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Mutual Help | #14

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲��𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

The front door is shut with Jungkook's leg, his hands too busy fiddling with your dress as he tries to feel you up through the red material. Your mouths are occupied with kissing each other, tingling from the amazing sensation.

You're not quite sure how this all started.

One minute you were stressing over Hoseok on the way to Jungkook's home, whispering furiously to him so the driver couldn't hear you. The next your pretended boyfriend assured you Hoseok won't be a trouble anymore, shutting you with his mouth before you followed his slow but intense kisses.

"We're in a cab, Kook." you reminded him as soon as he pulled away, not too much though. Just enough to catch a breath before he went for another kiss.

"Relax, he's probably seen a lot worse." he said, not giving you a chance to respond or protest. And you went with it, because your dignity wasn't as important as Jungkook's lips were.

The only time when you weren't kissing was when the driver pulled in front of Jungkook's apartment building, while he paid him and helped you to get out of the car. When he did, his hand stayed placed on your lower back as he ushered you inside. Those five minutes in front of the elevator were intense, you both wondering who's going to make the first move. But as soon as that elevator door opened and you stepped in, Jungkook clicked the button on his floor before you both threw yourselves at each other. Your back collided with the elevator wall and you gasped, giving him a perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue in.

And here you are now.

"Jungkook," you whisper, feeling his breath ghosting against your neck.

"Hm?" he hums, sucking your skin there, the tips of his fingers grazing over your exposed thigh.

"I want you." you mumble, nails tracing his exposed collarbones as you wish he'd just take off the goddamn shirt, so you could see his perfectly tanned and soft skin.

"I want you too." he admits, your heart clenching at those words. It's something how he says it, so effortlessly and honestly. He makes you feel wanted without even realizing it.

He dives back for a kiss, tongue swiping across your bottom lip just to bite down on it. Not too harsh, just enough to make you groan both in surprise and lust. You can taste the little of alcohol he had on his lips, and you're certain your own match to his. Surprisingly, you sobered a bit during the ride, whether it was a shock of Jungkook kissing you in a cab where the driver just pretended he didn't hear your lips smooching against each other, or simply of you getting some fresh air.

Although, you're choosing the first reason.

"I want you to fuck me." you say bluntly, staring at his doe and dark eyes which soaks into your own.

His throat bobs at your words, bottom lip clutched between his teeth before he lets it go. "I wanna fuck you too," he says, "But are you sure? We both drank a bit."

Your senses are a little bit slowed down and if it weren't for Jungkook's mouth, your movements would be way lazier than they're now. But you're nowhere near drunk, knowing exactly what you want. And that is Jungkook fucking you.

"Do I look drunk?"

"No," he answers, but still making sure he keeps his eyes on you, checking your expression. "You're cutely affected by alcohol."

Giggling, you shake your head at him, seeing his mouth spreading to a wide grin. "What does that even mean?"

He takes a step closer to you, caging you between the wall and his body again. You can smell his cologne, wondering how he can smell so amazing after hours of being at the wedding and dancing. He clutches your jaw, surprising you by his rough movements as he turns your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. And you expect him to kiss you there, but he doesn't.

"That means," he starts, licking his bottom lip which you failed to see. "that you've stopped drinking just at the right time. Otherwise, I don't think I'd fuck you if you were drunk, especially if it's our first time."

Our first time.

This man is trying to ruin you, and he's completely clueless about it.

"So, are you planning to do it or are you just going to talk about it?" you ask, almost whimpering when his hold on your jaw tightens. He presses his nose against your jaw, inhaling as he chuckles.

"Keep talking and you're going to regret it."

Your core clenches, breath hitching which he hasn't failed to notice.

"Or what?" you press, stomach bubbling with anticipation of what his answer might be.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart."

"I think I'll risk it." you smirk, amused by those darkened eyes that gives you an intimidating look, sending a rush of shivering down your spine but you don't let it show.

Provoking Jungkook has always been fun. Well, you never really provoked him in this kind of situation. But you find yourself feeling much more thrill and fun doing it now. You want to push his buttons, see what kind of exact person he is when he's clouded with lust and excitement. You managed to see a tiny bit of his dominating persona during the time when he went down on you. Maybe it's the natural curiosity that's rooted deeply inside of you, but you just can't wait to see him during sex. He seems like a person who likes to handle others, showing them what he's capable of. Just the thought of him being rough with you makes your legs tremble. Again.

The growl that erupts from Jungkook's throat is unexpected, before you're being turned around by his rough hands, chest colliding with the cold wall of his corridor. He pushes himself against you, hands groping your ass as your own are sprawled against the plain white wall. He gives you a perfect opportunity to feel his hardening length against the black slacks he wears. Your bottom lip is caged between your teeth, a single memory of his cock in your mouth makes you salivate, and it leaves you whimpering.

"I told you not to tempt me," he spits, lips brushing against your right ear. "But you like to disobey just for the sake of your fun, don't you?" he chuckles, but it's not one of those cute and bubbly ones he usually makes. This one's dark, low and amused at the same time.

You've seen so many different sides of Jungkook, but you barely get to see this one. Which is understandable, he's your best friend after all. Best friend who you have never had any sexual encounters with before. But this is different. This is like the same Jungkook you know, but he's like another person at the same time. It's confusing.

"Jungkook," you whimper, pushing your ass against his bulge causing him to chuckle at you.

"Are you being a needy slut for me?" he asks, letting the question settle into the air as he waits for your response.

He tenses behind you, maybe in fear that he crossed the line with you by calling you a slut. You're surprised yourself, and you never liked the whole degrading thing or someone calling you a bitch for pleasure. However, even though he just called you a slut, there wasn't an ounce of actual seriousness or that he meant it literally, despite how serious he sounded.

Just when a whiny and breathless 'yes' leaves your mouth, it's just enough for him to relax and continue with what he started. The tips of his fingers brush against your thigh, hiking up the dress as his hand disappears underneath it. Your whole body shivers automatically, leaving you speechless of how lack of control you've got over your body.

He traces the hem of your lacy panties, humming in appreciation and before you can dwell on how it sends another set of shivers down your spine, he's hooking finger exactly where your clothed heat is. Your body jumps backwards when he touches your clit, tracing your wet heat with gentle and slow movements. Your ass hits his hardening bulge, and this time you get to feel it more prominent and hardened. This turns him on exactly like it does to you.

He groans, teeth nibbling on your shoulder before he circles your clit. "So nice and wet. All for me, baby?"

Your heat clenches, desperate to feel something inside of you. All you can think of is how Jungkook's cock is going to feel inside of you. Is it going to hurt? You remember how you barely took him in your mouth, feeling the corners of your mouth being stretched for a couple of more minutes after you were done. Not that you regret it, it was worth every second.

When the palm of Jungkook's hand meets your ass cheek, you gasp into the wall. He doesn't have to say anything for you to understand what it was for.

"Yes, all for you." you confirm, voice slightly shaking.

Gasping, you moan right after he enters you with one finger kissing your shoulder. He slowly pulls out, before he enters you with slow strokes leaving you gasping all over again. He adds another one, praising you for being a good girl. You clench around him and he chuckles, but doesn't comment on it.

"That's it, gotta stretch you out." he says, voice raspier than before as he adds another one.

He's stretching you more than at the beginning, and you can feel the stretch slightly burn but it doesn't feel bad. You take his fingers well, clenching around his fingers no matter how many times he tells you to relax. You can't, it feels to good and if he continues with the slow strokes, you're cumming soon.

As if he could sense that, he slaps you with his other hand, chuckling when you moan out loud. It's almost too loud, but there's no time to be embarrassed over the fact you like being spanked. He curls his fingers, circling your clit with a thumb while he palms the sensitive flesh of your ass.

"So dirty, I didn't know you love to be spanked so much." he muses, an amused tone laced in his raspy voice.

If your mind weren't clouded with so much lust and eagerness to reach your end, you'd roll your eyes at him and tell him to fuck off. It's nice to know your thoughts are still the same, even when he's fingers deep inside of you.

The feeling of how perfect the pace is isn't long lasting, especially when he picks up his pace and pumps you with his fingers much more eagerly. He praises you each time he thrusts them into you, mainly calling you a good girl or baby.

A simple 'fuck' leaves Jungkook's mouth when he feels you clenching even more, tightening around his three long digits. But still, he manages to keep up the pace just the same, bringing you closer to your end. Just as you feel like that's it, you're cumming, it fades with a snap of fingers in a second. The amazing burn nestled in your womb and between your legs is long forgotten, a sigh of disappointment coming from you in response. It takes you a few seconds to understand what has just happened.

Jungkook pulled out his fingers, causing you to slowly turn around with flushed cheeks and an irritated expression which is understandable. But the young man just grins, slowly bringing his fingers into his mouth as he tastes you.

You gasp, staring at him with mouth agape as his eyes don't leave you.

"Mhm," he almost moans, tongue swirling against his fingers before he pulls them out with a soft pop.

"Why would you stop?" you ask breathlessly.

"I told you not to tempt me. Consider this as your punishment." he shrugs, lips twitching with a hidden smirk which you clearly notice as you huff a breath of annoyance.

"Are you serious?"

Punishments. You never talked about that. Plus, you thought your punishment was him manhandling you and spanking your ass. Now that you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

"Absolutely." he answers confidently.

"But I was about to cum!" you exclaim, not believing he just cut off your orgasm like that. It's called betrayal!

"Oh, I know. I could feel you tightening."

Instead of feeling embarrassed by his blunt words, and the fact your best friend says them to you, you're more annoyed. You were so close. You could feel how bomb orgasm that would be. But no, Jeon Jungcock decides to change that just for pure fun and punishment.

"Whatever. I'll just take care of myself then." you huff once again, making sure he gets a perfect glimpse of your pissed off expression.

You're ready to walk away from him, planning to bump into his shoulder just to emphasize your annoyance. But before you can even take another step, he's grabbing your wrists and pulls you closer to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks lowly, eyes boring into yours.

You don't let it phase you, although you can't feel your heart jumping at the sudden intimidating tone and look.

"To take care of myself. Since someone decided to punish me." Okay, that was kind of petty but you're pissed.

It pisses you even more when Jungkook snorts, his serious facade cracking as he starts to laugh at you. "Awh, are you mad baby?"

"Don't call me baby. You don't get that privilege anymore." you murmur, causing him to laugh again.

"And what privilege do I get?" he challenges you, cocking his brow at you.

"You can stand behind the door and listen to my moans." you answer dryly, knowing very well that you're not able to make yourself cum just using your fingers. It just won't work for you.

"As tempting as it sounds, I'd rather fuck you." he tells you, slowly reaching for your face before he kisses you. And you let him.

Your lips tingle from the rough kisses he delivers, making sure you feel his want and need towards you. Mind still twirling over the fact he said he wants to fuck you, and no matter how many times he has already said it, it bursts that bubble of arousal inside of you. Maybe it's because you haven't had sex for so long, or maybe because you haven't been touched this way — ever.

It should be weird you're so turned on over your best friend touching you this way, wanting to fuck you. But you're not. All you can think of is how amazing he's going to feel once he's inside of you. Jungkook swallows your every breath, before he's forced to pull away.

Smirking at you, he interweaves your fingers as he leads you towards his bedroom. You take that time to admire his muscular back and broad shoulders, the white shirt doing his body justice, not that he needs it.

Jungkook pushes the door from his bedroom open, leading you straight towards his bed as he turns around before he spins you, gently pushing you down his bed.

You help in surprise, giggling when your body funnily bounces, causing the corner of his lips to turn upwards as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth. He starts to loosen his red tie, eyes focused on you the entire time meanwhile you gulp at the filthy sight in front of you.

Fuck, how can somebody be so hot?

Plopping yourself on your elbows, you watch him taking the tie off but he doesn't throw it like you expect him to. It stays in his hands for a few seconds, twirling it between his fingers as he looks through his cocked brow at you. He tosses it at the end of the mattress, before starting to unbutton his shirt.

Licking your lips, you shamelessly watch him and almost disappointedly whine when he doesn't unbutton nor take it off entirely. If he sees your reaction, he doesn't comment on it but the confident smirk is just enough for you to know he noticed it.

He slowly makes his way towards you, knees plopping himself right next to your legs before he's hovering over you. You tilt your head slightly upwards, enough to see his close features before he kisses you again. This time it's slower, more passionate and leaves you breathless all over again. He urges you to completely lay down, your elbows betraying you as your back and head is met with the mattress again. He sits down on his knees, staring down at you with dark eyes and you almost raise yourself again, but before you can give him a glance of curiosity, you're turned around.

It all happens quick, one second you feel his arms around your waist and the next you're turned over to your stomach. A loud gasp escapes your mouth, your head already turned around to look at Jungkook. He just cockily smirks at you, fingers hovering over the zipper of your dress. He lets his finger scheme over your shoulder blades, gently caressing your exposed skin that makes you shiver underneath his touch.

