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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Aemond Targaryen*Missed You

Pairing: modern!Aemond x f!reader

Word count: 2693

Part two to Poloraids smut

Warnings: teasing, semi public grinding, make out, dry humping, nipple play, roleplay, dom Aemond, p in v sex, smut 18+

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After Aemond’s risky phone call on Tuesday you spent the next three days desperately waiting for him to arrive. You made sure to send him the remaining polaroid express the next morning per his request but now all you had to do was wait.

Three days had never felt so long but as you sat in your Friday classes your mind was anywhere but the class material. All your kind could do was think about all the things you missed about Aemond. His smell, his tight hugs, his laugh, his adorable smile, and of course his hands all over your body.

"Well, I think that about covers chapter 16," your lecturer said as the slides flickered off and the classroom went dim as everyone began to pack up, "Have a good weekend everyone and don't forget your papers due on Tuesday next week,"

Unlike your fellow classmates who groaned at the idea of studying over the weekend you didn't care as you'd done it all in the past couple nights as a way to distract yourself from your impending visit. You quickly rushed from your lecture hall to your dorm, saying a very hurried goodbye to your friends who all had been made aware of Aemond’s visit and wolf whistled as you ran out the class.

As you arrived at your dorm you saw your roommate sara putting on her makeup at her desk that acted as her vanity. “You are going out tonight?” You asked, trying to seem casual as you unpacked your bag.

She hummed her yes as she finished applying her lipstick, “Yeah, are you needing the room tonight?”

“Well, it’s just,” you said as you felt your face grow hot. You weren’t sure why the idea of admitting you wanted her gone to get laid was so embarrassing, but you found yourself tripping over your words, “It’s just cause Aemond, my boyfriend, I told you about him I think, well he’s coming over so like I just wanted to know- “you rambled as sara spun round in her chair, mouth dropped before quickly turning into a smile.

“The dorm is yours tonight,” she grinned as she jumped out her chair, “Its about time you got some, look at you go,” she said as she shoved your shoulder with a jokey grin that at least helped settle your nerves. “Sit, sit,” she said as she led you over to her desk chair, “When does he get here? How much time do I have?”

“Time? For what?” You asked as you quickly checked Aemond’s text, “He said he’s like an hour away,”

Sara sighed, placing her hands on your shoulders, “I can do it in 40 minutes. We gotta make you look good. You’ve not seen him in how long?”

“Four weeks,” you said with a deflated sigh, “It’s been hell,”

“Just trust me. Im gonna have you looking gorg for him getting here,” sara said as she began to take your hair out your pony and get to work. You hadn’t expected to become close with sara after your first week here but surprisingly as she did your hair and makeup you seemed to click instantly. Finally, something in common you thought but also wow she was doing a good job.

For the first time in the month, you had been here you got dolled up and now you remembered why it felt so good, “Right im gonna go now so you can get changed and be all hot and ready for Aemond,” Sara said as she snatched up her bag, “i’ll just crash at Jaces so yous will have the place to yourselves,”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you said as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“I know,” sara grinned as she headed to the door, “Have fun and be safe. This room can’t fit a crib,”

You laughed as she shut the door before turning towards your drawers to fish out some lingerie. Aemond had made comment over the phone that the dark red bodysuit looked particularly hot so that was a no brainer. After that you quickly slipped his hoodie over the top and before eventually deciding on a plaid skirt to complete the academic aesthetic you had tried to achieve at college. As you slipped the skirt on your phone buzzed.

Aem - Just parked outside your building love. Where should I go?

You – i’ll meet you down there 2 secs Aemy

You quickly grabbed your keys and phone before practically sprinting to the elevator. When you finally got outside your eyes scanned the parking lot and you instantly grinned when you saw Aemond stood leaning on his car he had affectionally named Vhagar. You could see his smile from the steps of your building when he spotted you rushing down the steps.

“Hey- “Aemond went to say as you flung yourself into his arms and he began to chuckle as he wrapped them tight around you, “i’ve missed you too sweetheart,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

After a few moments you pulled back, your eyes slightly glazed over despite him finally being here, “Im so happy you came,”

“Me too love,” Aemond said softly as he gave you the first kiss in a month. It was slow and soft and perfect but not what you wanted to do in the middle of a parking lot, “Lets head in love,” Aemond said, reading your mind as you began to lead him to the doors. “You look stunning by the way,” Aemond said as he held the front door open for you.

You giggled as if it was your first date as you lead him to the elevator, “You’re gonna make me blush,” you laughed as you pressed the button to the fifth floor.

Aemond moved to step behind you as the doors shut and you gasped when you felt his hands suddenly grab your hips, pulling your ass to grind into his now apparent hard on, “Maybe I like it when you blush,” he said, leaning down to let his breath fan against your ear.

“What if the door opens!” You squealed, moving to push his hands away but he slipped them down only to slip them up under your skirt.

“How can you look that good and expect me not to touch you?” He asked, kissing your earlobe as his hands squeezed your upper thighs, “You’ve got me hard just from looking at you love,” he said, his hand ghosting over your panties, “You shouldn’t be such a tease,” Aemond said despite his fingers now rubbing over your clothed clit making you whine lowly.

The growing want in your stomach outweighed any risk in your mind as you counted the floors you passed. Luckily as each floor passed the doors did not open but as you passed the fourth floor you used all your will to shove his hands off just before the door opens.

And thank the gods you did as the door opened and you were stood face to face with your RA Cregan Stark who would have defiantly torn you a new one for doing that in an elevator. You quickly rushed out of the elevator, Aemond keeping close behind you to try hide his hard on for any passersby. You quickly unlocked your door and shut it even quicker behind Aemond as you were both finally alone. You turned your back for a moment to lock the door and as soon as you turned back Aemond’s hands were cupping your face, stepping closer till your back was against the door. His lips crashed onto yours and wordlessly you both knew what the other wanted.

Your hands tangled in that soft white hair you had missed so dearly while Aemond took the opportunity to slip his hands up your skirt once more. You gasped as he grabbed your ass, squeezing it tightly as he began to grind his cock into you, desperate for friction.

Aemond’s hands only left your ass to slip under the hoodie but as he felt the soft lacey fabric he pulled back with a cocky grin. “What’s this? He asked as he suddenly pulled the hoodie from your frame. The cool air hitting your nipples made them instantly perk as Aemond’s hands ran up your sides before landing on your breasts. “So, fucking hot,” he muttered as his lips crashed back onto yours, this time hungrier if that was possible as he began to squeeze your tits. “Such a fucking tease,” he mumbled against your lips.

You whined into the kiss as your hands to fell to his shoulders, pulling at the collar of his top. Aemond broke the kiss for only a moment to pull it off, tossing it to some corner of the room as his lips latched onto your neck. You moaned as he began to suck soft hickeys down your neck while his fingers began to trace the outline of your nipples. “Been dreaming about this,” he said as he left another hickey just under your collar bone, “squeezing these,” he said, his fingers beginning to roll your nipples between them making you gasp, “and fucking that desperate little pussy of yours,”

You whined as one of his hands moved to rub your clothed clit. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Fuck that cunt of yours till you can’t walk,” he said, his movements speeding up, “Isn’t that right princess?”

“Yes,” you said, not caring to hide your moans as you felt the pleasure bubbling in your stomach, “Please Aemond,” you began to beg, “I can’t wait any longer,”

“Naughty girls have to wait,” Aemond chastised, a smirk mixed between his desperate kisses, “Good girls earn what they get,” He said as he began to walk backwards, one hand gripping your hip tightly.

You moaned into the kiss, desperately following his steps to what you thought would be the bed, but you gasped as Aemond suddenly sat down, pulling you to straddle his lap on your desk chair. You whined when he moved his hand, but Aemond soon pulled you closer till you were grinding desperately onto his covered hard on.

You heard Aemond’s grunts and groans as the friction increased. His hands squeezed your hips tightly, grabbing your ass till you wondered if his fingerprints left bruises. “You want my cock?” Aemond asked, his breath rugged as you desperately nodded, “Then be a good girl and earn it,” he said, gently pushing your hips back.

You blushed as you quickly slipped off the chair making Aemond smirk in satisfaction as you took your place between his knees, “That’s my good girl,” Aemond said as your hands quickly undid his trousers. You pulled his trousers and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. It was already red around the tip, desperate for your touch as it twitched when you reached up to stroke it gently, “You wanna suck it baby?” He asked making you nod shyly, not even glancing up at him as your eyes were stuck on his length, “Okay love,” Aemond said, his hand moving to the back of your neck to gently guide you forward.

You started with a few kitten licks, just enough to make Aemond moan under his breath. Your hands moved to hold the bottom of his shaft as you slowly began to take him in your mouth. Aemond groaned as he felt his tip slip in, his hand resting on your head as the other clenched so hard his knuckles were white as you started to increase your pace. You reached your hands up to gently squeeze his balls making Aemond curse under his breath, his hand tightens in your hair, “Fuck you’re so good,” Aemond moaned before suddenly pulling you off with a pop as salvia covered his still hard cock, “Can’t cum yet baby. Didn’t come all this way to lose it in your mouth,” he said as he stood up, holding you by your jaw to gently lift you too.

Aemond lent down, kissing you deeply as he walked you back till your thighs hit your desk. You could feel yourself get wetter with excitement when you remembered how often he had brought up this very moment. Aemond pushed your hips, urging you to sit on the desk to which you gladly complied. His hands dug into the flesh of your hips as his tongue slid into the messy kiss.

Aemond pulled back for just a moment to grab his cock, sliding his tip slowly up your slit, “This is what you’ve been thinking of right?” Aemond said, smirking as you moaned, “Me fucking your brains out on this desk. Like some kinky professor roleplay. You even dress like the naughty schoolgirl,” he said, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt before slipping under to squeeze your thighs, “You’re dripping at just the idea,” he said as he ran a finger up your slit, pushing your panties to the side.

“Please,” you whined as you began to press kisses along that hard jaw you had missed so much, “please sir fuck me already,” you said as your fingernails dug into his shoulders.

You practically saw his face light up at the idea, “All you had to do was asked baby,” he said before slowly pushing his tip in, going as slow as possible to stretch you out, “Aw does it hurt?” Aemond said, fake pout on his perfect lips as he noticed your gasps. You bit your lip, nodding slowly as you tried to ease in the cock you had been desperate for weeks, “Too bad,” Aemond said before suddenly pushing all the way in.

You gasped but Aemond did not wait as he began his thrusts. His hands grabbed your hips for control as you sunk your fingers into his hair, pulling his lips to yours to try disguise your moans. You knew it probably did little since with each thrust the desk hit against the wall harder. All you could do was hope everyone was at class and wrap your legs around Aemond’s hips to pull him in deeper.

Aemond groaned at the new depth as he moved one of his hands to your mouth, shoving two fingers in making you look at him doe eyed, “Suck,” he commanded, his breath hoarse. He moaned as you complied, swirling your tongue around his digits before he pulled them out only to start rubbing quick circles onto your clit making your breath catch.

Aemond covered your loud moans with his kiss as you felt your body tighten, your orgasm not far away. Aemond’s spare hand moved to squeeze your tit before his fingers began to squeeze your nipples.

You felt your nails scraping down his skin, your body tightening as you felt your orgasm crash through your body. Aemond groaned as your cunt squeezed around his cock, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as he chased his own peak. As Aemond fucked you through your orgasm he soon reached his, spilling inside you as he gasped for air.

Aemond’s head crashed down onto your shoulder, and you could feel the sweat covering his skin. “Thank god for the pill,” You muttered, a dazed smile on your face making Aemond laugh against you skin.

Aemond kissed your shoulder before pulling out of you, grabbing a box of tissues sat on your desk to clean you up, “I missed you,” he said, his gaze soft as he stroked your cheek.

“I missed you too,” you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him into a deep hug. “I hope I didn’t scratch too hard,” you said as your eyes landed on the scratches inked into his skin.

Aemond chuckled as he tightened his arms around your frame, “It was worth it baby. So fucking worth it,”

“Worth it enough for a round two?” You asked, pulling away with a raised eyebrow.

You gasped as Aemond suddenly pulled you from the desk, shoving you to land on your bed with a giggle, “Oh more than just two rounds doll. Just you wait and see,”

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average-vibe · 4 months

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No One Needs To Know

PAIRING: Sisterinnit x Wilbur (Romantic)

WARNING: Cursing and unedited work (lmk if i missed any <3)

SUMMARY: as a streamers sister, you get to meet one of your brothers friends. too bad hes hot.

PRONOUNS: she/her, lmk if you want it changed.

STUFF YOU NEED TO KNOW: Y/N: your name

People Mentioned: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Ranboo, Tubbo, Molly, motherinnit

A/N: i made a poll asking which one y’all wanted like 5 weeks ago sooo yeah… sorry lol!

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“C’mon, Y/N. I don’t have all day!” Your brother, Tommy complained from outside your door.

“Give me 5 more minutes, Christ!” you yelled back, quickly applying mascara to your eyelashes. To be fair, you probably were taking a bit too long getting ready, but Tommy also was being a little bit of a bitch.

After you finished getting ready, (Tommy told you that ‘If you don’t hurry the fuck up im gonna tell Wilbur that you shit your pants every day!’) you slowly opened the bathroom door to see Tommy flipping you off with a hint of a grin of his face.

“Took you long enough, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Thought i was gonna have to tell Wil how often you shit your pants these days!” He laughed, and followed you into the kitchen.

“Mum, we’re leaving now!” you yelled, while tommy yelled, “YEAH, BYE MOTHER!”

“I wanna drive!” Tommy whined as you grabbed the keys, walking out of the house. “I’ll let you pick the music. I wanna drive!” he continued. “okay, okay, whatever, Jesus..” you’d said, handing him the keys with a chuckle.

The car ride was terrifying to say the least, with Tommy getting distracted by your “shit-stained” music taste. When you two finally pulled into the small café you agreed on going to, Tommy was nearly jumping out of the car and into the shop. You watched as he searched for his friend, whom was sitting in the corner, looking at his phone.

“WILBUR!” Tommy screamed as you covered your face and walked over to where he was sitting.

“Hey, you sorry son-of-a-bitch.” Wilbur said, smirking. “And ‘sisterinnit’.” he said, referring to your online persona. Sisterinnit became your nickname because you preferred to not use your real name.

“It’s Y/N.” You corrected, smiling at the rather attractive brunet. “but it’s whatever you want.”

“Alright, Y/N.” he said, smiling back at you, “pretty name.”

“Thank you.” you said, face beginning to turn hot.

“stop fucking flirting with my sister, asshole!” Tommy teased, smiling Wilbur on the back of the head. “save it for when i’m not around, as least.” He begged, after seeing you roll your eyes.

“I’ll try, s’gonna be hard though.” Wilbur flirted, smirking towards you. You felt a red flush cover your face out of embarrassment.

“Is anyone else supposed to be here?” Wilbur said, after a moment of silence.

“yeah, Molly said she’d come, along with Toby and Ranboo.” Tommy answered.

You had met Molly before, as she had been to some family dinners, And Tanboo was basically one of your best friends, and you had heard tommy talk about Toby. but that didn’t help your nerves. You had no idea why, but you were very stressed about today endeavor. You cracked your knuckles, a nervous habit, as you waited for Tommy’s friends.

“Are you alright?” Wilbur asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You studied him, trying to find a hint of teasing, a smirk or crinkle of his eyes. but all you could find was worry.

“Yeah Im fine.” you said with a smile, and his worry seemed to melt away as his honey eyes lightened, and a small smile graced his lips.

After about 5 minutes, Ranboos tall frame became visible as he locked his car and made his way in, waving at the three of you.

“Hey, y’all.” Ranboo said after he made his way over to your group. You liked Ranboo alright, and he was probably the closest out of all of Tommy’s friends. He was always calm around you, and when you lived with Tommy, Ranboos clam demeanor was a godsend.

