#2k just for me to talk about hips and love handles and thighs again

[froggibus]

GIRL HI IDK IF YOUVE HAVE BUT LIKE COLE CASSIDY COWBOY RULE???? 🫶🏽

The Cowboy Rule - Cole Cassidy (NSFW)

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x f! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2k

Summary: while out for drinks with Cass, you decide to put on his hat without knowing about the cowboy rule

CW: straight filth, alcohol, slight possessiveness? semi-public sex, car sex, switch! Cass, switch!reader, dirty talk, praise, degradation, nipple play, teasing, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy kink? banter, riding, cowgirl position, pet names (cowboy, cowgirl, baby)

ok so I had to look up what that was but apparently if you take a cowboys hat you have to ride the cowboy?? idek I fell in love with that idea and that’s how this happened 🫶🏼 ive missed you guys a lot so I’m just happy to be back

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Cassidy chugs down the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass back on the wooden bar counter with a thud. He licks the amber liquid off of his lips and flashes you a grin. “Be right back, darlin’.”

You raise an eyebrow but say nothing, waiting until he’s just out of sight before reaching for the cowboy hat he’d taken off an hour earlier. You always wanted to try it on, but the man was practically attached to it and you never had the chance. Until now. 

You set the vodka cran you’ve been drinking down on the counter and slowly place it on top of your head. “Call me Cassidy,” you mock his accent, “Cole Cassidy.”

“Now, now, I don’t think I sound like that, do I?”

You almost go white when you hear his voice over your shoulder, but you recover quickly. “No, my voice is a bit deeper.”

“Yeah?” He sits back on his bar stool next to you and orders another whiskey. “Ever heard of the cowboy rule, y/n?”

“The cowboy rule?”

He smiles knowingly at the bartender who sets a glass of whiskey down. “Do you know the cowboy rule?”

The bartender glances at the hat on your head, then at Cole, and flashes you a smirk. “Ah, don’t drag me into this.” He returns to cleaning glasses behind the counter. 

You look anywhere but at Cole, choosing instead to look at the wooden support beams around the room. You can feel his whiskey eyes boring into the cowboy hat that rests on your head, but you make no move to look at him until he starts speaking again. 

“So the cowboy rule,” he starts, “proclaims that if a woman takes a cowboys hat, she’s gotta ride the cowboy.”

Your face burns at his words and in your shock, you whip your head back to stare at him. “I—what?”

He’s grinning at you, his ears tinged pink. “You heard me, pumpkin.”

You clench your thighs slightly, and you can’t tell if the sudden heat in your stomach is from his words or the alcohol, or maybe a combination of both. He’s handsome, sure, and from the stories you’ve overheard, he knows what he’s doing. 

“So if I do ride you,” you start, suppressing giggles at the surprise on his face, “do I get to keep the hat on?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

You knock back the rest of your drink and wave the bartender back over to pay for your tab. Cassidy grabs your hand and practically drags you out of the bar. 

“Slow down, cowboy, we’re not even home yet.” 

“Who said anythin’ about goin’ home?” He clicks the unlock button on his keys just as you approach his old red pickup truck. 

He opens the back driver side door and gestures for you to get in. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “In the parking lot?”

“Is that a problem?”

You shake your head and slide back in the seat, reaching up to grab him by his collar and tug him on top of you. He hooks his boot on the door handle and shuts it behind you guys before moving to straddle your waist. 

You try to think of something snarky to say but Cassidy shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours. The taste of nicotine and whiskey floods your senses, a slightly sweet tinge to his tongue. 

He sucks on your tongue and presses a knee between your legs. You can’t help but thrust your hips up and grind against his thigh, the friction making you whine. 

You reach up to grab something to ground yourself, your fingers finding his hair and tangling with the chocolate strands. You give it a tug and he moans into your mouth, pulling away to smirk at you.

“I knew you liked it rough,” he teases. 

You roll your eyes at him, “you don’t know the half of it.” You lock your legs around his hips and flip yourself over so that you’re on top of him. “That’s much better.”

You have your legs on either side of his, his bulge rubbing right up against your core. You’re practically gushing, so wet it leaves a dark spot on his jeans. He reaches his hands up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra. 

“Lord,” he groans, “I’d give you every hat I have if I could see you like this everyday.”

You lean and press a kiss to his lips, “easy cowboy,” you move your lips down to his jaw, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He shivers under your touch, swallowing hard when you move your lips from his jaw to his neck and suck a dark mark into the skin. His calloused fingers dig into your hips, “e-easy now, no teasin’.”

You bounce on his hips slightly, his hard cock grinding on your throbbing clit through your pants. He grunts at the friction and you bite your lip to keep from whining. 

His hands travel from your hips and up to your shoulders, lifting up your cowboy hat momentarily to tug your shirt over your head. He places the hat on again and cups your face, before he tugs you down to kiss him again. One of his hands wraps around your back to unclasp your bra. If you weren’t so needy, you’d be impressed. 

“So pretty,” he hums, moving his mouth down to kiss the tops of your boobs. He’s gentle, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it. 

“D-don’t tease,” you whine. 

He pulls back. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than complaining?”

He rubs the tips of his index and middle fingers on your lips, slowly pushing them into your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and start to suck on them. 

“That’s a good girl,” he pets your head before returning to your chest. “Keep at it.”

He slowly kisses down your left side, kissing in a square pattern on the outside of your nipple. His mouth is hot and wet and has you squirming for more. Cass moans when you dig your hips a little too hard into his. 

Finally, his hot mouth closes around your nipple and you moan around his fingers. He’s an expert, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to use his teeth and when to go soft. You whine against his fingers, arching your back and thrusting your hips into his. 

The friction does little to help the throbbing in your core and only succeeds in making Cass go harder. Finally, you can’t take it anymore. 

You let his fingers fall from your mouth and pulls way from him. Cass looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “did I say you could stop?”

You place a hand on his chest and shove him back on the bench so that he’s laying down. “I’ve had about enough of you being in charge,” you grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. “It’s my turn, cowboy.”

You never would have guessed that Cass has a submissive side. Yet, he laid down on his back and let you use him all the same. 

You run your hands over his smooth chest, admiring the scars and the way his metal arm seems to meld into his skin perfectly. You plant light kisses across the border of metal and flesh, and Cass sucks in a breath. 

Your hands run lower, following his treasure trail to the top button of his jeans. You pop it open easily, making quick work of the zipper and propping yourself up on your knees to tug his pants off. You’re greeted with his hard cock straining against his red boxers, and you drool at the sight of it. 

“So worked up for me,” you sigh, running your finger across the outline of his dick. 

Cass pants at your touch, especially when you start to trail your fingers across the waistband of his shorts. You slip a finger in and run it across the skin on the inside. You hook another finger inside and finally tug his boxers off. 

His cock springs out, hard and veiny, the head red and dripping with pre cum. You grip the base snugly, giggling at the way Cass sighs and throws his head back. 

You lick the tip, the salty sweet taste of his precum flooding your mouth. He bucks his hips forwards, trying to force more of his cock into your mouth. 

“Not yet, cowboy. You cum inside me or not at all.”

Cass groans at your words, the sheer thought of stuffing you full of his cum and fucking it back into you is almost enough to make him cum. You tug down your bottoms almost too eagerly, your sopping panties practically dripping onto his lap. 

You slip your panties off and move so that your entrance is above the head of his cock. “Ready, cowboy?”

“After you, cowgirl.”

You slowly sink onto the head of his cock, your pussy so wet it slides in easily. He’s big enough that the stretch is almost painful, your walls squeezing around him. The two of you moan in tandem as you pause just after his head, trying to adjust. 

Cass grabs your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You slide down a few more inches, eyes rolling back in your head at the friction. He bottoms out a few seconds later, your cunt flesh against his balls. Both of you are breathless, Cole’s hands slightly shaking in anticipation. 

You move back up his length slowly before going back down, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls almost overwhelming. Your movements are slow at first, hesitant, but as it starts to feel good, you get more confident. 

You start to bounce on his cock, your thighs slapping against his with every thrust. Cass helps guide you up and down his cock, desperate for more friction. His hat bounces on your head with every impact, your hair falling in your face. 

“S-shit,” he hisses, using his hands to slam you against him, “look so damn fine in my hat.”

You mimic the way he tips his hat, interrupted when he lifts his hips to slam into yours. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, heat building in your stomach. Cass continues to lift his hips to meet your movements, moving one of his hands down to your dripping cunt to rub your clit. 

The friction is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm rolling through you. Your muscles give in and you collapse onto his chest, your head hanging over his shoulder. Your walls clench around his cock, and Cassidy makes no move to slow down. 

He thrusts into you harder, trying to chase his own finish. “My little cowgirl,” he grunts, “cummin’ all over my cock. Such a naughty little slut.”

You whimper into his neck, feeling another orgasm starting to build up. 

“Want me to cum inside you baby?” He coos, “want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

“Y-yes!” You whine, wrapping your arms around him to keep yourself grounded. “Breed me, p-please Cass!”

Your words send him into overdrive, a primal growl ripping through him. He’s thrusting into you impossibly fast now, his balls slamming against your ass with every thrust. 

You squeal his name, your own voice sounding far away as you succumb to the pleasure. Cole’s thrusts get sloppier, and then he gives one final, hard thrust before spilling his cum deep inside of you. The warm cum filling you up is enough to bring about your own orgasm, intense shockwaves of pleasure washing through you. 

Your vision and hearing black out for a second as you cum, your muscles going rigid and then relaxing. Cassidy holds you to his chest, petting your back and mumbling in your ear while you cum. 

When you come to, you’re breathless and laying on top of Cass, his cock still buried inside of you. 

“So, cowgirl, did you enjoy the ride?”

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #overwatch x reader #ow2 #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #smut #cole cassidy smut #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x you #cole cassidy #cowboy x you #cowboy x reader #cowboy

[dreamlessinparis]

You're welcome my love 😏

Soooo I know this was meant to torment with beautiful gifs of men, however, my brain took it to a whole other level and this piece is about 2k. Don't come for me, it just happened haha. 🥴

Smut below the cut

Warnings: orgy, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), double penetration, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum play, cumshot, jealous Steve, reverse harem, sensory deprivation, bound hands, choking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, explicit language.

Beta'd by the lovely @sparkledfirecracker but all mistakes are my own.

You whined desperately, tugging on the silk ties binding your hands. It was thrilling to be bound and blindfolded, but you knew this time was different. This time you were being punished and you didn’t know what to expect.

“Remember your safe word, Angel?” Ari’s voice caressed your ear before placing a soft kiss beneath your lobe. You nodded slowly, biting your lip nervously. Would you need your safe word? 

“Don’t think she deserves a safe word,” you heard Steve chime in. You squirmed from your seat atop his desk. His voice was hard and angry. It made you uneasy. He was unpredictable when he was mad.

“Oh come on, Steve,” Curtis said. He was seated on your other side, his fingers trailing down your bare torso, towards the apex of your hips. “We can’t leave her without a safe word. She might have misbehaved but she’s still our girl.”

“Plus the little slut’ll be putty after the first time she can’t come,” Ransom snarled. His voice was further away, almost like he was seated on Steve’s couch. 

"Good point," Steve agreed. You were trying hard to track his movements but Curtis' fingers trailing down your skin made it near impossible. Ari's hand cupped your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He began placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Curtis dipped lower, making you lift your hips, "Behave, little dove, Steve’s already upset.”

The door opened and you were suddenly nervous. Who else was here? You knew all your men were accounted for. Mike, despite his silence, had been seated at Steve's desk when you had been dragged in here. And everyone else had spoken up to acknowledge their presence.

“Thank you for joining us, Lee." Steve greeted the charming Sheriff. It probably shouldn't have the effect that it had but Lee's arrival made you clench your thighs, trying to relieve some of the throbbing.

Flirting with him had been a bad idea but you couldn't help yourself. The power that oozed from his being and the heated way he watched you. Ari didn't usually mind your flirty manner but Steve … he didn't tolerate it.

How were you to know Steve was going to come by Ari's office to bring you both lunch. Perks of dating multiple men, someone was bound to bring you food everyday. Maybe if Lee hadn't had you pinned between his body and the wall, Steve wouldn't have been as mad but who knew, with him. The commanding voice as he called your name from across the office made you all tingly just thinking about it. 

“My pleasure, Rogers. What can I do for you?" His gravelly voice made you shiver and clench your thighs again.

“Sheriff making you excited, little one?” Ari growled. There was no point in lying to him. His hand on your knee gave you away every time you squeezed your thighs together. You nodded, eagerly. Ari clicked his tongue, wrapping his huge hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. “Curtis open her up. Let Lee see what he does to her." He ordered.

“Have a seat, Sheriff. Our girl seems to have forgotten her place. Thought you'd like to watch as we remind her.” Steve said in a smug voice. 

Curtis tossed one of your legs over his lap, spreading you wide.

“I don't know, Rogers. Seems like she's excited to see me. Look how she's dripping all over that desk.” Lee said in a gloating tone, "pitiful that five guys aren't enough to handle one girl."

Ransom snarled and it sounded like there was a struggle before he plopped down on the couch. “Shut your mouth, Bodecker. Otherwise, I won't hold Ransom back next time." Steve spat. "Ari, spread her other leg over your lap. Mike, have a taste.“

You heard Mike stand up and round the desk. Rough hands cupped your face, making you look up even though you couldn't see. “Behave yourself, doll, and don't come until I say so."

He waited for your nod before he kissed you hard. Tongue invading your mouth possessively. Your body arched as he gave your nipples a firm twist before pulling away.

There was a brief moment of pause before Mike's lips found yours. He continued kissing his way down until he was kneeling between your knees.

Your hips lifted as his mouth closed over your cunt. He began to eat you out like you were his favorite meal. Ari's lips found your right nipple, sucking and biting at it.

Curtis, in turn, sucked on your ear lobe before kissing along the curve of your neck. His facial hair scratched against the soft skin. Your whole body was alit with pleasure. You couldn't concentrate on anything, the dull, roaring your ear, sealing you into your own little world. The only thing you fought to remember was not to come. You couldn't come. You mustn't come.

But it was almost impossible the way Mike was ravishing you. The coil was beginning to unravel. Your thighs trembled as they tried to close around Mike's head but Curtis and Ari both had a tight grip on them.

You bit down on your bottom lip, fighting the blooming warmth in your abdomen. “That's enough, Mike,” Steve commanded and you groaned at the loss of his tongue. Your impending orgasm faded into nothing.

Steve lifted you off the desk, untying your hands before guiding you somewhere. Another pair of hands grabbed your waist, and you were pulled forward, gripping onto firm shoulders, from the soft wool beneath your hands, it was clear that you were on Ransom's lap. 

His cock was out, pressed against your swollen clit. You ground your hips down, and Ransom snarled "Don't you dare kitten. Can't act like a greedy whore and then try to suck up to me with that pretty pussy.”

"Ransom,” you whined, “I'm sorry." He chuckled humorlessly and kissed your pouty lips. He lifted you up and guided you down onto his length. Your eyes rolled back, savoring the way he stretched you out, the ridges and veins stroking your warm walls. “Don't move, baby, otherwise, Ari's gonna hurt going in.”

You let out a gargled groan, knowing that Ari was going to hurt no matter what. He was one of the biggest out of your boyfriends, him and Ransom. Steve knew that the two of them were a combination that wasn't one you usually took on. He truly was mad.

Ransom hissed as you clenched around him in anticipation for Ari. You rested your head on his shoulder, waiting patiently. Cool liquid hit your backside and Ransom spread your cheeks, allowing it to glide down to your puckered hole. A thumb rubbed it over the skin, moistening it. 

"So pretty," Steve mused.

"All spread out like that. Fuck," Mike growled. 

“You know what would make her even prettier?" Curtis chimed in. The other two hummed, "If we painted her back with our cum."

Lee groaned, having surprisingly been quiet to that point. "I think Bodecker likes the idea, Curtis,” Mike said smugly.

“Sorry, man. She's ours.” Steve chuckled.

“Enjoy the show though. She's about to be ruined. “ Curtis gloated. You heard him come closer before he kneeled on the couch beside you.

You felt Ari step behind you. His cock glided between your cheeks, nudging your hole with every pass, not pushing in yet. "You gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Ari,'' you responded, pushing your hips back. "Kitten," Ransom warned. You muttered an apology, waiting for Ari to push in.

Ari spanked your left cheek, then the right. The sting distracted you from the burn of him pushing in. You felt impossibly full, biting your lip hard until he fully seated himself. Neither man moved for a moment, and you were bursting with a need for more. A hand rested on your lower back.

“Relax, doll. Remember no cumming till I say." 

“I promise, Steve. I'll be good." You panted. He kissed your temple. Ari pulled out and pushed back in, Ransom pulling out as he did. The two men found a rhythm that had you holding onto the back of the couch tightly. Waves of pleasures washed over you and you moaned loudly with each punch of their hips.

They used you as their personal toy and you loved it. Nothing made you happier. Ransom grunted in your ear, fingers digging into your waist. Ari had a firm hold on the flesh of your ass, smacking it occasionally before grabbing a handful again. You heard Curtis moans with some slurping noises. Mike was sucking him off. That image made a wave of fresh arousal seeped out of you. 

From the way the two men were speeding up, you could tell they were both close. You began to rock your hips, trying to help them along.

Steve's hot hand on your back was the only thing keeping you from not forgetting that you couldn't come. No matter how much you needed to. The pressure was building again but you kept your body tightly wound up, thinking of literally anything else.

Ransom came first, his body tensing up with a shout. Ropes of cum filled you up. Before you even had an idea what was going on, Ari's hands hooked beneath your thighs, lifting you off of Ransom and straight onto Steve. You let out a choked moan, nails digging into his thick pecs.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so good,” Steve rolled his hips up. Somehow he and Ari were in better sync. You knew you weren't going to last long and you just hoped Steve was feeling merciful. "I know you’re my good girl. My pretty doll. Think you deserve to cum?"

"Mhmm, yes Steve. Anything for you. Just please let me cum," Steve kissed you, softly.

“Okay baby," he whispered, “you're gonna cum when I cum, deal?"

You nodded, quickly, grabbing his shoulders and the three of you began to move in quick fluid motions. Ari's body pressing against your back, trapping you against Steve's hard chest.

Now that the weight was lifted off your shoulders, you allowed yourself to melt into them. The fuzziness in your brain intensified with each stroke of their cocks. You swore you could see stars. 

Everything was becoming too much, you couldn't think straight. There was nothing you loved more than being used like this. "Fuck, Steve. Feels so good."

"Yeah, angel? You still like us more than Lee?” Ari growled in your ear. You clenched hard, whimpering, not sure if it was Lee's effect or how good it felt to be stuffed full.

