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With Less Resistance (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part One Resistance is Futile

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Warnings: noncon, threats, coercion, mild violence

Three Blind Tooke Part One: Resistance is Futile

Chapter Five:With Less Resistance

The man turned monster still once was a man, And he knows the horrors of life as well as them, Sweet pleasures therein—but these he now steals.

True to his word, Kylo Ren ensured that you were fed regular meals despite the fact that you had been returned to your cell early the next morning. Days ticked by. You were chained to the stake in the center of the cell, kept somewhat sedated in order to prevent any more incidents of you attempting to bang your head against the floor. You could feel your strength slowly returning to you as you ate more of the meals. Four days. You could not help but wonder why it was Kylo Ren had not seen you again. Granted, it did seem to fall in line with your past experiences.

Six days. One of the stormtroopers handed you the washcloth this time while the other held a blaster pointed at your foot. They would not shoot to kill you; they would injure you. It was a point of frustration for you, however, as your strength returned, a part of you was thankful you had not died. You would find a way to kill Kylo Ren—or otherwise do something else to give the Resistance an edge on the First Order. You washed, shaved, and dressed yourself in the shirt they brought you. Kylo Ren’s shirt, you noted with distaste. Black panties, as always. The collar that was put around your neck was new. A mixture of black and red, a silver loop where you could be chained to something. No mittens this time.

When you were taken to the man’s quarters, you were chained to the bed by your collar. Two other chains ran from the headboard to your wrists, securing you in place. You reclined on the bed with your knees bent. The stormtroopers left, and you had to wait only a few minutes before the Knight entered the room. You kept your eyes on his movements. He was fully robed, something in his hand. You stared. A pit rolled around in your stomach when you observed him moving to the canister and dumping in fresh ashes.

“You’re not very welcoming,” he said, his modulated voice echoing in your head. His fingers trailed through the remains of your fallen comrades; you wondered who it was that had met their end at his hands. Kylo Ren turned, watching you through his mask. You stared at that blackness with a renewed sense of frustration and rage. “I thought of you.” A twitch in your eye. Kylo Ren crossed the room to you. As he walked, he reached into his robe. Withdrawing his hand, you found that it was set into a fist, which bulged a little to indicate he was holding something.

He climbed onto the bed with you. You wondered how he managed this, thinking that the robe would inhibit his movements. The way he moved indicated that he was used to this obstacle, and he was able to work around it without issue. He reached up, his hand shifting your hair, tucking something into it—a snap revealed that he was putting a hair accessory on you.

“How many long-distance shooters do they have at their disposal? Two down in so short a time.” You could feel the meal you had eaten earlier churning in your gut. You wondered which of your fellow gunmen had met their end by his blade. It felt as though he was tracing whatever he had placed in your hair with this thumb. You bit back the urge to spit at him. “It would be wise of you to cooperate.”

As he said those words, Kylo Ren moved onto his knees whilst moving his robe out of the way. You grimaced when he withdrew his cock and started to stroke himself. A nudge at your legs with the Force. You spread the limbs, turning your face to the side as Kylo Ren moved closer, pulled down your panties, and thrust up into you. He groaned, and you wished you could cover your ears. He hooked his arms under your legs, hoisting you up so that your ass was no longer touching the bed. You watched him in the corner of your eye, further disgusted to find that he seemed to be looking where your bodies were connected. He started to pull back then pushed back in, watching his cock disappear into you. Kylo Ren raised his head. He slipped his hands up to your ankles, seizing them and holding your legs up. Holding you open this way, he was able to move more deeply in you. You felt your body starting to react, your juices slicking up his cock so that he met with little resistance.

“You’re so tight.” He moved off the bed, standing beside it, and you felt the chains digging into you as they were stretched to their limit. “You take it so well.” It being his dick, which you could feel pulsating as it caressed your inner walls. You narrowed your eyes, bucking your hips into his while at the same time attempting to twist in a way that would make it uncomfortable for him. Kylo Ren groaned, wrapped your legs around his waist, and started to fuck you harder. “Is that how you like it, little tooke?” He was moving so fast, his thrusts short. His hands were on your ass, massaging your cheeks.

“Bantha fodder!” you growled at him. “You’re shit!”

“Still fighting me.” That rumbling voice flowing through you as the owner of it pulled you tighter. The chains were uncomfortable now, to the point that any hints of arousal were starting to fade. And then he made a swooping motion that had you gasping, almost breathless and so fucking wet all of a sudden. You wanted to cry, and yet you knew it would only encourage him. He was climbing back to the bed, pinning you against the headboard, which was starting to slam into the wall with every thrust. “Your comrades die so easily, and yet you’re still here. Alive. Mm—do you like that, tooke?” He had once more swung his hips in a way that had you growing hot. A pressure in your head. “Fuck. You like it. You love it.” He did it again, and you could not stop the moan that erupted from your throat.

“Fu…fuck…you’re—oooooh!” You broke off, panting and throwing your head back as the Force began sliding back and forth over your clit.

“Like this, tooke?” Your nipples were hardening without him even touching you there. Kylo Ren pulled his cock out of you only to start fucking your outer lips, rubbing the head of his dick against your clit. You could not stop yourself, could not keep your body in control as you met a few of his thrusts. Perhaps it had much to do with the fact that this was the most contact you had had in a while. The stormtroopers hardly touched you, save when necessary. You were kept isolated the majority of the time. And, with him in your mind, Kylo Ren knew exactly how to get your blood pumping, get your juices flowing.

You knew there was nothing to fear from him when he grabbed his lightsaber, when he activated it and swung the plasma blade in an arc above you. Kylo Ren replaced his weapon at his side as you, chains dangling from your neck and arms where he had cut them from the headboard, grabbed at the front of his robes. Your fingers sought his throat, though you knew it would do no good. He threw you off of him, and you landed on your front upon the mattress. The moment you started to rise to your hands and knees, Kylo Ren gripped your hips and entered you from behind. You gulped in air, growling and clawing at the blankets underneath you. Through all this, he had not stopped the waves of the Force that were rocking against you.

“You’re enjoying yourself,” he said in a droll. His hands walked up your body, moving to the front so that he could grab hold of your breasts. Fisting them, he brought you up so that your back was flush against his chest. You panted, reaching behind you and searching blindly with your fingers alone for the latches of his helmet. Maybe then you could claw his eyes out, could grab hold of his tongue and rip it out of his mouth. “I thought about this, tooke. How tight your pussy is. How desperate you are to kill me—and yet you take my cock like you were meant for it.”

You found the latches, clawing at them several times before managing to get them undone. Kylo Ren chuckled as you worked his helmet off his head. Rather than throw it across the room, you thrust it towards his face; this was not an easy feat, given the fact that he was behind you. His hand left your breast, catching your wrist and squeezing so hard that it halted your movements and forced you to release the helmet, which fell onto the bed. He did not relinquish his hold on your wrist, however. Rather, he continued to squeeze until you could hear your bone protesting. Just when you believed he would break your arm, he let go your wrist and placed his hand on your hip.

The pain dissipated, replaced by fresh waves of pleasure that were forced upon you until you climaxed around him. He came with a grunt inside of you then moved away. As he was no longer where you could reach him, could attempt to do him harm, you instead reached for your hair. You unclipped the accessory and brought it in line with your face. A little tooke hairclip. You snarled, throwing the item across the room and screaming in frustration and rage. Your wrist throbbed, and you rubbed at it simultaneous to turning so that you could locate the man. He had smoothed out the articles of his attire and was staring at you with a certain passiveness.

“I don’t exist for your amusement,” you said evenly. He denies he’s a monster. Loathsome creature. He said nothing, merely blinked and continued to stare. “What!?”

“You’re…passionate.” You were ready to refute this claim before remembering that hate was another form of burning passion. You looked to your side, at the helmet that was there. “In the throes of passion”—you knew and hated that he purposely phrased it this way—“you seem to have forgotten.” Kylo Ren strode over to you, and you found yourself shrinking in upon yourself. Fear started to grip at you. “What did I say would happen should you attack me?”

He leisurely took hold of your wrist, slipping his hand up until he was gripping your index, middle, and ring fingers. Your eyes widened as he began to apply pressure to them. “N…no…”

“Are you asking for mercy, tooke?”

“Never.” You squeezed your eyes closed, breathing heavily through your nose as Kylo Ren gave a sudden tug. You heard a multitude of pops that were nearly drowned out by your scream. Your eyes snapped open, and you stared in horror and bewilderment at your fingers—dislocated rather than broken. You weren’t sure if the pain would have been more or less had it been the other way. Kylo Ren traced a lone finger along the back of your hand then worked each finger back into its proper place. You screamed each time, whimpering and blinking through tears. “You’re horrible,” you croaked.

“Should you forget, I will break them without mercy.”

“I hate you.”

“I hold no feelings of warmth for you either, little tooke.” You cupped the wrist of the hand that had been injured against your chest. Kylo Ren set a hand on your cheek, leaned in, and touched the tip of his nose to yours. “Your body is a form of passing entertainment, yet it is easily replaced. Your mind is one filled with lies, which then spew from this mouth.” His thumb outlined your lips. “Your spirit is the only thing of importance, and I see it breaking. So many cracks already. You claim to slay monsters, and yet still you live.”

You curled your tongue within your mouth, gathered saliva, then pursed your lips and spat in his face. His gloved hand left you, swiping along the spit, which he inspected. You barely saw the fist headed in your direction until it had struck the side of your face. You saw flashes of red and black, felt rather nauseated, and sat there completely stunned. You hoped there wasn’t a hairline fracture; that would be distracting with the long-lasting pain when all you wanted was to find a way to help the Resistance from your miserable position. Reaching up, you ran a few of your fingers along where he had hit you.

Kylo Ren left the bed, heading for the refresher instead. You listened as the shower was turned on. Your eyes then darted to the canister of ashes. You were not granted a generous amount of time to silently offer words of mourning; your captor returned to the room long enough to fully remove the chains and collar from you, and take you into the refresher with him. He finished taking off the final layers of his clothing while instructing you to do the same. You were only too happy to be rid of his shirt; that is, until he steered you into the shower and turned you so that you were naked, chest-to-chest with him.

“Wash me, tooke.” You would have half preferred if he had used the Force to compel you to do such a thing. As it was, however, you were left with the choice to obey or not. Your fingers, alternating between numb and throbbing, and your stinging cheek prompted you to choose the former. You grabbed up the washcloth, gathered a generous amount of soap, and set the material to his chest. You kept your lips in a thin line as you started to scrub him. A bruise was already forming on your wrist from when he had grabbed it. “Do you fear me?” You kept your eyes on his chest even though you were now washing his arms. No reply left your lips, nor did you offer a nonverbal response. He grabbed the other washcloth, prepared it, and started to clean you. There was a gentleness to his ministrations that caught you off guard; you had never believed he was capable of any form of tenderness. “Why do you listen to the lies of the Resistance?”

He’s…trying to have a conversation with me, you realized. You hadn’t counted on this having such an impact on you, yet you found yourself turning from him and hunching over as you vomited up bile.

He had just brought in the ashes of your comrades to add to his collection, forced you to have sex with him again then hurt you, and now he was trying to talk with you?

“Loathsome creature,” you managed between dry-heaves.

“Tell me, tooke, when it was your general ordered you on the suicide mission.”

“General Organa didn’t,” you hissed out, knowing full well he could take the information from you, that he likely already had. “It was a different… One of my other superiors.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “What does it matter to you?”

“The general would know it to be a suicide mission… Because of her lies by omission—yet again—here you are. A casualty.” You did not know what he meant, nor why it was that he knew so much about the general. It sounded more personal than it should have, which caused you to refrain from commenting. “In this case, the left hand didn’t know what the right was doing.”

“What does it matter? The general would want you dead, or at the very least incapacitated,” you said, pushing yourself back up to your feet and standing there shakily. Kylo Ren took your arm into his hand, steadying you. You tensed; there was something unspoken there that had you wondering—did the general want him dead? If not, then why? Why wouldn’t she? No! You would not question your loyalties! He was doing it again, though in a subtle way that was more effective; attacking your beliefs. “I wish to go back to my cell.”

“I care nothing for your wishes.” You rolled your eyes, having expected him to say something along those lines. “If you behave, tooke, I will allow you time outdoors tomorrow.” You looked directly at his face. He did not seem to be lying, however you did not believe you could fully trust him. And what did he mean by behave? It was a rather vague order. Kylo Ren reached over, shutting off the water now that the two of you were clean. He stepped out, beginning to dry himself while you stood there. Slowly, you moved out of the shower as well and seized the unused towel that was on the rack.

Returning to his room, you discovered that a loose, sleeveless dress had been laid out for you. It was similar in design to the one that was normally forced upon you, and yet more modest overall. This one had a zipper, for one thing, which would keep it from slipping off your body. Kylo Ren dressed himself, lifted up the dress, and unzipped the back of it. His words ran through your head. He wanted you to obey. A large part of you wished to ignore this monster’s wishes out of spite. But the outdoors… How you longed to see them again.

You allowed the towel to slip off your body, stepped into the dress, and grit your teeth as a gloved hand moved the zipper upwards. You stared directly in front of yourself. Black gloves were then handed to you, and these you were able to pull on yourself. It caused your fresh injuries to throb, however you managed to not cry out.

Doing what you could to distance yourself mentally from his nearness, you wondered when it was that Kylo Ren had thought of you. Was it only after he had spotted the tooke hairclip, or had it been when he was murdering the other long-distance shooter? Perhaps both, your mind supplied. Your gaze drifted to the hairclip that you had thrown across the room. It remained in the same position on the floor. You could not understand it, his thought process. For someone who said your wishes did not matter, that he had no compassion for an enemy of the First Order—the hairclip did nothing to humiliate you, so what was the point of it?

This monster does not know he is a monster…or else denies it as often as he can.

A leather glove entered your peripheral, and you winced. This was rewarded with a soft sigh from your captor. You turned your head to look over your shoulder. The position of his hand—the back of it facing you—and his posture suggested one thing. Your nostrils flared as you did what you could to control your anger. You then lifted your hand and set the back of it against his. You repositioned your body, falling into the correct stance. He wished to dance with you. Perhaps he had purchased the tooke hair clip in a place of celebration.

He slid one foot forward in the first step of the dance, and you followed. Though you allowed him to lead you, you failed to meet his gaze as was proper in the dance. Kylo Ren turned, his wrist flicking as he twisted his hand around. You followed suit. The lack of music somehow made it better for you. It was all a farce. A game of make-believe that you were playing with the monster you had sworn to slay.

“You cannot trick me into thinking you’re any less of a monster,” you said, your fingers aching from where he had injured you. The tips of his fingers trailed down to your wrist. You turned your back to him, all in the line with the dance. “Is this your way of celebrating? Raping me and then forcing me to dance with you.”

“Objectify and demonize.”

His words, the soft tone with which he spoke them, were strange echoes of those you had heard in the past. The things monsters did. Was he admitting to it? Or was he attempting to turn this on you?

The next step brought you chest to chest with him. You swallowed down bile at the memories it stirred up. “I won’t beg you.”

“You are angry, tooke, because I do not underestimate you.” You rolled your eyes at his words, shaking your head. “They water boarded you, and your reaction was calmness overall. I know you would endure the torture that would otherwise break your comrades. I have forced my way into your mind—yet you are correct when you claim that I am unable to pull the information I seek.”

Objectify and demonize.

“Then why dance with me?” You did not want to know the answer. Or, you did not wish for him to say it aloud. Suddenly you knew that he had thought of you as more than simply a prisoner. Purchasing the tooke hair clip as he had—you released a bitter laugh. “My body means nothing to me, creature; you won’t break me.”

“Mm. You continuously spout that lie.” Kylo Ren stepped away from you and walked over to his chair. You watched him, observing the way he seated himself there. Silent. Meditating, you noted.

You reached behind yourself, fumbling with the zipper and stripping out of the outfit. There was a shirt on the bed that you took instead. Though you loathed wearing an article of the creature’s clothing, you preferred it to the dress. You threw off the gloves as well, your fingers feeling more and more confined as they swelled. Kylo Ren ignored you as he meditated for several hours. You were brought a meal during that time, and you sat on his bed while you ate.

You reached to your side, seized hold of the helmet, and lowered it onto your head. You watched Kylo Ren through the visor of his mask and tried to think the way he thought. But you could not; you could never order the deaths of so many.

When he rose from the chair, Kylo Ren walked over to you and removed his helmet. He set it off to the side before climbing into bed with you. You rolled over onto your side so that your back was to him, much like the first time you had spent the night with him. You could feel him watching you. Doing what you could to ignore his stare, you lifted your hand towards your face and stared at your bruised fingers. They were swollen despite having been put back into their proper place. Your face felt as though it had also swelled. Your wrist, though not swollen, was sporting a darker bruise than earlier.

“Tooke?”

“Yes, creature?”

“Come here.” You took a moment before obeying, knowing full well he could easily make you do what he wanted by using the Force. You rolled over so that you were facing him. No sooner had you done this, his arm snaked around you, tugging you even closer. You waited, his face hovering just inches from yours. He never kissed you. He simply watched your reactions, stared at you passively until you fell asleep.

In the morning, he danced with you again. You said nothing, and he did not speak either. Your captor simply placed the back of his hand to yours. He stared straight ahead this time, not looking your way nor watching you as he had the previous night.

