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KINKVEMBER DAY: 4

[prompt: roleplay] male reader x kang hyewon 8k words

“I need you,” Hyewon says in the uneasy dark of a hotel room, with two urgent fistfuls of your shirt, “need you to do to me all the things my husband never will.” “Yeah, I know,” you tell her, “you said that,” and her eyebrows move in all the wrong directions, “I’m just wondering if, you know, maybe we should give him a little more credit.”

Here’s the truth:

Hyewon doesn’t believe in leaving evidence behind and you don't find it particularly productive to doubt her; you’ve been talking in code for years. Parts and pieces of yourselves reduced down and bottled into set phrases that, to anyone else, would be totally incomprehensible.

"i've been thinking," she texts you, which you've come to understand means she's already made up her mind, "maybe we should do that thing we were talking about. tonight."

(You're not always so fast on the uptake.)

You send two back two texts, both of which ask "which thing?" because the hallway from the breakroom to your desk has poor reception and it never lets you send just one.

Then, right after you cross the threshold between signal-drowning-concrete and the glitzy glass-walled arboretum they've built to make you feel like you're not a total cog in their corporate machine, your phone pings the receipt of Hyewon's reply: a picture - her laptop, propped up on your coffee table with its screen angled for perusal, of a booking site that's filtered to show results for their 'king bed & view' room at a midrange hotel a forty-five-minute ride from your apartment.

"not really doing much narrowing down here hyewon."

She replies to you - her text bubble appearing over another couple still images, of herself in the vanity mirror as she curls her hair around her finger and holds this little black slip of a dress over her shoulder, black lacy lingerie in tow, the whole nine - with:

"i'm feeling kinda adventurous."

Five o’clock rolls around but you never really do figure it out. You spend the last three hours at work deciding which kink of hers (oh, does she have a few) this is all in service to.

There's nothing overtly sexual about her pics in the first place - not more than usual anyway, more showing off her curves and cut jaw than showcasing anything for her 'adventurous' intent. So that can't be the tell - you'd seen her in a corset once (you can't unsee it) and the angle of her hips to the mirror makes you think that if she was planning on pulling on a pair of crotchless panties then she probably would've found her thigh high stockings, too.

You try and think of what the two of you had even talked about when discussing these little scenes - how many times you'd ended up 'in the mood' during or after such a meeting of the minds, how it'd snowballed from there, a whole list of filthy what-ifs that she'd probably put more thought into than you ever have - but you draw a total blank. It could be any of a number of things.

Until,

"i left you instructions on the kitchen island," reads a text on your phone which you definitely don’t check while you’re driving -

And then it hits you.

"ah."

"yeah, 'ah'," she replies.

A quarter past seven at the hotel bar is way too early for any real promiscuous activity, but then again, you're here playing at pretend and half the fun of games like this is in the setup.

Meet me at the bar, your instructions read, introduce yourself, and play it by ear.

There's some couples at the other end, some friends downing shots by the round, people musing over their aperitifs, and a woman sipping alone at the bar - Hyewon, appearing to you from the back first:

The pointed edges of her shoulders narrow out over this tiny cocktail dress that somehow covers less of her than if it weren't there at all, skin tight, accentuating even her softest curves. She has her hair fixed a particular way - teased enough to flip at the ends but still a single sweep down her shoulders, pulled together softly by a ribbon in the back, tied like a fantasy, allowing a wispy strand to fall to her face - glossy and dark and glowing to this rich, deep mahogany where it's cast in the lamplight.

The line of her throat, of her chest. Where her hips meet her waist in a rounding flare. The effort and beauty she's gone to, for you - that she puts in every day just because she knows it gets your attention, can do more than turn a head or two; Hyewon's appearance is almost indifferent of you, only coincidental, but she puts on a damn good act.

(You look a lot more worn in comparison: jacket thrown over dress shirt and khakis, tie loose at the neck. Standard office attire with just a step-outside-regulation. Disheveled.)

A drink, you suppose - approaching the bar to try and catch the bartender's attention to order a single malt.

But if Hyewon's been waiting long, she doesn't complain when you pull into the stool beside her and sit for a long moment.

"Do you mind if I join you?" you say over a pair of politely folded hands - and that's generally where her 'instructions' end.

The look she fixes you with is just this unashamed smoldering, her body language this contradictory kind of lazy - cool, like her night was going exactly the way she planned but she still had places to be.

"It depends," she replies, one slender finger curled around the stem of her martini glass - which historically, is a drink she hates. "Who's asking?"

"Just me," you offer, letting the gesture and your tone leave it up to her. And then slowly, perhaps awkwardly: "ostensibly a complete and utter stranger who knows a gorgeous woman when he sees one - and who could never pass up a chance to see how the rest of her is."

"Smooth."

"I guess it is, considering you didn't immediately run for the exit."

Hyewon nearly snorts.

"Hard not to." She tilts her head back at you, assessing. Her cheeks are rosy pink. "A handsome thing like you doesn't usually buy themself a girl's time with flattery -"

"Buy your time or your drinks?" you tease, and you can tell she wants to roll her eyes - but she keeps them carefully lowered. Eyelashes dipping down like blackened fans.

Hyewon shifts slightly, resting her chin onto the heel of her wrist like she's leaning against an imaginary windowpane and tipping her face a little sideways. It makes you smile. "One gets the other, if you catch my meaning."

Maybe it takes you a little too long to lift your gaze off her lips to find her eyes, or off the sweeping curve of the hemline sitting high across her long legs, but she watches you for just a breath. It's a more telling moment that she pretends she doesn't know you.

"You can look at me if you like," and then without further preamble, she introduces herself with a slight tilt of the head and an expectant expression: "call me Hyewon."

You figure that if you've gotta say one word to get the ball rolling you want to say her name, and as a little revenge for forcing you to think on this scene and think on what to say, what your character would say, how exactly she wanted you to go about 'meeting' her in a hotel bar, how her fucking scenario's been building up in her head for god-knows-how-long (even though, in the scheme of the two of you and your relationship, it’s nowhere close to being the most demanding sex you've had), you reply simply with:

"Pretty."

It's satisfying, how she hesitates - pausing a little longer on your face to gauge exactly what you meant. Studying. But the next beat of your heart - or hers - is effortless, easy.

"I know. That's what my husband calls me."

"Husband?" You keep yourself from raising an eyebrow. "And I don't suppose I'm also... married?"

"Different day, different you."

"Meaning I have a wife or a mistress of my own," and you flick your wrist at the barkeep for a top-up of what's in front of Hyewon. "You're telling me I'm the kind of man who'd only settle for two."

It doesn't sound quite right, though Hyewon picks up on it. Doesn't let on. "Aren't men like you always? Charming to a fault, but always voracious - insatiable, especially with women like me."

"Women like you."

"Married women. Unavailable," she simpers, and in a practiced little motion, draws her hand out to where you can see it properly, this sparkle on her fourth finger that catches the lowlight of the bar. The diamond looks real - not that you'd actually know - and your stomach flexes up mid-somersault thinking about the financial impropriety for what amounts to a gag. A practical joke. Hyewon the comedian.

Still, you go with it and take her hand in yours, admiring. "What a pity." The glint off its faceted surface - Hyewon's watchful as she allows it.

"Isn't it," she agrees.

The more unnerving thing - besides how composed Hyewon can make herself be - is how the narrative quickly becomes a whole hell of a lot clearer with the context of marriage in play. She's mentioned it before: the infidelity thing, the way it leads to the raunchiest, filthiest bits she'll dare to explore. In some ways, her desire for the untouchable makes a lot more sense -

And maybe that's what had been nagging at your mind since she brought up the idea of playing the part: you always end up kissing in that stupid 'caught up' sort of way. With an intensity that's hard to beat. Even though you wouldn't ever cheat on her. Not in a million years. You'd watch her leave before doing anything like that.

But it's thrilling, almost, and even more thrilling that this isn't entirely improvisation: how well the two of you might actually play this off, as two total strangers to this illusory little roleplay that you'd normally say was your very last interest.

"But you know there's something I've come to appreciate about married men," Hyewon continues, her voice in this conspiratorial sort of hushed.

You blink, drawing her out.

"They know how to tie a knot."

There's the flirty wink, an upward flick of the chin that draws your eye to the span of her chest. To her body in that skin-hugging dress and your fingers entangled in hers - the gentle bump and shift of the bodies behind her, moving between the tables - Hyewon a queen of circumstance, playing to the moment as it bends; as her lips part in a pleased smile, red and smooth, almost innocent, and you can't help but imagine tasting her on your tongue, the force that'd take for her to yield when you finally got your hands in her hair.

(What a character, honestly.)

"Tell me something," you say, "why would a married woman, this pretty little thing like you, be all alone in a place like this - without her charming husband."

Hyewon's smile curls at the edges like smoke. "I never said he was charming."

You raise an eyebrow. "Good-looking, then."

"Never said as much either."

“Why are you with someone you find neither attractive nor charming?”

Hyewon makes a face, slightly pitied. “If that Isn’t what I’m asking myself everyday.”

"Hm." You narrow your eyes into something more quizzical than suggestive. It works on her anyway. "That doesn't feel too much like it's in character, Hyewon."

She shrugs, but it's that coy kind of shrug. She thinks you'll let her off easy - you usually do. All considered, she's the type who thrives off the chase and, as of today, so do you.

"But he is cute." Her expression is just this side of sweet, as she takes a dainty sip of her drink. Like the taste doesn’t bother her, like she isn't pretending she doesn't hate it with every fiber of her being. Like this is easy. "And maybe -" she quirks an eyebrow at you, withholding a smirk. "-you're right. Maybe, I was looking for someone cuter to fill the bill. And luck would have it, here he is."

So - apparently - her character doesn’t mind a little light infidelity.

Hyewon takes in the vague sense that the message wasn’t as clear as she might have liked, her forehead scrunching as she tries to convey - in a way that would communicate even to an airhead - some realization to play your part.

"Maybe it's the wrong question,” you start over, taking it from somewhere near the top, “what are you doing here, with me?"

That's when Hyewon graces you with one of the soft, slow kind of smiles: the kind that manages both an air of 'you dimwit' and 'good question'. Her fingertips barely graze yours but it's noticeably electric. Just enough to feel your pulse fluttering.

(You don't care that none of it’s real - Hyewon looks to you through thick eyelashes like a goddess of temptation and sin - and it makes something wicked coil up warm at the pit of your gut. A curious thrill and a recklessness that you have to admit feels a little nice - being the man trying to talk this woman into bed. The challenge and the buildup, the want to work for it. It's new. It's fresh. Lo-and-behold, it's kinda hot.)

When you catch her stare, she fidgets. So slightly, so briefly, your chest is on fire and you're barely into the pages of her plans, of this night ahead.

"Wish fulfillment, let's say," and that is no less true. "See it’s my husband."

"Mhmm."

"He respects me too much to do the things I'm going to ask you to do."

"Like?" you continue to prod.

Hyewon lets out the tiniest shiver of a sigh, like a trickle of cold water down the length of her spine. "Take a good guess."

You finish the rest of Hyewon's martini, slow. Savoring the warmth and bitterness sliding down the back of your throat. The night's young, sure - and if you're supposed to be spending it all wrapped around Hyewon's finger. This means you can take your time.

"Show me your room?" you propose, gesturing to the empty glass.

"I thought you'd never ask."

At your offering, she stands up and throws on her coat - long, double-breasted, chic - but only really just off her shoulders to have the hem hit her legs mid-thigh. One of her many personal quirks. Hyewon knows how to move like there aren't two eyes staring at her wherever she goes: not the awkward side-to-side of a girl who wasn't made to wear heels - a loping gait - nor the assured click, click of the taller kind that totter like it's all they've got going for them.

Something totally different: a little careless and a little haughty and an assurance of the highest confidence.

She winds an arm round yours like they do in movies, this parody of a leading lady - Hyewon not a seductress as much as she is someone who'll look the part just to convince you otherwise. There is a pretty big discrepancy, you find, between her bravado and her smile, her figure and her artistry - you couldn't act if you wanted to; meanwhile, she does whatever she damn well pleases. And somehow that doesn't even begin to cover the things that turn her on.

The two of you make for the stairs, winding up floor after floor until it's perfectly quiet, perfectly out of sight - hidden away from prying eyes and ears.

The silence of an empty hotel stairwell is thick - Hyewon's hand comes off the railing, as she takes to the wall and turns to face you. It's a gentle tug at the tie loose around your neck, barely any give before you're already there, holding her by the hips.

"Might've gotten us lost there," you whisper, as her finger plays at your chest and finds its way round the collar of your shirt. Your top button is already undone by the time you notice she's not fond of it. "The elevators would've gotten us where we're headed faster."

"Don't worry." She hums, leaning in close - like a magnet, like gravity. "You're getting the scenic route."

"Anything to stall the inevitable," you tease, but it isn't a thread she seems interested in developing.

"Something like that."

Hyewon shifts her weight back onto her right foot, her skirt riding up just barely. The dip between her inner thighs and the smooth curve of her leg is open and bare to your sight, her dark stockings like an unspoken challenge: the panties, lacy, loose, no crotch.

And it gets... indecent, the way your lips connect, how you realize half-way into that kiss, she's still smiling. It isn't any one way that does it; maybe it's the clever use of her tongue, or that particular position you've coaxed her up against the stairwell wall that makes it seem like Hyewon can't be any more in danger - it's too much to handle and your mouth goes slack on the reflex of an apology; her hand has a hold on you by the jaw and it won't budge.

"My husband," she murmurs into you, the trace of the words ghosting into the breath between the both of you. "Never lets me."

"What," you rasp, barely recognizing your own voice, your hand heavy on her side - the very real fear that you might tip over a banister because Hyewon's got her heel half-way into the back of your calf and any less bracing would bring you down. Your thoughts are a fog, with her cheek in one hand and your knee already up between her thighs.

"His wife," she almost swallows down, kisses turning chaste because maybe it's just easier to gently peck out her intentions, how she looks to you with dark eyes, heavy-lidded and wanting, a thumb trailing down the plane of your cheek. It'd feel like pity if you weren't thinking exactly the same.

You try to finish it for her:

"She likes it rough."

"No." Her nose traces yours before she connects you again - gentle and slow, and a shudder rolls all down the expanse of her shoulders; you think you have it about right. Until she makes the slightest adjustment and her grip in your hair turns agonizing, perfect and burning on the edge of too tight - too much. You are straining against the wall of a hotel hallway and she's saying, "not rough."

She kisses you. Hard. Until you gasp for the stolen air in her lungs.

"Filthy," she manages against the heat and sting at the side of her cheek.

(Damn.)

Your voice has gone and lodged itself firmly somewhere between her lungs - but there's something that says she knows. That you've got it in you, the brimming potential that might just say everything you ever wanted but couldn't figure the right way to put it.

