#you can count on them holding each other and their intense stares before a kiss(or almost kiss) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

look-at-the-soul · 2 months

Text

Endless love

(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader

✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!

Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭

“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“

“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”

Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.

Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.

“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.

This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.

But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.

“Are you su-“

Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”

Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.

“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.

Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.

“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.

Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.

As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.

“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”

Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.

He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.

“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”

He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.

Was his baby sick? Hurting?

“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.

A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.

“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”

Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?

His heart was aching.

Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.

Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.

Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.

“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.

He tried the trick once more.

And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.

“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”

Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.

“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.

Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.

“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”

Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.

“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”

But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.

“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.

“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”

“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”

Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”

Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”

“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”

“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.”

“See ya.”

The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.

“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“

Tommy gave him a death stare.

“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.

“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.

Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.

And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.

By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.

After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.

To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.

Missing you both like crazy! xx

We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.

Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.

“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”

“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.

“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.

Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.

“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.

“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”

Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”

“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”

Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.

****

A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.

Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.

Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.

“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.

But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.

“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.

“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.

Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.

She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.

After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.

A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.

It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.

“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.

Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”

“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.

“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.

“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.

“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.

“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”

“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.

“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”

“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.

“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.

“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”

Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.

And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.

****

Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.

He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.

She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.

And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.

But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.

The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.

And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.

Master list

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, remember your feedback is always the way to a writer’s heart ♥️✨

Oh! I almost forgot.. Mr Napkin inspiration 👇🏻👇🏻

Tag list: @lyarr24 @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick @datewithgianni @cloudofdisney @onlydeadcells @gretelshelby @garrison-girl-08 @lespendy @fastfan @stevie75 @prettylittlehoneyeyesxoxo @esposadomd @forbidden-forest-witch @ange-thoughts @moral-terpitude @elenavampire21 @forgottenpeakywriter @thenattitude @winchestergirl22 @zablife @elk96 @blondie-22 @imichelle-l-rigby @allie131313 @already-broken144 @peakyscillian @babaohhhriley @shelbydelrey @shaddixlife @sloanexx @sydneyyyya @adaydreamaway08 @pono-pura-vida @kmc1989 @thomashelbyswife @darleneslane @lauren-raines-x @everythingelseisextra @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @lau219 @red-riding-wood

#That’s what Cill said #tommy shelby x reader #modern tommy shelby imagine #modern tommy shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #modern peaky blinders #modern alfie solomons #Alfie Solomons x rose

318 notes · View notes

sulieykte · 7 months

Text

𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 - 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕

pairing: neteyam x na'vi!reader warnings: smut under the cut mdni, aged up character, semi-consensual somnophilia (surprise but prior consent given), oral f receiving, fingering, soft!dom neteyam, barely proofread word count: 700+ masterlist | taglist

“Neteyam?”

Your voice is less than a whisper as you rouse from a deep and blissful slumber. You had passed out with no effort made to redress yourself after a scarce night of intense passion. Each moment you were able to steal with each other was more precious since the birth of your second child. Neteyam had barely given you a chance to hand over your youngest to his mother before he was dragging you onto the back of his ikran.

Under the stars, you’d made the most of the time you had alone, Neteyam burying himself deep inside of you again and again until you were confident you’d be returning home blessed with another child. Spent and in a state of bliss, your eyes had barely been able to stay open as you watched Neteyam settle in for the night, cushioning his head with your ass.

You really should have known that he planned to wake you in your favourite way.

His response is a contented murmur that vibrates against your clit and has you pushing back against his face until a hand comes down onto your lower back, pressing you back into the grass.

“Just relax, paskalin. Let me take care of you.” He leans over you, placing a kiss on your forehead, your sleepy eyes taking in his breath-taking features, enhanced by your slick that already decorated his chin. You needed no more encouragement to rest your head on your folded arms and let your eyelids flutter shut.

He peppers his way down your spin with gentle kisses that have you sighing into the crook of your elbow until he reaches his destination. With two fingers, he spreads your folds, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air, admiring his view before he chases away the cold with the heat of his tongue.

His hand snakes under your body, wrapping around your stomach as he presses his face further into your folds, devouring you as if he was famished and it was all he needed for sustenance.

The harmony of your soft moans and the obscene sounds of Neteyam lapping at your cunt filled the silence of the forest and any lingering drowsiness was chased away as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

Your clench around nothing as the ecstasy builds in your core, Neteyam's grasp around your stomach keeping you in place, allowing you little more movement than a rock of your hips as you try to press yourself further against him.

With a look over your shoulder, you meet his eyes, the glint of satisfaction clear in them as he watches you unravel underneath him, your mouth open in a silent cry as he pushes two fingers inside you. With a curl of his fingers, you come undone on his tongue.

He doesn't need to say anything for you to know that you're expected to hold his gaze, even as your eyes water with the intense pleasure that has you clutching at the grass beneath you, your eyes never leave his hungry stare.

His grip around your waist loosens and gives you freedom to ride out your high as you rock back against his tongue and fingers until you can't take it any longer and collapse forward, his fingers still lazily pumping into you and his tongue lapping up your arousal until you whine and wiggle your hips free from him. He crawls over your body and presses a soft kiss against your neck before rolling onto his side next to you.

"Good morning." He greets you with a grin, pushing your hair behind your ear so he could see your face. His fingers trace the edge of your lips and you happily open your mouth for him, tasting your arousal as he presses them as deep as they can go, holding them there until he's happy that you've sufficiently cleaned them off.

“A very good morning.” You agree after you release his fingers with a pop. “You didn’t want to wait for me to start?” You ask with a laugh, snuggling yourself into his chest as he accepts you into his arms.

“Ah– Paskalin, you should’ve seen yourself. So beautiful.” He laughs, pulling you tighter into his embrace. “Waiting any longer would’ve been torture.”

taglist: (if your tag doesn’t work please check your settings) @pandoraslxna @teyamsatan @neteyamsoare @eyweveng @jakesullyfatjuicypeen @neteyamsyawntu @goodbird1 @avatarsslut @amora16447 @wonderfully-made-andi @blue-slxt @loaksulluyswife @multibishh @neteyamyawne @qweq-6802

518 notes · View notes

finelinevogue · 11 months

Note

hiii! not sure if you’re open to requests, but could you do one maybe about y/n being one of the background singers for matilda and she gets really emotional during singing it! (harry wrote it about her)

just a lil blurb for you<3 thank you for the inspo xox

word count: -1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x backupsinger!eader

“And let’s give it up for our wonderful ladies tonight!” Harry shouts into his microphone, leaving the crowd of Coventry to scream back at him.

“We have, Elin.” Harry announces and Elin waves excitedly.

“As, always and forever, we have Sarah Jones.” The crowd goes crazy for Sarah. “A name so good you have to say both first and last name.”

Harry turns to face the audience and notices a fan trying to get his attention more than the others. He pulls out his ear piece so he can hear better.

“Sorry?” He politely asks her to repeat.

He focuses his attention on the fan at the barricade.

“Oh your name is also two-name worthy. What is it? Annie? No.. Amy? Yes, Amy..? Amy Styles? Ah you’re funny, you.” He smiles as he sees what the fan is trying to do here.

“No it actually is!” The fan shouts back and holds up her driving license for Harry to see.

Harry kneels down and his jacket widens open and fans scream as they see more of his chest, whilst the fans behind get a great view if his bum.

He looks at the driving license before laughing into the microphone. The crowd cheers at the tiny noise.

“Are…” Harry stops to laugh again, “Are you part of my long lost family or summat?” He asks and the fan nods her head desperately. “Wow. Never knew there was more of us out there.”

He hands the driving license back to the fan before standing back up again. It’s clear that Harry is thinking about saying something, because he stares at you, next to him on stage, with wonder.

“She’s got my last name before you do, Y/N.” He says into his microphone and the crowd goes completely wild.

You shake your head at him for being so chaotic onstage. You and Harry like to keep your relationship as private as possible, which is difficult when he’s a global superstar and you’re one of his backup singers.

It’s little things like calling each other by your proper names in public, but behind closed doors you only call pet names to one another. Or, you won’t kiss on stage because that’s too PDA for you both, but behind closed it’s exactly the opposite. Sometimes Harry’s lips will be sore when he sings from how intensely he kisses you.

“Soon though, soon.” He says to you, not into the microphone but close enough so the crowd hears.

You hold up your pinky finger and nod your head in agreement.

“I haven’t introduced her yet, but you all love her so let’s have your cheers for Y/N!” Harry shouts into his microphone and the crowd go the craziest for you.

Harry then introduces that he’s going to sing Matilda and gives reasons why it’s so important to him, before the little guitar riff for the song starts playing from Mitch.

The crowd goes still as they anticipate one of Harry’s slower songs. When the words come in, the crowd start singing in a tone that is just so peaceful and lulling.

A few fans wave to you and you wave back, allowing them to have a little scream at the notion. You laugh and catch Harry smiling at the interaction.

You don’t start singing until the chorus, but when you do the same fans hype you up.

The love from the fans is so overwhelming that you start to form tears in your eyes.

It gets even more overwhelming when a red heart balloon is lifted into the air, from the crowd, during the bridge.

You have to take a step back to clear your throat, before continuing to sing, blinking back the tears in your eyes too.

You don’t expect it, but Harry reaches over and cups his hand with yours, giving you a tight squeeze in the process. You smile as you sing, looking over slightly to catch Harry watching you with awe.

The interaction between you two goes viral and becomes the trending topic for weeks to come.

When the song is over, you immediately pull Harry into you and he hugs you back just as tight. The crowd cheers not only for the beautiful song, but also for the interaction between you and Harry.

“I love you.” You tell Harry.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“Impossible.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #harry blurb #finelinevogue #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fic #love on tour fic #love on tour blurbs #harry styles love on tour

1K notes · View notes

undercoverpena · 6 months

Text

iv. anchor me

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter four of i like the way you

best friend! friends with benefits! frankie morales summary: what starts off as an offhand remark, quickly becomes a regular, scheduled 'stress relief'. the only problem is, both of you are in denial that you feel anything outside of friendship for the other.

chapter warnings: friends with benefits. fwb! rules. hand stuff (f receiving), illusions to the past, bi!frankie.

an: thank you to @thetriumphantpanda for reading this after bake off and telling me that i can do the thing.

wordcount: 3.4k

The moment Benny’s (insistent) invite landed in your messages, you had expected the one from Frankie.

Phone in hand, tapping your foot, counting, barely making it to 30 seconds before the banner slid down your screen. Because, of course, the can’t-say-no invitation was on the day the two of you had a scheduled thing.

Unsurprisingly, his simmering annoyance hadn’t vanished when he came to pick you up—another thing insisted—and you came out to meet him.

I’ll pick you up. I can drive there and meet you, save you coming across town. I‘m picking you up. Means I get to make sure you get home okay.

The sound of the car door slamming into place as you lock up, turning to walk towards his vehicle to find him eyeing you up in a way that makes your cheeks burn and you want to hide your face.

He keeps having that effect on you.

Make heat lick up your spine, your brain forget its sentence or thought, and your eyes find themselves unable to stop dropping to his lips .

It’s why it takes all your strength to say, “Eyes up here, Morales.”

He does, although he does take a second. Licking his lips, before doing exactly that. “Do I tell you enough that you look good?”

Laughing, you roll your eyes. More for him. An act, a pretence. Because you’re trying to seem unfazed—attempting to ignore it, the flutters of wings in your stomach.

Having to focus on it more and more when he stops in front of you, the bill of his hat shielding his eyes from the sun, allowing you to see how they drink you in, swallow you. Practically smothering you in simmering heat that makes you want to tear your clothes from your skin.

“You’ve mentioned it a lot lately.”

He doesn’t move, a thing which makes the wings flutter worse. More intense. Practically beating them as you stare at him, fighting the urge to wrap your fingers around the back of his neck and pull his lips to yours.

To have him. Kiss him.

Remembering as you shift in your shoes, that you’re not with him. This is all an arrangement, a plan—a schedule, a date each week (or two) that Benjamin Miller fucked up.

Nudging him, you wink. “C’mon, I want first dibs of the food Will is cooking before you lot leave me with the scraps.”

You were outside in the backyard an hour, before a water gun soaks you.

Benny’s—of course—a stupid gift you’d purchased him, now used on the neighbours’ kids, with you caught in the crossfire.

By the time you’ve realised, you’re being flooded with apologies. Each coming from Benny’s tongue tenfold, rushing over as though he’d sprayed you in bullets and not water.

Your discussion with Will all but ended with a gasp as you stared down at your now transparent shirt. Watching his eyes lift up, trying not to glance or look.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I was—and then—let me show you where the towels are—“

You’re not sure who you laugh at more: Will or Benny. Holding a hand up, accepting one of the many apologies that fall, waving it all off, as your eyes scan the other guests, not finding the one pair of eyes you really want.

“It’s fine—can I, borrow something?” you ask, dropping your voice, “There’s kids around.”

Before Benny has even finished nodding, you make a beeline for the house. The one you know. You’ve been here enough times, dipping in through the side door, feeling your top cling to your skin more uncomfortably than it had outside.

That’s when you stare outside. Noticing that the gathering was closer to a party, it all loud and busy—even from inside. Suddenly grateful for the cover to spend a minute cooling off in the house. An excuse merged with gratefulness when you could hide and slide your shades off—wanting a drink, water, ice.

Suddenly needing a second.

Because all you’d done is eye-fuck your friend. The one you’ve seen naked—the one who looks more than good, and fucks even better.

The one, you suddenly can’t spot.

The glass in your palm lets condensation droplets slide down your wrist. The rim against your bottom lip, staring out at the people laughing, smaller kids being chased by Benny and his water gun. Eyes scanning, nervousness bubbling, mind beginning to worry you’re about to see him with someone else.

Like you have done so many times before .

You’re so lost in it, you don’t hear him, never mind feel him, until his arm snakes around your waist. The man you’d been missing—the one who’d been burning holes into your spine, but never coming over.

Now, though, he’s all warm mouth again to your ear, a whispered shh, as he peels your glass from your hands.

“You’re all wet, querida. We best get you dry.”

And then you’re walking, being led. Moving with ease as Frankie—who you hadn’t even seen come inside—was wrapping his fingers inside yours. Leading you, down the familiar hallway you’d helped paint several years ago, to the bedroom you still called Frankie’s, even if he hadn’t lived here in years.

You remember when you‘d knock on the very door to call for him, or hang out on the other side of the frame.

Frankie and Benny had shared this space before Frankie had found his own. The offer of your spare room had not been good enough—even if he painted it in, not wanting to be an inconvenience. How you’d sit on the bed that’s now for guests, perched, waiting for him before the two of you grabbed food or visited the movies. Simple things—friend things.

It isn’t like that today. His mouth slants over yours as soon as you’re both alone, pressing your back to the wall, devouring, licking into your mouth as you gasp.

Because the two of you could be caught. A shudder spreading out at the idea. The thought of the door being thrown open, making you groan into his mouth.

But, you’re not sure you’d care if you did.

You don’t fucking care if they all found you like this.

Lost, whimpering, desperate—all for him.

Not at his hand places itself around the base of your neck—lightly touching, pressing the smallest amount of pressure down, as he hushes your soft moans. His finger resting against your chin, the others slowly bury themselves in your underwear, giving you more reasons to be loud than be quiet—not something close to friend things.

“You been thinkin’ about me?”

The yes leaves your lips, but it is swallowed by a moan. It travelling from somewhere deep, flowing up, rippling out as you begin to writhe against his touch. Your eyes fixed on his—drowning in brown, sinking in as he curls his fingers inside of you. Beckoning, pleading with you to hand him what it is he wants.

Fuck, you want to give it to him. Had done from the moment you’d arrived, pulled up in the space outside Benny’s home—the former fixer-upper, turned dream house.

Frankie always looked good, even if his wardrobe was minimal. The back of him easy to pick out from a crowd, so broad you’re sure you could draw it with your eyes closed. You’ve stared at it so much—and that was before this all began. This, whatever this mutually beneficial thing is between the two of you, neither of you will properly name.

It’s why you kiss him, needing to taste his groan, lather your tongue in the way he says your name. Pronounces it. It more noticeable when your hand cups him—greeted by the hard outline of him against your palm, all noticeable, barely contained by his cargo pants.

“—tan bonita,” he croaks, throwing your hand away before placing it back to cup your cheek, forcing your head to his, the base of his palm catching your bundle of nerves as he slows his ministrations. “Be good for me, querida. And just focus on being quiet.”

A chaste kiss pressed, a signature on the dotted line—one you agree to as you chase his lips. Just tasting the beer-tinged air of his breath as he continues to bury his fingers inside of you. The sounds of it so vulgar, loud, barely muffled by the strangled whimpers you try to keep back.

“So good for me, tan perfecta.”

Your eyes close, lashes clenching. His whispered words make it harder to stay quiet, to be the thing he’s just told that you are.

And the worst is, you know he knows it. Can feel his smirk against your jaw, the way the tip of his tongue swirls over your pulse as his hip pins you in place, his fingers continuing their wanted assault, keeping your feet rooted to the ground, head barely able to think about anything but this.

“Please,” you ask.

Eyes open, capturing his. Hooking in. Watching him drink it in, your request—your ask.

“Alright baby, I’ve got you,” he whispers, more breath than words, right against your cheek, finger drawing circles against your clit. “Always got you, haven’t I?”

It’s electric, and also fire. It surges and licks up your spine as you nod. As your throat goes dry, sound goes fuzzy, before he’s good—to you, for you. Alternating between filling you with the same fingers that built your furniture.

“Doing so well for me,” he says, nose against your cheek, fingers pumping—

In and out.

“Be good though, let me feel you squeeze my fingers—wanna feel you come, querida. Please. Please.”

Your eyes clench, feeling both nothing and everything. Because someone could walk in. Your teeth bite into your lip as you try to keep back the chants of his name. His fingers are so deep, feeling so good.

“Let go, querida.”

It falls from his lips like honey. Sweet. Almost sticky in how it clings to the air as your eyes open, finding him.

The first thing you think is: earlier was nothing on the way he’s staring at you now.

Doing more than devouring, he’s drowning in you—likely unaware you’re doing the same with him.

Each nerve illuminated, your ears slowly buzzing louder and louder as you crash your mouth to his and lick into his mouth as you still, tense and writhe all at once.

Then you are stars, feel yourself unknotting, all at once. In the bedroom that used to be his.

Frankie shouldn’t like seeing you in an old t-shirt of his, but he does.

Unable to tear his eyes away from you as he leads you to two seats, your laugh flowing—something he said under his breath, now forgotten, still swirling through you, forcing your eyes to close and your fingers to dig into his forearm.

He likes you like this—has always liked your laugh.

Blissfully aware that he should, but shit, he can’t take his eyes off you. Even if he knows he needs to—plenty of eyes around, ones who have always teased, always taunted.

You’d be so good together. You pair are so cute.

The comments go on, and on. Have done for years.

Except now, you’re dressed in him.

To most, it’s a simple, old tee splattered with paint. To him, it’s when the group of them painted Ben’s house. His eyes having drank you in, wishing he could wash the paint from your legs, unsure how you’re covered in as much as the wall.

Your clumsiness having painted itself against you, your own clothes ruined, before you’d purposefully (and intentionally) splattered yourself against him when you’d come in for a ‘hug’.

Now, you’re sitting next to him, curled under one leg, shades hiding where your eyes are—but he hopes they’re on him—wishing you’d be on him.

“You dry, querida?”

“Oh, jodete.”

Smirking, he takes a sip of his drink. Licking the front of his teeth, leaning forward.

“Rather fu—”

“Do not finish that sentence.”

Your tongue traces the bottom of your lip, slowly shaking your head. A part of him wanting to pull you close, have you in his lap. Fuck everything and just give in and—

“So,” Will announces. Suddenly there. Blocking the sun, pointing at an empty chair before he sits beside you.

And Frankie drowns his throat in beer.

He listens, while staring off, as Will asks how your friend is—when she’s back in town, because Ben won’t. You knotting and unknotting the end of the tee around your finger, chatting and chatting.

Something tightening inside of him when he catches sight of you, from the corner of his eye, throwing your head back as Will makes you laugh. Him trying not to grimace each time his friend does so.

Because Will is his friend.

A good one, a great one. Yet, when it comes to you, he always feels inferior. Less than. Somehow more broken more than—

“Fish?”

Will’s voice drags him from his thoughts, blinking. Thumb tracing the neck of his bottle as he nods.

“I said have you heard from Pope?”

He tenses. Frankie feels himself still. Back all straight.

The question cuts through his bubbling thoughts. Suddenly aware of the sound of his own heart in his ears. That knotted ball of things, the one full of rope, strings, steel wire, as it all tightens inside his chest—and in his stomach.

Worst of all, he then feels your eyes land on him. Searching, cutting through the sheets he throws up as walls, desperate to press something warm to him, keep him rooted.

He takes a breath, feeling you willing him to. Appeasing you, even if you’ve not asked verbally, finding himself easily able to.

It’s always easy with you.

Just like it was the night he told you. Confessed it. Whispered it out on the floor, his back to the wall in the same bedroom he just had pressed you against.

I’d suspected it, honestly.

Your fingers brushing, carding through his curls until you pulled his head into your chest. A whole other sea of emotions bubbling, both of his long loves out of reach—even if one had their fingers buried in his curls, attempting to soothe him. The rest of his confession dying on his tongue, letting it rot, fester.

Because that one was and still is harder to confess.

It desperate to escape. Almost coming out the night you’d suggested he found you repulsive. Not knowing how wrong you were—

“Um…” you murmur, eyes digging further into him, practically clawing. Not to hurt, but to pull him back. “I don’t think I have—not since before?”

Frankie swallows. His heart hammering heavier, lifting his eyes and landing on you—and it all goes calm. Your face, like it always has been, is like a blanket that smothers the leftover hurt and anguish, an anchor that roots him in place.

