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COC day 27 | Gift
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ROYAL TREATMENT | KNJ
summary: Despite your arranged marriage you are coming to love Emperor Kim Namjoon and you surely do hope he's falling just as hard. Though in times like this you wished you never came to the Korean court, but Kim Namjoon sure does have a way with words and his coc-
rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)
pairings: Emperor!Kim Namjoon x Empress Reader
warnings: porn with a pretty plot , husband Namjoon, unedited, arranged marriage to lovers , period typical misogyny / ideals / themes , slight angst, minor violence , MC shakes the table , talks of having children, reader has a 'not like other girls moment' sorry , smug namjoon 'i want to eat his face' SMUT, Namjoon a emperor and a Dj? , clit pinching, fingering , nipple play, breeding kink no no no , very tame choking, big body tanned namjoon im seeing a pattern in all my namjoon fics.. love confessions, p in v, Namjoon loves his wife and MC loves her hubby 🫶🏼
authors note: Howdy hotties! this is my official apology for all the times i said i was going to update but i don't lol. this has actually been in my docs for a year… don't jump me pls have mercy!!! this is heavily inspired by Bridgerton and The great because i love a good hood jam!! anyway, hope you enjoy it and if you're new to my blog check out my other works xxx
Since you've come to the Korean court to marry Kim Namjoon, he has been nothing but a gentleman.
Taking his time to get to know you as a person never forcing you to do anything you didn't want to do. You rejoiced that he didn’t take you on your wedding night instead holding you until you fell asleep in his warm arms. In your months of getting to know Namjoon you were coming to love the emperor and you hoped that he was falling just as hard. Though as of right now in this moment you wished you'd never come to this court.
Never married, never taken the time to know and love the royal that is your husband.
The Ladies of the court made you want to disappear. They were gossiping geese who didn't even read, they didn't know anything actually, only thinking of the latest hats from France or Russia.
Aara was the leader of the flock and from what your handmaids had spilled– Aara and Namjoon used to have nightly affairs together before the two of you were married. You guess that's why she was so uppity and spiteful because she's bedded him, and you have yet too.
“When will you and the emperor have children?” Aara asked, raising her glass teacup up to her thin lips.
“I am not ready for children nor is he''
You and the emperor haven't even committed the act to conceive children, but she was the last person you'd tell this information to.
“When me and the emperor were intimate, he always said he'd put a baby in me. He's very vocal during lovemaking. That is too bad empress" all her geese cackle like witches while you sat in embarrassment.
Your jaw tightened, fingertips starting to shake as you blew out a loud breath attempting to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to act out due to the fact the court saw you as a cruel person all because you were a foreigner who looked nothing like any of the ladies in Korea. Apparently, half the court believed you were the spawn of Satan or a witch, some rumors spread that you weren't even of noble blood.
All they needed was one good excuse to try and have you dethroned as empress and executed, but you couldn’t just allow her to walk all over you and talk to you in any kind of way anymore. You were still her superior. Standing from your chair everyone except Aara followed.
Smoothing out your dress, you wait for her to move. Mockingly she looked around before she stood. “Oh, please forgive me for your grace. I did not notice you-"
The loud sound of the back of your hand making contact with her face echoed throughout the room. The music stopped playing and everyone went completely still and silent. Her geese tried to help her off the ground, but you raised a hand halting them to stop.
“Aara. Ever since I stepped foot in this palace you have treated me with the utmost disrespect. I have spared you multiple times from my wrath because I am the empress and it’s simply not lady like” watching in satisfaction as her face reddens.
“I do not care about your past relations with my emperor because at the end of the day. You were his whore, and I am his wife.”
“I will bring him success; you will bring him disgrace and illegitimate bastards who will never run this country. Disrespect me again and you will be thrown into the slums and forced to work in the fields” Nodding at the ladies you walked out double doors with a newfound confidence.
A Few Days Later
“SHE'S SAID WHAT?” you court maids' wince at the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls of your bathing room.
“Please do not be an angry empress.” Se-eun tried to reason by lightly pushing your shoulders back down into the milky lukewarm water.
“It is only a silly rumor.” Ye-Eun reassured you with a smile.
You settle your back onto the stone behind allowing Sumin to softly brush through your thick coils. While Yoon, Isa, and Si-Eun looked for fragrances to add to the water. The girls have been your only friends since you’ve stepped foot into the castle. Sighing you let yourself relax just a little bit “What if the emperor hears of this? Surely, he’s heard that I striked her only days ago”
“Yes, I’ve heard.” your emperor's deep voice echoed throughout the bath hall. Your Handmaid's scramble to bow but he simply raised his hand towards them “You’re dismissed.”
The girls bow toward you rushing off, now it was just you and your husband alone, and you were naked, but he couldn’t see your body through the creamy water. He walked towards you slowly moving into the spot behind you.
“I apologize for interrupting your bathing time, but I have been busy, and this seems to be the only place we can be left alone.”
“Of course, I understand my lord” you hum when you feel him brush through your hair. “I was gone from the palace for only six days' and yet you've already caused trouble.” He snorted, placing the brush down to lean on the tub's cold stone railing. “May I come in with you?”
You swallow hard, breathing heavily, nodding your head. You watched him wide eyed stand to his feet and start to unbutton his dress shirt showing off his golden chest, thick and toned. When he began to remove his pants you turned your head away placing your hands to your bare chest feeling your heart beating rapidly.
He stepped in leaning on the other side of the wall, “I've heard of you striking Aara, the whole noble country has” you sigh, sinking deeper in the water.
“You did well holding your own. I know she can be a.. nuisance.” he blew out a breath, thick arms stretching out to lean back on the marble.
“Because you used to fuck her no?” The emperor sputters, eyes widening at your word. “I have to get used to your vulgarness.”
You hummed feeling a creeping pettiness enter your body. "Just like I have to get used to your whores."
He stared at you with a playful glint in his eyes, "Are you jealous wife?"
You huff standing angrily, water dripping off your naked body, biting his lip tight, the pit of his stomach twisting in arousal as he stared at every curve and dip of your body. “I am not a commoner; I do not get jealous.”
He swallowed trying to find the right words but she they’re not leaving his lips. You continue on your angry rant as you leave the tub grabbing your own towel. “I came here all the way from ten buck two, married a man whom I have never met, and everyone has failed to inform me on how to deal with having a husband who likes to share his seed with women who will never-”
You squeaked as a strong arm wrapped around your body. Your bare back was pressed onto a wet chest and the warmth of his breath on your neck gave you goosebumps as you shiver. “Let… me go Namjoon.”
He hummed as his hand roamed your stomach embarrassedly kneading the doughy flesh. “You won't even let me say how proud I am? My empress, my wife who speaks her mind and lets her power over her subjects be known.”
You felt hot all over as his other hand softly wrapped around your neck then trails lower and lower to your center. “I wish I was there to see it” he pressed himself into your back and you felt it.
He was thick , and hot against your back as he groaned. “Tell me to stop and I will .. tell me please.” In front of you both there was a large mirror where you two stared at each other. He took your silence as a go to continue his touches on your body. He turned your head to him, pressing his lips to yours.
Roughly the two of you kisses tongues dancing over one anothers as his hands groped your breast, and nipples. When you both felt dizzy you part with a string of spit as you both panted. He smiled lazily brown eyes hazy as he partied your sticky thighs with his large hand. Finger swiping the essence that drips from your core.
“You squeal embarrassed, closing your eyes as he runs his finger effortlessly through your slippery folds, then taunting your clit. He effortlessly slipped his thick cock in between your folds, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he held your jaw in his other hand. He thrusts his hips into your pelvis smacking against your ass, your wetness coating his cock while he wildly fucked your thighs.
“Do you know how tempting you are?” He grunts in your ear while you gasp and wither under his touch. “I must hold myself back every night from pinning you down and fucking you worth an inch of your life.”
Your stomach began to twist from the pressure of his thumb stroking your clit in rough circles, “Joon-”
“There you go cum for me” You gasp, thighs quivering, feeling your knees wobble but he holds you up, thrusting quicker between your thighs. you fall apart in his hold shivering and gushing over him.
He pulls his cock from between your thighs hand wrapped around himself as he uses your essence to jerk his red and leaking tip. He cums with a deep groan, white ropes landing onto your ass. Namjoon's head falls onto your shoulder breathing you in.
“Lets clean up, hm?”
nodding weakly you allow him to bring you back into the now cool water of your bath. He cleans you without a peep only letting out soft deep rumbles
When the cleaning is done, he brings you to your shared bedroom that is connected to the bathing room laying you softly onto the soft fabric of your bed. You watch him busy himself grabbing the oils, and lotions you always applied after bathing. His hands started from your left foot rubbing you lovingly. The aching between your legs starts again, too aware of how close his hands were to your cunt as he makes his way use to the crease of your thighs. “I do not fornicate with. . . horses.”
Wow what a way to set the mood.
Namjoon chokes on his spit, a deep laugher bubbling from the depths of his chest.
