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jinned · 3 years

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handsy | taehyung | m

snippet: Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader

genre: smut, pwp

au: roommates, f2l

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 3.7k

warnings: there’s a deep conversation about feelings, love confessions. yuck (UNEDITED)

sexual warnings: masturbation (female receiving), mutual pining, begging, rule making, dirty talk, non penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), body worship, light foot worship, the entire thing is based off getting reader off, taehyung doesn’t get off :(, taehyung is bossy, praise kink, taehyung calls reader babygirl, overstimulation, .001% of aftercare, moaning, hair pulling, marking, punishment kink?, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm...guilt?, daddy/baby kink (i’m so sorry)

The frustration builds quicker than you wanted, the groans coming from your mouth grow louder each time you feel your body give up on itself. You’re too god damn horny, but your body is too tired to properly masturbate.

This is probably the fifth time now that you've attempted to get yourself off only to abandon ship seconds after. Your muscles ache and sleep calls to you. Despite this, every time you try to just sleep it off, the aching throb from your clit keeps you awake.

It takes everything in you to keep yourself from throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

The clock now reads just after three in the morning, you let out one last angered breath. It comes out louder than you intended, the grunt raising in pitch before you can even stop yourself.

Moments later, your sleep-drunk roommate opens your door, rubbing his eyes with one fist as he holds himself up with the other hand gripping the doorway.

“Are you okay or whatever?” Taehyung sighs, slight annoyance laced in his tone.

Your eyes are wide with embarrassment as Taehyung’s sleepy eyes jolt awake with alertness as he finally sees you.

You’re laying on top of your comforter completely naked with one hand still draped across your womanhood.

Taehyung shifts his body against the door frame, the moonlight now flickering down his face. The shadows of your air-guided drapes chase that light, new depths illuminating across his nose and cheekbones. You’re not sure why your brain is trying so hard to think of metaphors and similes, anything to compare Taehyung to. It would be too easy to blame it on the lack of sleep. Then again, you’ve never truly looked at him this way before and it’s killing you that you can’t read the expression on his face.

In this moment, you realize you have neither fight nor flight instincts as you lay frozen in your bed, nothing willing you to cover yourself up.

Taehyung’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, moving slowly against his bottom lip as his eyes flick frantically from your body to the wall across the room. Raising a hand to cover his mouth, he clears his throat and brushes his thumb against his bottom lip to wipe away the remnants from his tongue.

Clearing his throat once more, his shoulder relaxes against the doorframe, his eyes continue to debate where to look. “Wha-whatcha doing there?” He immediately turns away from you after speaking, facing the wall as he aggressively rubs at the nape of his neck.

“Oh...you know...just trying to sleep.”

There’s a brief silence- minus the light flapping of your curtains. That and the mental beating you’re giving yourself for trying to joke about the situation at hand. There is no hiding it. You’ve been caught red-handed.

“Y/n,” Taehyung warns.

Shutting your eyes tightly, your brain moves at hyper-speed trying to figure out what to do or say next. A million scenarios flood in and all you want is to pick the option that lets you keep your roommate and not have to live with exploding embarrassment for the rest of your life.

You’re about to open your mouth and just say the first thing that comes to mind, perhaps brutal honesty will help you out in the end when Taehyung beats you to the punch.

“Do you...do you need help?”

It takes you a moment to register what he’s said. You’re finally able to move your hand away from your cunt and you slowly sit up and lay your back against your headboard, grabbing one of your pillows and hugging it tightly to your chest.

“I guess talking about it might help. Have you ever just been so horny and tired at the same time but you’re unable to do either of those things? I’ve been struggling for hours now trying to sleep but I can’t sleep because...you know, and then when I try to do that I’m just too tired to actually do it right and-”

“No, I mean-” Taehyung cuts himself off with a sigh, quickly followed by a slow intake of air, puffing his cheeks out as he releases it and walks towards your bed. Determination and bravery are written all over his face, despite the fact that he’s still trying to respectively not look at you.

“I can help you.”

A few more moments pass before you finally understand what he’s trying to say.

“Oh...OH!” You can’t help but gasp as it finally clicks in your head exactly what he’s offering to you.

“Wouldn’t that,” you gulp, your face feeling painfully warm, “wouldn’t that make things weird? Between us?”

Taehyung’s jaw is tight, his muscles jutting forward as he looks towards your bedroom door. “It doesn’t have to be weird...if you don’t want them to be. I mean, I can honestly say I haven’t ever...you know, not thought of you in this way before.” He lets out another long puff of air, hand grasping at the back of his neck as he tries to massage the tension away.

You feel embarrassed and flattered all at once. Your roommate of three years, best friend of over ten years, has admitted to thinking of you in a sexual way.

Taehyung lets you think for a moment. But it only allows you more time to realize that you can’t feign innocence here either. There was that major crush you had on him in high school or the time you walked in on him in the shower. There’s definitely been a handful of times where he’s crept into your thoughts while you were with someone else or even times when you were alone.

There are a million things that could go wrong if you accept his offer.

Or, a million things that could go right.

“Okay,” you say bravely, “please help me.”

Turning his head slowly, Taehyung finally looks at you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body slowly. He inhales, his jaw clenching once more as his gaze falls upon your uncovered chest.

Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

Gulping slowly, you nod your head, trying not to think about the lack of friction going on below.

"Rule number one," Taehyung starts with a smile, "you will not touch me."

"What?-"

"Nuh, uh." He interrupts you, finally taking a seat at the end of your bed. Without looking, he picks up your bare feet and places them in his lap, his hands roaming over your calves and down to your toes. The touch of his skin on yours alone is sending the signals in your body into overdrive. That mixed with the tiredness you're feeling, it's making it nearly impossible to think straight.

"I've been thinking about a night like this for a while. Respectfully, of course," he adds quickly. "I never wanted to do anything to ruin what we have. But damn, I really can't deny it. I've thought about making you cum over and over and over again so many times it was like a movie in my mind." Taehyung continues to stroke your feet and legs sensually as he speaks. It takes everything in your power not to pounce on him.

Instead, you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, letting the deep grumble of Taehyung's voice soothe your body along with all the places he's trailing his fingers on.

“Anyways,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow, “back to our rules.”

His domineering tone sends chills throughout your body and you try your best to ignore the white noise ringing in your ears.

“Rule number two: you will not call me by my name.”

The urge to question him again is strong, but his stare makes you shut your mouth tightly.

He knows the question is hanging off the tip of your tongue, you know that he knows. Instead of throwing you a bone, he sits there smirking at you, sitting on his high horse while also looking like he knows the punchline to the joke you’ve been waiting to get.

Finally, he beckons you closer, his pointer finger slowly enticing you in. As soon as you’re close enough to see the dark flecks in his eyes, he leans in himself until his lips are hovering just over your ear.

“Baby gets to call me Daddy, and Daddy only.”

Admittedly, your first instinct is to laugh, the sheer shock of his words not fully settling in. But then, after a moment, you can tell just how much his words affected your body; your legs feel shakier, the core of your womanhood pulsates quicker, and you start to feel the dripping of your arousal moving down your thighs.

It only makes sense that your childhood friend, the love of your life, would also turn out to be the kinkiest person you’ve ever met.

It only makes sense.

“Okay...Daddy.”

The smugness on Taehyung’s face only increases.

“Good girl.”

“Are there any other rules...Daddy?” The word still feels odd coming out of your mouth. But it’s all worth it when you notice the growing tent in Taehyung’s sweatpants

Taehyung gets off the bed and walks closer to you, his hands behind his back. He appears so nonchalant and unbothered, almost like he’s ignoring the fact that he’s sporting the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life.

It makes you nervous in the best of ways.

Removing one hand from behind his back, he places it on one of your knees, caressing your flesh gently before opening your legs, spreading them wide to expose your dripping cunt. He nods his head with approval, biting his bottom lip hard as his eyes sweep over your entire naked body.

It feels like the room’s temperature went up another ten degrees.

Taehyung dips his hand lower, hovering over your cunt. Each time it looks like he’s about to touch you, your vagina pulses with anticipation, only for Taehyung to deceivingly pull away at the last second.

“Please, Daddy! Please touch me! I just want to cum, I’ll do anything!”

With a slight chuckle, Taehyung humors you and dips one of his fingers down, lightly petting the tops of your folds.

The small touch makes you shiver, the small amount of juices he accumulates on his fingers captures the now cold air in the room.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” And with that said, Taehyung's fingers glide over your folds, soaking in your slick juices. Your head falls back against your pillow and you wish you could sink in deeper; into the bed, the pillow, into him. He's murmuring something in your ears, but your mind is too focused on what's happening to your body, there's not enough mental capacity in there to comprehend words at the moment. The urge to reach out to him and feel his skin against the palm of your hand spurs deep in your chest, but not strong enough to act upon. Instead, you let your eyes flutter shut, sighing blissfully as he continues to massage and soothe your bud.

Taehyung continues a slow, sensual pace, one that you could arguably fall asleep to. It feels like every stress cell in your body slowly floats away with every stroke of his fingers.

"Just like that? Hmm?" You hear him say.

"Huh?" You manage out, your voice sounding weak and far away.

"I just didn't think you would react to me that quickly."

You open your eyes and look at him. Taehyung is propped up on one elbow, his hand cradling his jawline. His other hand continues to make brushstroke movements in between your folds. He looks at your vagina with wonder, and like he has something more to say.

But you're too tired and enjoying him too much to ask.

Moments later, Taehyung is picking up speed, beckoning your uncoming.

You don't feel ready to give up the warmth you feel with his touch, not ready to reach the top and climb back down.

Grasping onto Taehyung's shoulder, your fingernails dig into him as you bite down on your bottom lip, fighting desperately at the orgasm crashing down on you.

"There you go, baby. That's it. Come undone on my fingers." Taehyung's sweet demeanor is long gone as he watches you with sinful eyes.

A small moan leaves your lips as you let go; your legs shake vigorously underneath Taehyung's grasp and you feel the painful twist of a muscle spasm deep in your hamstrings.

Short gasps are all you can manage in response, your mind feeling more awake than before.

And in that brief pause between ministrations, your mind increases its speed tenfold.

This is your best friend you're laying in front of. The same guy you used to collect bugs with when you were younger, the same guy you were embarrassed in front of when he found out you started wearing a training bra.

And you just came in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Taehyung!" you cry out, sitting up quickly and burying your face in your hands as you fight back hot tears from falling down your cheeks. "We can forget this ever happened!"

Taehyung is quiet behind you as you imagine yourself shrinking into a spec of nothing.

Then, tenderly, his hand is on top of yours, coaxing it away from your face. And you let him do it.

Taehyung holds your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before whispering, "Did I do something wrong?"

Immediately you want to scream no, but your words catch in your throat. His bottom lip is jutting out slightly and he's avoiding your eyes. And then you remember that you know him, you know him more than anyone, hell, sometimes you know him more than you know yourself. And right now, this Taehyung in front of you is just as embarrassed and emotional as you are.

"No," you say bravely, "I don't regret it at all. I'm sorry, I just-" you sigh and lean back, struggling to find the right words to say while fighting against your own embarrassment, "-I just never thought we would get to this point. And to hear you say all those things you were saying? I just don't understand. Why didn't you ever tell me? Why me to begin with?" That's when you realize where all of this insecurity is coming from. Taehyung has been with gorgeous people in the past, gorgeous, successful people. And the thought of him liking you? It must feel like a step down for him.

"It's always been you, Y/n. Ever since we first met. How could I ever for a second not want to be with you? You're my best friend, the person I go to for comfort. And because of that, I was always afraid to tell you about my feelings. Because just being in your life as your friend and your roommate, that was more than enough for me. And this doesn't have to go anywhere if you don't want it to be. I want it to go somewhere. Hell, Y/n I want to be with you. But if you don't want to be with me like that? I'll be okay."

His words swirl around your body, not quite processing into complacent thoughts. There are about a million different emotions coursing through your veins, and each one is battling to come to surface.

It feels selfish, the position he’s put you in. Because now, it’s all on you. Your choice will determine how your relationship with Taehyung changes forever. And, let’s be real, no matter what happens after this moment, things will never be the same. The weight of that realization is pushing you down into the mattress you sit on.

On the other hand, there’s excitement, joy, happiness, relief all bundled into one giant heart floating around you. Your best friend, the person you’ve been in love with for over a century now, feels the same way you do.

Taehyung waits in front of you patiently while you figure out exactly what to say.

You’re too tired for words, too tired for thoughts, too tired for almost everything it seems.

Well, everything, except…

You lean forward slowly, placing your weight on your hands as you close the space between you and Taehyung and place a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung sighs and closes his eyes, completely melting into your touch.

How could you not do the same?

All of the tiredness, all of the frustrations from before Taehyung entered your bedroom, it was all worth it to get to this moment. And you’d go through it every night for the rest of your life if it meant you got to kiss him just like this.

The kiss deepens quickly, your mouths moving with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Without thinking, you let your body take full control, not second-guessing any natural movement. So you let your hand find its way to the nape of Taehyung’s hair, delicately pulling at the ends until his neck is forced back and a moan ripples through his throat. It was so unexpected and out of character, but you liked having this control.

It doesn’t last long. Taehyung quickly comes to his senses and knocks you onto your back, pushing you with one hand on your chest. He chuckles low and menacingly, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“What did we say about touching?” His voice is so low you swear you can feel it rumbling in your chest.

Taehyung doesn’t allow you enough time to answer. Before you can even open your mouth, his tongue is attached to your lips.

But not the lips on your face.

Your eyes immediately roll back as his tongue writes beautiful nothingness against your cunt and you desperately want to reach out and grip his hair again. By some sheer force of will, you’re able to restrain yourself and settle for gripping the sheets instead.

The tongue movements start slow, but it seems you’re not the only impatient one here. Taehyung picks up speed as he laps up your juices, his hand snaking up to insert a few digits inside you. His other hand is gripping one of your hips, his entire forearm pressing against your pelvic bone, holding you into place. His grip on you only seems to make your body want to shake more.

“You that close already, baby?” Taehyung lifts his head up for a moment, your juices glistening on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. It seems like a sight you would only have in your dreams. It’s hard to believe this is happening in real life.

“Answer me,” he commands, but there’s a tinge of softness behind his words.

“I can’t help it.” You pant out, “Been building up all these years now. I could have came just by you touching my shoulder.”

Taehyung chuckles at this, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You can cum whenever you want, baby. Daddy’s not going to stop you,” he says casually.

Almost...too casually.

But you don’t think twice, you’re too tired to think twice. Quiet moans slip past your lips and Taehyung takes that as his cue. His fingers move faster, scissoring inside your body as his thumb swipes against your clit.

It’s almost too easy to come undone.

White hot heat spreads throughout your body as everything around you starts to shake. Taehyung is watching you with careful eyes as you orgasm the fastest you’ve ever orgasmed in your life.

Your breathing only gets heavier as you come back from your high. But then, a blissful pain makes your thigh muscles jolt, a new wave of uncontainable cries escape you.

“Daddy said he wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to cum,” Taehyung devilishly proclaims, his fingers moving faster than ever, “but that didn’t mean Daddy was going to stop.”

Your eyes shut tight as you pull at the sheets gripped tightly in your hands, too afraid to speak because of the moans you’re currently swallowing back. Small whimpers make it out as you desperately try to focus on anything other than the torture you’re going through.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” Taehyung coes, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit now. “Let it all out. Daddy wants to hear your pretty voice.”

There are no logical thoughts left in your brain. All you know is that you’re desperately exhausted and it’s taking too much of your energy to fight against the natural cries your body wants to release as this overstimulation continues.

So, you let go.

“Fuck! Daddy that feels so good! I’m gonna come again- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

A small scream is all you can manage as the pressure in your core finally releases. You thought your previous orgasm was intense? Nothing will ever be able to top this one.

“Damn that was fucking sexy.” Taehyung stands and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Your legs are still trembling and it feels like every muscle in your body is frozen in place. Warm liquid coats your inner thighs and drips down onto your sheets.

“Did I just…?” You ask with shock. Taehyung laughs and nods his head, walking towards your door.

“Hell yeah you did. Have you ever squirted before?”

“Only once. But it never felt as good as that did,” you whisper, but Taehyung is already out of the room. Your eyes flutter shut, sleep threatening to take over.

Taehyung returns with a towel, throwing it so it lands right beside you.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Wait!” You call out just as he reaches the doorway. “What about you?” You point at his very obvious erection.

Taehyung waves you off casually, “We’ll have plenty more nights in the future. But for now, sleep. Don’t worry about me.” He winks. “I can take care of myself just fine. Get some sleep. Goodnight, Y/n.”

Before Taehyung even closes the door, your eyes are shut, sleep finally welcoming you into its arms.

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libra-kirishima · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 7- Hate Sex (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

(I actually posted this already. This repost was to test the Tumblr tag system but it seems to have worked better so I'm keeping this and deleting the original.) If you catch the movie reference i made in this fic i will give you $3 worth of my love and affection.