It was when the dance ended that he had food and fresh clothing brought. An outfit of your own—panties, a bra, shorts and a tank top. No shoes, however you did not mind. Kylo Ren had you tie back your hair, which you were thankful for when you at last stepped outside. It was humid, but in a pleasant sort of way. You shielded your eyes with your hand as you followed the darkly clad man out—how he wore the outfit, you did not know. You imagined it was the sort that regulated body temperature, although too high a heat would still irritate. He ignored the stormtroopers and officers that looked your way, and you followed suit. You walked after him past the line of trees to a small clearing, which you found to be the very place you had gone the last time you had been outdoors—how long ago had that been?

Kylo Ren stood still, whereas you shifted further until your feet were planted firmly in a patch of grass. You wiggled your toes, relishing in the cool dampness the ground had to offer. You lowered yourself into a sitting position then laid down, your knees bent but your arms stretched out to your sides. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of nature.

After missions, you and your allies used to celebrate with mini picnics. Never off-guard; one always had to be ready. But in a patch of grass like the one here. Yet you had no allies. Still, you were resourceful; you patted the ground with your hand, careful to use the one that did not hold the three digits that had been dislocated the previous day. “Creature.” He obliged, stepping over to you then squatting. You tilted your head in order to look at his visor, which was pointed in your direction. “Sit properly.”

Rather than reprimand you for demanding anything of him, Kylo Ren leaned to the side, moving slowly into a comfortable position as he sat down next to you.

“Why did you buy the hairclip?” For this, you received no response. You sighed, turning your face upwards so that you could stare at the sky. Every so often the sounds of a ship landing or taking off ripped through the noises of nature. This you were used to. If it hadn’t been for your present company, you could have easily pretended you were back on base. “I don’t blame the general for not divulging the information in regards to her parentage. People did not exactly react kindly. And it doesn’t change what she’s trying to accomplish.”

“Trying to accomplish…” He nearly spat out the words, yet prolonged them with an increased accent of bitterness. “You know nothing.”

“Look, I only know her in the capacity of general. I believe what she stands for.”

“I know her in another capacity—and it’s disappointing.” You were thrown off with that remark. You turned away from the sky to stare at him. Kylo Ren appeared to be considering a tree.

“What does that mean?”

“It means nothing.” He sounded as though he were being evasive now. You propped yourself up on your elbows. He did not seem old enough to consider her as a princess, which some still referred to as, much to her chagrin. You recalled to mind his facial features and tried to picture—your blood ran cold. Though you had never met him, it had been hinted at many times, the fact that the general and Han Solo had a son. You shook your head; that couldn’t be right, you told yourself. “Ben Solo is dead.”

“Wh-what?” Kylo Ren looked pointedly at you.

“I killed him. Such a weak boy…much like his father.” His shoulders relaxed. Kylo Ren propped up a single knee, upon which he dangled an arm. “There is no need for you to speculate.”

You were uncertain if he was speaking figuratively or literally, and you feared the answer either way. In many senses, it did not change who he was or what he had done. It did, however, explain why it was not the general who had given you your mission to hunt Kylo Ren. Yet why it was kept secret that Kylo Ren was—possibly—the general’s son… This, you did not understand.

“You won’t poison me against the Resistance,” you said, narrowing your eyes into a glare. Kylo Ren chuckled, not looking your way. “It really doesn’t matter your past—you’re just a monster now. Some dreadful creature. And I will slay you the same way I have the other monsters.”

“Such an unkind guest.”

“Let me see your face.” It nearly surprised you that he obliged without comment. His hands seized the helmet on either side, lifting it and setting it off to the side. You stared at his face with a new sense of purpose. Mapping out his features, comparing them. It was true; this creature had once been Ben Solo. “I almost pity you.” His lips twisted up into a grin that borderline the formation of a smirk. “Losing your way… I do pity you.”

“How sweet, tooke,” he said mockingly. He ran the back of his hand up the length of your arm. “Such a sentimental creature. And you still want to kill me.”

You held up the hand that he had injured the previous day, displaying the bruises. “There’s no love between us—what should it matter?” He swept up the limb and brought it to his lips. You felt as though everything was surreal as he kissed each finger, almost as though in apology. When he had kissed the final digit, he set your hand atop your stomach and turned away from you. “Is that it? I’m your fix, right?”

“My fix?” he asked almost absently.

“Of the life you grew up in before. Back when you were—“

“He is dead.” You quieted, knowing it would be foolish to press the issue. Besides, you had no intention of angering him to the point that he would take you back indoors. After a few minutes more, Kylo Ren settled onto his back next to you. You watched him the entire time, staring at his face, his eyes. They were so expressive while at the same time guarded. “You were wrong, tooke.”

“Hm?” He did not elaborate. You reached over, touching his face. Kylo Ren laid perfectly still as you traced over each of his features. “I’m still fighting. You don’t always need to attack in quick succession. And you… You became a monster.” His eyes met yours. You took back your hand. “I won’t give in to the tyranny of the First Order…to the lies you’ve come to believe.”

“Tooke…”

“Ye—mmf!” He had turned over, his mouth sealing over yours. Your eyes widened as, for the first time, he kissed you.

[Hush, hush; A caress of lips— Your spirit stolen.]

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #three blind tooke #resistance is futile #elmidolfanfic

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bfwa · 5 years

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Canon Fics Under 8,000 Words - Round 1 Winners

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“What the hell is your problem, Clarke?” And this time, the tone was so disgusted, so bitter, than something snapped, deep in Clarke’s chest.

Fuck it.

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He can’t fucking lose her. Especially not like this.

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They decide they're tired of being tired alone.

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#bfwa 2019 #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fanfic #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Merchandising

Merchandising: A Iron Man Fanfic

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Word Count: 2830

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, Smut (M|F, sex toys, like many many many, light dom sub, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal play).

Synopsis: Tony is not exactly happy about the lack of thought put into the unlicensed sex toys that are available so he makes you some of his own.

Based on 2 prompts. One about the current Avengers sex toys available and the other about Tony building you a vibrator.

Merchandising

The raised eyebrow did it. You could have kept a straight face but as soon as Tony looked up at you over the top of his glasses and that eyebrow came up, you broke down into hysterical giggles. He picked up the plug and turn it over in his hand.

“I do like the sentiment, dear.” He said tapping star on the end of the pale blue butt plug. “Who’s ass exactly did you envision Cap to be in. Mine or yours.”

You bit your bottom lip and scoffed. “Mine of course.”

Tony smirked and leaned in toward you scrunching his nose up as he did. “Did you now?” He teased. The look was your kryptonite and you leaned and kissed him, fisting his collar in your hand and holding him in place as you circled your tongue with his and dipped it into his mouth.

“Mmm… I bet he’d feel great in my ass.” You said as you pulled back.

“I don’t know about that, honey. I’ve seen Steve Rogers naked. It’s would definitely take some prep work. In fact,” He put the small silicone plug down on the coffee table in front of the two of you. “I think he’d be offended by how small this is.”

“Oh, that’s the part he’d be offended by?” You asked, stifling another laugh.

“It would certainly be on the list.” His hand slid up your thighs and he kissed your neck. “Not that I wouldn’t love to see you plugged, darling.”

“I got one for you too.” You teased reaching into your bag.

“Oh did you now? And who’s this? I hope it’s not the Hulk. I mean, I’m a fan, but I don’t want to die today.” He joked.

You pulled out another plug from the bag. It was the same size as the Star-spangled silicone one but red and steel with a glowing blue end resembling the arc reactor. Tony took it from you and tried, unsuccessfully to smother a laugh. “Well, it’s definitely stylistically something I like.” He ran his thumb down the side of it. “I’m not sure I like that it’s just a glow in the dark decal though.”

“I don’t think anyone wants to shove an actual arc reactor up their butt, Tony.” You replied, snort laughing.

Tony shook his head and ran the end of the plug along your crotch so it teased your pussy through your pants. “Was that all of them? Any other unlicensed Avengers merchandise?”

You reached down and pulled out a dildo in the shape of an arrow. “There’s more.” You said.

“That just seems lazy,” Tony said laughing. “Where’s the finesse?”

“Oh, you want some finesse?” You asked reaching into your bag again and pulling out a giant green dildo and slamming it down on the table. “Finesse this.”

Tony burst out laughing. “I’d rather not.” He said picking it up and looking at it. “How would you even…?”

“With maximum effort.” You teased. “Now come here.” You grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss. He returned it hungrily, letting you lead but matching your passion.

He pulled away abruptly and turned his head. “These really are lazy though. Is there one for Nat?”

“Yeah, it’s a fleshlight.” You answered blinking at him.

“Wow,” Tony said sounding horrified. “That’s all they see her as?”

“Yeah, didn’t buy that one.” You said with a half shrug.

You leaned in to kiss him again and Tony stood at the same time so you stumbled forward and nearly face planted on the couch. “I need to fix this.” He said.

“Tony, what?” You asked. “I thought we could play around with these.”

He shook his head and strode off to the elevator. “No. I have ideas. You can play around with the arrow or something if you like.”

“Gee thanks.” You said as you watched him disappear into the elevator.

You sat up waiting for Tony for a few hours before heading to bed. You woke up alone, Tony’s side of the bed undisturbed. You got up and went looking for him. Not that he was hard to find. He was hunched over a workbench in his lab. You come up behind him and put your chin on his shoulder looking over at what he was doing. He was holding what looked like a very small couples vibrator in his hand. It was black and red, and very sleek. “Did you seriously stay up all night building a sex toy?”

He turned his head and kissed your cheek. “Not just one. This is the Black Widow.” He said turning it over to show you. “It’s not ready yet, but when it is, you should be able to wear it. It can be remotely activated from anywhere in the world. Will be soundless. You could be sitting in a meeting and suddenly,” he presses a button on a screen and the device starts vibrating. “There are 8 settings and it can buzz inside of you or outside of you, but at different speeds or intensity. Whatever you like.”

You smiled and scraped your teeth over your bottom lip. “You naughty boy.” You whispered. “I bet you’ve already made big plans for that. Getting me off while you’re on a mission.”

He turned the device off and spun on his stool, grabbing your hips and pulling you hard against him. “That sounds like me. Even better if I’m stuck in a boring board meeting. Keep myself entertained.”

You leaned in and kissed his neck and he tilted it to the side to give you better access. “The others should be finished being sanitized.” He said with a smirk.

You hummed and sucked on a patch of skin on his neck. Being up all night meant he hadn’t shaved yet, and the stubble scratched your lips. “And I suppose you want someone to test them out on?”

He grabbed your hips and spun you around so you were pressed against the bench. “Experimentation is good, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well, someone seems to think he’s the boss, and we all know that’s not true. So I guess it’s nice to try new things.” You teased as you walked your fingers up his chest.

He grabbed your wrists and spun you around pushing you over the bench. “Good thing I was prepared then.” He said and picked up the bag you had brought home with the sex toys in them. He fished around inside and pulled out the Captain America butt plug.

“Couldn’t think of a way to improve this one.” He said yanking your pajama pants down just enough to expose your ass too him. “See if Steve is nothing else, he’s a pain in my ass. So might as well share that around.”

You started giggling even as Tony’s hand moved between your leg. You moaned as he nudged your legs further apart and teased his fingers along your cunt. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

“Pretty sure he knows,” Tony replied, as he ran circles over your clit.

Your cunt flooded and he pushed two fingers inside of you and slowly fucked you with them. You adjusted your stance more, spreading your legs further and pushing your ass out. “Fuck, Tony.” You groaned.

“We’ll see.” He said pulling his fingers from you. He sucked them clean and grabbed a tube of glittery lube from the bag. “Did you buy this to use on me or you?” He asked as he began coating the toy.

“Mostly for you. You like bling.” You said.

He nodded and pressed the toy against your ass, making you moan low and deep. “I guess that’s fair.” He said and began easing the toy inside your ass agonizingly slowly. He held it at the point it created the biggest stretch and you mewled pushing back on it. “Eager little girl aren’t you?” He growled and began moving the plug in and out. Your cunt dripped even with the sting the plug created in your ass. The sensation he was creating walked that fine line between pleasure and pain. Your hands tightened on the bench and you clenched around the toy.

“You like that, huh?” He asked, nuzzling at your neck.

“Fuck, yes.” You gasped.

He pushed the toy into place and pulled you back up to standing. “We’ve only just started though.

Tony kissed your throat and pushed your pajama pants all the way off before walking you over to the other side of the lab where it was more computers and paperwork than machinery parts. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto a desk kissing you hard and grinding against you. Your fluids smeared on his jeans and you could feel how hard he was through them.

He pulled away abruptly and moved to a cabinet, opening it up and pulling out a few different toys. “This one,” he said, holding one up as he headed back over to you. “Is the Hawkeye. Would you like to start with that one? It never misses its target.” It was black with purple concentric circles on the bulbous part of the larger of the two prongs and had a black and purple handle.

“Looks like my kind of toy.” You said.

Tony smirked and moved between your legs. “That’s my girl.” He said, placing each toy beside you. He pulled the lube back out of his pocket and applied it to the Hawkeye, the toy began to shimmer with the viscous substance. You kissed his jaw and ran your hands down his back as he completely ignored you, instead just focussing on his prep.

“Okay, dear, lie back.” He said.

You did as instructed, lying back on the desk and putting your feet up on the edge. You spread wide for him so he could see your glistening pussy. He ducked his head down and placed a sloppy kiss over it, humming as his tongue swirled around. He straightened up and you looked up at him as he smiled down at you. His lips glistened matching the glint in his eyes and he pushed the toy into your cunt. The shape of the toy meant one section rested on your clit and the other pushed hard on your g-spot. The insertion alone made you gasp and arch your hips up off the desk. When he turned it on, you lost complete control of yourself.

“Oh fuck yes!” You cried, as your legs tried to snap closed. The only thing that stopped them was the fact that Tony was blocking them.

“Works then?” He asked grinning down at you and starting to fuck you with the toy.

You mewled, unable to form words. Pleasure coursed up and down your body. You clenched around the vibe which added pressure on the plug in your ass increasing the sensation even more. You started to make noises that weren’t wholly human and were wholly primal. Deep and guttural moans that crescendoed up to primal screams.

“Fuck! Tony! I can’t! I can’t!” You babbled as you writhed under him. Your legs started to shake and you gripped the edge of the desk until your knuckles turned white. Completely out of your own control you tried to kick Tony away. Not that you wanted him to stop. That was the last thing you wanted. It was more like your body was trying to escape the intense orgasm that was poised to hit you.

Tony doubled down. He wrapped one arm around your thigh locking it into place and fucked you hard with the vibe making sure the buzz never eased up on your clit and each press on your g-spot came with force behind it.

You bucked up and arched your back and came gushing. Your fluids soaked through Tony’s jeans and pooled on the table. You had never come so hard in your life and your whole body flooded with endorphins and adrenaline making you feel high and not quite present in your own body.

Tony grinned down at you. “I think that’s a positive review.” He said switching off the toy and stroking your through your orgasm with his fingers.

“Okay,” He said picking up the next toy. It was more cock shaped, red and smooth to at the end and blending into silver scales as it went down the length. “This one is the Thor.”

He picked up a different kind of lube. “Needs an electrical conduit.” He explained. He slowly started to fuck you with it, moving it in and out as he looked down at you. “You see,” He said. “It has an electrical stimulator.” He switched it on and your core muscles all clenched completely out of your control.

You moaned and your legs slipped off the edge of the desk as your thigh muscles tightened. He switched it off again and you sighed and your body relaxed. “Far out. That was weird.” You huffed.

“You wanna try again?” He asked, slowly moving the toy in and out. You nodded your head and he switched it on again. Your core muscles clenched and you groaned lifting your ass up off the desk. Tony ran his fingers along your stomach and everywhere he touched it felt like you got a small electric shock. The hairs on your body all stood on end and your skin prickled as your muscles in your leg and cunt spasmed out of your control.

Electricity swirled through your veins and pooled in your stomach. Each touch from Tony’s fingers adding to it. He kept fucking you slowly until you were begging him for more.

“Harder. Harder, Tony.” You pleaded.

A half smile spread across his lips and he cocked his eyebrow at you. “As you wish.” He said, and pressed the toy against your g-spot hard and turned it on again. It caused such a strong tightening that you came again bucking up violently. “Fuck!” You screamed and kicked Tony in the stomach.

He laughed and withdrew the toy. “Good thing I’m used to getting my ass kicked.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” You panted.

He shook his head and rubbed your stomach. “Got one more in you?”

“Yeah… yeah. Maybe some water.” You said.

Tony went to the fridge and got you a bottle of water. He handed it to you and as you drank from it he picked up the last toy. “The Iron Man,” He said showing you the sleek red and gold toy. The button on the handle end glowed blue. “It is a twin motor vibrator. Oh, and,” He pressed a button and nanites crept out turning the vibe into a rabbit.

He slicked it and inserted it into you before turning it on. The buzz from the motors went right through you as he fucked you with it, quicker than before. The nanites moved over your clit sending jolts through you. You were already so sensitive that within no time you were sitting right on the edge.

“Tony… Tony…” You whined.

“Mm… this one no good? You not gonna come for me?” He purred.

“It’s - oh fuck - I don’t want Iron Man. I want Tony.” You panted.

Tony pulled the vibe out and put it on the desk. “That was the sweetest way anyone has ever asked for my dick.” He said unbuttoning his jeans.

You sat up as he freed his cock and he grabbed your ass and pulled you against him. He teased his cock over your entrance as he kissed you hungrily and with a snap of his hips he sunk into you. You moaned into his mouth and dug your fingers into his back. He thrust quickly inside you, and his fingers teased over the end of the plug as he held you in place.

