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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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fuck me like you hate me • eren jaeger x black fem reader

I know I said I hate seeing my babies fight but I’m tweaking over the idea of some nasty ass, filthy hate sex between eren and (y/n). Like imagine they’ve just moved in together, adjusting to living with another person and they have been walking around mad as hell at each other over dumb shit around the house and from work (him ignoring her for recording sessions and her on Instagram showing a lil too much for his liking). The tension is CRAZY. It explodes into a huge argument..they think about breaking up but instead, fuck their frustrations out, I—😫😫

content warning: very ROUGH sex, name calling, use of N-word (by reader obv) degradation, hitting, spit play, oral sex, fingering, backshots, slapping, choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia,breeding, marking and spanking, riding, .2 seconds of switch eren, bunch of other shit omg just proceed with caution, does have a really happy ending and lots of aftercare 🥹

word count: 8.3K

📝: and forewarning before anybody can come leave a dumbass comment, this isn’t in support or condoning of toxic relationships, fighting, domestic altercations/violence, etc. and this will be my very first and last time writing something of this degree. Also, this is purely fiction and all of these aforementioned topics will only be slightly touched on without graphic detail, as they can be extremely triggering and sensitive. Again, read this at your own discretion! (And keep it very cute)

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“Shit! Oh my God—fuck! Moveeee..gimme my phone.”

“Shut the fuck up..you want to post everything, let’s post this.”

the words spewed like venom from between your boyfriend’s lips. Much like the many times that he called you baby, princess..or said ‘I love you’. But lately, things had been a little less affectionate around the Jaeger household. It had only been six months since the two of you had moved in together. Taking your newly public relationship to the next level and committing to one another. It was supposed to be a joyous time yet it was the exact opposite! As of late, particularly in the past few weeks, the two of you had been at odds and each other’s throats to say the least. The anger constantly building and only becoming worse by the minute. So much so, the both of you had questioned if living under the same roof was a wise option and even more so, contemplated splitting up..but alas, it seems you found a better solution:

“Show all your little followers how you take this dick. Let ‘em see you getting fucked like a slut. Since you wanna act like one.”

“Maybe I’ll show them how weak this lil’ stroke game is. Ain’t shut me up yet, baby.”

“But you can’t stop fucking up my sheets. Stop lying.”

the whole situation arose not too long ago, stemming from the fact that he had been working nonstop on new projects. As happy as you were that he was back into his groove, you were sick of being ignored and neglected for a damn album. Shelved and discarded like nothing more than a toy. It was infuriating, especially when you went out of your way after your own gigs and busy schedule to cook him dinner and make him snacks; even trying to surprise the man with a few little..outtakes and teasers from your photo shoots. Preferably the ones where you were nude or playing with yourself. Did he pay them any attention? Hell no. In retaliation, you decided you’d give him a taste of his own medicine..by blocking him on Instagram and purposely posting some rather wild shit. Such as you practically tongue kissing your homegirl as you guys took shots at the pool. Or twerking in a new fit normally worn by dancers and sex workers…it didn’t help matters any when he had to see the sultry posts by proxy from one of his friends, who shared it with him while at the studio one night and when he confronted you about it, you could care less. Saying that maybe someone else would appreciate it if he didn’t. Which had him completely irate and the situation escalated further than it ever should have. But this festering fire of resentment didn’t just boil over today. This had been due to weeks worth of rising frustrations. Eren felt as if he had worked to curate his sanctuary and you were destroying that and you were pissed that he agreed to you living together when he obviously didn’t even want you there. But it all came to a head only a couple hours ago..

flashback

the two of you standing in the bedroom, arguing and going at each other’s throats. Shouting and screaming..it was a situation you promised you’d never find yourself in after your ex and today, you’d had enough. You were ready to leave..call it quits on this entire thing because you refused to be in another toxic relationship. Especially when you cared so deeply for this man. But no amount of love could make you stay in this.

“You won’t even tell me why the fuck you’re so mad! Walking around with a fucking attitude and I’m supposed to read your goddamn mind?! Be serious!”

“Nigga, I shouldn’t have to tell you shit! I waited on you for three hours, Eren! Three motherfucking hours..got dressed, done my hair and everything and you fucking stand me up like my time ain’t worth shit. You don’t give a damn about anybody or anything except that stupid ass music.”

needless to say, tensions were high…you were both angry and it was probably best if you guys stepped away and gave yourselves time to reevaluate the situation but instead, you were running on fumes and pure fire. Only making matters worse. Thank goodness no housekeeping staff was around to hear this altercation because you guys would probably be on the front page of TMZ. Either way, neither of you cared. Right now, you just wanted to vent and get your peace out before the other could. “You mean the same music that’s paying your bills? That’s buying you those fucking purses and hair? Surely, you’re not complaining about that. You damn sure don’t when you wanna spend the money.”

making your blood boil with rage and your eyes well with tears. “You know what? Fuck you, I don’t need your money or nobody else’s. The fuck you think this is? I got my own shit. While you were laid up in the motherfucking suburbs, I was getting to this shit long before I got famous and damn sure before I met you..if you don’t want me here then say that.” But he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot and neither were you…no one wanted to admit they were in the wrong. “No (y/n). I want you to understand that I got business to handle. That I have obligations and if my boys gotta come tell me you’re out here kissing on bitches and entertaining other guys while I’m working then you go wherever you want. I’ve never chased anybody in my life and I damn sure won’t start now. Especially somebody who runs to the internet when they’re mad. Childish as fuck and no woman of mine is gonna have me out here looking stupid. Go be with whoever’s making you happy because it’s obviously not me. Hell, maybe you can work things out with your fuck ass ex since he won’t stop talking about you in his songs. I told you it was a bad idea for us to move in together right now but you just had to. Now look.” The words cutting like a knife clean through butter. Stabbing you in the heart with his hurtful words…you thought this was what he wanted as well and to find out that yet again, you were just another chore like everything else in his life, you were gutted. Not only that, he’d bring up your ex as if that relationship didn’t come along with emotional damage and physical scars. He knew how much of a sensitive topic that was for you and yet, when Eren got angry, he had a tendency to hit below the belt and do so without the slightest bit of hesitation in his voice. With tears in your eyes, unable to hold them back, you’d begin screaming all over again, hitting his chest and trying to take out all your anger on him. Even as you slammed your fists against him, screaming that you hated him and slapping his cheek, he stood there unfazed. He knew your words were from a place of hurt and your actions were not the real you. You’d never raise your hand at him because you knew what that felt like. But feeling as if he didn’t care, you were distraught! So much so, you’d become blind with rage and act out of a place you promised to never go to.

“I fucking hate you, Eren! Swear to fucking God, bro!—all you do is make me feel like shit. If you didn’t want me, all you had to do was leave me alone!” Shouting as you swing your closed fists at his chest, banging on him and wailing as you cry. Screaming and shouting to the top of your lungs.

it was by that point, he’d had enough of being your punching bag. Looking away from you, he’d grasp your wrists, stopping you in your tracks and that only enraged you more. “Let me go, Eren! I’m not playing with you!” Alas, he didn’t say a word though. He didn’t even so much as look at you..staring through you like glass; just holding your hands in place to avoid your hits. Instead, he’d push you to the mattress and pin you back by your wrists. “Don’t put your fucking hands on me, I’m not repeating myself..I don’t play that shit, (y/n). Do it again and we’re done.” grimacing his teeth and leaning down against your face. He was a firm believer that if a relationship ever got physical, it was time to end it. He could never bring himself to put his hands on you, even entertain the thought of it so he wasn’t about to let you disrespect him and do the same. But your rage could not be quelled and instead, you’d start to kick around until he’d bolt your legs down as well. Staring at him like this…hair down, beard and mustache forming on his face, you could tell he hadn’t been himself either and right now, there was a far more primal energy about him. Energy that seemed like it could devour your ass alive if you pushed one more button. “Or what? The fuck you gon’ do? Pussy.” And in that moment, you’d find out just what he had in mind when you decided to spit at his face and in retaliation, he’d only laugh..much more than he should've..right before putting his hand around your throat, clutching it so tight that it causes you to gasp. Restricting your breathing in the process. Which forced your mouth open and allowed him to return it with his own saliva, seeping onto your tongue. With his knee placed between your thigh, brushing against that thinly clothed cunt, he knew you were wet..getting turned on for him even now. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Feeding you a couple slaps to your cheek as you begin to realize the gravity of the situation. “Answer me, bitch. You like spitting so much, I got something for you to use it on.” Suddenly, he’d begin to lean up, tugging at the top of your head next to adjust to eye level with his erection. With one fell swoop from his thumb, he’d tug his sweats down and right before you was his thick cock, standing at full attention. He didn’t want to feel your hands..nothing but straight mouth and throat and right now, he’d guide you as he saw fit. You were his toy right now…shoving that dick between your lips, he’d start to fuck that pretty, tear stained face like it was nothing more than a sleeve. He could hear the gurgling in the back of your throat and feel how hard you were trying but since you had so much to say, he was going to make sure you ate those words.

“What’s that, baby? Can’t hear you..” mocking you as he used your mouth to his heart's content. Balls slapping your chin and jaws suctioned around his shaft. You’d attempt to put your hands up to his hips but he’d slap you and make certain you’d never do so again. Sucking his teeth, Eren laughed as he watched you struggle to engulf all eight and a half inches of that thick girth. “Can’t pop all that shit with my dick in your throat, can you?” Asking rhetorically but he wasn’t done rubbing salt in the wound..you had truly and utterly pissed him off and for the last time. In haste timing, he’d retract from your mouth only momentarily to the sound of you taking sharp gasps and drooling all over yourself. He’d force your head to the edge of the bed, where he’d crawl over and continue his brutal face fucking. But not before he spat in that oral cavity once more, looking at you as if you were nothing more than an object. Bucking his hips and thrusting as if it were an inanimate toy lying in front of him. Your insides were matching the sensation of that of a flesh light, maybe even better. By the time he got into it, a bulge began to form in the center of your esophagus. And try as you might to swat at him, he’d tell you to place your arms by your side and not move them until he stated otherwise.

“I think you’ve forgotten who you’re messing with, princess. I don’t know which bum you’re used to fucking but don’t you ever try that shit with me again. There’s a reason I said I don’t chase anyone. Why would I when I know I’ll have you crawling right back?” and he was right! This man had done things to you that would have any woman stalking him and sitting in his bushes. Even so, you were still pissed off and not much in the way of taking his shit lying down. So as he twitched slightly in your throat, you’d begin to gurgle and gag on his dick, doing tricks to inevitably make him tap out. Grasping the top of your head, he’d tug his shaft from between your lips and spin you around until you were flat on your stomach, and glaring up at his face as he gripped your chin. “You can fuck half the guys in the game and not one of them would ever make you feel the way I would. That pussy will always belong to me. Stop pretending you don’t know that.” His words were so condescending, it made you want to scream but you couldn’t disagree either. Eren always had a nasty habit of playing on people’s psyche and getting under their skin with his words. He was the type to read someone down and not miss a beat. When he was angry, nothing or no one was off limits. Tears were already streaming from your eyes and throat already sore from his brutal handling but he didn’t care. “So I’ve got a great idea…” looking straight past you, he’d extend an arm and lay a heavy handed slap across your backside, still tugging at your hair without any sort of regard for it. “We’re not leaving this room until you and I fix this.” He’d take a moment to clutch his other fist around his cock; tapping it against your tongue, which was hanging out. “Until I fuck you so stupid, you forget what you were so mad about. How’s that sound?” Patting your cheek and inflicting sharp slaps to your ass, causing stinging pain. Along with sensations to your pussy. Proving his words to be true.

Trails of saliva pooled..dribbling from your mouth. Gagging noises constantly arising and filling the room as he relentlessly and disrespectfully fucked that pretty face. At the same time, he’d reach forward so that he could slide two digits inside of inviting heat. Pushing those fingers in and out at an intermediate pace. He’d rub on the sensitive bud with his thumb and pump the other two profusely. You’d slowly start to rut yourself on them, unable to resist him for much longer. “There you go…good girl. I swear, you’re so much prettier like this. Sucking my dick instead of bitching…” he couldn’t help but to fling one more insult in there but trust, he preferred this to arguing any day. Any frustrations the two of you had could be left right here! Continuing to relentlessly fuck your face, Eren teased your little cunt for two reasons: one, because you couldn’t help but to whimper and the sensations caused your throat to spasm and two, he was preparing you for how bad he was going to beat that pussy up. When he finished, you wouldn’t have the energy to move, less known scream at him. He was tired of being at odds with the woman he loved. All too well did he know the pain of practically living with a stranger he felt nothing for and he refused for you guys to turn out the same way. Too many laughs, so much love had been shared between you two for it to end now..

amid disassociating, EJ withdrew his fingers and fat cock from between your lips before telling you to lie on your back. “Spread those legs..” Earning him a side eye from you as those thighs parted to reveal that dripping center. “Bet you’re wet as fuck, aren’t you? Admit it.” Plump lips that were freshly waxed and soaking wet, just for him. There was no one else in this world that could get you so undeniably aroused and you both knew it. Raking his fingers through those long, thick locks, he’d crawl on to the bed; knees pushing through the mattress as he grasped your ankle and tugged you towards him. In that same, swift motion..you’d find your legs pinned back to the covers and feet practically behind your head. “She missed me, didn’t she?” That smug look on his features as he so casually stroked the hood of your clit. He wanted nothing else from you than to wet that beard up. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you weren’t as infuriated as you once were and that fiery spark had dwindled to a twinkle of adoration. But if he knew one thing about you..it was that you’d play coy until you couldn’t any longer. You’d fake an orgasm, pretend to not be turned on. Anything to make him feel inferior. Because you’d try everything to deny him that satisfaction of pleasuring you. You were stubborn, yes but far more aroused..too much to hide it, in fact.

“No, and I didn’t eith—ahh fuck!” Your mouth left agape as he shoved a digit inside and let one rest dormantly on the clit. “Exactly as I thought. Shut the fuck up.” Sitting down entirely, he’d keep your legs pinned back in one hand, as it was nothing with his strength. With all his pent up energy and frustration he’d normally use to fuck you dumb, he had been putting towards intense workouts the past few weeks. Trying to find a way to channel that anger in a healthy way to avoid doing something dumb. Working those two fingers in and out, pumping slowly..Eren made certain you were looking him in the eyes as he maneuvered that little cunt with the delicacy of his hand. Pumping and rubbing in a fluid motion as if it were second nature. Taking you gently by the back of the head, he’d hold you up and let you watch him work. “Shit—I’m not gonna come. If that’s what you want.” “You’re so cute, thinking you have a choice in the matter. Like I said, we’re not leaving until we fix this. So you can drop the fucking act.” Amid his declaration, he’d look you dead in the eye, peering right about your stomach and spit onto your pussy. Disrespectful and raunchy about it as well. He had no regard for you as his girl or even a person right now. You were an object..his little slut he was going to break and mold as he saw fit. “Take your eyes off of me again and I swear to God, you won’t get to come at all. You really don’t want to test me right now.” And something told you, every word seeping from his mouth was a pure fact. This man’s forms of punishment were hellish. One time, you made him so mad, that he fucked you for an hour straight, using a combination of various toys and his cock until you were in tears and refused to let you climax once. No matter how many times he stuffed you or nutted himself. By the time he granted you permission, it was like releasing the pressure on a tightly coiled spring and you nearly collapsed from the intense pressure.

so reluctantly, you’d bat those big brown eyes and fluttery lashes as you watched your man devour that tasty little center. Those jade eyes fixated on you; akin to a shark lying in wait just above sea level..stalking its prey. All you could hear were smacking, slurping and faint moans but what you felt were sensations of pure bliss. Slick had begun to coat the tip of his nose as he nuzzled it between your slit. His tongue lapped up every remnant of those syrup like fluids..sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted. This man ate pussy like his life was on the line and it’d only be a matter of time before he had you as putty in his hands once more. Eventually, Eren would snake his palms up to your own and clasp them together, intertwining those fingers once he removed them, so that you two were holding hands. A level of intimacy that he only showed to someone he cared about. It was blatantly obvious that he still loved you..regardless of how angry you were. Especially when you heard him moaning and sucking on your clit, which inevitably made you melt in his grasp. “Mmmmph..fuck.” Whimpering so softly and slowly rutting yourself against his tongue. “That’s it..fuck my face, baby. Real slow.” The deep rumble in his voice makes you melt even now. Even when you were just screaming at him. Suddenly, your breath would hitch and he’d cause another pang of pleasure to rip through your body. His tongue flickered all throughout your folds and he’d leave gentle kisses on those lower lips. That’s when you felt more saliva on your quivering cunt, combining with your own sweet juices. Those eyes were beginning to cross, toes curling as they rested on his shoulders and that little hole, leaking like a faucet. “You taste so good…and I know it feels even better. Look at the way that shit’s leaking f’r me. Can’t even deny it..” As enjoyable as it was eating you out and normally, he’d stay down there forever, taking in your essence and flavor but for right now..he had to fuck the shit out of you!

suddenly, you’d feel that incredible oral come to an abrupt halt and Eren rising to his feet. Keeping that grasp on your thighs, he’d land a heavy handed smack to your ass and tell you to take hold of your legs now..as he had plans. “Keep that shit open. Hold them.” Demanding as he hovered above you..hand wrapped around his shaft; slowly pumping up from the base. Between using your throat earlier and eating you out, that dick was throbbing and thumping. He needed to be inside of you immediately or he was going to burst. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. You were a puddle of dripping sex and arousal for him. With your panties dangling around your ankles and tank top pulled down, he tugged them off and stuffed the thin material into your mouth. He couldn’t lie..it looked so hot seeing you in such a vulnerable state. But you were going to need it for how hard he was about to pound your pussy. Glaring at you with a smug smirk, he’d place a hand into the center of your belly before easing his cock inside of you..which elicited a heavy grunt arising from his throat.

staring into your eyes, he’d start out with sharp, deep strokes. Ones that didn’t even allow you to adjust to before that cock began to curve up and kiss the inner corner of your cervix. His pace was already rough and somewhat sped up. He didn’t care about your feelings or how it felt. The only thing he wanted to see was a mess made of him. Whimpering through muffled lips, your head would slightly tilt back, along with those watering eyes as your skin collided; sounds of clapping flesh filling the room. It was then that you’d feel his hand creep up to the center of your scalp, tugging you down so that you were forced to see him bulging through your skin so early on.