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Choreo
Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader
Word count- 2k
Includes- Seonghwa chair dance and outfit🔥🥵, chair sex, cock riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff
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J POV
"Holy shit", I whisper as I watch Seonghwa dance the choreo from a monitor backstage
Some piece not fabric is in his mouth as he drops to his knees and I gaped, so turned on
"Oh my fucking god", Binna gasps next to me, "Seonghwa is fucking hot"
I just nod, having no words to say
The outfit the stylists put him in is insane
Tight black leather pants, short leather jacket and just...I don't know...a ripped up shirt, his body exposed
I had such a hard time doing his makeup when he sat down in the chair with that fucking outfit on
I had less than two minutes to darken his eyeshadow before he had to go back on stage and my hand was shaking the whole time
And he was just smirking at me
But watching this, I doubt anyone is looking at his makeup
Everything on the stage changes quickly and suddenly Seonghwa is in a chair, dancing on it while he sits
My mouth drops as he does some kind of slow hip thrust, then another quick one right after before standing up
My brain is malfunctioning as I watch this and I just hope some ATINY gif-ed this moment so I can see it again and again
As it is it's burned in my brain but I think I need it on video too
My panties are uncomfortably wet and it's so frustrating because I don't think I'm going to see him tonight
We just have casual sex together
It started months ago when we were in the dressing room alone together and he just kissed me
I knew it didn't mean anything to him, it's just sex
I don't even know if he's sleeping with other women but I wouldn't be surprised if he is
He's Park fucking Seonghwa for Christ sakes
Any girl here will drop their panties for a quickie with him
And I don't want to know if he sleeps with anyone else
I don't need to know
I know he'll never feel for me like I do for him and right now, I'm not willing to give up sex with him
I'll take what I can get and not complain
I hurry to get Seonghwa's make up ready
He's coming off the stage now and has some time as now the guys are doing their subunit songs
Hongjoong and Seonghwa are performing later on
But he still needs to change and get everything touched up
Seonghwa comes in, walking straight to me
He takes the makeup out of my hands and tosses it on the table
He grabs my hand, then pulls me with him, leading me away from backstage
I'm so confused and I just follow him, wondering where the fuck we're going
We're in the middle of a concert
He pulls me into a dressing room, flicking the light on, slamming the door closed, locking it
He wordlessly turns to me, his mouth crashing against mine
Fire races through my cells from his kiss, his hands pulling down my sweatpants and panties
"Off", he says between kisses, shrugging out of his jacket as I step out of my bottom clothes
His warm hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up
Breaking the kiss, he pulls it over my head, drops it to the floor then gets my bra off, his shirt following
Taking my hand again, he leads me to a chair in the room, which he sits on
"Ride my cock", he asks, looking at me with lust
"Uh what?"
"I know you were watching the choreo backstage. I know you saw the whole chair dance with the hip thrusts", he says, undoing his pants, "The whole time I was doing that all I could think about was you on my cock. Bouncing hard, thrusting into you, your pussy creaming my dick, coming on me. And I want it now"
With that he pulls his pants and boxers down, his hard cock standing straight up, cum leaking from his slit
I can't help myself, I immediately climb in his lap, sinking down on his cock right away
We both moan at the contact, his thick length forcing me open around him as my pussy sucks him inside
"Oh fuck, yes", he cries, "Yes"
I move my hips in a circle as he bottoms out, grinding on him, getting his head right against my spot
He grips my hips hard, slouching down in the chair, sitting half off, half on it
"Bounce jagi", he whimpers
I lean on his shoulders, sliding up his cock all the way to his head then drop down, taking all of him in one shot
"Oh god, yes", he groans as I move faster, bouncing hard and fast on his perfect cock
Pleasure explodes in my body as I ride him, moaning like a slut
"Fuck, you're so wet for me", he pants, his eyes roaming my body, "Did my dancing make you this horny?"
"Yes", I confirm, grinding on him as I take him in, his head rubbing my spot, my cunt clenching him repeatedly
My god, it feels so fucking good
"Mm baby you don't know how horny that part of the choreo gets me. Every time I had to practice it all I thought about was you, on my cock, just like this"
"Me?", I ask in shock
"Yeah you. You're tiny cunt crushing my cock, you're sexy body on display for me, your gorgeous face in pleasure because of me, you're pretty moans that are all for me. Fuck", he groans, "I normally daydream about you but this choreo amped up the day dreaming"
Did he just say he daydreams about me?
Is he serious?
Or is it just sex talk?
"I just fucking want you all the time", he murmurs, "Wanna see you impaled on my cock just like this, see these pretty tits bounce in my face. Watch this pussy cream my cock just like you're doing now"
I know I am, I can feel how utterly soaked I am, drenching his lap as well as his dick
"Wanna kiss you all the fucking time, want to be around you, want to have you in my arms", he whimpers, "I just want you"
I meet his gaze, saying, "You have me Hwa. Anytime"
He bites his lip nodding, "You have me jagi. Always"
I smile, even though I know it's just something he's saying right now
Once he cums, it'll be back to normal
His hands rub up my back, travelling to my boobs, squeezing softly, his thumbs rubbing my nipples sending pleasure straight to my pussy
"Mm yeah fuck, get tighter baby. Fuck", he begs
I oblige, clenching his cock as I fuck him, his breath hitching
"God, you're so fucking pretty for me, riding my cock like you belong on it"
"Mmm hmm Hwa", I whimper, his cock bringing me closer and closer
He's so fucking big, filling me to the brim with no room to spare, spreading me open so fucking wide
So pleasurably
I lean my forehead against his, pumping his cock in and out of me, wanting to cum all over him
"Kiss me", he asks and I press my lips against his
He kisses me eagerly, hungrily, his tongue against mine, his fingers tangling in my hair
As I come down his cock again, he thrusts up, going in so much deeper and I'm thrown head first into a mind shattering orgasm
"Seonghwa", I moan in his mouth, moving my arms around his neck, my fingers buried in his curly hair, pleasure wracking my body
"Yes baby", he murmurs between kisses, "Cream my cock just like that baby. Fuck yes"
As I finish, his hands slide down to my hips, his hips slowly roll up, meeting my bounces, plunging so deeply inside my pussy
We break the kiss, both of us moaning loudly as the pleasure increases
His hips keep moving, slowly rolling, thrusting into my cunt as I come down his length, just like in the choreo
We move together like that, clinging onto each other, our sweat mixing, our moans loud
The utter wet sound of his cock sinking into my cunt again and again is so pretty, a sound both Seonghwa and I love
As of on cue he moans, "Mm do you hear how loud this pussy is for me?"
I nod, his eyes moving down, watching where we meet
"Fuck, I wish you could see how perfect your cunt looks around my cock. Like you belong wrapped around me"
In this moment, I wish I could see it too
"Do you feel how hard I am for you?", he asks, rolling his hips up, his head rubbing my spot, stars blasting in my vision, "Do you?"
"Yes", I whine, shivers running up my spine
"Only get this hard for you", he murmurs, shocking me again, "I've never fit inside someone as perfectly ask I fit inside you. You feel it don't you? Like I was made for you. Like we were made for each other?"
I nod, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch
A few more thrusts and I'm coming
"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your pretty little pussy"
"Fuck, Seonghwa!", I cry as he buries his cock deep inside me, pure ecstacy slamming into me, my body shaking on top of him, pussy throbbing around his fat cock
"Yes jagi, oh fuck", he cries, holding me down on him, his warm cum spilling into me, "Yes Joanne, fuck baby. Yes"
His cum fills me right up, feeling so satisfying
I lean my forehead against his as his body shakes slow down
We both breath hard as the pleasure leaves us
I press a kiss to his forehead then I climb off him, his cum leaking down my legs
There's no tissues her and I can't do anything about it right now
So I just get to my clothes, pulling my underwear on
I hear him moving as we both get our clothes back on
I feel him behind me, his fingers holding mine and turning me to him
I look up at him as he presses a soft kiss to my lips
"Can I come over after the concert?", he asks
I blink in surprise
"Uh really?", I ask
I assumed since he got sex he'd be good for awhile
At least when it comes to me
He nods, "I just want to be with you"
My mouth drops, confusion taking over, "What? Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"I uh...I mean why do you want to be with me? You just had sex with me. Why not another girl you sleep with?"
Shock enters his face and I wonder what I said that was wrong
"I don't sleep with other girls Joanne"
He doesn't?
I am so fucking confused
"You don't?"
"No! Of course not!", he exclaims
Of course not?
How the hell am I suppose to know that?
"I know we never made anything official and I have the fuck boy image but I don't sleep around. I have sex with one person. You"
"Oh", I say stupidly
"Jo, look...I don't know what you were thinking about me but I'm not a player. I don't have multiple women I sleep with. In fact you are the second person I ever slept with"
Only second?
"The first was with my high school girlfriend"
He's only had one girlfriend?
It's kinda blowing my mind
"And I didn't feel for her what I feel for you"
My heart beats harder as I raise my gaze to him, "How you feel?"
He nods, "I love you"
What?
How?
When?
What?
