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bellewintersroe · 3 months

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Jenson Button Smut ~ mile-high club

jenson and unnamed fem character get it on thousands of miles in the air- except they’re not alone on their trip…

smut x reader 18+ - oral, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, established relationship.

Jenson’s jaw tightened as his eyes darted frantically around the cabin of the darkened private jet. At first it was just him and her, the two of them having the whole cabin to themselves. Then it was another one, two, three, four people that joined on their flight to Mexico where they’d celebrate some time off together. Jenson didn’t have it in him to deny them the transport- but he was wishing he had now.

Her mouth was wrapped around his hardened cock, stiff and rigid in between her glossy lips that drooled down his member. The only thing hiding this was the seats in front of them and the blanket covering Jenson’s lap and therefore her bobbing head. He felt the swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock before she pushed down, all the way down, reaching as far as the base of his cock.

Jenson squirmed, sweating hand gripping the armrest tighter as the other snagged at the blanket she hid under. It was erotic to say the least. He felt her gag and choke around his cock, he looked down, seeing the slight movement and only imagining how fucking sexy she looked spluttering around his dick. Jenson could’ve easily pulled back the covers, but he didn’t want to risk exposing her in case the others woke up. They strategically picked the seats at the back of the plane, with nobody sat beside them to ogle on them. But still, plenty of people still slept or at least rested, nose deep into their books, blissfully unaware of what was occurring only meters away.

With another gag came more movement and she began bobbing her head much faster, only imagining how good he was looking from above her. Jenson couldn’t control his jaw falling slack, he momentarily let his eyes fall shut and head fall back, a hand resting gently where her head was to guide the movements further. She was sucking the living shit out of him, and only when Jenson heard a noise up front did he snap out of his daze. “Fuck.” He swallowed under his breath, shifting subtly so he could grind himself deeper inside her. She felt his hand press on the back of her head, stuffing her down and holding her there against the base of his cock as he attempted to thrust quietly into her mouth. The sounds of her small mouth being fucked were slightly concealed by the high pressure of the plane and the blanket, but loud enough so Jenson could enjoy them.

Growing confident, her hand slipped down over the edge where his joggers were pulled down to, attempting to sneak a finger between his legs, down, down, down to a forbidden area he and her had only explored in the confinements of their home.

Jenson made a slight noise of discontent, pulling her off as she sat up besides him, hair dishevelled and mascara ever so slightly running. Jenson ran a thumb under her lips, catching the fallen spit before looking down to his cock with a pant. Her lipgloss left a glossy sheen over his cock and smudged on his shaven pubic bone. Jenson thought it was the hottest thing ever, his thumb continuing to smear her lip makeup further.

“Please fuck me.” She hushed into his ear, placing the blanket back over Jenson’s lap to protect his modesty. She was fully dressed, Jenson didn’t like that, her lips kissed at his jaw tenderly. He stuffed one hand under the blanket, fisting ever so gently at his cock as he almost became speechless at how dirty the moment was.

He let out a shaky breath, stuffing his hands down her shorts for a second time in the journey, pushing a finger in her with ease as she sat open legged on the seat. Fuck. She looked so hot, Jenson couldn’t contain it, he had to pull his hand away from himself or he’d bust too soon. She watched, head lolling back and lips parted as he looked over her, mesmerised by the beauty of his girlfriend. With his other hand free, he turned her cheek to face him, eloping in the deepest kiss he could muster, tongues swirling as they made out relentlessly in the chairs. “Can you be quiet?” Jenson asked, pushing his finger deeper inside her again. She gasped. “Yes.”

“C’mon then.” He nodded, indicating her to climb on top. He knew it was risky, but the smirk on her face indicated she didn’t care. Without even glancing around, she looked nowhere put him and pulled her shorts fully off, sliding down onto his large member. Jenson felt his mind go foggy as he felt the stretch of her wet cunt. No matter how many times he stretched her out she was still just as tight as the time before. Both their jaws fell slack, Jenson had to tense his jaw to avoid letting out a groan. When it was the two of them he wasn’t a man to stay quiet, but right now the thought of anybody finding her like this was worrying. Jenson wanted her all to himself, he wanted to preserve her modesty, protect her, she was his little dirty secret like this.

She bounced away, hair swinging in the loose ponytail she’d tied it back in, her hands gripping into his shoulders. Her eyes were focused on his, red in the face with brows furrowed. She knew he looked like he wouldn’t last long. Hendon’s eyes darted frantically behind her, slipping a hand over her smaller back as he lifted her up in the seat slightly. She didn’t stop moving, she was grinding against him, milking every inch of his cock as she felt the press of him deep inside her. Settled that nobody was paying attention, Jenson’s attention was back on her, pulling her in for a deep kiss to which he moaned against her lips, fucking his hips up inside her.

“People are gonna hear…” she giggled into his ear, leaving a nibble on his lobe as he couldn’t stop the thrusts he pushed inside of her. Jenson didn’t reply, he couldn’t, he panted into the front of her neck, hand finding her mouth as he attempted to move faster. The chair squeaked with each movement and they had to give that up quicker than it started. Jenson was never a man for sloppy quickies, he preferred taking his time, but fuck- with her he was at it like a rabbit. His head turned to the bathroom and he tapped at her thigh. “In the bathroom. C’mon.” The minute the door closed Jenson had her bent over the toilet, fighting against the gasps and moans that she desperatly wanted to release. His hips were pushing into her ass, squeezing and grabbing with each time the flesh would bounce.

“Fuck me, Jenson.” She whined, a borderline cry from below him. “Oh god.” He groaned, head falling back as he felt a familiar warmth fill his stomach. No. No. Too soon, he’d barely been inside her, he couldn’t cum yet. Instead, he fell to his knees, panting heavily and manhandling her into the position he wanted before pushing his face up to her core. His cock was throbbing, on the verge of release, if he touched himself he’d explode, and just the thought of tasting her like this drove him crazy. His mouth shoved deeper into her, tongue licking her clean, her clit, her hole, he ate her like he’d been starved. Fuck she tastes so good, the small sounds she was eliciting indicated he was doing a good job, and just with a little more she’d be- “right there! Fuck, right there!” Her volume increased, chest heaving as he desperatly pushed a finger inside of her. He didn’t care about them being loud, he seemed to forget that the bathroom on this thing wasn't sound proof real quick.

“Jenson! Jenson!” She gasped at his name, he wanted to smirk, proud he’d pushed her to this as he flicked at her clit, finger causing the sound of her wetness to echo in the small room they were in. “Yeah? Who’s making you feel this good, baby?” His confidence grew as she choked out, legs quivering. “You are!” The girl cried out with a prolonged moan, the sound of Jenson’s fingers squelching becoming louder and louder, his pace quickening as her whimpers turned into outright moans, somewhat concealed with the bite of her thumb in her mouth.

“Please! Please!” She borderline screeched, feeling the core tighten so hard she was shaking all over, crying out each time she’d exhale. “C’mon then. Cum for me baby, fuck, fuck. That’s it.” Jenson praised, the vibrations of his voice against her clit sending her over the edge as her juicer began squirting out of her, her orgasm taking over so much she couldn’t even push him out of the way in time.

Watching her orgasm was quite literally the hottest thing Jenson had ever seen, he wiped the back of his mouth clean, licking his lips and gaining once last taste of her before his fingers were replaced with the push of his cock once again. Through her orgasm, Jenson fucked her, she was feeling so much pleasure her eyes rolled back from overstimulation. His pants became heavy and louder, frantic as he fucked into her, repeating how “so fucking good” she was with each slap of his hips against her legs. Her legs grew weak, Jenson was the only thing supporting her now and as he reached his orgasm, he came crashing down on top of her with a satisfied groan, pumping his cum deep inside her.

“You’re so fucking good.” She cooed with a sigh, eyes closing as her forehead was pressed to the wall, chest rising and falling heavily. Jenson cursed behind her, coming around from his hot pleasure, letting out another manly moan with a trail of kisses left along her spine. Their bodies were flushed and hot to the touch, Jenson could’ve stayed there all day. “Babe.” She laughed, feeling him hugging her closer to him as he rolled his hips gently, milking the last of their pleasure. “Mmmh?” Jenson could barely respond, feeling lightheaded.

“You think anybody heard us?” She whispered. “No.” Jenson dumbly spoke. Little did they know on the outside of the door mouths were hung open, mortified from the sounds coming within the aeroplane bathroom…

#jenson button x reader #jenson button imagine #jenson button fanfic #Jenson Button smut #Jenson Button x reader smut #F1 x reader #f1 x reader smut

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proxima-writes · 1 year

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nothing else matters

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 2,454

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Summary:

It’s been a few months since Corroded Coffin has played at The Hideout. Ever since recording an actual album and having one of their songs picked up on the radio, they’ve been securing actual shows, with actual crowds.

But whenever they’re within fifty miles of good ol’ Hawkins, they drop into the grimy dive and put on a show. The crowds are bigger, with fans coming in from surrounding towns and cities, but there’s one constant he looks forward to every time.

The new bar owner. As of two years ago, crotchety old Hank finally sold the bar to the hottest woman he's ever seen.

Additional tags: rockstar eddie munson, blow jobs, semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, spit kink, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names

The new bar owner. As of two years ago, crotchety old Hank finally sold the bar to the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

Eddie watches with you rapt attention as you put away the clean glasses and polish the scuffed bar top. When you turn, he gets a delicious eyeful of your ass and the way it’s hugged by the leather pants you’re wearing. Behind him, Garett grunts under the weight of the amp he’s pulled into the small side stage area.

“Thanks so much for the help, Eddie,” he quips sarcastically, snagging a beer from the bucket on the floor of the stage. He flicks the cap off and raises it in a salute to you across the bar.

Jeff trails inside, a case in each hand that he sets on the stage. His eyes narrow at Eddie. “Left the drums for you, buddy.”

With a groan, Eddie heads out the side door.

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It’s always a full house when the boys from Corroded Coffin come back to play. Which is surprising, given how much shit the town gave them for being different back when they were kids and teens just trying to play music and Dungeons and Dragons without being harassed. But most of the crowd isn’t even locals, but hardcore fans that have made the trip just to see the boys after finding out they’re hosting an “underground show”.

Jim Hopper is here, though, showing his support under the guise of keeping an eye on El. You know he won’t admit it, but he’s proud that Eddie, who frequently found himself in the back of a police cruiser, is doing what he loves and staying out of trouble. You slide him a cold beer and he tips his head in silent thanks.

The rag tag group of kids that used to follow Eddie around in high school are crowded around a table as well. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, and Will, now seniors, always try to make it to see their former Dungeon Master play. Especially since you don’t charge them cover and let them order as much pop as they want. Max makes eye contact with you and waves, making you smile. They’re good kids, and you’ve only ever had to throw them out once for trying to sneak alcohol. Once was enough, after facing your wrath.

Other than that, the small bar is full of strangers. Men dressed in black denim, leather, and chains, with tattoos covering any visible skin. Women dressed in tight pants and skirts, makeup done up and hair teased to perfection. They crowd the bar, putting you and the other two weekend bartenders to work as they order buckets of beer or the occasional mixed drink.

“God, he’s so fucking hot,” a woman says, back pressed to the bar as she stands to face the stage. You follow her eyes and note her hungry gaze falls on Eddie, where he’s adjusting his mic stand and plugging his signature Warlock NJ series guitar into his amp and testing his chords.

“I know, right? But I heard he never goes home with anyone,” another woman beside her laments, red painted lips pursed in a pout.

“Bet I could change that,” the first woman replies, shoulders thrown back with confidence. She sets her empty cup on the bar and shimmies her top down to expose a bit more of her ample cleavage. She heads over to the stage and you watch as she taps Eddie on the arm and he leans forward, her mouth getting close to his ear so that she can be heard above the noise.

A hand waves for your attention and you move to the end of the bar, your unobstructed view of the exchange broken. You fill several orders back to back, making change and pocketing tips, before you notice that the woman is back at the bar, a sullen look on her face.

“Hey, Hawkins, we’re Corroded Coffin, your local devil worshippers,” Eddie says into the mic, earning him a laugh from the crowd. You finish up serving more people, before tapping Mark on the shoulder and letting him know you’re taking a break.

“Got it, boss,” he says as he fills the ice well.

You’re still getting used to that title. You bought the bar for dirt cheap from the former owner, Hank, because he was desperate to sell it, but not desperate enough to sell to a developer who was going to mow it down and build a strip mall on top of it.

“This place is a cornerstone for Hawkins,” he had grumbled. “I ain’t gonna let it get turned into some new age bullshit rock store or whatever.”

Once you’d gotten the keys, you’d replaced the grime covered floor, fixed the stage up, and gotten the place as clean as possible, while still keeping the character of the hometown dive bar that drew in town regulars and people passing through to Indianapolis.

When Corroded Coffin started gaining popularity, so did the bar. People not only came to see them play when they stopped in during their tour, but they also visited the spot like it was a tourist attraction. Business was great, and was even doing well enough that you don’t even need to act as bartender most nights.

Unless Corroded Coffin was in town.

You watch Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Frankie play their hearts out on your little bar stage like it were any other big time show they’d gotten to play the last two years. Eddie commands the audience’s attention, his deft fingers flying over the neck of the guitar as he sings into the mic, deep voice echoing over the speakers. His eyes find yours as he’s finishing up one of their original songs, and he winks, making you roll your eyes.

The song finishes and Eddie takes a swig of his drink before addressing the crowd. “Alright, last song. Tip your bartenders, assholes.”

The opening chords to Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters float in the air and you smile, leaning into the wall to watch.

So close, no matter how far

Couldn’t be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

It’s an interesting song to end the night with. The once rowdy crowd has settled, swaying with the slow tempo. It’s almost hypnotic.

Never opened myself this way

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don’t just say

And nothing else matters

With a sigh, you push away from the wall and weave your way back to the bar to join your bartenders before the post show rush of orders starts. The back of your neck prickles with the sensation of being watched, and when you round the bar to face the stage, Eddie’s got his gaze focused on you as he sings.

Trust I seek and I find in you

Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view

And nothing else matters

You twist your ring on your finger out of habit as you hold his stare. He smiles at you as he finishes through the song. When the last chord fades and the crowd cheers, you grin right back.

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Eddie’s been surrounded by people since he stepped off the stage and he’s finally getting a moment of peace to slip out the back door for a cigarette.

He’s patting his pockets in search of his lighter when a familiar voice asks, “Need a light?”

He nearly drops the cigarette from his lips when you step close to him, holding a lighter that illuminates your face in the otherwise dark and empty alley. He leans forward, pressing the cigarette into the flame and inhaling until it catches.

“Thanks. Seems I’m always losing my lighter,” he comments, staring down at you.

“You’d lose your head if it weren’t attached to your neck, Munson,” you quip, leaning into his space. He laughs, smoke billowing around the two of you, creating a hazy little cocoon of privacy.