It's the tone of her voice or the spark in her eyes, but one moment into the next - you're caught in this pull - like gravity's increasing tenfold at her will; her heartbeat's so strong you swear you feel it against your ribs as she's demanding:

"Messy. Dirty. A little uninhibited," and the obvious thrill of that must flare up like lightning under her skin - the way it makes her moan, soft and breathless: "fuck me like my husband doesn't."

She’s not even waiting for the comfort of the room yet, which in hindsight is probably checking more of Hyewon's many boxes - it's the sex in public thing, the fear of discovery thing, the desire to have you ravish her out where anyone can come upon you sort of thing - the thought of which has your jaw go a little slack too. Her leg up is coiled up around your hip, your fingers tangled in her hair and sliding up the length of her thigh, until you're fucking kneading up her ass and drawing out that desperate whine in her.

"Fuck," she exhales into your shoulder - a hand on the metal bannister to brace against those little circles you start to rub inside her, pushing - slowly - one, two, three knuckles deep, testing - before drawing back, and plunging forward again. This ache, slow and purposeful, pressing just enough into her until there's a wet sort of friction that has your hand slick all down your wrist.

It never takes long, with your fingers on her clit, fingers inside her, a palm covering the moans out of her mouth -

She cums just like that.

Whining and broken and bent under you, and with an elbow hard against her ribcage to make the breaths come shallow.

"Stay quiet for me, sweetheart," you find yourself murmuring, as your teeth graze the shell of her ear - the short burst of hair and silky strands across the back of her neck; you're undoing the neat ribbon tied round the length of her hair and letting her waves settle on her shoulder in time for you to swallow down the sound of her sighs, the tension in her lips, and the frantic jolt when your fingers push through the wet, heat of her pussy again, merciless and quick. You have to be careful; she nearly bites your fucking tongue out.

"Can't." Her jaw's tight on it, the slight staccato to her breathing, murmuring and slightly dazed: "if we get caught, someone will see. Someone will notice."

Her next exhale is more shaky. "Anyone could see us like this," with just her toes curling and her stomach tensing on every second beat. Your grip leaves a bruise. "Please-"

"We're not supposed to be doing this at all, are we? If you've got a husband waiting somewhere?"

You hear yourself, and it sounds sorta degenerate, though in all the right ways, you figure, like something straight out of one of Hyewon's romance novels, the dirty, smutty ones that she swears up and down she simply reads for the plot, but the dazed, hazy kind of mood they get her worked up into suggest otherwise.

You trace the rough pad of your thumb over her pussy, this delicate, ghost of a touch. One you'd have to strain to even tell if it was there or not until she whines - eyes screwed shut like she doesn't mean to, just does. The sound of it bouncing around the stairwell.

And then, all this wet: her skirt's ridden all the way up to her stomach, damp and near-transparent with slick, and you can just imagine the puffy pink between her legs - between her stockings in the afterglow of an orgasm, spent and sensitive and sore and wanting for more. Your eyes linger a little too long -

"I shouldn't let you," she manages, half a moan on it - one of her heels comes up the stair you're standing on and the way Hyewon clings onto you for balance says enough, but still, she demands, with all the strength her throat allows: "make it fast. You're lucky I let you see me like this at all -"

And she cuts off abruptly, looking at you.

(She'll play coy for a while longer. Which, Hyewon being Hyewon, will look like as much an effort as her sprawl out on the bed for you is.)

"The room," you say to her, harshly, "where is it."

"Four more floors."

Room 1014 as it turns out is like every other room you've ever been in, each one perhaps a little more identical than the last - except this one has Hyewon sitting in your lap while you get comfortable on the bed, and there's also the way she looks in the mirror above the headboard, the desperation in her stare, right back into the reflection.

"What all," she says, "do you want to do to me?"

This time - no explicit instructions - just an implication. You have to figure it out.

See, the image of her is like every fantasy rolled into one, wearing this thin black bra that has her breasts just about spilling over. They're amazing - the color and shape of her skin. Soft. Cradled between the cups like a godsend, and maybe that's why it drives her a little crazy how good you look biting down the ridge of her breast and flicking your eyes back up to catch her expression.

It has you feeling, if nothing else, a little ‘adventurous,’ too.

Her belly tenses on a heavy sigh and it's one hell of a thing to have Hyewon staring you down, like you're an animal or an idiot, with her eyes flashing and a thinly veiled anger in the purse of her lips. There's a thousand things she'd like to do to you - for you to do to her - but it's about the predicament: the silk necktie she'd pulled off you as you both stumbled through the door has ended up around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back in a way that suggests a loss of control. Just the mere suggestion of a little playacting, but she's almost keening.

You feel the touch of her right calf keep rising - curving down your waist, hooked behind the small of your back - her thighs smooth, and a hot line along your sides.

"I should fuck that pretty mouth of yours," you say against the shell of her ear, because you know better than anyone, the very concept gets her wet. Uncomfortably so.

And she leans her head against your temple like she'd love it. You could be imagining the little whimper as she clenches up round nothing - until a growl escapes the back of her throat and she's saying -

"Is that how you're going to cum? With me on my knees and nothing else? Cover my pretty face? How you’ll completely ruin me?. You’re more creative than that."

“I don’t know that I am.”

Her hips move to find some friction where there isn't any until you give her some, pulling your cock out through your pants and feeling it brush, once, twice against the seam of her. Hot, and hard. Ready. And if she only tried a little, the angle was made perfectly to slot your head in, but neither of you move. She doesn't yield.

"Let me fuck myself on you," she suggests, strained, almost pleading. "Then perhaps I will."

You could take her like she is. Any which way. But this is about getting a particular reaction - one that'll leave her spent and trembling - and nothing like that will happen without a little bit of preparation and prelude. You want to watch her writhe for hours. Until she forgets she's playing a character at all, until she's panting your name and whimpering for release, her cheeks burning.

But at least it gets her writhing on you, the heat and press of her body as she leans in close, your eyes locking:

"Get your cock inside me-" the urgency in her voice. "-fuck me right now, this second-"

"Say it again."

"Fill me with your perfect cock." The words land right on your lips, frayed at the edges as the tether to her control slips another notch. "Push my thighs apart until you break me," Hyewon tells you - and then with her legs twisted up in the comforter, the creaking mattress and the sweat on the sheets: she rolls her hips like they're pleading for it.

"Pushy."

"Gentle's got no appeal for us."

"Apparently not," you reply - but then it's suddenly a lot easier, to slide one hand in Hyewon's hair, and grip at the knotted silk wrapped tight 'round her wrists to hold her. There's no hiding the subtle arching of her spine, how the pressure off her arms pulls her chest in or makes it all the more comfortable, she doesn't let on, she'll probably keep pretending she doesn't like this, that she hasn't always wanted -

You run your tongue over her collarbone and thrust up inside her, once - a warning that you're not giving in to her quite yet.

The smile that runs her lips is brittle. Like her patience isn't what it used to be - she makes a quiet little noise, pained. A flash of discomfort. But there's a moan and a curse out of her:

"Like that. Harder."

"What does harder mean?" you ask, with a deliberate repetition in motion, thrusting upward, forcing her hips to shift a few degrees further back - her knees clenching around the sheets as you're met with no give - Hyewon's resistance through a dark smile, and her grip slackened in her hands, despite you keeping a fist wound tight in the hair on the back of her head, tightening the other around her restraint.

Her throat flinches: this shudder.

She takes a couple heaving, open-mouthed breaths, before she has it in her to glare at you again.

"Harder-" The way her mouth shapes around the word gets the better of you - cute little cupid's bow in pink, full and swollen and pursed up as if in pain. Or desire. Or both, the way her head is tipped back, hair half undone - an idea is already coiling at the back of your mind. "-until I can't stand."

"Or talk?"

And when your hand loosens on her wrists, her posture slumps like it's relief, that you're finally going to move along in a direction she's getting some satisfaction from -

Hyewon shakes her head in a moment that's almost blissed.

"You," her voice breaks on the tail end, "fucking wish you could shut me up that easily -"

In a motion almost gentle, you twist the length of hair down around her, from her scalp to her jaw, and wrap it around a hand. "Let's see if you'll change your mind, shall we."

There's a sharp draw of air in past her lips, just one sound, not a word. No proper rebuttal. She bites down, teeth clicking.

So you pull.

And this isn't some revelation, that Hyewon's cunt is heaven. Slick and tight, the fit around your cock and the gasp escaping the base of her throat - that isn't new. You've been here countless times, fucked her past her breaking point, beyond what should reasonably satisfy her or satisfy you, but that still doesn't take away from this incredible, heady rush that pulses through your entire body. It never stops getting better, not inch-after-fucking-inch the way you're bottoming out inside Hyewon's body and feel how hard the rest of her muscles tense up in the contact, how her pussy tightens and quivers, and grips around the entirety of your cock, the briefest taste of pleasure and release before it's pulled back just out of her reach - overstimulated, until Hyewon cries out.

You expect, predict the fight, the whimpers that spill out of her mouth with every slap of your skin and the breathless way she begs, pleads, like she'd rather her pride take it from her than have your fingers tug her hair up, right out of her scalp, with your arm locked around her lower waist. With your cock pumping faster, faster and a pressure, hot and inescapable, right there - the friction building - the slippery-wet heat sliding along your shaft with every stroke until you bottom out and her next exhale is a sob.

A goddamn fucking sob and the warm gush of liquid down her thighs - all on you. You fingers are pressed into her ass, pulling onto you, steading her bounce - and Hyewon finds her breathing uneven, as you smear wet across the curve of her backside, rubbing circles into her lower back as you catch up on the rhythm she'd lost.

"This tight little cunt, huh," you tease, and she nods so desperately it seems like she might snap. Like she might cry again and this time for real, a drop of her eye color past the blush, streaking down her cheek. You have the wherewithal to remember your character, your blocking, your lines: "this is what your husband won't do? Won't fuck you on every piece of furniture until you're a ruined fucked-out mess? Doesn't have the decency to work over his little slutty-wife until she's passed out, dripping with cum?"

Hyewon's fingers curl up into two balls of white knuckles and she chokes on her reply. "He won't."

"Tell him. He has a hot and dirty little piece of ass right under his own roof-"

"You think," and the string of words trails off when you manage to grind in, at this angle that has her reeling, trembling at every shift and jerk in momentum. Your knuckles drag against her soft and giving curves, almost gripping at her in the attempt to hold her down on you. "-my husband isn't enough."

"Well you wanted me to fuck the domestic housewife out of you," you murmur, taking two greedy handfuls of the ass bouncing in your lap, rubbing your palms along her hips, up and around the shape of her abdomen and her ribcage like you'd map it, memorize it. She wants this, you know this: your palms come around and over and brush your thumbs against her rising gooseflesh - she's putty in your hands. "No strings attached, remember, a one night kind of thing-"

"My husband loves me."

"Then it seems-"

"He makes me cum with his hands alone."

Your jaw works tight - Hyewon's cunt feels as good wrapped around you as she says your cock feels making a mess of it.

"Tells me he'd die happy hearing me moan his name."

"Oh, because no matter where he goes," you say, fingers wrapping under and around the back of her neck, forcing her to look you in the eye, "no matter what, your sweet cunt's the only one his mouth is ever watering for, isn't that right-"

A blink, lashes thick and feathering down and over the pools of her pupils as you have a hold of her tight.

You're having a hard time with this, and you want to give it to her, the toe-curling-crescendo that would see her cumming at your will, or worse, losing the plot completely and your entire setup falling away from the charade of characters you'd both conjured. But she looks at you like she's never loved anyone like she loves you, the naked, barefaced devotion, the tenderness - a quick breath, a second - and the game is suddenly something far more personal, a truth. It isn't exactly fair: how your heart stutters. How much her heartbeat makes your pulse flutter, the electrifying rush you get when you fuck roughly up into her tight, wet cunt and make her bite down on nothing in the throes another orgasm.

You barely have a second to think of something coherent, let alone an out before she kisses you. If that isn’t totally disarming. So you move her into the next, flipping her onto her stomach, and she does nothing to fight back: Hyewon just lies there - the side of her face plastered to the comforter - exhausted, and gives a willing, malleable moan at the contact where your hand digs into the shape of her upper thighs, spreading them out as her elbows struggle behind her back.

"Here, baby," you say, finally unwinding the silk knot between her wrists, "I'll have you like the little desperate fucktoy you really are."

There's the bite to her bottom lip, the whole five seconds it takes for her hands to spread out and twist her fingers tight in the bedspread, before she whines - full-throated - and rocks back onto her toes to arch her back.

(See, the thing: Hyewon likes being fucked within an inch of her life. On all fours and pleading for more.)

With your free hand, you reach around her to run over her inner thighs.

Hyewon brings her grip to the bottom of the bed frame, for purchase, or leverage, you don't know, and in one simple motion, you slip your cock back deep inside her pussy.

You curse under your breath.

Hyewon fucking collapses.

It's a dangerous combination, having her begging and you nearly fully clothed while she's wearing barely more than this thin strip of black silk around her waist and a stocking on one leg, but you can't help it - she looks good this way.

"Fuck," she spits out, voice lost when your hips find hers in this wet, sloppy crash of skin that gets louder, faster and more punishing on each beat. "Like that, oh my God-"

Her whimpering only gets worse - when you start only pulling out halfway, until she's gasping like she can't breathe. You think there isn't a more wonderful, more obscene, more gorgeous thing than Hyewon spread out in front of you - the curve of her spine defining each and every one of the lines, dips, and rises of her body - and you would thank God or some higher deity right about now.

It’s fuck and please and every other little pliant utterance of “fuck my brains out, use me, make me beg, I'm so turned on right now I'll let you fuck me anyway you want - harder, faster, I can do whatever, just show me how, make me, push and fuck me hard until I'm raw and aching - god - like this, let me cum, please, let me - keep fucking going, oh my god, please, like this, fuck, just like this-"

You do thank God, actually - there's mirrors everywhere in this room, and you can catch the circular swing of her tits every time you force a curse and a sigh out of her: the bared teeth and the effort to push herself back on her arms, bracing for every thrust, fighting and fumbling to keep her balance and to make sure you have to pound her into the mattress until her cries reach a pitch.

Then, the thing you'd learned she'd never ask for but oh-so-dearly-wanted - you open your palm and bring it down hard on her backside. The impact of your flesh to hers, a crack, a moan and her whole body flexes - and it's then you do it again: matching the hit to the visible red outline of your handprint. The third time, she hisses, biting into the bed sheets so as not to cry out.

"Right? This is what you want? To be fucked and used?"

She doesn't reply with words, because she may in fact be biting her teeth into the cotton threadcount at the end of the bed, but she lifts her ass higher, angles her hips like she's waiting for more. Her brow is creased in a smile, even though a frustrated groan escapes her lips - so you give her that again, and again, until the back of her thighs are turning red and she's clawing one hand back along the length of your legs - pushing and pulling.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, sweetheart?"