“N-no. Not heard a thing,” he says, as plain as possible. Direct. Trying to hide the shake.

Because he can still feel your eyes on him. Focused, unwilling to leave his face as Will mutters and mumbles about something until he’s shouted away, beckoned by an overzealous neighbour, Frankie plants a smile on for, not moving to greet or speak to.

You say nothing.

But you do lift your shades. Smothering him in warmth and kindness, and a bit of sorrow too. Your teeth nursing the skin on your bottom lip, picking and picking.

Fuck he wishes he could tell you.

He wishes he could tell you that Pope knew—knows. Had already guessed it. Teased him on it before he dragged it out of him in the cold, rainy depths of Colombia.

You just have a thing for friends, Fish. That it!

It had ripped from his throat then. Shooting, spitting in mixed English and Spanish as he told Pope his feelings for you—how long they’d been there.

How they were messy. The same as his feelings had been for him. That they churned and turned for months with the conflicting ones he had for him.

That it has shaped him—the thing that neither of them talk about, but had let happen the handful of times it did.

And now he was repeating himself, but differently. This time, he suspected there was something more there. Something there in your eyes in the moments after he’s brought you to pleasure, it twinkling, it licking into his mouth when you kiss him, softer, desperate in a different way.

“Are you okay?”

“Come to mine. Tonight. After.”

You release your bottom lip. Staring. Thinking. “Are you going to take me home after?”

He tries not to let his face shift, but he fails. It falls and drops out over his features as you take a sip from the bottle in your hand.

“Frank…”

“You like my bed.”

You roll your eyes, brow slightly arched. You’re faking annoyance, he can tell. He can tell because you’re ticking, pondering. Weighing up the options of what difference one night would make to your principles.

“It’s not because of that.”

“No?” you say, arched brow and laced in sarcasm.

Fuck, he wants to take your hands. Pull them to his face. Because he doesn’t feel like that for him anymore. He hasn’t. Not for a long time.

Not since before he showed up with his plan, and his lies, and his mission that ended with Redfly’s death.

He wanted to let it roll from his tongue that he meant it that first night. That he has hated all of your exes for the reason you must think, deep down—the one you’re unwilling to question or acknowledge for the same reasons he won’t.

Because he’s scared. Because he knows he’s only worthy of being a dirty secret—not something real. Not something stable and concrete, things you truly deserve.

And, he wants to respect your wishes, your rules. But, he also wants to wake up beside you in his bed. Wanting nothing more than to have his cake and eat it too, because how could he not? How could he not want you there for one morning, when he wants you there every single day?

That thought was the one he had shouted, it burning the air between him and the man he now doesn’t hear from.

You gonna tell her? Depends on if we fuckin’ get outta here, doesn’t it?

He didn’t. Even if he did make it out, make it back. You in his arms, sobbing, worries running from your mouth to his ear as he held you—silently sobbing into your shoulder for reasons he has never explained.

Which is precisely why he doesn’t reach for your hands. It’s why he lets the silence thicken before he answers.

Because he knows he loves you.

“No,” he says firmly.

Hoping it’ll be enough. Hoping the finality of the word will inform you that, if anything, it’s in spite of the memory of his former friend, former brother-in-arms, former…

“I live closer to here,” he shrugs. Not wanting to admit that it’s for any other reason. “Means we’d be quicker to—“

“Morales!” you cut him off.

All stern, cute—as though he hadn’t had his fingers buried inside of you half an hour ago in his old room.

“How have you been sleeping?”

It’s a simple question, easy. Your lips around the straw, draining your cup before placing it on the grass, next to his empty bottle.

His fingers reaching up, itching the front of his fringe under his hat—your eyes following his movements, holding on to them, adding them to the mental notebook you’ve likely made.

Frankie shouldn’t be surprised that you remembered. The trip that lasted more days than it should have and left its own marks on you, too. Scarred you in ways that you can’t explain or ever get rid of.

“Fine. I guess, just…”

“I know,” you say with a faint smile. Forced. Placed there to soothe him, but it doesn’t do much.

You don’t play with the radio.

You don’t even really talk. Just drumming your fingers on the door, staring outside, letting streets pass the two of you, until he pulls up outside his place.

All the way, he thinks about apologising.

For everything, and yet for nothing all at once. His eyes sliding over to you as he drove down roads, turned his chin a little more to gather more of you as he turned a corner.

You don’t look at him until he turns the engine off. Head rolling on the back of the seat, the softest, most beautiful smile on your lips—one he wants to taste, feel moulded to his mouth. Capture and steal it, in case he never gets the chance to again.

“If you say you’ll stay, you haven’t broken the rules,” he whispers.

It is all quiet, except for the little noises made by the car as it cools and relaxes from its journey here.

Frankie hears you swallow, and then sigh.

“Won’t I be?”

Shaking his head, he turns to face you on the plastic seat. Palm cupping your cheek, thumb stroking soft lines, hoping it’ll ease you. Relax you.

“If you prefer me to take you home—“

Your eyes drop.

“—then I will. But…”

Your eyes flash back up to him, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe. Even under twinkling lights, he can see each fleck of colour in them.

“But?” you whisper.

And he drags his thumb across your skin. “I just really want you to stay, for tonight.”

Sliding your lips to the side, your fingers move over his, pressing his palm to your cheek, giving him a smile—a gentle one, reassuring, sweet. “I want the right side. When you let me sleep.”

Smirking, he nudges closer, going to kiss you, but finding himself pressing a kiss to your forehead—one brimming with a smile.

Only realising he’s done so when he retracts.

Little lines appearing in your brow, gone, vanished in the next second, because then you’re moving closer, your lips on his—and for a brief, but pleasant moment, he forgets all of this isn’t real.

Falls into it, lets himself live there as he runs his hand up your thigh, before he’s dragging it over his. Uncaring that there’s a bed some so many feet away, he just runs his hands over your cheeks, along your jaw, thumbs on your neck—as he groans against your mouth.

Swallowing your moan, he fights a smirk at the way you rock your hips against him. Hand moving to your hip, pinning you—chasing your lips before kissing you again, and again.

Not ever having enough. Always wanting more.

As he has done for years. As he’s thought about for years.

Because there may have been others, but since he let himself think it, it’s always been you. A notion he kisses against your lips, writing them with his tongue against yours, content, happy.

“Can’t wait to spread you out on my bed, querida.”

He feels your lips spread into a smirk against his. “Can’t wait to have your cock down my throat again, Morales.”

He groans. Loud, almost undignified. Unsure how he got to be so lucky. Your fingers digging into the base of his neck.

CHAPTER FIVE ->

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #Frankie morales x reader smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales #jo: iltwy #triple frontier x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales x reader #catfish morales x reader #francisco morales smut #frankie morales smut #triple frontier smut #frankie morales x f!reader smut #pedrostories

390 notes · View notes

ewanmitchellcrumbs · 6 months

Text

Like Real People Do

Pairing: Abraham (Grantchester) x f!reader Warnings: Allusions to smut, mild angst, mentions of pregnancy. Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: Her and Abraham have been seeing each other on the sly for the last six months. Some unexpected news makes her worry she's ruined everything between them. Based on this request.

Author's note: For @bbyaemond. No tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

She gasps as she feels Cora’s hands gently squeeze her breasts through her blouse.

“Sorry, love,” the dark haired, older woman smiles at her apologetically, “it’s one of the only ways I can know for certain. Might be worth you seeing a doctor though, just to be sure.”

“No!” She shakes her head vehemently. “No doctors. If mum finds out she’ll kill me.”

“Seems to me you’re not far along, but give it another month or two and you’re gonna start to show. You can’t hide it forever,” Cora tells her softly. “Does Abraham know?”

Feeling tears prickle at her eyes, she lowers her head, inhaling shakily. “N-no,” she replies, her voice wobbling. “God, Cora, what am I gonna do? Please don’t say anything.”

Cora sighs, stepping forward and pulling her into a tight hug. “I’ll pop some water on to boil and we’ll have a nice cup of tea. That always makes everything better.”

The Romani people had arrived into Grantchester six months ago, setting up camp on Mr. Ruskin’s land. They’d kept to themselves and caused no trouble, so there had been no rush from the farmer to move them on, especially when they were paying him good money to make use of his stables for their horses.

She had been enamoured with Abraham from the moment she’d laid eyes upon him. His intense blue stare and the way it had dragged slowly down her form from top to bottom then back up again had made her skin feel hot.

He felt impossibly tell as he’d approached her and introduced himself, a lopsided smirk upon his sharp, handsome features. From the way her heart raced as she’d told him her name she’d known instantly she was in trouble. She was going to fall hard for this man, and she had.

It was a warm summer’s evening, the sun hanging low and vibrantly orange on the horizon as they’d walked to the top of the grassy hill that overlooked the village, settling down onto its grassy bank.

“I like it up here,” she’d told him, “I come here when I’m feeling sad or worried. Nice to pull my head out of the clouds by being close to ‘em, y’know?”

He’d raised an eyebrow at her, that trademark smirk reappearing and she’d felt for certain he was going to make fun of her, until she’d felt the weight of his arm around her shoulder. It had made excitement flutter in her stomach.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t ever feel sad or worried,” he’d told her, pulling a brown glass bottle from his inner jacket pocket and holding it up to her, “Pal’s ginger wine, fancy a swig?”

She’d giggled, accepting the bottle from him and uncorking it before taking a drink. It had burned the back of her throat as she’d swallowed, making her eyes go wide as she’d covered her mouth with the back of her hand, coughing and spluttering.

Abraham had laughed, taking the bottle back off of her and rubbing her back. “Yeah, it’s a bit on the strong side. Go easy with it.”

They had shared their first kiss that evening, and the ginger wine tasted so much sweeter upon his lips than it had from the bottle. His lips pressed against hers firmly, yet felt soft against her own as he’d threaded his fingers into her hair, their breaths heavy as his tongue had slipped against her own.

Every night after that had been filled with his presence, his large hands wandering over her curves as their mouths had moved together.

When he’d pressed inside of her for the first time, as they’d laid against a blanket on the hay, she’d winced slightly, tensing up at the uncomfortable sting. He moved with such self assuredness that she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, acrid and bitter in her chest. How many girls had there been before her?

Her worries were immediately pacified the moment he’d sensed her discomfort and pulled back slightly to look her in the eye, his palm cupping her cheek. “Is this your first time?” He’d asked quietly.

She nodded, embarrassment heating her skin, and averted her gaze with shame.

Abraham had grasped her chin between thumb and forefinger, brushing the tip of her nose with his. “Good,” he’d whispered, “that means you’re mine.”

He had kissed her passionately, his movements inside of her slow and gentle.

God, I love you, she’d thought, and every day since then the feeling had intensified.

It had been half a year of bliss, and she had been too wrapped up in her whirlwind romance with her handsome traveller to take any notice when she’d missed her monthly bleed the first time. However, when a second month had passed without any sign of it she had noticed and grown worried. Her breasts felt tender and she was more tired than usual.

The thought of telling her parents she might be pregnant had terrified her, she was sure they’d disown her. Cora was a kind, motherly figure of the Romani people’s camp and had always been welcoming to her, she had felt like the safest option.

Now as she sits opposite her, her hands cradling the comforting warmth of a cup of tea, she knows she’s made the right choice.

“I can’t tell Abe,” says quietly, figures stroking against the delicate china of her tea cup. “We’ve never even said I love you. He won’t want a baby with me, I was just a bit of fun until you all move on again.”

Cora tuts, pushing a plate of biscuits towards her. “You do both of you a disservice. That boy loves the bones of you, anyone can see that. Tell him.”

“What if he finishes with me?” She asks worriedly, her eyes big as she stares across the table at her.

“Then I’ll give him a bloody good clip round the ear,” Cora quips, snatching up a custard cream from the plate.

She feels lighter as she steps out of the caravan, more prepared to deal with the burden she has to bear. Filled with courage from Cora’s words, she makes her way towards the stables, knowing that’s where she’s most likely to find Abraham at this time of day.

Hearing voices as she gets closer, she pauses, listening intently to the conversation, keeping herself out of sight.

“So you’ll be ready for us to make a move once this thoroughbred’s sold then?” She hears Pal ask.

“Yeah,” comes Abraham’s response, “she’s fast, so she’ll sell quick.”

“And what about your missus, is she alright with all of this?”

“She’s a good girl,” Abraham says, “easy going, she’ll give us no trouble.”

Her heart lurches in her chest, her throat feeling tight and she turns and walks quickly away in the direction of home.

She’s a good girl, easy going, she’ll give us no trouble.

The words play on a loop in her mind. Abraham’s easy summer fling, one that will give him no hassle when it comes time for him to abandon her and move on to the next town, the next girl. Is that really all she is to him?

Hot, fat tears roll down her cheeks as she bows her head, wrapping her arms around herself, willing her feet to move faster, so she can fall apart in private. The thought that she is carrying the child of the man who plans to leave her is more than she can handle.

She shuts herself away in her bedroom for the next couple of days, feigning illness to her parents. It’s not a complete lie, the morning sickness has begun in earnest, though she is displeased to find it doesn’t have the courtesy to restrict itself simply to that time of day, and waves of nausea have her crouching over the porcelain at all hours.

This is the longest she has gone without seeing Abraham since they met, and in spite of the fact she knows their relationship is doomed to fail, she can’t help but miss him. When she’s not vomiting up the tea and toast she’s fought to keep down, she’s curled beneath her duvet, fear and sadness gnawing at her. What will she do without him? What will she do with a baby?

It’s early afternoon, and her dad is at work, her mum out running errands, when she sees the small pebble sail towards her bedroom window, dinging loudly off of the glass as it makes contact before falling away again.

She feels a rush of excitement as she looks out to see Abraham standing on the path below, looking up at her. Despite everything she cannot help what she feels for him, can’t deny the effect he has on her. He gestures for her to come down, brow furrowed slightly in concern.

Dread forms a hollow pit in her belly. Has he come to tell her he’s moving on, to end things? She is not sure her heart can take hearing him say the words to her, yet she slips on her shoes and goes outside anyway.

Abraham moves to embrace her, but pauses, stepping back as she hovers by the front door. “Your mum and dad in?”

She shakes her head and he visibly relaxes, posture becoming less rigid as he reaches out and takes her hand.

“Not seen you for a few days,” he tells her, “everything alright?”

She stares at where their hands join together, then up at his face and suddenly it feels as though she can’t breathe. She doesn’t want this to be her final memory of his touch, the clasp of his hand in hers as he breaks her heart.

Snatching her arm back, she swallows thickly, ignoring the way his eyes widen and his lips part slightly in apparent shock. “No. No, I’m not alright,” she says, voice wobbling.

Tell him.

She can’t. She doesn’t want the reason he stays to be because she has trapped him by falling pregnant. She wants to be enough for him, but the fact that he has her and wants to leave anyway tells all she needs to know; she isn’t.

She presses on, not giving him the chance to interrupt her. “I heard you and Pal in the stables the other day. I know you’re leaving, I just wish you’d had the decency to tell me sooner. So, if you’ve come here to finish with me, I don’t wanna hear it. I know. Spare me.”

Her breathing is laboured by the time she finishes speaking and she’s crying once more.

Abraham steps forward, his own eyes watery as he reaches for her. “Please, I–”

“Don’t,” she chokes out, before spotting her mum coming from the end of the lane.

Abraham follows her line of sight and stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking quickly away in the opposite direction, as she steps back into the house. She slams the front door and runs up the stairs to muffle her tears into her pillow. She doesn’t emerge for the rest of the day, falling into an uneasy sleep.

It has been four days since she overheard Abraham and Pal’s conversation, three days since she left the house, and the walls are beginning to feel as though they’re closing in on her. She is desperate to get outside, to breathe in fresh air and clear her mind and body of the heartache that plagues her.

She heads for her favourite hill. The climb feeling more tiring than it usually does, a side effect of her being pregnant she supposes. She wonders if she will have to stop coming here altogether as she gets bigger. The thought makes her sad. She is losing everything she loves.

The tickle of the grass against the backs of her legs as she sits down, coupled with the gentle breeze on her skin, has her closing her eyes, turning her face up towards the sun, enjoying its gentle warmth.

Staying like that for a few moments, she smiles to herself, savouring the first time her mind has been quiet since Cora confirmed her suspicions about her current condition.

She senses the sunlight darken through her eyelids and slowly opens them to see Abraham standing over her.

Her mouth turns downwards, her heart sinking.

He’s come to finish what he started.

“Alright?” He says, long limbs folding as he settles beside her on the grass.

She sighs. “Why’d you follow me here? I’ve said all I’ve gotta say.”

“Good for you,” he says, narrowing his eyes, “but I haven’t, so you’ll listen for once. I’m not leaving you. What you overheard the other day was Pal asking about me planning to bring you with us, you misunderstood.”

Tell him.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts, acting on Cora’s advice before she has the chance to talk herself out of it.

Abraham’s eyebrows raise, his baby blues widening as he stares at her wordlessly for a moment. Time feels as though it stretches for an eternity, and she worries he’ll simply get up and walk away, but then he smiles, a wide grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes and makes them twinkle.

“Just as well I’m taking you with me when we go then,” he says, placing a hand on her knee and squeezing gently.

She sighs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms around her middle. “You aren’t obligated to me just because you got me up the duff.”

“I know that,” he says, his hand never leaving her thigh, “but I meant what I said, I won’t leave you, baby or no baby. Look–”

He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a delicate gold wedding band, and she gasps.

“This was me nanna’s. Mam held onto it, wanted to give it to her daughter. Unlucky for her, she had all boys, so she said whichever of us got married first could have it. Been carrying it round since we first kissed, I’ve always known I wanted to ask you.”

“You were gonna ask me to marry you?” She asks in disbelief.

Abraham nods. “I still am. Figured you wouldn’t wanna come with me if I didn’t make an honest woman outta you, and well…I love you.”

She sniffles, resting her head against his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re not angry that I’m pregnant?” She wonders aloud.

“Not at all. It’s not happened in the order I thought it would, but that’s life, I s’pose. Just means you might look a bit fat in your wedding dress.”

She huffs a laugh, swatting at him playfully and he grins.

“So, we’re doing this then?” He asks.

“Yeah, looks like we are,” she smiles up at him.

“Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t leave without you.”

#abraham x reader #abraham x y/n #abraham x you #abraham imagine #abraham smut #abraham angst #abraham grantchester #ewan mitchell #abraham fan fiction #abraham fanfiction #abraham fan fic #abraham fanfic #grantchester #grantchester abraham #grantchester fan fiction #grantchester fanfiction #grantchester fan fic #grantchester fanfic

337 notes · View notes

aphrogeneias · 5 months

Note

Luiza you have no idea what you’ve done because I’ve wanted to talk about this for ages.

Remember that scene in the bronze where spike and buffy are up on the balcony? And he’s fooling around with her (fingering or fucking her it’s left vague lmao) and he’s telling her to look down at her friends and saying she belongs in the dark with him????

That with Eddie.

do they know?

summary: eddie always knows exactly where to find you, even when you don't want to be found.

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x slayer!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (+18), a little angst at the beginning. semi-public sex, fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting.

It's quiet up here, the opposite of what a nightclub should be.

Some stubborn voice in the back of your mind tells you that you should be having fun. You watch your friends from where you're standing, the empty balcony of the club you've been attending for years, dancing and joking around, making up their own silly choreographies as tonight’s band played something groovy.

Robin and Nancy hold each other's hands as they dance, Chrissy spins around in her pretty dress, Barb watches them from her trusty place at your usual table, smiling and singing along. They don't seem to notice how long you've been gone, maybe because you've been doing that a lot lately.

Hiding, that is. Leaving places early, without saying goodbye. You don't mean to, you just don't feel much like yourself these days. Not like the girl you used to be, but something new, different — scarred, tainted by something dark, marked by it.

It isn't easy to explain, the shadow that death leaves on someone. You were way too young when you took on this job, and it took a while until the weight of it started to pull you down, but it was finally starting to.

Maybe it was also due to the fact that you'd recently fallen into a bad habit, who was currently staring up at you from the dancefloor. In the middle of the sparse crowd, the only pair of eyes looking up are a deep brown, finding you in your hiding place.

You're not exactly surprised. Eddie hasn't left town in a while, and you'd seen him a couple of days ago — throwing rocks at your bedroom window until you let him in, climbing under your sheets, leaving before dawn.

If you felt colder without him in the morning than with him in your bed, when he wrapped his body around you like he loved you, you told no one.

Eddie disappears into the crowd until you can feel him again, right behind you. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of looking back, and suddenly, he's there, shielding your body with his, his chest to your back as his arms grab the railing in front of you, surrounding you with his leather clad arms.

The smell of cologne and cigarettes invades your every sense, and you need to keep from inhaling deeply. You wish you could turn around and bury your face on his chest, nuzzle into the worn cotton of his shirt, breathe him in.

You do everything to avoid the strange comfort Eddie brings you. It almost hurts, the intensity with which he draws you in.

“Not exactly the life of the party, are you?” You can feel his eyes on the side of your face, his insufferable stare paired with a grin.

“You know me.” You respond, simply.

“Mhm. You're right, I know you.” His chest vibrates behind you as he hums, caging you in even more. “All work and no play makes the little slayer a huge bitch.”

Rolling your eyes, you finally force yourself to glance at him from over your shoulder. “You came all the way here just to insult me?”

“No, but you make it hard not to.” He chuckles. “Just wanted to check on you, actually.”

He surprises you with a kiss on your shoulder, over your top. The whiplash still hasn't settled with you, the hot and cold of it all. Does he hate you? Does he… No. He doesn't.

“There's nothing to check. I'm clearly fine.” You bite your lip.

“So, you're clearly hiding from your friends”, he keeps kissing you, from your shoulder to your neck, now dragging his lips over bare skin, “for no reason?”

