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baeklination · 2 years

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WS: The Light of Night pt.2

Date: 220728

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, sucking, fucking, eating out, anal, voyeurism, exhib., bit of dirty talk, gen. expl. lang.

Pairing: Byun (Baekhyun) x F. Reader

WC: 7,4k

NOTE: Like the other two (The Light of Night pt.1 and the deleted scenes for pt.1) he's a bit heavy on the dom. Heads Up: last scene is a bit rough.

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Even though the sapphire earrings are your favourites, you still can’t look at them without getting an uneasy feeling in your gut, remembering the day you last wore them. Much like now you were getting ready for a party…

…It doesn’t matter that it’s been months since you parted ways with Dr. Byun - so often when you open any drawer in your dressing room you think about his gift, hidden furthest back in one of them. The chance encounter during your holiday had opened up a window that wouldn’t close once back to daily life so every time Andilet announced he was going on an overnight trip your heart would jump, longing to do what Byun had said: use the replica and think about him. You could hear his voice in your head, feel his touch and see him pleasing you in front of the mirror exactly like the first time. With so much craving and arousal you’d lay on the bed, touch every part of your naked body and roll your hips up to meet the pumping, imagining it was his cock. But without Byun to reassure you that indulging in your carnal desires was not only normal but good, a whisper of shame would always creep in after you made yourself come and you’d hide the replica, almost pretending nothing had happened.

But little by little a thought had begun to stew in your mind: “What if Andilet is like this too? That he wants things but he’s afraid to talk about them, what then?” Because he isn’t cruel or unlikeable - maybe a tad boring - but if he opened up… It would be your world where no one would judge you.

So, encouraged by the glass of champagne you had while dressing, you put your favourite earrings on for good luck and go to his rooms.

“Darling…”, he says when he sees you in the doorway, putting down his comb on the dresser table. “Absolutely ravishing..!”

It’s not a lie that he makes you smile; his compliments are always kind and true, the type you never got before meeting him, but you haven’t come to act coy. When you kneel in front of him he looks surprised, raising his brows; when you slide your hands up his thighs he grabs them.

“Darling..?”

“It’s okay, Andi. Let me”, you nod and reach for the trouser buttons. “You’ll-”

“What’s gotten into you?”, he gasps, rushing to his feet. “It’s bestial!”

Suddenly you’re so small where you sit on the floor against his tall figure, having your sexual advances and preferences thrown in your face.

“I thought you would like it if I tried…”

“What kind of a man would I be if I wanted you to degrade yourself like that?”

You can’t look him in the eye when he props you up, it’s unbearable. What for him is caring and gentlemanlike behaviour shames you - he’s glinted your true colours and found them disgusting.

“I don’t want you to behave so lecherously again, do you hear me?” Seeing the headlights from the car he clears his throat and pulls at his jacket. “The car’s here. Let’s… You must’ve had that champagne on an empty stomach, it’s alright darling. Let’s not talk about this again.”...

…So diamonds it is.

“Darling..?”, you hear him calling from outside.

Slipping your gloves on, gulping down the last bubbles in one go, you jokingly pose in the doorway. Andilet sighs in amusement, shaking his head.

“A mirage…”

“Have you seen Ms. Lowell?”

“Just look in the direction of the swarm”, Mrs. Dolan smirks, lazily gesturing up the staircase.

As soon as you turn away from her you grit your teeth.

“Sow…”

“Oh, don’t be crass”, Mr. Andilet implores.

“You know I’m right. Had she still been unmarried I would’ve been able to feel the sweat from her hands through my glove with all these bachelors around…”

“What would mother and father say if they heard you talking like this?”, he sighs and holds his arm out as you come to the stairs.

Linking your arm with his you shake your head, but the look in his eyes says this is one of the times he enjoys that “fiery nature” of yours so you give him a smile. When the grand hall comes into view you’re even less sympathetic to Mrs. Dolan’s words since there seems to be swarms everywhere - and why wouldn’t there be at an event like this - but scanning the room you see one particular spot where an impressive amount of ladies seems to have gathered and true enough recognize Laura’s bobbing head amongst them.

The closer you get the more intrigued you are by the source of the women’s constant giggles and gasping, wondering if they’ve invited one of those card magicians again.

“Laur-”

Your hand falls on her shoulder, but your eyes are fixed beyond her face, on the sofa - Dr. Byun. He turns towards you just as Laura embraces you, but makes no indication of you being a familiar face other than from previous travels. In fact, when he gets up his bright expression is aimed at Andilet, who seems equally surprised as you.

“Oh, fancy meeting you here, doctor..!”, he exclaims and takes his hand. “Have you taken up residence in town? Darling, you remember Doctor Byun?”

Laura can’t hide her curiosity when he takes you by the hand and places a kiss on it like a true gentleman, softly saying your name.

“Doctor. So, is it true what Mr. Andilet thinks?”

“Unfortunately not, Miss. I’m merely accompanying Mr. and Mrs. Wilson on their travels. I’m sure you know them?”

As custom dictates his attention shifts to Andilet and good thing it is, because the way your heart is beating you’re not focusing on anyone’s words. Swapping his ever beige wardrobe with the white tie tailcoat and classic side part, Byun looks decisively debonair - if his lips hadn’t seared through the silk of your glove you’d hardly know it was him.

“They seem to like you…”, you muse a tad sourly as Byun joins you at the grazing table.

“You already knew that. Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be?”

“Have you missed me?”

“Why would I?”

Cocking his head he rolls his tongue in his mouth:

“So you two are having fun these days..?”

The fork clinks against the plate when you lose your grip.

“You might not care about your standing here in town, but I care about mine, so please act accordingly.”

“Accordingly? You’re the one throwing cutlery about, Miss…”

His cheeky, taunting tone is utterly vexing - if the fork was still in your hand you might’ve jabbed it through his.

“You’re not here as our physician so it’s highly irregular for you to approach me so carelessly.”

Your words and tone are overly curt, but protecting yourself is a knee jerk reaction. Either way he doesn’t seem fazed as he takes a sip of his brandy.

“You know you turn me on when you talk like that… But sure, I’ll go.”

You know exactly what he’s doing, making sure to be facing your direction during his conversation, excusing himself when you catch his eye, making sure you see him walking up the stairs to the living quarters.

His eyes are fixed on the door - he knew you’d follow him. You’ve been alone with him so many times, yet your heart seems to beat out of your chest with nerves when you quietly close the door.

“I’m not doing it here.”

“You haven’t changed… Defiant. And afraid.”

Neither has he; irksome, but correct. When you come within reach he doesn’t kiss you first, but slides his hands down your backside and pushes you against his crotch, tipping his head to look you in the eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I wasn’t going to. Nah-ah, it’s gonna be you and me, clocks facing the wall… So, has your relationship…evolved?”

“We’re not married, if that’s-”

“You know what I mean.”

His directness catches you off-guard the same as always but this time it’s different; he went on to have anyone he wanted while you…

“I… No.”