And then, so needy and desperate she's just saying the first word that come to mind:

"More-"

"-when I've been railing into you so hard and your husband probably knows already, has to have seen, maybe he's listening at the door- oh," and your whole train of thought comes to a sudden halt upon seeing Hyewon's hand land on the perfect round of her ass, fingers pulling her soft, reddening skin taut, up and away from where your cock is disappearing between her cheeks - to allow more of your shaft into her hot, wet cunt - allow you to fuck her and fuck her up - allow the length of your shaft to slide deeper and hit all the spots that will send her reeling into this orgasm and the next.

Your gaze is stuck however, not to her curves rippling in excess, the damage of your thrusts pounding her body to ruin, or the look of flawless pleasure twisting up the pretty features of Hyewon's reflection, but instead it's the fucking flash and catch of the diamond that adorns her fourth finger. Even when you have her completely helpless, bent on your mercy, she's still wearing that promise, that intention to have and to hold, and you think, for at least a second, this whole roleplay thing isn't the worst idea: being a surrogate to fulfill someone's wildest fantasies. It might even be enough to make you hard all over again - the thrill and the debasement of your girl, lines quickly blurring between the Hyewon you'll take home and put back together and the Hyewon you're fucking pouding into a mattress - the here and now.

"Fuck, Hyewon," you find yourself swearing - steadying the hips rolling back in your palms, bending down until the flat of your chest meets her back, until your nose is in her hair, the long strands sticking to her lips and the back of her ears. Until you feel her shaking as you suckle against her skin, at her neck, hot kisses between the shoulder blades, finding a grip in her hands. Her grip in yours - as she's muffling these exquisite, needy sounds; she is perfect. Hyewon is perfect.

The first time you cum, it's this hot splatter of white: smeared across her ass and the crease of her lower back. It feels almost dirty to think that's just how you feel about it; your heart is stuttering in its erratic pace, but your eyes are drawn and enraptured, the sight of it all.

Then second, maybe your favorite: when she slips her hand to your aching shaft and simply takes you back inside her. This soft, wet, inviting heat that pulls you back to her.

"God- please," her head tips back, you feel the arch of her back through her ribs and stomach, the way her breath catches as you slide your cock through her creamed-out-cunt so much harder and smoother. "It feels so fucking good, baby," and there are tears now, welling in the corner of her eyes, "don't stop, God don't ever stop-"

She can barely finish her sentence before she's cut off, a moan ripped from the bottom of her lungs and a gasp straight from the pain-pleasure that has your balls slapping against her pussy every other stroke. And suddenly she's sitting, or rather, squirming into your arms, her face buried in your shoulders as she starts riding you, and not-quite crying and saying again - again, the whole filthy lot of things: about her wanting you to fill her, to plug her up with your cock. Every thrust she whines in your ears, clutching onto the fabric of your shirt and making a mess of herself in you.

It's this wild and reckless thing that makes its way around the room, on every surface and bit of furniture. You fuck her over the counter, let her ride you on the sofa, the chair, the two of you managing to find some sort of assistance in the wall even, the door frame, her legs up your sides and the slippery-sticky-heat of your mouths connecting and everything that isn't exactly meant to support that kind of strain buckling and nearly giving way - once when the wooden joints in the door-frame shift, once when she begs for release in that frantic voice that doesn't sound a thing like her. And the way she comes apart under you after, on top of you - is even sweeter; you imagine there's this endless possibility for love, for pleasure, a whole world in bundled in the notion that you could do it for her again, that it was always a question of Hyewon letting you have her that way, and the rest was mere foreplay - a stretch.

Only, on the bed again, Hyewon shivers beneath you, this full-body response, and you've got her stretched as she opens up - that the slightest of movements has her already whimpering out "fuck," and "please," and "right there," and "fuck you're going to make me come like this. You're so good, just fucking," and "more, harder, please, you feel so fucking good-"

The desperation for release is so palpable in her that it's curling into your stomach as your press Hyewon's knees into the points and edges of her shoulders and fold in her half - this perfect angle of leverage. Fucking her like she's yours and no one else's - the absolute delight of her cunt, wet, hot, and desperate to milk you empty - her body quaking at the force of each thrust, and the hungry grind of your hips into hers. Her fingers digging and knotting in the sheets around you until her knuckles pale, and your own grasp on her skin threatens to bruise.

"Inside me," she gasps out, because she can feel that edge just as well as you, "I want you to fill me, just cum inside, God, you always feel so amazing, fuck, like that, cum inside me, cum in me-"

"How could I say no, especially when you ask so sweetly," you tell her, kissing into her smile, "can you take another? Baby, look at me, look into my eyes, yeah? Look right back at me."

Her eyes blink and roll back a bit, almost losing focus and her eyelashes flutter - the creases in her brow, the elegant lines of her face locking up in the overwhelming tension, then, a peak.

And a demand, meekly asking you to fill her up. Until there's nothing left. "Cum," Hyewon moans, "for the love of fuck-"

You push her past her climax until she's practically weeping, sobbing through a litany of nonsense and slurred, unfinished sentences and almost howls, struggling beneath your weight and coaxing her fingers over the surge at the base of your spine. Before a hot liquid mess bursts out of you, into the deepest reach of Hyewon's throbbing cunt - cumming inside her, while you hold her down, not allowing her to move as your hips lock and you're both left groaning in utter agony.

(This was the thing you'd told her once - cumming inside her was almost always worth the effort it took to clean it all back out. You like the possessive aspect of it, maybe the slight humiliation, and more than anything, she'll just melt: once she's gone past the immediate discomfort. If anyone could really learn to get off on feeling a little filthy, it's the two of you. And she knows that too, Hyewon's eager little pout intimates, as she blinks down to watch where the two of you connect.)

You don't say much for the next while. If there's a line where this particular escapade blends back into your normal life, where the Hyewon curled up in the sheets is your own girl and not some half-conceived entity that didn't fit the reality of the rest of the evening, or how you see Hyewon everyday, even then, it’s not clear.

She's utterly boneless - this fragile, dazed thing that runs her palms all the way around her breasts and pulls up her stockings a little further up the line of her hips, as if you weren't going to peel them back and slip them all the way off when you had the wherewithal to handle it. But the strength in her isn't entirely lost either, she looks ready to burst: this air of pride and smugness - victory, right in her grin, which isn't totally surprising. Hyewon usually gets an odd satisfaction out of your participation in whatever hedonistic or obscene thing it is she wants to try.

This was her fantasy - maybe not a deeply rooted or unattainable one, but she'd worked out some kinks of hers and has walked away a far better woman for it, knowing what a sight she is to you. Like this.

"That was... fun," Hyewon eventually says, collecting articles of clothing strewn about the room.

Her shoes are one of two sets in the shoe-rack, but she'll have to look around and under the bed to find her dress. It would probably be some strange level of easy to play dumb and wait until she comes to the conclusion on her own that she should bend down and check down there, but she looks a little too worn out to really be interested in her clothes, more like, ready for the next part.

"We should do it again," her gaze lands, intent, and serious, back to you.

"Which part?" you have to ask, because you're probably still, a little slow on the uptake.

A small laugh, the sly smirk to herself; she knows she has you wrapped so perfectly around her finger, ready to bend to whatever game she can come up with: "whichever part you like."

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Play With Me?

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Warnings- 18+, MDNI, plus sized!fem!reader, praise (pretty girl, doll, sweets, honey, good girl), inexperienced reader (never orgasmed), fingering,

Characters- plus sized!fem!reader X soft!Eddie Munson

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Eddie sat on the edge of his bed with his legs spread while you stood frozen between them. “Well, doll?”

Well he said like it was no big deal. Was it a big deal? This is what you wanted after all, wanted him, here, naked and waiting. Not necessarily waiting, actually, but you wanted him. “Well,” you paused. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your entire body watching as your arms crossed over your bare breast and stomach. “I’ve never, I mean, I have but…” “Take your time, pretty girl, we can go at whatever pace works for you.” You took a breath nodding to acknowledge him. Your arms uncoiled from your torso, exposing your plush skin. You’d both been nude in front of each other before but this was new, intimidating. “Eddie,” you sighed, “I want this, want you.” There was a hesitation in your tone, Eddie reached out, taking hold of your hand. “I’m not rushing you, sweetness, I will be as gentle, as kind, as patient, and as good as I can be for you. Tell me what you need?” Eddie- hardcore, rough around the edges, blasting metal till your ears bleed- Munson was here in the palm of your hand. Waiting to do whatever you asked of him. He gave your hand a squeeze, “I want,” you hesitated “...need…need you to put your hands here.” You spoke, bringing his hands just beneath your breasts. His hands were warm, calloused fingers pad at your supple skin. You moved closer, stepping carefully into his parted legs.

Eddie’s hands carefully explored your skin, padding their way around your breast. His fingers worked their way up to your nipples, pausing for your consent. “Come on honey, I know you can use your words and tell me what you need like a good girl.” “Want you to touch me.” you managed to squeak out. “Aw sweets, I am touching you.” Eddie wiggled his fingers against your tits, just barely missing your nipples. The lack of touch was frustrating. You needed more, his hands to grope your breasts, tongue and lips exploring every inch of your body, you needed him in any way possible. You let out a whine, unsatisfied.

“C’mon, words for me” he urged, waiting for you to spill every last dirty secret you held so tightly to yourself. “I want you to play with me, wanna feel good Eddie,” you pleaded. Play with me. The words ping ponged back and forth in his head. Here you were, stripped to nothing but your lacy panties wanting so much, yet asking so little. Eddie’s hands tapped your skin again, you nodded. With that, his fingers found their way to your nipples, thumbs pressing softly against them. It wasn’t much, a wave of relief washed over you breaking any tension in the room.

Still standing between his legs, you shuffled closer, earning more pressure from his thumbs. His fingers slid in little circles on your skin. “Feels good, Eds, need more,” you hummed as your head tilted backwards. “Can we try something?” Eddie asked, watching you slowly become more comfortable with his touch. You nodded, tilting your head back up to stare down at him with curious eyes. His fingers stopped as he moved you beside him. Eddie closed his legs, patting his lap for you to sit on. You went to straddle him, but he shook his head. “No honey, want you to sit with your back to my chest.” Confused, you listened, sitting as he asked.

His hands snaked up your body, making their way back to your chest. In front of you was a small, slightly cracked mirror. Eddie’s eyes met yours, watching as he carefully started circling your nipples again. You stared, blushing as Eddie’s pace quickened. Your legs parted slightly, “Eds, more,” you begged. His lips found themselves pressing against your bare shoulder, sloppily kissing anywhere he could. Your hands landed on top of his, forcing more pressure into his squeezing. Eddie took his time with your tits. Fingers squeezing around them, pinching and pulling each sensitive bud.

Soft “uh huhs” filled the empty room around you two. Eddie adjusted himself, letting one hand continue to pinch and pull at your tit, the other gliding slowly down your midriff. Excitement bubbled in your stomach, it was unfamiliar. You moaned with each movement of his and moved your body rhythmically against his.

Eddie felt you wiggling in his lap, your ass grinding against his stirring cock. “Can I touch you baby?” He hummed sweetly watching you squirm with pleasure. “Please Eds, need to feel you.” His hand slipped over the plush skin of your stomach, dipping into your panties. With new anticipation your breath caught in your throat. “This okay?”

“Uh huh, just new, keep going, please.” His fingers travelled between your wet folds, easily finding your clit. You jolted at the sensation as his fingers pressed against you. Slowly, pleasure surged through you as Eddie rubbed your sensitive buds simultaneously. Your hand matched his, groping your neglected tit, body rocking with the feeling. A pit formed in your belly, sending shocks through your nerves. “Oh, Eds, god, wanna feel you.”

“You wanna feel God baby?” he chuckled. You squeezed your thick thighs together around his hand, “Nuh uh, you, Eds. Wanna feel you.” Without hesitation, Eddie spun you around, pinning you to the bed. He loomed above you, lips crashing against yours. Eddie kissed you like he would never be able to kiss again, tongue and teeth crashing into one another, sucking either of your lips. You both wiggled yourselves up towards the head of his bed, Eddie now kneeling on either side of you. His hands were pressed beside your head while yours pulled him in. You smoothed a hand down your belly trying to reach the same pleasure he had been giving you before.

Eddie’s cock rubbed furiously against your skin as you grinded against each other. You wiggled your fingers, trying to elicit the same feeling yet couldn’t do it. You huffed in frustration. Eddie shifted from your lips to kissing down your jaw and neck. He leaned closer, letting one arm support him. The other quickly found yours, tangling your fingers together as he circled your clit yet again. You cried out in pleasure as his fingers dipped into your soaking hole. “So wet f’me. Good girl,” he had you melting. His fingers slid in and out of your pussy flicking up with each thrust. The pads of his fingers easily knocked against your g-spot, fingers moving in an up and down repetitive motion. “Eds, ngh, eds please,” you cried out with a slightly worried tone. “What is it sweets,”

“Feel funny,” you mumbled.

“Where?” Your hand pressed against your lower belly.

“H-here, Eds I gotta…” You were cut off by a sloppy kiss. Against your lips Eddie murmured “Gotta what baby?” You couldn’t respond. The feeling was strangely familiar, you’d been here before it just wasn’t as intense. You remembered the sensation of fingers touching you, everywhere, inside and out. Panic suddenly became pleasure, Eddies moans pulling you back to reality. Waves of euphoria washed over you as you moved your body with his fingers. Up, down, up, down, up, down, in. Up, down, up, down, up, up, up. His fingers hit the soft, spongy spot inside you at a relentless pace.

You moaned his name loudly, each thrust of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The bubble burst, you cried out moaning his name over and over again. Moans quickly became babbling. Eddie’s fingers slowed, as he slid them out of you. “Hey, hey pretty girl look at me.” Your eyes fluttered open, gazing back at him. “What do you feel?” It was a simple question, but you were unsure how to respond. Good was an understatement. You nodded at him, eyes glazed over. “Aw sweets, did I give you what you wanted?” “Needed.” You corrected him softly. Eddie smiled, “I can show you so much more pretty girl.” The idea of more was intimidating, but it excited you. “Maybe we rest first, hm?” Eddie suggested. You hummed softly, agreeing. Eddie moved off of you, shuffling the blanket over you. With a bit of awkward shuffling, Eddie slipped back into his boxers and pulled your panties back on to your tired legs.

“Eds?”

“Mhm?” “What about you?” You sat up and stared at his still hard cock practically springing out of his boxers. “Oh no, this, no, it's nothing. You feel good, that's all that matters.” Eddie was a horrible liar. He pressed his palm against his hard-on accidentally letting out a groan. “Eds, let me help you.” You pleaded with big, begging eyes. “Sweets no, you’re tired, we can rest.” “But Eddie,”

“Hm?” “I wanna play with you.”

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Tears Falling Down at the Party

Oscar and Y/N have their Halloween traditions. This year, they're apart and she has to make up for it.

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The Mexican Grand Prix just so happened to fall on Halloween weekend. Which sucked for Y/N who was used to having Oscar home for Halloween weekend.