“I'm not hiding.” Swallowing hard, you try to stand your ground, but you already feel your walls start to crumble. “I'm just… tired, I guess.”

“Tired of what?” The hands that were on the rail are now in your waist, grabbing and squeezing you, until one of them descends to your hip, and the other up to your back. It slides up your spine, and settles on the back of your neck, while he grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back. “Of keeping up appearances? Pretending to be a good girl?”

You feel it all. His curls brushing your skin, the roughness of the hand that is now on your thigh, rising to feel you under your skirt, his nose digging on your cheek. You're surrounded by him, and regretfully, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“I'm not pretending.” You’re already breathing heavily. “I am good.”

“You sure? I don't know about that.” He finally reaches the crotch of your panties, finding them already sticky with your wetness. His fingers tease you above the fabric, lazily circling your clit, as if he has all the time in the world. “I think you're a bad, bad girl, and you know It too.”

It's all happening at the same time. He's keeping you in place with arm around your waist while he pulls your panties to the side and finally allows you to feel him, “Look at them. Do you think they know?”

You don't speak as he forces you to look forward, down to your blissfully unaware friends. It's dark where you stand, but all they'd have to do was look up and see you in this position. Heat fills your chest, up to your cheeks, and you grab his wrist, attempting to stop him.

He doesn't mind, instead he keeps his hand there, fingers slowly working your clit, dipping to your entrance to collect the slick steadily dripping from you, and back to your little button, “Do you think they know how much of a naughty little slayer you are? Do they know how much you like getting fucked by the big, bad monster you claim to hate? How much you love my fingers in your pussy, how you beg for more?”

Almost as if on cue, you plead. “Please, Eddie. Don't do this to me.”

“Do what?” He whispers, leaning his head down again, locking his lips to your chin, leaving a tender, lingering bite there. “This?”

Finally, he starts fucking you with one of his fingers, and then two. Eddie doesn't waste time, keeping a steady pace, letting you grind your clit on his palm. “You can't deny it because you know it's true. You know you love this, your body claims for me.”

You're grateful for the loud sound of the band playing, drowning out your little whimpers and moans. It's almost embarrassing how close you are already, his voice doing almost all the work for you, his thick fingers caressing your inner walls and hitting that spot inside you over and over.

Delirious little whispers of “yes, yes, yes” leave your bitten lips as you clench around him, tiny white stars behind your eyes as you cum. He keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear — all you hear is a vague “that's it, that's my girl” at some point — as you come down, still working his fingers inside of you, slowly at first, and then removing them.

When you regain your senses, you notice the bulge in his leather pants digging into your backside.

“Are you bringing stakes around with you now?”

“Funny.” He says, but doesn't laugh. “Find me in the bathroom downstairs in five. I'm not done with you.”

Again, you feel colder when he's gone.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic

197 notes · View notes

yutasbimil · 3 months

Text

Intimidating

jaemin x fem!reader x mark | nct dream ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, threesome mfm, trio dynamic, friends, crack, established relationship, tickling, kissing, kinky, hair pulling, teasing, dom-sub dynamic, fingering, dumbification, oral sex, blowjob, deep throat, mouthfuck, spitroasting, double penetration, buttplug, lingerie, anal sex, condoms, overstimulation, nipple play, unprotected sex, praise kink, filmed, pet names, FLUFF!!! D; ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 7.5k

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

The idea of them three, skin-to-skin, in the midst of doing it, bare bodies near each other… all of it seems intimidating.

The thought momentarily brushed Y/n’s mind, and it quickly produced cold sweats from her temples down to her feet. And all that’s left is clammy hands for her.

She didn't expect Jaemin to be serious in even entertaining the thought. Or has the slightest thought been given on this matter even?

Y/n could only sigh at her tense state.

Jaemin even said that the morning prior to today he actually already talked with Mark about the threesome set-up.

And he agreed.

Y/n doesn't want to admit that's all that consumed her head throughout the ride on the way to the airport.

She's skittish as fuck about this.

Like who wouldn't?!

Yes, it was her idea in the first place. Most of the time she blames her curiosity, and this would certainly kill the cat.

The clenching of her pussy– cat certainly troubles Y/n in putting herself in these types of situations. FYI, she didn't really have anyone in mind to do this with, most importantly, not a close friend— as she can't even begin to put two-and-two together to think of sexual things towards a friend.

At most, here and behold Na Jaemin though as he is with one of his unpredictability streaming within his veins.

Keep your head out of the gutter, Y/n. She tells herself off. It’s not a good impression to make of a friend. Let alone it being the first time meeting their friend.

What will he make out of me after this?

She can’t help but feel the intensity in her system the more the moment comes closer.

It’s not long until Jaemin and Y/n arrive at the airport to come and pick up Mark.

“It’s only until I move back to the dorms with Haechan,” Mark says, getting more napkins to wipe some droplets off himself. It came from his cold drink. They settled to fill themselves at a fast food place.

“You’re sharing the place with others too?” Jaemin asked, and the other guy nodded as they continued eating off their plate. Jaemin volunteered that Mark could go on and stay at his place until further notice.

“Once classes start, yeah, I’ll be moving in a week or two before or so,” Mark says, sipping his drink.

Y/n is just tuning in, she swallowed up bits of the iced coffee, feeling cold feet across the guy she mostly only interacted with through the internet. The closest they had been interacting was through group call sessions, so it was still dissociating to hear Mark’s voice beyond the robotic filter.

Although they had been friends before meeting… It can be said the same as how they're staring meekly at each other over fast food as they’re eating. Earlier there had been a nice meeting between them, even sharing an embrace and getting a hold of each other’s vibe on the bus ride.

“How long have you been staying in Jaemin’s place, Y/n?” Mark’s question shot Y/n back to the conversation, adding to her boyfriend’s hand on her lap as he taps to check in on her.

He smiles at Y/n softly before gesturing her towards Mark, who’s waiting for her to catch on the convo.

“Not too long, I’m only staying ‘cause I need help wrapping up some stuff for my thesis.” Y/n states, her shoulders getting less tense as she continues talking. “And it’s nearer my campus where Jaem’s residing.”

It’s not long until they’re back at their pace, finishing their food before catching up on life updates.

Jaemin would most likely give in to her request, so she should’ve seen this coming.

Certainly, we’re talking about Na Jaemin here…

She didn't know they’d do it too soon.

“N-not immediately, pabo!” she almost shrieked out of surprise, keeping her head low along her voice as Y/n smacked Jaemin by the shoulder.

He had to laugh at her coy behavior. Her boyfriend pats her on the shoulder to at least lessen her agitation.

Y/n could only grab hold of the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass and then chugging it.

Y/n is doing any means to postpone it, but mostly behind or interpreted as a mask of consideration for their friend. He’s got jet lag from the flight after all. She voiced out her reasons, a stutter slipping off her senses. “Let him rest…”

But it's intentional.

Jaemin likes teasing her, the blush on her face adds to his amusement, he grins. “Not immediately, no rush of course.”

She can't say the same for the ‘amusement’ Jaemin is showing, if it can even be called that. Y/n wants to drown out her thoughts but alas, she put it onto herself hmmm?

All because he discovered her porn stash in her secret folder. She wants to pull hairs off her body, it’s funny how her boyfriend is open and understanding. Y/n wants to throw herself on how he’s keeping his utmost attention to her even with all that embarrassment.

Y/n was even sure she was being repetitive and pouring assurance multiple times with her statement: “Even if I die I'm okay with it just being a fantasy, okay?”

It can stay as is, a fantasy.

Turns out it’s not fully okay after that hug and talk with Jaemin, in parallel to him that he had been bothered for days end. His response borderline melts her out of embarrassment and just pure wanting to bury his whole entire being in her arms.

“But I feel bad and I want to make you happy…”

“You already make me happy enough, my love, and I've explained before it's more on the stimulation all over… on why the idea intrigues me. Nothing about you or our sex life dissatisfies me, hmmm? Your dick enough makes me weak, Jaems.”

Fuck, she needed to resort to such nasty wordings huh? But it holds sheer truth in her.

“But I feel bad if I won't be able to do something that would make you happy.” He firms his ground on this sentiment.

If anything, Na Jaemin can be insistent as fuck.

She’s not fully against the idea, as much as Y/n stands with her main statement, the opposition is more driven by fear.

Y/n knew most of these types of situations ending in shitty ways. She doesn't even want to ruin their friendship or even the means of their ego or self-esteem.

Y/n tries to further elaborate on her point and preferences. “Okay, so let me put it this way, what if I am not okay with two girls then you?”

“But that's different,” Jaemin says. “I'm fine with it.”

Not me having to emphasize– she had to take a deep breath. “But babe, again, I am more worried about the aftermath, in terms of self-esteem and comparison. Our relationship after, along with the other party...” She had to pause, feeling heaviness on the agitation of how this would turn out, she pressed. “It's all too risky.”

But with this, it managed to end well.

It’s just a convenient coincidence that Mark happens to be staying with them and he is a trusted individual to start experimenting on this matter.

They make use of this opportunity as Mark also happens to want to experience this type of thrill. A win-win situation, right?

The couple did notice how evasive Mark is with them though, and it’s getting silly. Their game of tag of dragging him on the bed and then him moving back to the floor with his gadgets at hand. They find his timidness amusing.

However, it’s more about respecting their space. At most, he’s just chill.

She’s mostly used to the two being close, especially from what she heard when they were dormmates a few semesters ago.

Even the teasing and making her “jealous” how they’re the two who showered together back then, and how Mark is the first who slept beside Jaemin before her. Even their “babe” nickname agenda for each other would make her ears ring. Although most of it is just for laughs.

Mark seems to be on the edge as he signals for Jaemin, too immersed in their game.

“Ya, YA! They’re attacking our side!”

“Aish, I’m in the middle of something, I’ll catch up–”

“JAEMIN!!! HELP!” Mark shrieks, almost nudging Jaemin to the edge of the bed, the other just clicks his tongue, eyes furrowed.

It’s endearing seeing the two comfy in bed, with Mark on Jaemin’s lap while they’re playing their mobile game.

Y/n decided to join in beside them, her presence seemed unwavering for the two guys’ attention who just had their focus in their phones.

Though she felt Jaemin’s hand on her head before heading back to their game. He moves Y/n near Mark, to at least make them comfortable near each other.

To add more to being comfortable with each other’s presence, Y/n and Mark are now able to not flinch at being skin to skin, with Mark laidback on Y/n’s shoulder as they went on to watch TikTok videos on their phones.

A lightbulb popped up on Jaemin’s head.

As if Y/n wants revenge as she’s mostly used to this, she expects this from Jaemin’s usual antics. She joins in, locking Mark in her arms as Jaemin starts poking him by his side. “Y-YA! Ayo! Hold up—”

It full-on erupted as a tickle fight, the couple unified against Mark as he squirmed in Y/n’s locked arms around him. “Y’all crazy, stop!”

They're more on dragging Mark and him shrieking like a high school girl on how he’s panicking, holding for his dear life on the sheets. “Na Jaemin!”

In between huffs are laughs and giggles from the three, mostly Mark grabbing hold of the two, trying any means to stop them.

After a few minutes, the trio is catching their breath, Jaemin lets out a playful laugh looking at Mark. “That’s more like it.”

Mark raised a brow at him, grinning as he had just recovered from excessive laughing. “What?”

“Are you nervous around us?” He points out how Mark is just casually by Y/n’s side, evidently looking more at ease. Jaemin confronts him, he’s noticed him rigid since earlier.

Y/n just realized how Mark’s face is near, she swallows nervously.

“Well, to be frank, yeah, especially we talked about it,” he admits, glancing at Y/n then back to him, further confirming they’re on the same page. “The three of us… you know.” He evades his glances but the couple got it.

“Okay, let’s lessen that.”

Jaemin is quick to think and do some action.

As if another sync happened between the couple, Y/n just moves by Jaemin’s instruction. The two corners Mark and him refusing their clutches, more as he's shy and hesitant because, of course, she’s Jaemin’s girlfriend.

The thought makes him panic as undoubtedly… it’s his bro’s GF!

Turning the tables, Y/n is now the one being pressed down the bed. Though she submitted as she consents and wants to just lay down with all of this.

They ended up settling in bed anyhow, just a hug-pile in Jaemin’s bed.

Y/n’s head was atop Jaemin’s lap while Mark had his head on Y/n’s belly. Jaemin playing with Mark’s hair, and him giving Jaemin a side eye back like WTF?

He likes it though.

Y/n just finds this amusing how they’re like a cat and dog at times.

Jaemin had a thought to make Mark warm up further, cornered him in other words.

The look of panic on Mark’s face flushed all over when Jaemin grabbed his arm as he guided his hand near Y/n’s stomach. It spikes immeasurably as it lands on her chest.

“Come on!” Jaemin insists, Mark heaves in a panicked huff. He shuts his eyes, not even noticing how he had held his breath at the sensation of newfound softness.

Y/n can feel the nervousness in Mark's shaky hands, so he tries to do it gradually. Jaemin is guiding Mark’s hand on her breast further, keeping gentle touches along with looks of permission.

Y/n just swallows, she shyly nods as Jaemin follows along, obviously more comfortable fondling her breast.

Jaemin is now lifting her bra up, her boobs now exposed. The hit of cold air and hot breath in contrast to the two made her shiver.

Y/n shrieks at their cold touches, making Mark look at her wide-eyed as Jaemin puts his hand back. Y/n lets out a yelp the moment Mark touches her other bare breast.

He hesitates as Jaemin insists on keeping his hand in place.

“I-I told you, I, she doesn’t want to–”

“No, no… it’s fine, it’s just a bit weird that it’s not Jaemin’s hand…” Y/n is quick to respond, trying to open her eyes again, peeking in between her hands, covering her flushed face. This is to get familiarized with a face other than her boyfriend touching her intimately.

She lets out a faint breath, squirming as Jaemin starts playing with her nipple. Mark mildly reads onto it, merely moving his hand.

“So you’re fine with this? With me?” Mark assured her once again. His line of vision also comes across Jaemin who’s just gently smiling back at him.

Y/n nods, now the one voluntarily guiding his hand on her chest more, navigating it to her now erect nipples. “You guys do anything you want.”

She heaves in a sigh as they gladly do so.

“Told ya.” Jaemin points out, caressing her face before looking back at Mark. “And of course she’s shy, she’s the one who put herself into this.”

“Jae, stop teasing, it’s already embarrassing enough that I agreed.” Y/n covers her face with both her hands again, but Jaemin stops her, disapproving and signaling his girlfriend to keep her eyes on them.

She can’t help but pool more in her panties as Jaemin restricts both her hands atop her head. With such impure thoughts, she burns up, aroused at being pinned down like this. “Now Mark thinks I'm a pervert!”

Mark laughs, smirking. “So you're saying I'm also a pervert since I agreed to this?”

“Touché… ahh.”

The playful banter is cut short as Mark leans close to her chest, lightly brushing his lips on the bare skin near her sensitive knobs. It's warm…

Another set of lips crashed into her, Jaemin is now kissing her, sealing her moans of pleasure shut momentarily. It’s making her hover in the middle of reverie and being grounded.

His hands moved downwards. Jaemin’s rogue touches along with Mark’s lips caressing on her body hits her like a combo, weakening her in indulgence.

Her boyfriend looks at her intently, as if reminding her to keep conscious.

“Eyes on us only, princess,” Jaemin adds, raising her head with his finger to keep her eyes on them, his finger grazing over her chin.

She gaped at how breathless his deep stare was on her.

Look, isn’t this what you wanted?

Y/n breathes in, changing to a heave of sigh in satisfaction, moaning as Jaemin shifts. It served as answers in accord with their touches on her.

Mark meekly looks at her, following along with Jaemin as he gestures to Mark to start licking her nipples, already erect from the cold and excitement. As much as she hates to admit it, it’s arousing to have two people focusing their bold attention to pleasure you.

The passionate strokes of her boyfriend fill her with so much anticipation. On the other hand, she can feel Mark’s timidness through his leisure touches.

Right off the bat, she noticed the difference between the soft and strong start of the two men.

“Please, ah, oh no… hmmm… more.” She pulls onto Mark’s hair, still controlled as she tries not to hurt his scalp.

Feeling the hot breath of the two guys near her bare skin, Y/n can’t help but writhe in place. More on how she’s turning more and more disoriented in their touch.

“Jaem… Mark— fuck. You’re doing so good, holy, h-how…”

The labored breathing out of Mark, compared to his soft, little licks later on spreading out his tongue wide, it’s sensational. It’s slow and respite, sucking gently by the side of her chest then moving to pulling her nipples.

She tries to keep herself lucid.

“Ah… oh, my love.” Y/n hissed at Jaemin’s touch as he reached down below. She whimpers more on how he became more torrid with his fingers, brushing the surface of her panties, now sticky and embarrassingly drenched in her fluids.

Jaemin is already settled in, strong and firm with the movements of his tongue and mouth from guzzling the side of her breast and then back to her erect nipples. He’s even squeezing in her breasts while moving it to his tongue to lick all over.

“Ah, ouch… oh, yes.” Her expressions shift swiftly at every quick pace of Jaemin's actions. He bites onto her nipple, the stinging sensation makes Y/n hiss but eventually, it feels good as he kisses it, sucking it again till it feels right.

The switching to pulling and biting feels heavenly.

“Give Mark a look as well, baby, not only me.” Jaemin reminds, she quickly listens, observing their friend with lulled eyes.

The way their fingers sink into the soft skin of her boobs is breathtaking, it’s turning her further into mush the way Jaemin is breathing in her scent.

“Good girl.” Jaemin kisses the gap of her breasts, it makes her squeal when Mark goes in to pull her other nipple.

Y/n is squirming in place, almost melting to the feeling of the production of her juices flowing more elevated than usual. The pleasure and simultaneous stimulation is gradually overflowing her senses.

She cannot even catch on with her ragged breathing.

Jaemin released her nipple with a pop. “You like this?”

“Is this fine?” Mark also checks into her.

Y/n nods twice, switching from glancing at her boyfriend and her friend, to getting too lost in her blurry, hazy vision.

Looking at Mark, he’s getting more comfortable in placing his free hand to occupy the side of her boob. “Ahh… like that.”

She maintains eye contact with Mark as he pokes his thinned tongue onto the side of her nipples. He’s now mixing in techniques that she cannot fully comprehend his every move.

Y/n makes her hands useful by grabbing and brushing their hair aside, Jaemin frequently observes her as she’s getting more lost in too much pleasure. He even did her more by flicking her nipples whilst licking around it.

“Uh, oooh… yes, that’s fu-shit, go-ood.” Y/n lets out a sigh, raising her head in delight.

Y/n pulls Mark’s hair a bit harder, stroking him by the hair down his neck now gently, as he concurrently matches Jaemin’s touch. It seems to be to Mark’s liking as he feels well taken care of.

“So wet already, baby.” Jaemin bellows, he takes the initiative to guide Mark’s other hand to touch Y/n’s pussy.

“Ah- no… uh,” she gasps, as if denying the obvious. She flinches at the sensation though quickly easing to assure the two that she consents and wants to proceed.

It fills her more with excitement, what more for the actual act when they're this good for the opening act.

She bites her lower lip in satisfaction, seeping in their heed.

The mixture of new sensations swallowed Y/n senseless. To Mark’s sucking and licking of her breasts to her neck, along with his hands and Jaemin’s fingers playing with her clit and walls. It drives her to the edge. If this is bliss, she’s surely already in it for the ride.

After the last pump, a moist and dripping finger of Jaemin out of her wet core, and the last suck of her supple skin from Mark, Jaemin glances at the two of them with a satisfied smile.

“Hope that at least familiarized you both with each other, hmmm?”

Lost for words as she’s drained to the drop, Y/n wordlessly wraps them both in her arms. And in that position, with Jaemin and Mark close to her chest, they drifted off to sleep.

A day has passed, and they’ve rested and cleaned up already. The trio went out to just hangout in the mall and got a meal after.

Now they headed to the arcade to wind down a bit.

Y/n suddenly feels a bit heavy down the head and neck though. And as if it’s hazy in her vision, or is Mark a bit more giggly than usual?

She shoots him a glare then back at Jaemin, her boyfriend seems laidback and just playing though.

This just started when we took a picture a few moments ago. She just hums, maybe it’s just in her mind.

She then followed Jaemin and played with him.

Y/n just took no mind off it for the rest of their time in the arcade, which was her mistake.

They’re about to leave the mall, going up the stairs, Jaemin grabs Y/n’s hand as they walk together, with Mark following behind them.

“You guys sure you don’t need anything else?” she asks, looking around the stores to make sure. Y/n reaches for the nape of her neck mindlessly. It added a line to her forehead when she felt something soft from her hoodie. Huh?

Feeling her neck, Y/n now grabs onto whatever was put in her hoodie. She hears a laugh at her side.

“What the fuck, Mark? I thought you swallowed your burger whole in one second!”

“What?” Jaemin shoots the two a glance, eyebrow raised at his girlfriend holding up a wrapped, untouched burger, clearly looking pissed.

“I put the burger in her hoodie.” Mark holds on to a laugh, stifling but quickly bursting as Jaemin breaks into a laugh as well.

“The fuck?” Jaemin swears then gives a high-five to Mark as if it’s the most funniest thing he'd done.

“I swear you two—!” she rolls her eyes at them. No wonder things had been odd since earlier.

Man, she can’t believe these are the same two people she dealt with in bed last night.

Y/n just laughed along at this point, no wonder these two are close. Both are weird af.

“This is just one time,” reminded Jaemin, and he’s just going through the limits and agreement again, pushing down his fingers one by one to make a point. “No penetration in the vagina. Consent at all times. No kissing.”

“Of course, babe,” Y/n says, hugging Jaemin by the arm. They're both lying in bed.