“Take this dick. C’mon..” never breaking eye contact as he continued thrusting. His hips bucking and moving in a rhythmic motion. He had no regard for any part of you right now..you were merely a hole, a vessel for his pleasure and that was it. That smug grin on his face gave it away.. “fuck!..so deep—g’ahh..why are you fucking me like this? Shit!“ belting out in a shaky whimper through the gag of those panties as you clawed through your own skin with your fingers and palms planted to the backs of your thighs. You’d bite down on them in an attempt to quell that sensation. Feeding you yet another slap, Eren proceeded to take that comfort away by pulling it out and shoving those same fingers into your mouth. “Fucking shame it had to be like this, baby. But you asked for it. Shouldn’t have pissed me off.” Even with sweat trickling down his forehead and very obvious moans escaping his lips, he was still cocky and arrogant to a fault. Even if the grip of that fat cunt swallowing him as he slid in and out had him faltering, he’d never be so weak as to show it..not at a time like this at least. Slamming that cock balls deep; your pelvises clashing with a sheath of creamy fluid molding them together, Eren leaned all the way forward and pressed his entire body weight against you..as some sort of makeshift mating press. Your eyes locked and his lips pressing to yours.

“But imma make sure you don’t have shit else to say when I’m done.” Laughing with all faith and confidence that he could magically make this all go away. However, you were still in a bit of a confrontational mood and decided to challenge him.

“Is that right? Well shut me the fuck up then. Make me be quiet.” With that all too familiar glare in those gorgeous brown eyes of yours. The one that you gave him when you needed some act right..the one that screamed for him to do his worst. “You think your dick’s that good? Please, you don’t know what to do wi—“ Luckily, he was up for the task and you had a rude awakening coming. Snickering, Eren pulled himself up by only an inch, still letting you pop your shit and all; just enough to allow him the room to place his hand around your throat and squeeze until your tongue was hanging out. Meanwhile, his stroke had slowed to a more sporadic pace; thrusts becoming far more uneven and short, yet everyone hit your spot with precision. All the while, his jade eyes never left your own. Suddenly, he’d make good on your declaration and before you knew it…

“Well that was easy enough..what’s the matter, princess? Cat got that tongue? You were so loud earlier..cussing and yelling at me like you’ve lost your fucking mind. Where’s all that energy now? Hmm?”

suddenly, the bed would begin to jolt around..headboard slamming against the wall and the entire frame shifting under the weight of his hard thrusting. Taunting and fucking as if he were attempting to put you through the mattress! Couldn’t support your own legs anymore? No problem because all one hundred ninety five pounds of him kept you in place whilst that third leg of his drilled into your tightness, facing zero regard for the way you were shaking underneath him. The way you pawed at his six pack only to be slapped away so viciously and your jaws to be squeezed in his clutch. “Move your hand!” You couldn’t get so much as a gasp out as he continued pounding your little sex with all of his might. Cream was profusely leaking..practically dripping down that dick and sack as he kept going. Your titties were swaying around outside of that tank top, bouncing everywhere and looking so good, all for his viewing pleasure. In addition to that expression on your face as you were obviously nearing your climatic peak. He found it so funny how quickly that shift came once he got up in it.

“That’s fine. I don’t need you to do shit else but nut on this fucking dick. You can handle that, can’t you?”

you didn’t want to cave..give him the sheer satisfaction of seeing you submit but you’d be a bold face liar if you said that shit didn’t feel amazing. Especially with that hand around your neck and that thumb on your clit..stroking so gently that the minute bundle of sensitive nerves were already overstimulated. That swollen little bud twitching underneath the touch. It didn’t help matters any when he allowed a slow string of saliva to trickle down onto it either. It was blatantly obvious that you were trying to deny him that orgasm and in turn, prompt him to come instead by clamping down on his shaft but in that same breath, it was clear that his resolve was a little stronger than yours. You always had a habit of nutting quickly which would be your downfall right now.

“You can try to hold back all you want, baby but you will come f’r me. I don’t give a damn how long it takes…stubborn ass always wants to make things difficult, I swear.”

so casually pointing out one of your character flaws as he resides in your guts..something only he would do.

“Ah!—haaaaaa..fuck! Fuck you..still a pussy.”

blurting out with all the strength you could muster, along with still attempting to push him away which was, again, of no use! Instead, it only fueled him further and lengthened your punishment. Reaching down for those panties you had spat out previously, he’d rope them around your wrists and bind your hands together. It was obvious he wasn’t fond of your disrespectful outbursts or foul mouth. It was going to make it all the more fun to wreck you however!

“Yeah and you're still a dumb slut. ‘Fuck did you think this was?”

still impaling you on that cock and feeding you more slaps in the process. You were folding and fast but you’d try to maintain the little semblance of control you had but sadly, it was dwindling and before long, you’d be unable to hold back. And that moment came a tad bit too soon for your liking because only a minute later, you were gasping for breath, wrinkling around in the sheets..a stream of sticky fluids squirting all over those abs as if you had sprang a leak. It went everywhere; wetting up his six pack and pelvis, absolutely flooding the bed but he didn’t care. That’s exactly what he wanted. To see you shaking and convulsing, so needy and dependent on his cock that you couldn’t function without him. And he was well on his way to achieving that with the way he just fucked the shit out of you. It was such a powerful orgasm that you’d begin to shed tears; overstimulated from attempting to edge yourself and failing miserably. You lacked the restraint for that sort of thing but it presented the perfect teaching opportunity as he was in the mood to train you anyways on what being disobedient got you. Pulling out for a split second, he’d allow that swollen shaft and seeping mushroom tip to flap against your folds and drum out more. You were inconsolable but the worst was yet to come. Grabbing you by your hair, he’d grasp it tightly whilst hissing and chuckling in your ear.

“I break brats like you for fun, baby. Remember that.”

before kissing your temple in the most condescending way; it was true, he was the literal definition of a brat tamer and done so with pride. In another sudden movement, he’d tug you by that freshly done hair that wasn’t so fresh anymore and pull you down until he had flipped you over onto your stomach. Keeping you reigned in with that fistful of 613 wavy; dyed and toned to a deeper blonde, Eren planted a heavy hand smack to your ass as he flayed you across his lap. Demanding that you arch your back and put your ass up in the air. It was in your best interest to follow instructions but you were dead set on being defiant. If for nothing else, get the treatment you had been so desperately craving. For him to fuck that attitude out of you!

“Lemme ask you something, baby. What did you really think was going to happen when you decided to pull that little stunt? Trying to embarrass me?…”

ensuring that you had no other choice but to look him in the eye with those fingers still intertwined between your locks as he tugged your head back. You were practically panting, drooling like the fucked out little whore you were. Mouth agape and eyes glazed over whilst he stared at you.

“What? You thought I was going to ignore that shit? Or maybe you thought I’d get jealous enough to hop online and clear it up. You thought I was the rest of these lame ass dudes. You’re as stupid as you are pretty.”

Uttering the last line with vitriol before landing the hardest slap to your backside he could muster. Spanking you a couple times with the same force until you were flailing around and more tears had fallen. You were gritting your teeth, trying to maintain that mean glare you were trying so desperately to portray to make it seem as if you were not enjoying yourself. But he knew that was a lie. His heavy hands colliding with your flesh eventually began to form a burgundy blip and quite the sting. In addition to being choked, you were starting to feel it. That pleasurable pain that came with rough sex. It was the only way he could get his frustrations out on you at this point because actual harm would never be an option for him. He just wanted to teach you a lesson..

“And you’re still acting like a bitch. Mad about a lil’ instagram story—“

blurting out before he began to spank you again and clutch your throat as well. This time with enough force to make you squirm and cry some more. Making sure you didn’t talk out of turn again. “Shut the fuck up.”

he could tell you were still angry with him, still wanting to get your point across but that was all of no concern to him. He didn’t care about your bratty ass attitude. It barely even phased him. That was until he saw those pretty little streaks coming down your face and those eyes all puffy. That jaw clenched so tight, it’d probably shatter your teeth. “Ooh..don’t look at me like that. Makes my dick hard when you cry for me.” Like a true goddamn sadist…of course, those tears weren’t enough and he had plans to drum out more. Continuing to paddle you with his hand; releasing primal grunts as he spread your ass apart, kneading his fingers into your flesh and even shove his fingers back into your pussy. Meanwhile, he was still filling your mouth with sloppy kisses and more saliva. Spitting into your oral cavity with no regard. “Get up..arch that back and spread that ass open. Now.” And this time, too sore and weak to do anything else, you’d follow suit and place both hands on that round bottom, letting your acrylic nails display across that dark skin as you opened up for him. He damn near lost his composure when he saw that asshole flexing and puckering on instinct. But he had to regroup, get back into his zone and keep going.

mounting behind you, Eren hooked his fingers together, kept them around your throat and pulled you back on him once again..impaling you.

“Haaa! Fuck!—“ yelping in a high pitched cry as he fed you heavy backshots. The fat of that round, plump ass bouncing against him. Ricocheting in a haze of thunderous claps. Your legs trembled profusely, gripping on the pillows in front of you and biting down in an attempt to quell the brunt of those brutal strokes but it was no use. The curvature of your spine fluctuated as he kept going until you eventually collapsed underneath the weight and he’d bog down, planking over your entire frame as he drilled deeper. Those balls colliding with your ass and smacking against the sticky folds between your thighs. He’d place a hand to the small of your back just to keep you planted firmly whilst the other rested palm down in the memory foam material in front of you. “Oh my gosh, right there!” You’d grasp for Eren’s wrist as some sort of leverage and a sign of comfort. But he wasn’t much in the business of coddling you right now. Instead, you’d watch that opposite hand snake around for a split second to retrieve your phone that was lying next to you..set ablaze with thousands of notifications from this app and that contact. None of which were important at the moment. But he had other plans and ways to use that cellular device right now.

“You love taking pictures so much, right baby? Always showing off..”

just then, you’d see the flash of your rear camera beaming down above you and hear the sound of your video starting. He’d record each movement of your clashing skin..tugging you back, spanking your cheeks with each thrust and even when he decided to slide his thumb into your puckering hole. You’d release a shrill cry, whimpering and moaning. It didn’t take long to realize what he was doing and you immediately tried to stop him.

“Shit! Oh my God—fuck! Moveeee..gimme my phone.”

“Shut up..you want to post everything, post this.”

taunting you with that lens pointed at your face as he began fiercely fucking up into you. So much so, that your face meshed into the pillows. Trying to look away from the camera. Drool spilling from your mouth and your eyes completely dazed..not the most aesthetically pleasing position you’ve found yourself in nor did you want the rest of the world seeing..

“Show all your little followers how you take this dick. Let ‘em see you getting fucked like a slut. Since you wanna act like one.”

“Maybe I’ll show them how weak this lil’ stroke game is. Ain’t shut me up yet.”

“But you can’t stop fucking up my sheets. Stop lying.”

causing the two of you to begin laughing at the obvious truth. Which was far better than what was transpiring before.. “…shit..you got me.” eventually though, he’d save you from further embarrassment and let this sight be all for his own pleasure by tossing the phone aside. With your nails clawing into the sheets, (y/n) felt some semblance of control..somewhat able to gain leverage but soon, he’d take that away as well. Pulling your arms behind your back, he’d tug you up and continue drilling you from behind. Those sharp strokes were consistently hitting your core and soon enough, you were in the midst of another orgasm. Fluids puddling underneath you yet he gave you no leeway and just kept going. “Fuck..ion wanna fight with you anymore, princess. Your shit feels way too good for me to leave you alone.” Laughing as he reached underneath and massaged your clit to further increase that pressure. “Mmmph! Erennnn…I—“

it would seem that your pathetic moans had softened him just a bit because next thing you knew, he was leaning down to place kisses onto your shoulder blades and spine. “I know, baby..I know.” By now, he had you hooked into somewhat of a headlock position..almost as if he couldn’t make up his mind as to what he wanted to do with you. Perhaps that had something to do with him nearing his own climatic peak. You could feel that hard cock pulsating inside of you and soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, his tongue out and his chest heaving..he was close. So close that he couldn’t even pretend that he was angry with you any longer. There was no more of keeping up this silly charade that you were mad. You couldn’t give up so easily..not when there was no man on this earth you wanted more. But he did have one thing to say to you, something that he was determined to drill into your head. Grasping your hair, he’d grunt into your ear..

“You’re mine, baby..you can’t leave me, alright? Promise me you’re not going anywhere..”

“I—ahh! I’m not…I’m sorry—“

“I’m sorry too, mama. Fuck!”

gasping with all that you could muster. And only seconds later, you felt him halt in his tracks and that warm fluid flowing into your womb. Letting out an ear shattering grunt, Eren pumped that nut into you and didn’t miss a beat. That hot, white load dripping from your battered cunt for the brief moment that he pulled out to switch positions..the mood had obviously shifted and the two of you were no longer at each other's throats and were instead shoving your tongues in each other’s mouths. “C’mere..give me a kiss.” Moaning and practically yearning for the other’s touch. Those hard pulls and smacks had slowed to tender grasps and Eren so lovingly brushed your face before pulling your hand along to climb on top of him. You didn’t even have time to exchange words, just tangled limb in limb as you made out in a passionate haze…feeling up your skin with his hands roaming your back and yours caressing his face. Leaving tender, warm kisses that made him melt for you all over again. With his lip quivering and eyes all glossed over, he’d glare up at you..begging for you to slide it back in as he was becoming far more spent than he hoped to admit. Even so, you’d do exactly that and place your hands on his chest in the process. “Oh my God…” “Oooh, baby..yes.” the cries leaving your mouths simultaneously as you impaled yourself on that throbbing erection. That mushroom tip splitting open your puffy folds yet again and emitting droplets of cum as it slid in. You were already full but he was hoping to stuff you to the brim. Hell, maybe he would get you pregnant tonight because that was the type of mood he was in. “This dick feels so good..I need all of it..” so desperately admitting as your ass slowly collided with his pelvis. “Take it then, baby. It’s yours.” Rocking back and forth, slowly grinding..going up and down on that cock. It took a moment to center yourself; to gain your balance but once you did, you were riding him to kingdom come. Fucking every bit of those frustrations out of him. Leaving a puddle of creamy, pearlescent fluid all over the base of his pelvis. And needless to say, he was loving every second!

“Ride that shit..oh fuck..” grunting with his arms folded behind his head as he casually enjoyed your ‘talents’. Including making circular motions..bouncing up and down as you propel yourself on his cock. His thick girth stretches you out with each one. Eventually, your head would fall backwards and you’d find yourself practically howling his name whilst still clawing at his chest. You were making an absolute mess of him and Eren was losing his mind! It was as if you were a completely different woman right now. One determined to drain him dry and milk him for every last remnant of his nut. He couldn’t slow you down, stop or even halt you right now. All he could do was toss his own head back and knead his fingers into the flesh of your ass. He’d leave a few light smacks to serve as encouragement but you needed no help whatsoever. You were in control now…

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Baby..yes.” crying out with his legs trembling and toes curling underneath you. The grip that tight little cunt had on him was about to drive this man insane and into another nut. Panting and wailing with his hands clutching your waist. Just then, he’d prompt you to sit still and let him fuck up into you..each sharp thrust hitting that sensitive core and causing yet another stream of sweet juices to come trickling down your thighs and onto his lap. But before you even had a chance to recover, he’d pull you back down and continue drilling until..

“Eren! Fuck!..”

“I’m coming, baby! Let me come in it—“

and before the sentence was completed, you were all but stuffed yet again. Letting him throb and pulsate inside of you as he emptied his seed in your womb. The two of you were clearly spent and quite honestly possessed no more energy to be angry. It was blatantly obvious that you had obviously forgiven one another as well. He ever so gently touched the side of your face yet again and glared into those gorgeous eyes. You’d lay flat against his chest and let him massage your back as well. And it’s then that he noticed a warm, dampened spot on his pecs and he’d tilt your chin up to see you sobbing. The intensity of the orgasms and the moment itself had seemed to overwhelm you quite a bit..

“Hey, princess..c’mere.” Coddling you in his grasp and hugging you tightly. He’d even cradle a palmful of your hair in his fingers and kiss your temple once more. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

and the response to his question nearly broke his heart in half. “I’m sorry..I just realized I don’t want to lose you. Do you really hate me? I know I did some stupid shit but I didn’t mean it.” And Eren nearly burst into tears himself but instead cradled you close and murmured into your ear. “..(y/n)..baby no. I could never hate you, even if I tried my hardest. I love you so much. That’s why I get so crazy behind you. Because I know there’s no one I want more.” Suddenly, he’d cup your face between his palms and plant a loving kiss on your forehead. No matter how mad you may have been at one another before or even if you screamed your lungs out, there wasn’t anything in this world that could break you apart. He had spent his entire life searching for a woman like you and there was no way that he could give it up so easily. Taking your fingers into his own, he’d clasp your fingers together..

“Do you mean that?”

“Never meant anything more in my entire life. Listen, if you ever feel neglected by me..like I’m not doing right, tell me. Please..I just wanna be the best man I can for you. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel less than your worth, princess.”

which is all it took for you to fall apart. Sniffling into his chest, you’d let Eren rub your back until he was able to console you. The two of you would just lie there; soaking in the moment and reveling in each other’s essence. Darkness had set over the room, as nighttime har set and you realized just how long you had been at it. Breaking into a soft giggle, you’d turn your face back towards him and for a few minutes, you’d just slowly let your tongues clash..exchanging sloppy kisses and practically wanting to live in one another’s skin.