"Do you really want this?" he asks, voice calm and relaxed like he's not ready to devour you whole.

You notice the sudden change of atmosphere, his tone serious yet soft. He's making sure you really made up your mind. He sees the way you patiently wait for him to touch you, leaving you pressing your thighs together. He's responsible for the ache between your legs. He sees it all, yet he needs to hear you say it again.

"Of course, I do." you answer, making sure you stare into his eyes which is quite troublesome since he's right behind you and caging you with his knees on both your sides.

He doesn't react verbally, all he does in response is slowly unzipping your dress while you press your cheek against his sheets, loving how flowery they smell. The room's temperature isn't low, yet it leaves you shivering when the cold air meets your naked back.

"No bra?" Jungkook questions, not hiding a mere surprise.

"This dress doesn't need it." you breathe out, your voice slightly muffled.

Again, he doesn't react verbally but you're shocked, gasping when he pulls your ass up. It leaves you on all fours, the dress slowly falling down your arms.

"Turn around." he demands, and you obey right away.

He chuckles, not wasting time with undressing you before you're left in your panties and heels. He leaves your dress on the floor, not bothering to properly place it somewhere less dirty, even though Jungkook's home is cleaner than yours. He doesn't care they can crinkle if they're tossed on the floor, and neither is it your priority.

All you can focus on is feeling his hands working on your heels, taking them off before he finally frees your ankles and the tight strap around it. Once he's done, he hovers over you again, pressing his lips against your stomach and slowly making his way up your chest. Your perked nipples don't go unnoticed by him, his doe eyes looking up at you before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. Arching your back, you gasp while he swirls his tongue against it. The other one is occupied by his hand, molding the soft flesh in his huge palm. He does the same thing to the other one, his lips reddened when he's done. Your nipples look just the same, reddened with the attention they just received while still covered in his saliva. You shiver, meeting his eyes as he licks his lips.

You lean forward, kissing him while your arms wrap around his neck pulling his body even closer to yourself. He grunts into your mouth, arms holding himself as he tries not to crash you with his weight. Legs wrapped around his waist, you thrust your hips upwards making the two of you gasp. He's already getting hard, the bulge in his black slacks says it all.

You're remembered by the fact he's still fully dressed and you don't like that. Your hands already work on their own, unfastening his belt and zipper with needy and quick movements.

Jungkook's smirk is evident against your lips, but he doesn't comment on your sudden eagerness, if anything, he seems to like it as he lets you take off his slacks. He helps you take them fully, meanwhile your fingers work on his shirt. You've never hated buttons before. Just like with the slacks, he helps you take off his shirt too and slides it off his arms exposing his abs and buffed chest.

If you were turned on before, you're completely salivated over him now. He tosses it behind him, hitting the desk in the corner of his room making you giggle. He chuckles, hovering over you again before he's kissing you. You take that chance to feel his muscular back, nails gently scratching his soft skin as he grunts into your mouth.

"I want to—" he kisses you again, "fuck me." you finish, hands slowly sliding down his perky ass.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks, and you cock your head in confusion.

He's asking you that now? Again? You thought you're pretty clear that you want him. But once he sees your confusion and that cute frown you're about to sport, he explains himself.

"No, I meant— shouldn't I stretch you out more?"

Ah, he means that.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jeon. You're not that big."

Oh, yeah he is. Definitely bigger than your ex. But who would you be if you didn't take the opportunity to bruise his male ego.

"Really?" he asks, his brows mockingly shooting up. "Weren't you choking on my cock just a few days ago?" he cocks his head innocently, but you see his fake facade.

He's enjoying this, even when you open your mouth and dryly swallow the lump in your throat.

"Fuck, you're so cute when you're getting flustered." he comments, laughing while he scrunches his nose.

Rolling your eyes, you decide it's better not to argue with him. You know he's right about you choking on his cock, you're not stupid. "Whatever," you murmur.

"And to answer your question, no. Just fuck me, I'm ready." you assure him, licking your lips while he eyes you.

He nods, reaching towards the nightstand before he opens the first drawer. He pulls out the foil package and rips it open. Since you're feeling bold tonight, you reach for his length, hand disappearing in his boxers where you finally feel him. He bites onto his lower lip, taking them off while you start to pump him. He's hardening with each pump, kissing you as your hands work their magic on him.

He pulls away and you watch him putting on a condom.

The sight of him doing something so intimate feels exactly that. Intimate, close and exhibit. You've never thought nor imagined you'd ever get this close to him. This is so new to you, just thinking that he's about to have sex with you drives you crazy. You've never thought you'd crave for him this certain way.

Of course, there were many times when your heart was craving for him. In a friendly way when you were in desperate need of a friend. But it wasn't just that. You needed him, Jungkook. No matter how many girl friends you've or can have, nothing ever compares to him. There were times when you felt like you're the one who needs your friendship more than him. You don't doubt Jungkook's friendship, of course not. It just often felt like it's you who values your friendship in more ways than Jungkook could ever imagine. Maybe that's why it hurt when he moved on with Kiko and barely got the time to text you, or even spend time with you.

Jungkook's fingers trail to your exposed legs, snapping you out of your thoughts. It's unreal how he brings you back to reality with a single touch, those soft but dark eyes of his dancing on your face.

"It's still not too late to back out," he tells you softly, caressing your skin like he's not talking about the possibility of ending this. "If you've got any doubts, maybe this isn't what we should do."

"Are you regretting getting this far, Jeon?" you ask, your voice neutral, yet the use of his surname comes out almost cold.

His eyes flicker to yours right away and he quickly shakes his head, before he allows himself to talk. "No, of course not. I want this, if you couldn't tell." he snorts at the end, looking down to his hard length that's pressing against his stomach.

Focus, Y/N!

You look back at him, poking your inner cheek with a tongue before you sigh. "We both already did some intimate things. Don't you think that if I wanted to back out, I wouldn't allow all those things to happen?" you ask him softly, eyes filled with curiosity and a small frown settling on your brows.

"I'm just making sure," he mumbles, dropping those dark eyes for a moment while you're met with Jungkook that looks completely innocent. "I don't want you to regret anything. This is our friendship we're talking about. That's the most important thing."

If you weren't so freaking horny, you'd probably tear up from the honesty and softness of his words. He really is thoughtful.

"I want this, Kook. I don't think this will change our friendship. If me sucking you off and you eating me out hasn't, I don't think us having sex will. We're just young adults who need to blow some steam off, let's not overthink it too much."

He nods, agreeing with you as he bites his lower lip in thought. "Okay, because you're my best friend but you're fucking attractive and hot. And all I can think about is fucking you." he admits bluntly, causing you to gasp at his sudden words but you giggle.

You trace your hand down his chest, appreciating how firm it feels. "Good," you gulp, "Because that's all I'm thinking about right now."

Jungkook grunts, hovering over you before he kisses you again. His mouth works quick and needy, nibbling on your bottom lip to show you his desire while you're trying not to moan. It's almost pathetic how quick he makes you be so responsive and loud.

"Ready?" he asks between the kisses, his hand going between his legs as he pumps himself.

You can feel your heart in the throat, this feeling awfully similar to your first sex. That excitement and the feeling of experiencing something new, even though it's just sex. Minus the awkwardness and nervousness, of course. You really wonder how he's going to feel. Something tells you he's perfect in bed, no doubts. Just him eating you out made you see stars and brought one of the best orgasms you've ever experienced.

"Ready." you tell him, breath hitching in your throat as soon as you feel his tip parting your folds.

He takes his time, not entering you right away but making sure he smears the wetness between your legs to your clit and his tip. He stares down, brows pinched together and bottom lip tucked between his teeth, looking focused and almost as if he's savoring every moment.

Eyes flickering to yours, he releases his bottom lip as he spreads your legs wider. Giving him a soft smile, hand placed over his beating hard, you're surprised how fast it beats. It matches your own heartbeat, but somehow it leaves a peaceful feeling inside your heart. It's nice to know he's affected as much as you are.

With a careful and slow push, he enters you for the first time, taking into account that it's been awhile since you've had sex. The last thing he wants is to rush and possibly hurt you, just because he's impatient and horny.

Swallowing down the gasp that wants to escape from the back of your throat, you close your eyes and try to relax as much as possible. Luckily, Jungkook seems to be patient and he's still trying to fill you up at an incredibly slow pace. He even stops, checking your reactions with each push and inch he makes.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you." he groans, but still manages to sound soft and genuine. It takes a lot for him not to thrust into you.

Jungkook hasn't been sexually active with anyone, the last person he had sex with was Kiko, his ex-girlfriend. That means you're not the only one who's been without sex for quite some time, even though Jungkook wasn't left high and dry for that long.

"I know." you breathe out, reacting to Jungkook's words. You know all of that, but the sudden stretch and slight burn you feel is unavoidable. There's nothing you can do and your body just has to get used to it.

Although, it seems like Jungkook wants to help when he starts to circle your clit. You suck in breath, your walls relaxing and taking more of him almost immediately.

"That's it," he praises you, continuing with it until he's all nestled inside of you.

He holds himself, still careful not to crash you underneath his weight as he lets you get used to him inside of you. It feels weirdly new, almost as if you forgot how dick inside of you feels like.

"You took me so well." he grunts, his length twitching inside of you before he gives you a sheepish look, like he's apologizing for being so needy and greedy.

"Fuck me, Kook." you murmur, your walls clenching around his thick length as he opens his mouth at the feeling. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer as you feel the ends of his soft yet thick hair.

"I'm gonna go slow at first, okay?" he asks, although you both know he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if you tried to argue with him, you don't because his reason and decision is understandable and all about you, he'd still do it his way to make sure you're comfortable.

Nodding, he's pulling out of you, a soft breathes leaving his mouth before he slowly pushes his cock inside you. He's restraining himself so much, his face twisted in almost painful expression. Legs wrapped around his frame, heels digging into his lower back, you pull him even closer causing him to get even deeper inside of you.

"You're not making this any easier, you know that?" he chuckles, shaking his head as he still continues with his soft and slow thrusts.

Your giggle is short-lived, especially when his length rubs around a very sensitive spot inside of you, a moan rippling out of your mouth. He stops, adjusting himself before he does it again.

"Stop," you gasp, causing him to freeze and look at you. "I don't wanna cum yet."

"Would you cum right away if I continued?" he asks curiously.

In other situations, you'd probably cackle at the fact you're having a full conversation during your sex. But all you can do is nod in embarrassment.

"Well, maybe not right away but I was getting there." you point out, causing him to chuckle amusingly at you. It causes you to slap his back but he doesn't seem to be too phased, your weak attempt to scold him doing no harm.

"Do you want me to stay still like this or...?" he trails off, causing you to snort at the absurd situation.

You can't believe you're about to laugh in the middle of sex, but Jungkook's distressed expression is priceless.

"No," you laugh, "just fuck me already."

He relaxes, even though he tries to hide it, before he gives you one of his famous grins. "Your wish is my command."

Before you can snort or react in any way at his funny words and the teasing tone, he's already pulling out before he smacks his hips back. It leaves you breathless, almost knock all the oxygen out of your lungs as he repeats the same process over and over again. Your heated skin meets his with each thrust, creating swift and rhythmic melody and just when you think it can't get better, he lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders.

"Fuck," you breathe out, ignoring the cocky smirk he tries to hide again by staring at your connected bodies.

He fucks you like no one ever has, bringing you an euphoric feeling that you can't seem to get enough of. It feels too good to be real and embarrassingly enough, you've never known that sex could feel this amazing. Jungkook's skills are over the top, triumphing over your ex in all ways. However, with Jungkook's unstoppable thrusts there is no time to think about your ex or anyone else.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well, baby." Jungkook groans above you, head falling between your shoulder and neck, burying his face there.

You shiver, feeling his body pressed against you, his hot skin against your makes the whole atmosphere even more intimate. Years of knowing him, you've never felt this close to him.

"Jungkook," you moan, eyes rolling back when he purposely rub his length against that one sensitive spot he found minutes ago.

He knows what he's doing, and you can perfectly feel that little smirk he always has on his lips but surprisingly, he gives a peck to your neck before he pulls away.

"Can you get on all fours?" he asks, halting his thrusts as you whine.

You were just getting there.

But Jungkook isn't planning on ending anytime soon and when he sees your disappointment, he laughs at you. "Come on, on all fours and ass up." he tells you, your cheeks heating up at the demanding tone he sets.

He pulls out, leaving you empty and greedy for him. Obeying him quickly, you get on all fours as he requested and you yelp when he presses your back down. It causes your cheek to be pressed against his mattress again, his palm staying on your back for a couple of more seconds before he grabs your hips. He lifts your ass even more, your spine and back arched all for him. He palms your ass, grabbing the flesh into his huge hands before he's entering you all over again.