After everyone said hi to ranboo, you all began to discuss random topics, ranging from colors to birds. Eventually, Toby and Molly came in at the same time, both finding your group and waving aggressively.

“Hey Toby. Hi Molly!” Tommy said, giving his girlfriend a hug, and Tubbo a high five. “Alright. what are we gonna do?” Tommy asked, digging in his backpack for his camera, (this is the point where i accidentally posted it lol) as you all were filming today. apparently he hadn’t planned out that part.

“We could go to the Amusement park.” Ranboo said, shrugging.

“No!” Molly said “1. Its december, for christs sake, and 2., i have a fear of heights.”

“alright, not that.” Tommy said, quick to defend his girlfriend. “How about the Arcade? downtown?”

“Or the Rollerskate park. we could mess around.” you pointed out, nodding.

“I say we do whatever Y/N wants.” Wilbur said, grinning widely.

“Hey! rude.” Tommy said, rolling his eyes. “It’s only cause you bloody fancy her.”

“So?” Wil asked, smirking. It took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out that Wilbur just confessed to liking you. shiiiiiiiit.

“Okay, anyway,” Tubbo spoke up, “We could go downtown and mess around, go into shops and shit.” Everyone seemed to agree with taht, and Tommy began the video.

“HEY BITCHES! I’M WITH MY GIRLFRIEND AND A BUNCH OF IDIOTS!” He yelled into the camera, and thank the lord you all were alone in that cafe. “Today we are exploring downtown london! scary, amiright?” he asked, mainly to Molly, who nodded. God, you felt bad for her.

The rest of the video was filled with clips of Tommy yelling and Molly making jokes, with a few random jokes about how close you and wilbur were being.

“Let’s play hide n seek!” You suddenly said, getting the idea at the perfect time. “Teams only.”

“I call Tubbo!” Ranboo said, walking over to his short friend.

“I call Y/N, obviously.” Wilbur said, smiling at you. You giggled and there was a plethora of “ews” and “get a room!” calls being made.

“Good.” Tommy said after a short pause. “I am NOT about to be paired with anyone but Molly.” He quickly got into his online character. “Okay, pussies. we’re now going to play hide and seek. Ran and Tubbo, you’re the seekers, and no going on public transportation, Ran. Got it?” There was a collective nod, and then a “LETS GO!” and you and wilbur were off.

You had a hard time keeping up with wilbur, curse his long legs. eventually, after you two were out of eyesight in a shopping centre, he took your hand.

“Wil?” You asked. “you’re holding my hand.”

“I’m fully aware.” he retorted, eyes on the floor as he made his way around the centre.

“Why?” You asked after a long pause.

“why what?”

“why are you holding my fucking hand, wil.”

“because i like you.”

“what?”

“i like you.”

The world paused for a second. did he just confess his feelings to you?

“Did you- Are you- why-“

“I said i like you. I’ve liked you for a while, too.”

“I’ve only known you for 5 hours.”

“yeah, i like you.”

“You don’t like to wait, do you?”

“Nope.” he answered, making you laugh.

“I guess i like you too.” You say.

“You guess?”

“I like you. and i have for a while. ever since i talked to you on that discord call.” you confessed.

“Good, taht entire confession would be very embarrassing if you had said you hated me.” he joked, squeezing your hand. He leaned in slightly, making your stomach jolt.

“Wil.. Tommy’ll kill us..” you whisper, looking up at him.

“No one needs to know.” he whispered back. “I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to. but i really want to.”

“I do too.” You whispered, barely audible. You leaned in a bit more. Fuck it. You lean in the whole way.

It was a gentle kiss. soft. he didn’t try to make it too much. perfect.

After the kiss, you and wilbur giggled, faces inches apart. “We better hide. They’re on their way.” He said, pulling away and dragging you by your hand.

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A/N: This sucks fucking hard but deal with it

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur gold #wilbur gold fluff #wilbur gold x reader #fluff #sbi x reader #dsmp #wilbur #shitpost #fic #writer #tommyinnit x reader

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joviepog · 7 months

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EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)

much love !!

EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH

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Lovely night

Who: Wilbur x f!reader

Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: I have no clue

Requests: @poraphia

Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! <3

Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?

Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.

He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.

You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.

And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”

He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.

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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.

you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“

he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”

“No take your time, darling.”

he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”

“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”

“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”

you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”

“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.

2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly

1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie

1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.

30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine

20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes

10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.

5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.

1 minute: You light the candles

0 mins: You hear a knock.

“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.

The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.

Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.

“Anything else?” Tommy asked.

“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.

“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.

What a lovely night.

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cas-skz · 1 year

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Hey there! Can I request for a San and Seonghwa fic with daddy kink, fingering, double penetration, mirror sex, lots of dirty talk Basically San and Seonghwa just fucking f!reader dumb;;

IM SORry this took so long. I hope it makes you dululu 🫶

[non-idol AU - Established relationship]

18+!! MDNI!!!

San’s hand gripped your neck from behind, his muscles practically popping out of his shirt as he kissed your jaw and cheek. You held the cold sink to stay balance, eyes focused on San as he worked his free hand under your skirt. “You couldn’t even wait til we got home?” San breathed in your ear, his fingers starting to rub your bare clit. “Where did your panties go?”

“Daddy ‘Hwa told me not to wear them.” You say innocently, flashing him puppy dog eyes in the mirror.

“Hm, and you always listen to your daddies, don’t you princess?”

“Of course daddy. I’m your good little girl.”

“Yes you are.” San whispered, his hand turning his neck in your direction to roughly kiss your lips.

His fingers worked quickly against your clit, easily sliding with the help of your wetness.

“You’re gonna make me cum daddy.” You moaned into his mouth, your head falling onto his shoulder as your body started to rock in his grasp.

“Do you want to cum for me princess? Or are you saving it for later.”

“Please daddy.” You whined, feeling a trickle of warm liquid running down your leg. “Please daddy, I want to cum for you now.”

“So hurry up and cum, ‘Hwa is waiting for us.”

Your body sunk into his as you peaked, trying your best not to be to loud as pleasure rocked through your body.

“About time, I was debating breaking the door down and joining.” Seonghwa chuckled as you and San emerged from the McDonald’s family bathroom

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait. I’m just so wet and needy,” you pouted, playing with the hem of your skirt. “I’m ready to go home now daddy.”

It didn’t take long after getting in the door for both boys to be all over you. Seonghwa lifted you up and plopped you on the counter. “I have to put the groceries away.” You giggled as Seonghwa sucked on your neck, leaving light purple hickies.

“I got it.” San answered, poking your nose as he walked past.

Seonghwa pulled back a bit, one hand cupping your cheek, “Guess that means Daddy gets to play with you while we wait.” He said with a smirk, his lips crashing into yours into a heavy make out.

His hand slipped between your legs, spreading them apart, “Tell me what you want.” He hummed as his fingers creeped up your leg.

You looked at him with doe eyes, “I want you to make me cum daddy.”

Seonghwa’s middle finger slid easily into your wet entrance, quickly moving it back and forth. He watched as pleasure took over your facial expression.

Your head fell back against the wall as you finally felt the attention you’d been craving. “More, please.” You breathed, moaning loudly as he added another finger inside you.

You felt San’s presence on the counter next to you, another wave of pleasure rolling through you as his hand joined Seonghwa‘s between your legs, rubbing your clit.

San leaned in closer to you, kissing the side of your head and towards your ear. “Daddy needs some attention.”

Your eyes fluttered open as San took your hand and lead you towards his already exposed cock, the tip wet with precum.

Your hand wrapped around, barely able to grasp it as you started to stroke slowly. It was getting hard to focus on one thing at a time and before you knew it, the boys had sent you into another orgasm.

“Oh- fuck..” You gasped, attempting to squeeze your legs closed. Only to have them forced back open by Seonghwa.

“You always look so pretty when you cum.” San whispered in your ear.

“Thank you daddy.”

“Mhm, now be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock, I think someone’s eager to be inside you.” San chuckled, motioning his head towards Seonghwa.

“She’s only kept me waiting since this morning.” Seonghwa glared, a devilish smirk taking over his expression as he stood with his cock in hand.

You pushed yourself off the counter and in between the boys, your back to San as you lowered yourself to reach Seonghwa’s cock.

“It’s cute how worked up you get for me, daddy.” You smirked up at him, taking his length into your mouth for a moment before returning to your feet.

His hand wrapped around your neck almost immediately, his lips roughly crashing into yours as he pushed you back into San’s legs, who’s hands quickly found their way under your shirt.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” Seonghwa hissed against your lips, pressing a final deep kiss before turning you around and leaning you into San.

“Be good, spread your legs for Daddy ‘Hwa.” San smirked, pulling your hair into a pony tail in his hand.

You nodded, following San’s orders and positioning yourself in between his legs, your lower body stretched out, legs spread open and throbbing pussy waiting for Seonghwa.

His cock was buried deep inside you within seconds, thrusting hard with small quick strokes.

You moaned happily as you turned your attention to San, “Daddy Sannie, you’re always such a good boy for me.” You smiled, your body rocking into his as you took his cock into your mouth.

The once quiet kitchen was now filled with the sounds and smell of sex as your bodies slapped together.

Your tongue swirled around the tip of San’s cock before you lazily fell on his thigh, catching your breath as Seonghwa’s thrusts pushed you into another orgasm, “Fuck, that’s it baby girl. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Seonghwa moaned.

You felt your body release, a warm trickle falling down your leg.

San gently pulled your hair to bring your face back up, his thumb brushed slowly across your lip before pulling it down. “Tell him to fill your pussy up.”

You bit your lip and looked back at Seonghwa, “Please.” You moaned, pushing your hips into his, staring into his eyes with desire. “Please fill my pussy up daddy.”

You felt Seonghwa’s cock twitch with excitement as your walls continue to tighten, already begging for another release.

San pulled you up to him, his lips pressing deeply into yours as Seonghwa’s thrusts picked up speed.

“I want your cock too daddy Sannie.” You whined against his lips, “I want you both.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d asked, but Seonghwa always seemed to be over excited about the idea.

“Y/N, I’m — fuck, I’m cumming.” Seonghwa groaned, his hand slapping down on your bum as his hips jolted into yours, his load of warm cum shooting deep inside.

“Mhm, does daddy ‘Hwa like the sound of that?” You purred, wiggling your hips against him.

“Of course, plus it’s my turn to have your pretty little ass.” Seonghwa hummed, slowly pulling his cock from your entrance.

You twirled away from between the boys, taking one of your hands and running it along your pussy. “Someone’s going to have to clean me up.” You smirk, cleaning off your fingers with a few loud sucks before skipping off to the bedroom.

You couldn’t control your breathing as the boys shared turns eating you out, watching using their own method of tongue flicking and licking to make you cum for the 3rd time.

You had barely recovered when San swooped you up into his arms, your body clinging onto his weakly as he and Seonghwa positioned themselves on both sides of you.

Seonghwa’s hands ran slowly along your body, caressing his way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Are you ready for us baby? Do yo mu need anything?” Seonghwa whispered in your ear.

“Just fuck me please. I need my daddies inside me.”

San didn’t hesitate to lower you not his cock, stretching out your swollen and used entrance.

Your nails dug into San’s back as Seonghwa slowly pushed into your second hole, “O-oh yes, thank you daddy.” You moaned, your body feeling stuffed and warm with arousal.

It didn’t take long before your orgasms started rolling back to back, causing you to lose most of your senses.

Seonghwa and San were sucking and kissing at both sides of your neck, their hands were touching you all over, making you tingle even more.

“Please…” you gasped out, your body starting to tremble. San leaned back a bit, lifting your head to look at you, “What’s going on baby? Talk to daddy.” You pressed your forehead into his, breathing heavily, “I want my daddies to cum for me.” “Yea? Where do you want it?” Before you could respond, Seonghwa suddenly pulled out, his raspy moan loud in your ear as you felt his warm cum cover your ass cheek. “Couldn’t hold it, sorry.” He chuckled, placing a few kisses along your shoulder. “I’m gonna start the shower, see you there.” You blew Seonghwa a kiss as San laid you on the bed, your body weakly flopping back as San hovered over you. His demeanour went dark as he lowered himself to you, his finger trailing along your jaw line. “All mine now.” You giggled quietly, watching as he teased your entrance. “All yours and you’re being a tease.”

San smirked down at you as he pushed just the tip in and out of your hole, watching as you pouted each time he refused to push deeper. “Say my name.”

“Sannie,” You giggled,

San furrowed his eyebrows, “Try again.” His voice was low as his continued to edge you on, now using his cock to rub circles on your clit.

Your breathing started to labor as pleasure built, only pushing San to move his leaking red tip even faster.

“Please…” You moaned, your back arching slightly off the bed, “Please fuck me daddy.”

With one slow thrust San bottomed out inside you, pushing you into an orgasm even without moving.

His lips found yours, kissing you softly as sweetly as his lips started to move slowly with yours, gradually picking up speed as your body shook with pleasure beneath him.

Your arms and legs wrapped tightly around San, holding him close as you both edged towards your next peak.

“You’re so perfect baby girl.” San moaned in your ear, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck and jawline.

You tugged his lips back to yours, kissing him roughly as he pulled your legs up, pushing himself deeper inside you.

“Daddy please…” You whined, watching as he focused on his cock penetrating.

Your eyes met with his as your walls started to contract, “Daddy…”

San’s hips started to slam harder as you both reached peak, your body sunk deep into the bed as you felt his warm cum coat your insides.

San’s body rested against yours, his raspy breath hot on your neck as your bodies calmed.

“You’re so amazing.” San whispered, pressing soft kisses onto your skin before pulling you off the bed with him.

You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, weak from all the attention you had just gotten.

San chuckled at you, shaking his head as he swooped you into his arms bridal style.

“Thank you Daddy” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your body dipped down into a hot bath, the soft scent of lavender calming you even more. Your eyes fluttered opened as Seonghwa dragged a warm cloth across your body, pressing gently at the small bruises that now covered your neck, breast and shoulders.

“I love you both.” You whispered, slowly drifting to sleep.

#if this flops I’m gonna cry on #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez san #ateez seongjoong #ateez x female reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #park seonghwa smut #choi san smut #park seonghwa x reader #choi san x reader #seonghwa smut #san smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfics

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mewhenimanangel · 10 months

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4! ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 4 synopsis: Rio invites you over for dinner after hearing how Miles stuck up for you at the party.

wc: 2.1k

warnings!: cursing, teens in love, kissing, suggestive themes, google translate spanish

translations: cariño - sweetie, venid a comeros los dos - come eat you two, mi pequeño caballero - my little gentleman, mantén esa puerta abierta chico - keep that door open, boy

It was Monday morning and you sat in the mirror getting ready for school. You did your usual school make up routine of mascara, concealer, blush, and signature lip combo. You let her braids hang down today and sprayed your perfume. "Mommy can you drive me to school today?" you asked your mother as you went to put food and water in Bobo's bowls. "Sure why?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Got that big doofy project and i'm not walking with all that" "Alright well hurry up cause I gotta go"

You grabbed the project from the closet and went to put it in the backseat of the car. You ran back upstairs to grab your bag and say bye to Bobo. You settled in the car putting your seatbelts on as your mom drove off. You got a little nervous knowing you'd have to see Miles face to face again. You had been texting non stop yesterday but now you'd have to see him again after their kiss.

You looked out the window to see Spider-man stopping some guy trying to rob a mini mart. "At least that boy's working hard to keep people safe" your mom said rubbernecking. "Yeah he's so cool" you said taking a picture of the scene. After a few minutes she pulled up in front of the school and you grabbed the project from the back.

