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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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Bucky Barnes and you get stuck in elevator for one hour. What are you two doing? 🖤 honest answers only even if they are filthy 🔥

stuck with you

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only. smut. angst. all the feelings. unprotected sex. hint of a breeding kink. some spanking. oh some very incorrect description of an anxiety attack and how to help someone through it. i know, i know, but it's for the story lmao. uhm if i'm missing something that should be tagged pls lmk!

notes: i couldn't not write something for this and it was gonna be so smutty and then i started and then i... i dont know what happened lol. but thank you for sending this in, i know it's not a direct answer but i hope you like it <3 thank you in advance for reading and as always, comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated!

"What exactly do you think slamming all the buttons will do?" he asked as he leaned against the wall of the elevator, nothing short of casual amusement lacing his voice as he watched you.

You ignored him, trying the emergency call button for the fifth time in the minute that had passed since the elevator stopped moving.

You didn't realize the change in your breathing until Bucky's hand came to rest on your arm. You flinched at his touch, having been too lost in your growing panic to notice he'd gotten closer.

"What?" you asked through a heavy, annoyed breath.

"You need to breathe, sweetheart," he instructed gently, tugging you to face him fully, pulling you away from the buttons as he did.

"I'm breathing," you snapped at him, forcing yourself to take a breath as you worked to steel your nerves. It was all in vain, though. You couldn't fight off the paranoid thoughts as they were coming through your mind too fast to even try and rationalize. "I just," you said shakily, "I ca- I can't,"

You suddenly found yourself nearly bowing over as you tried to catch a breath. Bucky helped you to sit while he kept his hold on you, his intent eyes set on you as your own squeezed shut, your hands mindlessly gripping his forearms as you tried to ground yourself.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he ordered firmly, though he waited patiently for you to follow his instructions.

You felt like you couldn't catch your breath, each one you took was too shallow and you couldn't manage to breathe in any deeper.

"Just hold your breath for a second, doll,"

You were still struggling, and the last thought on your mind was to stop breathing altogether, you were sure you'd pass out if you did. Your gasping was only growing worse as Bucky contemplated his options.

He didn't think long before he gently took your face in his hands and forced you to look at him, your eyes glassy and lips parted, desperate for air. had his heart clenching. He didn't want to see you like that, not with that fear in your eyes. He leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours, more fervently than he even meant to.

You were still against him for a moment, not moving as he pulled you closer to him. It took you a second to register what was happening. All at once, though, your mind caught up, your heart pounding in your chest only growing wilder as you let your eyes close, crawling into Bucky's lap as he held you gently, his lips still against yours. You were all together intoxicated by him, his soft but secure touch, the taste of mint and coffee on his lips, the scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo from your shared shower earlier, it wrapped around you as your previous thoughts of peril faded into the background.

All that you could think of was him, here and now. And you in his solid lap, his thick arms wrapped around you, his hands holding your face so delicately. Your lips began to work with his as you breathed him in and let him taste you in kind.

You soon lost yourself to him completely; and then, after another long minute, you realized you once again couldn't breathe.

You broke the kiss, hungry for air just slightly more than you were for him. You let your face fall as your noses brushed and you finally were able to catch your breath.

"Huh," you huffed, suddenly remembering yourself. You peeked up at him through your lashes meekly before you murmured a soft thank you.

He smirked halfheartedly, but a little bit of sadness he couldn't hide was apparent on his face as you then moved to get off of him, not that you noticed. Your thoughts were once again getting caught in a spiral.

As you tried to move off his lap, you were stopped. Bucky held you down, his large hands gently squeezing into your soft waist, keeping you exactly where you were.

"I get you're still mad at me, sweetheart, but I'm not just gonna sit here and watch you spiral again," he said as he pulled you into him.

You slumped into his chest, letting your heaviness rest on him as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"I'm not mad at you," you mumbled into his skin.

"Could've fooled me," he breathed a humorless laugh.

You sighed, pulling away from him slightly.

"I'm not mad. I'm just-" you cut yourself off before forcing your tongue to continue, "I'm scared."

Your eyes were glued to his chest as you spoke but the moment the admission slipped past your lips, Bucky was tilting your chin up to look you in the eyes.

"Sweetheart," he began.

"Not of you. Of me. I just... I'm not, I'm not used to this. To being loved, the way you love me. And I don't wanna lose that," you whispered as tears pricked your eyes. "I don't want you to end up feeling stuck with me. Because I'm a lot, Bucky. And I'm not easy to live with. I'm particular and I need alone time a lot of the time... and ... You just have no idea what you're inviting into your life."

"You," he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, his touch grazing your cheek as he wiped a tear from your skin. "I'm inviting you. I love you. I want you. All of it with you. Every last bit, doll."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke and it only made you all the more worried.

"I'm not trying to pressure you, sweetheart. If you don't want to move in with me, you don't have to. If you need time, I'll wait. However long I have to," he said as his hands began to run up and down your back soothingly.

"I want to, Bucky. I do. I just don't want you to regret this."

"When are you gonna see it," he breathed as he squeezed you closer, looking up at you as he leaned back against the wall behind him.

"See what?"

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I could never regret you."

"You say that-"

"Ever."

Your eyes softened at his insistence, and deep down, you knew he meant it.

Your avoidance of an answer to his question this morning had been you trying to protect not only yourself, but him from disappointment, though it was becoming clearer and clearer that it was only hurting you both.

You were scared, but you also wanted this just as badly as he did. God, how long you'd dreamed about the day you'd wake up in Bucky's bed and not have to rush to your own apartment to get ready for work. How nice it'd be to get home from a miserable day and have him there to make things better without having to endure the twenty minute commute from his place to yours. To share a place together, your and his...

You were near burrowing yourself in his embrace, his hands still soothing up and down your back as he held you close, when you reached to grab one of his hands in yours.

You pulled away from him enough to look him in the eye.

"If you're sure,"

"I'm sure,"

"And if you ever wanna go back on it, or change your mind, I -"

"I wouldn't,"

"But if you do-"

"I won't."

There was a moment, a silent conversation between you two as you look into each other's eyes. You pressed your forehead to his, kissing him delicately before you pulled back again.

You nodded, "I'd love to move in with you, Bucky," you said with a small smile playing on your lips. Your heart soared as you watched the dopey smile that stretched onto Bucky's face before he crushed you against him. "That's all I needed to hear," he said in between kissing you everywhere he could in the position you were in. You laughed as you wiggled to sit up higher on his lap, looking down at him.

You reached a hand to brush through his hair, and as you did the elevator jolted. You caught yourself with a hand against the wall as Bucky tightened his arms around you instinctively.

You felt his warm breath against the swell of your breasts before you looked down with a raised brow. His face was right against your chest, and his eyes were now locked on your breasts as they hung in front of him, his hands grabbing at your ass while his eyes grew darker, filled with even more excitement.

"Wouldn't mind if that happened again," he said huskily.

"Odds are in your favor, you know this complex is the fucking worst," you huffed.

"All the more reason for you to move in with me," he smirked. "But ya know one good thing about these old buildings?"

"Hm?"

"They don't have cameras in the elevators," he said, smacking your ass and causing you to gasp and jolt from the strike.

He was mesmerized by the sight as he repeated his actions over and over again until you were whining and pressing your chest into his face.

"Buck," you mewled pathetically, the tingling between your thighs growing more unbearably with every slap against your ass. Each hit only getting you more wet for him.

You were seconds away from ripping your tank top off yourself but Bucky quickly pulled it off and over your head for you before his lips descended upon your breasts.

You let your head drop back in time with your hips pressing to sit fully in his lap, a moan escaping you when you felt his hard length against you. Your hands were in his hair as his hands squeezed your ample flesh, his lips fervent against your skin still.

You couldn't help yourself as you began tilting your hips over his, back and forth, your movements more urgent the more you felt him twitch beneath you.

Your bra had been tossed to the side minutes ago but you were still in your leggings while Bucky was still fully clothed.

When you tilted your hips just right, you felt his cock rub against your clothed clit and you nearly lost it completely; shoving yourself off of him to finally rid yourself of the clothing that kept you from what you really wanted. Bucky followed your lead without having to be told and got undressed in the blink of an eye. You saw his throbbing length standing erect for you and nearly salivated at the sight, your mouth parted in awe at his beauty. You swear, you'd never get over it. Every little thing about him, from his scars to his own stretch marks, every bit of his was beautiful. And you smiled as you saw him admiring you the very same way, that wonderstruck look in his eyes you'd never get used to. Your patience was wearing down the longer you took, though, and quickly, you climbed back down into his lap before lining his cock up to your slick entrance.

You slowly sank down on him, moans from both of you filling the elevator at the sensation.

"Oh, fuck, doll," he moaned while groping your hips. You started moving up and down his length, slowly as you enjoyed the stretch of him inside of you, wanting to feel each and every inch of his thick cock as it filled you up.

"Mmm," you hummed a mindless moan, throwing your head back in pleasure as Bucky took a pert nipple into his mouth, squeezing and kneading your breast in his big hand. "Feels good, Buck," you breathed, slamming your hips down on his cock, earning a deep throated growl from him.

Suddenly his hands were back on your wide set hips, his fingers digging into the plushy flesh there as he began fucking up into you himself. You were helpless as you keened at the feeling, gripping his shoulders to keep yourself upright. "Oh god, Bucky, please," you whined, pushing your hips back down to meet his thrusts, "please, please, please,"

"You close, sweetheart?" he panted. "I can feel you gripping my cock, baby, fuck," his eyes squeezed tight as he nearly snarled the curse of pleasure.

"Gonna fuckin' fill you up and then you're really gonna be stuck with me,"

"Bucky," you gasped, though it came out with a moan.

"That's it, sweetheart, take my fucking cock, just like that, doll. Just like that," he punctuated each word with another snap of his hips into yours, rolling into you and rubbing your clit deliciously with his every move.

You were both panting, a sheen of sweat on both of you as he fucked you perfectly, the only other sounds to be heard were of your twin moans and the slapping sounds of skin on skin, the salacious squelching of his dick drilling into you over and over.

His thumb found your clit and drew tight circles over the sensitive bud as he felt your walls tightening around him, wanting to keep him inside of you. It was almost blinding, the way you were hit with your orgasm. Your muscles tightened as Bucky continued to fuck you through the high, unintelligible moans and whimpers of his name and cries intermingled as the waves of pleasure crashed over you over and over again.

You found yourself on your back in the blink of an eye as Bucky continued to pummel into your tight heat, deep strokes along your velvety walls as he chased his own high, holding himself above you as he did.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come, baby, I-" his words turned into a deep groan as his pace faltered, soon morphing into heady moans when you felt his warm spurts filling you up as he came inside of you.

His thrusts slowed as did your breathing until he slowly pulled out of you, laying himself down next to you and pulling you into him. He kissed your forehead as you melted into his embrace.

"I mean it, ya know. You're the one who's gonna be stuck with me, sweetheart. I'm not goin' anywhere," he promised with a simper. "Not without you."

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evie-sturns · 5 days

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you want to? - matt sturniolo

summary: when you ask your classmate matt for a ride home after school, you find out hes a virgin, how could you not offer to change that?

contains: smut, semi-sub!matt, virgin!matt, swearing.

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the deafening bell rings throughout my math classroom, signalling the end of the day. i look down at my phone which reads 3:00pm, i instantly start to pack up my books more than ready to leave.

i watch the brunette boy to my left swing his bag over his shoulders, he doesn't say much but i'm pretty sure his names matt, i'm quite close with his brother nick but i've never got to know him personally.

i follow close behind him as he walks through the hallway.

we exit through the doors of the school, i decide to make my move now, needing a desperate ride home.

"uh- matt!" i call out walking up beside him, he looks over at me fixing the frame of his dark brown glasses.

"yeah?" he replies softly,

it shouldn't be wrong of me to ask for a ride, i've seen him briefly while i've been round at nicks house, and we got paired up for a group project in 9th grade where i spoke to him for a week.

"this is like- really random but do you mind giving me a ride home, i think my house is just down the street to yours and my car broke down this morning." i ramble

"oh- yeah, okay- thats fine." he says nervously "thank you so much" i let out a sigh of relief.

matt and i walk in silence to his car, his lips are red from where hes been biting them.

he opens the door for me, i jump in the passenger seat. the whole car is clean except for a camera battery and an empty mcdonald's cup.

he jumps in as well, "sorry if this is an inconvenience, i'll venmo you gas money and extra." i say.

"no- don't worry about it, it's fine." matt instantly replies.

i decide to start up a conversation, not wanting to sit in silence for the whole 20 minute ride.

"hows nick?" i ask, "hes okay, i think hes just weirded out about the whole audrey situation."

audrey is nick's best friend, who recently became hated at our school for sleeping with a whole friend group then lying to everyone and saying they made her do it.

"oh yeah!? she fucked that whole group of guys oh god." i exclaim, causing matt to tense up, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight.

"you okay? sorry- do you know audrey"

he shakes his head "i don't know her."

"oh you just went tense about the audrey fucking." i repeat, he laughs slightly, the tips of his ears go red.

"have you never had sex?" i ask, my head spinning round to look at him.

his cheeks go a deep red, he takes a hand off the wheel to rubs his eye under his glasses.

"i- yeah- no.. i dont know" he mutters, "you don't know if you've had sex?" i smile,

"i don't know- no" he says awkwardly with a grin.

"oh, thats fine!" i reply,

"you want to?" i continue, matt goes silent. i instantly regret my words, i didn't mean to make matt uncomfortable but it was just a genuine question.

"sorry." i instantly follow my words up, my tone less.. loud.

"yeah, i think i do" matt almost whispers as though he can't get any louder.

i nod my head understandingly , "you got anyone you want to loose it to, or not really?"

matt seems to grow a little more comfortable, his deathly grip on the wheel loosening

"i can't say" he laughs slightly "i mean i'm almost 18 and both my brothers won't stop yapping about their hook ups." he sighs

"do you want to.. with me?" i ask quietly, the words leaving my mouth before i can process

"but only if you want-" i instantly say after.

his head snaps round to look at me, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose slightly. "you- what" he smiles slightly, his eyebrows twisting as his cheeks flush

i stay silent, maintaining eye contact for a couple seconds.

"yeah, okay thank you" his says breathlessly, looking back to the road

"you can uh- come back to my house, nick and chris are at hockey and my parents are away for 2 weeks." matt says, trying to sound confident.

i nod, "yeah okay!"

3:42pm

matt pulls into his driveway, we've been having small talk for the past 5 minutes the rest of the way.

i open the door to his car, stepping out onto the concrete. i follow matt inside his house, i'm more than used to being in his house, execpt its usually with nick to hang out, not with his triplet brother to hook up.

i take his hand, he guides us upstairs into his bedroom. i lock the wooden door behind us.

"so uh, where do we start?" matt laughs nervously, reaching a hand up and scratching the side of his head.

i get on my tip-toes, grabbing his jaw and pulling him into a kiss. he hesitates for a second before kissing me back.

it quickly turns into a makeout, i push him back onto the bed before straddling him.

i grind against the fabric of his jeans, matt lets out a pathetic whimper against my lips clearly sensitive.

i pull away for a second to pull my shirt up over my head, revealing the pink lace of my bra. matt shamelessly stares at my tits, his top teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

after a solid 25 seconds of staring he pulls his navy blue crewneck off over his head, his middle part flopping on his forehead.

his breathing picks up as i unclasp my bra, letting it fall down onto his chest. i instantly feel a bulge feel underneath me, his face growing red.

i fix his glasses on his face lingering my fingers on his skin for longer than needed, "oh my god" i hear him whisper under his breath, i shift off his lap onto the floor, matt sits on the edge of the bed.

i fidget with the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the loops of his jeans before unbuttoning the button of his jeans and shimmying the fabric down his thighs.

i don't waste time to yank down his boxers, his erection springs out. matt's tip is slightly more red than his lips, now begging to be touched.

