 years. Heavy sexual themes. Mature.

A/n: Based around 1975, Elvis is a lonely pervert looking for young 🐱.

The silk curtains were tied in the middle as you pushed them aside. The large window in the hotel room overlooks the dark alleyway of Hollywood Boulevard. A few lights were scattered throughout the building across from where you stood. Traffic was slow and the people were scarce. Cars are parked by the sidewalks. Most are Volkswagens. The block you stayed on was occupied by protestors who preached free love and peace. It was a warm inviting community that brought you here, all those months ago. However, there was a dark brooding car that made you anxious. It was out of place in the rainbow pallet. A shiny 1973 Stutz Blackhawk. It loomed over all the other vehicles, like a dark storm cloud on a clear night. The car was parked on the other side of the road, closest to your window without being directly below. It was strange but maybe they were just visiting for a session with one of the girls.

The residents of the hotel you lived at including you were either prostitutes or call girls. You being the latter. It was a movement to lift women's sexuality. You decided what's the harm in selling the most organic thing, sex. You get paid for doing it as well and won't have to see the person who's paying. A man who was your most reliable client paid the highest. You didn't know his real name or what he looked like. Only what he told you throughout the months you've known him. You knew that he liked being called big daddy, and he loved routine. He told you he had blue eyes and dark black hair, and that he was a very wealthy man. However, with all that charm came a cost. Some of the calls he made were personal, talking to you like a child. Telling you that he was a lonely man, that women didn't love him like they used to since he gained some weight. He was older, more mature. He talked to you like a guardian. He wanted to protect you, a stranger. A call girl he's never met at that.

Unabashedly you liked him more than you should. He paid fairer than most of the men you talked to, and he always kept his word to spoil you. Big daddy also had a routine of calling you, every other night at midnight. Tonight however is nearing that hour and you haven't heard a word from him. It was strange since he was a creature of habit. Has he lost interest? Surely not, sometimes he called just to talk to you. He didn't care that every minute was ten dollars he just wanted to know how his little darling was doing.

You sighed, sitting on the window banister. Propping the window open you hear Hollywood's busy atmosphere. People yelling and conversing, and the traffic. The cool night air hitting your bare thighs made you shiver. Your baggy sleep shirt isn't adapting to California’s climate.

Hitting the bottom of the pack of reds, you open the brim. Plucking one of the last cigarettes out of the box. Placing it between your lips you take the lighter you keep stuffed in the box out. Cupping your hand around the flame you light the smoke. Puffing the flame to keep it steady. You tuck the lighter back and set aside the box on the side of the sill.

If you focus hard enough you swear you could see the stars behind Hollywood's fog. You inhale the smoke and breathe it out of your nose. You feel a pit in your stomach grow as the minutes pass as he doesn't call. The embers fall onto the window pane and you throw the rest of it out, puffing a long train of smoke and pushing it out into the night.

There's rhythmic rapping on the other side of your door. The sudden noise makes you jump, your skin tingling with fear. Who could be asking for your presence at such a late stage of the night? Hesitantly you stand and walk over to your door. Wrapping your fingers around the knob, bracing yourself for what’s to come when you open. When you open it, nothing is there. You stick your head out and look at both sides. Empty. You take a step out, and your toes hit something solid. Looking down you find a box. The box is about not big, not small either. More of a rectangle than anything. One of those boxes you find at a woman’s boutique. It doesn’t have a brand but it’s a hot pink color. There’s a white bow on top, and a small card tucked under it. Did someone else’s mail get delivered to you? You crouch down and take the card out from the sash. In barely cursive writing, it reads.

To my sweet darling,

May you bless these garments, with your lovely body.

Sincerely,

Your daddy.

Briefly your cheeks heat up, and the rest of your body follows. Your hands are sweating when you pick the box up. A smile erupts across your face. He cares. However, it strikes you with fear about how much he does. For example, how did he find where you lived? Did he trace the line? Surely not, you were just overthinking. You set the box down on your bed. You tucked the card under the lamp on your side table. The only light that is shown in your room. It illuminated the pink rotary phone on standby.