Your head fell back. All coherent thought was lost as you gave yourself over to him. You could feel the twitch of his cock against your swollen walls. You started to bounce on the desk, pushing yourself against him as tight as you can and increasing the friction against your pussy. Tony picked up the Iron Man vibe turned it on and pressed it to your clit.

You came immediately, crying out as your whole body shuddered with it. The clenching of your cunt pulled Tony over with you and he grunted as his cock pulsed inside you, emptying in hot waves.

You held each other for a moment as your orgasms passed through you. “Far out.” You panted.

“So Avengers going into sex toy merchandising you think?” He teased as he slipped from inside you and pulled his jeans back up.

“You can’t keep those treasures from the world.” You agreed.

Tony chuckled and turned you around so he could ease the plug from your ass. “A bath and breakfast first don’t you think?”

You hummed. “Sounds good. And then I want to be there when you ask Clint and Nat to put their names on vibrators.”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #prev: emilyevanston #merchandising

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itslocsdiggs · 5 years

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midnight melodies

A/N: For the lovely @parksxo who requested a college age Rafa, so imagine with a shaved head and hella talent. (It’s here, it’s here!) I have been crafting the perfect fic for you. Reminiscing the days when his hair was short because now we have it long, and we love it! Enjoy the throwback to young Rafa

T/W: college, oral, dirty talk, some drug use

Word Count: 1.3k

It was the beginning of the semester and all you trulyand read the important chapter from history 101, but really loud music had been pounding into your eardrums from across the hall. It was catchy, sure but it would be great to get some homework done. Throwing the book across your bed, you stood up. The party wouldn’t quit so you decided to see about it. Putting on your earrings and fixing your lipstick you marched down the hall. It was hard not to put a little bounce into your step, the music was good. Masking an annoyed face due to a loss of productivity, you rapped quickly on the door. After not hearing anyone for a few minutes, you slammed your palm on the wood door. The door was already being opened and you nearly slapped a tall green eyed babe in the face. A wave of embarrassment hit you hard. Now that your original plan had backfired, you stared, momentarily lost in his eyes. They really were something…

The green eyed babe frowned, “did you want to come in”?

“No, I want you to turn down the music so I can finish reading for Monday’s lecture.”

“Are you kidding, it’s Friday night! Professor Marron won’t mind if you read it on Saturday I promise.”

“Wait, how do you know which class I’m in?”

“Wait you’ve never noticed me before?”, he mocked, “I’m the guy who sits front and center. Rafael Santiago Casal.” He smirked and held out his hand for you to shake.

Wide eyed you gape. He kept smiling and asked, “Are you gonna come in? You look dressed for a party. And the whole floor is here. You don’t want to be alone do you?”

You shrug, “Sure. It can’t hurt. Sick beats, though. Whose songs are these?”

He tilted his head and smirked, “Mine.”

“Oh wow”, you ducked your head, refusing to give him the pleasure of a compliment, “Kinda feel bad for wanting you to turn it off.”

“Do you now? Maybe a dance will shake off my wounded ego?”

You push past him into the room, tugging him back inside. You immediately started to move your hips to the beat. From that night on, at any given campus party, Rafael was your dance partner. You spent most of that first party moving and grinding on each other. He was all you could think about before you fell asleep that night.

Sometimes if the parties were lame, you’d go back to his dorm and hang out under the haze of his blunt and stolen midnight kisses. It became a habit that the two of you would sleep until noon on Saturdays, eat the sort of okay dining hall food and study for history together. He rolled his eyes and called you nerdy for how many facts you knew despite not actually being a history major. He loved it though, you were the reason he paid attention in class rather than using it as his songwriting hour. Just another boring core requirement, but you made it bearable.

One Friday night in particular, he cancelled the kickback so that he could get to know you a little better. He dragged the last of the blunt and snuffed it out. You had taken a hit and decided it wasn’t for you. It was so warm and calm being with him, you didn’t want to talk, relishing in the comfort of his presence. You reached up in his embrace and pressed kisses from his smooth jaw all the way to the cleft in his chin. He looked down at you over the rim of his glasses, eyes stormy gray with arresting flecks of green.

Rafael clears his throat and murmurs, “A dreamer at lust for dawn.”

“Huh?”, you pull away staring at him

”I want to read you something I have been working on. Just a few lines, it’s a little something I put together”, he cleared his throat and continued softly, “You, my dear, are the only one who has met the boy in me I die writing to save. I only want my best shadow to live through the night”

“Oh, Rafa”, you smile, “that sounds really good”

Overcome with emotion, you begin to kiss him again, running your hands over his chest. He leans into it humming and taking the chance to run his tongue over your bottom lip. It had never occurred to you how much you needed him until now as you feel his tongue slip past your lips. After all those nights of polite goodnight kisses and cuddling in his bed, you needed more.

He tugged you into his lap and held you close. Rafael took his time pressing his warm mouth to your neck and chest through your tank top. His touch is feather light on your skin. Shifting on his lap, you feel him grow harder in his sweats. Sliding off of his thighs, you make yourself comfortable on the bed, tugging at his waistband.

“I wanna suck your cock, Rafa,” you say quietly.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, babe—”

“I wanna”

He cuts himself off with a whimper when you press a kiss to the aching pink head. He said, “Okay!”, and raised his hands in surrender before relaxing into your touch, caressing your scalp and making filthy noises. As you started to bob your head he gathered your hair in his fist. He couldn’t help moving his hips. Suddenly, Rafa stopped, his emerald eyes brightened suddenly with an idea.

“You ever try any positions (Y/N)?”, he inquired softly.

Pulling off, you blush and bite your lip, “No, never really fooled around with anyone but you.”

“Too busy studying, right?”, he teased, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you answer drily, sitting up and stroking him slowly.

He chuckled, and whispered what he wanted in your ear. You took off the rest of your clothes and Rafa took off his shirt. He pushed you down to the bed and towered over you, kissing you quickly before turning his body and laying down sideways. You followed suit curling into him and taking his cock back into your mouth. Rafael greedily pulled your hips towards him and tasted you. He groaned and pushed his face between your thighs, moaning and sucking hungrily. With anybody else the noises would have been too much, but you did everything you could to make him louder. You spent the next few moments teasing and tasting each other until your thighs shook and tightened around his head. He held you in place, loving the way you were so eager for him. He could get used to this.

You whimpered and kissed at his cock trying to catch your breath as you came.

He whispered against your pussy, “That’s a good girl, (Y/N)”.

He rested his head on your thigh and kept kissing your lips as he thrust his hips against your face. His hips stuttered before he let out a long moan and shot warm cum down your throat. Rafa continued to slowly fuck your mouth as you swallowed his cum.

Rafa lay there kissing the salty skin on your thighs as he continued to shake.

“Easy baby girl,” he rasped.

With the last remaining strength you turned your body to his so you could taste each other’s mouths until you fell asleep beside him.

In the early hours of the morning, you woke up to Rafa running his finger through your hair, mumbling softly about his growing affection for you.

“You could always just ask me yourself”, you say quietly.

“Please be my girlfriend?”

Silence fell, and in your drowsy state, you nodded and pressed your head into his chest. He could rest now, knowing you felt the same.

Knocking on Rafa’s door was the best decision you made this semester.

#Rafael Casal #fic request #parksxo #amigas #and mutuals #I hope you like it #requests are open #n #sfw #need him to do this thanks #Rafael Casal x reader

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edourado · 7 years

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Pour

So, remember last night when I said I was trying to write something “by tonight”? Yeah, when I said “tonight” I meant today’s tonight, not last night’s tonight. So we’re good.

That’s a lie, but please go with it.

Here lies 9 pages of bullshit. I don’t know what the hell this is, but it sure is something, I just don’t know what.

The Punisher broke my writing tool. It’s their fault, so take it out on them.

Thank you @evilbunnyking, @allmyfuckingobsessions and @carry-the-sky for the support on this one. I know I said smut, but, again, they broke me, I’m pretty sure.

(Quickie thing of a sequel, if you’re interested, if your’e interested.)

Ok, bye.

Karen hesitated in front of the fridge, thinking about the article that still needed her attention.

Clicking her tongue, she decided she was due for a little thing to ease her mind. The article could still be written if she had a glass of wine of two.

She got the bottle, closed the fridge and moved to the counter to get the corkscrew and a glass.

It’s Friday, after all.

.:.

“If you check that feed one more time I’m gonna kick your ass”, said Curtis from the kitchen.

Frank looked up from the computer and towards his friend. “What are you even looking for, man?”

He was looking for a sign. Something that told him that he should act on that impulse, he should not let that thing die down, that he should pursue it. He was looking for an in.

“Whose window is this?” asked his friend, giving him a mug of coffee, sitting on the other chair on his small dinner table. “Is it Karen’s?”

Frank nodded, looking at the live feed of her window, baren of a flower pot.

He explained to Curtis their communication system, and his friend frowned at him, and then rolled his eyes, sipping his own coffee.

“First of all, those flowers must have died a long time ago. Second of all, who is this woman?”

Frank wasn’t sure he could explain Karen Page to him. Or what she meant. Or what was going on between them. Still, he tried.

“Sounds to me like you’re pussying out of a mission, man. In all my years, I’ve never known you to do that”, he teased and Frank sighed, running a hand on his chin, stubbly with the beard he neglected to shave for two days. “Seriously, though. All I can offer in lieu of advice is that… I think it’s been long enough. Your gut doesn’t lie to you, so if it feels like you should do it, do it. I know it’s complicated, but… You still got half your life to live.”

.:.

He missed her. Like crazy. And, unless he was grossly misreading the situation, he knew she must miss him, too.

He wasn’t misreading anything. Frank doesn’t misread things.

Only it became one of those things. the longer you waited, the harder it became to act. Had he waited long enough? Had he waited too much? Was she expecting him that same night? Did she want some kind of distance, after everything that had happened?

No distance, called his gut while he looked out on that water, standing on that same spot where he had placed a kiss on her cheek that time, following a sudden urge to show her just how much-

Walking into his apartment - not home - he opened the fridge to look for something to eat. While he finished the sandwich he made for himself - still not as good looking as that ones David makes. Not that he’s ever gonna tell him that - he looked at his computer.

The little light by the power button blinked at him, almost invitingly.

Come check.

Frank finished the sandwich and got up to wash the dish, putting the ones on the drying rack away in it’s cupboards.

Looking again, the computer light blinked.

Come check.

Already a little bit angry at himself, he turned to go take a shower. Maybe a constant stream of cold water on him is what he needed, to maybe steer his mind away from that feed, at once.

It didn’t. He walked out with a towel wrapped around his hips, deciding it was time he went to bed, when he looked at his right.

Come check.

Muttering a curse, he walked to the table and pressed the damn button, starting the computer up - slowly, agonizingly slowly, he needs to get a new one - and opening the live feed.

‘Window’.

His breath got stuck in his throat.

A flower pot. White roses. Brand new.

He sat on the chair and stared at it for maybe a minute, before picking up his phone.

“Hello?”

Her voice was mellow and slow. Or maybe it was just his imagination.

“Didn’t know famous journalists picked up their phones after midnight”, he said, staring at the computer screen, counting the blooms of the new pot she had placed for his camera.

Karen hummed in his ear, like she was smiling. He imagined her hair falling on her face, just like it was when he took that gun from under her chin and put his face close to hers, those five seconds when they breathed the same air.

“We do, depending on who’s calling. Plus, I called you first.”

He smiled, some sort of warm relief washing him as he heard her voice.

“I’m getting kinda sick of not having a way to contact you, to be honest.”

“You do, though.”

“Flowers on the window don’t count. They’re awfully unilateral. It only works if you check.”

“I did check.”

“Took you long enough.”

Boom boom, his heart inside him.

“Were you busy?”

“Not as much as you”, he said, elbow on the table, zooming in on the feed, maybe trying to catch movement inside her window, even if he knew damn well that all he could get, maybe, if the wind tilted the camera, was a little bit of her floor. “Heard you on the radio this morning. You and, uh…”

“Trish Walker.”

“Yeah. That was interesting.”

A moment of silence.

“Just because I said you saved my life again?”

“Shouldn't do that, you know?”

“She asked. You wanted me to lie and say you took me hostage?”

“I remember that was kinda the plan?”

“Just for you to get away. I told Brett the truth later.”

He clicked his tongue. He should have known.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?”

Another hum, and a sound like water moving around.

“How are you, Frank?” she asked, voice lower than a second ago, a tad more serious. “You were so banged up when I last say you, and then that mess at Central Park. I’m assuming that was you?”

Why he smiled, he has no idea. But he did, letting his head fall to the side a bit, dropping his voice, too, rolling a paper napkin between his fingers.

“Yeah…”

“Did you win, at least?”

“You could say that. Saved Madani again.”

She scoffed.

“You do that a lot.”

Again, why is he smiling?

“One could argue I do that a lot for you, too.”

Why does he sound like that?

(You know why, Frank, stop playing dumb, a voice in his brain.)

“Yeah, well… I’m not a federal agent. What’d you do now, jump off a building to save her life?”

“No, Miss Page. That was just for you.”

Another four, five seconds of silence before she talks again, slow and with a lilt. There’s definitely a lilt and he moves the phone away from his mouth so she doesn’t hear how heavy he breathes.

“What do you mean? When did you jump off a building for me?”

“Flight of stairs. Same thing.”

“You jumped off a flight of stairs?”

“Dislocated my arm in the process.”

More water moving.

“Sorry about that.”

“Not your fault. Where are you?”

One. Two. Three.

“Tub.”

He had to screw his eyes shut and bite on the inside of his cheek, images of long legs and soapy skin entering his brain without his permission, and he was suddenly aware.

He was wrapped in a towel and she was having a bath while they talked on the phone, after midnight.

Jesus Christ.

“I worry about you, you know?”, she went on. “It’s hard for me, not having any news.”

He doesn’t have anything to say to that. If he explains that it’s for her own safety, he’s pretty sure she’s gonna hang up on him, and, honestly, right now, he would rather die.

“When can I see you?”

He heard the water moving, lolling, like she was moving her hand around, or something, and he tried tried tried to not think about her sitting there naked on her bathtub talking to him.

“You want to?”

He almost cried when she took a deep, deep breath, and let out a “Yeah” on her exhale.

“Ok”, he said after a rogue flash of wet arms around his neck and the phantom pressure of her fingers on his arm.

“When?”

“Now?”

He didn’t say anything. Not because he thought he shouldn’t, but because he wanted to. Almost too much.

“Frank?” she called.

“Hmm?”

“Now.”

.:.

He knocked on her door without any idea of what he was going to say. If he was being honest, he didn’t even know how he managed to drive there without killing anyone on the way, so distracted he was by potential scenarios and the tone of her voice in his ear, that particular tone he had never heard before, but wanted to hear always, now.

She opened the door and it was all dark behind her.

Her hair was not wet, as he had imagined it would be. It was up in a loose bun on the top of her head, but she had missed a lock. That one stuck to her neck and waved in a thin line against her collarbone, the robe she was wearing hiding further skin from him.

“I hate it when you vanish”, she said as a greeting, small, tiny smile on her lips, stepping aside to let him in.

She smelled like lavender. Or something flowery and fresh.

“Sorry.”

“Stop doing it, then.”

While she closed the door, he looked at the window, where the flowers sat.

Walking in, Karen stopped in front of him and studied his face. He noticed the wine glass on her hand when she raised the free one to remove his hoodie, moving to inspect the gash Billy’s bullet had left on the side of his head.

“How are you?”

Why did she need to be wearing a robe? Why didn’t she turn any of the lights on? Why is she drinking wine and why did she sound like that on the phone?

“No one’s trying to kill me, so”, he deflected, but then he regretted it, looking for her eyes with his, assigning himself a new mission. Fuck it. He wanted to hear that voice again. “You?”

She raised her brows and let out a breath, shrugging lightly, her hand still on his face, dropping it once she saw the healing wound.

“Good enough.”

“What’s this, then?” he pointed to her wine glass.

They stood there in the dark, the light of one single lamp on the hallway to her bedroom and the glare from her open windows the only thing allowing him to see the soft curve of her mouth.

“This is me trying to ease out of a tough week.” He watched as the sip she took made its way down her throat. “You want to join me?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Problem is”, she said, taking another sip and handing him the glass, walking towards the kitchen when he took it. “I don’t have another fancy glass like that. Foggy broke the other one, so it’s either sharing this one with me or drinking your wine out of a coffee mug.”

Taking a brand new bottle from inside the fridge, she turned to him and waited for his answer.

He finished her glass and reached for the bottle, letting her lean on the counter while he opened it.

.:.

This was either a very, very bad idea or a really, really good one. He might even regret it later, once he doesn’t have so much wine dulling his senses, but, right now, he’s enjoying himself too much to stop.

She pulled his boots off him before they finished the first glass. They now sat under the couch, forgotten.

His black beanie was the next to go, when she pulled it off him and placed it over her own head, her hair now down under it, the strands turning in soft, loose curls.

While he gave her a brief and not at all detailed account of what had happened with Russo, she sat by his side and sipped her wine, body twisted towards him, the knot on her robe becoming increasingly weaker, revealing the poor excuse of pajamas she wore under it. Short shorts and a tank top that was slowly, slowly driving him crazy.

When the bottle he had opened was half empty, she got up to get snacks and, when she came back, he noticed she was favoring her left foot a little bit.

“What happened there?” he asked, pointing that fact out, and she brushed him off, told him how her heel had gotten stuck in broken concrete on a sidewalk three days ago, and it still hurt a bit.