“Hey, why don’t we get up from here, go take a bath and order some food? How’s that sound for you?” All of it sounded absolutely perfect to you and without question, you’d accept. He just wanted to spend all the time getting close, holding and keeping you by his side. He’d take however long you two needed to get back to the way it was. No amount of albums, Instagram posts or anything else mattered more in this world.

than the love you two shared.

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lilmashae · 7 months

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cw: oral (f), unprotected sex, roommate!jake, pet-names, some plot sprinkled here and there, NOT PROOFREAD, smut (so 18+)

a/n: hi! if you're coming back to this post // revisiting and wondering, "is something different?" it is! i've decided that for longer fics (such as this one) i'll be using a larger font to contribute to the readers experience reading. thank you for the feedback everyone!

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"fuck, fuck, fuck! ah — r-right there,"

"yeah?"

"c'mon, c'mon... oh, fuck!"

you'd lost count — how long has it been? too long. how many girls have come in (and out) of his room in the last week? too many — jake must be insatiable, the 'hook-ups' must be never ending. never ending as in the loud "noise" would never end, and you'd never get any proper sleep.

"look who's finally awake!"

"go fuck yourself."

" 'ouch! that's no way to greet your favorite roommate."

"you're my only roommate, asshole."

"i know." jake hummed contently with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, and you scoffed, " 'you like hoeing around? don't you have any hobbies?"

" 'love it," he paused, "nope. 'don't think so."

nope? no? damn right, the way those girls scream and cry out, it's a sport — a work out, a job, even. several girls would come in and out of your shared apartment, each of them having a different reaction to your presence. jake's type seemed to vary, bimbos and uptight, good girls, drunken sorority bitches to gothic, edgy ones. you began to wonder if he'd just do anything to get his dick wet. "right, well, i have a date tonight."

"so?" resting his head in his hand, jake batted his eyelashes.

"so, 'place's mine." if you were paying him any attention, you would have noticed the pout spread on his lips. "but, y/nnie— " the nickname makes you sick, you roll your eyes. "no buts! tonight y/nnie's 'gonna get laid." mockingly, you reply in a condescending tone, "booping" his nose before waltzing back into your room.

it's not that you and jake didn't get along—you two wouldn't have moved in together if that was the case. but even in highschool, before you two began living together he always had a habit of picking up strangers. "you're too nice, jake." you told him one time while walking home and he shrugged. " 'you think so?" he watched you nod as the two of you strode alongside one another. "yeah." blatantly, you mumbled under your breath. you'd always remembered that evening—insignificant as it may be. and it may have been because later that night you swore you saw jake sneak out with some girl, a big smile on his face as he waved up to you from your window. all you could do was roll your eyes, but as you walked away from the window-seal and into your bed, you somewhat wished he'd call you to go out instead.

"jake..." you walked out of your room, searching around for the tall australian. "jake," you walked up to his door, knocking once. no answer. twice, still, no answer. a third time—the last time before barging into his room. "ja—are you serious?" you deadpan. "where are your clothes, don't you have somewhere to be?"

"you're so mean, y/n. it feels like you always want me gone." he sighs, one hand (holding a towel) tangled in his hair still drying it as he sits down. "no... but, as of now, yes... i have a date." your voice sounded a bit more whiny than you had intended. "a date, or a hook-up?" jake laughed, looking up at you from his seat. "oh please, you have girls over all the time. i think it's fine for me to get laid for once."

"so you want me to leave... so you can fuck some guy?" he pauses. "for once?"

"i don't know, jake. yeah, maybe." you cross your arms and pinch the bridge of your nose. "why'd i have to leave? you're always here when i—"

"that's not the point, that's different and you know it."

"how, 'you shy or something?" it's not that, of course you're not "shy". but you'd feel guilty getting off with jake in the other room—and, sure, you've done it before; you've listened to him fuck at least a hundred girls, wishing it was you. you've also listened to him whine and stroke his dick painfully slow, debating whether or not you should barge in and drop to your knees. "no, jake. i'm not shy." you pick a shirt up off of his floor throwing it at him, as it covers his head and he laughs. "i think you are." jake gets up, walking towards you with a smirk on his face.

"am not."

"are... too." he's closer.

"no, i'm not."

"no?"

"no."

"prove it." your breath hitches in your throat—your faces are inches apart, you can feel his breath on your lips. swallowing thickly, you pout. "how..?" it's more of a whisper, and you find yourself leaning allowing him to lean into your lips. "jake," one of your hands rest on his chest as he has you caged between his arms. "my date..." "cancel it, yeah?" he whispers against your lips, crashing into them. they're pillowy and soft—his lips are just how you imagined, plush and full. "mhm," a muffled moan escaped your mouth as you feel jake's hands travel down your body, one hand cupping your cheek and the other pawing at your side. when he finally pulls away the only thing connecting the two of you is a string of saliva. "you're a pretty good kisser." he huffs, chuckling and you nod. "yeah, you're not bad." you mutter and he pulls you back in, this time his tongue swipes over your bottom lip before entering your mouth.

the hand that was once gently cupping your cheek moved to roughly unbutton your pants as he picked you up. "ah!" a small yelp left through your lips as he lifted you up, feeling his bulge through the wet spot in your underwear only made you squirm and whine into the kiss. "s'sensitive, hm, baby?" "shut up..." he sits you down on his bed, kisses still trailing down your body: from your mouth, cheek, and your neck—wet, sticky trails of spit coated your collarbones and stomach by the time he reached your core. "jake, c'mon, please." you whimpered watching as he continued to tease you, playing with the waist of the thin fabric.

finally, the path of kisses lead to your hip and then right-over your clit (which made you shiver). " 'smell so good, y/n." his nose prods at your clit as he loops his fingers under the material to play with your arousal. " 'been waiting so long to taste..." and those are his final words before diving into your cunt—moaning into your heat as his tongue laps over your folds. "f-fuck! y-you've been, ah! 'been waiting, jakey?" and he hums, sending waves of pleasure throughout your abdomen—a sigh of relief when his lips latch onto you, sucking and drooling. but right when you feel the knot in your stomach about to snap—"shit," you hiss. "n-no, jake, please." he pulls away. "s'okay sweetheart, 'want you to cum 'round my cock, princess, 'kay?" nodding feverishly, you sat up straight puling your shirt over your head and pulling jake into you by his sweatpants. "someone's eager." he smiled against your lips and you nipped at his bottom lip, bruising the soft pink skin. "well i was planning to get laid," you pause, "for once." now you've done it—you've got him riled up, and the same for him.

he knew you could hear him every-night, fucking girl after girl, after all, your apartments walls are paper thin. jake just wondered how long it'd take, or if he'd have to lure you into his bed another way. any how, it was worth it, you were worth the effort—being able to claim your sweet cunt as his own, that was worth it.

"fuck, you're so tight... 'relax f'me, cutie." jake groaned in your ear aligning himself with your sopping hole before pushing in. "you're so perfect, fucking pretty..." he kissed away the tears streaming down your eyes. the way he jerked himself before dipping his tip into your slick drove you feral (and so did the sight of his pink leaking tip)—the stretch provided alone was enough to make you want to cum on his cock, but the way he praised you made you want to hold out. with each thrust jake hit deeper and deeper, causing you to moan wildly, "fuck, m-more, more, more!" and, "please... i can take it,"'s echoing off of his bedroom walls. you feel just as good as he imagined, all those nights he'd spend jerking off couldn't compare to this one bit. "fuck, i'm 'gonna cum if you squeeze me like that, y/n."

"do it! please, cum inside..." and that only pushes him to give you more. " 'such a good girl, y/n... fuck! 'made for my cock, 'want me to cum, make you my girl, for real?"

"yes, yes, please, your girl, jake!" the aching feeling in your lower-body is satisfied as copious spurts of white coat your insides. "s'warm..." you huff out and jake giggles. "i'm a pretty good fuck, right? 'fucked you dumb?" your arms wrap around him and you plant a chaste kiss on his lips. "shut up, don't ruin the moment."

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guidelines and disclaimers! this took me like 4 days... so too fucking long 😭 anyways she's cute i like her !! i'm sorry if it's a lil lengthy ml

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dilfl0v3rss · 11 months

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take it

summary: aran breaking your bad habit

cw: smutttt

word count: 1.8k

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it was a calm saturday night. you and aran were chilling on the couch in your own little worlds. the tv flashing constantly with different images as he played call of duty. face deep in concentration as he and who you assumed to be osamu and atsumu all spoke to each other through his mic. “you keep saying ‘push push’ but when we push we fucking die nigga. we not listening t’you no more tsumu.”

you were paying him no mind, leaning on the armrest as you sat with your feet facing him. phone in hand while tiktok videos played out loud in the living room. while you were scrolling, your attention was moved to a notification on the top of your screen.

emoni💋

twitter.com

look at this shit LMFAOOO

a smile crept to your face as you watched the video your friend sent you, trying your best not to bust out laughing in the middle of the living room.

LMFAOOO that’s definitely what she said😭

you continued to scroll through your twitter feed, watching and reading the comments on different posts, eventually getting bored. you thought to yourself “might as well add more to my collection” before making the stupid decision of going into your bookmarks.

your pussy thumped repeatedly in your shorts as you continued to torture yourself with watching video after video on some random homemade porn account. videos of this woman getting her shit tore up left and right. letting her lover do whatever it was that he desired while on camera. in a way it reminded you of how aran would do you. when’s the last time y’all had sex anyway?

your phone was discarded on the armrest as you began to crawl your way to aran’s side of the couch. it was normal that you’d want to cuddle during times like these so he had no problem with you straddling his lap while he continued his game. “you tired?” he asked, but you ignored him. slowly grinding your soaked shorts onto his print. you kept your face in the crook of his neck to keep him from seeing how desperate you looked right now.

aran was just about finish playing his game anyways, mic muted as he laid his controller next to him. the game was still on the home screen since osamu wanted to take a break for some snacks and atsumu wanted to go roll up. aran’s large hands gripped your ass, rubbing and spreading it until he felt your pussy leaking through the shorts on his fingertips. you moved your hips faster to try to distract him, but he was quick. holding your hips still before whispering in your ear.

“easy baby. ian even do nun so why you so wet like this?” his deep voice rumbled through his chest as he awaited your reply. now where you going to really tell your boyfriend that you got horny from watching porn? absolutely not, so you lied. “jus love you so much” you whined, trying your best to get the slightest bit of friction as he continued to hold your hips. aran was very observant, sadly, and he could already tell you were watching porn just by how you kept rubbing your thighs together while looking through the videos on your phone.

you grabbing your earphones didn’t help either, obviously doing so because you didn’t want him to hear. the icing on the cake was your damn glasses. the reflection clear as day every time he glanced in your direction to check on you. he could see every position the man had his wife in. every slap he brought to her ass as well as every time you moved your thumb to add a video to your bookmarks. it was only a matter of time before you came to him so he can fix your little “problem”.

“i love you more, but why you lying t’me?” he lightly pulled your head back before leaning over to grab your phone from the armrest. your horny ass didn’t even turn it off, the video still playing over and over again as he brought the screen to your face. “horny lil thing” he mumbled before abruptly moving you off of him. while he started pulling his sweats down you got the memo to do the same. shorts discarded on the floor as you sat in nothing but his shirt. “this what you want right?” he groaned. large hand stroking his length to life. “y-yea”

“then take it.”

your body moved on its own, quickly straddling him again before lining him up with your entrance. pretty brown eyes slowly rolling back as you sunk down on top of him. inch by thick inch of his long dick rubbing fluently against your tight walls. “fuckk” you moaned as you bottomed out on him. aran watched each of your pretty face expressions, holding a light smirk as he waited for you to start bouncing. “cmon mama. this your dick”

you eagerly got started, bouncing your pretty ass up and down as you caressed the nape of his neck. aran picked up his controller, closing up the game before opening netflix and putting on a show. he knew eventually you’d get tired and ask for his help, but he had other things in mind tonight.

you weren’t a lazy lover, but it’s been brought to his attention that you’ve been a little spoiled lately. you never really did anything for long before you’re complaining bout how tired you were and how he needed to help you. whether it be riding him or throwing it back. aran was sick of this behavior since sometimes it’d be you coming to him begging for some dick then barely even working for it. just laying under him or letting him fuck you from the bottom. he wasn’t going to let that happen tonight though. if you wanted this dick he wasn’t going to just keep giving it to you how you wanted, you were going to have to take it on your own.

it was only about ten minutes into the show where your pace slowed down almost to a stop. hips grinding on him as you whined in his ear. “i-i can’t” “yea you can mama. you gon have to if you wanna cum cause ian helping” you moved your head from his neck, staring him in the eyes with a sad expression on your face. aran could tell you were asking “why?” without even having to hear you say it. “daddy’s tired, but you can do it on your own, right pretty? can make yourself feel good without my help”

you shook your head at this. aran knew your body like the back of his hand, dick always touching places in you that you didn’t even know where there. you knew how to ride him, but it was much different from when he would help you. and you’d get so tireddd. you didn’t have time for that, huffing as you replied to him. “s’not gonna be as good without your help. i cant-”

“sh sh sh. ion wanna hear nun. get that nut on your own.” he didn’t want to hear your excuse. hands lightly gripping and tapping your ass. you sighed, starting back up to a slow pace. ass clapping repeatedly on his thighs as he continued to watch the show as if you weren’t there.

after about ten minutes, your legs began to feel as if they were on fire, tears flooding your eyes as you cried over aran’s shoulder. “p-please baby, i can’t d-do it on my ownnn” your salty tears were wetting up the back of the couch as you were grinding your hips down in his dick. no more energy in your legs for you to keep bouncing. “please fuck me” voice small as your crying quieted down to just sniffles and hiccups. aran didn’t realize how much he’s spoiled you until now, but he didn’t care.

“keep bouncing ma” was all he said, brown eyes glued to the tv, paying you no mind as you started crying and whining again. “s’not fairrr.” you stopped your hips completely, seated on his dick fully as you gave him a defiant look. aran looked down at your petty action, smirking before sliding his hand to your neck. his palm pressed against your throat as he lightly began to squeeze it. the next thing you knew, your face was snatched closer to his, ear right by his mouth as he spoke deeply. “keep bouncing that ass on me princess. if you stop before i tell you to, we gon have a problem y’hear me?”

your pussy instantly began to soak on his dick. his words making butterflies go wild in your stomach as you felt him release your neck and place both of his palms back on your ass. caressing and skin before helping give you a few warmup bounces before letting you continue the action on your own. you kept your pace slow, trying to save energy so you didn’t tire yourself out quickly. he didn’t mind this, liking the feeling of your wet walls slowly gripping and moving against his dick. his tattooed hands rubbing all over your back and ass while he kept encouraging you to keep going.

“uhh huhh jus like that princess”

“see? s’not that hard is it?”

“making daddy feel so good right now”

the praises made things easier, ass bouncing a little harder as you quickened your pace. aran’s bored and uninterested act broken as you listened to him moan under you, hips stagnant as he let you take whatever you needed from him. you started moving your hips in circles as you kept bouncing, dick hitting your sweet spot as moans flew from your lips as well. “feel s-so good shittt” you moaned as your wetness began to trickle down his shaft. your were tired as hell, but you knew if you tried to stop you’d get in trouble. deciding to stay on his good side tonight and pushing yourself to bounce even harder.

aran’s head flew back, adams apple bared to you as he roughly bit his lip. just the sight of him made your pussy flutter, bringing you closer to your climax as you picked up your pace again. you bounced quickly, chasing your orgasm as aran’s grip on your ass tightened. “there you go ma. take what you need. love when you listen t’me” his words pushed you over the edge.

you gave him three more hard bounces before your pussy began leaking all over the cushion. body spasming as his dick was fully soaked. you breathed heavily, try to catch your breath over him before you moved to get off. his big rough palms stooped you. inked hands gripping tight on your thighs. “wha-”

“you not done yet pretty, help daddy cum next.”

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gossip girl · pt. xv

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! hope you enjoy this part, it's longer than usual! once again thank you so much for interacting and supporting this!!🤍

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the sadness kicked in when the jet rose above the clouds. max had been on your mind for hours and the words he had said replayed for the thousandth time in your head. leaving a fight unsolved was not the best decision, you were aware of that, but you needed to see everything from a different perspective before you could talk it out with max. going back home with jolie seemed the best option. three days, that was the time you had until max would be back in monaco. three days to make sure your ideas were clear before seeing him again, three days to decide what you wanted.

jolie's blue eyes starred into yours as she listened to you as you explained what had happened last night. she was sat in front of you, paying attention to your words as she drank the caramel macchiato she had order earlier.

"i never thought max would be the jealous type". jolie said.

"i don't think he is". you replied. "i don't want to justify his actions, but i think he was on the edge, just as i was".

"right, but he should have handled it in a different way. he should have approached you when you were talking with charles, get you alone and calmly tell you he wanted to spend time with you. but no, he chose to go off afterwards, accusing you of some nasty stuff you haven't done and ignoring the fact you had told him you loved him for the very first time".

"yeah, that shit hurt".

"do you? truly love him?". jolie asked. "you had doubts before, right?".

"i do, yes". you replied. "i think i had a hard time understanding that love doesn't need to feel the same way as it did before".

"what do you mean?".

"i kept it comparing to when i dated charles and it felt so different that i simply thought i wasn't in love with max". you explained. "for me, loving charles was figuring out who i was while holding his hand. it was new, i felt a thrill with every single step we took. we didn't knew what was coming next, but we knew we were in it together. from the first kiss to the last goodbye, every single memory is sacred, because i never had felt the way i did, because it was our first time".

"and with max?".