Warnings: NS/FW Content (including some dub-con moments, degradation, humiliation, choking, and public sex), brief mentions of past Midoriya Izuku/reader.

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This was so not how you had wanted to spend your Saturday night.

After a week that seemed to be made up of one bad event after another, all you wanted to do was relax. But, of course, the cosmic forces of the universe decided they weren’t done beating you up just yet.

And so here you were,

Assigned to a case where you’d have to guard the agency you worked at

For twelve hours

With the man you can’t stand.

“For fuck’s sake, can you stop tapping your goddamn thumbs so loudly?” His gruff voice snapped you out of your own thoughts.

“Can you mind your own fucking business at least once this evening?” You snapped back.

“If you weren’t so annoying, maybe I’d be able to.” He answered.

You crossed your arms over your chest , pushing your breasts up. Bakugou sat and stared for a moment wondering what the soft flesh would feel like, but averted his gaze before you could notice. “Even your thoughts seem annoying.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m watching you sit here and think to yourself and it looks like you’re even annoying yourself.” He elaborated. You scoffed

He was absolutely right, and your own thoughts were annoying you. But you would rather die than give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right. How dare he think that he-

“I’m right, aren’t I?” The arrogant tone in his voice cuts through you like a knife.

“You know, you are so fucking arrogant.” You snapped.

“It’s not arrogant to be good at something and know I’m good at something.” He snapped back. “And I just so happen to be great at a lot of things.”

“It absolutely is arrogant to-” You stopped, remembering that it’s useless to fight with him. You looked at the clock on the wall. Six hours to go. “Whatever,” you groaned. “At least one of us can fly, and it’s not you!” At this point you were just being petty but at least it felt good to-

“You’re just hovering, it’s not that impressive.”

“God, do you have to undermine everything that I do?”

He let out a smug laugh.

“What’s wrong princess? Deku not hitting it right?”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“We broke up last week.” You answered coldly. “And don’t fucking call me that!”

Bakugou bit back a bitter laugh. Who says he had no self control

“No kidding…” He marveled to himself. “No wonder you’ve been so cranky.” You rolled your eyes so hard that you’re surprised they didn’t pop out of their sockets. “Hey don’t be a fucking brat with me. I told you he didn’t deserve you! And you-”

“Didn’t listen,” You finished for him. “I know. I know I didn’t. But can you really blame me when you followed that with ‘Maybe if you let a real man dick you down you’d open your fucking eyes a bit more.’” Changing your voice to mock his as you quoted him.

“That offer still stands by the way.” He stated, crossing his arms over his chest to mirror you.

“You?”

“Me.” He stated. You stared at him in disbelief, although you could have help but let your eyes wander down his toned arms and back up to his sharp facial features. His gaze pierced into you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

He grinned.

“I’m not looking so bad anymore, am I babygirl?”

“I fucking hate you-” You were cut off when he moved closer to you and placed a hand on your inner thigh. “Don’t touch me-” you started, but the words died on your lips when his hand slid up to play with your clit. You but your lip to keep silent, determined to keep your façade.

��Mhm, sure you do.” He kept working at your cunt, determined to get you to crack. You refused. “God, you are so fucking prideful.” He complained. You swore he knew exactly what to say to piss you off.

“I’m prideful? I’m not the one who-” he pushed your panties to the side and slid his middle finger into you, which caused you to let out a moan that would put a camgirl to shame.

Got her. He thought to himself.

“If you could only see yourself right now.” He mumbled against the skin of your throat before biting into the skin there. “A desperate slut begging me to make her cum. His free hand slid up from your clothed breast to wrap around your throat. "Isn’t that right?”

You were so overwhelmed that all you could do was nod.

“More.” you mumbled.

“What was that babygirl?”

“More.” you whined. He smirked against the skin of your shoulder, adding another finger and curling them upwards. “Fuck.” Your hand instinctively reached up to claw at his bicep, determined to keep him in place as he fingered you until you soaked the floor beneath you. He slid in a third finger, slowing his speed to let you feel the stretch. Your nails raked down the flesh of his arm, red marks being left in their wake. Bakugou grinned widely as he watched you fall apart beneath him. His eyes watched you like a wild tiger watched its prey before striking.

“Deku’s never seen you like this before has he?” He chuckled. Your blood would be boiling right now if you weren’t so desperate for him to rearrange your guts. His movements started to slow. Anger flooded you when you realized that he wouldn’t do anything until you gave him an answer. You shook your head and frantically clawed at him to move again. That wasn’t good enough for him. He moved again slowly. Just enough to make you miserably needy for him.

“No.”

“What’d ya say, baby?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Come on, use your big girl vocabulary. Full sentences. I’m not giving you what you want until you give me what I want.” Bakugou’s thumb languidly brushed over your clit.

“No.” You groaned. “No, he never-” You cut yourself off with a moan. “Izuku never fu- fuck that’s good- he never fucked me like this.” You were babbling, but Bakugou made no attempt to stop you. “It was so different with him that I-” He sped up, intentionally keeping you on the edge until you spilled all your secrets to him. It was sick, and you couldn’t stand him. But none of it mattered when it felt so right. “God, right there- I thought I was broken for a while.” You continued, caught between a dry chuckle and a low moan. “Now will you please shut up and rearrange my guts for me? The right way?”

His grin spread so wide it was almost sadistic. Katsuki quickly pulled your panties and skirt off, and flipped you over with a hand fisted in your hair.

“With pleasure.”

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #ns/fw #pronouns used: she/her/hers

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finleyjayne · 4 years

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Pain of Devotion

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Nudity, lack of immediate aftercare, Bucky is a dumbass for a good five minutes, but he’s a cute dumbass. Reader is also a dumbass, sub-drop, dd/lg vibes, swearing, cuteness, angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: ~1500

Summary: Bucky and Y/N finally take the next step in their courtship, What happens next though?

A/N: This is my first time writing anything close to smut so please be nice. Just a reminder that my ask box is open for requests and love. Also, special thanks to @star-spangled-beard-burn for helping me come up with a title when my brain decided to jump out the window this afternoon.

To Bucky, Everything was great. It was better than great. He had just had MINDBLOWING sex with the woman of his dreams. He was certain she was satisfied; both of you were almost incapable of moving from the absolute intensity of the experience. It was like nothing he had ever had. It wasn't even kinky, just sweet, loving, doting, vanilla love-making.

Bucky lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, praising everything that got him to this point. His euphoria flooded through his veins as he worked out a plan for what happens next. He definitely was going to have to have a repeat of this heaven he found himself in. As the haze left his mind, the rubber started to become extremely uncomfortable, prompting him to tidy himself. A deep groan left him as he walked to the en suite.

You, on the other hand, were struggling. Bucky had unquestionably fulfilled you. He was everything you had ever wanted from a partner, everything that you dreamed he would be. That didn't help the heaviness that had started to pile onto your chest. You knew that he wasn't going to be like any of your previous sexcapades. This wasn't a one night stand. He wasn't going to just up and leave you, especially not when you are high out of your mind, legs of jelly, and extremely vulnerable. Or that's what you thought. Then you realized he wasn't touching you anymore. At all. In fact, he was about as far from you as he could get on your king-sized bed.

Basking in your afterglow was impossible now that you noticed how far away Bucky was from you. 'Why was he so far away? Was he not happy? Is he regretting it? Is he going to leave now? How could you handle it if he didn't feel the same way?' Your brain kicked into complete overdrive when Bucky groaned and rolled out of bed, leaving you without a word.

It felt like the bed was no longer beneath you—the last fogs of your high leaving you as you immediately felt like you were going to vomit. The finality of the bathroom door clicking shut and the rush of water through the pipes in the wall were the last stones placed on your cairn. Your body was shattered into a million pieces—the noise of all your exes' nasty words flooded back into your brain. Of course Bucky wouldn't want to stay. Your body curled into the fetal position as you prepared for the inevitable noise of the shower.

Tears flooded down hot cheeks as you heard the sound of running water. You didn't even hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening before you were bombarded by Bucky's distressed voice.

"Shit! Y/N, what's wrong? What hurts?" Bucky's hands hover over you, you could feel the warmth of them, but it wasn't what you really wanted. What you desperately craved in that moment. The fact that he still wasn't touching you was the twist to the knife killing you. Were you really that gross that he couldn't bear to touch you?

All your exhausted body would do was sob into the pillow you had clutched onto, shaking your head no. Needless to say, this only brought Bucky into a higher panic, he couldn't see anything wrong with you. But something was up. Quickly as he could, Bucky grabbed the Minky blanket that sat in your window seat, carefully swaddling you up and lifting you.

"Hush Baby, I got you, We'll get you to medical. They will know what to do. How to make it better." The fear coating his voice barely hidden by his need to take care of you. To make sure he didn't really hurt you. To make sure that he didn't ruin the first good thing he has had in the last several decades.

You didn't hear any of this, though, and you definitely were not inclined to leave your bed, let alone your room, anytime soon. So when Bucky tried to lift you from the soft sheets, your resounding 'no' accentuated your desperate grasping hands. You clung to the sheets crying harder and writhing in Bucky's hold. He didn't want you. After all, he still wouldn't touch you without a barrier between your flesh and his.

"No, just leave Bucky. If you don't want to be here, then leave. Just leave me here like all of the rest. It's fine. I'm fine." You fought, trying to get back into the bed where you could cry out your disappointment.

Through your struggle, the fluffy blanket slipped. Bucky refused to let you fall. Finally, his hand touched your overheated, sensitive skin. That simple touch was a key to the door you had started stuffing all of your feelings into. It was a balm to the burn of perceived rejection. Your sobs ebbed, and you melted into your lover's arms. You flung your arms around his neck and clung to him. Afraid he would push you away.

Bucky was overwhelmed by this new development, and he stood frozen, his hands subconsciously stroking your back comfortingly, bringing you tight to his chest. Even with his heightened cognitive function, he couldn't grasp what had caused you to go from sobbing fighting mess to sobbing clinging mess. Finally listening to what you were saying, Bucky grips you even tighter, his metal arm slipping to your thighs, encouraging you to wrap around his waist, rocking and bouncing you in a soothing motion.

"Baby, I'm not going to leave you. Why would I leave the love of my life? You are my one, Y/N. You are my forever. I will stay until you tell me to go, but not if you are crying. I couldn't leave my best girl by herself when she is clearly in pain." He cooed in your ear, occasionally pressing kisses into your hairline. His arm rubbed your back, grounding you back into the moment.

As he started repeating himself, you finally caught what he said. choking out a whimper as you pull back to look into his face. "You love me?" you sniffle.

"Of course, Babygirl. Loved you for a long time now."

"Then why didn't you touch me? Why did you leave?" You simpered to him, tears reflecting the light from the soft light.

"I left to get a cloth and a glass of water for you. Where did you think I was going?" He answered, brushing off the little stars gently with his calloused thumb.

You shrug and grumble, "I dunno, thought you were done with me."

"Oh no, sweetstuff, I will never get tired of you. You're my best girl, you can't really believe I'd ever be done with my best girl, can you?" He gave you a stern look. When you tried to bury your face back in the comfortable hiding place of his neck, the hand that had been rubbing your back wound around your waist, holding you in place. "Nuh-uh, Babygirl, you gotta look at me when I'm asking you questions."

You look at him through your lashes as you gently speak. "I thought you were playing me. You didn't touch me before you got up."

"And that Is my fault, Babydoll, I should'a let you know where I was going. Now, do you still want me to leave, or was that just because you thought I wanted to leave?"

You gave him a panicky shake of your head, gripping onto him with both hands as hard as you can. "Okay, are you hurt?"

Another quick shake of your head had him releasing the tension you didn't realize he was holding. "Okay, good, that's good. Do you need more snuggles, or can I put you down for a bit so I can change the sheets?

You hold onto him tighter for a second before letting him go, looking at him for a few seconds expectantly.

"I'll take that as an affirmative for the latter," he says, chuckling, grabbing the glass of water off the nightstand where he left it before setting you in your sun chair. He handed you the glass, pulling the blanket that had sagged around your hips tight around you. He hurriedly changed the sheets.

Watching him struggle to keep the corners of the fitted sheet brought you to giggles, a light warmth flooding you as you realized that you were right. Bucky wasn't like any of your other partners. He was so much more, and you couldn't wait to be there with him through every step of your journey together.

My Lovelies: @buckys-broody-muffin @tossacoin2yourwitcher @beanisintrovert @megthemewlingquim (I wanted to make sure you two saw the post that I was referencing earlier.)

#Bucky Imagine #Reader Insert #bucky x y/n #Marvel fic #bucky barns x reader #marvel #This is my first time writing anything even close to this so be nice.#Hungry for this #fins' fic recs #fins reads #fins' recs #fins recs fics #fanfiction #so good

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nthngbxtfanfics · 4 years

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The MONSTA Office - IM (Changkyun)

START A RIOT

You suddenly felt something hitting your forehead. Looking down, you noticed a small piece of paper, crumpled into a small ball. Your eyebrows started to meet each other, as another crumple hit your face, this time closer to your eyes. Your eyes lifted to the direction it came from.

You met your coworkers eyes, who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. His smirk was hidden from the screen in front of him. Your eyes shot him a glare, being annoyed by the man sitting opposite from you.

You decided to ignore him and continued on your task. Changkyun didn’t like it and thought about a way to get your attention back. He nudged his foot against your leg multiple times. But you continued to act like you felt nothing. Your coworker clicked on his pen, while lifting his arm to push it in front of your face. He threw more paper crumples towards you, all abandoned on the floor.

A new idea plopped up in his head, he opened the intern chat function for the company and spammed your messenger with random sentences. First some random facts that plopped up in his mind then some stupid dad jokes. His last card were cringe pickup lines that he found on the internet.

You thought he grew bored as your messenger stopped giving you notifications. But you were wrong.

Changkyun was convinced he would get your attention, he tried one last thing. Even though he had to pull up all his encouragement and will power to do it.

“Y/N-ssi noona~ give me attention juseyo~” you couldn’t hold back the snort coming out of you, that was the last end of the straw. Your head met with the surface of your table, trying to hold back your laughter.

Despite being embarrassed by his attempt of doing aegyo, Changykun was still satisfied of you breaking your stone wall. A smirk placed over his lips as he stood up from his chair to examine your state. Your forehead still sticked to the wood and your shoulders were shaking from laughing.

“So, since I got your attention, wanna have some fun?” you lifted your head, as your laughter slowly died down. Brushing away the small tears from the corner of your eyes, you met your table mates eyes, who was waiting for your response.

A thought plopped up in your mind, why not annoy him a little? Your face became stone hard and a resting bitch-face placed over your features.

“No.” You looked him dead in the eyes. As the word left your lips, your eyes looked back down onto your screen. Missing Changkyuns reaction.

“Yah, Y/N-ssi~ I did not wasted my time, trying to catch your attention, only for you to respond like that. I called you a fucking Noona, even though I’m older than you!”

“Changkyun.” you exhaled before you continued your rant. But as you lifted your eyes back up, you only saw a pouting puppy with crossed arms in front of you. You couldn’t help yourself and feel defeated. No win for you this day. You hated it the most whenever Changkyun pulled out that card, but it’s better than him being some kind of perverted, horny teenage boy. “What do you want?” Changkyuns smile grew wide and his eyes started to sparkle, but were replaced in a matter of seconds into a devilish grin. His eyes got darker and his confident-level was rising.

You knew what it meant.

“I want you to get wasted with me, tonight!”

“Changkyun, I-”

“Nuh uh! You, me, that barbecue place and plenty of soju. Tonight! I want you to cancel all your plans cuz tonight is Changkyun time and all your attention will be on me” he emphasized every word with his circulating finger and the eyes of Satan. That just calls trouble for the whole night. The scenarios already playing in your mind, as your memories from the last time came up. The night just ended in Changkyun being the one completely wasted, throwing up all mixtures of alcohol he consumed that night, you taking him back to your Apartment, since you didn’t knew where he lived. And taking care of him for a whole day, because of his hangover. You also remembered what kind of drunk he was, a clingy motherfucker, who’s a mixture of I wanna cuddle you and I want my dick balls-deep in you. And you were sure you wouldn’t need that.

“Changkyun! I have to finish that and meet Shownu.” There was the pout again. His eyes narrowed at your low excuse, he just wasn’t having it.

“Is Shownu really more important than your best table and drinking mate?”

“Shownu is my boss and also yours, I can’t tell him no.”

“Who you can’t tell no?” a sudden presence made itself clear, you recognized the voice and turned your head to the person behind you. Speaking of said man, Shownu in his whole glory, stood behind you.

“Oh well-”

“Y/N-ssi, can’t finish the task today and was just too scared to cancel your meeting.” you shot Changkyun a glare as the male interrupted you and got amused by your little struggle.