They'd made a tradition of it. Buying a bucket full of candy and watching scary movies, living room, lit by pumpkins they'd carved together. Every year Y/N's uncle would have a Halloween party and the two of them would dress up to keep her cousins happy. It was always a couples costume, Y/N buying or making them while Oscar reluctantly came along.

This year there was no pumpkins, no candy, no Oscar.

He was in Mexico and Y/N was in their shared flat in London. She missed him a fuck load, missed their traditions.

To make up for lack of Oscar, Y/N's friends had organised a girls day. They'd brought over pumpkins to carve and Halloween themed food and drinks.

"Are you calling Osc tonight?" Asked one of the girls as they drew faces on their pumpkins.

Y/N shook her head. "Not with the time zone differences," she answered as she drew the face on her pumpkin. Hers had heart eyes and a zigzag smile.

"Hang on!" Another friend shouted as she reached for a ghost shaped pretzel. "What if we did one of those pumpkin head photoshoots? We could send the pictures to Oscar," she suggested, her eyebrows going up and down.

"What if we did a lingerie shoot?" Another friend quietly suggested.

That was actually a good idea, Y/N realised as she looked at her pumpkin. She and her friends could do a lingerie photoshoot to send to Oscar while he was in Mexico. It was a brilliant idea. "Let's do it," she said grabbed the knife from the middle of the floor.

The girls began carving their pumpkins while Y/N carved a hole in the bottom of her pumpkin, one big enough for her for her head. After she'd done that, she scraped out the inside of her pumpkin until their was nothing left.

And then it was onto the head. She carved the heart eyes out carefully and pushed them out. "What do we think?" Y/N asked as she placed it on her head. Her friends let out a series of whops and cheers, one of them even snapping a picture.

Y/N carved out the smile. It was tricky work, and she had to do it piece by piece until the smile was entirely cut out.

"Ladies, I think we're ready," she said and held up her pumpkin head.

The girls piled into Y/N and Oscar's room, searching through her draw of underwear for lingerie. One found a black, lacy body suit, another found a matching pair of red underwear, a small gem hanging from where the cups met. There was one last set, green, with suspenders on the panties.

Y/N quickly got changed into the body suit. She placed the pumpkin on her head and let her friends position her.

They really were amazing. Her friends were there for over an hour, taking pictures of her to send to Oscar. Most were on her on the bed, some with candy raining down onto her, some of her pretending to lick a lolly pop with the candy head.

As soon as they were done, Y/N sent every single picture to Oscar. She got dressed and placed the pumpkin out on her balcony. "Thanks, guys," she said to her friends as they sat down to watch movies.

"Just tell us what Oscar says."

Oscar, well, he was shocked. With the race over, he was able to rush to the airport to get to the plane and back to his girlfriend.

As Oscar waited at the gate, headphones in his ears, his phone pinged several times. A message from Y/N. With hearts in his eyes, Oscar opened the message.

His cheeks were flaming as he looked through the pictures. A lingerie photoshoot with Y/N wearing a pumpkin head. He knew exactly who it was, he could recognise her body anywhere.

Oscar left one message before he boarded the plane.

Holy fuck.

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sashiavi · 7 months

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Diluc knew he was pathetic.

A shining starlit in the big city, a monopoly on the finest wines money could buy, an elusive bachelor featured in far too many articles. He had a personal Assistant, easy on the eyes, pretty as can be, the sweetest girl he'd ever come by. He owned half of the city, inherited estates, lived lavishly and yet here he was. Pegged down to a dumb, pathetic mess.

Diluc knew he had better things to put his time towards - The charity that wouldn't stop blowing up his emails for an opportunity to use his face. The pressing paperwork scattered across his hardwood desk, long forgotten for the night. The staccato pings from his phone, messages from who knows, trying to get his precious attention. And yet he couldn't bring himself to care.

Diluc was preoccupied.

His eyes were glued to his personal computer, into a monitor with far too many hertz necessary for his daily life. One hand types at his keyboard, the other, palms at his weeping, clothed cock. Diluc had an infatuation. A near obsession towards the pretty girl on his screen. His darling Assistant.

Diluc couldn't recall how and when he stumbled across your stream. He knew he felt shocked, and perhaps even appalled. His mind screamed at him to back out, click the x button, file for a termination of your contract to save his reputation and yet. He couldn't ignore the soft swell of his cock in his trousers, pressing against the hard seam of the fabric. His eyes were glued to your half naked form, clad in the softest, prettiest colour of lace and silk. A stark difference to your pin straight blouse and skirt, ridged and pristine, just as he was. His eyes danced around your set up, personalized with soft fairy lights and pretty things. His eyes zero in on you, focusing on the sweet squeeze of your pussy around a thick fake cock, pressed past the pretty lace of your panties. That night Diluc found something to look forward to - Every week day you'd be by his side with a clipboard and coffee in hand. One night a week, he watched your pretty cunt swallow up the thick, squishy length of a dildo, aided by his never ending donations and text praise.

"Hey, Red.. I missed you~" Diluc's daydream is cut short by your pretty voice ringing in his ears. Before he even knew it he had typed up a quick tip to let you know he was watching.

Dark_Red : [ You look gorgeous tonight ] $50

He wasn't wrong. You had tweaked your makeup from the last he saw you, opting for something a little more out there than your usual work look. He honestly preferred you this way, eyes dazzling in sparkles and colours, pretty blush rosing your cheeks oh so cutely. You dressed in a pretty set of lingerie, just covering enough for his imagination to run rampant. He wondered if you wore them under your blouse, pretty lacy panties under your the black pencil skirt. He wondered if maybe.. He could sneak a little peak sometime, spill a drink on your shirt, drop a pen and watch you pick it up.

"Thank you Red~ You're always so sweet to me.. Love it when you drop by, making me feel special~" You wink into the camera, coming close, pressing your breasts together with your arms. You blow a kiss to him, oh so sweet with a smile on your lips. His heart jumps, his neck warms with an embarrassingly red blush.

Dark_Red : [ It's always a pleasure to visit you, Darling. Missed you so much ♡ ] $70

His free hand types quickly, tapping away with his corny words, unashamed. You give the webcam a pretty pout, a soft downturned smile, a sweet glint in your eye. You wriggle in your spot, carefully tracing over the intricate lace and buckles adorned on your top. Your fingers threaten to pull at the fabric, snapping the elastic into your skin with a soft sigh. Diluc bites the inside of his cheek and squeezes at his clothed length.

"You guys wanna see my tits? Yeah..? Gotta beg for them big boy~ C'mon.. Beg to see them baby." Diluc should be embarrassed at how quickly he taps at his keys. He has to rival the other viewers, keep your attention solely on him.

Dark_Red : [ Please, show me your pretty tits Baby.. Gotta see them - Need to see you Sweetheart ♡♡ ] $150

His donations steadily rise, not that he would worry. Diluc had a near endless pool of money, he was sure he could swim in it if he so chose to. If he had to buy his way to you then so be it. He could spend it all on you, treat you to the fanciest foods, the prettiest dresses, serve at your hand and foot. He'd make sure you'd never have to work again for at least three life times.

"Nawh.. Red you're always spoiling me.. Am I your favourite girl?" You poke at him cheekily. Gods if only you knew.

Dark_Red : [ You're my only girl, Sweetheart.. My pretty girl. ] $100

You give an airy giggle, arousal spits from your throat and trickles into your laugh. Slowly, you pick at your pretty bra top, hooking a finger into each side of the cup, pulling the fabric down and revealing just a taste of your nipples. The chat floods as the action begins, with countless babbles of praise and degradation. Diluc blissfully ignores them, focusing his eyes on you, watching as you slowly unclasp the latch on your top. You hug your arms around your fallen, lacy top, barely keeping the cups secure to your body. Gods you were a tease and he loved it.

"Wanna see them?" You ask, squishing the soft plush of your tits together with a cock of your head. You batter your eyelashes, giving a cheeky smirk as the chat floods once again.

Dark_Red : [ Show me, Darling ] $100

Diluc types out shamelessly, eyes blown out and in awe, chest tight in anticipation for your next move. You read his message and shrug with a side grin, slowly letting the pretty fabric drop from your form. Diluc takes in a breath, no matter how many times he sees you, you always stun him. You giggle and cutely shake your chest to the camera, showing off your pretty, perky nipples, hardened from the cool air. You pinch at your nipples, whining softly before turning around, showing off your naked back and pretty, lacy panties.

You bend over, pretty ass to the webcam, hugged sweetly by the taught elastic of your underwear. Diluc audibly groans, pushing hard into the head of his cock. You wiggle your hips, making your soft ass jiggle for the camera. Your pretty pussy strains against the silky fabric, hugged tight, looking fat and puffy just for him. Gods he wants a taste, wants to sink his teeth into the fat swell of your cunny through your panties. He spots a wet patch in your underwear, pooling dark with your arousal. He'd give anything to press his nose into your cunt, lick and lap at you from behind, taste your sweet slick on his tongue.

He hears a soft humming giggle and watches your fingers play with the elastic of your waistband. Slowly, slowly you pull your panties down, revealing the sweet, slick mess of your pussy. Your arousal drools over your folds, sticking to the silk of your panties with a drippy string. Diluc absent-mindedly wets his lips with his tongue, poking it between his lips.

He doesn't know how he can look you in the eye the next day. Maybe he wanted you to know just how stupid he was for you, how pathetic he felt in your presence. How much he wanted to pin you to his cluttered desk and lap at your pretty, puffy pussy. How he wanted to dig his nose into your clit, kiss and lick and tease your sweet cunt with his lips. Gods knows he'd worship you, hump the air pathetically while he suckles at your achey clit, focusing on your pleasure over his own. He'd fuck you good, maybe even use one of your little bullet vibrators on your clit to make sure you gushed on his cock. He'd praise you, pet you, caress you, let you walk over him in your pretty, stiletto heels. You could take anything and everything from him and he'd surely thank you for it.

"Hmm~ Like what you see Baby?" You wiggle your hips again, showing off your bare cunt, slick and wet in the soft light of your room. Gods did he. The sight of you could make him cream in his pants. He works his button open, fishing out his aching hard cock, idly stroking at it while he watches you pretty pussy. You dip your fingers in, stretching out your tight walls, arousal making a mess over your hands and thighs. Diluc nearly drools, pumping at his cock while you finger yourself open, wet and slick and loud just for him to hear. He was deluded, and he didn't care.

Dark_Red : [ Love seeing you like this, Sweetheart ♡ ] $80

He relishes in the soft ding your stream makes with his fat donations, special and unique compared to the silly little blips in the chat. He hears you giggle again. You spread your fingers, pushing your wet pussy lips apart for the webcam to see. Your creamy arousal dribbles down your cunt, your hole clenches on nothing. He'd do anything to stick his own fingers into you, have you moaning and keening into him while he finger bangs your pussy. Have you squirt all over his lap and desk, messing up all the important paperwork he'd have out.

"Think I deserve a treat?" Your voice calls. You deserved everything in his eyes. He sees you reach over, grabbing something from off of the frame. He knows what's coming, he'd tuned in to enough of your streams before. The thick, squishy head of a dildo comes into view, practically shrinking your pretty pussy with its size in comparison. You tease at the camera, tapping the tip against your gushy hole, creating the wettest slapping sounds in his ears. The pings roll in, tiny little donations flood your chat, begging for you to shove it into your cunt.

Dark_Red : [ Wanna see you ride it Sweetheart.. Watch it bulge in your belly. Can you do that for me? ♡ ] $250

He watches you glance over and read his message. The smile you give nearly stops his heart. You face the camera front on, pretty body open for all to see. You get on your knees, resting your weight on your thighs, squishing them deliciously under you. You continue to tease the squishy tip of the dildo against your clit, tapping it gently on your core. You're giggly again, talking to the stream in a silly tone.

"Want me to ride it? Take it like a good girl? Yeah..?" You tease. Diluc's cock twitches in his hand, dribbling hot beads of pre down his knuckles. He taps at his keyboard, half delusional, drowning in anticipation.

Dark_Red : [ Take that cock Darling. Be a good girl and Ride it. Ride it for me.. Don't wanna disappoint me, do you? ♡ ] $2500

Diluc's finger slips on his keys, punching in one too many zeros into the donation balance. Fuck he didn't care. Not when you gasp so cutely, gush his name so sweetly, promising you'll treat him extra special for being such a sweetheart.

"Oh Red~ You treat me so well.. So, so well~ I'll take this cock just for you, 'Kay?" Your excitement isn't hidden, you lay it out all for him. He ignores the squabbling in the chat, the other men fighting for your attention, if anything, it drives him further into his delusion. You were his and his alone, his sweet assistant, his pretty thing, all spread out as per his request, all for him. Diluc watches you sink down on the thick, rubber toy, watching as the fat tip presses into your tummy. He grips his cock in time, squeezing at his length with his palm all to replicate the tight clench of your pussy.

"Ahn~ Your big cock feels so good~ Filling me up so full.. Love your big cock! Yeah~ Love it so much" He watches you babble as you ride on the thick length of the dildo. Your pretty tits bounce with your movement, framing the rest of your body oh so perfectly. Fuck. What'd he'd do to have you ride in his lap. To have you hug his big, thick cock with your warm cunt, keep him nice and snug while he works through the day.

He fists at his cock while you bounce on the thick, squishy length of your dildo. Your moans nearly rival the soft, squishy gushy slick of your cunt as you fuck yourself. He palms into his achey, velvet head, rubbing his thumb over the sticky slit of his cock. Would you lap at him? Lick up his salty pre? Chastise him for making a mess? For letting it dribble down the length of his cock? Gods, he hoped you would. Hoped you'd tell him off for being a dirty man, a pervert, chastise him for looking a little too long by edging him on and on. He'd let you do it too, anything to make you happy.

Yeah, he'd fill you up with his fat cock, choke you from the inside out. He'd plow you good, fuck up into your gummy spot, make sure you came again and again on his length. Diluc wants to worship you, spoil you with treats and his thick cock. He'd let you use him, any way you pleased he'd be at your mercy. Fuck he didn't care as long as it was with you.

He watches your pretty pussy suck in the fat length of the dildo, listens to your cute moans as you grind down again and again. He feels the all too familiar twist in his groin, a pulsing ache that threatens to make him whimper. Your moans flood his ears, soft staccato notes as you bounce and hump against the fake cock in your cunt. Diluc has half the mind to type out one last message.

Dark_Red : [ Always look so pretty when you cum, Darling.. Come for me, let it out sweetheart, cum on that cock. ] $3000

His bank account could run dry and he wouldn't care. As long as the pretty girl on his screen was happy. He sees you read his message, bouncing up and now harder and faster, squealing and babbling the sweetest sentences together. He fists at his cock, pumping it with the same vigor as you, milking at the tip with a flick of his wrist.

Diluc was right. You were pretty when you cum. He watches your sweet pussy quiver and squirt all over your bed sheets, making a sticky mess you'd surely have to clean up.