You gasp, clutching the sheets in small fists and when Jungkook notices this, he reaches for them and interweaves his fingers with yours. His chest is pressed against your back while he starts pounding into you at a completely new pace.

"Jungkook, ah—" you whine, your voice awfully whiny and soft to the point you can't recognize it.

"I know, I know." he grunts, tightening his hold on your fingers as you can feel your walls tightening around his thick and throbbing length.

"Fuck—so good." you moan out, shutting your eyes because you can feel them watering.

"You're gripping me so well," he rasps out, not halting his movements even a bit. "Gonna make you cum so hard." he promises, his small dirty talk causing you to moan again.

His balls slapping against your ass feels euphoric, just like everything right now, and it leaves you breathless and wanting to reach your end. Couple of more thrusts, Jungkook's soft grunts and his length brushing against your g-spot brings you the most incredible orgasm.

Mouth agape, Jungkook's unstoppable thrusts make you cry out his name as you're cumming around him. He fucks you through it, continuing even when you're growing sensitive and you whine at the overstimulation.

"I know, I know. I'm getting there." he grunts, hands grabbing your hips so tight that you're guessing they'll probably bruise later but you don't seem to care.

Clenching around him, it takes a few more pumps before Jungkook suddenly halts his movements and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He's cumming, filling the condom with his seed and you wish you could feel him more.

And fuck, if Jungkook's low groan of pleasure isn't the hottest thing you've ever heard, you don't know what is.

And even though you've just come down off your high, the sound is enough to shoot a little bit lust straight to your core. Enough to leave you clench around him again, causing him to grunt in response.

His sweaty forehead drops against your naked shoulder, a shallow and quick breaths meeting your skin as he tries to calm himself down. It takes him a few more seconds of breathing in and out at a rapid pace, before his breathing comes back to normal and he slowly lifts his head off you.

"You good?" he asks, holding himself up with his hands when he realizes he almost crushed you with his heavy body.

You don't see him, but he scrunches his nose when he pulls out of you, overstimulation getting overwhelming for the both of you. When he manages to fully pull out, he quickly gets off you and plops himself next to you. You flip yourself on your back, eyes focused on the white ceiling as your chest heaves with almost identical heavy breaths like he did just seconds ago.

"I'm perfect," you answer breathlessly, stealing a glance at your best friend who happily lays down next to you, discarding the used condom. "Are you good?" you ask him in return, watching him grin as he ties the used condom full of his sperm.

"Oh, I'm ecstatic." he beams, standing up and throwing the condom in the bin near his desk.

"Are you always this ecstatic when you get laid?" you chuckle, trying not to let your eyes drop to his crotch that he doesn't even cover. He's shameless, walking completely naked to you while he doesn't even try to cover himself. It's not like you want him to anyway, but he clearly doesn't have any issue with nudity.

"It's been a long time, okay?" he jokes, tossing his body next to you without care, causing the mattress to jiggle under his weight. "Don't tell me you don't think the sex was mind blowing."

He looks at you, eyes dropping to your perked nipples before he looks back into your eyes.

"It was." you shrug, admitting it.

He chuckles, turning onto his side as he traces your lips. It catches you off guard, but you don't even blink while you try to look as natural as possible. You look at him, his hand dropping next to his body.

"This doesn't change anything, right? Our friendship, I mean."

You've to ask him, just to be sure. At first, you were the one who tried to convince him that none of this would affect your friendship.

His brows scrunch together for a short moment before he shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. Do you feel like something changed?" he asks back.

"I don't, but what if I will?" you ask, probably more yourself than Jungkook.

What if everything seems just the same right now but yesterday or in a few weeks, you'll feel like you shouldn't have done that? There's no turning back and you really don't want to regret anything. It's just your mind playing tricks on you. This is your friendship that could possibly be on the line after all.

"Then you'll tell me. I don't think there's nothing we can do. We both agreed to it and it doesn't have to be such a big deal." he shrugs, his voice putting at least some kind of ease to your nerves.

"I know that, I know that we both agreed to it. I really don't wanna sound like I'm already regretting it, because I don't. I don't want you to think that it's your fault or make you feel guilty. That's not my intention at all. It's just... I can't help but wonder if we did the right thing. What if this will fire back in a few weeks, months or years even?"

Your eyes are focused on the ceiling, despite feeling Jungkook's doe eyes silently watching you.

"I think you're overthinking this a lot. Let's just focus on the present. We don't have to have sex anymore. I told you, anything that makes you comfortable." he tells you honestly and softly, causing you to feel like a jerk for some reason.

You're stressing over something nonexistent while Jungkook is there for you and your crazy mind.

"I didn't say that. I still wanna have sex." you point out, causing him to snicker.

When you look at him, you can see the confident and cocky glint in his eyes. That's why you nudge his shoulder, snorting. "Shut up."

He laughs, slowly shaking his head. "Just don't fall in love with me. I know that I can be very irresistible but—"

"Oh, get over yourself, Jeon." you scoff, sitting up as you give him a perfect view of your rolling eyes.

He grins at you, hand touching your exposed back as he caresses your skin. "Never." he jokes, causing you to shake your head at his absurdity.

You just hope the next morning will be just as relaxed like this very moment is. You don't want your friendship to be ruined by lust.

But you'll have to wait until the morning comes.

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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I just feel in my pussy heart that Eddie is such a dirty talker. like he’s just noisy in general, likes to moan, but also wants to tell you his every fantasy, how good you feel, how hard you get him, just anything. such a vocal boy

OH ABSOLUTELY YES

you guys talk about your fantasies pretty early in your relationship. you tell him all of yours—every little thing that you want him to do to you, that you wanna try, all of your kinks, everything. eddie does the same in turn, vocalizing every single scenario he’s imagined the two of you in. one in particular has him fucking you on stage after one of his shows, wanting to feel your cunt squeezing every drop of cum from him while his head still buzzes from the high of performing. he wants you to suck his dick in the empty hellfire club room while you touch yourself, as he sits in the throne and watches you. he wants to fuck your throat. he wants to handcuff your hands behind your back while he fucks the everloving shit out of you. he wants you to sit on his face. he wants to finger fuck you while you sit at dinner with your family or your friends. it’s an endless list, and one that you’re happy to let him live out.

so let’s use him at dinner with your friends as one particular scenario where he starts getting vulgar as hell. you’re sitting there, trying to eat, trying to do anything but moan and bring attention to what is going on. your friends are talking and laughing with each other, with eddie sitting close to you as you both eat—or pretend to, which is what happens after a little while. and he has his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt, his skilled fingers curling repeatedly against your sweet spot as he fucks them quickly into you. you opted out of wearing panties under the dress you chose to wear, and you can’t decide now if that’s a good or bad thing. the chair was going to be a soaking wet mess when you stood up, that much was certain.

“how does that feel?” eddie breathed into your ear when everyone was looking away, occupied in conversation with each other. “tell me. use your words for me, or i’ll stop.”

you tell him it feels fucking incredible, because honestly, it does and you don’t care anymore who knows. you were likely going to get caught, anyway; you could just feel it. but do you care? fuck no. you’re so goddamn drunk on how good his hands feel, how full your pussy is with his ringed fingers, that you don’t care about anything else. and then he’s kissing your jaw, nuzzling his nose as he goes along, before laughing in your ear.

“meet me in the upstairs bathroom in five minutes,” he whispered. “i’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of you. i want to hear those pretty moans while you’re wrapped around my dick, and i want to see the look on your face as you cum for me. five minutes; no more, no less.”

and then he’s withdrawing his fingers, excusing himself, and you have to wait five tortuous goddamn minutes to join him. you are fairly certain your friends know what’s up when you also excuse yourself, but if they have any inkling, they don’t let on. they just give you uncertain & confused expressions, and murmurs of taking your time and how they will still be there when you come back. you didn’t give it much thought; your mind was too full of eddie, and the wetness that was now clinging to your inner thighs as you made your way up the stairs.

you walk to the bathroom, and you don’t even enter on your own before he’s pulling you inside. his lips attack yours, your back pressed against the bathroom door as his knee comes under your dress to wedge against your pussy. you grind onto him, so thankful for the friction as both of you moan filthily into the heated kiss. his cock is already rock hard, and he takes your hand and places it over the firm outline in the front of his jeans.

“feel that?” he breathes as he breaks the kiss, hiking your dress up and helping you onto the bathroom sink. “you did that to me. that beautiful wet pussy, the way you were trying not to moan down there, the fact that we could have been caught...fuck.”

and then he’s kneeling, my god he is fucking kneeling, and that mouth feels like heaven against your cunt. he tells you how good you taste, how he knew you would be just as sweet as ever, and he’s fucking you so hard on his fingers again as he eats you out that you’re seeing stars but he won’t let you cum, not yet. that, he tells you, is going to happen around his cock.

he enters you, and you have to do everything you can not to scream from how goddamn good he feels inside of you. he had been tormenting you all day long, teasing and letting off, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear, and your horniness was absolutely unbearable. he kisses you hungrily as he thrusts into you, moaning in your mouth as you cry out against his own, his cock ramming repeatedly into your sweet spot.

“you feel so fucking good,” he says, your hands deep in his hair as he gropes desperately at your tits. “jesus christ, i can’t believe i deprived both of us all day. you fucking own me with this pussy, do you know that? really, you could make me do anything.”

and you fucking knew it, too. a few weeks later, to test his little theory, you brought up the idea of dominating him for a change. and guess what? he was absolutely, 100%, on board with the very idea, and gladly let you do it.

#i hope you like this!! i went this direction and I was like OH OKAY #*it went #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem reader

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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CHUBBY CHASER USHIJIMA PLEASE SUNNY I CAN'T. He sees you out in public and approaches you with his serious face and intimidating frame just to say "you are very beautiful" and offer to pay for whatever it is you're buying. Or if you're friends and mention your ex not being able to pick you up he's like "it would be very easy for me to lift you. Would you like me to?" and he just carries you around for a while until you stop being flustered and ask for him to put you down. He tries not to be pervy about it because he's a respectable young man but he really does go crazy for thigh highs. He daydreams about kissing the tops of them where your thighs pudge up from the band and feeling them press against his ears while he makes you squeal with his tongue. Your tummy is his favorite thing though, he'll stand behind you while you're doing stuff and just rest his hands on your cute tummy and knead it like a cat. Or use it as a pillow while you snuggle and lazily place kisses on it. Wahhh :((( -rosie

NAURRRR NONONO IM CREAMINGGGG 😭 you got me out here thinkin things and writin things :(

CW: chubby fem reader, mentions of body insecurities, male masturbation, smut, this got way too long im sorry sksksk

Omg b-but friend Ushijima 🥺 yall have known each other since high school when you were a manager for his volleyball team. He's always been blunt, telling you that your hair looks nice today or that you look very pretty in that dress, but you always brush it off bc that's just Wakatoshi! He's just bein nice, he's always such a gentleman :) you don't put much thought into his compliments bc he's your friend and you don't wanna ruin that. Besides, what would a big pro volleyball player like him want with a big gal like yourself? Regardless, you like Wakatoshi as a friend, you don't wanna ruin anything but trying to pursue a romantic relationship.

So you stay friends in college, hanging out when your schedules match, usually just chilling at your apartment. You play games or just watch tv, and you're so comfortable around him that you just wear whatever and don't think about the consequences bc it's just Ushi!! It's just your buddy, it's not weird if you walk around without a bra or underwear, wearing a tank top and itty bitty shorts in summer and thigh highs and big sweaters in the winter. You're just dressing comfy, aint nothin else to it

Oh. If only you knew. If only you knew how Ushijima felt and what those skimpy little casual outfits did to him :( he's a gentleman through and through, he was taught to respect women, but god does he wish he could be disrespectful with you :( sees you in the summer, watches your tits bounce as you walk, your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts, lewdly sucking a popsicle, not knowing how sexy you look :( then in winter when you where those goddamn thigh highs, the ones that look so soft and inviting, the ones he wants to slip his fingers under as he watches tv with you :( he has to put a pillow on his lap to hide his boner during those cold months :( oh god, but it's even worse when you steal his sweatshirts or hoodies and wear em, your chubby body still so tiny compared to his hulking frame, making you drown in the fabric. You look so cute and innocent, the sleeves falling past your hands, the hem of it stopping mid thigh, giving him the tiniest peek of your squished thighs in those pretty socks. He cant help but imagine you on your back, his old hoodie tucked over your breasts as he bucks into you, soft body jiggling with each thrust :( He may not be able to control himself, may have to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off real quick so he doesn't do something wrong and push your boundaries :(

Oh no, but what if it all comes to a head when you break up with your boyfriend :( Ushi comes over to comfort you and listen to you rant about how awful he was and how he never put your feelings first and he couldn't even lift you up—

"I could lift you up. It would be very easy for me. Would you like me to show you?"