Entering the building you made a B line to Mr. Johnson's class, not wanting to try and keep that in your locker. You walked in the classroom and saw Peter standing there with his partner talking to Mr. Johnson. "Yo n/n" he called out as you put the project on the back counter. "Hey Peter" you gave him a smile. "Listen I'm real sorry about that guy last night. Are you good?" he asked, sentimental for the first time like ever. "Yeah it's okay, I promise" you nervously laughed off. He came over and gave you a small hug, before you left to go to your locker.

Zoya and Kiona walked up to you "Hey bebe" she said resting her head against the locker. "Hey Z, hey Kiona" you greeted them. "Im already ready for the weekend. Feeling extra fucking tired today" you groaned slamming the locker shut. "Too real. I'm exhausted" Kiona agreed.

"Alright I'll see you guys later" you said turning down the opposite hallway. "Yo Y/n wait up!" you turned around, face dropping to see the guy who harassed you at the party. "How do you know my name?" you asked in a flat unamused tone. "That's not important, just wanted to say sorry" he brushed off. "Okay." you said beginning to walk away. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far.

"Wait! You're not gonna say anything back?" he asked seeming offended. "What else am I supposed to say to you? You said sorry I said okay." "Come on, no 'i forgive you'" you narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. "I don't forgive you why would I forgive you??" you spat. "Because It wasn't that fucking serious" he rolled his eyes.

"Dude you gotta leave her the fuck alone" Miles said walking up beside you. He looked back and forth between you and Miles before walking off "Fuck this" "Thanks..again. Could've held my own there but" "I know you could've." he smiled. "Uh by the way, my mom wanted to know if you'd wanna come over for dinner" he asked.

When he came home last night his mom saw blood on his fist and asked him what happened. He said it was nothing until she pushed an answer out of him. He told her what happened and she ultimately decided to invite you over. After all her son has been at this girl's house and she barely even knows her.

You tried to contain your excitement and nervousness - his mom wanted to meet you. "U-uh yeah that sounds nice. When?" you asked hiding a smile. "Friday night. That okay with you?" he asked hoping you'd say yes. "Yeah I'll ask my mom but it should be fine" The bell rung and you realized you'd be late. "I'll see you later. Get ready to present" you said hurrying to your class.

In physics, you and Miles concluded your presentation on inertia by using toy cars and a ramp. "Nice job you two. You work well together." he said writing something on his clipboard. You looked at each other and smiled before sitting back down.

🩰

The week had gone by and your heart was racing. Your mom had given you permission to go to dinner at Miles' house so here you were in your mirror frantically trying to make a good impression. You went with a sort of calm 'classy' makeup look and let your braids stay down. You wore a black long sleeve knit sweater with a black pleated skirt and a pair of loafers with white socks. Your mom had bought a bouquet of flowers from the market and told you to give it to Mrs. Morales.

On the walk over to Miles' building, you were practically shaking. You walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. The lady who opened it had curly hair braided over to one shoulder. You could see the resemblance to Miles so you assumed that was his mom. "Hi sweetie, you're Y/n I'm assuming" she smiled at you.

"Hi Mrs. Morales" you put your hand out to shake. "These are for you" you handed the woman the bouquet of roses. "Aww thank you, cariño. Jeff, baby, can you put these in some water" Just then a tall man came up behind her. "Hey, Y/n right?" to which you nodded her head. "Yeah Miles been chatting non stop about you. He's in his room by the way." "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes" Mrs. Morales told you.

You walked in and peeled your shoes off, before following Mr. Morales' direction of where his room was. His door was open so you looked in and saw him on his bed with headphones on, seemingly drawing something. You knocked to alert him of your presence. "Oh Y/n, I didn't hear you come in" he lit up "Yeah your mom let me in." "Hey I didn't know you draw" you stood there awkwardly looking around his room, eyes landing on his collectibles. "Hey I used to have this" you said holding it. "Yeah that's pretty rare..please don't open it" he said in a small voice. "I wouldn't, m'not stupid" you joked putting it back in its resting place.

You looked around again spotting a familiar mask sticking out of his drawer. "Oh you like spider-man too?" you asked, missing the way Miles' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh yeah...something like that" he sighed. "Miles dinner's ready, venid a comeros los dos" his mom called out. "You can leave your jacket and your bag in here" Miles said, leading the way.

You smiled in delight at the scent of the food, everything smelled and looked amazing. You took a seat next to Miles while his parents sat on the other side. "Help yourself honey, plenty to go around." his mom said as they all began sharing their food. You took a bite and nod her head. "Oh this is really good, Mrs, Morales." you said taking another bite.

"Thank you sweetie, and you can just call me Rio."You nodded your head and continued to eat. "So, how did you and Miles meet?" Mr Morales asked. "Oh on my first day i had bumped into him and he helped me find the principal's office" you told them. "Ahh mi pequeño caballero" Rio said, earning an awkward smile from Miles.

You spent the next thirty or so minutes chatting about their lives and getting to know each other. Miles just sat back and watched you as you talked to his parents. They finished up dinner putting their plates in the sink "I can help you wash up?" you offered. "Ah don't worry sweetie, go hang out with Miles. Mantén esa puerta abierta chico" she told Miles as they went into his room. You sat on his bed moving up against the wall. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good with anything"

You guys settled on 'Someone Great' on Netflix and got comfortable in his bed, stealing glances at each other. Miles inched his hand closer to yours that was resting on your thigh. He mustered up the courage to intertwine his fingers with yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You looked at each other with small grins, studying each other's face. "You are really really pretty" he blurted out. "You are too" you said before pressing her lips to his in a heartfelt kiss, eyes falling shut.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. The movie now disregarded, you found your way onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and he let his hands rest on your cheeks before moving down to your waist. They then trailed down to your thighs lightly rubbing small circles over them.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, wordlessly asking permission. He smiled against your lips before granting you access. He brought his lips down to where your jaw and neck meet pressing a kiss there. His hands moved to your ass, lightly squeezing it. Suddenly they heard a creak of a floorboard just outside his room and you frantically got up off his lap and sat back next to him.

"You two okay?" it was his mom. "Yeah mami we're good." Miles answered, hiding his heavy breathing. When she walked away you both sighed and giggled, his hand finding its way back to your. He looked away, eyes landing on the spider-man mask from earlier that you forgot to put back properly. He sat in thought for a few minutes before speaking up again

"Y/n...Can I tell you something?" he said looking into your eyes. "Yeah what is it? You don't got a secret girlfriend or anything right" you joked. He chuckled shaking his head. "No no. But you have to promise nothing's gonna change. And promise you'll keep this between us.

Your eyebrows furrowed before nodding your head. "I'm...I'm Spider-man" he rushed the words out of his mouth. You giggled before looking at his face looking for signs of kid. "Wait are you serious?" He nodded his head and raised his arm in the direction of the mask. Suddenly a piece of silky web shot out of his wrist and pulled the mask to his hand. Your jaw had dropped in astonishment before looking at the mask and then back at him. "There's no way" you breathed out, amazed. "Does anyone else know? Do your parents know?" you asked, holding the mask and looking at it. He shook his head "Just you and Ganke."

He went on to tell you about how he first got his powers and how he replaced Peter Parker, how his powers worked. And then met a different Peter Parker from another universe and then four more spider people from other universes. And how he had to take down Kingpin to get them back home safely "So there's more? Do you visit them or something?" you asked him. His face twisted into a sad expression

"Nah, there's really no way to, you know." She sympathized with him "Well why would anything change? Miles you literally swing around the city and save people every day, that's so fucking cool and really really generous of you." you reached your hand out to hold his face. "I just can't believe you knew about my spider-man obsession and didn't say anything" you joked.

He laughed laughed before you moved closer to each other and resuming your kiss. Before it could get any further though, Miles pulled back. "Would you um let me take you out? On a real date? Like one without my parents?" he chuckled. "I would love that Miles" you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You'd plan your date for the following weekend at a really nice restaurant in downtown brooklyn. After a few minutes, your mom told you to start heading home, so Jeff gave you a ride, Miles tagging along. "Goodnight Y/n" Miles smiled at you. "Good night, Miles"

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #earth 1610 #spider man x reader

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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trouble follows

pairing: Jake Sully x Human!Reader

WC: 1K

warnings: cussing, quick mentions of death(basically nothing)

A/N: this is my first Jake Sully/avatar work. so it’s all over the place and doesn’t make the most sense. but i would definitely like to write for this world more (a new hyper-fixation) so if i do, bare with me since its a bit more complex than what im doing with stranger things.

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“Jake!”

That was the last time you said his name before he disappeared into the vast forest of Pandora as he ran away from a raging Thanator.

Your breathing was coming ragged and harsh, a hand falling atop your chest to try and force you to calm down, even though the situation wasn’t the best. You slumped over your bent knees with your eyes closed, really trying your hardest to not faint.

A hand fell on your shoulder and another began to rub circles along your back, and you already knew it was Grace without opening your eyes.

“(Y/n), just breathe. In and out, in and out.” She rubbed your back slowly, “listen to the sounds of the forest, let it all wash over.”

When a few minutes passed and your heart rate slowed to a normal pace and your breathing was steady, you stood up and reopened your eyes to see Grace and Norm looking at you with concern before relief floods their reactions.

“Feeling better?” Grace’s motherly tone flicked your ears.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But- but we have to get Jake. It’s too dangerous for him to be on his own.” Your hands ran over your face and pushed your hair back.

“I know, we’ll all get in the chopper and fly around. Pretty sure that Jarhead knows how to survive.” Grace tried to joke, but you saw a glimpse of her frown.

The three of you hurried back to Trudy and Lyle and told them the situation.

“I bet fifty bucks, meals on wheels is dead already or will be by tonight.” Lyle looked around, maybe waiting for any opposing bets.

You threw a scowl his way, nose crinkled with a low growl rising in your throat, “how about you shut the hell up, Wainfleet. Jake’s smarter than you, he’ll live.” That made him quiet real quiet and you were thankful for the peace.

Trudy flew over the surrounding area for a few hours, you and Grace both with binoculars on either side of the open doors looking down below hoping to spot something blue and something moving.

With the sun slowly setting and Trudy telling Grace they need to call it in for the night, you already grew mournful.

“He’ll just have to wait until morning,” Trudy voiced over the radio before heading back to hell’s gate.

You turned your head away from the darkening forest and with pitiful eyes, looked to Grace as she mumbled, “he won’t make it to morning.”

The sun had been fully set for two hours, and Jake showed no signs of waking up from his avatar. But he also showed no signs that he’s dead, and you’re praying to Eywa that he comes back to you.

“(Y/n), why don’t you get some food?” Max voiced behind you as the both of you stood beside Jake’s link bed.

You just shook your head, eyes glued to the display screen showing Jake’s face and vitals. His eyes were moving under his lids and his heart rate was moving, you were worried the second you looked away something bad would happen to him.

You pick at the skin around your nail beds, the burn a mindful distraction from the tears that wanted to leak out your tear ducts, something you told yourself you would never do in this place, with all these people. You were a scientist to the lab people, an extra body to the money-hungry higher-ups, and a nuisance to the military.

But to Jake, you were someone who stuck by his side through all the shit he went through on Earth. A shoulder to lean or cry on, a hand to squeeze for comfort, a face to stare at lovingly and smoother in warm kisses. You were each other’s safety line and if you lost yours, you'd sink to the bottom of the ocean very quickly.

Loud beeping pulled your attention away from your worries and instead zoned in on Jake’s screen and saw his eyes open and his chest panting.

“Grace! Norm! He’s awake!” You screamed for them even though they were less than a foot away, along with Max still behind you.

The four of you crowded around the link pod, Max and Norm lifting the top and then pushing the wires away from Jake’s chest. You grabbed Jake’s clammy hand that was close to you as Grace leaned in with a light and checked his pupils.

“Jake, Jake can you hear me?” He just nodded at Grace’s question.

Max helped push his upper half forward, your free hand helping in supporting him from slumping backward. Grace tapped her hand against Jake’s cheek a few times to get his brain properly working again, you just ran your thumb over his knuckles.

“Come on, marine. Gotta get those few brain cells working,” His eyelids fluttered and his pupils sized down, “there we go.”

You leaned in closer, hand abandoning his knuckles and moving it to rest against his cheek when Grace pulled away. His head leaned into your touch and rested his larger hand over yours.

“Oh Jake,” your forehead leaned into the side of his head, buzz cut tickling your face, “please don’t ever do something like that again. For the sake of my sanity, please don’t.”

“You think…you think I wanted to be chased by a- a-“

“A Thanator, marine.”

Jake just chuckled at Grace’s tone, “yeah.”

Your thumb continues its constant motion of rubbing along Jake’s cheek, “yeah, I do. Cause you cause trouble wherever you go.”

He just scuffed but didn’t say anything else while staying in your hold.

“Okay lovebirds. This is lovely, but Jake,” Grace leaned forward, “where is the avatar? Is it safe?”

Jake let a grin spread and a short laugh out while looking her dead in the eye, “oh, it’s safe. And you won’t believe where it is right now.”

You pulled away to look at his smug face, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

His grin just widened.

Trouble

....

might make a part two if anyone wants/i feel up to it.

#jake sully #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #jake sully x female reader #avatar imagine #avatar x reader #avatar 2009

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officiallyisagibrainrotted · 1 year

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+ My Clumsy Bitch +

G: 🍓-fluff (I guess)

Warnings: Sae being mean, grammar errors, might possibly add a few more details, Cuss words.

God you were so nervous to have this meeting, You were already 15 minutes late which was not a good thing for wanting a position.

There was already a long line of girls outside waiting patiently, You were quite shy so cutting in front of them was a bit of a hassle.

'Making my way to the front desk was like walking on stage with over a trillion eyes set on me'. Some whisper and shake their heads in annoyance'.

You finally made it to the desk .

"Um excuse me?". You ask politely. "I'm here for the assistance position".

The man behind the desk didn't even glance at you.

"There's a line sweetheart". He gruffs.

"Exactly" .Some girl from the back said.

This caused you to flinch.

"Uh, but um , I-I was scheduled for 2:40 today though". You said this nervously , already being in a slightly awkward position. The older and obviously annoyed man let's out a sigh before going to his computer.

"The first name is (F/n)". You told him before he types it in.

"Your last name". He commands the obvious as he impatiently taps his foot waiting for his answer.

"Oh yeah obviously". You tried to joke the situation but the man doesn't even smile.

"(L/n)". He types it in. "Ah". He stated, "The one who's late". He says this loud for everyone to hear.

Causing you to grow even more uncomfortable as more sets of eyes are on you now.

"Alrighty, it's gonna be the third door on your left, knock first I think another meeting going on".

You shook your head before you took the directions he gave you.

You were getting closer and closer to the door, with ever step you took you had to tell yourself to relax. Just as you were only feet away the door opens showing a girl running out of the room, with her hand covering her face as tears stream down her face along with her mascara.

"Good luck with this one" She whimpered to you not looking at you while say it .

The scene only made you panic,why was she crying? Is he really that mean? Or was she just crying for the lost position?. This series of questions ran through your mind as you try to answer them as a way to possibly get your heart to stop racing. But your thoughts were ruined when a voice spoke from the other side .

"Next".

You swallowed nervous before entering the room.

There were two men , one sitting cross legged , he had reddish-brown hair and turquoise eyes. Sae Itoshi.

The other stood slightly hunch over, he had glasses and straight black hair and a tired expression.

Itoshi spoke first , "You must be (random name)".

"O-oh no I'm (L/n) (Y/n,)". You corrected. "Uh I was scheduled for 2:40".

"Oh the one who wasted my time". Itoshi spoke with no filter.

"I'm very sorry!".You bowed your head slow. For to long apparently.

"Well hurry up and sit down I don't have all day". Sae says impatiently.

"R-right". You were quick to sit down on the chair across from him.

It was only a 25 minute meeting, you barley got anything about yourself out and he only glanced at your file.