"I don't know, Ari. Seems like she's still affected by Bodecker."

“No, no, no," you chanted, afraid that Steve was going to get mad again, “I want you. Just you guys.” 

Steve gave you another kiss, silencing you instantly. “Don't worry, doll you're ours." 

"And you're going to be reminded of that fact all night long," Ransom said, stroking your cheek. Your body tightened with need. "Would you like that baby?" 

His question made you whimper needily and you moaned his name. Ransom chuckled, loving that he could pull that reaction from you without even being inside you. 

Steve's thumb found your clit, making it hard to focus again so you simply nodded, burying your head into his neck. Ari's hands tightened on your ass and it wasn't long before he came with a roar. He was always the most vocal of all your lovers.

Steve guided your face up to his and kissed you. The two of you were ensnared in a deep kiss, as the two of you tumbled over the edge. You came so hard, your vision went white. Steve's lips were the only thing keeping you grounded. 

You barely registered the hot cum painting your back or the way Ari filled up your ass. Steve’s hips continued to fuck up into you, combining his cum with Ransom's. You slumped forward, body so worn out. This wasn't over, you had a long night ahead of you but you knew that Steve had proven his point. His hand rubbed your back comfortingly, especially when you whined from Ari pulling out.

"Did so good, doll. My sweet girl," Steve praised, “Curtis, escort Lee out, We have to get home." 

“Alright Bodecker, up. Round two awaits us at home and it's a private showing.”

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[pixiegrl]

Covered in Gold

Ashton wants Luke to fuck him. Luke is all to happy to indulge him.

Me: I'm going to work on prompts and fic exchange Also me: let's write more bottom ashton 

on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31361699

#5 seconds of summer #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #lingerie sos #lingerie luke series #bottom ashton #bottom ashton for jess #luke and ashton are just having a fun time while ashton fucks himself riding luke's dick #luke's so in love it hurts #2k just for me to talk about hips and love handles and thighs again #my writing

[noctumbra]

𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕

summary ─ you were a trouble. you were a walking sin. that was okay, though. james knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

pairing ─ dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ DARK FIC, smut, +18, slight dub con, explicit murder scene, major character death, rough sex, mean!bucky, degradition, name calling, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, shitty smut lol, bucky is stuck up on morality (?) aka he doesn't like when women show some skin off because he thinks it's wrong, mentions of rape (didn't happen), biblical references??

a/n ─ hellooo! this is one of those rare times where i write dark fic lmao, this is my entry for @bitchassbucky 's 2K writing challenge. my prompt is "if you're reading this, i'm dead." with criminals au. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, thank you so much! <333

explicit murder scene starts after the * mark.

You were too close.

The guy’s hands were way too close you. His eyes were roaming all over your body like a hungry panther; he was waiting for the right moment to attack and feed on you, and the worst thing was you were letting him look.

It was not okay in James’ book. You shouldn’t have been doing that, shouldn’t have flaunted your body the way you did: A dress that was too short and showed your legs more than it should and its cleavage was too deep, even from his seat, which was at the far end of the bar, he could almost see your nipples, and then you had these high heels. They were thin heels, very high, that made your feet look elegant but at the same time sinful. They were putting the attention to your legs.

James tilted his head just a little bit to his side as he watched you.

You were laughing freely, loudly, and throwing your head back. You were revealing your neck like that, this time drawing the attention to your almost bare chest. Sometimes you touched the person who made you laugh; a gentle caress on their arm, or a light grab on their shoulder… You didn’t know what kind of effect you had on them; the men shivered every time you touched their arms or shoulders. They were getting hungrier, James could tell. Their eyes were roaming all over your body even more, they were black, almost, and they kept licking their lips as if to stop themselves from drooling.

He shook his head in disappointment. Some men were really weak, he thought as he watched one of the guys adjusting their pants because they became tight with the sight of you.

You were a trouble.

You were a walking sin.

That was okay, though. James knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

──

James approached you slowly. He did not want to frighten you or give you the wrong vibe. He handled with the other guys at the bathroom when they visited it to empty their bladders. He could talk to you without being interrupted, now. Although he probably had twenty or so minutes before the guys were discovered by some other patrons in the bar, so he had to charm you in a short amount of time and had to convince you to join him for the night.

He was in a cleansing mood.

So, he ordered a soda. He didn’t drink on nights when he was working, and he had plans for you and preferred to stay fully sober. The bartender put the drink in front of him silently and went back to drying the glasses. James took a sip, watching you with the corner of his eyes.

“Lovely dress,” he murmured gently, his eyes on the bartender. “You look like summer in the middle of a stormy night.” He turned his head to you; his blue eyes were intense as they took your shocked but pleased face in. You ducked your head.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but he heard you anyway. He was surprised that you were playing the innocent card. You were far from being innocent, he could tell. He only needed to take one look, and he knew right away. Maybe that was how your way. Maybe that was how you lured your preys in. James smiled despite his chain of thoughts.

“You’re very welcome,” he nodded, and then turned his body to you. “I’m James,” he extended his hand. He didn’t mind you knowing his name; you were going to be cleaned at the end of the night anyway. You smiled.

“Y/N,” you said, gently shaking his hand. James almost hummed loudly at the touch of your soft skin against his. His hands were rough, their texture wasn’t soft anymore, but yours were. They were soft. He liked that. It was nice to feel soft things against his own skin every once in a while. “You look tired,” you murmured after two beats of silence. James barely kept his smile soft and contained the twitch of his lips which threatened to form his smile into a smirk.

You were desperate.

The only thing he needed to do was to show you some affection, pour out some sweet words and now, you were desperate to talk to him more.

“I am,” James responded with a neutral voice, but he was mindful to add some sort of a sigh at the end. “Not so much, but I am.” He sent you an equally tired smile that matched up with his story. You gave him a soft look before inching your chair towards his. You were unaware of stepping into a very feral wolf’s den.

──

It wasn’t a hard work for him, to keep you talking and drinking while he was charming and maybe seducing you all along.

You were a little tipsy as he walked up to you anyway, James just made sure that you kept drinking. You were doing every single thing that was wrong in his book; the cleansing he’d be doing tonight with your help was going to be a good one.

“What brought you here?” You asked him. You weren’t slurring yet, and honestly, James didn’t want you that drunk, so after you were finished with the glass you had, he was going to stop you. As much as he liked seeing you indulge yourself into the sins like this, because it was going to make his cleansing better, he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your last moments.

James shrugged. “Just passing by, to be honest,” he murmured. It wasn’t a lie. He was passing by. He would be leaving this small town in the morning, most likely 6AM sharp. “How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. His head cocked to his side, eyes teasingly narrowed and lips stretched into a dangerous smirk. He was a handsome man, James knew that, and he liked to use it to his own advantage in these kinds of things.

“I’m going home,” you said. “It’s a long way, though, so I’m just spending the night here.” You sent him a small smile and finished the last drop of your drink. Just when you lifted your hand to ask for more, James placed his hand over the glass.

“I think it’s enough for the night, don’t you think?” He murmured, and then he stood up and moved closer to you. “Besides it would ruin the fun if you were to get too intoxicated.” James saw your eyes getting heavier with a hazy look, saw your chest stop moving and heard the hitch in your breath.

“What fun?” You asked. James let his lips form into a smirk, this time.

“If you join me for the night, I think you can find out,” he whispered, leaning in just a little. You whimpered softly. You were turned on; you were desperate for him, for what he could give you, what he could make you feel. It should have felt empowering, but it didn’t. It made him feel disgusted.

“Alright,” you agreed easily.

Wrong. This was wrong, what you were doing. Wrong. You shouldn’t have agreed to spend a night with a stranger this easily. You shouldn’t have been let that stranger seduce you like this, but you were naïve. You were desperate.

So, James smirked. He held out his arm and walked out of the bar with your arm looped into his.

──

James wasn’t a big fan of having sex. He knew he could go without having it, and he had, once. It wasn’t hard, abstaining himself from sex or any sort of psychical contact with anyone. It was very easy, actually, but it wasn’t worth it. He’d stop by one of the towns he was passing by, have a wild night and relieve himself and then he’d move on.

He called them cleansing.

He’d find a woman, watch them and try to decide if they were worthy of his cleansing nights. If they were, James would take them back to his motel room. He’d have his sex, give them pleasure, make them take whatever he gave them, and when he was free of his sins, he’d get rid of them.

Tonight was his cleansing day, and you were his vessel.

─

“Fuck!” You moaned as James slammed you back against his motel room door. His mouth was assaulting your neck, your bare chest, all the skin you showed to those men and made them lose their control, James left his mark.

His hands were under your dress. They were running along your soft skin, along length of your legs, and he grabbed your ass beneath the skirt to haul you up. With a soft moan you held tightly onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you let him carry you to the bed. His lips were stroking yours so perfectly, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmured against your lips as he laid you on the bed. He was on fours between your legs, your dress skirt bunched and ankles looped behind his thick thighs. “You like having some touching you like this.” He trailed a finger gentle from your ankle to your hips, digging his nails lightly. You sighed.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, I love it.” James hummed. His fingers grabbed a hold of your flimsy panties, ripping them off with a flick of his fingers. You gasped, but it was so hot to watch, you couldn’t say anything. James discarded the ripped material. He hummed once again as he swiped his fingers through your core, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch.

“So wet…” He whispered. “You’re turned on, hm?” You nodded, desperately biting your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to let out. James pulled on your dress. “Take this off,” he ordered, a dangerous growl in his voice. You shuddered and scrambled to obey him. Quickly sliding the straps of the dress, you slid out of it in a blink. You threw the dress on one of the chairs in the room and settled under him again with a sigh.

James was right about almost being able to see your nipples because you weren’t wearing anything to cover them underneath that dress. He growled. You were so careless with your body, he realized. You never thought about what might happen to it before you threw it towards someone that could charm you with handful of words.

James wanted to laugh: You were so fucking easy.

Licking his lips, he ran his hands all over the now-available naked skin. It was very soft to touch, warm and smooth. It felt nice under his fingertips. James wanted to dig his nails and draw some blood just to ruin the perfect smoothness of your skin. He wanted to mark it, wanted to destroy its beauty so that no one would want to touch it ever again.

“Mm,” he heard you hum. Ignoring your writhing, James continued to stroke the warm skin beneath him. James sighed. “James…” You breathed, eyes closed and mouth open.

“What is it?” James asked. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You wiggled and writhed under him again. He could see that you were shying away from him for some reason, and he was intended to find out why. “Mm? Tell me. What is it?” You bit your lip, watched his eyes darken with the smallest action.

“I, um,” you whispered. “Can you be rough with me?” You asked gently. James narrowed his eyes. They were filled with amusement.

“You wan’ me to rough you up, love? Hm?” He leaned in and grabbed your face in his palm, squeezing your jaw, he pulled it towards his. He nudged your nose with his own softly. “You wan’ my bruises all over your body? Wan’ me to mark you up?” You were nodding excitedly; head bobbing up and down, eyes glimmering with anticipation, James thought you were adorable. He chuckled darkly. “Use your words,” he commanded with a low, rough voice.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly and whimpered. “Yes, I want your marks!” James hummed. It was a content, happy sound.

“Good, baby,” he whispered and flipped your over in a blink. He pulled your hips up as he placed a hand on your face and buried it into the bedding, almost constricting your breathing. You groaned throatily. “This what you wanted, yeah?” He leaned in until his lips were next to your ear. “You gonna get it.”

Briefly pulling away, James took off his clothes and laid them on the chair all folded. He climbed up on the bed, took his position between your thighs and pressed his groin against yours. Your dripping core felt warm and slick against his hard on. He closed his eyes and grunted lightly at the feeling, hips moving slightly. You wiggled your hips, pressed your ass back at him and coated his erection with your slick. James groaned. His hands were quick to find your hips and grabbing them tightly.

“You do not move unless I tell you so,” he snarled. His hand released your ass cheek and slapped it harshly, making the flesh jiggle. “You are to follow my orders,” he snarled again as he slapped the other cheek. You whimpered. “You disobey, and I’ll make sure you’re in pain.” He quickly gave you a slap right on your clit, making you shout into the bedding. “You hear?” You nodded.

“Yes, yes, I hear,” you whined. “’m sorry. I’ll follow your orders, sorry,” you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. James smiled.

“Good girl,” he whispered. The hand that was still resting on your ass sneaked its way up into your hair, and he yanked it harshly. You cried out. Your hands grabbed his thick thighs as something to hold on when he pulled your body flushed against his. “The sounds you make,” he snarled. He released his hold on your hair. “Grab the condom. It’s in the drawer.” James pointed the one on your left, and you leaned to get it.

After he put on the condom, he cornered and caged you on the bed, under him. You were breathing heavily, he could see how wet you were and how warm your body had become. “I’m gonna be rough,” he warned you. “I’m gonna degrade you, slap you, pull your fucking hair and I will not stop, y’hear me?” You nodded. That was exactly what you wanted from him. “Yell as loud as you want. Let’em know I’m making you feel so good.” He kissed you on the lips once and slid inside of you in one thrust.

You groaned loudly as your eyes rolled back. They way he filled you was so fucking perfect, you felt yourself tear up. Your hands were holding onto his biceps, nails digging softly as James started thrusting without missing a beat.

The pace he set up was hard and almost punishing. All the rage and tension in his body was loaded into his thrusts, making your body jolt up and down every single time his hips kissed yours. The sound of skin-slapping-skin was almost too loud, but James closed his eyes as he listened to it. His hands were grabbing your thighs tight enough to leave bruises in its wake, nails digging hard enough to draw some blood. James growled.

“So good,” he murmured to himself as he once again flipped you onto your stomach. He watched the jiggle of your ass with his each thrust, watched how perfect it was and warm it made him feel. It sent tingles all over his body. Pulling at your hips, he positioned you half-sitting on his lap, half-lying onto your stomach. He was hitting and reaching deeper with each movement of his cock, he knew it. Your screams of pleasure were letting him know. “Hmm, damn…” He groped your breasts. Pinching the soft, loose flesh, he pulled at your nipples.

“James!” You moaned, but you were slurring. James grinned devilishly. He sneaked his hand from your breast to your pussy and slapped it. Your hips twitched, and he slapped it again. Your walls were rippling around him like mad, James was loving it. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit. Tears were freely rolling down on your cheeks, but they were pleasant ones.

“Yeah?” James hissed. “You feelin’ good, slut? Hm? Tell me.” He listened to your litany of ‘yeses’ and moans and whimpers. He dug his nails on your breasts, digging them deep and dragging them down roughly. You shouted. James could feel the trickle of blood on his fingertips, and he chuckled darkly.

“We are just starting, dove,” he whispered into your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat.

****

James watched you as you dozed on and off. You were sprawled onto the bed, starfishing, and had a dopey smile on your face. You were so beautifully blessed out, James felt proud. His eyes roamed all the marks and bruises he left on your gorgeous body: Bite marks, handprints, nails… They looked incredible.

“Damn,” he heard you whisper. You giggled. You sounded drunk, but it wasn’t because of the booze you consumed earlier, it was all sex. “This was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” you said, grinning. James just hummed. Lifting himself on his strong legs, he walked over to his small bag. He opened it.

His clip point bowie knife was winking at him cheekily in his bag, and James smiled. He grabbed it gently. Fingertips running over the sharp and smooth edge of it, James sighed. This knife had served him so well over the years, it became his lucky charm and his go-to. Tonight, it was going to serve him once more.

“Are you still there?” You murmured, head lifting tiredly. “Or have I been talkin’ to myself all alon’?” You chuckled.

“’m here,” James whispered. You hummed, head falling onto the pillow. He walked over to your tired and used body. Your eyes were closed, but you had a happy smile on your face. James stroked your cheek as he mounted you.

“Mmm,” you protested lightly. “You wore me out. Can’t go again.”

“I don’t want you to,” James whispered, licking his lips hungrily. His pupils dilated with the anticipation. His hand moved to your hair from your cheek and he stroked it, too. You purred. James grinned. He looked like a mad man with a grin like that, he was aware, but this was his favorite moment.

He fisted his hand into your hair, yanking you half-upright. Without letting you understand what was happening, he ran the knife along your throat. A clean, deep cut. He heard your gurgled breath, watched the blood pouring out.

James smiled at your half shocked and half blessed face as he watched the blood pouring out of your body and pet your hair all the while. He could feel the relief filling his body already. He sighed deeply, relishing the feeling.

He loved his cleansing nights.

He loved watching them fading out.

It was why he was created.

──

Another body was found exactly a month later after the last one.

Despite the undisturbed look in general, he could see couple bruises peeking under the clothing that wrapped her body innocently. Rogers knew what he was going to find when he dug a little deeper. He knew how all the bruises the killer left behind was going to look like. He also knew that the forensics was going to say she was most likely got raped, but it wasn’t true.

Rogers had been working on this killer’s case for some time, now. He had seen cases of his killings enough to know that he cared about consent. The bruises, damage on genital parts on the bodies were all asked for. Rogers felt like he knew the killer like a best friend with how much personality to put into his… craft.

He would watch them first, seized his options. That was how he’d choose his next victim, most of the time. Then, he’d approach them, make small talk maybe, and charm them right away. It was a funny and humiliating fact that they had no visuals about the killer; no one seemed to saw his face, or remembered it. Rogers figured he must at least have a decent enough face to charm the women the way he did. Then, he’d take them to one of the rooms in the motel nearby. He’d get his pleasure, satisfy himself, and then. Then, he’d get to work.

This one, the body in front of him, was definitely his work.

The scene Rogers was facing was weirdly peaceful. It was by a lake with lots of willow trees surrounding it. It was almost 5AM in the morning; the cool breeze of the night was even sharper now. There was no noise, only owls making soft cooing sounds. The darkness of the sky was the darkest before the sun peeked through its black curtains.

However, Rogers was not there for the scenery. Not that kind, at least.

She was standing by one of the willow trees. Her body was positioned in such way that it looked like she was just leaning against the tree and watching the view in front of her. It might have looked normal, like nothing was wrong if she was wearing a coat or something, but she wasn’t. The white dress she had on was beautiful. It was simple, no designs or anything. The dress had long sleeves; the fabric was covering her chest up to her neck/shoulder joint and the skirt part of it was reaching to her ankles. She had matching flats on her feet. The skirt was only allowing Rogers to have very small peek of her skin.

Her hair looked clean when he came closer. It was up in a half-braid, thrown over her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her in a submissive way, her fingers were laced together. She had an also white, silk scarf covering her neck. Simple silver earrings were put, she looked really beautiful.

Her face, however, was the creepiest part.

It looked almost alive; she had a serene look on her face, a faint smile on her lips and the look in her eyes were soft. She really looked like she was watching the view, but she was dead. Her skin looked undisturbed, but Rogers knew that if he were to rip the dress off, he’d find her genital organs all mangled. He would also find all the bruises that this elegant dress was perfectly covering up.