"I'm completely in love with you Joanne. That's why I want to be around you all the time. That's why I think about you all the time. Everything I said during sex is the truth", he confesses, "I just didn't think you'd think I was sleeping with other girls"
"I just...you and me...it doesn't make sense", I blurt, "You're everything, a popular idol who can get anyone you want. Why would you want me of all people? I'm a nobody"
"You're not a nobody to me", he says softly
"I...I'm sorry I thought badly about you", I apologize
He smiles softly, "It's ok. It comes with the image. But now you know it's not true"
I nod, "Oh and by the way, I'm completely in love with you too"
An even bigger smile bursts on his face and it is fucking gorgeous
"Yeah?", he ask shyly
I nod, "Yeah. Like a stupid amount"
He laughs, "I know what you mean"
I guess he does
Which blows my mind
"So we can be together?", he asks shyly
"Of course. I want you Hwa. You're the only one I want"
He smiles, coming closer, leaning his forehead in mine, "You're the only one I want Jo"
"Good", I tell him, moving my arms around his neck, "And yes, you can come over after the concert. Tonight and every night"
"Perfect", he whispers, his lips pressing against mine in a soft kiss full of love
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Red Ties
Chapter 17
Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence
Mary pulled up to the hospital, parked her car, and made her way up the stairs. She had been giddy all morning since James had dropped her off. She wasn't sure if she was just being silly, but it was almost as if she had a glow to her, like her complexion was gleaming. Her body didn't feel any different. It was probably all in her head because it was all so new to her, and she wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be feeling. But she felt good, and thinking about her first night with James made her want to do it all over again.
As she skipped up the steps into the hospital, it wasn't long until a squealing Anya came running to her, a grin on her face, and tugged her into the nurses station.
"Tell me everything right now," Mary huffed, not even being able to get a breath in as Anya forced her down in the chair and threw a hundred questions at her.
"Ok, what was it like? Did he kiss you? Did he undress you? Did you touch his coc-?".
"Anya!" Mary butted in before she could shout anything else at her. and Anya giggled, grinning from ear to ear like a chesire cat.
"What! I need to know the details.
Mary huffed, knowing there was no way out of this conversation.
"Well, he picked me up, and then we went back to his; he showed me around his house," Anya huffed.
"I don't care about that; get to the good part," she urged.
"Okay. He took me to his bedroom because it was the last room he was showing me, and then it kind of went silent for a bit, and then he kissed me." Mary couldn't help but smile at the memory of him cupping her cheeks and kissing her so gently, so softly.
"Then I got really nervous and said I'm not ready, thinking we were going to do it, but he said we weren't doing that. Then he undressed me and pushed me on the bed." Anya was in complete silence, eyes wide, as she listened intensely to Mary.
"And we were kissing and touching, and then he put his hand down there and was toucing me," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. She wasn't even sure she should be talking about this here, in a hospital where the sick come to be healed. What would God think?
"And that was it," she shrugged.
"And... did you like it?" Anya asked quickly, and Mary couldn't help the grin appear on her face. Anay aquealed in delight, with Mary smacking her arm to calm her down. She was jumping up and down like a toddler on Christmas Day, clapping her hands like a child, and Mary shook her head. She was more excited than Mary.
"Oh my god, I'm so happy." Mary furrowed her brows and laughed.
"You don't know how much this means to me," she said, taking a deep breath, and Mary scoffed, turning in her chair.
"You are crazy," but it was nice to know her friend was happy for her, and if anything, she was the one person she could talk to about this stuff.
"So your first orgasm?" Anya grinned.
"Stop. People can hear you," Mary hushed. She didn't exactly want the whole hospital, knowing she had her first orgasm last night at the hands of James Barnes with just his fingers. This was private information.
"Oh, shut up; they can't hear me. Do you feel different?" She grinned, and Mary sighed.
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"You're glowing." Anya nodded, and Mary stared at her. So she wasn't just going crazy.
"Really, I thought I was just being silly," she giggled. She had to admit that the thought of James and his actions last night made her tingle all over, and she wondered if this glow was going to last forever. There was still so much she hadn't done, and she couldn't help but wonder where she went from here.
Just then, Peter walked in, carrying a clipboard with some paperwork on it. He immediately smiled as he saw Mary.
"Hey," he said cheerfully.
"Hey, I didn't know you were working tonight," she asked with furrowed brows.
"Yeah, they asked me to come in for emergancy; David called in sick," he shrugged. Peter glanced up at Anya, who was still grinning ear to ear, and he looked at her confused, peaking down at Mary.
"Why is she so happy?" he asked, and Mary sighed softly, about to explain, but Anya had already buttered in.
"Our girl just had her first orgasm," she cheered, and Mary looked at her with wide eyes as if she were saying, Shut up!
"Oh" was all Peter could say. It was awkward, and Mary blushed at him. For some reason, telling her guy's best friend that she had her first orgasm was more awkward than she thought. It was like telling a boy you're on your period, and Peter clearly wasn't sure what to say, not that Mary expected him to congratulate her on it.
"I saw James last night; is that what she means?" she said politely. That was the Christian way of explaining what happened last night.
"Did you have a good time?" he asked, trying not to be rude or awkward, and she nodded.
"Yeah, I mean, you can probably tell from her reaction." Mary shoved her thumb in Anya's direction.
"Peter, you should be happy for her. Mary has finally found someone, and now she's not going to be sitting in that skanky apartment of hers all the time." Anya crossed her arms.
"I am happy for her. I just don't think Mary wants us screaming it down the halls," he clarified.
"Thank you, Peter," Mary agreed, and Anya groaned.
"Fine, fine, I won't scream and shout anymore. So, when are you seeing him next?" She grinned, getting all giddy again.
"Um, Wednesday, it's the only night I'm not doing nights this week."
"Well, I want every detail; I don't think you can bullshit me with anything either." Anya pointed her finger at her with a stern look.
"Language," Mary scolded, and Anya flicked her hair over her shoulder before strutting out of the office.
"God, she's crazy," Mary huffed.
"You're right about that," Peter agreed. There was a moment of silence before Peter spoke.
"But I'm glad you had a nice night." He wasn't sure if he should say anything. He didn't know if Mary wanted to talk about it anymore, but he didn't want to sound like he wasn't happy for her. He was happy—a bit.
"Thanks, and don't ask me for any details," she joked, and Peter laughed.
"I promise I won't.".
"How's the apartment?" she asked.
"It's good; I think I'm nearly there. I was thinking about hosting a superbowl night. Have some drinks and some food. What do you think?".
"Yeah, that sounds amazing. I'll bring something over. When is the superbowl?" Mary asked.
"Urh, I think it's next Saturday; I'll tell Anya as well, and you guys can stay over if you like.".
"Thanks, Peter," she smiled.
"Anway, I should get back; I'll see you later," he said with a smile, and Mary nodded. She was left to her own thoughts, which immediately went back to James, and she wondered what he was up to.
.........
James climbed the steps of Vanilla, his shoes clicking on the stone floor as he entered. It was quiet except for the little music in the background playing softly through the speakers dotted around the hotel. He strided over to the desk, resting his arms as he waited for Lily.
The subtle click of shoes made him turn, expecting it to be her, but instead it was Natalie, someone he didn't particularly want to see right now.
"Oh, I didn't think you were booked tonight," she said with furrowed brows as she flicked through the computer.
"I'm not; I'm here on business," he clarified, and Natalie grinned, running her hands along the marble top and spreading her arms wide to widen her chest area. She was wearing a skimpy dress with black heels, her breasts peeking out. Before, James would have been all over her, pulling her by her hand to the room or even the bathroom, slamming her against the wall, and fucking her brains out. But looking at her now only made him want to not do that.
"Well, now that you're here, maybe I can slot you in somewhere." She wiggled her perfect brow, and James stood up straight.
"I can't tongiht," he said simply, and Natalie straightened up, narrowing her eyes and placing her hands on her hips.
"What's gotten into you? Normally, you're all for spontaneity," she huffed.
"I'm just busy tonight; now can you tell me where Lily is or I'll go find her myself?" he ordered. He wasn't in the mood for games tonight, and Natalie glanced at the computer, clicking on the mouse.
"She must be in the office; she's not booked with anyone." James took that as his answer and padded off, not giving Natalie the time of day. She huffed, rolling her eyes, and went off into the back room.
Since meeting Mary, she was all he could think about, and his taste for Natalie or any of the other girls was slowly going out the window. Last night, it took a big jump. If anything, he wanted Mary to be up in his room with him, rope tied around her beautiful body, cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles, and a gag placed in her pretty mouth while he reeked his dominance over her and had her begging and screaming Sir to him.
But she wasn't ready; she was nowhere near that stage, and he wondered if she ever would be. Hell, he was going to have to wait a while for her to have sex with him, and she was pretty sure she wasn't going to until marriage.
Marriage—it was something he never thought about. He always thought he was going to be one of those guys who never settles for anyone, that he could have anyone he wanted whenever. But meeting Mary was starting to change that for me. She was all he wanted, and being the greedy man he was, he was going to have her.
He took the elevator to the top floor, making his way down to the office. He had converted one of the suits into an office for him and Lily to use, mostly just for business regarding finance, stock, and the medical records of the girls. He took damn good care of them and provided them with the best wage they could earn.
He didn't bother to knock on the office door, as it was his own as well as Lily's, and pushed the door open, only to stop in his tracks in surprise.
Lily was sitting in one of the plush chairs, her legs stretched out and behind her, held by the young sub in front of her. William was a young boy, trying to make it in the wall street business, and somehow ended up being submissive to Lily. He had dirty blond hair and was thin around the body. The welts on his ass had turned to blotchy bruises, and it was clear this was from a few days ago. He was currently tending to his mistress's feet, rubbing the soles with his hands, and pressing light kisses on them.
But the sudden opening of the office door caused him to turn abruptly, his cheeks heating up instantly at the humiliation of someone walking in on them, and he stopped what he was doing.
"Don't stop; I didn't tell you to stop." Lily scolded him, kicking him with her other foot, and he gulped, turning back to his duty.