“Y/N-ssi, I don’t mind, you can talk to me. If you can’t finish it, it’s ok. We can arrange it on a different day.” Shownu placed his warm palm on your shoulder, as you couldn’t hold back a curse under your breath. Gladly it went unnoticed by your boss.

“No Shownu-”

“Y/N-ssi, Shownu-hyung said it’s fine. Don’t worry.” the amusement rose within Changkyun and watched your frustration taking over your features.

“I’ll leave you then, come to my office when you’re done. You don’t have to tell Minhyuk to let you in. My doors are always open for you.” Shownu send you a warm smile, a pat on your shoulder and left you alone with Changkyun.

As soon as Shownu left, Changkyun couldn’t hold back his devilish laughter. “Looks like you’re free tonight, Babygirl! I told you to cancel all your plan. We’re going hard tonight!” a heavy sigh left your chest. You loved Changkyun, but going out with him is too risky for your well being. At this moment you just wished you had a boyfriend to avoid him, but it wouldn’t stop Changkyun anyway.

You leaned back on your chair, in the corner of your eyes you saw Jooheon walking by. You needed an excuse, an really good excuse to not go out.

“Jooheon!” you shouted, catching the males attention. Jooheon got startled by your sudden outburst. Changkyuns features grew hard, as he understood your attempts. But his goal was to get you for tonight and Jooheon won’t be the reason for his plans to get to waste. He watched you jumping up from your chair and walking straight to the overly confused Jooheon.

“Don’t you wanted me to look after your cats? Hm? Should I pick them up or should I stay at your place?” your small arm framed Jooheons shoulder, pulling him close to your side.

“Ehm. Y/N-ssi, that was last week you already looked after them.” his eyes grew wide as he noticed how close you were.

“Ah right, I forgot- ” you laughed nervously, catching glances at Changkyun “Don’t you want to visit your parents again? I can look after them though.” your arm grew tighter around him and Jooheon became flustered, not understanding the whole situation.

“Actually not. Why are you asking? Did you fell in love with Yoshi and Gucci?” your eyes glared at him annoyed, as a sneaky grin grew over his lips.

“Hey Jooheon!” you both turned to Changkyun. “Wanna have a drink tonight?”

“Yes! You see? You can go out with Changkyun and I take care of Yoshi and Gucci, ok?” you slapped Jooheons back, in an attempt to convince him.

“What the hell? As if they can’t stay alone for one night.”

“Y/N-ssi, I didn’t mean on going alone with Jooheon. I’m just inviting him to hang out with us.” Changkyun stood now next to you and Jooheon.

“Oh you both planned on going out? Why do you ask to take care of my cats then?” Jooheon turned to you and saw your displeased face.

“Yea Y/N, did you forget about our meet up?” Changkyun teasing voice, was like annoying elevator music in your ears. You shot him a glare, earning a chuckle from the male. Now all clicked in Jooheons head, your behavior made now sense to the male. His mouth shot slightly open, his head turned aside as he nodded it along. Jooheon knew what your problem was and was ready to add more fuel to your annoyed state. Why not help his best friend and tease the shit out of you.

“Changkyun, I’ll gladly accept your offer.” Jooheon nodded along his words and shot a smile towards you.

“So you guys shall plan your night, I’ll continue to work then ok?” you tried to sneak out and head to the restroom. But Changkyun caught your arm and pulled you back, to hinder your escape.

“No No Y/N-ssi~ Like I said, we three will hang out together.” You pulled your arm out of Changkyuns grip and tsked at his annoying grin. You said nothing and walked to the kitchen office. Both mens eyes followed your leaving figure, a smirk over both lips and an triumphed handshake, emphasizing their partnership in this crime.

You reached the kitchen, to make yourself some coffee. You needed to cool down.

“Why do I have to deal with them now?” you mumbled to yourself, as your coffee was getting ready.

“Do you mean Changkyun and Jooheon?” Your head snapped to the side as you got startled by the sudden voice.

“Hoseok~” you whined into the males side, you were glad he was next to you. Your forehead met the strong shoulder of your friend. Wonho laughed at your distressed state and patted your head. “They want to go out drinking again. Hoseok~ I can’t handle another night with Changkyun and now Jooheon is joining us. What should I do?” your forehead got replaced by your chin.

“Well, I can’t help you with that issue. I mean it’s Changkyun, he always gets what he wants and you know that.” Wonho prepared your coffee and made himself a cup too.

“I know...Can I get a hug? I need comfort.” you held your arms up, to signal your desire for his soft muscles. Wonho chuckled and pulled you in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness. He felt bad for liking it when you’re frustrated.

“Here you are!” your cuddle session got interrupted by the said man, Changkyun. You groaned as your arms separated themselves from the radiating warmth of Wonhos body.

“What do you want?”

“We have to discuss what food we’ll eat, you idiot.”

“Changkyun, I really don’t wanna go. I’d rather finish that task, talk to Shownu, go home, eat and sleep.” you took your cup of coffee and walked out of the office kitchen. Changkyun followed your steps and continued to annoy your remaining brain cells.

“Y/N-ssi, but I want to go get a drink with you. Y/N-ssi Noona~ Please go with me. Don’t you wanna go out with your cutest table mate? Honey-hyung wants to spend time with you too. Noona~ don’t ignore me juseyo~” Changkyun followed you throughout the whole day, annoying you with his aegyo voice. You ignored the male, but I wasn’t going to back down.. Changkyuns behavior amused the people around the office. By now, everyone knew what was going on between you and him. Until you walked into the kitchen a second time, this time both of you alone.

Kihyun concentrated on his task, he was glad that you and Changkyun have left. He grew annoyed by the Maknaes constant whining. Kihyun wanted to help you, but with Changkyun attached to your butt would have been his biggest struggle. Now, he was glad you both left and hoped you’ll do something about and talk some sense into the boy. Sadly, the peace in the office got destroyed as a loud crashing sound came from the, normally quite room. All heads looked towards the door of their shared kitchen. The whole floor grew quite, waiting for the next impact.

“Fuck.” It seemed like Jooheons word started a snow avalanche as loud noises, screaming, smashing and other non-human noises came from the kitchen.

“Leave me alone! For fucks sake!” your voice was loud and clear through those walls.

“No, only if you stop making excuses and go to that damn barbecue place with me!” Changkyun tried to be louder than you to overpower your voice.

“But I don’t want to go Changkyun, I have to finish that damn task!”

“Fuck that task! Fuck Shownu! I want you to fucking go and get fucking wasted!”

“I’d rather fuck Shownu than go and take care of your drunk ass!” Minhyuk snorted loudly, he tried his best holding back his laughter.

“My drunk ass is more entertaining than that task!”

“Changkyun! Maybe for you, since you can glue to my ass the whole night. But I’m not having it!”

“For fucks sake Y/N! Do what I’m telling you and go fucking out with me!” After this sentence, a loud noise erupted like an earthquake and many more. You threw everything that landed between your fingertips at Changkyun. More shouting erupted between you both. Madness, filled the small space, no one dared to go inside and stop you two. Too scared for their own life and then, the door smashed opened revealing a frightened man walking backwards in defense.

“Yah, Y/N-ssi put that down. Ow!” you hit Changkyun repeatedly with the towel in your hand. As you both walked out of the kitchen, you took new items to throw at Changkyun. The man looked to the side, the bin with shredded paper, looking at him, telling him to throw that at you. So he did and ran away afterwards. The content hit your face, coating the floor with little snippets. As your vision was clear again, you ran after Changkyun around the office. Changkyun tried his best to keep the distance between you two, pulling chairs behind him. Hiding behind coworkers, throwing more paper in to you. Yea it did looked childish, but that was kinda normal, especially when Changkyun goes onto your nerves. Normally he’s your chillest male friend who makes you laugh. But today, he either way someone put something in his coffee that turned him into an annoying brat or you just needed sleep.

You catched him after a two minute race and hit him multiple times. Changkyun tired to stop you, he wouldn’t hurt you and tried not to hit you. He found it quite amusing how he managed to make you go rampage on him. But when you hit a very sensitive spot, the grin on his face disappeared and was ready to go hard. But you got pulled apart before he could lift his arm.

Wonho pulled you away from Changkyun, stopping you from your outburst. And Changkyun got pulled away by Jooheon and Mihyuk, a startled look left on both your faces. Embarrassment creeped up in you and you could feel your cheeks heating up, coloring them in deep pink.

“I’m good.” Changkyun came back from confusion and pulled away from his friends.

“You both sure are a lot of trouble, look at the office.” Kihyun nagged at you two and pointed around the room, showing the mess you made. “Because of you, no one could concentrate and you both had nothing better to do then make this mess.”

Your head hung low out of embarrassment, Changkyun avoided the older ones eyes.

“Sorry.” you both said in unison. Kihyun nodded in response, as a sigh escaped his chest.

“What should we do about this mess now?” Jooheon questioned.

“Clean up. Both of you.” Shownu came into display, viewing the mess you both made. His voice was stern, but calm.

“But-”

“You made this mess together. I want you to clean up the mess and after you finished your shift, you both stay and do the work of Mrs Lee.”

“What?” Changkyun and you looked up to Shownu, disbelieved.

“I want you to take responsibility for this and get your punishment. I want to see you both tomorrow in my Office at 10.” Shownus gaze was strong and you felt small, but his eyes were more intense as they laid on you. You nodded and Shownu took it as a sign and left.

“You sure are a lot of trouble though.” stated Kihyun.

“Well Y/N-ssi you may have luck and Shownu-hyung and you will be alone so you can fuck him tomorrow.” Minhyuk laughed at his own joke, making the others snicker around him. More heat rushed to your cheeks and the redness becoming deeper. Your hands hid your face and Wonho hugged you from behind.

“I don’t wanna do this.” you whined as you squished the water out of the cloth in your hand.

“We could have been eating grilled meet at your favorite place with some nice drinks. But no you needed to start a fucking riot and brought us to this situation.” Changkyun wasn’t amused about the punishment not even by your whining. He himself wanted to be somewhere else.

“How could I not? You’ve been annoying me the whole day even though I told I don’t wanted to.” you were mad and threw the wet cloth onto the table and looked to the man.

“But I wanted to spend some time with you.” Changkyun stopped sweeping the floor as he met your eyes.

“But why?” the same frustration from earlier came back as Changkyun seemed to not back down from his wish.

“I wanted you to relax and have some time off. You’ve been working on this task like a madman, as if your whole life depended on it. You looked extremely slim, I thought you haven’t been eating well. All I wanted was to treat you and loosen up a bit.” Changkyuns words filled your chest guilt. He fiddled with his fingers as his head hung low, avoiding your gaze. You thought you wouldn’t be too obvious.

“Changkyun. I’m sorry.” were the only words you could tell him in this moment.

“Don’t be, I should’ve made a different approach and not annoy you till the end. But I knew you wouldn’t give in and I thought this would be the only option.” your feet dragged you to Changkyun, your arms flew out and embraced the man. Your arms squeezed his shoulders, mumbling a “Thank you” into his shoulder. You pulled back after some time and looked into his eyes. You both smiled warmly.

“Still wanna go out and eat? My treat.” Your smile grew wider followed by a nod.

“But first let’s finish here.” Changkyun nodded and stepped out of your embrace, walking away from you.

“Not without some entertainment.” your friend walked up to Minhyuks desk turning on the speakers, turning them as high as possible. Loud music filled the room together with your laughter.

“May I have that dance.” Changkyun stretched his arm out for you. You reached out, lying your fingers gently into his palm. He pulled you along onto a free space in the room. As the song switched the son Riot by Hollywood Undead started to play. And your cleaning riot had started.

Your day finished with a warm meal, alcohol in your system and a spaced out Changkyun on your lap.

What a day.

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kurooskitten · 4 years

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All Eyes on Me. [Kuroo Tetsurou]

A/N: i got inspiration for this while finishing my biochem hw packet 😗 and like, kuroo’s canonically really good at biochemistry so it works out

Summary: Kuroo sees you need a little more encouragement to get your work done.

18+ content ahead!

“Stressed” was an understatement.

You felt like you were being completely and utterly destroyed by your classes at the moment, and the fact that you had procrastinated so much on your biochemistry homework packet and didn’t pay much attention in class didn’t help either.

You had answered everything that you could with your note packet you had gotten in class, but as for anything the packet didn’t mention? You were stumped. Swamped.

As a last resort, you called your boyfriend.

“Yoww!” The greeting that could’ve usually made you giggle elicited no reaction from you.

“Hey, Kuroo? Can you come over?”

You hear shuffling on the other end of the line.

“Uhhh, practice just finished up. I can head over after everything’s taken care of back here if you’d like.”

You sighed in relief. “Please. I really need your help with this damned biochem homework.”

He chuckled. You were positive he was grinning on the other end. “Oh? Is my Kitten having trouble in class?”

You groan, sliding your hand down your face. “Oh, put a lid on it. I have other classes I’ve been worrying about, you know. Not everybody just ‘gets it’ like you do.”

“I’m only teasing you.” You hear more shuffling and a sigh escape from his lips. “Alright, you big baby, I’m on my way. Don’t give up till I get there, alright? I’m not doing the whole thing for you.”

“I know, I know. Just— hurry up, okay?”

He chuckled. “Alright. See you in a few. I love you.”

“I love you, too. See you soon.”

With that, the call came to an end, with you resting your head on your arms; a sound of distress escaping from your lips.

“Oh my goddddddd!”

——

If you were being completely honest, by the time the door bell rang, you’d only gotten about 5 more questions done.

‘It’s been half an hour and I barely scratched the surface!’ You groaned internally and dragged yourself to the door, looking up exasperatedly at your amber-eyed boyfriend.

“Who pissed in your cheerios?”

“The fucking science teacher.”

He let out a hardy laugh at your retort as he followed behind you back to where you set up shop in your living room; your textbook opened with others stacked beside it, your folder, an open notebook with a pen on it, highlighters, and the thick, 5 page packet you were currently working out of.

“At least you’re organized.”

You scoff and sat down next to the coffee table where you were seated, Kuroo sitting next to you and taking out his own supplies.

The tomcat was a lot more organized than people would give him credit for. His handwriting was neat and pleasing to the eye, his books were color coded, and he never forgot a single material needed to complete his work that night. His set up was much more minimalistic than yours, but contained the essentials nonetheless.

“I will never be able to get over how nice your handwriting is, Tetsu.”

He chuckled, grinning at you. “Stop gawking and get to work, you fiend.”

You huffed and turned to your packet, but couldn’t find the motivation or will to even pick the damn thing up. You could feel Kuroo's eyes flicker from the packet to your face multiple times before he sighed and shifted where he sat.

"You're gonna need some motivation, aren't you Kitten?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at the pet name he gave you, setting your face in your hands in an attempt to cool off your warming face. "I have no motivation to work right now, Tetsurou."

In response, he grinned. "How about we play a game, hm?"

You raise an eyebrow.

Kuroo says nothing, but instead pulls you to sit between his legs where his arms quickly found themselves around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a little squeak as his breath tickled the shell of your ear when he spoke.

“For every question you answer, I’ll reward you.”

One of his hands leaves the clasp of his other that sat at your waist to slip underneath your t-shirt and rub the skin that it hid. You felt yourself swallow a lump that was forming in your throat. “And if I get it wrong?”

“Doesn’t matter. We’ll go through and correct them later. For now, all that matters is that you start writing, Kitten.”

You nod shakily and inhale deeply to calm your nerves before sliding your packet over and grabbing your pen.

“What are the four types of organic compounds?”

‘Oh,’ you thought. ‘This is easy!’

As you wrote down your answer you couldn’t help but think of how much Kuroo’s presence (and his proposition) both motivated and calmed your nerves. ‘Boom. Carbohydrates, lipids, nucleus acids, and proteins.’

“Nicely done, Kitten.”

You feel the hand that had slipped underneath the edge of your top slide higher up, tracing where the underwire of your bra met your skin. The lips that were hovering above your ear began placing soft kisses in a trail all the way from behind it to the dip in your shoulder.

You felt yourself instinctively fall back into his touch, your head rolling to the side to give him more room to work, but he just chuckled against your skin and went to whisper in your ear again.

“Nuh-uh-uh, Kitten. You have to work.”

You let out a frustrated huff (which was borderline a whine) and attempt to collect yourself. ‘Okay,’ you thought. ‘’Explain the differences between a monosaccharide, disaccharide, and polysaccharide sugar.’’

You smiled slightly. You’ve seen all this material before. This was more review than anything. Why were you so stressed before?

You wrote down your answer.

‘Monosaccharides all have the formula C12H22O6 and a single ring structure. Disaccharides are double sugars with the formula C12H22O11. Polysaccharides are formed out of three or more simple sugar units.’

You feel yourself smile once again, however, it’s short lived as your boyfriend hums against your neck and begins groping your breast through the fabric of your bra. The hand that held you still in his lap abandoned its idle state to pop open the buttons of your jeans.

