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medicinal-doll · 1 year

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Enough.

Title: Enough.

Daddy!Ransom drysdale x little!bratty!Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You're sick and tired of Ransoms bullshit but he's not done with you yet

Warnings: ddlg themes, headspace switch, fluff, clit play,fingering,teasing,cursing,dom/sub dynamic

A/N: Writing this wiped me out and I dont know why (p.s. Thank you guys for liking my fics it means alot!)

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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"You can't talk to me like this anymore!" you huff "I'm not just one of your little fucking dolls you can do what you want with ransom" you argue at your boyfriend while he stares at you with that nonchalant glare that he knows gets your blood boiling.

"Well, thats all good and fine doll but I dont remember telling you that you could fucking leave me"

"I'm done listening to you ransom" you turn around on your heels and storm out of the room.

"You wont get far~" he says in a sing song tone

"Shove it up your ass hugh!" you shout back

......

You find yourself at your apartment, and the fact that ransom bought it for you last year doesn't ease your anger. you sigh and slide down the wall filled to the brim with frustration. "God why does he have to be such A fucking dick all the time" you grumble.

In your wallowing you hear your phone buzz

"Hey girl!, where are you at?"

"Um... I'm at my apartment why?" you respond confused

"Are you seriously skipping out on my party!?" "I even said you could bring your rich asshole boyfriend "

Shit, you had forgotten all about her birthday party. the fight fogged up your thoughts so you didnt even get the chance to tell ransom about it.

"Yeah Um... No, I'll definitely be there don't worry" you say grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

"You better be...."

.........

"Hey!sorry I'm late" you embrace your friend in A warm hug.

"Girl don't even trip I'm just glad you made it"

"Hey where's your boyfriend?" She asks curiously

"Yeah about that I...."

"Right here!" ransom says waving a hand with sunglasses over his eyes. And his usual cocky smile, which normally would charm you but after the fight it makes your stomach turn.

Your stand there stunned with a surprised look on your face "oh and I got this for you" he hands her a flashy bag. probably containing some overpriced luxurious item "Can't forget the birthday girl" he says with A smile and your friend laughs "you know what ransom I knew you weren't so bad " your friend leaves to put her gift on the table.

Ransom meets your shocked eyes with an unreadable expression and the faintest tinge of a smile.

"Hey honey, did you miss me"

You scoff and walk off to find A drink. With ransom around, there's no way you're getting through this party sober.

You reach your hand towards the ladle to fill your red cup with the vodka punch. But ransom swoops up beside you grabbing the items from your hand, And makes your drink for you. He then he royally bows before offering the drink to you with both hands.

"My lady~" He says with a smirk and mischievous eyes

Your face scrunches up in annoyance "If you think this is gonna make up for this morning, you're dumber than you look"

You snatch the drink from his hands and walk off to another room

Ransom laughs to himself "there's my little grumpy bear..."

....

A short time later you find yourself in the living room leaning against the cream painted white walls, knee deep in a silly debate amongst friends.

Until you hear an ear catching clink ring out in the room.

As heads start to turn you smile in an excitement eager to hear the usual hilarious birthday speech.

Your eyes land on the speaker in question, and a sense of existential dread robs you of your mood and cheerful smile.

"Excuse me ladies, gentlemen" "and birthday girl" ransom gestures to your friend.

"I only require your attention for a few quick moments" he says as he slowly inches closer towards you, and you instinctively mold your back against the wall fearing what ransom has to say.

"My love" he leans down and kisses your hand, but you feel awkward when he doesn't let go "These past years we've been together have been absolutely beautiful"

"And with that I only have one thing to say"

Ransom gets down on one knee and you feel your spirit leave your body from the embarrassment.

"Honey will you marry me"

"I think I'm gonna be sick" you say to yourself then rush out of the room running upstairs into the first bathroom and puke your guts out in the toilet.Shortly after you hear footsteps then feel A presence behind you.

Comforting hands find themselves grabbing your hair holding it away from your face, While a soothing hand rubs small circles along your back.

When you get done spilling your guts you're drained mentally and physically. Between being mad at ransom,attending the party, and throwing up. your energy was gone, with your brain out of order for the rest of the evening.

"You're alright sweetie you're okay "ransom says in that caring tone reserved only to you his little girl. you feel your mental state start to slip ,so you turn around and cling onto ransom wrapping your hands around his neck and hiding your face in his shoulder curling up into him.

"Cmon princess let's get you home and get you cleaned up

You nod silently into him feeling too small to talk.

Ransom understands this and how you can go mute when you're feeling especially tiny, and he picks you up carrying you downstairs.

"Hey ransom what the hell was that" your friend questions and you squeeze tighter onto him. Ransom just rolls his eyes and her eyes land on you "Hey you okay girl?" ransom does not have the patience for this questioning in general, but his short temper drops to almost nothing when it comes to caring for his babygirl.

"She's fine" "thanks for the party" ransom answers shortly before storming out the front door to his ridculousy expensive car.

Not even 5 minutes into the car ride you're out like a light head bobbing up and down, drool threatening to spill from your pouty lips and ransom has a warm hand on your leg as he admires your cuteness.

You reach home and now its ransoms favourite part, waking you up. you're so bratty when woken up from a nap. you just get the nastiest little attitude just cause you're sleepy. It's like you turn into A little ransom jr. with your potty mouth.

"Gorgeous wake up we're home" ransom gently shakes your body, and you frown turning your face away from him snuggling more into the seatbelt. ransom sighs and unbuckles you "Cmon princess be good and let daddy take care of you"

"No...." you pout to yourself ransom laughs finding your behaviour cute and picks you up bridal style softly cooing at you so you dont throw a fit and heads inside.

.......

Ransom sits on the stool in the bathroom with you sleepily tucked in his strong arms, while the warm bath water runs with your favorite soap and bath bomb to entice you in.

"Time to get undressed little one" ransom says as he grabs the hem of your dress slowly lifting it up you squirm away and try to push his hands off you with what little strength you have.

"Be good..." Ransom says in A warning tone but that only rouses you from your sleepy state even further. Gaining some of your big girl strength back you struggle against his prying hands with more vigor.

"Ow!" Ransom delivers A harsh slap to your backside which make you regress back into little girl space, and you sniffle softly as ransom removes your clothing.

After your pink panties hit the floor ransom stands with you in his arms and goes to set you in the warm water "Daddy no!" You cling onto his neck for dear life and ransom giggles silently to himself "glad to see you're finally awake honeybun" "but you gotta get in the bath so daddy can get you all clean okay pretty girl" your fight leaves your body at his praises but you still hold onto him.

"Baby" his voice darkens and you quietly tremble at the change of his tone

"You've been pretty fucking bratty to your owner today" he says as he threateningly caresses your bum "All that big girl mouth you gave to me this morning and at the party" he places a kiss to your temple and lowers his mouth to your ear "So don't take my kindness as forgiveness honey your still gonna get your punishment"

Your eyes widen at the buzzword " No papa! Not A punishment anything but that!"

You whine into his shoulder "M'sorry" ransom comfortingly pats your butt

"Well then you can start by getting in the bath like your daddy told you to hun" you whimper and slowly lower a leg down into the bubbly warm water and ransom follows your movement by slowly easing you down into the tub.

You give into the warm sensation and instantly relax "close your eyes baby" ransom fills a cup with the warm water with a fresh rosy aroma and delicately pours it over your head, you look up at ransom with innocent eyes "Daddy... Are you mad at me?" you question as he scrubs your back being suprisingly careful with you, ransom pauses for a second in thought..

"You know I'll always love you honey no matter how hard of a time you give me" ransom leans in and peppers your face with kisses and you giggle.

You tilt your head in confusion as he reaches for something from the counter.

He holds the toothbrush in front of your face and squeezes the minty paste onto the bristles "open up for me hun" you slightly part your mouth and ransom sticks the toothbrush in, bristles slowly gliding over your teeth.

When ransoms done, he grabs a cup and begins filling it with water then holds it to your face "swish this around and spit it back in the cup for me dolly"

you follow his instructions swishing the liquid around before letting it all go back into the cup "good girl" he ruffles your wet hair, then ransom pulls the bath stopper from the tub and turns his attention back to you.

"Alright cutie arms up" you lift them and ransom wraps the baby pink towel snug against your form, and picks you up.you lean into him as water from your hair drips onto his shirt.

........

Ransom sits down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. a few minutes pass as your eyes flutter open and closed every now and then. until you feel A hand grab a hold of the soft flesh of your thigh and roughly part your legs. you look at ransom in curiosity and go to speak but A firm hand clasps itself around your mouth.

Ransoms fingers dance around your inner thigh inching dangerously close to your princess parts "Daddy?" You try to say but it gets muffled by ransoms big hand "Shhh princess, you didn't think I'd forgotten about you punishment did you?" ransoms fingers brush over your clit and an indescribable chill runs up your spine and you whimper.

"I know you're tired baby so daddy's gonna take it easy on you" he starts moving his index finger in slow circles around the hood of your clit and you try to shake his hand from your mouth, but it's not budging "All I need is A sincere apology from you hun" "And daddy's gonna play with your little girl button until he gets it, okay sweetness?" He removes his hand from your mouth panting lightly ,and you yelp when he pinches your clit between his fingers "I wanted an answer to that baby"

"yes daddy..." you whimper softly and he slaps your clit "Ah!" You cry out "louder doll I couldnt hear you" "Yes! Papa!" You whine and hide your face in to his shoulder softly breathing in his intoxicating cologne "Good girl, Now tell daddy how sorry you are for your behaviour today" he says as he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger

"Daddy I'm sorry..." he pauses his motions "for what honey" he says blankly

"F-for...um.." "Ah!" Another harsh slap hits your clit and ransom speeds his fingers up rubbing your clit at a mind numbing pace "Silly little girl doesn't even know what she's apologizing for" you barely hear what he is saying as your eyes water at the pleasure between your legs.

ransom senses this and leans his head down to your ear and speaks to you in that low dominant voice he knows gets you worked up "Babydoll.." your ears perk up "If you cum before I get my apology, I'll beat your ass red and raw till you scream how sorry you are" "Daddy doesn't have to do that right? Or is someone still feeling disobedient....."

"No! I'll say it please..." he slows down his ministrations and you sniffle "Go on honey, daddys listening"

"M'sorry daddy"

"For?" He questions

"F-for being A bad girl and being bratty to you"

"Aww see hun, that wasn't so bad was it" he wipes the tear that threatens to fall from your eye and kisses your head "daddy forgives you bunny...." ransom says as he dives two thick fingers into your juicy cunt and starts moving them up towards your g spot, and you scream "Daddy!" As you moan in pleasure and involuntarily writhe your body against him.

Ransoms fingers brush up against A certain sensitive spot and your mind goes blank "Ah- No! I said it daddy you promised!!" You sob into his shoulder "You were so naughty for me baby" He coos as he glides his fingers over that place sparking fireworks in your belly "trying to leave your daddy baby why honey"

You slip further into your small state as high pitched moans leave your mouth head too fuzzy to respond "Has daddy not been nice enough to you hm?" "Maybe I need to start babying you more honey"

Your walls clamp down on his fingers as you mutter his name again and again in a trance of pleasure "Cmon sweet girl cum for daddy so I can put you to bed" Ransom adds A third finger into your soaked pussy and rubs your clit in small circles with the other.

"Go on honey give daddy your orgasm, drench my hands and lap with that little princess cunt"

"Its not a princess cunt!" You whine at him feeling bratty again from his teasing "Aw baby yes it is, it's so wet and so tiny all for me" he lifts your head up to kiss your face, you blush and shy away from him hiding in his shoulder again to pout.

Ransom brushes over your clit one last time, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle A loud cry as your body convulses around him. ransom runs a soothing hand up and down your waist slowly coaxing you through your orgasm, and slows down his fingers inside of you.

when your breath stills and you stop shaking ransom takes his fingers out of you with A pop. you lift your head up to look at him, and you see him lick every last drop of your cum from his fingers like it's his last meal. Then he delivers A sickeningly sweet kiss to your lips, but you pull away and look down in guilt.