"You're hired". Was all he simply said.

"Huh, B-but im not even ha-".

"Do you want the position or not?".

"Yes I do but-". You stop yourself mid sentence, realizing how lucky you are.

Sae turn to the man who was standing next to him

"Giroland,you can dismissed yourself, you've been replaced, you're no longer needed here as my assistant".

Your mouth dropped as you watch the man just got fired right in front of you.

That's how you got hired as the young famous football player's assistant

Approaching this man with something is like walking on egg shells...

He's not exactly suuuuuuper mean it's just that when he tell you to do something or whatever he aspects it to get done ASAP. Other then that there'll be almost no problems at all.

When you don't get work done ASAP:

"(Y/n) did you read the manual sheet I told you to read and sign".

"Uh I forgot them on my desk at home but I swear I'll have them tomorrow first thing in the morning".

His eyes narrow a bit . " You said that yesterday and the day before that ".

''Yes I know but-”

"Yea yea I know you're sorry, that's all you've been ever since I hired you, it's only been two weeks and you're already a fuck up".

His words stung you for sure as you avoided eye contact with him.

He sighed before dismissing himself. "And the mail I told you to pick up is on my desk I assume".

You nervously looked up at him before getting up from your seat . "I-i'll get them right away".

He rolls his eyes before exiting your room .

When you fuck up big time :

"Not again not again not again" . You repeated to yourself as you ran into the airport.

Which was crowded meaning you had to push people out of the way.

You felt bad but you were already late, you see you would usually sleep at a hotel room that's right across Sae's but you decided to go home instead since you had forgot something but it would be a hassle to go all the way back to the hotel.

Which was a bad idea since now you're late, you slept through your alarm and missed 7 miss calls and texts from Sae.

As you were approaching your flight area you could already see your manager impatiently waiting while checking his watch.

But when you finally got to him you immediately apologized and tried to explain why you were late but he ignores you by walking away to the lady waiting at the desk. Leaving you to try and catch up .

"Sae Itoshi and (Y/n) (L/n), Um hey I'm not seeing your names on the list for this flight, I mean I can check again but it's not popping up".

Sae's eyes twitched as he looks over to you.

"You did remember to book our flights did you?". He asked. And your mouth fell open.

''Um i-I swear I did". You stutter as you fish out your planning book from you bag and began to skim through pages that had list of previous request he had asked you to do that were already crossed out meaning you accomplished some them .

All accept one, the very last thing he asked you to do.

IMPORTANT :'Schedule flights '.

"I-". You started as you look up at him. But he wasn't having it .

"How the hell do you have a planning book but you can't remember jackshit". He cussed.

"We do have two seats available and they're first class too and they're right next to each other ". The lady at the front desk seems nervous as she said this.

"We'll take those then". The already on the verge of exploding male grumbles.

The flight was silent as you wrote in your book you usually don't write in public but after the recent events you needed to jot down your feelings.

Till you felt a small amount of pressure hit your shoulder you looked to see that none other then Sae Itoshi had fallen asleep on your shoulder. The grip you had on your pen tightened. Should you wake him up?. You decided not to as you began to relax on the outside yes, but on the inside you were fangirling like crazy.

He was so at ease, his face was to relaxed. You pressed index finger and ring finger against your lips before pressing them against his forehead.

When you're late, again:

"What's your excuse this time?". Sae commands as he hears you stumble in .

"I slept past my alarms, again" .

He shook his head , not even looking up at you .

"I'm sorry".

'' I know, don't just stand there you have shit to do don't you and you're already behind on the things I asked you for from the days before no to mention the shit that's I need for today ".

"Yes I know".

"Maybe if you got here on time you wouldn't have so much work piled up onto yourself and me on the verge of firing you".

You flinch." That won't be necessary I promise I'll do better!". The girl said as she bows her head in an shame .

When he confronts you about your screw ups

"You were late 7 times later week 3 times this week , you somehow cancelled one of my appointments, you forgot to schedule an appointment, you left all your important files back at America, you lost my phone and yours". He listed all your screw ups.

"You know I should fire you right?,A long time ago at that ".

"Yes I'm aware and I'm really sorry, I'll try and do better. If you'll keep me that is".

"..."

"But um, why haven't you fired me yet?"

He sighs before he gets up from his seat and approached you till he was right up against you .

His tense eyes met yours before you felt something soft press up against your forehead.

After he does his deed he walks past you, leaving you confused.

You gently rub the spot that was recently touched.

"That one was for the plan and you're lucky I like you a lot or else I would have been fired your ass".

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Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Pairing: Rich Fuckboy!Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summery: An unexpected call from Ben results in an unexpected evening.

Warnings: Smut (18+), Rich kid dickishness, dom/sub dynamics, mostly dom ben and sub reader, but also a little round the other way, a fair bit of derogatory/degrading language (esp whore), edging, cockwarming, a little spanking, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, piv sex, begging, bondage, forced orgasm. I think thats all.

Words: 12,890

A/N: Wasn't necessarily planning to write more of rich bitch Benny but then I saw some promo pics for his movie Love At First Sight and something in my brain booted up. This was written over a stupidly long time, literally months, so hopefully its okay lmao. Also please excuse any weird formatting. The way tumblr works, paragraphs can't be more than 4096 characters so some of the dialogue had to be broken up to make it postable.

Taglist: @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming@queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @rogersslave @scorpiogemini

“You get two questions.” “Five,” Bianca countered. “Two. I want to have a shower.” “Fine.” She agreed, disgruntled. Bianca had ambushed you the second you got home, having stayed up waiting on the couch to hear all about your date with Ben. She’d listened patiently, laughing or nodding and squealing a little, as you told her about the restaurant he’d chosen and the club and ending up on the yacht. But when you’d admitted you had slept with him, she got so excited you were a little worried she’d forget to breathe. Bianca thought for a moment, choosing which of her questions were most worth asking, “Okay, one, was he good? Like did you get off?” “Yeah, he was very good,” you smiled to yourself thinking about just how good he’d been, following all your orders. Bianca seemed a little relieved that the exceptional lover she’d fantasised about so many times could live up to the image. “Was he into any weird kinks?” You thought for a moment, contemplating how little you could get away with saying, “Nothing super unusual. But y’know that’s stuff you don’t necessarily bring out the first time.” “Nothing kinky? Not even like some bondage or spitting or anything?” “You asked me about weird! Yeah there was a little bondage. Spanking too.”

"I knew it!” she said before the loudest squeal yet and you hurried to shush her before a neighbour complained. “He was hung right? Please god tell me he was hung.” “Thats more than two questions.” “Fuck, c’mon Y/N. Just describe his dick for me. I've been trying to picture it for years, it’d be mean of you not to tell me.” You laughed, enjoying teasing her but you felt a little bad for sleeping with her celebrity crush so held up your hands to demonstrate an approximate length, “Comparisons could be drawn to horses.” Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas, “I knew it.” “He wasn’t super thick but he was decently long. Nothing crazy but more than enough. Very slight curve.” She’d closed her eyes and hummed as you described him, “It’s beautiful,” she said dreamily. Laughing, you bid her goodnight, looking forward to showering and then heading to bed, but once more she stopped you. “Wait, are you going to sell the story?” “Oh, I can’t. He made me sign an NDA. I’ve probably said too much already so don’t go repeating it okay.” “So that’s why no one ever spills too many details.” “Yeah, must be.” You felt a little bad for lying but you really wanted to shower, and you knew she’d ask more questions if you admitted you didn’t want to tell anyone now. If the night had gone more to Ben’s plan, if you’d let him be in control, you wouldn’t have had any qualms about writing to a magazine with the big scoop. But he’d obviously cultivated a particular image in the public conscious, one that didn’t necessarily align with ideas of him as a willing, even eager, submissive. The thought of selling that story made you feel dirty in a way the other versions just wouldn’t. So, at the end of the night you’d promised to keep it a secret, even if that meant remaining poor. You’d gotten to domme The Benjamin Hardy after all, what more did you need.

As it happened, it wasn’t so much what you needed, but rather what Ben did. Around two weeks after your night together, you answered a call from a private number, hoping it wasn’t a scam caller. Your surprise at hearing Ben’s voice saying your name was rivalled only by his apparent surprise that he was calling. “Um, what’s this about?” you felt entirely caught off guard. “I- well, I guess I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight?” It didn’t sound so much like he was asking you, as he was questioning his decision to call. You laughed, stepping into your cupboard and pulling the door closed so you’d be less likely to be overheard. The darkness made everything feel more surreal than it already did, “You already bored of the airheads who just do what you say?” He scoffed, his uncertainty falling away at the first opportunity to be a tosser, “No, actually, I’m looking for an easy shag. Most of my regular options are at this fashion thing this weekend but I knew you wouldn’t be invited.” “Fashion event? Is that what they told you? They’re probably off trying for a different sugar daddy.” “Good luck to them. They’ll all be back, but my cock’s hard now.” You rolled your eyes, “C’mon Benny, you don’t have to lie to me. Just admit you liked what I did to you and want me to do it again.” “I just liked your cunt.” “You liked me threatening to peg you.” He paused for a beat, “I like the idea of fucking your arse more.” “Okay, this is cute,” you said, growing bored of his asshole attitude, “but I’ve got better things to do. Bye Ben.” “Wait, don’t hang up.” You let him hang in silence for a few seconds before saying, “I’m listening,” intrigued by the way the bravado had dropped from his voice. “Would you like to get dinner with me?” “Just dinner?” “Yes. Your call if anything else happens.” You hummed in thought, weighing up your options. On one hand, Bianca would freak out at even the smallest hint there was more than just a one-night stand between you and Ben. And you didn’t really feel like being paraded in front of cameras or his boorish friends again. But on the other, you’d clearly awoken something in Ben. To the point where he seemed willing to go out with you again, even without the promise of sex. And that was after just one night of being edged....imagine what you could do with more time. “Okay, dinner sounds nice. But not at that ridiculous place you took me last time.” “You didn’t like it there?” “It was nice, but the cameras are a bit of a buzzkill.” “Well I can get us in anywhere else, but the paparazzi will find me wherever we go.” “So then let me pick where we eat.” “Do you have a standing reservation at any Michelin star restaurants?” “No but they’re not the only places to eat in this city.” you only just managed not to call him an idiot. “The only worthwhile ones. Michelin literally means delicious in French.” “It’s a tire company Ben, it means jack shit. Just let me pick where we eat.” “Fine, but only if I’m guaranteed a shag. A good one, that I get to control.” “What happened to just dinner?” “I think we both know just dinner wasn’t really going to happen. You liked my cock too much. But if I’m not allowed to choose where we go, you’re not allowed to dom me.” “But isn’t that the entire reason you called?” “Not the entire reason. I’ll have you know there were ulterior motives.”

By the time Ben pulled up you were waiting out on the street. You’d decided it was best to get out without Bianca finding out who you were going out with, just to minimize the questions and potential jealousy or excitement. You weren’t sure which direction her emotions would go in. So you’d twisted the truth a little to make it sound like Ben was a random guy you’d matched with on tinder. Bianca had been interested but not as overbearing as she might have been had she known, her questions more general ones about where you were going and how long you’d been messaging the guy. Ben seemed a little surprised when he saw you waitingbut got out and held the limo door open for you. “Worried if I came up you’d forget yourself and just have to get my cock out?” You snorted, “No, I just don’t want Bianca to know I’m going out with you again.” “Bianca....why does that name sound familiar?” “She’s my roommate. I mentioned her last time. She was with me when we met and you first asked me out.” “Oh, right, the chick who puked.” Ben laughed, “You worried she’d be jealous? Should have invited her, she sounds easy and you know that’s my type.” “Ben,” you said firmly, beginning to regret not just hanging up on him, “you know that sort of comment isn’t going to work on me, especially since you’re talking about my friend. Now either stop acting like such a prick, or I will go back upstairs and block your number. There is no one here who is going to be impressed by your bullshit. “Sorry.” He said softly and surprisingly sincerely, “You look nice, by the way.” “Sure you don’t want to tell me I should have dressed sluttier?” You waved a hand in front of yourself, indicating the dress you’d chosen. It was neither as short, nor as tight, as the dress you’d worn last time, falling to your knees, not clinging to your skin. The only vaguely revealing part of the dress was a little bit of cleavage on display and even that wasn’t much. “No, it suits you. And you look lovely in it.” You were a little suspicious but chose to accept the complement, thanking Ben before saying, “I did do as you asked though. No underwear.” He tried not to look too pleased, “Can I see?” “Not yet.” “What if I promise to go down on you until we get to wherever you’re taking me – which is where by the way?” You gave him the address and he passed it on to the driver. “So?” he asked as the car began to move, “You know I know how to eat pussy.” You rolled your eyes, though you felt that at least his tact included offering to pleasure you rather than just himself, “No. Not yet.” “I thought you promised to be my whore,” he pouted. Ben still wasn’t used to not getting his way immediately, “My whores do what I say when I say it.” “Well we both know that doesn’t work with me, does it baby,” you weren’t sure how far Ben would let you push him, but it was fun to test the waters. He made a low rumbly sound, almost a growl, and for a moment you wondered if he’d put his hand on your throat like last time, attempt to intimidate you into complying. Instead, he just nodded and subtly palmed the front of his pants. “I know I let you maul me in this limo last time,” you felt confident enough that he wouldn’t try anything to continue, “but that was when I was trying to lull you into a false sense of domination. So we’re going to have dinner first and you’re going to be nice to me. And then, once we’re on the way to your place, that’s when I’ll let you take control.” Ben was quiet for a moment, contemplating what you’d said. You could see his habitual tendencies to objectify every women he talked to were battling with his clear enjoyment of being bossed around, “Okay, deal. But you’ll be fucking in for it later.”

“Who’s house is this?” Ben asked as he offered you a hand out of the limo, the bag of food in his other. You leant back in to grab the bottle of champagne and the glasses, able to feel Ben ogling the hem of your dress as it rose up the back of your legs, “It’s not the house we’re here for, c’mon.” You led him around the corner and up a little alley that ran behind the houses. Ben scrunched up his nose a little, “Bit…dingy isn’t it. Not really the sort of place I want to eat. Quickie during a party is a different story though.” You ignored him, leading him further down the path until it opened out into a little garden which was surrounded by trees, making it feel removed from the outside world. Ben’s dissatisfaction with the alley turned into a bemused approval, “Well this is quite nice. You set it up yourself?” “No, the lights got put up for a Christmas party a few years back and they just left them up.” Ben looked around at the twinkling white solar lights draped throughout the tree branches, “Well it’s not what I was expecting but it’s nice. Cute. Little bit romantic even with the moonlight and all. Well done.” You laughed a little and took the bag from him as you sat down in the middle of a circle of stone pavers, pulling out the few dishes you’d ordered as well as some paper plates and bamboo cutlery. Ben watched you for a while until you told him to sit down. He warily crouched down, brushing leaf litter from a patch before he sat proper. When he caught your raised eyebrow he shrugged, “This suit is worth more than you make in a year. Not even the best cunt in the world could make me ruin it.” “You think I have the best cunt in the world? I’m flattered,” you continued dishing up the food, handing a plate to Ben. “That’s not what I meant. We’ll see after tonight though. If you behave and take me the way I want, you might be in the running.” You did your best to hide a smile, trying not to give away how amusing his comment was. That is, until he took it too far and your smile turned into an eye roll. “Although, to really be sure I’d have to have all the contenders lined up for me to test out one after another. Hmmm, now that’s a thought." You cleared your throat, hoping a gentle reminder would be enough but Ben remained lost in pornographically unrealistic fantasies, the outline of his cock much more visible than it had been a moment before. “Fork Ben?” you asked, tempted to poke him with the implement.” “You’ve gotten eager but alright.” This time you did poke him, just quickly in the shoulder, emphasising correct articulation as you repeated, “Fork.” “Ow, alright.” He took the cutlery from you, “you’re the one who was talking about cunts though. Can’t blame me for mishearing.” Before you could do more than huff in response Ben quickly said, “So, you gonna explain this place to me? Because I can tell you, if we’re caught trespassing here, we’ll definitely end up in the papers and that sort of publicity is much less fun than being seen at a nice restaurant.”