And you're nervous and try to dissuade him but he's already standing and helping you up from the couch and suddenly he's scooping you up in his arms and carrying you like a princess 🥺 he's not even breaking a sweat, he's not straining or shaking at all, you're like a bag of feathers to him 🥺 oh god but now you can't stop thinkin bout how big and strong he is and how he's always so nice to you and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second :( gotta tell him to let you down quick or else you'll start moaning :(

It's not long after that when Ushijima asks you out and you're too infatuated with him to say no :( he treats you so much better than your ex, taking you to your favorite places, always putting your needs first, never pushing your boundaries :( such a gentleman, you just wanna thank him for always bein so sweet and takin care of you :( maybe it starts with just kisses but it quickly turns into heated makeout sessions and dry humping and shoving your hands down each other's pants to get each other off :( but he never pushes you to do anything you don't want. This relationship goes at your pace, the last thing he wants to do is rush you

Buuuut... you've never really considered yourself the patient type 👉👈 so you may go a bit fast and get him into bed as soo as possible and dear god, is he hung like a horse 💦 so long and thick, you didn't think you'd ever see such a big cock in real life. Wasn't this stuff reserved for porn and unrealistic dildos?? You're anxious to be filled but what if it's too big?? What if you can't even get the head in?? What if Ushijima is unsatisfied with you and leaves—

But all those worrisome thoughts leave your pretty head once he goes down on you, his head hidden under your skirt, hands squeezing at your sock covered thighs. He makes you cum twice on his tongue before he introduces his fingers, those thick digits scissoring inside you, helping your muscles expand and relax. You've soaked the sheets by the time he's done, and he hasn't even put his cock in you yet :( even with all that prepping, he still has to bully his cock inside, thumbing your clit to try and get you to relax so you stop squeezin him so hard, if you don't let up he's gonna cum with just a few thrusts :(

It takes some work but he finally gets his whole cock inside you 💦 he's so gentle, going slow, giving these long strokes, making sure you're ok :( god, you just want him to ruin you already!! You want him to fuck you like he means it!! You beg him sweetly to go faster, harder, you're a big girl you can take it, cmon 'toshi just let go and let me make you feel good 💕 you're such a vixen but he doesn't give in, keeping the same steady pace until you cum on his cock, forcing him over the edge as well.

And there's soooo much cum 😭 it can't even fit inside, spilling out as he's cumming. As he cleans you up, you wonder if it would stay inside better if your hips were tilted up... maybe with your legs back? A mating press perhaps?? Thoughts swirl through your head but it'll all have to wait till next time bc once Toshi has cleaned the two of you up and gets back in bed with you, he's out like a light sksksks

#ask #smut #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #chubby reader #fem reader #chubby fem reader #hi yes i got carried away my bad 🧍‍♀️#rosie 🥀#☀️ asks

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ladylooch · 8 months

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Woody taking his frustration out on you when he was scratched during playoffs but gives you the best aftercare

All I'm Seeing is Red- Miles Wood

A/N: Dang, I remember that game he played against the Rangers that got him sat. He played awful… just terrible. And then he got to sit and think about it for a long time 🙃 Thank you for your patience as I worked on getting this done. I acknowledge this took soooooo long! Wow! But it’s here now and I hope you love it!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: This is a lil rougher than I usually do. If that’s not your taste, skip this one 😘

“Fuck me!” Miles screams from the doorway.

“Yes, please?” You joke, leaning your head around the corner to where he is coming into the apartment. You were finishing up lunch for the two of you when you heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

He looks up at you, cheek bones cutting the air with his angry scowl. His blue eyes are a raging sea.

“Oh no.” You sigh, setting the plates down. “What’s up?” You walk right to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and waiting for him to speak.

“I’m scratched again. Fuck! I know I played like shit. Why can’t I have another chance?” You figured this was the problem. You run your hands along the deep groves of his back, attempting to soothe. He hates the comfort and pushes you away. You try not to take it personally. “I’m sick of being fucking bag skated. Goddamn quads are on fire every fucking day.”

“Oh no….” You trail off, following him and running your hands up his solid back muscles again. “I want your quads on fire because you’re fucking me.” Miles softens beneath your touch this time. Then he gradually turns. The desire in his eyes has you laughing, eyes closing when you realize you have awakened the beast.

“You’re gonna play again babe.” You encourage him before this takes a final turn. “I know it’s hard right now. But we’ll get through this.”

“I don’t wanna talk about that now.” His eyes are darkening, jaw tightening. Your lips part in desire as his fingers force your head back. His thumb plunges, without much warning, between those parted lips. You suck his appendage as he pushes down on your tongue. You collapse your cheeks around him and he groans, stepping closer again, tightening you to him. “How rough can I fuck you?” He asks as he pulls his shirt over his head

“As hard as you can. I trust you.” You say as you shed yours too.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I know what to say.”

“Scream it. I might not hear it. All I’m seeing is red…” He trails off as he grips your sweatpants, shoving them down your legs. “Bend over.” He encourages you backwards.

“Where?”

“Here.” He says as your butt gets to the back of the couch. You turn. His big hands grip your hips. You can hear him undoing his pants. Pleasure rolls in waves down your skin. You moan at the sound of his bottom clothes hitting the floor. A heavy breath drops your shoulders as he presses his palm down for you to go lower against the leather. You look back, barely able to see anything but his strong arm as he guides himself into your heat.

“Shit.” You moan as he rips himself into you. The fullness steals the breath from your lungs. It arches your back and dances your hair down your spine for him to grip. He wraps your strands around his fist then bucks deeper into you like he’s a bronco.

“Talk to me.” He snaps. “Tell me how good this is.”

“You fuck me so good.” You sprint out of the gate just like him. “I love your cock, baby.” You close your eyes, biting your lip at the sound of his moan behind you. The tension he walked in with is evaporating into pleasure with each pump into your tight heat. He releases a hip, slapping your ass hard, causing you to jolt. Greedy desire shoots out from the red mark he left, clutching your throat as your folds slicked more.

“Do you like when I fuck you rough?” He asks. "Like when I handle you like a doll?"

“Yes, baby.”

“Say my name.”

“Yes, Miles.” You moan loudly.

“That’s it. Let the world hear who make you feel this good.” He pulls your hair righter, wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you crudely arched.

“Oh my god.” You choke as his pounding increases. He presses a hand into your stomach until your knees buckle from the intensity. He holds you up, using his powerful thighs to take you to heaven. “Holy fuck!” You wail, head crashing back into his beefy shoulder. “Yes…” You trail off, panting heavily as your core contracts around his cock. He moans, then pulls from you abruptly. You whimper, wildly reaching for him as you convulse around nothing.

“Gonna cum if I feel any more of that.” He says, stuffing two fingers in for you to grip instead. It helps bring you down to a better place. He pumps in and out, gathering your wetness and using it to rub your clit to prepare for the next round. “And I need at least three more from you before that happens.”

“Three?” You groan. You’re already feeling spent from how fast this one came on. But gone is his disappointment and failure from earlier. You’ll gladly keep playing your part to make him feel better.

You stand to your full heigh, allowing Miles to guide you around to the front of the couch. He pushes you down. He climbs between your spread legs, guiding his still wet fingers to your clit and rubbing in rushed circles. You whimper and he moans into your mouth. His lips suck your tongue into his. The rest of your noises are left there as he slips two fingers inside your entrance. You’re so wet; he can’t wait anymore. He roughly pulls back to bury himself to the hilt again. Your body quivers at his sudden entrance this time. Fuck, you think. Maybe you shouldn’t like how rough he’s being, but you do. And you’re already calculating how to get it again.

He begins to move and you find yourself breathless for the second time at how good he feels inside of you. Your body stretches to accommodate him, turning your slight stitch into swells of pleasure. He’s so deep and hard, you feel him in your chest, squeezing the breath from your lungs in desperate moans.

“Wanna see you riding me to the next one.” He mumbles, tapping your ass.

He’s so chaotic, you can barely keep up with what you’re doing. Not that it matters. It’s clear he is using you for his own pleasure and distraction, but you’re benefiting more. He flips you both effortlessly, watching as you get situated over him, then drop down, stuffing his entire length into you in one swoop.

“Jesus.” He groans, running a hand over his face as the other guides your hip. You buck back on him in grinding motions, feeling each change in the angle of him into your stomach. Miles brings both hands to your hips, increasing the rhythm until he’s got you doing what he wants. Your breathing shorts out and a groan announces your next orgasm. Miles doesn’t let up. He keeps working you hard into him until you collapse down from your high.

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” He praises while sitting up, leaning forward to kiss your throat. His large hand gathers the tendrils of your hair, gripping them to tilt your head back towards the ceiling. You begin to bounce on him. His tongue falls out of his mouth, stroking your nipple with each up and down movement of your body. You grip the back of his neck, denting crescent moons into his skin. He reaches up for your throat, putting a bit of pressure there. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” You moan out in pleasure. “No more though.”

“Just this.” He confirms, beginning to thrust up to meet your bounces. You can feel your third orgasm rushing towards you. It’s more intense than the others and you start shivering above him. Miles bites his lips together, watching your face for the sign of full release. You crash into harsh, hot waves of ecstasy that shudder your entire body from head to toe. You grit your teeth at the intensity, then release to moan loudly when Miles slaps your ass hard.

“Miles!” You’re screaming now. Your body is utterly used and you whimper as he slows the tempo, knowing you need a small break. He hugs you to his chest, kissing along your cheek. His tongue licks at your jaw before he pulls away.

“You’re such a good girl for me today.” He stands up, moving you both from the couch and walking down the hall to the bedroom. “Need more space for what is next.” He says as he lays you on the comforter. He grips your hip, rolling you to your stomach and encouraging your hips up into the air. He presses down on your upper back, shoving your cheek into the soft fabric.

He knows this is your favorite.

“Your reward.” He murmurs, thrusting slowly into you. It’s tantalizingly slow, torturous, and at any moment, he’ll increase the tempo to a blinding speed that will have you trembling long after you both cum. But not yet. Right now, it’s gentle. The disgusting sound of your wetness fills the bedroom. “You hear how wet you are for me, beautiful girl? How soaked you’ve gotten from cumming so much.”

“Yeah.” You whine, eyebrows knitted together. You reach back, stretching your cheeks apart to help his thrusts.

“No.” He says, grabbing your hand and forcing it back to the bed. “I’ll take you how I want and no other way.” His words tickle your ear as he picks a faster tempo. His strength makes you submit. You can feel him pulse and thicken in you. You know he’s close. He loves to dominate you, taking you the way he wants, the way no one else gets you. He'll use his body to enclose you into him while he takes you as deep as you can handle.

His hand comes to the back of your neck, shoving you deeper into the mattress with his strong fingers.

“Oh god, right there.” You beg, focusing in on his staccato thrusts pushing you further up the bed. He stays consistent with that, moaning back to you at the way your inner walls hold his cock. “Yeah…” You whisper, then begin to pant heavy, practically wheezing as you turn your face into the mattress

“Holy fuck.” Miles yowls when your inner walls clench in preparation for your next orgasm. He doubles down hard, practically punching through your body with how hard he’s railing into you

Your hands wildly grip the comforter into your tight fists as you shutter stiffly, orgasming so hard you think you’re blacking out. Miles shouts as he fills you, jerky thrusts accompany his sexy groans as he finishes his own high.

One by one, Miles releases his fingers from the back of your neck. You lay motionless on the bed besides heavy breathing making your back rise and fall quickly. His fingers follow the knots of your spine, painstakingly slow. He pulls out of you then leans forward to press kisses along the long valley of your vertebrae.

“You okay, baby?” He asks when you continue not moving or speaking. He gives your pussy a gently stroke with his weeping tip, causing you to jolt. You still don’t answer. He rotates to see your face catching the soft grin stretching your lips apart. Your eyes open, locking with his as he leans down to kiss you.

“What does it say about me that I want to call the Devs and thank them for that?” He laughs, shaking his head.

“That my baby is a freak.” He brushes your hair off your cheek. “Wanna shower?” All you can do is nod.

Miles helps you off the bed. Your knees wobble, so you clutch his bicep for support. He can’t help but grin, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the bathroom. You lean against the wall as he turns the water on. He waits, letting the glass enclosure fill with steam before he leads you in with laced fingers.

He puts you in the warm water, then cups your cheeks in his big palms. His kisses are soft. They muse your lips with each press, trying to suck the puffiness from them that he made. You sigh into his mouth, letting your fingers trail up his abdomen to his big shoulders. You step backwards, letting him into the spray with you. He assaults your lips again, both of you tasting each other and water as the beads break between your mouthes.