“Hahh ..”

“Get back to work, Kitten.”

You muster the best nod you can, and read the next quest from behind lidded eyes. “Explain two factors that can denature enzymes.”

You try to open your eyes wider so you don’t mess up writing. ‘Extreme pH values and extremely high temperatures.’

Kuroo doesn’t make a noise of approval this time, but instead slips his hand into your panties, rubbing circles onto your clit.

You find yourself gripping at his arm for support (even though you’re sitting down, laying against his built figure), as if letting go meant certain death.

His other hand busies itself with undoing your bra clasp, sliding the cups underneath your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Oh my god—“

He licks a long stripe from the juncture of your neck to the middle of your ear, biting down on the cartilage.

“One more, babygirl. All I want is one more.”

You could feel your face flush an even deeper shade of red at his words and the feeling of his own arousal pressing against your back. You struggled to form your next words.

“I— I can’t, fuck-“

The sound he lets out at your whine is scarily similar to that of a cat purring. “I know you can. C’mon. One. More.”

As some extra encouragement, he speeds up his fingers on your clit, adding an extra to slide down and push at your entrance ever-so-slightly.

You inhale shakily, and grip your pen with a deathly tight grip, hoping it will keep you from dropping it mid-sentence. You knew Kuroo would stop if you didn’t give him one more answer, and you wouldn’t let that happen.

You could barely make out the question on the paper. “List the major functions of proteins in the body.”

‘Easy enough,’ you thought to yourself, your very own thoughts barely coherent as your mind fogged up with pleasure like a mirror in a bathroom when the shower was running.

‘Growth, repair, energy formation, and to act as a buffer to help keep the body’s pH constant.’

You felt Kuroo grin against your neck one more as he muttered a good job and pushed the lingering finger into you, slowly pumping itself in and out of your body. You whine quietly at the feeling, knowing that last question you answered was your ticket to bliss.

“Take off your shirt for me, baby.”

You sit up slightly, trying not to dislodge the finger inside of you and shed your shirt; tossing it haphazardly to some forgotten corner of the room. Your bra soon follows, sliding the straps off your shoulders to bare your chest to your lover.

He gently gropes your mounds before sliding that calloused hand up your chest to grip your jaw softly, turning your face to his. He stares into your eyes for a moment, those amber eyes now molten pools of gold— both glazed and brimming with lust and desire.

He lowers his face to yours, kissing your lips hungrily as his ministrations on both your breasts and clit become quicker. The finger inside your walls becomes more accurate, and you can’t help but spreading your legs more in a way to let your boyfriend reach further inside of you.

All of your cries and moans were swallowed eagerly by the raven haired tomcat of a boy who was intent on kissing and biting your lips swollen and raw. He neglected his own erection to reward you for you hard work— your own satisfaction more important than his own.

A second finger was added, stretching you out deliciously as you clenched around it in earnest. You pulled away from Kuroo to let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and he just grinned that cheshire grin of his before taking to your neck to leave a large hickey where no one would be able to see but you and him.

Your pants grew labored and your moans increased in volume as Kuroo carried you towards release, shutting your eyes and letting the tingly sensation of the build up envelope your body.

Kuroo pulled away from your neck to growl into your ear huskily.

“Go on, cum for me, Kitten. Cum on my hand. I know you want, too. You deserve it.”

You found yourself gripping his arm a little tighter this time around, your nails digging crescent moons into his bicep as you bit your puffy and red lips to try to stifle the noise, the effort ultimately failing as your jaw dropped open to let the noise of pleasure out from the depths of your throat.

“Look at me, Kitten. Let me see your face.”

You turned your head best you could as your eyes fluttered shut, although you were able to catch the predatory look that lingered in his eyes. You heard Kuroo groan as you spasmed around his fingers— your moan catching in your throat and turning into a broken whine. He never let up in the motion of his hand while you came, determined to help you ride out your high to the fullest.

When you finally stopped squirming in his grasp, he pulled his fingers out from your panties and removed his hand from your swollen breasts. You opened your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s who quickly slipped the digits still covered in your slick into his mouth, keeping eye contact all the while. You felt yourself involuntarily whining at the sight and he just chuckled.

“Now, how about we get you cleaned up and then finish this packet, yeah? I think you’re motivated enough now.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. God, did you love this man.

#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #not sfw #writing

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for-emilia · 4 years

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Never Too Far Away.

Emilia had always been a bad sleeper. Ever since she was young she’d struggled with her sleep, it was something she became accustomed to. Countless sleepless nights haunted her and became standard but she always knew sleeping next to someone helped send her off to sleep better than any medications or home remedies. Once she met Dele, sleeping wasn’t such a task for her anymore, she found comfort in the warm weight beside her every night, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his legs tangled with hers. It felt safe and like home, finding herself drifting off in his arms with little difficulty. However, the insomnia still crept up.

The first time Dele was introduced to the battle, he’d been asleep next to her for a couple of hours completely none the wiser. They were only a few months into being ‘exclusive’, still adamant on taking it slow even though neither of them liked the thought of spending the night away from each other (and rarely did). She came over after Dele had finished training and they made dinner together since Harry and the other occupants of the house weren’t home, followed by a friends marathon, long forgotten once Dele had a hand pinning her wrists above her head and the other gripping her throat, payback for pushing her ass into him non stop throughout the episodes. Like most nights, they ended up moving from the sofa to their Dele's bed, sweaty and exhausted after a few rounds, usually passing out with limbs tangled together. But not tonight. Her boyfriend’s eyes fluttered open as a result of her shuffling around a little, accidentally pressing her cold foot up against his shin.

“You okay?” Dele mumbles out, looking up to see no signs of sleep on Emilia’s face. She’d clearly pulled on Dele’s hoodie from earlier, nuzzling her nose into the neckline as she turned away from him. “Yeah Del, go back to sleep,” she smiles half heartedly at him, reaching to slightly turn down the TV that was still playing in the background so he could rest. He takes that as a sign and sits up reaching down to pull his joggers on so they could get properly comfy again. “Mm what’s up? Have you slept at all?” He asks suppressing a yawn while looking over to the clock on the wall, 3:23am. “It’s fine Dele, you’ve got training tomorrow, sleep bebe,” she spoke out, shooting him a sincere look and pulling out her phone. “Hey, look at me,” he said, reaching over to lock her phone and put it back on the nightstand, “Why can’t you sleep? Have I done something wrong? Talk to me,” Dele whispers into the room, pulling her closer to him and that’s just what she did.

She talked him through the years of sleepless nights and exhaustion, brushing it off like it’s not a big deal as Dele strokes her hair and kisses her forehead every so often. “So yeah.. I’ve been fighting insomnia my whole life,” Emilia smiles softly up at him as her quiet story comes to a close. “I’m sorry, pretty girl,” Dele cuddles her in further, thinking for a second before speaking out again, “You’ve tried fighting it, so let’s try and make friends with it.” She cocks her eyebrow in confusion before realising what he was doing.

Dele tucked her into his side just how she liked most, with their legs tangled together and her head resting on his heart. She’d explained that she couldn’t sleep without noise so he decided to take that into his own hands, letting Friends still play as backup but starting his own monologue to drift her off to sleep. Thinking of topics he could drabble on about absentmindedly to send her asleep, not keep her up, his mind wandered to his tattoos, knowing she loved hearing the stories and meanings behind them all, tracing them whenever they’re lying together in silence.

“We’ll start with your favourite shall we? Little Bamm-Bamm,” he started, voice barely above a whisper as he progressed through his tattoos, taking his time and keeping his voice low as the consistent rumble pushed his girlfriend further towards sleep. He spent about an hour in total talking over his tattoos, the stories she could tell herself she’d heard so many times but he knew she’d never be sick of hearing them and it’d relax her. Gradually he felt the weight on his chest increase and the small movements of the girl next to him coming to a halt. “I’ve come to the end of my tattoos but you’re lying where the most important ones will be,” he drops his voice lower, half expecting a response from Emilia but nothing gives so he continues, realising he’d eased the fight and lulled her to sleep, “if everything goes my way and the world is on my side, I’m going to marry you.. We’ll have children and I’ll put their dates of birth over my heart, along with yours.” He sucks in a breath, even talking these things out into an empty room felt scary but he meant every word of it. With one final look down to his girlfriend, he turned Friends up slightly so the noise was audible now he wasn’t talking and snuggled down alongside her.

Another time it happened, their first son Isaiah was 6 months old and already a handful. Their boy had just started teething, turning the happy, giggly boy into a restless, sad bundle of tears. He was energetic at the best of times, waking up at the arse crack of dawn and clearly not having the word ‘nap’ in his vocabulary, so sleep wasn’t common in the Alli household, but this was a different kind of tired.

A crying baby when you can’t do much to help was soul destroying, both Dele and Emilia wanting to take it all away and relieve their little angel of his pain, but all they could do was listen to his cries and try to accommodate him. After Sally had recommended they froze some yogurt and gave it to Isaiah, it had become a bit easier for him to deal with, eventually making the pain in his mouth manageable enough to sleep through the whole way for a few nights in a row. But Emilia couldn’t do the same.

They weren’t sure if it was the stress of Isaiah or just a general dip but she found herself awake once again. She tried to hide it from Dele, letting him get the rest he deserved while he still could, but by now Dele had grown a sixth sense and his body woke him up, sensing his wife wasn’t asleep next to him. He first grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, startling her slightly since she thought he was still asleep before mumbling into her neck “you want to talk about anything?”. He knows she rarely does but the offer is always there in case something is on her mind, not just insomnia. “Nuh uh,” she shakes her head, assuming her position on his chest, already feeling a little more relaxed than a minute ago.

Dele didn’t ask about it, becoming a seasoned professional at talking the insomnia away over the years, so he didn’t even think before starting his ramble. “Yknow, I was thinking this morning, wouldn’t it be ironic if he went on to become a dentist,” he giggled out, his chest shaking under his wife’s head for a second as she laughed out an exhale and started dragging her nails across his chest. “I wonder what he’ll go on to do in his life.. Maybe he’ll solve world hunger.. Maybe he’ll cure cancer..” Dele talked out, his ideas plucked out of nowhere, jumping from extremity to extremity. “He’s quite a good drawer, maybe he’ll be an artist and have his work in galleries around the world.. We need to buy him new crayons, the ones we have now keep snapping.” He droned on about their son for a few hours, Emilia barely taking in what he was saying but catching the odd idea and smiling at the thought of her boy taking after his dad but playing for Chelsea, or being a world renowned brain surgeon.

The soft rumble of Dele’s voice mixed with the comforting ideas of the wonderful things their baby could achieve relaxed her mind and sent her to sleep against her husband’s heartbeat, stopping listening as he spoke out to himself about when they should next take Isaiah in to see the Chelsea boys. She felt safe.

Emilia’s second pregnancy was rough to say the least. They’d spent more nights awake talking to the insomnia in those 9 months alone than they had the rest of their relationship combined. Between the ‘morning’ sickness that lasted all day and the constant heartburn and painful relentless kicks to the bladder, she was exhausted but her body wouldn’t let her sleep. She didn’t often wake Dele up purposefully when she got like this but with the baby kicking mercilessly she couldn’t help it.

“Del.. Handsome.. Dele,” she whispered against his bicep, getting increasingly louder until he woke from his sleep. “Hi gorgeous, you okay?” he yawns out, glancing up and down first of all checking she hadn’t gone into labour. “Mhm, jus’ can’t sleep,” she sighed, snuggling into the space he’d freed on his chest, “madam is driving me insane.” That comment was punctuated with a hard kick that even Dele could feel up against his hip bone.

“What are you doing up still? Little attention seeker,” he leaned down to the bump and joked out, making both parents giggle. “Not even born yet and already stealing the limelight,” Emilia joined in as Dele helped her maneuver to a position they could lie in so Dele could hold the bump without having a dead arm in 20 minutes time. They’d noticed almost as soon as their babygirl became hard to handle and squirmy, she could only be calmed and soothed by Dele’s voice and the soft patterns he’d draw on Emilia’s stomach. Without a second thought, Dele started talking out into his wife’s hair.

“I want her to have your eyes, the sweetest shade and the most perfect big cat eye shape, the door to you the soul intertwined with mine, the cheeky little glint nobody can resist,” he stared drawing out the shape of an eye repetitively on the left side of her bump where the kicks appeared most often. “I want her to have the prettiest, cheekiest smile just like Issa has, the big full lips they’ve fortunately inherited from you, with the little cute turned up sides and the dimples just like her mama,” he drew out a few smiley faces littered across the underside of the bump where their daughter liked to push down on Emilia’s bladder at the most inconvenient times. “I hope she is as caring as you are, willing to do everything for someone she loves, a selflessness I’ve never seen in anyone else,” he traced out a big heart on the centre and a few small ones on the skin surrounding it. “I hope she has your drive and determination, the ability to stand up for what she believes in and never back down, a strength that we won’t have to worry what she goes through because she’ll pull through and have the ability to face the hardest things in the world, just like you have,”... he continues on for hours, this time more speaking to himself than the insomnia, the baby, or his wife. He felt so lucky.

When he glanced up and realised two hours had passed, not knowing how long ago Emilia had drifted off to sleep or how long it’d been since the baby had stopped kicking, he decided to join his two girls in dreamland, hands still stroking mindlessly over the bump.

With Dele’s job came a lot of international and national travel, staying in hotels and catching flights nonstop which was copious amounts of fun for the singletons of the squad but both Emilia and Dele hated it and the hatred only grew and grew each time he left. Of course it was easier for Emilia to sleep with the mass of Dele beside her but now Dele had become accustomed to it as well, obviously not in the same way as Emilia but it was a comfort all the same. Dele didn’t mind being away for the most part, what he found the worst was knowing Emilia was 200 miles away or 3,000 miles away depending on the severity of the trip, trying to sleep without Dele beside her.

The first time he left and the effects really hit her, he spent 3 nights away and by the 2nd night, he received a sheepish text at 2am reading ‘You up?’ knowing immediately what was up. If he spent the next two nights talking Emilia to sleep on the phone in the hotel lobby, nobody had to know.

They both knew if the gaffer found out he’d slap Dele fifty times around the head so Dele had to get creative. He left a few months later to France for a 4 day trip with England, nervous as to whether his plan would work but hopeful nonetheless. The days leading up to his departure, he’d snuck away Emilia’s phone and recorded 5 different lengthy voice memos, hidden away into the app nobody used, discussing different things:

‘The places I want to travel with you and why’ 38:06

‘The places we have already travelled to and why I loved it’ 43:54

‘Little things you do for me that I don’t thank you for often enough’ 51:12

‘My version of what happened on our first date’ 35:21

‘Incase you ahem miss me ;)’ 21:56

He didn’t want to make a big deal of it so he wrote out a little note explaining to look in the voice memo app of her phone (even directing her where the app was because it took him some trouble finding it the first time) and to plug her headphones in. Dele hid it in the draw he knew held her night time skincare where she’d certainly find it before she retired to bed. He felt so much less on edge knowing she’d be able to sleep better or at least relax while he wasn’t there.

The two of them never spoke about it after the first time, she’d rang him with a sniffle she tried to hide, thanking him for being so thoughtful and jokingly scolding him for stealing her phone on 5 separate occasions. From that point on, every time Dele left for a trip, new voice memos magically appeared without a word in her new favourite app alongside the old ones, a gesture nobody but the pair had to know about but something that meant the world. She couldn’t explain how grateful she felt to feel so safe and cared for, that someone would work so hard and be so thoughtful as to make friends with the things that haunted her, even from the otherside of the world. Knowing that no matter what happened or what time it was, the love of her life was never too far away <3

#hope you enjoyed hehe #ily

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fandom-collective-writers · 5 years

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Reader x Vanderwood - Good to be Home

Title: Good to be Home

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Character: Vanderwood

Genre: ;)

Warnings: it smecci

Kinks: PHONE SEX, dirty talk, masturbation, vibrator, edging, dont worry theres actual sex in here, standing sex, daddy/babygirl (name calling)

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2000 words

Requested by: Anon!

Quote: Smut quote “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

Shameless self-promo: check out my blog here!

Other comments: DAMN i been thirsting for some vanderwood smut lately ngl and i was really happy when i saw this request~ 11/10 for this motivation image – I did have to edit the prompt a bit to make it fit! also, posting it a few hours early because i have to sleep early! hope you enjoy~

You are about to wash some dishes when an unknown number calls your cell. This is not something uncommon. Seeing as Vanderwood was on missions all the time, he was not allowed to have a personal cell number. Instead, he called you from any phone available – hence the unknown numbers.

After quickly taking the gloves off, you answer the call. “Vanderwood?”

There is a moment of silence that makes you question if it’s actually him, but then you hear the token grunt he makes before he sits down. “Hey.” His voice is low and raspy, and you’ve almost forgotten the roughness of it because he has been away for so long. “What are you doing?”