"Feels good! Feels so good! Cumming for you! Just for you! All for you Red~" You cry and cry, rubbing at your clit as you ride out your gushing orgasm on the fake cock. Diluc audibly growls, squeezing hard at his cock, shooting thick, rivulets of hot cum all over his knuckles. He grits his teeth hard, never taking his eyes off of your beautiful self. He milks at his length with his fist, surely sending him into a heated spike of overstimulation. He wanted to make it last, clasp his hand around his thick head just to imagine the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his cock. He relishes in your wispy whimpers as you come down, jumping when you bump your clit on the thick length of the dildo when you slowly pull it out of your pussy. He does it again, licks his lips, imagines how sweet you'd be if he wrapped his lips around your achey cunny.

You blow a sweet kiss to the camera, face dopey and smiley before the screen goes blank. Diluc is forced to reveal his own mess of a reflection, eyes blown wide, lips bitten red, hand and trousers soaked in a sticky mess of his cum. Diluc will retire for the night, slipping into a hot shower and make his way into bed.

And when he meets you again in the morrow, dressed up nice and neat, not a hair out of place. He'll smile, wish you 'Good Morning' and take a sip from his coffee. He'll ask how your night went and smile and nod when you shyly give him some other story. He knows all too well what you got up to. If he thinks about it for too long, he feels his pants get a little tighter.

Diluc knew he was pathetic - But he couldn't care less.

I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him omg I love him

Diluc is a rich in the streets and a bitch in the sheets 😔

Yippie 2 in 1 day yippieee

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lilmashae · 8 months

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ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤perverted!roommate — y.jw

cw: pervert!roommate jungwon, 1/4 plot + 3/4 smut

genre: smut (18+)

[READ]: i think i've gotten over my block! i might even write for jjk or op later 💋

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you didn't see jungwon when you got home, you didn't think anything of it. "he's probably in his room," you mumbled to yourself, walking into your bedroom.

you layed there for a couple of hours — the shared apartment was still quiet. bored, you had decided to order take out, taking a shower as you awaited the delivery. after you got out, you changed into something more comfortable: a tee shirt and shorts.

ping! your delivery is here ☺

"yes!" you squealed, prancing out into the living room. opening the door you accepted your bag from the delivery-driver, "thanks!" waving them off you turned around to enter the inside when — "shit!" you jumped, " you almost made me drop my food... 'didn't even know you were here."

"ah — i'm sorry. i've been home all day, you ordered without me?" he asked, trying to quickly change the subject. jungwon was really hoping, no, praying you wouldn't notice anything, the flush of his face or the way he just crept out of your bedroom. unfortunately for him, you did.

"were you in my room, wonnie? ya' looking for somethin' ?"

"uhm, no! no, no i was just... just seeing if you were home."

he wasn't lying — technically, he was checking to see if you were home. he was checking so that he could return the freshly washed pair of lacy underwear he stole from your top-drawer after using them (multiple times) to get off (so that you could wear them again, so he could steal them again, so he could wash them and sneakily return them to you, again).

"really? you look nervous," sitting the food on the counter you approach him, eyeing him from every angle. "i don't believe you," you say, awfully close to his neck. "hey." deadpanning, you glare and he thickly swallows. "stay out of my room, pervert." you playfully scoff and point.

if he jungwon didn't know you better — if he thought you were being serious, he would have lost his shit, maybe dropping to his knees and convincing you otherwise. but because he knew you were joking, it only gave him another boner. he knew you were just kidding — you were just kidding, right? you had to be, you obviously didn't know that he snuck into your room to steal your panties. you didn't know that he's the one you took your stuffed animal the other week so he could rut into it, moaning your name of course. and there's no fucking way you knew about how he'd buy your exact shampoo/perfume to jerk off in the shower. right?

wrong.

you knew, and you loved it. every second of it, calling him a pervert and listening as he awkwardly chuckled and went along, music to your ears. you couldn't wait for the day you caught him in the act; coming home, you'd throw your keys down and take off your shoes at the door, walking to your room when you hear it. hear it like you heard it that one afternoon... little whimpers and moans, gasps for air all serenading through jungwon's bedroom walls. "a-ah! fuck, y/n... i wish, ah! shit," he hissed, "i wish i could stuff you full of my-mhm... of my cock, fuck..! 'wan' fill you up! 'fill you up with my cum..."

god, what you'd do to hear it again. you were unsure if it was your imagination, making you think you heard him say those things. but pairs of missing bras and panties, missing stuffies and reappearing perfume bottles only lead back to him — yang jungwon. you turned around, walking back into your bedroom — and suddenly his pants felt much tighter.

he thickly swallows, it wouldn't hurt, right? it's not like it was risky, you were in your room and he was in his. there's no way in hell you could catch him. jungwon walks into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and sitting on the edge of his bed. he should feel guilty — he is a pervert. he threw his head back, letting out a choked-groan as he grazed his fingers over the thin material of his pants. jungwon dipped his fingers under the waistband before looping them around his shaft, releasing his hardened cock. "s-shit..." he took his thumb and swiped it over his swollen head, smearing precum across and then down his shaft he let out a gasp. "oh, fuck..." he teased his tip until he was rutting into his own hand. eventually, jungwon wrapped his hand around his cock, lazily stroking himself. he squinted his eyes, closing then shut. all he could see was you: the way your nipples poked through your shirt or how your hips swayed when you walked off, how you teased him and called him a pervert. "fuck, y/n, oh! shit!" he began fucking his fist faster, hips thrusting into his palm while his thumb lay positioned, still pressing into his tip. "mmh, hah! i am a pervert, fuck! s'pathetic, ugh! you're right... 'wanna fuck your tight little-ah! tight fucking cunt full of my cum. 'want your pussy all around me! sh-shit, i bet s'warm, s'good... 'just wanna fuck you s'bad!" he could feel himself close, his free hand applied pressure onto his stomach where the knot was forming.

"jungwon." with his eyes shut, he could've sworn he heard you calling out to him. "y-yes, y/n..." he let out another shaky moan. " 'wonnie, you really are a pervert, huh?" jungwon snapped his eyes open, "w-what? fuck!" that's when he saw you standing there, leaning on his door frame with a wide smile plastered onto your face. "ah... y/n i'm really sorry! i wasn't-"

"do you like it?" you say.

"like..?" he repeats and you just nod. " 'like it when i call you a pervert?" you begin waltzing towards him, " 'gets you all hard, hm?" jungwon can feel his heart beating as you're on your knees in front of him now. "i wonder what other mean names you want me to call you," your hands travel up to his thighs, tracing shapes and drawing lines with feather-light touches. "slut, whore? what'd you like, 'wonnie?"

"can i fuck you?" jungwon looks at you as you stand up, removing your shirt. "you really are a pervert..." you sigh and he places his hands on your waist. one of them firmly laying splayed onto your tummy and traveling up to squeeze one of your boobs. "is that a yes?" he asks and you nod, "yes, jungwon..."

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janaispunk · 2 days

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heaven can't help me now

chapter 3 • series masterlist

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

summary: You're afraid Dave might not like you as much as you like him. ...Meanwhile, Dave is afraid of the same thing. (They're idiots okay)

word count: 6.5k

tags/warnings: explicit smut -> 18+ mdni, dbf!Dave, unhealthy relationship dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, angst, daddy issues (reader’s dad sucks), able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n, divorced Dave, phone sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, biting, cream pie, use of panties as a gag, orgasm denial, pet names, let me know if anything is missing!

a/n: co-written with my angel @joelscurls, throwing around these ideas with you is so fun, i love you <3

taylor swift said “what if he’s written mine on my upper thigh” and i took that personally

thank you @catchallfangirl for beta reading! <3 (and listening to me freak out about this on a daily basis)

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Dave regrets the message as soon as the small text underneath it switches from delivered to read.

He knows that he’s been cruel to you, he could see the confusion and hurt written all over your face when he drove you home. But he has to be the responsible one, the adult in this situation. The one who’s able to hold back. Nothing should have happened between you and him, not once, let alone twice. He shouldn’t indulge in this, shouldn’t give you hope.

He has always looked down on men who were with women much younger than them. Midlife crisis. Not able to have a relationship with someone on the same maturity level.

That’s not who he is. He understands that the reason why you’re attracted to him lies at least partially in your relationship with your father, and he won’t take advantage of that. It’s not who he is and it’s not what you deserve.

You’re gonna go back to college in a few weeks and he can pretend that none of this ever happened. You’re gonna meet a nice boy your age, become a lawyer, get married and live your life the way you’re supposed to. Eventually, the memory of you writhing underneath him, your voice so sweet and needy in your desperation, surely won’t be as vivid as it is right now.

But then he found your panties between the cushions of his couch, still damp with your arousal, still smelling of you. His mind started wandering, conjuring images that he should be ashamed of. The things he could do to you, the things he could show you.

It’s like he’s lost in a haze, stroking his throbbing cock to fantasies of you, all the depraved shit that some respectful fellow student would never do, but that he knows you crave. He hears your whimpers so clearly in his head, pictures your face, so pretty begging him for things only he knows how to give you, until he releases himself all over the lacy bit of fabric that’s clutched between his fingers.

But now you’re not answering, and shame is swirling in his stomach, surely now he’s overstepped, why did he even think–

His racing thoughts are interrupted by the quiet ping of his phone and a message from you. Just a photo, no text.

His eyes widen, taking in the image. He can’t see your face, only the shape of your tits, already so familiar to him, covered in dark, lacy fabric. Exactly the same color, exactly the same pattern as the fabric that he soiled and photographed to send to you.

You put on the matching bra for him, he realizes. Which is probably why it took you longer than usual to answer, you had to get into the lingerie and put yourself all prettily on display for him. He drinks in the shape of you, the skin that he knows would feel so soft underneath his touch, the swell of your breasts, the nipples hidden behind lace, how they would harden for him, how you would squirm if he–

Desire starts coursing through him again, and he feels like a teenager, reduced to this by just a photo. His thumb finds your name on the display almost instinctively.

“Fuck, baby.”

The rasp of his voice hits your ear as soon as you accept the call. Your heart had been hammering away inside your chest since you hit send on the photo.

“You like it?”

You hate how needy you sound, how desperate for his approval. David exhales sharply and you wish you were with him again.

“Trust me, I like it very much.”

Your cheeks heat at his tone. He blows all other thoughts out of your head. You forget how rejected you felt, how you told yourself you wouldn’t let it happen again. It doesn’t matter, not when he talks to you like this. You whisper a thank you and he chuckles.

“Are you in bed, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” You bite your lip, considering the words resting on the top of your tongue. Deciding to take the leap. “Wish you were here too.”

You don’t need to see his face to know how he purses his lips, how he slowly curls them into a smirk.

“Mhm? What would you like me to do if I was?”

Your face burns hotter.

“I– Touch me, use your fingers to–”

He groans, a rich, deep sound in your ear. You’re still sore, but your fingertips ghost down your body anyway, chasing the need that’s building up between your legs again. You gasp when they find your clit, already swollen and covered in your slick.

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yes, please David, I need–”

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

He keeps talking to you, low murmurs in your ear, directing your fingers over your body. He doesn’t let up until you’ve come twice, until he’s reduced you to a whimpering mess without even being there.

He doesn’t apologize for earlier, not directly at least. You didn’t expect him to. In a twisted way, that you’re not sure anyone but the two of you would understand, this was his apology.

You’re not sure what changed his mind, but he doesn’t go back to his distant self afterwards. Maybe he’s come to the same realization as you. That neither of you is going to be able to stay away.

He’s on your mind constantly, you catch yourself checking your phone for new messages way too often and smiling down at the screen whenever he’s texting you. You know that you shouldn’t act like this, shouldn’t give him that much power in your mind. But it feels so good, to be seen, to be wanted like that.

You’re both busy; he’s working on an important case and you’re in desperate need to catch up on job applications and college work, which you’ve neglected over the past few days, as your father is quick to remind you.

But you keep exchanging messages, keep sharing hushed whispers at night. It never lets up, the thrill of his voice guiding your fingers and hearing the sounds that he makes when he’s putting his hands on himself. Knowing that it’s you, the thought of you that elicits them.

You’re having dinner with your father, who is home earlier than most days, the brightly lit dining room reflecting off the massive windows, when the bubble bursts.

“You remember Dave, right? From the country club?”

You freeze, your fork hovering in the air over your plate. He knows, your mind screams. No, there’s no way he would know.

You fight hard to appear nonchalant, to not let your face betray you. You nod, humming questioningly in a way that you hope sounds innocent enough.

“I told you how he got divorced recently, didn’t I? It’s been hard on him, poor fella…”

Your dad sighs and shakes his head. You furrow your brow, at a complete loss where this conversation might be going.

“Well, guess who got him a date?! Cheryl from the office is single and I realized, she’s perfect for him! An amazing match. He never goes out, always been a bit of a loner, I guess… But I set them up and they went out last night! Great, huh?”

Your mind is running a mile a minute. You force a weak smile, lifting your head to meet your father’s proud grin.

“Y-yeah, dad. Great,” you echo. You feel hollow.

He leans back in his chair, looking extremely pleased with himself.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to play matchmaker for you too, eventually, with the way things are going, hm?”

Under different conditions, the snide remark about your dating life and how he’s never been even remotely happy with any guy you had dared to bring home, would sting a lot more. Right now though, you’re reeling from the fact that David went out with another woman last night.

“Sure,” you whisper. “May I please be excused?”

You don’t wait for an answer, already pushing back from the table and rushing up the stairs. Back in your room, you grab your phone, scrolling through your past messages. You didn’t hear from him last night, which you hadn’t found weird at the time, but it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth now.

Maybe he finally realized that someone his age would be much better suited for him. A real woman, not some little girl who still goes to school, calls him drunk in the middle of the night and can’t stand up against her father. Of course that’s not what he wants.

You pace in your room, thoughts running through your head. Do you confront him? You never talked about it, never discussed exclusivity, but still… You don’t want anyone else and you had thought that he wouldn’t either.

After tossing and turning in your bed for hours, you decide not to ask David about it, to not contact him at all. Maybe that’s for the best. Save him the trouble of letting you down. It’s like a weight pulling under, the uncertainty and fear of this being it tying itself into a tight knot in your stomach. But you’ve been desperate enough for him already, you try to reason, you need to stop embarrassing yourself by running after him.

He texts you the next day, sounding just the same way he always does. You can’t bring yourself to not reply to him at all, but it’s clipped, one-sentence answers, which he picks up on soon enough. His name lights up your phone as you’re hunched over your desk in your bedroom, pondering over an essay that you’re supposed to write over the break.

“Hello?”

“Sweetheart.” The deep smoothness of his voice travels from the speaker right under your skin, holding you under his spell the way he always does. “Is something wrong?”

You bite your lip, muttering a no in reply. You sound like a petulant teenager, everything that you don’t want him to see you as.

“Now why do I not believe that?”

You hear his smile in the way he sounds. You want to see him so badly, want to be on the receiving end of that smile. You wonder if Cheryl from the office got to see it last night too. If he’s given her all the parts of him that he’s given you.