“What shampoo are we using today?” He murmurs, gesturing to the three options you have. You grab the daily shampoo off the shelf and hand it to him. “Tell me when?” He squeezes the bottle. You let him get a half dollar size onto his palm then stop him.

He lathers it up in his large hands, then reaches for your scalp. Your eyes close at his gentleness. You love the way he takes care of you after playing rough. The way he turns a simple act into an intimate, one of a kind moment. It’s just shampoo. It’s just a shower. And yet with Miles, it’s always so much more than that.

“Step back and keep those beautiful eyes closed.” He insists. You do as you’re told. Miles helps the water rinse the suds from your hair, smoothing down the strands and fluffing them along your scalp to get everything out. “Now open your eyes and watch me kiss you.” He whispers against your lips. You obliged again, lips stretching into a grin. This is what he wanted. His tongue comes into your mouth, swirling against yours until you giggle. “Did I tell you I love you when I got home?”

“No, you just demanded I bend over.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better about telling you I love you before I split you open.”

You snicker then tell him you love him too.

“I know how you could make it up to me…”

“Hmm?” He asks, grabbing the conditioner. You take it from his hands knowing he has no idea how to do this part. He uses 2 in 1 Head and Shoulders. The concept of conditioner is foreign to this manly man.

“Be nice to yourself. This is hard enough without the negative self-talk.” He wasn’t expecting that and his eyebrows knit together in denial. He reaches for the conditioner bottle from you and puts it back on the shelf. “Promise me.” His blue eyes return to yours. “Otherwise I have to beat you up.” He snorts in shock, then giggles.

“Baby.”

“I’ll do it, Woody. I’ll punch you in the face if you’re mean to yourself.” You hold a fist up, jokingly pressing your knuckles to his jaw. “Take out the rest of your teeth too.” He turns his face, forcing your fingers open so he can kiss your palm. Then he guides your hand down to hold his thick ass cheek, bringing you into his wet body.

“Noted, boss.” You shake your head no.

“Miles, that’s not a promise.”

“I promise, baby.” He says, looking into your eyes. The sincerity you want is there now. You nod, then settle your cheek against his chest.

Two games later, Miles plays and scores a goal. The Devils decidedly beat the Hurricanes 8-3.

You’re not saying it’s because of you. But you’re also not saying it isn’t.

Some things are too perfect to only be a coincidence.

#Miles Wood X Reader #Miles Wood Fan Fiction #Miles Wood Smut #My writing #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #writing request

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May i request some... dirty hc's 🙈

Also, there is not enough fic about pixel joel :( When did you start getting into tlou?

oh em gee yes absolutely!!! i’ve been thinking about writing some nsfw hcs but js haven’t done it yet😭😭 also i’m so happy that people are actually sending requests, please do i’ll be happy to write whatever ya’ll want

and i completely agree that pixel joel has been neglected since the show came out:(( i randomly started playing pt1 during the summer of 2022, completely fell in love with it and have been a fan ever since<33

i hope i did some justice with this, not sure how it turned out but fingers crossed yk, ty again for the request<333 ok enough rambling

here are some more pre-outbreak!joel headcanons (but this time they’re 18+)

. ladies man through and fucking through, i’ll die on this hill if need be

. let’s be honest when ya’ll started dating you most probably ended up at one of each other’s houses after the third/fourth date. joel was dropping you off, being all gentlemanly and sweet as he is and what harm could a little kiss do right? one thing leads to another and he’s got you against the wall of the entrance hallway, hands lifting up your sundress as his fingers steadily pump in and out of your cunt (along with his tongue that slides across your swollen clit) and by the end of the night you’re both sweaty and panting on your bed when he slips out of you, pressing more sweet kisses to your lips

. i’d say young joel is kinkier and probably has a higher sex drive than post-outbreak!joel. just say the word and he’s down, whether it’s a quickie or if he can take his time with you, unless he’s tired after a long day at work which is when you’ll end up in between his legs on the floor in front of the couch sucking him off until he’s coming down your throat and grunting how you look “fuckin’ gorgeous with my cock in your mouth, baby” and “atta girl, just like that”

. doesn’t understand guys who don’t like eating pussy. what the fuck do you mean you don’t like eating your girl out??? joel would die a happy fuckin man in between your legs if he could, man can go to town for as long as you need (or as long as he wants to). loves seeing how you squirm and the little sounds you make when he’s making you feel good. he’ll have made you come three times when he looks up at you as you whine about how it’s too much. “c’mon sweets, you can give me one more, i know you can, hm?” he hums against your clit, his fingers knuckles deep inside your cunt as he curls them at that spot that makes you moan and tug on his hair. he just smiles, flattening his palm against your stomach to stop you from moving too much, “that’s my girl”

. loves seeing you suck him off. y’know what gets him coming in a few minutes? seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, your hands pumping the parts of him your mouth can’t reach and those goddamned doe eyes you give him as you blink through your eyelashes. it makes him lose the little self-respect he has and whimper as he’s coming down your throat

. apart from eating you out this man lives for thigh riding. loves holding your hips or waist as you rut against his jean-clad thigh, your head leaning into the crook of his neck as you whimper how you’re about to come. after you calm down he’ll usually curl one large hand around your hip and the squeeze the flesh of your thigh with the other, rocking you against his leg again and pressing sweet kisses to the side of your head. “that’s my good girl. made a fucking mess all over my pants. you wanna go again, pretty thing?”

i need to be sedated (or fucked by this man) thank u good night<33

#joelmiller #thelastofus #game joel miller #headcanons #smut #remastered joel my love

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I haven’t watched The Bear yet so I could be very wrong but Carmy seems like the type to like it when you talk back to him just a bit like it would grate his nerves but when you push he can push back until idk he ends up bending you over like “if you wanted me so bad you could have just said so” and I….I’m blaming you for making me thirst but goddamn I’m real excited to see the hype for real! 😌

OH YEAH

Naauurrr because I will inflict the Carmy thirst on everyone idgaf 🤪🤪

There's a lot of pushing and screaming until the breaking point in this show, and Carmy definitely participates in that looolll. And since he's the 1st chef and he gives out orders, he's always pushing to see how long someone will defy his authority. And you being a stubborn little shit, you just like riling him up

It all started in the morning, with you refusing to do the vegetable prep because you were too busy doing sauce prep. Carmy had already annoyed you beforehand, waking you up at 2 am because of his insomnia, so now you wanted to make him pay

"Ok then Chef, do a double prep!"

"Carmen you can clearly see that I can't do double prep right now!"

"Oh my god, just say Yes Chef, chef.?"

"Chef. I'm sorry, but I can't fucking double prep, Chef."

"Chef; stop giving me an attitude. We all have fucking work to do. Tina is doing a double prep too so I don't know why the fuck you can't do double prep!"

"Carmen just shut the fuck up and let me do my thing! Damm!"

Both of you go at it, all while cooking and prepping, until Sydney comes in to calm the whole situation down.

"I told y'all it wasn't a good idea to have an almost married couple in the kitchen, but of course, no one is gonna listen to good old Richie uh?"

You and your boyfriend groaned and said in unison: "fuck off Richie"

Later in the day, Carmen calls you in his office for a meeting, clearly annoyed with your antics. When you come in, you're greeted with the delicious sight of Carmy spread out on the chair, his fingers running across his thighs and through his hair.

"Babe. You know I'm busy, what's u-"

"Really, y/n, for the sake of all of us, stop trying to question everything I ask you to do. It completely breaks the dynamic of the day! You're here, giving me-"

"Oh fuck off Carmen! You knew damn well I couldn't double prep this morning! Those sauces take forever and I need to watch the temperature the whole time!Because the thing is, if I double prep, then I can't properly focus on the sauce, and if I dont then I ruin the sauce, and then, you're fucking rude to me cause *Oh my god chef, start over.*; like it wasn't the thing I was about to fucking do!"

Your voice pitched high, and your chest was heaving, and if he was being completely honest, Carmy's brain stopped working and he was thinking with his dick, which was straining against his jeans at the most inconvenient of times.

“Baby…”

“No no no Carmy, don’t baby me. You and your huge ego can go fuck each other because you don’t follow the rules of *no screaming* at me in the kitchen! You don’t! You just prance around cause you’re the owner of the place and you don’t have any consideration for anyone else than you and your dick and you seriously need to back off cause you’re embarr-“

He slowly got up, stalking you down and back you against the table.

“What else baby? Tell me more…”

You scoffed

“Oh you fucker. You’re getting one outta this huh? You dirty fuck! I’m trying to have a serious-

“More or so rambling, not very serious”

“A SERIOUS conversation with you, and you just wanna get your dick sucked!”

“Bae. Baby. Love of my life. I know that if I put my hands down your pants, you’d be fucking wet too. I know you get a ride outta this too, so don’t try me.”

His tattooed hand grabbed your neck, and a devilish grin formed on his face.

“Carmy… baby, we don’t have time for th-“

“Shhh, lemme make you feel good, ‘kay?”

You nodded sheepishly, biting your lip. He turned you around, so that your ass was against his hips.

“Fuck.. you drive me crazy Carmy…”

He kissed your neck, pulled your pants down, and took his dick out. He swiped the tip against your pussy, grinning when your juices were already glistening.

“Huh. You’re so wet, just like I thought. If you wanted me so bad you could’ve just said so… now try to be quiet baby cause I’m about to rock your shit…”

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EHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEH😈😈😈

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto concepts #carmen berzatto x reader #amalia 🥺🤎#thots 😈#asks

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Love To Hate You

Part 6

Pairings: Max Phillips x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.

Summary: You and Max have been working together for the last year and there is only one thing you have in common - you both hate each other! Now you are both in competition with each other for Ted’s job. Who will win? Who will lose? Will you both realise that’s there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Part 5

Co-written with @misspearly1

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Taking the key, he leads you towards the elevator pushing you inside once the doors open. He’s on you straight away, lips kissing the side of your neck - his teeth grazing your skin. Fuck! You’d let him bite you right now if he wanted.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes himself against you. The evidence of his desire - hard against your thigh. “Max…what’s gotten into you..” you practically moan. He pulls back - his eyes locked on yours and they’re almost black from lust. Obsidian. He seems nervous somehow. “Toots I…I lov…” The doors open and an elderly couple enter, smiling at you both. He pulls away a little but his hands never leave you - wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

What was he about to say? Was he going to tell me he loved me? The tension is palpable between you both, his hand moving to rub over your ass. The elevator doors open on your floor and he pulls you along to your room, fumbling with the keys as you kiss and nip at his neck. Once inside he closes the door swiftly - locking it before pushing you against it. A growl emanates from within him as you rub your hand along his growing bulge.

Every inch of your skin burned with the need to be touched by him. Your hands skimmed over his chest and into his hair, pulling gently. “Fuck toots, I need to taste you right fucking now..” A gasp escapes your lips as he grabs at your ass, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. With his vampire speed, he sheds both your clothes within the blink of an eye.

He stands there, his gaze fixed on your naked form - something predatory hidden beneath those dark pools. He steps between your legs, and kneels like a servant for his master. His hands trail up along your calves as he teases you. Lips skimming the inside of your thighs before his mouth finds your core.

Your back arches off the bed and your breath hitches as he works his tongue into you. “Oh Max…fuck…so good.” Your fingers brush through his hair and you grip it tight as your hips rock against his face. He licks and sucks and bites until you’re a complete mess, coming hard around nothing.

He looks up at you now through hooded eyes and a devilish smirk on his face. “Fucking love the taste of you toots.” His tongue licks around his lips as he moves up the bed - his body lying flush against yours. His eyes hold your gaze and something about this feels different. Like he’s trying to speak to you through his body, to tell you things that his words never will.

Without looking away he slowly pushed inside, your aching cunt stretching to accommodate his thick length. Oh! You both gasp and his hand reaches below your ass to move your leg over his waist. His movements are slow, languid and you can feel every ridge, every vein on his cock as he moves in and out of you. “Ugh fuck toots…so goddamn tight. Never wanna leave.”

Your hands trail along his back - nails digging into his skin as you feel your climax building. “Max…I wanna…you can… fuck…want you to bite me.” His movements stall as he takes in your face - looking for signs of any doubt. “Toots you don’t have…”

“I want you to…please?” He crashes his lips to yours as he picks up the pace, and you can feel that coil in your belly ready to snap. He pecks along the skin of your neck before a soft whisper into your skin reaches your ears. “Are you sure?” His hips continue their assault on your cunt and you cry out yes. When his teeth break through your skin your whole body is on fire and your orgasm crashes over you.