“Same guy?” Wilson asked as he approached Rogers. He nodded. His blue eyes were inspecting the girl’s body carefully. “These poor girls,” Wilson sighed. “What is he trying to do, I don’t get it.”

Rogers knew what he was trying to do.

“He’s stopping them from sinning ever again,” he murmured as he eyed the note where the killer pinned the note. It was sitting right over her heart innocently, an elegant hand writing was smiling at him gently on the cream-colored paper. One sentence was striking, but he could see more things were written on the small paper. It was that one sentence that was haunting him in his nightmares. Rogers counted exactly seven drops of blood on the paper. One of the drops was darker than the other: It was the third one.

“Does that mean anything?” Wilson frowned. He was new to this case, so he didn’t know the meanings of the small details the killer loved to leave behind.

“Yeah. Seven drops. Seven deadly sins. Third drop is darker than the others which indicate which sin she had died from.”

“Which is?”

As he answered Wilson, Rogers sighed deeply.

“Lust.”

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳...

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[doctorstethoscope]

Ladies Night || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Hi all, celebrating @ssahotchswife’s feral Monday with this self indulgent fic based on an ask I sent last week. 

18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI

contains: praise, excessive teasing, unprotected penetrative sex, alcohol consumption 

wc: 2k

The call comes in around 1:30 in the morning, just as Aaron is packing away all the paperwork he brought home for the weekend and getting settled into pajamas. Strangely, though, the name on his screen reads Prentiss, not yours, and the adorable selfie you’d taken with Jack and left on his phone was not lighting up his screen. His mind quickly takes him through all the worst case scenarios, but he shoves them away as he brings the phone to his ear. 

“Hotchner,” he answers. 

“Hey, Hotch.” Emily says back breezily. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“No, I was up. Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Your girl’s about to take off in an Uber, though, and I figured I would save all of us the lecture about getting in a cab alone at night and just have you come get her.” 

Aaron shakes his head fondly as he grabs his keys off the counter. “I thought she was staying the night at your place?”

“That was the plan, but she’s had her fair share of margaritas and she said something about a pregame for Jack? Hotchner, I didn’t think I needed to tell you this, but he’s too young for the hard stuff.” 

Aaron scoffed as he locked the door behind him. “His pregame breakfast, Emily. For his soccer game. She makes his eggs and toast and fruit into a little face, and Jack thinks it’s  lucky. I could have handled it.” 

“Well, you can have that argument with her when you get here, but she’s pretty out of it, and was determined to be home before he woke up.” 

“I’m on my way, don’t let her into an Uber.” Aaron says as he starts the engine of his car and pulls out of the parking lot towards Emily’s place. 

“I know better.” Emily says before hanging up.

The roads are empty, so Aaron’s drive is brief, and he’s knocking on Emily’s door in less than ten minutes. JJ is standing on the other side, and she shoots him an apologetic glance. 

“We may have let things get a little out of hand here,” she confesses 

“How out of hand?” Aaron asks, following JJ towards the living room.

“You might want to make sure you have pedialite at home.” She tells Hotch as they both enter the living room.

He finds you sitting on the floor, your back against the couch as Garcia braids your hair. Your eyes are shut, but you can’t be sleeping, because your face is split into a grin.

“Okay sweets, you’re all set,” Garcia says, securing the braid with an elastic, and you open your eyes. 

“Aaron!” You say, finding him leaning against the wall and smiling down at you. You stand up far too quickly, and stumble into his arms— he secures you with a hand wrapped around your waist.  “You didn’t have to come get me baby, I was just going to call an Uber.” 

“We can have that conversation in the morning, dear,” he said, squeezing at your hips. Even as drunk as you were, you could tell that that idea hadn’t gone over well with your decidedly overprotective boyfriend. You do what you can to soften him up a bit. 

“Thank you for rescuing me from the terrors of Quantico, Virginia. My handsome hero,” you flirted shamelessly, giggling and rising up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Aaron’s lips, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and curling your fingers into his hair. 

Aaron smiles as he pulls away from you, much more mindful of all his coworkers milling about the apartment than you were. “Say goodnight to the girls, hon, and we’ll head home.” 

You make your way around the apartment, bidding the girls goodnight with hugs and promises to host next time, before making your way back to Aaron’s arms so he can lead you out to the car. 

“I know you think I was just being silly, but I meant it when I said you looked handsome.” You told him as you fumbled with your seatbelt. 

“I’m in my pajamas,” he laughed at you as he pulled out into the street. 

“I know. I like you like that. All ruffled and undone,” you told him, reaching a hand over to run through his hair, then down his chest, resting your hand over the crotch of his grey sweatpants. 

“Darling—“ Aaron warned you. 

“Come on, you came all the way out to get me. I think I owe you one.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“You don’t owe me anything— the peace of mind of having you here with me is enough.” He tells you genuinely. 

You leaned over the center console to whisper in his ear. “If you think something as sweet as that is going to talk me out of wanting you, you’re crazy,” you told him, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his neck, and smirking to yourself as you saw his grip tighten on the wheel out of the corner of your eye. 

You settled back into your seat, but left your hand against his upper thigh, drumming your fingers against him every so often. You could tell that you were getting to him, could see the tension knitting away at his brow, and truth be told, you could feel the way your own boldness was affecting you, too. 

After what felt like an eternity, Aaron finally parked the car, and you unbuckled in an instant. 

“Race you inside!” You said, taking off with a laugh and stumbling your way to the door.

“You’re lucky you didn’t fall,” Aaron chastised you with absolutely nothing behind it after watching you drunkenly zig zag through the parking lot.

You shrugged as he unlocked the door and you went inside. “I knew you’d catch me.” 

He reached for your hand and tugged on it, catching you against his chest. “And I always will,” he told you, ducking down to kiss you as he fumbled with the door behind you, pushing it shut. 

“I want you,” you whispered, bucking your hips against nothing as you brought both your hands up to wind your fingers in his hair. “I want you so bad,” you confess as he moves his mouth from your lips to your neck to your collarbone.

You start moving backwards towards the bedroom, but Aaron has other plans. He picks you up by the waist and sets you on top of the kitchen island, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it towards the couch. You throw your head back as he starts to plant wet kisses against your chest and brushes his thumb over your exposed stomach. 

“So needy, huh darling? We’re you thinking about me fucking you as soon as I came by to pick you up?” Aaron asked as he took your bra off, punctuating his question by pulling one of your nipples in between his teeth. You gasped out at the sensation, but quickly groaned as Aaron stepped away from you entirely.

“I asked you a question, angel.” 

“Yes,” you whimpered out, desperate to feel his hands on you again.

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, I was thinking about you fucking me as soon as I saw you at Emily’s.” 

“Naughty girl,” Aaron smirked, stepping back towards you and taking your other nipple in his mouth, lifting a hand to occupy your other breast. 

You groaned, simultaneously loving and hating his propensity for teasing. 

After a moment, he pulled away, redirecting his mouth towards inner thighs, moving his way up towards your shorts. Your thighs tensed in anticipation, and Aaron let out a dark chuckle. 

“You poor thing. You must be soaked and I haven’t even taken off your shorts yet,” he said, rubbing his nose against the seam of your jeans, the thick fabric pushing against your clit and making you jump.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Aaron. Please touch me.”

“Oh, but doll. I’m having so much fun teasing you.” He said, pulling you off the counter and pulling your shorts and panties off in one fluid motion. He turned you around to bend you over the counter, wrapping an arm around your waist to make sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself. You could feel his hard cock through his sweatpants, and you ground down against it. 

“So impatient,” Aaron tsked at you as he slid his sweatpants off, taking his cock in his hand and running it up and down your slit. You let out a little whimper, and he chuckled. 

“You know I’m just going to sit here until you beg. I could do this all night, sweetheart. 

“Please, please, please. I want you so bad. Please, please put your cock inside me.” 

“Say my name,” he commands, and your knees buckle. He tightens his arm around your waist so you don’t fall.

“Aaron, please fuck me. I need you.” 

He’d never deny you of something you needed. You knew that. He entered you deliciously slowly, stretching you gently even though you were so turned on he could have made his way in with no issue. 

“You feel so good, baby,” Aaron says as he pulls out of you just as slowly as he entered, and then begins to pick up the pace. 

You arched your back against him as he continued to thrust, changing the angle just enough to make you cry out. Aaron moves a hand from your hip to cover your mouth.

“Do you like that, pretty girl?” He asks, and you nod, although apparently the question was facetious. “I know you do, but you need to be quiet. Can my little slut hold her tongue or do I need to gag you?” He asks, his pace unrelenting as he does.

You swear your eyes roll back into your head— you’re not sure what’s gotten into Aaron tonight, but you’d better figure it out so you can get him to act like this more often. 

Aaron removes his hand from your mouth and you bite your lip.

“Good girl,” he praises you, and you keen. He wraps his now free hand around your waist and brings his fingers down to play with your clit lazily. You gasp, but cover your own mouth before you can let out a moan.

“Good job, princess. You’re being so good for me. I’m going to take such good care of you.” Praise flowed freely from Aaron has he picked up the pace on your clit, and soon you’re bucking into his hand. 

“Aaron,” you hissed out. “feels so good, baby. I’m gonna—“ 

“I know, angel, I know. Go ahead and come on my cock. You’ve earned it.” He assures you, pushing your hair to the side so he can kiss your neck tenderly. 

Your orgasm crashes into you, and Aaron works you through it, your pleasure triggering his relief. You bracket your elbows on the counter so Aaron doesn’t have to worry about holding you up, and he does the same, so that his chest is pressed against your back but you’re not bearing his weight. You take a few moments to catch your breath together, and then Aaron reaches across the island for a paper towel, wiping you clean as he removes himself from you. Once you’re clean and the paper towel is disposed of, Aaron spins you around and plants a kiss to your lips.

“You go ahead and sleep in tomorrow,” he tells you. “I’ll take care of Jack’s breakfast.” 

You smile up at him and shake your head. “Not a chance. It’s not lucky when you make it.” 

He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle as he gets you a glass of water. “If you ever want to get lucky again, you’d better drink this and get to bed where I can’t hear your sass.” 

“Oh, but the sass is half the fun,” you whined teasingly, taking your water in one hand and his hand in your other as you dragged him to bed.

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[midnight-dreamerness]

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summary: Chris goes on a mission and doesn't return.

pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

warning: mentioned of death. Lots of angst tbh.

word count: 2k

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You knew what you signed up for when you said yes to going on a date. You knew there was a possibility that he wouldn’t come home. It was a risk you were willing to take to be loved by him. And he did. He did love you. More than anyone. He promised to marry you one day. He said he wanted to have children and settle down in a small town and live out the rest of his life with you, but there was something he had to do first.

So he left. He had been gone for three months when Leon knocked on your door. You saw the look on his face and that’s all it took for your world to come crashing down.

You didn’t do much after that. You stayed inside, playing what Leon said over and over until you had cried yourself to sleep.

“There was a problem. He had to go back in, but…the place exploded. They never found a body. I’m sorry.”

You cried and cried and cried. For months that’s all you did. No one could come through to you, not even Claire, who was going through something similar. You hated that she was handling it better than you were.

Claire stayed with you, but it wasn’t long before she had to go back to work. You didn’t even say anything when she told you she was leaving, simply buried your head into Chris’s pillow. But when you heard the door shut, you cried harder.

She reminded you of him. Her stubbornness. Her attitude.

She wouldn’t let you wallow all day. She made you get up. Made you eat. Made you wash your hair even though it was the last thing you wanted to do. But that did stop you from dying inside. Your clothes started to hang off your body, it got even worse after she left. You sleep all the time but your eyes still help dark bags under them. You didn’t care. What was the point? You had no one anymore. You were a shell of the person you used to be. When he died, he took your heart with him.

Leon had taken it upon himself to make sure you were okay. He came ever so often, restocked the fridge, made sure everything was okay before he left again. But there was something about this visit that made him stay. He looked into Chris’s room, watching your unsteady breathing as you slept. Even asleep, you couldn’t function right without him, without Chris.

So when you woke up he told you he was moving in, to which you protested. You argued that you didn’t need anyone to take care of you, you could do it yourself.

“Look at what you're doing to yourself!” He argued, making you stand in front of your full length mirror. You glanced over yourself with teary eyes. Your skin was dull and your eyes lacked any sort of emotion but sadness. Your clothes looked two sizes too big and you could clearly see your cheek bones. You took in a breath and placed your hand over your mouth.

“Do you think Chris would want this for you?” Leon asked, cradling you in his arms. You shook your head as an answer and pulled him close. You missed him so much that it hurt. All you did was cry and sleep. Every little thing reminded you of him. This apartment reminded you of him. You knew deep down that you needed to leave to get better, but you were afraid you would forget him. And you didn’t want that. He was your first everything. And he was supposed to be your last, you hated that he wouldn’t get to be.

You decided a couple days later that you would be moving in with Leon. Just until you felt like you could make it on your own again. And it was great. You applied for a job, to get your mind off of things. Although you had been working at the BSAA at the time of Chris’s….. You decided it was best that you found another, one that would get your mind off of him instead of filling it with the memories you both had together.

You did find one, pretty quickly actually.

You stuffed the tip the lovely couple left you into the pocket of your apron and headed to the back with the empty plates and cups.

“Did you see the way that guy was staring at you?” Trisha, my new friend and coworker, says as she walks inside the back beside me. You groan at her eagerness and place the dirty dishes on the tray to be washed.

She giggles and walks with you back out Into the front where you start wiping down the front counter.

“Yes. I did notice, Trish.”

She begins to gush as to how cute you both would be and how perfect your children would look.

You avoided the conversation all together, the way he stared at you sent shivers down you alone and triggered memories you didn’t want to remember in that particular moment. Your heart began to ache again. Luckily, you got to head home early today.

You were ready to talk about what happened with Leon, who surprisingly had the day off.

“Why haven’t you told her?” Leon asked, setting the table for dinner. You shrugged and picked at your nails as you leaned up against the kitchen counter.

“She’s your friend. You need to tell her.”

“I don’t like talking about it.”

“We’re technically talking about it now.”

A huff leaves your lips and you fall into your seat at the table. You glance up at him for a moment. He stared down at you with his arms folded over his chest and a knowing look etched across his face. You look around the room, trying not to give into his stare. You notice another plate set and you ask him about it, to which he responded:

“First of all, don’t change the subject. Tell her. And second, Claire is coming over.”

You mumble under your breath and fold your arms, like a child. Leon chuckles.

“I love you. And I love that you’ve found someone you clicked with aside from the cat down the street.”

You go to protest but you're cut off by the sound of the door bell ringing. You get up and walk alongside Leon to answer the door, grumbling under your breath. Claire stood there, an unreadable expression on her face. You hadn’t taken notice of the tall man standing behind her. But when you did, your eyes began to fill with tears

“There’s something I need to-“

“Chris?”

His eyes meet yours for a short moment before he’s crashing into you. His arms wrapping around your waist tightly, afraid if he let you go he’d lose you all over again. You were in shock. Your body is frozen and not yet reacting to the feeling of him. It was familiar and warm. It was what you ached for when you woke up in the middle of the night. It was what you were missing when he was gone, when you thought he was dead.

“Princess?”

The nickname. It reached out and pulled you in. You reacted instantly, a sob leaving your lips and you grabbed him and held him tightly.

“I thought - I thought -“

“Shh. I know. I’m here now.”

You rest against his chest, his scent radiating over you, making you cry harder. He had come back to you. This had to be a dream, you were scared to death that it was.

“It’s been 7 months, Chris. Where were you?”

Leon glanced down at the sleeping girl as she snuggled into her returned lover. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he couldn’t lie. He was happy that she got him back.

“I had no choice but to stay away. There was…someone after me. I had to take care of the problem.”

“For 7 months? Do you realize how much that took a toll on her?”

Chris glared Leon down, who simply ran his hands over his face in frustration.

“She’s been a mess. Ask Claire.”

Claire adjusted herself comfortably but awkwardly in her chair. Her eyes trained on her shoes.

“Claire-“

“You weren’t here, Chris. We are so glad to have you back. But you should’ve called. Should’ve sent a letter. She was killing herself.”

Chris felt awful for what happened. He couldn’t let anyone know he was alive, it would’ve put them in danger. He hopes one day they’ll understand that. He knew you would.

He explained it to them. How everything went down, and why he had to do what he did to keep them/you alive.

“Tell me. How was she?”

Leon explained it to him as simply as he could. How she wouldn’t eat, didn’t go out, barely talked at all. Chris hugged her tighter to his chest as he soaked in everything. Every word that came from Leon’s mouth made him grimace.

“She’s taking pills to help her sleep at night. She’s even got a job down the street. Working at Sally’s.”

“We’ll I’m here now. And I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

It was the next day when you woke up. You jumped out of bed and looked around. You were alone. Tears entered your eyes as you had come to the conclusion that it was a dream. Chris wasn’t here. He didn’t come home. You sat down on the bed and sobbed, holding your hands to your chest.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

Chris rushed towards you and bent down to meet your eyes. They widened and relief spread through your body like a wildfire. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“God, I thought it was a dream.”

Chris chuckled under his breath and lifted you up by your thighs. He turned and sat on the bed and readjusted you so you were sitting comfortably on his lap. You squeal and giggled as he sat you down, smiling and pecking his lips.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

You shake your head and peck his lips again.

“I'm glad you're here. Chris, I -“

“They told me everything. I’m done. I’m retiring. And I’m going to give you that life I promised you.”

Butterflies filled your stomach and you couldn’t help the tears that slid down your face. Excitement isn’t a big enough word to describe how you were feeling. You were so happy to have him back. It felt like years since he had been gone, not even gone. You thought he was dead, in your mind you were never getting him back. But here he is. He has you in his lap, his hands resting on the curve of your hips, fingers tracing soft shapes into your exposed skin. Your eyes locked on each other, basking in the moment that you wanted to last forever.

He was home.

He was home in your arms.

“Marry me?”

#chris redfield imagine #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #resident evil village #resident evil 8 village #resident evil #resident evil village imagine #leon kennedy #claire redfield #reader insert

[amberwritesstuffs]

A very special dinner.

Summary: Wanda has been working a lot lately and you decide to make her dinner to cheer her up.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy!Wanda, fingering, degradation, praise kink, oral (r giving), slightly choking. (If I’m missing anything please let me know!)

Word count: 2k

Wanda was working home tonight too, arranging some paperwork Steve asked her to, she had been sitting in front of the desk nonstop since morning. She had been working a lot but today was the worst yet. The only time you actually saw her through the day was when you brought her some take out lunch and ate with her while straddling her lap, you talked a little but after eating you let her work again.