“He’s a fool”, Byun snorts. “Look…”

Opening the buttons on his trousers and pulling on the elastic of his underwear he straightens up his cock. Seeing him so proud of his voracity is a turn on and relief - someone who speaks the same language as you.

“You haven’t looked at my cock like that since the first night you saw it”, he whispers, touching your mouth. “You’re quivering. Do you want a taste..?”

You nod without a thought of playing hard to get and go to your knees when he shoves his clothes lower. Opening your mouth as he steers himself down you first feel the smooth, rounded head slide past your lips, then the hardened length of him stretching across your tongue. Catharsis. He puts one hand against the wall, the other on the side of your head and slowly thrusts.

“Mh, you’re so hungry…”, he whispers stickily, elated about being back.

He’s right. You’d let him fuck you until you choked, let him press his cock so deep you wouldn’t have to swallow when his cum sprayed down your throat - but he doesn’t. It’s too short, but long enough to leave no doubt about whether you’ll see him again or not and you’re not alone in regretting the end; after putting his trousers back on he presses his cock.

“When can you get away?”

Even though things were much more convenient with Doctor Byun living across the lawn, the risk of being caught in a compromising situation is greatly reduced by him having his living quarters some ways away and better yet; completely detached from the Wilson’s main residence.

Not even four breaths pass between your knocking and the turning of the locks to show Byun in a woven robe; pushing the door open, he lifts his arm for you to walk underneath.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a footman..?”, you say, taking off your coat.

He takes it, almost brusquely, and throws it on the settee behind you.

“Get your tail up to my bedroom and undress.”

He leaves no room for protest - this is what you’ve longed for.

There seems to be two personalities occupying the room; the owner's neat, up-to-date style and Doctor Byun’s messy, clothes-strewn-about one, but with his footsteps creaking on the stairs behind it’s not the time to get a closer look. Shimmying your clothes off you throw them to the side, matching the concept, and lie down on your side. When he comes into view his face isn’t what you notice. On the way up he’s opened the belt of his robe letting his naked skin show through the parting and with it, his cock. He nonchalantly shrugs it off his shoulders and gets on by the foot of the bed. Much like the first time he doesn’t say anything; crawling his way up, he raises your leg and bends down between them. His mouth is supple against your clit, but as he keeps sucking he, little by little, nudges the sensation closer to pain - you hold your breath, touch your breast - then he releases it. Watching you, he gives it a few soothing licks before burying his face.

“Mmm…shh, ah…” He groans wetly, savouring every centimeter of your pussy. “My candy store…”

Scarcely breathing, hand softly gripping the inside of your thigh, you watch him between your legs and allow yourself to be aroused by your own body.

Before you know it you’ve gone from barely moving to decisively keeping his head in place while bucking - fucking his mouth. He takes it with as much gluttony as the first time he was there, mumbling with a voice thick with lust.

“Fuck me…”, he encourages you. “Fuck me.”

His mouth is a godsend bringing you to seventh heaven even when he hardly has time to make the choice between licking, sucking and kissing; it’s all a glorious, bestial, mess. Putting his palm on your thigh he stays your movement and moves back, breathing darkly. He only stops for a moment then moves back in, flicking his pointed tongue across your entrance then dips it in and wiggles, ending with two lapping kisses.

Swiping the back of his hand across his mouth he does a semi job of wiping it dry as he climbs up, pulling you on top of him. Holding your head between his hands he goes straight in for the wet kiss, stating dominance as well as greed with his feral breathing. You’re not as sensitive as to move away anymore but instead find pleasure in the grime of everything mixing. Well aware, Byun lets go and slides his hands down your back to your butt, slightly spreading them; his length nudges just next to your entrance two-three times but then dips in.

“Oh…”, you stutter at the feel of his full cock squeezing in, making room for itself.

“You haven't been fucked good in a while…"

Smoothly as a pendulum he rounds his pelvis upwards, faintly sucking air through his teeth, exhaling with a breathy moan.

When his suspended, muted expression of lust becomes overwhelming you look above his head, but he moves his hands up to your waist and side of the neck, silently demanding you hold his gaze because - like he once said - “giving in isn’t about loud and hard, it’s about daring to enjoy”. Each slow thrust goes deeper than the previous giving away his heightening arousal and dispersing of his patience until he groans and starts clapclap-ing his cock into you; tightens his grip, juting his jaw, he fucks harder, forcing you to push back your body.

“Your pussy’s back where it belongs…”

As if now fully geared up he slides out and positions you to the side; slipping one arm around your neck, the other yanks you tightly against his crotch where he finds your entrance again. You moan and automatically lift your leg which he takes, holding as he energetically slides his cock in and out.

“You really like this big cock, don’t you?”, he drips into your neck and snaps his hips with a grunt. When you yelp he hushes you and thrusts again.“Take it…. Mh.”

Intentional or not, his punishing rams steadily lose force but gain speed - chasing. When he pulls your neck even closer his voice is low, strict:

“Do you want my cum?”

“...Yes…”

He digs into your thigh and groans, panting:

“Here…ah, chh……ahh…”, roughly thrusting to the beat of his grunts.

“Did you go with any of them from party?”

“Will you leave if I say yes?”

“No. I was just curious.”

“Oh, I know you can be a curious little cat”, he says, swatting your butt.

“I assume you mean-”

“Of course I mean your window peeping.”

“I remember you asking me to look.”

“And I remember you looking without me asking…”

“I was just getting something in my room and there you were.”

“Did you always like to watch?”

“No. I’ve never seen anyone before.”

“No..? Do you think you’d like it if you did, other than me, I mean?”

“I haven’t thought about it… It’s not as if I’d walk up to some strangers window and-”

“If they knew?” Seeing your state of confusion, he continues “Do you know The Aurora?”

“Green lights in the sky…”

He laughs and shifts his body, making room for his growing cock.

“No, the. It’s a club. People like me - like you - go there to, um…show off.”

“You’re playing with me…”

“We could be lying like this and no one would think twice about it. Over there”, he says, pointing to his desk “...a woman could be bent over, taking it from her man… Someone over there, touching herself.”

You don’t know if you can believe what he’s saying, but considering other things he knows it’s most likely true - and exhilarating in a way that goes beyond bedchamber fellatio; this, as he describes it, is truly debauched. When he puts his hand under your belly button you expect him to slide it down, but he instead puts you on the spot:

“Have you ever masturbated in front of a man?”

The word alone makes your skin prickle, how could you?

Rolling you over with his weight he pushes his mouth onto yours, licking your tongue as he puts his hand between your legs. He doesn’t rub or press, merely lets it rest there.

“Do it for me.”

When you fail to answer he lifts his head and faintly nods then goes to one of his closets and comes back with a handkerchief dangling between his fingers.

“Have you done it?”

“If you worked up the courage to ask, I'd do it…You do it when you’re alone, don’t you?” He smirks and gently ties it around your head. “So pretend I’m not here.”