"max is confident, he knows exactly what he wants". you replied. "it has always been me the one who has had doubts, or at least that was what i thought. i didn't feel the thrill i did with charles and it isn't necessarily a bad thing. for me, it was delicate. i didn't know if i was ready for a relationship and my head was a mess with everything that happening with charles and léa. i kept thinking if what was happening between us was okay, if i could date an another formula one driver after my previous relationship and how would that affect him. but he never wavered and he patently waited by the side as i decided what i wanted".

"and now do you still have doubts?".

"i'd be lying if i said i don't". you confessed. "after what happened last night, i feel like we're losing sight of us. charles is always going to be there, not only because i want him there, but because it's inevitable. like, fuck, they work together and we all live in the same city. if max's not okay with that, we have a problem. we still need to talk about this properly and i need to know what exactly bothers him, but i don't want to lose charles, not again".

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it had been a couple of days since the walls of your old apartment had been painted, yet the smell still lingered. during the past years, it had been rented as you were living abroad, but last month, when the tenants had notified you they were leaving, you had decided to move back in.

the phone ringtone loudly played in the living room. as you approached it, you could see charles' name written on the screen. subconsciously you smiled as you picked it up.

"hey". you said.

"hi, y/n". you heard his voice through the phone. "how are you?".

"good, fixing some stuff in my apartment". you replied. "and you? are you back in monaco?".

"yeah, actually that's the reason why i'm calling you. i was wondering if you wanted to do something together. do you want to come over? we can order some food, watch a movie...".

"why don't you come over to mine instead? i need a hand with organizing my things".

"i'll be there in fifteen".

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charles arrived on time, holding two take-out coffees in his hands. he was wearing a basic white tee beneath a black blazer that matched the black trousers that fit him perfectly. he looked elegant. before giving you a long hug, he placed the cups on the dining table.

"how are you?

"good, good". you replied. "i had a little fight with max, but it's nothing".

"actually, i had already been told that you were having problems with max". he confessed. "that's why i called you, i wanted to make sure you were okay".

"oh, and who told you?".

"arthur". charles replied and you shook your head.

"i'm gonna kill jolie". you replied and charles chuckled. "she can't keep a secret, can she?".

"well, that's nothing new". he said. "do you wanna talk about it?".

"it seems bigger than what it actually is. we're still talking to each other. i just came earlier back home because i wanted some time alone to think, but it's not like the relationship is over". you explained.

"i understand". he said and he took a sip of his coffee. "but what happened?".

"it was a stupid fight, we were drunk and things were blown out of proportion. we'll get through it". you briefly explained. "and what about you? what did léa want?".

"another chance". he answered. "but i'm not sure if i want to get back together. we have agreed to meet again, go to a few dates to see if there's still something to fight for. i am still not sure if that's a good idea, but we have to try, otherwise we will never know".

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charles sat on the ground, in front of him was a cardboard box that he was unpacking. he had been helping you for an hour, organizing your dresses and putting them in the closet, as you asked him to. the cardboard box he was now inspecting contained stuff you had treasured over the years, from the plushie your dad had bought you when you were younger, to the pictures of you had took when you were abroad. carefully, charles had placed every thing in the drawers they belonged to.

"you were the cutest when you were a baby". he commented as you heard him go through a photo album.

"sadly mom dressed me like i was a clown".

"that's not true".

"keep looking, i'm sure i'll prove my point".

"oh, wow, look what i found!". charles said and you turned around.

"oh my god". you breathed out as you saw the red ferrari cap on charles' hands.

"y/n, thank you for being by side. i love you forever, charles". he read out the text that was written in permanent marker on the cap. "isn't this the one i gave you when i won in monza?".

"yeah, god, i remember i couldn't stop crying that day". you explained as you sat down next to him. "i was so proud of you".

"i still get goosebumps just thinking about it".

"the crowd was insane, everyone was celebrating it".

"it's funny because i don't even remember the crowd going wild, i only could see you". he confessed, playing with the cap with his fingers. "i remember you standing there in your red dress, how you looked at me when i was standing on the podium..".

"charles-".

"and your words kept playing my head telling me how proud you were, that you loved me, and my heart felt so full i don't think i have ever experienced anything like this again".

"it was indeed a magical moment".

"it was, but what i mean to say is, fuck, i wish i was good putting these feelings into words, but i've always thought racing was my life and then i realized i would drop it in a second if you asked me to. winning didn't make sense if you weren't around to celebrate, losing wasn't bad if at the end of the day you were there to hold my hand".

"charles-".

"you were the one that made everything make sense, the reason why i kept going every single time. then i knew the only thing i ever needed was you".

charles' green eyes stared into yours as the silence filled the room. the sound of your heartbeat racing was too loud to ignore and the feelings that had invaded your body way too strong to dismiss. your hands softly grabbed his face as you pulled him closer. he placed his hands on your hips and his fingers grabbed tightly the fabric of your dress. with his nose touching yours, you closed your eyes.

"are you sure?". charles whispered.

"yes".

charles lips crashed into yours, making your skin burn and your breath stop. he did not hesitate to deepen the kiss as soon as you kissed him back. it was desperate and messy, one of his hands was placed on the back of your head as the other remained on your hips. you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. and, although you knew it was wrong, you could not stop. all the feelings you had felt when you were in love with him came alive again.

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Keep Your Religion

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 7630

Warnings: 18+ only. Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall!

Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

A/N: Can you believe I finished another fic? Neither can I. It was about time for another Wolffe fic so here you go my lovely humans. I hope you enjoy. Comments are always always always appreciated so let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. I do apologize that I'm not tagging, it hasn't been working for some reason since post editor changed permanently to this new looking editor. I'll try to figure it out I swear! P.S. this is the second of hopefully many more submissions for @clonexreaderbingo

Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it.

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention.

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple.

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier.

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight.

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again.

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them.

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention.

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond.

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you.

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight.

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you.

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own.

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off.

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you.

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine.

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him.

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence.

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear.

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer.

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well.

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features.

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission.

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately.

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse.

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him.

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch,

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you.

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation.

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter.

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts.

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long.

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence.

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place.

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most.

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him.

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again.

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands.

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease.

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you.

What a night it was.

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss.

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question.

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion.

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak.

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight.

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch.

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously.

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you.

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had.

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry.

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better.

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind.

Even from the beginning.

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace.

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do.

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment.

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze.

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating.

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.”

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong.

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away.

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do.

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught.

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed.

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done.

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight.

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you.

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break.

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya.

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby.

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders.

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him.

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission.

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name.

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him.

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm.

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed.

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes.

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine.

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next.

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between.

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body.

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger.

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery.

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only.

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you.

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly.

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes.

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you.

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name.

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression.

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you.

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship.

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him.

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt.

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began.

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips.

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt.

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long.

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder.

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form.

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets.

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses.

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances.

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining.

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear.

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge.

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you.

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought.

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got.

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more.

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you.

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago.

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being.

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his.

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him.

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later.

But for now, he was adamant on showing you his own.

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IMAGINE… CAPTURING THE ATTENTION OF NEW YORK’S MOST POWERFUL MOB BOSS; AND HE PLANS TO MAKE YOU HIS

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It’s cruel to watch you, knowing that this is your last rehearsal with the girls. After this, the doors will promise an opening night to remember. But if you’ve given any hints, you don’t exactly intend on seeing it.

And for Bucky, that is just plain torture for him. Over the past three months, you have been working your pretty arse off creating a whole show routine, expertly weaving the backbone of the club’s entertainment and allocating the playlist to fit the atmosphere Bucky and his club managers wanted.

Lounging in the VIP section, a raised loft that oversaw the club’s dance floor, stage and regulars bar, Bucky still cannot take his eyes off of you. Why of all nights did you have to go racing off to another job so soon? He had paid you generously, far more than any hired choreographer could ever dream of, and yet that still didn’t seem enough to convince you. He hovers like a shadow, leaning to the dark steel railing, his ring-lined fingers drum against the dark steel as he contemplates his next move.

He barely pays any mind to his captains who take their place in the sleek, refined office that are the booths, sipping at their drinks and chatting about the club’s interests and rates. Shit that he tunes out. He can’t focus on anything when you move like that, your body arching this way and that; sinful and cause for impossible. But you prove him wrong. There are many positions he’s fantasised taking you in mid rehearsal.

Your body is pulled into the music itself. A process many seem to struggle with, but for you, it’s as easy as breathing. At first, it’d been a gamble of who to hire for the job, and now Bucky cannot dream of regretting choosing you. Renowned as a star dancer, you’re credited with awards from around the globe, in solos, duos and exceeding the numbers. Competition after competition, your name became well known.

But there is a line in your record, as Bucky had his men find, and though the exact details are still unknown to him, it’s given him an indicator that something hit rock bottom. Some time afterwards, however, you resurfaced as a dance choreographer.

And if you were still the best of the best, then he’d take you for the job. But now, he wants you for good. Dressed to the nines in outfits he’s spent on all his cards, riding to events together and having the envy of every man and woman’s eyes upon you. Hell, he’s already contemplated the venue and diamond ring.

“Chins forward, eyes open,” you call in correction, gaze set straight ahead of you in the midst of a spinning twirl before planting your heeled stiletto hard into the stage floor with a resounding boom.

Bucky’s eyes trail then upwards, the dark colour of your pantyhose hiding your skin that he’s desperate to bruise and leave his fingerprints on. His fingers curl harshly into the railing while his eyes continue to admire while simultaneously undress you, your body hugged in a very form-admiring bodysuit.

Dropping down low with the girls following suit, your hips move on beat with the music, grinding into the floor. That, of all moves, is when you make the grave mistake in glancing up at a striking pair of blue eyes, dark in their passionate longing and so bright you’re quick to force your eyes away.

But not before you flashed him a toothy smile. A smile that kills him every time. Heat rushes through your veins and rises higher into the surface of your skin, in your core it feels electric with pulsating need, but you carry on with the routine, to save face from what Bucky Barnes did to you. Unbeknownst to you at this moment of what you did to the mob boss, he groans at the tightness surrounding his clothed cock as you rock your hips back and forth, suggestive in your choreographed manner. But so dismissive in how it affects him greatly and his ability to conduct business.

No. You can’t let yourself fall into that sort of mess again. Focus. Rolling onto your back, your back arches so beautifully off the floor, it almost has Bucky gasping. The pointed pink of his tongue’s tip darts out to wet his lips.

Completely and utterly mesmerised by your rhythm, he growls like a feral animal when Steve’s voice interjects his still continuing list of how he plans to ruin you and save you.

Now at the end of your routine, you wave for Torres to cut the music and your shoulders fall heavily with an exerted sigh. “Good work, girls,” you applaud with your friendly smile, clapping for their efforts. The girls in turn repay your praise with bashful smiles and compliments of your mentorship.

You had this way with people, and especially those under your study, you were kind and playful but remained an air of professionalism to ensure your students or your time wasn’t wasted.

Bucky feels his skin crawl and his heart drop a thousand yards into his stomach. From the lavish watch strapped to his wrist, he inspects the time. End of rehearsal. End of your contract with him.

“Well, they learnt from the best.” Your head turns fast, vision momentarily blurred, there again is that feeling - that spell - he has you under as he saunters down the stairs and towards the stage where you stood, hands pressed idly into your hips.

His tongue runs over his teeth, groaning inwardly as his eyes sink and rise in study of your entire form. He could see you being his queen. You’ve a powerful stance, that much he can see, and you possess a quality that has the attention of anyone and everyone on you. A commanding presence.

“You’re too kind, Mr. Barnes.” Your cheeks redden more. Praise from your clients always makes your heart flutter with adoration and joy. For them to express their gratitude in the ways they do, it’s good to know you have succeeded in your job.

But when Bucky praises you, you become a giddy girl that gushes and yearns to hear more. He sees the way your face shifts to reflect that professionalism, all to hide the reality of what he does to you; what he could do to you if you just gave him the chance.

“I could be much kinder, Doll.” His voice has lowered into a velvety purr, the callous massage of his fingers shoot a blaze of electricity through the thin fabric of your pantyhose and into your skin like ice, a simple touch over your calf, teasing you further as his palm encloses around you as well, sliding up and down gently. Despite your position above him, a sight he’ll never grow tired off, his up-tilted chin reaches level with your stomach. He sees the inner turmoil of conflict flash in your eyes, a battle he’s sure he can win if he plays his cards just right.

“VIP access tonight to start?”

You scoff, shaking your head. But the furrow in your brows betrays your true, raw disappointment. You can’t hide it. Not from him. “I can’t. I have an early flight tomorrow.”

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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Best friend!Bang Chan × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You love your boyfriend Minho, but lately your best friend has been on your mind.

Warnings: Cheating, Chan is a tiny bit manipulative, Car Sex? (That should be all, sorry if I missed anything!)

A/N: This might might, be the last of Chan's birthday posts. I have one more that I prepared awhile ago but I might save it. Who knows lol. I hope that you enjoy! I'm trying to start writing again and it's been hard so I'm sorry if this is a bit rough 😅

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“Tell me again why we're parked in an abandoned parking lot at 4:26 am.” Chan asks quizzically. I sighed, running my hands over my face.

“I needed someone to vent to.” My gaze stays fixed on my lap, I don’t know if I can look at him, I don’t know what I’ll do when his eyes meet mine. He’s my best friend and I know I can tell him anything, hell, he picked up the phone in the middle of the night and came running to me. So I know that I can trust him but right now the thought of looking him in the eye with these thoughts running through my head is dizzying.

“Well I'm here, start when you want.” He leans forward, crossing his arms and resting them on top of the steering wheel. I run my hands through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts.

“Okay so, uh, Minho came home early tonight and he surprised me with this really cute home date and ya know… we had sex and it was good, really it was, but I just don’t feel… I haven’t been feeling…” My heart is beating a mile a minute, Chan and I are extremely close and we talk about our sex lives all the time but this time it’s different.

“Unsatisfied?” Chan asks with an eyebrow raised. I nod my head, thankful that he finished the sentence for me. Talking about Minho behind his back feels so wrong but I suppose it’s not as wrong as what I plan to confess next.

“Yeah, unsatisfied and I've been… thinking of someone else.” I swallow hard as I play with the zipper of my hoodie, desperate to pay attention to anything but the look on Chan’s face. I know him, I know that he’s looking at me with semi wide interested eyes and he’s waiting for me to look back at him but I just can’t.

“Who do you think about?” If I were in a hospital right now the nurses would go crazy because I am almost certain that my heart stopped, exploded even. I knew that he’d ask me that question but hearing it actually come out of his mouth sets off a whole new type of panic. Should I tell him the truth? I’m in a relationship, a beautiful and loving one at that, I shouldn’t go around confessing these things. But on the other hand, the thought of my fantasy coming true is too inviting to ignore. It’s now or never and I choose now.

“Well, it depends on the day. It could be Hyunjin, Seungmin, but… I mostly think of you. I guess it’s because of our connection or some shit like that, I don't know” My nerves got to me half way through my confession, shit, he must think I’m fucking with him. The silence around us lasted far too long for my liking, causing me to look over at the man in the driver's seat. His eyebrows were slightly raised and there was a red tint to the tips of his ears but other than that he seemed completely cool and collected.

“Okay, uh, you think about me in what way? Like, do you daydream about me and kind of dissociate from Minho or do you pretend that he's me?” His brows knit together briefly before relaxing again. He shifts in his seat, leaning back completely and bringing his crossed arms to rest over his chest. He’s clearly trying not to show the effect that my confession has on him.

“I imagine that he's you, that his hands are yours and that you’re the one fucking me, it's better when I pretend.” I look back down at my lap as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks.

“Do you come faster? More intensely?” My head jolts up quickly and my eye’s find his immediately, the look of disbelief written all over my features makes Chan grin. He chuckles a bit and that's when I realize that he's messing with me. I sigh dramatically, relaxing into my seat before flashing my middle finger in his direction.

“Fuck you, don’t taunt me.” He smiles wider, looking down at his lap.

“I just want to know for my own personal records.” He licks his lips before looking back up at me “It's fun hearing what I do to you.”

At this point I’m sure that my brown skin is as red as a rose. Why did he have to look at me like that? Is he trying to ruin me?

“I called you because I need to vent.” I remind him as I turn to look out of the passenger window, anything to avoid his gaze for a second.

“Sorry sorry, continue.” I clear my throat and unzip my hoodie just a bit, is it getting hot in here? Why does his car suddenly feel so small?

“He falls asleep after sex all the time, I mean how could I blame him? Three rounds every night for four or five days a week is a lot on top of working and all of the other stuff that he does in a day. But no matter how many times we do it I’m still not satisfied afterwards, I watch porn and use my vibrator on the bathroom floor, every time.”

“Did you do that tonight?” His eyebrows knit together in curiosity, I open my mouth to try to answer him but when I look back in his direction I get distracted by the sight of his strong arms. He leaned back in his seat a bit more than he was a minute ago, his fingers intertwined and tucked behind his head giving me the perfect view of his biceps and everything that matches it.

“No, I called you instead. I just needed to talk to someone. I feel like I'm going crazy, I keep wanting more and more sex. This can’t be normal.” Chan chuckles lightly and I can’t help but to roll my eyes. Is he even taking this seriously?

“Well either you're a sex addict or you aren't satisfied because you want someone else. In this case that person would be me.” He moves his hands from behind his head and rests them in his lap lazily.

“So, what? I fuck you and it goes away? If anything I'll keep wanting it.” I scoff, shaking my head in an attempt to erase the thoughts.

“You'll never know unless you try.” My eyes meet his quickly, I open my mouth to reply but no words make sense in my head. Is he serious? He’s messing with me… right?

“I couldn't cheat on… I can't.”

“Haven't you already though? Thinking of another man inside of you while he is? Imagining that you're with me.. your best friend. If he were thinking of someone else while he fucked you would you call that cheating?” I turn away from him as if I'm physically trying to run away from his words. This is all too much to handle. The man that I can’t stop thinking about is basically offering himself to me. But I can’t do that to Minho, he’s been nothing but good to me for all of these years, he’s loving and attractive and he shares all of my values… but so does Chan and right now my best friend has one up on my boyfriend when it comes to intimacy. Is this really worth it? Is sex really worth potentially ruining my relationship to start a new one with Chan?