He slips a finger into a belt loop, pulling you flush against him. He revels in the little gasp that leaves your lips, in the feel of your hands pressed to his chest. That anticipation of being in your orbit after circling each other all night is making his head spin. Your fingers tangle in the chain around his neck, tugging his neck down until his lips are brushing against yours.

“Heard you didn’t go home with girls from shows,” you tell him. His chest rumbles with a laugh.

“I can always make an exception,” he growls before his lips take yours and you meet his kiss with a groan.

Eddie’s hands slide down your hips before reaching for a handful of your ass, pressing you further against him and making you let out a little gasp. His tongue slips into your mouth to dance with yours and you can feel the hard length of him through his jeans. Your fingers slide from his hair to trail down his chest until you reach his belt buckle.

His hand circles your throat, the cool metal of his rings pressing against the thin skin as he uses the grip to hold you where he wants, to explore the taste of your mouth to his content. You work the belt open until you can pop the fly on his pants, working the zipper down to reach in and palm his hardening cock. He lets out a delicious groan, his head tipping back against the wall. You take the opportunity to trail your lips across his neck, biting at his pulse hard enough that he lets out a hiss.

Satisfied with the state he’s in, you drop to your knees on the rough concrete, working his pants down just enough to be able to reach in and tug his cock out. Hand wrapped around his warm, thick length, you give him a couple of teasing pumps. As he looks down at you, eyes half lidded and dark with lust, he brings a hand to your chin, prying your mouth open and pressing his thumb down on your tongue.

“Christ, sweetheart, look at you,” he says, the gravel of his voice making you clench your thighs together for some semblance of friction against your throbbing core. “How much of my cock do you think I can fit in this pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

“Only one way to find out,” you reply with a wink. He laughs, but the sound is cut off by a rough moan as you wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the crown and humming over the taste of him as it blooms across your tastebuds. His fingers tangle into your hair, tugging roughly as you pull him into your mouth.

When your nose brushes the light trail of hair on his stomach, he bites out a curse. “Fuck, angel, that’s it. Swallow.”

You do as instructed, your throat fighting against the obstruction and making your eyes water as you repress your urge to gag. He pulls his hips back and you take in a deep gulp of air before he plunges back in, taking over the motions and using your mouth for his own pleasure.

“So fucking good,” he says, head tipped back as he revels in the pleasure. Eddie holds your head away from his throbbing cock the next time you pull back and orders, “Open your mouth.”

You do as asked, sticking out your tongue. Eddie leans forward slightly, pinching your cheeks with one hand as spits onto your tongue before roughly pulling you back to working his cock.

“Dirty fucking girl,” he tells you, and your head goes fuzzy at his words. It's a few more rough drags of him in your mouth befores he’s pulling back until just the tip sits in your mouth as wet heat explodes across your tongue. “Swallow it, baby, that’s it.”

You grin up at him and he pulls you up, rotating your bodies so that you’re pressed against the wall. Eddie makes quick work of the fly of your pants, shoving his hand roughly between your bodies and immediately circling your clit, fingers dragging through the wetness he’s caused.

“So fucking wet for a dirty alley blowjob, princess? Such a little slut,” he murmurs against your ear before biting roughly at the sensitive skin just below it, making your back arch and a whimper leave your lips. “Bet you’re gonna come so quick for me, huh?”

You nod, hands wrapping over his shoulders and holding tightly, fingers curling into his worn leather jacket. “I’m gonna–”

“That’s it, fuck, yes, just like that, baby,” he groans as your muscles tighten. He plunges two fingers into you with no warning, and that’s all you need to shatter. He works you through it, thumb circling your clit gently as his fingers pump to the rhythm of your hips working against his hand.

“Jesus,” you mutter. You bring one hand to his neck, trailing it lightly over the chain there until you reach the ring hanging over his heart. “You sure know how to show a lady a good time, Munson.”

“Always a pleasure to serve.” He grins, eyes bright even in the dark alley. “You like the show?”

“Mighty romantic of you to be playing our wedding song like that.”

His fingers toy with the ring on your left hand. A simple silver band he’d placed there two years ago that you haven’t taken off since. “Figured you might like that.”

“I gotta finish up helping with closing. I’ll see you at home?”

“I’ll help you out. I’ve only got three days before we’re back on the road, and I am firmly attaching myself to your hip the whole time,” he says, pushing your hair back from your face, cupping your cheeks reverently. “I love you.”

You go soft against him. “I love you, too.”

It’s tough, being away from him for so many long stretches at a time. But when he’s home, looking at you the way he is, a hand planted on the small of your back as you re-enter the bar, you can’t help but think - nothing else matters.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #no use of y/n #stranger things #rockstar eddie munson #no angst #ao3 author #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #idiots in love

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yappacadaver · 2 months

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Pls more Raymond headcanons I’m starving 😵

Hooh me too bbg im hungryyy

I'm gonna compile a couple of old hcs in this one, and add some new ones too. a misc hc drop for u ♥♥♥

tysm for sending a request!

Sex/Attraction

sorry this gif is the first thing i think abt when i consider his sexuality lmao 😂😂

some kinks he has AND IS AWARE OF:

hair pulling (receiving) scratching (receiving) biting (giving and receiving) hickies (giving and receiving)

these kinks are UNLOCKABLE and currently REPRESSED:

edging (giving and receiving) overstimulation (giving and receiving) praise (receiving) body worship (giving) pred/prey dynamics (pred) rope (receiving) toys (giving and receiving) olfactophilia (uhh not sure how to describe this in terms or giving/receiving, he likes to snoff lol) voyeurism (voyeur)

He's most attracted to curvy/hourglass body types, especially soft thighs

Prefers a bare face (but can be easily fooled with natural makeup)

Prefers full bush

Lost his virginity the summer before college to a girl he wasn't that into

Best sex he ever had was at a college party sneaking off with a stranger drunk off his ass

If you asked his face what the hottest thing is, he'd say something about soft curves and an eager personality

if you asked his dick, it'd be something closer to consumption. An attraction that could peel him open from the inside and wrest from him his rotten core-- for the purpose of ingesting it ofc-- leaving him purer for having been picked through and so thoroughly enjoyed

Physicality

This one is semi-canon but his thighs are covered in moles/freckles

capable of a nice tan, if his schedule would ever allow it

teeth are crooked from decades of jaw clenching

the body hair situation is kinda silly... he's got tons of hair in some places and looks so naked in others... im talking like bushy pits and balls but like a tiny sprinkle of sad little hairs on his chest and belly lol

His elbows and knees click when fully extended

Love/Friendship

Friendship never came extremely naturally to him but as a young man in the 50's/60's it's not like the expectations were extremely high

In grade school he mostly had friendships of convenience-- boys from his neighborhood/class

College was where he began to really relate to others, connecting with people who had similar experiences with death and grief

David Whitlow was a friend and not just an employee to Raymond (he was killed with a scalpel to the face)

Other friends from his 20's and 30's eventually fell off as he became more withdrawn and involved with "work"

Raymond never had an affair, but his eye did wander especially as his marriage began to fall apart in the early 80's

Despite this, he would absolutely consider Maria to be the person he loved most

Habits/Preferences

Black coffee, Marlboro reds

Has decided to give up drinking

Meditates daily

Tries to eat out once a week, as a treat

HOT hot showers

chronically dehydrated, i s2g getting this man his 8 glasses wouldn't cure him but it would blow his goddamn mind

Terrible sleeper, snores like a chainsaw, nightmares, talks in his sleep, walks in his sleep, has false awakenings, sleep paralysis, insomnia, the works

#yappa answers #Raymond Delver #the mortuary assistant #will i ever stop with the rotten fruit metaphors? nough

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ssscentral · 3 years

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Devil like you

Summary: Your boyfriend has a revelation about who - or what - he really is as he invites over a friend to have some earth-shattering, toe-curling, out of this world fun with you.

Pairing : Demon!Namjoon x Reader x Demon! Jimin

Genre : Smut. Pure filth. It be dirty.

Warnings : Threesome, Demon summoning, Overstimulation, Swearing, Restraints, Surprise your boyfriend is a demon, Dom!Namjoon, Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, Light Edging, Dirty Talking, Oral Sex (f and m), Fingering

WC : 5.5k

Member : Duda || @biaswreckme

A/N : Hope you enjoy reading this, i’m quite proud of it :v It’s my first AU for BTS, so be gentle T.T This fic is the second part of the group prompt “Hell of a Ride”, each part with our own interpretation, so stay tuned because there is more to come! Any similarities with Supernatural are not coincidental, thank you Spn wikis for the words in Latin and the inspiration for some of the abilities of these demons. And thanks so much @fluffy-fluffu for being the beta ♥

taglist: @sugasbabiie

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You thought you should have known. You thought you should have seen the signs – and there were quite a few, thinking back on your relationship. It should not have surprised you like this. It should not have affected you like this. It should not make you wish for more, waiting for the next time it would happen. It should not… you should not… you should not want this as much as you did, right?

You should have seen it coming. It should not have caught you off guard like that, after all, who teaches this language with this much ease and what seems like almost natural and native knowledge? That should have been the first sign to strike your attention. He was not the first Latin professor in the language department at this university, but he was the best. But this department has a lot of languages, and Latin is part of the curriculum for some of the other languages. It was not weird to have a Latin professor. It was weird to have someone as hot as Namjoon teaching Latin. Hot, gods, you sound like a teenager again talking about boys and crushes. But yes, Kim Namjoon, one of the hottest teachers in the university – and it is a big one – teaches a dead language.

So when he asked you, the English teacher – not the only one in the department and you did not consider yourself to be one of the best-looking teachers there – out on a date, you said yes. It had been a while for you, issues with an ex left you being cautious about entering new relationships. It made you pay more attention to certain red flags, but there were none with Namjoon, at least not like those from before.

Kim Namjoon was considerate. Kim Namjoon was creative with his dates. Kim Namjoon was a romantic man, one that had you indeed feeling like a teenager dating for the first time, sneaking around the empty halls and classrooms, the butterflies in your stomach wild and making you giggle at the mere thought of him. Kim Namjoon paid attention to you and your problems. Kim Namjoon listened. And Kim Namjoon was great when it came to sex. Great actually did not really translate how incredible and mind-blowing sex with him was. He knew how to do things to your body like no one ever could before. He suggested some things – some kinky, oh, very kinky things indeed – to spice up the sex that you had only fantasized about but never had the courage to ask for, and he did not judge anything. It was almost as if his mission in bed was to give you utmost pleasure, even if it hurt sometimes – but it always hurt so good. Kim Namjoon was the perfect boyfriend. Maybe too perfect, so you think to yourself that you had ought to know better. No one could be this perfect. There had to be an explanation. And there was. You just never would have imagined that it would be this explanation.

The day had started just like any other, there was nothing special about it, at least to your knowledge. So why, oh, why did it have to be on this day? (Maybe you could ask them later.) You woke up to your alarm, as usual. You love your job, but you always found it difficult to get up this early in the mornings, so you always made sure to set more than one alarm. You got up, had breakfast – “breakfast” is a very general word, but you do eat a piece of toast while the coffee machine warms up. You had a shower, just a quick one to truly wake you up and get you going before getting dressed in your usual teaching outfit. Namjoon would be coming over later, so you would have time to shower again and get dressed up for date night after getting back from the university. You grab a travel mug on the way out, pouring the hot coffee in it, the smell invading your apartment just as you like it.

The classes go on without any issue; a slight problem with the projector in the beginning but nothing out of the ordinary and that would strike one’s attention, especially if one was used to dealing with the projectors in that older building the languages and literature department was stuck with. You crossed paths with Namjoon once the entire day, walking down the hallways of the old building; you were getting out of an English literature class, Joon going to teach his Latin II group. As your bodies got closer, both of you nodded in acknowledgment as if you were any other professor, but your hands discreetly touched in passing, just a small sign you had agreed on to let the other know everything is okay, have a good class, I love you, I will be waiting for you later. You knew he was going out on a field trip with an advanced class and he would have to leave during lunch, so you ate a sandwich in your office, watching some comedy series to relax and get energized for the rest of the day – of course, the hot and new cup of coffee helps -, every once in a while, pausing to chat with the other professor who chose to do something similar. The afternoon is not really that different from other Friday afternoons; no one usually comes during office hours, so no one came on this day. You spent your time alternating between counting the minutes on the ticking clock to be able to go home and get ready for the date and responding to some emails, starting the term report, and downloading some articles to read. You were alone in the office, so you have some music going to help distract you and try to make the time go by faster.

When you finally got home the first thing you did was hop on the shower again, but now taking some time for yourself, phone blasting your favorite songs as you washed the day away from your body, cleaning, shaving what you wanted, moisturizing with some shower oils Namjoon gave you and that you know he loved the scent of. You spent some time choosing your outfit for the evening, knowing it had to be good. You opted for a white lace and silk playsuit, the new lingerie that Namjoon had recently given you, and you knew it had to be expensive from the brand – expensive and fancy lingerie was a guilty pleasure you had that somehow Namjoon was able to indulge, and you had no complaints about it. It gave you an almost innocent look under the black dress, and you were curious to see Namjoon’s reaction. You did not do much for hair and makeup, choosing instead to keep it quite simple and natural – it was only going to be ruined later on anyways.

Soon you heard the bell ring and you looked at the small monitor near the door, letting him in. His hair was slicked back, giving him an edge that was not present in day-to-day life at university. He had his earrings on and paired up with his silver-rimmed glasses and that black blazer made him look unbelievably hot and so different from the pristine almost clumsy-like image of Professor Kim. He kissed you, murmuring a hi in the kiss, letting his hands roam over your dress. He paused and stepped back enough to look at you.

“Are you wearing the new gift?”

It only took a nod from you to have him pressing you against the wall, hitching your leg up and around his waist. His hands took advantage of the position and touched your skin, going up your thighs and bunching up your dress in the way, giving him access to feel the lace and silk on your body.

“Fuck,” he paused, almost breathless, “fuck the reservation, right? I need you now.”

You nodded in affirmation, almost as out of breath as him, “Fuck the reservation, fuck me instead.”

He didn’t need anything else to press you even harder against the wall, hoisting both of your legs; you wrapped them around his body, and he pushed his hips into yours, you could feel how hard he already was. You moaned into the kiss, his hardness was right against where you needed it the most, and when he started slightly moving his hips into yours, it made his length deliciously drag against your clit. The feeling was also enhanced by the lingerie; every time Namjoon canted his hips up, it made the lingerie move up together and tug on your skin, and it did not take long until it was snugged between your nether lips and you were certain you were staining the front of Namjoon’s pants with your wetness as he started nibbling on your earlobe, sucking and kissing your neck, the skin caught between his teeth to make sure it would leave bruises. And then he let you go, dropping your legs from around his body.