“We’re cool with that… but… is this your plan all along?” Mark asks, seeing Y/n already down on her knees with Jaemin grabbing hold of her on both shoulders.

“For today, yeah.”

Mark remained silent, just leaning by the bed frame.

“Why? Are you tired?” Y/n asks. They just went to the mall after all. Mark shakes his head. “Nah, just asking… you're really cool with me here?”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah, if we weren’t, we should’ve just left you in the mall really.”

“Makes sense.”

Jaemin sits down, guiding Y/n’s head to his already bulging tent in his pants.

Releasing his erection, it sways, Y/n grabs hold of it casually. Her nervousness is now mostly gone even with the presence of the other guy in the room.

Y/n just focuses her gaze on Jaemin.

“You can join us later if you want— urgh…” Jaemin groans as Y/n wraps her mouth around him, stroking Y/n endearingly by her head. “Or just do your thing there and watch.”

He gestures, suggesting Mark to jack himself off while watching.

Taking note of this, Y/n goes on and twists her hand while bobbing her head to make Jaemin noisier than usual.

“Uhhh… Y/n.” Jaemin bites his lips, and Y/n takes a brief glance at Mark, seeing his Adam’s apple bop a bit as he’s fixated on them. She smirks, further taking in Jaemin deeper in her mouth.

She at least wants to give him a show.

Whilst giving her boyfriend a blowjob, they can see Mark’s hesitation in touching himself. His flinching, shaky hand, and intent gaze at them says something else.

Noticing this, Jaemin pulls Mark closer, guiding Y/n’s hand to Mark’s erection, making the other shiver at her touch, prominently still shy.

Y/n raised her brow at his, muffling a bit with her mouth full.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me after that burger-hoodie fiasco?!”

Mark just guffawed at this point. That is too funny for him, huh?

Y/n pulls him back in, trying to return the mood in the room as she reaches for Mark’s neck.

“What do you want to do?”

At the question, as if a bead of sweat appeared by his temple. The bop of his Adam's apple answered for his anticipation as well. “Anything you're down for really, it's already a good time letting me into your fun.”

Mark looks at Y/n and then back at Jaemin. Now, the two are looking at Y/n, her already occupied with her mouth in her boyfriend’s dick.

She just looks at her boyfriend as if getting permission for the next step. Jaemin already had something in mind to give her the pleasure she deserves before she could even ask.

Jaemin helps by taking off her shirt. And at the wiggle of her butt, Mark is shocked at the sight of the buttplug as Jaemin sets her thong aside. It crossed his mind, now burning red and embarrassed as they’ve been together the whole day, she’s got all that hiding underneath?

Jaemin teases Mark, caressing his reddened ear. He knows the sight of his hot girlfriend had his friend flustered.

“I told her to get ready in case things are going down soon.”

Mark just nods, blushing pink in cheeks to ears.

Jaemin goes to remove her lingerie, even teasing to move around the buttplug a bit, making her yelp. She quickly crosses her legs to hide, but Jaemin restrains her.

“Nope, no can do, jagiya. Show us everything, c’mere.” Jaemin chuckles, spreading her legs with a grin. He goes in and kisses the side of her inner legs.

“Stop being a tease, Jaem.” She looks away blushing even as Jaemin gestures to position herself to be on all fours.

She starts facing him to hug Jaemin first then continuing to blow him.

Her bum sticks out and the buttplug is shining as if to allure Mark. Diving in, Mark adjusts her near him.

“F-fuck, oh.” Y/n sighs. With a lick, Y/n almost buckles at the feeling of his tongue.

Mark eats her out while she’s sucking Jaemin’s dick, as if looking like a pleasure train.

“Ah, ahh… hmmm.” She tries her best to speak up but is restrained by the dick in her mouth. But holy fuck. The sensation and rhythm are already different in how Jaemin is handling her, literally with the hand as he's playing her pussy.

The shape of Mark’s fingers is different, the twists and combinations he’s choosing are unpredictable. From the pacing to the licking, the way he's pulsating his digits in and out of her is making Y/n weak to the knees.

It is getting more difficult to multitask on her end. It's gradually getting harder to simply focus on pleasuring Jaemin as she’s moaning too much. Add to her squirming at what Mark is doing as he eats her out while inserting his fingers. Even twisting it as he sucks her—

“Fuck, you're so hot, love. You're doing… ha… so good.” Jaemin grabs hold of her head, guiding her to thrusting his dick in her beautiful mouth. Mouthfucking her into reverie.

Her moans are vibrating around Jaemin’s throbbing dick, she can further feel the growing hotness at the back of her throat.

“Jaemin… my, oh yes, love.” Y/n whimpers, shaking her head. She's trying to get hold of what's going on behind her, but her legs are turning weaker. She grabs on the sheets, onto anything— writhing. Y/n gasps for air, sipping onto loose saliva failing her.

“You’re doing great, Mark, oh fuck, what are you doing?”

This is far different from Jaemin’s tenacious licks. She shuts her eyes tight to at least envision what the heck he may be doing, but her mind's too clouded.

She had to resort to asking directly. “You sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?” Y/n lets out a chuckle, wiping her sweat as she manages to break into some. “Wo… woah. Hun, even your fingering is good, holy fuck.”

“I'll just continue this then.” Mark smiles, carrying on with his business.

“Yesh, please… ahhh-uh. Ah.” Spilling out a few more syllables, she happily goes back to pleasuring her man.

Y/n just gives up at this point, as if a dog in heat, she lets her tongue let loose. Licking and sucking on autopilot. She tries her very best to keep her eyes in focus to not go off too high into bliss.

Jaemin is even taking notes of this.

Y/n is fully enjoying herself grinding on Mark's fingers.

“You're enjoying this too much, huh, love?”

“Yesh… uh,” she pauses, heaving in a breath as she's forgetting even the basics of breathing at this point. “Ohh… very much so… I love you.”

“I'm… urgh, glad. Love you too.” Jaemin hisses as he pinches her legs, peppering her head and body with kisses. He reaches out to play with her breasts.

“Aish, these two lovebirds.” Mark comments, he goes back to mind his own business though.

“Join in then, babe.” Jaemin banters, earning an eye roll from Mark. “I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He chuckles, focusing back on Y/n who's amused watching them.

Jaemin caresses her face, setting her stray hair aside as it's getting a bit rough in handling her. He looks at Y/n with such doting eyes, sharing the pleasure of seeing her with so much delight.

Mark continues to devour her, his tongue is a bit more gentle but he attacks more with his fingers. Mark spreads her legs more apart as she keeps squirming, twitching embarrassingly tight around his fingers as he keeps attacking his tongue on her clit and hot entrance.

She could almost see white all over, but she's not quite there yet.

The feeling elevated her senses, how she didn’t expect to like it this much. Having her holes taken care of, with her mouth sucking while feeling someone is sucking her at the same time.

She could almost cry out of pleasure.

Just as she's about to give in, her legs are moved to another position. Y/n cannot protest as her core had been yearning for a dick inside her ages ago.

Jaemin thanks Mark as he already got Y/n ready and wet. With a quick alignment, Jaemin easily penetrated her pussy.

While they’re fucking, Mark is quick to catch on, twisting and licking her boobs and nipples. The added sensation made her extra loud and wailing. It almost rendered her incoherent.

Being more adept in multitasking, Jaemin gets Y/n’s phone, the camera already open to be handed to Mark. “Film us.”

Mark perks a brow, the other hand now pumping on his dick as he reconfirms with Jaemin. “Like record you two fucking?”

Jaemin nods. “She’s into this shit, watch how she’ll turn into a pool of mess just by filming her—”

“Na Jaemin! Don’t expose me like that!” She tries to retort, pulling herself off Jaemin, but the pounding dick in her restrains her from doing so. Jaemin now has full control over her with Mark at the side.

“Awww… babe, it’s okay,” Jaemin assures. “It’s just Mark, I’m sure he wouldn’t think it’s weird.”

“It's because it is Mark that I think he’ll think of me weird!”

Mark just laughs, shrugging it off, and proceeds to film them.

“Do this as well.” Jaemin insists, demonstrating to pull Y/n’s hair as a request.

Y/n sees her surroundings slowly crumble as Jaemin reveals her kinks to Mark one by one.

Stop it!

She wants to complain but she's practically pushed down under their submission. Everything just feels so good.

The way Jaemin is fucking her in doggystyle, even the clapping of skin along with slapping her ass.

Jaemin just tells Mark off to go on and pull her hair.

Jaemin grabs hold of both her hips as he’s going at it, ramming into Y/n.

“Uh… ah, please, oh-fuck.” She's left with quivering lips at this point. Taking in mind Jaemin's dick the hair pulling seems to be something else.

Mark is enjoying it a bit too much, he unintentionally went too far as it already hurt.

“Mark? Oh, arghh—” Her groans are now replaced out loud by pain.

Why does it seem odd?!

“Hm-Mark! YA! That felt like something else, do you have any grudge against me?!”

“My bad, my bad. Sorry.”

He doesn't seem to have any remorse though.

Y/n huffs at Mark, taking a break for a laugh and even casually talking while they’re having sex in front of him.

They're seeing Mark with his dick out, pumping himself as he watches over the couple.

The sound of sex and skin slapping adds more to the arousal of the three.

Earlier as they started off, they were still shy af. But now while she’s getting fucked, she’s stimulating Mark's erection, even wanting to spring free his dick.

“Is it okay to suck you, Mark?” Y/n assured every step of the way but she didn't feel any sense of refusal from Mark stopping her from stripping him off.

He places the phone tidily nearby to continue to film their supposed sex tape.

Mark swallows, nodding a bit and the meeting of Y/n’s tongue on his erection fully turned his lips agape.

Although slightly hesitant, the way it twitched at Y/n's touch drew it nearer to her touch. As if Mark's body itself is craving for any sensation available. And luckily, they're already here to fulfill that thirst for lust.

It weaves on naturally how she's down on all fours, with Jaemin still making use of her sweet pussy as he's ramming into her. While Mark is now the one occupying her mouth, fucking her is still a bit too gentle for her liking.

“More, please…” she barely mumbles clearly with her cheeks full. Y/n also put her hand around Mark's dick along her sloppy movements, sucking him harder. She feels two different sets of hands touching around her chest, her boobs springing free ever so slightly. Jaemin removes his hands to which Mark takes charge of squeezing her boobs together.

She feels herself getting tighter and tighter around Jaemin as he pounds in and out of her. She pulls in Mark so that he can reach the back of her throat. “Yes, that's.. urgh-uh, it… more, harder!”

No use getting shy now that they went up to this point. Now they're braver and pushed confidently in getting lost in pleasure as that is their main goal here.

The difference between Mark and Jaemin is that they’re a warning with Mark’s end, him mumbling a “Here we go,” before excusing himself to fuck her mouth. Compared to Jaemin just wordlessly entering her, slamming in and out roughly.

She’s mixed between wanting to be treated as fragile with care or being completely manhandled.

With Mark pushing her hair aside to get more hold of his dick into her mouth, while Jaemin is grabbing hold of her hips and slapping her ass in the process of making her a moaning mess.

It adds more fluidity as she gets wetter by the second hearing both of them groaning and a mix of moaning as she lets them use her senselessly.

With open arms, they're more on enjoying the moment and experience.

This is the feeling of getting sandwiched by two guys whom you trust and who care about you.

At most, this is far different in comparison to her surprise in getting into this situation. Quite literally to get caught up between two men to whom she's dearly close.

Even in between the nastiness and roughness, she feels well taken care of.

With just enough strength, Y/n sticks her butt out for Jaemin removing the butt plug with a pop. While this is going down, she puts on the condom on Mark’s erection with Jaemin assisting them.

Jaemin lays down on his back, with Y/n on top of him. Adding more lubrication, Jaemin spits into her ass, spreading the saliva all over, mixing it with her wetness.

Mark is getting ready to insert his dick into her ass, aligning it before pushing it.

With a huff from Y/n, Mark starts working. It took no time for Jaemin to slip into her hot wet core, as well, sliding in so easily as a moan slipped off his lips.

Basically, Y/n is sandwiched in between them, Jaemin inside her pussy while Mark is thrusting on the back. She’s practically pinned down to Jaemin’s chest, her breasts rocking back and forth. The friction on each of their skin adds to the heat of their senses.

The hollows of her neck are filled by Mark’s hot breath, their proximity almost blurring as the gaps in front are settled in by Jaemin’s warmth.

It’s getting tougher, and more perplexing as Y/n tries to keep her consciousness intact as she keeps tactile, feeling the gaps and the angle. The distinct rhythm and attention also shakes her core, her system going full overdrive.

To keep her boobs from swaying freely, Mark cups her breasts, adding a twist to her nipple. She felt lips smacking on her skin, Jaemin was grazing his teeth on her supple skin.

The nibble and bite marks Jaemin is doing prolong her desires.

“Please, ah! Ah… hmph…” she rasps, scrunching her fists to the bed sheets. Y/n feels everything slipping away like the fabric on the bed as she’s getting more stirred up to the guts. Both their dicks keep hitting the sweetest spots. She wants her holes to be filled with white all over.

Mark gets hold of her, supporting Y/n’s stature as Jaemin spreads her legs wide like an eagle spreading its wings.

“Wait, wait… uhh, hngh!—” In the middle of speaking, she wasn’t given an ounce of rest as she remained tight around her asshole. Jaemin is also devilishly grinding against her to keep her from breaking away. It also involves her sensitive clit as he is banging into her, weakening her knees. Besides taking hold of her dangling tits, her boyfriend did not forget to stimulate her clit.

Jaemin rubs his fingers to her sensitive clit, the dirty noises of their mixed juices sloshing along their pumping dicks in her holes amplified Y/n’s moans.

She shakes her head as it’s getting confusing to distinguish the difference with both her holes being worked on.

The sensitivity grows with the variation of sensations and rapidity in her holes getting in and out, the pounding inside her pushes Y/n closer and closer to her climax.

“F-fuck, wait, guys…” She sucks in a breath, sipping her saliva and soul back into her. She tries to buckle her legs together, but the two guys are preventing her from flailing away from their bodies.

But she doesn’t want this to end yet!

Before she completely gets lost in pleasure they change it up, adjusting Y/n to their desired position. Y/n is scooped in by her arching back, with Mark carrying her. He grabs hold of her shoulders, moving to slightly choke her neck with his veiny hands. He’s breathing in close to her ears, creating harsher goosebumps down her spine.

“You’re so tight.” Mark breathes out, his hands on her hips tightening.

Y/n could only swallow in response, holding onto the nape of his neck, mewling as Jaemin continued to hammer her juicy pussy.

Y/n is now back pinned down at Jaemin’s heaving chest, she feels Mark spreading her butt cheeks, pounding rougher, harder than any pace she expected out of him.

Is he also close?

Feeling a more heightened awareness of both dicks inside her twitching, she’s clenching shamelessly tighter by the second around them.

“Y/n…” Jaemin pulls her close. Simultaneous to this, Jaemin goes to hug her, and she also feels Mark embracing her from behind. Both guys are holding her stature, with Jaemin intricately placing kisses on her while feeling Mark near her. Each of them is swallowing each other��s breaths at the proximity.

“Uh… ohh… fuck, I’m close, Y/n.” Mark groans near her ears. Her drenched state becomes unbearably good. This is the first time Jaemin ever noticed Y/n this soaked to the core.

“Me too… uhh,” Jaemin also hisses, his movements unwavering despite his ragged breathing. “How about you, baby? Feeling good?”

“Uh, huh,” she nods, mewling in the kiss in the mix of her boyfriend’s groaning. She feels so loved with him checking in on her. Also, Mark occasionally tapping her on the shoulder as well. Jaemin devours her with his passionate kisses. His rampant pounding is consistent, ever getting sloppy as he’s getting harder. His width and the feeling of his firm girth feel familiar, he’s about to burst.

Swearing along them is Mark, his lips crashing by her bare back. He’s brushing her hair to the side as he keeps pummeling his dick to her ass.

At this point, Y’n is gasping for air, tongue sticking out mindlessly with her eyes disarrayed up high to so much pleasure.

Jaemin guides Mark's hand on the hollows of her neck, motioning him to tighten it a bit close to a choke. Jaemin remains unfaltering with his thrusts while still keeping lustful eye contact towards her as she gets lost in bliss.

She keeps her tongue in control, but it’s getting harder to keep it inside her mouth as the two men get more and more ragged.

Y/n creased her nails on the sheets, trying her best not to scratch Mark’s back with her other hand as she is getting desperately close—“I’m coming, fu-fuck!” Y/n feels herself spasm, embarrassingly tight around them at their persistent fucking of both her holes.

She almost wants to shout out her orgasm, curling her toes. But it’s too late as she already feels warmth in both her holes, strings of white covering her body. Her back gets pumped up a moment later as the three of them rupture in a trance.

The trio catches their breath. She crashed herself on the soft sheets, barely hitting the pillow.

Now with Mark lying on his back, he curls up near Y/n as she lays in between them.

Mark now reaches for Y/n’s phone to stop the recording, they barely remember it was there in the first place. Jaemin also helped clean up, along with Y/n helping Mark discard the used condom.

Jaemin stands up and gets a clean towel from the rack, he casually throws it to Mark.

“So when do you want to do this again?” Jaemin huffs, returning to the bed. He’s supporting himself with his elbow, caressing Y/n’s face. He’s tracing her features while expecting an answer from Mark.

Their friend raised a brow at Jaemin. “I thought this was just a one-time thing?”

Jaemin pauses, then reconfirms the look on Y/n’s face. He slightly shrugs, nonchalant.

“Seems like the other one here enjoyed it a bit too much,” Jaemin kisses atop her forehead. “She might look for that type of pleasure, hmmm?”

It’s obvious from Jaemin's grin that he’s teasing.

Too worn out to even argue, Y/n just blushes.

“Whatever, it’s up to you, guys,” she quietly says. She moves away from them, curling up the other way to hide her face from the two guys.

To be frank, it’s anything but ‘intimidating’ from what she expected in her head. It’s not even established as ‘timid’ from the energy they got from each other.

The outcome is about the chillest experience she added to her non-existent to-do list. She’s glad she’s able to look at them with no awkwardness. If anything, this is the very reason they got closer to each other.

This is a great addition to her fantasy fulfilled. Four out of Five would do it again.

※ my masterlist | #enjeiwrites ※

#jaemin #na jaemin #nana #nct #nct dream #jaemin fluff #jaemin smut #jaemin crack #jaemin x reader #mark x reader #jaemin x reader x mark #mark lee #nct mark #nct 127 #kpop imagine #fanfic #enjeiwrites

131 notes · View notes

ultralightpoe · 6 months

Text

All Hallows Eve - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1.122

Warnings: SMUT

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

The devil stood up on the steps of the throne, beside where the king sat, keeping his arms locked behind his back as he watched the dance before him. A black leather mask covered his face, fangs and red serpentine eyes with horns larger than life, his head cocked to the side as he watched one dancer in particular.

Where Aemond Targaryen looked every bit beastly you had been the beauty.

Decked in a golden dress with a gold mask that covered only half your face in the shape of butterfly wings, your hair extravagantly done. It didn’t matter where in the room one stood, you drew everyone’s attention with every smile and twirl.

Dozens of dukes and lords had been fighting for the chance to dance with you tonight, and you had been nothing but happy to appease them, smiling from ear to ear as you turned the ballroom floor into your own personal haven.

Aemond loved this, loved watching you enjoy yourself and throw everyone in this god forsaken kingdom into awe.

And he allowed you to have your fun, smiling under the mask that covered his entire face as two lords rip their own masks off to scream in eachothers face on who would dance with you next.

The bell chimes midnight, and before either men can draw their swords Aemond is moving down the steps with an easy grace, catching the attention of the people. The music goes silent, his boots clicking against the ground as you stop your dancing and wait for him at the center.

A Cheshire smile covers your lips as you bow, putting your hand in his own hand when he reaches it out and blushing a bit when he pulls it up to place his lips upon it. His kiss lasts a little longer than normal, but he makes sure to look up at you and tilt his head in a way that he knew you liked. And though you could not see his eyes he knew that you recognized the game.

The beauty and the beast.

The music starts up again and he wraps an arm around your waist, shivering when your hand traces up his arm until it lands on his shoulder with your nails digging into the leather. He keeps a firm hold on your other hand, and begins the waltz.

You both move in harmony as the music starts. Going from the waltz to the natural dragon dance, staring at each other intensely as everyone else begins filling the floor to copy your movements, still giving you both a wide berth.

“How are you enjoying your Hallows Eve?” He whispers during one of the spins, his fingers tracing your spine before you are dragged apart to fan your arms out like dragon wings. You bite your lip, and his blood runs hot, watching intently as you move closer.

Another round of waltzing and you lean to whisper into his ear. “I am enjoying it quite a bit, but I would have enjoyed it more if my darling husband were to join in.”

“Is he not in attendance?” Aemond asks, spinning you around once more.

“No, poor thing left me with the devils of the night.” You smile, shivering when his fingers graze over your chest quickly.

“Meet me in the tunnels.” He whispers, enjoying your widened eyes. You don’t argue, merely nod the slightest before the beast of the night disappears and leaves the beauty behind.

You carry a candle as you pick up your skirts, walking down the tunnels with a chill running down your spine at every sound.

Aemond is waiting in your regular spot, leaning against the wall with the mask twirling in his fingers.

“The beauty of All Hallows Eve.” He mocks, watching you take off your mask and move closer.

“The beast.” You tease, dropping the gold mask to the dirt beneath you and moving your hands to the leather of the jacket. “How will you have me tonight?”

A low chuckle slips from his lips, and you can do nothing but watch as he bends down to pick up your skirts, his fingers grazing across the skin of your thighs as he lifts the dress slowly. He bunches the skirts at your hips, pushing his own into you and using his free hand to untie the trousers of his own outfit.

“Are you ready for me, Beauty?”