How many times haven’t you fantasized about this; touching yourself in front of him, making his cock twitch with yearning when he sees how wet you’ve made yourself? “Pretend you’re back home”, you tell yourself. “...that you’re doing what you always do”, so you scoot back and lay down on the propped up pillows, hoping it’s only with a hair's breadth he can see between your folded legs.

Your nipples are already stiff when you run your hands over your breasts. It’s both scary and exciting knowing he’s not doing anything except watching, but the blindfold helps in relaxing you. Putting some saliva on your fingertip you then use it as you stroke your nipple - a low groan vibrates in Byun’s throat.

His approval encourages you; in slow-motion you spread your legs wide. Pressing your breast together, massaging them, you roll your pelvis, imagining what it would feel like if he pressed himself in. You slide both hands down and caress your thigh and the edge of your pussy, biting your lip while teasing yourself - teasing him - then move a finger to your entrance. You’re wet.

Knowing your indulgence turns him on, you promised yourself you’d be brave and say something dirty, so you moan stickily, lightly dipping two fingertips inside.

“I need a cock…”

Byun puts his hand on your ankle, stroking with his thumb.

“Mm, you need a good cock like mine…Push them in…”

You do what he asks, letting your fingers slowly sink in to be covered before you pump. Just like at home you press your head back and fall into the moment but this time you dare speak out loud.

“Oh…Byun…”, you whisper airily, revelling in the pleasure inside. “...Byun…”

The grip around your leg tightens when you say his name.

You spread your fingers, making sure he sees the strands of fluid on them before putting them to your clit; slowly sliding up and down, the indescribable stir makes your chest rise high. If you’d been alone you wouldn’t have stopped yourself from coming right now, but you pump in, gathering more juice, before continuing. Flicking back and forth just above your entrance creates a tacky sound - one Byun thrives on; sucking in air, groaning. You imagine him holding himself in a firm grip, unhurriedly pumping - coaxing more blood into his already stiff cock.

“Mmm, rub that pussy for me…”

His words control your fingers - moving to flick your soft clit you feel the tension in your body in an instant. Your mouth falls open with a whine.

The bed shifts, Byun’s fingers press into you.

“Ah!”

As his knuckles beat on your entrance you feel yourself drenching him inside. Frenziedly rubbing, letting the lustfully obscene dominate, you dig your heels in the mattress as your orgasm overflows-

“Good girl”, he breathes, pumping into your jerking body. “Good girl.”

When you relax back down he slides his wet fingers past your clit to cup your face.

“Perfect”, he says, then you feel his juicy lips over yours. “Mm, if you could see how hard I am.”

He takes your hand when you reach to pull the blindfold down and by the touch of his arm you can tell he’s sat down beside you. Playing with the hair in your neck he lets you - somewhat - catch your breath, then guides you head downwards. Not being able to see isn’t much of a hindrance since you have an inkling about where he’s leading you, and when you feel his cock against your lips you’re proven right.

Without hesitation you open up and let your mouth glide down. Whether it’s from his orgasm or new you don’t know but he has a distinct taste and smell of sweet semen.

“Ah… Here’s the cock you wanted…”, he says huskily, stroking your back. “Oh, that’s it…”

And it is the cock you wanted. Apart from the fleeting moment at the party the other night this is the first time you’ve had him - anyone - in your mouth in months so you’re ready to have your fill. He likes it when you take him as deep as you can, likes it when you with thirst focus on the head, but most of all he likes it when you drive your hand up and down, matching how you work your mouth. Drawing air through his teeth, he exhales, drooling:

“Mm, suck me good like that…”

He’s tight and so hard in your mouth from egging himself on and it shows in his unwillingness to pace neither you or himself - he lets you play at your own leisure, his breathing growing heavier every second until he puts his hand on your neck:

“There….uh….uh….agh-”

Your mouth fills with his warm cum, your ear with his grunt.

“Ahg…chh…swallow my cum, mh…”

“I knew you’d do something like this…”, Byun huffs when you get in the car.

His tone immediately makes you insecure. You throw a glance at the driver; he shows no interest in the conversation taking place behind him - but you know the staff always delivers the latest gossip down at the pub.

“Have a cigarette before we go, Mr. Finley.”

“Certainly, Doctor. I was just craving one”, he replies and steps out of the vehicle.

“This…”, Byun says, gesturing towards your body. “You put on such airs when you’re insecure.”

For once he’s managed to hurt your feelings. True, the fur-lined coat is armour and a bit excessive, but you did take pains deciding what to wear so he’d feel good walking in with you.

“What do you think my wardrobe contains; was I to show up in my undergarments?”

“Why not? We’re not going to the theatre. Are these…”, he grabs the pendant of your necklace in his hand. “Are these diamonds?...Take it off.”

“The neck-”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Mm.” Sliding his hand behind your neck, he sucks stickily on your lips, pushing your dress up. “You’re gonna show everyone who’s got the finest pussy in town…”

Piece by piece you undress until it really is everything except your coat, and like Byun said: in passing, no one will be able to tell the difference.

“Much better. You know I prefer the unpolished doxy underneath.”, he says, slipping his hand between the buttons and circles his thumb over your nipple. Then he takes your hand and firmly caresses up and down his bulge.

“See, you already got me there…”

Not only did you cross the bridge, but went further still, so not in a million years is this a place you would ever stumble across during a night on the town.

“Don’t worry about him”, Byun says as he sends the driver away, assuring you he won’t be carjacked or assaulted waiting for you. “He knows folks up the road.”

The alley doesn’t have any light except the traces from the nearby street, but he finds his way perfectly in spite of it. If it weren’t for him stopping you would’ve walked right past it; the black steel door where he knocks, a tiny slit opens and after that the whole door. At first glance it seems like any half successful dive, but…with ambiance. There’s a swinging door in black leather separating the hallway from the main area and when you reach it Byun stops, turning to you:

“It’s okay to be nervous, but don’t get scared and pretend you don’t like it. Remember, everyone here is like you and me.”

The instant he pushes the door open you’re greeted by a woman’s loud moans intermingled with an unmistakable clapping. Your eyes first land on the couple a few metres away where a man is immersed in cunnilingus, then on the source of the sound - on a dining table she lays, legs swung over his shoulders, rocking back and forth from his hard thrusting. There’s no point trying to hide the slight shock when you look at Byun but taking a breath, you nod, so he lets go of the door.

“Drink first?”, he asks, escorting you to the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of Grand Cru, please.”

“Any white with fizz will do”, Byun interjects when the barman frowns in question “...and a whiskey, neat.”

He downs his drink in one go then reaches for the buttons of your coat. One by one he opens them and caresses your stomach with the back of his hand and an expression on his face that says he can’t wait to get started. “If he leads, you follow”, you think to yourself and swallow the remaining half of your wine in one mouthful. As you’d expect there aren’t any glaring beams - it’s all subdued, melting into the earthy browns and reds of the interior, save for a few spots with focused lights. Whether by accident or planning the space has a variety of seating options: sofas, armchairs, stools.