He had been massaging that foot for half an hour, now, and she was lying down, her head propped up on a pillow, leg on his lap, the other one bent, the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of them, the last of the wine sitting on the glass they shared by its side.

She was not drunk, drunk. Not really. Not sober, either, so he had taken the glass away from her line of vision and reach, finishing the last third of the bottle by himself.

He wants no excuses. He wants to hear that voice again, that breathed “yeah” she let out for him on the phone, he wanted that.

“So how does Madani fit in this?”

Frank looked at her, lying there on her back, his beanie on her head, her foot in his hand, his thumbs pressing from her sole to the middle of her calf and back, massaging the muscles, rolling her ankle, gripping it tight and then doing it all over again.

This time, he reached the back of her knee.

“She had to settle some shit, too.”

“With you?”

Draining the last of the wine, he put the empty glass back down and decided that, as much as he liked this, the look on her face while she asked about the depth of his involvement with another woman, it was enough. For now, it was enough.

“No” he said, tugging on her foot, making her slide a tiny bit further towards him, and then reaching his hand for hers, finally letting go of that ankle. With an expression that betrayed both amusement and excitement, she reached her own hand, taking his, and he pulled her up. “Not with me”.

He felt like a teenager, with that nice buzz fuzzing his thinking a little, but not impairing it, just making everything more… Mellow and simple.

It was so simple, when she sat up, with her legs over his, and looked at his face. Nothing wrong with looking at her lips, or letting his eyes run around her neck and the skin exposed by the dislodged robe.

Nothing at all.

“And then she got in over her head”, she went on, leaning towards him a little further, eyes in his and then on her own inspection of his face. “And you had to swoop in and save the day.”

It was not like that at all, but what does it matter, right now?

“Something like that.”

Her face was so close to his, now, he could count the freckles spread across her cheeks and her nose.

“And, somehow, people keep calling you a terrorist”, she said, before moving to get up, bringing the empty bottle of wine with her, supporting her hand on his shoulder to help her, probably on her way to get a new one.

He let her get to her feet, but then reached his hand and found her wrist, pulling on it, making her turn on the spot and come back down.

This time, though, she was lodged on top of him, maneuvered by his hands and her own movements. Frank took the bottle from her and sat it back on the coffee table, leaning back on the couch after, his feet planted on the floor and his legs spread wide, to support her on top of him.

Enough wine for Miss Page tonight.

The look on her face was different, yet familiar to him. It was a look he had seen before, that evidenced how opened she was, little smiles and long stares, nips of her own bottom lip, plus something new and exciting and, now, fingers on his chin, tracing his jaw, her legs around his hips, his hands on her thighs.

“I really should be angry at you”, she said, so low, and all he did was look up at her and inch his hands further up her legs. “All this time without news. Months, again, and not a peep out of you.”

She’s right, of course. At first, he thought it best to lay low, not lead anyone that might be watching to her door, but then too much time passed, and the more time went by, the more difficult it became to approach her, that almost irresistible urge of knocking on her door immediately after the events in that hotel getting crowded by a million ‘what if’s.

“But you did save my life”, she concedes. “And you were so banged up I kept being worried instead of angry.”

His head is resting against the back of the couch and he is looking up at her, the tips of his fingers teasing the ends of her robe.

“I was around”, he admits, and the surprise that settles on her expression only makes her that much more alluring. Somehow. “Checking.”

“Checking?” she echoes, something that looks like annoyance settling. “Checking?”

“To make sure you were safe.”

“And you couldn’t”, the word punctuated with a light blow to his chest, which he can’t help but laugh at. “Let me know you were ok? Not a ‘hi, Karen. I’m not dead, just so you know’?”

He shrugs and she makes the angry face that makes him want to kiss her.

In a minute.

“I almost did once.”

“And what stopped you?” she pushed against his chest, annoyed but a hint of a smile creeping around her lips.

“I think you were on a date.”

At that, she stopped moving, and he caught her wrists in his hands.

“When was this?”

“When was the last date you had?”

“I had more than one, I’ll have you know”, inching closer to his face, smiling, defiant, the back of her thighs sliding on his jeans, tips of her hair tipping towards his face, his beanie covering her forehead.

“Did you, now?”

“Yes.”

With his thumbs caressing the inside of her wrists, he let go of her to run his hands on her shoulders, down her back, settling on her waist.

“So which date are you talking about?”

He sighed, because she leaned into him and pulled on the zipper of his hoodie, her lips touching his temple lightly, and he closed his eyes, tilting his face.

“M’ not sure. After Christmas.”

“Hmm”. She teased the zipper a bit. “Nate.”

She was already on his lap. So he figured it would be ok if maybe he undid the knot keeping her robe closed.

“Nate?” he asked, pulling on the sash around her waist and she took a deep breath.

“Yeah.”

There it was. Like fuel, burning up that simmering thing inside him, making it go up in flames, making him tighten his hold on her and pull her closer to him, his mouth landing just below her ear, and she let out another breath.

“He was really nice”, went her voice there in his ear, just like when they were on the phone earlier, but now he had his hands full. Much better. “But, you know. I kept thinking during dinner, ‘he never took any bullets for me’.”

The chuckle that left him could not be avoided.

“I can shoot him and we’d find out.”

Sitting back on his legs, she looked at his face again, hands still on that zipper.

“No need. Believe it or not, I’m actually against shooting people.”

“Could have fooled me.”

His face was tilted up. Hers was tilted down. Inches. Not many inches, at that. Reaching up, he pulled that beanie off her, making her smile widen, teeth showing, the whole works. Frank sucked in a breath when she lowered the zipper of his hoodie and inched her hips higher, and her eyes roamed his face, hands on his chest, but then her eyebrows shot up and she squinted, all very quick, less than a second.

“What’s this?” she asked, pulling the gun from where it was tucked on the waist of his jeans.

He felt the barrel sliding on his stomach, following her knuckles, and made use of the interruption to finish with that knot, opening her robe and pulling it off her other arm.

“That would be my gun.”

“Why do you still have it on you?”

Watching as she took her arm from the robe he pulled off her, he dropped his eyes to her legs, bare and smooth against his jeans, begging for his hands.

“Force of habit, I guess.”

Getting up on her knees, she moved forward to place the gun on whatever surface there was behind her couch, which put his face on her cleavage.

Frank opened his mouth on the skin not covered by her tank top, licking a path up her neck, and that free hand went to his shoulder while she sat back, slowly, looking at his face again.

“Any other weapons I should know about?”

“No, ma’am. Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

“I was waiting for you to do that.”

Hand balled up on the back of her head, her hair tangled between his fingers, Frank sat up and pulled her head down to his, opening his mouth on hers, tongue poking out, tasting her, shit, she was like a live wire, why the fuck did he take so long-

Her hands were soft in his hair for a second, arm bending between them to touch his face before she pulled on his hoodie, trying to remove it, other arm around his shoulders, holding herself to him while he leaned forward to remove the thing.

When it was gone, discarded somewhere along with her robe, he put an arm around her, the other reaching to his side to hold her leg around his hip, and got up from the couch, getting drunker on the wine he tasted on her tongue than on the bottle he drank earlier.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, laughing against his mouth when he walked them right into the column in the corner of her living room.

“Sorry”, he whispered, smiling with her lips against his, going right back to kissing her when she didn’t seem to mind, nibbling on his lower lip.

After maybe half a minute of pressing her there against that weird column, running his hands all over her, kissing her as hard as he wanted to since… Fuck, he doesn’t even know since when anymore, Karen untangled her legs from around him, sighing towards the ceiling when he dropped his mouth back to her neck, her hands raising his skin in shivers when she slid her fingers down his chest and slowly, softly, started undoing his belt.

He’s counting backwards from a hundred in his mind, because if he allows himself to get lost in this like he wants, this is really not gonna last that long, and he wants it to.

Frank has her earlobe between his teeth when she pulls the belt off him, arms coming up to scratch on his back after tossing it away, sighing so good to him before he finds her lips again, tongues rolling around and against each other so deliciously.

Both his hands are tangled in her hair again when she moves, making him take a step back and then turning around inside his arms, pulling him through the dark towards, he assumed, her bedroom.

He turns her towards him again when he sees her bed, finding the hem of her tank top and pulling it up over her head.

Frank hears that voice again, those moaned out words she first let out when she had him on the phone, a few more times throughout the night. He only falls asleep when his skin is red and angry with the lines left behind by her blunt nails, a love bite or two tucked away in the corners of her - under her breast, right above her heart, on the inside of her right thigh, maybe another one on the left - and all her pillows are scattered on the floor.

And he wakes up before her, when the light from the window hits his face and makes his head spin, a nasty hangover saying hello to him. It had been a while since he last got drunk on wine.

Slowly, carefully, he moves from under her, not at all wanting to wake her up yet, and gets up to close the curtains, sighing in relief when the light is blocked.

When he came back to bed, his teeth were brushed, his face was washed, he had his underwear on, and there was a big glass of water and two Advils he had found on her cabinet above the sink for her when she woke up. She drank almost a whole bottle more than him, she was bound to wake up with a headache.

He hears the moan before she turns her head to him.

“Oh, shit”, she says and he caresses her hair. “My head.”

Karen sits up when he offers her the glass of water, drinking it slowly, her forehead creased, hair a mess, but to him, this might be the best she ever looked, naked and sleepy, without anything between them except for the covers of her bed.

He watches when she comes back from the bathroom and picks up the pajama he had taken off last night.

It’s cold outside, the winter not really gone yet, and she’s shivering when she kisses him, so he runs his hands on her legs, up her back, down her arms and up again, pulling her to his chest and she sighs, head tucked under his chin.

“I don’t wanna leave this bed today”, she says against his skin and he tightens his hold on her.

“That is a deal.”

When the delivery guy knocks with their lunch, Frank makes him wait a little bit, and Karen bites on a pillow to muffle the loud noises she had been letting out, but he takes that away so he can kiss her, hand tight on one of her butt cheeks, keeping her hips up for him, groaning his own high in her ear, not really caring when the guy knocks again, a little louder.

Priorities.

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Surprise gift

A/N: okay so here it is. This has taken fucking months and I’m super proud of it. I really hope you like it. It was originally written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash s writing challenge but I missed the deadline here it is anyway! Massive, Massive thank you to @noodlecupcakes for betaing this for me. All mistakes are my own. I will total fix the Taglist in the morning it’s 2am and I’m about to die.

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Wordcount:13,000

Tags/ warnings: D/s , smut, guided masturbation, Sex Toys, Vaginal Penetration, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Panty Kink, sub space, sub Drop, Comfort Aftercare, pussy slapping, cum tasting, bodily fluid, Dom! Negan, Undernegotiated Kink, Consent, Seduction, orgasm control, edging,

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You were just drifting off again trying to get another nap in before your night shift on guard duty when a knock at the door jars you back into reality.

Taking a second to stretch out your back, you rise up off of your bed and answer the door. You don’t need to open it to know who is waiting for you on the other side, the tell tale ‘shave and a haircut’ rhythm giving him away. Feeling more curious than worried you slide the deadbolt back and open the door to see the man himself leaning against the doorframe.

“Negan?”

With Lucile resting gently on his shoulder, he smiles, cocking his head to the side slightly looking rather amused before wetting his lips. “Hey there sleepy head.” Blinking yourself awake you run your fingers through your tangled hair, not quite sure if he was making fun of you or not. “I’m on nights this week - what’s wrong?”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Negan leans into the space between you both without any real heat to his voice. “Nothing’s wrong butternut – shit, why does something always have to be fucking wrong?”

“You don’t normally knock on my door.” You reason with him, stretching out a little as you scratch the back of your neck. You knew you were lucky to be in his good graces really. You never had to worry about his mood or him making some dramatic display at your expense but then again you never took advantage of it either. Keeping your head down and doing you job to the best of your ability had done you well and Negan seemed to appreciate it.

As he explains, you watch the way his eyes trail down your body and can’t help but feel a tremor of lust nip under your skin - not that you’ll ever let him know that. “True, true. But I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been busting those great big lady nuts of yours and I wanted to fucking get you something nice as a little reward.”

“Is that right?” Surprises were never really your thing if you were honest. Especially seeing as the new world was filled with surprises of the deadly variety. Still, the thought of a reward did catch your attention and you found yourself wondering what it could be to prompt Negan into making a personal visit.

With an easy shrug Negan brings Lucile down to rest against his boot in one fluid motion. “That’s all she fuckin’ wrote. Can I come in or are you gonna leave old Negan out in the fucking cold?”

Glancing behind the man to the draft free corridor outside you can’t help but snort a little at his dramatics. If you were honest though, you wouldn’t mind the company. Opening your door a little wider you step back to let the man inside. “Sure.”

Forever at ease, Negan strolls inside and makes himself at home. Pulling at his scarf he puts Lucile down on the set of drawers before setting the red fabric down next to it. He unzips his jacket as you shut the door, sliding the deadbolt to lock it once again.

It’s not the first time the man has ever been in your room but it still strikes you how much his presence fills the space. As much as you hate to admit it, there’s something easy and light about the way he is with you when you’re alone with him that you can’t help but look forward to.

Turning back to face him you catch him watching you with a soft smile on his face. In his hand he holds a long rectangular box, topped with a bow. You wonder for a moment why you didn’t see it earlier but you figure he must have hidden it inside his jacket. “Oh wow. Gift wrapped and everything. It’s not my birthday y'know.”

Huffing a laugh, Negan rolls his eyes before handing the present over to you. “Like those fucking matter anymore anyway. C'mon let’s open this sucker up.”

His excitement catching, you pull the bow out letting it fall to the floor and lift the lid off the gift box. Whatever you had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. With a strange jolt of embarrassment coursing through your body, you couldn’t help but laugh it off. “Oh my fucking god.”

Negan’s voice is measured trying to gauge your reaction. “I’m gonna assume that means you fucking like it.”

You had almost completely forgotten. On a supply run a few weeks ago the boys were giving you shit about never getting laid. Never mind the fact that the men, not to mention the women who were so inclined, were too chicken to go anywhere near you after Negan’s failed marriage proposal. Sometimes you think that you might as well have said yes because at least then you’d be getting some action but you enjoyed being a saviour too much to give it up to just be a wife.

Fighting through your embarrassment at the situation, you pick the sex toy up out of the box. It looks expensive, with fancy settings and soft silicone. “It’s hilarious. Y'know when I said I missed my vibrator it was mostly just to shut Travis up right?”

Negan watches you carefully, clearly enjoying himself. You suppose the heat coming from your face might have something to do with it. “Maybe. But don’t you fucking act like it wasn’t true either. I caught that look on your face. ‘Satisfied you more than any man ever could’ if I remember correctly. Not that I fucking agree mind you. I think you’ve just been fucking the wrong kind of dingleberry if you get what I mean.”

This was ridiculous. Negan had never been so forward with you before and you could feel yourself getting carried along in his wake. You weren’t a stranger to his crude language or the ideas of sex that were now in the forefront of your mind, but actually voicing it seemed to be on another level. Even when he had made advances in the past, you had always been able to shut it down but this time felt different somehow.

Hopefully keeping him oblivious to your inner conflict, you grin, giving off a confidence you weren’t so convinced of. “Orgasm every time and never fucking complains. What’s not to love? I didn’t think you were listening.”

The man shrugs, looking so comfortable getting under your skin it frustrates you. “How could I not? Hearing you talk about your old vibrator like that was hot as hell. That shit was prize material for several happy endings and I’m not even ashamed to admit it.”

Against your own volition, his words make your stomach churn. You’d be lying to yourself if you had said he wasn’t having an effect on you. Unable to come up with a retort this time you simply shake your head. “You’re ridiculous sometimes y'know that?”

He chuckles, the deep sound making your skin prickle. “Absolutely doll face.”

There’s a lull in conversation which strikes you as odd but then you realise that it’s only because of how nervous you are. Trying to bring yourself out of your own head you furrow your brow and look at the toy in your hand instead. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually get me one.”

Negan snorts. “Since when did I do something just because someone fucking expected me to do it? Besides, you really didn’t really think I’d let your needs go unattended to did you? You sure as fuck ain’t getting any from anyone else around here – and before you say it I know you don’t want to fuck me, as much as it busts my balls to admit, but you know how bad I want you. I figured this was a nice little compromise.”

You take a minute to absorb his words. It was a lot to consider all at once. Of course he knew you weren’t getting laid. He didn’t even have to try, simply showing an interest in you made you off limits. Even Laura didn’t try to get close to you anymore. You realise he put it to you in a way that didn’t leave you feeling pressured into feeling or acting a certain way. He had realised how things were for you, he had listened and he had actually done something about it. It was really rather considerate of him.

Your quiet voice has a certain weight to it when you nod. “Thank you.”

“You’re most fucking welcome. Took the liberty of putting some batteries in there for ya too.” He adds, his face splitting into a wide cheeky grin as he waggles his eyebrows a little.

Despite the way he makes the corners of your mouth turn into an amused little grin, you can’t help but furrow your brow in concern. Batteries were expensive never mind how they were a precious resource in the new world. “Batteries? That’s kind of a waste - no?”

Like a switch had been flicked Negan’s whole demeanour changes. The faintest trace of his smile lingers on his lips but his darkened eyes tell a different tale. It was as though all the air has been sucked out of the room and you can’t help the dangerous thrill that courses through your body as he leans into the space between you both.

You knew you were safe. He had told you as much before now. It would take a fuck up of some serious magnitude for Negan to even consider hurting you. That being said he didn’t hesitate to put you in your place whenever you crossed a line with him. Every single time your body responded in the same way. You just hoped you hid it well enough.