“Do you trust me?” He looked into your eyes, seeming unsure, which was unlike him. You could swear that his eyes got darker for a brief moment – and not in the way writers usually describe, with eyes darkening with pleasure or something akin to that. No, it seemed that they physically turned darker, almost black, but you thought you must be imagining things. It could not be humanly possible.

“I trust you, Joon.” You said without any hesitation, fingers entangling with his and taking him in the direction of your bedroom.

He started by taking off his glasses and carefully putting them on the wooden nightstand, taking a minute to take off his blazer and carefully drape it over the piece of furniture. He then turned to you and you felt nervous, his walk almost predatory towards you. He gripped your shoulders, taking the straps of your dress into his hands, and it felt like he was considering just ripping the piece out of your body and your breath faltered. So this was the mood today. But he must have thought better and let his hands caress the front of your body, squeezing your breasts, his fingers then gliding over your clothed nipples, feeling them harder under his touch. His hands moved down, grabbing the edge of your dress in his fists and then lifted it up and off your body, and then you were there, standing in front of him, the white lace and silk that covered your skin seemed almost virginal when contrasted with the current mood. You bit your lip, looking at Namjoon, gaging his reaction, and you saw his eyes widen, a smirk crossing his lips, his tongue unconsciously poking out to lick his top lip. There was a different look in his eyes, one that you did not recognize at all, and you were getting slightly more nervous now. What did he have in store for you this time? You tried to think back to conversations you had, discussing ideas in between cuddles and kisses on the bed, after one of the times you had some passionate lovemaking, his eyes glued to yours the entire time, his body encompassing yours, protecting you. Not every time was kinky, but there was no doubt tonight was going to be. You took a deep breath and stepped forward, your fingers going to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, slowly, your fingers shaking in anticipation.

“Remember when we were talking about maybe having another person in the bedroom with us?”

His question took you by surprise, your fingers stopping mid-action, and you looked at him. “Yes?”

“You are going to learn some things about me tonight, Y/n, but you don’t need to be scared.” He grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers and kissing them while looking into your eyes. “I promise everything will be okay, and I’ll answer all your questions later. Now I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

And ok, now you were worried, and he could see that in your face, so he brought you closer to his body, hugging you, and your arms tightened around his body.

“You don’t have to be scared, love. It can be scary, but have I ever hurt you?”

“Well…” you started, giggling at the double possibilities to answer his question.

“I’m talking about real harm, Y/n. And might I remind you, who asked to be spanked again?” He chuckled, shaking his head, the mood getting a little lighter. “I can’t promise it’s not going to frighten you at first but keep an open mind. You have your safeword, you can stop this at any time, no matter what.”

“Ok. I can’t promise I won’t fear whatever it is… because you are scaring me a little bit, Joon. But I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me like that.” You raised your head from where it was resting on his chest, looking into his eyes again, and this time you could not be mistaken. They were black. Like black black; you could not see any of the previous colors in his irises, even the sclera was taken over by the color, and it hit you. You took a quick step back, letting go of his body, shocked. Was… was this real?

“I’m still me,” his voice was soft and his hands raised by his sides in that universal sign of I’m not going to hurt you. “It’s always been me.”

“So you’re not… possessed?” you laughed in disbelief.

“No. It’s always been me,” he repeated, taking one step closer to you with one of his hands reaching out, and hesitantly you grabbed it. “Let me show you. I promise you will have a good time.”

Your body was still shaking with fear when you let yourself get closer to him, but his words were starting to reassure you, calm you. If he had always been like this and never harmed you, you would be okay, right? The fear and worry were slowly starting to give way to curiosity and some slight confusion when he started muttering some words under his breath. Now, you did not understand Latin – it was a dead language, come on –, but you were able to pick up that he was almost chanting in it, words like te invoco, spiritus, infernalis, and daemon being spoken with more intensity. He finished saying it and kissed you deeply, his arms encircling your body and pulling you to him, when you suddenly felt another presence behind you, a second body pressing against you, feeling a hard chest pressing you into Namjoon even more. You stopped the kiss, looking over your shoulder, and your eyes stumbled upon another black-eyed figure. This man, this demon, was shorter than Namjoon, but with the way the front of his body was glued to your back, you could feel he was just as muscular, maybe even more, from what you were feeling from his thighs. There were no words for his face. You thought Namjoon was handsome, but this man’s face was on a whole other level of beauty, with those rounded full lips that would give Namjoon’s a run for their money. If it were not for his black eyes you would dare say his face was angelic even, with his light-colored hair parted in the middle. But something about the smirk and raised eyebrows let you know that there was nothing angelic about him.

“Damn, Namjoon. You’ve been hiding her this entire time?” He almost growled, shifting his hips, and you felt the hardness in his pants. “If I’d known, I’d have come sooner.”

“And this is Jimin, Y/n,” he started, scoffing at his… friend? “Now close your eyes and let us take care of you.”

He did not wait for an answer from you, and at the same time his lips found yours, you felt Jimin’s lips on your neck and his hands on your waist, and you could only sigh, close your eyes, and give into these new sensations. The two pairs of hands were roaming your body; the contrast of their clothed bodies against yours, almost naked, was heightening the sensation of your powerlessness, and you had to press your thighs together in an attempt to bring some pressure to your center and relieve some of the aching. You could feel their smirks when you did it, and then Jimin’s hand traveled downwards and on the front of your body, his fingers sneaking under the lingerie to feel your wetness.

“Fuck,” his voice was almost strained, “she’s dripping, Namjoon.” His fingers went all over your mound spreading your wetness around, careful to not touch you for too long to tease you.

“Is this right, Y/n?” Namjoon asked against your lips, then tilted his head back to look at you, his hand joining Jimin’s. “I know you get wet for me, but if I had known you would be dripping like this, I would have brought Jimin much sooner.” He stated as his fingers toyed with the straps of your playsuit, slowly lowering them. “And you are wearing this, today of all days… all in white…”

Namjoon’s fingers teased your nipples lightly at first, just caressing them while Jimin slowly lowered the lingerie down your body, giving open-mouthed kisses to your back and lower and he went down on his knees behind you. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back and grabbing Namjoon’s biceps for balance when Jimin lifted your left feet first then the right, letting the playsuit fall to the ground off your body. You felt a pinch to your nipples, and you sighed, and shortly after you felt his tongue circling it, then his mouth sucking on it, tugging lightly with his teeth. You clenched your legs again, only for Jimin to spread them. You felt Jimin’s breath on your backside, and his hands made you arch your back so he could see you better from behind, but you felt nothing else but his warm breath very close to your center, his hands gripping your thighs from the inside to stop you from closing them. When Namjoon used the fatal combination of pinching down on a nipple harder and biting the other and sucking on it, Jimin chuckled.

“Do that again, Namjoon. She liked it, she just clenched down on nothing so hard.” His mouth was so close to you yet doing nothing, and to worsen the situation, he used his hands to help you spread your legs more. “Tilt your ass towards me, Y/n, I want to see you clench like that again.”

You did so without hesitation, arching your back more so he could see you better, and when Namjoon did it again, inverting touch and bite to the other nipple, you clenched again, needing their touch, needing something. And he combined pulling your nipple with his teeth with his other hand entangling in your hair and pulling it down hard, increasing your arch. You heard Jimin chuckle softly again and then his mouth was pressed to your inner thigh, licking upwards as he moaned, probably tasting the wetness that had started dripping. Namjoon was not being gentle anymore, using the amount of pressure and strength he knew you loved, much rougher than when you were making love, your nipples becoming more sensitive and abused under his ministrations. This moment, with his lips around your nipples, his teeth worrying them, while Jimin licked your thighs, was pure and unadulterated passion and desire. You let one of your hands fall to grab Jimin’s hair to try and direct him, but he let one of your thighs go to wrap his fingers around your wrist while he bit down on your thigh. You moaned in pain, but you loved it.

Your other hand moved from Namjoon’s biceps to the front of his shirt to undo the few buttons that were left, and he paused what he was doing to help you. When you went to unbutton his pants, you felt your arm being pinned to your back by the demon between your legs. You looked back and down, seeing Jimin licking his lips again while he got up. He pulled you against his body, murmuring that tonight was about you and not to worry about them. As he said these words, Namjoon’s long fingers undid his own pants, hooking them under his underwear to take them off at the same time. His erection slapped softly against his stomach, his cock long and thick, the bulbous head already a little wet with precum. He stepped out of his pants, his strong thighs flexing, and he came closer to kiss you again, letting you feel his hardness against your belly. He started to pull you towards the bed, turning your bodies so you could fall against the mattress with him on top, but he did not stay long. He got up, looking at Jimin, and raised his eyebrows.

“You look so innocent like this, wide-eyed looking at us about to devour you,” Jimin started, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, putting on a show for you.

The dark shirt Jimin was wearing opened to reveal toned muscles beneath, ones you had already felt against your back. His light purple hair was slightly messy from your attempt to grab it; his lips were turned up into a corner smile observing the way you were watching him. He let his hands caress down his body, feeling his own muscles, his luscious lips open now. One of his hands went to the button of his pants and the other grabbed his crotch, showing you the outline of his erection, and then he took the black garment off, and he was wearing no underwear. His hand went to his erection again, stroking himself up and down slowly, showing you his body and how proud he seemed of it. His cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him, the head a light pink color, and while he was thinner than Namjoon, he was just as long and curved upwards, and it made you wonder if he could hit that spot without much effort.

“We are going to destroy you, and you will take it all. You will be lying there on the bed, ruined, a sinner, and in the end, you will be begging for me to come back again and wreck you.” Jimin’s voice was deeper, his black eyes shining under the lights and the promise. And then he looked at Namjoon. “Have you done it yet?”

You looked confused for a moment, especially when Namjoon answered a no and Jimin chuckled. And then you understood. Jimin snapped his fingers and your arms were suddenly above your head, pressed on the pillow. You tried moving them but to no avail. Oh. Your chest went up and down quickly, your breath faster, but you smiled.

“Oh, this is new. Can you do it too, Joon?” You needed to know. Had he been hiding this from you this whole time? He licked his lips and snapped his fingers, and then your legs were up, an invisible force holding them up and wide open, spread apart for them. You bit your lip and clenched down on nothing, moaning softly, your head thrown back into the pillow. “This is fun.”

You smiled at them and saw them looking at each other smiling as well, but you could not even imagine what was going through their minds. Could they communicate like that? You had so many questions to ask Joon later, but before your mind could wander any further, your body was being dragged to the edge of the bed by Jimin, who was kneeling on the floor in front of it. You had never felt so exposed before and so without control, although you knew all you had to say was that one word and everything would end.

“She tastes delicious, Jimin. You’re going to love it.” Namjoon sat by you on the bed, looking down at the other man, and lowered his head to whisper in your ear, “you want to know another thing I’ve been hiding? We don’t get tired.”

Namjoon bit your earlobe at the same time that Jimin licked you where you needed the most, from bottom to top. You could only moan loudly and arch your back, your fingers closing into tight a fist and your thighs clenching, but you could not move them. You thought he would make you beg for it, considering all the teasing from before, but he wasted no time and started applying pressure to your clit with his soft tongue, short circular movements alternated with longer licks while his fingers kept your lower lips spread open for him. Unable to move, all you could do was take it, the pleasure intensified by your inability to move your legs; there was no escape from Jimin’s tongue on the underside of your clit, its hood up, leaving it exposed and so sensitive to his probing. While Jimin was doing this, Namjoon began playing with your nipples again. They were already hard and a little red from before, more sensitive, so when he started pinching them again the pain seemed to go straight down to your clit, enhancing your pleasure, and he seemed to know this. He became relentless in teasing them, pinching harder, lowering his body beside you to bite at them, tugging on your nipples and pulling them, letting his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin. Jimin’s tongue was also relentless on your clit, and the first time he felt you getting close to your orgasm, he stopped and looked at you.

“Please, please…” you sobbed and moaned; the desperation clear in your voice as Namjoon did not stop.

“Should we see if she can cum only by teasing her nipples?” Jimin’s voice was playful.

“No, please, please, no, please,” you begged.

“Oh, Namjoon, she begs so beautifully. But is it a no or is it a please, do it?” His tongue was between his teeth, his smile wider now, the look on his face pure teasing. You shook your head negatively, a sob caught in your throat, but he continued, “You’re clenching again, Y/n. I think you can do this. But maybe another day,” you let out a sigh in relief, “another day, when we will tease you for hours, edge you until even our breath will make you cum, how about that?”

Jimin wasted no more time and got back to licking you, making out with your pussy, encompassing it entirely with his mouth, and the moment his lips closed around your clit to suck it, you lost it. It took you by surprise; the sensation usually begins with a slight tingle on your belly, and then it spreads to your fingers, but this time your whole body clenched as pleasure overtook you, his tongue continuing to press on your clit while he sucked to prolong your orgasm. You did not know what sounds came out of your mouth, as your ears seemed to be ringing, numb to sounds. You could barely murmur out a weak stop, but he ignored it – which also relieved you, you did not really want to stop–, choosing to insert a finger and then two into you, moving them in and out at first and then pressing them upwards, looking for the spot inside you that made you see stars. You were about to say you were too sensitive for him to continue when he found it, and as you moaned loudly you heard Namjoon say something to him, but you couldn’t understand what it was, but Jimin’s response was to increase the pressure of his fingers and let your clit go. You were confused for a second but you soon understood when you felt one of Namjoon’s hands moving down, his fingers then making quick movements on your clit, knowing it was what you needed to get you there fast again. This time you felt the sensation growing, a tingling on the tips of your fingers, your toes, as it grew and permeated your entire body again. You thought they would relent, and then you remembered what Namjoon had said. They did not get tired.

You lost count after the fifth orgasm, or so you thought it was the fifth; your voice was hoarse from moaning and your clit was so sensitive from all of the overstimulation, and they did not seem like they wanted to stop anytime soon. You could feel the tears that had escaped your eyes wetting your cheeks, and every once in a while, one of them would lick them away while the other continued his assault on your clit, the pleasure relentlessly taking over you again and again. You did not know anymore when one orgasm ended and the other began, the tingling sensation a constant on your entire body. And then, finally, they snapped their fingers again, releasing your body from the invisible restraints.

You could barely move, but they helped shift and turn your body until you were on your hands and knees, Namjoon’s body behind you. You heard the sound of a small foil packet being opened, and then he was pressing inside you, his cock stretching you even though they had used their fingers before. It was always a stretch, Namjoon going in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size before starting to thrust his hips into you. On his first thrust forward, you opened your mouth on a moan and Jimin took advantage of the opportunity to press his cock into your lips, holding your hair with one of his hands while the other was at the base of his cock, holding and moving it to go over your lips. You licked around his engorged head and then opened your mouth wider, taking him inside and sucking. You could barely keep your body upright, so soon your hands faltered, and you fell to your elbows, the dip in your spine changing the angle slightly and it had Namjoon pressing into that one spot that had you almost screaming. Jimin lowered his body, sitting down with his legs open to fit you between them, inclining his body backward, bending his elbows to have a good view of you, and it made it easier for you to suck him. His view was nice, your body bent forward, your ass being held by Namjoon’s hands while he pounded into you, but your view was not bad at all.