You were missing the attention of your Mommy but at the same time you knew she was going to be tired of working as she was for the entire week.

You were lying in bed watching a movie, hugging her pillow that had her scent and made you always feel safe (and turned on, but this was not the time) when you decided to do something nice for her, she was the one to always take care of you and made you feel better when you were tired or sad, so you could do it for her too. She deserved it for being such a good Mommy.

After evaluating your options, you decided it would be better to make her dinner since for lunch you had take-out. You were not the best like her, but you can defend yourself, besides, doing something easy but fancy should be a piece of cake. The recipe you mastered like Gordon Ramsay (According to you, but you fooled no one, that was not your fort) was a simple lemon pasta with garlic shrimp. You knew Wanda would love anything you cook for her, even if it was just a plain sandwich, but this was a different special occasion. She had been working nonstop and barely had any free time, but every little time she had, she made it up to you, to care and make you feel good, so, it was fair to do the same.

You started cooking the pasta, plain spaghetti in some boiling water while retreating the shrimp from the freezer. Meanwhile it was a relatively easy recipe and you made it before, you looked for it from your phone to just not mess it up.

Unfreeze the shrimp, clean it, cut it, and into a pan with butter. You started making your way through the kitchen, while listening to some music and moving your hips to the rhythm. It was getting better and better, and the kitchen smelled awesome with the mixed aroma of the shrimp combined with the butter, garlic and parsley. You were going to drain the water from the pasta when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a face buried on the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply and you relaxed on her embrace, leaning into her.

“You smell good.” She said huskily, and you bit your lip.

“Is it the smell of the food that just impregnated on me?” You joked turning around to meet her eyes, ignoring the way her voice caused you to wet your panties a little.

“No, but that smells good too” she chuckled. “Was the occasion, princess?” She asked, pecking your lips and taking some steps back, letting you continue to cook.

“There’s no occasion, Mommy, I just wanted to do something good for you, since you were working so hard” was your reply, smirking while moving the shrimp and adding some crushed red pepper.

“Oh” she cooed, “My little princess is so good for me”, you bit your lip again, pressing your thighs together a little as an automatic response to her praise. Wanda noticed this and decided that she wanted some relief herself, but since she wanted to eat the dinner you were cooking, she decided to tease you a little, but in a different way she usually does, since she didn’t want you burning yourself or the dinner.

She hopped up the counter at your left and you eyed her cautiously. She smiled and gestured you to continue. You kept cooking and mumbling to some music while almost finishing the recipe when you heard a moan.

You returned your gaze to your Mommy only to see her massaging her breasts. Hard. You gulped. “M-Mommy?” You asked, gripping at the spatula.

“Keep cooking, baby, you don’t want to burn the dinner you’ve been cooking so perfectly for Mommy, hm?” She opened her legs, the short she was using reveling her inner thighs to you; she pressed her fingers through the fabric directly to her core, causing a long moan that send a chill down your spine. You wanted her. You made a move indicating you wanted to come close to her when she stopped everything, moving her hands off her body. “No, princess, keep cooking.”

“But- Mommy- I want to help you. I want to make you feel good, please.” You whined, struggling with the urge between your legs and the dinner that was on the stove.

“Finish cooking, princess, if dinner is good, I’ll think about rewarding you by using you like the toy you are to make Mommy feel good.” You gulped, your mind going hazy with need, but you nodded, trying to focus yourself on the food and not your girlfriend touching herself less than a meter from you.

She started moaning again when her fingers returned to her core, rubbing it slightly. Your mouth was watering, your hand gripping hard on the handle of the spatula, wishing to make her cum on your mouth.

She removed her shirt, revealing her boobs to you and you whimpered at that, her pretty nipples hard and calling for your mouth. She brought her fingers to her mouth and wet her index and thumb to then use them to circle her nipple, she let out a long, loud moan at that.

“Mommy-“ You whined, unable to focus fully on dinner.

“Be a good girl, baby princess, you are almost done cooking.” Her other hand finally dipped inside her shorts and she moaned loudly feeling her own fingers. You saw her hand inside her shorts moving and finally lost it. You approached her and latched your mouth on her right nipple while touching her thighs; Wanda let out a surprised moan at that and grabbed the back of your head. “Princess, you are not being good right now, I told you to finish cooking.”

“Mommy- I- I need you- Please” The look on your eyes made her own soft. She knew she was working a lot lately and had little time for you, and you missed her as much as she missed you. She smiled and kissed your forehead.

“How much until it’s ready?” She motioned the food on the stove while grabbing your jaw.

“Not much, it’s almost ready.” You whined, looking at her lips and latching again to her nipple, sucking eagerly.

“Come here, princess, I’m going to help you finish so you can finish me.” You gulped but smiled. Both of you moving to the stove, Wanda behind you, and you could feel her breasts against your back. You were done pretty quickly, when you turned off everything, and covered the just made food to put it on the oven to keep it warm.

“Mommy-“ You whined for the millionth time before turning into her arms and kissing her needly. Your lips moved on hers and when she used her tongue you complied and let her dominate you. “I want to make you feel good, please” you mumbled when she started kissing your neck, leaving pretty hickeys here and there.

“My sweet girl wants to make Mommy feel good?” You nodded, pulling her closer to you. “My little fuck toy…” She grabbed you by your neck and guided you to the counter she was minutes before. “Kneel.” She commanded and you complied, looking at her with needy eyes. She shimmed her shorts off and leaned on the counter again, making you gasp and your mouth water at the sight of her wet cunt. “Tongue out, pretty toy, Mommy is going to make herself cum on your mouth.” You did as she said and then guided your mouth to her core, the smell of her arousal only making you needier. Your girlfriend moved her hips against your mouth, letting long moans to be heard for you. “That’s it, baby, your mouth feels so good against my pussy.” Her movements were getting faster and faster, and you couldn’t take it, wrapping your lips against her clit and sucking harshly, she screamed at that, falling to the edge, while you continued to flick your tongue rapidly against her clit. “That’s it, Mommy is going to cum on your mouth, slut, you want that, don’t you?” She was pulling your hair at this point, making you moan against her. A few seconds later she let out a scream, gripping your head and moving you where she wanted. You let her ride out her orgasm before doing another long lick and raising yourself to kiss her.

She kissed back and the taste drove her crazy, she stood up and then turned you around leaning you against the counter, never breaking the kiss. She all but ripped your clothes, throwing them to the side and kissing your neck just the way you liked it. Her hands gripped your sides before hopping you on the counter the same way she did, opening your legs and standing between them.

Her hands went to your thighs, caressing them while going higher and higher getting close to your core. She dipped a finger, gasping at the wetness she found. “My pretty princess is so ready for me, hm?” When you didn’t answer, she slapped your pussy, making you cry out. “I asked you something, whore, who made you this wet?”

“You! You did, Mommy! Only you, please.” You grinded your hips, hoping she would take some pity on you.

“That’s right, mine” She said huskily while sliding two fingers inside of you and pumping them in and out steadily. “This pussy is only mine to fuck; I’m the only one who can make you moan.” You moaned loudly, bucking your hips, silently asking for more. “What is it, slut? It’s not enough for you?”

“No, Mommy, please, I- I need it harder- Please- I need you so much.” You whined, pleading into her eyes. She growled and started a rough pace making you scream. She grabbed your neck and squeezed, your mind going fuzzy at the feeling. Wanda felt you were close, but she knew what you needed to come harder than ever. With the same hand that was squeezing your neck, she guided your lips to her breasts; she certainly did not have to tell you twice as you took her nipple into your mouth, moaning against her. You sucked hard, loving the feeling of her boobs on your mouth, making her moan.

“You look so beautiful like this, dorogoya” Her accent was thicker and caused you to moan loud again. “You look so pretty sucking at my boobs while I fuck hard your tight pretty pussy.” Her pace increased if it was possible. You were close, and Wanda knew, so she moved her hand to rub your clit rapidly.

“M-mommy, I-“ You struggled talking as you wanted to continue moaning.

“I know what you want, princess.” She cooed, never stopping the brutal pace contrasting with her sweet voice. “Tell me who you belong to.”

You rolled your eyes in pleasure but answered as you could. “You. Only you, Mommy. I’m yours. I belong to you, only you- Please, let me cum for you, Mommy, let me be your good girl, please.” You frantically chanted, lost in pleasure, your entire body begging for release.

“Go ahead, princess, cum for me.” She kissed your head, guiding your lips to her nipple again. You latched to it finally letting yourself go, hard. You screamed, muffled a little by her breasts, body trembling as brutal orgasm ripped through you and slumping into her. Wanda let you ride your high and making you come down lightly, whispering sweet nothings to your ear. “You did so good, baby, you are such a good girl. My good girl.”

You sighed happily, finally opening your eyes to look up and meet her smiling at you. You smiled sheepishly and leaned to kiss her, feeling tired.

“Come on, princess, let me taste the dish you made for me.” She kissed your forehead and helped you down the counter. You went to take it out of the stove while Wanda set up the table. She then took a seat as you sat down on her lap, your head laying on her shoulder. When she served herself and took the fork to her mouth you straighted out, looking at her impatiently, curious of if the food was good. After taking the bite and swallowing she smiled at you, her arm on your waist tightening reassuringly. “This taste amazing, princess, you did so good”. She smiled, pecking your cheek as you blushed and smiled too, pleased with yourself for doing a good job for her.

Dinner went on Wanda eating on her own, and then feeding you too until all the food was gone. She rested on the chair and you snuggled closer to her as one of her hands rested on your thigh and the other one stroked your hair, enjoying this intimate time together. It was until she pulled you by your hair to look at you, making you yelp.

“I enjoyed this thoroughly, baby, but I did say you could get a reward if dinner was good.”

#Wanda Maximoff #Wanda x reader #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Wanda Maximoff fanfiction #Marvel #imagines #writing #fanfiction #wanda #wandaxreader #wandavision #wanda maximoff smut #mine #amberwritesstuffs

[jossambird]

The Scent on your coat P4

Summary: You reflect on your life choices, and despite your wants, Life had other plans for you.

Otto Octavius x F!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: NS/FW Subjects, No Doc in this Chapter (or is there) but building to the next part, mentions of emotional Reader, heartbreak, yearning for things you can’t have.

Ao3 Fic Link for previous parts, or on my masterlist!

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“I've only ever wanted you.” You repeated into the silence of your apartment, barely listening to the news that played on tv. Images of various villains flittered on the screen, your eyes falling on the one face you couldn’t stop seeing behind your eyelids. You shut the tv off with a huff, eyes watering at the whole mess.

Hands slinging your blanket over your back, you bundled yourself up and sat in bed, pulling your other blanket over your legs and feet. You couldn’t even begin to find the correct words for just how much you had missed Otto.

Even after all this time, Otto remained as handsome as he had been the last time you had seen him all those dreadful months ago. His soft brown hair that shined red in the sunlight, his gorgeous brown eyes that used to always seek you out in a crowd.

You sighed, replaying his words in your mind. Did he mean everything he had said? He had never been a liar, that you knew…

For weeks after his accident, you had thought him dead. For months, you had listened to the radio and new outlets, slandering his work and very career once he had emerged, tentacles and all, turning to a life of crime.

How long had you mourned him, mourned the fragile friendship you had had together, mourned his work but most importantly, mourned your love for him? It had taken weeks, months even, to finally be able to step back into this laboratory and work, and not be pitied by every living soul here.

They had all known of your deep and dark secret, the love you had held so dear for the Scientist, but stayed silent.. all except for one.

Peter Parker. Sweet Peter Parker, always there for you no matter, always asking if you needed help or a shoulder to cry on, always asking how you were holding up with everything.

It had been Peter, of all people, who had saved you from the endless internal darkness that had started to consume you slowly but surely, depression sinking its claws into you and pushing you towards dangerous thoughts.

He, who had asked you if you wanted to go see a movie together. He, who had walked you home every night afterwards, only ever smiling and offering his arm whilst you tried to say it was okay.

He, who had tentatively asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend that one summer night after a quiet walk, knowing full well how your heart held a part of itself for another.

It was he, who had kissed your lips, reassuring you that he understood what it felt like, having already lost the love of his life too.

And so, telling yourself that maybe this was what you needed to finally forget Octavius, you had given him a chance; slowly taking your time together and learning about one another, becoming closer and closer by the passing day.

Peter’s secret identity hadn't been kept from you long after you noticed Spiderman arriving at your Oscorp to walk you home, just like Peter did. He had practically fallen off a building when you asked out loud if he was done stalking you like a creep, his laugh echoing softly in the noisy New York streets.

“Aren’t you afraid a villain will come and kidnap me Pe- Spiderman?” You had asked him, grinning even though your heart clenched at the idea of *one* villain kidnapping you. Thoughts like those were burned and shooed away, trying to focus on the good and kind man that loved you.

“Don’t worry, Ill always protect you Y/N.” He assured you with a whisper, bowing his head as you stepped inside your shared apartment complex.

You had come to love him too, in a way, over time.

Your first time together was the moment you realized your heart was irreparable; Peter’s hands were on your hips, holding you softly as he fucked you but in that moment, another man’s name found itself on your lips, a name all too familiar to you, trying to make its way out and into the air between you. You hadn’t let it, swallowing both it and your shame down, sorrow coursing through you as Peter called out your name.

A few days later, on an early September day, as you turned away from the amazing view from your apartment window, the wind blowing your hair from your face, you had felt it; Nervous energy in the air, shudders wracking your body.

Peter Parker asked you to marry him on the same balcony moments after.

No amount of preparation would have ever prepared you for the absolute heartbreak you had felt as the man before you wore bruises shaped like claws, deep cuts and barely fading scars, crooked grin smiling up at you with a ring in hand, waiting.

“I know I’m not him, and you aren’t her, but I'd like to love you for the rest of my life.”

You had sobbed under the loud noise of the shower until the water turned cold, and after.

Though now, sitting here alone in your living room, you wondered why life sought to hurt you so.

Soon you would be married to a sweet man who loved you, adored you, and all fantasies of the tall Doctor Octavius would have to be forgotten and erased.

You sighed again, burying your face into your blanketed hands, trying to will yourself to stop feeling this way. Peter deserved someone who loved him with all their heart, not someone who craved another and had let said man eat them out in their previous work place.

A knock sounded at your front door and you frowned, standing, wrapped in your blankets still, to answer.

Would it be possible… that he would come? Would he knock on the door, or simply open it, hands seeking you out and untying your robe, touching what he had already accidentally claimed?

As you turned the handle and opened the door, your inner shame grew, eyes landing on the smiling face of your best friend Allie.

“Thought Id come see how the bride-to-be was feeling! How- Oh my god Y/N what's wrong?” Allie said in a rush as she saw tears form in your beautiful eyes, stepping inside in a hurry to comfort you. You could barely let out a sob, let alone words, arms wrapping around the woman.

“Y/N, babydoll, what's going on? You can talk to me, you know that right? Nothing leaves this room, only between you and me.” Your best friend whispered, holding you tightly.

She pulled away, arms still wrapped around you but just enough to see your face, and you knew she had figured it out, knew she had pieced it together. “Oh, Y/N… It’ll be okay, it’ll go away.”

What Allie failed to know though, was that you didn’t want it to go away, still feeling his soft but firm fingers holding your thighs and ankles, kisses laid against your skin.

You didn’t want your love for Otto Octavius to disappear, just like the words of love and adoration groaned along your thighs and core, expressive brown eyes seeking yours out in desperation. Desperate for what, you still didn’t know, but it made your heart race, thinking that the renowned Doctor Octavius and villain Doctor Octopus wanted to see you reach ecstasy by his hand and his alone, desperate for only his name to find itself on your tongue.

And you felt even more horrible for it.

*

Allie held you close, blankets wrapped around the both of you as she flicked through channels on TV.

“Want to talk about it?” She whispered, eyes still trailed on the TV but you knew her attention was solely on you.

What was there to say in a situation like this?

“No.” You croaked out, snuggling closer against her in an effort to forget everything, forget the outside world, forget the fact that the very man you wanted most of all was also somewhere out there. You weren’t surprised when Allie sighed, the sound of the TV shutting off. She laid down beside you, worried eyes gazing back at you.

“You know, it's not…” Allie paused, breath caught in her throat at the sight of you.

“It's not abnormal for marriages to be cancelled.” She continued, her eyes flickering over your face for a sign that you were understanding her meaning. You could barely breathe as she waited, the implication of her words sounding out.

“Allie thats- Peter, he-“ you tried, heart breaking at the idea of telling Peter you could no longer marry him. Allie, the beautiful thing she was, faked a gag and rose up, sitting beside you.

“Y/N, forget Pete for the moment okay? He doesn’t exist right here, right now.” She started, turning back towards your surprised visage with a finger pointed at you.

“I will always be here for you. I know you aren’t happy… I just want you to know that it’s never too late to cancel anything.”

You cried that night, silently into your pillow, never acknowledging the words she had spoken. Allie remained with you for the next few days, never uttering another word of the subject she had begun, helping you instead prepare for your wedding.

That night, you dreamt of large hands pulling you close and whispers of love pressed against your breast, heartbeat steady as he asked the one thing you could never lie about:

“Do you love me, Y/N? Me, and only me?” He whispered, lips moving against your collarbone, heated kisses following his words.

“I've only ever loved you.” You whispered back and watched the Otto before you smile, his hold turning bruising.

*

New York, even at night, was never silent. Noises could be heard everywhere and anywhere, people out and about, some heading home and some heading out.

Allie liked the hustle and bustle of the town, always eager to find a new Hole-in-the-wall type of bar or restaurant to get drunk in, and tonight, after saying she wanted to make you feel better with sushi, hadn’t been any different. She hummed under her breath and dutifully followed you back to your apartment, the both of you enjoying each other’s presence.

Convenience store bags in hand, you looked back at Allie as she wobbled, her steps mismatched, a half empty beer can in hand.

“Come on Al, we're almost there!” You laughed, watching her try to Hopscotch along the street. She stopped, eyes wide and smile even wider, throwing the beer can into the air and away from the both of you, making you cringe as it hit the ground.

“Oh my god- Was that a laugh!?” She yelled happily, the smell of beer and sake wafting off of her as she ran up beside you and held you close, arms trapped in her hold. You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend, mouth opening to chastise her for littering but you didn’t have the time; a faint melody met both your ears and Allie beamed, disentangling herself from you. You barely had time to register what song it was before she leaned away, breathing in sharply and letting loose.

“You should have bought her flowers!” She sang out, words echoing in the streets around you. Sang was perhaps too kind of a word though, as she scratchily belted out Bruno Mars lyrics.

“Shh! Oh my god Allie, shhhhhhh! Shut up!” You tried, running after her as she continued back to your apartment complex, uncaring of the people passing you by.