You shook your head as you settled back with your own plate, “No, we have permission to be here. Hows the food by the way?” “Incredible. Can’t believe I haven’t heard of them before.” “Well they don’t have any Michelin stars so maybe that’s why. And don’t you start telling your rich friends about it. I don’t want you ruining my favourite Thai place.” Ben laughed, “So when you say we have permission to be here what do you mean?” “Well, I grew up in this area actually. One street over, but I used to come to this spot a lot. It was designed to be a little community garden, there’s still some planters over along the fence, but mostly it gets used for street parties and things, so usually it was empty. I used to come here when I wanted to be alone. It seemed so secret and secluded and, I don’t know, kind of magical I guess. I mean, now I know it wasn’t quite as secret as I thought. The house that we’re behind can see directly between those two trees,” you pointed at them, “and the old couple who used to live there were friends with my parents, so they’d keep an eye on me. And then when I was a bit older I did some baby sitting for their daughter who eventually moved back into the house to look after her parents and who still lives there now since she inherited it.” “So she can see us? Didn’t know you were into exhibitionism.” “She’s overseas at the moment. But our families have kept in contact and when I said I had a date I wanted to bring here she said it’d be fine.” “Condemning silence about exhibitionism which I’ve definitely filed away. But this place is nice. A little dirty perhaps, but nice.” He had another mouthful and then said, “So, why exactly did you bring me here?” “Isn’t that obvious?” He hummed thoughtfully, “Because you’re a dirty girl who likes doing it outside? Because you didn’t want me to have home ground advantage? Because you don’t like the idea of other women having me and this way you get me all to yourself? Am I getting close?” “I wanted to see you away from the cameras and the fawning models and the arseholes you call friends. I wanted a nice, normal sort of a night where we weren’t going to end up on the front page of every gossip website. And I wanted to see if you were a prick even without an audience.” “Please, you like it” he scoffed teasingly, “And I don’t understand what you’ve got against having your photo taken. I told you last time that being seen is half the fun. I mean, don’t me wrong, this is nice too. Just a bit boring in comparison.” “Mmm, well I’m sure there’ll be plenty of articles speculating on where you were tonight since no one’s got a picture.” Ben perked up a little at the idea, “That’s a good point. Maybe a quiet night every so often isn’t a bad idea.”

For the next little while, as you finished your dinner, Ben oscillated between total sweetheart and utter dickhead, as though he were playing Double Dutch with the line between. You’d hoped that getting him on his own would discourage some of the behaviours he’d displayed last time you’d been with him. If he wasn’t around his idiot friends, he’d have no one to objectify women with. If you weren’t at a restaurant, none of his previous or prospective conquests could remind him of wild nights that he’d then tell you all about. If he couldn’t throw money around in order to buy your company for the night, he’d have to offer stimulating conversation and a genuine reason for your interest instead. But apparently it was not as cause and effect as you’d assumed and Ben still managed to do all the things you’d hoped to avoid. And if anything, being alone with him with no other women to distract made him even more intent on getting you out of your clothes. He suggested first that dinner would taste better eaten off your tits. And then when you tried to come up with a new topic of conversation, he decided to reminisce about a time he’d seduced a TV personality on the set of a cooking show after they’d both been judging it. And every time you took a sip of champagne he’d watch as if telepathically trying to get you drunk. The annoying thing was that in between he was absolutely delightful. You knew there was a decent man buried beneath the layers of wankery his affluent lifestyle had imbued him with. But it was only after he smiled charmingly, leaned in close, and suggested you give him a quick handy if you weren’t going to lift your skirt, that you grew fed up enough to voice the opinion you’d formed about his style of flirting. “Y’know, I thought you’d be better at it.” “Better at what?” he asked suspiciously, “I can assure you I’m incredible at it, you just need a proper demonstration.” “No not that. Flirting. I mean, that is what you’re trying to do isn’t it?” “Obviously,” he said, taken aback. “I guess you’ve never had to really try have you? You were blessed with looks and money. Probably never been turned down in your life, even when you should have been.” “What are you talking about? Don’t tell me you actually are as dumb as the rest of them. And here I was thinking fucking your brains out would be an actual accomplishment.” “No, I just….it’s not good flirting. You realise that right?” “What do you mean not good flirting? It works every time.” “No, I think it’s the money that works every time. Being rich means you can get away with a lot of other bullshit.” When he seemed likely to try and contradict you, you spoke over the top of him, “Listen, I know I can’t speak for every woman you hit on but I can tell you that if an average looking guy with an average amount of money tried to flirt the way you do, he would be shot down. Very, very quickly. For the most part women don’t want to be degraded by random guys they go out with. And they don’t want to hear about all your other conquests when you’re hitting on them.” “Well what would you know,” he said, crossing his arms in sullen defensiveness.

You turned up the condescension, “Aww baby, I get it. You’ve never had to learn how to keep a girl interested without buying her attention." Ben was still pouting but his expression had changed, less cocksure. “It’s okay baby, I’ll keep you in line.” Ben gave half a nod but then paused, “Hey, wait. Stop making me feel subby, I’m meant to be domming tonight.” You laughed at how he sounded almost like he was going to throw a tantrum, “but it’s so easy and fun.” “Well turning you into a fucked out cockslut will be fun too.” There was a short pause and then Ben, much more seriously said, “But you really think my flirting is bad?” “I hate to break it to you but, kinda yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. You just need some work. Sometimes you take things a bit far with the teasy banter.” “Like when?” “Hmmm well, just before when you were bragging about how expensive your suit is – which is pretty unsexy by the way – and then I countered with a joke about having the best cunt in the world. Personally I didn’t mind your come back about making me behave or whatever. It was a little crass maybe but not too much more than what I’d said, and since we both know I’m letting you take charge tonight it was a bit hot. But then you took it too far by inventing a scenario in which you would have the chance to compare me to other women. We went from hot to ick in a matter of seconds.” “I’m pretty sure I was implying that you would win.” “Didn’t really sound like it and absolutely not the point. How can I put it? When you talk to me like I’m a normal human being not something put in front of you for your sexual gratification, when we have a proper conversation with a little bit of banter, that’s fun and enjoyable and makes me want to sleep with you. But then you’ll tell me about some other woman you had sex with or you’ll make a derogatory comment about my friend, whom you’ve not even properly met, or you’ll act like you expect me to get my tits out as, I don’t know, decoration while you eat. Basically anything to imply that the only reason you’re even here with me is to have sex.” “But that was the agreement.” “I know. And I am totally fine with having a night out with the expectation it’ll end in sex. But it would be nice, and it would make me want to fuck you more, if you acted like getting laid wasn’t the only thing you care about. Especially because sometimes it’s like you don’t even care who you have sex with as long as you get off, like you have no interest in if I enjoy it, you just want to use me cause I'm there.” “And that’s bad?” “As a flirting technique yes.” “But it’s a complement? And I’ve been with loads of women who say being used is hot.” “Well it’s not the nicest complement ever. And I’m not saying it isn’t hot in some situations. But not everyone likes it and even women who do enjoy it don’t necessarily want it all the time or with someone they’ve never slept with before.” “Lighten up, it’s a bit of fun and I always get them off." “Yeah but you imply that you don’t care if they cum or not which makes you seem like a bit of an asshole. Plus sometimes it can come off a little rapey. Less like a ‘I don’t care if you cum’ and more of a ‘I don’t care if you actually want it’ type thing. I don’t think I need to tell you why that’s unattractive.” “I- no- how,” Ben spluttered before he finally managed, “I would never!” “I’m not saying you have and I’m not saying you would. But sometimes you can come off a bit like that, even if it’s well intentioned. Last time we went out you pinned me down in the back of your car, your hand on my throat, and told me I was going to do everything you wanted. You were practically a stranger, I didn’t know where we were, I had no quick way of leaving partly because we were in your car and partly because of the stupidly high shoes I was wearing. It was kind of threatening. I mean I know that wasn’t your intention but…” you trailed off letting Ben absorb what you’d said.

“I really didn’t realise that’s how I sounded, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. I was never scared or anything, I didn’t think you would rape me. And I don’t say this to accuse you of something or to be mean. I’m just sick of some of the things you’ve been saying, and I think you deserve to know that what you think is cheeky flirting can come across differently to the women you’re flirting with. "Um, well, thanks I guess. ‘Spose it is better for me to know. Don’t want to get cancelled or whatever, father would kill me. So, do you want me to take you home now?” “What? No, not at all.” “I don’t want you to think you have to sleep with me. If you want to end tonight early, I’m okay with that.” “Oh, baby, no, that’s not what I want. I came here knowing I’d end up in your bed and I think we can still have fun. Besides, I’m still eating.” “Are you sure? Wouldn’t think you’d still be up for it after everything you said.” “To tell the truth I'd really love to dom you now. Punish you for some of the gross bullshit you’ve said, put you in your place again. But we made a deal and I’m very happy to hold to it.” “Really? I think you killed my boner.” You giggled, “Well if you don’t want to, we can just finish dinner and you can drop me home. But I think I can get you back up.” Ben eyed you suspiciously, “How?” “I train you to behave better.” He shifted surreptitiously but didn’t say anything. “We stay here, finish dinner, finish his bottle of champagne, talk for a bit. But every time you say something I would consider bad flirting technique, I will do something to remind you to be better. Pull your hair, maybe edge you, whatever will get the message across.” “I guess that could be fun.” Ben said, trying to sound as if he didn’t mind and failing, “Not really the deal we made though.” You laughed, “Are you telling me that wouldn’t make you want revenge? Being edged and teased when you were meant to be in charge. Wouldn’t that rile you up. Make you want to turn the tables, show me who’s boss. I mean, all your cocky dom behaviour is what got me wanting to tie you up last time, but maybe it doesn’t work like that for you.” “Oh! I hadn’t thought of it like that.” “Because you like when I tell you what to do.” “No. Well maybe a bit. But mostly because I feel bad and thought I should just do what you want so you’d know I wouldn’t, like, hurt you or whatever. I mean, I would have expected another night for you to make it up to me but…” “It is tempting but I’ll admit I might have some ulterior motives for letting you dom me,” you leaned closer to Ben as if you were about to reveal a big secret, “You can learn a lot about how to control a guy by letting him control you. So I’m happy to let you do virtually anything you want to me. With a few exceptions.” “What sort of exceptions?” “I don’t mind anal play,” you dropped into a more serious tone rather than the sultry one you’d slipped into, “but I haven’t done any prep for it so none of it tonight please. Also, I would prefer any marks left are in easy to hide places. Concealer can be bloody expensive and I don’t want to waste any on whatever hickeys and bruises you want to leave. And I’m not super into choking. I don’t mind a hand on my neck but no squeezing if possible.” Ben hummed, “But everything else is on the cards? Mouth and cunt? Spanking? Hair pulling? Tying you up?” “Mmhmm. Whatever you want. As soon as we’re back in that car of yours. Of course, if you’re feeling all subby then that could be what you want.” A low rumble emanated from Ben’s throat as if he were growling and it made you intrigued and a little wet. But you did your best to play it cool, “See, looks like we’re fixing your boner already.”

Fortunately for you, it seemed to take Ben a little while to grasp just what you considered inappropriate flirting. At first you kept your reminders small, giving him firm taps and small pinches, maybe cutting him off to tell him to try again. But, when the lessons didn’t seem to be sticking, you ramped it up a little. By the time you were finished with the food and had moved on to finishing the champagne, he once again tried to describe a night he’d spent with another women, going into unnecessary detail about her figure in less than polite terms. You let him talk as you undid his zip and reached into his pants. Ben hummed as your fingers stroked along his already semi hard length, easily pulled free since he’d not worn underwear either, “Your gonna try and outdo her now are you?” he asked, seemingly having forgotten your threats, “Hope you know how to suck properly cause she was an expert.” You didn’t respond, just kept focused on the handjob as Ben went back to describing what the young woman had done to him. His voice became strained as he got more excited, his cock well and truly hard within your grasp, beads of precum at his tip. “Why’d you stop?” he groaned when you removed your hand before he could finish. “I told you I’d edge you.” “I thought you were bluffing,” he admitted, his face flushed. “Oh I never joke about edging baby. Especially when I’m using it to correct bad behaviour.” “What’s to stop me just finishing myself off?” “Well then you obviously wouldn’t need me at all tonight.” Ben’s hand hovered over his cock for a moment before he moved it aside. “Good boy. Now tell me more about that art show you mentioned. Did you say there was an auction?”

“Um, yeah.” He blinked like he was trying to get his brain to switch thought, “Father thinks I should be seen at fundraisers and charity events more than at clubs and restaurants so I mostly went to keep him off my back. It was mostly pretty boring but I ended up winning this stunning painting, only good piece of the night. Very detailed nude. The tits on her, phwoar. I even met the model who posed for it. Wanted to com-” Ben cut himself off as you began wanking him again. “Sorry.” “Thank you for apologising baby,” you sped your hand up, figuring since he’d caught himself before he said anything really bad you wouldn’t draw this one out. “You can stop, I didn’t say anything.” “Aww baby, I still have to edge you. Otherwise you’ll never learn.” Ben swore when you did release him, his breath heavy as he said, “That wasn’t fair. I wasn’t even going to say anything bad. Besides your tits are better. Not as big but I’ve touched both and yours are better. No, no, please.” “You can come up with a better complement than that.” You sighed, as if edging him was a chore you didn’t enjoy. “Fucking bitch. I know this is just cause I’ve got the best cock you’ve ever had and you wanted an excuse to touch it.” “Amazingly, that’s worse. And it’ll cost you another three edges. One for calling me a bitch. One for being so far up your own ass you think I couldn’t possibly have had better. And one because I know you’re enjoying this and that’s why you keep saying the douchiest shit.” You pulled your hand away, “Thats one.” Ben whined when you started on the next, the break between only short. “Don’t cum,” you reminded him, “it will not stop me, I’ll just overstimulate you instead. Maybe then you’ll really learn your lesson.” “Please, please, close,” Ben managed to whimper, and you pulled your hand away again to reward him. Ben whined and pounded his fist against the ground once, but he managed to keep whatever thoughts he was having to himself. He was clearly learning. “Just one more, okay baby?” Ben nodded, leaning back on his elbows. His cockhead was dark and precum dripped down his shaft. He wouldn’t last if you began another edge too soon so you decided to toy with him in other ways while you waited. Pushing yourself to your knees, you gathered the hem of your dress in your fists and slowly began to raise it. “Wasn’t sure I believed you,” Ben said, not quite managing to sound as cocky as he had before the edges but making a valiant attempt “Good to know you can follow instructions.” He reached a hand out as if to touch your naked pussy but you tutted and grabbed his wrist. “Not yet, baby.” you shuffled closer, keeping the front of your dress lifted as you placed a knee on either side of his legs. “Now edge yourself for me.” Ben groaned with longing as he looked at your cunt, but then he switched to glaring at you as he did as you’d said, slowly working his hand along his shaft, aided by precum and a little of his own spit. You’d been fully prepared to rub yourself along his cock or even against his thigh if he’d made a fuss, but he hadn’t even tried to argue. He was clearly planning your demise, if his expression was anything to go by, but you had expected that and only minded in so much as you were missing out on the subby little face he made when you’d had him last and he’d given in completely. But you let him go, occasionally instructing him, but mostly just watching his reactions, seeing if you could pick when he was close. It didn’t take long for him to get there, whining as he pulled his hand back. “Good boy,” you let your dress drop again, leaning forward to carefully tuck his leaking cock back into his pants, hoping that just your touch wouldn’t set him off.