“As always, my beast.” You gasp, feeling him press into you, his nose against your own as you breathe in the minty smells of his breath. “You must hurry, before my husband-”

He enters you in one swift motion, a grunt falling from his lips as his hands tighten on your hips in a brutal grip. You moan, head falling back into the tunnel walls as you wrap your leg around his own hip for better purchase, nails digging into the leathers on his shoulder.

The echo of skin slapping against skin fills the silence as he grunts and gasps at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

This dance is nothing but brutal, him leaning forward to bite and nip at your lips before one of his hands fly to your throat and squeeze.

You moan loudly, tightening around him as you come undone before he follows closely. His thrusts slow and he lets you ride out your high before moving back and retying his trousers.

“Happy All Hallows Eve.” He whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your collarbone as your eyes begin drooping.

You awake in your bed the next morning, the gold dress from last night laid carelessly on the floor beside a pair of leather riding boots. Blinking slowly, you move to sit up, smiling to yourself when you realize you woke up just in time to see your lord husband emerging from the bathing chambers.

“Good morn, Lord Husband.” You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed as he moves forward, spreading your legs to stand between them, keeping his thumb and forefinger on your chin.

“Good morning, Lady Wife.” He leans to kiss your lips and you reach up to trace your fingers along his face, thumb rubbing at his scar, enjoying the shiver that runs through him.

“Have you time this morning-” You moan out, already eager for him. He smiles at you knowingly and shakes his head.

“There are pumpkin pastries out on our table for breakfast. I want to hear all about your adventure last night.”

“Oh, I met a fearsome beast.” You whisper, hands slipping into his wet hair.

“Were you scared?”

“Very.” You smile, enjoying the way he smiles back. Safe to say you didn’t end up eating the pumpkin pastries until that afternoon.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfic #aemond ta #prince aemond #aemond #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen possessive #aemond targaryen fluff #halloween fics #aemond fluff #aemond smut

146 notes · View notes

sugarwithtea · 1 year

Text

afternoon dream (m) || jjk

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

genre : smut, fluff, pwp, established relationship au

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : sunday afternoons are always lazy, with you snuggling into the bed with your boyfriend. this time though, he has other plans, and all you have to do is relax.

word count : 1.5k

warnings : swearing, kissing, v soft kisses btw, oral sex (f. recieving), fingering, overstimulation, v lil dirty talk, soft smut

author's note : i was having a v lazy afternoon, and so i thought of writing some soft jk smut ;) aaand ended up with this baby. unedited and written on a whim, as always. (and i highly recommend listening to the mood song while reading ;))

mood : fuck it i love you

m.list | taglist

The curtains move slowly, in the peaceful afternoon breeze that graces your Sunday with its presence. Golden light filters in through the gap between the curtains, forming intricate, light forms on your face as you peek open an eye to stare at the window.

It was around 2 pm, and the lazy Sunday had led you and Jungkook to have a heavy breakfast, thus skipping lunch and laying in bed in each other's presence for what seemed like forever.

A breath taken calmly and his arms had wrapped themselves around your waist, tracing lazy patterns on the strip of skin exposed due to your shirt riding up. Your eyes close themselves again and you sigh when he snuggles deeper into your side, taking in your scent and breath.

A moment passes in tranquility, before you feel the press of his soft lips against your neck, light as a feather.

"Jungkook." you sigh.

"Yes, my love?" he kisses your shoulder, sliding the sleeve down, trailing your soft skin with more kisses.

"I wanted to relax." you get a little breathless as he follows the expanse of your arm, sitting up and kissing your knuckles.

"That's all you have to do, baby. Let me take care of you."

You close your eyes, rather blissfully as his hands play with the waistband of your shorts and mouth with your shoulder. He is all over you at this point, adjusting your waist so you're on your back, facing him and moving back so he can hover over you.

"You look so beautiful." he kisses your lips, slowly, taking his time.

The world spins in a haze and you feel your toes curl from the intensity of the slow way his lips move with yours, in a rhythm, like two swans dancing across the lake in tandem.

You moan into the kiss and he almost crashes down upon you. Your hands intertwine themselves in his long hair as he caresses your waist, inching your shirt upwards.

He detaches his lips from yours just as you start getting eager and starts leaving open mouthed kisses on your jawline, going to your breastbone, slowly.

"What's the hurry? We have all the time in the world." he mumbles against your skin and you arch your body into him as he settles between your legs, spreading them with ease.

"Jungkook." you moan out his name when his fingers dip beneath the band of your shorts, sliding them down and savouring every inch of your neck together.

Even the smallest actions make your heart leap out, ready to go into his arms. The man you love sits back on his heels as he eyes you with a gleam in his eyes, one you know all too well.

A golden, soft shimmer in his doe eyes, lined with the red glitter of lust is what you see when you look in his eyes, yours beckoning him to you.

"Y/N." a whisper into nothingness and he dives down, licking your inner thigh and rubbing his thumb on your hip bone.

You whimper in his hold and he pins you down when his mouth moves nearer to your centre. He exhales shakily when he comes in sight with your dampened panties.

"Love, you are already so wet." he chuckles a little and kisses your core through the drenching cloth and your hips arch up as you moan.

"Relax."

"I can't. You're" you exhale when he suddenly discards you of your panties,"you're not letting me."

"Sorry." he chuckles, yet again and trails his fingertips up to your core.

The light dances in front of your eyes as you fight your mind to keep them open. His hands work like magic as they lightly cup your mound, kissing your tummy and adoring it with kitty licks. The clench of your pussy is quick when he uses his tallest finger to trace a line on your slit, parting your folds and taking a whiff.

"Such a sweet scent. I can get high just by this." he whispers and kisses your clit, not moving his lips, just staying there for a moment.

Your hand flys to his hair and your hips get restless. He laughs on your mound, the vibrations unnerving you as you moan suddenly.

A second of pure impatience passes, after which, he starts moving his mouth languidly over your hardened nub, sucking it and licking it.

"Jungkook, oh my god."

"I've just started, baby." you could feel his smirk when his finger traces the same path on your slit again.

"Yeah, yeah but–" words die down as he dips his finger inside you, just by the tip, but so painfully.

"But?" Oh my god, he suddenly dips it inside, all to his knuckle and you moan his name.

"But it's so intense."

The finger curls inside you, juices rush out of you, and your boyfriend amazes you. His tongue licks your clit, his teeth following shortly after as they lightly graze the nub. You never knew you were the one for slow, passionate, intense sex, but you were fucking loving it.

Your stomach feels a pressure as his finger brushes the spots inside you, curses flying out of your mouth in pure ecstasy. His mouth whispers sweet promises to your pussy and you feel yourself slipping.

"Fucking hell, darling. You're completely sucking me in."

"T-thanks." and he laughs, making you squirm once more.

"I love that smart mouth of yours."

"T-then give me yours." you rasp out and he immediately removed his fingers, licking a long strip over your slit. The uncalled for action makes you cry out and he continues his ministrations with soft licks at your hole, teasing to put it in, and playing with your clit with his fingers.

"Don't tease." you pull at his hair lightly, opening your mouth again without any sound.

The tongue lurking at your entrance finally makes its way inside and you feel everything at once.

An angelic love song, with high pitched harmonies. A sweet instrument accompanying it, reverberating across the high walls of a hall filled with admirers, worshippers, lovers of each other. It was a blissful state and your admirer, the one you admired was doing the best to not let you slip away from it.

"Kook." you whimper and your hands wind themselves tighter in his locks.

"Baby, you taste so fucking sweet. I don't even remember anything anymore."

You laugh and arch your body even more when his tongue leaves you and instead, two of his digits enter you, knuckle deep.

"W-whats your name?" you joke.

"Yours."

Oh my god.

Can he just not? Your heart was already on the verge of blowing up.

The fingers inside you curl, move in scissoring motions and tears spring up in your eyes. You feel a pressure building up in your stomach, one that you know all too well.

"I'm close."

"Mhm." all he does is savour you, every inch.

A moment of your pure restlessness passes, and just as he enters you with his third finger, you break down, for good.

The light in front of your eyes starts dancing violently as you shut them, and see stars instead. A long moan leaves from your lips and you rightly grasp at his hair, trying to keep yourself abay and not completely slip into the high which was rolling off of you in waves of your orgasm. You faintly register Jungkook also moan at your pussy, vibrating once more and you shout out.

You feel yourself cum for what feels like forever. As you slowly feel yourself come back into existence, a lick at your pussy makes you snap your legs together, not knowing that a head is there in between.

"Ow." he groans and you immediately apologize.

"It's hurting now, Jungkook. Stop." you quickly reason it with the overstimulation you so painfully feel.

"You did so well, baby. I could do this for hours."

"I could not." he laughs at your whiny tone and comes up.

The way he stares at you, lovingly, with adoration makes you almost curl your toes. His other hand comes up to your cheek and he carresses it with the back of his hand, still staring into your eyes deeply, making you call for the heavens.

"I love you." he whispers and joins his lips to yours.

The kiss is slower than any you have ever recieved. Still the most effective than any you have ever recieved. It walks a fine line between ecstasy and insanity. The kind of insanity which comes when you feel yourself slipping away to the depths of the oceans as your lover looks at you. The kind of ecstasy that makes you snuggle yourself into their side and watch the stars for endless nights.

"This afternoon feels like a dream." you say and he nudges you with his nose.

He smiles, the one which makes you question the whole world, the one which makes you want to stand against the whole world, just for him, and then says.

"Dream a little," he pecks your lips,"dream of me."

And that's what you do, all afternoon.

Dream of each other.

taglist : @nuniah @jeonkookiesworld @kittykooyoongi @jjkeverlast @astronaut-jin-moon @gimmethatagustd @haliiimede @btsstan12 @aliimac @apotatomashedbybts @synnfulqt @saweetspoiled @chimchimmarie @sugababylove84 @axigailxo @here4btsfics @yoongukie-ff

feedback, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated so please let me know your thoughts :)))

1K notes · View notes

mushrubes · 7 months

Text

Tapping out

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Phillip Graves by @/Unstable-jester}

Pairing : Phillip Graves x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 657

Content: toxic family, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

————

Everyone was standing in formation, shadows getting tapped out by their family members. You stood untouched, staring at the floor, knowing your family wasn't here and simply forgot you. But, Graves, your commander didn't. He was watching over the group on the side, noticing your missing family. Being him, he couldn't let you stand forgotten. After a few minutes of not knowing what to do, unsure of the protocol for this, he walked over, pulling you into a hug. "Pretty sure I count." he mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around him, head in his chest as you fought the tears threatening to spill. "Shh, you've got family here now." his voice was slightly hushed but his warmth was nice and comforting as he squeezed you tighter. You nuzzled your head into his chest, seeking comfort. He ruffled your hair, kissing the top of your head. It was a sweet gesture. one which seemed natural to him. His kindness was rare, but it was soothing. There was always something between the pair of you, an unspoken tension of feelings. You'd always catch him giving you lingering looks or trying to find a reason to stay behind with you once the group had left.

"Thank you." You whispered, your voice soft and gentle, head still pressed against him. His head turned to look at you but you hid your face in his chest. His hand raised, resting softly on your head. "Mhm." he hummed, caressing your head. "Your brother coming for you?" you asked quietly, knowing he had somewhat of a rocky relationship with him. Your question was met with a soft chuckle as he shook his head. "Can't be bothered to visit me." His tone was light and joking but you picked up on the slight disappointment. Graves didn't dwell on it, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "In the same boat then, huh?" you joked, trying to make light of the situation/

"Somethin' like that." he said, pressing you into him more. A moment of silence settled over before he began speaking again. "Not surprised they didn't make it though. Heard your folks didn't want you to join." his tone was sympathetic, eyes soft as he looked down, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. The words didn't sting, having come to peace with that fact long ago. "Haven't spoken to them since I started training years ago." you admitted, brushing off the memory. "I know what that's like." he whispered, his voice vulnerable. It made sense, given what had happened with your family. He looked down and met your faze, a slight hurt behind his eyes. "I don't talk to mine either."

"We've got each other." you sighed gently, looking up at him with a small smile. His face quickly brightened as he smiled back. "That we do." he responded quietly, holding you close. "You know, I don't think I've ever just hugged you like this before." he confessed, voice sincere. "Should do it more often." you muttered, cheeks heating up. "Yeah?" he responded, sounding more cheerful. "What else should we do more often, hm?" His words were playful, the tension thick in the air. "I can think of a few things." you teased, smirking back at your commander. "Such as...?" he continued, a slightly smug grin on his face. There was a definite chance of something happening at this rate.

"This." you murmured, leaning up slightly, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss as he returned the act with the same fervour and intensity. The tension was now replaced with heat between the two of you as you stayed in the embrace, lips locked in an almost ravenous kiss. The pair of you eventually separated, breathing heavily as your hair was in disarray from the act. Graves ran his fingers through your hair in an almost romantic manner. "Mhm.." he paused, cupping your cheek.

"I suppose we could do that more often after all."

127 notes · View notes

boldlyvoid · 3 months

Text

Silk Chiffon (why wouldn't it be?)

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Robin can read Nancy like her favourite book, it just takes her a few tries to get the translation right.

Warnings: coming out, demisexual Nancy, anxiety about the future ad regrets from the past. first kiss, love confessions

a/n: i know demisexuality wasn't coined till like 2004/2008 (depending on the source) but it just fits here and so I'm using it

word count: 2k

Robin can tell something is up. They’re trying to sleep, laying side by side in her twin bed, Robin facing her while she stares up at the ceiling. Eyes open, hands interlocked and laying on her stomach, her breathing is a little too fast. Like her thoughts are racing and therefore, her heart must be, too.

“Do you want to talk?” Robin whispers.

Nancy lets out a deep sigh, “no… but yes.”

“You can tell me anything,” she reminds her. After all they’ve been through, there’s nothing Robin can’t handle now.

“Can I ask you a question?”

She nods, “yeah, of course.”

She scoots a little closer to Nancy as she turns to face robin, inches from her face now, so her whispers can’t be heard by anyone else. “Are you… asexual?”

“What? No?” Robin’s absolutely shocked by that. “Why would you think I am?”

“Cause Steve hits on anything with a pulse and you’ve never gotten with him. You’re so adamant that you’re platonic with a capital P and he obviously would respect you if you turned him down but like… you guys don’t flirt. Steve flirts with everyone, but not you?” She explains, rambling a bit which is so unlike her.

“He did try and tell me he had a thing for me… when we were high, after the Russian’s… but I uh, I um, I’m—” she tries to swallow, to get some moisture back in her mouth. Terrified that this is where the friendship dies. This is why she never had sleepovers before. Telling someone the truth after spending so many nights side by side can only end one way. Disgust. Betrayal. Being kicked out and humiliated in the middle of the night.

“Robin,” she reaches out and soothes her hand over her shoulder and down her arm. “It’s okay.”

She takes a deep breath, nodding slightly. “I’m a lesbian.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nancy smiles at her. “I’m proud of you for telling me… I love that you trust me.”

Robin feels like crying but she doesn’t, she just lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding for so long, “thank you. Really.”

“How did you know?” Nancy asks. “Like, did you always know or did it sneak up on you?”

“Oh, I uh, I always knew,” she explains. “Like… when all the other girls were swooning over boys, I was so disgusted by it. My mom thought I was just a late bloomer but then, then I got a crush. I didn’t think it was a crush but the more I thought about it, the more I was so worried I was just obsessed with her. Like a freak.”

“That’s how I felt about Steve at first,” she explains. “But that’s just because I thought that was what you were supposed to do when you like someone.”

“Yeah, it feels so intense you just want to look at them and be near them and—and relate to them, so you become who they want to get closer to them and you lose a bit of yourself,” Robin rants. “I hate it. I wish someone would like me for me, that someone could see me for who I really am and stay who they really are and we can stay happy together.”

“I want that too,” she sighs.

“We’ll find it,” Robin gives her a little smile.

“Would it be okay for me to tell you a secret now?”

“Why wouldn't it be?”

“When I was touring the campus in Boston, mom went to find a payphone so she could call home and see if Holly was okay… I went to the store to get a sweater but I ended up finding all the textbooks for each course and—and I bought the book for the human sexualities class,” she explains. “And I read it all.”

“Can I read it next?” Robin asks, thinking nothing of it. Nancy loves to learn, there’s nothing wrong with that.

“Yeah, it’s just…” she bites her lip for a second. “Have you ever heard of demisexuality?”

She shakes her head, “no.”

“The way the book described it is basically someone who only develops sexual feelings for someone or enjoys and initiates sex with someone who they’re emotionally close with,” she explains.

“Makes sense,” Robin nods along. “So, is that why you asked if I’m asexual?”

She nods, “Yeah… and because I think that’s me.”

“Oh?”

“With Steve, the first time was so— not bad, but uncomfortable. I wanted to, at least I thought I did. I thought lying to your parents and going to a boy's house to drink beer and have your first time was such a normal teenage girl thing to do that I did it. But I didn’t enjoy myself—

“Most girls don’t the first time,” Robin validates her feelings. “I’m not saying you’re not demisexual, I’m just saying that’s normal.”

“I know it is, but… then I kept dating Steve. I did fall in love with him, he was a good friend to me and the sex did get better, which I know you don’t want to hear about but—

“I don’t mind,” she giggles slightly. “I always knew he wasn’t as good as he bragged to be.”

Nancy laughs too, “he was good. It just took me a while to initiate it and have fun and then there was Jonathan. It was so different with him, that first time was so good. It was months of building a friendship and an understanding that bubbled to the top and it was wonderful. But then it died. As we drifted apart, as he stopped being my best friend, the longer we weren’t together, the harder it was to keep loving him.”

Robin nods, “And that happened with Steve too?”

“No. No, it faded with Steve because of Jonathan. Like, I have a one-track mind when it comes to love and whoever my best friend is at the time is the only person I want to be with. And I hate myself for that,” she explains.

“You were also a teenage girl, I mean, you still are,” Robin talks her off the ledge. “You’re 18. You don’t need to have all the answers and be 100% perfect all the time. I mean there are adults in their 30s and 40s who cheat and ruin families all the time, you’re not like that. You have time to learn who you are and what you like and be truly loved. It’ll be okay.”

Nancy starts to cry a bit, “I don’t think it will…”

“Hey,” Robin moves in closer, pulling her in against her chest, she runs her hand over Nancy’s back. “You will. You are loved. Very loved.”

“That’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to lose this,” she whispers, her voice smaller than it’s ever been. She hugs Robin so close, “If I love you… if we get together just to go to different colleges and spend days not talking, it’ll dwindle and die like everything else and I can’t lose you. You’re my favourite friend I’ve had in a long time.”

“So that’s why you asked… cause if I was asexual we couldn’t hook up and you wouldn’t lose me,” Robin pieces it all together.

She just nods against her, “I have loved this time so much. I love how we talk about everything. I love how we can do nothing and still enjoy it because we're together. I love that life with you is so easy and fun and—and I just love you.”

Robin simply kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against her, “I love you too… but unlike those two idiots, I’m not going to let the best girl I’ve ever known in my whole life just walk away. You’re going to get sick of me. I’m going to call you in Boston, and I’m going to come visit when I can, we’ll be home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and spring break and if you get a summer internship in Boston, I can come out there for the summer. If I get to love you, to really love you, I’m making it work for the long run.”

“Is Steve going to be okay with it?” She worries more.

Robin just laughs, “Yeah, seeing as he’s had to listen to me pine over you for months now, he knows. He’s okay… he has someone special of his own now. I’ll let him tell you who, but he’s okay. He’s moved on. We’re allowed to be happy.”

Nancy lets out a relieved laugh, holding Robin even tighter. “Oh my god, it feels so good to tell you. I have been thinking about this for weeks. Months maybe.”

“You have a killer poker face then,” Robin teases. “I thought you were so straight.”

“I did too,” Nancy whispers, adjusting her head so she’s closer to Robin’s throat. She gives her a little kiss, “Then I spent a week with you and something brewed and all I could think about was seeing you again, and talking to you again and kissing you to get you to shut up.”

Robin laughs, “Yeah, that’s one way to do it.”

Nancy straddles her, a knee on both sides of her hips, her arms wrapped around her middle, she keeps kissing the side of her neck. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“I’ve never been kissed before,” Robin admits. “I’ve never done anything, before… I’m not sure I’m ready to just jump into it, either.”

“I’m not ready for that either,” Nancy agrees, holding her tighter for a moment before she props herself up on her hands and leans over her. Her hair dangling down in Robin's face, she reaches up to push her hair back behind her ear. “But I would like to kiss you.”

“Please?” Robin all but begs.

Balancing on one hand, Nancy cups her face gently, rubbing her thumb over Robin’s cheek. She leans in slowly, savouring the moment, building anticipation before it happens.

One touch, 4 lips meet, one explosion, 2 lives better in an instant.

Suddenly, all at once, she understands the big bang. How something so small could create so much. She understands every love song and poem, every painting and sculpture… every depiction of the world from a lens of love and happiness and longing and belonging.

The kiss deepens, and she follows Nancy’s lead because she knows what she’s doing. Sure, she’s seen enough movies to get the gist of making out, but there’s something so different about experiencing it firsthand. The way her tongue feels so right against her own, how their lips move in tandem like they were programmed this way… how Nancy slips from her perch and rests her body weight on her and Robin's hands instinctively wrap around her and she holds her there.

Nancy brushes her hair back a few times, trying to get it out of Robin’s face and stop it from tickling her, but it keeps falling back down. Eventually, Robin misses the feel of her hand on her cheek, so she gathers Nancy’s hair in her hands and holds it as if her fist was a ponytail. To her surprise, Nancy just hums against her, thanking her while her tongue is in Robin's mouth.

She never wants this to end.

She could make out with Nancy for the rest of her life if she was allowed. They could never leave this bed again for all she cared. She would give up every early pleasure for Nancy’s.