"what is it darling" he asks as he rocks you gently back and forth "M'not ready to get married..." you look up at him through your bambi lashes, and he just laughs recalling the events from a few hours ago.

"I wasn't serious hun, I know you're not ready to marry me yet" "Would be nice though" he kisses your cheek as your expression fills with uncertainty "then why did you propose in front of all those people?"

"I dont know, I guess I thought that it would make you change your mind about leaving...."

"You made yourself look like a fool for me?" You quirk up at him and Ransom laughs giving you the gentlest kiss on your lips "Over and over again doll" he whispers to you.

"You got the spoiled little rich boy wrapped around your finger" he sighs and you giggle

"I was never gonna leave you daddy, I was just tired of you bossing me around all the time..."

"I'm sorry angel, you want me to stop babying you so much?"

You giggle at him and kiss his nose

"No daddy, I'll always be your little girl" you smile at him and he grins right back at you "Okay doll, time for bed" Ransom places one last kiss on your forehead before picking you up leaving the room to get his girl in her pj's and tucked into bed.

#ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x female reader #dark!ransom x reader #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #x little!reader

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roobylavender · 3 months

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wait thats embarrassingjsvoejdfkjd i actually didnt confuse the two actors because they look alike (although they do i cant tell white people apart) its because i had been seeing BOTH bomer and guy-from-suits as fancasts for him. so sorry!

but like, i totally get what you mean, alot of these actors go to easily in one direction, whether its their fault or the script. I dont really agree with the praise pattis0n gets with his portrayal anymore because hes so like, emotionally obtuse it begins to stray from being sympathetic or understandable it just makes him look like hes a dickhead on purpose and the only thing it accomplishes is it serves to piss me off lmao. I do agree with you on affleck, hes probably the best we had so far. But i also think val kilmer did okay with. what he was given? if this were a ranking id put him in like second or third place imo

but on that hand, thats sort of why i adore the model they created for telltale batman. I know this is straying away from the discussion because its not like, a live action actor, but i love his face model. perfect mix of like someone who could be seen as a charming playboy, a doe-eyed lover and someone with his heart on his sleeve but also unassuming and stoic when needed. lol.

and that thing you mentioned about the decade long film concept sounds interesting but it doesnt sound like something superhero companies are willing to do. like that requires alot of planning, care and consideration and most of all time because they would be aging in real time. but companies need things done STAT because $$$$$. its a shame the new franchise is starting with damian because were yet again getting an older batman, i wouldve loved a movie about early years young bruce and dick. (and side note, i believe gunn had said he wanted him and supes to be similar in age, but he also wants damian robin? how does that work? what is he cooking oml)

i have a talia mutual who also swears by the val kilmer version so i will definitely try to watch it soon, you have me so intrigued! and omg when you say telltale batman do you mean troy baker. that's so strange for me to wrap my head around bc i know him as sam from uncharted but i've also never watched the telltale batman cutscenes so maybe i need to do that too 🧐 i feel like when i look at him i see oliver more but that might also be bc of the color of his hair and the mustachejgkjdflhdf

#and yeah i def agree about the decade long film concept it's like delusional fantasy but nonetheless i love it dearly in theory lol #also am with you on the gunn stuff i have no idea what he wants to accomplish and i'm scared lmao #outbox

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Hey... *slide some bills* so about the fluff of facilier You know..

And since I see you are in the art of writing lemon maybe idk *more bills* add a little of that if you want?

I leave you to think about it

You want some fluff? You want some LEMON?? ALRIGHT.

SFW!!;

You can always be physical with him. Punch his side, hold his hand, grab his ass- he's not very bothered. Though warning if you give him a hug that clearly means something, he uh. Might not let go.

Shadowman loves to cook. He got his recipes from his mom, and let me tell you, my dude makes a GOOD po boy, and a mean bananas foster. And hes very generous with his portions- honestly thats the real reason his stomach pokes out of his suit, because my dude just knows food that well.

He does most of the cooking. But if you offer HIM food, well...he's honestly very flattered. Makes the snake as cuddly as a hamster, if only for a minute. Seriously, share things with him, he's mush.

He loves exploring with you, and he's drawn to sprt of hole in the wall type locations. If it's empty, maybe a little creepy, he's interested. Makes not a single date boring.

Having said that, he's not at ALL scared of being in public. He's a smooth talker, and can easily make his way into any event for free, especially if you bat your pretty little eyes at him and ask nicely.

He LOVES to go singing/dancing. With you, he likes the more...risqué songs. But he'll play nice. Until you leave, at least.

He likes to tease, a lot. He thinks your angry face is adorable, and he pinches your cheek when you just wanna punch his stupid pretty face.

Not a bad partner if you have kids. He loves those little shits, and can entertain them (and you) with simple magic. Don't expect too much strictness though, that's not his jam.

When he loves a certain space/person, he decorates them. Rooms that are his are VERY busy, and unless you tell him otherwise, he'll start to decorate your things till its an absolute mess of cute/creepy things.

One of his decorative methods is sewing/drawing. He hand makes his voodoo dolls afterall, so he's pretty talented.

Because of this, you have pretty weird gifts on hand. Rabbits foot, mojo bags- you WILL leave the house with some kind of good luck charm.

If he's not working, you pretty much gotta deal with him. Be it his whistling, him moving your things, or even his shadow just acting like an attention seeking child.

NSFW!!;

Ask him to steal you pretty things. Seriously, he loves it. The more expensive, the better. One time you said you liked the jewelry of a clearly well off woman- you got a total 'copy' the next day.

Don't expect any nice gifts to come honorably. He's sorta flat fucking broke. He WISHES he had the money to pamper you, really he does.

Flirts. Heavy. In public if you let him, he doesn't care who listens. And yes, this ALSO includes groping. And his hands are sneaky too, they find their way to all sorts of places, especially if they're sensitive.

Romantic wise? You're his one and only. Physically? He can't be loyal. Total whore. He tells you about it though, and often times he gets ideas for you.

Ideal for voice kinks. He can purr just right in your ear, in JUST the right way-you almost dont notice his hand sneaking in between your legs.

He has a frenum piercing on his dick. Loves it when you give it just a LITTLE tug.

Play with his hair. Give it just a little tug after petting it- his ass is dragging you to the room, pronto.

King at fingering. Gender be dammed, my guy can find any nook and cranny to get you squirming, and he abuses it. He's awful, and LOVES it when you call him that.

His shadow joins in like, all the time. Keeps you from moving, holds your hands behind your back, pushes your head down onto his dick, he's pushy, mischievous, and had a habit of stealing your clothes.

He has a voodoo doll of you. You thought it was cute at first. Then you realized he takes his frustration out on it when he can't find you. If you're apart, and he's NEEDY, he plays with it. And you can feel every single touch. Every stroke of his thumb against your lips, the very heat of his body against yours. You were at work once, and he was SO needy, he humped the hell out of the poor doll, and you felt every single thrust. You came in your seat, and he reminds you often.

Shadow sort of does the same thing. He takes your shadow, and gets you to touch yourself for his amusement.

Likes being rough with you. Grabbing your arms/thighs too hard, holding onto your throat- he makes bruises, and often.

Praises you where it's due. "Good job, sugar" is a common phrase he coos to you.

He's flexible. Can and will fuck in any place, any position, and honestly, in front of anyone.

Mostly tops. But if you convince him to bottom, hes so lazy about it. But he DOES squirm more, if that's what you're into.

#not transformers #dr.facilier #Dr.Facilier #asks #lemon #i hopped on this like as SOON as i got it #can you tell I've been thinking about this

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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If you still have nsfw requests open what abt monster dick mc with a charmed fl3shlight of the bros/side characters (minus luke, but i feel thats obvious)

Monster dick MC fucking a charmed fleshlight

MINORS DNI

Anon i want to kiss you directly on the lips for requesting this. I had the time of my life writing these. Not sure if the monster dick really comes through here, but I tried my best to imply it.

Warnings: toys, sexting, mild exhibitionism (in Satan’s), breeding kink (in Beel's), consensual somno (in Belphie's), sounding (in Solomon's), genitals ambiguous for the chars, amab mc/reader

Lucifer:

You better not use it while he’s in public!

He makes that wildly clear as soon as he finds out about it (and no doubt he mysteriously finds out about it before you get the chance to use it).

What he likes is if you use it when he’s been holed up in his office, working for far too long

Lucifer’s been working for hours when he gets a text from you- an eggplant emoji that you’ve taken to using as a simple way to ask if you can use the fleshlight. He sends back an “ok” sticker and then he feels it. Your lubed fingers circling the hole of the charmed fleshlight, then sliding into it. He cries out, crumpling the paper he was writing on. He tries his best to flatten the paper while simultaneously grinding his hips back against your fingers, even though he knows that won’t work, and it just makes him look like a desperate whore rutting against his desk chair. When you pull your fingers out and replace them with your cock his hands shoot up to cover his mouth so no one hears him call out your name, cumming embarrassingly quick in his pants.

Mammon:

He gets kinda pouty if you use it instead of coming to fuck him in person

Best thing is to use it as "punishment"

If he's ever being bratty you making him watch as you fuck the fleshlight, yet he can still feel you fucking him

Mammon is tied up sitting on the bed watching you hungrily as you sit in a chair across from him. You pour lube into the toy causing him to bite his lip at the strange sensation. You tease the hole of the toy with your thick head, making Mammon beg for you to fuck the toy. When you insert your dick he gasps and pulls against the restraints, shaking as you slowly sink inch by inch into the toy. He’s so shocked at how realistic it feels, it feels like you’re deep inside him, churning his guts as you pound into him. But even though it feels like he’s being fucked, he's not, and therefore he’ll be begging the whole time that you fuck him properly.

Levi:

Let’s be honest he’s the one who bought the toy for you

He begs that you try it out even though he’s kind of prepared to be disappointed, thinking it’s probably a scam

When he feels your fingers on his hole his mind is racing through a million scenarios of you using the toy

Levi had just finished up his (long and very informative) explanation of what was so special about the fleshlight he'd gotten you. He’d wrapped it all up with a disclaimer that it probably didn’t even work. And yet here he is looking at you expectantly from where you’re both sitting in his bathtub bed. You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes as you shimmy out of your pants. Grabbing the lube you note that Levi’s breathing has gotten heavier, and he’s already hard. So you lightly tease him for getting hot and bothered just from seeing your flaccid cock. He stutters out some excuse but shuts up when you pour the lube into the fleshlight. You ask if it works, if he can feel it, and he immediately starts gushing about how poggers this is, and begging you to start fucking the fleshlight already.

Satan:

The first time you use it he was in the library, though luckily no one was around to see the way he- to no success- tried to conceal the way he fell apart

Afterwards if anyone takes notice of the way he walks back to the house of Lamentation with a slight limp and the way he’s walking holding books in front of his crotch, they do not bring it up

He thinks its stupid that you would buy that instead of actually fucking him

Thoroughly amused you read Satan’s passive aggressive texts to you from his room about how he can feel that you’re using the toy again, that you should just make the short walk to his room and fuck him properly. Ignoring him you slide your cock in, and the texts stop abruptly. Then you get a call. You continue to thrust your cock into the toy as Satan attempts to convince you to come over between begging and whining for you to pick up the pace and go harder. He babbles about how he can feel it in his stomach, that he wants you here so when you finish he can feel you fill him up with your cum. He’s going to want you to come fuck him again properly when you're done.