“Dunno.” There’s a sting in your voice, not unlike the sting that you feel piercing through your heart at the thought of him with someone else.

Dave frowns at the way you sound. You’re never this short with him, never seemed so sad since that night you called him drunk and he turned you down. And even then, it was different, not dismissive the way you are now.

His anxious mind immediately provides him with a variety of explanations. Maybe you’ve finally come to your senses and realized that you don’t want him. That you don’t want a man twice your age, that him wanting you actually makes him a fucking creep, that he isn’t as great as you’ve built him up to be in your head. Maybe you’ve realized that what you’re doing is wrong. He wouldn’t blame you for it. One of you should be reasonable and end things for good. He has been telling himself that.

But you sound so upset that worry settles in his gut. He feels that pull towards you again, only that it’s not explicitly sexual this time. He just really needs to see you, to touch you, to make sure that you’re okay.

The invitation for you to come over leaves his lips without thinking about it, just the overwhelming need to have you close. You pause, so long that he gets even more uneasy, but eventually you agree.

Dave knows that something is wrong as soon as he opens the door. You look smaller, slightly curling in on yourself. You don’t meet his gaze, eyes downturned and without the spark in them that he sees in his mind when he thinks about you. He pulls you into a hug, one that you barely return.

His bedroom door is once again firmly closed, and he’s directing you towards his couch again. Still the last invisible line, the one that he tells himself will keep him from letting you in all the way. Your eyes linger there for a moment, he can almost see the wheels turning in your head. You deflate even more.

He hates to see you like this. Fights the urge to wrap you in his arms, satisfy his hunger for your lips and fuck you until every trace of that sadness written over your face is erased.

The door that you presume leads to his bedroom is closed, just like the last time you were here. You wonder if he opened it for Cheryl, if she got to see a part of him that you didn’t. Then again, he probably treated her like a lady. Wined and dined her properly, maybe a chaste kiss to say good night. Because she’s someone who’s right for him, someone worth putting the effort in. Not the quick fuck that you had been.

He probably invited you over to tell you in person that he really can’t see you anymore. That he means it this time. You suppose that in his mind, that’s the decent thing to do. You think that you would have rather had him text you about it. That way you wouldn’t have to pretend, wouldn’t have to tell him to his face that it’s fine, that you understand, don’t worry.

Still, he called and you came running. Like a fucking idiot.

You sit down on the edge of his couch, decidedly keeping the images of the last time you were here buried in your memories. “Do you want something to drink?” You shake your head no and he sits down beside you. You’re acutely aware of his presence, of the simmering need that you feel for him, even now. Please just get it over with.

“You didn’t have to do all this, you know.” You’re not looking at him, keeping your eyes on your hands, your fingers gripping each other tightly, tense like the rest of your body.

“Do all what?”

You bite your lip, attempting to swallow down the anger at the fact that he’s gonna make you the one to say it, but it’s no use. Your eyes fly up to meet his.

“Make me come here, to talk to me in person, or whatever it is you think you’re doing. You– you could’ve just texted me.”

He furrows his brow, a hint of defensiveness in his warm brown eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

You scoff. “My dad told me. About your date.” You’re never like this, your voice biting and your eyes glaring. You’re never like this and you have no right to be like this now, getting worked up over the end of something that never even was, not really. “I’m sure she’s nice. A great match, he said, so you’re gonna tell me to fuck off. It’s okay, I understand.”

Your voice breaks on the last word. A lump is building in your throat and your eyes burn with unshed tears. This can’t be happening. It’s bad enough that you feel this much about it, but it’s indefinitely worse to have him know it.

David’s expression softens. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s not–” He slips one hand in between yours, gently pries your fingers away from each other. “You thought that’s why I asked you to come over here?”

You shrug, once again unable to meet his gaze.

“The date was shit. I wouldn’t even have gone if Jim hadn’t kept bugging me about it.”

Inhaling deeply, you slowly trail your eyes up to his face again.

“Really?”

He nods, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. His lips press against your forehead.

“Promise.” He sighs. “You sounded so upset, that’s why I asked you to come–”

You sniffle, suddenly feeling stupid about the whole scene you made. He holds you a little longer, and you revel in his scent that’s engulfing you, in the warmth and solidness of his body. When he finally pulls away, his hand finds your chin and lifts it until you’re looking straight at him. A hint of amusement is glinting in his eyes.

“Were you jealous, baby?”

You’re well aware that he can see right through you, but shake your head anyway. He allows himself a grin.

“What then? Worried that you’ll find no one else to fuck you like I do?”

Heat is burning in your cheeks, but you can’t help but laugh. He’s not wrong, at least partially.

Your lips curling up and the soft laugh tumbling out of you soothes him, eases the sting in his chest. The severity of your reaction to the idea of him dumping you for another woman took him off guard. He never wants to see that kind of hurt written over your face ever again.

He should have told you, he realizes that now. He knew nothing would come out of meeting with that woman that Jim had been boasting about all week, but what was he supposed to say? No need pal, I already got everything I need fucking your daughter?

He doesn’t know when you began feeling like everything he needed. He knows that you shouldn’t. He knows that he shouldn’t check his phone as often as he does, shouldn’t spend his days fantasizing about you, shouldn’t imagine you by his side almost constantly.

But how can he not, when you’re looking at him like this, your eyes so wide, so filled with trust. Always ready, always desperate to give him everything of you. Like a dream come true that he didn’t know he had.

“Maybe,” you admit, teasingly but still so, so soft. Everything about you is so fucking soft. His to touch, his to defile. Because, inexplicably, you fucking let him.

He needs to reassure you that he’s worthy of that trust. He leans in closer, feels your breath ghosting over his face as his nose nudges against yours. He pauses, searches your expression for a moment. You dip your chin down in a tiny nod and he’s onto you, chases your mouth with his. He pours all the emotion that he doesn’t understand, can’t begin to name, into the kiss. How much he misses you, how often you are on his mind. How he doesn’t want to hurt you, wants to do right by you, but has no clue how.

Your lips move against his with more fervor, a mess of tongues and teeth clashing against one another. Your whimpers drip into his mouth, leaving him drunk off you. Heat spreads through him, like a fire that’s going to consume you both. He thinks that he wants it to.

He trails kisses down your throat, sucks at the skin, relishes in the shivers that it sends through your body. You grasp at his shirt, trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons, but he stops you. Nipping at your collarbone, he looks up at you, takes in your wide blown pupils, the hunger in your eyes.

Maybe this is all he can give you, but he’s going to do that right. He’s going to give you what he can, as long as you let him.

He hooks his fingers under the neckline of your dress, pulls it down a little, inhales the sweet scent of your perfume. Every new inch of your skin that he reveals fills him with the need to worship it.

“Will you let me make it up to you, sweetheart?” He mouths at your skin again, his eyes still trained on your face. “Let me make you feel good?”

You nod eagerly, a breathy please, David falling from your lips. He runs his hands up your thighs, marvels at the almost feverish warmth of your skin, before he lifts your dress and helps you pull it over your head.

Your underwear is white this time, a picture of innocence that only he knows is an illusion. His arousal swells at the thought, his cock pushing against the confines of his pants.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this,” he admits, his hands trailing over your waist, tightening his grip momentarily and enjoys watching you squirm in response. “I think about you all the time.”

Your gaze flickers for a moment, and he realizes what he just said. It’s not a lie, but also not a truth that he intended for you to know. You bite your lip, expression turning thoughtful for a moment. Then a small smile spreads over your face.

“M–me too,” you whisper, a bit shy, like you’re still half-expecting him to take it back, but putting your trust in him anyway.

He has to kiss you again, remove all remaining doubts about how much he wants you from your mind. Licking into your mouth, he starts toying with the cups of your bra, pulling them down just so that his fingertips can graze over your nipples. You press your body into his touch, your back arching off the cushions, and he undoes the clasp, lets the fabric fall away from your body.

He runs his fingers over your flesh, teases the hardening buds, loves the way you keen into his mouth in response. Palming your tits roughly, he pulls away a little to look at them. He doesn’t think that he’ll ever tire of the sight of his hands on you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “Like you were made for me.” It stings only a little right in this moment, while he’s touching you, to know that you are not. He can keep pretending, for a while. It’s worth it, seeing how you light up at the praise, how you drink in his every word, sinking deeper into his touch. His, his, his.

David peels your panties off of you, the image of the white lace against his hand one that you know will burn itself into your memory. His eyes linger on the fabric, a grin slowly growing on his face. Arousal tingles at your spine at the sight. You’re entirely bare now while he hasn’t removed one item of clothing. The obvious power dynamic leaves you feeling vulnerable, you and your body at his mercy, but you trust him. To treat you the way you want, need to be treated, to push you to your limits and to still keep you safe.

The weight of his hands lands on your thighs, slowly pushing them apart, making room for his body between them. You’re acutely aware of how wet you are, and how clearly he can see it right now, with your folds all spread out right in front of him. You feel your slick coating your inner thighs, feel his breath ghosting against it.

He groans at the sight and sinks to his knees, almost at eye level with your pussy. The realization of what he’s about to do sinks in as he leans forward and places a gentle kiss against your clit that has you trembling. But still–

“Y–you don’t have to do that,” you stutter, suddenly feeling a different kind of vulnerable. A shame that you can’t explain starts welling up inside of you.

He pulls back, sitting back on his haunches and looking up at you. His hands gently push your thighs back together, leaving you less exposed.

“Do you not want me to?”

You bite your lip, fighting not to avoid his gaze. “I don’t know. I– I’ve never–” Your voice trails off. A fire is burning in his eyes, intimidating you.

“No one’s ever eaten you out?” He sounds incredulous.

You shake your head, shoulders moving up in a shrug, a wave of embarrassment growing in you. “Men don’t really… like to. In my experience.”

He sighs and leans forward, presses a soft kiss to your left knee. “Most men are idiots.” It’s mumbled into your skin, lips moving against it. His fingertips inch up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You deserve to feel good, baby.” His voice sinks into your skin, low and raspy, and you have no choice but to believe it. “Will you let me make you feel good?” he asks again.

His dark eyes are on you, his fingers still tracing shapes over your skin. So close to where you want him. You’d let him do anything.

“Please, David,” you whisper, for the second time.

He pries your legs back open, a low growl in his throat as you’re spread out for him. Then he dives in, licking and sucking at your clit, gently at first, but quickly getting more intense, until stars start to burst behind your eyelids and you’re gasping his name. It’s overwhelming, unlike anything that you’ve ever experienced before.

He lets up momentarily, licking through your slit, drinking up your arousal that’s dripping out of you and groaning at the taste of you. His mouth moves to your inner thighs, kissing and sucking on the sensitive flesh. He bites down suddenly, sinking his teeth into your skin and you scream his name at the unexpected burst of pain that transforms into pleasure almost instantly.

He does it again, and again, leaving his marks on your body. It hurts just right, the sensation of him leaving his trace on you, marking you as his. You clench around nothing, desperate to feel him on your clit again, to take you the final bit to the top.

As if he was reading your mind, he lets up his ministrations on your thighs and kisses his way to the spot where you need him so desperately. Your fingers sink into his hair, tugging at the roots, and he looks up at you, smug pride glinting in his eyes. He licks through your folds, nudges at your entrance with his tongue, before his lips find your clit again, closing around the sensitive nub.

You come within seconds, the waves of your arousal crashing over you so suddenly that it takes your breath away. His groans vibrate against your skin as he laps at you, drinking you down. You feel like you’re in heaven.

David gives you time to calm down, gently mouths at your heated skin, licks over the spots where you feel the indents of his teeth, before he kisses his way up your body. You taste yourself on his lips when they connect with yours. It’s messy, and filthy, and you can’t get enough of it.

You whimper when he pulls back and his eyes find yours again, his almost black, the pupils blown wide. He rises to his feet and looks down to where you’re spread out, thighs parted, on full display for him as he towers over you. He leans down, a finger tapping against your mouth.

“Open.”

Your lips part immediately, giving him all the access he wants. He groans at your obedience, trails his knuckles over your cheek for a moment, before raising his hand to your eyes. He’s holding your panties again.

“These are so pretty. Would be a shame to just leave them lying around, don’t you think?”

You let out a sound, something akin to agreement. His grin widens.

“Good girl.”

His fingers push the fabric into your mouth, your spit soaking the material, mixing with the arousal that’s already sticking to it. You moan at the taste, your eyelids fluttering shut.

His palm connects with your cheek in a light slap. Not hard enough to sting, but your eyes fly back open at the sensation. You grind down onto the cushions, desperate for friction as another wave of need floods you.

“Eyes on me, remember?”

You try voicing a sorry, but it comes out garbled and he chuckles. Soothing his fingers over the spot he just slapped.

“There’s no need for you to talk. Just be a good girl and take what I give you, yeah?”

Your body is buzzing, but your mind is blissfully empty. Ready to give yourself over to him, to submit to whatever he asks. It feels so good, so easily being able to please for once in your life. To follow rules and be praised for it. Simple. Safe.

He wraps the lace around your head and ties it together in the back, effectively gagging you, leaving your mouth opened, the fabric stretching against the corners. Your desire is coursing through your body with so much force that it’s almost painful.

He kisses you over the gag, pressing his lips against yours. One of his hands wraps around your throat, applying a hint of pressure. Your hips chase him, your arousal close to unbearable. He chuckles against your mouth before he pulls back.

“Such a good girl.”

He teases you endlessly. Drinks in the sight of you writhing under him as his fingers are back on your nipples, tugging them harshly and eliciting soft mewls from you. You look beautiful in the golden light of the evening sun that’s falling through his windows, almost angelic.

An angel that he wrecked, already so fucked out when he finally sheds his own clothes and starts sliding his cock through your folds. He coats himself with the slick of your desire, taps his head against your clit, nudges at your entrance again and again without sliding inside.

Your whimpering cries are music to his ears, your fingernails digging into his shoulders sting just right. You’re pleading with him through the makeshift gag, your words all muffled, and he revels in the desperation in your eyes. Loves the sight of it.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he coos, slides over your clit again. “Tell me.”

You’re trying, trying so hard to get out real words, and he chuckles at your efforts. Deciding to grant you a little mercy, he pushes the head of his weeping cock into you. He throbs at the feeling of it, of how your slick pissy tries pulling him in deeper. You’re whining at the stretch, your hands desperately grabbing at him, before he pulls back again.

Your eyes are swimming with tears, silently pleading with him. It’s like a rush. You’re always such a good, polite and well-behaved girl, so sweet, and here you are, completely bare and spread out underneath him, crying to get fucked. By him. He’s a bad man, he knows it. He doesn’t care, not when it feels like this.

He smirks down at you. “Say please.”

It’s obvious that you’re trying, your tongue struggling against the soaked fabric in your mouth. He lines himself up once more, looks at your face, at the desperate hope written out in your eyes. Then he slams into you. You scream, gripping his shoulders so tightly that he thinks you’ve drawn blood. He couldn’t care less.