“You should’ve held her hand! Should’ve given her all your hours!” You barely made it in time to her, free hand rising to try and quiet her, heart racing as you imagined someone hearing-

“But now she’s marrying another man!”

Her words felt like a bath of freezing cold water, any remnants of alcohol in your system instantly evaporating.

She was right. You were, and no matter what fantasies and dreams you liked to imagine, you knew that life couldn’t continue like this, childishly hoping and wishing for another man to come sweep you up.

#allie totally not based on a real friend of mine 👀 #otto octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #jossambird fic #doctor octavius #minors dni #f!reader #the scent on your coat fic

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by @clovertitan​:  Congratulations Harlie 💖 May I request for the 2K event prompt no. 4 from Choice 1 and Prompt no. 32 from Choice 3 for Enji Todoroki please? 😊

I’m sorry this took me so long to get out to you lovey. 🥺 But I hope you like it. It’s my first ever Endeavor piece so I’m hoping that I got his character down for you. 😬🙃 

The Flames Of Passion || {NSFW} Endeavor x fem!Reader

AO3 Link

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, dirty talk, language, choking, hotel sex, spicy endeavor

Word Count: 1.7k

You watched as the flames of the man that you had fallen in love with burned bright into the night around him. You had never seen him show more expression than when he stood on that stage and was announced as the new number one hero. 

You smiled and raised your champagne glass as it was announced and watched the smug grin spread. It might not have looked like much to the people around him, but you knew that he was beaming with pride. 

Enji hadn’t liked the way he had won the spot of number one hero, but he was determined to make All Might proud of him, he was determined to make his sacrifice worth it. 

Your eyes locked for a quick moment and you shared in the glory together. 

As the ceremony came to and end you saw the large, bulky figure of the hero approaching your table. It was time to bask in the glory as the two of you left together. You knew how Enji felt about showing you off to the world, despite how nervous it made you at times. Enji wanted everyone to know that you belonged to none other than the Pro Hero Endeavor. No one would mess with you that way. 

You slowly stood as Enji reached his hand out toward you, grasping it gently in your own as you stared into the eyes of the man that had become the most important thing in your life. But when you met his eyes you noticed something coming from them that you hadn’t seen in a while. 

That fire. 

The fire the burned in him when the two of you had very first met. The fire that had given you one of the best weekends of you life when you had agreed to take that trip with him. The fire that had subsided as you both settled into a civilian life together. 

So when you started to walk out together and felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his side your heart started to beat out of your chest. He walked slower as he turned his face and spoke ever so softly into your ear, careful not to let anyone else hear him. “I can’t wait to get to our room and show you just what the number one hero is capable of, darling.” A chuckle left him as he continued, loving the fact that you were turning to a puddle. “I’ll make you feel better than I’ve ever made you feel before.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm as you looked over at him, trying to keep yourself calm. You swallowed hard and put on the best grin that you could manage. 

Enji loosened his grip on you and you walked a little faster, heading for the exit of the arena, wanting nothing more than to get back to your hotel room. He noticed the change in your demeanor and smirked at you. “You’re blushing.”

Your face grew even warmer as he pointed out that small fact, but the door of the limousine in front of you opened and Enji moved you toward it. You slowly climbed in and watched as camera flashes triggered around you. Enji turned to the crowd and waved with a smile before climbing in to join you. 

As he settled in and the door closed behind him his hands wandered your body, not even waiting for the limousine to start moving. His hand reached over for the small button that closed the window between the driver and the back seat, leaving the man with only three words. “Driver, hotel please.” 

* * * * * *

The empty hallways of your hotel surprised you, you had half expected for the halls to be filled with people leaving the arena to get some rest for the night. But with the way that Enji’s hands still wandered your body as he reached the hallway you knew that he had to have planned it this way. 

And like he was reading your thoughts, he spoke. “Don’t worry, my love.” His lips lightly touched the side of your neck as your walk slowed, you knees growing weaker by the moment. “Nobody else from the arena is staying here, at least not anybody that really matters. Our hotel is too out of the way for most heroes.”

And that’s when it hit you. The ride to it had been much longer than you had expected it to be. Enji Todoroki... always thinking about these things when you hadn’t even thought about them yourself. 

You saw your room number appearing in your vision and noticed Enji grabbing the card key, wasting no time. As you reached the door his strong arms wrapped around you from behind, slowly pushing himself up against you as he flashed the card in front of the door handle. The green light told the two of you that the room was ready for use. You were so close. 

Enji lifted you from the floor and walked through the entryway, using his foot to close the door behind you. But he didn’t set you back down there. You felt your dress pull up, exposing the lace panties that you dawned underneath. As you felt yourself being lowered you realized that you were heading straight for the dresser. 

Enji placed you down and his hand wandered between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. “Forget this chit chat. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

Large fingers found their way to your panting, slowly sliding over the fabric, soaked with your arousal already. A small whine escaped your lips and your head dropped behind you. “F-fuck.”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a writhing mess.” The confidence behind his smile as you opened your eyes slightly drove you crazy. “Just the way I like you.”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side and slowly slid into you, giving you a second to adjust to his size. Pleasure began to course through you as his fingers moved swiftly in and out of you. Your walls slowly began to close around his fingers, causing his movements to slow some as he brought you to your high. 

And as you cunt clenched around them and your slick coated him, a grin spread across his face. Enji’s eyes met your own as he lifted his hand so that you could see your slick coating his fingers. “Do you want my fingers in your mouth?” He chuckled as he watched you open for him, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted you to do. “I think my needy little girl wants just that.”

As he pulled his fingers from your mouth his eyes looked even more devious. You reached forward for him, wanting to grab him and pin him to the bed, but you felt yourself being lifted from the dresser. 

Enji sauntered toward the windows that completely made up the side of your hotel room that faced the city. As he placed you down your hands touched the glass and you felt your dress being pulled up again. The sound of a belt buckle behind you told you that he was ready for you. 

His body pressed against you, pushing you against the glass as a small kiss was placed on the back of your neck. “I want the entire city of Musutafu to see what Endeavor is capable of. Let them see just how much it pays off to be mine.”

Enji’s knee pushed between your legs and pushed them apart, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your folds as he searched for your entrance making you even weaker at the knees. 

Enji held you up as he thrust himself into you, all your senses loosing control as you tried to keep your cool. The lights of the city before you left a glow in the dark room behind you. Every roll of his hips leaving you speechless, the need to call out his name growing with every passing second. 

His grunts mixed with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small hotel room. A large part of you hoped that nobody on the ground below could see you, but there was a small part of you that hoped that they did. 

You could feel your second orgasm of the night approaching you faster than you wanted it to. And you knew that he wasn’t far behind you by the pace he pounded into you. His hips slowed and his hand reached around you, grasping at your throat, pulling you as close to him as he could. 

The world shattered around you as your orgasm took over all your senses, your vision turning white. You had tried to hard to hold it back, but every movement hit just the right spots as his girth filled you. Just the feeling of your slick coating his cock made him lose himself as well. A strangled sound came from the back of his throat as he emptied himself inside your cunt. 

Enji slowly pulled himself away, his hand running down your back as he knelt down behind you, watching the mixture of your arousal and his cum drip down your inner thigh. His thumb slowly slid up your leg, wiping it away before standing back up. His grasp met your arm as he spun you around to face him. “You’re dripping, stuffed so full of me. But I don’t think that’s enough, do you?”

You were unsure what to say. Enji was usually a one and done kind of guy, but something was different about him tonight. 

His grasp on your arm spun you toward the bed, pushing you back against it, balling your dress up into his hands and lifting it over you head. “We’re not done until I’m satisfied that you can’t hold anymore of me.”

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[cherrybyunss]

Ship: Haechan x Reader Word Count: 2k Tags: Smut, Explicit, Oral (M receiving), Masturbation, Dirty Talking

An excerpt from When It Gets Risky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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Donghyuck and you had been sexting. And seeing the guy at school the next day was, to say the least, a very amusing experience for you.

He was just as great at acting like nothing had happened as you were, and you had expected that. But you could feel him staring at you on multiple occasions, even checking you out at times. And every time your eyes met, you looked away and smiled to yourself. And every time you had to talk to him about something, you would look him right in the eye with the most innocent pair of eyes you could manage. You were sure it drove him crazy.

And you were proved right as soon as it was time for the lunch break.

Lee Donghyuck Meet me in the library. Now.

You smiled at your phone before getting up from your seat and complying.

You dropped him a text when you reached the library, before turning the knob on the door and pushing it open, slowly, trying to figure out if you got the location right for sure.

But before you managed that much, the door got pulled open from the other side. Your eyes widened a little at the sudden force, but the surprised expression soon turned into a smug one when you saw Donghyuck, looking almost mad, and really sexy.

It didn’t last long though, as Donghyuck grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you, and not even giving you enough time to gasp before slamming you against it, and his lips against yours.

His kissed you with unparalleled, almost painful heat. It almost made you dizzy how wonderful his lips felt against yours. He was really skillful. The boy managed to find perfect harmony even in a moment of sheer desperation.

Your hands went around and met behind his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, if it was even possible. And he had his placed firmly on your waist.

He lightly bit your lower lip and sucked on it, testing your reaction, pleased at the gasp it drew from your lips, which you could deduce from him slightly smirking against your lips before moving closer, deepening the kiss.

You loved the boldness. And boy was he a great kisser.

You wanted more.

Just as he was starting to move down to leave kisses and marks on your neck, you slowly raised one of your thighs a little, attempting to create a slight friction against the growing bulge in his pants and your unclothed skin.

He gasped as he pulled away a little, and grabbed your thighs, letting you bathe in much pride at his reaction. With your bodies undulated in that one moment, you could tell how turned on he was.

He was breathing heavily, lips red, glistening and swollen. But you guessed that made the two of you. You noticed he had pretty lips. A pretty face overall. Perfectly in contrast with the most lustful pair of eyes you’d ever had staring you down.

Ah yes, this was exactly what you’d wanted.

“Such a fucking troublemaker.”

You smiled. “I must be, you look really troubled right now.” You said and reached up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

He looked at you for a slight instance, and then lifted you up against the door the next, throwing your legs around his waist and resting his hands firmly under your thighs for support.

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders hastily. It’d caught you off guard. It was so hot, it’d rendered you speechless. All you could do was sigh at the feeling of his fingers gently caressing the bare skin of your thighs, never letting the feeling of butterflies in your stomach fade away.

“Now we’re talking.” He smirked, your reaction feeding his ego perfectly well. He leaned in against your ear. “I couldn’t think of anything but fucking you all day today. Do you know how much of a pain in the neck that is?”

You almost shuddered at the feeling of his breath fanning your skin.

He scoffed. “And you had the audacity to act all innocent, makes me wanna fuckin’ ruin you.”

You felt a massive rush of adrenaline through your veins all throughout your body. You’d never been more thrilled in your life. Maybe you did want him to ruin you.

“Now where were we?” He said as he moved your hair out of the way and dived right into your neck again, almost throwing you over the edge.

His lips felt absolutely heavenly against your neck. You were gripping onto his hair for dear life and had been finding it increasingly difficult to stifle your moans with each passing second, when almost as if he’d taken it as a challenge to get you to make a sound, he decided to latch his mouth onto a particularly sensitive spot and suck on it, letting him draw a moan out of you.

You felt his nails dig deep into your skin. “Fuck,” he whispered against your neck. “You even sound hot– Fuck.”

You struggled to form coherent phrases with the painful, ecstatic sensation, combined with the constant attack your neck was under at the time. “Hyuck, I–” Hearing his name made him breathe out against an already vulnerable spot, making your breath hitch. “Fuck!”

You slapped the back of your hand against your mouth to suppress your voice, making his ego soar even higher. Encouraged, he went on to leave a number of hickeys that you were definitely gonna end up having to cover up for at least a couple weeks.

“Hyuck, you’re so good at this– What the fuck!” You managed to say in the midst of the struggle.

He pulled away after one last dragged out kiss, and stared at the red spots he’d left. And then up at you, finally getting to catch your breath. He found you so hot.

You almost collapsed on his shoulder when he did pull away. And felt his breath hitch at the deep breaths fanning his collarbones.

And his reaction piqued your interest yet again.

He pushed you further against the door, grinding his hard, probably painfully hard, bulge against your clothed core. Your body shuddered at the contact yet again. You could see he was desperate for a release.

“Hey,” you leaned in and whispered against his neck, in the middle of leaving a lot of soft little pecks, and a couple of hickeys. “Let me take care of that for you, yeah?”

Donghyuck looked at your every move as he let go of your thighs and helped you back on your feet. He didn’t miss the way you looked up at him through your lashes as you slid down against the door.

You unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. You could feel him twitch even at the slightest contact. You could only imagine how painful the clothes restraining his length must’ve been.

You slid the trousers and the boxers down in one swift motion causing his member to spring up, tall and proud.

You glanced at him ones, and on finding him looking at you with eyes hooded with lust, wasted no time taking his member in your hand and giving it a few light strokes.

Donghyuck had to almost slam his hand on the door in haste so as to retain his balance. It was all the encouragement you needed.

You licked up his shaft before taking him in your mouth. You initially swirled your tongue around the head, letting him get a good view of how your lips looked wrapped around his length, and hollowed out your cheeks to create the kind of suction you knew drove guys crazy. Then you slowly let the tip of his length hit the back of your throat, and your hand handle the length you couldn’t fit inside, before starting to pump him, putting pressure and sucking repeatedly every time you moved up his shaft.

“Fuck…!” You knew he was having a hard time not fucking your mouth, only managing to because you were good enough without it. His little moans and the hitching of his breath were the hottest sounds you’d heard in forever.

“Mm-hmm?” You asked for affirmation, without taking him out.

He shuddered. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and he hated how much that riled him up. “Touch yourself.”

It caught you off guard. His voice sounded too authoritative, provided his circumstance at the time. It was hot. And who were you to not comply?

So you did. You dipped your unoccupied hand under your skirt, rubbing your clothed folds lightly. You realized then how bad this whole fiasco had you dripping. And the realization made you squirm.

You made sure not to get too carried away, for you couldn’t lose your rhythm. But even with that much being taken care of, playing with yourself made you feel like you were gonna see the stars anytime then.

As your moans, that were otherwise getting stifled, got louder, the vibrations Donghyuck felt against his length got increasingly harder for him to handle. You could feel him getting close.

“Fuck–” He managed to exclaim in whispers as he threw his head back. And with one last pump, he bucked his hips and came undone inside your mouth.

He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, you were sure you’d end up retaining a videographic memory of the guy in orgasmic bliss. And you didn’t mind at all.

You waited for him to ride out his orgasm before taking him out and standing back up. You’d made sure to swallow everything right up so as to not make a mess. And you realized he must’ve noticed it when his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second.

He lightly threw his head back one more time and took a deep breath before letting himself fall forward onto your shoulder, one of his hands still resting on the door, and the other having found its way onto your waist.

“That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.”

You smiled. It wasn’t the first time someone had told you that after you’d sucked them off. “I’m glad.”

He nuzzled your neck, planting a couple of kisses around your collarbones. You loved the way it felt. But stopped him anyways.

“Let’s get out of here for now.”

Donghyuck looked at you puzzled. “What? But– I didn’t make you come yet?”

“Yeah, but we can always do that some other day.” You said, and studied his reaction. “Right?”

His curious expression soon turned into a small smile. He grabbed your waist and leaned in, and whispered against your lips. “We can do that every single day, baby girl.”

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest. “Good, because I’m honestly satisfied enough for now. But that by no means implies that I’ll be done with you anytime soon.” You said in between Donghyuck peppering your skin with kisses. “I need to know if you’re as good as you look like you’d be.” He smirked at the latter remark.

“You didn’t come, yet you’re satisfied?”

“You underestimate how hot you were.”

Donghyuck scoffed at your cockiness. “Well, all I’ll say is, thanks a lot for this, then. You were beyond amazing.” He said and kissed your forehead following a light peck on the lips. You found it really sweet how affectionate he was. “And next time, I promise I’m not letting you go before I make you come at least thrice.”

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “That’s ambitious.”

“Trust me,” he said, planting another kiss right under your ear, “It’ll be the best experience of your life.”

You chuckled. You sure hoped it’d be.

“Let’s get out.” Donghyuck said, letting go of you to get a hold of the doorknob.

You placed your hand firmly on top of his before he could turn it. “Hyuck, uh–”

He breathed out. “Now I’m gonna have a whiplash every time you call me that.”

You facepalmed. “Listen!” You poked his forehead. And he feigned pain, earning a shake of head from you. “Don’t tell the others about this, please? I don’t want things to get awkward.”

“Yeah, okay, I won’t.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Come, let’s go.”

You smiled at the sweet gesture and followed him outside.

"One down, two to go." You remarked to yourself with a small smile.

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Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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[moldisgoodforyou]

so like, nerdy strip poker

wordcount: 2k

warnings: it’s all straight smut. everyone say thank you @sunnypogue for begging for rafe x sophie smut. also the gif has nothing to do with this he’s just hot

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“This isn’t fun, why’d I have to date a nerd?” Rafe groaned as he finished scribbling out the last of fifty flashcards. He had been struggling in his economics class for the past few weeks and nothing was sticking, especially as he just kept staring at his typed up notes, so Sophie offered an alternative.

She rolled her eyes and reached her foot out toward him, kicking at his thigh. “Shut up and finish. You said you have to nail this test, don’t you?”

He caught her socked foot and wrapped his hand around her ankle possessively. “I know, I know. I’m done, here.” Rafe handed her the stack of cards and tried pulling her closer. “Are you gonna quiz me?”

“You’re too lazy to do it yourself?” She teased with a shiver, pulling away from him. She had on her winter coat, a knit hat, and a blanket wrapped around her - there was a giant snowstorm outside in the middle of February and the frat house wasn’t much warmer.

“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” He reached over again, only for her to tug away with a smirk. “No. You have to study. But I have an idea.”

He furrowed his brow, skeptical. “I don’t know if I like that look.”

“Every time you get a question right - wait, no, every three questions - I’ll take off a piece of my clothes.”

A slow grin spread across Rafe’s face and he sat back, lacing his hands behind his head. “So like, nerdy strip poker.”

“You keep calling me a nerd and I’ll put another blanket on instead.” She narrowed her eyes, pulling the blanket tighter and shoving her feet into her boots.

“Hey! Shoes are unfair!” He protested.

“Get your questions right and there won’t be a problem.” She stuck her tongue out at him and flipped through the cards, shuffling them first. “Alright. What is scarcity?”

“This is so not sexy.”

“Do you want to see me naked or not?”

He sighed dramatically, nodding, and answered the next few questions with ease. She toed off her shoes, the blanket and her winter coat, continuing to ask the questions.

“You know, this could be a lot more fun if we ditched the flash cards and you just stripped.” He gave her a lazy, hopeful grin, and she rolled her eyes. “What is the Phillips curve?”