In a low, measured voice Negan says three words that make your stomach churn in anticipation. “Who am I?”

“Negan.” You reply without hesitation, swallowing thickly. It’s more than easy to fall in line, the submission settling something inside your bones. For a moment you get a little lost staring into his tawny eyes. He looks almost proud of you and it does something to your insides that you were a little afraid to put a name to.

Seemingly content with your response he chuckles, wetting his lips and the spell breaks again, brightening the room once more. “That’s right sweet cheeks. So if I want to put batteries in your fucking dildo that’s what I’m going to do.”

With a roll off your eyes you shake your head a little, coming to your senses. It was never going to happen between you and him. You had turned Negan down for a reason. A good one at that. It wasn’t even him really, it was all the bullshit that came with him. The mind games, the stupid power trip, the glorified titles, backstabbing – you could do without it. Life was complicated enough.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, you’re the one that’s always preaching about conserving shit. Not to mention that you’re the one that says everything comes at a cost.”

Bringing his gloved hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose Negan pulled his face. “Using my own fuck – look. Can’t you just be fucking happy that I got you something?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I am happy. I’m just busting your balls relax.”

Negan snorts, raising his eyebrows in response. “Y'know – Speaking of my balls –“

“- oh smooth.”

He laughs at your interruption, looking pretty pleased with himself. “I fucking know right? Look I wanted to ask you something.”

You can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed. Of course there was a catch. Nothing was free – in this world or the last. “and there it is.”

“What?”

“The ulterior motive.”

Negan furrows his brow in confusion for a moment as though he was missing something before realisation dawns across his features. “Oh I am not gonna ask you ‘that’. Believe me. If we’re ever gonna get hitched then you’re the one who needs to fucking propose to me. I ain’t doing that shit again.”

Maybe you were wrong then. Against your better judgement, you had the sickening thought that all this was just a ploy to get your guard down so you would accept his marriage proposal. Trying to give him the benefit of the doubt you cautiously decide to ask. “Okay. So what?”

With baited breath he hesitates for a beat before his confident persona comes back to the forefront with a smirk. “Can I watch?”

His request confuses you, having nothing to do what you were thinking of. You frown slightly. “Can you watch what?”

Slowly Negan raises his eyebrows. You follow his pointed gaze down to the vibrator that was all but forgotten in your hand. Was he-? Did he really mean-?

“Negan!” Your face starts to burn as you put the toy back in the box and onto the dresser next to Lucile in rapid motion as though it was about to bite your hand off. This whole thing is beyond ridiculous.

Barking a laugh Negan holds his hands up as though to placate you, taking a step closer at the same time “Hey c'mon now. It’s just a fucking question. I’ve been daydreaming about this shit for the last two weeks. I even had a wet dream about it butternut. A wet fucking dream! It’s been a long fucking time since that’s happened darlin’.”

Your stomach dips at his confession. Unable to help yourself after being provided with such a vivid mental image you fight the urge to press your thighs together. If he was telling the truth, which he usually did, then you really did have an effect on him. And that? That was hot. You let yourself wonder for a beat what he must have looked like, waking up to a wet mess between his legs and you on his mind. Fuck.

You can’t. Grumbling inside, you pull yourself together and arrange your face into a more sarcastic expression. “Poor you.”

He doesn’t seem all that convinced this time. Smiling softly he leans back, a strange look in his eye like he knows something you don’t. Then he moves.

Carefully, as though not to startle you but with ease as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he takes a step closer and gently lets his hands rest on your waist. You’re too taken aback to react, frozen to the spot as his warm fingers gently stroking the skin under the hem of your shirt when you don’t tell him to stop. His touches burn, sending shivers down to your core. There’s no denying how it makes you feel now. At a loss of what to do with your hands you rest them against the lapels of his jacket gently.

His voice drops to a low whisper in your ear, his drawl making your skin pimple. “C'mon pumpkin. No one else has to fucking know. It can just be our little secret huh? You keep your job, no ‘weird wife shit’ as you so eloquently put it. Just us.”

You can literally feel your resolve start to crumble as you subconsciously lean your body into his touch. Its almost too much and yet it isn’t enough. But you’re not supposed to be letting this happen. Are you? Then again, you can’t remember a time when you felt this hot and bothered. It feels good. It’s all you can do to keep your breathing even as you try to gather yourself enough to formulate a response.

“Let me take care of you.”

His words draw you in. It’s tempting. So very tempting. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you could play with him this one time and get this infatuation out of your system once and for all. He only said he wanted to watch – and that no one else had to know. Maybe it would work.

Frowning a little when you don’t reply, Negan moves back to give you some space. “Shit. You can say no darlin’. You know that.”

Impulsively, your fingers tighten against the leather. You didn’t want to say no anymore. Negan stops, looking down at you with a curious expression. Nerves getting the better of you, your voice is barely even a whisper in the quiet room. “Yeah.”

Negan pulls back a little to get a better look at you, his lips turning into a grin. “What was that honey? ”

Getting a hold of yourself you push on with some confidence. If you were going to do this you might as well commit to it. You were going to hell anyway. “Yeah. Okay. You can watch.”

Negan’s face lights up. Beaming, he squeezes your hips as he leans in a little. “Hot damn. Christmas has come fucking early this year yes indeed.”

As Negan tightens his hold on you, leaning into your space, you gently push against his chest. “Hold up. Ground rules.”

Applauding yourself for not getting carried away, you feel Negan’s warmth leave your skin and for a moment of insanity you almost reconsider your decision. He schools his expression into something more genuine and soft as he smiles.

“M’all ears sugar.”

With hopefully more confidence than you feel, you begin to negotiate your terms. You didn’t want to get carried away with this. “No touching. In fact, stay on that side of the room. You can sit in the chair if you want to.”

If you were being completely honest, you had no idea what you were doing. You wanted something. Maybe even needed it. But you just weren’t ready to give in completely. The thought was too overwhelming for you. Besides he hadn’t asked to touch, just to watch.

“No touching.” Negan repeats your words as though trying them out in his mouth to see how it sounds.

“Nope.”

“At all?” He almost looks distraught which makes you scoff a laugh at him. He clearly wasn’t used too being told no.

You shake your head. “None.”

Furrowing his brow, Negan watches you carefully, trying to figure you out. “What about if you change your mind? Huh? What about if you start choking and dying? What if-?”

“Okay maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you feel a little overwhelmed.

This is why you always say no. It was so easy to get swept up in Negan’s wake. So easy to just give in and give him everything. But in the sanctuary you had a role to play and a job to do. You commanded respect in your own way and you wouldn’t ever dream of compromising that. Part of you wonders if you’re making a huge mistake.

Making a noise in the back of his throat, Negan reaches out to run his hand down your arm, the contact warming you once more, blurring the lines yet again. “Oh honey I’m just busting your fucking nuts. C'mon now.”

When you don’t reply, still trying to decipher your thoughts, he moves to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m not used to seeing you so nervous butternut.”

Ducking your head you huff a small laugh. You weren’t used to feeling so nervous either. You feel more like yourself when you gather your thoughts and look up at him once more. “Yeah, well - Your fault.”

Negan snorts, scrunching his nose at you which does nothing to stop the smile from spreading across your face. “So. No touching. Seriously though, what if you change your mind?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

Cocking his head to the side with an arrogant smirk, he grunts playfully. “Oh I think it might happen.”

With a roll of your eyes you decide to humour him. It wasn’t going to happen anyway. “If I change my mind – which I won’t, then ignore me. I’m telling you right now not to touch me. And if I’m dying? Sure. If I’m dying you can help. But no funny business.”

“Scouts honour.” Negan replies, putting his hand over his heart.

You snort with laughter at his dramatics. “I highly doubt you were ever a boy scout”

Negan frowns although judging my the smirk lingering on his face there’s no real heat to it. “I am offended doll. You wound me.”

You both chuckle quietly and the intimacy of the moment warms your insides, drawing you in again. Negan speaks up eventually moving things along yet again.

“Is that all your fucking ground rules?”

Your mind turned up blank as you tried to think of other things you should mention. Surely there ought to be something else. “I guess so. Uh - no holding this over me later either.”

“Now I really am offended.” There was an edge to his voice that made you pause, was he really bothered?

“Anything you want to add?” Hopefully levelling things out you make the offer, anxiety beginning to prickle at your skin.

Negan seems pleased at that, flashing his teeth for good measure as he smiles. “Not a thing darlin’. I’ll take any little thing I can fucking get.”

“Uh huh.” You smirk at that, the idea reminding you just how much the ball was in your court with this. You didn’t need to be so nervous. Nothing was going to happen that you didn’t want. You were a saviour damnit and a strong woman and hell, if you were going to do this you were going to enjoy it. Consequences be damned. Its not like Negan would let anything bad happen to you anyway.

With a surge of new found confidence, you smile at the man. Inclining your head over to the chair at the foot of your bed.

“Take a seat.”

Your eyes follow Negan as he saunters over to the chair in question. He shrugs off his leather jacket off and for a moment, your focus lingers on his broad shoulders flexing under his thin grey shirt. Usually you wouldn’t allow yourself to ogle the man but you figure that turn about was fair play this time.

“Like what you see sugar?”

Realising you’ve been caught you smile, hoping to seem much more confident than you feel. Popping the button of your jeans you ease them open to reveal your underwear. They were simple and grey and it had been a long time since you had bothered to shave but you weren’t worried. Beggars couldn’t be choosers after all.

Your voice is light and casual. “Just admiring the view.“

Negan’s deep responding chuckle resonates through the room, vibrating your insides. “I can relate to that.”

Shedding the denim you step out of the jeans pooled around your feet. It’s only your legs - in the old world you wore less at the beach or in the pool – but baring your skin with someone else in the room now somehow makes you feel more vulnerable than having a knife to your throat or a gun to your head ever had. You watch Negan hungrily drink in the sight before him, like he was savouring it in case he never got the chance again.

He wouldn’t get the chance again of course, you reminded yourself. This wasn’t going to be anything more than – this. Letting him indulge a little, you turn your back on him to fetch the box from your dresser, lips twitching into a grin as you hear him swear under his breath.

You take your time, sauntering over to your bed trying to stifle the rush of nerves that takes you by surprise now that you’re actually about to do the thing. It occurs to you for a moment to stop, to change your mind and send Negan on his way. What’s more you know that Negan would respect your decision and would leave without so much as a cross word. But the thought of him leaving left an unsavoury taste in your mouth. You didn’t want him to leave.

But what now? Should you strip completely? Just take off your tank top instead and stay in your underwear maybe? Were you supposed to put on some kind of show for him? Would he even enjoy it?

Tossing the box onto the comforter you give Negan a searching look. He hasn’t moved since the last time, his eyes still locked onto your form. He looks comfortable, reminding you of his words a few moments ago. ‘I’ll take any little thing I can fucking get’ You were in control here.

You didn’t owe him anything. You got to call the shots and you were going to do this on your terms. If he didn’t like it then he didn’t have to stick around. As flippant as your thoughts were, you really did hope he stayed. The more you thought about it the more you wanted it.

Negan smiles fondly, making you feel warm inside. Returning the gesture you pick up the corner of the comforter and in one sweeping motion, you slide under the covers.

Negan squawks, the smile gone. “What? C'mon that isn’t fair.”

Snorting, your smile only grows wider. “Is too.”

He pouts, furrowing his brow he frowns clearly perplexed. He really must be so used to having everything handed to him on a plate. “I can’t see the goods.”

The nonchalant shrug comes much easier than you had thought it would as you ease your panties down your legs, thankful for the duvet to preserve some idea of modesty. You weren’t ready to be that exposed. “It’s cold in here. Besides. You should have been more specific.”

“Fucking figures.” He gripes, looking like a sullen school boy.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head with the smile still stretching lazily across your face. An idea pops into your mind and with a quick rustle under the covers you ball the grey fabric up and throw it across the room.

Negan, his reflexes sharp as ever, catches it deftly in his hand. His eyes widening slightly as his face lights up in surprise. His hand hovers in the air for a moment as he locks eyes on you again.

“I hope you don’t fucking expect to be getting these back darlin’.”

You chuckle, glad that you’ve managed to somewhat improve his mood. “Let me guess, they “belong to you’ now?”

“Damn straight.”

Negan takes a moment to examine the material, something that you were entirely unprepared for if the flare of heat around your cheeks was anything to go by. “Holy shit. Pumpkin, your pretty pussy has made quite the mess here. You’re nice and wet for me ain’t ya.” It wasn’t a question.

Oh.

You feel your own eyes widen, mouth going sack as you see exactly what he was referring to. Glancing away in embarrassment you take a moment. You knew you were aroused of course but just how wet you are catches you by surprise. While Negan is otherwise distracted you take your hand to venture for yourself and – Oh – definitely wet.

You look back up to Negan just in time to see him draw your wet panties up to his face and inhale. His eyes completely focused on you.

Oh.

Your stomach clenches in arousal as your chest heaves with the breath you had been holding moments before. This was really happening. You weren’t sure exactly when it escaped your attention but you’re suddenly all too aware that your particular agreement meant that you’d be in a certain state in front of Negan himself. Something about that made you feel especially vulnerable. Something about that made you feel excited.

He smiled, satisfaction oozing from his spot at the foot of your bed. You wanted this. He knew you wanted this. He wanted this. You were ready.

Propping yourself up against the headboard so that Negan would still see you over the tent your bent knees would make, you reached forward for the box. Removing the toy you dropped the box over the edge of your bed, now forgotten on the floor. Your fingers traced over the vibrator. The soft silicone was velvety to the touch, the bumps and ridges along the shaft drawing your curiosity. For a moment you imagined it filling you up inside and in an instant you craved to be full – it had definitely been too long.

Gently pressing the button on the end the vibrator sparked into life giving you a start. It tingled in your hand and you gave the sensation a short moment of consideration before pressing the button again. You cycled through the different speeds and pulses before fiddling with it to work out how to turn it off. You were quite impressed by it really.

A small huff of a laugh reminds you that you aren’t alone. Flicking your eyes back to Negan who has a soft smile on his face, you flush with a wash of embarrassment at having being so distracted. With a nervous smile you get comfy, leaning back against the headboard once again. Pressing the button onto the lowest setting, you pulled your hands under the covers and part your thighs.

A soft gasp escapes your mouth as you press the buzzing toy to your clit, your body clenching in a satisfactory swell of ‘finally’.

“There we go.” Negan hums in approval.

Ignoring him, you focused on the sensation as you slowly roll the head of the toy along your wet folds and around your clit. Fluttering your eyes closed, your head tips back of its own accord. God how you had missed this feeling. It had been so long that you’re sure this isn’t going to take very long at all. At least Negan would get to see your ‘o’ face. Hopefully that would satisfy him.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

The interruption distracts you from the sensation you had been chasing and that blissful feeling now suddenly seems lightyears away. Sighing in annoyance you open your eyes to frown at the man at the foot of your bed.

“Negan- “

“You weren’t ‘specific’ about me talking doll so deal with it.” He counters before you have the chance to complain, leaving no room for argument.

You open your mouth to argue anyway before closing it again. He did have a point. Sliding the vibrator against your clit again you realise that you don’t mind the idea as much as you thought you would.

“You love the sound of your own voice too much.” You say instead, not one to roll over so easily.

Negan grins. “I think that deep down you like it too princess. Yeah you do.” He adds as your breath hitches at the nickname.

Another surge of arousal courses through you and your eyes shut of their own accord, head rolling backwards again exposing the lines of your neck to the room. A small hum escapes your lips.

“Open your fucking eyes sweetheart. You don’t get to pretend I’m not watching.”

The reminder is gentle but you know how much he hates repeating himself. There’s an unspoken challenge in there somewhere and you decide not to forget again, if nothing else to show him just how good you can be. You’re not sure exactly where the thought comes from but you think you might actually want to please him.

You pull your head down and meet his tawny eyes with steady determination. The heady rush reminding you that this is no innocent ordeal – he’s watching you masturbate. He literally brought you a dildo so he could watch you masturbate - And you said yes. Fuck.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Negan draws the words out in his gravely tone, that proud look taking over his features again. The praise makes you whimper before you can stop yourself – you definitely want to please him. It just feels right.

The vibrations pulse against your pussy in a way that your own hand could never manage. It pushes you harder, higher, deeper into bliss and despite your somewhat compromised position you feel yourself getting pulled in anyway. Slowly giving into the pleasure and allowing your guard to droop.

Negan groans in appreciation, eyes never leaving you for a second, watching your flushed face as you grind the toy against your wet cunt over and over, climbing higher and higher. “Yeah honey I bet that feels fan-fucking-tastic huh?”

Almost as in a trance, you keep your lidded gaze on Negan, eyes wandering over the scruff of his beard, the lines of his jaw and nose, his defined shoulders. Your chest heaves as you pant open mouthed from the sensations growing from your core and spreading through your body like electricity. It had never felt like this on your own. This was something else entirely, another level altogether and it made you want. It was all you could do to nod at him, your breath catching in your throat in pleasure making you whimper as though it was pulling on the last ounces of your self control.

“You’re fucking beautiful sweetheart. Blushing like that. Hot damn.” Your body was on fire. You had never thought you would see the day when you actually wanted Negan to keep talking but in this moment hanging on his every word felt like the best idea you’d ever had. You wanted him to tell you every little thing he could see, every embarrassing detail of your debauchery, everything that pleased him, made him feel good, anything so long as he kept talking.

God you wanted to cum.

“Say my name.”

You blinked, drawing your thoughts together enough to squint in confusion. “What?”