Asmo:

Obsessed with the toy, and thinks it’s so much fun

When you text him a heads up he likes to stuff himself with a vibe so it feels like double penetration

Sometimes he calls you in the moment to rave about how good it feels, and sometimes he’ll just wait until you’re done so he can come find you for round two

As soon as Asmo read the text from you he dropped his eyeliner and grabbed a random vibrator. He snaps a quick pick of the one he’s using- as a way of showing he’s ready on his end, then lubes it up and stretches himself as he feels you tease the entrance of the toy. When you slide in he gets adjusted to your phantom stretch before stuffing in the vibrator, crying out obscenely at the sensation of your long, thick cock fucking him alongside the vibrator. It’s such a unique sensation, unparalleled by anything else he’s experienced. He loves it almost as much as he loves you fucking him normally. Almost. But in the end you fucking him in person is far better, and he knows as soon as you’ve both cum he’ll be rushing (with a slight limp) to your room for more.

Beelzebub:

Give him a heads up before you use the fleshlight so he doesn’t hurt himself if you use it while he’s working out

He probably doesn’t like it too much because he doesn’t like that you can’t breed him with your cum when you finish

He also doesn’t like that he can’t see you so he begs for facetimes when/if you use it

Beel is uncharacteristically pouting when you answer his facetime, whining that he doesn’t like this toy very much, and that you should just come and fuck him. You explain this is like a prelude for what's to come later, and his temperament shifts a bit, smiling at the promise of you pounding him in person after. When you slide your cock into the toy the phone shakes a bit as Beel cries out. He’s so frustrated because it feels so good- of course it does when it's you, but he wants to be able to kiss you and taste you and feel your skin. Beel gets fed up with all this so he slowly and shakily makes his way to your room, stopping to catch his breath as you continue to fuck the toy while he walks.

Belphegor:

Obsessed with you using it while he’s sleeping

Or if you let him use it on you while you're sleeping

He’s much rather fuck you with the fleshlight than ride you, and he’s desperate to feel you fucking him whenever he can get the chance

You wake up to Belphie's loud and breathy moans in your ear. He’s jerking you off with the charmed fleshlight, grinding his cock against you as he feels the sensations of you fucking him. His eyes are scrunched shut, so when you thrust your hips into the toy it catches him off guard and he cums, staining your pajamas with his jizz. His eyes open and he kisses you sloppily as he picks up the pace, whining and whimpering into your mouth as he does. Once you've cum inside the toy Belphie throws it to the ground, and despite both of you having cum all over, he pulls up the blankets and promptly falls back asleep, leaving you to either try to fall back asleep or clean the two of you up with no help from him.

You could probably get the most use out of it with the side chars

Diavolo:

A solution for when he wants to get dicked down but can’t make it to the house of Lamentation or you can’t get to the castle

(not a perfect solution though, he still heavily prefers you fucking him in person over this)

He becomes more desperate though, begging for you to fuck the fleshlight every night (and the morning after) that he’s not with you.

You open your phone to 30 new messages from Diavolo begging that you fuck him and laugh. You send him a kissy sticker before lubing up your cock and teasing the opening of the fleshlight with the head of your cock. Diavolo sends you a series of key smashes- a thing he’d recently learned about from Levi, then a picture of his hole slick with lube and slightly gaping. You groan, easing the toy down your cock. The texts stop as you pound your dick into the fleshlight, but start right up again when you’ve cum. You get his half thought out praises, pictures of the aftermath of his orgasm, and so many heart emojis before he sends his goodnight text.

Barbatos:

Like Beel give him a heads up to make sure he’s not cooking or attending to Diavolo

But oh boy does he loves this toy sm

Loves that he can comfortably lay back while you pound into the toy

Barbatos gets the heads up text that you’ll be using the charmed toy when he’s taking a bath. He gives you permission, shyly taking a picture of himself in the bath, to which he receives copious praise and compliments from you. He feels himself blush, fidgeting as the anticipation builds. When he feels the ghost-like sensation of your lubed up cock rub against his hole he whimpers, relaxing as best as he can for the stretch that your huge cock gives him. He grips the edge of the tub as you slowly and sweetly fuck the toy. It's nice- the experience of getting fucked in the bathtub without the mess. He cums when you do, calling you immediately after, giddy to talk about how it felt and how much he loved it.

Simeon:

No matter how often you use it every time you do he gets so scared because he forgets how it feels to have you touching him but not there with him

Like Beel he wants to be able to hear and see you when you “fuck him” so he’ll text you asking that you facetime him (he cant figure out to do it on his own lol)

Highly prefers you fucking him in person but on nights when he's alone it's kinda nice

You facetime Simeon before going to bed, holding up the fleshlight with a wink and hearing him sputter on the other end. He lays back against his pillows, running his fingers along his chest as you lube up your cock. When you ease your dick into the toy, very slowly so he can adjust to the stretch, Simeon whines and whimpers, accidentally dropping the phone, then propping it up on a pillow to make sure that doesn't happen again. He reaches down to touch himself, like you taught him, time with your thrusts. By the time you’ve cum the first time he’s given you two orgasms already, sobbing from the overstimulation, and trying to muffle the way he calls out your name by shoving his face into the pillow.

Solomon:

Has a matching charmed dildo that he fucks his hole with lol

You guys take turns fucking around with each other with said toys

One night he uses the dildo so you can feel him, and the next you use your fleshlight so he can feel your cock

Last night Solomon had fucked himself on his charmed dildo for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Tonight you’re going to get payback. You text him a picture of your lubed up cock and the fleshlight as a warning. He sends back a selfie of his hard dick, plugged up with a sounding rod and he’s giving you a thumbs up. You laugh, rubbing your head against the entrance for a moment then thrusting fully in. Once in you wait for him to adjust before fucking the toy with a brutal pace. When you finally get tired out Solomon facetimes you, showing you the aftermath, and listening to your heavy praise. Then you walk him through some aftercare and fall asleep, never hanging up once.

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𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲?

𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 (𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳. 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟰,𝟳𝗸

hello i read a lot of your works and i think theyre really good. i was hoping to request for a jeno×reader×jaemin. now, not a threesome, thats not what i mean. but like maybe the reader is dating one and the other secretly likes her too and idk i think just angsty smutty and yk all that. she can end up with anyone tbh.

𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗹𝘆, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀.

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲?

𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲.

Jeno and you have been together for around 2 years, and many people believe Jaemin is also dating you two since the three of you are practically always together. You don't really mind since you like him and is nice being around him.

You occasionally find him staring at you or checking you out when you wear sexy clothes, and you don't pay attention to it since boys do that all time, right? You also don't mind him checking you out because you surely have checked him out as well.

And he's handsome.

Very handsome.

Jeno and Jaemin have been friends for a few years and even share an apartment, so it's not unusual seeing Jaemin there. Of course, he kind of knows when things get steamy and always leave the place so you and Jeno can have a bit of privacy.

One night, you arrive at their apartment wearing a short silk black dress and black jacket covering your shoulders. Jaemin is quick to open the door and smiles when he sees you. "Hey."

"Hi," you grin. "Is Jeno home yet?"

He shakes his head and sets aside to let you in. "He texted me he'll be here in 15 minutes."

You groan and Jaemin shuts the door behind you. "Jeno is always late." Jaemin fixes his gaze on your butt and then clears his throat.

"You want to drink something?" Jaemin asks as he walks to the kitchen.

You nod. "A beer please."

You take your jacket off and place it on the armchair. "You're not going out with us tonight?"

Jaemin is back holding two beer bottles and hands one to you. "No, I have class tomorrow at 7 am and I know you guys won't be back until 3 am."

You giggle and have a sip of beer. "Maybe tomorrow we can hang out," you proposed as you sit. You cross your leg.

Jaemin gulps at the image of you with that short silk dress, half of your legs naked. So hot.

The fuck am I thinking? Stop.

Jaemin sits in front of you and nods. "That's what Jeno said."

You stay quiet for a couple of seconds and then look at him. "It would've been fun if you were coming."

Jaemin is sure his heart will jump out of his chest at your words. Why are you saying that?

Dude, you're his friend. Don't overreact.

Jaemin smiles sideways. "Maybe if you give me a reason to skip my class I can go."

You smirk. "Let me think of something," you purse your lips as if thinking. "You could meet someone tonight."

Jaemin chuckles and shakes his head. "Not enough."

You sigh and squint your eyes, looking at him. "I'm trying to decipher what could make you go."

"Maybe if a girl with a black silken dress dances with me, I'll go," he says as he stares at you.

You thoughtlessly bite your lip and nod with your head. "Then I better get ready."

(...)

At the club, you have been by Jeno's side all night. And you know you owe a Jaemin a dance but you couldn't dance with him the way you want to since Jeno and a few more friends are there.

You sigh internally. Why are you thinking of Jaemin when you're practically grinding on Jeno? Maybe it's because he looks so damn good in that red shirt. Or perhaps you have had enough alcohol.

"Baby," you whisper to Jeno, "I'm gonna go to the restroom."

"You want me to go with you?" He asks.

You shake your head. "I'll be right back."

He kisses you before you and you walk among the people dancing. Once you're in the restroom, you wash your hands with cold water and you get your face a little wet.

You exhale.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the bathroom door open and you ignore it, thinking it is a girl. You raise your head up to watch yourself in the mirror and startle when you see Jaemin behind you.

"Jaemin!" You turn around. "What are you doing here?"

"You owe me a dance," he cocks an eyebrow at you.

"I'm not gonna dance with you in the restroom," you shake your head.

"I had other things in my mind," he stares at your lips.

Jaemin is drunk, like, super drunk.

"Like w-what?" You almost whisper when you feel your hips trapped against the sink. He has his arms on each side of the sink.

Jaemin laughs in response. "Don't play innocent with me. You've been watching me all night."

"Your... hair looks nice pushed back," you bite your lip

Jaemin looks at you in the eye. Your gaze flickered over his face, his eyes, his cheeks, his nose. Over to his mouth. There are just one thing you have forbidden yourself to think about. And that thing is Na Jaemin.

Something about this situation tells you that all the pent up feelings are going to escalate into something you are going to regret bitterly. But right now, you couldn't care less.

"Yeah?" Jaemin presses his hips against yours.

"Yes," you say breathless. "I kind of want to pull it."

"Well," he starts planting kisses on your neck. "I want you, I want to be close to you, to touch you, to fuck you..." he whispers in your ear. His hot breath hit your cheek, and you gasp as Jaemin runs his tongue along your jaw. Jaemin grabs your waist and pushes you back until your back is up against the wall. You shudder. Jaemin one then thrust his hips up once against your crotch, and you get goosebumps all over your body. "Fuck you until you can't move the next day," he murmurs, biting your earlobe, hard.

"I don't think you know who you're talking about," You force out.

"I think I do."

"And I think I want you to fuck off."

"I don't think you do. I am not in the mood to wait any longer."

"I can hear myself saying yes to that."

Jaemin rolls his eyes and sighs. "Oh, please, stop this act, you've been undressing me with your eyes every day for who knows how long."

"If you think you can have it the easy wa-"

Jaemin cuts you off. "I think a dick in your obsequious little mouth would shut you u-..."

But you already grab Jaemin's black hair and pull him in for a passionate kiss to shut his mouth up. Jaemin kisses back with force, shoves his tongue eagerly into your mouth, licks into it, hot and messy, and his lips tastes spicy and wonderful and that is all you can think of as Jaemin's hard, hot body pressed against your own, pinning you against the cold wall in your back, and you push your hands under his shirt, his fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back while Jaemin's lips caresses your neck.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

You share a look, slowly entangling themselves from each other in an instant, breathing heavily, hearts racing. "y/n? Are you okay in there, baby?" Jeno's worried voice.

"Y-yes!" You say. "I'll be out in a minute!"

(...)

It’s been a couple of days since the restroom event and you haven't had the guts to face Jaemin, and apparently neither does he. But you're sure about one thing: not telling Jeno because things will end up horribly and that’s the last thing you want.

When you’re done doing your homework, you get up from your chair and go to the kitchen where your friend Heejin is making dinner. “Are you making spaghetti?”You ask.

“Yeah,” she smiles. “Can you pass me the salt, please?”

You grab the salt and pass it to her. Little does she know you're being too loud. “Whats up?”

“Huh?” You look at her.

“Something’s wrong, what is it?” Heejin inquiries.