"you ready sweetheart?" i ask him, dragging my nails up and down his thighs.

"yeah- yes please." he nods, i wrap my hand around his length and pumping slowly, i look up at him and his head falls back "fuck.." he groans as i wrap my lips around his tip.

i circle my tongue just around his tip teasingly but it seems to be enough for matt already.

i slowly take more of him in my mouth, taking most of his dick down my throat.

"oh my god oh my god-" matt whimpers as i bob my head up and down,

my pace quickens everytime matt makes noise, only driving me to take more of him. i feel him twitch, meaning he's close already.

after matt bucks his hips up i pull off of him, edging him. "please" matt starts but i cut him off "don't want you to cum yet, don't wanna overstimulate you okay?"

he nods, i get up off the floor to straddle the top of his thighs again, his dick resting against my lower stomach.

"tell me what you want matt." i say, fixing his hair which rests against the glass of his glasses. "please?" matt whispers.

"please what." i tease, kneeling on either side of his legs and pulling down my shorts and panties in one tug. "ride me.." he says shyly. i smile before hovering myself above his tip, slowly sinking down onto his tip.

"oh my god" he groans, i let out a soft groan as i sink further down his length, i grab his wrists and place his ringed hands on my waist instead of him balling up the sheet.

"feels so good" he mumbles shakily, i start to bounce slowly up and down on his dick.

i let out strings of moans as his grip tightens on my waist "please please-" he whines, i start to pick up my pace.

"matt- you wanna try being on top?" i ask quickly, he hesitates before nodding his head eagerly.

he flips us over impressively easily, "grab my ankles" i tell him which he does, his two large hands grabbing my ankles and pushing them down by my ears, i nod.

he starts to thrust into me, matt's middle part flops on his head, his glasses shifting.

"fuck- 'm so close" he groans "you got it matt" i breathe out

matt pulls out, instantly releasing on my stomach as his glasses fall off, landing on my chest.

he flops down next to me on the bed panting, his arms laying across his forehead.

i scoot closer to matt's side, "you okay?" i ask, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, a small smile forming on his face.

"you don't understand how long i've wanted that with you." he laughs slightly, "with me?" i reply, my eyes widening slightly

"yeah- i don't know." he sits up, rubbing his eyes. i sit up next to him, grabbing his glasses off my chest and holding them up

i slide the glasses onto his face, his cheeks still flushed

"we should do this again sometime" he suggests awkwardly,

"good idea matt" i smile, pressing a quick kiss to his red lips.

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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18+ / mdi

content: f2l!jun, jealous!jun, a lil bit of possessiveness, he's in love with u, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, etc.

wc: 1994

a/n: i love writing jun he's so ... he's so jun

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jun was an idiot.

okay, maybe that was too harsh.

no, actually that was pretty much correct.

because if he wasnt an idiot he wouldnt be standing here right now, watching as the pretty bartender flirted with you.

had he acted on his feelings earlier (or literally ever), he wouldnt have to watch as the bartender gave you free drink after free drink, clearly slipping you his number on a napkin. what did he have that jun didnt? balls? yeah, maybe. but it wasnt fair! jun was your best friend, it's not like he could just give you his number and call it a day. you already had his number! that, and he needed to go through the whole 'sorry, i know we're just friends, but id like to submit an application for the promotion to boyfriend now.' he already had a whole thing going with you; a very platonic thing.

so now all he could do was sit there and watch. watch you in your pretty dress, hugging your body in the most delicious of ways, as the bartender looked you up and down, almost as if he was planning the easiest way to eat you right there and then. jun needed to stop this. you didnt seem uncomfortable or even phased by it, just showing plain disinterest, so he really had no valid reason to storm over there and drag you away. which is why he wasnt sure why he did just that.

you knew jun as a bit of a weird guy. someone who just did things without much thought in mind. so it didn't surprise jun when you didnt question him upon marching up to you, churning out an excuse of 'we need to go to the bathroom!' before pulling you away from the bartender's vicinity.

to be fair, he did take you to the bathroom. he quite literally took over the bathroom, walking you in and locking the door behind him, not allowing any other person to enter. it was an exaggerated yet ominous act. once he calmed himself down a bit, he turned back to you as you looked at him with wide eyes, head turned slightly to the side, clearly confused at his actions. okay, yeah, this was weird. even for jun standards.

"what was that?" you asked, wondering why he was being extra dramatic than usual.

"uhh .. that? just, i .. i didnt- i didnt like the way he was looking at you .." jun was never good at thinking on his feet. he needed time to formulate answers and think. and even then, he would sometimes stumble over his words, just like now.

"what? he just gave me his number. it's not like-"

"no! you should- you should throw it away. uh, please?"

"why would i do that? he was cute, i was thinking of hitting him up an-"

"NO!," his words interrupted you again, leaving his mouth before he could think.

"jun, what's wrong with you today ..?"

"listen, i ... i- it's just .."

"jun! what is it??" you were clearly growing more and more confused by the second. jun needed to salvage the situation. except, in true jun fashion, he did the opposite of what he intended.

"i like you, okay?," he gulped loudly before continuing, "i dont want a stupid bartender giving you his number. i dont want to see guys staring at you at the gym. i dont want jeonghan flirting with you. it's- it's all driving me crazy. i know i shouldve told you, okay? i know. i'm too late, i know. i shouldve asked you from the day we met. but you were so ... and- and i panicked! i love being your best friend, i do. but- but i just like you so much. i like you and i dont know what to do. i-"

"jun."

"no, listen! i get it. we're best friends and we've been best friends forever, and i know you don't see me that way, but-"

"jun!"

"-but watching you get attention from all these guys is just making me so- it's driving me insane. i cant stand the thought of you with someone else anymore. i know you havent really dated since we met, but even the thought makes me-"

"wen junhui! shut up!!"

he finally slammed his mouth shut at this, finally allowing your interruption to get through to him. he was now paying full attention to you. you were closer than he remembered before he started senselessly ranting at you. you were right in front of him, actually, staring up at him with eyes he had never seen before.

you grabbed his arms, limp at his sides, and wrapped them around your waist, now pressing the two of you almost chest to chest. he didn't know where this was going, but he'd allow you to do whatever you wanted as long as it meant it was him you were looking at and no one else.

"junnie ... you're such a fucking idiot."

okay. he already knew that.

"i like you too."

wait, what?

he gaped at you, "what?"

very smooth.

"you're so fucking stupid. you couldve just told me you liked me," despite your insults, you now had your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, almost pulling him down to you. it had his heart beating like crazy as he kept his own arms wrapped around you.

"i- you liked me?!"

"yes, you idiot! why do you think i havent dated anyone since we met?"

"i thought maybe you just didnt have any game, i dont know!"

"jun!"

"shit. sorry, i meant- hmph!"

your attack on him had been too quick for him to even process. without having realized, you had pulled him down the rest of the way, quite literally launching an attack on his lips with your own. for a few seconds he just stood there, eyes wide in surprise as he let you kiss him with no reciprocation. he was too shocked to respond, despite how badly he wanted to. it went like this until you pulled away, probably thinking this wasnt what he wanted.

he panicked once again, immediately pulling you back to his lips, backing you up against the nearest wall. that's when he really started to perform to his full potential. he pulled all stops, feeling nothing but pure bliss at finally feeling your lips against his. he licked frantically into your mouth, running his hands up and down every inch of your body, sighing at every moan that escaped your mouth and entered his.

he felt like he was on cloud nine, with you so pliant against his hold. suddenly an animalistic sense deep within him started to come out. every soft sigh you released against him, and every shudder of your body had his resolve breaking. he had to hold back from picking you up and pounding you into the wall. whatever it was that was taking over him, he had never felt before. there was a cloud in his mind giving him sinister thoughts; thoughts of you crying as he pistoned into you, letting all his desires finally release after the years-long wait for you to land in his arms.

"w-want you so fucking bad. please ...l he opted for communicating his desires, wanting nothing more than for you to reciprocate his insane want for you.

your response was found in you licking into his open mouth as he spoke, whispering at him to do whatever he wanted to you, claiming you had waited far too long to feel him. revealing that you thought of him every night and that your resolve had broken long ago.

his eyes rolled back at your lust, knowing his matched by a tenfold. he made quick work of your dress, pulling it up to uncover your crotch while pulling his own pants down just enough for him to begin rubbing his length against the thin cloth of your panties. he wanted your nude body so badly, but he knew it wasnt the time nor place. he'd save that vision for another day (most likely an hour or so, maybe after making you scream his name in the pub's bathroom).

"junnie ... please just-fuck! just fuck me," he understood your rush, already growing drunk on the feeling of his cock rubbing against your delicious cunt. god, that was yet another thing he needed to save for later; your thighs suffocating his head as he licked every drop of arousal out of you.

no. he needed to concentrate. he needed to get his cock wet and warmed up by your pretty cunt. and that's exactly what he did next, moaning out at the feeling of you enveloping him almost as if he'd belonged there all along.

"that's ... shit, that's such a pretty cunt, baby. fuck ..."

"wanted this cunt for so long, shit, fuck. it's so fucking good."

"all mine now ... no one else can have it .."

"fuck, gonna take you home and keep you locked in my room. go-gonna fuck you every day to make up for lost time, shit."

he couldn't help the candid words leaving his mouth. his mind kept screaming at him to show you how fucking badly he wanted you. there was nothing more perfect than the feeling of your body against his, all while your mewls of pleasure filled his ears. the thought of taking you home and keeping you in his arms forever made him feel like he was in nirvana. it almost overpowered the actual feeling of nirvana your cunt was giving him as you strangled his cock between your walls.

god, your cunt. he always knew you'd feel like heaven, but nothing couldve prepared him for this. no longer did he ever have to worry about the platonic wall that had been placed between him and your beautiful body (and mind and soul and everything else). now he had you all to himself, and he'd never let another man even imagine being in his current position.

"junnie ... need to cum. please. y-you're so fucking big. fuck!"

he needed to hear more of you. needed you to cry about his big cock bruising your cervix. so, he did what any reasonable person would and began pistoning in and out of you at a savage pace, feeding on the cries of pleasure leaving your lips.

"th-right there! fuck! junnie, please ... do-don't stop. gonna cum. g-gonna- shit ..."

not a single sentence could leave your body anymore as jun finally triggered your impending orgasm, with your own end dragging his out of him almost immediately.

the two of you breathed heavily against each other, hands unable to separate from the other's body for even a second. it felt comfortable; right. it was as if you'd done this together before. he felt like this was what he was supposed to be doing all along.

"do you really like me back?"

"jun, you idiot. yes! i wouldnt have let you fuck me in a dirty pub bathroom if i didnt like you."

"ah. hah, just making sure," he wasnt too sure where the horny monster inside of him had gone, now going back to his slightly awkward demeanor.

"now ... are you gonna make good on your promise?"

"huh?"

"gonna take me home and keep me locked up in your room?"

oh. you were flirting with him. your hands were rubbing at the back of his ear, making him swoon at your delicate touch. fuck, you were good at this. one word from you and he was putty in your hands. but it was fine. he liked it that way.

"y-yes."

"then take me home, baby. show me what you've been wanting to do to me all this time"

jun made a mental note to thank the bartender on his way out for making him jealous enough to act on his feelings as you dragged him away, clearly just as eager to get on his bed.

thank fucking god for that stupid bartender.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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mistakes and regrets

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, aged up!rafe, dad!rafe and mom!reader, seperated parents/coparenting, p in v sex (but they dont finish), angsty but fluffy ending

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"hey, baby girl!" rafe smiles, picking up your daughter and twirling her around. "well don't you look so cute in your new dress." he nuzzles his face against hers, pressing kisses along her cheeks.

"hey y/n." rafe greets you with a smile as well, setting your daughter down and coming to take the bags out of your hands, carrying them inside.

you take your daughters hand and walk in together, pushing down your nerves to put a smile on your face.

"thanks for letting us stay here while the apartment is getting redone." you say, watching as rafe sets your bags along the hallway.

"no problem." rafe says, clearing his throat. it's been so long since you've shared a house together. rafe usually gets your daughter on weekends, and you take care of her at your apartment during the week while he's working.

it wasn't a one time hookup that resulted in your daughter, but it wasn't exactly a relationship either. your bodies were so compatible, and you tried to make it work when you became pregnant, but it was just too hard on both of you, so for your daughters sake, you decided to cut the toxicity and coparent with seperate places.

"come on, izzy, let's show mommy your new toy." rafe ushers your daughter up the stairs, helping her navigate her new skill. izzy just turned two, and is still getting the hang of her movements.

you follow them up the stairs, looking at the house you used to know so well. you smile when you see the inside of izzys room, it's been almost a year since you've been inside of it, and its been updated with a brand new bed, and stocked full with toys. rafe obviously spoils his daughter, but you already knew that from how much extra he gave you in child support each month, allowing you to not have to work to support her. you still choose to work at a local cafe on the weekends, mainly because your friend runs it and you like to help out. it keeps you busy as well when you're away from your daughter.

"mommy, look!" izzy holds up a brand new barbie doll, and you ooo and ahh over it as she continues to show you all the toys that she keeps at her daddys house. you sit down on the tiny toddler sized couch in her room, smiling at rafe as he crosses his arms and watches from the door, loving seeing how precious his daughter is.

once izzy is done going through everything, you head back down the stairs for dinner. you love to cook with izzy, giving her easy little tasks that she can do with your supervision. you know how important it is to start teaching her these things young, and how good it is for her development.

you move throughout the kitchen with rafe with ease, like you never had all that time spent apart. once everything is in the oven or simmering on the stovetop, you move to lift izzy into her high chair in the dining room, but rafe stops you. "i got it." he smiles gently, placing her in the seat and securing the tray.

"this is nice." you hum softly, keeping an eye on izzy out of the corner of your eye as she drinks her milk out of a sippy cup.

"it is. we should do family dinners more often." you and rafe get along decently well, but it also hurts you to be around him constantly. you feel guilty that you aren't giving izzy the life you had growing up with two steady, in love parents.

"we should." you just say in agreement, helping rafe plate the dishes before moving back to the table.

the dinner goes by well, izzy never letting an awkward silent moment happen as she chats away, even though most of it is intelligible baby babble along with her speaking with a mouth full of food.

you settle down on the couch with izzy after, cuddling her as a movie plays on the tv while rafe cleans up from dinner. you both decided a relaxing day would be best, considering you're deviating from her normal schedule by staying at rafes for the entire week while your apartments wood floors are redone. the complex offered to put you up in a hotel, but you knew izzy would be more comfortable at rafes, even if you found it awkward. you'd do anything for your daughter.

"somebody is getting tired." rafe says with a smirk as he enters the living room, seeing izzy resting against you, slowly blinking at the tv.

"daddy." izzy perks up slightly, crawling across the couch to where he sits down.

"come on, mommy." izzy becons you with her hand, wanting to cuddle with both her parents. you can't deny what your little girl wants, schooching across the couch to sit next to rafe, izzy sat half on your thigh and half on his.

you keep your back pin straight, your leg the only part of your body touching rafes, but as the movie continues, you find yourself leaning back against the couch, rafes arm coming to wrap around your shoulder.

you can tell that izzy has fallen asleep, but you let yourself lean into rafe, enjoying the comfort of his warmth as the movie draws to a close.

only when the credits finish do you move, wishing you could stay there curled up for longer, as one big unit with izzy.