Negan leaned forward in the chair, his voice dropping to the low commanding tone that fuelled your deepest fantasies. “Say. My. Name.”

“Negan?” You offer, as though you could somehow get the answer wrong.

Negan hums. “Good girl. Again.”

“Negan.” But why did he-?

“Again.”

“Negan. Ohh.” The confusion gives way to the roll of pleasure sweeping through your body. You were saying his name. You were masturbating for him with his name on your lips. Almost completely exposed and even more vulnerable, without a sliver of doubt or hesitation - all because he asked. In fact you were pretty sure that if he asked you would do much more than this too.

The movement of the toy had become automatic some time ago and it barely registered in your mind that it took any kind of effort to move it, more focused on the intense pleasure it brought instead.

“Again.” Negan’s voice was insistent, commanding, every thing you craved.

“Negan.” You moan his name, the final shreds of the pretence you had concocted gone. This was it. Raw and full of want and need, you felt free.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” You preen at his praise. You want to be his good girl. You want him to be proud of you. You want him.

“Negan - fuck.” You whimper growing impossibly hot, the raw emotion inside making you need. What you needed you weren’t quite sure but you needed all the same.

Negan smiles widely, flashing his teeth looking so sincere it makes your heart swell. “I’m here beautiful. Right here.”

Your pussy clenches and aches for release, your whole body begins to tremble with the intensity of it all. The vibrations drive you closer to that edge, your mind going rogue and indulging in fantasies of Negan dragging his hard cock along your dripping cunt instead. It won’t be long now. “Feels good huh. You getting close?”

“Yeah so good.” Your body draws the words out in a low moan. This was it. Any moment now. You wondered if he would order you to cum rather than just letting it happen. You hoped he would. He always did in your fantasies, ordering things from you that exposed just how naughty you could be.

“You look so fucking pretty coming undone like this for me baby girl. Take it off your clit for me baby and fuck that sweet pussy. We got all the time in the world. No way in hell am I gonna rush this.”

As soon as the order leaves his lips you comply without hesitation taking the toy away. Your body lurches, aching desperately with need to get you to put the toy back, to force yourself over the edge against his wishes. You ached to cum, his words almost sending you over the edge alone but you struggled to control yourself.

Your body shudders visibly as you keen loudly with the effort and the arousal pulsing through your pussy. You wanted to cum so badly but the desire to please him and be a good girl wins out, the submission feeling like coming home. Groaning in the pleasurable frustration you cuss loudly. “Fuck.”

If Negan minded that you were taking a minute to compose yourself before continuing with his request he didn’t show it. In fact you had never seen him quite so happy. Not that false persona that always laughed and smiled but the actual smile of a man who didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. Of course he didn’t miss the way you reacted. “You like that don’t you butternut. I fucking knew you were kinky as shit.”

You chuckle, catching your breath as the smile spreads easily across your face. This was only the tip of the iceberg for you. But then you weren’t sure exactly how far this should go. If you were honest though you weren’t worried. Negan would take care of you.

“This ain’t nothin’ – oh” As you slide the dildo inside your soaking pussy you can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. This. This was what you needed. To be full, to be fucked. The stretch feels perfect, almost as though it belongs inside you.

Negan continues, you didn’t think your face could grow any hotter, it was almost too much. “Oh princess have you been fucking holding out on me? All this time you’ve been into the freaky-deaky?”

You draw the dildo back out again relishing the drag. It’s perfect. Setting a slow and steady pace you start to fuck yourself for him, denying nothing. “Shit.”

Showing no mercy Negan shows no sign of stopping his teasing. “You like me telling you what to do honey? You like me telling you how to fuck your own pussy?”

The humiliation flushes your body with a new sense of shame. But instead of feeling guilty the praise it’s coupled with only draws you in deeper making you feel drunk on the sensation. “Oh- yeah.”

“’Yeah’ what princess?” He asks expectantly.

You don’t hesitate. “Yes sir.”

Negan croons. “That’s it butternut. Good girl.”

You were a good girl. His good girl. He was pleased with you. The thought made fucking your cunt feel even better. The previously imminent orgasm you had been on the edge of before now had receded but you didn’t mind at all given how right being so full felt. You needed it.

“Faster.”

You followed his orders to the letter. Fucking your cunt harder, faster, relishing in the way your pussy clenched tightly around the toy in it’s desperation. A steady mantra of moans began to pour from your mouth, accented by the occasional curse word as you began to float. You wanted, you needed, but something wasn’t right. It wasn’t enough.

Negan’s voice grounded you back to the moment, as though sensing your frustration. “How about you give those pretty titties some lovin’ hmm? I want you pinching and teasing those fucking nipples for me baby.”

His suggestion left you in a predicament. You were still half dressed in your tank top and bra with the comforter pooled around your waist. Should you pull your breasts out the opening of your top? Take it all off altogether? But then do you cover up with the comforter? Or rip the comforter away completely and expose everything to the man. The hardest part seemed to be coming to terms with the fact that you had to stop fucking your pussy long enough to organise yourself. You didn’t want to stop.

Pushing the toy inside one final time, you leave it there to pull off both your top and your bra in one sweeping motion. Your bare chest feels the chill of the room cooling you down slightly. For a quick second your bravery vanishes feeling nervous, almost scared. Was it okay to let him see? Would he like it? You couldn’t deny at this point that you wanted him to see but actually doing it was a lot for you.

His response was everything you could hope for. “Holy shit baby girl. You’re such a good girl for daddy, letting me look at ya. Beautiful.”

Daddy. Holy shit Negan was trying to kill you. He must be. Death by arousal really wasn’t a bad way to go in the grand scheme of things. You could make your peace with it. No regrets.

With one hand you began to grope your breast, rolling a nipple between your fingers, pinching hard as a jolt of electric arousal surged down to your clit. With the other you returned to the rumbling dildo in your needy pussy, fucking yourself again with new found fervour.

You keened, arching under your own ministrations. You could feel all rational thought begin to slowly slip away and you welcomed the mindless bliss that followed in its wake. You were his. In all honesty you have been his since he laid his claim on you months ago. You need him to take you once and for all.

“Please.” The needy, desperate whine was out of your mouth the second the thought entered your mind.

Negan answers in an instant, attentive and urgent. “Talk to me kitten, what do you want?”

It takes you a few tries to stammer the words out. Arousal and embarrassment making it difficult to string your words together. “I want – ugh fuck.”

Negan groans in pleasure the sound going straight to your core. “Shit making you blush is my new favourite thing. Slow the fuck down baby girl. You don’t get to fuck yourself like that if you’re not gonna fucking answer my question.”

“Fuck.” You repeat yourself, slowing to a torturous pace and you can’t help but cry out with the ache your body gives out in protest. His condescending tone makes you whimper softly and a more coherent part of you wonders how to ask him to do it again.

Negan coaxes you gently, making you feel precious. “C’mon butternut. Use your words.”

“I want you.” You eventually stammer.

Negan raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. “You want me?”

It takes a great deal of effort to swallow your pride and repeat yourself, the confirmation going against every rejection you gave him from the last few months. “Yeah – Yeah I want you Negan.”

Negan swells with pride, his toothy smile making it more than worth it. “Good girl kitten. Good girl. I’m right here with you and I ain’t fucking going anywhere.”

You were glad he wasn’t going anywhere but that wasn’t what you were getting at. “No I want – shit.” You flop your head back against the pillow in frustration, your pussy clenching around the toy. This was hard.

Negan huffs an amused laugh like he already knows. He probably does. Bastard. “Look at me darlin’. You’re gonna need to say the words if you want it.”

There was nothing else to it. You were just going to have to say it. Taking a deep breath you looked Negan in the eye and forced the words out of your mouth. “I want you to fuck me sir. Please.”

As he praised you with as much gusto as he could muster, the triumphant twinkle of his eyes made him look like the cat that got the cream. You supposed you were giving him almost everything he wanted on a silver platter, not that you cared anymore, you wanted it just as badly. “Good girl butternut. I’m proud of you. Go ahead and fuck that pretty pussy nice and hard again for me.”

You preen at his pride. But wait. That wasn’t what you wanted. “But-“

Negan cuts off your pleas with a shake of his head. “-we made a deal sweetheart. As much as I’d love to fuck your sweet cunt – and kitten believe me that’s all I want to do right now – it isn’t going to happen. Not until you can ask for it with a clear head.”

That’s right. You made a deal. It seems so long ago now but you were sure that if you had known it would feel like this you would have decided differently. You consider arguing your point but looking at Negan’s determined expression you realise there’s nothing you can do. He wasn’t going to fuck you.

Your head makes a loud thunk as you hit the back of it against the headboard with a groan. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed. Eyes on me princess I’m not done with you yet.”

When you look at him again, Negan waggles his eyebrows suggestively with a wide grin on his face. It’s so ridiculous it makes you giggle, salvaging the mood before it can turn sour.

He inclines his head expectantly and you pick up the pace again, pushing yourself faster and harder wanting to please him. It isn’t long before you feel yourself begin to float again, lost in pleasure.

Negan croons and you drink his voice in hanging onto his every word. “That’s it. Good girl. Does it feel good to have that pussy stretched open? Filling yourself up for me over and over?”

For him. He has such a filthy mouth and it spurs you on even more. You want more, need more. Covered in a sheen of sweat you manage to answer him through the low moans and whimpers. “Fuck Negan, yeah it’s so good.”

As though a damn has been broken Negan becomes relentless in his teasing. “I bet it is. It’s been a long time since anyone fucked you like you deserve huh? And now you finally fucking admit you want me. You want my cock taking care of you instead of that fucking rod don’t you baby girl?”

It was too much, too much in the best possible way. Overwhelmed, something breaks inside of you and you’re unable to hold anything back. With a raw moan you almost sob in need and frustration. “Shit. Yes please. Daddy please fuck me.”

Negan makes an aborted a tempt to touch your leg in reassurance thinking better of it to your dismay. You want him to touch you so badly. “I want to baby. I really fucking do.”

Time starts to slip away from you then. All you know is the panting and whimpering and moaning that fills the air. Steady eyes locked on your trembling form, strong and safe. Clenching and aching and needing and wanting and it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“You ready to cum for me sweetheart?”

Cum. Yes that was what you needed. You had been so fixated on Negan and his commands and the pulsing pleasurable ache spawning from your cunt that you somehow hadn’t considered such a thing.

Nodding enthusiastically you chase the climax that you were now greedy for, only to realise it wasn’t going to happen like this. You loved being fucked, but you could never orgasm from it. Suddenly the pleasurable torture seemed endless and you couldn’t help the whimper of frustration you let out. You needed more and it wasn’t fair.

Not missing a thing Negan realises immediately. He lets out a groan of admiration, as though the information pleases him. “You can’t cum from just that can you? That’s good to know for next time honey.”

Next time. Fuck. The realisation that this wasn’t going to be a one time thing anymore smacks you in the face, mostly because you’re just so fucking glad that it won’t be. You want more. You want everything with this man.

“Negan.” You beg with the cadences of your voice desperate for his help, wanting so much more than just his voice to guide you.

Negan does touch you then. He gently soothes his palm along the arch of your foot and the effect is immediate. You melt into the mattress, the warmth of his skin on yours soothing your rapidly unravelling nerves. “I’m right here sweetheart. You’re being such a good girl. Haven’t even fucking tried to touch your clit without being told to, don’t think I didn’t notice. I fucking knew you’d be a pro at following orders.”

Of course you hadn’t. You were being good for him, you hadn’t even considered it. You knew Negan would help you and give you what you needed so you had went along for the ride. Now he had mentioned it though, it was all you could think about. “Can I? Please can I touch?”

Negan leans back in his chair with a playful smirk, the warmth of his hand slipping from your skin. “You like it rough darlin’?”

“Yeah.” You nod instantly, feeling a thrill of excitement tremor under your hot skin.

The pleasure is evident in his voice. “Shit you get better by the fucking minute. Slap your needy cunt for me princess. I wanna fucking hear it.”

Eager to please him and thankful in the anticipation of getting some stimulation on your clit you arrange yourself quickly. Pulling the dildo out just long enough to bring your hand down on your pussy the shock of the impact makes your body lurch, the sensation recoiling through your core as the resounding wet slap fills the air.

“Oh god.” It didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. Your pussy was hot and wet and tender with the amount of attention it had received and the slap was a welcome change in sensation making your cunt clench deliciously, spurring you closer to that final edge. Sliding the dildo back inside quickly you feel delirious with lust.

“Again.” Negan commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation – not that you wanted to.

You strike your flesh harder this time, being able to gauge your tolerance better after the first one. The edge of pain makes you moan loudly, complimenting the sound of the slap. The friction on your clit brings your orgasm back to the front of your mind as you slide the dildo back inside. God you wanted to cum.

“Thank you sir. ”

Negan acknowledges your thanks with a thoughtful hum, nodding his head. “Maybe I’ll make you cum one day just by slapping your pretty cunt seeing as you like it so fucking much. You want another one?”

“Please.” Maybe if he let you, you could cum from slapping your cunt now. The thought of orgasming from something so devious renews that flush of shame, only serving to drive you deeper.

“Again.”

Your body jerks violently as the pain pleasure ricochets through your whole being. You could feel your impending orgasm growing, just out of your reach. It felt amazing and overwhelming, every nerve was alive and attentive to the arousal pulsing through your body.

You were desperate. “Negan please.”

Soothing and understanding, Negan cooed softly to you, appealing directly to that part of you that would do anything to please him. “I know princess. I know. One more thing baby and then we’ll see if you’ve earned it. You’re doing so well for me.”

You sobbed then, so strung out and so aroused that you weren’t sure how much more you could take. But then, you had given yourself completely to this man because you trusted him enough to take care of you. Being pushed towards the ends of what you could handle deepened that blissful submission inside your bones.

His voice is soft. “Take the dildo out and turn it off for me kitten.”

You followed his orders blindly, whining at the loss as your pussy ached and begged for more. Surely this was the exact opposite from what he should want from you.

Sensing your distress Negan comforts you gently. “Good girl. Breathe. C’mon I ain’t done with you. Don’t worry.”

You pull in some deep breaths. Of course he couldn’t just leave you like this. He had something in mind. Curiosity nipped at your thoughts, wondering in and amongst all the ache and raw emotion what he was planning.

“Show me the toy.”

“Fucking hell.” You cuss under your breath, somehow more embarrassed about this one thing than the fact that you’ve been masturbating and moaning for the man for goodness knows how long.

You pull the damp toy out from under the cover. Negan leans forward to inspect it making you wonder again what on earth he was up to. Maybe it was all the hormones addling your brain but you just couldn’t figure it out.

“Now ain’t that a sight. Its fucking soaked with your sweet pussy juice.”

A surge of arousal rolled through your body at his words, the embarrassment making you moan wantonly. You cover your face with your free hand, a ridiculous giggle escaping your mouth.

“No need to be embarrassed sweetheart it’s fucking beautiful. Take a good look.”

Taking a minute to compose yourself, you uncover your eyes and glance at the toy. You know how wet you are down there so it’s not much of a surprise to you just how wet the toy is, glistening slightly with the light coming from the window. What was Negan’s point again?

Looking from the toy to the man at the foot of your bed you furrow your brow in confusion, trying to work out what he wants you to do. He doesn’t leave you confused for long. Leaning forward with darkened eyes, a devilish smirk spreads across his face.

“Suck it.”

What? No. Nope. Nopidy nope. No. He wanted you to-? No. You couldn’t. Could you?

Negan reaches out to touch your ankle, coaxing you gently. “I just wanna see you taste yourself honey.”

For a long moment you just look at him. Mouth gaping open, eyes lightly furrowed in confusion you try to process the request through your foggy mind. Could you? Should you? If you’re honest it’s a little hard to think right now.

“Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. It’s okay baby. ”

You let your eyes flutter closed, taking in a long steady breath. Whatever happened, it would be okay. Negan would make sure it was okay. No matter if you did it or not, he would look after you. He wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t do it. Then a little voice in your mind wonders how happy he would be if you did do it.

It was secure in that knowledge that you embrace the long celebrated philosophy of ‘fuck it’ and bend forward to take the toy into your mouth.

Negan clapped his hands together. “Atta fucking girl! Shit you’re so fucking good.”

At first you struggle with how ridiculous it is that you’re sucking on a dildo in front of him but your mind helpfully supplies you with the remedy. It isn’t hard to jump to the fantasy of sucking Negan’s cock instead, slick from having just fucked you senseless. The tangy taste of your arousal only encourages you. At least you never professed to being innocent.

“Suck that fucker clean for me baby. God damnit honey.” He sounds proud of you and it makes you feel high. You bob your head as far down the shaft as you can, paying special attention to the head before licking the parts you couldn’t reach in the first place. Opening your eyes you find Negan slack jawed looking at you in awe.

“Good girl. Good girl. I am so motherfucking proud of you sweetheart.”

With an audible pop you take the toy out of your mouth and flop backwards against the headboard, panting. You must look such a state to him, you realise as you wipe a small trail of saliva from the corner of your mouth but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re too far gone.

Negan smiles, running a hand over his beard before licking his lips. “Look at you. You’re so fucking gone aren’t you. Beautiful. You want to cum for me baby?”

As you nod eagerly, still completely spaced out, Negan nods along with you. “Yeah you do. C’mon then I want you to use the vibe on your clit again.

Turning the toy back on, you pull your hand under the covers. You’re trembling, arms aching with the effort, shining with sweat but you’ll be damned if you’re going to give up now.