“Where do you wanna sit?”, he asks quietly, shoving the suspenders from his shoulders. “The dayb-”

“-aaah, ahh…”

Byun’s interrupted by the woman orgasming into the man's mouth; her tense body is something you recognize in yourself and though not pretty it stirs up your want for Byun even more. Deciding for you that the daybed is a good spot he takes you there and - barely paying the pair any mind - pulls his shirt over his head and trousers down.

All this novel hedonism leaves you at a loss about what to do, but when he sits down next to you and brushes your coat off you’re glad it’s being done.

“I’m gonna fuck you silly”, he whispers through his kiss, pulling your thigh open. He stays stroking it, but moves his head. “Don’t be shy to watch, they like it.”

He’s right. Even though she just climaxed, the woman is clearly enjoying being taken from behind, breathing in sync with her man clapping his crotch against her ass.

“Mmm… Look at that wet playground”, Byun says, spreading your folds.

He says it loudly enough for the couple just sitting down to hear - and indeed the man in the armchair looks on, petting the neck of the woman in front sucking his cock.

“I’m gonna show you off”, he whispers and pushes you to lay on your side and lifts your leg as he straddles the other.

Holding himself by the root he presses in. His engorged cock glides easily through your slippery juice; your longing pussy gratefully opens up for it. A soft moan - surprise at your own sensitivity towards him - slips out and leaves your mouth open as you look down. He barely goes halfway in before pulling out, then in - and out. He likes to see the moment you swallow him, likes to see the strands of juice sticking to the head of his cock when he comes back out. Today he’s being extra indecent guiding it to your swollen clit, rubbing before entirely pushing back into you.

Only his pelvis moves as he bucks back-and-forth, keeping your hip steady with his hand.

“Yeah, look at you…”, he drips, watching how his balls press up against you.

There’s a groan from the man in the chair; lavishing sweet words through hitching breaths he pumps the last bit, spurting out his cum around her open mouth. Although hearing it, Byun only sees you while his gaze becomes more fiery and his thrusting more uninhibited.

“Uh…Uh… Uh…Agh-” Gripping tightly under your knee, he stops, exhaling with a trembling bottom lip. “Not yet…ah…”

Brushing the hair from his face he takes a deep breath and glides out with a grimace, slides his hand tightly around his cock, then with a groan pushes it back in and lets it stay while the urgency subsides.

“I told you no one would think twice, didn’t I?”, Byun coos, languidly kissing behind your ear.

Something catches his eye and he looks up, seemingly following someone’s movement, and raises his brows in the faintest recognition of something.

“Come with me, I want you to see something.”

When you’ve almost passed through a narrow corridor Byun stops, leaning against the wall. When the corner of the room comes into view you understand why; on a mattress lies a man with a woman riding him - over his face another one, moaning while he strokes her cheeks (and presumably something else).

Not far from you another couple watches them as well, but soon nod and smile at Byun and go further into the room.

“Do you know them?”, you mumble as you start following.

“So, so… I see them around.”

They sit down in a lounge chair; her on top - and you lie down a few metres away; him behind. When the man spreads saliva around her anal you realise where they’re going.

“Isn’t it too dirty?”, you whisper to Byun.

“It’s not dirty. It’s filthy”, he whispers back, pushing his cock against your butt. “It’s tight and filthy. Like you.”

The holes are so close together that there’s barely any difference in positioning but worlds apart in decency - or rather indecency. The head of his cock disappears so easily and with a few slow rolls of his pelvis his entire length is squeezed in and goes in and out with familiarity as he watches her moaning, touching her breasts.

“See how she takes it..?”, Byun whispers, caressing your neck with his lips.

Undoubtedly, your interest is piqued, but you’re nowhere near interested enough to try it in front of all these people. Sensing your skepticism he lowers his voice even further:

“Even though I’d love to break you in in front of these people I don’t mean now. We’re just enjoying their show.”

“Good. But I’m not a horse, don’t talk about me like that.”

“I won’t talk at all…”, he says and starts feeling for your entrance.

Finding it, he pushes in but only rolls twice before stopping, content with being lodged inside, stroking your breast.

“Let’s just tease it…”, he whispers, pressing just a bit deeper.

But as the show picks up pace - when he spanks her, spreads her cheeks and she drips with desire at being fucked like that - Byun moves to. It’s still teasing, but he can’t help slowly sliding his cock in and out, breathing soft moans into your neck. Feeling his thigh under your hand, skin against your back, his hand delicately cupping your breast as you languidly roll in sync, his thrusting is the torturing opposite - what you crave from him is the same ferocity as the couple in front.

“You want it there? Right there?”, the man asks so lewdly as he pounds hard and she repeatedly whines “yes”.

The tremble in his voice hints at what’s in store - you grip Byun’s leg tighter and watch the man wail in sweet agony as he frantically snaps into her as he comes. His semen immediately runs when he slides out but he stops it an inch down. At first you think it’s to avoid a mess, but then he guides his fingers upwards and presses it back in - using it as lubrication he fucks her hole with his fingers, mumbling something, maybe “come for me”.

It’s enough for Byun, who rolls you over on your stomach and hugs your arms to your chest, pushing your legs apart with his own. Finally, he puts his back into it and forcefully smacks his hips against you, moaning over the sounds of colliding sweat.

“Let me fuck you like that next time”, he pants behind your ear.

“Ah…yes…”

He’s so stiff you feel every bit of him poking, stroking, stretching as he pushes his forehead into the back of your head.

“On your knees”, he pants, scarcely giving you time to move; pulling you up by the hips, he shoves his cock back in and continues - faster. “Uh!”

His groan is so loud everyone must’ve taken notice. It doesn’t matter that his savage ramming is bruising or that it makes you jerk back-and-forth in an undomesticated manner - being the center of his boundless carnal desire and big cock is all you care about.

“I’m gonna fill you up good…mh…”

His fingers dig deeper.

The thrusts get shorter.

And shorter.

“Ahh...U-hh..U-hh……mm, yeah that’s it…”, he grunts foully, rolling his crotch against your pussy. “Take my cum…”

Humming with contentment he strokes your cheeks as he sways back and forth. When he pulls out he asks you to lay on your back - displayed for anyone who wants a look.

Putting his hands lower on your cheeks than you’re used to he slides his thumbs inward and pulls ever so slightly before covering your anal with his kiss. He purrs with delight when you gasp, letting his tongue glide with his lips then points it and swipes. It's different, but so good - his cum pushes out when your muscles clench.

“You got all of that but need more”, he says, putting his arm around your thigh to spread your folds. His gaze is piercing and full of eros when he puts his wet mouth around your clit. Barely using any pressure he lets them slide off the slippery surface, then gently caresses with his tongue. “You’re so swollen…Insatiable…”

His words and actions embarrass you just enough to make you feel ‘indecent but too intoxicated by pleasure to stop’. Hidden away in this dungeon you like how the others watch as they pump themselves or fuck, being turned on by your performance.

“Mmm, how’d you get like this…”, he teases as he runs his fingers alongside your clit, placing sucking kisses just underneath.