"ill take her up to bed, stay here." rafe says, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. you just nod, letting rafe pick up your daughter, noting how small she is in his big arms. still your little girl, even though she's gotten so big.

rafe hesitates before he leaves the room, turning to press a kiss to your forehead before exiting. you blush hard, knowing your face must be bright red from the intimate moment.

you stay sat in your seat as you hear rafe descending the stairs and rummaging with something in the kitchen. he comes back into the living room with two glasses of wine, handing one to you.

"i bought red just for you." rafe admits, sitting down next to you, but keeping more distance than before.

"you remembered." you smile into your glass, taking a small sip of the drink.

"of course.” rafe closes his eyes briefly before refocusing on you when they open again.

“you’re different.” you say honestly. it’s been so long since you’ve spent more than a few minutes with him, and never one on one like this.

“i’m no longer the boy who got you pregnant.” rafe says, and you understand exactly what he means. izzy changed both of your lives, made you realize that you had to grow up, for her sake and your own. “i actually-” rafe leans forward and sets his glass on the coffee table. “wanted to apologize for back then. i was young and stupid, and i hurt you and izzy. i wish i could go back and change how i acted. i was jealous and immature.”

“oh rafe.” you sigh, also setting your glass down to lean forward and wrap your arms around him. “it means so much to me to hear you say that. i’m sorry too, we both made mistakes.” rafes arms are firmly around your waist, holding you against him. you pull back, going to speak more when rafes lips press against yours. you gasp against his mouth, but he doesn’t let up, continuing to kiss you until you concede and kiss him back.

“please. just let me have you, even just for tonight.” rafe says, running his hand through your hair, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes full of emotion and pleading.

you should say no. this will only complicate things further, but you swallow your pride and nod. you want rafe too bad to miss this opportunity.

rafe stands slowly, hands carefully helping you up like he’s worried if he moves too quickly you’ll back out.

he leads you up the stairs, and you follow slowly a step behind, keeping your outstretched hands intertwined as he heads past izzys bedroom to his own. you glance around the room, noticing its mostly unchanged from a year ago when you packed up your things and left.

"we'll have to be quiet." you say, closing the door shut behind you. "don't want to wake izzy."

rafe nods, placing his hands on your waist as he connects your lips again, the kiss even more passionate now as he leads you further into the room, towards the bed.

you kiss in between getting undressed, pulling clothes off before reconnecting your lips until you’re both naked. rafe lays you down, draping his body over yours, his cock rubbing against your thigh making you moan, widening your legs, calling for him.

rafe presses against your entrance, pushing inside with ease, like he was meant to be there. you cry out, trying to keep quiet but struggling until rafes mouth is on yours, swallowing your sounds with a kiss as his hips press against yours, cock buried deep in your heat.

“rafe, please.” you claw your fingers down his back, not caring if you scratch him, needing him to move. he grants your command, moving his hips back and then in in a swinging motion, his eyes glossed over with lust.

it reminds you of the night you conceived izzy, it was just like this, rafe moaning on top of you, both trying to keep quiet as ward was sleeping in the room next door. at the flashback, you suddenly push rafe off of you, tears welling up in your eyes.

“baby?” rafe questions, his hands reaching out but not touching, like he’s scared you’ll react even worse.

“what are we doing?” you question, your voice breaking as you sob, feeling regretful and vulnerable as you tug on rafes sheet to wrap it around your naked body.

rafe opens his mouth like hes going to speak, but no words come out.

“what are we doing?” you repeat. “we aren’t kids anymore, we have a daughter, we can’t just hook up. do you know how confusing this all is for her? we are being so dumb and selfish.”

“it’s not selfish to want to give izzy happy parents who are together.” rafe pushes back.

“together? you said just for tonight.” you scrunch your brows, confused.

“i would take tonight if that’s all you were willing to offer me. i was hoping with you staying here, things would… change. and get better.” rafe sighs, reaching out to take your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“so you actually want to try again?” you question, thinking that was out of the question after what happened a year ago.

“anything for you. anything for izzy. i know it’ll be hard, but why don’t we try just for this week? and then see where it takes us from then on?”

you nod, leaning forward to press your cheek into rafes chest, letting his strong, comforting arms wrap you into a hug, easing you back onto the bed.

“let’s just sleep.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “and see how we feel in the morning, waking up next to each other.”

“mmm.” you hum in agreement.

“but-” rafe pauses “we do need to put our clothes back on so izzy doesn’t walk in on us naked.”

you burst out laughing, eyebrows shooting up when rafe presses his lips against yours, shushing you as to not wake up izzy while also unable being able to hold back a laugh of his own.

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sillysillygoofygoose · 5 months

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"Speak Up" ♡

You dont get anything unless you tell Toji exactly what you want.

*daddy/little one usage, ddlg-ish, safeword used, implied subspace... don't like, don't read <333 MDNI, READER IS 18+

LMAAOO GUYS literally ignore everything I said in my last miguel post (though I stand by it 😩) because reader is the polar opposite in this one 💀 I'm such a clown y'all, I switch up sooo fast

"Please?" Your hoarse voice barley leaves your throat as your mouth hangs open in exhaustion.

"Aw, c'mon, little one... you can do much better than that, don't cha think?" His sly delivery makes the heat in your lower stomach spread like a forest fire.

Flushed features scrunching up at his teasing, you grow more and more frustrated at his antagonizing and sadistic games. Toji's thick, calloused fingers ghost over your embarrassingly soaked pussy, treating you as if you were a burning hot stove top. Every slip of his fingers down your slit has your back arching from his chest, legs threatening to unlatch from his built thighs. His legs keep yours spread as you sit on his clothed lap, feeling his twitching boner against your pudgy ass.

You never realized how quiet you get in bed... almost as if someone switches on your mute button the second your clothes hit the ground. Toji hates it. Of course, he thinks you're cute - the way you clasp your hand over your mouth every time a noise threatens to leak out - but he wants to hear you. He needs to hear you. Especially when you get all mushy and pathetic, just for him.

Your hushed whines are almost overpowered by the lewd wet sounds Toji pulls from your pussy as he sinks his middle and ring fingers in, knuckle deep. He's guided you to your edge four times already. And everytime he's pulled you back from stumbling over.

"Pleeaasee, I want it. Fuck, really want it daddy." Griping onto his bicep, you feel tears begin to build alongside your orgasm. Your bare toes curl in on themselves as tingling sensations blur in your feet and travel up your sensitive, desperate little body.

"What do ya want? Huh, baby? C'mon, tell Daddy, use your big girl words." Toji smiles when he sees the delicate muscles in your stomach clench as your body stutters.

"I want to. Please. 's so embarrassing. " More mumbles. He really thought he was getting somewhere. You feel the coil in your stomach unsatisfyingly unravel, fall apart more like, as Toji removes his fingers from your body without warning.

"No! Why-why did you stop? I was so close." The tears splashing at your waterline race down your overheated cheeks as you completely remove your body from your cruel boyfriend's touch.

"You gotta speak up, baby, or I won't know what you want." His sadistic smile only makes you cry harder as he gathers you up in his arms once again, spreading your weak, trembling legs. Turning you to face him, he positions your crying cunnie over his brawny leg, clit immediately rubbing against his sweatpants. The pain overrides the pleasure as he rocks you back and forth against him, forcing stimulation on your puffed parts.

"No more, n'more. 'M all done." You beg, pushing his broad shoulders as you shiver and shake, tears gathering at the tip of your nose while you look down in shame.

"You can take one more, hm baby? All you have to do is ask nicely, and I'll give you anything you want, sweets." His pushes you down harder, forcing a sob out of your lips, splotched face buried in his neck.

"Nnmmh. No. No, thank you. Red." Your last word is hardly a whisper, but Toji hears you loud and clear.

"Oh, hey, hey, shit baby, I'm sorry." Toji hands fly from your hips as he lets you crawl from his thigh, disoriented and shy. Your cries increase into the palm of your shaky hands as embarrassment crashes over your overexerted body.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry little one. Didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." The pit in his stomach only grew deeper and more dreadful as you refused to look at him, balled up into your own frenzy. You heave out tired breaths as you grab onto his hand, moving to rest on his shoulder, signaling that he can touch you.

"Was too much. Just need to cum, daddy. 'M so overwhelmed." You wipe your tears away as you tiredly peck Toji's cheek, melting the worry off his face.

"Daddy will make you feel good, sweets. I'm so sorry, baby." Toji slowly moves his hand from yours to cup your soaked pussy, but feeling you tense, he decides to help his pretty girl more delicately.

"Here, sweet girl, lay down f'me." Toji grunts as he maneuvers satin draped pillows under your hips. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, okay?"

Immediately, you feel his tongue flat against your core and you moan out, dejected pussy embracing the strong hits of pleasure.

You buck your hips into Toji's welcoming mouth as he nuzzles his lower face into you. Exhausted but invigorated, your hips find their own rhythm against Toji's mouth and nose. You don't hold back, whines, moans, and whimpers alike rushing from your mouth like a waterfall of praise.

"Mhm mhm, cum f'me pretty baby. You deserve it, such a good girl" Toji doesn't even break from you as he encourages you through your sudden but long anticipated orgasm, mumbling and groaning into your pussy. Your legs force him further down against you as your back hovers off the bed, panting filling the room as you ride your release.

Closing your eyes, your legs drop to either side of Toji's head. Your plump lips are spread, taking in as much air as your lungs will allow as dried tear tracks fade against your pink cheeks. Baby hairs stick to your sticky, sweaty forehead. He chuckles, looking up at your spaced state.

"You alright, doll?" He huffs out, rubbing up and down your outer thigh. You don't respond, simply letting your hand flop on top of his as you nestle yourself into the inviting mattress under you.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

Credit to @pommecita for the divider <3333

#size difference #fem reader #jjk x reader #age difference #jjk #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji headcanons #toji zenin #toji x you

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princesssmars · 4 months

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something something riding karlach until she sees stars. 18+.

karlach is about ninety percent sure her engine is about to fucking explode. and one hundred of that ninety percent is all your fault. its no secret that you're beautiful, annoyingly perceived as so by pretty much everyone who meets you. she could tell when you first walked up to her from across that branch without fear, later telling her you already knew she wasn't the murderous psychotic devil everyone made her out to be. you listened to her story, defended her against wyll, and she could tell the irregular tick in her chest wasn't just her being nervous about facing probable death at the hands of the blade of frontiers himself.

(although if she had to die at your hands she wouldn't much mind. which is normal. in hindsight, she could also remember her subtly flirting with you. also normal.)

and she's so happy that despite your shared bundle of traumas and saving-the-world problems you could find some respite in each other. she's also really happy that as sweetly as she treats you you also understand how fucking horny she is after ten years of absolutely no contact and then meeting someone who is just as crazy for her as she is for them.

which is how she got to the current moment, her nails digging into your hips as you straddle her hips and rock yourself into her, each subtle glaze of your clit against hers bringing a strangled moan out of her throat.

she's not above begging, especially to you, but everytime she finds the ability to speak without releasing sounds of ecstasy she loses it in seconds. everything she's feeling is too overwhelming in the bestways possible, your hand running through her hair, the other palming at her breasts and bringing out very new and very embarrassing squeaks out of her, your legs squeezed around her waist which just brings her attention and eyesight back to the brief view she can get of your pussy when you pull your hips back before bringing them forward again.

she must have been hyper focused on the space between your legs because your hand is bringing her head back up with a giggle, asking her where she went with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, smiling when her eyes close and her lips fold like shes holding herself back, the exact opposite of what you want her to do.

"'m sorry. i just...fuck, soldier, you're killing me here." she gasps, bringing your hand to her chest to feel her newy tuned engine, the heat growing by the second as the blue flames flicker across her skin.

"gods, you really are burning up. we cant stop if you want-" you start to pull your hips off of hers when her claws dig in harder and simultaneously force you down while she thrusts up, loud moans leaving both of you that make you very glad you put a spell over the area inside her tent.

she keeps going, thrusting her cunt into yours while you struggle to keep up, wrappong your arms around her neck when she lies flat on her back and spreads both of your legs further apart, your shared wetness making the glide of your cunts so much easier and all the hotter.

"dont stop, please dont stop. i'll die if you do."

you take a few seconds to catch yourself when her noises take on a more whiny approach, little 'fuck fuck fuck-'s whispered into your ear as she bucks her hips like a madwoman. with a sadistic smile you adjust your body so your nipples can rub over hers the same time you bite into her neck and with a strangled cry she comes, continuing to buck her hips until you fall apart on top of her.

you can feel her breathing slowing down beneath you, the heat of her engine cooling down to a comfortable heat. you start to move your head up to give her a smile and check up before you feel her hips move again, the feeling of your clit being overstimulated nearly making you cry. when you do get to look ather she already has her eyes focused on you, heavy lidded as harsh breaths escape her mouth.

"its starting to look like you'll die if i dont."

"well, i always knew id go out with a bang..."

teehee

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #karlach #tav x karlach #karlach x reader #karlach smut #karlach x reader smut

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ihave-atummyache · 6 months

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unlocking

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: a new discovery changes the trajectory of your relationship forever.

18+!!! filthy nasty smut and i dont wanna put warning bc i dont wanna ruin anything. plus i can do whatever i want tehe

-OT8

11k words (i need to be sedated)

Chan- daddy kink

It started out as a joke.

Yet here you are, getting pounded into relentlessly and screaming it out, certain the neighbors can hear exactly what you and your boyfriend, Chan, are doing.

"Who is making you feel like this?" He asks, not bothering to slow down his bruising pace.

"Y-you, daddy," you hoarsely reply and he chuckles behind you, pleased with your response.

But how did you get in this situation?

"You two both suck. I'm never allowed to have any fun around here," Jisung complains and you and Chan both roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"It's not fun when we are the ones having to go behind you and clean the kitchen that you absolutely demolished," Chan replies and you laugh when Jisung crosses his arms.

"Yes, dad. Sorry, dad," he turns to face you too, "Sorry, mom. I'll never misbehave again," Jisung has sarcasm dripping from his voice before he turns and walks back to his room, closing the door a little too hard for Chan's liking.

"No slamming doors!" Chan scolds and you can practically see Jsiung mocking Chan under his breath, causing you to let out a chuckle.

"There ya go, daddy. You show him!" you laugh out and pat Chan on the shoulder. You don't notice that he stiffens slightly at the words until you are snuggling back into his side.

"What's wrong? What happened?" You inquire, immediately sitting back up but he shakes his head and pulls you back down into his side so you can't see the red growing on his face.

"N-nothing. Just thinking about something," he pitifully excuses and you chuckle again. You lean into his side and rest your arm on his thigh, your elbow brushing against something hard in his pocket- oh.

Then it clicks.

"Did getting called daddy turn you on?" You ask after a few moments of silence between you two, just the T.V. playing some show.

"W-what?"

"You heard me..." you pause, trailing off before continuing and deciding to test your theory, "...daddy," you add on and sit up to face him.

He isn't hiding it well and his arousal is written all over his face. His pupils blown out, a flush on his skin, his teeth chewing down onto his plush lip. He lets out a sigh and looks down at his now hard cock in his pants.

"It would appear that way," he decides to confess and then inches closer to you, placing a hand a little too high on your thigh, "Why? Do you like it, y/n?" he asks and you immediately nod.