“I'm single, Y/n, if I screw you no one will care. But you, you're in a relationship. If we fuck you'll either feel guilty and confess everything to him or you'll feel so amazing that you'll call me at 4 am every night, The choice is yours.” Silence surrounds us and it almost feels heavy on my skin. What should I do next? I could tell him to take me home or I could get in the backseat and let him fuck me until I’m satisfied. I glance over at Chan to find that he’s already looking at me, his relaxed gaze is raking over my frame slowly but that’s not what did it. It was the way he licked his lips as his eyes met mine, like he could already taste me. Like he already had me.

“Fuck it.” I blurt out, making up my mind all at once. It’s like every system in my brain shut off at once. I'm not really even thinking anymore, every move is now driven by desire. “Let me see your dick.”

I maintain eye contact so that he knows that I’m serious. A smirk plays upon his lips and his eyebrows raise instantly.

“That escalated quickly.” He chuckles and I try my best to hide my giddy grin, Am I really doing this? Maybe I can take it back?

“Show me.” Chan takes a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his sweats before giving me a glance. I can tell what he’s trying to say with his eyes, he’s asking me if I’m sure about this and to be honest that answer is no, I’m anything but sure. All I know is that part of me is desperate to see if he really has this effect on me or if it’s all in my head. I nod to him and without another word he lowers the hem of his gray sweatpants and his cock springs up, resting against his clothed stomach.

Fuck what I said before, I don’t want to take it back. The mere sight of his dick, makes my mouth water. It takes every ounce of control that I have in my body not to lean forward and take him in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel him, to use him.

“No underwear?” I tease with a smile and he shrugs.

��You said it was an emergency, I rushed over to you. Threw on the first thing I could find.”

“Mm maybe that's a sign.” He furrows his brows slightly as he watches me with curious eyes. I unzipped my hoodie completely, revealing the lingerie that I had put on for Minho tonight and never changed out of.

“Fuck.” Chan says in a breathy sigh, bringing his hand up to his cock.

“Is it still cheating if I don't touch you?” I slip off my silk sleep shorts and turn my body towards Chan so that my back is against the passenger door. I open my legs to give him a full view of my cunt, reaching down to spread my arousal over my folds.

“You’re so fucking pretty, babygirl” His tone is a bit deeper than before, the soft and playful tone replaced with a deep and husky one. He holds his hand out towards me and I nearly moan at the words that follow.

“Get it wet for me?” A low hum vibrates from my throat as I lean forward, pursing my lips and spitting into his palm. He coos at me, a quiet ‘good girl’ leaving his lips as he watches me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes his hand back and spreads my spit over his leaking tip mixing my saliva with his pre-cum. Slowly, his eyes trail down my body until they fix on my dripping pussy. He slowly starts to stroke himself, exhaling heavily when he rubs over his tip.

“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” At this point the only thing going through my head is Chan. He’s all I can remember, all that I want, all that I need. I feel drunk off of the sight of him sitting across from me, cheeks flushed and his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock. How could I possibly want to do anything but please this man?

I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly through parted lips, my eyes stay trained on him as I slowly trail my hand from my neck to my stomach. I watch his expression as he grows a bit impatient from my teasing, his dark gaze warning me to give him what he asked for.

“Does it look like I want you to tease me, baby?” The tone of his voice sends chills down my spine, his words are breathy and challenging and it makes me hungry for more. What would he do to me if I kept teasing? How would he punish me?

“Why would I give you what you want right away?” I run my fingers along my inner thighs, smiling at him as his gaze drops from my eyes to my core, watching my hand carefully. “That would be boring.”

“Touch yourself or I'll do it for you.” A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine him getting impatient with me and taking control, using his long fingers to fuck me. Why do I feel drunk off of that thought? It hasn’t even happened and yet I feel like I’m on cloud 9.

“Fuck.” I hiss as I run my fingers between my folds brushing against my clit and circling it. Chan strokes himself a bit faster as he watches me, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

“Put a finger inside.” He looks up from my cunt and my eyes follow his meeting for a second. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for something, anything, him. “Pretend that it’s me”

He nearly sounds like he’s pleading me to do it, like he’s desperate to see how I fuck myself. Desperate to see what the thought of him does to me. I nod, slowly obeying his command and slipping my middle finger deep into my cunt.

“Oh fuck.” My back arches up off of the passenger door once I start fucking myself, increasing the pace gradually as I start to become desperate for more. I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit, trying to add as much stimulation as possible. He watches in awe as my hips buck into my hand a bit.

“Add another.” I quickly obey his command, adding my ring finger inside, eliciting a groan of pleasure to fall from my parted lips. I try my best to keep my eyes open, I want to watch him, I need to watch him. His strokes are much faster now, small grunts and sighs leaving his parted lips, his head thrown back in ecstasy. I take in the way that his jaw clenched as he builds himself closer to the edge, his right leg slightly bouncing, it's a masterpiece that I wish I could become a part of.

“Chan.” His name passes my lips in a breathy moan and he looks over at me as he strokes the head of his dick, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sensation. “I need you so badly.”

“Your choice.” He groans out as he throws his head back again squeezing his eyes shut. “ Better make up your mind, I’m so close, babygirl.”

I sigh heavily as I try my best to fight the urge to climb over and ride him until I pass out. I focus on my own pleasure again, Imagining that it’s Chan rubbing tight circles on my clit while his long fingers reach spots that I didn’t even know existed. I imagine that it’s him bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I wish it was him. The wet sounds of Chan stroking his cock mix with my moans as we both draw closer to the edge. I watch his hand as he pleasures himself, I wonder if he’s imagining that, that’s me. I wonder if he feels that same way. Does he touch himself to the thought of me at night? Thinking of all of the times that we were play fighting and his fingers grazed my bare skin, all of the tight hugs that we shared, my chest pressed up against him. Does he think about me?

“Shit, oh my god” I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back at the thought of him wanting me just as much as I want him, maybe even more.

“Fucking cum for me, babygirl.” Chan groans “I'm so fucking close for you.”

Those words alone throw me over the edge, one of my fantasies is coming true right in front of my eyes.

“Oh my- I'm gonna..” Before I could get another word out my orgasm rushed over me, breathtaking and mind fogging. I clamped my legs shut and arched my back off of the car door. My moans filled the space around us but I couldn’t hear them, the pleasure was deafening.

“Fuck, Y/n.” My name fell off of his tongue in a sweet moan and my pussy clenched at the sound of it, sending another wave of euphoria through me. “Oh shit, I'm cumming.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his strokes becoming shorter but still just as fast. A rush of adrenaline hit me and suddenly my vision changed. I felt like a rabid animal who was desperate for food. Suddenly, I forgot about everything that was looming over my head. All of my thoughts about Minho and saving our relationship were gone. All that I could think of was pleasure and I was absolutely driven by it, so much so that after the first stream of cum came leaking from Chan’s tip I leaned forward, getting on my knees in the passenger seat and running my tongue up his length. He moved his hand quickly, clearly surprised by my sudden confidence. I licked up to the head of his cock and then took the rest of his length down my throat. His seed spilled into my mouth in warm and delicious spurts, painting my throat with his sticky arousal. Every bit of him tasted like heaven and in this moment I swear that I would do anything that anybody asks as long as I get to stay here. As long as I get to feel him.

“Y/n” His hand lightly lays on the back of my head, stroking my hair slightly. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I bob my head a couple of times, milking his arousal from him until I’m sure that I’ve got every last drop. Once he’s come down from his high I sit up, releasing his cock from my mouth with a faint ‘pop’ and licking my lips. I sit back into my seat, settling in a bit while we watch each other. Chan’s chest is rising and falling heavily and there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, once he seem to have composed himself a little the tiniest chuckle falls from his lips as he begins to tuck himself back into his sweatpants

“Do you think that fulfilled your lust for me?”

“Not even close.”

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Promise?

summary: In a different universe that Logan’s contract wasn’t extended.

pairing: logan sarge x reader

warnings: angst 😕

next part

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

It was obvious, it was obvious from the start that he wouldn’t last a year in Formula One. Everyone knew that. Everyone knew he was the laughing stock of F1.

Was it fair? No, certainly not. But he also needed to prove his worth, unfortunately for the two of you he couldn’t.

You knew something was wrong when summer break hit, he was more down, less talkative, not smiling as much.

He wasn’t acting like your Logan, your Logan who would make horrible Dad jokes but love them, your Logan who always needed lemonade, your Logan whose eyes would twinkle when he smiled and laughed. No, he was completely different.

“Hey baby, is everything alright?” You ask softly one night, it was after dinner, you two were sat on the couch with a movie playing, you weren’t paying much attention, you think it was a random Marvel movie.

Logan looks up at you with a smile on his face that seems off somehow, it was obvious to you it was fake.

“Everything’s fine, babe. I just have a lot going on with the team right now.”

He reaches over to gently squeeze your hand, then quickly retracts his hand back to his lap, resuming scrolling and typing on his phone.

Something was really wrong, that was the first time you guys had remotely held hands in days, you haven’t hugged, or cuddled, or even kissed.

“Logan- baby, I know something’s wrong, please talk to me..I’m here for you..” You say a bit more desperately, wanting Logan to truly open up.

Logan continues to give you a fake smile with a reassuring tone.

“I swear, everything’s fine! I’d come to you first if it was anything serious.”

He sighs and places down his phone, leaning back. His voice sounds more tired than normal which you found to be strange since he didn’t have anything scheduled for the evening.

“Logan..” You say, tone wavering, “I’m not stupid, I know you stay up scrolling through endless hate posts and comments, I know you stay up thinking what you did wrong with Formula One, just please talk to me..”

The smile completely fades. Logan was silent for a bit. He never really expressed himself like this, especially when it comes to negative thoughts. He finally spoke.

“Honestly, I’ve felt like I’m not good enough. I’m working so hard to be a decent driver, but nothing is happening. I know James won’t extend my contract, I don’t deserve it”

Logan’s voice seemed more tired than before. It was really rare to see him in such a vulnerable state, especially to you.

“And- and I want to deserve you, but I can’t right now. You’re too good to me and I don’t deserve that, I’m a shit boyfriend and a shit driver, I’m ruining everything I touch” He says, voice breaking as he finally looks into your eyes, showing fear and shame.

“With how everything is going- with my career, one of us is going to end up with a broken heart…” He adds on, letting out a deep breath.

You immediately notice how much pain you could feel in his voice, he always seemed to cover up his emotions with humor and playfulness.

“No. We’re supposed to support each other, no matter what.” You say with a worried expression, reaching your hands out to grab his, but he only pulls away.

“Logan- baby please, you never give up, I know you, this isn’t like you, please Logan! We can work this out, you could go into Indy or- or something different..” You say desperately, voice breaking as tears start to well up in your eyes.

“No Y/n, you can’t save everyone! I love you- I love you so much, but I don’t want to bring you down…I’m at the lowest point of my life and I don’t want to drag down the only thing I love too” Logan says, getting up and off of the couch as he now stands in front of you, tears forming in his eyes as he fights back the breaking in his voice.

You start to feel a sharp pain in your chest as you see all the emotions running through his eyes. Logan never acted this way, and you’re surprised that in these moments, he would be the first to break out.

Logan walks a few feet in front of you, with his back towards you. You can hear the pain in his voice, the pain of a broken man. It’s something you never thought to see, and it’s something that hurts you greatly to see him like this.

“No- please no, no, please Logan..” You sob out, tears starting to fall down your face as you fully register the severity of the situation.

“Please baby, I don’t care what happens I want- I need to stay by your side..” You whisper out, eyes full of desperation and sadness.

Logan turns around, seeing your tears and he steps closer to you. You immediately see the desperation in his eyes, as he reaches his hands out and gently grabs you around the waist. His eyes seem to fill with tears as he pulls you close to him, he holds you against his chest as the pain in his voice is only drowned out by his crying.

“I’m sorry” is all he says, his voice broken and shaky.

“You deserve someone better, someone stable, someone more successful, who doesn’t screw up, I’m so sorry Y/n, I’m sorry baby..” He whispers out shakily.

You grasp at his shirt as you both cry into each others arms. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know what to do.

What were you supposed to do? Maybe you two could fix it- that’s what you hoped, but deep down you knew that wouldn’t happen.

“Can I kiss you one last time..?” You ask, barely pulling away from him to look into his eyes.

Logan wipes some of your tears, giving you a soft smile he finally responds with a whisper, “Please..”

He cups your face in his hands, gently tracing the outline of your face. His eyes look at you so loving, yet so regretful.

He pulls you back in for one last kiss, it feels as if he’s never kissed you as passionately before. You feel his body tremble, and you’re sure you are too.

You both slowly pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, letting out a slow breath.

“I’ll always love you. Remember that” Logan whispers out.

“Just promise me, we’ll find a way back to each other, please Log..” You say softly, looking back into his eyes again once more, trying to search out his emotions.

Logan wipes the tears away and nods again.

"I promise. I will find a way back to you, no matter what."

He wipes away the remaining tears on your cheeks, taking a deep breath, and leaning into you for another kiss. This time it feels more passionate and intimate, as if saying a goodbye for good, at least for now.

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radio 🪩: I’m sorry. I cried. That’s all.

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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You Won’t Remember This

Pairing: Bodyguard!Matsukawa Issei x Reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

CW: language. tracking app used. drinking, partying. grinding, unwanted groping. kinda implied size kink? kinda dry humping?

Part Two of I Would-With No Question-Protect You With My Life

You hate him. Matsukawa that is. It isn’t that he’s a terrible person or anything like that. He’s not. He’s perfect. The perfect fucking bodyguard. And you hate it.

In just two weeks of being your bodyguard, you’ve already tried to put him through the ringer. In just two weeks he’s already taken more of your shit than any other bodyguard of yours had previously been able to handle. You’d disappeared on him, flirted with him, intentionally put yourself in harm’s way. You were all but throwing yourself at him, trying to get him to break, to quit, something. You were trying to test his limits, you wanted a reaction. The man didn’t even crack. He took everything you gave him in stride, an eye roll and a grumble was all he gave.

You hated him. And you hated that he was incredibly respectable too. Ignoring all your taunting. He protected you in the most miniscule ways, mundane things that he did without a second thought. He followed the goddamn sidewalk rule for god’s sake. You would be trying to balance along the curb, teetering on the edge of dander and his hand was there, encompassing your hip and drawing you to walk on the inside of the sidewalk while he took the position closer to the street. And his hands. His goddamn hands. You seemed to bump into them more than the edges and corners of things you usually did.

The worst part was-it was like he was doing it all without thinking. Like it was an instinct. You would look over at him every time he did something to protect you and he wouldn’t even be paying you any mind. Completely engaged in something else. It frustrated you to no end.

Usually you would save the tactic of completely ditching them for your last resort. You had resorted to using it on day four with Matsukawa. You’d disappeared during an event, intent on meeting up with your friends at a nearby bar. You thought you’d been successful, only to see him walk into your bar and realize that he’d downloaded a tracker app to your phone. You’d rambled and ranted about how that was entirely unnecessary, only to disappear again the next day. He’d found you again. You had deleted the app but had forgotten your tendency to post your outings on your socials. But he knew all your spots too. It was like he’d been studying you. Like he was an expert in you.

It took you nearly two weeks to finally lose him for more than two hours. Which brought you to today.

You had disappeared last night, never going home, instead finding yourself out on a binge with your friends. You hadn’t been sober all day, and had once again found yourself at a bar with your friends after the sun had set.

It was crowded in the bar and you’d found yourself pressed between your friends, laughing when the entrance caught your eye. You groaned as you saw Matsukawa enter the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd until they locked on you. He glared slightly when he saw you make your way to the bar, grabbing another drink, still downing it when he finally made his way to you.

“Hey Matsukawa.” You couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you took in how annoyed he looked. Jaw set stern as he looked down at you, anger radiating off his muscled form. Really nice muscles if you did say so yourself. You let your eyes wander down expanse of his crossed arms until his voice drew your attention again.

“Where were you last night?” He asked, voice sending a shock through your chest. He sounded slightly worried, like he actually cared.

You faltered for a second before laughing it off. You waved down the bartender for another drink, turning away from Matsukawa to lean on the bar as you replied. “Been out, busy, having fun.” You sent him a sideways glance to watch his irritation grow, the response making a giddy feeling fill you up.

“Hey!” He snapped, snatching the drink from the bartender before it got you you. You rolled your eyes as you looked over at him. “Y/n. You know you’re not supposed to leave without me.”

You scoffed at that, your smirk growing a bit as you grabbed your drink back from him. “See, but you’re no fun, have a little fun, Mattsun.” You turned the thought over in your head, stepping away from the counter you had to rebalance yourself quickly. The counter made it easier for you to pretend like you were more sober than you were, but the way your vision was spinning gave away just how drunk you were. “I have an idea.” You giggled as you tipped your glass against your lips.

“No.” He answered immediately, before you even got the chance to say your idea.

You pouted at him, hand finding his wrist and trying to tug him closer to the crowd with you. “You haven’t even heard my idea yet, Mattsun.” You quickly downed the drink in your hand and dropped it on the counter as you stepped backwards.

His arm stretched across the space between the two of you, his body refusing to move towards yours. "That look in your eyes means nothing good."

You wiped the pout off your face and smirked instead. “Just want ya to come and dance with me Mattsun.” The nickname kept rolling off your lips, something that you’d only ever heard your driver and your brother call him. He had to stop himself from watching the way your lips formed the word.

He sighed, rolling his eyes at your incessant tugging, slurred pleas leaving your lips between giggles. “You can stay.” It was your first sign of weakness from him, the first crack, he gave in just a little. “I’m not dancing with you.” You took it. Laughing, you migrated back to your friends, pressing yourself against one of them quickly.