When Nancy does eventually pull away, it’s just a millimetre before she rests her forehead against robins. She’s breathing just as deep as Robin, flushed and craving more but they said they wouldn’t. They can’t. It needs to be more special than in the middle of the night in the Wheeler’s house with people on either side of her walls and across the hall.

“I love you,” Nancy whispers.

“I love you,” she whispers right back. “There’s no getting rid of me now. You’re stuck with me, I hope you understand that.”

Nancy just giggles that beautiful giggle. “Good.”

General Taglist

@ncsls0515 @stevesmunsons @reidsbookclub @sweetyyhippyy @manuosorioh @mrs-dr-reid @k-k0129 @squishyturtle @katsukis1wife @buckleyhans @mrs-ssa-hotch @ssavanessa22

#nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #ronance smut #ronance fluff #stranger things smut #robin buckley smut #nancy wheeler smut #ronance fanfic #ronance fanfiction #ronance imagine #ronance au #ronance fic #ronance endgame

68 notes · View notes

pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

Text

Lessons in Mando’a | d.d.

Din Djarin x princess!reader

In which Din and his Princess learn two languages

A Cowboy Like Me Drabble

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: None; might need to read Eight: The Dress for context

Author’s Note: Surprise, I love Din and his princess so fucking much.

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” he pointed out, though he took her hand anyway.

“Not anymore dangerous than what we’ve been doing,” she countered, pulling herself close to him. “Do you know how to?”

“No, but if I’m gonna teach you to shoot, I’m sure you can teach me to dance.”

Feeling a bit more bold than he would usually in a situation like this, he sighed and wrapped an arm around her waist. His other held her hand, letting her lead for a few minutes as he figured out the steps. The feeling of her dress against his fingers was amazing, and he wondered briefly how it would feel to pull the pastel fabric from her body. But now would not be the time for that.

Looking into her eyes, he felt a sense of connection that he had never felt before. He wanted to see her eyes –catch the twinkle that they held –and memorize everything about her. Their routine had become so normal, so domestic –and Din didn’t care anymore if it was dangerous. This was what he wanted. This had to be the Way.

While there was no music, they began to move carefully with one another as Din took the lead. His steps were hesitant at first, but gradually became more confident as he got the hang of it. As he held her close, he felt a rush of emotions flood over him. He knew at that moment that she was someone special –that he was going to live the rest of his life keeping her just as safe as he promised to keep Grogu.

Din leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers as they swayed to music that didn’t exist. She had closed her eyes at the touch, smiling to herself as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” he whispered, voice soft behind the visor of his mask.

“You can’t speak another language and not expect me to ask what you’re saying,” she teased, opening her eyes to look up at him.

“I said…,” He teased gently, taking her hand once more and twirled her carefully. The train of her skirts pulled behind her, and she laughed too before he pulled her back in. “That I love you.”

For a moment, she simply stared up at him with wide, surprised eyes. He had never been one for grand declarations of any kind, but in this moment, with this woman –he couldn’t help himself.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she threw her arms around him, holding him close. "I love you too," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

“Gar're Pal'vut,” he murmured again, and she giggled at her own lack of knowledge. “I’ll have to teach you Mando’a.”

She nodded eagerly, arms winding around his neck once again. “I would love to learn it. What did you say that time?”

“You’re mine.”

“And mesh’la?” She asked, brow raised. “You’ve called me that before. You never told me what it meant, though.”

“Beautiful.”

She watched him for a moment, a soft, adoring smile coming to her face. Maker help him, Din wanted to be the reason she smiled every day.

“Where’s that blindfold?” She asked suddenly, pulling away. Din chuckled as she lifted her skirts to hurry over to the bedside to pick up the fabric. “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

“Is that so?” He asked, taking the fabric from her hands gently.

“Mhm,” she hummed, turning around to face away from him. Din chuckled again but did as she asked. When her blindfold was secured, he lifted his helmet off his head and set it on the bed. Without hesitating, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him into a heated kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and he melted into the kiss.

He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, and they both felt the intensity of their love for each other. The world around them ceased to exist, and they were lost in each other's embrace. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, they pulled away, their foreheads still touching.

It was this kiss –this moment –that Din decided he was going to marry her.

———

Taglist (CLOSED): @r4iner @sgt-morgan @mingeniee @darling1darling @teriolan-blog @venusfalling @double—take @sunshine96 @demisexuallover @mxtokko @ellesvoid @waddafaknik @c-ms1ut @kokoirne @sl-ut @munsons-queen @intense-sneezing @geekrenaissance @dilf-din @tizylish @ruleroftides @aheadfullofsteverogers

#din dijarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian #mando x reader

295 notes · View notes

joodlepo · 2 years

Text

Stray Kids Reactions / To Pegging (18+)

Summary / Pegging isn't something you do too often, but when it's done right, the experience can be intense. Stray Kids are ready take on their first ever pegging sensation, and they're certainly not disappointed!

Pairings / (Bottom) Every Member + (F) Reader

Word Count / 7.8k

Warnings / Pegging, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Light Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Humiliation, Rough Sex, Begging, Fisting, Fingering,

Bang Chan / Chan's mouth hung open the very moment you presented the strap-on to him. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at it, and then looked back up into your face with a mixture of shock and awe in his expression.

You smiled down sweetly at him, before gently dropping it in his hands, letting them wrap around it's base tightly, and watching as the dildo slipped between both palms. His fingers slowly ran along it's length, as they touched the soft leather material that covered every inch from tip to base. It was so lifelike, and felt amazing when pressed up against his own skin just by holding it.

The head alone had such realistic detail, almost like a real penis would have if one was attached. And even though there wasn't any actual male genitalia inside the fake shaft, Chan could still feel how thick and heavy it seemed in his hand. His heart began racing faster than ever now; it seems that feeling this toy for himself made everything seem all too real.

"I can see why girls love these," Chan mumbled softly, staring intently at the cock within his grasp. "This has a very nice size to it..."

You giggled slightly, and shook your head lightly as you watched him play with the sex toy in wonderment. "Right~? And I bought this just for you, Channie!"

He nodded firmly as he continued playing with it, squeezing and stroking it in his hands. The way his cheeks flushed bright red whenever he touched a rather embarrassing spot only fueled your curiosity more about what kind of reaction he'd make once he actually took it inside his body...

The thought sent shivers right through you, but also excited you quite a bit. Your pussy tingling in anticipation, as well as the rest of your entire body, especially since he hadn't even taken off his clothes yet either. You knew he wouldn't be wearing anything underneath those shorts, which meant that soon enough, he'd get to experience the full sensation of being penetrated.

It didn't take long until Chan finally let go of the strap-on after several more minutes, before standing up straight, and placing the dildo down on top of the bed right beside you. Without warning or hesitation, he reached over to grab hold of your hips and pulled you close towards him. Your lips met each other immediately, kissing passionately as your tongues played together eagerly.

Both of you moaning gently, enjoying the taste of one another's breath and saliva as they mingled together in a hot, steamy kiss.

As your hands begin to explore his muscular chest and stomach, Chan placed his hands upon yours, guiding them upwards until they rested on his shoulders. Slowly pulling you closer towards him, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly, as he carried you backwards until you laid flat against the mattress. With your back resting comfortably on the plush pillows, you gazed up into his lustful gaze, seeing nothing but desire in his beautiful hazel eyes.

Both of your bodies intertwined perfectly, leaving no space between the two of you at all. Neither of you wanted to break apart from the passionate embrace for even an instant, wanting to prolong the blissfully intimate moment for as long as possible.

But eventually, Chan broke the silence between the two of you, speaking up with a husky voice. "Mm... So, are we going to do this?"

"Only if you're ready to handle it," You purred teasingly, glancing back at the strap-on lying next to you. "And trust me, it'll feel pretty werid..."

Chan's brow furrowed as he glanced at the large phallus laying on the sheets behind him, taking a deep breath. After exhaling slowly, he turned his attention back towards you, smirking cheekily as he spoke again. "Alright then~! Let's give this thing a whirl, hmm?"

You watch him quickly undress, stripping off his shirt first before tossing it aside onto the floor. Next came his pants, followed by his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it sprung free from his underwear. A slight gasp escaped your parted lips as you saw his dick jutting proudly from beneath his lower abdomen.

With that said, you reach forward and picked up the toy in your hands, readying the harness around yourself as best as you could manage. Once you got it situated properly, you gave Chan a quick glance before letting him straddle your thighs. He was heavy and bulky sitting atop your lap, causing you to grunt slightly under the weight of his body. But nonetheless, you try to power through and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, pressing your breasts against his hard abs as he leaned forwards slightly.

"Ready?" You asked, watching him nod confidently. "Then, here goes nothing..."

You gently slid the tip of the dildo inside Chan's tight virgin hole, eliciting a sharp gasp from him as you did. His muscles clenched tightly around the artificial shaft, trying to push it deeper inside him, but he quickly relaxed his tense sphincters as he adjusted to having something foreign thrusting inside of him for the first time. The cold lubricant coating the toy helped ease the process somewhat, allowing the fake cock to slide inside easier.

When it was completely inserted, you stopped moving for a second, giving him some much needed time to adjust to the new feeling. Chan remained silent as he stared intently down at the dildo sliding in and out of his ass, panting heavily. You couldn't blame him for hesitating, given that he'd never done this sort of thing before, but thankfully it seemed like his nervousness had subsided for the most part now.

After waiting for several moments, you began to move the dildo in small circles, testing how comfortable he felt with the act. As expected, he tensed up when the faux penis pressed against his prostate, making him groan softly as you kept doing it. It wasn't long until you were able to notice the telltale signs of arousal starting to surface beneath his sweat covered skin, indicating that he was getting aroused by the sensations.

"So, does it hurt?" You asked, leaning forwards slightly so you can whisper directly into his ear.

"No, not really..." He whispered back quietly.

That made sense. A lot of guys tended to have trouble adjusting their bodies to accommodate such large objects. Thankfully though, Chan wasn't too bad about it. If anything, you were surprised that he managed to relax himself so easily despite his initial discomfort. That said, you weren't sure whether you should keep pushing him further, or stop right there.

Deciding to continue on for now, you sped things along a bit more, pumping the dildo in and out of him faster. The pace was still slow compared to what you usually liked to do, but you figured it would be enough to satisfy his needs. At least for now.

Chan moaned lowly as the dildo plunged inside of him repeatedly, squirming underneath your firm grip as he tried to remain calm. Your movements grew rougher over time, pounding the synthetic dick roughly into his quivering asshole as you fucked him relentlessly. Sweat dripped freely from both of your bodies as you continued fucking him, building up speed little by little.

The bed creaked loudly as you pounded away at his defenseless hole, slapping against the soft sheets as you drove the strap-on in and out of his tender rear entrance. Each thrust became increasingly harder, each smack louder than the last until finally you came to a halt. Panting lightly, you slowed your motions, withdrawing the phallus from his ass entirely.

"Huh..." Chan murmured weakly once you pulled out of him. "Why'd you stop? I didn't mind... Not one bit."

You grin evilly, pointing the fake cock with it's thick base upwards towards him. "I want you to try riding me for a minute. Give it a shot~"

Chan blinked a few times, clearly taken aback by your request, but after hesitantly nodding his head, lifting himself completely upwards. He then held onto your knees for support as he positioned the toy near his own crotch, and then lining it up with his puckered hole. Without another word spoken, he lowered himself backwards, impaled upon the large phallus all on his own.

"Ah!" He cried out sharply as he bottomed out, clenching tightly around the faux member buried within his rectum. "Guh, fuck..."

You smirk, thrusting up into him again as he starts riding the toy.

With each stroke, his hips moved up and down rapidly, grinding the fake cock between his cheeks. You reached out to him, grabbing hold of his hip bones and pulling him closer to you, making sure he stayed close while he rode the fake appendage. As soon as his thighs hit your sides, you grabbed them firmly and squeezed, holding him in place as you started bouncing him up and down on top of the dildo. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room as you took turns slamming the toy deep inside of him.

With each bounce, Chan's body shuddered slightly, moaning deeply as you forced the dildo inside of him deeper and deeper, eliciting even louder cries of pleasure from him every time you shoved the fake dick inside of his ass. After only a couple minutes, he got visibly tired from the activity, slowing down considerably. You get the hint, smirking as you lifted him up a little higher, allowing the dildo to slip out of his tight hole.

"Let's stop for now," You told him, letting go of his thigh and resting him down gently on the mattress. "It looks like you're pretty exhausted now."

Chan nods slowly, breathing heavily as you lay next to him, watching him closely as you wait patiently. Eventually, he begins to breathe normally again, relaxing under your watchful gaze. You smile softly at him, kissing his cheek before laying your hand on his forehead, stroking his hair lovingly.

Lee Minho / Minho nearly choked on his drink, spitting it out onto the ground before wiping his mouth. The room was silent for a few seconds as he all processed what you'd said, and then he burst into laughter—a deep belly laugh that seemed to shake him up inside.

"I-It's not funny! I'm serious!" You snapped at him, but he just kept laughing until tears were streaming down his face.

He stopped eventually, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and wiped them clean. Little giggles came from him every now and again, and even though you didn't want to admit it, you couldn't help but think how cute that sound was. It made your heart flutter in your chest, and you hated that you liked it so much. Pouting, you turned away from him to focus on something else, but he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you toward him.

"Sorry, sorry, I know," Minho apologized through more giggles, "But it's just that... why would you want to peg me of all people?

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Of course, he'd ask that question. You knew he would have a problem with it, no matter who asked first. But there had been an undeniable spark between you two since you got here. And while part of you wanted nothing to do with that feeling because it could lead nowhere good, another piece of you felt like you needed this connection right now. He wasn't exactly making things easier by being such a jerk sometimes, but if you ignored everything else about him, maybe you could overlook that. Maybe.

"Well?" He prompted when you still hadn't answered his question. His grip tightened around your wrist.

The thought of doing anything sexual with him gave you chills. Not in a bad way, mind you; rather, they were electrifying. Your body tingled everywhere, nervousness rushing through you at the idea of putting yourself out there in front of him. Asking Minho to just fuck you might be one thing, but getting the golden chance to shove something inside him... well, that sounded too risky. If it hurt or went wrong somehow, you weren't sure how he would react. Would he forgive you for hurting him? Probably not. That would probably kill whatever bond existed between you two, which would suck.

And yet... knowing he might actually consider doing it with you was almost enough to make your decision easy. Almost. You took a long sip of water instead, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight trembling of your hands. Then, after a moment spent staring off into space, you finally looked over at him.

His cheeks were red, his smile wide and innocent looking, and those rich brown eyes were sparkling like crazy. For some reason, it struck you as really sexy. All you wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him, feel his lips against yours, taste that sweet, spicy flavor of his breath. But you forced yourself to keep your distance, trying hard to look unaffected by the mocking laughter from earlier that escaped his mouth.

"Beacause... um..." You started slowly, "I think you'd like it."

"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows rose, and he grinned widely. "What makes you say that?"

Your throat suddenly closed up. This conversation was going downhill fast, and you weren't ready for it. So, you decided to change tactics and try a different approach.

"Well, I've been reading about the male anatomy lately," you lied smoothly. "Apparently... uhm... there's this prostate gland... and apparently it feels pretty nice to have stimulated, so... I figured we should give it a shot, see how you like it."

That drew a surprised chuckle from him, but he didn't seem upset or angry. In fact, his expression softened slightly.

"Yeah, okay," He replied casually, reaching for your glass and taking a big gulp of water. When he set the cup aside, his gaze fell on you once again. "You've got my attention now. When did you find out about it?"

You swallowed nervously. You knew he'd call bullshit on you in a heartbeat if he found out you'd never done any research on the subject before. Still, you couldn't let him win this round. There was something important behind all these words you'd chosen carefully. Something you hoped would get through to him.

"A couple months ago," You lie once more, forcing yourself to speak confidently. "O-On a random website someone sent me...."

The corner of Minho's lip twitched upward, and you felt a little relieved. At least he didn't seem to suspect anything yet, despite what you said. Looking at the ground, you for him to consider it, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

After several seconds of silence, Minho finally spoke again. "Fine."

You glanced up quickly. The teasing tone had disappeared from his voice, replaced by curiosity and concern—and perhaps a hint of hope. He was giving you the benefit of doubt, and you appreciated that.

"But, if I don't like it, you gotta stop."

You nodded silently, swallowing hard. What came next was the hardest part: bringing the toy and lube into view. You stood up and walked across the room, stopping beside the bed where the box sat under the pillow. With shaky fingers, you reached down and grabbed it, holding it up high for Minho to see.

He watched you intently, his face turning even paler than usual. A small blush colored his cheeks, and he seemed to struggle with himself for a few moments, then finally made up his mind. He stepped toward you, began to undress without saying a word, and threw his clothes onto the floor near the wall. By the time he was completely naked, you held the package open, revealing the strap-on within. It was about seven inches long and tapered at both ends, making it look much smaller than its actual size.

Minho stopped right in front of you, watching your every move with great interest. Even though you could barely contain your nerves, you tried to act normally, acting cool while you waited for him to make the first move. After another minute passed, you realized he wasn't going to do it—that is, unless you asked him outright.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and faced him. "C-Can you bend over? And spread your legs?"

He stared back at you for a second, obviously confused by the request. Then, slowly, he bent down until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees apart. The bright pink hole between his thighs was visible beneath his skin. As he straightened up, you moved closer, bending down and grabbing hold of the base of the fake dick. Your heart raced inside your chest, but you kept your head steady and focused, not allowing fear to cloud your thoughts.

Strapping the harness tightly around your waist, you placed one end of the dildo against the opening of Minho's ass. He tensed immediately, pushing away from you, but you pressed harder, keeping it firmly planted against his body. You leaned in close, whispering softly in his ear.

"It'll be alright. Just relax."

He looked back at you, his brow furrowed deeply, eyes filled with worry. Finally, he gave an almost imperceptible nod. You pulled off the plastic cap and squeezed some lubricant onto your finger. Moving forward, you pushed it past the ring and gently inserted it into Minho's asshole. He grunted loudly as soon as it touched the sensitive area, but he relaxed after only a moment.

Once the tip was fully embedded, you took your index finger and ran it along the shaft, coating it generously in lube. You then returned to Minho's rear entrance and slid your other hand underneath his ballsack, squeezing them lightly. His cock grew instantly, bobbing up and down with each movement. You smiled, happy to see him responding to your touch.

"See? It's not so bad, right?" You whispered in his ear, running your tongue along the shell of it.

His breathing sped up noticeably. He bit his lower lip, nodding slightly. You released his testicles and brought your hands up to the sides of his hips.

"Speak for yourself," Minho mumbled, still looking worried. But you saw the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He wanted to try it just as badly as you did. "I'm still not sure I wanna go through with this shit."

You giggled, taking that statement as a challenge. "Well, we're already here. Might as well give it a shot."

He shook his head adamantly, but you were too far gone now; there was no way you'd back down. Taking his chin in your hands, you forced his gaze toward yours. "Just think of how good it will feel when I start moving my hips..."

As you talked, you slowly insert the toy without him noticing, feeling it slide deeper into his body. When you hit bottom, he let out a sharp gasp and nearly jumped up, but you gripped his shoulders and held him still. Slowly, you began rocking your hips, thrusting the thick cock inside him. He moaned loudly, moaning incoherently as he felt more and more of the rubber phallus invade his insides.

At first, you started slow, easing the toy in and out of his ass, letting it stretch his tight hole before continuing. But once he got used to the sensation and accepted it into his body, you picked up speed. Soon enough, he was fucking back, meeting each stroke of your hips with one of his own. You grinned widely, loving the sight of him pumping away behind you as you fucked his ass.

After several minutes, you slowed down again, wanting to take things slower, enjoying the experience. You glanced at him often, seeing the lustful expression on his face and knowing exactly what he was thinking: That he wished you would fuck him like this all night long.

But you didn't want to rush anything. This time, you made sure to push the dildo in nice and deep before withdrawing completely, causing him to grunt audibly. Again, you repeated the process, building up speed gradually until you reached full force, pounding hard against his butt cheeks. He cried out louder than ever, gasping for air as he struggled to keep up with your movements.

"D-Damnit...!" He yelled, sweat dripping from his forehead. "That feels amazing! Keep going, please, don't stop—"

The words died in Minho's throat as you suddenly stopped, pulling out entirely and turning around. Before he could say another word, you flipped him over and grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He squirmed, trying to break free, but you tightened your grip.

"What are you doing?!" He shouted, struggling even harder. "L-Let me go!"

You smirked, pressing your lips against his neck and inhaling deeply. A shiver went down his spine as you nibbled playfully along his flesh. The smell of his skin and the taste of his salty sweat sent a wave of desire coursing through you. You broke contact, standing upright and holding him by his arms while staring directly into his eyes.

"Are you ready to admit defeat yet?" You asked, your voice low and seductive.

Minho gulped, looking panicked. He nodded quickly, though you weren't convinced. In fact, you knew he wasn't lying—he really did want this. But if he thought he could win against you, then he had another thing coming.

"Screw you..." He muttered, blushing furiously.

Seo Changbin /You held Changbin's thick thighs up against his body, feeling the muscles in them bunch and flex with each breath. You took a moment to look into his eyes, which were closed as he savored your touch on him. His face was flushed pink from arousal, but you could tell that it wasn't just because of what was roughly being stuffed into his ass.

He looked at peace; contentment spread across every inch of skin that showed under his robes. It made your heart swell seeing how much pleasure this simple act brought him. Your thrusts became deeper now, more deliberate than before. The sound of flesh smacking together filled the room, making both of you groan loudly when something hit Changbin's prostate. He moaned softly again while grinding down onto your cock inside of him, trying to get even closer.

"Mm..." Changbin hummed around a kiss as you kept moving your hips back and forth slowly within his tight confines. "Y-You don't have to be gentle, y'know? I can take it."