"Oh yeah? You like the idea of calling me daddy while I ruin that pretty pussy?" he asks, his hand on your thigh sliding up slightly, resting at the hem of your shorts.

"Mhm. I do, daddy," you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, throwing one leg on either side of him. As you straddle him, you lock your lips and the make out immediately turns sloppy.

Chan places his hands on your hips and guides you across his hard cock in his pants, the friction causing you to moan into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist and stands, making you wrap your legs around him, then you're being laid down on his bed and before you know it, his head is between your thighs.

"Mmm, daddy. You're gonna make me cum," you groan out, grinding into Chan's mouth and he smirks, pulling away.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he asks, kissing back up your body. You let out a whine of annoyance at him stopping right before you reach your high.

"Meanie," you mumble out as he reaches your neck, placing kisses along your collarbone and he pulls away, looking you into your eyes.

"That isn't my name," he prompts you and you blush a little at the intense eye contact, but also feel your arousal between your legs growing.

"What my name, princess?" he asks and your mouth runs dry. You gulp as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance and teasing your clit.

"D-daddy," you stutter out and he starts to slide in, making your eyes roll back into your head.

"Louder." He demands as he pushes all the way inside of you then pulls out so only his tip is in. You wiggle your hips down, trying your best to get him back inside but a firm hand on your hip stops you.

"Daddy, please?" you beg, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

"I said, louder," he repeats himself before slamming completely into you, making you let out a moan but instead of his name, like you usually moan, the nickname comes out.

"Ah, daddy!" you almost yell out and then he's drilling into you like there's no tomorrow, making you have your first orgasm of a very, very long night. He fucks you through it before he pulls out completly, letting you catch your breath.

“Flip over, baby girl,” his tone is soft but his words are demanding. You sit up on your elbows, and turn around, shakily sitting up on your hands and knees.

Chan presses a kiss to your shoulder blade then one to the side of your head before he sits back up behind you and rubs his hands down the small of your back and the curve of your ass.

“Are you ready? Do you want more of daddy’s cock, princess?” he prompts you with a soft slap to your ass and you nod.

“Yes, daddy. I want your cock,” you parrot him and he laughs, sliding into you from behind and starts drilling into you again. You can’t even form coherent words or thoughts at the overwhelming pleasure.

One of his hands reaches above you and he grabs a hold of the headboard in front of him, steadying himself and you can’t help but fall onto your chest at the force he is fucking into you.

“Who is making you feel like this?”

“Y-you, daddy,”

Lee Know- spit

You and Minho were having a walk and decided to stop and sit on a bench, looking over some grass. It was a cool autumn day and the wind was blowing but it was still very pretty.

The wind had started to pick up and was blowing leaves and dirt around but it was still nice and you two didn't mind if some dirt or leaves got on your clothes.

"Shit it got in my mouth," Minho grumbles and turns away from you, spitting onto the ground. For some reason, you can't take your eyes off his lips and you cant stop wishing you were the ground.

Wait, what?

"I know that tastes bad. Want some of my water?" you offer your boyfriend and hand him the water bottle, which he takes, eager to get the dirt out of his mouth.

He takes a few sips and sticks his tongue out, obviously not satisfied that it didn't get rid of the dirt's flavor.

"Swish it around and spit it out," you try to make it sound nonchalant, and it must work because Minho obeys. He takes another sip of your water and swishes it around before spitting it on the ground.

You subconsciously chew on your lip and Minho turns back to you, handing you back the water. But you don't even notice, still focused on his lips. They are slightly wet from the water he had just spit out and his tongue darts out, licking the moisture up.

"Y/n? If you want to kiss me, you're more than welcome," Minho teases and leans towards you. You feel yourself flush at being caught looking at your boyfriend's lips and look away from him.

"Who said I wanted a kiss?" You mumble and cross your arms over your chest, facing out at the grass again. You can feel Minho's eyes on the side of your face.

"You seemed like you did. All focused on my lips while pressing your thighs together," he states and you snap your head towards him.

"I was not!" you object and he laughs, letting his head fall back.

"But you were. What is going on that pretty little head, hm?" he asks and taps your head gently with the water bottle.

"I-I can't tell you. I'm a little embarrassed," you object and he raises an eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and your eyes get caught on the wetness of his lips again.

"You can tell me, darling," he tries again and you shake your head, standing your ground.

"This isn't the place to have this conversation," you laugh out and he just looks more confused.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" He suddenly asks and your eyes just about blow out of your head.

"No, no, no, never! You're stuck with me for life," you chew your lip and glance down at his lips again.

"Then tell me," he insists and you shake your head. He pokes your cheek a few times and you shake your head again.

"Tell me,"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Y/n."

"Minho."

"Tell me,"

"God! You are annoying!" you reply and he laughs again, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

"Then tell meeeee," he whines and you can't help but fold.

"It was when you spit," you state and he looks at you, much more confused than he was before and you drop your head in your hands as your neck and ears heat up.

"What do you-"

"When you spit on the ground, I wished you were spitting on me instead," you blurt out and look him in the eyes, a smug smirk taking over his face.

"Baby, if you want me to spit in your mouth, all you have to do is ask," He shrugs and you quickly throw both hands over his mouth. His tone was a bit too loud for the park setting.

His tongue pushes out of his mouth and he licks the inside of your palm. But, instead of being absolutely disgusted, you let out a low moan at the wetness on your hand. His eyebrows raise at you and you quickly pull your hand away, rubbing it on your jeans.

"I-I- um. I can't even think of a way to defend myself right now," you sigh out, defeated.

"Let's go home," Minho replies and stands, heading towards your house. You quickly gather your belongings and follow after him, trying your best to keep up with his fast pace he has set.

Once you reach the house, Minho grabs a lollipop from the candy jar beside your front door and pops it in his mouth. He toes off his shoes and you follow suit, following him to sit by his side on the couch.

He pulls the lollipop from his mouth when you turn to him to talk, a string of saliva between his lips and the candy. Your eyes immediately drop from his eyes to the string. You can't stop your body and lean forward, breaking the string of saliva with your own tongue.

The mix of Minho and the cherry flavor of the lollipop has your head reeling and you close your eyes, savoring the taste. Before you can open your eyes, Minho leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

This is how you ended up under Minho on the couch, two of his fingers in your mouth. He pries your mouth open and spits directly onto your tongue.

"Swallow. Good girl," he praises when you obey his command and he leans forward, pressing a wet kiss to your collarbone. He makes his way down your naked body until he is face to face with your core. He spits directly on your clit and the sight has you clenching around nothing, making him laugh.

"You really like this, don't you?" He asks and you nod, holding eye contact with you. He sticks two fingers into his own mouth and brings the wet digits up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth and accept them. At the same time, Minho starts to absolutely devour your pussy.

You moan out as he sends you flying over the edge and grind against his tongue while you ride your high out.

"So dirty. So messy," he comments, sitting up. It's a bit like static in your ears but you nod anyways. Minho presses his tongue to just below your navel and licks up until he reaches the valley of your breasts and sits up.

He looks you in the eyes, admiring your blown out pupils before his eyes fall back to your breasts and he spits on them, making you let out a moan at the wetness on your nipple.

"It's going to be a long night for you," he mumbles out, his fingers spreading his spit across your chest.

Changbin- exhibitionism

You clench around Changbin at his comment and he pauses his thrusts.

"Wait. Did the thought of that turn you on?" he questions and you feel your entire body heat up at the question. You open your mouth but close it again, too embarrassed to admit that it did, in fact, turn you on.

"The thought of Chan and Jisung hearing me fuck you turns you on?" you clench again at his words and smirk covers his face.

"If you want me to invite them in here, I'm more than happy," he says and you bite down on your lip. It had always been something you have been intrigued by but you had never tried it before.

"You haven't said a word, sweetheart. Do I need to call them in here? Would that make you use your words?" he questions and you blink at him. You really were rendered speechless.

Changbin reaches behind you, under the pillow, pushing himself further into you and causing you to let out a moan. He laughs and sits up, lazily pulling out and pushing back into you.

"Smile," he commands you and you open your eyes, seeing that he had his phone out and pointed directly at you. You bite down on your lip and Changbin leans back slightly, making sure that you can see him buried inside of you, all the way up to your flush face.

"Fuck. You are so beautiful," he murmurs and you feel yourself blush even more.

"Hush," you roll your eyes and he flips his phone towards you, showing you the photo. You nod, you really do look hot.

"Send it." you command, confidence suddenly overtaking you and Changbin chuckles, opening the 3racha group chat. He selects the photo and sends it in the group chat, without any words. He places his phone next to your head and grabs your thighs, folding them up toward the bed.

He starts to fuck into you slowly and you bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a moan. He bring his hand up to your mouth and runs a thumb over your lip, making you drop it.

"Let them hear you," he demands and fucks into you a little harder, making a squeal fall from your lips. He continues to fuck into you and you feel his phone vibrate by your head. He grabs it and unlocks it, reading the chat.

Chan: umm. was that mean for us?

Jisung: oh my god

He lets out a chuckle before typing something on his phone and turning it to you so you can read the chat.

Changbin: yeah it was. she said she would love for you to see her like this. she would love it even more if you were watching her in person....

A few seconds after sending the message, there is a soft knock at the door of Changbin's room and you clench around him, making him let out a groan. You really are enjoying this.

"Come in," he voices, rutting into you a bit more harshly and making another moan fall from your lips. The doorknob turns and there is hesitation before the door pushes open, Jisung and Chan both standing there with semis in their pants.

"Sits down," Changbin nods towards the couch a few feet away and even the authority in his tone has you reeling. This is an unreal experience and you are so grateful to be able to go through it with Changbin and the boys instead of some random strangers.

"Look at them, baby," Changbin's attention is back on you and you bite down on your lip, turning your head to face Chan and Jisung. They are both already looking at you and Jisung's eyes trail down your body, stopping where you and Changbin are connected.

He starts to move inside of you, slowly, too slowly, teasing you. He was obviously trying to get a rise out of you to try to put on a good show for his two closest friends.

"Please," you beg, grinding down onto Changbin as he pulls in and out of you. He speeds up, albeit not quick enough.

"Stop teasing," You try to put authority behind your voice but he stops altogether, completely buried inside of you, making you let out a moan. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed.

"Should I go faster?" You hear Changbin ask and you open your eyes, expecting him to be looking at you but instead he is looking at his two friends to his side. You turn your head as well to look at them.

"I think you should," Chan is the first one to speak up between the two. Changbin lets out a chuckle and turns back to face you again. Your eyes stay on Chan and his eyes lock with yours.

"Touch yourself, Channie. Please?" You add on the please, hoping it would be a bit more inticing if you ask nicely. His eyes dart from yours to Changbin's.

"You heard her," Changbin speaks up and turns back to you, pulling out and pushing back in much harder than he was before. You moan out as Changbin starts to fuck you harder, much harder than he had been all night.

"Oh fuck. Sungie, touch yourself," you demand and he immediately complies which makes your attention go back to Chan, gently palming himself through his boxers.

Jisung has his cock out and in his hand, stroking in time with Changbin fucking into you. Chan glances at you one more time and you drag your hands away from Changbin. You run your hands up your body, stopping at your nipples and pinching them lightly.

This seems to be what breaks Chan's self control because he is pulling his pants down enough to free himself and also begins to stroke himself at the same pace that Changbin was fucking you.

"Do you want to know what they're thinking about?" Changbin's hoarse voice catches your attention and you snap your eyes back to his, nodding.

"Ask." he demands and you open your mouth to protest but Changbin leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck. Are you imagining you're fucking me right now? Are you wishing you were in Changbin's place? Maybe you're wishing you were in mine..." you start to ramble as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

You hear Jisung whisper a cuss word under his breath as he cums all over his own fist. Chan seems to be a little further off than Jisung, seeing as he waited a bit longer to start touching himself.

"F-fuck. I'm g-gonna cum," Your head falls back again as your body arches up into Changbin. Your orgasm comes crashing over you harder than you have ever felt. You feel Changbin fuck you through it but once you start to come down, he stops, buried deep inside of you and lets you catch your breath.

Once you start to come back to earth, you look over at Chan who is still stroking his cock, leaking precum all over his hands.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Channie? Will seeing me cum again push you over the edge?" you question. And he cusses under his breath looking at Changbin.

"Make me cum again, baby. I want Channie to cum too," you put on your best puppy dog eyes and Changbin grunts before starting to fuck into your sensitive pussy again.

He brings a hand down to your swollen clit and you jerk away from him. He presses harder, preventing you from going any where and continues to fuck into you. Suddenly, he stops and pulls out, dropping to his knees in front of the bed so he is eye level with your pussy.

Before you have any time to prepare, he starts devouring your pussy. He licks a stripe up your entire pussy before sticking his tongue inside of you and slurping out the evidence of your previous orgasm.

He pushes your body up a bit more in the bed and starts rutting into the mattress as he devours you. Your hand laces into his hair, pulling lightly and he lets out a groan before pulling away and putting two fingers into you.

"Taste so good. Do you want a taste, hyung?" Changbin questions and pulls his fingers from your begging hole, holding them out to Chan. He stands immediately and walks over to Changbin.

Changbin hold his fingers out to Chan and leans back down, sucking on your clit again and using his other hand to fuck into you. He starts to eat you out exactly as you like, knowing he is about to push you over the edge.

You force your eyes to stay open as Chan leans down and sucks your essence from Changbin's fingers. Chan's hand speeds up at your taste and the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge, making you cum on Changbin's tongue and fingers.

Suddenly, you feel lips on your neck and your eyes pop open to Changbin.

"There you are. You okay?" He questions and you nod, looking around the room. You don't see any trace of Jisung or Chan and start to sit up. Changbin helps you and reaches over to grab the water bottle on the nightstand. You look down and notice that he has on a shirt and sweats and you also have on a t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.

"You've been out of it for a few minutes, baby. You sure you're okay?" he asks again and you nod once more.

"Did he cum? Did you cum?" You ask and Changbin lets out a laugh, letting his head fall back.

"Of course that would be the first thing you ask. Yes and yes," he assures you and you fall back onto the bed again, letting out a groan.

"I can't believe I missed it!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Changbin chuckles again, pulling you into his chest.

"Guess that means we have to do that again," he suggests and you feel yourself smiling before drifting back into an unconscious state.

Hyunjin: hair pulling

You keep mixing the bowl in front of you while ilr Hyunjin is talking about his day. You decided you wanted to bake something you saw on social media and Hyunjin suggested he keep you company, seeing as he is your best friend, you decided not to object.

"Can you roll my sleeve up more?" you ask, turning your body towards Hyunjin. He nods and continues talking as he rolls your sleeve up, preventing it from getting into your batter.

"Let me redo the other one too," he suggests and you turn more so he has better access to the sleeve. He unrolls what you had done earlier and rolls it up again, much more secure than you had it.

"Thank you," you mumble out and he nods before he goes back into the story he was telling before you got distracted.

But your focus didn't last long. You notice that your apron was starting to untie and was also at risk of falling into the batter.

"Sorry, one more thing. Can you retie my apron?" you ask and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Y/n, if you don't want to hear my story you can just say that," he teases you and you chuckle. He walks behind you and unties the apron before retying it. He runs his hands down your sides and stops at your hips before pulling away, leaving a trail of fire in its tracks.

Okay you and Hyunjin are best friends. You have been for a while now. However, there is this air between the two of you that easily blurs the lines between just friends and something a little bit more.