“Oh fuck…Max…oh god..” Your head falls back in ecstasy and you can feel him pulse inside you as he coats your womb with his seed. He finally pulls away, licking over the wound in your neck before his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. “Well fuck toots, that was amazing. You were amazing.”

“Don’t want this night to end.” You say between breathless giggles. “It’s been perfect - with you.”

“As you wish, baby.” Max growls, rolling over onto his back and pulling you with him, ready for round two, or three or maybe four. Kissing your lips passionately with each calculated roll of your hips, he mumbled into the kiss that you are his perfection.

You were sure he wanted to say that he loves you.

***

After a long weekend of fun - of Max fucking you every chance he could get - it was time to get back to work, back to normality, though things aren’t the same as before. Today, you and Max walk in together, his hand never leaving your ass, nor the deeply warm smile on his face as he gazes into your eyes in the elevator ride up to the office.

But, your battle for the job offer was still on - kindly reminded by Ted as he pulled you into his office the second you exited the elevator. “You have your presentation tomorrow. Have you got everything prepared to go up against Max?”

“I, um…” You faltered, couldn’t answer exactly as you had spent the weekend rolling around in the sheets with Max, not preparing for the presentation that you now don’t want to do anymore. Things have changed between you and him, not only are you both getting along now, really getting along actually, but your relationship with the vampire has blossomed into something special. This job offer isn’t important to you anymore. Max is.

“Y/N? Hello?” Ted called out your name during your silence, bringing you back to reality. Shaking your head, you say. “No. I haven’t done the presentation yet and I won’t be doing it either. Sorry to let you down, Ted.” As you turned to leave, the man leaned back into his chair, scratching the back of his head with confusion. It was only last week that you both were butting heads over this job offer and he wonders what’s changed.

Exiting Ted’s office, you had the idea of sharing the good news with Max in mind, but Elaine and Zabeth grabbed your attention first, wanting all of the details of how things played out at the wedding. They insisted that you share under the pretence of how happy and glowy you looked. “Something good happened, we can tell. How did it go?”

“You’re right, something did happen.” You beamed a bright smile to them both. “Max is what happened. He stood up to my dad and humiliated him, in front of everyone.”

Watching their expressions change with every detail you shared, minusing the intimate moments you had with Max, those are personal, Zabeth and Elaine were as overjoyed as you with how your weekend had played out. They had high hopes for Max when he came out with the truth and requested their help, and it looks like it paid off in the end because you literally couldn’t look any happier than what you are right now.

“Hm, I don’t know.” Zabeth playfully narrowed her eyes at you. “I feel like you’re leaving some things out.” You smirked, knowing exactly what she was implying and you simply replied with. “A lady never tells, Zabeth.”

Pulling away from the table that they had pulled you to, you told them that you’d talk more later before heading off to find Max. He was at his own desk before the girls sidetracked you to chat, but now the man stood in Ted’s office, probably telling him that the competition was off. However, to your surprise, you had caught the back end of their conversation as you moved over to sit down at your desk.

“I’ll have the presentation ready tomorrow.” Is what Max said to Ted and your heart sank to your stomach. “I’ve got her.” It appears that the competition is still on. You thought Max would feel the same way as you, that he didn’t want to go up against you anymore after all that has happened over this weekend alone.

Moreso, the attraction between you and Max had been brewing for a while, recent events acting as catalyst brought you together and made you realise how much you love him, but Max doesn’t love you, and that’s why he won’t say it, the guilt is probably too much. This whole time, he had been playing you. All of this was an act to get you to fall for him and forget about the job offer. Well if that’s how he wants to play this, you can play dirty too.

Part 7

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Max Phillips: @paulalikestuff @anaaaispunk @dins-cyare @almaeunice @readsalot73

#pedro pascal #max phillips x reader #max phillips x f!reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #max phillips x fem!reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #max phillips x female reader

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Be My Victim | Corinthian x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x Collector!Reader

They are looking for their next victim and pick out Corinthian. And oop he is also a serial killer. So instead if killing each other they decide to kill together and fuck afterwards 🍋

summary: you’d assumed that he was just another victim, but when he turns out to be just like you, you get a few ideas of what to do about the situation.

tws: rough oral sex, praise kink, blood, blowjobs, mentions of knife play, mentions of murder/violence, swearing

word count: 1053

MINORS DNI

It was all kind of a blur, really, one minute you had picked him out to be your next victim and to kill him the way you always did, but then he was suggesting killing together and suddenly you were on your knees before him with a grin on your lips; blood splattered on your skin and the stench of copper in the air as he leaned over just enough to hook his finger under your chin and grace his thumb along your bottom lip. He had suggested going somewhere more private, somewhere more secluded while you killed a victim together - the rush that that gave you was unlike no other, and you could feel your body ache and yearn for him, wanting nothing more than to feel his body on yours, than to get through all that excitement and to sweat. You wanted him to make you cry, to make you beg and plead. You were on your knees as you looked up at him, those dark sunglasses and that charming grin, that fucking irresistible American accent. He didn’t have a drop of blood on him except what was smeared on his lips. He was heavenly, angelic, so beautiful.

You stared at the Corinthian’s cock for a moment, damn near drooling just at the sight of it, so fucking hard and you knew that when he fucked your ass, he would stretch it and make you scream his name; you couldn’t fucking wait, if you were honest, and as you stared at it, your breath hitched in your throat, and you bit at the inside of your lip. “Can I suck it, Sir?”

He grumbled softly, adjusting his sunglasses like he was trying his best to keep them on, and he braced himself against the table, leaning back slightly as he nodded and growled your name under his breath. “You can suck it - take as much as you can, puppy, I don’t wanna hurt you. Yet.”

Yet. That sounded promising, the thought of being hurt by him, the thought of him making you cry out in pain as he fucked you, the thought of him using that knife on you, cutting your skin with ease as he promised you he would let you cum if you only let him cut your skin and lick the blood up; you couldn’t help the moan that left you as you took his cock in your mouth, and when he bucked his hips to force you to take it all, you couldn’t help but to roll your hips. You kept your hands on your thighs, not wanting to be naughty and to touch him when he hadn’t told you to, but goddamn, the way that he bucked his hips against your mouth as you did your best not to choke on him, it made your head spin. You needed him to fill your ass, you needed him to make you cry and to hurt you; you wanted it so badly, but fuck, the way his skin tasted and the way his precum tasted, the smell of his skin and the feel of his pubic hair against your nose as you bobbed your head and did your best not to moan softly at how he snapped his hips against you, in time with your movements, you didn’t want it to stop quite yet. The way your name spilled from his lips, a gruff and harsh prayer; yet he was the one in control as he leaned over and grabbed the back of your neck, forcing you to whimper softly as he fucked your mouth like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing to him. Blood smeared on his cock from your lips, but it only spurred him on as he made you take it all the way; if you gave three taps to his left thigh, he would stop completely, but you were at his utter mercy.

Being hurt sounded so promising, though, and as Corinthian forced you to take his cock in your mouth all the way, he couldn’t help but to fucking grin at how you moaned around it and rolled your hips like you were trying to hump the air. So fucking needy for him. “Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth… taking it like such a fucking good boy - don’t worry, when I fuck that pretty ass of yours, I’m gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop.”

You damn near howled around his cock, so fucking needy and so fucking desperate for him to give you all of that and more that you could hardly stomach it, but the taste of him on your tongue was too good to deny, too good to give up at all as you worked him as best as you could while he used your mouth as a fuck toy; you wanted him to use you like that, though, you wanted him to make you feel pain and to make you whimper and beg for him to make you cum until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. You wanted him to make it hurt. Your head was spinning as you kept bucking your hips against nothing, so desperate for something, anything, to rub against your hard cock that you even tried to fuck the air as you gripped your thighs and looked up at him; the fucking moan that left Corinthian when you looked up at those sunglasses, it was damn near sinful.

The snapping of Corinthian’s hips grew more sloppy, more harsh as he used your mouth to get himself off, his grip on the skin at the back of your neck getting so tight and so harsh that he knew there would be bruises all over you, but he didn’t care as he kept thrusting his hips until he suddenly stopped, growling your name through gritted teeth as he came in your mouth. He didn’t expect or even ask you to swallow, but when you did, he licked his lips, and when you pulled away, he pulled you up, and kissed you harshly; able to taste himself on your tongue as he moaned softly and brought his hand up to your throat, squeezing it.

“Bend over the fucking table,” he demanded. “And clean my knife.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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the little flashing red light

summary: bucky asks you to help him make a sex-tape for his twitter account.

pairing: roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count: 1,384 words

warnings: sex-tape, praise kink, degradation & mocking, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, bucky makes reader suck on his fingers, pet-names [sweets], slight orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, soft!bucky — 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

The little red button was hit, but no one had said action.

Each and every move was now being watched, like Jeremy Bentham's Panopticon, but you didn’t really know if you were being watched.

It didn't matter, though.

Bucky was standing in front of you, hands tracing every curve and dimple, practically worshipping the ground on.

After the favour you were doing? He fucking better.

His lips ran down your neck and up again until you could feel his warm breath against your ear lobe.

"Relax," he purred. "I’m gonna take care of you."

He always did, your roommate turned fuck buddy turned into something even you weren't sure what it was.

Now here you were, helping Bucky film a goddamn sex tape for his amateur Twitter porn account.

The thought alone sent a shiver up your spine, knowing that Bucky was putting it out there, that you were all his.

Bucky was the temptation you gave into, biting into the forbidden fruit and savouring every single bite.

Every touch. Every kiss. Every whisper of the things Bucky was going to do to you.

"S'just you and me, Sweets," he says with a subtle smirk.

He then placed a cool and firm palm to your chest, just above your breasts and pushed.

You fell, collapsing onto the bed. Naked and bouncing on the mattress as Bucky grabbing his phone and tossed it somewhere where the pillows lay.

It wasn't important right now.

Right now, Bucky was focused on the way you so easily submit to him,

"Fuck," he sucks in a harsh breath, "you make me so fucking hard."

This is where he picks up the phone, angling the camera right at your cunt as he smirks.

"Such a pretty pussy, baby. And it's all fucking mine, isn't it?" He taunts, gliding two thick metallic digits through your folds making you squirm.

He hums, "look at how we you are, bet you're aching for me."

You can do nothing but whine, nodding your head as he slowly teases your clit with the pad of his thumb.

"I gotta hear those magic words, Sweets." He eggs you on, "c'mon, I know you can use those big girl words of yours."

He knew what he was doing, knew exactly how to make you melt.

"Bucky, c'mon," you whimper, "please."

He looks at you, dark eyes are hungry and locked on your falling and rising chest.

"You can have my fingers," he coos, folding his body against yours.

"But you're gonna have to ride them if you wanna come." He purrs, nipping at your collarbone and straightening his spine as he continues to glide through your folds.

He gives you what you want, two thick fingers filling your cunt, but he doesn't move them. The camera is trained on them knuckle deep in you as you give him your best pout.

Bucky mocks your pout with a humourless chuckle, "those pretty little lips aren't gonna do anything but get me harder, baby."

You huff, he laughs.

"Get riding, Sweets. You're already soaking me, can feel how desperate you are.” He licks his lips, glued to the way your hips start to rotate.

And fuck does it feel good. Your skin feels hot, not like it's on fire, but like you've just stepped out of a hot and sticky summers day.

"Atta girl," he praises. "Oh that's a good girl, riding my fingers and getting herself off."

His praise does maybe a little too much as your hips stutter, needing more friction because you're simply greedy for more.

"Oh slow down there, pretty girl," he smirks mischievously, "we've only just begun."

"Bucky," you croak. "Please, just let me come."

You're certainly not above begging, not when you're already so close. Bucky had a soft spot to him sometimes, and you were determined to find it.

He sighs, "I'll let you come, but only 'cause you're so pretty when you do."

That was enough, Bucky's fingers curling deep inside of you as one final push off the edge before your legs are clamping around his arm as he attempts to hold them open with one arm.

Anything for that shot.

He doesn't speak, removing his fingers from your heat before tapping them against your bottom lip, "open."

It's a simple command, your lips wrapping around his digits as the camera is trained on just them.

Bucky finally has a change to wrap his hand around his own dick, squeezing and stroking himself to relieve some of the pressure from watching you come all over his hand.

"On your knees, Sweets." He then snaps, tugging you to the end of the bed by your ankle, "wanna see those lips wrapped 'round me cock."

Oh fuck.

You scramble, eager and tripping yourself before you're right in front of him.

"That's my girl," he purrs again, "you're such a good little fucktoy."

Degradation shouldn't turn you on, but the way Bucky makes you melt is unmatched as you stick your tongue out for him.

He’s grabbing the device from the sheets, pointing the camera as he leads his dick out against your flattened tongue.

“Shit,” he hisses as you wrap your lips around him.