It was easy, normal even, to dance against your friends in the bar like this. Grinding against their bodies slightly as the alcohol flooded your veins. You might have been overdoing it this time, however, but the thought never truly crossed your mind. Your eyes kept flicking over to Matsukawa. He had migrated away from the bar and towards the wall, leaning against it, arms crossed and jaw set in stone.

He wouldn’t take his eyes off you. Couldn’t even if he wanted to. Your skirt was short, the sides cut out, it barely covered anything and neither did your shirt, barely covering your chest and leaving your back exposed. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. You’d caught the eyes of many around you, some were your friends and some were strangers.

Your friends kept bringing you drinks and he sincerely wanted them to stop, but he was picking his battles. His current battle was not walking over and ripping you away from everyone else to take you home. You kept locking eyes with him, like you were now, while pressed against a man he didn’t recognize.

The man behind you had his hands on your hips, just above the cut outs in your skirt, fingers lingering close to the strings that held the front and back of your skirt together. You refused to look away from Matsukawa, your eyes lingering on the flex of his muscles as he watched you grind your hips against the man behind you who was clearly excited to have you there.

You stopped minding the man behind you, not even feeling his breath fanning against your neck as you watched Matsukawa’s eyes rake your form. They were watching how your hips moved, but his willpower was too strong to give in to the temptation you gave him as you tried to beckon him over. You’d almost forgotten that the man was behind you until his fingers dipped into the cuts of your skirt.

Matsukawa watched as your eyes widened, your concentration on him breaking as you tried to swat at the stranger’s hands. He nearly growled when the man behind you pulled you closer instead of letting you go. Kicking off the wall, Matsukawa quickly pushed through the crowd and beelined to you where you were snapping at the man behind you.

“I swear to god, take your hands off me. Now.” Your nails were scraping against his wrists.

Matsukawa just barely caught the man behind you laughing as the words slurred out of his lips. "Do you think I’m scared of a woman?" The man asked, just before you watched Matsukawa’s hand grab the stranger’s arm in an unforgiving grip.

You were quick to slink behind Matsukawa’s frame, his body hiding yours as his grip bruised your assailant. “You should be scared of me.” Your mouth parted slightly, hating the fuzzy feeling that grew in your stomach at the way Matsukawa growled out the threat. Your eyes widened as you realized that a brief thought had crossed your mind, shaking your head free of it, the dizziness coming back as you tuned out the men in front of you.

When Matsukawa released the man and shooed him off, his intention was to turn and grab you, to take you home. But as he turned, he realized that you were already gone. He groaned as he caught sight of you, now halfway across the room, tipping another glass against your lips as one of your friends encouraged you towards the stage.

You were laughing as you climbed on the stage. He glared as you leaned towards the pianist who was playing music for the bar. You whispered quickly in the man’s ear, a song request and smiled when the man cut his song short and picked up a new beat.

Matsukawa began to push his way through the crowd again, but the crowd was denser closer to the stage. Especially now, since there was something to watch. Two of your friends had joined you on stage and were encouraging you to dance. Your hands in your hair, your clothes revealing more skin as you swung your hips on stage to the song.

Matsukawa groaned in irritation as he finally made it to the edge of the stage. It took everything in himself to pry his eyes off your hips. He swallowed the lump in his throat when he finally caught your eye. You smirked as you beckoned him up with one finger only to have him shake his head, denying you. You shrugged and laughed as he looked worriedly around at all of the eyes on you up there.

He rolled his eyes when you turned your back on him again, crawling your way onto the piano to lay down. You laughed as people in the crowd whooped and hollered, encouraging you. You threw a few flirty glances at the crowd before locking eyes with Matsukawa. He looked so serious in the crowd you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched him. You kept your eyes on him as you arched your back off the piano, taking pride in the way that he seemed to tense more and his eyes raked down your body.

The song was over much too quickly for your liking, but you were laughing nonetheless when your friends came off the stage with you. You were giggling still when Matsukawa reached you, taking your new glass out of your hands as your friends were talking about going to another bar. You were about to agree to the plan when Matsukawa cut you off.

"Actually, we're leaving early, we have something to get to." His words were said in a definitive tone, one that you didn’t pick up right away through your drunken haze.

“What?” You shook your head, "no we don't-” you caught his pointed glance and groaned, “oh, okay fine.” You sighed and turned back to your friends. “I'll call you guys later." You were giggly as you said your goodbyes, pointing your steps towards the door, trying to get there before Matsukawa did, your irritation at him growing. You weren’t quite done partying but if he wanted you to leave your friends, you would do just that.

“Y/n, where are you going?” You rolled your eyes, your steps stuttering as you traveled away from the bar.

You cursed as you nearly fell, catching yourself on the wall. “Fuck off, Matsukawa.” You called back, shrieking slightly when you realized that he was next to you.

“Take off your heels.” He instructed, only for you to swat his hands away when he reached for you. He rolled his eyes when you tried to push away from him, falling only to be barely caught in time by him.

You whined as he lifted you easily into his arms, one tucking under your legs as the other wrapped your waist. Your face flushing hot as you felt his arms tighten around your form. “Wh-what are you doing!”

“I’m carrying you home.” You pushed at his arms, trying to get out of his grip and he rolled his eyes at you again. It was easy for him to manhandle your body, tossing you over his shoulder as he started to walk, his large hand covering the back of your thighs easily.

Your eyes widened as you clamped your thighs together, the rush of heat flooding into your core, embarrassing you. "Put me down!" You protested as you slammed your hands against his back, watching the ground under you move as he carried you towards where you assumed his car was.

He sighed and you could feel his hair brush against the skin of your hip as he shook his head at you. "Would you quit beating me up!" You froze and whined lightly when his hands roughly grabbed each of your upper thighs, unintentionally letting his fingers tuck themselves between them. Your whole body was hot by the time he dropped you down in the front seat of his car. Your brain fuzzy and all-consumed by him as he shut your door and rounded to his own side.

Your next idea you would definitely come to regret. If you were sober, the idea would have stayed an idea, but when Matsukawa leaned over you and buckled your seatbelt, you unintentionally leaned closer to him. “Don’t be mad at me Mattsun.” You pouted, watching as he refused to look at you, jaw set as he started the car and began to drive. “Where are we going?” You giggled, leaning across the center console as you tried to drag your hand against his chest.

He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away from himself and shove it back on your side. “Stop.” He pushed the words out through clenched teeth and you pouted at him. “I’m taking you home.”

You giggled a little, smiling as you watched your hand find his bicep again. “You can take me to bed if you want.” He sighed and glanced at you quickly, taking in your glazed over eyes and your bitten lips as you raked your gaze down his form.

“God I can’t let your parents see you like this.” You were giggling and trying to rub down his arm but he just stared straight ahead. When he stopped at the next light, he was quick to remove your hands, putting them and your upper body completely back onto your side of the car.

“Why are you so mad at me?” You asked quietly, another pout settling into your features.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He snapped, turning away from you again to face the road as he drove. “What you’re doing is fucking dangerous. Why would you do it?” He growled and you tilted your head in confusion, wondering why he was so worked up when none of your other bodyguards had ever cared like that. “Do you know how many fucking people would kill to touch you?”

He was still talking but you’d lost your focus, people would kill to touch you. You were staring at the way his hands tightened around the wheel of the car. You didn’t even notice the way you but your lip, his hands made the wheel seem small but really, they were just so big. Everything about him was big, actually. Your eyes flicked down slightly and you clenched your thighs a bit, you would bet everything about him was big…

You moved your hand toward him again but he caught it before you could touch him. You took the chance to keep his hand in your grasp. He let you keep it, placating your apparent need to touch him as he tried to drive. You turned his hand over in your grip, fingers tracing the lines along his large palm. You were entranced by it, tuning out his voice. Your hands moved on your own, pressing your palm against his to compare the size difference between the two.

“And what about you, Mattsun?” You glanced back up at him, missing the way he quickly jerked his head to face front again, having stopped his talking to watch the way you fit his hand against your own. He cleared his throat roughly, waiting for you to clarify yourself. “Do you want to touch me?”

Matsukawa swore he stopped breathing for a second, his eyes flicking momentarily to the way you looked up at him from across the car. His lips formed the word before he had the chance to stop it. “Yes.” It was an admission he spoke like a guilty man. One that he knew he would never make if he wasn’t nearly certain that you wouldn’t remember this night when you woke up in the morning.

The confession, however, made a smile grow on your lips, your hands dragging his down to rest on your bare thigh. “You can touch me if you want.” You enticed, parting your legs and trying to pull his hand between them.

He was quick to pull it out of your grasp and place it back on the wheel, a safe place for him to have it. “Not like this.” It was a mumble that you could barely make out, and his lack of action confused you.

You were still trying to get his attention back when he pulled into a parking lot that you didn’t recognize. The building was a little run down and you realized, as Matsukawa got out of the car, that this must have been where his apartment was. “Look Mattsun, we’re already at your place.” You whined as he guided you into the elevator, pressing the third floor. You had attached your body to his arm, your words slurring more than they had been at the beginning of your drive. “You can just take me to bed, Mattsun. I want you to.”

He was trying not to look at you, blatantly ignoring the way that you were staring up at him, begging him to touch you. He denied your request again, watched as the doors opened and guided you down the hall towards his apartment door.

“Do you not want me?” Your voice was smaller now, insecurity creeping into your words as your steps faltered, watching him slip his key into the lock.

He sighed and his movements were blurry when you suddenly found yourself pressed between him and the door. Your chin was gripped in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes and your breath hitched, you hadn’t been this close to him since the kiss you’d shared two weeks prior.

“Let me make myself very clear.” You swallowed hard as you focused on him, his face perfectly clear with how close he was, despite your otherwise blurry vision. “Are you listening?” You nodded the best you could in his grip. “Don’t mistake my inaction as a lack of desire.” You blinked and missed the way his eyes flicked to your lips briefly. “I want you so badly it pains me, but I want you to want me.” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “I want you to want me sober.” You subconsciously flicked your eyes back and forth between the two of his. “You’re trashed right now, you’ll forget all of this by tomorrow.” He sighed, his grip on your chin loosening slightly but neither of you moved yet. “And the first time I touch you,” he let his eyes drag down your body and you could feel yourself shrinking under his gaze, your skin heating up with the way he seemed to eat you alive with his eyes, “I want you to remember it.” You tried and failed to suppress the whimper that clawed its way out of your throat. “I want you to remember every touch, every feeling, every word and sound that leaves my lips.” His lips, you were staring at them now, less than an inch away from your own and dangerously enticing.

You could feel yourself leaning towards him, wanting to connect your lips, but the wall behind you fell away. You gasped as he caught you again, guiding you through the now open door and walking into his apartment. “Mattsun.” You whined, your confidence restored as you tugged on his arm.

“You can have the room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He wouldn’t even look at you as he sat down on the couch to take off his shoes.

Your hands were on his shoulders in a moment, pushing them back against the couch as you swung your leg over him, settling yourself onto his lap. His hands instinctively found your hips, pulling you into a safer position without thinking. Your hands, however, were busy dragging your top off of your frame. You smiled when you watched the blush creep up his cheeks at the sight of your body. He quickly turned his face away from you. “Please Mattsun, just touch me.” You were whining and trying to grab his face so he would look at you again, liking the way your body felt under his eyes.

“You’re drunk.” He whispered, his cheeks hot against the palms of your hands. He struggled to keep in his groan when your hips ground down on him. He squeezed his eyes shut and his grip on your hips tightened. “This is a bad idea, you need to stop.”

You huffed in annoyance and let go of his face, your hands coming to his and dragging them to where the bottom of your skirt had ridden up. “Mattsun,” your voice was whiny and slurring as you ground against him again, a small moan leaving your mouth when the friction felt just right, “want you so bad.” You heard his breath hitch and could feel him harden under you as his eyes zoned in on where his fingers were against your skin.

“God,” he mumbled, the realization hitting that you had spent the whole night without any panties under your too-short skirt. His chest rose and fell heavily as he became entranced by the movement of your hips. “You need to stop.” His voice seemed dazed, strained as he fought against the last bit of his self-restraint.

“Wa-” you whined a bit, your nails digging painfully into his biceps, “want you in me Mattsun.” He squeezed his eyes shut again, his jaw and hands clenching as he tried to ignore the pleasure sparking through his body as you rutted against him. “You can have me. However you want me.”

He let out a string of curses as he felt his pants get tighter, dangerously close to cumming in his pants, something he’d yet to have ever done. “You know where I want you?” You hummed, your eyes rolled back a little from pleasure, a smile on your face thinking you’d won. "I want you riiight here." You squeaked when his grip returned to your hips and you were suddenly removed from his lap and sat down on the couch. Your eyes flew open and your vision cleared to see him now standing above you, a clear bulge in his pants and a heavy blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. "As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of." It was a promise he knew he would break, but with the way you both were panting, he couldn’t bear to say anything else.

You looked up at him and he had to look away, he swore he could almost see your heart breaking in your eyes. “Mattsun,” you started quietly, your arms coming up to cover your chest defensively. He didn’t let you finish before walking towards his bathroom, needing a breath away from you and the temptation he almost couldn’t fight.

a/n i’m obsessed with him. thnx

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yoshida-chiyo · 5 months

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"let me take care of you"

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, bdsm dynamics, domination, use of lube, strong language

word count: approx. ~500

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As soon as he entered the room, Heeseung knew he was in for a wild night. You had been teasing him all day with suggestive texts and photos. Although he had been trying to play it cool and act unfazed, he couldn't deny the growing anticipation in his stomach.

You were sitting on the bed, dressed in one of his button-up shirts and a pair of lacy black panties. Your hair was in a messy bun, and a mischievous smile played on your lips.

'Hey, sweetheart,' Heeseung greeted, already feeling his heart race.

'Hey, baby,' you purred, patting the spot beside her on the bed. 'Come here.'

Heeseung eagerly walked over to her and sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on you. He could feel the heat already radiating off of you, and it only made him want you more.

You leaned in to kiss him but pulled back at the last second, leaving him breathless and wanting. 'I want you to lay down and let me take care of you tonight,' you said, your voice low and seductive.

Heeseung didn't need to be told twice. He lay back on the bed as you crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and sending shivers down his spine.

You began kissing down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake. Heeseung could feel himself getting turned on already, his body responding to your touch.

'Fuck, baby,' he cursed, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

You smiled against his skin, knowing you had him right where you wanted. You continued to leave a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping to pay special attention to his sensitive nipples.

Heeseung moaned and arched his back, his hands running through your hair. 'Please, don't tease me,' he begged.

You chuckled and sat up, straddling his hips. You leaned down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, your hands running up and down his chest and causing him to shudder with pleasure.

As you kissed, Heeseung could feel himself getting lost in the sensation. He knew you were purposely trying to overstimulate him, and he couldn't help but love every minute of it.

You pulled away from the kiss and sat up, a mischievous glint in your eye. 'I want to try something new tonight,' you said, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a small bottle of lube.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow but didn't protest as you poured a generous amount onto your hand. You began stroking him slowly, your eyes locked on his.

'Shit,' Heeseung moaned, his body responding instantly to your touch.

You continued to stroke him, increasing the pace and pressure. Heeseung could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Just as he was about to come, you stopped and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

'Tell me, who makes you feel this good?' you asked, your voice dripping with seduction.

'You do,' Heeseung moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.

You smiled and leaned back up to kiss him, your hand still stroking him slowly and expertly. Heeseung could feel himself getting lost in the sensation, his mind foggy with pleasure.

With one final stroke, he cried out and came, his body shaking with the intensity of it. You continued to stroke him until he was spent, then you leaned down to kiss him again, your hands running through his hair.

'You're amazing,' Heeseung whispered against your lips.

'So are you, baby,' you replied, a satisfied smile on your face.

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potatomountain · 1 year

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“That’s My Spot”

Nonidol!Yunho x reader (afab) nsfw

Synopsis: A double date with your best friend Yunho leads to something more.

genre: Best friend to lovers, smut, slight angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: possessiveness/jealousy, smut of the penetrative kind. no condoms were used- don't be silly wrap your willy. Creampie, oral(receiving), fingering- some manhandling, and a bit rough. everything is consensual cuz consent is king.

[The below picture(s) inspired this as well as my moot @hwaightme ] also- HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! posting this early as a treat for you all <3

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After your last relationship you were pretty terrified to get back into the dating scene, but over two years single and one night stands weren’t cutting it, even if it was every few months at least. That’s why you had accepted your latest offer of a date, from the barista at one of your favorite cafe’s, but not without a catch: you asked for a double date.

Really you were just too scared to go on said date alone and had begged your best friend to accept the offer and go with you, which your date was okay with. Even found had a friend who was willing to join in the blind date. The whole situation was awkward, but the simple fact Yunho was going to be there made it a whole lot less awkward for you.

It was a dinner, Yunho having picked you up from your apartment so that you would actually be on time to the restaurant. It was nicer than the ones you would normally go to, so you opted for a dress while Yunho even wore a grey suit jacket over a white button up- you opted for not looking at his pants, just noting they were slacks, as something about him being all dressed up had your stomach tightening anxiously.

You didn’t know it was worse for Yunho. More often than not the two of you were more like bros, wearing casual clothes, sweats, or even pajamas in each other’s presence; so seeing you dolled up and in a dress that rode up mid thigh, your fingers playing with the hem in his passenger seat, had drove him crazy. But not as much as the fact that despite you looking so beautiful, sexy even, in his car, it wasn’t for him.

His silence for the car ride hadn’t helped your nerves and your constant fidgeting hadn’t helped his, so by the time you arrived at the restaurant and met your respective dates, both of you were on high alert with anxiety. Yunho was the tallest of the four of you, even your date had to tilt his head back just a bit to look up at him during introductions. He wasn’t unattractive, neither was the friend he brought, but Yunho thought you put her to shame. She had recently bleached hair, and wearing a black dress cut too low for his liking unlike yours that gave a modest peak but was still enough.