“Oh god.” The feeling is bliss. You rub the toy around your clit as the sensation builds higher and higher, the room soon being filled with your whimpers and soft moans. You’re far too hot and too tightly wound to function but somehow aware of how amazing it’ll be to finally tip over the edge.

Negan diverts your attention before you can get carried away. “Don’t you dare cum without my say so butternut. Talk to me – I wanna fucking hear you.”

While your initial thought is to whine and complain about having to wait any longer you bite your tongue at the idea of coming on Negan’s command. The thought of being so good and so obedient for him was too tantalising to resist so you did your best to hold back from the brink as every other force hurled you towards it.

Somehow you managed to find the words as they began to pour uncensored from your mouth. “Shit. I’m close – fucking – Negan please sir make me cum. Please let me cum. Oh god. I can’t. Fuck.”

Negan insisted, still giving you every ounce of his attention after all this time. “You can. Not yet princess don’t stop.”

His unwavering faith in you was admirable, but you couldn’t help but think he was failing to see the desperation of your situation. Moaning brokenly, you writhe on the bed with the effort of holding back. It was impossible. “Negan please. Please. I want you to see me cum for you. Shit. Please I can’t fucking hold it.“

Negan growled. “Cum for me right fucking now. Cum hard for daddy baby girl.”

Everything snapped. His words forcing you over the edge and into oblivion. Electricity coursed through your every nerve and your used cunt spasmed and pulsed making you shudder uncontrollably. You couldn’t control anything, not the trembling of your thighs nor the obscene noises coming from your mouth. This. This was bliss. If you could stay suspended in this moment forever you would do just about anything.

You’re barely able to register Negan talking you through your orgasm, with you every step of the way. “That’s it. You’re so fucking perfect. Fuckidy fucking fuck I want to fucking keep you. Please let me keep you.”

You had never had an orgasm so hard in your entire life, the intensity of it taking the breath from your lungs and left you floundering for some kind of stability.

“Deep breaths butternut.”

Body twitching through the aftershocks, you gulp in lungfuls of air. Feeling entirely too sensitive now you whimper, pulling the vibrator away and shutting it off quickly before dumping it on the bed somewhere. God you were exhausted. You tried to focus on your breathing as you flop your head back to look at the celling.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

Huffing, you let Negan’s words wash over you, soothing and calm. Your body feels so heavy you refuse to even consider moving. The ache is so far beyond amazing the smile that stretches across your face takes no effort at all.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out loud to the room, finally gaining control of your own mind once again.

You look down your bed to Negan who sits quietly, watching you with a serene smile on his face. As he registers you looking back at him, you wordlessly waggle your eyebrows in mock seduction making him snort a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Laughter comes easily, a small chuckle at first lending itself to the giggle fit that follows after. It’s silly you know, but it just feels so good. Everything feels so good. You laugh until your ribs ache, eyes closed feeling entirely boneless on the bed. You cool yourself down with a sigh, hoping this feeling would seep into your bones and never leave.

“How you feeling honey?”

Everything feels easy. You watch Negan watch you with an easy smile on your face, feeling at ease with the world for the first time in god only knows how long. Who knew orgasms had such magical qualities? You blink in acknowledgement nodding your head slowly. “Me? I’m still fucking shaking. That was, fuck that was amazing. Its never been that good. Fuck.”

Negan snickers at your dazed reply. “Fucking A.”

You realise then that a bottle of water and your pack of wet wipes had both appeared at the bottom of your comforter. Suddenly noticing how thirsty you were, you make an eager grab for the bottle before unscrewing the cap and chugging half it’s contents.

Knowing they hadn’t appeared on their own you make sure to tell Negan you appreciated it. It was really rather thoughtful of him. “Thank you.”

He nods in reply, altogether far too quiet from his usual loud persona but then you aren’t naive enough to assume what just happened didn’t have an effect on him too in some way. In the end you decide to just ask, too raw to dwell on it any other way.

“You okay?” Pulling out a couple of wipes you start to clean off your hands, moving onto your face once you are satisfied.

Negan blinks, leaning back in the chair as the smile spreads across his face, putting most of your worries to bed. “Fuck doll, I am fucking ecstatic. Wound tighter than a fucking pistol and about ready to cum in my very own fucking pants mind you, but shit. You were perfect darlin’.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down to his crotch without shame – given the view Negan had moments ago you doubt he minded. It seemed a shame that you got off and he still hadn’t. Despite your body being completely spent, you still manage to conjure up the fantasy of getting to watching Negan unravel in a similar manner. An aching pulse trembles through your insides at the thought. You were definitely into it.

Your voice is quiet and careful, nerves returning now you weren’t suffocated with need. “If you want, I can take care of it for you?”

Huffing a bittersweet laugh, Negan shakes his head. “Do not tempt me. A deal’s a deal sweet cheeks. Maybe next time if you feel so inclined.” He adds, leaving that option wide open again. Next time.

Right. That deal. So much for not changing your mind. You still want him to touch you now, not even in a sexual way but just so you can feel him. You know he won’t though, you managed to shoot yourself in the foot with that one. Really though you knew you were grateful to the man for listening to what you wanted and not giving into you after the fact. As much as you had wanted it in the moment, you knew you weren’t ready for that – yet.

Negan speaks up when you don’t reply, taking you out of your own thoughts. “So where the fuck did that all that kinky shit come from?”

“Speak for yourself.” You scoff, remembering vividly that it was hardly a one sided affair. “Back when the internet was a thing I knew a guy. He taught me a thing or two and I did a bit of exploring.”

Negan laughs, scrunching up his nose. “That shit beats Dora any day of the week.”

You hum in good humour. “What about you?”

He shrugs easily. “A lifetime of experience doll. I’ve been around the block a few times if you catch my drift.”

With a roll of your eyes you nod. “Ah of course. I should have known. I mean you do have – how many is it now? 5 wives?”

Negan snickers, unfazed by your teasing. “Abso-fucking-loutely. The kinky shit is my bread and butter, though I didn’t have you pegged for such a naughty little girl.”

His words still have an effect on you, your stomach dipping at his tone. Your face flares with the emotions you can’t quite get a handle on and Negan sees it straight away, giving you a knowing smirk.

“Want me to grab some clothes for ya?”

Realising you were still naked in bed, half under the covers you’re grateful for his offer. Your clothes are all sprawled out along the floor, not counting the panties that were most likely still in Negan’s possession. “Yeah actually that’d be great. Thank you.”

Negan eases to his feet, stretching out a little before sauntering over to your dresser. You have no reservations in ogling the man as he turns his back to you in order to rummage in the drawers, admiring the way the grey shirt hugs the defined lines of his back, showcasing his muscles. You giggle quietly to yourself, knowing full well that he has no idea where he’s supposed to be looking, that he’s just being a nosy son of a bitch but it’s not like you have anything to hide.

“Oh I like these.” Negan rumbles gleefully. Interest piqued, you watch as he holds out his find. You’re impressed. Negan had managed to find the one pair of lacy underwear to your name, turning to you with a cheeky grin.

“You can wear these kitten.” He decides, tossing them over to you.

Laughing, you catch the fabric and set it out in front of you. “You are so predictable.”

“Then why aren’t they on that sexy little ass yet then? Chop chop.”

Snorting, you wait until Negan turns back to find the rest of your clothes before slipping them on under the covers. There’s a certain thrill knowing that Negan hand picked your panties that satisfies something inside you. Not that you’re about to divulge that particular titbit of information.

“Shirt and pants honeybunch.” He turns again with the clothes in hand.

You hold out your hands to catch them with a smile. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t throw them. Drawing the fabric closer to his chest, Negan taunts you. “Ah ah ah. Come and get em.”

Your eyes widen. Really? He wanted you to walk virtually butt naked across the room to him, completely exposed while he was still fully dressed. It didn’t seem very fair. Still, you reasoned, he had already seen it all in your varying stages of debauchery. And your panties, despite their general lack of fabric, did give you that final barrier of modesty.

Spurred on by your post orgasmic confidence and general lack of fucks to give, you pull back the covers exposing your legs to the cool air of the room. Swinging them round to the side, you stand up and begin to slowly pad your way to the man who’s eyes rake over your body. You’re all too aware of how your stomach is exposed and how your breasts sway lightly, unhindered by fabric but the predatory gaze in his eye makes it all worth it.

Negan shakes his head as though he can’t believe what he sees. “Shit. Sweetheart you are delicious. I’m gonna bust a nut just looking at you. Fucking fuck. Quick put ‘em on before I change my mind and stop being such a fucking gentleman.” He adds, squeezing his eyes shut for a second and pushing the clothes out towards you.

You laugh at Negan, taking them out of his hands. It feels empowering to know you have such an effect on him and part of you considers taking advantage of the fact. You think better of it though, he had been so resolved to not push the boundaries you had set that it wouldn’t be fair for you to push him like that. Filing the information away for another time, you go back to your spot on the bed pulling on the jeans and tshirt as you go, still feeling a little weak-kneed and achy.

Quickly wrapping the vibrator in a couple of wet wipes, you stow it away in the drawer beside your bed, reminding yourself to wash it properly later. Smoothing out the comforter on the mattress you flop down on your belly with your head at the foot of your bed with a deep sigh of satisfaction. Negan, who had been watching you the entire time, takes the cue to sit back down on chair now much closer to you.

For a few long moments, you just sit together in a comfortable silence. Your body hums with satisfaction, like an itch had finally been scratched within yourself. Resting your head on your arms, you find yourself focusing on Negan’s hand where it rests on the arm of the chair. He has nice hands. You wonder if he was the kind of guy who liked to hold hands or not.

Today hadn’t gone how you expected at all.

“I didn’t really plan on going that far with you.” You muse out loud. It was true. In fact, up until today you had decidedly avoided this exact scenario. Even then you had been determined to be a lot more reserved than you end up being. Negan had a habit of getting under your skin in the best kind of way.

You knew you didn’t regret it though. How could you when you feel so peaceful inside?

Negan huffs, a sceptical look on his face. “I’m really not that bad y’know.”

Frowning, you try to think of a way to explain it. It really wasn’t his fault. At least not directly. In different circumstances you would have no reservations about the man at all. “No I know that. It’s not you. Not really you at all. Its all the bullshit that comes with you. The games the backstabbing the watching over your shoulder every second in case someone had a grudge.”

“You mean you don’t get all that shit already as a saviour?” Through the bravado he almost sounds a little hurt. It makes you want to reassure him or something. Whatever would fix it without compromising your position in the whole hierarchy of the sanctuary. That was what was really at stake here. It wouldn’t be such an issue if it didn’t directly impact your own safety.

“No I do. It’s just as a saviour I’m a number. No one gives a shit what I do so long as I stay in line. There’s safety in that.”

Negan falls silent at that, mulling your words over in his mind for a few long moments before finally talking. “Maybe we can work something out.”

“Yeah maybe.”

Breaking the silence that follows, Negan nudges your mattress with his knee with a wink. “I fucking knew you wanted me.”

“Shut up.” You mutter without any real heat to your voice. Negan barks a laugh at that and you can’t help but smile along.

Another lull in conversation has you thinking again about how close he is and how it would be so easy just to reach out and touch him. You think back to the way his fingers stroked along the skin at the bottom of your stomach and the craving to have his hands on you only intensifies.

With an audible sigh, Negan rubs his hands against his thighs. You look up again to see him glancing to the door and suddenly realise just how one sided the last few minutes have been. Oblivious to your inner thoughts, you worry that you’ve been a little off with him.

“Don’t feel you have to leave all of a sudden.” You try, feeling nervous of rejection after everything.

Negan pauses, giving you a searching look. “You want me to stay?”

You bob your head quietly for a few moments, before finding your voice. “Yeah. Yeah – I mean, unless you don’t –“

“-I’ll stay.” He stops you before you dig a hole for yourself, sounding steady and strong. It puts you at ease.

You look at his sincere expression and it warms your insides. Sighing softly you nod again. “Okay.”

Squinting at him a little you furrow your brow. Would he mind if you asked him? Would that count as being against the deal you made? The longer you debate it the more awkward you feels until you take a deep breath and open your mouth to just ask already.

Before closing it again. Fuck.

“What is it?” Negan asks, reading you like a book.

“What?”

“Whatever the fuck you have going round in that pretty head of yours. I can practically see the cogs turning.”

“Oh.” You start, scrunching up your nose in dismissal and shaking your head lightly. “It’s stupid.”

Negan frowns, looking disappointed. “C’mon butternut.”

You frown at yourself then. What were you doing? You are a strong badass woman. You know that. You know. You held your own amongst and army of men and against the dead. You were sexy. Desirable. Negan wanted you for fucks sake. Why didn’t you feel like that now?

Wetting your lips you swallow hard. What’s the worst he could say? Fuck it. “Can I just – Can I give you a hug?“

Negan blinks. Whatever he had been thinking of you don’t think he had been expecting that. That proud smile that you like a lot more than you should eases onto his face. “A hug? Sure kitten. Of course you can have a fucking hug. Get on over here.“

He pats his lap and to your slight embarrassment you eagerly scramble up and into his arms. Fuck. This was what you needed. Burying your face into the scruff of his neck, his arms wind around you. One hand cups the base of your neck grounding you while the other soothes along the small of your back under your shirt, pulling you close to him. You take in a long deep breath, surrounded by the smell of his aftershave and something uniquely Negan and you shudder lightly.

“I got you baby. It’s okay.”

You don’t even realise you’re crying at first. It isn’t a bad cry, or a sad one. It confuses you because for so long you’ve associated crying with something bad that you aren’t quite sure what’s wrong with you. You’re just so fucking relieved.

Negan presses a kiss to the top of your head, stroking along your skin over and over again as he rocks you gently. It feels good. “You’re one of the strongest fucking people I know darlin’.”

You scoff bitterly, shaking your head a little. “Not today.”

His fingers still and you instantly regret your choice in words for that reason alone. He sounds a little dumbfounded. “You really think this shit makes you weak?”

You don’t have a reply for him, freezing in place. Did you really think that? No. If you were honest you had come to terms with the whole kinky side of yourself a long time before walkers roamed the earth. But then again, you had just completely thrown your own reservations out of the window on account of pure lust. The jury was still out on if that was a good decision or not.

When you don’t reply Negan tuts, sighing as he runs a warm calloused hand down your arm soothingly. “Oh honey. Letting your fucking hair down once in a while, doing this shit, allowing yourself to be vulnerable - that doesn’t take anything away from who you are. You’re fucking badass and this just makes you stronger.”

You let his words warm you, taking them to heart. He was right of course and you knew that, but having his support however biased gave you that last bit of validation you needed to come to terms with it all. This was Negan after all. He wasn’t going to hurt you. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen. You enjoyed it and that was that. Easy.

Nodding along you take another long deep breath and sigh, slowly relaxing your muscles in his embrace. Tilting your head you press a tender kiss to the edge of his jaw. Maybe you were pushing it a little but you hoped he wouldn’t mind.

“Thank you.” You whisper softly.

You’re not sure exactly how long you stay like that. Negan alternates between rubbing your back, stroking your arm and scratching at your scalp, murmuring things into your ear about how beautiful you are and how proud he is of you. It’s so uncharacteristic of him but you drink his praise in anyway, slowly sinking further and further into his chest.

At some point Negan chuckles, rearranging you slightly in his lap. “Let’s get you tucked back into bed. Kitten needs a fucking nap after all the excitement don’t ya?”

Just as you’re about to force your muscles to move Negan takes you by surprise, scooping you up in a bridal lift and carrying you round to the side of your bed.

With his help you shuffle back under the comforter and he takes a seat on the edge of the bed by your side. He gently pushes your hair away from your face, stroking down your cheek gently with that look in his eye. You blink slowly at him, feeling completely and utterly exhausted in the every way. In the best way.

The last thing you register is Negan’s voice, sounding soft and quiet. “I won’t be here when you wake up doll but my door is always open for you. No matter what alright? Balls in your court darlin’.”

#negan smut #negan imagine #negan twd #negan thirst squad #mine

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chanzicoup · 7 years

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A/N: First of all, and I am not joking when I say this, there were five people who asked for a Jooheon NSFW A-Z and I was going to write one for a member of Mamamoo but I gotta give what they want like damn you all are thirsty for the Joo but I can't blame you bc he's so fineeeeee. BTW I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

A = Aftercare

Mind you Joo can't control himself with you and therefore he's gonna instinctively try to cuddle you like a little baby (or be cuddled like a little baby) and probably get you a drink if he thought you needed it. Sex with him won't really be rough so he'll assume you aren't in any pain when the evening grows darker.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's got mad raps thanks to his tongue and he'll gladly use those skills on you any day of the week. He will literally lick from your neck to your thighs if you let him and he'll even leave little kisses in his path. On you, (his favorite part is everything bc you're perf but everyone's got a favorite) his favorite part is your eyes because wow you got pretty eyes and he can't not look at them woah.