Jimin’s muscly thighs flexed each time he pressed his hips up, fucking into your mouth, his abs clenching, and his face… his face, dark black eyes half-closed, mouth open in a sly smile, licking his full lips still wet with your taste. You maintained eye contact while you sucked him, bobbing your head up and down, sucking hard when his head was about to leave your mouth, and when you went down, you let your tongue lick the underside. It was sloppy, saliva leaving your mouth, making him wetter and easier for your hand to help whatever did not fit your mouth. You were moaning around him, figuring he would like it as much as Namjoon did, and you were rewarded with high pitched moans from Jimin, his head now thrown back. On a hard suck downwards you felt his thighs clench and his release spill on your mouth at the same time Namjoon played with your clit, and you screamed and soon saw nothing else.

You did not know how long you were out, but when you came to your senses again you were lying on your front, covered by your blanket, and Jimin was nowhere in sight. You heard footsteps entering the room just when you raised your head and saw Namjoon with a cold bottle of water and pants on. He smiled tentatively at you, sitting by your side on the bed. He helped you sit, propped up against him, and you took the bottle from his hands, feeling thirsty.

“Hey,” his voice was almost shy, so different from before and from the usual Namjoon. Well, the Namjoon you thought you knew. “Are you ok?”

You nodded, smiling softly at him between sips. You looked around and then looked at him, the question clear in your eyes.

“Hm, Jimin’s gone now. He helped clean you up and left, we… we did not know if you wanted him here for the after. Or if at all. Or… if you still wanted me.”

It was strange, seeing this difference in him. Namjoon was so confident, especially in the bedroom, and after finding out the truth about him, you could not imagine he would ever be this timid.

“I still want you, Joon,” you could barely speak, but you wanted to reassure him, hugging him tightly. He needed you at this moment as much as you needed him. “I just have some questions, but I still love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n. And I’ll answer whatever you want.” He was eager to respond, his relief apparent in his voice.

“The first question is… can we have fun with Jimin again another time?”

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Boss's son

Summary: Ginny is an auror in training, with few hours of fun in her schedule, but when one night she decides to go to a guy's house and enjoy her youth, she is surprised by the discovery that she had sex with her boss's son

prompt: "You’ve got to stop doing that" "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me wanna kiss you"

"Mum thinks I'm dating you".

Notes: I thought I couldn't finish this, really, I found myself stuck and not knowing where to go with the story, but then some things happened and I managed to finish it.

Thank you very much to Dusk who read and helped me, and thank to @clarensjoy who made this incredible event to celebrate this incredible date!

I feel that this role reversal would be good to write, and it really was, I think the idea of Ginny being an auror ... Chief's kiss :)

AO3

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Ginny Weasley

Ginny did not have many fears, she had joined the Aurors in less than three years and until now she had faced death many times to be frightened by small things that other people could easily be haunted by. Dementors no longer scared her, nor Death Eaters, or anything like that, Ginny was no longer scared like a puppy in distress. She had learned to deal with situations, Mr Potter was a great boss - she would never say otherwise - but he also scared his pupils like no one else, saying that being on the alert was the best way to be a good Auror.

'Good aurors do not shake when they see the danger, they assess the situation and try to find the solution as soon as possible. Take a minute, and you will be dead.' He said in defense classes, standing on the podium with that typical scowl on him, arms crossed, watching the students trying to knock down the mannequins around the room.

But now, Ginny was mortified.

She felt her knees tremble, and she even felt the high heel in her fingers almost falling to the most manicured marble floor she had ever seen in her life. Her eyes were wide open, an immense desire to disappear completely, or to oblivion the man in front of her.

Her boss. Oblivion her fucking boss.

Ginny almost never had time to go out with guys, she went to the bar, drank, and then came home too tired to endure a round of bad sex, with some man who would cry in her ear about how hot she was and how he couldn't take it any longer. She would rather sleep, and later use her fingers, than have to put up with these guys, and clean up the mess later.

Yesterday however, it was a different day, Mr Potter, the most serious man Ginny had ever met in her life, was happy and told her that he was celebrating twenty years of marriage. They were in a distant village, checking a call from a lady who said she saw a wizard kill another one around those parts, but even that didn't seem to be able to wipe the smile off the man's face.

'Twenty years. Can you believe it?' He sighed, looking over to where the woman said there was a body, kicking what was filthy wrapped in old newsprint. Just a dead dog. 'Twenty years...'

'You look very happy,' Ginny said. 'Congratulations, Mr Potter.'

'Thank you, Miss. Weasley, and yes, I am very happy.' The man once again assured that the place was clean before checking to see if there were any dark arts nearby, or on the animal. Nothing. 'Come on, we just wasted time here.'

She had left earlier that day, Mr Potter said he was too happy to be sitting at the office table waiting for something to happen, and since she was his pupil, and she would also have to sit around waiting for some action, she could leave earlier.

Ginny didn't know much to do with that free time, she was usually always bogged down with work, so when Luna asked her out, she accepted. It was a nice night, the bar was not so crowded, there weren't so many disgusting guys leaning against her and whispering in her ear, and she was really enjoying the night, happy, laughing, talking to her friends, drinking, until she saw him.

He was sitting a few tables away, with some Arrows players, drinking and laughing out loud, drawing the attention of all the women around. At first, Ginny thought he was doing it to get attention, messing up his hair like an idiot, throwing his head back to laugh, talking loudly and rocking in his chair. But when a blonde went to talk to him, the boy seemed surprised by the attention, and even blushed, before smiling and politely denying, saying something more to her - this time, in a low voice.

The mysterious man looked at Ginny then, catching her in the act, his eyes behind the round glasses seeming to sparkle with amusement. He bit his lip and raised his beer mug in a silent toast. She did the same, wishing she hadn't been hit hard by him.

'Hello.' He said when Ginny went to the bar to get another round. The man didn't touch her, not even her shoulders, or whisper in her ear. He kept a good distance, smiling politely and ordering his beers.

'Hi.' Ginny smiled, leaning against the counter, feeling a little stupid for wanting the man to notice how beautiful her legs looked in those black skirts. 'Isn't the blonde your type?' She asked, a little sassy because of the alcohol, and also a little affected by how beautiful his green eyes were, stuck in her face as she spoke.

'No. I just came to drink. 'He put his hand on the counter, and Ginny didn't know if it was a way to show that there was no ring on his fingers, or just something casual. Anyway, she realized how all his fingers were free of any silver or gold. 'Is that you?'

'Too. My boss gave me an hour off. It doesn't happen every day. 'She smiled, shrugging.

'An asshole boss?' He raised his eyebrow, leaning on the counter too, now a little closer to her, but without touching her.

'Sometimes.' She joked.

Now Ginny felt mortified, standing on the stairs with her shoes in hand, her hair in a messy and badly done bun, and probably still with makeup traces on her face. Besides that bite mark on her neck. She was taking the walk of shame in front of her boss. The boss that she said was an asshole - sometimes - last night.

She had fucked with her boss's son! Merlin, how stupid she had been to overlook the similarities.

Standing now, looking at Mr. Potter, Harry was an identical copy of him, only a few years younger, and his eyes, of course, that were green. But still, she couldn't even believe it.

Ginny looked like a bitch in front of her boss.

'Good morning.' It was he who said it first, his eyes wide, seeming to try at all costs to remain in her face. Ginny suddenly felt almost naked, thinking about how that shirt was low-cut.

'Good morning, Mr Potter,' she replied, startled, holding tightly to the wooden railing, thinking about how Harry had pressed her there, almost fucking her on the stairs. Ginny swallowed.

The man just nodded, walking hurriedly into the kitchen, his cheeks flushed and avoiding looking at her as much as possible. Ginny ran out of the house as fast as she could, not even waiting to see if he was going to ask her out for breakfast. Merlin, she would see you at work in less than an hour!

Ginny apparated to her home, safe and without a boss catching her leaving his son's room, after having sex with the hottest man she had ever met. By Merlin's underpants, she was lost.

[...]

The atmosphere between the two was completely tense, Ginny and James barely met each other's eyes, or talked in general, she remained at her desk working with the papers they were carrying out, while Mr. Potter remained in his own office, calling her rarely .

Her career was ruined.

Mr. Potter would never refer her to any job again, and maybe he would trade her for the idiot Elliot. Elliot did not have sex with his son and sneaked out the next morning.

It wasn't hidden at least, she needed to work and Harry was sleeping, she left a note saying that.

'Miss. Weasley, come here please.' He called her, as he usually did, but now it seemed that all of her teachings about never letting your opponent realize that you were scared, had gone down the drain. Ginny could already taste the dismissal.

‘Yes, Mr. Potter?’ Ginny stopped at his office door, her knees trembling behind her pants, her hands sweating.

‘Please come in and close the door.’ She would be fired, or changed. Elliot the idiot was going to win the job she had worked so hard to get. She would never be a well-qualified Auror now, she would remain working only as a watchman for the rest of her life. Forget about promotions, trips to specializations, forget about even missions in the field, she would stay locked up in the office forever, visiting only the old women who always thought they had seen something.

All this because she wanted to have sex with a hot guy.

‘About today earlier-’

'I'm sorry, Mr. Potter.' Ginny interrupted him. ‘I didn’t want it to happen, if I had known-’

'I think if you want to apologize, it will have to be for my son and not for me.' James smiled, his cheeks slightly flushed. He took off his glasses to clean them, but Ginny thought it was an excuse for not having to look her in the eye. ‘About today earlier, I don’t think either of us wants to argue about or keep reminiscing about the event. Maybe we should just forget that we saw each other, and go on with life like that ... I think Harry was a little ... er ... worried about not seeing you for breakfast, but I didn't say anything to him. I would, of course, invite you to join us, but when I came back you were already gone...'

'Thank you.' Ginny sighed. ‘What happened in the morning?’

'That is why I chose you as my pupil, Miss. Weasley.' James also sighed, adjusting his glasses on his face. 'But I must tell you that Harry is coming to have lunch with me. If you want to .. I don’t know, leave early for lunch… I don’t know how your relationship with my son is… ’

'It's okay.' She tried not to remember that she had spoken badly about her boss to Harry. Harry's father. ‘Thank you, Mr. Potter, again.’

'You're welcome.'

Ginny didn't want to prove that she was a coward running away from Harry, or to make Mr. Potter think she had any reason to run away from him. So Ginny stayed, stomping her feet anxiously and trying to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her, arranging everything in folders and in alphabetical order, handing out some papers over the tables of the other Aurors who didn't even seem to notice her nervousness, all too busy.

When the big clock struck midday and the elevator opened on their floor, Ginny felt her blood run cold, hearing footsteps approaching and people looking more excited about whoever had entered. Her hand was shaking like a beginner's, trying to detach the sheet.

‘Ginny?’ Her voice called out to him, softly, as if he didn’t want people to look at her. She thanks. 'You work here?'

'Oh, hello Harry.' Ginny finally looked at him, dropping the scrolls and keeping her hands in her lap, watching the boy in front of her. In the daylight he looked even more handsome, messy and dark hair that she remembered to be soft and smelling, a stubble that had pinched her skin in a good way, mesmerizing green eyes, a pink mouth that had done a lot of wonders with her ... The man was a God, looking beautiful even in jeans torn at the knees, a black T-shirt and boots. The cover was open, but Ginny did not fail to notice that the fabric appeared to be of the best quality, held by a single buttercup near his neck. 'Yes.'

'Why didn't you tell me?' He continued to speak softly, but everyone was already starting to turn their necks to try to understand what the hell the chief's son was doing standing at poor Ginny's table.

Now that there was enough light and there was no alcohol running through her body, she thought it was obvious that Harry was James' son. She had been so silly.

‘I didn’t think it was important.’

'Oh, I see you guys met.' Mr Potter interrupted them, which Ginny would thank him later, his hand on his son's shoulder, looking at Ginny and then at Harry, who had a confused look on his face. 'Harry, let's have lunch and let Miss. Weasley can too, we don't want the woman to miss her time, do we?' The squeezing on his son's shoulder seemed to make the man wake up, and like his father, Harry smiled.

'Right. It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Weasley. Have a nice day.'

[...]

When Ginny left work, it was as if a giant was coming off her shoulders, and she felt more tired than usual because of the tension. After lunch, the other Aurors did not seem to have swallowed the story that Harry and Ginny had first met that morning, and of course she overheard some guys saying that it was how she got the job of pupil.

Great, she thought, it was all I wanted.

Ignore the years of studying, the sleepless nights, the exhausting post-workout where she cried in the bath, the times she thought about giving up - and almost did - but was stopped by her brothers or her parents, and all those tiring missions that James seemed to do just to exhaust the Aurors and see who could still stand.

Forget all that, she got the job after swallowing the boss's son's dick.

Ginny quickened her pace, angry as never before, feeling that she needed to get home, take a shower, and do something to de-stress.

‘Hey!’ A voice called from behind her, and because of all the tension surrounding her and the training, Ginny squeezed her wand around her waist. 'Can we talk?' A slightly sweaty, pink-cheeked Harry stopped in front of her. He didn't even seem to be feeling the icy weather of March, wearing only sweatpants and a jacket, carrying a bag with him.

'What do you want to talk about?' She pressed the cloak against herself, feeling a little shiver, but maybe it was not about the cold but about the fact that the man looked even hot that way.

'Wow, you don't have to be defensive, I'm not here to fight.' He held up his hands. 'Do you want to go somewhere else? Maybe have a coffee? ’

Ginny knew inside that she shouldn't accept, not after knowing how he felt inside her, on top of her, kissing her body, sucking and licking certain parts, how he moaned her name and held her against him when he came, as if he wanted to be sure that she would feel what she did to him.

It was not a safe plan, it was a suicide mission.

'Of course, it will be better,' she said, ignoring all the warnings that it would not end well. Harry smiled, picking up the backpack he had placed on the floor and walking beside her, in silence.

His scent seemed to fill all around her, and Ginny had to work hard not to show that it was affecting her.

They didn't take long to arrive at the coffee shop, it was close by and Ginny's favorite to eat after a stressful day. All the meals were delicious, a warmth in the heart after a bad time. The decor was cheerful, in contrast to the gray London, the walls were colorful, the tables a cream color with flower pots in the middle, and it was as if winter or bad weather never arrived inside that environment. It was always summer there. The owner, Mrs. Rodrigues, was a friendly and adorable Brazilian, always smiling and talking to whoever came in.

'Hello, Miss Weasley, how are we on that gray afternoon?' The woman asked, with an accent that said she was not from there.

'Now, better than before.' Ginny smiled. ‘Just smelling your carrot cake, I’m already happy.’