Bringing your hand to your breasts, letting the nipples peek out through your fingers you stroke and moan to him:

“Lick me, Byun…”

It makes him groan with satisfaction and move his tongue to your entrance where he licks, unafraid to taste his own cum, before pushing two fingers in - not pumping - just making small circles with them. It stirs up a deeper dimension of pleasure, one enhanced by the soft press of his hand just underneath and is crowned when he flicks his tongue over your clit again - this time accompanied by his fingers brushing up top. His sensitivity to your oncoming orgasm is extraordinary; the choppier you breathe - the hotter he breathes out; the more tense you get - the wilder he becomes. Pumping his hand, flicking his fingers, his dripping, rubbing tongue tells you to come for him.

You look him straight in the eye when he pushes you over the edge - it’s an ugly thing, how you whine inside your closed mouth, how you push his head closer to your jerking body when he sucks on your aching clit.

Even when you relax - exhausted - you still want him. Spreading your folds you roll your hips so he licks along your clit.

“Ah…”

He comes up with a satisfied smile and envelops your lips with his, sucking softly but passionately. His scalp is damp under your fingertips and his body warm. You feel for his arm and guide it back between your legs.

“Mm…insatiable…”, he mumbles, leisurely moving in and out.

It’d been on your mind - bordering on monomania - ever since you and Andilet had a chance meeting with Byun at the department store last week. Letting one another have a peek in the other’s bags, as one does, Andilet had remarked on Byun’s bottle of oil who gave the explanation that it’s for the homemade ointments and balms he makes for his patrons - plausible. But as you were leaving he brushed your elbow.

“It’s for you.”

“Hm? You want me to fuck this filthy little hole?” , he asks, massaging oil around it.

You have true nerves, but a stronger will to get over it, to be able to enjoy the way you saw the woman at The Aurora do and Byun’s reassurances and caresses on your thighs help in getting you to relax. He drizzles a generous amount of oil on his length and spreads it out with a firm grip. The oil makes him glossy and juicy so when he steers it down and puts the head of his cock against your anal you’re eager to get started.

When he begins pressing in you wonder if it’ll be possible, but when you feel your muscles opening up to his rich lubrication and painstaking nudges back and forth you know it will. When his balls at last press against you he brings his hands to your thighs with a low moan - the way he intently focuses on watching his cock go in and out somehow makes you feel bashful.

“Don’t be ashamed…”, he says and slides his hands to your waist ”Ah…I’m dirty too.”

When you touch his wrist he lays down on his arms, teasing his lips over yours:

“You like being taken in the ass…” His abdomen presses down with the rolling of his body “...sucking me in so good.”

His glutes are taut and firm when your fingers dig in to show him he’s right; an act that makes him hungrily push his hot mouth against yours and thrust faster.

His continuous sticky groans are what some would call unseemly; the way he loosely holds your hair and presses out long, deep “uuuuh”-s into your ear while energetically bucking.

“Mm, this tight hole has been waiting for a big cock…”, he whispers lewdly. “chh…I’m gonna shower it well…ah…ah…”

Sliding one hand under your cheek he slightly raises it and buries his head in your neck. He only speaks in grunts and breaths, pressing his forehead harder the harder he exhales - then gasps, digging into your cheek.

“Aagh…agh, agh…uh, that’s it, that’s it…ah….”, he groans and stutters, smacking his groin against your ass, then pushes your shoulders down and his cock even deeper. He gathers your hair in his hand, forcing you to look at him; covered in sweat and dark tresses dangling around his face, the dim light makes him a true - panting - Adonis. Even though the stimulation makes his stomach twitch he prolongs the come down, breathing into your mouth; he thrusts, and slides back as he relaxes, thrusts, and slides back…

“Let me guess. Your heart’s racing?”, Byun asks cheekily when you put his stethoscope to your chest.

“Actually, Doctor… I can’t hear a thing. Guess I really am heartless.”

“Oh, you’re not that bad, darling.”

His jape puts you off in an instant.

“You shouldn’t make jokes, he’s a far better man than you.”

“Then why aren’t you in his bed?”

Without thinking you hurl the stethoscope at him. He’s quick enough to catch, but you can tell it hurts when the bell hits his elbow - there’s tremendous anger in his eyes when he flings it to the side. Your throat closes, your hands tremble.

“Oh, you’ve got me figured wrong if you think your pretty looks gets you off the hook…”, he warns cooly.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get over here.”

Like a bolt from the sky his instruction makes it beat between your legs and seeing how his cock wakes up you’re not frightened any longer, only drenched in nerves. He briskly gets up and guides you by a firm grip around your arm and when you sit down on the bed he gets back as well; not saying anything he kneels in front of you. At eye-level and saturated in dominance his cock makes too a compellingly lustful case to deny - placing one hand on his hip, the other around the root, you take him in your mouth. Understanding the play you look up at him with eyes full of atonement, making sure to take him as deep as you can, feeling him grow harder as you do. His eyes stay dark as slate but his jaw is tense with enjoyment, and when you start sucking harder and pumping he lets out a husky breath. As if you can’t get enough - you can’t get enough - you unintentionally moan all throughout; pressing your lips tight, letting them slide off the head over and over, pumping, then sliding deep down again…

“Yeah, you get it. That mouth of yours isn’t meant for talking - it’s there to suck my cock”, he says and gathers your hair loosely behind your head, away from your face. “Keep sucking that cock good…”

How can his words make you squirm and flutter at the same time? You want to prove that you’re not putty in his hands - you want to do what he tells you to in whatever way he tells it. His breathing becomes so hard you can hear the saliva on his tongue when he inhales and it doesn’t take long before he pulls away with a husky sigh.

“Open up.”

When you do, he presses his balls against your mouth, so you close around it, softly dragging your lips across the one, then the other while he grunts from the delicate pleasure, not taking his eyes off of you while he pumps the top of his length.

“Now lean back.”

When you do, supported by his propped up pillows, he takes your hands and folds them around the metal bar of the headboard and spreads your thighs wide, admiring the state of your pussy. Sucking him has made you so wet he doesn’t have to nudge, but directly presses his entire length in without any resistance; closing his hands around the bar just next to yours, he starts thrusting:

“I’m gonna have to pound that unruly attitude out of you…”

And how he means it. Not sacrificing either speed or power he ferociously bounces in and out. His forceful energy makes his rough handling feel like you’re stripped of all control and releases a wantonness unlike previous times. If you had the courage you’d say those nasty things he does, tell him “fuck me” until you ran out of breath. But it’s not only that - the impact of his shaft sends vibrations from your entrance downwards, like a secret pleasure amidst his lesson.

“Yeah, you like being punished…”, he growls above your face. “...like being fucked hard…. mmm, like this…”

Saliva from his laboured breathing lands on your neck.

His hands clamp down hard over yours.

His body goes tense, trembling…then:

“Agh!…Agh…Agh…”, a roaring groan as he comes, rolling so ferally he almost lifts your hips while releasing his cum. Letting go of your hands, he hugs you tightly and slams his pelvis deep, making sure to empty himself of every last drop.