You pad over to the couch and sling your legs over the arm. “Nothing real–”

“Good. Can you do something for me?”

It is less of a question and more of a command – you immediately sit up, thinking that something is wrong. “Are you okay?”

When the line goes quiet, your heart starts to thunder.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I have some time to myself and wanted to talk to you.”

Exhaling slowly, you relax and rake your fingers through your hair.

Vanderwood laughs on the other side and you hear brief shuffling. “Did you get worried?”

“Well– yes! I don’t know what could happen to you while you’re out there. I just… get anxious when you do that silence thing.”

“Silence thing?”

Curling some hair around your finger, you bite your lip. “Well… sometimes you go quiet before you respond to things, and I just jump to the worst conclusions.” It feels good to get this off of your chest – you feel relieved now that you have shared it with him.

“You don’t have to worry about me. Alright?”

“Okay… What was that thing you wanted me to do?”

You can almost hear the smirk stretching across his lips. “It’s in the bedroom. I left a surprise for you before I left. Go check it out.”

Now excited, you jump off the couch and make your way to your room. “Where is it?”

“Nightstand on my side. Top drawer. Has a big red bow on it. You really can’t miss it.”

Keeping the phone under your ear, you sit on the bed and open the drawer as instructed… but you are not expecting to find a hot pink vibrator with a red ribbon bow tied around the top. You pick it up, half gasping as you touch it, and then turn over the card to read the message on it. So you don’t get lonely. -V

“Do you like it?”

You struggle to find your words, but then manage a weak yes.

“Why don’t you try it out?” He is trying to reign in his laughter. “But stay on the phone.”

At his comment, you completely flush. “You mean like… phone sex?”

“Yeah. You want to try it?”

Now, your heart is racing for a completely different reason. It is hard to say you are not tempted to agree, but also, you have never tried anything like this before. Still though, you lean back against his pillow and clutch the vibrator with one hand. “Are you going to tell me what to do?”

Vanderwood swallows hard. “Are you going to listen, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy~”

It was too easy to not reply with the name, and you know that Vanderwood likes it. “Hhh… take your underwear off. They’re going to be soaked otherwise–”

As fast as you can, you kick off your shorts and panties, leaving you only in your shirt and bra. As you spread your legs apart, you take the ribbon off and toss it into the corner of the room. “Okay. Now…?”

“Turn it to the lowest setting and rub it against your inner thighs. Don’t think about touching your pussy just yet,” he demands, his voice on edge.

You wonder if he’s getting off while listening to you, and just thinking about it makes your stomach flip. “Why not?”

“Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean I can’t edge you.” More shuffling comes through the line, but then his voice cuts through the white noise. “Be a good girl and listen to me. I’ll help you feel good.”

His voice drips with temptation and is completely irresistible. You want to hear him say everything, and you will gladly do it as well. So you press the round button, turning the toy on. It vibrates in your hand, and before Vanderwood can remind you what to do, you rub the head over the inside of your thighs. It’s so close to your clit, that you are tempted to disobey Vanderwood, but you decide against it. As the rubber touches your skin, it sends electric pulses to your core.

A moan slips from your lips, but you cover your mouth and hope that Vanderwood does not hear it. He does though, and snickers in response to it. “Aroused already? When was the last time you touched yourself?”

Swallowing the urge to shove the vibrator into your folds, you whimper softly. “It’s been.. a while.”

“A while?”

“Since you left.”

You hear Vanderwood stand up. “You haven’t fucked yourself in a month?”

“Vanderwood! Don’t say it like that.”

“Turn the vibrator off.”

“But–”

“Turn. It. Off.”

Whining you push the button and turn the toy off. You let it fall from your hand and you slump down into the bed. “Well now you’re going to make me wait more?”

“You’re going to regret telling me that, baby girl. Turn it back on to the third setting and put it directly on your clit. But don’t grind against it, just let the vibrator do its job.”

This sounds like torture, but you do it anyways and press the head between your folds. The second it touches your bud, you throw your head back and moan. This setting is much stronger than the first one, and you immediately feel your muscles tense. “V-Vanderwood, please–”

“Nuh-uh. Drag it across your cunt. Slowly.”

“D-Daddy…”

Vanderwood grunts. “Do it.”

You relent and do as you are told. The toy slides against you, and you realize that you are already more wet than you expected. It feels amazing, especially since you have not indulged in something like this in a while. Still, you wish that Vanderwood were there to do it himself. You miss his warmth and the way he drags his calloused fingers over your skin.

“I can’t hear you moaning. Louder.”

So you set the phone down and put it on speaker phone. Even though he never gave you specific permission, you grind the head against yourself, making your clit pulsate. “I–I’m going to cum–”

Vanderwood exhales sharply. “Keep going.”

You put a leg up and turn on your side slightly. Muffling your moans with the pillow, you whine, praying that you’ll reach your release soon. Vanderwood licks his lips and groans. “Turn the vibrator off.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. Turn it off.”

“But–”

“Babygirl…”

You’re about to cum, but you know that you’ll moan the second you do, so you turn the toy off and drop it. Your legs are shaking and your high escapes quickly. “Why did you–”

But before you can finish your question, Vanderwood pushes the door to your bedroom and walks in. He’s holding the phone in one hand and the other is hanging loosely off of the waistband of his pants. While keeping his gaze locked with yours, Vanderwood smirks. “Hey baby girl. Miss me?”

His voice echoes through your phone, and he hangs up before closing the distance between you and him. Vanderwood grips your wrists and pulls you up from the bed. “V-Vanderwood! You didn’t tell me you were coming home!”

He smirks and catches your lips in a deep kiss. “I had to get you warmed up. It’s been too long since we did this…” Vanderwood pushes you against the frame of your canopy bed and takes a moment to remove his shirt. The hidden holsters are still strapped to his muscular arms and toned chest. He does not bother to take them off, and you aren’t really complaining because they rather turn you on.

You move to help him with his belt, but Vanderwood grips your hands once more and keeps you pinned down. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down just enough so that his cock is exposed – it is erect and dripping with precum.

He’s been here all along, you realize. He wanted to tease me and get me ready for this.

“You ready?”

Even if you say yes, you are definitely not ready for the sensation of Vanderwood stretching you. Somehow, he is larger than you remember, and you cry out as his tip rubs against your slick walls. He grips your thigh and pulls your leg to rest over his hip, giving him more access to your cunt.

You don’t dare hold back this time. Moans fall from your lips as Vanderwood thrusts into you. The bed creaks, so you throw your arms over his shoulders and drag your nails across his shoulder blades. “I missed you so much…”

Vanderwood grinds against you, pushing himself deep into you – he hits the spot that he knows makes you go insane. “Yeah? I can tell. Your pussy is pulsating around me.” His caramel hair falls over his eyes, so you push it back quickly and smile at him.

“V–Vanderwood–”

He nips the skin of your collarbone. “Yes baby girl?”

“Are you going to edge me again?”

“Hm…” Vanderwood tips his head back slightly when you clench down on him tightly. Biting his lip, he digs his fingertips into the supple flesh of your thigh. “How badly do you want to cum?”

You whine and arch your back against him. “Really bad…”

“Oh?”

“Daddy please.”

Again you say that, and again Vanderwood has a hard time restraining himself. Every time the name falls from your lips, he wants to fuck you senseless – but Vanderwood swallows the fantasies and saves them for another day. He bends his head to meet your nipple, and after giving it a soft lick, he teeths on it.

“Say that again. I’ve missed your voice.”

Your mind goes blank as he grips you tightly. You have forgotten how skilled he is with his tongue – it rolls over your skin as he sucks and bites on you, marking you, teasing you. “D-Daddy!”

“Fuck,” he groans in response. “Cum.”

“What?”

Vanderwood leans down against you and kisses the soft skin behind the back of your ear. “Cum for me.” His hand slips down to grab your ass, and he pushes you down harder onto his cock. It rubs against your most sensitive spot, and you tense before releasing – almost on command.

He bucks back and forth, now panting heavily, and his hair tickles your skin. Just as you feel his muscles contracting inside of you, Vanderwood pulls out and pumps himself hard. Still in a daze, you close your eyes and feel his seed paint your skin. It is warm and dribbles down your stomach.

As you come to it, Vanderwood presses his forehead against yours. “Damn… it’s good to be home, baby girl.” He pulls out and you slump against him.

“You had to do the whole fiasco to tell me that?” You laugh and pull him down for a sloppy kiss.

His arms wrap around your waist and he brings you flush against his chest. “Is that suggesting that you aren’t happy I’m back? Well this is awkward then.”

“No! Of course I’m happy you’re home–”

Vanderwood slaps your bare ass, making you yelp. He steps back and takes his pants and underwear off completely. “Then let’s clean up. I want to spend time with you tonight.” With that, he winks and pads off to the bathroom.

You lean back against bed frame and inhale slowly.

Damn he looks good walking away from you.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mystic messenger vanderwood #vanderwood #mysmes vanderwood #;)

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hollandsmushroom · 5 years

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Insecurish

Hello Lovelies!!! This is my first time writing on here or really anywhere so, yea sorry it kind of sucks.

Calum Hood x Reader

Word Count: 2852

Summary: You get insecure and Cal shows you just how much he loves you and your body

Warnings: This is really really really bad so be warned, First time writing smut so Bad Smut I guess, Swearing, All turned into pure teeth rotting cotton candy Fluff

“Cal” you called out as you entered the door, hanging up your coat and setting your keys on the entry table, you received silence in response to your shout. Deciding the most likely place for him yo be was in the living room you headed that way. As you walked into the living room of your house you saw Cal sitting on the sofa entranced by whatever was on the television. Duke nestled into his side and his head rested on the back of the couch and wearing the pink Elvis shirt he knew you loved so much, he looked effortlessly delicious. Duke’s small head perked up at the sight of you but your presence went unnoticed by Cal. Your eyes fell to the TV to see what he was seemingly captivated by, landing on the screen and saw a bunch of bikini clad girls with picture perfect bodies, he seemed so interested in watching the show and not paying attention to anything else, you couldn’t remember the last time Cal’s gaze had devoured you like that, the last time he looked at you like he never wanted to stop. Your deep set insecurities awakened inside of you as you started to over think the scene in front of you. Little to your knowledge Calum wasn’t paying any attention to what was on the screen, he was lost in his most common reverie, you. His favorite thing to think about, the thing that he thinks about most, you, clothes, no clothes, mostly in his arms though, he was infatuated with you and has been ever single day of your 4 year relationship. Yet at this point in time as you gazed at him from the doorway of the room you couldn’t see that and your previous happy persona faded to a point of self doubt. Not only had your insecurities rose up inside you, the need to just be with him tonight also arose. You pulled out your phone and texted your best friend asking if they were okay with canceling your plans to go out tonight, and of course they responded with and immediate yes, asking if you were okay, you responded with a simple yes.

“Hey Cal,” You spoke finally walking into the room, your voice snapped him out of his daydream and he looked at you, a look of pure adoration graced his soft features at the sight of you, he gestured for you to come closer and you complied.

“Hey baby,” Cal grinned at you, grabbing your hand as soon as you got close enough for him to reach you and pulling you down onto his lap catching your lips with his is a soft gentle kiss “I missed you today”

“And I you, my love” you pulled back from his lips and he started working his lips along your jaw with light butterfly kisses "I am not going out tonight"

"Huh, why not, I thought you were going out with your friend" he mumbled into your skin

You sat back on his lap looking him up and down, sadness clouding in your mind when you thought of the way he looked at those girls on the screen, it wasn’t that you doubted that Calum loved you, or that you thought he would cheat, it was that you just couldn’t see why he was with you, because when you looked in the mirror you didn’t see something worthy of being loved. That isn’t what Cal saw when he looked at you, he saw his world, his love, the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Cal saw the sadness hidden behind your irises as you avoided his gaze, taking interest in playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Hey, baby girl, what’s wrong?” he asked lifting your chin up to gently force you to meet his gaze.

“I just don’t feel well” you mumbled still not meeting his eyes

“Baby,” he hummed running his thumb along your cheek “Look at me” finally you lifted your gaze to meet his dark orbs clouded with worry, “What’s going on” concern evident in his voice.

Finally with a hint of shame weaving its way through your words you spoke lowly “I am just feeling insecure” that wasn’t the answer Cal was expecting, you could tell this by the way that his eyebrows knitted together in confusion and his chin tucked back indignantly.

“Why are you insecure? Did someone say something to you?” he was angered at the thought of someone intentionally making you feel bad about yourself.

“No, no, umm, it’s not that” you knew that you insecurities were foolish but you couldn’t help the way you felt

“Then what is it, love”

“Well, when I first walked in the house I called out for you and you didn’t respond, so umm, when I walked in here I saw you looking at the TV at all those perfect girls and looking completely infatuated that you didn’t even hear me, I guess i just started, kind of second guessing myself” you spoke fast, your words kind of jumbled from embarrassment.

“That’s what made you insecure?” Calum asked seemingly confused and letting out a slightly amused chuckle because he knew what he was really thinking about while he stared at the TV.

“I know, it’s dumb,” you said as you hid your face in the crook of his neck

“No, babygirl, I would probably be a little insecure if I came in the house to find you so distracted by half naked ripped men to respond to me” he hummed “I laughed because I was watching The Great British Bake Off but I zoned out and the show must have changed”

“What were you thinking of when you zoned out?” you asked, his cheeks tinted pink with a light blush

“Only my favorite thing to think of” he stated smirking at you

“Why would you think about Duke and your bass when Duke is next to you and your bass is in the next room?” you questioned in a serious tone, he looked down at you incredulously only to see the mirth dancing in your eyes causing him to chuckle.

“I was thinking about you, baby”

“What exactly were you thinking about me,” you asked as your lips brushed his neck sending a shiver down his spine

“Well you weren’t wearing clothing for starters” he said as your lips kept working on his neck listening to his words, that was until you back met the cushions of the sofa and Calum was hovering over you.

Calum decided it was his turn to love on you while he proved his love for your body and fulfilled his daydreams. Calum attached his lips to the sweet spot on your neck, his lips working wonders and leaving a noticeable mark on your skin, you let out a soft yelp when his teeth softly nipped at the tender skin which he immediately soothed over with his tongue.

“Cal” you softly moaned as he slowly worked his way down to your chest

“Mmhmm” he mumbled his lips still flush with your hot skin

“I need you” you mumbled

“I need you too, I need to show you that I cherish you, and that I love every bit of you” He pulled his lips away from your skin and tugged on the hem of your shirt, his eyes asking if it was okay to remove. You nodded your head granting him permission to remove the item of clothing.

As soon as your shirt was off Cal went back to work on your neck while undoing your bra with his hand that he had slid behind your back. When the clasp finally came undone he softly slid the straps down your shoulders and removing the cups from your breasts. Calum felt his cock twitch in pants at the sight of your breast, he sat back on his heels to admire the masterpiece he saw as your body. You saw how intent his stare was on you and lifted your hands from your sides to cover yourself, before you could Calum caught your hands.

“Nuh-uh babygirl, I am not done looking yet” he said with lust and love “God baby, I love your body so fucking much, its just so fucking perfect” he leaned down and captured your right nipple in his mouth, he removing his hands from yours so one could go play with your left breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. The other hand went to grasp your hip, running his thumb up and down your skin.

His teeth gently bit down onto your nipple causing a louder moan to emit form your mouth and your eyes to snap closed and your back to unintentionally arch. As quick as his lips had started working wonders on your breast they were gone. You opened your eyes about to ask what he was doing when his lips started to work their way down your abdomen. Calum hooked his middle and index fingers into the waistband of your pants pulling them down quickly. You were left in your panties and nothing else, Calum still above you but repositioning so his face was in-between your legs.

“Can I taste you baby?” his voice deeper than usual

“Oh god, yes please Cal, please just touch me” your heat was throbbing even more at the sight of him between your thighs.

“Your wish is my command” he whispered. He placed kisses along the waistband of your panties, down the juncture of your leg and your pubic mound. He nipped at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs making you squeal slightly because it tickled, you heard a laugh from Cal in reaction to the noise you made and it caused a smile to spread across your cheeks.

Cal’s lips ran over your still clothed womanhood sending a shock through your body, he pulled your panties down your legs and looked up at your heat

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy” he said placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh “Who made you this wet, hmm?” he didn’t give you a time to answer as he swiftly ran his tongue through your folds purposefully avoiding your clit. He looked up at you from between your legs, lips dangerously close to your clit but not touching it.

“You didn’t answer my question” he hummed sending vibrations through your clit, causing you to scream “Who made you this wet” he emphasized each word with a kitten lick on your clit making you scream out your response.

“You, Cal, oh god, you made me this wet” you moaned, with that he grinned and dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit, bringing two fingers up and gently pushing them between your folds and deep into your heat. He curled his fingers into your G-Spot as he continued devouring you.