“Shows the short run tradeoff between inflation and unemployment.” He replied easily, and groaned once he saw her tank top under her sweater she tugged over her head. “Since when have you ever worn a tank top under a sweater?!”

“A lot, when it’s cold.” She replied with a smug grin. “You just never noticed because you’re normally too preoccupied.”

“At least tell me you’re wearing my favorite bra.” He reached for her, going to pull up on the hem of her tank top, but she slapped his hand away. “Quit it. I didn’t know you had a favorite bra of mine.”

“It’s the red one I can see through.” He told her right away, point-blank with raised eyebrows.

She laughed at the quickness of his response, blushing a little. “No, I’m wearing a sports bra that’s at least five years old, it’s like the least sexy thing ever. But nice try. And I only wore that bra on accident.”

“On accident?” He asked curiously, cocking his head.

“Yes, you saw it because it was laundry day.” She blushed more, shaking her head. “I got it as a gag gift, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with you that day. It felt a little too...early in the relationship for lingerie.” She thought back to that day, nothing too special, and remembered how Rafe’s jaw literally dropped when he pulled off her shirt over her head. She had made a mental note of it and immediately went and bought more lingerie online that night.

“Lucky me.” He grinned and leaned forward, trying to grab the cards out of her hands. “Sophie - come on -” She wrestled them out of his hands, only getting him to let go by biting at his knuckle. He yanked his hand back, jaw dropping. “Did you just bite me?”

“You have to study!” She protested, holding the cards back and out of his reach. “I’m not letting you fail this test. Tell me what the circular flow diagram is.”

“You bit me. My girlfriend literally just bit me.” He repeated, dramatically rubbing over his knuckle.

“Answer the question or we’re not having sex.” She fixed him with a pointed glare.

“Wait, we’re having sex?”

“Oh my god, you idiot, I’m not taking all my clothes off in this cold ass house just to sit here on the couch.”

“Be nice to me, Jesus!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.

“You’re being dumb, I can’t help it!” She laughed as he flipped her off. “Answer the question.” He grumbled but followed along, answering a handful of questions until she stood to shimmy her tights off underneath her skirt, down to her sports bra, skirt and underwear.

“What are you - Sophie, just take the skirt off.” He groaned, holding back a smile as she struggled to wiggle out of them and keep her skirt on too. She stuck her foot in his lap, toe pointed as her tights were halfway down her thighs. “No, that’s not the point of the game. Pull these off.”

“I’m never studying with you again. Do you have those weird nipple things on under your bra? You were prepared for this game, weren’t you?” He yanked on her tights, causing them to rip, then immediately pulled his hand away.

“Rafe! Those are my good tights! Were my good tights!” She complained, hopping on one foot as she pulled them off. “I’ll buy you new ones, I didn’t think they’d rip like that!” He reached for the now-slim stack of flashcards again, trying to tug them out of her grip and accidentally gave her a papercut across the pad of her thumb. “Fuck, Rafe!” She hissed, yanking her hand back.

He winced and hooked an arm around her waist, easily pulling her down to his lap, and tenderly pressed a kiss to her thumb. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to.”

“You suck.” Sophie frowned, but picked up the flashcards off the couch anyways. “Just finish the deck. You only have ten left. And no, I’m not wearing nipple covers, dumbass, those are just for when I’m not wearing a bra.” She flicked his forehead, immediately following it with a kiss.

“You’re mean.” He argued, but softened a little at the tenderness of the kiss. As he answered the first couple of questions, she turned to straddle him, tugging up on his shirt. “Hurry up, I’m cold.”

“I could have warmed you up by now. Twice.” He smirked, catching her in a kiss. She shivered, feeling his hands automatically fall to her waist. “You’re too damn cocky. This is why I’m mean, your ego’s too big.”

“You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to encourage me.” He flinched upon feeling her cold hands tug up on his sweater, but let her pull it off anyways. “I do. When you deserve it. But you're annoying me right now.”

“You’re talking too much.” Rafe unbuttoned her skirt, tossing it to the side. “You’re not done - fuck -” She breathed out as he attached his lips to her neck, knowing exactly how to derail her train of thought. “Rafe -” She mumbled, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Hm?”

“The bed. Please.” She urged. He stood right away, easily slipping his hands under her thighs as he carried her over to the bed. “I’m gonna have a problem when I take my test.” He told her, kicking off his sweatpants then crawled back over her, caging her in with his forearms resting on either side of her head. “Because you didn’t finish the deck?” She asked curiously, hooking one leg around his waist and pressing her hips against his.

He bit back a groan, kissing her hard. “Because I’m going to be thinking of this the whole time.”

“That doesn’t sound like an issue.” She countered, lifting her arms so he could tug her sports bra off. He struggled, accidentally snapping the elastic against her chest. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”

Sophie giggled, twisting a little so he could successfully tug it over her head and onto the floor. “There you go.” He traced over the marks it left with one finger, frowning for a moment. “Does that hurt you?”

“Not really.” She sucked in a sharp breath as he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and licked across the other. “I think you should quit wearing bras.” He told her, trailing his hand down her waist and teased his index finger under the waistband of her panties.

“You get jealous when I wear a tight shirt out to the bars. You think you can handle guys looking at my nipples too?” She quipped, willing herself to stay quiet as he easily pushed her up the bed and tugged her panties off her body.

“Oh. Probably not.” He grinned as he ran two fingers across her entrance, making her whine. “You’re jealous too though.” She tensed in anticipation, but let her legs fall open a little wider.

“I’ve never been jealous in my life.” She lied, giggling when he looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah? What about -”

“If you say her name while we’re in bed, I will suffocate you between my legs.” She threatened, her smile instantly dropping.

“What a way to go.” Rafe grinned, dipping two fingers inside of her and loving the way she instantly reacted. He ducked his head down and wasted no time in getting to work, flicking his tongue across her clit and curling his fingers toward himself.

“Fuck, Rafe.” She moaned quietly, fisting her fingers in his hair. He kept up his ministrations at a steady pace, pushing her thighs out again when they nearly clamped around his head. “Easy, baby.” He smirked. Sophie lifted her head to make a quick retort, but her breath caught in her throat as he sucked on her clit, all thoughts forgotten.

When she got whinier and whinier, close to shaking, he pulled away abruptly, groaning quietly as she tugged hard on his hair. “Careful, Soph.” He brought both fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and she watched him with wide eyes for a moment, letting go of his hair. “I - um, sorry, but. You weren’t done.”

He smirked, kissing up her body. “I don’t mind.”

“I was so close.” She mumbled, whining as he sucked a mark along her collarbone.

“Don’t worry, angel, almost there.” He kicked off his boxers and Sophie thought it was almost embarrassing how her mouth practically watered at the sight, how easily he could make her mind clouded over. She grabbed a condom from his nightstand and carefully rolled it down him, grinning when he hissed at the contact. He lifted her hips and pulled her close, entering her at a painfully slow rate.

“More, please, more.” She begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold him close. “So needy.” Rafe teased, his voice low and guttural in her ear. He kept his pace annoyingly slow, groaning as Sophie rocked her hips against his. She nearly bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry when he reached in between them and rubbed his fingers across her clit, bringing her so close once again. “Hold out for me, Soph.” He instructed, snapping his hips a little faster.

“I - fuck - please -” She panted, pressing desperate kisses to anywhere she could reach across his neck. That was all it took for him to rub her clit faster, harder, and she came with a whimper, burying her face against his skin. “That’s it, good girl,” Rafe praised. He followed shortly after, the vibrations of his groan against her neck sending waves through her body.

The two lay in silence for a moment as they caught their breath, completely limp against each other. When he went to pull away, she whined, holding her arms tight around him to keep his weight on her. “Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“That was just once. You said you’d warm me up twice.” She teased, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

He nodded, letting out a hot breath against her shoulder. “Give me a second and I’ll prove I’m a man of my word.”

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[hotdamnhunnam]

Will You Just Fuck Me Already

A/N: Here’s another requested fic from my Ironhead Imagine Ideas list!! In which Will Miller is the biggest tease ever—he can spend hours with his fingers and his face buried between your legs… before he treats you to the world’s most epic sex. You’ve been bratty all day, so Will is gonna make you pay for your behavior in his favorite way: taking you to the edge, making you fucking beg.

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, punishment, dom!Will Request: This delightful anon request!

Word Count: ~2k

“Just a quick fuck before dinner, babe...”

“Will...” you squeal as you squirm your way out of his grip, trying not to cave in to the dominant way he takes hold of your hip. Softy slapping his hands away. “Stop that—we’re already late.”

Your insatiable fiancé clearly doesn’t give a shit about your fancy dinner date. “Dinner can wait.”

“Unlike someone who can’t,” you snap as you wriggle again from his ravenous hands. “Apparently you need to learn some restraint. Showing up late is rude.”

“Then push the goddamn reservation back,” he rasps, his hot mouth latching onto your neck, as one hand gropes under your dress to deal your ass a playful smack. “You know you want to. Know you want me more than food.”

Ugh—you both know it’s true. There’s no denying Will when he is in this kind of mood... which happens all too often. You’ve lost count of all the times you’ve given in. He knows that you’re a total slut for him and always have been.

But this time is going to be different. This time you’re going to keep him on his toes. Although Will knows you’re his to own, of course he knows... you can’t let him go on assuming that his dick is the one thing you’ll always want. “...what if I don’t?”

Will drops his jaw, the slightest bit. Blue eyes dark as he processes that shit. Confused and honestly in awe—you’ve never turned him down this way. Responds after a long, bemused pause. “The fuck did you just say?”

Averting your gaze, you try not to laugh at the straight up hilarious look on his face. “What if I’m actually more in the mood for a Michelin-starred amuse-bouche?”

“You can’t be serious,” he groans, like a dog going after a bone, barely able to handle how hungry he is. “Bitch, I’ll amuse your... bouche...”

“That’s cute,” you coo, kissing his cheek while he stands there unable to speak, as you head toward the door. “High time you learned some patience, Miller. You can have me after dinner.”

Will may have lost this battle, sure. But he’ll be damned before he lets you win this war. Shoots you a look savage enough to kill. “Babe, you’re gonna regret this.”

You sure as hell will; mark his words. Even more than you’d ever expected.

***************

To tell the truth, you know exactly what you’re doing. Will does, too. You’re goading him on with the goal of getting ruined. Playing coy, because you know that if you work your wooden soldier like a little wind-up toy, then you’ll end up good and destroyed. He’ll slam you up against the wall when you get home, and make you cum a million times before the night is done. Whip out his raging cock and rip apart your cunt. Which is exactly what you want. If this is war, you’re pretty sure you’ve fucking won.

Too bad this time you’re dead fucking wrong.

You’d been teasing him all dinner long. From the amuse-bouche to the salad to the soup course. That was probably the worst—you practically put on a porno with your spoon and didn’t care if it was wrong. Played into all your filthy thirsts. Ordered some sort of decadent bisque, white and creamy and thick. Let the delicate silver spoon linger against your lips, transgressing etiquette to let its contents drip, a little bit, so you could scrape and slurp the white stuff slowly off your fingertips. Meat for your entree, needless to say. Something creamy again for dessert, crème brûlée, which got him feeling some kind of way.

Now the two of you are finally back home again, and you can’t fucking wait. 

Before dinner began, you’d honestly been teasing Will all fucking day. Woken up before him in the morning, denying him your usual kick-off-the-day sex without any warning. Hopped out of the shower before he could join in. Kept on making escapes and excuses all day and all evening. Repeatedly told him how busy you’d been, though you really weren’t even. 

All damn day you were being an absolute brat. Now at last you’re all finished with that. Day is done, night is late... and you’re just glad that your wound-up soldier will finally be taking the bait.

Once he guides you inside and the front door is slammed shut, you’re all set to serve as his personal slut.

So you desperately throw your whole body against him.

Will doesn’t react in the way that you had been expecting; he doesn’t melt into your hands as you reach to unbutton his shirt. Simply mutters one word. “Bedroom.”

Blinking up at your beloved Ironhead, you take a hot minute to make sense of what he just said. The meaning should’ve been obvious, but your own raging hormones have turned you into an oblivious mess. Your own hunger to cum always renders you dumb. “Hmm...?”

“Haul that naughty ass upstairs and wait for me there,” he commands, loud and clear, every word an attack on your ears. “Naked on the bed. Both hands above your head. Don’t even think about touching yourself, because I own that cunt. No one else. Understand?”

Holy mother of hell... you attempt to obey, but you end up just taking a couple steps back till you’re pressed up against the far wall in the foyer. You’re unable to take your eyes off of your captain when he’s barking orders at you in this way. Try to answer him yes sir but it inevitably comes out as a desperate, unintelligible yelp.

Will just places both hands on his hips and expectantly purses his lips. “Well?”

You trip over the flat fucking floor as you hasten to do what you’re told like a good little whore. Who the actual fuck even are you anymore?

Without a clue just how much Will intends to torture you, just how long of a wait you have in store... you quickly strip naked and spread out on the bed, just as he’d said, and lay there waiting with your eyes glued to the door.

Ironhead always likes to win his battles fast. He’s all business, efficient like that. But when it comes to shit like this... well, this is different. Damn does he like drawing out the war.

When he finally enters, he’s never looked better. It goes without saying you’ve never been wetter. His shirt is off, letting you see every inch of his bare upper body, glorious and godly, the smooth sculpted muscles you love.

You honestly cannot believe you’re engaged to such a fucking heart-stopping hottie. Your gaze wanders all over his epic tattoos, lingering on your personal favorite, the one dedicated to you.

Your gaze can’t linger for too long. Without saying a thing, Will orders you to meet his deep blue stare—he never needed words to issue a command; he’s such a captain, such a king, that even his silence is strong. So you obey right then and there. Your fiancé, this flawless sex god of a man, has fucking plans to make you pay, for every damn thing you’ve done wrong.

He approaches the foot of the bed, raising one hand to rake through the soft golden hair on his head. Thumb of the other hitched in his belt. God, he wears those jeans so fucking well. You are such a damn whore for his hands... only thing for which you’re even more of a whore is the massive dick you can see bulging like mad through the crotch of his pants.

The force of Will’s gaze silently commands you to look back up at his face again. Aye, Captain.

Then the bastard has the nerve to ask a motherfucking question. “What did I tell you earlier tonight?”

Excuse me, sir? How dare you ask something like that? He asks as if you’re even capable of forming words, to give him a reply. Yeah fucking right.

Will takes a few steps closer, leaning down over your body on the bed. And you’re so fucking dead. “You really gonna start shit off this way? Two seconds in, already you don’t know how to obey?”

Sir... this is not okay...

“Remember what I fucking said...” he grunts, and then—sweet Jesus Christ—places a hand upon your thigh, dangerously close to your wet cunt, “...or else you’re gonna spend the next whole week waiting for me in bed. That what you want?”

Oh God. Oh God. How is it even possible for any human being to be so painfully hot? You force your breathless mouth to stammer out an answer. “N-no, sir...”

“That’s what I thought,” Will huffs, squeezing your tender inner thigh with a firm touch that’s somehow all at once both sensuous and soft, yet ravaging and rough. The kind of touch he knows you love. “You should’ve thought of that before you spent the whole day being such a goddamn brat. Denying me a piece of this sweet ass. This pretty pussy, every inch of this delicious little body that you know fucking belongs to me.”

“Will... f-fuck—” you gasp, as he tightens his grasp. “Fuck, I’m so sorry...”

“What was that? What do you call me?” he rasps, dealing your soft skin a sudden sharp slap. “I know you’re sorry, babe. Don’t worry. Know just how to make you pay.”

“Ugh—sir, yes sir...” you murmur. Honestly couldn’t be sorrier, for how you had behaved, all fucking day.

“Now what did I say?” he demands, moving in closer toward your dripping cunt with his dominant hands. “Tell me or else I swear I’ll never let you cum again.”

Fuck yes—fuck no—whatever you say goes, Captain. Somehow this man makes hell sound like heaven. His words, his touch... it’s all just going to your head. You want him so damn much. Whole body squirming on the bed. You’re so insanely wet, you’re almost squirting and he hasn’t even touched you yet. “You said... you said I would regret...”

He deals your upper leg another swat. “Go ahead, slut. Regret what?”

“Denying you like that,” you stutter, doing your best to obey your fucking sex god of a fiancé, the man who owns you like no other. “Being such a fucking brat...”

“That’s right,” he sighs, palms sliding even further up your inner thighs. “Now are you ready for punishment? Why don’t you go ahead and tell me, cunt... tell me what kind of punishment you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you plead, as his masterful fingers move closer toward your soaking heat.

Then the wicked son of a bitch snickers... no such luck, you figure. “Well, isn’t that sweet.”

You grovel on the bed, groaning through gritted teeth. “Sir, just—please...”

“Please what, you dirty fucking slut?”

“Please, sir...” you whimper, as you turn to mush beneath his fingers, melting at his touch. His hands hovering just above your cunt. All you can think of is the thick hard cock that you can still see throbbing through the denim of his crotch. It’s everything you fucking want. You’ve truly never needed anything so much. “Will... Will you just fuck me already?”

Will loves making you like this—all shaken, unsteady. Always says when you’re right on the edge, you look so fucking pretty. You sure don’t feel pretty right now. But the way that his eyes fucking sparkle at you, as he takes in the view, clearly he seems to think so somehow.

“Mmm, so greedy. So needy,” he taunts, as his hand comes within inches of your aching, dripping cunt. “You want me to just fuck you already? Is that what you want...?”

Without words, your whole body responds.

And without words, Will answers: you’re not getting fucked until he’s good and done. Till then, he’s gonna punish your ass all night long. Just as you had been doing to him all damn day.

Now it’s Will’s turn to make you pay, in his favorite way: by spending hours with his fingers and his face buried between your shaking legs... denying you the right to get fucked by him, or to cum—you’ll have to earn that fucking privilege—taking you to the edge... making you fucking beg.

***************

... Continued in Part 2!

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[lixiehan]

spin & sweat

alternative title: [15:01pm pt 2]

pairing: hyunjin x insert name (female)

description: things get a little tense between you and hyunjin when you watch him dance - based on the psycho performance

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, dirty talk, public(ish) sex, mirror sex, mentions of orgasm denial, oral m receive & thigh riding, finger sucking

word count: 2k

a/n: this is technically part 2 of [15:01pm] (however it can be read as a stand alone fic) but it was so well received so i thought u guys might like a full version!

you gulped, watching his body spin and sweat to the music. this time his eyes were glued to your face and they were observing your eyes move. one wrong move and you were well aware you would be not be allowed to cum tonight, and you needed release more than anything right now. 