You purse your lips. “I’m going to hell.”

Heejin chuckles. “It’s been clear, but why?”

“Screw you,” you giggle and then sigh. “I kind of made out with Jaemin nights ago…”

“What?!” Heejin drops the spoon and stares at you. “Na Jaemin? Jaemin as Jeno’s friend?”

“Why do you have to remind me he’s friends with Jeno?!” You groan and run a hand through your hair.

“You my friend, are going to hell alive,” Heejin laughs. “How was it?”

“So good,” you whine. “I can’t get him off my head, Heejin.”

Heejin whistles. “Then go for it.”

“Are you insane?!” You stare at her. “What kind of friend are you?”

“A lousy one,” Heejin shrugs. “I mean, I kinda get you? He’s fine. If I were you I’d have sucked him off time ago.”

“I’m gonna go and pretend this conversation didn't happen,” you say.

(...)

You know Jeno is not home and you don't know why you are standing in front of his apartment door. Maybe it’s because you know Jaemin is home.

You exhale and turn on your heels to leave when the door suddenly opens. You curse internally.

Jaemin is wearing black sweatpants and a white sweater. His hair is messy and he looks even hotter. He frowns when he sees you. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

“Ah…” You try to come up with something, “I left my charger here and I need it, but Jeno’s not home so I’m leaving.”

“You know Jeno is not home at this hour every Wednesday,” he leans against the doorframe and smiles. “Were you looking for me?”

You hiss. “No.”

Jaemin chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, still leaning against the doorframe. “Wanna come in?”

No. “Yes.”

Jaemin steps aside so you can get in and as you do, you gulp. You’re there for a reason and as much as you denied it to yourself, you can’t resist Jaemin and his lovely charms.

You feel Jaemin hands on your shoulders and you sigh at his touch. “You seem stressed.”

“You’re making me stressed,” you murmur.

Jaemin slightly laughs. “Why am I the only guilty here?”

“Because you’re the one taking advantage,” you hiss.

“You can go, you know? Door’s unlocked,” Jaemin grabs your hair and moves it aside leaving your neck uncovered and he kisses the back of your neck.

You choke a moan and turn on your heels so you can kiss him. Jaemin's mouth molds perfectly against yours, a soft sigh leaving you as he falls into the pit of longing and craving and all over desire.

Fuck this feels so good and it's just a kiss.

You grips Jaemin's sides beneath his sweater, letting your nails dig into his soft skin as he pulls you closer. You don't mean to let out the shocked noise you did when Jaemin pushes his tongue into your mouth. It seems to edge you on more and you tangle your tongue with Jaemin.

A weird mix of a pained gasp and a pleasured moan leaves your lips as he pulls away from you.

Jaemin's hand runs down the curve of your spine, slowly spreading over your ass before squeezing making you jump.

He presses a rough kiss to your parted lips, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away. You groan softly at all of the sensations you are feeling.

“You okay with this?” Jaemin asks.

“Yes.” You breathe out, hoping the one worded consent is enough for Jaemin to just keep going and touch you.

Jaemin roughly kisses you again, pulling you out of the room before your lips can even break apart.

You let yourself be dragged into his room. The door slams, Jaemin is all over you, hands wandering your body like they’re lost and searching for something.

You take it upon yourself to kiss Jaemin this time, surprising him slightly. Jaemin instantly melts against you though as you fall into each other and lick into each other’s mouths like it's all you can do.

Jaemin pulls away to breathe and his hands grip the hem of your shirt as he kisses your neck, “Can this come off?”

You are already pulling the shirt over your head. You kiss him back. "Your turn."

Jaemin smirks. "Remove it."

You grab his shirt in your fists and yanks it off of him, messing up his hair. You can't even think a coherent thought, Jaemin is beautiful.

He presses his chest to yours as he leans in to kiss your neck. Jaemin sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin beneath your ear and you almost fall to the ground as you gasp.

You lose control as Jaemin licks and sucks into your skin. Your glorious, warm, beautiful skin that Jaemin has wanted to touch for so long.

Your hands move to shakily mess with the hem of his sweatpants, Jaemin sinks his teeth into your shoulder and groans when he feels your hands brush against his dick. Jaemin presses opened mouth kisses to your neck and collarbones, breathing heavily against your skin as your hands push his sweatpants down.

Jaemin kicks them off and to the side, his skin felt hot all over and you are just so eager to touch him.

You feel your belt being pulled from the loops in your jeans as Jaemin kisses your jaw. You move back to look him in the eyes, crashing his lips back to his as he unbuttons your jeans. Once they were on the floor, Jaemin smiles looking at your black laced panties. "Someone came prepared."

"Shut up," you blush.

"Make me," he challenges you.

You kneel down and it surprises him when you remove his boxers. "Love," he calls and you shush him while fisting his growing member. Jaemin closes his eyes shut when you lick the side of his cock, biting his lip to prevent a series of groans to emerge.

You give the tip a lick, kissing it as it oozes precum. "Love." Jaemin calls once again, looking down on you. Damn, you look so hot kneeling in front of him like that.

"Yes, Jaemin?" You smile at him.

"Don't tease," Jaemin warns.

You wink at him before doing the deed.

Your mouth is really hot or maybe because his cock is really sensitive but it feels so good that groans escapes his lips. You suck his cock, playing with it inside your mouth and even fondling his balls. Jaemin's hands reaches for your hair, tugging it in a ponytail as he bobs your head up and down on his cock. Jaemin hisses, badly wishing his control wouldn't spill out, but with a mouth so good like this how can he not fuck your mouth?

"Baby, you're so fucking good." He compliments as the hold on your hair gets tighter. You swallow his cock, deepthroating him that makes him groan. "Oh God, y/n." And that is it, his control going down the drain. He thrusts into your mouth with so much power. He keeps on groaning as he fuck you mouth and feels himself cumming in no time. His cum fills your mouth, swallowing it.

When Jaemin comes back from his high, he gives you a mischievous smile as he grabs your chin with two fingers. "Open up," you open your mouth and he checks you have swallowed everything. "Good girl."

He pushes you to the bed and his mouth kisses your stomach and you moan. "Jaemin..." You call. Jaemin doesn't stop his adventure of going down until he is at the waistband of your panties "Fuck, Jaemin." And you know what will happen now that he is pulling down your underwear.

His tongue immediately licks your clit and you moan, arching your back at the sensation. Jaemin part your legs and starts fucking you with his tongue, making you scream in pleasure. His thumb starts circling your clit as he alternates the sucking and licking of your pussy. You can feel your soul being sucked by Jaemin’s mouth. And yes, that's how amazing he is. You come in no time, letting him suck everything.

He grins while rubbing his mouth using the back of his hand and that gesture looks so sexy, so deadly. "Oh, God. Just fuck me," you exclaim that made him smirk.

Jaemin gives his cock a few strokes and positioned it on your entrance, making you nod. His cock sinks inside you and he groans at how tight you are. He starts jerking into you violently.

You can feel your body being thrown to bed with each thrust and his cock hitting you in the pleasure spot. With the way that he is going, you are sure you'd get so sore the next day.

"Jaemin!" You shout as one hand grabs the sheets of his bed and the other scratches his back, wanting something to claw on. He is jerking into you real hard that you can hear his balls slamming against your skin.

"Yes, fuck baby." he curses while jerking in you in such power and speed, driving both their orgasms. You come with a mind rippling orgasm and immediately feel him filling you up.

“Fuck,” you whisper, panting.

Jaemin is panting on your neck and then rolls over next to you. “That was g-”

“Great,” you finish, staring at the roof. “Oh shit.”

“What?” He looks at you.

“Wanna repeat?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jaemin smirks. “Roll on your stomach, baby,” he orders.

(...)

You didn’t mean to.

That’s what you tell yourself as you take the walk of shame home.

You didn’t mean to.

You can’t even look at Jeno, you don’t know how to speak to Jeno, your heart breaks every time he texts you. You are the shittiest and you know he doesnt deserve what you did.

Your guilt weighs down your shoulders. You feel like shit and you know Jeno will be devastated if he ever finds out. You and Jaemin are his favorite people in this world. Your poker face will be the first giveaway. And you remind yourself to forget what happened.

You sigh in exasperation, running your hands through your hair, chewing on your lip. You are looking for someone to blame. You want to pin it all on Jaemin, scream at him for making it happen. But it wasn’t just him. You are too.

You swear to yourself that it won’t happen again.

Until... it happens.

“Fuck,” you pant, “we can’t keep doing this.”

“I know,” Jaemin rolls off of you and lays next to you.

“But it’s just so good,” you sigh, leaning down on your elbows.

“You are so good,” Jaemin stares at you.

You chuckle. “Shut up and leave.”

“I feel used,” Jaemin complains, getting off the bed looking for his clothes.

“Poor ba-” A knock on the door interrupts you both and you frown.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

You shake your head and then your eyes wide open when you hear Jeno’s voice outside. “Fuck,” you whisper, almost jumping off the bed. “Shit, shit… okay, uhm… he knows I’m home because my car’s downstairs. Shit Jaemin…”

“I’ll just hide…” He takes a look at your room. “Under your bed.”

You put on some clothes and nod at his idea. Once Jaemin is under your bed, you leave your room and go to open the door. Your boyfriend is wearing his brightest smile. “Sorry for not telling you I was coming but I just missed you.” He pouts.

You gulp.

You’re a piece of shit.

“I miss you, too,” you manage to say and smile. “But I was on my way out.”

“Oh damn,” he sighs. “I was hoping we could spend the day together.”

“We can,” you smile. “But not here, Heejin has someone in her bedroom.”

“Let’s go to my place then,” he kisses your forehead. “Jaemin’s gone.”

You smirk and nod.

(...)

“It can’t happen again, Jaemin,” you sigh when his lips kiss your neck.

You’re laying on your back on Jaemin’s bed. For the third time in the week. You don't know why (yes you do) you keep coming back to him.

He hums, continuing kissing your neck and sometimes nipping at it. “You look really pretty today,” his fingers the hem of your dress.

“I-I’m meeting Jeno later,” you stammer.

“He can keep on waiting,” he whispers in your ear and bites your earlobe.

As you look up at him, he brings something over your eyes. Something soft, silky. A scarf? His sleep-mask? What is it? You don’t think about it anymore, as he caresses your body. “I wanna try something.”

His fingers flit over you, a soft touch here at your cheek, a kiss there by your hip. You moan, softly, inaudibly. But Jaemin hears it, of course he does. His low chuckle tells you that he hears it. You feel the bed shift, and his breath is suddenly warm on your face as he whispers against your ear, “Not yet, baby. Not yet.” The bed shifts again, an absence of breath that isn’t yours, and something wet touches your peaked breast, causing you to gasp.

His tongue.

You groan, your back arching, attempting to force more contact, any sort of contact. Jaemin places a hand on your shoulder and pushes, you resist momentarily, but eventually sink back into the bed, waiting. Always waiting. His hands are on your thighs now, massaging the soft flesh there. So close, but so far. You’re wetter now, if that’s even possible. Not knowing what he will do makes you ache with need.

Jaemin holds back, shifting between your legs, placing them around his waist. But even then, he is not done. He isn’t even undressed. You mewl in frustration, and there’s that laugh again. It’s so frustrating, and you try to gyrate against him, to feel some part of your lover against your core. Against you.

Your clit grazes a seam on Jaemi’s jeans causing you to buck your hips, ecstatic at the contact, but when you attempt to go back to it, it’s gone. He holds himself away from you. And then suddenly he is gone from between your thighs, punishing you it would seem with the far off sound of a zipper, a whisper of denim dropping to the floor. You whimper, missing his presence, and a soft plea escapes your lips. “Please?”

“Beg. Beg for it, baby girl.” His voice is almost a purr, so close to your ear but there’s no tell-tale mist of breath.

You groan. “Jaemin!”

“Good girls ask for it,” he bites your earlobe.

You sigh. “Please just fuck me.”