You felt a familiar feeling building in your stomach slowly building on itself. Cal could tell you were close to cumming by the way your legs were shaking slightly and you were clenching around his fingers and with every clench he could have sworn he felt his dick get impossibly harder straining against his pants.

“Come for me pretty girl, come on let me see you come” he spoke whilst devouring you, the vibrations ran through your pussy being the final thing pushing you over the edge, your legs shook and you clenched around Cal’s finger as the glow of pleasure spread through every part of your body. Calum could sworn that he almost came at the sight of you going apart in front of him, for him, because of him. His favorite thing to do was make you happy and making you cum was part of that.

As your toes unfurled and you came down from your high you opened your eyes to look down at Calum, watching him remove his fingers from your heat leaving you painfully empty, and licking your cum off his fingers.

“God, I love watching you do literally anything, everything you do is gorgeous but watching you come definitely takes the cake,” Calum looked up at you through his hooded eyes as you sat up, “What are you doing baby” Calum queried but you didn’t respond you just caught his lips in a kiss tasting yourself on his tongue, your hands ran down his chest grabbing his buldge. He moaned into your mouth as you continued palming him through his sweats. He grabbed your wrists stopping you from continuing.

“Not yet babygirl” he mumbled against your lips, looping his hands under your thighs wrapping them around his waist, you gasped when your bare and still sensitive core came in contact with his still clothed chest. His lips never left yours as he cared you to your shared room.

Your back met the mattress and Calum pulled away from your lips to remove his shirt and pull his pants down, his cock slapped up against his stomach, it looked painfully hard and was leaking precum down the underside, you practically felt your mouth water at the sight. You reached for his cock running your hand up and down the shaft, Calum’s lips parting in pleasure, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock swirling your tongue around the slit slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth playing with his balls in one hand and running your hand up and down what you couldn’t take in. You felt his cock twitch in the back of your mouth signaling that he was close to coming.

“No, I want to cum inside you baby” he pulled out of your mouth moaning at the sight of a string of spit connecting his cock to your lips. You looked up at Calum through your lashes “I love you Calum, so much” a smile spread across his cheeks as he raised you to your feet pushing you gently back against the bed, he followed suit hovering over you with nothing but pure love and lust in his dark brown orbs.

“And I you babygirl” he said thrusting into you making you gasp in surprise at the stretch but it was a welcome feeling of fullness that you had wanted since he removed his fingers from your heat earlier.

“I love your eyes, and how they shine when you are joyful and I wish I could make it so they never fill with tears”

“I love your lips, the way you bite them when you are nervous or how pretty and swollen they get when we make out”

“I love your hair, its perfect for me to grab when you give me head”

With each thrust into you he stated something he loved about you, covering the things that he knew you were insecure about, vulgar words spilling from his lips mixed in with his words of love.

“I can feel you are close by the way you are clenching around my cock babygirl, I am close too, but you gotta cum first, you know the rules,” Calum never came before you, ever.

“Come on baby, make me cum, make me come around your cock” this spurred him on, he started thrusting harder and faster pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your legs locked behind his back digging a heel in to just above his butt to signal him just a little faster, he complied with one final thrust pushing you over the edge, you swear you saw stars as the euphoria pumped through your veins, you couldn’t open your eyes because of the pleasure coursing through your body but you could tell that Calum’s face was scrunched up in the sexy yet cute face he makes when he cums, you could tell because you felt him shoot his load inside you as he continued thrusting carrying the both of you through your highs. After you had both come down from your highs Calum collapsed on the bed beside you reaching out to pull you into his side for a post coital cuddle but you slipped out of his grasp.

“Where are you going baby, are you escaping a hook up you regret?”

“No baby, you are much more then a hookup, the ring on my finger proves that” you say referring to the promise ring that graced your finger

“Well than where are you going”

“You know a girl has got to pee after sex so she doesn’t get a UTI”

“Okay, that is a little too much” you giggled as you closed the bathroom door. When you were done you went out and curled up into Calum, his arms draped around you as you both dozed off. Just as you were about to fall asleep you heard Calum whisper to himself

“One day I am going to make that ring on her finger a wedding ring and spend the rest of my life making sure she knows that she is perfect”

That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Sorry, I know that this is really shit

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its-a-spn-thing · 5 years

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One Too Many

Title: One Too Many

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Intoxication and angry / dominant Dean Some spanking. NSFW. 18+ only please

Summary: Dean and Sam are out on a hunt, and you decide to go out for drinks with friends. You drank two bottles of cheap wine by yourself and got way too carried away. When you get back to your apartment, you have a surprise waiting for you.

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Word Count: 1,898

“Dean, I don’t want you to go. Last time you almost got yourself killed!” You sat at the breakfast bar in your small, one-bedroom apartment. You were on your second cup of coffee.

“Y/N, don’t start with me, please. You know I will be home as soon as I can.” Dean said while bringing his bags to the front door. He looked over at you and smiled. “How can you possibly drink that? It’s nothing but creamer with a splash of coffee.”

You scowled at him, and Dean chuckled at your reaction. “Baby girl, stop it.” He walked over to you, with that smirk on his face. The smirk. The one that made you melt and say yes to whatever he tells you to do.

“Don’t look at me like that, Dean.” You smile, and giggle as he walks even closer to you. “You know what it does to me.” Once he approaches you, he crouches down and holds you from behind, and plants a loving kiss on your now flushed and warm cheek. How does he do it? You spend so much time with Dean and he still finds a way to get you flustered and blushing. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” he said in your ear. The deepness of his voice vibrating you to your core. “But you know I will miss you and will call you every chance I get.”

You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Dean kissed your lips and lifted you out of the chair. God, you loved him so much, and he loved you just as much. One short kiss turned into a long one, and that turned into a longer, open mouthed one. You moaned into his mouth, and moved your arms from around his waist, to around his neck. Dean lifted you, allowing to wrap your legs around him.

You loved how strong he was. Dean broke the kiss and smiled at you, burying his face into your neck. He chucked with frustration.

“Y/N, baby, you know we can’t. Sam is already in the car.” You both looked out the kitchen window in unison to see the younger brother sitting in the passenger side of the ‘67 Impala. You both could tell he was buried in a book, researching something for their next hunt.

“He’s not so bad.” You giggle.

“I can’t keep him waiting babe.” He said with a frown. He set you back down on the ground and walked towards the door. You followed behind him, picking up one of his bags. Without even putting your shoes on, you helped him put his things in the car.

“When are you going to learn to put some shoes on?” Dean asked jokingly, embracing you tightly in to his arms. He kissed your forehead, and then leaned down to plant one more loving kiss on your lips. It never ceases to amaze you how soft his lips are. You looked up into his eyes, the emerald green was piercing. You could tell he didn’t want to leave. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He opened the door and sat behind the wheel.

“You take care of him, Sammy.” You said giggling. Dean looked at you with a sarcastic scowl. Almost as if he was saying “really?”

You gave Dean one more kiss, and just like that, they were gone.

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As much as it sucked, you didn’t mind having the apartment to yourself. It was kind of awesome prancing around half naked and singing as loud as you can. You didn’t have to shave your legs, and you didn’t have to put a bra on either.

You had your day all planned out. You were going to nap – but of course that didn’t happen because after the boys left you drank yet another cup of coffee. So, instead you watched a few episodes of Haunting of Hill House which was a horrible idea because now you were scared. By the time you decided to turn it off it was only noon.

So, you took a shower. When you got out you wrapped your hair in a towel and put on clean panties and one of Dean’s t-shirts. You poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch. You realized that your phone was still in the bedroom. When you got up to get it, you had a missed call from Dean, and 20 unread texts from your group chat. “Shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

You had forgotten about girls’ night. You weren’t necessarily excited about it. So, you told the girls you weren’t feeling well and had to skip. Your best friend, Melissa, always got upset when you ditched, she felt like you let your emotions get the best of you. But she wasn’t wrong. You knew that when you were sad, it would help to go spend time with your girlfriends, but the truth is you just wanted to be alone.

ding ding “What the hell Y/N?!”

There it was. The “I’m-so-pissed-at-you" text message.

Before you responded you decided to call Dean back.

“Hellllooooo babygirl. What were you, sleepin’?” Dean answered his phone, thank God.

“No, I was just watching TV and forgot that my phone was charging in the bedroom.” You responded. “How’s the drive?”

“Well, we hit some traffic on the thruway, so we decided to stop at this little diner. Best. Pie. Ever.”

You giggled. “You literally say that about every pie you eat.”

“Because every pie I eat is better than the last! What are you doing tonight Hun?”

“Not much, I had plans with the girls, but I forgot about them, so I think I'll just stay in.”

“Alright, well if you do decide to go out be safe, okay? Let me know what you end up doing. I love you, Y/N”

“Love you too babe.”

***********

After a few glasses of wine, you changed your mind about not going out. You would feel a lot better if you did your hair and makeup and spent some time with your friends.

Since you changed your mind last minute, you were in a mad dash to get everything together before they came to get you. You got ready in a half hour which was a record low for you. But in all the madness, you left your phone at the apartment. Shit

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By one o'clock in the morning, you were hammered. You drank two bottles of wine to yourself, and you were stumbling all over the place. It was time to go home. So, you called an Uber, kissed your friends’ goodbye, and got in your Uber.

When the driver arrived at your apartment, you realized that you almost passed out in the backseat. “That was fast.” You said, barely audible due to your slurring. “Thank you soooooo much, have a good night.”

You walked towards the front door and tripped over a crack in the walk way and again up the stairs. You were giggling to yourself, promising to never wear these shoes again.

It took you about three minutes to find your keys, and another two minutes to unlock the door. Once you were in the foyer, you were jolted when you saw who was on your couch. You were so scared that you dropped your keys and purse to the floor.

“Dean?!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N” He responded, clearly unhappy.

Your vision was blurry, and your words were slurring. Confusion set in, and you had so many questions. You thought that maybe you passed out in your Uber and you were dreaming. You took one look at Dean, and he was still wearing the same thing he was wearing this morning, only he looked much more exhausted.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, clenching his jaw and raising one eyebrow at you. “Hello? You alright?”

“D-Dean, wh-what are you doing here?” You smiled and placed one arm around his shoulder – not out of love, but because you could feel your legs begin to give out from underneath you.

“Where’s your phone? I’ve tried calling you, and when you said you weren’t going out tonight, I thought there was something wrong.” Dean looked at you. He saw the redness in your eyes and smelled the alcohol on your breath. “But I can see that there was a change in plans.”

“Dean, I’m so-”

“Don’t. Don’t say sorry.” He said, irritated yet concerned.

Dean wasn’t a control freak. He really did not mind you going out with your friends. He truly loved you and worried about you. He knew you were vulnerable when they were gone, and he never wanted anything bad to happen to you.

“Do you know how much I love you, Y/N?” He ran his fingers through your tangled hair and rested his palm on your cheek. “And if anything ever happened to you...” Dean looked you in the eyes and planted a loving kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. You could feel his smile against your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Dean.” You kissed him again. “You know I love you too.” You followed this with another kiss. “And I’m sorry for worrying you.”

He chuckled.

“I know baby.” He sighed and took a deep breath in, smirking. “But you know I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.” He crouched down and wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other around the back of your knees, picking you swiftly up off the ground. You shrieked. “Dean! Oh my God! Put me down!” You giggled and kicked your feet trying to get down.

He laughed at your futile resistance. “Nice try sweetheart but you broke the rules, and you know what that means.” He threw you over his shoulders and smacked your ass gently. “I told you what would happen the next time you made me worry right?” He turned his head, waiting for your response, but all that came out were small little giggles. “I-I don’t remember!”

Dean rolled his eyes and smacked your ass a little bit harder this time. “Did that refresh your memory?” He asked,

“M-maybe!” You shouted and giggled.

Dean smirked “Good.”

Dean walked to the bedroom with you still draped over his shoulders. Once he reached the foot of the bed, he gently flung you onto the un-made bed. You were face down, so you went to turn your body to face him. “Nuh-uh baby” Dean cooed and signaled with his hand for you to turn back around. You rolled your eyes as you turned face down on the bed. “I’m sorry, but was that an eye roll I just saw, princess?” You shook your head. “Good girl.”

Dean adjusted the sleeves of his shirt so they were now rolled up to his elbow, then took his watch off and set it on the nightstand. “Alright, I only have an hour before I have to go back.” He lightly traced his fingers up your leg, causing goosebumps to cover your entire body. Once his hands reached your hips, he pulled them towards him so your ass was slightly in the air.

“Ready babe?” He asked, gently rubbing your bottom.

You smiled and nodded your head.

“I need to hear it Y/N”

“Yes, Dean.”

“Good girl. Count em.”

Dean wound up and drew a quick sharp blow to your right ass cheek.

You shrieked. “One.”

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itsme690 · 5 years

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Bad Day part 1

I just had the worst day at work imaginable. But I knew I was coming home to a full house of Rami and his friends. I stood outside the door pressing my forhead on the door taking a deep breath before opening it to go inside.

When I open the door I found Rami stretched out in his favorite recliner, and three of his buddies, 'his boys' is what he referred to them as, were lining the couch. They were cracking jokes and nudging one another. Our dog greeted me at the door with a wagging tail, anxiously waiting to play tug of war. Rami turned to me and said "Hey you..missed ya! How was your day? I shrugged and walked towards the bedroom.

I made it down the hall when I heard him say "guys i'll be right back.." and he followed me down the hall. "Whats wrong baby..?" he asked while closing the door.

"Nothing, just a bad day..I don't really want to talk about it right now. Your 'boys' are here, lets go socialize. I'll meet you out there, I just need a minute." I turned away from him but he wrapped his arms around me from behind insisting on me telling him about my day.

I choked back the tears and told him my boss had given me yet another new project on top of the five other projects he had given me the week before. "I'm so stressed Rami, days are not long enough for me to get all of this done! And the others somehow get all the easy stuff and then can leave for the day when they are finished." He turned me around and wiped away the tear that was rolling down my cheek with his thumb. Hugging me so tight in his arms, I buried my head in his chest..he always smelled so good.

"Don't mind them, baby. You are doing your best. You can always look for a new job, this isn't a forever thing."

"I know I know.."

"Any ideas how I can take your mind off things?" he asked. I nodded..

" but your friends are here. You should probably spend time with them."

"Listen to me, your happiness is much more important than they are babe. And I can invite them back another time. I love you, you are all that matters to me, you are the love of my life." I looked up at him smiling.

"What did you just say?"

"I can invite them back another time?" He smiled.

"No the other part.." I said and biting my lip.

"Hmm..your happiness is more important?" he smiled and winked while lightly running his thumb over my lips.

"I'm the love of your life?" I asked.

He looked deep in my eyes and between kissing my forehead, my nose, and both cheeks he says "Without a doubt. I... love... everything... about you!" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his lips. Sliding my tongue through his lips to find his. I quickly pulled away and whispered in his ear

"You better go tell the guys something came up..." And with that he was out the door and went to the living room to talk to the guys.

I could hear him telling them I wasn't feeling too good and suggested they come over another time. I quickly undressed myself, leaving my bra and panties on, and laying under the blanket to surprise him when he came back. I heard the door close, and then he locked it. His footsteps were getting closer and closer to the bedroom and I am getting more excited each second.

He opens the door and sits at the foot of the bed and starts untieing his shoes. I couldnt wait anymore, I needed his love. I moved out of the blankets and draped my arms over his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck while rubbing my hands up and down his chest..distracting him from what he was trying to. He lets out a loud sigh and rolls his head back, giving me an open shot to nibble his ears.

"Make love to me.." I whispered. He turned to look at me and with his left hand he cupped my cheek moving in to kiss me. He stopped just before reaching my lips, looking at me as if he had something to say, but instead kissed me so passionately. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. For once everything was where it was supposed to be. His lips opened against mine and his tongue was dancing in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his tongue playing with mine. I reached down and pulled his white tshirt up and over his head and started caressing his his arms. I swung my right leg over his legs to straddle him so I could see his face.

He broke the kiss and his eyes grew big...

"Wait wait.." he teased.."since when are you half undressed!?"

"Hehehe while you were sending your boys away..was going to surprise you but I couldn't wait another minute to get my hands on you.." he bit his lip.

"Ohh well good job you still surprised me!"

I began rocking my hips back and forth on him, feeling him grow hard under me..which turned me on even more than I already was. My panties were soaked by now.

"Mmm (Y/N) that feels so good.." he groaned.

"You think that feels good!? You just wait.." I said starting to add a little bounce in my movements.

I arched my back as he let his head fall down in between my breats. He held my waist with one arm and unclasped my bra with his other hand, flinging it across the room. I giggled and he held each breast in his hands, moving them up and down then close together. Squeezing them a little each go around.

I reached in between us and rubbed him through his jeans and he let out a soft moan.

"I take it you like what i'm doing?" I asked as I unbuttoned his pants with one hand while running my my other hand through his hair. He twitched while i was running my hand softly across his pants line along his stomach.