Flirty comments, flirty nicknames, flirty touches, the works. Its to a point that everyone around you two can sense the tension and usually chooses to leave the two of you alone to avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

"Anything else, princess?" he asks, slight sarcasm in his voice at the nickname but it still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, nonetheless.

"I mean, since you're offering, will you redo my hair?" you ask, your hair had been falling out of its hair tie for a while and was tickling your nose anyways.

"So needy," he complains but still comes to stand behind you again. He pulls the scrunchy from your hair and you bite down on your lip lightly when the pull feels a little too good.

He runs his hands through your hair, smoothing all of your hair towards the back of your head.

"Make sure I don't look stupid," you comment and he chuckles behind you.

"Also try to make sure it won't fall out around my neck. I hate that feeling. And can you also-" you're cut off by a strong tug to your hair, making your head fall back and you lock eyes with Hyunjin.

"Needy and demanding? You really are acting like a princess," His voice is low and you blink at him, too stunned to say anything. You know you are crossing into dangerous territory right now. That line between friendship and more keeps getting blurrier and blurrier.

"I-I um," You stutter out and he chuckles, releasing your hair from his grip and you stand back up straight. Your eyes are frozen to the mixing bowl in front of you and before you can even process what you're doing, you're turning around and smashing your lips to Hyunjin's.

He freezes for a second and you debate pulling away, thinking you made a mistake. But, he quickly realizes what is happening and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, slotting his leg between your own.

Your hands instinctively make their way to his neck, deepening the kiss more. His free hand makes its way to the back of your head, lacing into your hair that never made it back into the scrunchy.

His fingertips tighten against your scalp, creating pressure and you moan against his lips. He smiles against yours before he tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you away from him. He leans your head back, giving himself access to your neck.

"You know, if you want to stop, I will. We can never talk about this again. But if you tell me to keep going, there's no going back for us," he mumbles against your neck and there's barely a moment of silence before you're replying.

"Don't stop." you're practically demanding and he bites down on your neck, sure to leave a mark and you let out a moan as his grip tightens in your hair.

"I always thought I was going to make the first move," He confesses and stands again, looking you in the eyes as his fingers relax against your scalp slightly.

"You kind of did. You just didn't realize it," you speak lowly, a blush rising to your face as the words leave your mouth.

"I watched your pupils dilate right before my eyes when I pulled your hair," he speaks out and you bite down on your lip. His eyes drop to your mouth and he lets out a sigh, his breath fanning across your face.

"Fuck, don't do that," he whispers out, pressing his lips against yours again. His tongue immediately makes its way into your mouth and you don't even attempt to fight for dominance. Not with the way his hand is laced loosely in your hair and the way he has his leg pushed between your own, placing pressure on where you need him most.

His grip in your hair tightens again and he pulls away.

"On your knees, pretty," he commands against your lips and your knees immediately buckle. It's like your body responded to his words before your brain even had time to and before you know it, you are on your knees, in your kitchen, face to face with Hyunjin's growing tent in his pants.

You immediately lean forward and press a kiss over the wet spot that is forming on his shorts, causing him to let out a hiss and pull you away from him by your hair.

"Mm, bad girl. I didn't say you could touch me," his voice sends chills up your spine. You have never seen this dominant side of Hyunjin and to say it had you panties drenched would be an understatement.

He lets go of your hair and hooks his thumbs in his shorts, pulling his shorts and underwear down at the same time. You gulp, your mouth watering at the sight of Hyunjin right before your eyes. He looked actually edible and you are a bit disappointed that you haven't jumped his bones already if this is what he was hiding in his pants.

He lets out a chuckle and you look up at him, putting on your most innocent eyes you can muster. As soon as your eyes lock onto his, his smile drops and he feels like he could melt into a puddle at the sight.

"Can you please fuck my mouth now, Jinnie?" You ask softly and he cusses under his breath before he grabs your cheeks with one of his hands, making your lips pucker.

"You asked for it," he practically spits at you before sitting back up and letting go of your face, "Open up," He demands, bringing his cock forward and tapping the tip on your lips.

You open your mouth to let him in and instead of slowly easing himself inside, he immediately forces himself into your mouth as far as he can go without causing you to gag.

"Fuck. Why didn't I do this sooner?" He is murmuring to himself and starts to thrust into your mouth, then suddenly he pushes in further, causing you to gag and tears immediately jump from your eyes.

His hand wraps into your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth. His head falls back for a moment before he looks down at you.

"Look at me," he demands and you do your best to look up at him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"You look so pretty like this," his free hand comes up to your cheek, smearing the tears across your face. He brings the wet finger up to his lips and licks the salty liquid from them.

"You're going to make me cum. Is that what you want?" He asks and you hum around his cock. It's too far down your throat for you to try to force any coherent words out and his grip tightens in your hair. He speeds up his thrusts then he stops abruptly, deep in your throat and you feel his cum running into your stomach. You couldn't even spit it out if you wanted to.

He pulls you off of his cock by your hair with a pop and leans down, pressing his lips against yours again.

"Fuck that was good. I'm not even close to being done yet. We haven't even made it out the kitchen," he mumbles against your lips before pulling you back up to your feet by your hair again, making you groan.

Han- degradation/praise

You and Jisung have been at each other's throats for the past week. On top of both of you having stress with work and being extremely busy, the sexual tension was also at an all time high. The two of you's busy schedules meant that not only was it hard to spend the night with each other, it was difficult to see each other at all.

Meaning that when you did finally get the opportunity to see each other, you were both too exhausted to try to initiate anything.

Tonight was like the past few days and you had erupted into an argument over something stupid. You had told Jisung he could come over and stay the night tonight as long as he helps you with the chores that you had already planned.

You asked Jisung to unload the dishwasher while you vacuum the rug in the living room.

"You need to deep clean that thing. Vacuuming it isn't going to do anything," Jisung says and you look up, flipping the vacuum off.

"Hm?" You hum, a bit annoyed that he had interrupted you.

"I said...never mind it isn't important," he murmurs and plops down on the couch and pulls his phone out.

"No. You said something that was obviously more important than what I am doing and you made me flip the vacuum off. So tell me," you insist, placing a hand on your popped hip.

"Dude, it isn't that serious. And I didn't make you do anything. You decided to turn the vacuum off," he snaps at you and you scoff, throwing your hands in the air.

"God forbid I want to be a good girlfriend and actually listen to what my boyfriend says. You can't even begin to relate to that," you murmur the last bit under your breath and Jisung sits up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Is that a jab at me? I always listen to you. Even when you're nagging about nonsense!" he exclaims and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Says the idiot that hasn't done the one task they agreed to," you spit at him and take a step closer. Jisung's whole body tenses up and he sits back, leaning away from you slightly. He stares at you in silence.

"What? Got nothing to say now? God you piss me off," you start walking towards the wall to unplug the vacuum, not even in the mood to clean anything anymore.

You reach down to take the plug out the outlet and are met with a pressure against your ass. Jisung's obviously hard cock pressing against you.

"The way you're looking at me and talking to me right now has me feeling things I have never felt before," his voice is low and gravelly and you sit up, your back pressed to his chest.

"Me telling you how you're useless is turning you on right now? Does that not embarrass you even a little bit?" you question, anger still evident in your voice but you still feel your panties getting wet at him being hard. It makes you realize how long it has been since the two of you have been intimate.

"Your voice sounds so pretty when you're mad. I can't explain it," he whispers lowly against your ear and places a kiss to your neck. The compliment has you biting down on your lip.

"So now because you got hard, you think I should fuck you? A bit pathetic, don't ya think?" you ask and his lips continue to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder. He groans against you, the vibrations sending chills down your spine.

"Please?" he is practically begging you and ruts against your ass, making you let out a low moan as well. You can't help but admit that you want him just as much as he wants you, maybe even more.

"You think you deserve it? You're acting so easy right now, Sungie," the nickname has venom in it and you take a step forward before turning and leaning your back against the wall. Jisung leans forward, his eyes locked on your lips and you place a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Aht aht. Can you be good boy and answer my question? Is that too hard for your that pretty little head," His hands that were only an inch from your hips drop down to his sides. He balls them up into fists and looks into your eyes, still only a few inches from each other.

"I do deserve it. All I can think about is how you have driven me wild right. That perfect pout on your lips, that perfect pussy between your legs-" before he can continue with the praise, you lean forward and lock lips, immediately pushing him back towards the couch be was sitting on earlier and he falls down onto it easily.

You straddle him and make contact with his hard-on. It presses the perfect amount of pressure on your throbbing clit and you grind gently before finally breaking the kiss.

"Are you going to cum too fast if I ride you. You think you'll be able to make me cum before you do?" You taunt him and lean down, sucking a hickey into his neck. He breathes out a cuss and lets his head fall back to give you more access.

You grind down again and he lets out a moan, fighting his hands from moving to your hips to make you grind down harder. You pull away from his neck, another hickey quickly forming and sit up, landing a gentle smack to his cheek. Not hard enough to draw a reaction but instead just grabbing his attention.

"Ya. Reply to me when I'm asking questions. You can't seriously be this dumb, slut," you practically spit at him and his hips buck up into you again.

"I-I can m-make you cum," he whines out and you bite down on your lip at his submissive state. The way he is praising you on top of it is turning you on even more. You stand from the couch and his eyes snap to yours

"Clothes off," you command and he wasted no time, ridding his shirt and pants, leaving him fully naked and sat on the couch. You quickly follow suit and straddle him, rubbing his head across your clit.

"I wonder if I'll even be able to feel it," you let the words fall from your lips and immediately feel like you might've taken it too far.

You and Jisung both know it is an act. He is honestly one of the biggest partners you have ever been with and he knows this too. Instead of having a negative reaction though, his eyes grow glassy and blown out under you.

"Let me try. Please let me try," he begs and you can't help but sinking down onto him. Your eyes roll back at the stretch and he whines as you sink down, fully hugging him between your walls.

"That the best you can do?" you grunt out and you feel Jisung twitch inside of you. You grab his face by his cheeks and his eyes pop open to meet yours.

"Keep telling me how good I'm making you feel and maybe you'll get permission to cum," you throw his face out of your hand before rising up and dropping back down on Jisung.

Felix- orgasm control/begging

Contrary to what most people think, sex with Felix is not nearly as vanilla as you may think. Yes, sometimes the two of you do have really sweet, vanilla sex. But sometimes you also have the most insane and disgusting sex that anyone could ever have.

This happens because the two of you are such good communicators with one another. You tell each other exactly what you want all the time and it makes for not only an emotionally intelligent relationship, but also a physically intelligent one.

“Hi, angel. I have a question,” Felix sits down next to you and you pause the video you are watching, turning to face him.

“I was talking to the boys and one of them mentioned something that they do with their girlfriend and I wanna try it,” he explains and you nod at him.

“Okay, we can,” you agree and turn back to your video, ready to continue watching. He laughs next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“Baby, you don’t even know what it is,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I trust you,” you explain, the video already pulling your attention back in. His hand makes its way to your hair and he absentmindedly twirls a strand around his finger.

“I could be asking you to murder somebody and you just agreed,” he comments and you chuckle, pausing the video again.

“Except I know you aren’t asking me to murder anybody so we’re good. I assume it’s something sexual and I don’t want to know what it is so you can get the genuine reaction that you want. That’s all,” you smile up at him and he leans down, pressing a kiss between your eyebrows.

“What if it hurts?” he asks quietly and you break eye contact, looking up at the ceiling to try to think of a valid response.

“Well I like a little pain. Besides if I don’t like it, that’s the whole reason we have a safe word, right?” you reason and he nods, letting you snuggle back into his side to finish your video.

A few hours later, Felix was starting to get restless. All he could think about was fucking you since your earlier conversation and his self control was slowly withering away.

You were sitting between his legs on the bed, your back against his chest and your phone still in your hand. You had deep dived and been watching videos about some topic for hours but Felix wasn’t paying any mind to it.

His hand starts to trail up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake and he smirks. He is always pleased when your body has an uncontrollable reaction to him. When he notices your heartbeat speed up, your pupils dilating, a blush rising to your cheeks when he compliments you.

He fingers slowly make their way to your chin and he turns your head away from your video at the same time he leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately kiss him back and his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

That’s all it takes for the video to be completely forgotten and your phone is tossed who knows where. You pull away and sit up, pulling your shirt off and straddling Felix to continue kissing him.

His hands roam your bare back until he reaches the clasp of your bra and unclips it. He grabs the straps and pulls them down your arms and you pull away from him so he can slide it off before wrapping your arms around his neck again.

You grind down gently on him and feel him hard in his pants. You pull away and smile down at him when he looks up at you, cheeks flushed.

“You’ve been hard for an hour, baby. I’ve felt it in my back. What were you thinking about?” You question and he suddenly leans forward, taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue before pulling away.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases and wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you over so he is hovering over you instead. He reconnects his lips with yours and his hand reaches down, undoing the tie of your shorts before he pulls away and pulls them off your legs.

He scoots his fully clothed body down and pries your legs open, finally getting a look at your cunt that he has been thinking about for the past couple of hours.

“So pretty,” he comments and presses a kiss to your thigh. You hum out at him as he inches his kisses closer and closer to where you need him most. He places a kiss just above your clit before pulling back. You feel his breath fan over you and you whine at him.

“Lix. No teasing please?” you try to reason and he looks up at you from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Please? Please baby? I need you so bad,” you try to reason, knowing he’ll fold since you two are making eye contact. He glances at your pussy again before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit.

He flattens his tongue against you and you arch back, pushing him closer to you. One of your hands moves to his hair and he pulls away slightly to speak to you.

“Touch those pretty tits for me,” he demands before he leans back down and starts to flick his tongue on your clit. Your hand shakily makes its way to your nipple and you start to play with yourself.

Felix speeds up the pace of his tongue on your clit and brings a hand up, teasing his finger at your entrance. You try to push your hips down to make his finger sink inside of your waiting hole but he doesn’t budge.

“Please, baby? I need your fingers inside of me so bad,” you plead with him and he groans against your clit, pushing a finger in and pumping faster. Your hand starts to play with your nipples faster as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm.

“F-Fuck Felix I’m gonna-” before you can finish you sentence, he pulls away abruptly. Your eyes snap open and you look down at your boyfriend who has a smug little grin on his face. He pulls his shirt and shorts off quickly while you try to catch your breath and comprehend what just happened.

“What the fuck, Felix?” you question, confusion all over your face.

“I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” he replies and you blink at him a few times, confused as to why he stopped right before you came but then it clicks. Is this what he was talking to the boys about?

You nod and lay back, holding your arms out for him to fall on top of you. Instead, he grabs you by your bent legs and slides you towards him. He seems to be in a rough mood and you aren’t one to deny him of it.

“Beg me,” he suddenly speaks up, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your soaked core. Because of him having edged you, you really are desperate for some sort of friction or relief. You feel your entire body heat up, knowing a blush is covering your face and neck.

“Please? Can I please have your cock?” The words rolls off your tongue easily but they seem so foreign. At the same time, being this submissive to Felix was also turning you on.

He slides into you, bottoming out quickly and you already feel your orgasm begging to be fucked out of you. He pulls out and pushes back in, making a moan fall from your lips.

“Please go faster, please, I need more please,” you are begging him and he complies, speeding up and almost literally fucking you into the mattress.

“O-oh my God. I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim out as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“Again, already? I’m just getting started,” Felix grunts before pulling out of you and stopping you from reaching your climax again. Before you can stop them, frustrated tears fall from your eyes and you open them to look at your boyfriend.