The way he said 'can' sounded like an offer instead of a request or statement, so you obliged without hesitation. With both hands still gripping his thigh for support, you pushed forward harder until he let out another low moan. You didn't stop there though, not by far. Once Changbin had adjusted to having your cock fully buried in his ass once again, you began fucking him faster. Each time you slammed home, he would grunt louder than the last.

A few times you felt him tighten up on your shaft, only adding fuel to your desire to pound him mercilessly. His soft whimpers grew steadily louder, turning into long drawn-out cries. Changbin's whole body shook beneath yours after one particularly hard stroke, causing you to slam all the way in deep enough to make his teeth clack audibly together.

As if spurred on by this new development, you picked up speed further, pounding his ass relentlessly. His legs quivered uncontrollably underneath you, twitching occasionally whenever you bottomed out inside of him. Your breathing started getting ragged too, matching Changbin's heavy panting.

Both of you were covered in sweat from the exertion, but neither seemed ready to give in yet. Not wanting to disappoint him any longer than necessary, you slowed things down slightly, using your free hand to rub his stomach. It elicited a pleased little growl from his throat, along with several pleasurable shudders running through his entire frame.

It almost broke your rhythm entirely when you saw Changbin bite down on his lower lip, leaving red marks behind. If anything, it made you go harder – determined to see those marks turn into bruises. However, you managed to keep yourself from going overboard, stopping short of breaking his skin. Instead, you leaned over him, pressing your chest against his back.

This allowed you to nip gently at his neck and shoulder, earning you a cute mewl from the other man. After several minutes spent enjoying each other's company, you finally pulled away.

Changbin gasped sharply when you moved, letting his head fall backwards as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn't blame him either; you'd been pretty rough earlier. But then again, that was exactly why Changbin enjoyed taking it. That and the fact that he knew how good it would feel to have a fake dick inside of him later tonight. He turned to look at you with a dazed expression, giving you a sweet smile despite everything he must've been feeling right about now. But, he was extremely horny, and it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

So, you decided to do just that.

"I want...to cum," Changbin murmured huskily, his voice barely audible above the sounds of panting. "Please?"

You chuckled lightly, reaching up to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead. "How could I refuse such an adorable request? Here, lean forward a bit."

As soon as he did, you grabbed hold of his wrist and guided his hand to his own erection. Changbin obeyed immediately, wrapping his fingers around himself and squeezing firmly. The sight of his pale hand wrapped around his thick cock sent tingles throughout your entire body. When Changbin began stroking himself off, you watched intently, mesmerized by the slow movements.

Seeing him so focused on his orgasm made you start thinking about what else might happen tonight. You wondered if Changbin wanted to try anal sex again sometime. After all, he'd done it willingly enough already, albeit reluctantly. Maybe he found the experience enjoyable, since he never mentioned complaining afterward. Then again, maybe he liked the idea because it helped him forget about the worries of the world. Either way, it wasn't something you planned on doing anytime soon. There were plenty of ways to please each other, even without penetration.

"I'm gonna start moving again, okay?" You told Changbin, who nodded obediently.

Then you resumed pumping Changbin's ass roughly, watching closely as he jerked himself off furiously below. He came quickly, moaning loudly as he shot rope after rope onto the sheets. And while it certainly looked hot as hell, you weren't quite satisfied yet. No, you wanted more. Something deeper, darker, and infinitely dirtier.

With a wicked smirk on your face, you reached between your thighs and undo the harness holding up your faux cock. You slid it out carefully, making sure to leave the straps intact. Once it was completely removed, you tossed it aside, leaving nothing to block the view of your bare crotch.

For a moment, you simply admired Changbin's flushed cheeks as he continued rubbing his hand over himself. The sight of him like that only served to get you hornier still. With a low chuckle, you straddle his waist, sliding your hips directly atop his erect shaft. Your slick folds rubbed against the tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

But instead of sinking down on top of him, you stayed where you were, hovering over him for a few moments. You gave him time to adjust to your presence before shifting your weight forward, sitting flush against Changbin's pelvis. Then you took advantage of your position, leaning forwards until your breasts pressed against his chest. A second later, you lowered yourself slowly, allowing Changbin's cock to slide fully inside of you.

The sensation was intense. His cock filled you completely, stretching you tight. It also felt incredibly warm and inviting, especially compared to the cool air conditioning flowing through the room. For a brief moment, you worried that he might be too big for you to handle. Thankfully, however, he fit snugly within you, not causing you any discomfort whatsoever. In fact, the thought of being impaled on his cock had you gasping in surprise, delighting Changbin.

He moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close.

His hands roamed freely over your curves, groping and caressing every inch of your body. As he did, you lifted your upper half slightly higher, tilting your torso downwards. This allowed you to move your hips more easily, rocking them side-to-side. At first, this caused the friction from your movement to rub against Changbin's balls. However, after a short period of experimentation, you figured out how best to work with it, adjusting your rhythm accordingly.

In no time at all, he bucked upwards into you, slamming his cock deep inside of you over and over again. Each stroke pushed you further along the bed, forcing your legs apart wider than they ever had been before. Yet, thanks to the angle, neither of you suffered any pain or discomfort. Instead, you reveled in the blissful sensations flooding your senses, enjoying the wild ride as it unfolded beneath you.

It didn't take long for you two to reach a feverish pace together. You bounced wildly atop Changbin's lap, riding him hard and fast. The force of each thrust forced your tits to bounce obscenely, jiggling lewdly as you rode him. They shook uncontrollably, slapping against his chest and stomach. Meanwhile, your clit throbbed relentlessly, begging to be touched. But there would come a time when you got to enjoy those pleasures, much sooner than expected.

Just as you started to feel lightheaded, Changbin groaned deeply, arching backwards sharply. Before you knew what was happening, he threw his head back and let loose a loud scream. Spurt after spurt of cum sprayed inside of your pussy, filling you full to bursting point. You gasped reflexively, feeling some of the hot fluid spill outwards and run down your inner thighs.

However, most of it remained trapped inside of you, adding another layer of lubrication to your insides.

As Changbin panted heavily, his entire body tensed tightly. He kept thrusting rapidly, but now his motions were erratic and uncontrolled. You couldn't tell whether he was trying to fuck you harder or just prolong the pleasure by going faster. Either way, it worked well enough; you could feel your climax approaching swiftly. Just seconds later, you exploded in a rush of ecstasy, screaming out his name as you were ready to lose control entirely.

"Changbin!" You cried breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for support. "Oh god! I'm coming... oh my fucking god..."

You thrashed about madly, unable to contain your excitement any longer.

Every muscle in your body seized up as you shuddered violently, crying out Changbin's name once more as your orgasm hit its peak. It lasted far longer than your previous ones had, wracking you with an unending series of mind-melting orgasms. Even so, you managed to stay on top of him for several more minutes afterwards, riding his dick as though possessed. Only then did you finally collapse forward, collapsing atop of his chest.

Both of you lay motionless upon the bed, spent and exhausted beyond measure. Eventually, you found the strength to sit upright, pushing off of Changbin's chest and lying next to him on the bed. You kissed him lightly on the lips, smiling happily. "We should do that again sometime."

Changbin smiled shyly, kissing you back. "I'd like that,"

Hwang Hyunjin / Hyunjin's tongue hung gently out of his mouth, and his eyes soon rolled back in pleasure as he continued to feel you pound inside him like a jackhammer. His legs were wrapped tightly around your waist, holding on for dear life while his arms squeeze onto neck for support, so that he wouldn't fall off against the wall behind him. You could tell how much more turned-on he was now than before by the way his breathing became heavier with each thrust into him.

Your own stamina wasn't doing too bad either; it felt good enough to keep going at this pace for quite some time if need be...

The room was filled with moans of ecstasy and gasps of breath as Hyunjin's head tilted backwards towards the ceiling again. The sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the entire bedroom, making it seem almost surrealistic to hear such loud noises coming from both you two. You could hear how loose he'd gotten around the toy; it's slickness coated every inch of skin between his cheeks, making them look wet enough to for the lubricant run down over his thighs.

"Mm... Mmph..." Hyunjin mewled into your ear before moaning again when you reached up and grabbed hold of his hips tightly, causing him to buck wildly under your grip. "Fuck yes! Oh god fuck me!"

You chuckle in response, leaning forward slightly so that your lips would brush against his cheek lightly. He shivered at the contact but didn't pull away. Your hand then slipped underneath his ass to grab onto his bare hip bone instead, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks on his smooth flesh. It made you smile just thinking about what he must have looked like right now – all flushed and sweaty, covered in sweat stains, panting heavily while being pounded mercilessly by you.

Hyunjin was too far gone already to do anything but enjoy it, whimpering and crying out with every thrust you gave him. Even though he was clearly close to orgasm himself, his cock remained rock solid through it all. In fact, even after you slowed down the speed of your strokes, it still took another few minutes until he finally let go of one last shuddery moan, shooting rope after thick spurt of cum all over your stomach.

His body trembles beneath yours, and his toes curl weakly as his muscles begin to relax. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face once his breathing starts calming down, leaving only the faintest hint of perspiration coating his forehead and chest.

Although, you weren't quite done yet yourself...

Without any hesitation, you push yourself completely upright, forcing the dildo so deep within Hyunjin's tight hole that he lets out an involuntary gasp of pain.

He quickly recovers however, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a scream while looking up at you pleadingly. You grin playfully, reaching down to grasp the base of the toy firmly between your fingers before pulling it slowly out of him. Once it pops free, you shove it back inside with ease, eliciting another soft cry of pleasure from Hyunjin along with a sharp intake of breath.

His knees bend slightly to help relieve some pressure, allowing you to pump faster without having to worry about hurting him further. As long as he can handle the sensation, there shouldn't be any problem.

After several more seconds of this, you decide to switch things up a little bit, grabbing hold of his ankles and spreading them wide apart.

This causes his buttcheeks to spread open, revealing the pink inner lining of his asshole. You couldn't help but notice how swollen it appeared compared to earlier; the entrance was stretched past its limits thanks to your relentless pounding, creating a nice puffy ring around the opening that glistened with a thin layer of saliva. The cold wall behind him also added to the pleasurable feeling, sending pleasant jolts of electricity coursing through his spine.

You take advantage of this, plunging deeper into him with every stroke, driving the toy deep into his depths.

The tip of the toy rubs against something sensitive inside him, causing his whole body to tense up and twitch uncontrollably. You knew exactly where it was located, since you had taken care of it during the first round. The first time you did it, it caused Hyunjin to jerk violently, letting out a loud shriek which left you laughing in amusement. But now? Now he seemed perfectly fine with it, taking a moment to rest his chin upon your shoulder while giving you a contented sigh.

"You really like this that, huh?" You chuckled throatily, reaching up to stroke his dark hair affectionately. "Having a girl pegging you like I am~?"

He whined softly in reply, pushing his ass back against the strap-on teasingly. "Y-Yeah... Mmm."

It pleased you immensely seeing how much he enjoyed getting fucked like this. This was certainly different than what you were used to, but that didn't mean it wouldn't feel amazing. And judging from the way he was reacting to your thrusts, he definitely agreed with you.

You continue moving your hips in circles, enjoying the sight of his plump butt bouncing off your lap each time you drive your dick home. Every inch of Hyunjin's body was taut and trembling, quivering with blissful moans escaping his mouth every time you hit a particularly good spot. With each passing second, he grew closer towards climax, his thighs growing tighter around your waist, his legs becoming weaker. By the time you felt his body stiffen beneath you, you could tell he was ready for release.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Y-Yeah." He gasped out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "It feels great, yeah... Feels so good..."

His words only encouraged you to move faster, pumping your shaft harder and deeper into his hot insides. You wanted to give him everything he needed, wanting to make sure that he came undone right here, under your control. After all, you made it clear to him that this would be a night filled with sexual debauchery, and he hadn't disappointed you thus far.

"Fuck!" Hyunjin cried out loudly, throwing his head backwards and clutching your shoulders tightly. "R-Right there... Right fucking there— ah, shit!"

You could hear his breath quickening, the sound of his heavy pants echoing off the walls. His cock still raged between his thighs, twitching rapidly and begging to be released. Without warning, you wrap your palm around his shaft and squeezed firmly, eliciting a strangled gasp from Hyunjin's mouth.

You stroked him slowly until he stopped moving entirely, just staring right at your hand as you worked it over his dick.

Pre-cum oozed freely from the tip of his cock, dribbling down your wrist and dripping onto the floor below. You smile sweetly at him, rubbing your thumb gently across the underside of his cockhead. A few more strokes later, and his entire body began to shake.

Not even bothering to look away, you watched his face contort into a grimace as he reached his limit, cumming hard all over your fist.

The force of his orgasm sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout his frame, making him writhe helplessly beneath your grip. Your other hand gripped his hip tightly, holding him steady enough that he didn't fall forward or lose balance completely. When he finally finished shooting ropes of seed all over your fingers, you let go of his erection and moved your arm aside, watching him carefully.

Hyunjin's breathing returned to normal after a minute, panting heavily as he stared up at you. He gave you a small nod before looking down at himself, noticing the mess he'd created on his stomach and chest. His cheeks flushed red as he looked up again, meeting your gaze with an embarrassed expression.

"Sorry about that," He muttered sheepishly, averting his eyes. "I'm not very experienced when it comes to these sorts of things... Guess I went overboard..."

You chuckle quietly, leaning in close to press a kiss against his forehead. "Don't worry too much about it. The show you gave me earlier was plenty worth it~"

Han Jisung /A string of small giggles left Jisung's mouth, along with a contagious smile that made you crack one too. But unlike him, you had to focus on the task at hand—to get him prepare for the lewd activities he was about to experience tonight. You could tell by his expression and how flustered he looked underneath your hands as they ran down over every inch of skin between them that he wasn't exactly in an aroused state right now, but there were ways around this problem...

"You're so soft," You said while tracing circles all across his chest. "And warm..."

He shivered under your touch even more than before and let out another laugh, which only served to make you grin wider. This is what you wanted: His mind off everything else except for the pleasure coming up soon enough. And it seemed like you'd succeeded because when you moved back up again, he didn't seem quite as nervous or uptight anymore.

In fact, he actually looked relaxed!

Your lips trailed lower towards his neck once ; kissing each spot where your fingers touched just below his collarbone until finally reaching those thick pecs. The muscles beneath your fingertips flexed slightly from the stimulation, causing some of his hard-earned sweat to bead against his taut flesh. Your tongue snaked out into playfully lick one side of his neck, then the other.

When you reached the nape of his neck, you bit softly at his shoulder blade, making sure not to draw blood. Just a small bite would do, though; enough to leave a mark without doing any real damage. A few minutes later and you were done teasing him completely, leaving no trace of your kisses behind besides that slight redness on his skin.

Jisung breathed deeply, trying to calm himself after such a rough session of foreplay. It felt good to be taken care of, especially since he hadn't gotten much practice with this sort of thing lately. Most people tended to prefer going straight for sex instead of taking their time to really enjoy themselves first. But then again, most people weren't you. You loved to take things slow, savor every moment of intimacy before getting down to business. Which is why you took the initiative and started stroking his cock through his pants, slowly working yourself closer and closer to the end result.

After several seconds of rubbing his shaft, however, he spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Um... I think I'm ready for... you know."

He blushed lightly, embarrassed despite being half naked already. He knew what you wanted, but he couldn't help feeling shy asking for it.

After all, this was new territory for both of you, even if you've been together long enough to have experimented with various kinks. But, that didn't stop you from pushing forward, grabbing hold of the waistband of his underwear and yanking it down roughly, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Then, you pulled his boxers off next, revealing his erect length fully.

Even though it wasn't completely hard just yet, it's thickness still made it still stand out from the rest of his body. You licked your lips hungrily as you stared at it, admiring its shape and size. However, the real prize was hidden between those two plumpy globes. So, you quickly grabbed ahold of his ass cheek and squeezed firmly, eliciting an adorable squeak from the singer. Jisung's eyes widened and he glanced down nervously, but you merely smiled reassuringly.

"Relax," You whispered, giving his buttock a playful smack. "It'll feel better if you don't tense up."

The comment brought a smile to his face and he nodded hesitantly, biting his lip as he closed his eyes tight. But when you pressed your palm flat against his hole, he tensed up again, almost instinctively. You didn't mind, though; it gave you something to work with.

So, you began rubbing your finger against his entrance, spreading your saliva onto his smooth skin as well as adding lubrication. Once you got used to the texture, you pushed further inside, allowing yourself to sink deeper and deeper into his tight little hole. Each thrust caused him to moan softly, but he kept quiet otherwise. As you continued to push your digit in and out of his rear, he gradually grew accustomed to the sensation. Soon, his moans turned to whimpers, followed by grunts.

His breathing became heavier, more labored, as he tried to keep control of his voice. However, that proved impossible for someone who had never experienced anal penetration before. Especially not from somebody like you, who knows exactly how to use her tools.

Eventually, Jisung could barely contain himself anymore.

With a loud gasp, he arched his back, forcing you to pull your hand away briefly lest you hurt him too badly. That, combined with his bucking hips and the way he clamped down tightly around your finger, made you realize that you should probably give him a minute before continuing. When you withdrew your digits, he sighed loudly, panting heavily as he regained his breath.

Jisung leaned back against the bed, relaxing his legs and arms so that they fell limply to either side. Then, he opened his eyes and looked over at you, grinning sheepishly.

"Please, tell me that was it?" Jisung asked, sounding eager rather than afraid now. "I'm practically dying here..."

You laughed softly, running your fingers along the length of his dick, which was now softening slightly.

"Nope! That was just the appetizer!" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

You quickly pointing towards the strap-on dildo lying on top of the dresser across the room, where it sat alongside a bottle of oil. Jisung's gaze followed yours until finally he understood what you meant. His cheeks darkened, but he grinned widely anyway.

"Oh, yeah? And what about dessert?" He said playfully, reaching forwards and pulling you close.

As soon as his mouth came down upon yours, you wrapped one arm around his neck and snaked another under his leg, hooking your toes behind his thigh. This allowed you to easily lift his other knee up high, exposing his anus once more. Before you could do anything else, however, Jisung suddenly switched up the laying positions.

You let out a surprised squeal, but only for a brief second – because before you could say or do anything, Jisung had pinned your shoulders down to the mattress. Your struggles were futile, though, since he held you down effortlessly. In fact, you weren't even sure how he managed to get so much leverage in such little time. All you really saw was his bulging crotch right above your head, and then...

A sharp pain shot through your lower abdomen as he forced his cock into you.

The suddenness caught you off guard, causing you to cry out sharply. Jisung immediately froze, worried that he might be hurting you, but after a quick glance upwards, you reassured him that everything was okay. He relaxed somewhat, but he did continue moving slowly at first, taking care not to go any faster than necessary. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached down to grab both of your hands, bringing them together to form a cross.

"You didn't think I was going to let you stick that thing inside me without putting up some sort of fight, did you?" Jisung chuckled, still keeping his weight on your torso while using your wrists to hold you steady.

"Of course not!" You replied, returning his smirk. "But, it's still happenin' whether you want it to or not!"

He smirked again, clearly pleased by this response. It wasn't long before he sped up, pushing his hips forward forcefully each time. Even though you felt a bit sore already, there was no stopping him. Not with those big brown puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours and that wicked grin plastered on his lips. You knew full well that he'd never stop unless you told him to. So, instead of resisting further, you simply accepted the inevitable. After all, if he wanted to fuck you hard enough to make you scream, then who were you to argue?

Besides, you liked having his cock buried deep inside you. It made you feel powerful, knowing that you could take him whenever you wanted.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves lost in a heated rhythm. One moment he would be fucking you slow and gentle, giving you plenty of time to adjust, and the next he would pick things up considerably. There were times when he would push in hard and fast, slamming you against the sheets, and others where he took it easy, caressing your inner walls gently. Regardless, he always gave you ample opportunity to catch your breath between thrusts, making sure that neither of you ever got tired.

However, despite Jisung's efforts to pace himself, you couldn't help but notice something. As much as he went at you relentlessly, he kept glancing back at the strap-on dildo sitting on top of the dresser every few seconds. Every single time, his expression turned from lustful to curious and eventually, a blushing mess.

"Jisung?" You whispered, catching onto his behavior. When he didn't answer, you wave your hand his face, trying to draw his attention away from the toy. "Earth to Jisung."

"Huh!?" He jumped, startled by your voice. "What?"

"Hehe, I thought you're going to put up a fight? Or was that just an act?" You teased, taking this chance to push him back down onto the mattress. "Hm~?"

His cheeks flushed bright red, and he looked away awkwardly. However, you noticed that he hadn't tried to stop you yet, either. Instead, he's let's you move freely, allowing you to tower over him like you did earlier. The difference being that this time, you weren't going to let him take back that power, no matter how much he struggled.

"Don't worry," You cooed, leaning down and kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'm gonna finish you off good tonight..."

It was only then that he realized what you meant. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw dropped open. But, it was far too late now. You gently slide off him and reach for the strap-on, slipping it into place quickly. Then, you straddled his waist, pressing yourself firmly against him. Just as he began to protest, you leaned in close, whispering in his ear seductively:

"And don't you dare try to resist."

With those ending words, you plunge your dick deep inside his tight ass. And just like that, his resistance disappeared completely. From here on out, he wouldn't have any choice but to submit to whatever you wished. No longer able to hide behind his usual bravado, he threw his head so fast that you're afraid he might have gotten whiplash. All that remained was a whimper, which was soon replaced with a low groan of pleasure.

The feeling of your shaft sliding inside him was unlike anything else.