Now that he feels your tight walls all around his cock, engulfing him with pulsing heat, it’s impossible to tease you any longer. He pulls back, just to sink deep into you, again and again. You cry out at every thrust, every time that he hits that spot deep inside of you that leaves you such a trembling mess.

He can tell when you’re starting to tighten around him, your cries getting higher, and he knows that you’re close. Slowing down, he leans his head down to yours, his thrusts becoming more shallow.

“Hold it,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting against the soft shell of your ear. A whine escapes from your throat, fresh tears falling from your eyes, your whole body trembling underneath him, your cunt squeezing him deliciously tight. He’s breathless, high on the control you’re giving him, on your level of obedience, doing every single thing that he asks from you.

Letting you calm down a little, he busies himself with kissing every inch of your skin that he can reach. Almost bursting with arousal himself, he knows that he’s not gonna be able to keep this up much longer.

When he speeds up again, he sets a harsh rhythm, jostling your body with every thrust, mesmerized by the way your tits bounce with the movement. Your walls start tightening around him again, pulling him in. He can’t hold back anymore.

“I’m gonna come. Gonna leave you just as messy as those little panties of yours. ‘S that what you want?”

You nod eagerly, more unintelligible pleads stumbling through the gag.

“Fuck, come here–“ His fingers scramble, ripping the fabric out of your mouth to kiss you properly, to feel your tongue against his.

His hips move at rapid speed, pumping into you and chasing both your orgasms. He’s breathless, high on the feeling of your wet cunt squeezing him so tight. You come with a cry, muffled by his mouth on yours, and the sensation of you clenching around him sends him over the edge as well. He buries himself deep inside of you, spilling his cum to leave you just as messy as he promised you.

“Fucking perfect, like you were made for me, only want you sweetheart…” He’s rambling, barely aware of what he's saying, still lost in the bliss of his orgasm. The words only register when an unreadable expression flies over your face in reaction. Shit. He goes through things to say, ways to somehow explain, though he couldn’t even explain the words to himself.

His mind quiets when you smile shyly and burrow your face in his neck. He moves the both of you until you’re a tangle of intertwined limbs, resting on his cushions, watching as the light slowly fades outside. You’re warm in his arms, your breath coming softly, fanning against his skin. It feels too right to be wrong, he decides silently.

The peaceful silence between you breaks with a chime from his phone, a message from your father.

“Looks like I’m invited to have dinner at yours,” he says, turning the screen towards you.

“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing for your own phone to check the time. “I should get going.”

He helps you get dressed, until your still soaked panties end up in his hands again. His eyes flit up and down your body, lingering on the hem of your skirt, on the bare thighs beneath them. You take a step closer, your hand stretched out for them, but he pulls them away, sliding them into his pocket.

A smirk grazes your features as you take another step closer. “Again? Really?”

He shrugs, takes your hand to pull you into him. Your responding giggle is a sound that he’ll never get tired of. He sneaks a hand under your dress, palms your bare ass and presses your body against his.

“Be a good girl and stay like this, for dinner,” he murmurs against your lips, before he kisses you once more.

A grin slowly grows on your face as you realize what he’s saying.

“Deal,” you agree, your eyes glinting.

You’re sitting down next to him, sliding into the chair beside him with the most innocent, sweetest smile to both your father and him. You’re still wearing the dress that you left his place in, the one that, if you’ve been good, you’re bare underneath.

He reaches for you almost instantly, hidden under the tabletop, the pull towards your skin too strong to resist. You tense up for a moment, throwing him a quick glance, before you relax into his touch. He draws circles, featherlight on your skin, and you part your thighs a little more, allowing him to slide further between them.

Focussing on the conversation with your father isn’t easy, not when you’re right here beside him, so pliant under his touch.

“So, how was it with Cheryl?” your father asks, far too invested in the whole thing for Dave’s liking. You’re looking down at your plate, your shoulders slumped forward.

He shrugs, his hand traveling upwards, beneath the hem of your skirt, pulling your thighs apart a little more. “She’s nice, but– Not the right fit for me, I think.”

The memory of meeting the woman flashes through his mind. “You must be Dave,” accompanied by a shake of his hand. All wrong, so different from the way it sounds when David falls from your lips. He had wanted to leave right then and there. His grip on you tightens at the memory.

“Well that’s a shame,” Jim sighs, leaning back in his chair. “I really thought you two were a good match.”

Dave grunts noncommittally, taking another bite of his food.

“This one,” your father continues, his eyes falling to you, “has yet to find a good match as well. Not the best choices so far.” He chuckles, either blind or indifferent to the way you seem to shrink in your chair. You mumble something about focussing on school and your career right now, your voice so small that it breaks Dave’s heart.

“Boys your age are idiots anyway,” he says, grinning at how your eyes widen, his emphasis on your age in no way lost on you. “Wouldn’t want to have them distracting you, right?”

You nod silently, but fire burns in your eyes when his hand reaches so high that his fingers swirl through the slick that’s covering your upper thighs. Dave grits his teeth, fighting the urge to kiss you right here and now, consequences be damned.

It’s wrong, it’s so so wrong, but it’s like he’s lost in a haze, high on the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. On the way your thighs fall open so willingly for him, always such a good and obedient girl. On the way you both know that you’re bare underneath your skirt, dripping with the filthy proof of what you did together. On the way he’s staked his claim all over your inner thighs, to the point that he’s certain the indents of his teeth are still pressed into your flesh. All while your father has no idea what’s happening right in front of him.

The secret rebellion of it thrills you, he understands that now. He wonders if that’s what he is to you, an opportunity to do something so deliciously forbidden that you couldn’t resist. He’ll gladly be that for you. The idea to be the person who brought this out in you thrills him too.

He somehow makes it through the evening. Not a single conversation topic has found its way into his memories. All he can think about, all that he knows he will remember is the feeling of you under his tight grip. All his.

You had excused yourself when your father brought out the whiskey, squeezed his hand under the table before you stood up, carefully smoothing out your skirt. Call me, you had mouthed, turning back to look at him before exiting the room.

He knows that he will.

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boyinatown · 9 months

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Can I request Dg, Kwak jihan and Baek Hangyul reacting to the reader sending them a pic of them wearing a lingerie?

SNEAK PEEK 👀

Pairing: dg, kwak & Baek x f! Reader 💗

Summary: Where they receive the picture and what they’d do with it.

Warning: sexual theme, masturbating & fingering

DG/ JAMES LEE 💿

It’s no secret, your a very daring person. Always sending risky texts to your boyfriend even when he’s in a live stream.

Taking it up a notch sending him your newest lingerie he ordered for you: a pink one, with petal flowers printed on the bra, lacy panties and a choker with his idol mark. Sending 2 separate ones of you spread on the bed and one with just boob pictures.

Dg was now currently live-streaming and you were watching his live, a ping gets heard through the stream. He checks it quickly noticing it’s you and opens it, his eyes widen only for a second before he clears his throat.

You send him a small : “ see you soon dg 💗” in the live chat, as he’s reading it you catch his smirk for a second. Ofcourse the other streamers with him ask why all of a sudden his ears are red and he’s gripping the pen tightly almost breaking it.

You were such a tease and he loved it, oh how he did. He excuses his self from the live stream saying it’s urgent before he dissapears.

You get up quickly knowing he’ll be here in a few seconds, and as you guessed it the door flings open to dg standing there.

“Come here you, that’s not nice you know..”

KWAK JIHAN 🪓

Kwak was talking to the elder man, about something you didn’t care much about. Growing impatient and feeling needy, you went to the bathroom excusing yourself.

Snapping him a picture of your lingerie underneath your clothing saying you’ll be in the bathroom when he’s done, what you didn’t expect is him to break open the door.

“Kwak? Here already, what about Elder-“

He sits down on the toilet’s top cover, taking off his belt and patting his lap. Hinting for you to come closer and so you do.

He rips off your clothing after you dressed back into them, eyeing your black lingerie licking your stomach up to your breasts. Leaving small hickeys on them, then forcing you to lay your stomach on his thighs plunging his fingers deep inside your hole without warning and closing your mouth by placing his palm on it.

Making a shush motion with his lips and finger, winking at you before moving his fingers deeper inside.

“Be quiet now, you don’t want them to find out do you? Ah , no I bet you do dirty woman..”

BAEK HANGYUL 💉

Dating this busy surgeon didn’t make it better whenever you were horny and frustrated. So how would you make him still think of you?

You guessed it, snap him a dirty picture of your fingers in your panties and All while in your lingerie: a white one that had a small ribbon attached to the bra.

after receiving your dirty pictures, hangyul clenched his jaw and told Eugene he had urging matters to attend to easing Eugene worries that it wasn’t a sudden intruder at workers. Instead a very stubborn patient that needed some attention.

Going to the bathroom, his hands sneak down his pants and into his boxers, closing his eyes and stroking his self. He imagines how your fingers would not please you at the very least.

Increasing his speed and a few whimpers spill from his lips and he bites his lower one. His head thrown back and glasses falling off his face onto the floor.

“Aha , y/n ,y/n fuck fuck..! Just wait till I get back home..”

He sends you a picture of his hand leaking with cum and the title is: “ here’s a little thank you, I better find you spread on the bed when I come back.”

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storiesofsvu · 7 months

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Dirty Little Damsel

Emily Prentiss x reader x Alex Blake warnings: language, smut, name calling, derogatory talk, teasing, mommy kink, daddy kink, punishment, over stimulation, not really humiliation but maybe? the tiniest mention of spit, minor throat/face fucking. Pt 3 of can be read alone, but here is pt 1, and pt 2. Pt 4 will be incoming hopefully soon, and will be the complete fluff/aftercare directly following this, hence why it kinda cuts off outta nowhere.

The moment the jet touched down back at Quantico Emily had shot off a text to you to keep you updated on how long it would be until she was home. You spent the next little bit making sure the apartment was tidied up, lighting a couple of candles in the bedroom before cracking a window, letting the warm evening air drift through the space. Checking your phone you knew you had just enough time left to slip into something a little more intimate, something lacy, slightly see through, light blue with little fabric flowers scattered around it. After making sure your hair and make up were presentable you wrapped a silky robe around your body, padding out to the main part of the apartment to pour out a couple glasses of wine. Your phone pinged not much longer after that, Emily letting you know she was around the corner, what caught you by surprise was the request to pour out a third glass of wine.

While Emily knew exactly what kind of game you were playing at, you had no idea what was in store for you as the night wore on.

Her keys clinked in the lock and your ears perked up, looking toward the doorway as you dropped your phone to the kitchen island. You weren’t totally surprised when you saw that Alex was your guest for the evening, a smile breaking out on your face at the sight of both women making their way into the apartment. Giving them a moment to situate themselves, bags and coats finding hooks, shoes being toed off, unnecessary layers being removed before Emily moved further into the kitchen and you slid off your stool, sliding a glass of wine in her direction.

“How was the flight?” You asked.

“Fine.” She shrugged, picking up the glass to take a sip, then ducking to kiss your cheek, “I’m much more interested in what you’ve got on under here.” Her fingers came to toy with the knot holding your robe shut and you giggled.

“Just something I thought you might like.”

“Yeah?” Emily scooped up the other glass, turning back to the other woman, handing off the drink “something Alex might like too?”

“I hope so.” You practically pouted, looking up at the women from under your lashes as your fingers played with the tie.

“Well, why don’t you be a good girl and show us?” Alex asked, smirk on her lips as she took a sip of her drink.

Letting out a small giggle you swiftly undid the knot, slowly letting the robe fall over your shoulders, teasing them with glimpses of blue fabric until you finally let the robe drop to the floor around your feet. You couldn’t help but grin as two sets of eyes dragged up your body, pupils blown, hungry for what you were showing them.

“I like the flowers.” Emily commented rather nonchalantly, her fingers coming up to pinch at one of them softly as if she was examining it.

“It does make you look like a good little girl.” Alex murmured, taking another sip of her drink before placing the glass down on the island and moving toward you, “is that what kind of show you wanted to put on for us, hmmm? That you’re the sweet little innocent thing?” Two of her fingers traced across your collarbone and up your neck, curling under your chin to tilt your face up to hers, “our darling, gorgeous girl.”

Alex’s breath was hot on your cheek when she spoke and you felt yourself begin to tingle already, holding back a whine in order to not get teased. You were pleasantly rewarded when her hand cupped your cheek and her lips met yours in a tender kiss. You let out a happy sigh into the kiss, your hands sliding up her shoulders to loop behind her neck when she tugged you closer to her by your hips. Her hands looped around your waist, toying with the hemline of your panties while her lips continued to move with grace against yours. Gliding across your body her hands moved to your ass, squeezing tightly and you couldn’t help but rock your hips into hers. You were completely lost in the moment, blissed out at the feeling of her body on yours once again, letting out a moan as her tongue traced the seam of your lips. Her lips curved up into a grin at the way yours so effortlessly parted for her tongue to slip into your mouth.

It was at that moment you felt Emily come up behind you, her hand gliding up your back, fingers threading into your hair and you felt that familiar air of her wanting her turn. It wasn’t a surprise when she pulled your hair at the root, the surprise was with just how rough it was, yanking your head away from Alex with a soft cry.

“That’s enough.” She scolded, a heat in her eyes you recognized as one that meant she was about to do whatever she wanted to you.

“Sorry daddy.” You pouted and she gripped your hair tighter, causing you to gasp as she tsk’d at you.

“You really thought you were going to get away with it?” She jeered, “think you could put on a pretty little set and feign innocence? Like you aren’t the dirty whore you really are?”

Alex chuckled, stepping toward you once again, her forefinger and thumb pinching at your chin to turn your gaze back to her, “you were a bad girl sweetheart, and you know it.”

“And what happens to bad girls?” Emily husked into your ear from behind, still tightly holding your hair, giving it a hard yank. “Answer me princess.”

“They get punished.” You whimpered, “but—”

“Ah!” Emily swatted at your ass, “don’t fucking lie to daddy. You came without asking, when you knew you weren’t allowed to.”

“It’s a shame.” Alex’s fingers caressed your cheek, “had you been a good girl like we wanted you’d be getting rewarded for the rest of the night.”

“But someone had to go and be a stupid little slut, didn’t they?” She finally released your hair, nudging you down the hallway, “bedroom. Knees. Now.”

It was a mere second later that you were scurrying down the hallway, not wanting to warrant any further punishment from Emily, especially in front of a guest, you were in enough trouble as is. You could hear Alex and Emily making their way down the hall behind you as you quickly jumped up onto the bed, settling pretty on your knees, hands laid patiently on your thighs. Emily entered the room first, sauntering toward the bed as her hands made their way down the buttons of her shirt, sly smirk on her lips before she chuckled.

“How cute.” She grinned, glancing over her shoulder to Alex, “pet thinks she’s deserving enough to be on the bed.”

“You really weren’t kidding when you said torture.” Alex chuckled, her arms wrapping around Emily from behind to take over the task of undoing her shirt while her lips pressed a gentle kiss to the other woman’s skin. “Where do you want her?”