"I'm sorry, mistress," he whimpered, and he returned to rubbing her feet.
James closed the door, slightly smirking at the sight. He was no stranger to this; he'd seen men like William being dominated by powerful women before. It was the whole point of his club that men could come to either be dominant or be dominated by beautiful women. And certainly not with Lily.
"I didn't know you were coming today," she said as James threw himself in one of the other plush chairs opposite, folding his leg over.
"I'm only here on business," he clarified softly, and Lily grinned.
"Oh, is it that girl?" she said. James chuckled softly under his breath, looking to the floor as he smirked.
"Maybe," he shrugged. He was a man who didn't like to admit things.
"So it is... you like her," Lily grinned, and James huffed. She wasn't wrong. He does like her.
"She was around mine last night," he said.
"Of course she was; you fucked her?' she asked.
"No, I told you she's innocent; she's waiting until marriage for sex, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything else," he said rather smugly, and Lily was surprised.
"Wow, I'm surprised you were able to hold back," she teased, and James rolled his eyes. Again, she wasn't wrong.
"You want a drink?" she asked, and he nodded.
"Go and make James a drink." Lily snatched her foot away from William's hand and shoved him with it, ordering him to get James a drink.
"Yes, mistress," he answered softly, crawling from the floor to the drinks stand and pouring a glass of Whiksey. James smirked, glancing over at Lily, his fingers tapping on the arm rest as he waited. William turned and walked over slowly, holding the glass carefully, and handed it to James. He kept his eyes away, not because he was instructed to, but because of the sheer humiliation of standing naked in front of this powerful man with his cock wrapped in red rope. His balls separated, so they were almost turning blue, and his cock stood on edge.
"Thank you," he murmured as he delicately took the glass and sipped it, watching intently as William returned to the floor to hide his embarrassed face.
"Anway, how is business?" he asked.
"We've been good this month, very busy. The girls are booked for the next month; I'm wondering if we should employ new girls so the girls don't feel so overwelmed," she suggested.
"Sure, whatever you think we need. How's our finances?" he asked.
"We're more than on track. I've paid the wages, and then the rest can go into the business. We've made good money this month," she smiled.
"Well, I know I can count on you." Lily was the best person to run this business for him, and he could go months without checking on it and it would still be on track.
"So I guess you're finished with Natalie?" She asked, and James threw back the last of his drinks, licking his lips.
"So," he shrugged. He wasn't sad about it or anything; she was just there to keep him company.
'So I'm just saying because you know how she gets".
"What jealousy! She knew we weren't serious. I only went with her because she knows what I like and it's easy; besides, I'll tell her that I don't need her to serve me any longer and she can find someone else." James wasn't going to be all nice and cuddly about it; his interest was in Mary now, and Natalie was going to have to accept that.
"Well, you know she likes the attention of knowing she's your sub," Lily pointed out, and James scoffed, laughing softly.
"I'll tell her when I go down; there's plenty of guys she already subs for that would probably like to see her more often," he said, and Lily shrugged.
"Okay," she said softly.
James trotted down the stairs and walked to the reception, hoping Natalie was there, which she was. She was resting her head lazily in her palm as she sat at the desk.
"Hey," he said, and she looked over lazily.
"What? You changed your mind," she said, and James sighed.
"I need to talk to you," he said softly, and Natalie turned, crossing her arms with a slight smirk.
"Oh, you need to talk to me, sir.".
"I'm being serious," he said, and her smirk fell.
"Listen, I won't be requiring your service to me anymore," Natalie blinked in confusion.
"What do you mean?" she groaned.
"What I mean is you won't need to sub for me anymore," he said simply.
"Why?" She snapped, and normally James would have sternly corrected her, but she wasn't his sub any more.
"Because I'm with someone now," he answered.
"So that's it; you just chuck me to the side like I'm nothing. I knew something was up with you, and you left it till now to tell me," she huffed.
"I'm telling you now, and I told you there was nothing serious with us; I enjoyed you being my sub, and only that," he said rather sternly.
"So who is she, some other sub in this buidling?" She raised her voice. She was well-and-truly pissed.
"Not that it's your business, but no, she's not another sub. Besides, there are plenty of guys you can sub for, and I wasn't your only dom."
"Oh, thanks," she said sarcastically, and James groaned. He had enough of this conversation.
"You take this however you want, Natalie, but I'm telling you this is over," he said finally.
"Whatever, fuck you," she spat and turned on her heel, walking into the back room. He didn't have the energy or time to carry on fighting with her, and although he technically was her boss, he just wanted to leave. He was going to stand and have petty arguments with little brats like her. He turned and stormed his way out of the hotel into his waiting car.
Chapter 18
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Celestia sees Makoto as more worthy of some like her compared to someone like Kyoko she's tried to give hints to him that he should leave Kyoko and be with her, but it looks like she'll have to simply take what rightfully belongs to her
(WARNING: this ask includes NTR/Cuckolding)
Celestia was a woman of class and taste, she felt like she deserved everything she wanted because of her “royal” appearance and personality. She ate the highest class food, drank the best tea, and of course went to the very best school in the world. But despite this she still hadn't accomplished her dream yet, but for that she needed servants who would worship her day and night. She had ranked all of the students in her class when she came to the conclusion that she wanted Makoto, of course this soon came with the realization that Kyoko had already tamed the boy. Who the hell was she to have what Celestia wanted? She didn't even have an ass half as fat as her!
Celestia decided that Makoto was not only on the table, but her first servant. After all, all is fair in love and war is it not? Frustratingly enough Makoto didn't notice her obvious advancements. The man was like a brick wall not noticing how she would bend over and wiggle her ass when picking things up, how she dressed in lewder (but still classy and elegant) clothes when she was spending time with him. But then again his innocence was his main appeal, that and that huge member she saw whenever she was doing lewd things for him. She would need to get it through his (and Kyoko's) thick skulls who really belonged to who.
Celestia considered herself more intelligent than everyone else and her plan to manipulate both Kyoko and Makoto going flawlessly surely helped to inflate her ego. She faked a letter from Kyoko to Makoto, telling him to meet Kyoko for some fun in her room as soon as class got out. Of course Makoto didn't find Kyoko but instead found a mostly naked Celestia, only in black underwear and a bra both had feathers. (she says it feels better but really she thinks it's more classy) As she had her massive ass face Makoto she smiled sinisterly as Makoto shut the door behind him, his massive cock getting longer and longer as it pressed against his pants hard. Before he could muster up the courage to ask why she was here, Celestia answered him “I've decided you get to be my servant Makoto, as a reward you will get to fuck my perfect royal ass cheeks. Kyoko should be here in a couple hours, but I imagine that this will take more than two hours~” Makoto would have resisted, but damn those cheeks were too perfect~ He stripped down without saying a word, his enormous cock ready for pleasure.
~2 hours later~
Kyoko had came back to her room when she noticed something strange, she usually would keep a piece of lead in the door of her room so she would know if someone went into her room. Clearly someone had gone trespassing, she would have to report it later unless it was just Makoto who came to surprise her. She smirked as she entered the room to immediately be met by loud moans from Makoto, the rooms were soundproof so she heard all of what happened as she walked in and forgot to close the door. Makoto was naked on her bed, which was a filthy mess covered by cum and seems to have been tilted from intense sex. She thought this because Celestia was on top of Makoto giving him the best assjob of his life, slamming herself onto him as his whole cock was swallowed by the cheeks that made Makoto almost scream in moans. Finally Celestia spoke “Ah~ she's finally here, Naegi will you tell her?” Makoto moaned through his response “I'm Celestia's servant now~ she said I can't be your boyfriend though~” Celestia slapped his cock “What else Naegi?” “Also~ her ass is so much bigger~ and her tits are way better~~~” Makoto shouted as he came all over Himself, with only some droplets reaching Celestia.
Celestia jerked his cock until it was hard again, then she put it in her pussy and bounced up and down his cock extremely fast and extremely hard. Kyoko could have screamed at them to leave the room, she could have told an official or her father to get them out, she could have even completed for Makoto. But she just stood there helpless and horny, she saw how dominant, hot, and just much she outclassed Kyoko. All Kyoko could bring herself to do was masturbate herself while staring. As Celestia brought herself up and down his cock with mighty slams, she felt part of her bed creek and some part fell off but that was Kyoko's problem~
About 20 minutes later Makoto came a massive load into Celestia's pussy, which resulted in a slap to his face “I thought I told you not to cum inside!” Still she smiled since she had a plan for this, since she expected this from Makoto. She walked over to Kyoko and forced her onto her knees “Lick up his cum, it's the last you'll ever taste of his” Kyoko obediently began licking it out of her, all while Celestia laughed at her effortless dominance over Kyoko and Makoto. Makoto was getting hard again as Celestia smiled at him, she got what belonged to her~
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Could you do a NSFW fanfiction story of The Simpsons character Legs x GN reader? That would be cool.
Missed You | Legs x GenderNeutral!Reader | N/SFW (18+)
Hey there!
I'm really sorry it took me so long to write this, but I do hope you like what I've done with it. Thanks for the request! <3
summary; Legs missed you and shows you that by having sex with you. PWP.
Minors DNI.
notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Making Out; Fingering; Penetrative Sex; Unsafe Sex.