C = Cum

He tried to pull out but he messed up and now he's cumming on the inside of your legs whoops now he has a new favorite body part bc damn that was hot.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

This isn't something we all didn't think at least once in our lives but Jooheon really wants to just try spanking with you. He thinks he is too vanilla and wants to spice things up a bit sometimes and this is a good way for him because he gets to have you laying on his lap while marking your butt. He wouldn't go too hard like some people I know (mveowrb-rapmon-sjviejrbg) but just enough to get you to beg for more.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

boi you wish he's too sweet to get that much pussy to be a sex mastermind but I can't say he doesn't know what he's doing because hE kNOws eXaCtLY wHAt He'S dOIng

F = Favorite position

Out of all of the idols I've done a A-Z for I have given none of them the honor of having morning sex so here's Jooeon asking for a quicky before he goes to work the the promise to do it all again later on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Oh yeah he's a prankster in the streets and that doesn't change in the sheets like one day he'll show up wearing those stupid glasses with the fake nose and mustache expecting to get laid.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

Unexpectedly he'll shave so it's really random with him. Today he'll be fully grown, then next week he's hairless.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The more comfortable you two get the less romantic he'll become because he's not trying to impress you he's just trying to love you so he'll go all out like he used to on really special days like anniversaries, birthdays, etc.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

He once stole your panties as one of his jokes but that night he had to work late so he ended up jacking off into them sorry.=, you're not getting them back because he threw them away. He was too scared of being caught with them so he wrapped them in tissues and trashed them like he murdered someone.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Greatly enjoys having you hugging his neck to try and stable yourself as he's inside of you. He loves you using him as an outlet and that he can provide for you just by being with you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Earlier I mentioned he's pretty vanilla but that doesn't mean he is limiting himself to the bedroom. He can move all he wants in there and that makes way for so many possibilities for the two of you, making it one of the many of his favorite places , it's his no. 2. His tippity top favorite place is actually outside. It's not any old location, it's a secret spot you two discovered while walking home. It's a plot of grass with a weeping willow tree shielding a spot. Through the leaves you two can't be seem or heard from their thickness. This is his favorite spot because it incorporates the space of your bedroom and it's a meaningful place for the both of you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There's a sign you two accidentally came up with for when one of you wants to get it on while you are in public and that sign is grabbing the other wrist. Like you two could be at dinner with Monsta X and Jooheon will grip your wrist slightly and that's the equivalent to saying "I want my dick in you now." and you'll have to make up an excuse for the two of you to rush home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like the name giving kinks like being called "daddy, master, sir, etc" would make him go soft and he might just be too embarrassed to continue. He wouldn't hold it against you but he'l politely ask you to not do that and try to find a common ground so you both can fulfill your fantasies.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers the 69 position if anyone is giving or receiving oral. If he starts eating you out his hard on will distract him until you move to return the favor. If you start blowing him he'll feel like you aren't getting off so he'll do his best to make you cum before he does.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He isn't fast or slow, rough or soft, he's like exact? He snaps into you before drawing out of you completely and snapping back in. It's a constant speed he sets in the beginning and most likely won't increase or decrease unless you ask him too.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies in privacy but never when there's too much risk of getting caught.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Previously mentioned he would die if he ever got caught doing anything remotely sexual with or without you there so he'll take everything into thought and make solutions to every possible problems before things get heated.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can about three rounds before he's exhausted. Don't try to convince me otherwise because he can definitely go for more than two but he can't go all night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There are no toys. No vibrators, no ropes, none of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He probably wouldn't even have lube because he foreplays long enough for you to be soaking.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He would moan with every snap into you and basically only say "baby" the whole time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He's a sucker for you 24/7 so having recorded audio or video of you two having sex on his phone for when he's away would be heaven for him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's totally about average length and width but it wouldn't matter because he can drive his hips into yours so far that you can't remember how long he is nor do you care.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He can go forever without sex but every month or so he can't control his urges and asks you for it. You'll be like "god finally! I though I was a perv!" before you two get all hot and bothered.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's not rough with you so he shouldn't be too tired afterwards. This gives the to of you time you can spend talking or just sitting in comfortable silence.

~Blake

#monsta x #jooheon #monsta x smut #kpop #kpop smut #monsta x reaction #monsta x imagine #monsta x scenario #kpop imagine #kpop reaction #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario

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msyoonji · 7 years

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One Condition(m)

Summary: You and Jimin have a perfectly-normal-good sex life, so you can’t really understand his need to explore further….whatever, two can play at that game. Looks like there won’t be much sleeping going on tonight.

Genre: A lil fluff/ lotta smut/ and hopefully I can make u giggle

Word count: 3,038

Warnings: Face sitting/ Breathplay (~light~Choking)…sorry mom

A/n: This is the FIRST EVER fic I felt comfortable releasing! I’m so super excited to share this w/ you guys and I hope u enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it:’’) . ps. this one for my chubby hoes or for my cuties w a lil more meat on ur thighs. jimin luvs u n so do i 💖💖💖

“Baby pls"

“No”

“But- ”

“I said no”

You and jimin are currently laying in bed in your shared apartment, you’re flipping through a magazine in the biggest one of jimin’s t-shirts you could find while he begs you for…something, you can’t remember.

“Can’t we at least talk about it!?” He says exasperatedly

“No”

“Y/n! Do you even remember what we’re talking about??”

Shit. Caught.

“I-um”

“Y/n!”

“Ok I might not be able to remember, but who cares? It’s probably not good if my subconscious decided to throw the memory out!”

“Y/n please let’s just talk ok! No action or anything I just want to go over it with you!”

Oh yeah, you remember now, you tried Very hard to forget, but your boyfriend would be nothing if he wasn’t persistent.

You sigh “ok.“

“Ok? Ok! So, I know you said you didn’t want to sit on my face, but you never really gave me a reason? Don’t get me wrong you don’t have to give me a reason, but is at least something we can talk out? Is it some kind of insecurity? You know you can tell me right???”

And there it was.

Here’s the thing, it’s not that you didn’t want to sit on jimin’s face, far from it actually. You were just genuinely scared. It’s just that you’re not…small so to speak, you had meat on your bones and especially around the thigh are. You’d get to a point where you were comfortable with your body, thanks to jimin’s constant praise, but this was something else completely!

“Have you even thought about what would happen to you if I did that!?”

“Um yeah, every night before I go to bed that’s why I always disappear to the bathroom for 20 minutes”

“Are you joking??? I didn’t mean like that you nasty! Also, oh my god, this entire time I thought you were like flossing or something??”

“I mean yeah, no totally just flossing!”

“What I meant, was, what if I crush you?”

“I want that”

“No! I mean like actually crush you! Like I go to sit and your neck snaps and you DIE INSTANTLY! Imagine what they’d have to write on the cause of death section on your autopsy report!!!”

And then you heard him bust out laughing.

“HA, I think you’re the one who’s joking here! Y/n I don’t honestly think that’s physically possible but if it is, it would be an honor to die between your thighs”

“JIMIN!” You couldn’t believe him! How could he say such dirty things with such a serious face?

“Just…think about it” he was starting to get closer to the side of your face, directly over your ear. His voice dropping down and octave, to a whisper.

“You, towering over me, your pussy directly over my mouth, gravity forcing you down while you ride my tongue long enough to come all over my face.”

He comes up by now to stare directly into your eyes, his eyes flickering down to your lips every few seconds.

“ I don’t see how you could refuse such a great offer.”

By now your breathing has sped up and the light blush on your face give away how truly affected you were by Jimin’s words.

“No”

“But-!”

“Not unless…you do something I want”

"Oh. Ok sure, what is it?“

It’s your turn to smile now.

“Choke me.”

He’s heard you ask him before, almost as many times as he’s asked you, but his response was funnier every time. Jimin was not one to hide his emotions and you could see everything he was thinking by a quick look to his face.

“That’s different! I don’t want to hurt you, I could ACTUALLY kill you!”

“Oh please! You’re being so dramatic, you act like we don’t have a safe word!”

“And how are you gonna say it if I’m blocking off your windpipes?!” He counters

“Who cares! Choke me to death daddy!”

You say in a fit of giggles, not really taking this conversation seriously anymore.

And that’s what did it.

Jimin snapped and you were his only target. He wrestled you down on the bed so he was hovering over you. The magazine you were reading slid under the bed, long forgotten.

“Fine. I’ll choke you, but you have to ride my face first.”

His face completely serious now

“Wait really?”

“Yes really, now, do I have your consent and do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes and yes!”

“Alright then! Let’s do this!”

He said lying flat next to you and looking up at you expectantly.

“Wait now?”

Impatiently he props himself up on his elbows and brings his hand down to your thighs with little slapping motions signaling you to get on top.

“Yes now! What time better than the present?”

“But, wait I didn’t shave! I’m not letting you go down there right now it’s gonna feel like your French kissing a guy with a beard!”

“I’m grown ass man! I don’t care about no damn little hairs so get the fuck up here!”

He said, taking the matter into his own hands and flipping you on top of him, you let out a little surprised squeal. You always forget how strong he is but at times like this you’re rudely reminded!

You stare down at him, still a little uneasy about the situation. He takes your face in both his hands and lifts himself up until he’s only a couple centimeters away from your lips.

“It’s ok baby, we can stop at any time if you really don’t like it. all you have to do is say the word.” He looks deeply into your eyes the entire time, not blinking, and when you give him a little smile to show your readiness he brings you in for a kiss.

It starts off slow, steady, how all your kisses with jimin are. Sweet but with so much deeper meaning. As the kiss starts to deepen, You can feel his hands travel down your neck, over your shoulders, down the front of your shirt where he didn’t miss the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra with a small squeeze and down to settle at your waist. Taking his lead you bring your hands up to tangle in his soft hair.

The best part about sex with jimin was that he always put you first, he would never let you come last and if it happened by accident he would make up for it with hours of his face in between your thighs. His tongue poked out to lick at the seem of your mouth, asking for permission which was granted to him shortly after.

Jimin didn’t really care for being the dominant one in the bedroom he’d rather see you take control. But he sensed your nervousness and took the lead as your tongues swirled around in each other’s mouths. He broke apart from you shortly after, peppering kisses down the side of your face, marking a wet trail down your neck to the one spot at the junction between your neck and collarbone, where he knew you were most sensitive. Your breath picking up again, letting out a small whimper when he nips at the skin. He brings his face back up to yours again, asking if you’re ready without having to open his mouth once. You tuck your now swollen bottom lip under your teeth and give him a firm couple of nods.

He smiles at you and gives your sides small reassuring squeezes. Laying back on the bed his eyes don’t leave your body once as you get up too quickly remove your panties and shimmy your way up to put your knees on either side of his head.

“Baby girl, as sexy as it is to see you wear my clothes, would you mind taking my T-shirt off?”

With a little pout on your lips, you look down to your body and then at him. He’s staring up at you through half lidded eyes, his hands placed delicately around the front of your thighs, tickling you every time they twitch slightly.

“Do I have to?” You whisper, your nose scrunching up. Not exactly liking the thought of you body being so openly on display.

“No…but think it’ll feel much better for you if you did. Besides, I’ll be able to touch you without it getting in the way.” He says with a soft angelic smile on his face, as his left hand comes up to squeeze your breast.

“You seem like you’re doing a well enough job to me.”

He whines “baby pleeease!”

“UGH, you know what!” You say as you tear the piece of fabric off your body.

“There! Are you happy now?!”

Your hands come to cross over your fluffy tummy, suddenly much more self-conscious considering the fact that your boyfriend remains completely clothed underneath you.

His smile returns, fully baring his teeth now as he grips onto your arms and slowly peels them away. His head coming up enough to leave one small kiss on your stomach.

You can practically feel the butterflies try to erupt from within you.

Of course, this is probably the most ‘jimin’ gesture you can think of. An act of pure affection in the middle of a highly provocative scene. And you wouldn’t want it any other way. With your knees weak, you’re afraid your arousal might start dripping onto his face from it alone.

His eyes trail their way back down your body, to the one place that needs his attention the most.

Although your tummy slightly obscures your view, your eyes don’t miss the smirk that settles on his plump lips.

“Are you gonna keep smiling at my pussy like a creep or are you gonna do something??” You say getting impatient

You can hear him give you a small disbelieving chuckle at your sudden burst of confidence before you feel his tongue flatten out and lick one strip up from your hole to your pubic bone.

Taken back- even though you did ask for it- a big gust of air comes rushing out of your mouth.

He licks one more stripe before his lips come up to latch onto your clit. As he starts sucking at a steady pace, his hands come to grip on your thighs more forcefully, willing you to fully take a seat.

You’re breathing becomes labored as you stare down at him. One of your hands comes to rest on the headboard in front of you, gripping it for dear life; the other on your breast, as you begin to play with your hardening nipple.

You can feel him trying to pull you down, but you’re still conscious of not wanting to hurt him so you tense your thighs up, hoping it’ll be enough to not lose control and completely crush him.

It was a good plan. That is, until he added two fingers, crooked forward and moving quickly in and out of you. At that point, your legs completely gave up as you sunk down and your hips began rocking to their own accord. You’re eyes screw shut as your lips form into an ‘o’ shape with your brows furrowed.

Jimin, all the while, looking up at you with complete amazement. He couldn’t understand how, even at a time like this, you were simultaneously the cutest and sexiest thing alive.

His hands come up to cover yours over your breast and he begins tugging harshly on your nipples. He recalled you mentioning how much you liked it during some pillow talk the other night.

Above him, you’d turned into a whimpering mess. Panting and cursing, saying something that vaguely sounded like his name.

“Fuck, ji min, I think I’m gonna cu-fuck. I’m gonna cum.” You say rushed, you didn’t want to completely catch him off guard.

Not that he would mind.

With this new information, he flattened his tongue and let you take complete control.

With both hands now firmly gripping ahead on the headrest, You rocked your hips back and forth three times before you could feel tingling travel to every nerve ending in your body. You yelled out his name at the same time as your body stopped moving all together and you felt your orgasm wrack over you, your body shaking sporadically from the aftershock.

With your chest still heaving up and down you managed to move down to sit on his chest.

Your arms come down to your sides and he immediately intertwines his fingers in yours. As you open your eyes you’re met with a smile so big his eyes squint into crescent moons. Your arousal shining all over the lower half of his face.

“So-” he says, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“how was that?”

You give him the most unamused face possible before sliding down to straddle his hips and leaning in to press a kiss to his sticky lips.

You grind your hips down to press into his erection, feeling just how affected he was.

“Doesn’t seem like I was the only one who liked it”

He just smiles again as he moves to flip you both over. With him on top now he quickly strips off his thin white T-shirt and removes the constraining confines of his boxers.

You reach down and jerk your hands over his dick while he reaches over in the nightstand to get a condom.

“Y/n please stop.”

He says his cheeks pink and eyebrows scrunched together.

This was new. Jimin was usually very vocal, he always told you how he felt, as he was feeling it. But was never this sensitive, especially not when you’ve so much as laid a finger on him.

“Did you really like that that much?” You snorted, pulling your hand away.

His breathing now picking up as he slipped the condom on and focused on aligning himself with your entrance.

He wasted no time as he filled you up, setting a steady pace from the start.

He looked at you straight in the eyes, not forgetting to answer your question.

“Bathroom. Every. Night. 20. Minutes” he said one word after each thrust, his hips slamming harder into yours as he spoke on.

Despite him reciting his words from earlier in the night, you couldn’t focus as you felt a fire starting up again in the pit of your stomach. You tilted your head back, panting out, and he dipped down to pepper kisses all over your neck.

Before you could completely forget, you reached down to grab his hand and gently place it over your neck.

He stared into your eyes again making sure you were okay before doing some soft experimental squeezes.

As you let out soft moans his eyes darted all over your face, he hadn’t realized how sexy it would be seeing you so pliant under his touch.

He didn’t care for being the dominant one in bed, but if it brought out this reaction in you, he would be sure to remember it for future use.

He had a hard enough time keeping himself together before, but determined to make you come first he held out for a little bit longer. Not trying to focus on how soft and warm you felt around him. Or how your walls began to constrict around him, squeezing him so delightfully tight.

He quickened his pace, his hand now gingerly gripping at your throat and his other hand smoothing between your bodies to your clit, moving in tight circles.

You began wriggling around, your body being overwhelmed by every part of his touch.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby girl?” His voice coming out like a whine

“Please cum for me, you look so pretty when you cum.”

With his voice now joining the mixture, the coil that was strung tight in your tummy busted loose as you felt your second orgasm consume your entire body.

He continued to grip your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for your screams to come out in broken fragments.

You calmed down as he slowed his pace to deep, slow thrusts. Removing his hands from your throat he instead took a hold on your hips, this time gripping you hard enough you’d surely see fingertip shaped bruises there in the morning.

Making sure his release was just as good as both of yours were, you contracted your kegel muscles tight.

With one final deep thrust, he moaned out your name and spilled his nut all over the inside of the condom.

He laid on top of you, his forehead resting on yours as you go cross-eyed to stare at him. You’re both panting hard, faces wet with sweat and lips swollen red.

He’s the first to let out an airy giggle, you follow his lead shortly after. He slowly pulls out of you and takes the condom off, tying it at the top and tossing it in the trash by your bedroom door. He disappears through the door for a couple of minutes and comes back with a warm towel.

You’re lying in the same spot when he comes back, too tired to even blink.

He kneels in front of you and takes his time whipping you clean, carefully grazing over your sensitive bud.

When he’s done he tosses the towel on the ground, promising he’ll clean it up later, and comes to lay down next to you.

You gather up enough strength to pull the sheets over the two of you and you lay on top of his chest as his hand finds it home in your hair.

You’re just about to drift off to sleep when you hear him whisper something to you.

“You see, I told you you’d like it”

“Jimin, shut up and go to sleep, I’m tired of you.”

He chuckles, used to your sarcastic humor by now and wraps his other arm around your back hugging you tight.

His eyes finally closing you sneak a peek up at him, so what if you really liked it and wanted to do it again and again?

You wouldn’t admit it till he comes clean too!

#Jimin Smut #Jimin fluff #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts texts #THANK U guys so mf much if u read #if you have ane comment or consteuctive critism to give me it would be greatly apperciated #anyway thank u again i love u angels #shay writes

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