The phone in his hand doesn’t distract you, instead, it spurs your on as you bat your eyes up at him and hollow your cheeks.

Bucky smirks, sucking in a harsh breath.

“Such a little tease,” he groans, his hand moving hair out of your face before gripping the back of your neck possessively.

You continue to work his cock, using your hands and mouth together as you coat him with your saliva and he can’t seem to pry his eyes off of you.

“You look s’good like this, Sweets. On your knees, eager to please me with my cock in your mouth.” He says, pulling out quickly as a small trail of saliva connects the two of you for a brief moment.

“But if I’m being honest,” he grips you, hoisting you onto the bed. “I’d much rather see you squirming under me.”

You let out a soft whimper at his words, crawling up the bed and watching as he positions his phone on his nightstand so it captures you both in the frame.

Once that’s done, he’s over you, caging your face between his forearms as he stops for a moment.

“You okay?” He whispers, gentle and soft eyes glazing over your face as he scans you for any signs of discomfort.

You smirks, looking up at him. “I’d be better if I was getting fucked by you.”

That’s all he needs, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in.

His body is shaking gently, a soft whimper escaping his lips once he slides into your warm core.

“Fuck.”

You remind yourself to get a copy of the video so you can hear Bucky say fuck like that over and over again.

He has you in a trance, captivating you with the way he moves his hips.

The bed rocks and squeaks, showing its age as Bucky licks his lips.

“Feel s’fuckin’ good,” he chokes out. “God, wanna stay buried ‘side of you forever.”

You think you’d be okay with that.

Crescent-shaped indents are left in his back, along with red streak marks as you claw and dig your fingers into his skin.

You’re trying to draw him closer, hearing his deep pants in your ear with the occasional nip to your skin.

“Come for me, Sweets.” Bucky is nearly begging you. “C’mon, pretty girl.” He coaxes you.

He snakes an arm between your bodies, fingers connecting with your clit as you let out a particularly high-pitched moan.

“Atta girl,” he really knew how to praise you, making you reel at his words.

“I know you wanna, so come for me. Make a mess and show me who I belong to.” He whispers low enough you know that the camera won’t be able to pick it up before you’re unravelling under him.

He holds you close, hips stuttering before he’s spilling inside of you, painting your walls with thick ropes of come.

You shudder, grabbing onto him before you’re both collapsed and exhausted.

Bucky turns to look at you, blowing a breath of air and chuckling.

“I think your pussy made me fall in love.”

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dr4cking · 3 years

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a Quickie, please?

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | kinda fluff |

a/n : i mean a quickie with draco could never gone wrong😼

"there you go! all done and ready to get those clients! you look so fricking good, babe" y/n said as she finishing one last step at her boyfriend's look.

he must look decent today even though he's already a good looking guy, but today was special. he has a meeting where he has to get his big clients to deal with his company.

"thank you, love, but only it's because of all of the work by your pretty hands" draco takes her hand on his and kissed it gently making y/n laughed at his little action.

"mhmm.. i wonder what these hands could do with another thing tho" draco winked at her seductively and leaned into her ear, whispering the words like it was an innocent thing to say, sending chills to her spine.

he brought her hand closer to his face, putting 2 of her fingers into his mouth sucking hardly causing her to moaned lowly.

"draco, get your shit together, you are all set i don't wanna redoing you" y/n pushes him away by his shoulder shaking her head in disagreement at his sudden mood.

"yeah but you look too hot to resist now, cant blame me." he pulls her waist closer to his, burying his face on her hair smelling her scent, and he let out a soft moan into her ear, teasing her.

his erection growing more painful as he thinks about the sinful things of what he could do to his girlfriend now.

"draco you-"

"dont act like you dont want it, love" draco starts to pressing wet kisses onto her jaw and neck, grinding his boner on her clothed cunt making her legs shuddered at the sensation.

"no draco, you will be late. it's important, you will not lose your client because you are too horny at this time" both of them chuckles at her words but draco still not letting her go.

"oh cmon baby, let's have a quickie. you know i need the ‘motivation’.. dont worry i will not messing my looks, i dont even have to take off my clothes, please i need to be inside you now"

y/n moaned at his last sentences and the feeling of his fingers now rubbing her sex, she gives him a little nod and pulls him closer to her by his tie.

"you better make this quick draco or you will get nothing at all" y/n grabbed his face and colliding their lips together, both groaning at the feeling.

"damn, yes ma'am" draco wasted no time and pick her up by her waist and throw her to the bed with him landing on top of her, he quickly takes off her shorts and underwear.

"hmm you already soaking wet, love, i’m pretty sure you said no earlier" he thrusts two digits into her pumping them a few times stretching her out a bit, y/n arched her back and bite down on her bottom lip to prevent any noises coming out of her mouth, but it was no use.

draco knelt in between her legs, he pulled down only his zipper on his trousers and pulling out his throbbing cock that already hard as a rock.

he lining up his cock on his girlfriend's entrance collecting her juices, he rubbed his red swollen tip on her clit making y/n squirmed.

"hurry draco!" she gets impatient as she takes a look at the clock hanging on the wall.

draco pumped his cock twice before starting to push in all the way inside her, he put his hand on her throat, gripping it and give it a light squeeze, choking her.

both of them were screaming each other’s name at the feeling of finally being connected in one. he starts to rock in and out of her, thrusting hard and deep.

"oh fuck baby, you're so goddamn tight.. wrapping my cock so fucking tight inside you"

draco placed one of her legs on his shoulder and began thrusting harder and rougher, the new angle somehow making him go deeper inside her, y/n is already a moaning mess under his thrusts.

"yes- oh my god dray.. you're fucking me so good, shit-" she cant even speak properly as her body keep bouncing up and down under him, draco leaned down to her and captures her lips on his, his hand still on her throat.

"holyfuck- princess, you feel so good, keep clenching around me like that and i wont last longer" draco let out a moan every time her walls keep clenching around his cock squeezing him tighter, he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure, his mouth shaped in 'o".

"yes yes! fuck- harder, please.." and draco granted her wish, snapping his hips harder on her leaving no space between their bodies.

he pushed her hips down with his other hand as y/n didnt stop moving, his rough thrust not only making her moving uncontrollably but the bed hit the walls repeatedly too.

draco knows he wont last longer as he feels the familiar feeling tighten in his stomach, he moved his hand down and circles her clit always wanting her to cum first. y/n moaned his name non stop at the double pleasure he gave her.

"cmon cum for me darling" with his permission, she moan his name out lou as she came hard around him, covering his cock in her juices.

draco look down at the way his cock still riding her high and he instantly spilled all of his white warm liquid inside his girlfriend at the sight.

he moans at his release, muffling his sounds by kissing her lips, and biting her bottom lip softly, he ride out his high before naturally pulling out, he smiles at y/n and thanking her.

"told you babe i can make it quick" draco said as he tuck his softening cock back in his trousers and pulled up the zipper back on.

he cleaned her up and putting her shorts on before sitting her up straightly.

y/n was wondering how can he not be messy at all like nothing had just happened. he literally just fucked her at animalistic pace few minutes ago.

"good. now go draco before you really gonna be late, make momma proud!" draco laughs at y/n before taking his bag and wand in his hand, apparating to his office.

lets just say, he got the deal.

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sobsicles · 3 years

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claire's not expecting them to be at the door. she blinks at the sight of four men all huddled on the stoop with flowers and what appears to be bags of food flowing from their arms. jack is peeking above a bouquet, beaming at her.

"who's at the door?!" jody calls from the kitchen, her voice muffled by the sound of grease popping and the clanking of pans and spatulas meeting over and over.

"god," claire calls back, because she likes to think she's funny.

there's a beat of silence, and then jody's sticking her head out the kitchen. the moment she sees them, she breaks out into a grin and saunters over, shoving the spatula in claire's hand as she chatters away.

"what's going on out there?" donna asks as claire escapes back to the kitchen to poke at food jody is apparently willing to burn just because the winchesters decided to show their faces today of all days.

"judgement day," claire says dryly.

donna shares a look with patience. "haven't we dealt with that already a few times?"

"only by association," claire admits, "but i wouldn't put it past them to bring it along with 'em now. the boys are here."

"oh, isn't that nice?" donna chirps, already popping up from her chair. "i didn't know they were stopping by today."

"wonder how sam's doing," patience agrees, wandering out the kitchen right along with donna. claire can hear everyone cracking up and talking in the living room.

trust the winchesters to shake things up just by showing up. can't have one goddamn day, can they? well, that's not true. in their case, as far as claire is concerned, they're shitty for showing up and shitty for not. someone has to knock 'em all down a peg or two, so she might as well be the one.

"what did that chicken ever do to you?" kaia asks teasingly as she sidles into the kitchen and stops by the stove, hip-checking claire out of the way to take over.

"the boys are here," claire informs her.

kaia raises her eyebrows. "like, the boys as in the winchesters, or is this a milkshake pun?"

"i can only be so gay, sweetheart," claire says, shooting her a flat look.

"raise the bar a little. could be gayer. you can always be gayer," kaia teases, reaching out to sneak her hand around claire's hip, her eyes bright with amusement.

"you know what? you're right," claire agrees and immediately tries to cop a feel while kaia laughs and dances out of range.

jack appears in the doorway. "hello," he says, whispering for some reason. "claire, i need your help."

"no," claire says, not even glancing at him. she continues to try and put her hand up kaia's shirt, just to see her laugh.

"can i borrow twenty dollars?" jack asks.

"no. aren't you god?"

"yes, but i don't get paid to be."

"well, sucks for you. borrow money from cas," claire mutters, settling in behind kaia as she focuses on the food on the stove, swatting lazily at claire's roaming hands.

"he'll just borrow money from dean."

"borrow from sam."

"he'll just borrow money from dean."

"borrow from—wait, why does it matter if it's from dean? just borrow from him."

jack huffs. "i can't. i need the money for dean. i have a card, and i read online it's customary to give money with a card. also, will you sign it?"

"you got dean a card?" claire asks, craning her head around to stare at jack skeptically.

"yes."

"don't tell me it's for what i think it is."

"mother's day," jack confirms unironically.

claire wheezes out a laugh. "oh my god."

"there's a pen in the catty on the fridge," kaia says, clearly amused.

"yeah. yeah, this is—yeah." claire chokes on more laughter and stumbles towards the group of pens in the magnet container on the fridge. she waggles her fingers at jack, clearing her throat, lips twitching. "hand it over, beanstalk. you're a fucking genius."

"oh! thank you," jack declares cheerfully, passing over the card. "so, can i borrow twenty dollars?"

"hell no," claire says. she braces the card against the fridge and swallows down a laugh. sam has already signed it. this just gets better and better. happy mother's day, old man, aka the secondary source of my mommy and daddy issues. you're going for gold with this double-whammy, she writes.

"but i need it," jack insists, staring at her with wide eyes.

claire shrugs. "tough break, kid. what, cas doesn't give you an allowance? is it just me, or are dads getting stricter these days?"

"i didn't think about it in advance," jack admits sadly. "i want to do it right for the holiday. it's mother's day, claire."

"i'm well aware. sorry to break it to you, kid, but last I checked, your mom's as dead as mine," claire tells him, her voice flat. he frowns and she forces herself not to feel bad. everything that sucks for him sucked for her first, so her sympathy levels are a little drained. "father's day will roll around eventually, and you've got a long line of those, so wait your turn."

"i've already done something for my mother today," jack says slowly, his eyebrows furrowed. "i visited her in heaven."

claire snorts derisively and passes the card back over. "must be nice."

"it was," jack agrees, completely missing the point. "i really can't borrow twenty dollars? i'll pay you back."

"nah," claire says. "who cares anyway? wait, why is dean the mom?"

"well, castiel is my father."

"ah, so it's about them having the hots for each other, then? really, kid, you coulda just made dean your step-dad."

jack blinks. "they have the...hots for each other? you mean sex. they have sex?"

"you know what?" claire points at him with her free hand. "i'm not gonna burst your bubble on that one. you've got enough issues on your own without wondering if mommy and daddy still have a spark, so I'm gonna leave that alone. i've got five dollars. take it or leave it."