'No, dear, don't say that or I will get used to it.' Mrs. Rodrigues blushed, and then smiled at Harry beside Ginny, fixing the white cap on her voluminous hair. ‘What will the two want today?’

'The carrot cake and the Pão de Queijo basket, please.' Ginny asked.

'A coffee, and ... the carrot cake too,' Harry said.

Mrs. Rodrigues wrote down and smiled at both of them, indicating an empty table further down, near the window and the various flowers that Ginny still did not know how she did to keep them alive, and the two went there, in silence, with only the Brazilian music playing in a pleasant volume filling the lack of conversation between them, the voice of some couples and teenagers was mixed by the environment.

'I didn't know you were my boss's son, I have to say that.' Ginny broke the silence first, looking at Harry in front of her, anxious hands playing with the flower pot on the table.

'If you knew...?' Harry seemed nervous for the answer, arms crossed on the table, green eyes fixed on her, waiting for Ginny to say what he should already know.

‘We wouldn’t have gone out together.’ She smiled sadly. 'You understand why, right? I mean, your dad is my boss, he wouldn’t see it in a good way, and my coworkers would think, in fact they already think, that I used this to get to be where I am.’

‘If you want to know, my dad has been trying to get me out with you since he met you.’ Harry said as if talking about the weather, shrugging and smiling, never diverting her attention. ‘I think he was just surprised that he didn’t know you were there, maybe he expected me to say that I went out with you or that someone would tell him, to see you there in the morning, it was something he didn’t expect.’

‘Did you know who I was at the bar?’

'No! No, I didn't know who you were. He was talking about his pupil, and all your qualities as an auror, and seriously, I don't think I've ever seen him speak so well of one of his young aurors.' Ginny wouldn't express, of course, but she felt a little of pride inside her, thinking of the times that Mr Potter put her into more rigid training than the others, just because "she learned faster than the others." He really believed in her potential! Take that, Elliot. ‘Mum thinks I'm dating you, after she heard you were there… She was a little upset that you ran away.’

'I didn't run away,' Ginny defended herself, laughing softly when she saw Harry laugh, imagining that she should be blushing like never before.'I needed to come to work, and I met my boss at the house of the guy I had sex with, there was no way I could stay for coffee.'

'You could.' Harry shrugged. 'Sorry I didn't warn you about my parents, it never happened before, and I was a little too busy.' He blinked, in the way that made Ginny feel like jelly, the slightly arched black eyebrow and the little smile that did it all seem a little too erotic for that afternoon. He didn't even seem to be trying to do that.

'What did not happen? You taking one of your father's Aurors to your home?' She joked, just to dissipate that heat that took over her body, and to remind her of who she was talking to. Son of your boss, son of your boss, son of your boss, Ginny repeated in her mind.

'That too, but I say about taking girls, in general, at home.' Harry licked his lips when the waiter brought their orders, smiling at both of them and apologizing for interrupting the conversation, placing the basket of Pão de Queijo in the middle of the table for the two, and the piece of cake in front of each other, in addition to Harry's coffee.

Ginny's stomach rumbled when she saw the delicious warm and fragrant Pão de Queijo, together with the delicious smell of carrot cake and brigadeiro, she even felt a little less nervous now that she had something else to pay attention to, other than the mesmerizing eyes from Harry.

None of them spoke much after they started eating, other than the moans of satisfaction they shared as soon as they ate the first pão de queijo, focused only on eating that delicious delicacy and letting the music take over their thoughts, as if it were normal for Harry and her shared a table in the afternoon, eating together and being used to the moment.

It was so simple to be with him, so familiar, that it scared Ginny a little bit, whenever she stopped to analyze.

'I feel like you're not going to accept that I ask you out, now that I know about your concern for your co-workers?' Harry asked, pulling the plate of cake closer and picking up a piece, looking focused on just looking at the slice, instead of for Ginny, and she missed his eyes on her.

'It's complicated,' she admitted, looking at her own slice. 'There are not many women in the Auror Department and they already think that I managed to be where I am, just because I did something for your father, and not because I deserved it and worked hard. You understand? It’s a little more difficult for us women to inhabit predominantly male places.’

'I understand.' Harry looked at her, and he didn't seem upset that she denied his request, he seemed upset about the reason that made her do this. 'But you know that you cannot live, listening and taking what they say about you as truth, you know? I'm not saying that for you to go out with me, it’s not that, it's just because ... Everything my father says about you, made me understand that he chose you because you were good, very good, in what you did. You know you are, and how you made it this far, is not what others will say that will change that. They don’t know anything.’

[...]

The days passed faster than Ginny expected, after the meeting with Harry, the hours were confused between studying for the test that would take place at the end of the month and working, Mr Potter did not comment on his son, and Harry did not appear for more. there too. Now that she was paying attention, Ginny noticed that there was a picture of the boy in the chief's office, Harry, a child, teenager, and adult, wearing the Arrows' uniform.

He also started to appear in the newspaper, now that he had officially joined the team, and it wasn't just a reserve, so Ginny ended up seeing him during breakfast, stamping the sports column.

She also saw him at night, before going to sleep, when they were calling to talk in the mirror, the two tired, telling about what the day had been like. She said she couldn't accept going out with him, not being a friend.

Although she thought things that friends did not think about each other, and sometimes Harry flirted with her, without much pretension, seeming to just do it naturally.

‘You’ve got to stop doing that’ He said, biting his lower lip as if he wanted to hold himself back from laughing, lying shirtless while talking to her, who was putting the books in the drawer, getting ready to go to bed.

'Doing what?' Ginny asked, taking the mirror from the dresser and going to the bed, leaving the candle light still on so he could see it.

‘Saying things that make me wanna kiss you’

'Harry ...' Ginny warned him, blushing like a tomato, only to hear him laugh and blink those beautiful green eyes towards her.

"I'm not doing anything, besides, your exams are next week, which means I'm almost close to being able to take you on a real date." They had agreed this, in fact, it was Ginny who brought it up. a week after the James incident, just because she started thinking hard about how good that night had been, and how much better it would be if there was no alcohol in her blood and she didn't have to face the boss the next morning, before she even brushed the teeth.

After she took the test, they could leave, but still, it was very public until the result came out. Ginny didn't want anyone to doubt her ability, nor did the fact that dating Harry influence James' thinking.

'But then, there is still a week to go.' She reminded him.

'How are you feeling?'

'Anxious,' she admitted, thinking again about how easy it was to open up to Harry. 'How was the training today?' He moved, the noise of the sheets making her think things inappropriate for that moment.

'Tiring, I have pain in my thighs.' Harry made a lovely face, his nose slightly wrinkled.

'Poor thing about you.' Ginny tuned her voice as if she were talking to a baby, which made the man laugh, something that always made Ginny have her ego boosted a thousand times.

Harry looked cute laughing.

'You could come here and help me, I know that Aurors know how to do very good healing spells.' He blinked, and this time it was Ginny who laughed.

'Shut up. Good night, Harry. 'Ginny felt and saw that her cheeks got even hotter, but Harry didn't seem affected, he seemed to approve of that.

'Good night, Weasley ... One week, I'm counting.' He smiled, and something inside her trembled in excitement and excitement so that the week would pass soon.

'I know you do, Potter. Bye. ’

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crashdevlin · 4 years

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Centerfold 4- Memory’s Been Sold

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Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo squares. This chapter fills my Slutty Omega square and is rated E for Explicit.

Summary: Dean is living the normal-boring life with Lisa. When he opens the newest Playboy, he gets the shock of his life.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Beta!Lisa, Alpha!Dean x Reader (memory)

Word count: 2083

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! , masturbation, pornography, mentions of multiple partners, mentions of fem-fem porn

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Dean pulled his pickup into the gas station down the street from Lisa’s house...his house. He had a house. He had a home, a family, an 8-5 job on a construction crew. He had...a real life. A real boring life. He was bored, but he supposed it was normal to feel bored, right?

“Hey, Jerry. The coffee fresh?” Dean asked as he walked into the convenience store.

“Half hour old,” the clerk, Jerry, answered with a smile. “And, uh, it’s Tuesday!”

Dean chuckled as he grabbed a thick paper cup and poured dark, bitter liquid into it. “New mags came in, huh?”

“Yeah. The Penthouse center is hot as hell, man. Oh, and the Playmate of the Month is the hottest omega I’ve ever fuckin’ seen!”

Dean laughed as he fitted the top on the cup. “Well, bring ‘em out, man. You know I’m gonna buy ‘em.” He took a drink as he walked up to the counter. Jerry had a Penthouse and a Playboy on the counter already. “They’re that good, huh?”

“Dude...especially the omega Playmate, man. She is smoking hot.”

Dean set the coffee on the counter and picked up the Playboy, slipping it out of the sleeve and looking at the cover. The cover was a woman, Taffy Rose according to the tiny script on the bottom next to the photographer credit, in a strawberry-print bikini and bunny mask. Hot, but nothing special. Nothing different or new. But he flipped the magazine open to the center and gasped.

“Holy shit.” The bunny mask was gone, her body on full display except the bits of skin hidden by the pink feather boa. His throat went dry. His cock got hard in jeans. His head felt like it might explode.

“I know, right?!” Jerry exclaimed, happily. “Isn’t she the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Yeah. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever…” Dean’s voice trailed off as he focused on her neck. No mark. He hoped they hadn’t photoshopped one out. She was the hottest thing he’d ever touched, tasted, the best thing he’d ever missed out on...Taffy Rose, Y/n Y/l/n...his omega. Dean cleared his throat and tried to close the magazine, but he couldn’t. She’d grown up so beautiful and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “She, uh...she been in anything I might’ve seen?”

“I don’t know, Dean. I’m Googling her name as soon as I get home. I suggest you do the same, man.”

“Yeah. Uh...I’m just gonna...I’m just gonna take the Playboy. I’ll get the Penthouse next time, Jer.” Dean threw a ten on the counter and walked out with the magazine, leaving his coffee behind and not even caring. He sat in his truck cab for a few minutes, staring at her photo. Y/n went into porn. Whoever would have thought that sweet little innocent young woman with the overprotective parents would- “Actually, no, that makes sense.”

He rubbed his hand over his erection as he looked at the ‘fuck me’ look in her eyes. It didn’t take long for his mind to drift back to her under him, holding him, letting out gasping cries as he fucked her, that look in her eyes as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

His cock softened as he remembered getting on the phone with her to tell her he was leaving.

He felt like he was going to cry when the line clicked. “Y/l/n Residence!”

“Y/n, it’s Dean.”

“Oh, hey! I just got finished washing every surface you touched,” she said, giggling. That giggle tugged at his heart. “I can’t wait to see you again, though. It was so worth the cleaning time.”

“Yeah, uh...it was awesome, baby, but...my, uh, my dad called.”

“Oh?” Dean could almost hear the heartbreak in her voice.

“Yeah. He...got word of a job in Connecticut. He’s pickin’ us up tomorrow.” There was silence on the line for a minute. “Y/n?”

“You’re leaving?” she squeaked.

“Yeah.” Dean had to fight the tears. “Yeah, we’re leaving.”

“But...what about...I...am I gonna get to see you again at all?”

“Not unless you can sneak out tonight. Dad’ll be here in the morning. We’ll be gone before noon.”

“Oh God.”

Dean took a deep breath and started the truck, driving home with a pit in his stomach. He immediately hid the magazine in his desk and sat in the rolling desk chair. He looked around to make sure Lisa and Ben were both out of the den area, hoping they were out of the house, before pulling up Google and searching for ‘Taffy Rose omega xxx’. Several thousand results popped up, so Dean went to the first. A video on Pornhub labeled ‘Sweet omega Taffy seduces her best friend Kat at a sleepover’. Dean swallowed and licked his lips, turning his volume down almost all the way and clicking on the video. She looked fairly innocent, without looking fake, which was a feat of its own considering he knew he was watching porn. The other actress wasn’t pulling it off anywhere near as well, especially the overacted reaction to ‘Taffy’ kissing her.

Dean could remember making out with her when she was just a little younger than the 18 year old she was pretending to be on his screen and it filled him with yearning to see her wrap her arms around this other woman’s neck and pull her in for a passionate kiss. He watched a little longer before hitting the back button and started searching through more and more results.

‘Omega Taffy Rose and her hot omega stepmom’ ‘Taffy Rose fucks her best friends’ ‘Sunny Sweets and Taffy Rose Turth or dare’ ‘Batgirl and Supergirl caught by Poison Ivy’

“Holy shit, she’s the hottest Supergirl,” Dean whispered, as he pulled his dick out of his jeans and started pumping it. It occurred to him, as he lazily jacked off and clicked through the ‘Taffy Rose’ tag on XNXX .com, that she was always with other women, usually other omegas. It took him forty minutes of clicking to find ‘Beta Brad Bull wants to know what omega tastes like’.

Not a single alpha in any of her videos, and not a mark on her neck, despite the fact that so many of her omega co-stars had marks that they had failed to cover no matter the makeup they used. And Brad and Taffy didn't go further than oral.

"That's weird," Dean whispered, tucking his dick back into his boxers but leaving the jeans open in a V. "Usually 'mega actresses are getting knotted every other scene."

He clicked off of the porn site and went back to Google, searching 'Taffy Rose alpha'. He found several blogs asking why a porn actress was unmated, some wondering how she could be in this business without fear of being taken by force, and some judging her for doing porn in the first place, but eventually he found an interview with her. He turned up the volume a bit and started it.

"Taffy, you have just burst on the scene and you've been staring in so many films this past year, it's crazy how popular you are all of a sudden!"

"Yeah, it is. I mean, I just started this as a fun way to make some money and now it's a full-on career!" Dean gasped at her voice. It was deeper than he remembered, seasoned with age, but that giggle at the end was exactly the same. That giggle made his heart hurt.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Now, I've noticed, and I'm not the only one, that you seem to favor lesbian scenes. Is that a personal preference, a reference to your actual sexuality, or-"

"Oh, no! I love guys. I live for cock, but…” Dean’s dick twitched at that. Why did her voice sound so musical...especially saying something so filthy? “I don't fuck alphas and there's a lot more work for an omega willing to fuck another omega than an omega willing to fuck a beta."

"Now, why don't you fuck alphas? It would seem a natural thing for you, right?"

She looked down, a bit of the bashful teen girl showing on her face. "Um...I just...it's dangerous, since I'm not mated...and it's special, ya know?” She bit her bottom lip and looked back up and Dean’s jaw dropped. “I may be a slut, but I can't fuck some random alpha and take his knot. I've never taken a knot and...probably never will."

"Fuck, I'd give anything to have you on my knot, Y/n," Dean whispered as the door opened and Lisa and Ben entered. Dean scrambled to exit out of the browser and cover the open jeans with his t-shirt. Reality crashed down on him. There was his family. There was his beta girlfriend and her son...his boy whether by blood or not. “H-hey, honey. How was work?”