Jaemin smirks and plants a kiss on your lips. “Okay.”

(...)

You end up seeing Jaemin at least twice a week for the past 2 months, and whenever Jeno asks you where you are, you reply by saying you’re busy with uni stuff. And Jeno is not stupid, he knows something’s off with you, but he decides to give yous some space because you might be going through something and when you need him, you eventually will talk to him.

But more days pass and he knows what is happening.

He knows it because he knows you so well, because there are details so huge Jeno can’t keep ignoring.

Your guilty expression, for starters.

And a different smell on your skin, the smell that perhaps he is the only one to catch, but can’t go away. And Jeno has an idea of who that smell belongs to.

So, one night Jeno gets inside of the apartment aware of what might be happening.

Jeno sees your clothes all over the place and he perfectly hears your moans coming from Jaemin’s room, which door is slightly open. He swallows and walks quietly just to see you on top of his best friend. His girlfriend fucking his best friend.

He returns to the living room and sits there, having to listen to your moans and your cries of pleasure. After a few minutes, the torture is gone and all he can hears in your panting breaths, and the next Jeno sees is Jaemin and you leaving his room. You’re wearing one of Jaemin’s shirt and your panties.

You two freeze when you see Jeno, sitting on the couch staring at you both. “Nothing to say?” He asks, challenging.

You gulp and open your mouth but you can't articulate words.

Jeno stands up and runs a hand through his hair. “The writing’s always been on the wall. Everyone warned me about how Jaemin looked at you but I ignored it because he was my friend.”

“Jeno…” Jaemin starts talking.

“And I just found you fucking my girlfrined,” Jeno laughs bitterly and looks at you. “And you, how could you do this to me, y/n? I love you!”

You slowly look up and you can see the tears in his eyes. Your heart rate returns as it begins to pound in your chest, tears formed in your eyes but refuse to let them fall.

Jaemin can’t bring himself to look at Jeno so he keeps his eyes to the floor. Jeno paces back and forth, trying to think but all he thinks is hurtful words. You want to explain yourself but you know Jeno won't let you speak.

“I’m sorry, Jeno,” you whisper.

“How long?” He stares at you. “How long have you two been fucking?”

You two still cannot look at him and you sigh. “Answer me!”

“Two months…” Jaemin replies.

Jeno nods, turns around and crosses the room picking up his jacket. As he pulls the jacket on, he catches sight of your face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t fucking cry.”

As Jeno walks to the door, he turns to see Jaemin. "I'm staying at Mark’k,I want your crap out of my place by tonight and I dont ever want to see your fucking face,” he says and looks at you. “Same goes for you.”

“Jeno, please let me expl-” you try to say.

Jeno throws the door open and marches into the hall. The door slams shut behind him. He marched down the hall and into the stairwell. He takes the stairs two at a time until he reaches the lobby. For a moment, he isn’t sure where to go next. Maybe to the nearest bar and get drunk until he erases your face from his memory.

(...)

It has been 8 weeks since the last time you see Jeno or Jaemin. Jaemin hasn't stopped texting you or calling and to be honest you don't wanna see him, but you miss him.

And there is something you cannot explain, why do you miss Jaemin so much?

You know you’re the worst person in the world right now. You destroyed their friendship and probably destroyed Jeno’s life.

You sigh getting up from your bed. Your head hurts from thinking too much and you can’t find an answer to one single question. Heejin won’t help and probably can’t call Mark or Donghyuck since they will stand with Jeno. They must hate you right now.

More days pass and you realize that Jeno has changed his class schedule and even his teachers so as not to go into the same classes with you.

As you’re leaving the campus, you spot Jaemin walking to his car. Oh, you want to talk to him so bad.

He looks as bad as you.

You don't know how but your legs start making their way to Jaemin. He notices you and he seems to tense up. You stand in front of him and say nothing. He lowers his head and sighs, then he’s quick. He pulls you closer for a hug. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whispers.

You wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his neck. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” he kisses your forehead. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “This is so wrong, Jaemin. We shouldn't be doing this.”

“I know,” he cups your face, “but I can’t stop thinking of you. This is not okay, y/n. We fucked up.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your face. “We should stop seeing each other.”

“Yes,” Jaemin murmurs, “but I don’t want to.”

“Jaemin,” you sob.

Jaemin kisses you. You love how heavenly his lips feel against yours, how his warm touch is hot and it sends electricity coursing through your veins.

“Let me take you on a date. Let’s do things correctly this time,” Jaemin rubs your right cheek.

You know it’s selfish, but deep down you know you developed feelings for him. And so he did.

You nod. “We’ll go slow, okay?”

Jaemin kisses your cheek and smiles. “I promise.”

You don't know how the rest of the guys will react, or if you two will work out, but you are willing to give it a shot. To try.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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loversclwb · 4 years

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request: Okay okay so what about Jacob Barber having the worst day ( maybe because Ben and Derek were jerks to him ) so he calls his gf when he gets home and asks her to come over and cuddle. When she hears his sad tone, she rushes over there and he’s like “ can you hold me for a while “ and how can she say no to that? So she lets him rest on her and plays with his hair until they both fall asleep ( bonus if Andy finds them like that ) thank youuu 💘

warnings: homophobic slurs, physical violence

authors note: i love this so much 🥺 i love writing cuddle fics you have no idea! im sorry this took so long to deliver :( also, i’m apart of the lgbtq+ community :) i would never use any slur that didn’t belong to me.

jacob dropped his bag onto the floor of his room. he ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he rubbed his tired eyes.

today wasn’t very good. in fact, it wad the opposite of good. and it was all bens fault, like usual.

“sup, faggot” ben sneered. he laughed cruelly as he slapped jacob up the back of the head, jacob dropping his books to cradle it.

“hows your girlfriend going?” the rifkin boy asked. jacob hesitated, why the hell was he asking about you? “she’s been good, i guess” jacob mumbled lowly, “why do you care?”

ben smirked, ignoring the end of jacobs sentence “oh really? thats great. i was actually hoping i could talk to you about her. yeah, was hoping you’d let me tap that tonight. been wanting to for awhile, but i thought i’d be polite and ask first.”

jacob clenched his eyes shut. he was trying to get the memory out of his head, bens a fucking bitch, no doubt, and he was nothing more than that. jacob wouldn’t let someone so pathetic bother him.

“e-excuse me?” jacob turned to face ben. originally, he had his back turned to ben so he couldn’t see his discomfort, but he didn’t care right now.

“you heard me” ben laughed, “so can i? she’d definitely say yes, i’ve seen her all around school with you. hanging off of you like some dumb slut, but thats what she is right?”

jacob’s face screwed up, “fuck off, dickhead!” he yelled.

bens face fell to a more serious expression. “what did you say to me?”

“i said, fuck o-!” jacob was stopped mid sentence from ben’s fist colliding with his face. he stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.

“who fucking said you could speak to me that way?” ben shouted before he kicked jacob in the stomach.

when he didn’t get an answer, he crouched down to jacobs level “learn some fucking respect” he spat at him.

jacob frowned. he rubbed his stomach, there was a purple bruise in the middle where ben had hit him. it wasn’t really sore, more an achy type of pain.

luckily for him, bens punch didn’t leave a mark, so he didn’t have anything to hide.

he bent down and grabbed his bag. he winced, the pain of his sore torso being crumpled kicking it.

jacob pulled out his phone. if anyone could make him feel better, it’d be you.

he went into his contacts, pressed ‘y/n 💘’ and waited for you to pick up.

ring, ring, ri-

“heyy” he could practically hear your smile through the phone. “hey baby” he tiredly smiled.

“how are you? do you need something?” you questioned him. “can you come over please?” he asked, “i need you.”

butterflies filled in your stomach and a blush covered your cheeks. “of course i can, how could i say no to you?”

jacob chuckled from the other end of the line “get here soon please, i need cuddles.”

“okay, i’m leaving now. i’ll see you in ten minutes!” you grabbed your house key from your desk. it had your house keys, a charm or two and a key to jacob’s house. andy had given it to you a few months ago incase of emergencies.

“i love you” jacob hummed. “i love you too” you whispered back, “i’ll see you soon.”

its a ten minute walk from your house to jacobs, so you got there the usual time later. you pushed the front door open and walked up the staircase to jacobs room.

when you opened the door, jacob was laying on his bed in comfy clothes. t-shirt and sweats.

when jacob heard the door opening, he shot up off of the bed to hug you. his arms wrapped around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck. you immediately hugged him back, your arms slung around his neck.

you pulled away and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “hey, are you okay?” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he could answer.

jacob gave you a tired smile “just ben being a dick, but i’m better now that you’re here.” “you’re so cheesy, shut up” you laughed.

“can we cuddle?” jacob pouted.

you nodded, kicking your shoes off and following him back to the bed.

jacob wrapped himself around you, clinging onto you like a child. his head buried back in your neck, arms around your waist again.

your hands combed through his hair and jacob sighed in content. he loved when you played with his hair, it made him feel as peace.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day” you mumbled, pressing kisses onto the crown of his head.

jacob hummed in response. his fingers had pushed your shirt up slightly and were caressing the skin of your hips.

“it’s okay, thank you for coming over” he replied. “i’m tired” jacob yawned after his sentence, proving his point.

“go to sleep, baby. you had a long day” you said.

jacob nodded into your neck, “goodnight, babe.” “goodnight jake” you smiled.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep while you ran your fingers through his hair, finger nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

you fell asleep soon after. the two of you were still clinging together, napping at 5:37 when andy came home.

“hey kiddo!” andy greeted, walking into jacobs room. his smile fell when he saw the two of you, but it returned almost immediately after.

“this is too cute” andy mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a photo.

“dad?” jacob groaned. andy yelped in surprise, running out of the room and down the stairs.

“dad!”

#jacob barber #andy barber #defending jacob #jacob barber x reader #jacob barber x reader smut #jaeden martell #jaeden martell x reader #jaeden lieberher #jaeden lieberher x reader #bill denbrough x reader #jacob thrombey x reader #request

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fvckme-sir · 2 years

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husband rating: hakkai

with @bvnnichuu

b:for kai i’ll say his passion is a 6.5/10

p: i think its at least a 8-9 because we see him join the gang that his brother is in just for takemichi to be safe so if he's that willing just for his friends, imagine how passionate he'd be as a partner\

b: oh true true

p : but i also feel like he may have trouble expressing it because his broher is a nutcase and something tells me that his brother is super against emotional expression yknow so he may struggle a teensey bit

b: oh will say though i gave him the 6.5 because he kinda gives up easy and wants to keep the peace a lot (which i totally understand giving his growing up situation)

b: ( ilike it takes a lot of work for him to get comfortable to show his true true self and not the goofy personality he puts on so ppl think he’s okay :((

p: YEAH exactly, because he's so secure in his sense of style so he seems so sure of himself but he really isnt because he just cant ask for support thanks to his shitty brother

b: yeah :(( so it’s probably very hard for him to show true emotions bc of fear and putting up walls

p: i feel like once when he started dyin his hair n stuff he like scared a kid once and he had a realization as to how he just does not want to be like that and so he started pushing himself more

p: like the scar and stuff:(

b: oh yeah

b: i also just had a thought and i’m gonna cry

p: share the thought<3

b: in one of the timelines he persues a career and i really see that as his outlet to finally express himself and be happy, like truly happy. and having someone in a similar field is comforting to him in a way ya know

p: househusband ability?