“Already crying, princess? It’s going to be a long night for you,” his hand reaches up and he used his thumb to wipe the tear from your cheek. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck.

“Color?” he asks quietly against the shell of your ear before placing a gentle and grounding kiss to it. Him asking your color doesn’t surprise you but your response does.

“Green,” you breathe out, without even thinking. You feel him smile against your neck and he sits up before sliding back into you, causing your legs to shake around his waist.

“Then let’s continue, shall we?”

Seungmin- pet play

"Says the furry!" you yell out and Jeongin throws his hands in the air.

"Your boyfriend is more of a furry than I am!" He tried to defend himself but you shake your head at him.

"I don't think he has ever been caught in 4k with a tail on, Jeongin," you pat him on the shoulder lightly but before he can say anything else, the sound indicating the beginning of the next round rings in the room and both of your attention is back on the game.

You and Jeongin are sat on the floor against the couch playing a game he just got that you happen to be better than him at. Your boyfriend, Seungmin, is sitting on the couch with his legs spread and you're settled between them.

He is absentmindedly playing with your hair and is on his phone, not really paying attention to the scene in front of him. He says he played the game already and wasn't that interested which is how you got looped into playing instead.

"He literally calls you pup," you hear Jeongin mumble under his breath and a mischievous smile takes over your face.

"Are you kink shaming us?" you tease Jeongin when you realize you are about to approach him on the map. He freezes and you don't turn away from the T.V. but you know his face is beet red.

"W-what?" His voice comes out shaky and you turn the corner in the map before his side of the screen lights up red. You had thrown him off and was able to sneak up on him.

"Headshot! I win again," You put your hands in the air to celebrate and turn to Jeongin. His eyes are still on the screen and his mouth is open.

You hear Seungmin chuckle behind you and he leans forwards towards Jeongin. He taps him on the jaw twice and his other hand scratches at your scalp gently.

"Shut your mouth, Innie. You'll catch flies," he teases and Jeongin immediately shuts his mouth, turning to face his friend.

"Was she being for real or was that a sick and twisted way for her to win?" He asks Seungmin and you bust out laughing. He sounds genuinely offended which also causes Seungmin to laugh, falling back to his original position on the couch.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You speak out between laughs and Jeongin slaps his hands over his ears before standing abruptly and running out of the room, mumbling something under his breath.

"What did he say?" You ask, letting your head fall back and rest on your boyfriend's thigh. Seungmin leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips before shrugging.

"Something about never being about to look at us the same again," he says and you let out another chuckle. You roll your head to the side and press your cheek to Seungmin's thigh. His hand reaches into your hair again and he starts scratching lightly at your scalp.

It feels good and you let out a low hum, wondering if this is what dogs feel like when you scratch them. The amount of satisfaction, protection, and love you are feeling giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling.

"That feels good, pup?" Seungmin's voice is low, quiet and you nod. Your hand that was on the floor wraps around his thigh under your head and you start rubbing him back, at the same rhythm he is rubbing you.

"You know," Seungmin starts and you come out of your own thoughts to listen to him. You hum, prompting him to continue and you hear him sigh and place his phone down on the couch beside him.

"I think I would kind of be into it," he says it quietly and your eyebrows drop into confusion.

"Into...?" you question, a bit confused on where he is exactly going with this.

"You being my pet," he speaks up a little louder and you pause your rubbing on his thigh. You turn around, settling on your knees in between his open legs and your hands on either one of his thighs.

"Oh yeah?" you cue him to continue and he places one hand on your face. You subconsciously lean into it and he strokes your cheek gently. His hand trails down until it stops at your neck. He squeezes lightly, making a gasp fell from your lips.

"I can imagine a collar on this pretty little neck," his thumb trails across your throat and it bobs when you gulp, making him chuckle.

"What does it look like?" you ask, quietly and he smiles at you.

"Mm, purple. With diamonds on it," his thumb grazes across your bottom lip before he continues, "A silver pendant with your name on it. The other side has my name on it. Just in case you get lost, whoever finds you will know who you belong to," he finishes and you can't help squeezing your thighs together.

The tone he is speaking to you in and the words he is saying are causing a deep rooted arousal to course through your body.

"You seem to like the idea of that. Don't you, pup?" he asks and the nickname now has a whole new meaning, making heat run through your body. You nod at him, your eyes were huge, the definition of puppy dog eyes.

Your hands lightly graze up his thighs, stopping on either side of his growing erection. You look up at him through your eyelashes and he smirks.

"So desperate, pup. What if someone comes out and sees? I can't have anyone else seeing what belongs to me, can I?" he asks, but his hands make no motion to stop you. One of his arms is thrown up on the back of the couch and the other one is resting on the couch beside him.

"B-but I want to have you in my mouth. Can I please have you in my mouth? I've been such a good girl," you plea with him and he laughs, his perfect smile covering his face.

"You can beg better than that," he leans forward, placing a finger under your chin and making you look him in his eyes from only a few inches away.

"Go on, pup. Beg," he demands and you feel your lip quiver slightly out of frustration and a little bit of humiliation. Seungmin has always been a quite dominant in bed but he has never been this dominant and the submission you are falling into has your head reeling.

"P-please?" you ask, your voice shaky. He just raises his eyebrows at you.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir. Can I please suck your cock?" you ask, trying your best to maintain your composure. Seungmin practically growls at the nickname and is lifting his hips and dropping his pants enough to free his hard cock.

He is a lot more hard than you thought he was, or maybe the use of the nickname sent him over the edge. Either way, you were practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

"Wow," you speak out and reach for his erect length but he tsk's and grabs your wrists, stopping you from touching him.

"I didn't say you could speak. I also didn't say you could touch me. Be a good pet and open your mouth," he demands you and you immediately comply, opening your mouth.

Seungmin's hand travels to the back of your head while the other is still tightly holding your wrists. He pushes your head down, letting your warm mouth wrap around his length, and lets out a hiss.

"Fuck. Good girl. Go ahead and suck for me," He commands you and releases your wrists, "I give you permission to use your hands now," he concludes and throws his other arm back over the back of the couch while the other is tangled in your hair.

You start to suck him and the low moans and words he is letting out are building up frustration that is heading straight to your core. You press your thighs tighter together and speed your head up. Seungmin notices you trying to find some sort of pressure and speaks up again.

"Open your legs for me, pup," he instructs and you oblige. He immediately slides his leg between yours, pressing his shin against your aching clit. You moan around him at the pressure and grind against him, trying to find some relief.

"Look at you. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat," he comments and thrusts into your throat, making you gag around him. You continue to grind against his leg and his grip in your hair tightens.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow everything I give you? You won’t make a mess will you?" he questions and thrusts up into your mouth again, making tears spring to your eyes. You nod as best you can with his cock in your mouth and speed up.

Suddenly, he is cumming and his head falls back as he empties his balls down your throat. You moan around him and have no choice but to swallow every drop you can. He pulls you off with a pop and locks eyes with you.

His hand reaches out and wipes the corner of your mouth before he brings it right in front of your eyes. He shakes his head at you and pushes his cum covered thumb past your lips without warning.

"I told you not to make a mess, pup. Looks like I have to train you a bit more," he growls out before removing his thumb and pressing his lips against yours.

I.N- breath play

You and Jeongin have a bit of a complicated relationship. It's a bit more than just friends but you aren't together. The two of you have been friends for a while and on one random night, you accidentally had sex.

Ever since then, you have had a sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship. It wasn't clear whether or not you were necessarily exclusive but neither of you were being intimate with anyone else.

Essentially, you and all your friends know that you two are together but just without the formal title. That blurry line causes a lot of problems in your relationship friendship. One of the main problems being jealousy.

You and Jeongin were both out at the club. You have a big group of friends and are all having a good time. You were two or three shots in, tipsy but not drunk. The few drinks did give you an insane amount of confidence and you found yourself engaging in conversation with anyone who would listen.

"Want another shot?" A voice asks from beside you and you look away from the stranger you were talking to to be met with one of the friends from your group, Felix.

“Duh! As long as you take one with me, Lixie," you smile and he nods, immediately agreeing. He orders the two shots and reaches across the bar to grab them. You notice that the bar top is wet and quickly grab his sleeve and forearm, preventing him from wetting the cloth.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Here you go," he hands you the shot and you both smile. You take it from his hand and the two of you cheers before downing the shot. It immediately makes you even warmer and you feel yourself on the edge of drunk.

"Let's dance!" You lean over to yell in Felix's ear and he nods, holding his hand out to you. You take it and he guides you out to the dance floor. You find the perfect spot and immediately start dancing and singing in each other's faces.

The more you dance, the more the last shot is coursing through your veins and you find yourself with your back to Felix's chest and grinding on him gently. You feel Felix lean down to whisper in your ear but before he can say anything, you lock eyes across the room with Jeongin.

If he were a cartoon, smoke would definitely be blowing out of his ears. Pissed was an understatement, he was livid.

"Your boyfriend looks mad," Felix's voice is in your ear and his breath fans down your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You laugh and let your head fall back, resting on Felix's shoulder.

"He's not my boyfriend," you yell out over the music, certain that Jeongin can read your lips but you don't dare to look at him. Instead, you turn around and wrap your arms around Felix's neck and grind against him. His hands rest on your hips and he dances in rhythm with you.

You glance up at Felix to tell him he is a good dancer but his eyes are focused behind you, a small twinge of what looks like fear in them. Before you can turn around, you feel a body pressed up against your back and two big hands sliding under Felix's, forcing his hands off of you.

"That's enough." Jeongin's voice is deep and you can smell liquor on his breath. The way he sounds send chills down your spine. You look up at Felix but he makes some lame excuse about finding someone and walks away.

"What do you think you're doing?" You turn your head towards Jeongin to ask and he scoffs, raising his eyebrows.

"What do I think I'm doing? What do you think you are doing? We're leaving." He doesn't give you room to argue and is pushing you forward, making you stumble, until you reach the exit.

"Jeongin. Stop acting jealous. We don't even have a ride if we wanted to leave," you speak out once the two of you are outside and he places a hand on your back, guiding you down the road.

"I ordered a ride when I saw you take that last shot," he points to a black car and opens the back door, allowing you to slide across and he slides in next to you. He speaks to the driver and you are on the way home.

You reach over the rest your hand on his thigh and he rests his hand on top of yours, giving a gentle squeeze, before removing it and placing it back into your own lap. Oh. He's pissed.

You bite down on your lip and look out the window. The driver's music is playing gently in the background and through the reflection of the window you can see Jeongin clenching his jaw over and over again.

You finally turn to him and rub your thumb across the clenched muscle, making him relax. His eyes dart to you for a second before he faces forward again. You retract your hand and open your mouth to speak but before you can, you hear him hum a quiet "aht aht" and shake his head. Your mouth snaps shut and you nervously pick at your fingers until you get back to your house.

The two of you slide out and make your way to your front door. He punches your door code in and opens the door, letting you step inside first. You barely have time to step out of your shoes before Jeongin is pressing you against the front door, a firm grip on your neck.

You gasp when your back hits the wood but his grip prevents the sound from escaping your throat, causing a choked out sound to escape.

"You're mine. You know that. Why do you insist on making me so... angry," he chooses his words carefully, not willing to admit to his jealously. He releases his grip on your neck and you take in a sharp breath.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" he questions, his lips grazing against yours with every word. You lean forward slightly and grab his bottom lip between your teeth before letting it go.

"Kneel." his voice is demanding and you meet his eyes, thinking he is joking. They're looking back at you with complete seriousness and you pause.

"Did I stutter?" He raises and eyebrow at you and your eyes drop to his lips then back to his.

"We're barely in the door, Innie," you mumble and he blinks at you once, twice, three times before he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, letting out a breathy laugh.

"I don't remember asking where we are. I'm well aware, princess," he states simply and his eyes dart from yours to the floor then back to your eyes again. You drop down to your knees in front of him, your feet are resting again the door, preventing you from getting fully comfortable.

Jeongin drops his pants and you readily open your mouth to accept him in. He slides in and back out of your mouth a few times before he thrusts a little deeper making you gag. He reaches down and places a hand on the back of your head before slowly sliding himself as far in as he can go.

“Grabbing his sleeve before it brushes the bar. Grinding on him like some kind of slut. Saying I’m not your boyfriend. You are mine,” he’s grumbling as he thrusts into your mouth a few more times.

He pushes himself past your gag reflex and you feel yourself literally choking on his cock, preventing any oxygen from entering your body. He pulls back out and you gasp out, coughing. The adrenaline starts to rush through your body and you feel arousal pool between your legs.

Jeongin is looking down at you, reading your expression.

"Did you actually just enjoy that?" His voice is deep and you look up at him. His pupils are blown out and you open your mouth to say something but can't think of the right words, feeling too ashamed to admit that him preventing you from breathing actually turned you on. He scoffs and leans down, wrapping a hand around your neck and squeezing.

Your eyes roll closed and you bite down on your lip when the adrenaline rushes through your body again. The facts that your life is literally in his hands has you turned on beyond belief.

He pulls on your neck until you are standing and turns you around, pressing your chest against the front door. His grip on your neck loosens, allowing air into your lungs and you gasp, your knees buckling inwards.

His other hand makes its way up the back of your thigh then in between your thighs, pressing against your needy pussy. You had absolutely drenched your panties and he laughs behind you.

"You really do like this," his grip on your neck tightens, "don't you?" he asks and you nod, mindlessly.

"You think Felix's hand would make you feel half as good as mine does wrapped around your throat?" He suddenly asks and your eyes snap open when a finger dips inside of your waiting hole.

"No, no. Only you," you breath out when he starts to pump a finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out and sucks your taste off before he is pulling your underwear down, not bothering to remove your skirt.

You feel the head of his cock tease your hole and your clit before he tightens his grip around your neck again and slides in at the same time. Even if it were possible for you to make a noise, you don't think you would have been able to, your brain felt like mush.

His other hand wraps around your lower stomach, preventing you from moving away from him. If it wasn't for his grip on your torso and neck, you probably would have buckled down into a pile a long time ago.

The feel of him inside of you, the slight pain from the stretch and the slight pain from his fingers around your neck already have you like putty in his hands.

Jeongin starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace, releasing his vice grip on your neck every once in a while and you find yourself tumbling over the threshold of an orgasm much quicker than you ever have.

"You really are a slut aren't you? All it takes is someone to choke you and you'll let them fuck? You think Felix would be able to fuck you like I can?" He asks, speeding up his thrusts as you fall into hypersensitivity.

"Only you! Only you! Jeongin, fuck. It's t-too much," You whine out and he tightens his grip on your neck again.

"I like it better when you can't talk," he growls, leaning forward into your ear and without warning you are cumming again, Jeongin not far behind you. He paints your walls white before he slumps forward onto your back.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he speaks out suddenly and your eyes shoot open. You turn over your shoulder to look at him but he just buries his head deeper into your back. You catch a glimpse of his red ears and smile.

You reach back, finding his hand on your hip and interlock your fingers with his. He sits up and tightens the grip in your hands.

"Of course, Innie," you speak out and his grip on your hand tightens even more. He pulls out of you and makes a move to pull away but your knees buckle under you. If it wasn't for him reacting quickly, you would've been on the floor.

"Let's take a bath, yeah?" he suggests and you smile at him, nodding.

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Take Me Back To the Night We Met

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Pairing: rafe Cameron x female!reader

TW:18+, angst, drug use and addiction, toxic and manipulative behavior

Summary: Loving rafe is a tailspin of fights, sex, and drugs until one day he disappears. When he shows back up, your world is flipped upside down.