Settling back onto the rug you continued the conversation as if nothing had happened, sipping at your champagne. Ben drank his a little faster, still staring daggers at you from over the rim of his glass, even when responding to you. But he seemed to have learnt his lesson. Once or twice he started to say something but cut himself off and changed tact, and you ended up having a genuinely pleasant chat. He was still flirty, still explicit about how much he wanted to fuck you, just less obnoxious about it. You didn’t have to hear about any more of his previous sexual escapades at any rate, and he was attentive enough to make you feel like sex was only most of what he cared about. Finally, you decided to put him out of his misery and see what he had in store for you. “Bottles empty." “I’ve got more back at the hotel” Ben said, catching on instantly – the bottle had been empty for a little while. “Perfect,” you smiled and let him help you to your feet, collecting the rubbish in the bag from the Thai place and dropping it into a bin out on the street as he hurried you back to the car. The driver stubbed out a cigarette on the road when he saw you approaching and was holding the door open by the time you reached him.

You were barely inside when Ben put his hand on your knees, pushing your legs open. “Already?” you asked, breath hitching as he exposed you. “Are you kidding? After what you did tonight, you think I’d wait?” he leaned in closer, one hand sliding up your thigh as the other remained firm on your knee so you couldn’t close your legs again, “After last time you really think I wouldn’t be itching to get my hands on you? You got something no one else has had and I’m so fucking annoyed that I liked it. I went home so pissed off after we docked because I know that you could have me on my knees, at your beck and call, in an instant. And I can’t have you out there bragging about it, telling anyone else, or I’m ruined. Especially because I also love domming sluts. Now, we did your quiet little dinner thing, I listened to you criticise me and imply I don’t satisfy my women. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I let you have some fun at my expense. You were obviously so desperate to get my cock out that you had to make up an excuse to touch me,” his fingers stroked against your cunt and he smirked as if your wetness was proving him right, “but that’s okay. I like my whores desperate.” You wanted to interrupt him, to tell him that he was wrong, or better yet to steal control from him again, but as soon as you opened your mouth his palm was covering it. “Shhh no, it’s my turn to talk. I think it’s time for you to have a lesson, a hard lesson, in what it means to be my whore. That was our deal anyway. So you’re going to be quiet and do what I want. Nod if you consent.” You decided you must have got through to him at least a little bit since he was now trying to make consent clear, it was a far cry from when he’d last had you pinned down in his limo anyway, and you had agreed to it beforehand. So you nodded. “You’re going to be an eager and willing slut for me aren’t you?” You nodded but it wasn’t enough for Ben who moved his hand away and ordered “repeat what you are.” “You’re eager and willing slut. Sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. And you will enjoy everything I do to you. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise. Now show me your cunt again.” He sat back and you readjusted yourself in the seat, hitching your dress up as you spread your legs wider. Ben hummed in appreciation, “Touch yourself for me.” You swallowed thickly and did as he asked, stroking your fingers over your lips, already a little wet from teasing him. But Ben expected more, “Do it properly. You know how big I am, get yourself ready so I can fit.”

It made you want to roll your eyes but you resisted the urge, ready to play along like you’d promised. Instead, you kept eye contact with him as you stuck your fingers in your mouth, slicking them up with saliva before moving them back down to your cunt. On another day you might have been able to use the position to your advantage, make him so eager for you with your display that you could take charge before he realised what was happening. You were certain that if you’d made Ben watch you fingering yourself last time he would have turned submissive before you even made it onto the yacht. But he seemed determined to give you a taste of your own medicine today. He made a pleased sound and just watched. There was definitely a tension to him – something in the way he sat back from you and how his hand rested on the edge of the seat as if he were about to dig his fingers into the soft leather to keep from giving in – but he kept up the appearance of nonchalance. Which made you less sure of your assessment, and more worried about what he had in store for you. By the time you were adding a third finger, you felt very flustered and warm. Ben hadn’t looked away once. He’d relaxed more, content with watching despite how he was straining against the fabric of his pants. He’d made a couple of comments to either instruct you more specifically, or to gloat about how following orders suited you. “You like to play at taking charge, but we both know you want a man like me to control you.” You shook your head but your defiance was undercut by a whine. Ben just laughed, “you’re cunt agrees with me. I can see how wet you are. I can hear it. Don’t think you’re wet enough to handle my cock yet though. Guess I should give you a hand.” He’d been slowly rolling up his sleeve as he spoke but once it was up he quickly moved to take over. His body boxed you in against the seat and he pulled your fingers free, replacing them with his own. You half expected him to reach for your throat like last time but he didn’t. He did however shove three large fingers into your cunt, making you whine a little at the extra stretch of them. “Knew you needed help,” he smirked as he began fingering you relentlessly, his movements shallow and fast but reaching deeper. After a few rapid strokes he added in a little curl of his fingers against your front wall and you moaned suddenly. The look Ben gave you was his most insufferable yet, entirely too pleased with himself, but there wasn’t much you could do since he was making you feel so good.

Entirely too quickly he stopped and you looked around confused, wondering if you’d arrived already. Ben didn’t answer, more concerned with getting his pants undone and pushing them down. You were about to suggest that maybe he was the desperate one when he sat down and beckoned you over. “You wanted it so bad, whore, here you go.” When you didn’t move straight away he clicked his fingers, “I know it's a monster but your cunt can take it. C’mon.” You moved closer and Ben grabbed your hips, manhandling you onto his lap, groaning as you sank down he shaft. Your back was to Ben, so you braced your hands on his knees, assuming you were meant to ride him. But he stopped you, wrapping an arm around you to keep you still, “no don’t move. You can warm me for a bit while I explain the trouble you’re in.” You squirmed, not out of a strong desire to exhaust yourself riding him, more to show he wouldn’t have it too easy, even if you had agreed to submit. Ben’s grip remained tight but his other hand did slip down to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit with surprising ease and rubbing it lightly. Not firm enough to get you very far but enough to make you want more. “You’re going to get a taste of your own medicine. I’m going to make you wait, and I’m going to make you beg, and I’m going to have you as much as I can tonight. And maybe again in the morning if you’re lucky.” “How do you know I’ll beg?” “Well if you don’t that’ll be your problem. Because you won’t be cumming until you do. But, see, I’ll get off as much as I want. Your little edging game means that even just being in you has me close already. It gave me some ideas too.” That was when he started rubbing your clit properly, his fingertips pressing against it, pulling you closer to the edge. You knew it wouldn’t last, that he’d stop before you got anywhere near orgasm, but that didn’t change how disappointing it was when he did. Especially because you involuntarily clenched around his cock at the sudden lack of stimulation, and heard Ben groan in your ear. “God you feel good when I deny you,” he said as he started again. You quickly lost track of how many edges you had and how long you’d been in the car. Ben hadn’t had the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but he’d made you whine and whimper. And he’d had more actual satisfaction than you, managing an orgasm just from the wet warmth of you tightening around him a few times. He’d gone rigid for a moment as he reached his release but then he’d recovered himself and gone right back to edging you. You’d tried to clench around him more intentionally, hoping to overstimulate him a little, but if he felt much he didn’t let on. Which meant that by the time he pushed you from his lap you could feel a combination of his cum and your slick on your thighs and dripping from your cunt. The car pulled up as Ben said, “Clean yourself up,” tossing you a few tissues from a pocket inside his suit jacket, “Can’t have you dripping through the foyer.” That felt more humiliating than anything else he’d done or said, especially because of how horny and wet you were, but Ben didn’t seem to notice as he tucked himself away again and smoothed out his suit. Once you’d straightened yourself up as much as you could in the confines of the limo, Ben helped you out, once again acting the gentleman as he offered you his arm.

You tried to act as normal as possible as you walked through the foyer of what was obviously a five star hotel, an ambitious goal considering what had happened on the drive there and how fancy the place seemed. "Do you live here?” you asked, hoping that having a conversation to focus on would help with the image you were attempting to cultivate. Ben shook his head as you approached the lifts, “No, I have a house. Father bought it for me when I turned 18. He thought it would do me good to live on my own or something. But I never take the women I fuck there.” You blinked, surprised, “why not?” “If I was dating them it would be different, and in fact one of my exes did move in there with me for a while. But one night stands don’t get to see where I live. I permanently keep the penthouse suite here for getting my dick wet. That’s how you know you’re one of my whores.” He didn't give you a chance to respond, pulling you into a demanding kiss, his hands roaming over your arse until the elevator dinged at his floor.

It was a short walk to his door and Ben already had the keycard out by the time you reached it, clearly eager for more. He took just enough time to place a do not disturb hanger on the door handle before he pushed you to your knees right there in the entry way. When you looked up he was working on unbuckling his pants again, his cock already hard as he pulled it out, his quick refractory time a result of the edges, or so you assumed. “I’m sure you’ve got some little plan to get on top going on in your head right now, Y/N,” he said as he worked on his pants, “But I assure you it won’t be happening tonight, so I think a little test is in order. You need to prove you can submit before you go any further.” You nodded meekly, already horny and resigned to your fate. “Well go on, suck.” You shuffled forward, feeling Ben’s large fingers twisting softly in your hair to guide you. Bracing yourself for his fist to tighten or for him to force you down his shaft, you pressed your lips to his tip. But he defied your expectations, his hands leaving you altogether once he had you in place. It was strange but you didn’t complain, focusing instead on his cock. Ben sighed in pleasure as you brought a spit wet palm up to stroke his shaft, your mouth busy becoming acquainted with his tip, but otherwise he made little acknowledgement of your actions. Instead he preoccupied himself getting undressed. You felt more than saw him shimmy out of his jacket, flinging it unceremoniously to the floor behind him. Next came the sound of his wristwatch being placed, much more carefully, on the hall stand beside you. A moment later his cufflinks joined it. When he took off his dress shirt you had to pause your bobbing, letting him fall from your lips as you pulled back to watch. He did have a very nice chest, you remembered that from last time, and you were sure he’d take your looking as a complement. Ben flashed you a pleased look as he noticed you, allowing you to watch as he slipped the shirt from his arms and dropped it to the floor, but once it was off he considered the show over. His fist was once again in your hair, this time much more forcefully tugging you back towards his cock. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” he drawled as you got your lips around his tip and felt his palm pushing you further down his length. You managed okay to start but without being able to control your pace as much you couldn’t keep from gagging as you took Ben deeper. Ben hummed, clearly satisfied with the sound, his hand loosening a little as a reward. You took the hint and found a rhythm that pleased him, working yourself up and down his shaft, your hand stroking whatever wasn’t in your mouth. You gagged a few more times as you pushed yourself further, but Ben definitely enjoyed it when you did. All of a sudden he stopped you, both hands in your hair to keep you from moving. “I think you’re ready now, hands off.” You had no idea what he thought you were ready for but you did as he said, partly because you wanted to prove him wrong about your ability to follow orders, but mostly because you were very turned on and wanted to hurry up and get to the bit where he’d fuck you for real. The thought was distracting enough that you were caught off guard as he pressed his hips forward, pushing more of his cock than you were ready for towards your throat. You gagged again and Ben groaned.

“Good girl, just take it.” He said grunted as he thrust into your mouth again, and then again, not worrying about going slow. Your hair was tangled tight in his fingers, keeping you from moving too far from where he wanted you. Instinct made you try to lean back a little but aside from Ben’s grip, you were too close to the door to get very far. You heard Ben’s knuckles bump against it, the solid wood an intimidating barrier behind you that made it clear you had little choice but to do as Ben wanted. You assumed that if you’d tapped out, Ben would have let you, but you didn’t want to. Ben had been right when he’d said it was hot to be used. You were already very wet but your pussy ached as he fucked your mouth, denying you what you really wanted so he could take what would satisfy him. Each shift of his hips made indecent wet sounds as saliva built up and dripped onto your chin and he pulled more gags from your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes but Ben didn’t seem to care. He kept up fucking you for longer than you might have expected if you’d been able to think clearly enough to guess. Especially with how turned on he must have been, just based on the groans and moans he made as he used you. But finally Ben seemed to reach a limit of just how much pleasure he could withstand. His hips sped up, and he grunted each word on a new thrust as he said, “Gonna fucking cum. You better fucking swallow.” You blinked more tears from your eyes which Ben took as compliance with his wants as he got himself off, rutting against your tongue until he stopped, keeping you pinned between his hips and the door as he filled your mouth with cum. Ben pulled out quickly which you were thankful for. You’d been able to steal breaths throughout the blowjob but had unwittingly held your breath as he finished, and were eager to be free. He took half a step back, hands rising to his hips as he stared you down, daring you to recoil at the taste of his cum or worse still to spit it out. Between heavy breaths through your nose your swallowed, fighting the urge to wipe your eyes or face. “Good girl,” Ben cooed as if he’d expected a brattier display, “I knew that fem dom shit was just a cry for attention. This was what you really wanted all along.” You shook your head so that you could at least say you tried to disagree, but Ben was more concerned with tucking his cock away again and missed the display of defiance altogether. Once he was sorted he helped you up, taking a moment to examine your face before dragging his thumbs under your eyes to clear up the mascara that had transferred there. “Pointless,” he muttered softly when he realised he was mostly just spreading the mascara around, “I’m sure it wont be the last you cry tonight. Unless of course you want to admit you’re nothing more than a desperate whore and beg for my cock.” “I’m not begging,” you frowned, sure he’d be quicker to give in once he got close to your pussy. Ben just smiled, “You will. For now I want you on the bed.” You made to move down the hall but he stopped you before you made it more than a step. “Wait. There’s a rule I have. Whores aren’t allowed to wear clothes past this point. I might make an exception for nice lingerie but not tonight. Not for you.” He didn’t even give you the satisfaction of stripping for him, pulling the zip of your dress down and tugging on your dress until it slipped down to join the mess of discarded menswear on the floor, quickly followed by your bra. “Mmmm,” he hummed as his eyes raked over your naked body, “Perfect. Bed, now.” A spank landed on your arse cheek and you hurried ahead of him, able to feel Ben’s eyes on your arse for the whole length of the corridor.

The upside of being on the bed before Ben had even entered the room was that you had ample time to admire how good he looked without a shirt. You openly ogled him as he moved to the cupboard, taking a moment to dig something out, though his delicious back was blocking your view of what it was. Although your preoccupation with his naked chest also meant you weren’t as observant as you might otherwise have been. You were too distracted to notice him tuck something into his pocket, and you entirely missed it when he began speaking, only realising when he seemed to address you. “-only fair I get to do the same to you, right?” You blinked, knowing you’d missed something but not wanting to let on because you knew he’d be a dick about it. As it was he raised his eyebrows and prompted you to respond, “Well? It’s a simple question. You’re not normally this ditzy, did sucking me off make you too horny to think?” You shook your head, “No Sir, I thought it was rhetorical.” For a moment you weren’t sure your gambit had worked but then Ben laughed, “Almost a shame you’re not so cockdumb yet. But maybe you’re right,” Ben strode around to the top right corner of the bed, squatting slightly to pull something from under the mattress, “My expectation was that you’d agree.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged it back, fitting a black loop around it. As he tightened the restraint you realised what he’d been talking about. That this was pay back for when you’d tied him to the yacht’s bed. He’d been eager for it then, practically walked you through tying sailor worthy knots with the rope, but you couldn’t blame him for wanting to see you bound to his bed in the same way. So you just wriggled yourself into a little more comfort as he rounded the bed and restrained your other wrist too. “Now what are you going to do to me?” you pouted at him coyly, feeling a little like you were poking a bear. “I already told you.” he said, kneeling on the end of the bed, “I’m going to make you beg.” That was when he revealed what he’d taken from his cupboard and tucked into his pocket. The vibrator wasn’t huge but it was powerful, making you jolt as he pressed it to your clit. You squirmed but the wrist cuffs kept you from being able to move too far from its buzzing and you couldn’t help but moan as your long denied orgasm built. Ben quickly stopped the toy, replacing it with his fingers, dragging them through the wetness between your lips, “Go on whore, tell me you want my cock in this needy cunt.” You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from moaning again as his fingers entered you easily. He thrust them in and out of you a few times before bringing the vibrator back to your clit. Whenever Ben sensed you were getting close he’d stop touching you entirely. Sometimes even before you were close, preferring to hedge his bets and stop early rather than risk giving you the orgasm. It would undercut his dominance if you came earlier than he wanted, even if he ruined it. So he was careful with how he edged you. He alternated between his fingers and the vibe. When he felt you were enjoying yourself too much he’d intentionally ignore your clit. You’d be left with three of his fingers pumping into you, hearing Ben make pleased little hums when he found spots within you that made you whine or gasp. When that didn’t seem to be enough to make you give in he upped the ante, pressing the tip of the vibrator into you. It didn’t stretch you as much as his fingers (or his cock) did, but the patterns of vibrations when he turned it on made up for what it lacked in size.