"Uh-huh.." he managed to mumble out and his eyes rolled back. He started grinding his hips up to mine, matching my rhythm. I slid off of him to the floor and pulled his jeans and boxers down with me, allowing me to see what was hiding in there.

I knelt in front of him just admiring his body as he ran his hands through my hair again. I licked my lips, bit my bottom lip and looked up into his eyes...he was already looking in mine. I put my hands on his knees and started creeping them up his inner thighs slowly. His breathing got louder the closer I moved my hands up.

I began gliding my hand up and down his shaft at an teasing slow pace. He shivered in pleasure.

"I love this, baby..you make me feel so good..but this is about you right right now.." and he pulled me back up to him and began kissing me again. I sucked on his lower lip, making him sigh.."babyyy.."

"Hold on to me.." he stood up while holding me, wrapping my legs around his waist and bouncing a little. "Hmm I see a problem here..." he flirted as he stopped and dropped me roughly on the bed. I instantly became self conscious...

"What? What is it??" I gasped, trying to cover myself.

"These little things are still hiding your best spots.." he side while looping his index fingers in the waist band of my panties and pulling them off of me.

"Oh! Don't do that to me! You scared me! I thought there was a serious problem with me!!" I whined.

"Baby, and even if there was a problem, I'd still love you. But you are perfect. You complete me." I pulled him on top of me and kissed him deep.

I put my hands on the sides of his face and pushed him away for just a moment..once again looking deep into his eyes..

"Just so we're clear, you are the love of my life too." He smiled the biggest smile i've ever seen, making his eyes twinkle.

He buried his head in the nook of my neck, kissing..and then sucking. I squeezed his ass to let him know I was ready for him to be inside me.

"Not yet, baby..I'm going to make this moment last forever for you."

"Uhhh please..." He shook his head no and began biting my neck, sending me over the edge. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, giving him more access. I wanted him so bad. I reached down between us to touch myself, I couldn't take it any longer!

"Uh nuh baby, thats my job.." he said in his deep raspy voice grabbing my hand and placed it up above my head and held it there a moment. "I'd love to watch you pleasure yourself, but lets save that for another time."

"This isn't fair, I am so close!"

"Hold it in. Just a little while longer. I want to make you feel out of this damn world" he said.

"You already are!! I don't know how much longer I can last!"

He went back to kissing my neck..nibbling my earlobe. He traced my body with his fingertips starting at my lips, to my neck, along my shoulders, over my breasts. Slowing his hand a bit he began the descend down my stomach, from my right hip, to the left. Down the outside of my thighs to my knees and back up the inside. Finally he reached where I was wanting him the most. Grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth and running his fingers up and down my slit.. eventually making their way inside me..I moaned. His touch had me going wild, getting closer and closer.

"Hold it (Y/N).." he said.

"I c-can't!!"

"Come on babygirl, do it for me!" It was so hard not to come! He made me feel so good! Breathing heavily, he must have felt me tighten around his two fingers that were pumping in and out of me when he quickly pulled them out and said "alright, you ready baby?" I groaned back at him, not being able to form any words. He thrusted himself into me. Filling me. Completing me. I lost all control of my body as he moved in and out of me at a quick speed. Between grunts and moans he said "look at me.." so I did just that. The lust in his eyes was surreal. I pulled his hips in closer to go deeper and deeper in me.

Digging my nails in his shoulders, scratching down his back..I let go. I could tell he loved it when I bit his shoulder, as his thrusts became weaker until he collapsed on me. I held him so tight until our breathing came back to somewhat normal.

"I love you, I love you so much" he said.

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

A/N: How do you love our OTP? Let @veroinnumera and I know!

Chapter 34

After a night filled with newly-engaged love-making, they fell asleep, tangled up together without a stitch of clothing to speak of. It had been the most restful night she’d had in forever, and she was pretty sure Derek’s too, considering he was lightly snoring behind her.

I don’t snore.

Yes, you do, Derek. I’ll film you.

Don’t you dare.

Turning over, she ran her finger over his jawline and waited for him to wake up, smiling when his eyes popped open. “Hey fiancee,” he mumbled sleepily. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m fantastic, fiance,” she replied, laughing as she lifted up her hand and marveled at the ring. Last night, she really hadn’t had too much of a chance to look at it; she’d been too overwhelmed. But it was beautiful, and the fact that it was his mother’s ring made it all that much more special.

“I don’t ever want to leave this bed.” Derek murmured, stretching.

“Me either, but we have a wedding to plan, so we may need to get up.” Juliet grinned.

“Nope. Not happening.”

She rolled her eyes and started to move to get up, but a set of arms snaked around her waist and pulled her back. Juliet let out a squeal of surprise which devolved into laughter. “Derek Morgan! You are incorrigible!”

“And you love it.” He chuckled, rolling her over and pinning her arms gently as he began to attack her with kisses.

She really did. And she was about to let him have his way and spend the day in bed when a loud ringing began. He groaned and pulled away, grabbing his cellphone off the nightstand. “Babygirl, this better be good,” he started, smiling as Garcia started rambling. Juliet could barely hear her, but from what she could gather, she was asking about the engagement. It didn’t surprise her that he’d told them beforehand. “Yes, I asked her.” He turned to Juliet and kissed her forehead. “Yes, she said yes.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Garcia screeched through the phone. That Juliet heard. “Oh my god, you’re going to live happily ever after I’m so excited!”

Garcia was the cutest. “That’s the plan,” Juliet replied. “Talk to you soon?”

“Yes, we have so much planning to do!” She clapped excitedly and said goodbye, leaving the two lovebirds to revel in the glow of being newly-engaged.

Juliet tried to get up again, succeeding this time when she coaxed Derek with the promise of pancakes. “So, I would like to know what ideas my fiance has about the wedding.”

Derek shook his head. “I’m not falling into that trap. The correct answer to that question is whatever you want, dear. My mama taught me that a long time ago.”

Juliet hip-checked him teasingly as she handed over a spatula. “Nuh uh. You are not getting off that easily mister. Tell me.”

He shrugged, looking over at her. “Honestly, all I need is you in a white dress and someone willing to marry us. Hell I’d elope if that’s what you wanted. The only thing that matters to me is you, Juliet.”

She blushed, and ducked her head shyly. Even after all this time she still melted when he talked like that. It almost didn’t feel real. And now she got to spend the rest of her life with him. Pulling herself together, Juliet shook her head. “Now that’s a trap I’m not falling into. I may not know much but I know your mother would murder me if she didn’t get to see her baby boy get married.”

“So no eloping then? You don’t fancy a quick drive to Vegas?”

Juliet grimaced and shook her head. “No way. I want to shout it from the rooftops. Okay, well I’m going to be running things by you all the time because I don’t want you to hate anything I pick. What do you think about getting married in the fall? Next year?”

“That’s good by me. I could picture you floating delicately over fallen leaves somewhere. Maybe a light blue for a color? Not too many jewels please?” If it made her happy, he’d do it, but being bedazzled wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, or mug of coffee really.

“Do you know me?” She laughed. “I’m no sparkly princess. I’m thinking I want to go for a vintage fairy-like vibe.”

Derek had absolutely no idea what that meant. “Whatever you wear, you’ll be beautiful. Who do you want to be your maid of honor?”

“Emily,” Juliet said immediately. “We’ve gotten really close. I figure Garcia is going to be your best woman?”

Chuckling, he kissed her neck as he passed her to grab something from the refrigerator. “You assume correctly.”

A few hours later they finally made it out of the house. Derek made one more impassioned plea for taking her back to bed, but Juliet had insisted. She wanted to share this with everyone that mattered to them. Of course, Garcia had probably already told everyone, even some random strangers Juliet was sure, but still.

As they stepped through the glass doors into the BAU, an explosion of confetti went off. Juliet laughed, as it cleared she could see Penelope holding a mini confetti cannon. “Hi Pen.”

The blonde didn’t speak, just tottered over and enveloped them both into a hug. “Oh I love you I love you I love you! I’m so happy, my heart is singing!”

“Too. Tight. Can’t, Breathe.” Juliet murmured into her sequined blazer, causing Penelope to reluctantly release.

“Sorry! I’m just so excited.” She squealed, grabbing Morgan’s face in her hands and kissing his cheek. “You did it! Well, we did it. Let’s be honest this wouldn’t have happened without me. And I mean-”

“Hey babygirl?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I say hi to everyone else?”

Penelope blushed, glancing back as if suddenly remembering that the rest of the team was standing behind her. “Oh. Right. Whoopsies!”

“Congratulations,” Spencer said, smiling as he embraced Derek in a warm hug. “And congratulations to you,” he continued, turning to Juliet.

Juliet was a wonderful torrent of smiles and laughs as everyone on the team congratulated them on their engagement. Even people she barely knew came up to hug her and tell her how happy they were for the two of them. It felt like a dream, walking through a cloud city where nothing could go wrong.

Rossi insisted on having drinks at his house in the near future in order to celebrate. Penelope and JJ started asking when they were going to start having little ones running around the house. And Hotch even broke out with one of his rare but genuine smiles. “Do you have a date yet?” Emily asked.

“Not yet!” Derek exclaimed with a mock tone of surprise, “But sometime in the fall.”

Juliet leaned into Derek’s embrace and sighed. “I’ve always imagined walking down the aisle among a sea of yellow, orange, and red leaves.”

They all chatted for a little longer before Rossi clapped his hands. “Alright, that’s it. We’re not going to get anymore paperwork done tonight so who’s up for good liquor at my place? Huh? What do you say.”

JJ had to beg off to head home to her boys and Emily mentioned something vague about meeting up with an old girlfriend. Juliet had known her long enough to know she meant she had a date, but didn’t pry.

The rest of the team started to collect their things while teasing Rossi about his extensive Scotch collection. Juliet went to the lair with Garcia to grab a gift she’d made for her and Derek.

That left Agent Morgan standing alone by the front doors, waiting for the team. A ringing started and after a moment of feeling around for it, Derek fished his phone out of his jacket pocket. The caller ID read: Unknown. Frowning, he picked up.

“Hello, this is SSA Derek Morgan speaking.”

“Congratulations on your engagement, Agent Morgan.” A voice crackled through on the other end of the line.

Derek tensed, unable to recognize the voice. “Who is this?!?” He asked pointedly.

“Enjoy it for tonight. Because by tomorrow, if you haven’t broken things off...well, let’s just say you’ll be sorry.”

He looked around calmly, trying to see if anyone within earshot was on their phone, but nothing. “I don’t know who you think you are,” Derek whispered, “But I won’t be doing that.”

“Is that so?” The person asked condescendingly. “I thought you cared about your family more than that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, his voice raising in pitch with each passing moment.

There was a lingering silence on the other side of the line before the chilling voice broke through again. “Fran. Sarah. Desiree.”

Derek’s mouth went dry. “I don’t know who you think you are but-”

“Goodbye Agent Morgan.”

The line went dead. Derek nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Whoa. Everything okay?” Juliet asked, searching his eyes with her brow furrowed. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and smiled. “All good.” There was no reason to scare her when he didn’t even know if this was real.

So, he ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach and held her hand, walking out to the car with the BAU in tow ready to drink the night away.

He definitely needed a drink.

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selina-kyle89 · 7 years

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Wild Thoughts (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Pariring: Bucky x reader

Warnings: smut smut smut! Rough sex, unprotected sex, swearing, Bucky (he’s a warning)

A/N: My first time writing Bucky! I tagged some of you lovely ladies I follow, if you wanna be untagged let me know!

When I’m with you all I get is wild thoughts….

Bucky Barnes was a problem. He hadn’t done anything wrong, in fact, he was the epitome of perfection. He was your problem. Because whenever he was around, you lost control of yourself. On the outside, you remained your usual composed self but on the inside, your world was chaos. Just the mention of his name caused your brain to spiral and a heat to settle between your legs. And you swore the fucker knew it too. His little smirks and the deep, sultry tone his voice would take when he would speak to you but no one else was your first clue. The subtle touches that bordered on inappropriate (not that you minded) were your second. Like when you’d be sitting in a briefing and his hand would casually graze your inner thigh and you’d have to bite back a moan. Or when you’d be cooking in the kitchen and he’d “accidentally” press himself up against your back. Yup, Bucky Barnes was problem and you needed to solve it. Soon.

You decided to test the waters with Bucky one Sunday afternoon during training. After weeks of sexual tension and shy blushes, you decided to push back at him a little. You were on the treadmill, in your tightest yoga pants and a sports bra and Bucky had positioned himself directly in front of you. He was lifting weights, shirtless, grunting and groaning with every pull of the weight. He kept his eyes trained on you, a fact that frustrated you to no end because you were the one doing the teasing damnit! You pressed the stop button on the machine and grabbed your water bottle and towel. As you passed by Bucky, you pretended to drop your towel and bent to pick it up, your ass directly in his personal space. “Looking great, Buck.” You cooed as you straightened up and flipped your ponytail over your shoulder. His jaw clenched as he watched you walk out of the gym with a wink.

Later that night, you were walking through the compound, arms laden with snacks for your Netflix marathon. You passed by the office and noticed Bucky at one of the desks. Feeling brazen, you decided to tease him a little. You stepped into the doorway and leaned against the frame.

“Hey there Buck, whatcha doing?”

His eyes flicked up at you, darkening when they saw you in your little pajama shorts and tank. “Just working on my reports from the last misson, Y/N. Having a binge marathon tonight?”

You chuckled as you looked at your copious amount of snacks. “Yeah, just trying to keep my mind busy. Too many…distractions lately.”

Bucky licked his lips, eyeing you up and down. You felt the familiar heat pooling in your belly and cleared your throat. “W-Well, I should probably go and let you finish.” You stammered, face flushing under his intense gaze.

“Actually, I’m glad you stopped by. You’re such a grammar nerd, can you just proofread this real quick doll?” his voice taking on that deep, silky vibrado that turned you into mush. He could’ve asked you to kill the Pope and you’d have said yes.

Your set your snacks down on an empty desk and shuffled over to where Bucky sat, sweat pant clad legs spread wide under the desk. ‘Those damn thighs.’ You fumed internally, noting how even in an article of clothing meant to be baggy they strained the fabric. He threw you a sexy smirk and you almost passed out.

‘My God this man is the literal definition of sex.’ You thought as you stood awkwardly next to him. Suddenly, you were unsure what to do with your hands, or any other part of your body for that matter. Your eyes scanned his mission report before you felt big hands around your waist. Bucky tugged you roughly onto his lap and you let out a squeak in surprise.

“You can sit here doll, there’s plenty of room.” He murmured in your ear and you might as well just melt into a puddle. You nodded because words were not an option. He chuckled darkly and began rubbing circles on your bare thigh as you struggled to focus on the task he set for you. His fingers trailed higher and you stopped breathing.

“I know what you’re doing doll. And lemme tell ya, it’s working.” He muttered, pulling you down to emphasis his point and you gasped feeling how hard he was underneath you. “I think it would be in both of our best interests if we stop dancing around whatever this is and do something about it, don’t you princess?”

“Fuck Bucky, yes. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” You breathed, turning on his lap to look at him. His eyes were dark as they scanned your face for any hesitation. He wrapped his flesh hand in your hair and pulled your lips to his in a rough kiss. Your tongues battled for dominance as you ground your hips down into Bucky.

“Fuck doll, you’re drivin’ me crazy doin’ all that.” His accent slipping through in his lust as he palmed your breast with his metal hand. You moaned, throwing your head back as he flicked your nipple through your shirt and Bucky growled at the sight. He needed more, needed to see all of you. He grabbed your tank top in both hands and ripped the fabric down the middle, exposing you to him.

“Damn baby, you’ve been hidin’ all this from me? You’re fuckin’ gorgeous doll.” He moaned as he wrapped his plump lips around a nipple. You whimpered, grinding against him again, desperately needing friction between your legs. Bucky grazed his teeth over your nipple as he trailed a hand down to your clothed core. He rubbed circles on your clit as you continued to grind against him.

“Take these off darlin’, wanna see how wet you are for me.” He demanded, voice sounding as wrecked as you felt. You raised your hips to slide your shorts and Bucky hissed when he noticed you weren’t wearing any panties. “Fuck Y/N, such a dirty girl, did you know you were gonna run into me huh? Or do you always walk around like this?”

“I may or may not have planned this in advanced Buck. You were getting under my skin and I wanted to teach you a lesson.” You sassed as his eyes widened.

“Is that so babygirl? Well, then teach me a lesson. Show me exactly what I’ve been doing to you.” Bucky took his hands off you, crossing them behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

You bit your lip and climbed off of him slowly, sliding down his body to your knees in front of his wide spread legs. You gripped the waist band of his sweatpants and tugged, his hips lifting slightly until he was free of the offending material.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one with a plan, Barnes.” You said, noting his lack of underwear. He shot you a sly grin as you took in the sight of his impressive length. He was long, thick and beautiful and your pussy clenched in desire. You licked at the head of his cock and he hissed lowly at the contact. Wrapping your lips around the head, you sucked delicately at him, enjoying the noises you were pulling from his beautiful mouth.