Word count:2k

A/N: this is loosely based off euphoria with a dash of tvd and I’m not sorry

Two years. Two whole years spent in a downward spiral with Rafe as the two of you plummeted toward rock bottom wrapped up in each other and your partying ways. Seven hundred and fifty five days of white lines and reckless behavior as the you fed off each others careless attitudes and gambled with your lives.

You were just another girl at a party one fateful night when Rafe locked eyes with you. Something pulled you towards him, and before you knew it you were wiping your nose and trying not to let a tear fall as the white powder burned your airway.

It was all fun in the beginning, until it wasnt. Social use turned into casual use at home, and casual use turned into searching for a fix. Still, the pair of you kept going and said to hell with anyone that tried to stop you.

Now, you’re standing on Barry’s door step alone while your tired body begs for rest. Rafe was always your ‘dealer’, but three months ago he left without so much as a note. No one knows where he is, but to say its taken a toll is an understatement.

Regardless of your circumstances, you do love him with your entire being. He’s your best friend and everyday you wonder if he’s ever going to come back.

The screen door rattles as your knuckles rap against the rusting metal, and you wait a few seconds before repeating the motion.

“I know you’re in there, Barry!”

A minute goes by before you hear the click of the lock, and the man’s face comes into view. He runs his tongue over his teeth and tsks while cocking his head.

“I aint got nothin’.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and you snort, genuinely amused.

“Sure, whatever you say. Give me my usual.”

Your hand extends to offer him cash, but he just glances between your face and the bills a few times before shaking his head.

“Nah, I ain’t got nothing for you. Not after what happened. Go home, Y/N.”

Irritation claws its way into your nerves as you shift back and forth, a scoff surfacing from deep in your chest.

“You didn’t say that last weekend. Stop with the bullshit, B.”

His eyes cast downward as he shakes his head slowly before he drags his gaze back up to meet yours.

“I can’t sell to you anymore, Y/N/N. I’m sorry.”

He moves to shut the door but your foot darts out at the last second.

“Why? Don’t give me that shit about you caring. You sell drugs to teenagers. You don’t have a fucking moral compass.”

Barrys face twists as your words sting him for a split second before his hardened features return, and he pushes you backwards so he can close the door.

“I dont have to tell you shit.”

Your eyes narrow as you start to put pieces of the puzzle together, and your suspicion only grows as Barry glances behind you every few seconds as if he’s nervous.

“Tell me or I swear to God I will make your life a living hell. I’m still a kook.” 

When your threat doesn’t seem to persuade him, you reach out and grab his hand while bending his pinky back. You press down until his knees buckle and leer at him waiting for an answer.

“Ah- fuck, fine! Its Rafe!”

Shock causes your grip to loosen just enough for Barry to break free and he darts to his feet before you can react. He glares harshly while rubbing his finger, and you try your hardest to breathe while oxygen evades you.

“What about him? He told you to cut me off?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you process, and Barry’s silence answers your question. Why would he do that? More importantly, when did Barry hear from him last?

“When?”

Your fingers massage your temples as a headache brews, and the man watches you carefully before deciding to answer.

“Couple days ago. He stopped by.”

The information is like an ice bucket over the head, and you freeze before swallowing thickly .

“Rafe is back?”

Three simple words that nearly bring you to your knees before anger and confusion take over. He’s been back and hasn’t sent so much as a “fuck you” text? Why did he take time to do this but not to let you know he’s home?

Barry’s features soften just barely as he realizes what he told you, and he sighs heavily before taking a seat on the top step.

“Been back a few days. He looks good; says he went to rehab and got his shit together. Sure seems like it.”

Your ears ring as the entire world comes to a screeching halt, and for the first time, Barry has some sympathy for the young woman standing in front of him. His eyes watch you for a moment before he swallows softly and turns to head back inside.

“I’m sorry.”

This snaps you out of your daze and your manicured hand reaches out to grab his arm before he can leave. Your nails dig into the flesh but he pays no mind as he stops and looks back at you expectantly.

“That’s it? Since when do you listen to rafe?” You ask, and the look on Barry’s face fills you in.

“He paid you.” You scoff, and you release your hold to run your hand through your hair.

“In what world do you not take the money from both of us and double cross him?”

Barry just stares for a moment, and you swear you see a glimmer of concern in his eyes.

“Since the incident right after he left. I was going to cut your ass off anyway.”

At that, he slams the door and leaves you alone with your thoughts on his porch. Thirty minutes later you’re banging on Rafe’s door like the FBI trying to bust it down.

“Open the fucking door, Rafe! I know you can hear me!”

Your screams are ignored as you start kicking at the barrier, now fully unhinged as rage takes over.

“You can’t just leave and get clean then come back and control me! Who are you to tell Barry he can’t sell to me?”

You let out a frustrated yell when he still doesn’t answer, and tears prick at your eyes as pain mixes with anger.

“This is your fault! I was fine before I met you. I was fine!”

Rafe winces when your foot rattles the door, and he leans with his forehead pressed against it while he listens to your verbal assault.

“You get me hooked on this shit and then get help while I drown? You drag me to the depths of hell and then leave me there?!”

Your voice is thick with tears now as your cries turn to desperation.

“What is wrong with you? Why don’t you care?”

Rafe finally unlocks the door and cracks it just enough that he can see you without you barging in.

“I’ve got it under control, just don’t take this from me.” You sniffle, and the look in Rafe’s eyes is enough to make you breakdown again.

“No you don’t. You overdosed y/n.”

Your mouth gapes as you try to come up with a response and you cock your head to the side.

“How do you know that?”

He gives you a “really?” look and you know it must have been Barry.

“You didn’t give a fuck when you left. I could have died and you wouldn’t have even known. If you’re so worried than why’d you leave me here to go on a bender after you vanish?”

There’s genuine sorrow swimming In his irises, and you rub at your nose as you sniffle.

“I had to get my shit together.”

He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you as you hiccup and cry but he remains glued to his place.

“You could have taken me. I would have gone.”

The sad smile he gives you causes your heart to drop, and he takes a second to memorize your face.

“I know, that’s why I didn’t tell you. We’re not good for each other. You would have been a distraction and I would have failed.”

Your knees nearly buckle when you realize what he’s saying, and that familiar burning seizes your throat as it constricts.

“Please don’t leave me.”

What’s left of Rafe’s heart shatters and his hand comes up to cup your face. You lean into the coolness of his signet ring while his thumb wipes away a tear, and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t have a choice, baby.”

Every emotion in your body explodes when he swiftly moves inside and shuts you out, and before you realize it you’re slamming your limbs into his door like a madman.

“Fuck you, Rafe! You ruined my life and just walked away from the carnage! You are nothing but a selfish, silver spoon, daddy’s money prick! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

With each word, your voice weakens and you sink lower until you’re a sobbing puddle on the ground. All of the fight drains from your body, and all that’s left is an empty shell. On the other side, rafe sits with his head between his hands as hot tears fall off his face with ease.

He winces as you release all your anger at his expense, but doesn’t move or say anything in response.

“I will never forgive you for this.”

There’s a sadness and finality in your tone that causes him to panic internally. He was so sure of himself until you showed up, and now hes disorientated again as your energy pulls him in. He reckons a part of him has always known that you’ll be here if he changes his mind, but now that safety net is being ripped out from under him.

Every cell in his body aches to be near you, but he forces himself to stay in place. Contrary to popular belief, Rafe is not heartless and he hates himself for everything hes done. He wishes he could go back to before he met you; before he set his world on fire and incinerated yours with it.

He’s fist fighting his own demons as they scream for him to just open the door and fall to his knees, but he resists every urge until he hears your car engine start up. He’s certain you’ve been gone a while but he’s been too terrified to even blink, let alone move.

If he does, he knows he’ll set out to find you and pull you into his arms. So he remains in place until his limbs are numb, hours long past as the clock ticks past two am.

After several phone calls and a hoarse voice from hours of driving around screaming, you finally pull into the driveway that’s hidden deep in the cut. An old “friend” of Rafe’s that stopped coming around after Rafe fought him for making a few too many comments about you.

He isn’t the safest option, but it’s the only bridge left that Rafe hasn’t burned. In his attempt to keep you safe, he’s driven you straight into the heart of danger. This guy isn’t just a low life dealer, he’s the king pin. He’s the suppliers supplier, and truthfully even coming here is incredibly stupid.

Still, your feet carry your forward until you’re knocking on his door and fidgeting. It takes a second but you hear a click of a gun before the door cracks open, and you give your best version of a smile.

It doesn’t do much to mask your sorrow thanks to your swollen eyes and splotchy cheeks, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Well well well, it it isn’t the kook princess herself. You shouldn’t be here, darling.”

The grin he gives resembles the Cheshire cat and you ignore the way your stomach drops.

“You’re my last resort.”

It’s a piece of information you shouldnt divulge, but your desperation outweighs any logic.

His beady eyes rake over your figure before he opens the door wider and nods his head.

“Come on in then, sweets.”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron #outer banks x reader #outerbanks #outer banks angst

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sanspuppet · 7 months

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Another 18+ scenario of San because i can't stop thinking of him and his huge chest.

smut, angst

Jealous/angry San: hard, rough sex

You entered into San's dorm, which he shared with his bestfriends, during the university year. He wasn't there, and you knew it, because he had one other class before the school day would finish. You looked around, searching for someone to talk with, when you noticed Mingi was laying on the couch, watching his phone. You saw his eyes staring at your body through the corner of his phone, it was quite understandable, given the length of your miniskirt, showing completely off your legs. Something went wrong in your head, and a sudden thought of you sitting on him, flowed in your mind.

"Hi Mingi! What are you watching??"

"Uhm... a f-film." he couldn't stop looking at your exposed skin, at the revealing tank top you were wearing, all for teasing him and his friends.

"Can i join you?" you asked, approaching him with an innocent smile, while taking off your shoes.

"S-sure." he only could respond, he knew what was your purpose, and he also knew it was completely wrong. But you wanted just to watch a film, right? He couldn't refuse, so you instantly sat next to him, your left hand resting on his tight. After some minutes, knowing that San would come back soon, you choose to make things a mess, like you were doing for some days:

"Min, i can't see clearly, can i sit on your lap?" you asked looking at him with your puppy eyes.

"Uhm... i dont think it's a good idea..." his nervousness growing under his oversized sweatshirt.

"Pleaaaseee Min" you begged him, already moving on top of him. You could feel heartbeat speeding up, so you layed your back against his chest. The film was catchy, but your focus was only on the face San would have seeing you like that. You started to rub yourself against Mingi's lap, and you could immediately feel his boner growing harder, under your panties.

And it was when, you heard the door closing, and saw a strong figure staring at you: San.

"H-hi bro..." Mingi's face was red for the embarrassment (and for how hard you made him "involuntarily")

"Hi Sannie!" on the contrary, you smiled as if nothing was happening.

"My room. Now." was the only thing your boyfriend replied, and a smirk was placed on your face once you were following him.

He shutted the door behind him, angry. The look in his eyes was intimidating, you could tell he was really upset.

"Tell me, kitten. Why the fuck do you keep teasing the others?" he said with a strange calmness.

"San- i-" you tried to say something, despite you perfectly knew he was not expecting an answer.

"Wanna behave like a slut, huh?"

You always thought your boyfriend was a calm and kindhearted person, so much that you questioned yourself if he would ever get upset with you. That's how you started to slightly tease his bestfriends, and see if he'd get jealous, and oh yes, he really would, but that stupid little joke turned in a serious way, when he decided that you had reached the limit.

"You like to rub yourself against Mingi's cock, with that little slutty skirt of yours, huh?"

"No please- i didn't mean-" you immediately felt scared, realizing that you maybe had exaggerated.

"You know you got him so hard, do you?"

"San, im so-" you got goosebumps, as he grabbed your hips with one hand, squeezing them with his fingers, so desperately that it would probably leave bruises on your skin.

"Shut up, i better mark you as mine, right?" He walked a few steps towards you, and placed his index finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. But the only thing you could do was staring at the floor, too embarrassed to even see his mad face, you were used to a sweet San, who cuddled and praised you everytime he could, his angry look, was now seriously scaring you.

"Fucking look at me, what? Now you feel guilty?"

"Y-yes..." was the only thing that escaped from your mouth, you were trembling under his stare.

"Oh we'll see if i should forgive you, take your clothes off."

"But...Mingi-"

"Huh? What? you want him to join? You'd like to be fucked like him, yeah?"

"No i didn't mean that-"

"It seems like, seeing you behaving like a whore."

Tears started to fall from your eyes, you've never seen him like this, making you realize you've really messed up. You wanted to apologize but you knew he wouldn't forgive you, not until he could hear you screaming for him. San grabbed your hips with both of his hands, and threw you on his bed with force. His look was cold, like he didn't feel anything for you now, he was extremely upset, and you could tell it.

"I said, clothes off. Want me to call one of my friends to do it for you? You little slut."

"N-no, i can do it myself." you almost choked with your saliva, panicking by the thought he hated you by now. You got immediately naked, under his gaze.

"Spread your legs."

"Yes d-daddy-" when you called him like that he used to like that, so you thought it would somehow help his angst.

"Dont call me like this." He said before lefting the bedroom. When he came back, behind him was standing another person: Mingi. You gasped and instantly tried to cover yourself with your arms. San chuckled:

"What? Never seen a slut being shy for her naked body."

"San- i really-"

"He'll watch. If that's what you really want, he will see how much of a whore you can be, maybe you'll learn something."

"Uhm... San i dont think i should watch-" Mingi said, hesitant.

"Yes. You should." San replied, making him sit on the armchair, in front of the bed.

You eyes were now red from how many tears have fallen from your eyes. You barely cared about Mingi's presence, what you really wanted now, was your sweet San.

"Please im sorry San..."

"i'll forgive you once you'll be completely emptied from your cum." he started to untie his belt, and dragged down his jeans.

"San. Mingi has nothing to do with it, let him go." You tried to look more serious, hoping you'd convince him. In facts, he turned back and looked at Mingi. San rolled back his eyes, sighing:

"Okey, leave."

Mingi instantly stood up and left you two alone. San got closer to you, his face a few inches from yours, you could feel his deep breaths against your skin.

"If i fuck you mercilessly, you'll learn your mine, right?" he took your neck in his hands, squeezing it slightly.

You nodded, preparing yourself. He sat on the bed behind you, and dragged his hands down on your body, until they reached your clit. He whispered in your ear:

"One orgasm for each day you kept flirting with my friends, this is for Tuesday." he suddenly slided three of his fingers inside your pussy, pounding them into you relentlessly. His other hand keeping your leg still, while the tip of his fingers were touching your g-spot at every thrust.

"Come on, i know you'd like to moan, don't you? Fucking scream for how much you enjoy to be fucked."

The only thing you could do now was obeying, he had you, he owned you. You groan extremely loud, when he sped up his pace even more, his fingers rubbing against every single part of your walls.

"That's it, that sounds exactly like a slut."

"Please- San- im c-close-" you kept moaning, your body started to shake by the immense pleasure: he has never touched you like this.

"Already? That's so humiliating, how sensitive your pussy is." He placed his other hand on your clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion, harshly. Your pussy clenched intensely around his fingers as you felt your first orgasm coming. And in no time, you completely wetted San's hand. You've never released so much cum in your entire life, and it felt incredibly good.

"I should clean this mess up." he said, and moved in front of you, on his knees, his eyes facing your throbbing pussy.