While you’d already decided you’d let Ben have it his way, part of you still wanted him to have to work for it. Unfortunately, any ideas you had about withstanding his onslaught went out the door very quickly. You were way too worked up to hold out and the combination of his fingers and the toy he was fucking into your cunt had you begging in only a few short moments. At your first, “please Sir,” Ben laughed. “Embarrassing how easy that was,” he smirked, “I expected more but I guess you really are just one of my whores.” You whined as he removed the vibrator and his fingers, worried the edging would continue all night. “S’pose it’s about time I fuck you properly. Lord knows im stiff for it.” You watched as he undid his zip and finally removed his pants, his cock semi hard again, and you couldn’t keep yourself from begging again. “Only one question left. How should I do it? Flip you over and take you from behind?” He wrapped his fist around his cock and you whimpered as he stroked himself harder, “Make you ride me? I know how much you like being on top. Think I like the idea of seeing you under me too much for that. This time anyway. No, I know what I want.” His breath came a little harder as he moved onto the bed, cock still in hand as he pushed your legs open again. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you. I want you right where you are, tied up, incapable of dominating me. You’ll soon see how much you like it.” As he spoke he pressed against your hole, teasing you one final time before he finally gave you what you wanted. His cock slipped in easily, and Ben’s groan was nearly as loud as yours. At another time, with free hands and a clearer mind, you might have enjoyed that more, knowing Ben was as desperate as you were. But after so much edging and teasing, you could only focus on how good and full you felt. Ben’s eagerness extended beyond just sounds of delight too. Any plans he might have had to draw it out, go slow and deep to torment you more, went out the window as soon as he felt you clench around his shaft. His hips jolted forward, cock sinking into your audibly wet cunt, and he couldn’t help but do it again and again, falling into a rapid rhythm. Barely half his length made it in you, his thrusts too rapid to allow him to get much deeper, but it didn’t matter. The feeling of him dragging against your walls would have been enough, but Ben also added a thumb to your clit. He rubbed you messily, more concerned with how it felt to be inside you, but you didn’t need much stimulation to get close again. “Cum,” he said simply when you moaned about how good he felt. He fucked you through the first orgasm, praising you for being such a good whore, not even relenting when you were panting, no longer arching under him. “You’re going to cum again, sweetheart” he ordered, pounding into you with a particularly hard thrust that made your head spin. A slight breathlessness was the only sign he was at all worked up, which just added to his control, and all you could do was nod in agreement, sure you would cum as many times as he wanted no matter how hard it became. Ben chuckled, clearly pleased with how fucked out and compliant you were, but focused his energy into fucking you rather than any banter. You squirmed a little more, a touch sensitive after your first orgasm, but not uncomfortably so, and your second came up quickly too, your body eager for release after being denied it for so long. Ben didn’t last much longer either, the feeling of your cunt tightening round his cock again enough to undo him. He groaned more and more as he got closer, finally pressing himself as deep as you could take him as he hit his release with a satisfied moan.

Ben collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you comfortingly into the mattress as his lips found your neck. He was breathing harder now, the puffs of warmth tickling your skin. You groaned as you tried to shift under him, your thighs aching from being spread open, but you found you couldn’t close them since Ben was still filling you. “Uh uh uh,” he tutted into your skin, “Didn’t say you could shut your legs.” He pushed himself back up, leaning back to look at himself disappearing into you, “You look good like this.” You shivered as he ran a finger around where you were stretched around his length, your wrists jolting in the bonds. Ben remained thoughtfully silent for a moment, absentmindedly touching your pussy and your thighs, as he took in your dishevelled and restrained appearance. “I think I want to see you cum again.” “Again?” you whimpered, partly from his touch and partly from his tone. He answered by reaching for the vibrator again, pressing it to your clit and holding it there until he’d forced a third orgasm from you, just because he could. It was good but a lot, your body more sensitive now, and unable to move as freely as you’d have liked. There was no escaping the stimulation, no shifting your hips to change the angle of the vibrations or to spread them over more of your cunt than just your clit. You had to take it the way Ben wanted you to, the vibrators setting higher than you would have chosen, pressed firmly in place until your toes curled and your thighs shook. Ben pulled out as you neared the climax, so that when you came he could watch his own release dribble onto the sheets, grinning cockily at the sight. When he was finally satisfied, he turned the toy off and let you collapse, chuckling as he leaned over to free you from the restraints. Gently he rubbed your wrists, making sure you were okay as you gathered your senses. “What was it you said about me not caring if my whores get off?” he asked, flopping on top of you again. You wanted to come back with something clever but your brain was still too hazy to manage anything more than, “Oh shut up.” “You beg real fucking pretty by the way. It’s obvious I’m the best you’ve had.” You rolled your eyes at his smirking, the insufferable way he was speaking reigniting your desire to put him in his place, “Keep being such an ass and I’ll have to pick out a toy to use on you.” You squeaked as Ben cut you off, grabbing your cheeks so your lips were pushed into a pout. “No. Eager and willing sluts don’t threaten their Sir’s. While you’re here, you’re mine,” his hand covered your cunt possessively, “I’m going to want you again tonight and I expect you to keep being the good girl I know you secretly love being.” You swallowed thickly, nodding in his grasp. Ben let you go and, as if to soften his words or placate you, added, “But maybe tomorrow I’ll let you tell me some of your silly ideas, see if you can convince me they’re more fun than fucking my new toy brainless.”

#ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #my writing #my fics

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willowrites · 1 year

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I have an Austin Butler request 🥰

Austin and the female reader have been dating for a few years now- they have never spent a holiday apart until recently. They both live together but away from their families. The reader can either travel in to spend the holiday (Christmas) with both of the families and Austin surprises her there OR Austin can surprise her by coming to their home ❤️ However you want or need to do it! I just want to feel something 🥰

summary: christmas was finally here. bummed you and austin couldn’t spend the holidays together, you decided to make the best out of your time with your family. you wanted him to be with you so bad but sometimes unfortunate things happen, although the mood would soon be lifted caused by a nice surprise.

pairings: reader x austin butler

warnings: nothing just fluff!

authors note: hope u enjoyed this and it made you feel something lollll!

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“Y/n! Come on come out here and join in on the fun!” Your mother called out for you.

You were trying. You had wanted to take the time to enjoy this beloved day with your family but you couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that Austin wasn’t here.

This was the first Christmas since you two got together that you would be separated.

“Coming!” You shouted back. You were looking through photos of you and Austin.

One of you both at a carnival he took you two. You were both on the Ferris wheel mid laughter as he took this picture. His beautiful blonde hair not yet dyed. His cute smile. Everything about him was perfect.

You smiled to yourself.

The next photo was you two in the snow. Both your cheeks read and flushed. Both of you wore beanies on your heads. He was kissing you on the cheek as you smiled at him.

That day was one of the best days you guys spent together.

“Y/n!” Your mother called again. “Come on honey hurry!”

You sighed getting up off the bed and heading towards the mirror to look at yourself. You fixed your hair in the mirror and put on some chapstick.

After that you walked out and into the family room the see your family looking at you.

“What?” You asked confused as to why they looked at you like you just won the lottery.

“I think it’s a beautiful day outside don’t you think, honey?” Your mom told you.

Your eyebrows furrowed. You had no clue what she was saying and if you didn’t know any better you’d think she just had a little too much to drink.

“Mom what are you talking about.” You put a hand to your head.

“Oh goodness girl just go outside!” She said impatiently.

“Oh-okay…” you said suspiciously.

You turned to go to the back door but got cut off.

“In the front!” She yelled at you

You rolled your eyes turning around and heading to the front door. You opened it and walked outside. You looked at the sky. It was nice and light blue. A few clouds scattered around. Your mother was right. It was beautiful-

“Surprise!” You head a manly voice yell. You turned to your left to see Austin dressed in a nice comfy sweater and black pants along with some nice shoes. His heart combed but not too combed because you notice a few strands of his hair peeking out.

You heart jumped. You could believe it. He came.

“Austin oh my god!” You ran and jumped on him hugging him tightly.

“Hi baby.” He whispered in your ear.

“You’re actually here. I thought you were- but…im so confused oh my god.” You wanted to cry. Tears of joy of course.

“I wouldn’t miss spending time with you on this day for anything ever, my love.” Austin told you softly kissing you on the lips. “Here you go.” He starts to set you down.

When your feet land on the ground he hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“I missed you so much Austin.” You smile up at him. He looks at you like you’re his world.

“Okay! Enough come on let’s eat!” Your cousin yells.

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authors note: thank you for reading! btw this was not proofread whatsoever… requests are open!

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis film #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis presley smut #austin butler one shot #austin butler fluff

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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yk how frank says he likes to separate hockey + the rest of his life and doesn’t like to hang out with his teammates outside of practice and games and stuff??? what if the reader was his gf and the team just. didnt know she existed at all until the game last night bc they have the whole private but not secret thing going on and the team is like ‘??? why didnt you tell us about her’ and frank is just like ‘idk you never asked??’

Other players girlfriends had gone to the game, all wearing matching jackets and interacting with one another.

You weren’t wearing a jacket nor did you know any of them but the ticket Frank had given you was with them. You got a few weird stares before someone spoke to you.

“Hey! I’m Molly, Adam’s girlfriend. Do you know anyone on the team?” She seemed sweet, a smile on her face.

You nodded “Hey, yeah i’m y/n! Um.. frank is my boyfriend”

Her face dropped “you’re kidding me!”

You looked confused “Pardon?”

She put her hand on your arm “oh no honey, nothing bad it’s just I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend! Come sit with us and tell us everything!”

You spent the night getting to know them and answering all of their questions.

When Frank scored you leaped out of your seat and cheered. Someone had grabbed it on video, knowing how much it meant to have these memories and when they text you it you just smiled and said

thanks :) means a lot to have these!

After the game the girls had taken you down to where the boys would be, you’d never been down before usually opting to meet Frank at home.

You spotted him as they filed off the ice, his face lit up and he made his way to you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you kissed him “I’m so freakin’ proud of you dude!”

“What’re you doing down here? You never come down” he’s smiling through his laboured breathing.

“I made some friends” You feature towards the girls all pointing at you now with their respective other half’s.

“Okay im gonna get changed I’ll be out in a bit”

Frank kisses you one last time and enters the locker room to find everyone staring waiting for him.

“You guys ok?” He asks, putting down his stick and taking off his jersey, trying to hurry back to you.

Truss speaks “You have a girl?”

“I do…” Frank replies, continues to get changed

“And you never told us?!”

“You didn’t ask?” Is all he says.

“Well are you going to invite her out? We’d love to meet her” Nolan asks, captainly voice coming out

He sighs “Listen boys, I appreciate it but she’s my girl and I wanna keep her away from Hockey drama as much as I can so nothing against you or your girlfriends I just wanna keep her safe that way”

They nod, understanding.

“Appreciate the gesture but i wanna keep her my secret for now”

Once he meets you outside you’re still talking to the girls and bid them farewell

“It was lovely meeting you girls!”

“Yeah you too, we’ll need to brunch sometime!”

“For sure”

Half way out of the arena and lodged under his arm Frank turns to you

“Are you really going out with them?”

You shake your head “No, I like them but I like our little world”

“Yeah, me too”

#Frank Nazar imagine #Frank nazar x reader #umich imagine

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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the grapefruit technique; jeonghan x fem!reader

request: Okay so, Jeonghan and his favorite fruit: grapefruit. Im thinking it's his favorite fruit for multiple reasons, so well, could u make a smutty grapefruit one? She/her or they/them pronouns work. Prompt 34 might fit. U can make it however long u want or can :p (request by: @strawberryya)

prompt 34: "i have a surprise for you"

synopsis: you thought you knew everything about your boyfriend by now, you even knew his favorite fruit. but when trying to be nice and buying said fruit for him, you stumble across a secret that you couldn't have imagined about jeonghan.

a/n: i'm sorry, this is a lot...

warning: jeonghan is a little shit, food play, corruption kink, slight degradation kink, but also praise kink, mirror sex, oral (m and f receiving), petnames-

genre: smut, established relationship-

word count: 4.2k

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it had all started with an "inside joke". you were in the supermarket, buying groceries for the week - and you just happened to bring jeonghan and joshua along for help, although they were talking more than helping.

right as you walked into the store there was a big sign by the produce section: sale on grapefruit. the big red letters caught your eye, and what they spelled out made you smile. you quickly turned to jeonghan, knowing it was his favorite fruit by now.

"should we get grapefruit? it's still your favorite, right?", you asked innocently, the smile still playing on your lips.

joshua and jeonghan broke out into boyish giggles, as if you had said a dirty joke. you looked at them with a confused look, not laughing at all. was it wrong of you to assume that your boyfriend wanted his favorite fruit?

"you didn't tell her?", joshua asked jeonghan.

"tell me what?", you furrowed your brows, looking over at jeonghan.

"... it's just an inside joke.", jeonghan let out a slight cough, only making joshua laugh more.

you were still confused, but decided not to question it. these two had their jokes, and most of the time you didn't get them; so what was the point in trying?

the next week you went shopping by yourself; your boyfriend and his friends were busy, and so you decided to take some time to yourself. when you walked into the store the big sign for grapefruits on sale was still there. you didn't buy any last time, because of joshua's weird comment, and now you thought would be the perfect time to surprise jeonghan with some of his favorite fruit. maybe you could even try to figure out what that inside joke was. you ended up buying four grapefruits, happily putting them with the other groceries.

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when you got home that afternoon, jeonghan was already home. he greeted you with a hug, which you complained about because he was still sweaty from practice. you told him to go have a shower while you put the groceries away. he couldn't ignore that wonderful request, so he quickly hurried away to the bathroom. while he was in the shower you put away all the groceries in their right places, except the grapefruits. you put the bag of citrus fruits on the kitchen island, and waited for jeonghan to get out of the shower.

you heard him open and close the bathroom door, and walk out to the kitchen. he was only in a towel hanging around his hips, and a smaller towel he was using to dry his bleached blonde hair. when you first started dating him this would always fluster you, but after spending so much time together you had grown used to it.

"i have a surprise for you.", you said with a playful smile.

"oh yeah? what is it?", he mirrored your smile, as he put down the small towel to hang around his shoulders.

you made small jazz-hands around the paper bag. jeonghan's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was quick to reach out to the brown bag. as he pulled out the four grapefruits his mouth opened slightly in a small "o" shape. his hands turned the round fruit around, inspecting it, and his thumb gently grazed over the skin.

"grapefruit?", he said.

"yes!", you nodded happily, "we didn't buy any last week, but there was still a sale on them so i thought 'why not?'"