“It was good. How was your day, Dean?” she asked, walking over to the desk in the den.

“It was-it was a day,” he answered, tilting his head to allow her to kiss his cheek.

“What’s this?” Lisa asked, pulling open the half-closed desk drawer. She gasped and slammed the drawer closed when she saw the magazine. “I cannot believe you!” she snapped.

“Come on, Lees, it’s just a Playboy,” Dean defended.

“‘Just a Playboy’? Dean, you’re living with a teen boy now! You can’t have this stuff! You can’t expose him to-”

Dean scoffed and stood, looking down into her eyes. “Lisa, I promise you that boy knows about porn and knows how to find the good stuff online. My Playboy is probably too tame for him.”

“How dare you? Ben would never-”

“Yeah? Check his browser history.” Dean rolled his eyes and stepped around her, walking out of the house and to the garage. He grabbed the cover and pulled it up just enough to open the door and climb into the front seat of the Impala. He took a minute to let a wave of nostalgia roll over him at the feel and smell of his baby before he settled back, legs kicked out and jeans shimmied down enough to pull his cock out.

He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his base. He could see Y/n in his mind. He could hear her laugh. He could see her smile, the way her eyes lit up when he said her name. He started moving his hand up and down his length as he remembered the way Y/n looked at him the first time he sunk his dick into her.

He ran his thumb across the head and gasped as he remembered her digging her nails into his shoulder muscles, how innocent she sounded when she said ‘I think you can go faster’, the way she whimpered with every thrust, the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and babbled his name, the way she whispered ‘harder’ and thanked him when he grabbed her white wood headboard and started pounding into her like the alpha he was. He wanted nothing more than to knot her, but she couldn’t take it.

She could take it now. He wanted to fill her and knot her and make her scream. He wanted to hear her moan and giggle and gasp and-

His breath caught as cum shot out of his cock, splashing over his hand. He gasped in a breath before another stream of semen left him. “Fuck.” Dean fucked himself through his climax until there was absolutely nothing left for him to give and then he slumped into the leather.

He was suddenly filled with despair. He found her. His omega, the one that got away, the one woman his mind returned to in quiet moments. He found her, but she was in the San Fernando Valley in California and he was in Cicero...with Lisa and her boring, normal life. Lisa and her son that she coddled. Beta Lisa that sent him away when he went into rut, who would never be able to take a knot. He loved that Lisa took him in, nursed him back from the brink of breakdown, but the yearning he had pushed down since he was sixteen years old was now back with a burning vengeance.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

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stressedkitkatttt · 4 years

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Let The Games Begin - Christopher

The time has arrived my lovely people. The first part for Let The Games Begin. Sorry it took so fucking long, I kind of had some writers block with this until the idea just popped into my head. Plus school just started up again and that takes priority. So, I hope this lives up to your expectations expectations - after all, the teaser post has 34 notes. Yay!

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut(obviously), sex in a semi-public place, Christopher being Christopher, Chris/You being a tease(I'm teasing you guys some more after making you wait for so long, it's worth it though :)), a slow burn(sort of), my horrible Spanish(I'm not learning Spanish from a specific place so it's probably all over the place 😂)

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You were CNCO's biggest secret. Not only were you good friends with them, but you were a really good friend. They invited you to their shows and loved to hang out with you after their shows or a hard-working day. But since they had such busy schedules, some of their needs were pushed aside. Until they invited you to come on tour with them. With the stress of interviews, long work hours, and dancing on stage, things behind the scenes can get hectic.

You turned it into a little game - whoever found you first could get you all to himself for the rest of the night. You would hide in plain sight but when one of them was ready to swoop in and take you for the night, you disappeared. With the stress of the workday, combined with the frustration of playing a game of cat-and-mouse, it was no surprise to you the hard romp in the sheets that ensued that night with whoever was lucky enough to catch you. Or whoever you deemed lucky enough to catch you. No matter the case, both of you ended up satisfied by the end of the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The boys had a good year and wanted to celebrate. So what better way to do that then to go to the club and dance the night away? Clubs weren't really your thing but if the boys invited you, how could you say no? Plus, it only added to the tension and atmosphere of the game.

Going to the club was all Richard and Chris' idea. So that's what you did. After a hard day of interviews and whatnot, you guys changed into more appropriate attire suited for a club. You chose a simple black dress, that fits just right; hugging your body snugly but loose enough to allow you to dance with some black heels.

You're in your hotel room in the bathroom, applying some lipstick and making some final touches to yourself when there's a knock on the door. You look through the peep-hole and see the boys crowded around the door. You smile and open the door. "Hello boys," you lean against the door and push your chest out just a little to show off your cleavage. You don't miss the hungry looks in their eyes as they practically devour you with their eyes. You step aside and gesture for them to come in.

"Damn, mami," Richard exclaims as he walks past you. When they're all sprawled out inside your room, you shut the door and lean against the wall. Zabdiel and Joel take a seat on your bed while Richard and Erick are leaning against the dresser. Chris is last to come in and stays next to you as you shut the door.

"Are you ready to go, hermosa?" He gets cheeky and pushes you against the wall, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint within his chocolate ones and a signature smirk on his lips. He leans in and his lips brush against your neck, tongue peeking out from his mouth to tease a sensitive spot on your neck, making a shiver run down your spine. The others aren't too happy with Chris' attitude and become very vocal about it.

You laugh and push on his shoulders, making him step back, and you return to the bathroom to finish up your makeup. "I'm almost ready. You guys go to the club and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes." You bend over the sink a little to get a closer look as you do your eyelashes. You can see Zabdiel and Joel on the bed from the bathroom mirror and can feel their heated gaze on your back.

There's some shuffling before Richard appears in the bathroom doorway and comes up behind you, pulling your hips flush against his groin. His arms wrap around your waist and his lips find the back of your neck. "Don't be late, cariño." He pulls away and gives your ass a smack before walking out with the others.

You hear the door shut and you take a deep breath and let it out slowly. You can't help but smile for two reasons. One is because your looking hella fine in the dress and the second reason is because of your situation. Never in a million years did you think that you would be with some of the hottest boys ever, let alone fucking them. How many girls can say as much? Not that you went bragging to anybody, this was between you and them. Your little secret.

"What are you smiling about?" Christopher's voice echoed in the small bathroom, making you jump. He walks in and the air is electrified. The tension between you two is thick, making it hard to breathe and your heart beat faster. He walks behind you and grabs your hands, laying them flat against the counter and putting hands over yours. He pushes himself against you, his hard-on poking your lower back and his cologne mixing with your perfume. He leans his head down into your neck to inhale the vanilla scent of your body wash. "Why are you smiling, hm?" He repeats himself.

You meet his eyes through the mirror, "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to be with five of the hottest men I've ever known." He hums against your neck, a devilish, signature Christopher smile graces his lips. "Why aren't you at the club?"

He pulls back a little. "I wanted to be with you, you know? We can skip the club and you know....." He grinds himself, groaning at the friction it gives him. You turn around to sit on the counter, seeing his eyes dilate.

He leans in for a kiss but you stop him. "Nuh-uh, the game hasn't started yet. You know the rules." You have a smug smirk on your face while Chris tries to pull a puppy-dog look, thinking he can win this way. You smile at the attempt. You grip his chin, "Nice try Chris, but it's gonna take more than that to get me to break."

He sighs and stands up, knowing that he can't win this fight. "Alright then, nena, you win for now," he suddenly leans in close, "pero será mejor que te prepares porque eres todo mío esta noche." He pulls away, making sure to let his hands linger in certain places longer before he walks out.

To say you were a little flustered would be an understatement. Your thighs clenched together for friction. You get off the counter and look at yourself in the mirror, taking some deep breaths to calm the nerves. Fixing some wrinkles on the dress you deem yourself perfect and go to grab your shoes. You make sure everything is perfect one last time before you walk out of your room and towards the hotel elevator, Chris still on your mind. This was going to be an interesting night.

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The second you entered the club, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You spotted the boys almost immediately. It was kind of hard not to spot them. They were in a booth semi-hidden by the massive crowd of people on the dancefloor. You kept a note on them as you walked over to the bar, ordering your favorite drink. As you take a sip, you look over and watch the boys reject some girls for a dance. You can't help but let a smile grace your lips at the thought of knowing those girls can never have what you do.

After taking another sip, you decide to start the game. You mingle with the crowd on the dancefloor, moving your hips to the beat of the song. You keep a close watch on the booth and notice that the boys are actively looking for you but haven't spotted you. Suddenly there's a break in the crowd, giving the boys a clear sight of you. Once they spot you, they don't take their eyes off of you. The game has begun.

You watch as they leave the booth and spread out on the dancefloor. This is where it gets dangerous; being in such a crowded place and with five boys to look out for can lead to one of them easily sneaking up behind you and claiming you for night. So far you only have Erick and Joel in your sights. That is not good. Those two weren't the ones you needed to worry about.

Still moving along with the beat of the song, you spin around and spot Zabdiel grinding against some blonde girl who had one too many to drink. The thing about this game is it didn't just affect the boys - it affected you too. A double-edged sword if you will. Seeing him grind against that girl, you'd be lying if it didn't spark some jealousy within you. And although you know it means nothing except to rile you up, you can't but feel this way. You were spoiled rotten by these boys and you'll be damned if anyone had even the slightest taste.

You feel someone come up behind you and you turn your head thinking that someone grabbed you until you realize it was a stranger, and a handsome one at that. You smile and begin to grind against him as he grabs your hips and places his lips against your neck. You look back to Zabdiel who now has a spark of jealousy in his dark eyes. You smirk and continue to look for the other two boys.

You found Richard not too far from you and that left you without eyes on Christopher. This isn't good. The longer you don't have eyes on Chris the more chances he has of catching you. You move through the crowd, away from Richard and Zabdiel and more towards Joel and Erick. Joel notices this and moves to another girl, moving him closer to you. You move back a little, putting the same amount of distance between you and him before he moved.

That's when you feel the pair of eyes again. You turn your head but don't see any of the boys looking directly at you at the moment. You turn your head back and see Chris in front of you with some people in between you two. You smile at him and his eyes meet yours, flashing as the lights come and go. He makes a move towards you, dancing with a new girl. Of course, you move back to keep a good distance. You pick a random guy and begin to grind on him, keeping eye contact with Chris.

This continues for a little; he'll make a move towards you and you'll take some steps back. You know Chris is a jealous person by nature, protective of his friends and most of all, you. You can see the jealous rage in his eyes as he continues to make moves towards you and making no progress distance-wise.

Or so you thought.

Getting so caught up in making sure Chris didn't gain on you, you failed to realize that he's pushing you away from the dancefloor. You don't realize this until there's hardly anyone behind you. You look around and notice you're in the back. Away from the other guys. Chris has you cornered. You smile and turn around, walking down the hallway that led to the bathrooms. It wasn't long until you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

A pair of hands grabbed your waist and lips by your ear whispered, "Got you." Chris wasted no time as his lips found your neck and his hands gripping your waist tightly. You let out a moan and reach a hand back to grip his hair, tugging and feeling him grind against you. A muffled 'fuck' was mumbled against your skin and Chris pulled away, turning you to face him and unleashing a searing kiss on your lips. He pushed you against the wall, lifting his knee to rub against your bare heat. "Mm, no panties?"

"Chris," you let out a moan as he lifts your dress up as his hand pushes against your bare core. He runs his fingers through your folds, causing you to throw your head back and body to produce more. He slides one finger inside and your walls hug his finger eagerly. "Chris, papi....." He adds another finger and his lips find the sweet spot on your neck, making a mark.

"Qué necesitas, nena? Dime." He practically purred against your ear. You feel his fingers rub against your sweet spot and you let out another moan. You tried to compose yourself to speak up.

"Más, necesito más," you manage just before his fingers brush against your spot again and you lose all the thoughts in your head.

"More?" He taps a third finger against your nub. As much as it was nice to be stretched out by his fingers, there was something else you wanted, no needed, to stretch you out. You grip his hand and stop him from pumping his fingers.

"Chris, I need.... I need..... your dick. I need your dick inside me, making me scream your name an-" he doesn't let you finish and he unbuckles his pants and shoves his boxers down. He grabs your ass and you jump, wrapping your legs around him and he thrusts in. You both let out a moan and he begins to thrust, not letting you adjust. But it takes moments before all you can feel is pleasure. His hands are gripping you tightly and you know that you're going to have bruises later on - not that you minded, of course.

He holds you tight as sweat begins to form on your foreheads and his grunts and groans next your ear are almost heavenly. "You're so tight, nena. Don't we always fuck you hard enough?" With the amount of sex you have with the boys, it's amazing to think that they still think you're tight. None of them are small by any means so you figured that maybe you would've gotten looser but apparently not.

The knot in your stomach was building up and you tighten a little around Chris. Your hands find his hair as he pounds away at you. You moan breathlessly into his ear and he hears a voice in his head.

Hear that? Her breathless moans? That's all because of you. Those moans are because of you.

He can't help but smirk arrogantly, his ego inflating. "Are you close, baby? I can feel you tightening around my cock. You must be. Am I that good? So good you can't even answer me?" He growls against your ear. You let more moans fall from your lips, the knot in your stomach ready to give way. He reaches down and rubs your clit and whispers, "Cum for me, cariño."

You don't hold back as you let the knot snap and your body shakes with the intensity of the orgasm. Chris is right there beside you, spilling into you moments after, your name leaving his lips in a breathy tone. You both take a moment to catch your breaths, Chris leaning himself against you to keep you from falling. Once you can breathe somewhat normally, he pulls out gently and sets you down, holding you when your legs almost give out.

"Wow...." You say, letting out a small laugh. He agrees and pulls his pants back up. He lifts your chin and kisses you. When you break apart, a string of saliva connects your mouths. You grab Chris's hand and lead him back towards the dancefloor and out of the club towards the hotel stealing kisses from each other.

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2-fast-2-curious · 5 years

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Searching for the right words

Pairing: Auston Matthews x Female Reader

Summary: You and Auston can’t wait to get home after a charity event.

Words: 1220

Warnings: Um where to start...dirty talk, unprotected sex but that’s just the works for me. IDK this just feels really dirty.

A/N: Wishing my baby boy the best of luck in his Game 7.

“Look at the gorgeous girl I get to take home.” Auston said as he filmed you on his phone, you were hiking up your long dress to walk down the stairs. “The hottest thing in this whole fucking room”

“Aus, who are you even recording that for?” You laughed, as you put down your clutch to hand your coat check ticket to the attendant.

Auston shrugged. “Myself, you when I’m on the road you say you don’t feel pretty, maybe I’ll take out the sound and send it to my parents, or your parents.”

“Lots of people want to see you.” You blushed as he ended the video.

“You looked so handsome tonight. You clean up nice, baby.” You hugged yourself close to his side, giving him a kiss on his cheek. You were proud of your boyfriend for being an excellent conversationalist and raising money for charity.