b:4/10

p:pfft- that was a STRAIGHT UP no

b: he is the baby of his family and i’m the oldest out of mine he will try but it’s not good

p: oh yeah true:( you'd spoil him

b: “bunni wait how do i do this? i need some help ”

p: i dont think he has a single househusbandly bone in his body

b:he doesn’t:

b:goes to taka chan

b: charm

p: i think he's a solid 7 on charm

b: i’d say 7.5

p: i think he has a tendency to be smug but in like a cute way

b; but his humor is in his charm and that’s like

b: a huge thing for me

b: gotta make me laugh

p: aww YEAH he knows how to make people laugh n thats one of the things that was a turning point for him once he decided he wanted to change

b: like he’s also a very fun, sweet guy too so

b: also he has me laughing to the point where i’m crying and my cheeks hurt

b: and i do that run away thing

p: nothing makes him happier

p: so, for dick rating

b: so his dick is really pretty

p: i feel like he’s a grower

b: YES

p: YEAH he does have a pretty dick

p: keeps it completely shaved

b: i can see him with a bit of a happy trail

p: ACTUALLY WAIT YEAH

p: but it’s shaved short

b: a slight v bc he’s beeeeeeg

b: YES b: does he have foreskin?

p: hmmm

P: i think so

b: i’m on the fence

p:actually wait no he doesn’t

P: i’m so lost I dunno

b: I DUNNO EITHERRRR

P: LETS JUST SKIP THIS AAAA

b: but i do know his head is cra- OK p: his head is what?

b: crazy sensitive

p: OHH yeah 1000%

p: next: kinks!

b: i feel like he’s a try it once kinda guy

p: yeah me too

p: i think his favorites though are overstim, bondage, crying, spit and he likes risky places

b:YES

b: and

b: he loves the daddy kink bc he feels like he has control

b:likes when it’s cooed at him too

p: oh my GOD

p: WAIT p: COCK / BODY WORSHIP

b: YES

b: giving AND RECIEVING

p: do you think he prefers giving or receiving in general?

p: i feel like its obvious

p: giving

b: i’d say giving but falls apart when receives

p:he’s like super shy bc all the attention’s on him

p: alright bun what do you think gets hakkai goin?

b: he really like when his back gets rubbed

p: i feel like if you touch him in certain spots its a guarantee hard on

b: YES

p: a certain spot on his thigh, the area between his neck and shoulder

b: his jaw too

p: and behind his ear

b; omg i’d really set him off

b: i always rub his ears when i’m bored

p:do you think he’s more dom, sub or comfortable with both?

p: i think he’s a switch with a slight dom lean

b: i feel like he has to be a dom but yeah he’s definitely a switch

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Heyday Meg! I'm sorry about your headache :(

To aid in your recovery, enjoy the first part of the sequel to the Atsumu Event Fic I mentioned a while back. Forgive any typos this is unrevised and I wrote it in one go.

It's not a dry spell, it's just... it's been a while since you've had sex, okay? You've been busy, you're focused on other things, like work, and... various other things that have kept you from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh.

Who are you kidding, it's a dry spell. The last time you can remember having sex is vague, blurry. You remember some things, a sculpted body, dyed blond hair, a deep drunken laugh, a slurred "let's get married" that made you smile. You remember them fondly but the details have been dulled by alcohol and time.

You remember waking up at his apartment and sneaking off before he woke up. It's not that you regretted it, it's just that you were... nervous? Shy? No, that wasn't it. You just couldn't shake the thought that it had been too perfect. This hot guy and this great sex and this... really really nice apartment, Jesus. It was all too much. You didn't want him to wake up and break the spell. So you left.

You'd never regretted a decision more because now it was months later and the last time a guy made you orgasm you were too drunk to really remember it. You wish you'd stayed. Even if the sex had been bad, it would have been sex. Hindsight was 20/20, its not like you could go back to his apartment and beg him to take you back. "Hi remember me? We fucked in my car a few months ago and I haven't been able to stop thinking about your dick!" It would be a disaster.

You're picturing it now though. You might just be that desperate. It's a funny thought for a moment. What would he say?

"Y/n!"

You can almost hear him saying your name.

"Hey! Y/n!"

You do hear him saying your name. You're not hallucinating (you aren't gagging for it that hard), some guy is actually calling you.

You turn and see him running towards you and you have to blink a few times to confirm but he's just as gorgeous as you remember. Maybe more so, he's wearing g tight jeans and a t-shirt that moves with his heaving chest on every breath.

"Atsumu?"

His face splits into a grin. "It is you! And ya remembered me."

You look at him for a trace of hurt or accusation on his face but he just looks pleased to see you.

"Yeah." You smile, it's hard not to get wrapped up in his enthusiasm. "It's been a while."

He grins and flushes and you get a flash of that same expression, drunk and appreciative and shameless. It's all coming back. You see memory dawn on his face too and your heart breaks a little at the genuine remorse you find written across his face.

Atsumu's hands clasp around one of yours. He holds the hand up between the two of you, almost gentlemanly. "I'm sorry, I just saw ya walking by and I... I had to talk to ya. Sorry. I'll go."

"No." It comes out of your mouth embarrassingly quickly. You see hope light up on his face. He's an open book. You make up your mind. "Walk me to my car?"

He grins again, bright and edged with something smug and knowing. "Where have I heard that before? Up for a repeat performance?"

You roll you eyes. "The asshole act is a little less charming when I'm sober."

"Still pretty damn charming then."

A laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it. You walk in silence for a moment before you feel you have to say something. "I'm sorry too. For leaving, that morning."

He shakes his head. "Ya don't have to apologize for that."

"I do. It didn't have anything to do with you, I swear."

"Ya know 'it's not you, it's me' is not a line of reasoning that works ever, right?" Atsumu laughs.

You groan "I'll figure out another way to word it."

"Ya don't have to, I mean, clearly my performance wasn't the problem." He strikes a silly pose and thats the only way you know he's not 100% serious. He doesn't miss the way your eyes track over his body. He smiles. "Is that how it is?"

You tear your eyes away. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Ya want me, ya don't want me, ya think I'm hot, ya don't think I'm hot. The messages are a little mixed, princess."

"Don't call me that. Who said I thought you were hot?"

"You." He said. "With every part of your body except your mouth." His eyes settle in that particular part of your face. You swallow and watch him follow the motion.

"Is that how it is?" Your voice sounds breathless.

Your car comes into view, the sun setting on the abandoned parking lot. You look at him. He's still looking at you. You lead him to the car and he spreads his arms. "My old friend! Lots of good times in this thing."

You smile and watch his arms move under his t-shirt. You let him catch you watching. He moves closer to you, till there's barely any space between the two of you, your car is warm against your back.

"Why'd ya leave? That day?" His voice is low and soft, vulnerable, but hesitant, like he's ready to go back to joking in a minute.

"I was scared."

"Of me?"

You shake your head. "Of us. Of... this." You gesture between the two of you.

"And now?" There's that hope again, bright and wonderful.

You shrug. "No one... no one has touched me, since that night. Since you."

Something dark and lustful blooms in his eyes. "That so?"

You nod.

He smiles. "Well we can fix that."

He dips down to kiss you. His hands spread across your back and pull you closer to him. His tongue slips into your mouth and his thigh comes up between your legs. You grind down and throw your head back to moan.

"Shh," he says softly into your ear. He lifts you up so that you're sitting on the trunk of your car.

His hand comes down under your waistband and it's so warm.

"So wet, just for me. Did ya think about me? After ya left? Think about me fucking ya in this car, making ya laugh? Making ya come? I did. I couldn't stop thinking about ya."

"Atsumu-" You throw your arms around Atsumu's shoulders and bury your face in his neck as he fucks his fingers into you, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit. "I remember. Ya said I had a pretty smile."

You move back and grab his chin while he gives you that pretty smile. "Atsumu make me come." You plead. "Atsumu make me fucking come."

He picks up the pace and sends you over the edge and it's better than you remember, better sober. You kiss him as it wears off.

When you pull away he grins. "Come home with me."

You nod. "What if it ends up like last time?"

Atsumu pulls you close and shakes his head. "I'm obnoxious. Not an idiot. I'm not letting you slip through my fingers again."

fay………..i can’t even begin to describe how goddamn perfect this is. it feels like you’re living in my brain with how much this aligns with the original story and i don’t even know how to comprehend that. WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS. THERE ARE EVEN CALLBACKS TO RANDOM THROWAWAY LINES IN THE ORIGINAL. i feel like i’m losing my mind in the best way possible. i had to take a break and lay on the ground for a while reading this. holy shit.

(for context here is the fic this is a sequel to)

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#is this…….technically fanfiction of a piece of fanfiction since it’s a derivative of a derivative of an original work #whatever it is #it’s GOOD #what have i done to deserve you fay. i need an explanation because i can’t believe you share this content with me on anon for free #i’m so glad you’re here #fay anon :)

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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noooo dont stop there lmfao who slept with the m/c first in the royal guard au? how did the others even touch on the subject of like, hey yall wanna bang? also is there angst/pining if jk is in love with namjoon but namjoon is in love with hoseok?

(this is really unedited) hmmmmmmm i think that it might have been like- Seokjin and the reader who first started to get sexually involved. since he was like the oldest one he probably felt more than a little conflicted about it. maybe during their etiquette lessons or just before, when she likes- forgets they’re supposed to have one and he walks in on her pleasuring herself.

and he knows it’s wrong- knows he could get killed for looking at the future queen like this but. “show me how to be good Seokjin- I don't want my wedding night to be my first time- I don't want him to be my first time, I want to know what it's supposed to feel like when someone cares about me” and Seokjin- Seokjin might not love you yet- but he definitely understands your desperation. hell- Seokjin is in love with 6 other people and he’s just desperate for them to all get along most days. Seokjin is definitely the one whose the most poly out of all of them.

so he shows her how it’s supposed to happen, and they both cum but no penetration happens (because Seokjin’s still a proper man down to his core), and then after I think she realizes like “fuck- I love sex? sex actually feels really good?” and she starts to slowly explore other things. Decides she actually does want to lose her virginity, not to her husband and probably has kind of a mutual virginity loss moment with Hoseok. Who regrets it a little afterward.

Only because he’s not really sure that he should have- worried that he pressured her or something and only after they talk about it do they both realize that yeah- they both wanted it and there isn’t a problem with what they did as long as her fiance Doesn't find out. and honestly, the king is often visiting his cities and out on hunting trips (where he often kills more people than game). he’s so rarely at the castle and Hoseok is more than happy to help you explore your sexuality when it mutually benefits him.

I think that Hoseok used to be a child Theif- and he had a certain amount of years that he needs to serve to not become a fugitive. and he only has a few more years before he gets his freedom. no matter the kind of bullshit that Namjoon totes about wanting to serve the crown and stay together- no. Hoseok just wants his freedom back. i think maybe namjoon confessed to hoseok recently- and hoseok didn’t take it well. before that hoseok would always try to convince namjoon to run away with him and namjoon would always try to convince hoseok to stay but the fact that namjoon’s in love with him- would feel alot like betrayl to hoseok because namjoon hadn’t been honest.

then he realizes- even after you get married- if you still want him the same way you do now he might have it in him to be something of a courtesan if he so desired. Not that the king would like that very much- it might be beneficial to him to be in your favor in the courts. maybe he could make a name for himself.

of course, he eventually grows to love you- but it complicates his whole situation with Namjoon. because Namjoon’s been in love with him since they where children and while they all fool around (because they all have sex drives and urges that need to be fufilled and long since had the agreemend of helping each other out) making ties isn’t apart of the plan. i picture namojoon peppering kisses and “im sorry’s” down hoseoks chest one night and hoseok kind of melting.

but slowly- when Hoseok starts to see the way you look at each other- when Namjoon’s hand touches yours he starts to get jealous and he’s not sure who of- he finds himself going harder with Namjoon at night, and then fucking you equally as hard and passionately with you in the morning. even when he and Jungkook fool around, trading mouths and hands in a way that seasoned lovers only do.

maybe thats a bit of an i’m sorry in its self- jungkook knows it’s not hoseoks fault- hoseok is beautiful and charming and like sunshine- anyone could fall in love with him. jungook gets why namjoon loves him- he really does- hoseok’s so easy to love. and the affection in jungkook’s eyes weighs on hoseok. he’s not used to strings keeping him places but something in all of you keeps him here. there is somethings squirming under hoseok’s skin and he doesn't realize it until one evening when you talk with Seokjin, Hoseok standing at the door.