He figured she would at least be a good fuck, so he wasn’t coming out of this empty handed, but he found out rather quickly he didn’t give two shits about sleeping with her, in fact he already forgot her name by the time the four of you were seated. Your date, Taehyung, had his attention more.

All because he sat to your left, which had always- always - been Yunho’s spot since the two of you met back in grade school. He always sat to your left, but somehow he was across the table from you, the blonde sitting to his right and paying him no mind.

By the time food actually got there, you seemed to be the only one paying any attention to him at all, playing matchmaker with him and the blonde while you would go red at Taehyung’s shy flirtations. Yunho opted to stay quiet, noting the way the blonde next to him was clearly interested in your date but he wasn’t giving her as much attention as he was you. Really, he should be glad a guy was interested in you and making you gush like a preteen school girl in a way he hadn’t seen since, well, school- but the fact of the matter was, he wasn’t.

He had to accept the truth that he wanted to be the one making you flustered and hide behind your water; that he wanted to be the one you were on a date with, that you dressed up for... he wanted to be yours. Yunho was ready to call it a

night, because while he wanted that, he was your best friend first, and while that didn’t curb his anger, he could get it out in other ways.

He turned to the blonde, drinking his coke slowly as he had caught her sneering at you, both you and your date oblivious. Now that- that he wasn’t going to tolerate, and perhaps he should’ve. “I don’t appreciate you glaring at my friend; I’m your date, not him.” He also could’ve said it better, but too late now.

His jab had gotten your attention and in turn Taehyung. Both of you looked to the blonde in confusion while Yunho put his glass down. Blondie’s cheeks were bright red, glaring at him now. Taehyung called out to her, asking for an explanation in a far more gentle tone than Yunho would have used.

“She’s just not even that pretty! Giggling like a damn idiot over every little thing you say.” Instead of dropping it, the blonde just seemed to dig her grave further.

Yunho wasn’t about to let some strange bimbo insult you and dictate who you were good enough for, so he stood slowly, pulling his wallet out and placing enough cash on the table to cover yours and his meal plus some. “We’re leaving, you two have some talking to do.”

“We? Yunho?” You looked up at him, eyes wide and teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. It was a nervous habit of yours he knew well, but currently he couldn’t be bothered to try and ease your discomfort. “Why?”

“I just said why. This chick clearly wishes she was in your spot right now-” look who is talking, hypocritically of you huh? He mentally chastised himself, motioning between the two and taking note of how Taehyung had softened towards the blonde at his words. “I’m not going to stick around and watch, so either we can leave now or you can meet me in the car when you’re done.” He fixed you with a look that seemed rather impassive or void of emotion as he gripped the table and leaned forward a bit.

You had never seen him fix you with a look like that before, but your body reacted immediately, stomach twisting and thighs pressing together. He had been watching you most of the night, which you had been aware of, and truthfully it had been his eyes on you that had you flustered most of the night. Taehyung was nice, sweet and charming even, but you had noticed he seemed to be trying to hard. Now that he was practically staring at the blonde with doe eyes you realized he had been trying to do the same thing you had been doing: trying not to get flustered over someone who wasn’t your date.

Neither the blonde or Taehyung protested as Yunho urged once more with a lift of his brow. “Are you coming?”

“Yes sir.” You squeaked out, quickly rising to your feet as embarrassment flooded you; where had the ‘Sir’ come from? Well, you didn’t seem to care where it did, only that it made Yunho’s gaze darken and burn on you even more before he was walking pass you, grabbing your left wrist and tugging you along. He was a bit rough, and it was a struggle to keep up with his long strides, but you didn’t protest.

You had never seen Yunho like this, worked up in some way, but it was hot.

By the time you were sitting in the passenger seat again, your brain finally caught up with the realization that your underwear wasn’t dry any more, and it had nothing to do with the man you left in the restaurant.

And everything to do with the man sitting on the other side of the car, gripping the steering wheel, but not starting the car. “Yunho?” Slowly you turned to him, biting down once more on your lip when you noticed veins in his hands practically bulging from his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes on the dash. “Yunho say something... you’re worrying me.”

It occured to you he was angry, but at what you had no idea. Or well, you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and figure it out as it was still trying to process that from the moment you saw Yunho at your front door you had wanted him to be your date, and not just because you wanted him sexually, which was a whole lot to process there. You knew he was attractive, liked the fact his size made you feel safe and secure like a giant teddy bear, but now you couldn’t stop thinking about what else he could do with that size- and what else was big.

Funny how now that the figurative dam of your emotions broke, your incessant need for him was at the forefront, dominating every part of you. At least until your stomach began to twist with a growing fear that is. Yunho had finally started the car, driving a bit quicker than he normally would and he was already a somewhat scary driver.

You were tense in the passenger seat, fidgeting with the hem of your dress and shifting your legs often, making it harder for yunho to find the right words to speak. Every time he thought he could speak up and apologize or something, you were shift in his peripheral and all thoughts would be gone aside from ones he definitely should not be having of his best friend. How would your thighs look slightly bruised from his hands? Or better yet wrapped around his face, or around his waist.

Every time your tongue would slip out to ease your swollen lip after biting on it, he would wonder how it would look running up his cock. He gripped the wheel tighter the whole way to your apartment, pulling up and parking after a silent drive. He had been too wrapped up in his thoughts not to notice the way your eyes shone with unshed tears.

He just needed to look in your direction, which he wouldn’t, not until you were leaning over the center console and tugging on his jacket, too anxious to leave the car without a response from him. Now that you realized your feelings you hope you didn’t just ruin your friendship as well. “Please don’t be mad at me Yunho, I’m really sorry this was a shitty date- I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”

You would have continued to apologize if he didn’t grit out your name through clenched teeth. “I’m not mad- just go inside.” It took everything in Yunho to say those words, silently cursing himself knowing that he definitely did sound angry. He wasn’t, fuck he wasn’t, he just couldn’t look at you without having the urge to do something stupid. You had wanted to date that guy tonight, Yunho wasn’t even an option on your radar and yet you were now the only option for him.

“Liar! Yunho-” You whined, tugging on his jacket more until he pulled away. You were fighting off tears, and the underlying voice in your mind that was admiring how attractive he was with a clenched jaw and a death grip on the steering wheel. Even though you were parked and the car was off, he didn’t move an inch from his spot, as if ready to drive off the moment you stepped out; so you refused to leave the car. “What was it? Was it the blonde? Or Taehyung? Are you upset that I’m a big idiot for going on such a date ‘cause I am-” You started to ramble out apologies, each one ticking off Yunho even more.

When you sat back, once more playing with the hem of your dress even more panicked then before, he snapped. Quickly he got out of the car, slamming the door before quickly striding around to your door. You visibly sank further into the seat when he pulled the door open, a whimper leaving your lips as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up and out with a gentleness Yunho was surprised he could even manage right now.

The second he saw tears running down your face, another apology spilling from your reddened lips, he boxed you in against the frame of the car, unable to stay quiet for much longer. “He was in my spot-” Before you could even process what the words met, his lips were on yours, a pleased groan rumbling the back of his throat as he finally got a taste of you.

He had every intention of pulling away, of apologizing for his lack of control, but you kissed him back- and all reason left him. He pressed closer, large hands moving to your waist to hold you still as he pinned you with his body, allowing you to feel the strain in his pants that had been a constant problem the entire ride from the restaurant. He loved how small you were beneath him like this, the feel of your hands gripping at his jacket to pull him closer despite how close he already was, his knee pushing your thighs apart and riding up until he could feel your heat on the fabric of his thigh.

He cursed, pulling his lips from yours with a heavy pant as they moved along your jawline. “Tell me to stop- fuck, tell me no. I have been trying to tell myself the whole ride- no since I first saw you in this fucking dress- so tell me no so I can stop.” His words were low, guttural, ending as heated pants against your earlobe.

Your hands lifted up to wrap around his neck, your hips moving to grind yourself against his thigh, effectively wetting the fabric with the wet lace of your own underwear. The second his lips had been on yours all of your anxiety and worry had melted away, the need for this man resurfacing with a vengeance once more. “What if I don’t want you to stop Yuyu?” Definitely not when the simple touches, his body pressed against yours like this, made you feel so good you didn't want to stop any time soon- or ever.

He groaned from the use of your nickname for him, his grip tightening for just a moment, pulling you along his thigh to give you the friction your body seemed to be craving. He bit down just under your ear, pleased with the soft moan that spilled from your swollen lips. “I’m claiming my spot then-”

Again, before you could ask, he was picking you up in his arms, making your straddle his waist as he shut the car door, locking it with the fob before he headed to your apartment, your small purse in his free hand while the other held your rear and kept your dangerously close against him.

With every step the bulge in his pants moved against your clothed core, teasing the both of you incessantly. Unfortunately for you, the elevator ride held a couple of other tenants coming home from work, so you buried your head in shame into the crook of Yunho’s neck and hoped the other tenants wouldnt ask.

When they looked a few too many times, Yunho however gave them an answer that had you fidgeting against him, warmth pooling in your belly. “My girlfriend had too much to drink is all.”

His girlfriend.

Yunho liked saying it as much as you liked hearing it, and after what he was going to do to you he would make it very clear that is what you are now. No other person to take on dates or dress up for other than him.

The two of you got off before the last tenant, and he found his familiar way to your apartment door, only then setting you down. Your legs were shaky, and there were bite marks on Yunho’s nape now from where you had to bite back moans whenever he would rub against you just right that the urge to buck your own hips was unbearable. However you managed to make it to your apartment without dry humping him was lost on you.

Of course, the moment your feet were on the ground, your need for him had you rushing your actions, getting the keys out of your bag and fiddling with the door as Yunho held your waist from behind, kissing along your neck and leaving matching marks. He guided you inside quickly, kicking your door shut and reveling in the immediate moan you let out when he ground his hips into your ass.

“Yunho~”

“Yes baby?” His voice was deep, raspy against your flesh as his hands were already at work, tugging your skirt up.

“What did you mean by your spot?” You were ready to kick yourself for asking such a question when in reality all you wanted was him to fuck you senseless. You could hardly believe this was the same Jeong Yunho that you had known since grade school, the same big lovable dork and teddy bear, that seemed to always be happy and loving- yet right now you wanted nothing more than for him to manhandle and use your body for his own desires.

He chuckled, kicking his shoes off as you did the same just before he turned you in his arms and once again picked you up, bucking his hips up into your core. “I couldn’t stand it, watching him fawn over you. All I could think about was that you should be looking at me like that.”

“You didn’t feel this way when I was dating-”

“Don’t bother with him.” Yunho growled out, crashing his lips to yours as he moved through your darkened apartment to your bedroom. “Don’t ask when, or how, I just do, and it was evident tonight. I always sit to your left. I should be the one you wear pretty dresses for. I mean I know it isn’t a matter of should... but I wanted to be.” He breathed against your lips before laying you on your bed, pushing your dress up further.

You realized that he had discovered his feelings for you tonight just as you had: two oblivious idiots now struggling with an ocean of emotions for each other and only one outcome you both wanted.

You blinked up at him when he pulled his lips away, moving back just enough to pull the fabric up and off, tossing it somewhere in your room to be immediately forgotten. His eyes flitted down your body, taking in the matching lacy bra and underwear with wonder at first before his upper lip pulled back a bit.

“Did you wear these for him?” There was a bit of a growl to his words, his thumbs dipping under the waistband of your underwear and pulling them away before letting the elastic snap back to your skin a bit harshly.

You could lie, save yourself from the wrath brimming under the surface of his dark expression, but the thought of him unleashing it onto you was far too exciting to do so. Plus- you always wanted to be honest with Yunho, you always had been. “I did but-”

He didn’t let you finish, pulling the flimsy fabric down so harshly several holes formed in the lace and you knew they were ruined now. You clenched around nothing, gasping as he pushed your legs open and the cold air hitting your folds dripping with your arousal. He already had you so turned on, your brain already practically mush at the way he look at your core, licking his lips slowly as he leaned down.

He ran his thumb over your folds, groaning at the way your body reacted to the light touch, hips lifting to chase his touch. “Look at you, so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He murmured approvingly, voice thick with his own need. His eyes moved up the length of you to meet your gaze, his tongue darting out once more. “I’ve been thinking about how good your thighs would look with my head in between them since you first sat in my car tonight in that fucking dress. Do you know how hard it was not to reach over and slip my hand between these plump thighs of yours?” Bit by bit the words were more guttural, one of his digits slowly pushing into you, stilling as you clenched around the appendage. “So fucking tight- all for me?”

“Mhmm-” You whined, lifting your hips as much as you could before his free hand gripped your upper thigh and pushed you back down on the bed to still you. “Yunho please-”

He had been inching closer and closer to your heated core, eyes on yours, only to pause as you whined. “Please what?” You could barely make out his smirk over your own body he was that close to where you so desperately needed some friction- for him to touch. “Use your words baby.” To taunt you, he curled his finger, pleased with the way your breath hitched.

Yunho had no idea how he was able to stop himself from already diving into your sweet inviting cunt, so desperate for a taste of you, for how wet he made you. It seemed only a thin string of morality and control was holding him back, as if he needed to hear your consent one last time before giving into the desires that had been pumping through his blood all night.

“Please eat me out- or finger me or- I don't care how just fuck me Yunho! I want you so bad, please please ple-” Your pleas turned into moans as he obliged, two fingers pumping into you and curling as his lips happily suckled on your bundle of nerves. Your hands moved from gripping the sheets to gripping his hair, holding him impossibly closer to you as your hips lifted to the rhythm he quickly set, your climax his clear goal.

You could hardly think about anything other than him and the pleasure he was giving you, a shiver running up your spine when he moaned against your nerves, switching between his lips sucking and his tongue applying pressure while his long fingers worked to find that one spot; when he did, he quickly pushed in a third, spreading them out and curling just right, your gut twisting with familiar coils as your high built.

Despite how good it was, how close you were, it wasn’t until he spoke against your clit the muffled words “Cum for me” for you to clench around his digits and soak his hand and mouth with your release. You cried out his name as he he fucked you through your high, mouth pulled away as not to over stimulate your sensitive bud, only pulling his fingers out when you begged him to.

He sat back on his knees, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of you. “Fuck how are you so sweet? I already want more, I could eat you out every day cupcake.”

You blushed at the new pet name, but you didn’t dislike it, a small smile playing on your lips as you looked down at him through hooded eyes. “Yuyu-” You whined, lifting your weak arms to make grabby hands at him, spreading your legs further. “Want you- feel you inside me please.”

Yunho was in awe at the sight of you, fucked out expression, your slick dripping from your still twitching cunt that you kept on display for him with perhaps the sweetest smile he had ever seen on your features, grabbing at him and whining for him to fuck you. It was more than his deepest fantasies that he had never allowed himself to have about you, but clearly still had in the back of his mind. “Fuck-”

He discarded his clothes quickly, tossing them every which way until he was naked at the end of the bed, cock throbbing against his stomach, already leaking precum. He didn’t give you time to appreciate the sight, moving over you and hooking his hands under your knees before pushing them up. He huffed as he realized you were still wearing your bra, and after hooking your legs in the crook of his elbows he lifted you up to undo the clasp and removed the article with much more care than he had your underwear.

For a moment he paused to appreciate your freed breasts, once more licking his lips as he rutted the length of his cock against your folds, covering it with your slick. “Look at you, so fucking perfect- I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner.” He crashed his lips to yours with a newfound need, emotions pouring into your mouth with each brush of his lips and pant into your mouth once he pushed his tongue in to mingle with yours. It was if he couldn’t get enough of you, breaking away only to lay you back down.

He moved his hands back to the back of your thighs, pushing them up and wide until your knees were pressed against your arms. You gripped your calves, staring up at him as he directed his attention down, freeing on hand to guide the head of his cock into you. Your head fell back as he pushed in, stretching you out with more girth- and with each inch pushed in- more length than you were used to.

He bottomed out, groaning as your walls clenched around him, trying to get used to his size, but Yunho had little patience left after that dinner, little control over the enormous amount of emotions that had overwhelmed him since you first opened your apartment door to him tonight. “This- this is my spot, buried deep in your cunt, far deeper than any one else could ever touch-”

The little green monster reared it’s head once more as he pulled out, eyes fixated where you were joined while your own head was lolled back and panting. “Fuck- even your cunt knows who it belongs to, sucking me back in, aching at my absence. Does it feel that good baby?” He slammed his full length back in, eyes flitted to your face as you cried out, nodding in answer. “Too fucked out to speak already? But I just started laying my claim- come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours cupcake.”

“It feels so good Yuyu! PLease dont stop!” You cried out, hips lifting to chase his as he began to pull out once more. Your head already felt as if it was full of cotton, but it wasn’t overwhelming in the slightest.

Pleased, he slammed his hips back into yours, letting out a soft groan. “Tell me cupcake, who does this cunt belong to?” Throwing caution to the wind, and liking the way his words made you clench around him, Yunho buried himself into you over and over, letting the little green monster have control over the reigns. Normally he would never be so rough with you, and with this being the first time you took his cock he knew he would regret it later- but you just looked so good bouncing beneath him like this.

His hands held your legs in place, your own having moved to grip his wrists and dig your nails down into his flesh as if to try and pull him closer, which resulted in just enough of a shift for him to hit and rub against your g-spot with every harsh thrust. “Y-you! It belongs to you!” You cried out, feeling your high quickly approaching as he continued with reckless abandon. “Yu-yu I’m-! I’m gunna-! so close-”

“Come for me. Come on my cock baby.” His thrusts became more erratic, sweat beading his brow and breath heavy as he leaned down, capturing one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, hooking your ankles behind his neck and groaning as your hands flung to dig your nails into his back. He felt deeper in you at this angle, two more thrusts until you were clenching so tightly around him that even he thought he felt stars, his own climax pulled out of him as he moaned against your flesh, the sound drowned out by your own cry of pleasure.