“Fuuuuuck baby, just like that. Your pretty little mouth looks amazing wrapped around my cock. Just like I imagined.” Bucky groaned, hand wrapping in your hair to guide you down on him. You relaxed as you took as much of him in your mouth as you could, moaning at the heaviness on your tongue. Bucky suppressed the urge to buck into your mouth, instead pulling you off him and guiding you down again slowly. You bobbed your head up and down the length of his dick, using your hand in tandem with your mouth trying to bring Bucky closer to his release.

“Nuh uh doll, not like this. Wanna be inside you when I cum.” Bucky spoke as he pulled you off of him. You began to protest but Bucky’s lips silenced your protests, tongue invading your mouth.

“Lay down and spread those legs for me baby, I’ve gotta taste ya doll.” Bucky hoisted you up onto the desk, the keyboard being thrown to the floor. You barely had a moment to breath before his tongue was lapping at your clit, gathering the wetness that he caused.

“Ohhhh Bucky, shit. Just like that, oh my god.” You cried breathlessly, your fingers twisting in his long locks. His tongue continued its assault on your clit as he trailed his metal hand across your thigh to your opening. Your back arched off the desk as he slid two fingers into your pussy, stretching you to accommodate their size. He pumped his fingers into your wet heat, rubbing over your G spot with every pass until you were seeing stars.

“Oh my god, Buck, I’m gonna cum.” You screeched as his tongue and fingers doubled their efforts. Bucky ate at you like you were his last meal, not stopping until you were screaming in climax, coating his face and fingers in your wetness.

As you came down from your high, Bucky used your slick to coat his cock, readying himself for you.

“You ready for me baby? I’m gonna fucking tear you apart.” He growled out the dark promise as he grabbed your hips and moved you to the end of the desk. He didn’t wait for your answer as he roughly slammed into you, causing a scream to erupt from your throat. Bucky was relentless, slamming into you harshly every time, not letting up on his thrusts.

“Bucky, fuckkkk don’t stop please.” You wailed, too lost in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Bucky grunted and pulled you onto him harder, lost in the sight of his cock disappearing into you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fuckin’ good doll. Taking all of me so well, your tight little pussy stretching around me.” He growled out, flesh hand tweaking your nipple, metal hand rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, mouth falling open as you screamed Bucky’s name. Your cunt spasmed and tightened around Bucky and with a howl of your name he emptied himself inside you. You both panted, sweat rolling off of your bodies in waves. Bucky pulled out of you, and gently set you down on the floor. He grabbed his shirt off his body and began to clean between your legs. Once he finished, Bucky tossed the shirt and sheepishly looked up at you.

“So I guess my secret’s out. I’m crazy about ya doll. Have been for awhile. I just didn’t know how to tell ya.”

You snorted. “Well that was a hell of a way to let me know Barnes. Lucky for you, I feel the same way. Now, let’s get dressed and go to my room before Tony loses his shit about us fucking in the office.” Bucky laughed as you both scrambled to dress and high tail it out of the office before you got caught. Yup, Bucky Barnes was gonna be a problem. Luckily, now you had a solution.

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mosylufanfic · 6 years

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Take the Wheel

Another self-prompt for NaNo! From the 100 Ways to Say I Love You list: “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” This one is for Iris and Joe, because shipping is nice and all, but the human heart is vast and contains multitudes.

Mosylu what do you think you’re doing

Take the Wheel

Iris curled into the passenger seat, yawning. It had been a long day. "Daddy, can we get Mickey D's before we get to the highway?"

"Sure thing," he said, reaching over to pat her knee. They'd gone out to dinner with Barry's Science Olympiad team, but Iris was craving ice cream, and besides, her dad had spent half the dinner outside the restaurant on his phone and had missed most of the food.

"I can't believe Barry's team actually won the whole thing. State champions!" And Barry had spit out the answer to the tie-breaking question, his eyes shining. Iris's throat felt raw from screaming for him.

"They did good."

She fixed him with a beady eye. "And I can't believe you wouldn't let me stay at the hotel with them."

He laughed long and loud. "Babygirl, you dreamin' if you think that was ever gonna happen."

"But I rode up with them!" Her dad had made a deal with the Science Olympiad coach because he’d had to go into work this morning.

"And you're riding back with me."

"Barry got to stay."

"Barry's on the team, and besides - "

"He's a boy?" she pouted.

"Tell me the truth, can you see Barry Allen getting up to shenanigans? Boy's probably already in bed, reading one of his science textbooks."

Iris kept her own counsel. She happened to know that Becky Cooper, who was the shenanigans type, had been whispering with her nasty friend Madison, and Iris didn't think it had been about the questions in the second round.

But if her dad got wind of that, he would turn the car around and go get Barry. And she'd promised to quit interfering in Barry's relationship with Becky, on pain of Barry never speaking to her ever again. She sniffed to herself. Barry Allen was just gonna have to learn all on his own what a praying mantis of a girl like Becky Cooper did to her boyfriends.

"Why'd you get there late?" she asked idly, watching out the window for the familiar golden arches.

"Mmmm?"

"Started at noon, you didn't get there until nearly four." And he hadn't even texted he'd be late until after one.

"Work stuff," he said, low.

She turned her head. In the flicker of the streetlights, she could see the thousand-miles-away expression on his face. She'd seen that every so often, all her life, but only recently was she connecting it with the stories she had to read for civics class about murders and drug busts and officer-involved shootings and all the things that went far too wrong in Central City. She'd always known that was what her daddy did, of course, but lately it was too easy to think of him in the middle of that.

"Was it bad?" she said. Did anyone get hurt?

Did anyone die?

He was silent for a long moment. "Wasn't good," he said.

She looked out the window and suddenly squealed "Pull over! Mickey D's!"

He screeched into the right-hand lane to a chorus of honking. They bumped into the parking lot a hair too fast. "Sweet Jesus, Iris Ann, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

"I really want ice cream," she said.

He parked and turned off the car. "Let's go inside. I hate talking to those drive-thru squawk boxes."

This time of night, they only had to wait behind a couple of people. The fluorescent lights glared down, glinting off the speckle of grey in her daddy's hair. She tried not to look at it, and found herself looking at the lines around his eyes instead, and the wrinkle in his forehead that meant he had the beginnings of a headache.

When they got up to the counter, she got an ice cream sundae with M&Ms and extra chocolate sauce, and her dad got a cup of coffee.

He popped the lid off and blew on the surface as they walked outside. She took a few quick steps to get ahead of him and went around to the driver's side.

He looked up. "What are you doing?"

"Let me drive for awhile," she said, hugging her ice cream sundae to herself.

"We're about to get on the highway. At night."

"I have my license, Daddy!"

"Yeah, and the shine hasn’t worn off it yet."

"Come on," she wheedled, "you'll be right there. I can do it."

He opened his mouth. Closed it again. Shook his head. "One hour," he said. "Shelbyville's the halfway mark. We switch there, you hear me?"

"Yessir," she said, and climbed in. Wow. That had barely taken any convincing at all. Her dad really was wiped out.

She adjusted the seat, adjusted the mirrors, settled her ice cream on the dash - "Think again," her dad said, and put it in the cup holder.

She turned on the radio and twisted the dial until she found the poppiest, peppiest top 40 station it offered. He said, "Nuh-uh, no, ma'am," and switched it over to the CD function. Of course, it was one of his deadly smooth jazz albums.

"Da-ddy," she moaned. "Everyone knows driver picks the tunes."

“Yeah, but the one who makes the car payments gets veto power." He turned it up and settled into the passenger seat with a smug expression.

When she was sure he wasn't looking, she smirked to herself.

The highway was a block away, and she merged into traffic without much trouble - "Okay, you're gonna wanna get up to speed" "Daddy, I got it" - and hit the gas.

He pointed out the various turns she needed to take to get out of the state capital's spaghetti maze of interstates. As they got out into more open country, headed for Central City, they talked a little about nothing much. His replies started coming slower and his voice softer. When he'd been quiet for several minutes, she looked over. His head was tipped against the window, his eyes half-closed.

Listening to the music, or dozing off?

She stayed quiet and watched the road, eating a bite of ice cream every now and then. The sugar kept her awake, and if she had to swear at other cars, she mouthed the curses. If he was asleep, it would wake him up and if he was awake, he'd threaten to wash her mouth out with soap.

The jazz CD reached its end and flipped back to the beginning.

When she saw the signs for the Shelbyville, she checked on her dad again. He was definitely asleep, his head bobbing slightly against the window. It was hard to tell in the orangey light of the overhead lamps, but the lines around his eyes looked shallower, and the headache wrinkle in his forehead had smoothed out. She reached over and patted his knee, light enough not to wake him up.

Then, singing along under her breath, Iris sailed past the Shelbyville exit and kept driving into the night.

FINIS

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butter-ff · 7 years

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Good Ones Go...

Porter: "What have I done!" I sobbed into my mother's arms as she comforted me. "Shhh sweetheart just breathe." Was her soothing response. What I said to him, and the face he gave me... he didn't deserve it but this is all too fast. Watching the movies last night with him and my mom and how comfortable he was, how much I can tell she already adores him. It's scary. When I moved here it was to spread my wings and be free to do whatever. The job at Noir is amazing but I'm getting extremely too comfortable and it scares me... I don't want to be one of those women who settles just because her man loves her and she is well taken care of. I want to also have something of my own and be able to take care of myself if need be! My breathing calmed down and I sat up looking at my mother who stared back with sad eyes. "He didn't deserve that..." I said lowly. "No he didn't, but you said it and it can't be taken back." She responded. "I just want... I need space from him... from us... we're moving so fast and so heavy and I barely know myself as a woman!" I began and she nodded just allowing me to get it out. "I never should have blamed him for sex... I really wanted it." I looked up mortified at that outburst. And was rewarded with a laugh. "Child you are grown, I know what grown folks do. Do I agree with it before marriage? Not really because it has a way of complicating things... but the only complicated thing I see right now is you!" I stared at her as she spoke letting the words deep into my soul. "I hurt him!" She nodded. "You need to figure shit out and hope that when you do... you didn't lose a good one!" She kissed my forehead and got up leaving me with my own thoughts. When she closed the door I facetimed Bam. FaceTime: Bam: hi boo... what's wrong. She knows me so well. Me: Bam I fucked up! Bam: how mama? Me: I pushed him away, and I said really foul accusations, and he left... he tried to stay but... I wanted to cry all over again but I sniffled to hold them at bay. Bam: Porter no!!! Why did he tell you about the rings or... She caught herself but not before I heard her. Me: What rings Amber? Bam: shit did I say rings... I meant... Me: nuh uh nope don't even, what rings! Bam: he's been ring shopping babe and he's narrowed it down. They're gorgeous P! But we all told him you aren't ready. We told him not to even give you the inkling because you would pull this shit! I stared at her as she stared back with sad eyes. He wants to propose. Somehow I just knew... but I never would have guessed he has already been looking at rings. Me: I asked for a break... Bam: how long will that be? Me: I don't know. Bam: Good ones go when you wait to long P... Me: I know but I have to find myself. I need to be able to have something to call my own... so many women fail when they just live in their men's shadow what if... Bam: No ma'am no what if's. Life can be a bitch when you deal in what if's! He loves you so much, he wants you to be happy, and healthy, and always taken care of. He wants to be the only one for you. He's your perfect, hear me when I say with confidence you are it for him. He has proven it time and time again. He can find someone else to love... hell we all can! But that would be unfair to the next person because he already gave his heart away and you just threw it back in his face. I hate when she talks reason. Me: Bam what do I do? Bam: honestly apologize to that man and then get your shit together, because the Porter I'm talking to right now doesn't deserve him! Me: ouch bitch am I your best friend or is he? She laughed and I did too. Bam: tough love babygirl... you needed it! End FaceTime: I texted Remy before making my next call. Phone convo: Ju: Princess P to what do I owe this call? I smiled. Me: I need a favor... End convo: Aubrey: As soon as I pulled up to my house Erin was there. She got out of her car and came into the garage following me into the house. We both sat on the couch and as soon as she put her arm around me I broke down like a little bitch. "Let it all out!" She soothed rubbing my back. I pulled it together and leaned back on the couch resting my head. "Talk to me!" She said softly. "She said some really foul shit E, I have no idea who that person was this morning!" I started. I heard a text chime and E could be heard typing on her phone before reply tone sounded. "What happened?" Was her reply shortly after. So I broke all the way down from the shower sex to the movie night to the argument this morning. She listened carefully ignoring the constant messages coming to her phone giving me her full attention until my last word. I looked up to see her quickly reply before turning her intense eyes on me. "Wow... you didn't fuck up. She did!" That response from her blew me. I wasn't expecting that. "E..." she put up a hand and continued. "What you did last night was wrong, you didn't give her a choice in that matter at all! But she can't blame you for the other times that was unfair. Now her want to have a break and find herself is valid. You love so openly and so hard and it can be overwhelming when someone does that. The other person finds them self being swept up in it and losing track of themselves and their wants and their needs because they are so enveloped and focused on the other person. If that person doesn't know themselves they may later resent themselves when times get hard. Which they will. Butta every woman is not a willing ready made wife. My dream was to grow up find my soulmate and start a family. That is what I've always wanted to do. So what you and P have is like a fairytale very modern but you get it! P is ever the free spirit, she loves space and trying new things. And figuring out things for herself. She's scared so she's running and we told you she would!" "But why can't she find herself and try new things with me?!" I asked. "One you can't keep your eyes or hands off of her, and two some things a person truly needs to go through on their own. Imagine if you wouldn't have cheated on Nebby and pushed her away... would you be this successful at this age at this point in your life?" She had a point. I would still be up under her content in whatever job I had just trying to make sure I always supplied for her. Of course I imagine I would have gotten to this point someday, but not this young. And I can't imagine my life any other way honestly. "I see your point." I replied. She smirked and laid her head on my shoulder. "I won't tell you to wait for her, I'll just say let your heart be your guide!" I laughed nudging her. "You been watching Disney movies with fat mama again huh?" I asked. "Shut up lighty, that's damn good advice!" She giggled. "Thanks for coming E!" I kissed her forehead. "My man is a sweetie... he doesn't mind sharing because he knows how close we are!" I nodded making a note to call Ant and thank him as well. She hung out with me for a few hours before heading home. And not soon after that I called it a night and went to sleep hoping maybe to talk to P tomorrow and let her know I support her need for time apart... but that never happened. When I got to work the next day she had come and gone and left a note on my desk. The Note: Aubrey I love you with all of me. You have my heart, but no matter how hard you would try to support my need for space and undoubtedly try and give it to me. You're clingy as shit and you know every damn way to knock down all my defenses. You honestly know me more than I know myself and that in itself is why you're my ultimate weakness. Please just give me this time. And if it takes too long I'll understand if you move on because like I said to you I don't know how long it will take. I had Mark help me find you a knew assistant. She's not ugly but she's not BAD either... you're welcome! I just really want to find the woman in me that you fell in love with! I love you baby... and if I'm pregnant I promise to reach out! I'm sorry ❤️ Porter... I read the note at least three times before Mark and the guys came in. "AG you good?" Mark asked and all of the guys waited for my answer. "Yea I'll be straight!" I responded putting the note away. "If you want to talk..." Noah offered. "Nah let's just keep it business y'all... she wants her space and she left me to go get it. I may or may not wait on her. It is what it is." I said. "Negro please! You will wait because you love her extremely too much. Just pick a damn ring, ok buy that shit. Lock that shit up in your desk drawer bro and when she comes back do her on that desk and slide the damn ring on her finger!" Chubbs replied and all the guys laughed including myself... I love my boys. "I agree!" We all whipped our heads to see Steez and Bam in the door to my office. "Hey fellas! Aubs ya girl petty for that new assistant she look basic as shit!" Bam spoke and my Boys laughed again as I shook my head and Steez tapped her bottom. "What!" She asked innocently. She gave everyone hugs as Steez spoke to each of us. "She was foul bro, Bam told me what went down. When she got her shit together... you have my full blessing on whatever you decide!" We hugged as he finished and I silently thanked god for my family of friends. "Where is she?" I asked Bam. "Paris with Remy." I nodded... I hope she's happy. Porter: "Welcome to Paris, I hope you all enjoy your stay. As always Mr. Chambers thank you for trusting and flying with us!" The pilot spoke to us as we had just landed in Paris. My mother agreed to house sit for me a little while and my godparents would be staying with her as well as they all look at moving to Toronto to be close to Ant and I. Julian was sweet enough to fly me to Paris so that I can spend some time with Remy and figure out what I want to do! We got off the plane and I raced to Remy hugging her. "Yes I finally got you to Paris... we have so much to do and see!" I smiled at her excitement. I can't wait to see what life has for me...

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