It's been a long, exhausting day for Legs. He's missed you so much during the day, he could barely wait to get home and touch you all over, kissing and licking over the expanse of your skin. He has never been very good at conveying these things verbally, so he usually opted to simply show it when he missed you and how much he loved you. Not that you seemed to mind either.
As soon as he's come home and gotten rid of his suit jacket and tie, unbuttoning the first few buttons, he sits down on the couch next to you and captures your lips in a fierce kiss. You made a small noise in the back of your throat and kissed him back in response. He loved all your little reactions to his actions.
Slipping his tongue into your mouth, he deepened the kiss significantly, starting to roam his hands over your chest, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples until they've hardened and you let out breathy, muffled little moans.
He broke the kiss, then.
"What are you up for tonight?" Legs asked, breathing heavily.
You were panting as well, already seeming a little dazed from the make-out session you've just had.
"Um- Honestly, everything. So, whatever you want, we can do it," you answered eventually with a small smile on your swollen, spit-slick lips.
"Tell me if-"
"You know I will. Thanks for making sure, but I swear to fuck, if you don't keep going right now-"
Legs didn't need to hear you say any more, and so he interrupted you with another kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth to shut you up.
He simply couldn't help but make sure you knew that you always had a way out of what he was doing if you needed it, the same way you could never be patient enough to let him even finish that sentence by now. It has been a few years since your first time together, though, so he guessed that it could be an unspoken agreement at this point.
While he continued making out with you, Legs ran his hands over your chest, down to your sides, and stopping at the waistband of your pants. He unbuttoned them quickly and slid them down your thighs along with your underwear. You shortly raised your hips to help him get them off. He then let them fall to the floor carelessly.
Parting from you, he quickly took off your shirt, leaving you naked beneath him on the couch.
Both of you liked it a lot when he stayed pretty much fully dressed when he fucked you, but tonight he needed to feel your skin against his, and so he made quick work of taking his own clothes off.
"Bedroom?" you both asked each other at the same time, laughing shortly at how synced you were at this point into your relationship.
Helping you get up from the sofa, Legs kept hold of your hand as he led the way to the bedroom, where he only let go of your palm when you laid down on the big mattress. He followed you on his knees, positioning himself between your legs.
With quick, practised motions, he got out the bottle of lube from the bedside table's drawer, poured some over his fingers, and slid his index finger into you bit by bit. He followed it soon with his middle and ring fingers, thrusting them in and out of you deeply in a steady rhythm.
All the while you were moaning and writhing beneath him, begging for his cock. You were always so impatient when he fingered you open for him, promising that you could easily take him. But he didn't want to hurt you. So, he always made sure you were truly ready, no matter how much you were whining into his ear.
Locking his gaze with yours, he smiled at you when he slipped out his fingers at last. Your mouth fell open and a moan tumbled out of it.
Stroking his hard cock, he spread the rest of the lube over it.
Then, he lined himself up with your entrance and guided his cock inside of you inch by inch, leaving short breaks between each one to let you get used to it.
Starting to find a slow rhythm, he thrust in deeply, bottoming out at last. A loud moan escaped your lips when he did. It was like music to his ears.
So was the sound of skin slapping against skin when he picked up his pace and fucked you fast and hard, gripping your hips in an almost bruising hold.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Legs, baby! Wanna come, please," you whined, groaning and writhing as you did.
Smirking, Legs breathed out a tiny laugh. He loved it when you begged.
That night he felt more merciful than usual and so he slipped his hand between your bodies and got you off with quick, sure movements. You came quickly after, clenching around him to an almost painful degree, which only brought him closer to the edge.
Just a couple of thrusts later, Legs followed you suit and came deep inside of you.
Slipping out of you, he laid down beside you, pulling you against him with his arms and legs. With a soft chuckle, you nuzzled his neck, kissing it shortly.
"I missed you, too," you whispered.
In response, he simply kissed the top of your head and smiled to himself.
#sorry this is so short but yee hope you enjoy it anyway!#nsft fic#gender neutral reader#the simpsons legs#legs x reader#springfield mafia#the simpsons#i swear this is kinda bad but also the best i could do sorryyy lol
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see you later
pairings: dabi x fem!reader
warnings: smut, fluff, angst, major character death, mha manga spoilers, slight gore, MINORS DNI
summary: Dabi knew he had to end things soon before they got out of hand. He knew this wasn't supposed to last long, he told himself that everytime he left your apartment in the early hours of the morning. Until he found himself back here again, in your arms and lost between your thighs.
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"... We encourage everyone to stay at home tonight, as there is a possibility of a severe thunderstorm, along with it flashfloods all over the city..."
The television only served as background noise for you as you moved around your kitchen. Cleaning up the dirty dishes and utensils, a small smile on your lips after the friendly company you had tonight.
It's been a while since you invited your friends over for some supper after the long depressing week you had. You needed that, the entertainment and companionship only they could offer you. You've never laughed or cried so hard in months, telling each other about your sorrows and thoughts for your futures ahead.
Being an adult was never easy, especially in a world full of rejected heroes.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard the warning cough behind you, or the tap against your kitchen counter. But you did give a short shriek when you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, their chin resting on your shoulder, inhaling your scent.
You relaxed once you felt the familiar warmth of who it was. Only one person in the entire world could be dubbed a walking, breathing furnace, and it was him.
"I missed out on a big meal didn't I?" He drawled, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles against your stomach.
"Maybe if you didn't pop into my life every few months, I would've saved you a plate." You sarcastically replied, but you didn't miss the way how you sounded partially hurt.
You weren't expecting much all those years ago when you found him bloodied and passed out behind your childhood home, and you weren't expecting much now.
You never asked questions, and he never pried in your personal life. You were quite fine with that. Not everyone was an extrovert and had their whole life story ready to be dished out. He was a very private person and you respected that.
He ignored what you said and continued to nuzzle his face into your neck. Using one hand to push your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck to him.
You suppressed a sigh when you felt his warm lips give short kisses against your neck.
"I've missed you." He breathed cold air into your neck, making you stiffen at those words. He's never said something like that before, not once in the six years since you've known him.
Dabi noticed you stiffen in his arms, but he didn't say a word. He wasn't lying. He did miss you, achingly so.
He missed your stubborn attitude, the sarcastic replies that were on par with his own, the homemade cooking you offered to teach him countless of times that he doubt he'd pay attention to cause he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself. But most importantly he missed you. The way your touch lingered even days after his monthly visits, the way your lips would pay close attention to the magenta scars all over his body, and the different ways you'd say his name depending on what he was doing to you.
God, he was going to miss all of this once he leaves for the League of Villains.
"I've missed you too." You shyly said, you've never admitted these words aloud before and it felt good to tell him that.
"Turn around for me, I wanna see how good you look." He whispered in your neck.
"Dabi I'm wearing nothing but my puppy printed sweater." You deadpanned.
"It doesn't matter, you always look good no matter what." He playfully nipped your ear, making you roll your eyes despite the heat in your body relocating to your cheeks.
You turned around to face him, a beaming smile on your face that was only ever directed at him. Your heart always soared whenever you looked at him. He was beautiful. The most beautiful man you've ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. His eyes were the most vibrant blue you've ever seen, little specks of grey dancing in those pretty blues that were half lidded but always calculative and aware of his surroundings. He licked his lips, bringing your attention to the plump flesh that were an interesting contrast between soft and jagged, and the pink tongue residing in his mouth.
Your eyes were transfixed on his appearance, making sure no hair on his head was missing or any new injuries to his increasing collection. You rested your forehead against his hard chest once you found nothing out of place, letting out a sigh of relief when you finalized that he was okay, and not sporting a limp or any other injury.
"Damn, I stress you out that much huh doll?" You could hear the smirk in his voice, but didn't have the energy to make a snarky remark, only offering him a small smile.
"Your visits are becoming less and less you know, the last time I saw you was five months ago. I was..." so worried about you, you wanted to say. You were so worried that you stayed up everyday, two hours after your initial bedtime hoping that he'd at least show up once in those five months. He didn't, and you were beginning to think he never would, until tonight. You didn't want to tell him that.
He wouldn't care.
You felt embarrassed that you were crying to your friends about him earlier on. Scared that you'd never see him again, not because he's moved on from you as you know there's nothing keeping him here other than sex and a warm bed to crash in, but because you were worried he'd get himself injured or worse. And you didn't like dwelling on what worse could imply.
"I kno–" Dabi's words were cut off by a small sneeze he muffled into his arm. Sneezing twice more before he regained his composure.
You only noticed now that his clothes were slightly damp and heavier than usual. It made your eyesbrows furrow.
"How long were you in the rain Dabi?" You questioned, knowing you wouldn't like whatever answer he'd come up with.
"Ever since your lady friends came by."
"That was over two hours ago? You've been sitting in the rain this entire time?!" You felt your blood pressure rising when he only shrugged at your accusations. It was like arguing with a toddler sometimes.
You sighed again, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I've got a box of mens clothes laying around here somewhere. Go take a shower and I'll get them for you and make you a cup of hot tea."
He quirked one eyebrow up, staring intensely at you.
"What?" You averted your eyes away from his, embarrassed that he was searching your face for something.
He shrugged again, rolling his battered coat off his shoulders and started stripping the rest of his clothes off. You turned around before he could go any further. Busying yourself with getting his tea ready.
Dabi stopped undressing, standing there with nothing but his jeans on. Watching you as you got the correct items in order to make him tea, muttering to yourself about which biscuits he might like with it.