“i’m going through withdrawals. you don't even have to do too much. you can turn me on with just a touch, baby” 

you moaned at the lyrics, knowing he had picked this song on purpose. you both shared a playlist - one that was specifically used during sex - and this of course, happened to be one of your favourites. hyunjin, truly, was the sexiest person you had ever laid your eyes on and he was all yours. 

after what felt like ten years, the song finally came to an end and the pool between your legs had grown into what felt like a river. the issue being, today of all days you chose not to wear underwear and with the colour of your leggings, you were displaying exactly how wet you were for him. 

“look at you” he cooed, coming towards you and standing between your spread legs. “so wet for me and i haven’t touched you, baby girl”. the pet name made you moan, you adored feeling weak and small compared to him. 

“I bet my pretty girl wants to be touched, doesn’t she?” he asked and you nodded frantically in response. your hands were still glued to your sides, too scared to move without permission, mainly incase he denied you of your sweet release. “words, y/n” he commanded. 

“y-yes, please t-touch me” you spoke softly, with the arousal between your legs becoming too much to handle. 

“that wasn't so hard was it, princess?” he asked, pushing your chin up so your eyes met his. “now, you’re gonna be a good girl and suck me off. only then will i allow you to come” he told you and you blinked at him with wide eyes. 

“c-can i move my h-hands now?” you politely asked him, knowing your submissiveness would drive him up the wall. 

like you suspected, he palmed himself at your submissive state, nodding at you in approval. you smiled excitedly, finally happy to get this show on the road. you licked your lips as you loosened the tie on his sweat pants, which subsequently made their way to his ankles. you rubbed his twitching length, earning the most beautiful moans from him. he tsked, “you don't get to tease me the way i tease you, sweetheart”. 

you gulped and nodded, swiftly removing his boxers and focusing your eyes on his member in front of you. as much as he teased you for how turned on you were, it was obvious it affected him too. his tip was red and angry, desperate to be soothed by your mouth. 

“fuck” he moaned as you latched your mouth around him, wasting no time in getting to work. there was no better feeling than knowing you made him feel this good. “such a good girl for me, aren't you?”. you moaned around him due to his choice of words, picking up your pace in impatience. you wanted to feel him inside of you and you wanted it quickly. 

you looked up at him, your mouth glistening in spit as you were still at work. “fuck, don't look at me like that” he warned you, yet you continued, knowing how much he loved looking at your ‘innocent’ eyes. 

he quickly pulled away and sat down next to you, tapping his lap in instruction for you to straddle him. you wasted no time, hopping on your favourite seat and awaiting for further instruction. his lips attached your exposed neck, sucking and biting your sensitive area in order to leave a pretty picture for everyone to see. the members were sure as hell going to tease you for this later. 

“h-hyunjin” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling back. his hands made their way to your waist, repositioning you so your dripping heat was hovering over his thigh. you knew what he wanted and you were not going to complain. 

you lowered yourself and began to move your hips, rubbing yourself on his thigh, which he was busy clenching and bouncing for your pleasure. 

you gasped, already feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. due to his schedule, sometimes your sex life was a little slow. you understood, of course, but fuck it had been a while since you had him all to yourself like this. 

“i want you make to make the prettiest mess all over me” he told you, finally detaching from your neck and rubbing his thumb on your cheek to soothe you. 

although the stickiness in your leggings felt a little uncomfortable, hearing those words from hyunjin spurred you on enough to reach your high. 

“g-gonna c-cum” you stuttered out, breathless from the work your hips were doing. he nodded, tightening his grip on your waist to help guide you. having his hand on your waist to control you turned you on beyond belief, making you gasp as you finally came . 

he smirked, noting your breathless state and the wet stain that had made its way through your leggings onto his leg. “good girl” he cooed, soothing you as you came down from your high. you fell forward, cuddling into hyunjin’s neck. his hand followed you, rubbing comforting circles for a few seconds deciding you had had enough cool down time. 

“up, baby” he told you, patting your leg, which was a small instruction to move. you somehow managed to stand up, legs shaking from your intense oragasm. it had definitely been a while. you felt his hands on your waist once again, this time spinning you around and guiding you towards the mirrors in front of you. 

for the first time, you saw how truly destroyed you look. your hair was a mess, shirt hanging off your shoulder and begging to be ripped off and the wet patch - which wasn’t so much of a ‘patch’ anyone - was more than visible. you gulped, diverting your eyes away from your reflection, embarrassed beyond belief at the state you were in. 

“look at yourself” he instructed, moving your head with the tight grip he now had on your jaw. his thumb slowly poked its way into your mouth, prodding it wide open before you began to suck. “pretty girl” he complimented, eye-fucking your reflection. “already wrecked and i’m yet to fuck you” he whispered into your ear, lightly biting the area afterwards. 

“hands on the mirror, baby”, he ordered and of course you complied. you placed your legs slightly apart slowly bent forward, your hands supporting your vulnerable state. his hands explored your body, starting by finally pulling your pants down. 

a string of arousal followed your leggings down to your knees, which was instantly noted by hyunjin. he groaned at the sight of your wet folds, clenching around absolutely nothing. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, baby” he told you, reassuring you that you were finally about to receive what your body needed so badly. 

his tip danced around your entrance, only teasing for a few moments before entering. not feeling this type of intimacy had took its toll on both you, evident by both your loud groans. wasting no time at all, hyunjin’s pace picked up almost instantly. one hand placed firmly on your waist, guiding your hips exactly where he wanted them. the other gripped your hair tightly, forming a make-do ponytail. you moaned at the pain, but you knew his intention was to make you watch yourself fall apart. 

your eyes flicked up to meet hyunjin’s, dark and hungry as he continued to thrust into you as if it was the very first time. “h-hyunjin” you moaned at the sight of him, equally as destroyed as you. 

“that’s right baby, say my name” he growled at your words, loving the way his name rolled off your tongue like the sweetest song. 

moaning his name again, your walls clenched around him, already reaching your high for the second time today. “f-fuck” he cried, his head now thrown back in pleasure. “cum around me, y/n”. 

his words and tight grip on your hair, as well as the way his member pounded into you over and over again sent you into another euphoria. your vision was dizzy, your reflection in the mirror appeared blurry, both from your poor vision and condensation from your filthy actions. your walls clenched around him again and the knot in your stomach tightened once again as his pace rode extended the intense pleasure you were experiencing. 

“that’s my good girl” he praised you, his pace now slower, careful not to overstimulate you too much. “on your knees, princess” he told you, well aware you were not going to be able to hold yourself for much longer. 

doing as you were told, you carefully moved to your knees, turning around to be met with his member once again. you opened your mouth, this time not doing any of the work, as you waited patiently to receive his warm load, tongue dangling in desperation. 

he pumped himself whilst looking at your pretty face, his pace now sloppy as he grew tired. “fuck” he groaned loudly, finally reaching his well-chased release. 

your tongue lapped his cum, ensuring not to leave a single drop behind, swallowing as soon as it was all collected. “good girl” he praised, moving himself to the ground to meet with you.

“you good?” he chuckled, noting your destroyed appearance once again. you laughed back, knowing how much of an idiot you probably looked like. he nodded, running his hands through your now sweaty and tangled hair. 

“better clean up” you slurred, incredibly tired but suddenly aware of the fact you had incredibly loud sex in the practice room of his company. he nodded, helping you off the group and to the place it all began - the sofa. you pushed your pants up and attempt to fix the situation that was your hair. although, the there was no saving that until you got your hands on a brush.

after he did most of the work, wiping down the mirrors and opening windows to finally deduce the condensation you had created he made his way to you once again. 

“thanks” he smiled, the dominant version of hyunjin no longer in sight. “needed that” he chuckled, throwing his arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a side hug. 

“me too” you laughed, placing a small kiss on his cheek. 

“sorry for leaving you without sex for so long” he apologised nervously, his spare hand running through his long hair. 

you shrugged, “m’okay. i suppose in the end it makes the sex more..sexy”. you laughed, struggling to find the word you actually wanted, your mind dazed from the recent situation. he giggled back in response. 

“we better get going, told the guys i’d meet them back at the dorm for dinner” he told you, noticing the time displayed on the wall. you nodded, rubbing your stomach in realisation of how hungry your actions had made you.  

“do you have a spare hoodie?” you asked as your fingers trailed the dark spots on your neck. 

he nodded, making you sigh in relief. you were not in the mood to deal with the members teasing you for the whole night. “but, you’re not getting it” 

“hyunjin!” you shouted, attempting to snatch the hoodie out of his hands. unfortunately, your boyfriend was all too aware of your height difference and dangled the hoodie above his head - well out of your reach. 

“i want to see you blush as they tease you” he cooed, ushering you out of the room. 

“fuck you” you snapped back, earning yourself a sharp slap on your ass 

“attitude” he warned, secretly smirking at your reaction. “i’ll fuck you with the members next door if you continue”. 

you gulped and thought, ‘maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, after all’

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[skzafterdusk]

bang chan + “Pour Up”

This was requested from the Dean Title Track Prompt List I posted where you can pick an SKZ member and a song for a drabble fic

Word Count: 2k

tag: makeup sex, dirty talk

Summary: Your pride is too big to find Chan after you break up with him. Luckily, in the midst of a party you’re hosting, Chan shows up on your doorstep, drenched from the torrent of rain just outside.

Your bedroom is drowning in pink luminescence, complementary to the blue hues coming from your bathroom. From your view on the bed, you can just make out the way Chan’s pale skin seems to absorb that blue light, the muscles on his back seeming more pronounced.

The world doesn’t exist outside your closed door, even with the muffled sounds of Korean hiphop and R&B, the soulfull and sensual sounds of Dean and others like him, permeating the thick walls. But the loudest sound, right now, is the wet slip of Chan’s hand as he grips the faucet, and the crashing sounds of water abruptly halt.

You aren’t sure what emotion your face conveys, nor do you care. Chan will say his piece once he finally emerges from the bathroom.

“Um,” he starts off. “You should get back to your party.”

He’s quick to head for the dresser drawer that undoubtedly still holds the few clothes he had waiting here for whenever he spent the night.

You shrug, sitting up and leaning back on your open palms. “You’re the one that showed up here.”

It’s easy to confess when the eyes that both scare you and excite you aren’t boring into your own. That’s why he’s so easy to say what was clearly on his mind as he continues to rummage through a drawer of shirts.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Did you miss me?” You keep your tone even, not wanting to tease him so quickly.

“Of course.”

It makes sense. There shouldn’t be a reason why he wouldn’t miss you since you were the one to break up with him.

So, then, why do you still feel obligated to be truthful with him?

“I missed you, too, Channie.” As an automatic action, your hand pats at the space beside you. “Just, let’s talk. Come sit.”

Chan was always so easy to boss around. What makes it worse is that you knew that wasn’t because he was a pushover. No, you knew he only obeyed because it was you that asked the world of him. 

Even now, it’s a terrifying thought.

But some things were always just too easy to fall into, too hard to push away. Like now, as he sits next to you on your bed, your mind goes back to the countless times that you’ve been in this position. Sometimes you just spoke with each other, his phone between the two of you as you took turns picking which song would play from your stereo across the room. Other times, though, sitting in this manner only gave you access to swing your legs over until you straddled his lap, watching the way his eyes would sparkle as they looked up at you.

You were never good about letting him know how beautiful you thought he was in those moments. But you thought he already knew.

“It’s only been a couple weeks. If I’d stayed away, you wouldn’t miss me for much longer. Right now, you’re just going through withdrawal.”

It’s not supposed to hurt you as much as it does, his words. Your stomach isn’t supposed to clench for fear of the way your heart drops from your ribcage. 

“You’re comparing us to drugs?”

“People can become addicted to a lot of things, (Y/N).” His eyes are glued to his hands in his lap. He isn’t normally someone that is shy. Even if he rather not be in a situation, he can handle himself with his back straight and his shoulders scared.

It’s unsure if you fell for him with his mask on, or when he got so comfortable around you that he felt like he could hide from the world in this manner. Again, it’s terrifying, either way.

Your pride, however, is far too overpowering to ever give you a moment of reprieve, which is why you had to hide your sigh of relief when Chan stood outside your front door, drenched from the late summer downpour going on just behind him. 

“So I’m addicted to you, now. Is that what you’re saying?” There’s a grin on your face, and soon Chan chuckles back, shaking his head. “Did you come here to tempt me, then?”

He finally looks up, the left side of his face showing the pink that comes from your lights lining the corners of your room, while the right shows the blue that still shines bright from the bathroom. You’ve seen so many combinations of colours illuminate his face, but even the shadows of the city lights show his beautiful side, cause that’s all he has: beauty.

“Depends.” He sighs, looking closely to every part of your face, eyes lingering tantilizing on your lips. “Was I the only one craving a hit?”

And with bated breaths you had no idea you were hold, you exhale deeply, throwing yourself onto his body, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and straddling his hips, thighs tight around him.

Now was your chance to right a wrong only you created. Chan was giving you the opportunity to press “Undo”, to apologize for hurting him with no real reason other than you were afraid of any hypothetical pain that could come in the future.

Too many emotions run through you to the point that all you can do is breathe deeply, a slight tremor that Chan must feel when he encompasses you in his arms as well.

Although he was the one to come to your house first, you’re the one to break in every other sense, pressing your lips to his shoulder, not softly but with intent. Your lips crave the feel of his skin under them, so they go on their own journey, trailing up his neck, feeling the scratch of whatever short hairs grow from his jaw.

“I’m…” you try to speak, but the words get stuck in some unexplainable lump in your throat. “I’m…, Channie, I’m-”

“I know. I forgive you.” One of his hands free from their grip on your waist to grab at your jaw, pulling your face until your eyes are level with his.

“No matter where I was, I kept hearing your voice,” he explains. “It seems like you were calling for me, yeah?”

You nod as best as you can, his hand strong where it holds you. In the next second, he crushes your mouths together, a surprised moan getting stuck between you. You’ve definitely missed this, feeling the way you both like to fight for power in such a simple manner. He normally secedes, allowing you to move him in any way you see fit to get both of you off. But there’s something teasing about the way he starts to inch back, you chasing after his mouth, his tongue, almost confused as to why he would want to pull away at this moment.

“What about your party, baby?” There’s a smug grin on his face. And you retaliate accordingly.

“What, afraid I’ll be too loud? You’ve got hands for a reason.” Your arms are behind your back, pulling at the zipper of your dress harshly.

A face you’re used to seeing, the wonderment in his eyes. It’s such a look that has always made you feel powerful. “Such a bad hostess, (Y/N),” he chastises.

You get the dress off of you, pulling it over your head. “On the contrary, a hostess is supposed to make her guests feel comfortable. Are you not my guest?”

With the fabric gone, you can feel just how hot his skin burns under yours. Can feel his heartbeat against your own chest, and the roughness of his calloused hands make goosebumps rise on your back where they slide up, coming to touch you everywhere.

The world begins and ends in your bedroom, just four walls.

But your heartbeat still thrums to the bass of the song just outside. Chan turns you both around, resting you on the mattress underneath you so he can unbuckle his jeans. To save time, you take off your own panties, sitting up to rid yourself of your bra. He meets your lips there, ready to grab at your hands once they’re done. 

You like when he constrains you in this manner, makes you almost believe like he’s in charge of the situation ever. The truth is that he derives pleasure from your moans, the way you fight in his grasp because you want to touch him just as much. 

When your naked bodies slide together, another moan escapes your lips. You always thought you craved just the right amount of physical affection for any normal person. But all thoughts like those go away when his cock slides between the lips of your pussy, and you crave him to be closer, to rub against him until the pleasure all comes to a point.

“You know how many times I fucked myself thinking about you?” your words come out in a harsh whisper. At his answering grunt, you squeeze your legs around his waist to keep him close.

“I’d be so wet, Channie. Near tears cause it never felt as good as you. I can never get as rough as you are.” Even if the words are needy, whiney, you have to bite back your smile. It’s fun watching his control falter and break away like a dandelion in the wind.

He glares, but it doesn’t reach. Your mouth falls open as his free hands slithers between your bodies, his fingers going to rub at your bundle of nerves. 

“Knew you were addicted,” he gruffs. “Couldn’t even last a couple weeks.”

You scoff, rolling your hips into the pressure of his fingers. “Yet you were the one walking through the rain. Admit it, you love fucking me. Love how wet I get for you, and how easy it is.”

“You know I have no problem admitting it.”

You lift yourself as best you can, his other hand still holding your wrists above your head on the pillow. “So fuck me then. Don’t torture yourself with waiting.”

And sure, big words for a girl whose eyes are going glassy with the way Chan rubs the head of his dick against you before finally thrusting in. Maybe he wasn’t too off by comparing you two to drugs, because the way he fills you up feels like going on a high.

No, no, it’s the way he leans forward, keeps your bodies close so you can hear each other’s panting, can feel the way your body temperatures spike and thrum with electricity.

At some point, his hand goes slack on your wrists, and you’re quick to wrap them around his neck, carding your fingers into his tresses, moving his face from your neck so you can kiss him. Open mouths licking into each other, biting and pulling at his lower lip when you can.

“You know how good you feel?” The question seems rhetorical, as his pace gets frenzied.

And the hurricane of emotions comes back in that moment, pleasure dragging feelings normally meant for any time that isn’t now. 

Your words start off too silent and slurred for him to even understand what you’re saying, but he pulls his head away far enough, watching your face. That’s when he can hear it. A slew of, “I’m sorry”s and “I missed you”.

His hips are still moving, but your eyes are viscerally trained to his. And there’s that sparkle in his eyes, the pink and blues shining behind him like mystics. 

“You’re beautiful,” you state, a hand coming to hold his cheek so carefully.

He only responds by coming down to kiss you again, this time more tender, more slow so you can feel him in every way. It makes your orgasm hit you like a truck, seemingly a steady thrum just to barrel forward. His name is on your lips as you cum, and he’s quick to follow, loving how it feels to actually hear you call for him rather than his imagination. 

After he rolls to your side, you still chase his touch, and there’s no shame to be had in needing it. Though the world begins and ends in these four walls, there’s some peace in knowing there is a world outside your door, waiting for you to emerge with Chan by your side, ready to drink in the atmosphere that vibrates on the other side.

Val’s Note:

Will I regret not reading through these before posting them? Probably. Also, anyone that doesn’t like the dom air I normally give readers can absolutely come for me. I’m ready to fight. Chan can and would be a soft dom or even a sub and you cannot change my mind.

...Anyways I hope you enjoyed this installment of the series!  If you’d like to make a request for the Dean Title Track fic, you can do so, here!