“he’s coming home tomorrow night to help with the wedding, I guess we’ll have to postpone our usual etiquette lesson as he’s already written he’s coming to my chambers that night” and Hoseok- Hoseok is just enraged- sitting by the door- at the thought of your husband touching you the way the 7 of them do- enraged at all of it being outside of his control and suddenly- hoseok gets it. he dosent want you to marry your husband. he doesn't want you to have to go through any of it. he wants to preserve the balance you’re starting to have. he’s in love with you and he’s staying- he’ll see this through.

i think the sex with the others kind of starts in a different way, more of a sensual way. maybe one day they go for a horseback ride and she convinces them to swim in a secluded part of the river and though she keeps her underdress on they can still see all of her body through the thin fabric. and tae wishes for once that he wasn’t so obviously large. because he’s Poking out of his pants and he knows you see his errection, jimin licking his lips as he looks at it across the stream. cocking his eyebrows at him in question.

you catch him staring. and i think maybe you tease all like “are you alright officer Taehyung? your uniform looks hot in this heat- are you sure you don’t want to cool off with me?” and he does- even under the watchful eyes of the others. and it's only because it’s Jimin and Seokjin that they watch- that tae feels brazen enough to touch you, finding your wetness under the water and pressing with the pads of his rough fingers in a way that he knows feels good. the same way he fingered jimin open this morning, a look says that seokjin and jimin are staring and squirming. E

specially at the way you’re touching tae- the water warm in the summer heat and so slick against his skin. And though jimin and tae are lovers- there isn’t any mistaking the looks in their eyes. jimin and seokjin want to ravage you and then each other.

on the way home, you ride in between jimin’s legs on his horse because you’re a little wobbly-legged after taking taehyung (the largest out of all of them- a true big dick) and jimin just wants to run his nose along your shoulder- leaving little kisses that make you jump. little whispers in your ear “you looked so pretty together- makes me want to put on a show just like you did for Seokjin” a sharp look at seokjin says that he told- and honestly you’re not suprised. it’s no secret that they’re all involved.

and maybe jimin’s hand slowly comes down between her legs a little, rubbing slow teasing circles through her clothes to tease her. enough that by the time she’s getting off the horse she’s stumbling into Jungkook’s chest by the stables. “come kookie- our lady is tired and must return to her rooms” no one bothers to mention that Jimin’s shift is over.

i think the last one to bed the reader is yoongi- probably soon after her wedding and the first time she and him are alone together without any of the others. yoongi is particularly reserved and i picture him kissing the Backs of her hands and then each of her fingers in the candlelight and slowly grabbing at the ribbons on her dress. and he’s angry- angry that he couldn’t taste her before the king had a chance. though he’s gone away and left her here again. left her to be lonely and left her all for them. and yoongi won’t miss his chance this time.

“its time for you to get ready for bed my queen- let me help you” and he undresses her so so slowly and carefully and then sits her back and slowly enters her. treats her like a husband should on her wedding night, gentle and at her pace. so loving and slow and full of needy breaths and aching touches. thats the first time it’s making love with any of you- because yoongi loved her right from the begining.

i imagine him kissing down her stomach murmuring against her skin “he dosent deserve you”

“the king or the others?”

“both- neither- no one”

her gripping his hair, “what about you then?”

and yoongi means it when he looks up at her “least of all me” but thats something that she can fix. the way he dosent feel deserving of it all or any of it at all. ive got like- maybe a whole idea for yoongi’s chareter arc in this.

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railmerosalie · 3 years

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I found this one in the drafts from ages ago

What people are like in my DR: Marauders edition

Sirius:

the cheekiest mother fucker I've ever met. I didn't expect him to be as kind as he was, like this man is like a rock to me. Gives 10/10 hugs. Only down side is that he dates a new chick like every week and when he dumps them they start to resent the whole group, one tried to push me down some stairs. When hes drunk he will either be the human equivalent of a puppy or a sad horny bitch, oh yeah he's a mild alcoholic.

Remus:

I mean he's my twin brother so apart from him policing my every movement, friendship and relationship I guess he's okay ?? Won't let me date anyone and is way too overprotective. Has a solid jumper collection which i steal. Mum and dads favourite and overal nerd, would die for him though. Can't control his liquor and its kinda sweet, Sirius stays with him to make sure he's okay. He reads a bit too much Jane Austin. Has sooo many chicks after him but just never notices them.

James:

Shares on braincell with Sirius and another one with his dick. I mean we have this whole enemies to lovers storyline going on rn. His personality is just, quiddich, friends and being an arrogant bustard. Cares lot about his friends and studies. Is actually quite cute when he stops talking. Gives really nice hugs, softer than Sirius but more firm. Listens to Fleetwood mac and the Beatles on a loop (me too lmao). Will buy you a hot chocolate or a butter beer if you ask.

Peter:

Rat man who i hate. Is sexist, I tried to punch him after he said women were too sensitive to play quidditch as we might cry if the balls come near us, Sirius had to carry me out of the dorm. Smells like hay thats been left in the rain.

Marlene:

My actual wife who i would die for. Very artistic and will probably draw you when she's bored. Best drinking buddie anyone can ask for. Honestly I want to date her so bad but it'll muddy up the James plot line. Is such a softy who gives the best cuddles. Has an attitude problem but I low-key love it. Smells like cranberries, vanilla and maple. I can't describe how much I love her. Really good at charms, she can do pretty much anything she puts her mind to.

Lily:

She doesn't like me because I'm opinionated??? Honeslty idk why she doesn't like me, all of our mates don't get it either. She's really sweet with Rem so I can't really fault her for that. I wanna be closer with her but at this point I'm not sure if it will work out

Snape:

A fucking incel that smells like bleach and toothpaste. Legit the worst human I've met so far, sexist, racist and homophobic to tick off some. He sent me to the hospital wing and I nearly died so fuck you Snape!!!!! I got him back tho.

#marauders #shifting stories #reality shifting #shifting realities hogwarts #james potter #remus lupin #sirius x reader #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily potter #anti snape #regulus x reader #sirius and regulus #marlene mckinnon #dorcus #shifting

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imaginewarehouse · 3 years

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Yandere!Marcus White x Reader || Drabble

Plot: I’ve been watching Gotham, so, some delicious villainous yandere stuff for fun.

Warnings: Abduction, toxic/abusive relationship, basic yandere character (He’s kinda chill though, so it isn't really mega level dark? I guess?)

🔆 🔆 🔆

The bag is ripped off my head, along with a few strands of my hair, and I gulp down my first non-canvasy breathes in hours, looking around the room I’m in. As soon as I recognise the childish basketball themed bed sheets that I’m plopped onto and the blue walls that could only belong to a man-child that hasn't left his mother since the womb though, a deep, annoyed groan escapes my throat and my head falls back against the wall I’m leaning on. The frustration of another failed escape attempt honestly killing me. “Fuckkkkk. Marcus!”

Why did I even look around? As if the surroundings after being kidnapped would be any different. It never is. Its always this stupid room. God, I hate it.

“Hold on a moment- finishing this game.” He unsurprisingly responds, from the floor at the foot of the bed where a TV is set up on the floor- not at all fazed at the fact that his abduction victim is awake.

I wriggle my wrists, trying to free them from the tent rope tying them together. “Whatever. Just hurry up and untie me. I’m getting rope burn.”

“Mmm,” Marcus makes an unsure sound back, and I can imagine his face right now even though I cant see it, all twisted up at the nose and the mouth. A harbinger of dread, honestly. My heart feels like it plummets in my chest, right down to my feet. Don’t tell me- “Yeahh, I don’t think so. Not this time, babe. One too many escapes. I told you, you try to leave me one more time and you’ll lose Mr Nice Guy.” He makes a clicking sound with his tongue, as I screw my own face up in confusion. ‘Mr Nice Guy’, did he just say? Oh, please- “Well. You lost him.”

That... doesn't sound good. I mean, no part of this situation with him is good, but this definitely feels like a tipping point. I feel nauseous suddenly. “What do you mean?”

“Oh!” Suddenly the TV makes an especially loud noise and the sound of the controller clicking gets more vigorous, as apparently Marcus gets to a particularly difficult part of the game- then celebratory music plays and Marcus gets up, and flops on the bed next to you. “Whoo! I won. Beat the game.” He beams at me, like I actually give a flying fuck that he came first in Mario cart at 100cc, like the loser that he is, and I just look back totally deadpanned.

I blink, trying to totally show him with my expression and my tone how little this matters right now. Or ever. “Like I care?”

“Don’t be a bitch.” It should say something about me, and about him, that I used to flinch every time this boy called me that, but now I don't even blink. We’ve been doing this thing for over a decade, since high school when Marcus wasn't a total psycho, so nothing about him surprises me much anymore.

Not that he isn't, unfortunately, full of surprises even so.

“Don’t be a psycho kidnapper.” I beam back patronisingly.

“Ahh, stalemate.” He grins, dropping his hand on my thigh... which... twistedly... still has an effect on me. Not that I ever let him know that, but, it definitely does. Sometimes I wonder, honestly, if that’s why I never successfully escape. Not because he or his butt ugly prison friends are master criminals or anything, but because I’m still holding on to an insane secret hope that somewhere in Marcus is the boy who took me to prom and spiked the punch, and turned up to drive me 3 hours home - to this bedroom, actually, - from a disastrous family holiday that made me cry to him for 2 more hours on the phone, and was happy to do so. Because sometimes he still is that guy.

... Because on a subconscious level I let him find me and drag me back here... even though consciously, I know this is

-wrong.

And abusive...

and toxic.

But on the other hand maybe not. Whatever. Moving on. Taking a deep breath to regather myself and glance up at him, eyes flashing angrily. Through my teeth, I hiss. “Let go.”

Deeply, entirely hard-done-by, Marcus sighs and rolls his eyes, removing his hand. “Whatever.” I sigh, and lean my head back on the wall- tired. Tired of him, tired of this whole awful game.

But we go on. We live on; We keep playing. Everyone does. That’s life.

What else can you do?

Finally, a couple of minutes later, I turn my head to look at him again and wait for him to catch my gaze and turn his own head to face me back. I talk quietly, calmly, tiredly. “... what did you mean by no more Mr Nice Guy?”

“Just that.” He exclaims and shrugs, like it explains everything. Which it absolutely does not, but instead of snapping at him I just raise my eyebrows and wait for more of an explanation. “That... you’ll stay tied up. Most of the time, anyway. I mean, you can take showers and stuff without the rope, and on your birthday.”

“Oh, well aren't you just a regular Prince Charming.” I sigh, rolling my eyes and gazing up at the ceiling now. Great.

He either didn’t get a feel for the sarcasm or doesn't care. “Well I think so! So does mom.”

“Oh god.” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. He’s such a loser. “Norman Bates, much?”

At the reference that he definitely gets, because we binged the first season of Bates Motel together, like nearly everything else that we do apart from my escaping hobby, Marcus shifts closer to me and bangs the back of his head on the wall. “Oh, Y/N, that’s gross.” Oh so he claims, I think sarcastically, rolling my eyes yet again. Whatever. “I love you.”

“Yeah, right.” I respond, dully, not even looking at him. At my obvious doubt, he begins to laugh. First chuckles, then full out, raucous laughter. Like its the most hilarious thing that he might not be in love with me. Like- why would he do all this to me? Kidnap me, keep me prisoner, force me to stay with him, tie me up- If he didn’t fucking love me?

I mean I have some ideas, but lets go with his story.

“I do!” He shakes his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion and hurt at my ridiculous accusation that he doesn't love me. “I do, baby.” He shifts so he can look me in the eyes and force a serious look... a goofy grin still stuck on his face that is not encouraging or confidence building at all. “I do. I fucking love you!”