He liked the butterscotch ones, but he didn't bother opening his mouth. Too memorized by the way you moved around so frantically as if he was dying instead of coming down with a small cold.
He liked that about you, he liked a lot of things about you. Especially the way you cared about the simplest things pertaining to him even during moments of intimacy. You treated him like glass even if he didn't offer the same treatment in return, not because he didn't want to, he just didn't know how to go about it.
He frowned.
Dabi was only ever vulnerable around you, and you didn't even realize it. You didn't know the power you had over him, and he'd like to keep it that way. Afraid that you'd use it against him and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to hurt you for that. He could never hurt you.
He found himself walking towards you on impulse, hugging your waist once again. This time pressing his body flush against yours. He heard you gasp and that pulled a smirk out of him.
"Do you know what you do to me?" He gripped your hip with one hand, and snuck the other hand underneath your shirt. His lips against your neck, right above your pulse point.
Your stomach tensed when you felt his hot fingers rubbing soothing circles against it. He pressed you further against him, making you feel the growing length against your ass. You bit your lip, stopping yourself from whimpering too early.
"The way your nipples are perking up so nicely for me in this shirt that's practically transparent is driving me nuts." He snaked his hand further up your shirt, brushing the skin underneath your breasts gently. Your breath caught in your throat as you gripped the counter tightly.
Your panties were clinging to your pussy uncomfortably, you could feel the material getting wetter with each passing second. You tried rubbing your thighs together for some friction, but Dabi wasn't having any of it. He clicked his tongue out of irritation, the hand on your hips falling towards your inner thighs, parting your legs. His hold was strong enough to prevent you from rubbing your thighs together, you wanted to whine when he didn't place his hand right where you wanted them.
Just a little higher.
"I asked you a question doll." He spoke into your hair, taking a deep breath from the rooibos shampoo you used. The smell turned him on even more.
"W-what question?" You whimpered, resting the back of your head onto his chest, sighing out as he brushed the pads of his thumb against your hardened nipples.
"I don't like repeating myself." He growled, pinching your nipples harshly causing you to whimper pathetically in his arms. He continue to tweak at your nipples roughly before groping your breast and fondling it the way he liked.
"Dabi... " You mewled.
"Don't. Don't say my name like that." He gave your nipples a warning pinch.
You bucked up into his hips, involuntarily grinding against his cock. The swollen head rubbing in between your ass despite the jeans restricting him. Making him choke back a groan.
Dabi was just as impatient as was it in his nature to tease. He took his hand away from between your thighs to quickly lick the tips of his index and middle finger, bringing them back towards your aching pussy. You were such a good girl, not once taking the opportunity to touch yourself or rub your thighs together.
He wasted no time in pushing your thong to the side, sucking a deep breath through his teeth when he rubbed his fingers through your slit collecting the thick moisture gathered there. You always got so wet for him.
After coating his fingers in your arousal, he moved his fingers towards the bundle of nerves that had been pulsing ever since he rocked up at your house.
You let out a breathy yes, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Dabi rubbed your clit just the way you liked, grinding it down in tight circles that had your toes curling. He pinched at your clit piercing, knowing how much you liked it when he played with the metal and how easily it could make you gush for him. The pleasure was overwhelming and had you feeling light headed.
Without warning, Dabi plunged those same two fingers into your tight pussy. You bit back a scream as your body jerked and writhed against him. Hips chasing after his fingers as they thrusted deeper into your spongy walls, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit. The stimulation was too much for you.
"Fuck!" You shouted out, bringing your hand down to his, gripping on his wrist tightly so he could go deeper and faster. He could get you cumming around his two fingers alone, he didn't need more than that.
"Dabi please." You begged.
"Please what?" He asked curiously, knowing exactly what you so deeply craved.
The hand around your breast disappeared. He reached for his jeans so he could unzip it and pull it down. A short relieved sigh left his lips once his jeans were pulled down his thighs, just enough to free his heavy cock from all that pressure. He gripped his cock in his free hand, he wanted to feel you around him so bad but he had to be patient, as much as he hated it.
Dabi watched you from underneath his dark lashes, the way your body responded to him in delicious squirms and moans drove him mad. He added pressure to your clit, grinding his palm hard against it. Your body rocked back into him for more, a high pitched wail leaving those beautiful lips he couldn't wait to claim.
"I want you ins- shit shit shit!" He watched your body shaking silently against him, thighs trembling, pussy clamping so hard around his fingers he hissed as he pulled them out and quickly replaced them with his angry, pulsing cock.
"Fuck." Dabi let out breathlessly in your ear, feeling you clench and gush around him as you came. He wasn't prepared for this. To feel you around him after five long excruciating months. He loved the way your pussy gripped onto him after all these years, as if it was the first time all over again.
Dabi pulled your head back by your chin so he could look into your eyes as he drove you into your next orgasm. Ignoring your pained whimpers of pleasure from being overstimulated like this. He dragged his cock slowly out of you, holding back a gasp as he slid out of your warm walls, missing the snug warmth around him, and then slammed right back into you without warning, making you cry out.
Your ass bounced against his thighs as he gained momentum, making him cuss underneath his breath at the squelching noises that came along with it and the mess you made on his jeans. Your hands fell down to Dabi's thighs, gripping them tightly but not tight enough to leave your mark, as he practically seethed from the power trip of fucking you after so long.
The drag of his cock inside you had you nearing your second orgasm so soon, and with the animalistic grunts Dabi let out, you could tell he wasn't too far behind. He usually lasted longer than this, way longer, he underestimated how much he truly missed you it seemed.
"Dhabi... Phleasinside... Please!" He could barely make out what you were saying, a stroke to his ego at fucking you so silly to a point you couldn't use your words properly.
"What doll? Use your words." There was a slight wheeze to his words, your pussy clenching so tightly around him had him close to losing his breath.
"Please cum inside... fuck your cum inside me please. Please!" You momentarily gained back your speech long enough to form coherent sentences. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm nearing.
His grip on your hips tightened immensely, no doubt leaving his fingerprints there for days. He wouldn't last much longer and you knew it, the telltale signs of his thighs tensing and the urgent bucking of his hips told you he was close.
Dabi let out a groan so deep from the very depths of his stomach, goosebumps began to rise on your sore arms from the intense sound alone. He forced your head to the back so he could kiss you as he came, making a sound so damn carnal it had you cumming alongside him.
The two of you came together in perfect harmony, your pussy clenching down so hard on his cock it had you lurching forward from the force, breaking the heated kiss. Long strings of hot semen shot up into your awaiting womb, dripping down your thighs when it had no more room to go.
Your breathing was uneven, your chest and throat burning from your screaming session. Forever grateful that you didn't live by your parents anymore, back when you had to muffle all your moans from when you and Dabi used to fool around even back then.
He was no better, his breathing shallow and unsteady.
Dabi didn't pull out just yet, savoring the moment of the two of you being joined as one. His fingers traced the long line running down your back, not caring how sweaty you were as he kissed your shoulders gently in gratitude. After awhile he pulled his softened cock out of you, groaning from the oversensitivity while you winced from the evidence of what took place running down your shaky thighs.
The high from sex quickly came crashing down on him. He wasn't here to have sex with you, it just happened. Guilt began to chew at his mind from what he was about to do next, but the way you looked at him, with those caring eyes someone like him didn't deserve, made him drag this moment out far longer than it should've been.
He wasn't a ''now rather than later'' kind of guy after all.
"Let's get you cleaned up." His stomach churned when he watched you look up at him in confusion.
That's right, Dabi never cared about aftercare or basking in the afterglow. He thought it was unnecessary, but couldn't say he hasn't wondered how it would feel to have you running your fingers through his hair and humming childhood lullabies the way his mother used to do to him.
A pang shot out to his heart at the thought of his mother, quickly stomping those traitorous thoughts from making an appearance tonight. Not now, he thought. Returning his full attention towards you and your warm hand grasping his own. Squeezing it gently to bring him back down to earth.
Usually after he was done he'd leave, not that you were bitter about it or anything. That's just how it was. A small smirk would grace his two-toned lips with a "See you later" sent your way before he left your apartment. It was a little tradition shared between you two, the first time he said it you were still 16, applying ointment to his injuries after you found him in your parents backyard. He abruptly left without so much as a thank you, only offering those three words.
Now whenever he left, he'd always say those words to ease your brewing anxiety in promise of seeing you next time. And he never broke that promise.
He didn't speak to you about it, but you could tell he risked everything by coming to your place every once in awhile. You were not ignorant to the things Dabi did, some part of you knew he was involved with some shady things. Things you didn't want to bring up with him.
A man didn't get that many scars in their 23 years of life by being a good samaritan.
You reached your shower, stepping in while Dabi adjusted the settings to both of your liking, joining you once he was satisfied. You've come to love the heat as much as him, hot showers always reminded you of the flame user.
The water ran hot against the both of you. You looked up at Dabi, surprised to see him watching you. For a short moment, you held his gaze. Wondering what could possibly be running through his head that had him looking so defeated.
He wanted to tell you then and there that he'd have to leave for good this time. The League weren't people to be taken lightly, especially with that unhinged brat as their leader. He wouldn't be surprised if the creepy fucker was the type to kill the loved ones of people in order to maintain compliance.