"deal," jack says immediately.

money is exchanged, and jack looks like he's on cloud nine. claire's just stoked to see the expression on dean's face when he gets the card. it's a homemade card and everything, nothing like the two claire, kaia, patience, and alex got for jody and donna.

claire helps kaia finish up the chicken, which promptly gets set aside to wait on the rest of the food in the oven. sam wanders in at some point to drop off the food they brought. dessert, by the looks of it. pies and cakes that go in the fridge. it's kind of them, but claire would shoot herself in the foot before she ever admits it.

she lets kaia tug her into the living room where everyone is already at, rolling her eyes at how cheered everyone seems just because the winchesters happened to grace their doorstep. really, they all suck.

but also—and claire will never admit this, not even to save her own life—it's nice to see 'em again. it's nice that they've come to celebrate the day in jody and donna's name, giving them flowers and such. it's nice that they hang around for a bit and don't bring the world crashing down on everyone for the duration of their stay.

and, well, it's nice to see cas, too.

he perches up next to the couch that claire is squeezed on with alex, donna, kaia, and jack. kaia is practically in her lap, but claire is secretly glad for the excuse. while everyone talks and has conversations across one another, cas focuses entirely on her.

another thing claire will never admit is how reluctantly pleased by that she is. it warms her. stupidly, it turns soft and gooey in her chest that he automatically gives her his undivided attention over everyone else, even jack. but, then again, it's not cas' day, so she doesn't have to look too close to that feeling. it's mother's day, so it's not about him.

when the food is ready, they reconvene in the kitchen, and that's when they crack out the cards and gifts. claire is practically vibrating with laughter before jack has even brought his card out. before that, though, she smiles softly and strokes kaia's thigh under the table as jody and donna read their cards and chuckle at the messages, their gazes warm and their smiles sweet. they look happy. they deserve to be.

"okay, last one," claire announces, grinning at jack. she's starting to think she likes this kid if he's an agent of chaos like this.

and okay, maybe she hates him a little in abstract, but in detail, she finds that she does actually like him. you kinda just wanna put him in your pocket without meaning to, she's learned. there's too much to explore with the whole psuedo sibling thing and parents that aren't parents, as well as parents that are but didn't choose to be, only he did choose one of them, and it wasn't her. it's complicated, but underneath it all, there's a vibrant love there that she can't look directly at. sometimes, she despises that she's included in it; yet, just the same, she's thankful that she is.

"oh hell," dean mutters, swinging his gaze between alex and patience. "one of you...ya know? did we miss something?"

claire snorts.

"what? no," alex replies, grimacing. "i have no idea what claire's talking about. claire, what the hell are you talking about?"

"jack?" claire prompts in a wheeze.

"here you go," jack chirps, holding out the card to dean, beaming. "happy mother's day."

the expression on dean's face is somehow even better than claire imagined. she howls with laughter while sam buries his face in his hands, his shoulders jerking. cas squints at jack, and jody's eyebrows fly up at the same exact time that donna grins.

"is this a joke?" dean sputters.

"no, no, nope," claire chokes out, nearly fucking crying with laughter. "happy mother's day, dean."

"you gotta take it, man," sam agrees, clearing his throat and biting back a smile as he bobs his head dutifully towards the card.

dean fixes sam with a flat look and snatches the card. "you're all so fucking—sam, you signed it?!"

"happy mother's day," sam says, his mouth pinched, visibly trying not to laugh.

"do you like it?" jack asks earnestly. "i made the card, sam signed it first, and claire provided the money."

"i—" dean stares down at the card, then heaves a sigh and looks up at jack. it's clear to him that—out of everyone—jack is clearly taking this very seriously. he offers him a weak smile, then swallows. "yeah, s'great, kid. thank you. sam, you are dead to me. claire, i will be spending this on something you hate. cas, this is somehow your fault."

"yup, sounds like a mother to me," jody declares, holding up her beer with a smile.

"welcome to the club," donna agrees, holding hers up as well. "everyone else annoys the shit out of you, but you love 'em anyway."

dean sighs and clinks his beer to theirs.

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

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"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.

"His boys?" He answered.

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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I Long to Be

Pairing: Mr Freezy x hit woman!reader (kitten), Officer Bill x hit woman!reader (PG only for now)

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Your new dynamic has Bobby ready to explode.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, over the pants hand job, dry humping, mentions of oral and penetrative sex), emotional manipulation, reader is a massive bitch, slightly subby Bobby (what?!?!), cheating adjacent, domestic violence as foreplay, inappropriate behavior at a funeral, gossipy neighbors, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is mostly just setting the stage for the next arc I’m gonna do with our murderers but whoo boy are you sluts in for a treat! Sorry for inflicting the stache on you, but I’m just gonna lean into it.

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You moaned softly when Bobby pulled you back against his chest, the hand that wasn’t digging into your tit buried knuckle deep in your cunt from behind as he stroked your walls slowly.

“No marks.” You ordered when you felt his teeth scrape over your pulse, ignoring the snarl he shot you through the mirror before settling for licking a thick stripe up the side of your neck. “Don’t fucking pout at me, pretty sure even those dumb fucks out there would notice if I walked out there with a hickey. Control yourself.”

“You need to quit being a fucking bitch.” He growled when you squeezed his cock before starting to stroke it through his slacks again. “It’s been five days, if I don’t feel that warm snatch wrapped around me soon, I’m gonna fucking kill someone.”

“Then you’ll just have to wait even longer, Bobby. I told you, we’re gonna drill some fucking self control into you.” You rolled your hips into his hand when his palm ground into your clit, dropping your head back against his shoulder and purring when you felt his cock throbbing under your palm. “Plus, I’m still pissed at you for the unbelievable pile of bull shit I had to dig you out of.”

“But… fuck, kitten.” He buried his face in your hair to cover his groan when you squeezed him again, bucking his hips into your grip and tugging softly at your nipple as you brought him towards his peak. “I fucking need it. You can just suck on the tip a little, just tide me over, I’m fucking dying.”

“You’re fucking dramatic, I’m still letting you come, so quit being a bitch.” You felt warmth bloom under your hand and smirked at him, your pussy sucking on his fingers as he started fucking them into you harder until you came with a broken sob.

“You goddamn cunt.” He looked furious when you pulled away from him, growling when you wrenched out of his grip to straighten your dress out. “I swear to god, you keep fucking holding out on me and I’m gonna split you in half in front of those cunts until you’re bleeding and begging me to stop.”

“No you’re not.” You shoved your tits back into your dress and did up the buttons. “You’re gonna play the grieving husband and father for as long as I tell you, and once I feel like the fucking heat has died down enough, maybe then you can get your dick wet. But until that happens, you’ll just have to settle for hands and dry humping. Now shut up and try to look wrecked.”

He didn’t have to try, he was wrecked. Dealing with your constant teasing without being able to actually fuck you had him feeling like his nerves were frayed to the limit, and topping that off with having to play the tormented widower was testing the self control you were adamant he exercise. There hadn’t even been any jobs for him to redirect his pent up rage, so he was stuck settling for furiously jerking himself every night as he longed for your perfect, warm cunt.

You gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before opening the door and heading back out to the wake, not bothering to fix your face as it fit the narrative that Bobby had been comforting you while you cried yourself out. With how haggard he was, your stupid cunt neighbors had no problem accepting when you told them that you and Bobby had been supporting each other through this tough time.

Bobby’s jaw was clenched tight as he stood at the edge of his living room, barely paying attention to the twats who kept coming up to him to tell him how sorry they were for his loss while he watched you act like the perfect grieving friend. You shot him a glare when he tried to move closer to you, hiding your smirk behind your drink and leaning against the wall when he accepted another unwanted embrace like a good little widower.

“Hi, Suzy?” You had to act quick to school your face when you turned and found the fucking cop who had flirted with you at the damn crime scene standing there, you had not expected to see him again.

“Officer Bill!” You caught Bobby start out of the corner of your eye, shooting him a glance to settle him before turning back to your surprising visitor. “Robert’s just over there, did you need to talk to him about something? I thought everything was closed.”

“It is, and please just call me Bill.” He gave you a nervous smile and stepped a little closer to you, fidgeting with his hands as he struggled with what to say to you. “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I know these things tend to put all the focus on the family but I wanted to make sure you were ok? Since she was your best friend, I’m sure things are hard.”

Oh shit. Your flirting had worked a little too well, this boy was sweet on you. It took some doing for you to fight the pleased smile that tried to spread across your face, especially when you caught Bobby glaring at you over the cop’s shoulder when the man reached and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s been so hard.” You gave a small sob and could have laughed when he drew you into his chest, burying your face in the warm planes of muscle as he did his best to comfort you. “I feel so alone now. I’d usually talk to Mary about this, but now I have no one. Maybe I could talk to Robert but he’s suffering so much worse than me, I don’t want to burden him any more.”

“God, you’re so sweet, honey.” You managed to disguise your snort as another sob, pressing your body close to his and trying not to grin when he settled his hands at the small of your back, “You can talk to me, Suzy.”

“Bill, you just met me.” This was working out great for you; a dumb cop who was already wrapped around your finger and a new way to piss off Bobby, what could be better? “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Baby, no, never.” He gave you a soft smile when you lifted your head to meet his gaze, cupping your face in one massive palm and gently brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheek in an effort to soothe you. “I just wanna help, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, ok?”

“Okay.” You leaned into his cheek and sighed softly as you batted your eyelashes at him, it had been a while since you had played this game, but seems like you were still a fucking pro. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, darlin’.” You let him give your waist a squeeze before stepping back, your eyes finding Bobby’s and narrowing at the look of unbridled rage you found there until he was cowed. “There’s a little bakery near here if you wanna have some privacy.”

He nodded towards the gaggle of housewives that was watching you with interest while the rest of your neighbors started filtering home and you sighed, accepting his hand and letting him lead you towards the front door while you gave Bobby one more warning glance to keep him from doing something stupid. As soon as the door closed behind you the busybodies went crazy, whisper shouting at each other as they tried to keep some semblance of decorum while they packed up all the leftovers and helped Bobby clean up, or rather, did all the cleaning while Bobby started downing scorch like it was his job.

Thirty minutes later and he was finally alone, exhausted from all the unwanted hugs and sympathies he had to endure and wanting nothing more than to lose himself in you. But he couldn’t because you were still out with that fucking cop. He sulked in the chair at the front window, watching your house as he slowly drained the bottle of scotch and tried to keep himself from imagining what you might be doing with that fucker.

By the time the bastard’s car finally pulled up in front of your house an hour later, the bottle was empty, Bobby wallowing in a pool of self pity that he never would have admitted to and growling when he watched the officer help you out of the car and lead you to your front door with an arm around your waist. When he watched him give you a peck on the cheek he almost lost it, dropping the bottle and cursing when he heard it smash against the floor. At least you didn’t invite him inside, sending him on his way with a little wave before strolling into your house without a second glance.

Bobby waited a few minutes after the cocksucker pulled away before storming over to your place, barely keeping himself together until he was able to knock on your front door.

“Hey there, Bobby.” You gave him a wicked grin when you opened the door, stepping aside and letting him in.

“The fucking cop?” He was itching to slap you, or maybe choke you, he was absolutely furious.

“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.” You shoved him a little and snorted when he stumbled slightly. “Drunk again. What the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me.” He was so drunk he didn’t even care anymore, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging your face to his until his lips were devouring yours.

“Jesus, did I fucking break you, Bobby?” You chuckled when he growled in response and shoved you against the wall, grinding his hardened cock into your hip as he tried to wrap his hands around your throat. “No fucking marks! God, still haven’t learned, have you?”

Your slap sent him reeling, the only thing that kept him upright being your tight grip on his collar as you watched him with mock concern. He tried to snarl at you when you gripped his jaw in one hand, shaking his head with a demeaning tut before leaning forward to bite at his lips.

“You need to dump that fucking cop, kitten.” He purred into your mouth when you wound one leg around his hip and dragged him into you, letting him rock against you slowly with a low moan as his dick twitched in his pants.

“And you still need to fucking control yourself, instead of charging over to your single neighbor’s house like a bat out of hell right after your wife’s funeral when you know every fucking busybody in the neighborhood is gonna be watching us like a bunch of hawks.” You let him lift your other leg to wrap around him, pressing you into the wall and moaning into your neck as he ground right against your clit. “I’ll make you a deal Bobby; you manage to keep that temper of yours reined in and the neighbors off our backs for a whole month while I make that sweet, dumb cop fall in love with me, and I’ll let you do whatever he does to me, so you don’t combust.”

“You’re such a bitch.” His breath against your neck was desperate, the rhythm of his hips writhing against you growing frantic as you both neared your ends. “You let him fuck you and I don’t care, kitten, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Aww, don’t worry baby, it’ll just be the tip.” You laughed when he snarled into your throat, forcing himself to pull back before he sank his teeth into you so you didn’t decide to torture him even more. “Look at you being so good, and I didn’t even mention your reward.”

“What is it?” Christ, you were just whipping men left and right today.

“Once I get that moron to give me his whole heart, I’ll let you help me break it.” He hit you at the perfect angle and you shuddered with bliss, your release soaking the front of his slacks as his own filled his briefs. “But in a way that keeps him wrapped around my little finger so we can use him if we need to.”

“Ugh, fuck. Fine.” He sighed defeatedly into your neck. “But if I haven’t had my dick sucked once by this time in two weeks, I’m getting a fucking toy.”

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