You and Auston were standing against the wall allowing Auston’s hands to reach behind you to squeeze your butt without attracting too much attention. “Fuck, I wanna touch you so badly.”

“You’re touching me now.” You tell him, reaching underneath his suit jacket to caress the muscular torso that was underneath his dress shirt.

“Did they stumble onto Narnia or something?” Auston had been lusting after you ever since you had finished getting ready. He had tried to convince you that he only needed ten minutes but you were not impressed, telling him you didn’t want to risk messing up your hair or makeup. Auston had spent the rest of the night watching you from across the room as he mingled with the gala attendees. “Do you think there’s a closet or something we can sneak off to?”

“Auston” You scolded your boyfriend. “You need to be patient, I’m sure it’s like a maze of black coats in there.”

Auston, leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You’re the one who’s going to need to be patient, Y/N. When we get home and I get my mouth on your-”

You and Auston were interrupted by the attendee handing back your coat. Auston helped you slip it back on as the two of you walked to the valet who already had Auston’s car waiting for you.

“You looks so sexy when you’re driving, Aus.” You sighed. “So focused.”

You tried to sneak your hand to Auston’s thigh but he caught it. You frowned, even as Auston brought your hand to his mouth and gave it a little kiss. “I wasn’t going to do anything Aus.” You fibbed, trying to project an air of innocence. If your dress wasn’t so tight you might’ve considered slowly taking it off while Auston struggled to keep his eyes on the road. Maybe you keep that in mind the next time you went dress shopping.

Luckily you and Auston lived pretty close to the venue so you and Auston didn’t have to wait long to start taking off your clothes. Auston started by taking off his shoes and you reached down to take off yours too. “Keep them on.”

“Aus, my feet hurt.” You pouted, shifting your weight back and forth on your heels.

He took off his suit jacket and hooked an arm under your knees to support you as he literally swept you off your feet. “I think I should just carry you up and down the stairs as part of my offseason workout.” He carried you to the bedroom and gently placed you on the King sized bed. “You’re way more fun to lift than weights.”

You laid back, looking up at Auston with a blissful expression on your face.

“Let me help you with your dress, Y/N.” Auston rolled you over and pulled down the zipper on your dress. It slipped off your hips and Auston took care to make sure the fabric didn’t snag on your stilettos before laying it down on a

“You know those tubes of Pillsbury crescent dough? You pop them open and all the dough spills out, that’s how I feel right now.” You flipped over, watching as Auston pulled his dress pants down his thick thighs.

“Babe if you keep dirty talking like that I’m going to cum in my pants.” He replied sarcastically as you stripped completely naked on the bed, pulling off your shapewear, bra, and panties. You laid back onto the pillows as you waited for Auston to finish getting naked.

“You’re so beautiful.” Auston said, kneeling on the bed, his hands exploring the skin that he couldn’t earlier. The curve of your breasts, the softness of your stomach, the dip of your hips all got Auston’s undivided attention. His erection was heavy between his legs and you wanted him inside you so badly. Auston hovered over you, his cock so close but still too far away as it pressed against your thigh. His mouth sucked kisses across your decolletage, from one shoulder to the other, leaving bruises in their wake. You arched your back, your core wanting to get closer to Auston’s member.

“Such a good girl, getting this juicy little pussy wet for me.” Auston had you hold your legs open, spreading yourself wide while allowing Auston to admire the Louboutins which were still on your feet as well as the pussy between them. He spat on your slit and rubbed his saliva in with his thumb, causing you to moan. He took your legs and rests your ankles on his shoulders, he gently nudged your entrance with his hard cock, as you moaned, your walls fluttering around his tip. As he thrusts deeper, he presses your legs against you.

“Auston, please, I need your cock so badly.” You beg for him in between breathy moans. Auston lifted your hips off the mattress as he grabbed them for leverage to go deeper. When he did that, you swore it felt so good, you saw stars. That was his favourite part of this position. How deep he was able to go to help you reach a new realm of pleasure. Auston continued moving in and out of you, as your body thrashed from the orgasm he had given you.

Auston soothingly stroked your hair. “You did so well for me baby. Gonna cum inside of you, okay?”

You nodded as you felt stream, after stream of hot cum deposit deep inside your cunt. He was momentarily slumped over you as he kept himself inside you for just a moment or two longer. He pulled out and used the tissues on the bedside table to clean up any excess cum that was dripping between your legs.

You yawned and pulled the covers around you as Auston went to the bathroom. “You gonna sleep in those, baby?” Auston asked, coming back with a glass of water and your makeup wipes.

“Maybe.” You replied sleepily, taking his offering. You didn’t want to imagine what your makeup looked like right now. Especially since you had forgotten you were wearing any and had rubbed your eyes.

“Here let me help you.” Auston removed your shoes and massaged the balls of your feet as you cleaned off what was left of your makeup. Auston joined you underneath the covers as the big spoon, tucking his softened length between your slightly sticky thighs to stay warm, his face buried in your neck.

Part 1

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lysitheeea · 6 years

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take it

Pairing: Julian Brandt×f!reader

Fandom: Football

Warnings: smut, swear words

Summary: Filthy times with Julian and Y/N

Take a shot everytime I use a pronoun. finished writing this late at night and I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes

"I almost called you to pick me up and fuck me on the backseat of your car. Pleased?"

Julian's head isn't the only part of his body that raised. It was almost like his dick sensed her. She walked over to him just like a lioness to her prey. Like she was challenging him to do a wrong move so he could be punished. She had a poker face, but her walk was what you see at the gates of heaven. Or hell.

This morning she left to meet with one of her friends for a coffee leaving him alone and needy. He couldn't stop the filfthy fantasies he had. He watched her getting ready, wanting to throw her on the bed when she was getting undressed and rip her clothes apart when she got dressed. When she bend over the desk as she applied makeup, he almost got behind her Finally, he thought about fucking her brains out against the door before she left.

"Yet you pushed me away when I tried to sneak my hand into your panties this morning." His voice was rough. He didn't wanted words, he wanted screams.

"I couldn't leave Sierra alone. Do you want to know what almost got me moaning in public?" She climbed into his lap as he sat on the couch. His hands immediately grabbed her sides and pushed her closer, glad that she was now here and couldn't escape him anymore.

"Hm?"

"She went to your instagram. It was all good until she checked your tagged photos and there was the hottest one I've ever seen. It was you on the field. You had the same look on your face as that time I rode you. Remember? My apartament, almost a month ago. "

He remembered. How could he not? He was tired after practice so she did all the job. He remembered the moment he came, how he screamed her name and how she attacked his neck right after.

"I remember it too well. Anything else about me?" She laughed, throwing her head back and giving Ju a perfect view of her chest.

"Eyes up." He remembered the times he blushed when he got caught staring at her. Now he didn't feel any shame, her body became his own personal heaven and the entry was between her legs.

"She is happy for us. Happy that I met someone who is always gentle with me. If she knew ..."

"I was always gentle until you begged me to make you cry and turn your ass red. It's almost like I'm abusing you." Y/N put her hands on his chest and started to press kisses along his jaw. Ju whispered a "fuck" when he felt her tongue against his neck.

"You're not abusing me. You're abusing something else."

"You're very attached to it."

"Sometimes you are the one more attached to it than me."

Ju slapped her ass. She flinched and stopped her work on his neck. She got down on her knees, right between his legs. She touched both his thighs, slowly parting them. He wasn't wearing boxers, only sweatpants so his erection was very hard and visible. Y/N grabbed his shaft through his pants and placed wet kisses on it, leaving a trail of dark marks. Julian hissed, getting excited about the blowjob he's going to receive. A final kiss was given to the head, before she pulled away.

"Babee, don't tease." He whined. His girlfriend got up and grabbed her phone. A few seconds later, music started to play and it all started to make sense.

She moved her hips by the rhythm while getting closer and closer to the couch. She took off her shirt with wavy motions, revealing the black bra Ju wanted to rip off only a few hours ago. She sat on his lap again, this time with her back facing him. She arched her back offering a good view of her ass and started to twerk.

"Fuck."

He was wordless. Her moves mached perfectly the music, giving the blonde a pleasing feeling everytime her butt cheeks arrived fast then slow on his thighs. She never gave him this type of show until now. She was always sensual to him, even when she didn't tried to be, but this was a whole new level.

"Shake it, love."

She listened to him. For how stubborn his girlfriend could be in their everyday life, she obliged to everything he said during sex. Even if they weren't still on the act.

"Higher." Now she was directly moving on his dick and the blonde could't help but open his mouth to get some air. The feeling and view got him breathless.

He grabbed her hair in a ponytail and gently pulled it. He thanked himself for doing it because she pressed harder and harder against him. He enjoyed this, but he was getting more and more impatient.

Y/N was on her feet again. The lioness reappeard. Those pretty tits of hers were finally free, her nipples being as hard as his dick. She removed her pants painfully slow, teasing her man to the limit. When she climbed in his arms again, Julian couldn't wait anymore. Her bare chest felt good against his clothed one, but all their clothes needed to be gone. His girlfriend must read his mind because the next second she helped him get rid of his shirt.

He pulled her away to remove his pants, then he climbed on top of her. He placed his hands on each side of her and took one of her nipples in his mouth while he grabbed the other boob. She moaned and that angelic sound got him weak. His kisses got lower and lower until he reached his favourite place.

He remembered her on her knees a few moments ago, how she teased him without actually taking his dick in her mouth. So he's going to recieve a taste of her own medicine. He gave her pussy one single kiss over the panties before going higher again.

"Asshole."

"It's fair play."

"Tomorrow I will teach you how to twerk then. Now I want your dick inside of me."

And that's it. Her underwear was gone, replaced by Julian. They both screamed at the feeling of being a whole again. Everytime they did this it felt like their first time. Nothing could compete with this. Everything else beside their bodies didn't matter anymore. Not even the dirty lyrics in the background that could have been written about them.

I’mma work you like a pro, baby

And, you gon’ take it like one

Yeah you gon’ take it like one

"You like it, baby? The way I feel inside you?" Because he loved the way she felt around him. Everything was so wet, so warm and so tight. Perfect. Her pussy took his dick so well, he was convinced it was made just for him.

His hand gently grabbed her throat so he could look her in the eyes. But she barely could keep hers open. She was hypnotized by the way his hips moved against hers. And he needed to hear it.

"Yes. Yes." It was all she could manage. He thrusted himself into her rougher making her yell to the lord.

"Fuck, it's soo good." She threw her head back and her nails scrached his back. The pain only brought even more pleasure, making him give his everything to her.

"C'mon, you can take it." She always took it. Everything he gave her. No matter from what position or at what pace. She was a pro thanks to him.

Y/N gripped his shoulders and he instantly knew what she wanted. She now stood on top of him like a goddess. She was going to rip him apart like one.

"I'm going to show you how well I can take it." She didn't sank down slowly on him like she usually did. She literally jumped on it, surprising the both of them. It was so deep like this. His whole dick was inside her , filling every single place it didn't before.

It was a mess. Y/N was staring down, enjoying what she was seeing. Because of the fast pace and her chaotic mind, she couldn't see cristal clear what was happening. And maybe she didn't need to. Her senses worked very well at this moment. Julian touched her lips with his middle finger (ironically) and she took him inside her mouth like she did with his dick inside her pussy.

The sounds got louder. Y/N may had something in her mouth but that never stopped her from being heard. Ju was groaning, more fantasies walking through his head as the woman on top of him sucked on his finger. Their skin was heard too. Wet sounds filled the room, getting dirtier by the second.

"Close, baby."

Julian came first. He received what he ached for the whole morning and the amazing time when his girl choosed to offer him a show. He emptied himself inside her and he gripped her hips so hard, leaving marks she was going to admire later.

Y/N followed soon after him, screaming like a pornstar, the sansation of his semen inside her being the last she could take for now.

She fell on his chest, close to his heart. The place in which she lived. Her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips. They were panting, getting used to breathing normally again. They were sweaty, flushed and satisfied.

Or so they thought.

"We have to shower. But getting clean isn't the only thing we can do there."

Y/N laughted and pressed her ear against his chest, listenting to his heartbeat that was now getting to its normal pace. She loved him so much. He was the only one she wanted to have moments like these with. No one else. Just him.

"We're fucking like rabbits."

"Like rabbits, huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but it's not a bad thing. Why wouldn't I want to make love to my sweet, caring and loving boyfriend?"

"Well, I can't believe that after all this you decide to compliment my personality."

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kz-i-co · 7 years

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Cinderella

» Summary: After waking up in the morning finding out you had a one night stand with someone you don’t even know...you rush out as quickly as possible...too bad you forgot your cell phone.

» Pairing: Jeon Jeong-guk (Jungkook) / Reader

» Genre: Smut

» Words: 2k

» COMPLETED SERIES: Part 2 | Part 3

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"How do I look?" You asked your best friends.

"Gorgeous." They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.

"And here." Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. "Guys like messy."

"Why are you doing this to me?" It wasn't your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.

Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren't working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven't been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn't give you the love you deserve. He just wasn't happy, which you respected.

Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.

"Okay....lets go." Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.

"It will be fun, don't worry." She told you.

When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. "Lets get some fuel." Lalisa started walking towards the bar.

6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. "Hey." You looked up following the voice. "Do you see that hot guy over there." Lalisa pointed with her eyes.

You started to look. "Hey don't be obvious." She alerted you.

"Sorry." You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.

You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.

He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren't suppose to be talking about him.

"Go over there and talk to him." Lalisa pressured you.

"Unless it's too soon." Rosé debated.

"No it's the perfect opportunity....its been long enough...you need to put yourself back out there." Lalisa argued.

"I'm going over there." Lalisa stood up. "I'm going to introduce him to you and then I'm going to take his hot friend with the dimples." Then she stormed off.

As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were too sober for this.

You saw the guy smile in your direction. "Lalisa always wins." Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.

You were left drinking alone. You didn't want to act like you were desperate and you weren't, you wanted to take it at a slow level.

You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.

"Hi." Oh, it's real. "I'm Jungkook." He reached his hand out to you.

"Hi." You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you."

"What did she say?" You nervously asked.

"She said that I'm an idiot if I don't talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club."

You slapped you forehead amused. "I'm so sorry about her."

"I wouldn't disagree." You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.

Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. "Let's go dance." You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.

A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn't remember anything in the morning. You couldn't remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.

The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.

And this case you did. "Do you want to get out of here?" You whispered in his ear.

"Yeah." Then you don't even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.

You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn't read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.

Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn't help but moan, it's been a while since you have been touched like this.

You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.

You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.

You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn't help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.

You sat back up letting go of him you didn't want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.

He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.

You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.

You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.

You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook's pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.

Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn't recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit! What have you done?

You slowly got up trying not to wake what's his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that's why it's best to sneak out.