While Jisung had been pretty loose around his entrance already, this new position made everything even tighter. With each stroke, you pushed deeper into him, until finally hitting bottom. Your pelvis pressed against his own, eliciting another moan from him as the two of you locked in a passionate kiss once more. This time, however, it lasted several minutes rather than mere seconds. Soon, both of you were panting heavily, desperate for oxygen after such vigorous activity.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you saw that Jisung's breathing was coming faster and heavier, almost as if he were about to pass out. In fact, it seemed like he was struggling to stay conscious, so you decided to give him a helping hand. Leaning in close, you slid one of your hands under his neck and lifted his body into the air, placing his chest directly above your own. That way, you could easily grab hold of his shoulders and move much more freely.

"Mmph... Ahh..." Jisung moaned, shuddering as you started to pump harder and faster inside him. "Y/N!"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him gazing up at you lovingly.

He must have loved seeing you dominate him like this, because he practically radiated bliss. It wasn't long before he reached his limit, arching his hips upwards desperately. Each movement caused him to gyrate his ass against the fake cock, milking it mercilessly. At last, his orgasm hit him like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy through his entire body. A slutty smile spread across his lips, and he buried them into your neck.

After a while, you slowed your movements down, gradually pulling out of his ass. He collapsed onto the bed beneath you, gasping for air as you laid atop him. Both of you stayed still for a moment, recovering from your exertion. Eventually, you rolled onto your side next to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

"Looks like I win this round, and every other battle between us from now on," You chuckled lightly, stroking his hair affectionately. "How do you feel?"

"Ugh, I can barely stand straight right now," He wheezed, clutching his stomach. "But, count me in for all those future battles~"

Lee Felix /Felix's gag reflex was always strong. So, he could easily take the dildo you've been forcefully shoving down his throat without gagging or vomiting at all. However, you did notice a couple tears pooling in his eyes, which prompts you to lift his head up for a quick moment, just long enough so that he can see your face before lowering it back down again and forcing another inch of cock into his mouth.

You're not sure if this is was the bestest way to lubricant the toy, but after some experimentation with different techniques on yourself over the past few months, you figure out how much spit will be needed by applying it directly onto the shaft first. You then start moving faster as Felix sucks harder than ever before.

His jaw starts hurting pretty badly now since he has no choice but to keep sucking against the force being applied from behind him, causing more tears to form around his eyes. But these are quickly wiped away when you feel like he's had enough practice under his belt already. It doesn't hurt too bad though because you know what comes next...

"Damn, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?" Felix whined between heavy breaths while looking up at you through teary eyes. "I mean, I don't mind dying here, but..."

He said those last words sarcastically, yet they still manage to get a chuckle out of you despite feeling guilty about using such cruel methods. After all, he really does look rather pathetic right now; drooling on himself with his hair messed up and sweat dripping off his forehead and cheeks. He even looks quite sexy, especially given the circumstances. His lips are redder than usual due to having spent most of its time wrapped around the strap-on's thick base, making them appear moist and plump.

The sight alone makes your panties dampen slightly.

"It'll be worth it," You tell him reassuringly, wiping away some of the saliva for his freckled cheek. "Just hold on tight."

With that, you grab both sides of his head with one hand and guide his face towards yours. Your kiss is soft, tender, and filled with lust. And judging by the moans coming out of Felix's mouth, it seems like he enjoyed it just as much.

As soon as you pull away from each other, he opens wide once more and takes the entire toy's length inside his mouth. You gasp, surprised at how deep he managed to suck the thing down into his throat. Not only that, but you also noticed that he kept his tongue pressed flat against the underside of the shaft.

Your fingers run through his hair gently while watching his impressive performance. There were times where he'd stop briefly to catch his breath, allowing you to remove the dildo from his mouth before sliding it back in. When finally you decided he's had enough, however, you slowly withdraw the strap-on until just the tip remained buried within his mouth.

This causes Felix to whimper softly, but you didn't have any intention of letting go of him just yet.

"You're doing so well, Lixie!" You praise him warmly, stroking his hair lovingly. "But, there's something else I want to try now."

After removing your hands from his head, you grab the end of the harness, pulling it away from Felix's body entirely. Now free, he immediately lay's down onto his back, ready for you to mount him. With his legs spread open before him, you place the base of the strap-on firmly against his entrance and press forward. At first, nothing happens except for the slight stretching sensation felt along his ass crack, but after a few seconds of gentle pressure, you feel it slip inside. Felix lets out an audible moan at this point, unable to hide the fact that he's enjoying this new experience.

"C-Carful with that thing... my butt isn't used to it yet." Felix stammers, clearly struggling to speak properly due to the overwhelming sensations coursing throughout his whole body. "Just a little bit further..."

Despite hearing his pleas, you continue pushing deeper inside his hole. A little bit of pain is expected considering he hasn't taken anything that large before, but the amount of pleasure he feels from the fullness filling him up is far greater than what he imagined. He begins panting heavily as you sink further inside, burying almost half the strap-on inside his asshole. Once you reach his deepest parts, you pause momentarily to let his body adjust to the size of the toy. Eventually, Felix stops struggling and relaxes completely beneath you.

"I'm good," He whispers. "Keep going."

At this, you begin moving back and forth, taking advantage of his loose sphincter. Every thrust brings a small cry from Felix's lips, making you smile knowingly at the sound. He loves this kind of attention, and it shows by the way his hips move involuntarily underneath you. Soon, you can see why: his cock is rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He must've been excited after sucking on the strap-on earlier, which explains the sudden surge of blood rushing to his length.

As if sensing his need, you lean over and take his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue across the sensitive head. His groan of ecstasy vibrates through the bed sheets, sending shivers of delight running down your spine. You could do this forever, but eventually you realize that the longer you wait to start fucking him, the harder it will become. So, instead of prolonging the inevitable, you switch back to pounding his ass with long strokes. Each one sends another cry of pleasure from Felix's mouth, making you smirk happily. It was nice knowing someone liked getting their hole pounded so much.

Felix has never experienced sex like this before, nor did he expect it would feel as amazing as it does when he's penetrated. From the moment you inserted yourself inside him, every inch of his insides clenched tightly around your shaft. Even though he knew this should help ease him into accepting larger objects later on, the sheer intensity of the sensations caused by being stuffed made him lose control. The feeling of having a foreign object buried deep within his ass sent waves of arousal rippling through his entire body; all thanks to the unique stimulation provided by the strap-on.

You wasn't sure how much time passed between then and now, but you suddenly notice Felix's eyes fluttering shut.

All the teasing, the rough treatment, and even the intense anal penetration left him utterly drained. A cute pout forms on his face as he tries to keep himself awake, wanting to keep the pleasure coming, but his eyelids droop lower and lower. In no more than two minutes, Felix falls unconscious, leaving you alone atop his naked frame.

A satisfied chuckle escapes your lips as you get off him, removing the strap-on from his still twitching ass. You excepted this outcome since the beginning, nor were you mad about it either. After all, this was supposed to be fun and exciting for both of you, not some sort of punishment or chore. However, the fact that Felix lost consciousness only confirmed that you really are good at pleasing people, especially those who aren't accustomed to such pleasures.

With the dildo removed from his anus, you admire his sleeping form once again. His chest rises and falls rhythmically while his breathing slows down, signaling that he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. As tempting as it may have been to stay here and cuddle up next to him, you had quite the mess that needed to be cleaned up.

"Geez, Felix. Why'd you have to fall asleep right before we finished? You sigh, shaking your head slightly, only for another smile to cross your features.

Kim Seungmin /Seungmin gave you an pretty unsure, like he normally does when something is bothering him. The odd sight of your fingers freely penetrating him wasn't excatly helping his mood either, and the fact you'd planned to peg him once you're done having toying around with his ass was making it even worse for him.

He couldn't help but moan out a little as he felt himself getting closer, just a little more teasing before letting loose on that tight hole. You, on the other hand, were on cloud nine at this point, feeling excitement bubbling up inside of you from what's about to happen. Your legs are shaking in anticipation, almost ready to explode if only Seungmin would let go already.

But he held back...for now.

"Come on, Seungmin. Don't be so stubborn." You tease, curling your fingers into tighter circles against his prostate while still moving them slowly within him. "I know you want me to fuck you~!"

"That's where you're wrong, Y/N." He grumbles softly, groaning under your ministrations as he feels himself get close again. "I don't know why I even agreed to do this..."

You chuckle quietly, biting down on his earlobe gently enough not to hurt.

The sudden touch startles him, causing him to tense up slightly, and then relaxes completely after hearing you purr next to him. His body starts shuddering lightly underneath yours, trembling ever so slightly every time one of your digits hit it's target.

It takes another minute or two before Seungmin finally does let go, moaning quietly as he explodes all over the place. It doesn't take long for you to feel the warmth seeping through the night air, which makes you giggle happily as you pull yourself away from his asshole. Once you've gotten far enough, you reach behind you and grab some lube off the nightstand, pouring it onto both hands.

"Mmhm," You hums contentedly as you press your palms together, coating your entire right palm in the slippery substance. "This'll be fun, trust me~"

His eyes widen as you spread your left hand apart, pressing the slick material against his entrance. However, you don't insert anything yet; instead opting to rub it across his perineum, giving him a few moments to adjust to whatever sensation is happening there. When he seems comfortable with that, you continue applying pressure until eventually slipping one finger back into him - stretching open those muscles wide before pulling it back out. Repeating this process several times before adding another digit, slowly working your way deeper and deeper into him each time.

By the third finger, you can hear Seungmin panting loudly as you push yourself further inside him, twisting your wrist every so often to make sure you keep hitting his G-spot without any problems. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body, his moans becoming increasingly louder as you work yourself in and out of him. After a bit longer, you add another finger, spreading them apart until you have four fingers buried deep inside him, pumping them in and out quickly.

"Oh god," He whimpers lowly, whimpering as he tries desperately to hold back from coming. "J-Just get this over with already, please..."

"Really!? You'll let me?" You ask curiously, shocked by how eager he sounds. "Alright, alright! Just give me a moment, okay? I'll go get it now!"

Running towards the bedside table, you open the drawer and rummage around for a second, pushing around various objects before finding what you're looking for. Pulling it out carefully, you turn back to face Seungmin who had been watching everything you did with growing curiosity, his cheeks flushed pink with arousal. Taking note of this, you move forward, kneeling between his thighs as you sit cross legged.

Holding the strap-on up high, you look at it intently, examining it's length.

It's black leather, decorated with a silver buckle at its tip, allowing it to be adjusted in size depending on whoever wears it. In your case, however, you could wear it comfortably thanks to your own measurements, making it easier than usual to slip it on. Once you're satisfied with the fit, you begin buckling it tightly in place, adjusting it to where you think it should be. With that taken care of, you stand back up, taking a step closer to Seungmin, who has stopped panting by now, simply staring blankly at you.

"Well, here goes nothing," You whisper softly, reaching down and grasping the base of the toy. "Are you ready?"

Seungmin nods weakly, swallowing thickly as you lean forward and press the head of the dildo against his entrance. He bites down on his lip nervously as you slide it along his wet flesh, inch by slow inch going deeper and deeper until you hit the bottom.

The feeling of having something shoved inside you always gets to you, no matter if it's an actual dick or just a fake one like this. However, when someone else is doing it...that somehow adds to the experience. As such, he gasps sharply as you force more and more of yourself inside him, filling him up completely. Before long, you stop moving altogether, letting him get used to the new sensation.

After about half a minute passes, you begin rocking your hips slightly, sliding yourself in and out of him while keeping your grip firm. This causes Seungmin to moan deeply, his legs shaking beneath you as you grind against his prostate. The sound alone is enough to make your pussy throb with need, but you ignore it, focusing solely on pleasuring him.

His chocolate brown eyes are glued to yours as you do, seeing the lustful glint in their depths as they gaze upon you. He lets out a soft groan, grabbing handfuls of your ass as you continue grinding against his prostate. That only encourages you to speed up, pounding himself hard against your pelvis until you're slamming into him roughly, slapping your breasts lightly against his chest. Each time you slam into him, he cries out wordlessly, his voice muffled by the cock stuffed inside of him.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" You breathe, smirking wickedly at him.

"Yes," He breathes shakily, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please."

With that, you pick up the pace once again, driving yourself into him with all your might. Your hips slap loudly against his pelvis, the noise echoing through the room as you pound him relentlessly. Seungmin doesn't even try holding back anymore, moaning breathlessly as you drive yourself onto him, ravaging him with each thrust.

A small amount of lube trickles out of his hole, adding lubrication to ease things along. Soon enough, you feel his tight muscles start clenching around the shaft, signaling that he's close to cumming.

Grinning darkly, you take advantage of this, speeding up your movements even further. Within moments, his hot load begins gushing forth, coating his chest with sticky ropes of cum. Watching it splatter across his skin makes you squirm in excitement, unable to resist leaning forward and kissing him. His lips part, giving way for you tongue to snake inside of his mouth, tangling itself within his own. You taste his flavor on your tongue, relishing it as you kiss him hungrily, devouring his warmth.

After a few minutes, you break off from the kiss, gazing at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily beside you.

"Holy shit..." You murmur quietly, grinning at him.

Seungmin looks embarrassed, averting his gaze shyly.

"Don't get cocky yet," He mutters, licking his lips.

Smirking, you reach over to the nightstand and retrieve some tissues, wiping away the mess on his chest. Once you've cleaned up, you toss them aside in a nearby by garbage can and grab hold of the strap-on, gently pulling it free of him. Slipping it back into the drawer, you then walk over to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the edge. Seungmin follows after a moment, crawling up, and cuddling against you.

Yang Jeongin /A little blush couldn't stop itself from spreading along Jeongin's cheeks. He'd been so silent for the past two minutes, watching you prep his hole with your fingers and lube up that he was practically a statue—until now. You had to admit though: he looked damn sexy when a bit flushed from embarrassment. His chestnut hair fell over his shoulders as it always did in this position, but there were more strands than usual today; they stuck out at odd angles like some sort of wild mane.

"I'm ready," He said after another minute passed by without any other words being exchanged between the both of you. "W-Wait, no..."

"It's fine." You smiled gently, trying not to make him feel pressured or anxious about anything else right now besides getting fucked.

If only he knew how much pleasure such a simple act could bring someone...but then again, maybe that would be too cruel. The last thing either one of you needed is for his first time to end in tears and pain.

You took hold of his cock with extreme care, stroking it slowly before leaning forward until your nose was inches away from its tip. It felt hot against your skin, pulsating beneath your touch every few seconds. You inhaled deeply, taking in all of his scent while simultaneously savoring the musky aroma filling the room around you. Your eyes widened slightly when you realized just what an incredible sight this made. This wasn't something that happened everyday, nor should it ever happen. And yet here you were, looking down upon the most beautiful cock in existence.

Your lips parted, letting out a soft sigh as you closed them tightly together once more. There was nothing left to do except take him into your mouth. As soon as those words crossed through your mind, you open wide, wrapping your hand firmly around his base to keep him steady. With slow, deliberate movements, you slid your head further onto his shaft, feeling the thick veins running alongside his length. You paused briefly, allowing yourself to adjust to his girth before sliding back off completely, leaving behind a trail of saliva trailing down his shaft.

The sensation alone caused him to groan softly. You grinned, knowing full well how much he loved having his dick sucked on. In response, you began bobbing your head up and down faster, eliciting even louder moans from Jeongin. His hips bucked involuntarily each time your tongue found its way inside his slit, which sent vibrations straight to your pussy. Even still, you kept going, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. After several more strokes, however, you heard him let out a muffled whimper, signaling that he was close to climaxing.

With one final thrust, he pulled you closer, burying himself deep within your throat. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you swallowed whatever cum came shooting out, swallowing it whole before pulling away. His penis twitched repeatedly before finally subsiding, giving you enough time to pull away and look up at him.

His face was beet red, his breathing ragged. Sweat dripped down his forehead, glistening across his brow as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Despite that fact, his expression remained blissful. His eyes were shut tight, his teeth gritted hard against each other. But after everything, his smile never wavered.

"Ready now~?" You giggled playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he simply nodded and reached out for you, pulling you in close so that your bodies pressed flush against each other. His arms wrapped around you possessively, holding you tight as if afraid you might disappear anytime soon. You leaned your cheek against his shoulder, smiling fondly at how comfortable he seemed to be with you despite how new their relationship truly was.

After a moment of silence, Jeongin spoke up, breaking the spell of contentment hanging heavily above the room.

"Yeah..." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your ears. "Y-You can start now...if you want to."

You turned towards him, grinning brightly before pressing your lips against his. He responded enthusiastically, kissing you back passionately. Your tongues intertwined, exploring each others' mouths, tasting each other's saliva and sweetened juices. Every kiss became deeper and longer, sending shivers coursing through your body. When you broke apart, you saw that his cheeks had gone bright pink, probably due to how heated things currently were.

"Mm..." You hummed, tracing circles on his stomach. "I think I'll go ahead and give you my best effort, hmm? How does that sound?"

"Sounds nice," He murmured, nodding eagerly. "But...do me a favor first, okay?"

"Anything," You replied, arching an eyebrow teasingly.

Jeongin chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "No, really, please don't tease me like that!" He insisted. "Just...just promise you won't stop until we're done, got it?"

You nod in response, before reaching under the bed, retrieving a strap-on dildo. You held it between both hands, examining the phallic object carefully before turning towards him. Jeongin looked surprised by your sudden change in demeanor, but nevertheless smiled warmly nonetheless.

"Okay..." You said, stepping closer. "Let's get started then, shall we?

It only took you about five minutes to prepare. The entire process was surprisingly simple, considering how elaborate and complex it appeared from afar. All you needed to do was slip on some lube, grab the dildo and attach it to the harness, slide into place and make sure the straps were secure. It wasn't difficult or particularly taxing work, though admittedly it did require a certain level of precision.

Once you'd finished getting ready, you approached Jeongin again.

He sat nervously at attention, his fingers fidgeting anxiously as he waited for you to begin. You knelt down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh and stroking it soothingly. His gaze softened somewhat when he felt your touch, relaxing slightly as you ran your thumb along the outside of his leg.

"Are you alright, Jeongin?" You asked gently, looking up at him expectantly.

"Ahh..." He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly. "Yes...it's just...you know..."

You understand what he means instantly.

There are many reasons why people may find strap-ons intimidating; the idea of being penetrated without any kind of protection is inherently scary, especially for those who aren't used to such things. However, you knew firsthand how amazing it could feel, given how much fun you'd had during your previous experiences. Still, it couldn't hurt to ease him into things, right? So you decided to take it slow.

You slid your hand further up his leg, cupping his balls lightly in your palm. Jeongin whimpered softly, shuddering at the contact. After a few seconds, however, he opened his eyes once more. He gazed up at you curiously, enjoying the sensation of having someone else touching him intimately. With a small smirk, you noticed his hole had started twitching, signaling that he was already very aroused. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad after all!

Taking the initiative, you finally rub the tip of the dildo against his slit, eliciting another soft moan from Jeongin. He shifted forward onto the bed, prodding himself against the toy as if trying to push it inside. You obliged, sliding it slowly inside him. Despite its size, it fit perfectly within him, allowing you to continue moving it back and forth while still maintaining enough friction to keep him stimulated.

As you continued thrusting, you watched Jeongin's face closely. He looked incredibly vulnerable, completely exposed and utterly enthralled by your actions. Seeing him like this made you feel immensely powerful, which only fueled your desire to pleasure him even more. You began picking up speed, feeling yourself grow wetter and hotter every time you plunged deep into his insides. You bit your lip, loving the way his muscles tensed around the shaft, squeezing it tightly.

Your movements grew faster and harder, slamming into him with increasing force. Jeongin moaned loudly, gripping your shoulders tight. A low groan escaped his throat as you pulled out halfway, only to slam back into him hard, making them bounce off the mattress. You kept going, pounding away relentlessly, savoring the sounds of their skin slapping together.

Soon, you felt something hot and slick dripping down your thighs, so you slowed your pace slightly.

After a minute or two, you withdrew the dildo entirely. Jeongin whined pitifully, panting heavily as he laid there limply. Your heart raced excitedly, knowing exactly what would come next. Without hesitation, you grabbed hold of the base of the toy and positioned it once more at Jeongin's entrance, pushing it inside him with one smooth motion. As soon as it was fully embedded, you resumed thrusting, watching his face intently.

He was flushed bright red, clearly turned on beyond belief. His cheeks glistened with sweat and strands of hair clung to his forehead, giving him a decidedly sexy appearance. You leaned over him, pressing your chest flush against his own. Their bodies rubbed together as they moved, creating an arousing tingle that sent shivers through your body. You loved seeing his reaction, his mouth hanging open in shock as you fucked him mercilessly.

With each thrust, you pushed deeper than before, filling him completely until your pelvis pressed firmly against his ass. Each movement brought him closer and closer to climax, but you held back, determined to drive him wild instead. Every now and then, you would pause to give him a chance to catch his breath, letting him adjust to the new sensations coursing throughout his body.

His breathing became increasingly ragged, his head tilting back as he stared upwards blankly. His hips buckled erratically under your weight, driving the toy inside him rapidly. Sweat dripped down his brow, running between the cracks of his neck and soaking into his collarbone. The sight of him writhing beneath you left you absolutely throbbing, wanting nothing more than to bury your cock inside him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jeongin cried out suddenly, clenching his inner walls tightly around the toy.

You didn't have to ask twice, deciding to let him finish on his own terms. You gripped his sides tighter, urging him onward. Within seconds, he went rigid, moaning loudly as he came. Warm liquid splashed across both your stomachs, coating your skin with a layer of sticky fluid. It was almost painful, but you didn't stop fucking him until you were satisfied.

Jeongin lay limp underneath you, gasping for air. When he eventually caught his bearings, he rolled onto his side, staring at you with wide eyes. You smiled gently and stroked the top of his head, kissing him tenderly.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids #bang chan smut #lee minho smut #seo changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #kim seungmin smut #yang jeongin smut #skz x reader

1K notes · View notes