His heart is beating so hard against your chest it could be your own. You know exactly how he feels; burning up but too exhausted to move, so he stays hugging you, grunting while your stomachs press close trying to breathe. You swallow hard.

“Don’t you have a fan?...And water?”

He groans into your shoulder meaning “yes”, then lazily points.

“But you did me so good the room might flood if I pull out…”

“Oh, shoot..!”

“Hey, hey, hey..! Where are you off to?”, Byun asks when you start getting dressed.

“Andi-... I have to get back.”

When he gets off the bed you already have a script to stop him from convincing you to stay, but he doesn’t; grabbing his robe, he leaves the room - leaving you to wonder if your sudden departure has set him off.

When he comes back he waits by the doorway, obviously not upset.

“Mr. Finley will take you. He’s discreet.”

“So all I have to do is make sure no one sees my hair or makeup…or body…”

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit sore.”

“If you're still sore in a few days you ought to see a doctor”, he smiles, closing your dress at the back.

“Is that so..?”

“M-hm...” His kiss is wet and slow, like inhaling. “I hear there’s an excellent one in the area…”

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#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #BBH-NET

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sikeslayla · 2 years

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hello everyone i really need some plots & besties so 💗 i’m Fx21 (she/her)

about my oc- maggie lindemann fc with oc name 21 writes on discord only she has a child (must be okay with that) please be okay with smut (we can talk about triggers!! no pedo, rxpe,sa)

paragraphs 3rd person… i type so much when i get super into a plot.

fandoms…

the walking dead- beth or my oc (looking for a daryl or carl

sam & colby- my oc, shea, stas, katrina. (looking for a colby or jake)

teen wolf- my oc, allison, malia (looking for a stiles, derek or isaac)

outerbanks- my oc (looking for a JJ)

the vampire diaries- my oc or hayley (looking for a stefan, damon, kol or klaus)

the purge- ocXoc would be cool for this preferably looking for fxm (me being f)

Ace/the wattpad book/- my oc or sofia (looking for ace)

⭐️ the ravenhood series-my oc or Cecelia (looking for sean or dom.. or both(; )

harry potter- my oc (looking for draco)

nascar- my oc (looking for chase elliott, kyle larson, ryan blaney, Christopher bell)

euphoria: my oc, mads or case. (looking for a nate)

these are what came to my mind but i have plenty more than what is listed!! just ask (:

others i’ve been dying to write against with my OC

vinnie hacker // andy biersack // machine gun kelly // chase hudson // jaden hossler // nessa barrett // tommy lee // dolan twins //

i have so many plot ideas and i’m totally down to whatever ideas you have as well i love writing so i never say no to a good plot!!

i’m a total book nerd so if you’re interested in plotting book characters i’m 100% down to read the book for you if i haven’t already read it the same with shows/movies. i’m very open minded

also always down for a good sub(me) and dom relationship!!

like this and i’ll get in contact as soon as i can (:

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littledemondani · 3 years

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forever and always | andy dolan x fem!reader

warnings: dub-con, knife play, choking, abduction, bondage, gagging, stalker!andy, cocaine use, breeding kink, daddy kink, fingering, slight mention of masturbation, blood kink (if you squint), cheating, orgasm denial

word count: 2.1K

summary: after stalking y/n for a little over a year, andy finally goes off the deep end and abducts her.

a/n: andy and y/n had a toxic "relationship" prior to the events in this fic. please read the warnings and do not interact if they make you uncomfortable. i may write more parts to this just to show how their relationship played out and him actually stalking her. let me know if that's something ya'll are interested in!

"Hello, Y/N."

The silky smooth voice caused her to stop dead in her tracks upon entering her apartment, her blood running cold at the familiar cadence. 'No, it can't be?' She thought to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat as she steps further into the house. Y/N turns around the corner from the foyer and enters the living room, her (E/C) eyes widening. There he was, in all his fucked-up glory, sitting on her maroon sectional, lit cigarette in hand with his feet propped up on the black coffee table.

It had been months since she had last heard from him or seen outside of her apartment, watching her at all hours of the night. She figured he had given up on her, had taken the hint that she wanted nothing to do with him, but she was wrong. That became painstakingly obvious when a bouquet of her favorite flowers got delivered to her doorstep with a card that read, "Miss me? - A.D."

"Andy? W-What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to see you, of course," he says simply, blowing the smoke from his lungs, his sapphire eyes glued to her. "Love what you've done with the place." He points to the picture frame of her and her boyfriend, Jason, placed neatly on the accent table, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of venom. "I never took you as the domestic type."

Y/N's eyes fall on the frame for a moment before gazing back at Andy. "There's a lot you didn't know about me."

Andy stands from the sectional, taking a few steps towards her with the cigarette still in hand. "Maybe so," he muses, taking a long drag as he does so. "Or maybe you're just lying to yourself."

"I've learned a lot about you this past year, Y/N. I know deep down you don't give a fuck about him, because if you did? You wouldn't be moaning my name while you fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers."

The air leaves her lungs at the revelation. 'He was watching me?' she thinks to herself. It's not something she would ever admit out loud, but she knew Andy was right. Every minute spent away from him was torture. She imagined his bruising hold, the way he kissed over the sensitive spot behind her ear, how they would get so fucking high and spend hours fucking in a drugged out haze. Andy chuckles humorlessly as the realization dawns on her, stepping even closer to her. "I'm always keeping an eye on you. What kind of man would I be if I didn't?"

She stumbles backwards into the entryway, her heart racing and breaths shallow. Andy lurches towards her, grabbing her arm with an iron grip. "Where do you think you're going, baby?" he mocks, grinning wickedly as she tries to jerk out of his grasp.

"Andy! Let me go!" Y/N screams, tears streaming down her face as she looks up at him. "Please! If you love me, let me go!"

"Oh no, Y/N. I made the mistake of letting you go once. I'm not doing it again." He takes a cloth with his free hand and places it over nose and mouth. She looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes, struggling for a moment before going completely limp in his arms.

The room is pitch black save for the moonlight filtering in through the open balcony door. Andy sits at the table on the balcony, snorting a few lines before sitting back against the chair. He groans as the familiar feeling takes hold of him, grateful to finally be at peace.

Y/N awakens not long after, blinking back the haze of the chloroform Andy dosed her with. She glances around to see where she is, realizing it's Andy's bedroom. He walks in as she's coming to, his lips pulling into a wide smile. "Hey, you're finally awake."

She turns her head towards the sound of his voice, sucking in a breath as she lays eyes on him. He's dressed in his favorite navy blue silk robe and gray boxers, his hair slightly disheveled from the light breeze.

"Sorry about the restraints," he says, gesturing to the ropes tying her to the bed.

She hadn't noticed the ropes, still too groggy from being knocked out. "A bit dramatic, don't you think?"

"I had to make sure you weren't going to run off when you woke up," he says simply, as if it were the most obvious reason for him to have done so. He slips the robe off of his body, letting it fall to a heap on the floor as he climbs onto the bed. He towers over her, tracing his finger along her cheek.