But Dabi kept his mouth, and reached for your blue loofah instead. Squirting some of your lemon scented body wash onto it, scrunching it up so it could get more soapy. He worked in silence, scrubbing your body gently with utmost care and concentration.
Hell would freeze over before Dabi allows anyone to touch a single hair on your body. He didn't care who it was, even if it was the League members, he'd make damn sure their life would end with them being nothing but dirt underneath his shoe. He had to stop coming over after tonight, he was heading into dangerous, unknown territory afterall and he'd rather avoid killing the people he needed to exploit. His plans were finally at his fingers tips, and he wasn't about to throw them away over sex.
No, it was more than sex, no matter how many times he tried convincing himself that he was only here for one reason, he'd just end up fooling himself. At night when he'd look for shelter on the streets, when his quirk couldn't keep him warm the way he wanted, you'd plague his mind with your sweet smile and honey voice. Scolding him for not taking better care of himself and that he could crash at your place if he needed to get back on his feet.
That's why Dabi stopped scrubbing you just as you began to relax at the newfound comfort. You felt his hands tense against your body, making you turn around in concern.
"Hey. Is everything okay?" You were so concerned about him, his chest tightened. Why did you care so much about someone like him. You were so ignorant and stupid. Could you not see the blood on his hands from all the innocent people he convinced himself he killed out of pleasure. It infuriated him to no end, but he could never get mad at you. Not really. He tried pushing you away before, but you were as stubborn as him so he gave up on that method.
Your shoulders fell from his lack of response.
You were too grown to be playing guessing games with him, it was cute entertaining it before, but not now. Not when you were just coming to terms with... with what exactly?
You had an inkling of what was going on, but didn't want to push further. If he was going to tell you, he would. So you asked the next best thing.
"When will you be back?" You asked hopefully, water running down your face. He flashed you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers brushing your wet hair out of your face. He learned in, placing a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.
"You're so important to me and I don't want you getting hurt because of my suicidal actions." Was what Dabi wanted to say, but he didn't.
So Dabi did what Dabi did best, deflect from the situation and push his true feelings down. Just when you thought you were making progress (as small as that progress was) in this twisted relationship you had with him, you were right where you started.
"I don't know when, I can't tell you exactly. But just know it won't be anytime soon." Or ever.
"Okay. Just... just stay safe." You whispered, placing your hand above his chest, where his heart was. You could feel the way his heart was beating ferociously against his chest, like a caged animal.
He brushed his thumb against your cheek, wanting to remember how soft your skin felt underneath his fingertips, wanting to remember everything from tonight before he left for good. He gave you one last kiss, this time on your lips. A quick peck that said a thousand words, and got out of the shower getting ready to leave. You stood still underneath the scorching heat of the shower, for the first time in years it actually made you flinch in pain.
You watched as he dried himself off with your towel, not paying any attention to you as his hand reached for the doorknob. Much to your relief, he spared you a brief glance that said everything you needed to know in that moment.
"See you later."
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It's been ten months since you last saw him, almost a year. And in those ten months you've moved out of the city, got a new job and apartment better than the last. You were happy, content with how life has been treating you lately. Your skin was healthier and glowing, you made time for the gym and started toning your body to your liking. Everything was perfect.
It's been ten months since you last saw him, until you finally did.
There Dabi was, or as it said on the news headline, Touya Todoroki, all over your television. Standing above the ruins of a burning building. His clothes were torn, and his body full of cuts and bruises. You didn't even notice the white hair until the news reporter pointed it out.
There was a ringing in your ear as the camera zoomed in on what looked like a teenage boy emerging from one of the ruins, sporting dual coloured hair. Shouto Todoroki was his name they said, Dabi's younger brother who was a 1st year student at UA High School.
Dabi burst into those beautiful blue flames that you admired so much, while the young boy's left side burst into flames of red and orange. They appeared to get ready to fight, the entire country watching with bated breath.
And then everything happened so fast after that.
You don't remember when the tears started falling, but you do remember the loud sob that tore out of your throat as you watched Dabi's flames engulf him from over-exerting his quirk. He fell on his knees, face twisting as he screamed in pain. You couldn't hear what was happening as the mic from the camera crew melted from the overbearing heat of the two flame users, but you could tell that the pain he was going through was excruciating.
You didn't even recognize your own scream when his body swayed as his flames ate away at his flesh. The staples holding his two skin types together, melting into his flesh. You felt sick to your stomach.
Dry sobs continued to leave your sore throat as you watched the man you've known since you were 16, the man you were afraid to admit that you loved so deeply and finally came to terms with it after six years, slowly dying on national television as the entire world watched and didn't do anything about it.
The anchorman's voice was muffled as you watched your lover fall down, face first into the concrete. His body immobile. Your throat clogged up in pain, all you could do now was cry and watch as his little brother tried reviving him using CPR. A failed attempt, but what else could a 15 year old with zero experience in the medical field do.
A part of you felt like it was being ripped out as you watched heroes rush to the scene trying to pry the young boy away from his older brother. You watched as he pushed them away baring his teeth at them, tears streaming down his young face. You watched as a stretcher rolled by, two medics picking up Dabi's burnt corpse and putting him in that black body bag, zipping it up and slowly moving away from the scene.
The screen went blank, offering nothing but silence as you came to terms with what just happened, before the news anchor popped up, a nauseating smile on his pinched face.
"... The villain Dabi has finally been defeated by his own quirk. A win for hero society against their fight with the villains!!"
You were too numb to tell how many hours passed by as you sat there all alone in your room.
While the country celebrated his defeat, your entire world came crumbling down.
You would never be able to feel his warm hands cup your cheeks, pecking you all over the face while he praised you. You would never get to kiss him again, the type of kisses that left you weak in the knees. You would never get to do things with him that you always wanted to do, simple things such as falling asleep in his arms after a long day of work.
But most of all, you would never hear those three special words of his again, the words you didn't even realize until now, were his way of proclaiming his love for you.
"See you later."
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Intoxicatingly Toxic~
|Yandare!Kuroo Tetsuro|
Warnings| smut, noncon breeding, stalking, kuroo being a "sex god"
I would just like to say I in no way headcanon kuroo as a sex god. In fact I know that he's an akward little shit and of you grind on him he'll cream his pants
Summary; kuroo is just hard to resist and can't help himself from taking you anyway he wants.
He was toxic, I knew that, I saw it, I heard about it, but I craved his toxicness. Craved him. I longed to touch him like a pianist longs to press their dainty fingers to the smooth keys of a piano.
He showed up in my life, one night at a party. His hazel eyes staring into my soul from over his red solo cup, as he leaned against the wall. I knew what was in that red solo cup. And I knew it stung swallowing it down. The way he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, and the lights reflected on a metal ball had my knees wobbling.
The smell of sex and desire clung to our skin as he pressed my knees to my chest and fucked into my pussy like it was the last cunt he'd ever slide his coc
After that night I saw him everywhere. The boba shop me and Lev would go to every Wednesday. The college studying center, the library. And very specifically my dorm room.
The night he showed up outside my dorm room scared me the most, but not in the way it should have. I liked the way that he stalked me back to my apartment. Like that I was the center of attention in his little twisted game. It made my heart thump against my ribcage as if it would bust out of my skin at any moment.
As he gripped my hips and pulled me into him I gasped, fingers gripping the cotton of his black t-shirt, as if to ground myself because without it I might float away.
His mouth, his lips, the scent of him surrounding us. The unbearably bearable heat of his body that radiated off him like the scorching sun. My body burned where he touched and burned where he didn't. Everything was so hot. Literally and figuratively.
The heat of his fingers as he twisted and rolled my nipples burned into my skin forever. I squeaked out in pain and pleasure. The way a sadistic smile spread across his face as he spread my legs and slid his fat cock into my gummy walls. Intoxicating. Every minute of it. Intoxicating.
"You like that?" He growled as I moaned out from his dick pressing into a sensitive spot in me. All I could do was nod and grip the sheets below me. A hot flash of pleasure wracked through my body as he slapped my clit, "fucken answer me when I ask you a question. Stupid little slut." I whined and wrapped a leg around his waist, " nnghh~ love- love it so much daddy"
My body was pushed farther into the bed as his hips slammed into me. Heavy balls slapping against my ass and his tip pressing into my cervix. It was almost too much. Way better than the drunken sex we'd had weeks ago.
"Look at you kitten, you're so tiny, but you're takin it like a fucken champ. Shit-" he rolled his hips pressing into my spot again. My spongey walls clinging to him tighter and tighter as he fucked me stupid. His eyes watched me as I squirmed and jerked and gasped breathlessly. Dumb on pleasure and creaming around his cock.
I clenched around him and he brought his hand to my clit and messily rubbed it back and forth till I was squirting around him.
He didn't ask me where he could cum, and I assumed he would just pull out. One minute he was prolonging my orgasm and fucking into me like it was his job and the next he was mumbling, "Gonna fuck my cum into you, gonna fill this sloppy pussy up. Watch it drip out of your messy cunt. Fuck-" his speed had decreased but the intensity did not. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in.
"Shit- fucking hell. Gonna cum. Fuck I'm gonna cum. Oh shit- gotta breed this tight fucking pussy. Oh fuck, kitten." His grip on my hips tightened as he pressed his hips as close as they could get. Dick digging into my spot again as he pumped hot cum into me as deep as possible.
Tears filled my eyes from overstimulation as he pushed into me a few more times, and gave me a stern look as I tried to push him away, and that only resulted in him harshly thrusting into me as a warning.