"thank you, baby.", he gave you a short side hug.

as you watched him wash the fruit and take out a cutting board, you noticed a look on his face that you couldn't recognize. it was a small smile, but not a shy one or an excited one. it was as if he was teasing you without saying a single word. if anyone were to be able to do that, it would be jeonghan. he cut open the grapefruit and sliced it, and brought a slice to his lips.

"why do you like grapefruit so much?", you asked.

he let out a short chuckle, and put away the peel of the fruit before taking up another one.

"it's a sensual fruit.", he said with a smug smile, taking a bite out of another slice.

"sensual?", you asked.

he hummed and put away another peel, giving you a piece. his hands were sticky from the previous slices, but you didn't mind. his fingers grazing your palm when he placed another slice in it sent tingles up your arms. you took a bite and the tart taste made you pull a face. for all the tension jeonghan had built up by seductively placing the fruit in your hand, it really wasn't anything special.

"i don't get it.", you said.

"here.", he took the half-eaten piece out of your hand, "close your eyes for me, pretty girl."

you did as he said, hoping that the blush on your cheeks weren't as evident as it felt. even if you had gotten used to jeonghan's habits, you would never get used to what he says and the way he says it. you felt the tart fruit coating your lower lip in juice, and you started parting your lips for him. jeonghan pushed the citrus inside your mouth and you took a bite from it. fruit juice slowly dripped out from the corner of your mouth. you didn't have time to react before jeonghan's thumb wiped it off.

"it kind of tastes like a bitter orange.", he whispered out an explanation, "your expecting something sugar-sweet, but you get a completely different taste. i think it tastes sensual."

your eyes fluttered open, meeting his proud gaze. he was smirking as he licked off the juice that had spilled out of the corner of your mouth earlier. at this point, your face must've been as red as a tomato by now. never would you ever consider a grapefruit sensual, but he was making it so.

"and...", he turned back to the cutting board and picks up another grapefruit, "it just looks...", he cuts it open slowly on the middle, "sensual."

jeonghan parted the cut up fruit slowly, showing you it's insides. the fruit was bright pink, and had a slit right down the middle. he placed one of the halves in your palm. you were too busy looking at the fruit to glance over at jeonghan, who was staring at you with an amused smile. he brings his middle finger to the center of the cut up fruit, and your breath hitched in your throat. jeonghan let out a low chuckle beside you, and if you hadn't been so focused on what he was doing you would've smacked him. his finger gently rubs up and down at the entrance of the fruit, his other hand gently cups your hand holding the fruit from underneath. he adds his ring finger to the fruit's entrance, gently spreading it. you stand frozen as his fingers continues rubbing and prodding at the fruit. when he stops, he brings his fingers up to your mouth.

"open up, sweetheart.", he whispers. you open your mouth to him once again, and he responds with pushing his fingers past your lips. it wasn't the first time you found yourself in this position, although the situation had been different. as you sucked on his digits, you didn't break eye-contact. his gaze was strong, and it was killing you to look back, but to look away was somehow worse. jeonghan pulled his fingers out of your mouth, licked clean from the sticky juices of the fruit. your mouth hung slightly agape, still just looking at him. a rush of heat ran down to your lower stomach.

"you alright there, sweetheart?", he asked playfully.

his question brought you to your senses, and you quickly cleared your throat and looked away from the man in front of you.

"yeah..", you nodded, "so they're sensual... that's why you like them?"

"that's right.", he put down the fruit on the kitchen island.

"and that was the inside joke with you and joshua?", you asked.

jeonghan froze again, as if he hadn't expected you to remember. he picked up a third grapefruit.

"uhm...", he cleared his throat, "no, that's not what he meant."

"so what was it then?", you asked.

he looked at you, with a familiar look in his eye. the first time the two of you had sex he had looked at you in the same way. you weren't very experienced, especially not compared to jeonghan - but he was more than willing to teach whatever you wanted to learn. you could see the most dirty thoughts you could imagine running through jeonghan's mind as he looked at you. the look in his eyes was similar to the one he had during your first time because he had realized he could teach you something new.

"have you heard of the grapefruit technique?", he asked carefully and you shook your head, "... joshua was talking about that. it was a... thing i had tried before i met you."

"a thing?", you asked with a small smile, "what kind of thing?"

"you um...", he grabbed the round fruit, "cut off the edges and... put it in the hole."

your face flushed red, and jeonghan let out a knowing laugh. the thought of it turned you on more than you had before, and you found yourself really wanting to do it.

"could we... try it?", you asked shyly.

jeonghan's jaw dropped, and he started internally panicking. never had you been one to initiate something sexual, nevertheless, something like this. it was new, but he liked it.

"do you want to?", he asked.

"yes.", you said a bit too fast, and jeonghan sucked in a harsh breath.

"alright..", he nodded, "just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

he turned to the cutting board once again, but this time he only cut off the two ends of the grapefruit. with the two fingers he previously had in your mouth, he dug into the middle of the grapefruit and took out the middle. your lower lip got caught between your teeth as you watched his ministrations on the fruit. his long, slender, fingers prodding at the entrance, and gently pushing inside. there was juice all over the counter, some spilling down on the floor, but you would have to worry about that later. there was a smile playing on jeonghan's lips that was much more interesting than anything else right now.

"how should i-"

jeonghan pulled off the towel off his body, already being semi-hard. you looked away from him, turning your head to the side.

"you've seen it before, come on.", he chuckled and grabbed your chin gently.

you looked at him with a shy pout, and he looked back with fake sympathy in his eyes.

"are you a bit embarrassed, baby?", he taunted and tilted his head to the side, "don't worry, i'll take care of you."

he brought you closer to him, pulling you in by your waist, and kissed you. his lips tasted tart, but sweet - and you were beginning to understand his love of grapefruit. without breaking the kiss, he started unbuttoning your shirt and you shrugged it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. his lips travelled down to your chin, following the line of your jaw, and kissing down your neck.

"hannie.", you breathed out.

"yes, sweetheart?", he purred against your skin.

"can i..?", you gently pushed against his chest.

"you're so eager, baby..", he smiled widely, relishing in how you would've never even considered initiating this a few years ago.

jeonghan took the fruit, as you went on your knees in front of him. his warm fingers gently traced your jaw as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. he held the grapefruit in front of his cock, and you wrapped your hands around the round fruit. with his hand still guiding you, he pushed into the fruit slowly. the juices from the fruit spilled onto the floor as jeonghan let out a soft sigh.

"hold it for me, baby?", he asked and let go of the fruit to grab the edge of the counter, "move it up and down, sweetheart."

for a moment, your eyes focused on his hand desperately clutching the wooden slab, for once you seemed to be having an overwhelming affect on him. you slowly started moving the fruit back and forth on his shaft, watching his eyes close in pleasure, and his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. as you kept moving the grapefruit, you noticed the tip coming out on the other side of the hole. without thinking, you wrapped your lips around his dick as the fruit was against his pelvic bone. your eyes were still on jeonghan's face, which quickly turned to you when you did that. his previously closed eyes were now wide open in shock. his fingers ran through your hair in a soothing motion. you hollowed your cheeks around him, pulling the grapefruit with your movement, and watched him shut his eyes again. as your mouth let go of him with a pop, he opened his eyes.

"is that okay?", you asked softly.

"yes, angel, you're doing so good.", he breathed out with a soft moan, as you kept moving the fruit back and forth.

jeonghan gently tugged at your hair as you wrapped your lips around him again. you closed your eyes at the pull of your hair, a small hum escaping from your throat.

"my pretty angel's doing so well..", he muttered, "have I taught you well, hm?"

you could only moan in response, the noise muffled by his cock. the vibrations of your voice sent shivers up jeonghan's spine.

"or do you just like sucking my cock that much?", he smiled, "have i ruined your little innocent brain already?"

without realizing it, your thighs squeezed together at his words and you let out another moan in response. his hands, which were previously in your hair, caressed the side of your face and gently wiped away a tear that had forced it's way out of the corner of your eye. jeonghan gently put his hands on top of yours, guiding the fruit off of him and putting it to the side. you looked up at him, slightly confused and frustrated - you had been doing so well, and now he wanted to stop?

"would you like to join me in the shower, angel?", he asked with a smile.

you peered up at him through your lashes, putting one hand on his toned thigh as you wrapped the other one around his, still hard, cock.

"i want to finish you off.", you said sweetly, "please?"

jeonghan's mouth hung slightly agape, and as you started moving your hand he let out a quiet moan. for once he had no response. you placed soft kisses along the side of his shaft, still not breaking eye contact.

"and you've already showered..", you muttered, "so let me clean you up instead."

you wrapped your lips around him again and tried to take him further in your mouth. he was usually the one taking care of your needs, even if he liked to be difficult at times, and so you just wanted to return the favor. jeonghan tangled his finger in your hair again, and gently tugged at it until you stopped moving.

"you really are obsessed with my dick, aren't you?", he grinned, "you act so innocent all the time, and yet here you are... completely fucked out."

he forced you back up to your feet, and you let out a whine. you barely recognized yourself in that moment. of course, you enjoyed having sex - but it wasn't something that you were very confident with. now, you felt your patience running thin, and decided to take action into your own hands - only for jeonghan to ruin it for you.

"let's go to the shower", he said again, "i'll wash this grapefruit off, and then i'll fuck your brains out. is that what you want, angel?"

you nodded, holding back a big grin by biting at your bottom lip. jeonghan brought you to the bathroom, leaving the mess in the kitchen to be fixed later. as jeonghan washed off the juice from the grapefruit, you were ripping the rest of your clothes off - and when he finally got out of the shower, he spent no time drying himself off before his lips were back on yours. his hands travelled over your body, over your breasts, up to your neck, down to your waist, to your hips. he grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you in closer. in response to you whimpering against his lips, he smiled and brought one of his hands to where you needed him most.

"you're so needy today.", he muttered as he started teasing your entrance with his slender fingers, "have i not been paying enough attention to my angel?"

you whined as he started rubbing slow circles around your clit, getting you worked up. before you could even process the pleasure of having him finally touch you, jeonghan took it away from you. when you were about to complain, he grabbed the back of your thighs and helped you sit up on the edge of the marble sink. he connected his lip to yours again. the cold feeling of the sink burned like hell against your thighs, which was a complimentary feeling to the heaven you were experiencing because of jeonghan's lips. sadly enough, he pulled away all to soon. instead of complaining you took the opportunity of admiring his face, leaning your forehead against his.

"you've been doing so well for me today, sweetheart.", he smiled, "i think it's time you got your reward."

with excitement, jeonghan helped you down the bathroom sink. you knew the drill by now. for a few months, whenever you would have sex in the bathroom, you would try to spice it up by having you look into the mirror - which was an idea you didn't think you would be into, but turned out to be one of your new favorites. he turned your around, and you quickly put your hands on the sink arched your back for him - pushing yourself against his dick. jeonghan let out a soft sigh, and didn't tease you as he normally would. he pushed into you slowly, making you feel every inch of him. as he slowly started thrusting into you, you whined at his torturous pace. you glanced at him in the reflection of the mirror, he was grinning, and you tried to plead to him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

"do you need something, baby?", he asked as his hands caressed your back and waist, "you have to tell me if you want something. use your words."

telling him what you wanted was for some reason very difficult for you, which is why he always tried to get you to do it. it was embarrassing for you to say the lewd things you wanted him to do, and even if this time it was just for him to go faster it was still difficult to say it. you looked down at the cold marble and your hands holding you up beneath you.

"faster, please.", you muttered.

"what was that, sweetheart?", jeonghan chuckled, as he kept going at his slow pace, "you have to speak up."

you leaned down on your elbows, hoping that the closer you got to the cold surface of the sink's counter could cool you down.

"please go faster, hannie.", you whined out.

"you want me to go faster, hm?", he asked, "anything for my angel."

jeonghan stopped moving, and you were about to start complaining when he started slamming into you at a much faster pace than before. your arms gave out from underneath you, and you welcomed the sting of the cold marble over your torso. jeonghan was still sensitive from your past experimentation, and reached below you to rub at your clit to make you get closer to your climax quicker.

"look at yourself, angel.", he groaned, "look at how beautiful you are."

you tried your best to lean up on your elbows again, staring back at you in the mirror was your fucked out reflection. jeonghan said something that you couldn't process in your brain, and all you could do was moan and whimper. all words had seemed to escape you. as you felt yourself nearing your release, jeonghan slowed down again.

"jeonghan", you whined, "i was so close."

"i know, baby, i know...", he said in his typical faux sympathy tone as he brushed out some hair from your face, "and i'll make you feel so good, i promise... but you didn't answer my question before."

"question?", you groaned and laid back down on the counter, "i didn't hear you. please just make me fucking cum already."

"ah ah ah...", he tutted and completely stopped his movements, "you're getting too cocky, y/n."

he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of contact. jeonghan didn't bat an eye at your complaints, and only turned your around and got you back on top of the counter again. his arms encaged you, being on either side of your sitting form.

"you're forgetting that i'm the one who makes you feel this good.", jeonghan grinned, "so i'm going to remind you. try touching yourself for me, sweetheart. make yourself cum, go ahead. remind yourself that you need me to feel so good."

with a trembling hand, you reached for your clit and gently started making circles around it with your fingers - not breaking eye contact with him. a whine escaped your lips as he looked down at your hard working hand. he put his hands on top of yours, bringing your fingers down to your entrance. you pushed your digits inside your tight hole, not filling it up nearly as much as jeonghan just had.

"does it feel good, my baby?", he asked, "do you need some help?"

you nodded, another whine escaping your lips as you watched him kneel down in front of you. he removed your hand, and you leaned back to give him more access. jeonghan pressed a few kisses to the insides of your thighs before licking a stripe up your core, looking up at you through his eyelashes. one of your hands tangled themselves in his hair while the other was used to keep you sitting up.

"have you learned your lesson?", he asked and placed a kiss above your clit.

"yes, i have.", you breathed out, "please make me feel good."

"beg for it.", he pressed a few more kisses on your thighs, not breaking eye contact with you.

"please, i need you, hannie.", you whimpered in desperation, "i want you to make me cum so bad, please, please, please."

jeonghan had started stroking himself as you begged for him to touch you. without another word, he brought his mouth to your clit. he was groaning against you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure to your core. the noises coming from you couldn't be missed either. the wet squelching sounds were echoing around in the bathroom, and your moans were only growing louder and louder. around you was a pool of your own juices. you were so incredibly close to your orgasm.

"i'm gonna cum...", you breathed out, "can i cum, hannie? please let me cum, please."

"cum.", he muttered out against you.

you fell apart on his tongue. the noises you were making, combined with your begging, and the pulling on his hair, made jeonghan's hips stutter as he came and moaned out against you. he didn't part from you, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face as profanities spilled from your lips. when your hips had stopped moving, jeonghan stood back up and let you lean against him.

"thank you, jeonghan.", you muttered into his ear.

he was glad you couldn't see him at the moment, as his face grew incredibly red at your words. having the most gorgeous girl he had ever had the luck of being with thank him after sex was probably the hottest thing he had ever heard.

"do you want a bath, baby?", he asked sweetly and you nodded.

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while you were in the bath, jeonghan took it upon himself to clean up the mess you had made in the bathroom and kitchen respectively. so when you got out, it was as if nothing had ever happen, and jeonghan was innocently eating the last grapefruit by the kitchen table.

"are you feeling okay, angel?", he asked genuinely, "do you need anything?"

"... can we cuddle?", you asked carefully.

without another word, jeonghan got up and put the fruit away - washing his hands before walking back to you. he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards your bedroom.

"of course.", he smiled in a gentleman-like fashion.

you laid in bed, secured by his arms, talking about the experience - what you had liked and what you hadn't - until you started feeling sleepy. jeonghan noticed, pulling up the covers over you a bit more and encouraging you to go to sleep with a sweet sweet kiss on your forehead.

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