"I missed seeing you like this," he whispers. "Tied up and at my mercy." He trails his finger down her cheek to her throat, carefully wrapping his hand around it. "Screaming my name while I fuck that perfect, tight little cunt of yours."

She writhes underneath him, wishing she could just disappear into the mattress. "What makes you think I'd let you fuck me? You're fucking psycho, Andy!"

He chuckles humorlessly, adding more pressure to her throat. "Oh, you will." He reaches over, grabbing the knife placed on top of the nightstand in his free hand. He flashes it before her, wiggling his brows as he does so. He places the handle between his teeth and rips her dress off of her, leaving her in nothing but her black, lacy thong.

Andy takes the blade, gently dragging it along her delicate skin. He revels in the way she squirms underneath him, her soft pleas and whimpers making blood rush to his cock. "Shh," he coos, placing a finger against her supple lips. "It's okay, baby. I would never hurt you."

She pushes her head further into the mattress, wanting nothing more than to escape his touch. Andy smirks, removing his finger and tracing it over her hardened nipple. Y/N moans, tears cascading down her cheeks as she closes her eyes, giving in to the pleasurable feeling.

"Mm..so receptive to me even after all this time," Andy breathes, rolling the bud between his fingers. He dips down to run his tongue over it, keeping his gaze on her. Y/N moans a little louder, biting on her lower lip to stifle her moans.

Andy trails the knife over her abdomen to her pubic bone, cutting the lace fabric of her panties with ease. He discards the ruined material, groaning hotly as her pussy glistens under the moonlight. "Fuck...," he whispers. "So pretty..." He rubs the blade through her folds, licking his lips as he does so. "Tell me, Y/N. How much did you miss me?"

"So much," she whines without a second thought, peering at him through heavy lids. "I missed you so much."

He grins wickedly, gathering some wetness on the tip of the blade and holding it to her. "Prove it."

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, keeping her (E/C) eyes on him. She leans forward as best as she can, licking the underside of the blade all the way to the tip as if it were a cock. She moans as the taste of her arousal floods her mouth, lashes fluttering.

"That's it," Andy groans, palming his aching cock as he gazes down at her. "You always were such a good girl."

Andy brings the knife back to her cunt, rubbing tight circles against her clit. The cool metal makes her hiss, instinctively swiveling her hips for more friction.

"You love this, don't you?" he rasps, his tone low and seductive. "You're fucking soaked."

Y/N glares at him, tugging on the restraints in frustration. She hates how she turns to putty in his hands, regardless of everything he's done and the situation she finds herself in. She always has, and always will, want Andy Dolan more than anything.

"Please," she begs, glancing up at him with glassy eyes.

"Please, what? Hm?" Andy teases her entrance with his fingers, pushing in to the first knuckle before removing them entirely.

What she's pleading for is lost on her. For him to let her go? To fuck her? She settles on both.

She closes her eyes, lips parting as a breathy moan escapes her. "Let me go," she whispers, face contorting in pleasure as he pushes his fingers inside of her once more.

"You already know the answer to that one, baby," he says, a hint of malice in his tone. "Now, tell Daddy exactly what he wants to hear."

"No," she challenges, meeting his eyes. Her words mean nothing, not when every facet of her is screaming otherwise. She tosses her head back, moaning filthily as Andy curls his fingers against her sweet spot. "Fuck!"

He smirks, scissoring his fingers inside of her before pulling them out to rub harsh circles on her clit. Y/N moans loudly, the sound vibrating around the room, along with the squelching sounds of her cunt. The anticipation of being buried inside of her cunt becomes to overwhelming and Andy can't take it any longer. He pulls his boxers down in a swift move, pumping his achingly, hard cock in his hand.

Y/N's gaze falls on his cock, heavy and hard in his hand. Her mouth waters at the sight: tip flushed red, a bead of precum dangling from the slit, prominent veins exposed all along his perfect shaft. Her cunt clenches, causing arousal to drip down her thighs to the sheets beneath her.

"Tell me you want me," he says, rubbing the tip of his cock over her swollen clit. "And I'll give it all to you."

She whimpers in response, licking her lips as he toys with her clit.

He chuckles, dragging the tip all over her pussy to gather wetness. "If you say so."

Andy lines his cock with her entrance, teasing her for a moment before finally pushing inside of her with a hot groan, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Goddamnit," he breathes.

Y/N grips onto the rope tightly, tossing her head back onto the pillow as she moans. Her cunt pulses around Andy's girth, the stretch causing a pleasurable, burning sensation. Andy lifts himself up on his hands, not allowing her any time to adjust as he thrusts sharply into her.

"He doesn't know how to please you like I do," Andy growls, holding her hips tight enough to bruise. "I've seen the way he fucks you."

"I bet it killed you," she breathes, spreading her legs a little wider for him. "Watching another man fuck me. Knowing it should have been you."

Andy brings the knife to her throat, holding it there as he deepens his thrusts. "Perhaps," he muses. "But I know it killed you. Remember, baby, I watched you touch yourself after he left and fantasize about me."

He knicks her skin, groaning hotly as she whines in pain beneath him. He leans down and licks the blood pooling at the surface of the wound, lashes fluttering at the metallic taste. "Mm.."

Y/N winces as the cut begins to sting. She flicks her (E/C) eyes up at him with a doe-like expression. "Perhaps."

Andy's lashes flutter at the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him, his brunette curls falling in his face as his head hangs forward. "God I missed your pussy so much. It was fucking made for me."

She yanks on the ropes, wanting nothing more than to touch him, to drag her nails down the smooth plain of his back, to bury her hands in his hair and pull just the way he likes it.

"Let me go," she moans, tugging against them once more. "I wanna touch you."

"You know I can't do that, Y/N," he breathes, replacing the knife with his hand and gripping tight enough to cut off her air flow.

Her eyes roll back, gasping for air as she does so. "Andy...! Shit..."

Andy grins wickedly, releasing his hands from her throat. "Such a good little whore," he groans. "Aren't you?"

Y/N is so lost in the pleasure Andy is giving her, that she doesn't even realize as she says, "Yes..."

He pulls out and places her in the mating position, swiftly entering back into her. "Gonna fuck a baby into you," he grunts, smirking at her devilishly. "That way you'll always be mine."

She cries out at the new, deeper angle, his words lost on her. Her cunt throbs as her orgasm nears, each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Andy...I need to cum!"

"What's my name?" he breathes, wrapping his hand back around her throat. "Tell me my name and I'll let you cum."

"Daddy!" she screams, face twisting in pleasure as the tip of his cock rams into her G-spot repeatedly.

"That's right," he moans, releasing hot ropes of cum deep inside of her cunt as he does so. "I'm your fucking Daddy."