He kept his softening dick in me as he flipped up so I'd lay on his chest. His arms held me against him tightly, and I knew. I knew that kuroo tetsuro would never let me go. No matter how much I pleaded and begged. He would never let me leave him. Whether i was ready to be with him or not. I was his.
The thought should have scared me. He should scare me. And one day he will. One day I'll wish I hadn't let him into my bed, but until then I'd allow myself to be his just as long as he was mine.
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Hey, I'm absolutely loving COC. I understand with everything that's happened that you may lose some confidence in it but it is really good! I completely understand you taking a break from it if you need to, the other 2 fics sound interesting. I can't wait for the next update of COC but I don't want to pressure you into writing something you want to step back from for a bit. This is basically my long way of saying I'm loving everything you're doing and we just want whats best for you so if you need a break from COC for a little then please feel free. Look after yourself first 💜
Ah, my darling anon, thank you. I have been worrying the past few days about whether I should just forego an update this week and instead rework the fic so that it can better be digested for those that have messaged me about it, but then my mind went down the rabbit hole of other wips or works I could spend my time on instead. Thus, I made a poll and I must say that I really am happy and very, very pleased to see COC at the top of the poll with over fifty percent of you selecting that fic for what I write this week! I needed some time last week away from COC after a few of the things that were said to me that hurt my heart, but that time was well spent and I am doing better now! In the midst of everything with being accepted into graduate school, I have taken some moments to think about everything and after some time away from COC, I am ready to come back to it this week (especially since this is the piece that so many of you want to see according to the poll :D ).
I appreciate you for sending me this. It really does make my day to read such kind words and thank you for looking after me, darling. You are a kind soul !
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Is it possible to get decent movie time for the black characters and other Poc characters on the XMen before race bending everyone else? I'm just saying, the franchise has done Storm, Bishop, Jubilee, among others so dirty onscreen and Professor X and Magneto have already been fleshed out pretty well over and over. Even Wolverine. I'm just ready for some new blood, that's all. A new version of those two is not entertaining.
See, the thing is, X and Magneto being Black doesn’t need to change anything about their character, since the color of their skin isn’t necessarily essential to their overall character. Same goes for other race bent characters.
Like, I get it, it’s cool to see new COC and it is important to get these new characters, but one of the benefits of racebending characters is race bent characters can’t be ignored as fandom tends to ignore original COC.
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finally got enough time to read yearn for you and girl!!!!! where do I start from? first of all, I'm sorry you did not receive enough love for this fic but I'll try my best to try and express all the gratitude for you. ok so, this is gonna be messy because english is not my first language and I'm a bit dyslexic so forgive me😔... I remember reading edacity and thinking damn! she can write! and got soooo hooked on the way you write. then I stumbled on claws of carnality and I already told you anything I had to say about this fic: a masterpiece. then I decided to read undercurrent (I couldn't read it straight away because of how long it is and how hectic life could be) but then again, what else could I have expected from you? the way you described the scenes (don't wanna spoil anything if people didn't read it yet).. it was like I was there (this applies for all of your fic but this one has something different to it? can't really describe it, I'm sorry). you are such a talented writer, so elegant, so eloquent, so detailed, so entrancing, so attractive in a way? so when you announced you were going to post another story I was thrilled! and you delivered, god, did you deliver. I was so frustrated with jk at the beginning of the story, you pulled me in your story with just a few sentences.. but at the story went, I felt so content because of how you described their relationship, the trust they have in each other, the desire to please the other, the love you can basically feel through the words and when I was reading about the flashback, I could feel the love. I also loved how even if he is a hard dom, he is so whipped for her... when she stands after he strips her and he sees her kick her heels off and he grins? my heart beat a little faster, don't ask me why. I loved how even if jimin was there, he could also have not been there at all and the after care? the way he is basically going around, calling her his fiancee, love them. at the end, my greedy, curios brain (and heart, who am I kidding) wanted more lmao. I have a few questions if you don't mind.. what happens with taehyung? because he was a bit of a brat, trying to get in her pants and then complaining when he got a bit left out? honey, you got a big storm coming. will you ever write little drabble for this couple? like, how did he propose? not gonna lie, kinda curious about the dress he picked out for her for the gala.. no pressure tho baby, feel free to ignore this part. I also loved how he called her petal and flowers and how he didn't even think twice about buying the necklace. want something like this for me, it would be the life, having someone you love who loves you back and is always ready to remind you... anyway, this is all for today, gonna go read yean for you a few more times now☺️🥴. hope you are having a good day, we love you💙
Your english is very impressive for someone that doesn’t speak it primarily, darling. You don’t need to apologize for being dyslexic, either. You can’t help that and should not apologize for something beyond your control. Anyway, you found me through Edacity, huh? It’s always interesting hearing about how you guys find me, I have to say. That one was written in a lust filled craze following the video that the gif used for that fic was recorded from. Manbun Jungkook really took my pussy (and fingers) and said WORK FOR IT. Ugh, he’s just so hot istg I really couldn’t help myself when I wrote that fic, lol. Anyway, it’s cute that you cycled through like all of my fics and I’m glad that you liked my work enough to keep reading through everything that I had posted on here! I will say that Undercurrent is very precious to me because it’s the very first reader x member fic that I wrote and posted to Tumblr. I love that story so much and I’m so elated to know that you appreciated it as much as you did! It took about two weeks for that like YFY, but every time that I sat down to write it, I just would smile like an idiot whenever I’d read through it at how cutely I encapsulated the lovers to be in their feelings for each other.
Truly, who else writes a damn novel for their first ever fic? Gah, I am still so soft over Undercurrent. That fic is like my first child, lol. It is very special to me. So is COC, but we all know my sentiments about that fic at this point. I feel like I’m being annoying with it, but the self-consciousness and insecurity about that one still persists and whenever I hear about it from my readers, I get nervous because I have this lingering anxiety that more negative comments will be given on it. Well, this ask isn’t about COC, so I should move on, I think. Sorry about that mini-rant, anon!
Switching back to YFY, Jungkook’s personality in this one is a little different than what I have done before and I am glad that you liked the way he’s built in terms of his characterization. I wanted to show a Jungkook that was so in love with you that he is willing to give you anything you want (even if that means fucking another man) while also staying true to the possessive creature that we all know he is in real life. He adores reader very much and because of that, he just wants to see her happy at the end of the day. She is a constant in his life and gives him stability where the world would fall apart under his feet and he cherishes her for that for sure. I adored their relationship just as you did because they care about each other so much and each one of them just wants to please the other always. It’s funny that you say that Jimin could have not been there because the person that commissioned this fic from me actually wanted just a CEO!Jimin fic in the beginning, lol. Kook wasn’t even factored into the story in the initial stages and it actually was going to be a hybrid CEO!Jimin fic where he goes into heat while at work, but that idea was never fully fleshed out because Jungkook had to come out with his D’ICON stuff and really, it was over for me when I saw that video of him in the leather fit.
I talked to my commissioner about it and she was more than eager to have Kook involved in the fic (even though she originally thought that I would not go so far as to write 31.5k words worth of shit that Kook was responsible for over 22.3k for before Jimin even makes an appearance, lol. I couldn’t really help it being the Jungkook slut that I am, but hey, it brought such sin out of it and I can’t apologize for THAT because it was too much fun to keep writing the lewd escapades of reader and her fiance that loved his future wife too much to deny her of anything so as long as he is part of it.
As for Taehyung, well...let’s just say that Jungkook had a nice “chat” with Taehyung and the two ended the discussion with Jungkook sat in his office while Taehyung got to listen to a recording of reader fucking herself with Jungkook’s name falling repeatedly from her lips. Taehyung may or may not have had a tent in his pants while Jungkook gave a cruel smirk and when you’re summoned to his office, let’s just say that Taehyung gets a nice show while Jungkook fucks you over his desk. Now, this is done AFTER Jungkook orders you to bind Taehyung’s wrists with his tie so that he can’t do anything while he watches, his lips drawn between his teeth the entire time that Jungkook fucks into you like a crazed man. When it’s all over and you lie boneless on the desk, Jungkook eats the sandwich you brought him off your stomach before eating you out and let’s just say that when Taehyung leaves the office, his cheeks have never been more red both with embarrassment and rage.
Wow, I really let myself keep going with that, huh? I guess that shows just how much I’m fond of YFY, lol.
I would consider writing a drabble for YFY, but that would have to be commissioned as I am facing a financial crisis right now and can’t really afford to spend time writing anymore unless I will be compensated for it! It’s very sweet to ask that because it shows me you want more of this story and that’s very heartening to know!
As for the dress, I would be more than happy to show it to you if you message me (you can go through anon again if you prefer) once more with that question because this ask is already really long!
Also, I’m pleased to know that you liked the pet names! I have a weakness for them, you see, so you’ll find an abundance of that in just about everything you read from me.
It would be quite a life to have a man like YFY Jungkook in it, wouldn’t it? You would never want for a thing with him, that’s for sure. You also would never feel deprived of attention or love because he’d readily relinquish both to you 24/7. I wanna swoon over YFY Jungkook because he’s just so dreamy, isn’t he?
Anyway, I am so happy to hear you liked the story. Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to say all of that, lovely. It really makes my day so much better when you guys tell me things like this and I can’t thank you enough for being nice enough to let me know all of this!
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