You slipped the baggy shirt over your chest, the cold air of the night made your skin prickle. Your nipples pebble from the icy grasp. Your little white panties were the only thing you had on. Untying the sash you opened the box. Your eyes turned glassy, your pussy clenching around nothing. Your brain is running wild with assumptions. A dusty pink bra with a little white bow in between the cups and matching lace panties. Your ears started to ring. You took the fabric into your hands, examining your gift further. It was silk. The stitching was embroidery, not factory-made. Did he get this tailored to you? You snorted a laugh at the idiocy. But upon further inspection, picking up your chosen underwear for the night. You found a pink sticky note with the number three written on it. Three thousand dollars in one hundred bills wrapped with a pink rubber band stuffed into the crotch. You huffed a loud noise in the form of a gasp. You should've known he’d do something like this. Taking the wad out you placed it by his note.

Unclasping the delicate strap you place the bra on. It shouldn't be a shock that it fits you perfectly, but it also raised the question. How did he know? You hooked your fingers under the waistband of the white panties you had on and slipped them off. You shake your head at the damp spot in the middle. God. Did just thinking about him do this to you? He could be the ugliest man alive for all you knew. His voice though. That heavy southern drawl, that makes him sound drunk sometimes with how slow he talks. You roll your eyes and groan. There it is again, you psycho-analyzing your client. It's just business. Where is the line between client and lover? You didn't know and you're afraid that you're too far gone to understand the concept.

You slid on the soft pink ones and pulled them up your legs and they hung snugly around your hips. Bizarrely you felt a wild hit of lust. Like those smelling salts they've been selling around your street lately. A boost of confidence hits your psyche. You knew you looked pretty just from how the lingerie felt. He somehow knew what looked best on you. He knows what's best for you. You ran your palms flat over your curves, stroking yourself. Suddenly, you understood what men saw. That unbridled sexual libido.

The phone rang. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head and you ran over to the pink plastic. Kicking the box off of your bed in the midst of it all. When you first pick it up and hold it to your ear you don't hear anything. Other than the hushed sound of breathing.

“Hello?”

You whisper into the bottom. You lay flat on your stomach, anticipating who is on the other line.

“Hello, darlin’. Been missin’ you.”

Your heart hammers against your chest. You smile widely. His voice is deeper than it usually is, softer as well. He's composed.

“Really?”

Listening to his breathing fogs your thinking and makes your stomach tighten.

“Of course, honey, been thinking about you since our last call.”

You snort a little at how silly his answer was. You trail your fingers over the curly cord.

“You’re so funny daddy, our last call was yesterday. You couldn't have thought about me that much.”

Instead of the line going quiet and listening to his breathing he immediately replies.

“Trust me, yittle girl, I have.”

You start to burn. He’s thought about you so much to the point where it’s not even a question. He adjusts himself and you hear leather squelch. Is he calling you in his car? You can’t think about it for long.

“Do you like my present?”

You scoff.

“Like it? I love it, daddy! Thank you so much!”

“I was a little worried it wouldn’t fit. Had to make a guess using what you’ve told me.”

You wonder if he keeps tabs on you, a notepad dedicated to details about you. You feel flattered by the sentiment.

“Are you wearing it?”

You can hear his swallow, a thick audible sound coming from his throat. Hearing him lick his lips too. You smile.

“Mhm, it’s very pretty. Expensive too, and I noticed the cash. You didn’t have to, our call was only a couple hundred last night.”

You felt a little apologetic for the amount of money he gave you. You honestly valued the conversations you have with him, you felt saddened to know that he probably thought you only talked to him since you got paid in the end. You hear him scoff on the other side.

“Baby, I'll tell you one thing. You don't know nothin’ ‘bout me if you think I can't spoil my yittle girl.”

You smile.

“Point taken.”

It’s quiet again. His deep breathing follows, it’s strangely comforting hearing him breathing. It’s as if you were cuddled up next to him. You’d lay on his chest, rubbing your hand on his bare chest. Feeling his heart beat faster as you trail your hand lower under the waistband of his velvet track pants. You wondered what color they’d be. You know undoubtedly he wouldn’t have trouble getting hard. A pretty little thing like you was the only dose of medicine he’d ever need. You rub your thighs together trying to appease the urge to touch yourself. Fantasizing what his hands would feel like on your body. How big he was.

“Need to stop smokin’ honey.”

You blink dumbly. Your heart is running fast. How’d he know? Was he watching? No. You refuse.

“W-what?”

Your words are rushed.

“A lotta girls in the valley are startin’ to smoke those cowboy killers. They’re called that for a reason. Pretty young girls can’t take that kinda smoke. Makes your poor daddy sad seein’ them ruin’n their lives because of a fad.”

“How d’you know I smoke?”

“Like I said, lotta pretty youngins are startin’ up the nasty habit.”