"W-wednesday?" you trembled, knowing you probably couldn't take again all of that pleasure, since you still had to get off of your recent high.

"That's it." His lips were now placed on your clit, kissing and sucking it. Then he licked your walls with his warm tongue, sliding it inside you a few times. You arched your back, your eyes shutted as you tried to ignore all the pleasure that was taking the control of your body, you couldn't stop shaking, your fingers gripping the fabric of the blankets, desperately.

"So fucking wet, all because of me, right?" he asked you. Despite you were too fucked out to respond.

"Right?" he repeated, squeezing your pussy with his fingers.

"Y-yeah! F-fuck-" you choked.

He looked at you, smirking. His tongue was now rubbing against your folds relentlessly, licking them like it was his last meal, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit. His hands were keeping your legs opened widely. You were already reaching your climax again, so quickly that it was embarrassing. You couldn't help but scream his name:

"San! San- please! Im yours-"

He groaned, and let his fingers pleasuring you.

"Don't try to escape it like this. You have 2 days left." he said, before you squirted on his face, exhausted. He licked his lips, tasting it, and took his remaining clothes off. His dick was standing straight, his tip red, thick and pulsing for how hard he was.

"Doggy style." obviously, he loved seeing your ass slapping against his hips, everytime he fucked you. You immediately placed yourself on your hands and knees, barely standing, because of the tiredness. He didn't wait before taking his dick inside of you, already thrusting in you deeply.

"Thursday."

A couple of minutes passed, before you felt your walls pulsing and clenching way too much around his dick, warning him you were hitting your orgasm once again. God, poor Mingi, the amount of screams and groans he was forced to hear, it definitely seemed like a pornographic film stage.

San's thrusts became sloppy and messy, segnaling he was close too.

"Gonna fill this pussy with my cum, and you'll take all of it." he said, before releasing inside of you, until his cum was sliding out of your folds. You layed your chest on the bed, too tired and fucked out, that you couldn't even think concretely.

"i-i can't-" you tried to murmur.

"Oh yeah, you can. You'll regret what you did to Mingi."

"s-sorry. i'm s-sorry."

"I know, i know. Just take it one more time, ok baby?"

Baby, that fucking word convinced you.

You tried to nod, turning yourself so you could face him. He looked at you, his stare was now more relaxed, and less angry, which it made you cheer up a bit.

"Good. I give you some seconds before the next round."

He layed on the bed, beside you, looking at you. His hand was resting on your tummy.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, with a sad tone.

"T-that was stupid, im sorry..."

"I asked you why."

"B-because you were just too kind, was thinking if you would ever get angry with me."

"Why would i? you're perfect."

You turned your head, looking at him, tearing.

"Im so sorry San, i swear i only want you."

He got closer to your ear, and whispered:

"I know it, i'll try to be more gentle now. Okey?"

He said, before sliding his cock inside of you again. He threw his head back for the amount pleasure, and moaned your name.

"You're so weird y/n... but i still love you."

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i highly recommend this song, don't know.. it's just sooo good and they need more recognition :/

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Three for One 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: I'm so tireddddd

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The keypad beeps and Lloyd quickly flicks the handle, kicking open the door so it hits something solid. You hear a grunt as the man on the other side stumbles back. It all happens so fast you don't get a glimpse of the code. Not much use if they lock you inside.

“What the fuck?” Ransom grabs the door and swings it open, “she got away–”

“Right here, peachy keen,” Lloyd sneers as pressure pinpoints on either side of your neck. You whine and try to loosen his hand, “she got you good, huh?”

“She’s sneaky,” Ransom mutters, “whatever. She can’t get out.”

“But she locked you in,” he snorts.

A growl ripples through the air. You’re turned back to face Ernie as he stands at the end of the hall. His head goes low as his jowls bunch up and he bares his teeth. He snarls as he slowly walks closer.

“Oh fuck,” Ransom puts the door between him and the hall, peeking around it.

“This fucking thing,” the other man utters, “tell it to stop.”

“Ah, ah,” you squeak as Ernie gets closer. “I– you’re hurting me. It’s making him mad.”

“I’m about to hurt him,” Lloyd threatens.

“Ernie,” you yipe and put a hand out, “Ern, please, I’m–” you choke, “okay.”

His thunderous warning grows louder. You reach with your fingers and he touches them with his nose. You caress the rough ridge and hush him, “please, sit. Please.”

His teeth gleam dangerously but he puts his rear down and hides his canines again. His chagrin nestles just above his usually doleful eyes and he looks between the two men; the one hiding behind the door and the one latched onto you.

“We need a fucking cage for that thing,” Ransom comments.

“And here I was thinking we need one for the girl,” Lloyd scoffs.

“Or you know, you could let us both go,” you suggest, writhing on your toes.

“Smart,” Lloyd sneers. “I can’t wait to train that mouth.” You turn your head and show your teeth, snapping them shut. His brows arch at the gesture and he gives an emphatic shiver, “I’m starting to like the feisty thing.”

“You’ve never been picky,” Ransom lets the door fall open, “get her in here.”

“Here,” Lloyd spins and flings you at the other man, “I’ll keep watch, make sure you don’t get locked in again.”

“Shut up,” Ransom grabs your arm and drags you away. He shoves you so you hit the foot of the bed. “Listen, you little bitch,” he keeps his voice low, “don’t fucking embarrass me again, got it?”

You flip your head back and gape at him. What are you supposed to do?

“And dont give me that fucking look,” he points in your face.

Or what? You swallow the words and stand straight. You face him and shrug. He’s not half as scary as the man outside the door, but both together are insurmountable.

You try to wipe away your irritation. You want this night to end. You want to go home. You don’t know how much more you can handle as your anger gives way to something more potent. Fear.

He slowly turns to the open wardrobe, peeking back at you as you cross your arms. You nibble your lip and avert your eyes. Your adrenaline dissolves and fatigue tugs at your muscles. You’re not giving up, you’re only biding your time. It might just take a little longer than you like.

“This,” Ransom tosses a furry white sweater on the bed, “this.”

You consider the outfit. The sweater is cropped and there’s a gold sequin heart on the front. The skirt is almost as short with ruffled tiers. It’s not really your taste but it hardly matters.

He slams the doors of the wardrobe and tosses down a pair of sheer stockings with ribbons wove through the top. These are just a few pieces of a full collection. How long have they been planning this? Had they followed you long or were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

You lift your eyes as he stares at you. You frown. He lowers his chin, “well?”

“Well, uh, can I get some privacy?”

He blinks slowly.

“Come on, pussy cat, show us some peach,” Lloyd taunts from the doorway as he peers through.

You gulp. This is getting too real. The only thing keeping you from full panic is the fact of your futility. Freaking out would only play into their game.

“Right, I get it,” you turn to the bed, “you can’t trust me. I ran. I ran and I got pretty far. So I don’t blame you for being paranoid.”

“Paranoid?” Ransom scoffs.

“You didn’t get that far,” Lloyd intones.

You ignore him and pull the clothes to the end of the bed. You put your back to Lloyd but can’t avoid Ransom. You look down at your jacket and slowly unzip it. Your scalp is itchy with sweat as you let the heat out from under the downy layer.

You drop your coat on the bed and bend to unlace your boots. You focus on the little things first. Boots, socks, your favourite red sweater with the white hearts. You lay each piece down deliberately, closer and closer to the inevitable.

You peel off the camisole you wore under the wool layer and take the furry sweater from the bed. There’s clucking from the door. You stiffen and clutch the fluffy fabric.

“Everything,” Lloyd orders.

You put the sweater back down and shudder. You hear Ransom’s breath catch as you reach behind you to unhook your bra. His eyes bore into you as the floor creaks. You sense the other man breaks the threshold.

“Little help?” The call from down the hall makes you flinch and a hum escapes Ransom. You look at him as his eyes linger on your chest.

“Shit,” Lloyd huffs, “don’t tell him.”

He leaves you alone with the other man. You take a breath and let your bra fall down your arms. You quickly swipe up the furry sweater and pull it on, but not without causing your tits to jiggle one last time.

“Those almost make it worth it,” he snickers.

You undo your pants as you keep to task. It’s so surreal but undeniable. It’s entirely clear what this is. Their intent is written in every glance, every comment. You roll down your jeans and stand in your undies and the fluffy sweater. Your thumbs hook in the elastic of your underwear as you pivot, trying to hide yourself as best you can as you strip the cotton away.

You just as swiftly step into the skirt, pulling it up to cling snugly around your waist. Ransom gets closer, petting the sleeve of your sweater as he does. His breath grits in his throat.

“Wanna close that door again,” he purrs.

You take the stockings, ignoring the proposition. Shit. You bend and roll the first one up to your thigh, the lace speckled with the little hearts. You slip on the other and stand straight.

He looms over you and shifts slowly towards you. His sole drags on the floor. He’s stopped only by a low drone from the doorway.

Ernie stands watching, glaring at that man. Your heart leaps and you do too. You flit forward to the dog and rub his ears.

“Shh, boy, it’s okay,” you glance back at Ransom, “I won’t let him hurt you.”

His eyes narrow. His shoulders drop slightly, the disappointment of your evasion clear. The close call sears down your back.

He trails you down the hall as Ernie walks beside you. You keep your hand in his fur, clinging to him for strength. It’s not about you, it’s about keeping him safe.

You enter the front room and find Lloyd scowling at a string of lights as Andy kneels in front of a box. It’s a weird scene to come upon. These two villains in such a wholesome position. Their sinister intentions could almost be mistaken.

Andy looks up and pauses as he holds a large red ornament. His lips part as he sees you. Fire blazes across your cheeks at the way his eyes dilate. He clears his throat and holds up the oblong decoration.

“You gonna come help, honey?”

You nod and let go of Ernie. He stays at your heels as you go to the other side of the box. You bend your knees and reach in, plucking out a clear ball with fake snow inside. You feel the eyes on you, waiting for a hint of something more.

Ernie paces behind you, a wall of fur roving back and forth. You want him to calm down, his energy fueling your own. You pause and turn to pet his broad back.

“Ern, it’s okay, boy, relax,” you twine your fingers into the thick strands and scratch him, “lay down… please.”

You nudge him slightly. He resists. His head moves from side to side as he looks at each man. He huffs and flops down, thumping onto the floor beside you.

“That’s cute. He takes care of you,” Andy says, “sweet girl like you, who wouldn’t?”

You make yourself smile. It’s not very difficult. You have extensive training in faking it. You step around the box and take the ornament to the tree. Lloyd is there, trying to wrap lights around the branches. He sidles closer as you reach to hang the decoration.

“Little higher,” he leans back, looking behind you. You don’t know why you listen but you do.

You stand on your toes and hook the ball over the upper tier. You feel cool air tickle the bottom of your ass, you’re not the only one to notice. Lloyd groans, Ransom chokes, and Andy exhales sharply. You feel like you’re on display, the tree is just secondary.

You put your arms down and tug at the sides of the skirt, cautiously going back to the box. You reach down, bending in your legs not your waist. Your eyes meet Andy’s as you reach for another ornament. His lashes flick hotly.

“Did I tell you how good you look, honey?” He growls.

Lloyd chuckles and Ransom joins in. You’re not sure what’s so funny or how to react. You look around and toy with the decoration in your hand. You stand on the sides of your feet, swaying nervously.

“Lawyers, man. They’ll never say what they want outright,” Lloyd remarks.

“Shut up,” Andy hisses, “I’m being nice.”

“You’re being a fucking simp,” Ransom sniffs.

“Don’t listen to them,” he says to you directly, “I mean it, you look really… pretty.”

“Well, every time she moves, her ass falls out, so I’d say she’s not too bad on the eyes,” Lloyd chortles. “How do you think she is on the dick? That sweater looks soft, let her keep it on, maybe put her in my lap–”

“Hey,” Andy tosses an ornament at him as you back away, mortified. “Don’t be disgusting.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to get disgusting all over her. What’sa matter? The wife doesn’t put it in her mouth anymore and you can’t get past half-chub–”

“You’re both fucking pathetic,” Ransom comes forward to reach into the box, retracting as Ernie pops his head up and growls. You quiet the dog as the man drops several ornaments onto the floor in his fright.

“Pot, kettle, black as our souls,” Lloyd says.

“Let’s get the tree decorated,” Andy insists, “it’ll be Christmas soon enough…” he plants his foot, straining as he stands, “we’ve wasted enough time.”

He rounds the box, brushing by you. You don’t fail to noise how his fingertips tickle your upper thigh, along with the other men’s gazes as they note the same thing. You turn to trail after Andy and hang your decoration next to his. Another cool flow wafts up your skirt, eliciting another communal hum from the other men.

“Who’s gonna trim my tree?” Lloyd jokes crudely.

He gets only a growl from Andy as you refuse to acknowledge the comment. Ransom hovers at the edge of the room as Ernie stares him down. The large dog doesn’t get up but remains alert. You feel awful to bring him into this. He must be so confused, even more than you are.

🎀

Once the tree is decorated, your energy is completely spent. Your vigilance drains away what’s left and you lower yourself to the floor to sit with Ernie. He lets you lean on him and puts his head on your knee.

“Tired?” Andy asks.

You can only nod.

It’s a strange, almost numb hollowness. That sort of surrender that comes with just not having anything left in you. There’s that voice that tells you not to give up but it can’t drown out the blaring fatigue.

“You should lay down,” he suggests.

“With who?” Lloyd asks as he stretches his neck side to side.

“That’s not the deal,” Andy girds.

“Fucking chill. I’m kidding. Don’t worry,” he shows his palms, “I won’t open my Christmas present early.”

“Can I?” You ask as you drag a hand down Ernie’s side.

“Yeah, come on,” Andy offers his hand.

You should refuse. You should get up on your own but you’re not sure you even can. Before you can reach for the helpful hand, you’re scooped up from behind. You yelp and Ernie barks as he jumps to his feet.

“Woah, woah,” Lloyd dodges him as he holds you in his arms, “tell the mutt to cool it. I’m helping.”

“Ernie,” you eke out, hanging a hand down for him.

“Oh, pussy cat, you’re gettin’ sleepy,” he teases as he carries you past Andy, a defiant look shot in his direction, “let daddy put you to bed.”

Andy follows, Ernie too. Ransom keeps a cautious eye on the latter.

You don’t protest as you’re carried down the hall. He turns into the bedroom and takes you to the bed. As he puts you down, his hand shamelessly stops on your ass and spreads wide.

“Oops,” he feigns embarrassment, “must’ve slipped.”

“Hey,” Andy charges in and rips his arm back, “enough. She needs to sleep.”

“Look, she can sleep and I can do my thing. Multitasking–”

“We agreed–”

“Actually, you just talk at us and assume we do,” Lloyd counters sourly.

“I’m tired,” you mope.

“Yeah, well, who’s fault is that?” Lloyd snaps.

You frown and roll your eyes. You look past him as you pet the bed. Ernie bounds over and hops up, nearly knocking over Lloyd as he leaps onto the bed. He lays down beside you, his fluffy tail stretching past the end. You lay back and pet his head.

“Come on,” Andy inserts himself between the other man and the bed, “we all do our part, we all follow the plan.”

There’s silence. You peek over at the men as they stare each other down. You don’t say a word as you hug Ernie’s large head.

“I had a better one,” Lloyd hisses.

“We agreed,” Andy repeats. “We let her sleep. It’s her first night.”A sigh. Lloyd backs up and Andy looks over his shoulder at you. He gives a small smile and you nestle down into the bed. You close your eyes as your heart pounds in your ribcage. First night? Of how many?

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