On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn't but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn't have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.

When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.

"Oh my god there you are." Rosé panicked. "I tried calling you."

You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.

"Wow you bad girl." Rosé smirked at you. "You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex." She pouted.

"Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin."

"That's nice." You grabbed the aspirin.

"Anyways....what happened?"

"I don't remember." You groaned.

You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.

"I snuck out before I could ask." You confessed.

"Well maybe you'll see him again."

"Maybe....we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay." You suggested.

"I already did...but both of you ignored my calls." Rosé intrigued.

You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn't there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.

"Fuck." You said panicked "fuck, fuck, fuck." You got up.

"What?" Rosé rushed to you.

"I forgot my phone."

A few hours later you were still panicked. "What am I going to do?"

"I told you already." Rosé said annoyed.

Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. "What's up?" She said casually.

"Where the fuck were you?" Rosé sat up annoyed. "I've trying calling you all day."

"Sorry I was out." She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. "I had the best time last night." She smiled. "I think I'll stick around with this one." The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.

"He's so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean." She blushed. "We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast."

"Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor." She laughed.

You just sighed. "What's wrong?" Lalisa asked.

"This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met....I don't even remember him that much, just his face."

"Well maybe if you didn't sneak out maybe you could get to know him." Rosé said.

"You snuck out....oh (Y/N)....that's going to give him the wrong idea and now you'll probably never see him again." Lalisa said disappointed.

"She's going to have too." Rosé spoke for you.

Lalisa looked at you both. "I forgot my phone." You said trying to stay calm.

"What if he answers?"

"That's what we want doofus." Rosé stated.

"I'll just buy a new phone." You turned away.

"No you wont." Lalisa pulled you back.

"Call." Rosé handed you her phone.

You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.

"Hello." You heard his cute voice.

"H-hi." You nervously stuttered.

"(Y/N)?" He remembered your name?

"Hi....um...you have something that belongs to me."

He laughed. "That's funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me."

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.

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vexedbuckbeak-blog · 7 years

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Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

About 3 billion inside jokes

That no one else would understand

Not even the guys

Secret butt grabs

In the hallways

''SIRIUS!''

''It was an accident.''

''Your hand is still on my ass.''

''It's still an accident.''

Flirty winks

Sexual tension you could cut with a knife

Wherever you two go

Being named ''Hottest Couple''

Both of you being incredibly smart

And the few times you decide to study

You do it together

Which means a LOT of distractions

''Why aren't you paying attention to meee?'' in a whiny voice

Which is also incredibly cute

Him switching your quill with a charmed one

That can only write I love Sirius Black and Sirius Black is a hot piece of ass over and over

Him getting firmly poked with this quill

Finally managing to focus

Except he starts gently kicking you under the table

Finally giving up on studying and going for a walk instead

Him getting detention a lot

You sneaking him out of detention a lot

How, you ask?

A different method every time.

Maybe charming the professor into a deep sleep

Maybe sneaking in with James' cloak of invisibility and sneaking him out under there

I don't know man

You're a very original person

You come up with a lot of ways.

Him picking you up around the waist a lot

All the time

Like, your feet barely touch the ground while you're at Hogwarts because he's picking you up so much

Spying on James and Lily

Making bets on when they'll finally start dating

Being really close to Remus, James, Peter and Lily

Them loving the shit outta you because of how much you love Sirius

And how well you treat him

Him getting notes delivered to you via owl at breakfast

Even though he's sitting right next to you

''Did you really need to send this? You're right here.''

''It's for dramatic effect.''

Opening the note

If you look to your right, you'll see the biggest gift humanity has ever been given

Looking to the right to see him sticking two thumbs up and grinning

Him being the best gift giver in the world

Every birthday and Christmas, you get exactly what you wanted from him

It's like he's iN YOUR HEAD

You're a pretty good gift giver yourself too though.

Going to Hogsmeade together

Separating from the crowd

And taking long walks around the village

Going for a butterbeer

And staying for hours, just talking and laughing

His hand having a reserved place around your waist

Because he loves showing off how beautiful his girlfriend is

And that, yes, that pretty girl is HIS GIRLFRIEND

Doing research on animagi with him

Turning into one to help Remus

Helping with making the Marauder's Map

Finding the mirror of Erised together

You both see the same thing when you look in it

Your wedding day

And being surrounded by all your friends

This making you both excessively happy

Which ends up with a lot of kisses in the empty room

Practically living in his dorm

Taking naps together in breaks between classes

Those always being the best. Naps. Ever.

Getting drunk together

Or, if you're not much of a drinker, taking care of him when he's wasted

Barely making it to the dorm

Him falling on top of you

His head resting on your chest

He'd never admit to doing it, but he'd be listening to your heartbeat the entire time

And smiling to himself

Your fingers being tangled in his hair

Him mumbling about how pretty you are

And how much he loves you

And how lucky he is to have you

Waking up next to each other

Big smiles on your faces

Morning sex.

It would happen a lot.

After everyone else has gone to breakfast, of course

Cause you'd gotten some food from the kitchen the night before anyway

Him telling you everything

Including the whole story of his parents and him being kicked out

You getting so angry about it

Him crying on your shoulder

The first time you ever see him cry

Him trying to joke to lighten the mood

You giggling with him

Skinny dipping in the lake

Sharing even the smallest thought on your mind

Being the inspiration for the word ''soulmates''

How he asked you out: Pulling a kind of '10 things I hate about you' move and singing your favourite song to you in the Great Hall. In front of everyone. And then skidding across your house's table and knocking over pretty much everything until his feet are where your plate was until a second ago. Then he'd sit down on the polished surface and hand you a daisy (or whatever flower you prefer) that is completely battered from the daily adventures of Sirius Black and asking you to 'go steady'. And yes, he actually uses that phrase. And yes, he laughs while saying it.

Fights and MakeUps: When you fight, it would definitely be big and explosive, usually over a legitimate issue, or something that means a lot to one of you, but you'd always work it out within a few hours. There would be a lot of yelling, but neither of you would EVER hurt each other. Ever. You'd make up by making a joke, and he'd make up by using one of his classic (yet largely ineffective) pick up lines. Basically, the making up would always be based on laughs and mumbled apologies before more laughs. But there would always be apologies where they're due, even if they are reluctant.

The Sexuals: Very very very NSFW. Makeup sex would definitely be a thing for you guys, and so would morning sex, and night sex, and bed sex, and quickies. There would be a lot of sex, and about 90% of it would be incredibly rough, passionate and kinky. HOWEVER, when the occasion calls for it or it's just that kind of time, you can have beautiful, slow sex too. No matter which you decide on, it's always full of love and passion.

#marauder would include #sirius black #sirius black would include #would include #marauders era #padfoot

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archive-of-fics · 6 years

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Protected - Noctis Lucis Caelum

“He’s too perfect, there’s no way he can be real.” You were gazing at the devastatingly handsome senior from afar, admiring him and his group of friends from within the library. His spiked up hair looked soft to touch and you couldn’t help but drool at his attire. A black shirt with a leather vest and black jeans, topped off with a pair of combat boots, UGH! I’m definitely in love! You heard the rich sound of his laughter as he joked around with his friends, admiring the way he smiled brightly at his crew. Noctis Caelum was perhaps the hottest guy that ever existed in your academy. He came from an incredibly wealthy family, one rumored to have ancestry with straight up kings. Not only was he gifted with gorgeous looks, but also he had a kind and caring personality to match. He only looked like a punk on the outside, but was a complete sweetheart in reality. You were able to see through his bad boy façade after years of observing and admiring him. However, you had to admit that he was drastically different when he was angered. His calm and gentle persona would fade and would instantly become menacing, using his strength to send fear into the hearts of those who reckoned with him. You sighed, covering your blushing face as you kept on rewriting his name within your notebook. You knew that it would be hopeless to have such a huge crush on him. That basically every girl that attended Genesis Academy wanted him and that the chances of him noticing you was around 0.0000000000001%. “Yeah, exactly, why would someone like Noctis notice a mere junior like me?” Tying your hair back in [hairstyle of choice], you grabbed the notebook that was filled with doodles of Noctis’s name, flipping it shut before making your way back to your dorm. I guess I’ll just have to pray that this crush for him will fade away. {Him} He was aware of [Name] leaving the library when Prompto gives him a hard nudge to his side. “Hey, the love of your life is leaving.” “She’s nothing of the sort!” Cobalt eyes narrowed at his blond friend, glaring at him as he watches his blond friend raise a hand up in surrender, “Whoa, calm down, it’s just that you talk about her so much that I assumed you were madly in love with her.” “Your assumptions were correct, Prompto, Noct doesn’t shut up about [Full Name].” Noctis felt his eyes twitch at hearing Ignis’s smug voice. “Although I don’t see your interest in her.” Ignis continues to say, pushing up his glasses while flipping through his book with a tired expression. “I did some research on her, and I’ll admit, she’s lovely, but utterly ordinary. She has no special upbringing, and she attends the academy solely because of her good grades.” “It’s because she’s ordinary that she’s extraordinary.” Noctis felt embarrassed again, remembering the way she looked at him from afar. He was guilty of sneaking glances at her, too, making sure that her eyes were still on him. Noctis didn’t know why the sight of [Name] intrigued him so much. Was it because she didn’t throw herself at him? The cute way she averts her gaze whenever his eyes meet with hers? Or was it because he found her to be incredibly beautiful and natural, grateful that she never covered herself with copious amounts of makeup? Regardless of how it happened, Noctis knew that he began to fall for her the more he observed her. “Noct, why didn’t you make a move on her yet?” Gladiolus raises his hand, slapping his friend on his back as he winced, “Ouch, what the hell was that for?!” “THAT was for you being stupid and slow. Come on, you heard what Ignis said. He called her ‘lovely,’ aren’t you a little threatened that someone will see how much of a catch she is and take her away from you?” “What are you talking about?” He didn’t know why his friends were asking, they knew about how painfully shy he was when in the company of the opposite sex. No one could tell, but Noctis was extremely withdrawn in the presence of girls. He was able to hide his shyness well behind the ‘calm and cool bad boy’ façade. But what kept him from speaking to her was how he had a feeling that [Name] would see through his act and end up rejecting him. Which was why he was so reluctant to make his move on her. What if she’s only interested in me because of the personality I put on? What if she ends up hating who I really am? It was thoughts like these that kept him from speaking to [Name]. {The Next Day…} You were sitting in the cafeteria, nudging at your breakfast with your fork when a boy with shoulder length silver hair sit next to you, “[Name].” You visibly winced when Kadaj purred out your name, running a finger down your cheek. “Why won’t you go out with me?” His electric green eyes peered down into your (color) ones, the expression on his face scaring you as you pushed him away, “NO, I told you, I…I already have someone.” “Oh you’re already taken, huh? Tell me, is it by that tool of a prince, Noctis?” Hearing him say his name, you visibly stiffened and stood from your seat, “I’m done.” “Hey wait up a second, come back.” Kadaj had the nerve to follow you, standing a bit too close from behind as you threw away the contents of your breakfast, placing the dirty plate on top of the trash bin as you walked away. Your footsteps echoed throughout the halls, but Kadaj still followed you. When he realized that you weren’t going to stop, he grabs a hold of your hand before slamming you against the wall. “I’ve had enough of you playing hard to get.” He leans down, running his lips across the base of your throat as you visibly shuddered, clearly rejecting his touches. “Stop it, you asshole, let go!” You felt his hand linger on the skirt of your outfit, touching the inside of your thigh when he was suddenly thrown to the ground. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” You gasped, covering your lips when you saw Noctis standing in front of you, holding Kadaj by the collar of his shirt, “I believe she told you no, so what gives you the right to touch her like that?” On the inside, you were panicking and love struck at the same time, wondering what made Noctis protect you like that. Even when he was angered, he still had a face of an angel. “H-Hey, she was asking for it dressed like that.” For a split second, you thought you saw Noctis’s eyes turn into a deadly shade of red before he shoves Kadaj away from him, “Go, get out of my sight, and if I see you touch [Name] again, you’ll have hell to pay.” Kadaj glares down at you, “Fine, she’s not worth touching now anyways.” You watched Noctis, your back still pressed against the wall as he runs a hand through his hair. “Shit!” Turning to face you, his hardened red eyes turn back to its original calm and cobalt color. “Sorry, come on, lets get out of here.” Without asking for your permission, he grabs a hold of your hand, leading you away from the halls. “Wait, Noctis, we still have classes to go to…!” “Screw classes! If I stay here I’ll want to kill Kadaj.” Noctis admitted through gritted teeth, “How dare he touch what’s mine like that? How dare he?” Still in shock from the fact that Noctis was touching you and called you ‘his,’ you allowed him to lead you out into the parking lot of the academy, stopping in front of a sleek black BMW convertible. Unlocking the door with his key, he opens the passenger door, telling you to go in. With a nod, you thanked him, sitting on the leather seat as you smoothed out your blouse. I’m in Noctis’s car! A few seconds later, Noctis joins in, taking the driver’s side before starting the engine, pulling the lever in reverse then back into drive before driving away from the school. “Damn that guy, damn that guy for doing that to you. If I hadn’t caught him on time, he would’ve-“ Hearing his angry rants, you stopped him by placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He stops speaking, facing you while driving, “[Name]?” You didn’t ask how he knew your name, because you felt so happy that he had cared enough to save and protect you, “It’s alright, I’m alright thanks to you. You don’t need to be so mad anymore.” Noctis gives you a nod, taking a hold of your hand before pressing a kiss against the palm of it. “N-Noctis?” Focusing his eyes on the road, he makes a sharp turn, turning into a random parking lot before parking his car. You were about to ask him what he was doing, but the deep blush on his face stopped you. Noctis is blushing? But he NEVER blushes! With his face completely red like that, you couldn’t help but think that he was incredibly adorable. “Listen, [Name], I-I’ve liked you for a while now and I was wondering if you’ll go out with me?” You were shocked, losing your ability to speak because of the fact that Noctis was asking you out, YOU!! Taking your silence as a form of rejection, he begins to convince you, “I may not be this cool and tough bad boy in reality, but I-I can protect you from assholes like Kadaj! I mean, I’m no good with girls, not really, but you’re so different and beautiful that I want to be with you and protect you. So please, will you please give me a chance?” Answering him with actions, you showed your enthusiasm for being his girlfriend by throwing your arms around his neck as you nuzzled his skin, “Yes Noctis, I would love to go out with you, thank you…I’ve liked you for a long time, too.” Before you could press your lips against his cheeks, you felt Noctis turn towards you, causing your lips to meet with his in a kiss. Feeling surprised at first, you felt your body slowly relax and deepened the kiss, feeling his chapped lips slant against yours before pulling away. A wide grin was seen on both of your faces as he gently kisses you on the tip of your nose, “I promise I’ll take care of you, [Name].” ”Thank you, for accepting me.”

#Noctis

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