When you began to shake beneath him his hips stopped, pumping the last of his cum deep into you and laying claim in the most primal way. Pride filled him as he knew no other would be able to fill you so deeply, nor would he let anyone ever get the chance. He kissed up your chest to your neck and then up over your jaw before peppering your lips with sweet chaste kisses as you both worked on catching your breath. Slowly he pulled your legs out from under him, situating them down flat on the bed on either side of him as you giggled under his lips.

The little green monster was long gone, and all that was left was his overwhelming love for you that he just needed to expression in every way he could. “I love you cupcake. So so much, I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner.”

You were elated, legs and arms jelly but you still wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling against his lips only to whine when he finally pulled out of you. You felt his cum and your own gush out of your folds and pool beneath your bum. “You are a big idiot-”

“Hey-”

“But so am I.” You interrupted his protest, placing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “I should've realized I loved you sooner as well. Then we could have both been spared that awkward date.”:

He captured your lips in his once more, pulling away only when you were both breathless and giddy. “Let’s agree to never mention that dinner again.”

You nodded. “Agreed.”

“And also that I always sit to your left, no matter what.” He pointed out as he leaned away from you, maneuvering to slip off your bed and head to the bathroom, the light from the city had illuminated your bedroom enough through the one window, but the little night light you kept in the bathroom also helped you watch his rear as he walked towards said room.

“Does it matter that much Yuyu?” You whined, rolling onto your side so you could keep watching him.

He glanced back over his shoulder as he flicked the bathroom light on, a soft pout on his features. “Of course it matters- That’s been my spot since the day I met you. I get the left side of the bed too!” He called back in a singsong voice.

You could only laugh, recalling the day in grade school you two had met: new seating arrangements and you sat in a seat to your left so you could sit by the window to daydream, only for Yunho to come up and proudly proclaim “That’s my spot. You sit there.” He had pointed to the seat next to it, no hints of malice or anger when he spoke, just kindly correcting you. You had apologized, moved, and he took his seat.

And somehow ever since, he had always been on your left. Every class, every lunch, when you two went on walks, and now as he curled into your freshly made bed, he laid to your left and pulled you against his chest. You curled against him happily, sighing at how right it felt. “This is my spot.” You used his words against him, placing a kiss to his bare chest just over his heart.

He hummed in agreement, and like that, it was just another way to say “I love you” between the two of you.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez ot8 #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho brainrot is real #yunho smut #non idol au #possessive yunho #baistander #doomies #one shot

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whore444ellie · 4 months

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movie night? -loserbestfriend!ellie ❤

hope y'all enjoy<33

I'm so bored so ima write loserbestfriend!ellie and reader, this isn't proof read or anything, but light smut, not much, it's also just kinda implied. But lmk how I did baby'ssss<333

cw. Making out, uhh I think that's it

652 words in all!

You and Ellie have been best friends for years, well since you guys were fourteen. Teasing her to the point of her not even being able to look in your direction was the funniest. Ellie was like a lost puppy when around you, always following you, listening to you rant about the same thing over and, over again. She did it because it was you though, and she was helplessly in love with you, and has been since you guys were fourteen. You were just too stupid and clueless to notice it.

You guys had just gotten back from patrol, and you were ranting about your patrol with Jesse yesterday for the fourth time today, and she was listening to every detail again. "And He just kept bugging me, and making stupid jokes. He's so annoying, that's why him and dina have been on and off for the last year." You snapped throwing your shoes in the corner of the room as Ellie chuckled quietly behind you, "Are you laughing at me you ass? " You groaned throwing a pillow at her to which she just accepted her fate.

"You still up for movie night today orrr are you gonna third wheel dina and jesse again?" You hummed, moving around your room, Ellie wasn't paying attention to anything that was coming out of your lips, she was more focused on your lips. Imaging what they would feel like against hers, against her skin. She was so lost in thought she didn't even realize how flustered she was making herself, she looked like a fucking tomato. "You aren't even paying attention." You grumbled throwing a pair of socks at her, " uh-yes? Yes I am, I was paying attention. " she stuttered out, rubbing her arm nervously, because she definitely wasnt paying attention.

"Oh really? What did I say then?" shit The only thing she heard was... "a movie?" She guessed nervously, to which you jumped over to her, sitting on her lap, fuck, you were close. "I said, Are you still up for movie night today, orrr are you gonna third-wheel dina and jesse again?" You whispered, smiling cheesily at her, that stupid grin. She swallowed hard, trying not to think so much about the fact that you were on her lap, she could feel the heat of you on her thighs. "oOh-right, yea yea, our movie night. Hmn, I'm staying here tonight, so sure." She mumbled quietly, as if she spoke any louder, she would scare you away.

She wasn't sure where to put her hands, did she put them in your waist? Your hips? You know, maybe it was best to keep her hands at her sides. You were looking at her differently; you never looked at her this way before, it made her feel...small. "You're so pretty els." You whispered putting a piece of her hair behind her ear, you were teasing her right? "T..thanks, but I feel like you're teasing." She whispered, you guys were so close she could feel your warm breath against her lips, she knew she was red as a fucking tomato again.

"Is this teasing?" You whispered breathlessly leaning into her, your lips grazed hers, they slotted together perfectly. She wasn't sure what she was expecting from you, but it definitely wasn't this. Her hands made their way to your hips, squeezing gently as you deepened the kiss, your tongue making its way into her mouth as you explored, your hands tangled in her hair, and every time she squeezed your hips, you tugged on her small bun, earning a groan to ripple through her throat.

Clearly, the movie was long forgotten about.

AHHH!? HII, IDKK IF THAT WAS GOOD, SO YALL WANT A PART TWO?? (wwith smut of course.) I was nervous about posting my last piece of writing but THANK Y'ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! LOVE Y'ALL MWAH MWAH MWAHHH!!!<<<333 ❤❤❤

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lxvvie · 8 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 "𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐢𝐬 (𝐧𝐨𝐭) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮"

disclaimer: I am in no way advocating for this AT ALL, okay? I was inspired by @ceilidho's post and who wouldn't love the opportunity to torment a lovesick Ghost? I based this off what I call the 'Spirit of Avoidance', which essentially boils down to me keeping things at arm's length when it gets too real or just... avoiding adulting when I can. Doesn't work out for long, though. 🙃

It was only supposed to be sex. Just some good dick, no strings attached, right? Right? Then how the fuck did it turn into this... thing?

Ghost who catches feelings but is perpetually pissed off because he can't express them, not like he wants to, because your ass won't let him. You're too busy trying to convince yourself it's just some good dick to really pay attention and, um... 😬

Let's talk about the fact that Simon tried to broach the subject with you before through text but you responded with an emoji and not only did it piss the man off even more, he had to block your number to clear his fucking head but that didn't last long.

Let's also talk about the fact that Simon tried again in person but rather than, you know, actually have a meaningful conversation, you began to giggle. Which turned into a full-blown laugh. In his face. In his fucking face. He just stared, hard, and the look in his eyes haunted you more than you let on. And he just... left. You didn't even get good dick that night he was so fucking done, and Simon would never know how mortified you were that you just did that but what else could you do when it came to matters of the heart?

Ghost who feels like a fucking kid with a crush when it comes to you. He tries to put space between you two but the sex is too fucking good and his armored heart can't really take it. When he's away, he texts you and it's a guessing game as to how long it takes you to respond. The longer you take, the more on edge he gets. Bonus points if you send one-word responses because you don't know how else to respond.

There was that one time he tried to call you because he needed wanted to hear your voice and you... didn't answer. Fuck. Then he called you again and if he had some alcohol nearby, he'd down that motherfucker in a second because what the fuck was that conversation?—"D'aww, missing my body that much, Simon?" What the fuck?

Simon who remembers you mentioning something you liked during pillow talk (what fucking pillow talk?) and when he got it for you, you played that shit off and the man was fucking THROWED. Internally, you were so flattered.

Simon who realizes that he's smoking more than he usually does. In fact, he's spending more money on cigarettes than anything else. He looks just like he feels: a fucking mess. Fucking hell. Piss off, Johnny, and stop looking at him like that.

You two fuck like rabbits because the thought of even letting your guard down is much scarier than swapping fluids. There's an urgency and desperation there you two hadn't experienced before, and you avoid looking at him, avoid his eyes, his tenderness, because you don't want to see; you don't want him to see...

And when all is said and done and you want nothing more than to kiss the bastard breathless, the moment is ruined with your jokes and giggles and Simon wants to fucking snap but he settles on the next best thing. Another damn smoke. And another round of sex. If you two weren't first class on the Hot Mess Express™, your tongues would be down each other's throats. But they aren't, and the smoke takes his breath away. He'll fuck you, try and bare his heart, you'll laugh or avoid the conversation altogether, he'll try and fail to put distance between you two, and the cycle will begin again...

#2queued4u.#nsfw.#simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #task force 141 #x black reader #cw: alcohol #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty x black reader #this... hit closer to home more than I realized.

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avaxindy · 2 months

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come over?

fratboy!indy x reader | minors dni | happy b-day indy

summary: late at night, indy texts you. it’s ambiguous. he doesn’t say why. since you’re just friends, you don’t assume anything by it. but when you arrive at his frat house, things get really heavy really fast.

features: @hanasnx fanfiction, sexual content, dry humping, light choking, explicit language, friends to lovers?, emotional manipulation, slight dubious consent

Your phone vibrates once and then twice a minute later while you are washing your face. The first assumption is that your best friend is trying to convince you to go clubbing with her at the last minute because the baseball team was seen out. You’ll never understand her obsession with them. Just like she’ll never understand your obsession with Indy.

You’re just lucky that your types are polar opposite. Because everyone else seems to have eyes for him. Everyone. And of course, you understand. How could you not crush hard over him? He just has this... way about him that drives you crazy. You’re not even sure he does it intentionally.

After you dry your face and moisturize, you lean over and tap your phone screen. You nearly shriek when you see his name. And the message that reads: come over?

You curse yourself for taking off your pretty clothes and your makeup. Not that Indy ever minded you without makeup. But if you showed up like you look now, you worry he might not get the hint that you like him.

He’s never invited you to hang out this late before. Sometimes you’ll hang out late because your hangouts run overtime. But when you’re with him, you never want to leave. All you can do is hope that he might feel the same way too. The hours you’ve spent analyzing your friendship with Indy is humiliating. You pay attention to his Insta posts and Snap stories, noting where he is and who he’s with. At every frat party hosted by his fraternity, girls practically throw themselves at his feet, and you get jealous every time he flirts back. But to your knowledge it rarely progresses further than that. He has a few exes from his years at the school, but they’ve always spoken highly of him.

You suspect that they’re the ones who have spread rumors about what he can do under the sheets. It’s something that he keeps very private. You suppose a guy like him doesn’t need to brag about his conquests. Girls just know. And you’re drawn to the confidence he gives off.

But what started as you trying to hook up with him ended in you inevitably wanting something more. You’d love to be his girlfriend. And everyone says that he likes you a lot, everyone but him. He’s not so direct about his feelings with you.

There was one time at the movies he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and you swore he was going to kiss you. To this day you have no clue what he told you. You were too anxious to pay attention to his words. The sensation of his breath against your skin was too much for you to handle.

The truth is... you might not be able to take it if he actually wants you. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Having what you have wanted all along seems like something that only happens in the movies.

As you frantically reapply your makeup, he texts you again: why aren’t u in my bed rn

While that might seem like he’s texting you for sex, Indy has a special kind of humor that you understand. He’s really just saying that he misses you.

You type out a quick response: Promise im about to leave.

He just hearts the message.

You pick out your outfit, electing for a lulu tennis skirt and a cropped hoodie. The worst thing to do in this situation would be to overdress.

When you pull up to his frat house, you realize that you should have walked from your dorm. There’s a party going on, and parking is shit. You have to park from across the street in a big lot, empty this time of the day. His frat house is at the end of the row. It’s a long and annoying walk, but it’s worth it to spend time with him although you really weren’t in the mood for a party. You have an 8am class tomorrow (Friday).

Passing by, you spot his black Camaro in his parking space up front. You know it’s his from the dark-green stripe on the side. He teases you that he owns that color. He calls it Indy green.

The guys running security for the event immediately let you in when you come up to the door. You figure they must know who you are because you’re always here during the day. Actually, you were here this morning studying with Indy. He has a test tomorrow. Maybe he invited you over for a quick cram session. You should have brought your backpack.

People are crammed elbows to elbows in the little two-story. Outside too. Half of the campus must be here. You finally find a familiar face, one of the younger pledges, and you ask him where Indy is. He points upstairs. Maybe Indy wasn’t in the mood for a party. You’ll ask him later.

He lives in the first room after the staircase. He likes it because he only has one neighbor.

You knock first. A couple seconds later, he answers. Evanescence plays in the background softly. You think... it’s a song from Fallen, but you can’t be sure. Knowing him it probably is.

“Hi,” he says, leaning against the door frame. He makes it look small.

He waves you in. You notice his shiny black nails. He must have just painted them. You grab his hand as you enter and bring his fingers close to your eyes. He has model hands. His hands are decorated with thick and thin steel rings, silver and black. He curls his long fingers around yours.

“What’re you lookin’ at,” he laughs, an impish smirk spanning his lips.

“They’re pretty, Indy.” You want to shove them in your mouth.

He pulls you along to his bed, and you sit beside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he looks down at you and stares. His eyes sparkle. Something is different in the way he’s looking at you. You hope he feels it too.

“Did you want to study?” you ask, testing the waters. It’s the path of least resistance to find out why he asked you over.

He snorts and flicks the side of your arm. “Tonight? On a Thursday?”

You nod. “Yeah? You have a test tomorrow.”

“We studied. I’ve got it. I’m not worried.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you thought I wanted you to come over?”

“Maybe.”

He looks away and clasps his hands on his lap or picks at the tears in his faded jeans. “You’re wrong.”

“Why did you—”

Indy cuts you off. “Cause I wanted to spend time with you. Got tired of that fucking party ‘cause it’s shit without you. The guys told me not to bring a date this time.” Indy lies down on his bed, situating himself with his head on the pillow. He turns his body to face you.

In the midnight sheets, his skin is ghostlike. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a figment of your imagination. He’s too pretty to be real.

You lie down beside him. This isn’t uncommon. He likes to cuddle sometimes when he’s in the mood. The metal beads on his leather bracelet are cold on your stomach. He holds you close to his chest for a minute or two before turning on his back to reach for the tv remote.

“Wanna watch something?” he asks, switching the tv on.

You shrug. “I don’t care. Only if you do.”

“If... you don’t care,” he whispers.

You don’t need to look up to know what he’s watching. Almost every time you guys hang out like this, he watches Batman Beyond. Hasn’t he seen it at least four times at this point? Nevertheless, you enjoy watching it with him. It’s really the only time you’ve witnessed him completely geek out over something. He’ll pause the show to answer any question you have. The way he comes alive when he talks to you about the things he adores is so precious to you. Even though you’re very, very familiar with the characters now, you still act like you aren’t, just so you can ask him about them. You like the way he explains things. He’s so confident, and it’s seductive, and you don’t want to wait anymore. You can’t. You need to kiss him. Maybe you should ask for permission, but you know he’d tease you for it. So, you decide to go for it while he’s lying there beside you.

Pushing up on the bed, you hover over him for a moment. Instantly, he notices and gazes into your eyes. Indy’s face is blank, void of all emotion and judgment. You can’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t let you. But you can’t back down. You’ve already committed to showing him what you want.

Indy’s lips are softer than you expected. Your mouth fits to his like puzzle pieces. You tangle your fingers in his hair. And he lets you kiss him for what feels like hours. You know that it’s only a moment truly. But you wish it could go on all night long.

Satisfied, you sit up, and he follows. He speaks first before you could even get a word in to explain yourself.

“If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just said it.”

Flustered, you look away. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb, Indy. I know you don’t want me like that.”

“Who says?”

You only shrug. No one’s ever said that, but he’s never made it clear that he wants more than friendship

Indy leans close. He holds up his hand. “Can I grab you here?” Gently, he wraps his fingers around your neck like he wants to choke you.

You swallow and feel the motion of your throat collide with his skin. “Yes,” you whisper.

His grip tightens, not by much. As he falls on you, Indy pushes you down onto the bed, holding you by the neck. His sinful mouth devours yours as his weight crushes you into the pillows and bed sheets. The kiss turns wet when his tongue slips inside, and he explores you. Before Indy, you had always thought girls were just were exaggerating when they said he had his tongue down my throat

His bangs tickle your forehead and the side of your face. His hair almost reaches his shoulders now, but you like it long. It’s easier to tug on and play with, especially in moments like these. Between your fingers, his hair is taut silk darker than demons’ eyes. He moans into you when you tug, and he seems to like it hard.

When he’s finished, Indy leaves your mouth sensitive and wet with an exchange of fluids. You lick them, savoring the leftovers, and all you can think about is more. More from him. More of him.

His silver chains dangle around his neck and catch the dimmed bedroom light. Through the loose neckline of his shirt, you see milky skin, and you start to lift his shirt to touch him.

“Baby, you wanna go all the way, huh?” He lets go of your throat to take off his shirt. The dark fabric slides up his lithe body. His hair is tousled from the action. “Didn’t know you were that hot for me. Dammit, why did you wait so long to do something about it?”

“Why did you?” you look up at him with your eyes big and wide, lips pouting. It’s true. You had wanted him to move in on you first. But time had made you impatient.

“Didn’t wanna ruin us...” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the sweet curve of your neck. “What we have is so good.”

“I think it’s worth the risk,” you whisper.

He sighs lowly, very contently. “That’s just what I thought too.” He kisses your shoulder. And he starts grinding his hips into you, needing the friction, his budding erection digging into you already. “Want it now, baby?”

#heart divider by cafekitsune #ava x indy #indy x reader #indy smut #indy x reader smut #hanasnx #indy x you #hanasnx x reader #hanasnx smut #fratboy!indy

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