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids angst #skz angst #dean title track series

[honeyoongiah]

114 days

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Idol! Jungkook, drabble, fluff, smut

Words: 2k

Warnings: explicit sex

Summary: Jungkook AU drabble

1. I love you, I hope you know that

7. I like it when you say my name

13. You're so much fun to touch

16. No I am supposed to make you feel good

A/N: I'm sorry that you had to wait a little longer 👉🏻👈🏻 but at least the drabble got a little longer than expected! I hope you enjoy it!💕

It's been about 4 months since you've seen your boyfriend the last time. He was on tour and that meant he wasn't even in the same country as you. Even though you tried talking on the phone and texted as much as you could, it was difficult.

The different time zones made it hard to text and talk much on the phone, additional to that Jungkook was obviously very busy and when he wasn't he was dead tired and needed lots of sleep.

You lost count of how often he fell asleep while facetiming with you or how often you didn't even come that far because he fell asleep as soon as his body met the hotelbed.

You tried being understanding and supportive, it was his dream and you loved how his eyes shined when he told you about the concerts. His voice was angelic and you knew he belongs on the stage, but having a stable relationship was hard.

You had your own responsibilities so you couldn't just go with him, even though you'd love to.

It's been 114 days already since you've kissed him goodbye, you counted every day and got more and more frustrated.

It was already 11pm, you were on your couch eating a last bowl of cereals before going to bed. It's been yet another Friday other people went on dates with their significant other but you spent it alone.

First you thought it must be someone breaking into your apartment when you heard the door. You grabbed the first thing in reach to defend yourself, a half full bottle of water, and walked towards your hall. When you realized who stood in front of you, your hand let go of the bottle that hit the floor with a loud boom.

Jungkook smiled bright when he saw your shocked face. "Hello my love. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I wanted to surprise you." You immediately ran into his arms, clinging onto him as if he'd disappear any second. Tears ran down your face when he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You couldn't believe that he was finally back at home, finally standing here and kissing your face while whispering how much he missed you.

You sobbed softly, stroking his cheeks and his neck, running your hands through his hair and back to his cheeks. "Your hair grew so much.", you said with a soft smile, you loved how cute he looked with those long curls. "Mhm they wanted to cut it but I told them that they'd have to fight you then so they shouldn't try."

A sigh left your body, you were finally at peace again. Your boyfriend was back. "Let's not stand in our hall all night hm? I prefer to sit down.", he grinned, kissing your lips softly and guiding you to the living room. He pulled you on his lap, placing soft kisses all over your face that tickled your skin. "Don't cry anymore hm? I'm here."

You nodded, but your tears didn't plan to stop for now. You were just so overwhelmed to have him here that you didn't know what to do first. "Ah Jungkook.", you whispered softly, not able to form any other sentence for now.

"I like it when you say my name.", he answered with a loving expression. You felt his hand stroking your hair behind your ear and you almost forgot how much his touch affected you. Every single time he made you relax with his presence.

"I-I missed you so much it was so horrible to be without you.", it blurred out of you. You didn't plan on telling him, because you knew he'd feel bad for making you sad, but you couldn't help it. "I hated every single day without you, I couldn't get distracted I missed you so so much it never stopped."

His gaze changed from happy to guilty. "I'm so sorry that I left for so long, I didn't have a choice. You know I want to be with you every minute.", he apologized, but you shook your head. "I know that, kook, I really do. I'm just so happy that you're back."

Jungkook stroked your back and leaned his forehead against yours. "I love you. I hope you know that.", he whispered to you. You slightly nodded. "I love you too. You make me feel loved and you make me so happy."

He stroked your cheek and leaned in for a long slow kiss. You missed how warm and soft his lips were, how good they felt on yours as if they were made for each other. "Why are you even here? I thought it would be another 2 or 3 weeks."

"I honestly couldn't handle being separated from you anymore and I managed to get them to let us go earlier.",he said honestly and began kissing you again. God, you loved him so much. Suddenly all your worries about how stable your relationship really was were gone, you only felt the deep love for him inside of you.

Your soft kisses turned to a wilder make out session when Jungkook pushed his hands under your shirt. "I missed your skin, I missed being close to you.", he whispered and pulled your shirt over your head. You weren't going to complain, the nights without him left you needy and even though you tried helping each other out on the phone, it just wasn't the same.

"Me too Jungkook please touch me.", you pleaded, pulling up his shirt too and wasting no time to open his pants. He grinned at you while he watched how you struggled with the button. He opened it for you when you whined in frustration and grabbed your hips to lay you down on the couch.

Jungkook hovered over your body, kissing your neck and touching every spot he could reach. His skilled fingers opened your bra within seconds that he threw away carelessly. "God you're so beautiful."

He began kissing down from your neck to your chest, leaving soft marks on your skin until he reached your breasts.

His big hands cupped and massaged them, making you moan softly. His eyes were glued to your face, watching your expression when he used his tongue on your nipples. "J-Jungkook please don't tease me." - "I'm not teasing you, I need time to enjoy every detail of you after such a long time."

You felt his lips kissing down your belly as he opened your pants and pulled them down together with your panties. For a moment he just stared at you, appreciating every detail of your body under him. You felt like his hands were everywhere at the same time, stroking your thighs and massaging your breasts but also teasing you between your legs.

You whined when he touched your clit gently, moving your hips in hope you'd get more friction. Jungkook smirked at how needy you were for him. "You're so much fun to touch." - "God please give me more I can't wait any longer."

He began to kiss your leg until he reached your clit, wrapping his arms around your thighs and placing kisses everywhere. His tongue stroked over you gently and you whined again, moaning his name and hoping he'd get the message.

What you didn't expect was his fingers teasing your entrance now, wasting not much time to enter you slowly. You moaned louder now, grabbing his hair and pushing his face deeper into you. You had no patience to wait until he'd stop with teasing.

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response, moving his fingers inside of you and starting to lick you. "I missed your taste baby.", he groaned while he moved faster. You held onto the couch, your eyes already rolling back in pleasure and you knew you wouldn't need much to reach your high.

"J-jungkook please don't stop I need to cum.", you pleaded and hoped he felt generous today. You knew your boyfriend loved to bring you to your limit, he loved edging you and making you beg but this time he just wanted to make you feel good.

"You can cum anytime babygirl I want to taste it.", he answered, picking up the pace and going harder now. His fingers hit your g-spot perfectly and you bit your lip, you knew the walls were thin and your neighbors didn't like listening to you two but there was no way that you could stay silent tonight. " Ohgod yes Jungkook fuck!"

You digged your nails into his shoulders now and he groaned in response. He loved that. "You turn me on so much. You can't imagine how much I wanted to do this every single night.", he admitted. "I thought about your moans and how you feel all the time it drove me crazy."

You wanted to answer him, to tell him that you felt the same way, but his words made you get closer to your orgasm and your brain wasn't in control of your words anymore. "Oh God ah close!"

Jungkook moved his tongue the way he knew you loved the most and brought you over the edge. Your body shook under him while you moaned his name loudly.

He helped you riding out your orgasm and licked his lips once he was done with you. You breathed heavily and felt like you needed a minute to calm down, but you didn't want to wait until then. Much to his surprise you got up and pushed him down, pulling his boxers away and revealing his already hard dick.

There was nothing that turned him on more than seeing you in pleasure. You wrapped your lips around his tip and pumped the rest of his dick with your hand. He groaned and watched how you took more and more in your mouth until he disappeared completely. "Fuck, you still take me like a good girl."

You looked up and nodded, a smirk on your face when you started bopping your head slowly. You scratched his abs and thighs with your nails and massaged his balls while you moved faster. His eyes were still on you as he grabbed your hair and guided your head. You let your jaw relax so he could fuck into your mouth easily.

His hips started thrusting up and he started to moan deeply as you felt yourself getting wet again. You loved how Jungkook used you and that was no secret. He noticed fast how turned on you got and pushed your body up to him. "Ride me."

"No, I am supposed to make you feel good.", you pouted. "There's nothing that feels better than to be inside of you babygirl I need that."

There was no way he had to tell you twice. You couldn't wait to finally feel him inside of you, to feel how he stretched you out and hit all the right spots to make you see stars. You sat on his lap and positioned his dick so you could slide down slowly. Both of you moaned again and you bit your lip.

He was big and you weren't used to it anymore, but it didn't take long until you rolled your hips and scratched his chest. "Fuck you're so hot.", he kept complimenting you and you blushed, it made you feel so good, so loved and cherished when he told you how beautiful you were on top of him.

You began to move faster and harder, you couldn't keep yourself silent even though you tried. Jungkook kept touching you on your most sensitive spots and you clenched around him every time. "Baby I'm close.", he moaned into your ear when he sat up to guide your hips.

"Cum inside of me please fill me.", you whined, scratching his back and marking his neck. You loved to leave your love bites everywhere, he was yours and you wanted people to know. "I'm close too."

Jungkook grabbed your neck and pulled you close for a long passionate kiss as you both came hard. Your body was shaking again but he held you close until your hips stopped moving. "I love you so much.", he said lovingly, kissing your neck and stroking your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin. "I love you too. I'm so glad I have you back with me."

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[di0rtaeyong]

Wedding Night (j.jh)

➸ summary: you and jaehyun decide to have a little fun during a wedding.

➸ genre: smut

➸ word count: 2k

➸ warnings: established relationship, sexual content; vaginal penetration, choking, “fishhooking”, dom features, orgasm denial, jaehyun says “baby” too much (my fault), public but not really

➸ authors note: second time writing smut! hope you enjoy.

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It was your best friend’s wedding. Everything had to be perfect, and it was your job as maid of honour to ensure that.

It also just so happened to be your boyfriend, Jaehyun’s, best friend’s wedding as well.

Johnny, who was Jaehyun’s best friend, and your best friend had actually been the ones to set you and Jaehyun up. It worked out well because both couples were extremely happy and all close friends.

As the best man, Jaehyun had his own responsibilities on his side which left the both of you with little free time starting two months before the wedding.

Which also meant that the second you both had a moment to breathe, Jaehyun would corner you, bringing the both of you to fast pleasure before you both had to go back to your duties.

Finally the wedding day had come and he had somehow managed to steal you away from dealing with a commotion between Johnny’s aunt and the mother of the bride and had hurriedly snuck the both of you off to the empty dressing room meant for the bride.

“Jaehyun, we have to be quick,” you panted as he left wet kisses down the column of your throat. He had you pressed against the closed door, one hand on your hip the other groping your breast through the silk of your maid of honour dress.

“Ugh baby, I can’t wait till this wedding is over, can’t stand waiting anymore,” he spoke against your skin, nipping at the skin on your collarbones causing you to throw your head back slightly.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a good job waiting does it?” You teased.

He looked up to see you smirking. Slowly he rose to his full height, pressing you harder against the door, ensuring that his crotch was directly on top of yours. You could feel his hardness through your gown and his suit pants.

You let out a small whimper before stopping yourself and meeting his strong gaze.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re doing any better does it?” He asked as he thrusted directly into your core once more.

“Shut up. I’m better at holding off and you know it,” you said challengingly. You weren’t really in a position to be teasing him like that, but you too were deprived of pleasure and the couple drinks at the bar made you speak before you thought about it.

Finally having enough of your back talk, Jaehyun practically growled and spun you around so your front was against the wall. “Always talking back to me, huh? I should teach you a lesson.”

He bunched up the skirt of your dress, gathering it up and pressing it up near your stomach as you pressed against the wall.

“Jaehyun, you cannot get this dress dirty okay? I’m serious.” You tried your best to sound stern as Jaehyun moved your hair to one side and kissed the back of your neck and exposed shoulders.

“Yeah baby don’t worry. Just focus on me now.” He said as his fingers found their way around your thighs and to your folds.

He started rubbing you through your thin panties. You had opted for a seamless G-string, so nothing showed through the dress.

“Hmm baby you’re barely wearing anything, and you’re soaked through.”

“Then hurry up and do something about it,” you complained. He was taking too long, and people were going to notice you were both gone.

Jaehyun clucked his tongue. “Tsk-tsk baby girl. I already told you not to talk back to me.”

His fingers were still rubbing you slowly through your underwear, pace still excruciatingly slow.

“God Jaehyun, just hurry up, we can’t- ah!” Your sentence was cut off by the need to cry out as Jaehyun pushed your underwear down to around your knees and plunged two fingers in.

Biting on the shell of your ear, he continued to pump his fingers into you, reaching places you only wish you could. “Nothing to say now, huh?”

Fighting off a moan, you replied. “You still haven’t fucked me yet, so I don’t think you’re doing your job right.”

“So, you’re gonna be like that? I’m gonna fuck you till all your pretty mouth can say is my name.” And with that, he pulled his two fingers out of your core and brought them up to your face.

“Open up,” he teased. You rolled your eyes but opened your mouth a little nonetheless.

Jaehyun must have really been annoyed because he shoved his fingers and pulled slightly to the side.

“Be a good girl for me, please love?”

You could feel the sarcasm dripping from his mouth. Nonetheless you were as desperate as him and you appreciated his roughness sometimes.

Jaehyun was usually soft; it was just his personality. He was soft smiles and hot drinks on cold days. He was orange sunsets and hand holding in the park. You loved him deeply for all of that and more, but there were days, days like today where he took control and you let him. Your relationship was built on a partnership, on fairness, but this Jaehyun. This Jaehyun was provocative.

This Jaehyun was cocky and hard handed. He was all dirty talk and rough thrusts and hot breaths exchanged in heated passion. And you absolutely missed him.

“Jaehyun, fuck me now, ugh,” you moaned, words coming out unclear due to his fingers in your mouth.

He tugged on your mouth again. “Say please.” He whispered in your ear. Then he moved his hand from your mouth, trailing his fingers down to your throat, hand encircling your throat. The light pressure had your mouth salivating.

Not being able to handle the wait anymore you succumbed to his wishes. Besides, you were sure people would have noticed you two were not on the dance floor right now.

“Please, please, please, Jaehyun. Please fuck me, please make me yours,” you begged. On a regular day you would’ve bit your tongue for sounding so pathetic but today you wanted Jaehyun was bad as he wanted you.

“So good to hear you beg, baby,” his hand tightened on your jaw for a moment and then he slid it down to your throat.

“So good baby, you make waiting so worth it, love this ass.”

“Jaehyun, now.” You really couldn’t handle the wait anymore.

“Okay baby, leg up.” With his free hand he hoisted up your left leg against the wall.

“I got you baby,” he breathed into you ear. And he pushed into you.

The moan you let out was embarrassing, primal and obscene, and definitely loud enough to be heard from outside if not for the wedding DJ playing ‘Mambo No. 5’.

“So tight around me, love your sounds.” He rasped out. You knew how long he had been waiting for this, and you had definitely been waiting for this as well. You were about to reply when his hand tightened around your throat, not tight enough to hurt you but enough to make you gasp and your eyes flutter shut.

“Yeah Jae, right there,” you managed to get out, but your words were muffled out by Jaehyun’s groans and ‘Cha Cha Slide’ blasting from the reception hall.

Hiking your leg up a little higher, he managed to hit a spot that had you seeing stars.

“Oh Jae, right there, oh my gosh, feels so good,”

You brought one hand down to your core, fingers finding your nub. Your own fingers didn’t feel as good as Jaehyun’s but his hands were currently busy, keeping you up and helping you reach heights of pleasure.

“Jae, I’m close, I- “

“You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

“Jae- “

His grip on your throat tightened slightly. “Wait.”

The feeling was coiling in your stomach, the feeling you missed so much when you were with Jaehyun like this. When he was like this.

His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and his grip on your leg was loosening.

“Jae please- “, you whined.

“Just a little more baby, wanna savour this,” he whispered against your bare neck.

His hips faltered and you knew he was close.

“Jae, I’m gonna- “

“Now baby,” he practically growled. His hand tightened around your throat and your leg was hiked up to a higher position. Black spots danced in your vision as you felt yourself let go on his command. You were in pure bliss. All up until Jaehyun spoke again.

“Baby, you feel so good on my cock, gonna cum now.”

“Jaehyun, don’t cum on my dress.” You managed to breathe out.

He didn’t hear you. “Oh, I missed this, can’t wait till the damn wedding is over, we gotta make up for lost time. I’ll still give it to you when it’s time for ours.”

You didn’t catch his comment properly, too focused on something else. “Jaehyun, be careful with my dress,” you said again.

“What baby?” His pace was slowing, and grip loosened but you were still worried. 

Your eyes always bugged out of your head when you felt him starting to pull away.

“Jaehyun! My dress!” You reach behind you to pull him back towards you in case anything decided to spill out.

“Okay, okay, gimme a second,” he laughed, setting you down safely on both feet. 

You couldn’t see what he was doing but a few moments later you felt soft tissue between your legs.

“Hold your dress up,” he whispered.

You shivered but did so none the less as you lifted the silk fabric up away from your body.

Jaehyun wiped softly, touch light and loving, so you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Hmmm, missed this Jae,” you whispered as you let your eyes flutter shut.

“You missed my dick?” You opened your eyes to see Jaehyun smirking down on you, playful glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, rolling your eyes and a smile threatening to take over your face.

He stepped back and pulled your panties back up to their original position around your hips. When you felt that they were in place, you used one hand to check that there was nothing remaining that could stain your dress. You let your dress back down and smoothed it out as you turned around. Jaehyun was finishing buckling his pants as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Round two?” He winked.

Laughing you reached for the door handle.

“I’m sorry, I have maid of honour duties to fulfill. I think you have best man duties as well?”

Jaehyun laughed at your teasing tone, hands reaching for you, pulling you close. 

When your faces were close enough for your breaths to mingle he whispered, “I love you.” And he kissed you softly, slowly.

You smiled into the kiss and pushed him away slightly. “Love you too. But we gotta go, Jae.”

He hummed and let you lead him back to the reception hall that was blasting ‘Party Rock Anthem’ at the moment. Checking your hair before you walked in, you were suddenly grabbed by your best friend, the bride.

“Where were you?! We’re about to start the bouquet toss!” She pulled you away from Jaehyun, and he silently laughed at you being pulled away as he went to stand next to Johnny.

You stood behind the first row of woman, all of them eager to catch the bouquet. You turned to look at Jaehyun, maybe catch his eye and make a face about all the woman in front of you desperate for a proposal. Because of this, you didn’t notice the music stop, only snapping out of your daze when you heard someone yell, “Look out!”

Your eyes snapped forwards, and seeing the flying bouquet hurdling towards you caused you to reach out your arms out defensively.

You shut your eyes before you felt the impact. When you opened your eyes again you saw your best friend right in front of you.

“You caught the bouquet!”, she exclaimed. It was hard to hear over the cheering. “, Better tell Jaehyun to get a move on, huh?” She nudged you when her elbow and gestured to the left with her head.

You turned in the direction she gestured to and met Jaehyun’s eyes. Big smile on his face, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Returning the big smile, you chuckled, thinking back to his comment about your wedding. Clutching the bouquet to your chest, you spoke softly. “I think he has it covered.”

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