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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no asked for it but here is an andy thought i've had in my mind:

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warnings: kinda somo (reader is sleeping and uh... he gets handsy 😳) i know someone has asked me if i'd written something along these lines before so to the anon who asked - here you go! also if you're uncomfy reading please! feel free to skip!

also there is absolutely no plot to this 🥴also it's sappy at the end.. don't look at me.

also! i havent worked on my priest!michael fic bc i've been busy :( but hopefully out soon!

also! please let me know if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist - as of now, i cant find the last post i made asking who wanted to be tagged so I'm going off my memory kfdbvd

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoy! i feel like its been a lil while since I've posted something ngdkvd

this is a lil dumb and short but! i hope you enjoy 💛

Y/N hardly registered as she dozed off to sleep. Andy was still up, on yet another call to his agent by time sleepiness took over.

She laid in the middle of their shared bed, the bedsheets at her feet. It was another warm night in Australia. She slept with their windows slightly open letting in the warm breeze. As her dreams filled her head, she tossed and turned, searching for Andy in her sleep.

All of her tossing and turning caused her tank top to practically slide off her body. Her straps had slipped down her shoulders and her breasts were now even more exposed.

As Andy walked into their bedroom, head down still typing away, a soft moan from Y/N made his head snap up. The room was mostly dark, with nothing but the hallway light and moonlight that came in from the window illuminating Y/N's silhouette.

Through the soft light, he could see her fast asleep, her lips parted open, deep in sleep. His eyes traveled down her body as he walked towards the bed.

His breath caught in his throat noticing her breasts were out of her tank top. The breeze coming into the room made her nipples harden. He licked his lips as he set his phone down before climbing into bed.

In her sleep, Y/N felt the mattress dip with his weight. Having already taken the middle of the bed, she rolled a little closer to Andy, her exposed skin pressing against his.

Andy couldn't help but stare. He was mesmerized by her lips that let out soft little whimpers when his hands reached to pull her closer. Her mind was a million miles away dreaming of them...

Andy thanked his lucky stars for Y/N. Each day he spent with her, he fell more and more in love.

The peaceful look on her face made her heart swell. He hoped to be enough for her every day.

His gaze dropped down to her neck and collarbones and he instinctively brought his head down to kiss along her neck.

Slow, soft, and sensual.

Andy hummed as he felt her steady heartbeat with each gentle kiss that grazed her skin. His lips soon found her chest, kissing along the valley of her breasts. He felt Y/N whimper in her sleep.

"Shh," he cooed before taking her nipple in his mouth. His other hand wasted no time, taking her other nipple in between his fingers.

With every suck and kiss he gave her, her soft sounds became more frequent. Andy groaned against her skin, feeling himself get harder in his sweats. The bed moved under Y/N with Andy rutting himself against the mattress chasing the friction.

In her dreams, Y/N could feel it - could feel him. His mouth, his breath, his hands; everything. Her mind filled in the gaps in the way he was pleasing her. Images of his face flashed in her mind as she let herself savor the feelings.

Andy pulled his lips back slightly, blue eyes peeking up at Y/N's face. Her hands searched for his hair, pulling him back to her. She didn't want the sensation to stop.

She tugged on his brown curls needing more. Andy half groaned, half chuckled as he took her hint. His large hand slowly made its way down her body, finger pressing into every curve until they were met with the lace waistband of her panties.

He cupped her pussy over her underwear, feeling the damp spot against the pads of his fingers.

"Fuck," he whispered at how wet she was for him. He was still in awe at how perfect she was for him. "So wet already... Are you dreaming of me, baby?" he mumbled pressing another kiss to her collarbone.

He dipped his fingers into her panties, sliding his index along her wet folds. He felt her body shudder. "Andy..." she moaned, her eyes fluttering. Her hand reached for his bicep, trying to lead his hand further into her underwear.

Andy peeled down her panties letting them pool at her feet. His fingers traced up her leg until they met her center. He quickly found her clit and rubbed slow, even circles - breaking the pattern every so often to apply more pressure.

Sweat covered her forehead with each time Andy brought her to the edge only to pull back away. Silk sheets slipped through her fingers, gripping them tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Andy slowly parted her lips, interesting two long digits inside of her. He thrusted them in and out of her, watching her face contour with pleasure. When he curled his fingers, brushing against her g-spot she gasped loudly, her eyes flashing open.

"Shh," he hushed her again, soft smirk on his face, "I've got you, princess."

He knew he made her feel so good. His fingers were coated in her cum as he coaxed her to her orgasm.

Y/N, who by that point had been brought out of her sleepy state, grabbed at his arms, moaning and whimpering his name as she came for him.

"Andy," she moaned, dragging out his name. "Fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Andy attached his lips to her nipple again as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers. His hair was tangled in her hands again, pulling as she screamed out his name.

He pulled out his now sticky fingers and lightly traced up her body leaving a wet trail along her skin. He tapped his fingers against her lips for her to take in her mouth. She immediately wrapped her lips around them, watching Andy in the dim light. His blue eyes blown wide as he felt her tongue circle in between his fingers.

Andy pressed down on her tongue a little before pushing them towards the back of her throat. She moaned around them and sucked frantically on them.

"Sorry I woke you," he mumbled, taking his fingers back and kissing the top of her head. "Just looked so pretty... wanted to make you feel good," it was too dark for her to see the blush creeping over his face.

He took the thin straps of her tank top and fixed them back on her shoulders and helped adjust it so she was covered up again.

"I liked it," she admitted, her own face going hot.

Andy reached down to remove her panties from around her ankles, using them to clean up her inner thighs before tossing them into the hamper at the end of his bed. "I'll get you a clean pair," he started to attempt to get up from the bed, but was held in place by her.

"Not yet," she shook her head and reached for his sweat pants. She palmed over his still stiff cock.

His eyes fluttered at her touch, allowing his head to spin from the way she touched him.

"Oh," he stammered, taking her wrist and guiding her hand in the dark. She could feel him grow into her hand as he bucked his hips forward.

She yawned and rubbed at her eyes tiredly, but still kept pleasing him through his pants. Andy caught her tired tired and took her wrist again, gently pushing it away. He shook his head softly.

He lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger to place a kiss to her lips. His tongue tangling with hers in a kiss.

"You're tired," he stated, laying down besides her and pulling her close.

"No, I'm -" she was caught off by her own yawn, "not," she turned to face him. They laid chest to chest, legs tangled together. Andy stroked her cheek lightly.

"Mm," he kissed the tip of her nose, "not ver convincing, Y/N."

Y/N cuddled closer to him and made him lay on his back for her to use his chest as a pillow for her head. His heart beat was slow and steady and felt like a lullaby beneath her ear.

"Get some rest, baby." he kissed the top of her head.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the blankets up to cover them.

Y/N mumbled back something that sounded like an argument, but too uncoherent to make sense. Andy chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure thing..." he kissed the top of her head again. "I love you sleepy head..."

Every time he found himself saying it out loud it became more and more true. He loved her. And he wanted to make her the happiest.

He laid in the silence of the room; listening to their breathing synchronize. His entire world felt complete with her in his arms.

Andy closed his eyes knowing not even his dreams could beat his reality in that moment.

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