Shutting your mouth you think for a few seconds, contemplating his answer. He’s most likely around your demographic all the time for his profession. He’s just in one of his overprotective moods. He’s been getting into those moods more often lately. A hint of jealousy grows a pit in your stomach. If he’s always around young women then why does he talk to you? There’s nothing special about a call girl. Or so you think.

“Daddy, do you ever think about me outside of our little talks?”

“I'm ‘fraid you got a listen’in problem. Told you before darlin’, I think ‘bout you every damn minute.”

He starts huffing, breathing quicker.

“Starts gettin’ bad when I'm on the job and I start thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

You push your hand on the mattress, laying flat on your back. Adjusting the phone to your other hand so the cord isn't in your way. Smiling mischievously to yourself. Running your nails along your stomach.

“What do you think about me when you're working?”

“Oh, Lord honey, all kinds of things. Your daddy gets so very lonesome without his yittle sweet thing. He starts thinkin’ ‘bout how it feels to have her legs wrapped around his hips. How her tiny sooties wouldn't be able to touch. If he put all his weight on her if he’d feel his cock in her stomach every time he fucks up into her.”

You can't speak, running his filthy words through your mind. How your feet wouldn't be able to touch just from how wide his hips are. The confidence he has in his size is a complete contrast to the insecurity he normally voices. You don't know what the change was in his ego but you love it. So much to the point where you cup your hand over your pussy. The warmth from your labia makes your arousal build. You can feel the dampness of your essence seeping through his lacy panties. Your clit is already swollen and throbbing from the friction of the elastic band.

“How-,”

You bite back a whimper, clutching the phone closer to your ear to hear his rapid breaths.

“How big are you?”

He chuckles under his breath, how innocent you are. He's talked to you about what he wants to do to you. You're not shy or bashful when you warm up to him. The fact of the matter was you were as much of a freak as he was, maybe even more. All you were was just a little minx.

“You know those glass co-la bottles that used to sell wild back in 55?”

“It's like that honey.”

You dip your fingers under the band of the panties, you tease the outer lips of your slit. Your folds are soaked in your juices. Hearing him talk in that dirty southern drawl makes your hips buck. The poor man can't even say cola right because of his accent. It causes your breath to hitch. You spread open the lips of your snatch and drag the wetness from your core to your clit. Up and down.

“Goddamn, I don’ even think my pinky could fit in your little cunt. I betcha you couldn't even take in your daddy's knuckle.”

He cleared his throat, the pause made you push two fingers into your fluttering hole. Automatically your back arches. You can only imagine his features pushing into you, how his cock would stretch you out. The burn of him pulling out only to plunge back in.

“How am I makin’ you feel?”

He pulls you closer to the edge, you can hear the wet squelch of your fingers fucking into your channel. Your palm flattens and rubs on your clit. Your body feels electric and pulsing with every thrust.

“Listen real close, daddy.”

You bite down hard on your lip to stifle a whine. Taking the phone from your face you place it between your thighs. Right above the hand, you're fingering yourself with. He groans loud and heavily into the speaker.

“Uh huh, mhm.”

The tension in your stomach snaps, and you can feel the rush flow from your abdomen and down into your hand. Your legs straighten out and you let go of the phone, soaking the plastic your bed and his panties. Your eyes roll back and your mouth parts as your breath becomes ragged. When you come back down to earth, the only thing you can imagine is his face stuffed into your neck telling you how good you did. You lift up and take the phone back up, wiping it off with your duvet.

“How’d that sound?”

“Lord have mercy on me.”

You smile at how astonished he sounds.

“That darlin’ sounded as good as the lord's gospel.”

“I swear to god daddy's gon’ fill you up, make you his forever. Allow you to be blessed by raising his kid. He’ll never be alone again having you as his little mama.”

This was new. His mantra about wanting to play house with you. Maybe it was because you had a crush on him or that your mind was still foggy but that didn't sound bad at all. Actually, it sounded like a dream.

“Did you cum daddy?”

He laughs into the phone, one of his warm authentic ones. The one that makes your stomach flutter.

“Honey, I finished when you told me you were wearin’ the little thing I gotcha.”

You blush, smiling wide. Maybe it's because of him telling you that he wants a future with you. Or the delusion that you'll have a life with him, but you can't help but ask him.

“When can I meet you?”

He sighs on the line, a deeply disappointing one. That crushes your soul a little. Your feelings get twisted slightly before he answers.

“Tonight.”

The line goes dead after his reply.

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