When he gets like this, its best to pretend like I believe him. Take a deep breath, adjust my thoughts - like you’re going to school and you have to remember that the place is educating you, and that’s good... not thats it's a torture institution for youth. For example, Marcus isn't a psychopathic dick-face. He’s... sometimes, sweet,- , and force a gentle smile. Hold my breath and cup his face the best I can with my wrists tied up, with one hand and lace my fingers through his hair with the other- and try not to like it so much.

Or like it on a purely physical level and try to ignore the way, deep down, I love him.

“... You’re right. Sorry. I know you do, baby, thank you. I... I love you too.”

Easily his expression and his body relax, and he grins that goofy grin again that unfortunately still releases the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. “I know. Sorry, I freak out a little when you say stuff like that.” Oh, I know. “I just wouldn't want you to think that I do anything to hurt you. I just want you close.”

“I know.”

He smiles brighter, happy for the positive appraisal and apparent trust from me- especially in the particularly sensitive mood he’s in with me touching him.

Then he leans across the way and kisses me.

#Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Yandere #Yandere Superstore #Yandere Fic #TW: Yandere #TW: Abuse #TW: Abusive Relationship #TW: Abduction #Marcus White #Superstore Marcus #Marcus White x Reader #Yandere!Marcus White

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sinfullittlebee · 4 years

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The Royal Pain P.2 (Scarian)

Warnings: This is Smut. SEX. YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. Slight knife play, bodyworship, just end me.

Once again, you can blame the Discord for this.

The moonlight shone through the stained glass windows as Scar followed the advisor down the hallway, nerves making his heart beat at a million miles per hour and anxiety making his stomach pull tightly in knots.

What he was doing was so illegal that he was better off using magic in public. He was being summoned to the chambers of an unmarried royal in secret right after assaulting that same royal and holding a knife to their neck.

Silently, he wondered how he wasn't being strung up by his neck right now.

Scar knew deep down that he could just refuse. He could stop, say no, quit his job at the stables and keep his life. Yet somehow, the idea seemed all too unappealing to him.

The thought of never seeing that sly smirk and twinkling eyes again, never hearing that teasing tone and mischevious giggles, never feeling those soft lips against his own and nimble fingers threading through his hair…

"His guard doesn't know about your arrangement- just leave it to me, alright?" Mumbos hushed voice broke through Scars thoughts as he realized they had stopped just around the corner.

Straightening his tie, Mumbo took a deep breath and strode around the corner, walking up to the Guard with a charming smile.

Scar watched as they exchanged casual pleasantries, but became quickly surprised as Mumbo stepped closer and reached up to cup the guards chin.

Mumbo didn't know what he was doing, really. Intially, he had simply planned on telling Iskall he was allowed to take the night off. Yet somehow, the shorter male always seemed to be able to jumble up Mumbos plans.

"Nice night, isn't it Iskall?" Iskall looked at him with surprise before smiling at him cheekily, removing his helmet to see him better, "Mumbo! What a pleasant surprise. Taking a stroll a presume?"

Mumbo could have scoffed. How dare he act so casual with the little stunt he had pulled earlier.

"Well…" He trailed off before he stepped closer, reaching out and grabbing Iskall's chin to make the guard look up at him; cheeks growing red as his breath hitched.

"U-Uh...Mumbo?"

Taking another step forward, Mumbo pushed Iskall back against the wall and leaned down to capture the guards lips with his own, relishing the small noise that escaped his lips.

When he pulled back slightly, both of their eyes were lidded as they caught their breath's, cheeks flushed a bright red as a string of saliva still connected their lips.

Swallowing, Mumbo continued as the best smirk he could muster, "Iskall, you made me a little...proposition earlier during Grians break in training. I'm to assume it still stands?"

Blinking in recognition, Iskall gulped, eyes flickering between the Princes door and Mumbo before he gave in with a groan, "False is so gonna have my head for this- but fuck it." Shoving Mumbo back, he grabbed the advisor by his wrist and speed walked down the hall, just about missing Scar. Mumbo gave the stable boy a quick thumbs up before he disappeared around a corner.

Scar was shocked by the display, cheeks flushed a bright red. Knowing he had limited time, he didn't dwell on the thought and made his way to Grians door.

He knocked, waiting patiently before the door swung open, "Finally…"

His jaw dropped at the sight of the royal, his eyes roaming every inch of exposed skin. Grian wore a red silk robe that was tied loosely around his waist, the shoulders changing sleeves low exposing the light marks Scar had left from earlier.

Though he had arrived on time, The prince still had an annoyed and impatient expression, hand on his hip expectantly.

"Get in. Your late."

Ah. There was that usual demanding attitude.

Snapping out of his daze, Scar rolled his eyes and walked inside the lavish room.

Briefly admiring the decor, Scar jumped as the door was shut loudly. Turning to the Prince, he was annoyed to find the man narrowing his eyes at him.

"What?"

"Are you not going to apologize?" His words were less questioning, and more demanding, causing Scars annoyance to flair once more.

"No, because I wasn't late- you're just impatient your highness." He snapped right back, making the Princes temper flair up again, "Excuse me?!"

"You're excused." Scar smirked, confidence replacing his anxiety as he saw how he was getting under the other man's skin.

"You- Y-you-!!" Grians face grew redder in frustration as he strode closer, "Listen to me, just because you pulled that little stunt earlier doesn't mean you are off the damn hook, stable boy!!" Scar snorted at the name, the Princes tantrum being more amusing than annoying, "I know what you are, you hear me?!" This made Scar freeze, his stomach dropping as he tenses. This seemed to get the Princes attention as he grinned in victory, "Y-yea! Thats right, I know exactly what you are! And you and I both know the punishment for such practice…"

While this should have scared Scar, he simply continued to look at Grian with a cold gaze, feeling his anger flare up inside him.

"Now, unless you want to be burned alive, I suggest you start listening to me."

Something inside Scar snapped and he sneered, glaring at the male with a critical eye, "Oh really now? The little royal brat is threatening me? What, did I put a bruise in your little ego earlier?" He started walking towards the Prince, his eyes swirling in the golden glow once again as he backed Grian against the wall.

"H-hey!!"

"Maybe your ego needs a few more bruises to straighten you out, hm?" Looking fearful, Grian tried to make a dash for the door, only for Scars arm to shoot out and wrap around his waist. He pushed him roughly against the stone brick wall, pressing their bodies together as they came inches apart. Their breaths mingling, Scar could see the deep blush across the Princes face as he squirmed very gently.

Scar gulped, loosening his grip as he leaned by Grians ear, voice hushed, "This...Is this alright? Do you want this?" The stable boy needed confirmation before going any further, unsure if this was part of their little game or if Grian was really scared.

Freezing at his voice, Grian slowly relaxed, panting softly as he reached behind Scar and gripped the cloth on his back.

"God, more than anything…"

That was all Scar needed for him to roughly press his lips to the Princes in a heated, open mouthed kiss, Grian easily returning the affections eagerly. The stable boys hands slipped into the robe and he pushed it open, hands going down to his sides as his thumbs began rubbing circles into Grian's hips.

Pulling apart, Scar wrapped his arms around Grians waist and picked up the Prince, walk to the bed before dropping him on it. Crawling over him, He grinded his hips down on the blonde males as he kissed and sucked on the vein of his neck, drawing soft moans from him.

Pulling away, Scar sat up and looked around the room, spotting a knife sitting on Grians desk, "Hm...you seemed to like the knife earlier, didn't you~?" He teased, grinning as the blush on the Princes cheeks grew even darker.

Snapping his fingers, the Knife shot up and within seconds had itself pressed against Grians neck, making his breath hitch.

Scar watched in amusement as he began to unbutton his leather vest, speaking slowly and firmly with a smirk playing on his lips, "Let's get this right, hm? In here, I'm in charge- you've got no power." Grian looked like he wanted to protest, but lost his voice as Scar slipped off his vest and shirt, working on his belt next, "Secondly, your not allowed to touch yourself. All you are allowed to do is lay back like a good little prince while I do all the work. Got it?"

Gulping, Grian nodded as Scar took off his pants and underwear as well, "Good."

Going back down, Scar started to pepper and mouth kisses all over, moving from his collar bone, to his chest, to his midsection; worshipping every inch and leaving the man under him a squirming mess, quietly begging for more intimate attention.

Purposely avoiding his cock, Scar mouthed and nipped at Grians thighs, adoring the softness and the small noises he was making.

As he finished, he moved slightly up and wrapped his hand around the base of Grians dick before pressing a kiss to the tip- milking a hitched gasp from the Prince, "Your doing such a good job so far Grian~" he moved his hand up and down the shaft as a painstakingly slow pace, thumb swiping over the head every now and then.

Scar focused his magic on the knife, moving it to slowly trail the sharp edge along the skin of Grians chest until he trailing his eyes to the blondes face. His gut coiled in arousal at the pleading look on Grians face, groaning softly.

"Do...you have an oil?"

Grian whimpered softly, thrusting gently into Scars hand before gasping softly, "D-drawer-"

Grabbing the knife and letting his magic settle, he leaned forward and put it on the nightstand, opening the drawer to grab the oil lubricant.

Squeezing a good amount on his fingers, he pulled Grians knees over his shoulders and leaned forward. Scar pressed his lips to the Princes once more as he reached down and pressed a finger to the tight entrance.

Slowly slipping it in, Scar could feel Grian tense under him and he pulled away, kissing and biting gently at his neck to distract him, "Your being so good for me, my little prince…"

Grian whined in response as Scar added a second finger, whimpering and shivering as the brunette scissored and thrusting them gently. Scar buried his face in Grians neck, taking in the scent of roses and fresh oak as he slipped in a third finger.

"D-dammit, just fuck me already-'

Growling softly, Scar bit hard down on the vein in his neck as a warning, making Grian gasp and moan in surprise.

Slipping his fingers out, Scar used a bit more oil on his on shaft. After giving himself a few strokes, Scar leaned down and lined himself up.

"Ready?" He murmured breathlessly, "Yes- hurry, please~" Grian sounded desperate and with that Scar slowly began to press inside, moaning softly at the way Grians walls squeezed around him, "H-holy shit-"

"h-hurry up!" Grian moaned, grinding his hips up. Growling, Scar snapped his hips forward and wasted no time thrusting into the tight heat.

Grians moans grew into blissful screams as Scars pace grew rougher and quicker, "Fine, if you want to be such an impatient little brat-!"

Grian felt as if his body was being wreaked, climax growing closer as every snap of Scars hips seemed to hit directly into his prostate, making him see stars. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, in their own heavens as they pressed tightly together. Scars lips locked to Grians for what felt like the hundredth time that night, tounges tangling and fighting for dominance as Grians hands gripped and tugged at Scars soft brown locks, his gut coiling in heat at the acknowledgment of exactly who was courting him at that moment, pushing him closer to the edge.

"S-scar-!!"

"I-i know- go ahead~"

His back arching, he let out a soundless moan as one last direct hit to his prostate pushed him over the edge. White hot pleasure shooting through their bodies as they both orgasmed, Scar thrusting one more time before he came inside the blonde and Grian cumming onto his chest.

Both of them laid there wordlessly, trying to catch their breaths before Scar slowly pulled out.

Leaning down, he lazily licked the cum off Grians chest before sucking a few more hickeys into his collar bone.

Pulling away, Scar rolled on his side facing the Prince, the pair just staring for a few moments before Grian scooted closer and cuddling closer to Scar, burying his head into his chest.

"I...This won't be a one time thing, right? I...i-im...sorry...for the things I've said. I just- get frustrated…and..."

As Grian trailed off, Scar finally realized something.

He had mouthed off to and assaulted an unmarried royal multiple times in one day, and now- he had just courted that same Royal as a mere stable hand.

If he was found out, he would be probably be beheaded on sight.

Yet, as he listened to the soft tone in the Princes voices, he felt his heart flutter and he smiled softly, sitting up and grabbing a blanket and draping it over them before hugging Grian closer.

"No. It won't be, if you don't want it to be…"

As frustrating as the Royal Pain had been, in the end Scar couldn't help but fall.

#hermitshipping #scarian #end me #mumskall #it's hinted

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