“On the floor.” She replied curtly, “where she belongs.” Emily allowed Alex to slip the shirt off her, her eyes glaring in to yours before flicking down to the floor and back up to you with a cocked brow, “and I do think she’s too dressed still.”

“Hmm.” Alex’s head tilted while she took you in before nodding to the patch of hardwood in front of Emily’s feet, “you aren’t going to continue to misbehave, are you sweet girl?” You quickly shook your head, standing from the bed but Emily’s hand caught your chin before you could kneel.

“Ah. Let’s see those tits.” Her hand reached around you to pop the clasp of your bra open and you let the fabric fall to the floor, your nipples hardening in the cool air. “That’s better.” Emily cooed before her hands reached up, pinching at your nipples and you let out a quiet gasp, watching the way her eyes dragged down your body. Your fingers had just began to dip under the waistband of your panties when Alex’s hand darted out, closing around your wrist.

“Those can stay.”

“What?” Emily laughed, glancing over her shoulder, “you don’t want to see that gorgeous pussy?”

“I thought we were punishing not pleasing.” Her hand squeezed at your wrist as she stepped away from the other woman, “I’ve seen your toy collection and I’ve got an idea.”

“Is that so?” Em raised a brow with a grin as she watched Alex move through the room, sifting through the bedside table until she came back with a small remote controlled vibrator. “I like the way you think Blake.” A gleam shone through her eyes as she took the vibe from her, turning to you as her expression changed, “dirty girl. You wanted to come so badly you broke the rule, so now… you’re going to come, again and again. Understood?”

“Yes daddy.” You replied quietly, nodding, your eyes wide knowing that you were absolutely in for it.

“Good girl.” Emily grinned, sliding the vibe into the crotch of your panties, pressing directly up against your clit, “what’s your word?”

“Kiwi.”

“So compliant now.” Alex commented with a smirk.

“She knows better, now that we’re home. Knows we can follow through.”

“We?” You asked meekly, gulping at the way Alex and Emily looked at each other with matching smirks.

“Oh sweet girl.” Alex chuckled at you before her lips began trailing up Emily’s neck.

“Neither of us are going to lay a hand on you.” Emily explained, shoving your shoulder so you would get down on your knees, “I thought you would be able to figure that out at the very least, or are you dense?”

“She’s not cretinous,” the other woman laughed softly, “just eager, lonely, a little needy, incredibly horny.”

“You’ve got that right.” Emily laughed, pinching at your chin again as Alex’s hands started to toy with her belt buckle, “now you’re going to stay right there and not move a muscle while we get naked.”

“Yes daddy.” You murmured with a quick nod.

“Shame you were so distracted the other night.” Alex purred, “daddy looked so gorgeous coming undone for me. I know you would have liked it, how you would have loved to taste her on my lips, hear just how loud she was moaning for me.”

“And now you’re going to hear how loud I can make her moan.” Emily grinned brightly before turning to face the other woman, her hands instantly slipped under Alex’s shirt, tugging it off over her head, quickly undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. She walked around Alex, her arms winding around her, cupping at her chest from behind while the brunette let out a satisfied groan, “mommy made me feel so good princess. I figure I should return the favour, what do you think?” Her fingers softly pinched at her nipples, rolling them between her finger and thumb.

“Fuck do that again.” Alex’s head dropped back onto her shoulder and your mouth fell open, wanting to comment but Emily caught you before the words could even come to mind.

“Ah!” She glared at you, “dirty sluts know better than to speak! You’re going to sit there, and you’re going to watch like a good girl.” Her breath was hot on Alex’s skin as she spoke, lips nearly brushing the column of the other woman’s neck, “this turns you on doesn’t it?” She grinned, “watching me toy with her?” Her hands continued to grope at Alex’s chest, squeezing harder while her lips kissed her neck, nuzzling deeper into her before her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, tongue sweeping over the mark when Alex let out a soft hiss, “is it because you wish I was touching you? Or because you wish you were the one getting to fuck her, hmm? Or are you just such a needy whore that it doesn’t matter?” One of her hands brushed across Alex’s bare torso, tickling around the waistband of her pants before it sunk around to the back, groping at her ass, “so desperate that just seeing her feel good, listening to her moans, hearing her wet little pussy around my cock is enough for you to come?”

“Emily….” Alex warned with a near whine leaving her lips, her hand closing around the wrist of Em’s hand that was still pawing at her chest, moving it downward, “I’m going to need you to really touch me now.”

“I will.” She chuckled, hand sinking south while she held eye contact with you, “because good girls get what they want.”

You shifted uncomfortably on your knees, feeling yourself practically dripping into your panties at the sight in front of you as Emily’s hands swiftly undid the other woman’s pants before disappearing into them. It only took her a moment to find her clit, pads of her fingers pressing into it gently before rubbing a few circles against it, her free hand wrapping around Alex’s waist to keep her upright. Her hand sunk further between her legs, dragging through her wet cunt to bring the juices up to her clit and she continued rubbing.

“Fuck.” Alex’s hips bucked toward the touch and Emily hummed, her lips splitting into a grin when you let out a needy whine.

“Feel good?”

“Yes…” She breathed out, her eyes struggling to stay open as Emily increased the pressure.

“See?” Em glanced up toward you, “this is what happens to good girls.” Alex let out a gasp when her hand sunk lower and two fingers slipped into her pussy, “they get rewarded.” She kissed at her neck softly, her fingers starting a steady pace as they fucked deep into her, “they get what they want, get their pretty pussies touched, allowed to come whenever they want.”

“Do that again.” She groaned as the heel of Emily’s hand brushed against her clit and Emily repeated the motion, “oh god Emily…”

“See how good I’m making her feel?” She taunted, continuing to thrust her fingers, “could have been you if you decided to behave. I could have my fingers stuffed in that needy cunt of yours, making you come over and over again, oh princess you’d be squirting so hard you would be dripping down my arm by now.” Alex let out a little whine, squeezing around Emily when her fingers curled perfectly, “god you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” You replied with a nod, trying to discreetly rub your thighs together.

“Bet you’d love to feel mommy’s pussy flutter around you too.” She grinned, nipping at the other woman’s neck as her fingers curled again, “you would make her so proud; I just know it. When you want to be good, you’re so good. But instead I’m the one who gets to make her moan.” Her fingers brushed against the sensitive spot inside Alex and she let out a small groan, her eyes scrunching shut.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Oh Alex, I wouldn’t dare.” She chuckled softly, her free hand reaching up to squeeze at her chest, “I’m going to make you come on my fingers,” a kiss pressed to the column of her neck, “make you drench my hand, ruin those panties. Then I’m going to make you come on my cock, watch the way you ride me, make this little whore watch the entire thing, wishing it was her. Fucking brat.”

Alex clenched down around her, her hips jolting upwards again and her nails dug into the skin of Emily’s arm, with each pass of the woman’s hand she could feel the heat building within her, higher and higher. She was sure her juices had soaked through her underwear, her skin burning with desire as Emily’s fingers curled once again and she let out a cry.

“Fuck!”

“That’s it baby.” Emily cooed, her hand picking up the pace, “I can feel you fluttering around me, let go….” her fingers flicked and curled with precision, “come for me… let the naughty bitch see how gorgeous you are when you come undone.”

Alex let out a series of whimpers and quiet swears, her pussy pulsing around Emily’s fingers, wetness coating them more with each thrust of her hand. She felt her entire body shake, tensing as she let out a cry and her orgasm washed over her, shaking lightly as Em’s hold on her tightened to make sure her legs didn’t give out.

The view of Alex coming could only have been better if she was fully naked, if you could see her juices smearing across her thighs, dripping down Emily’s hand, but it was still enough to have you whining quietly, your own cunt throbbing between your legs. You could feel your clit practically pulsing, already rubbing up against the vibe so neatly tucked into your panties and you were aching for it to be turned on. Alex’s eyes were shut, her chest heaving as she panted, Emily distracted as she gently fucked her through her orgasm and you couldn’t help yourself, your hands slowly beginning to wander, tracing patterns on your body, cupping your chest, pinching at your nipples. A hand found its way between your legs, pressing the toy harder against your clit and a moan escaped your lips, one loud enough to catch the attention of both the other woman.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Emily’s tone was harsh enough that your eyes shot open, your cheeks instantly heating in embarrassment of being caught, your hand stilling between your legs as Alex’s eyes slowly opened.

“Oh, sweet girl…” It wasn’t praise; the tone was sympathetic, apologetic even as she finally caught her breath, eyes boring into yours as you gazed up at two women, wishing you could lunge forward and tug Alex’s pants down, bury you face between her legs until she was moaning again.

“You little fucking whore.” Emily pulled her hand out of Alex’s pants, purposely sucking her slicked fingers into her mouth as you watched her clean the brunette’s juices from them, “such a fucking needy slut you can’t go a day without coming? Without touching yourself? Seeing this driving you too wild to actually behave? You should be reminded that good girls don’t fucking move until they’re told.” So distracted with berating you Emily didn’t notice the other woman moving through the room, “how are we supposed to make sure you behave tonight?”

“I think I have an idea.” Alex dangled a silk tie between her fingers, a sly grin on her lips as she approached you.

“And I am liking the way your brain works.” She smirked, nodding toward you before Alex walked around you.

“Hands behind your back pretty girl.” She instructed, free hand trailing across your shoulder, up your neck as she pushed your hair out of the way so she could lean down, nipping at your tender skin.

You followed her instructions, letting out a little whimper at the feeling of her hands on your body, knowing this was the only touching you were going to be receiving tonight. Alex intricately wound the fabric around you wrists, making sure it was secure but not too tight, waiting for you to give her a tiny nod before she stood up fully, looking back to Emily who had another instruction.

“Now… how about you get naked on the bed.” Em tossed the remote to the vibrator tucked in the front of your panties to her, “and had some fun with this.”

Alex slipped her fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand scooping up the remote as Emily wandered through the room. She clicked it once, smirking at the way you gasped when it sprung to life, your hands already struggling against their bonds at your desire to touch yourself or either of the other women. The light buzzing echoed through the room, the toy on its lowest setting, just enough to rile you up but not enough to even come close to getting you off yet. You let out a little whimper, hips rocking upwards in search of more friction and Emily let out a dark laugh.

“God you’re pathetic.”

When you glanced up to her you realized she was tightening her strap around her waist, cock hanging heavy from it and your eyes widened, your pussy fluttering around nothing even though you knew there was no way in hell you were getting that tonight. A quiet yelp escaped your lips when Alex flicked the vibrator up a couple of notches and you trembled,

“Oh god…” You groaned, the pattern of the vibrations surging from one at a time, to two, then three, pausing for an undetermined time before restarting.

“Don’t worry…” It was Emily’s turn to pinch at your chin, jerking your head to look up at her, “this time you’re allowed to come.”

“Hmm?” You let out the curious hum, eyes wide as you stared up at her, trying to keep your focus as the toy continued to buzz against your clit.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To get to come?” Her thumb trailed across your lower lip, guiding you to open your mouth and you did so, “well now you’re gonna to get to come as many times as we deem fit. You were a brat, so now you’re nothing but a toy to be used, understood?” You nodded the best you could without moving out of her grip and she smirked, “good. Now prove you’re going to behave.” She pulled your mouth open wider before spitting into it, letting go of your chin and you stayed exactly where you were, waiting with your tongue out. “That’s daddy’s good girl.” She purred, stroking at your cheek and tapping the bottom of your chin, “you may swallow.”

“So much prettier when you’re following the rules darling.”

“You know…” Emily chuckled, “now I’m remembering something that you are really good at, compliant or not…” Her hand wrapped around her cock, lazily pumping it a few times, “go on and get daddy’s cock nice and wet.”

Quickly sitting up on your knees you lurched forward, lips wrapping around the toy and Emily let out a satisfied hum, her hand tangling into your hair. At first she simply held onto you as you began to slowly bob up and down her shaft, tongue tracing patterns around her cock. You groaned when it hit the back of your throat, your nose brushing against her skin and her hand tightened in your hair, pushing you even further down right as Alex turned the vibrator up and you let out a muffled yelp.

“You really are desperate,” She chuckled from the bed, “aren’t you pet? Are you going to come while choking on daddy’s cock? Hmm?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Emily jeered, breaking the eye contact with you to glance over to the bed, smirking when she caught the other woman lazily playing with herself while she watched. You moaned around the toy, your pussy fluttering around nothing as the vibe continued to press into your pulsing clit, when Emily noticed your eyes fluttering shut, your cheeks hollowing around her cock she yanked you off. “Look at that.”

She turned your head toward the bed, laughing at the way your mouth fell open at the sight of Alex touching herself. You felt the pleasure surge through you, your thighs squeezing together while your arms tightened in their bonds.

“Daddy…” You whined, attempting to look back up at Emily and she laughed again.

“You want to come; you better make sure my cock’s in that mouth of yours when you do.”

Immediately you wrapped your lips around the toy, quickly bobbing up and down it, moaning the best you could as your eyes scrunched shut. The speed of the vibrator picked up again and you whimpered around Emily, your body tensing and this time the hand tangled in your hair began to shove you down onto her cock, her hips thrusting forward as she began to fuck your throat. Drool was pooling in the corners of your mouth, a muffled cry attempting to escape as your first orgasm shot through you and you shivered, nearly letting Em’s cock drop from your mouth. She caught on before you could though, roughly shoving you all the way down, the tip of her cock buried deep into your throat and she let out a groan, watching the way your body shook again with a very quick second orgasm. Smirking, she finally yanked you off her and you let out a gasp, panting as you gazed up at her, saying a silent prayer as Alex turned down the vibe.

“Little whore.” She laughed, rocking you backwards by the hair before she finally dropped contact with you, “such a fucking mess already.”

She was right after all, your panties were completely ruined, juices leaking through the fabric, a smear of drool on the side of your mouth, your eyes watering enough to smudge your mascara and there was nothing you could do to fix any of it. Her hand cupped your face, thumb wiping away the drool from your chin with a wicked grin before she stepped toward the bed, lazily pumping her cock she raised a brow at Alex.

“Ready for me?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Yeah?” Em’s finger curled under Alex’s chin, guiding her to stand so she could swap places with her, perching on the edge of the bed. Her hands glided up the brunette’s hips, gently wrapping around her waist, guiding her to turn around so she could face you while getting fucked from behind, before pulling her backwards, a hand softly running up her spine, “ready to come on my cock?”

Alex turned the vibe onto a different setting, pulling a gasp from you, your thighs tensing, “oh fuck!”

“Eyes open pretty girl.” She purred from the bed, bracing a hand on one of Emily’s thighs and you whined as you struggled to do what was asked. The pleasure had barely stopped burning under your skin from the first set of orgasms and you weren’t sure you were quite ready for another one yet.

One of Emily’s hands remained on Alex’s waist while the other one wrapped around her cock, sliding the tip through her folds before lining it up and watching as Alex sunk down onto it, letting out a low moan.

“God that feels good.”

“Yeah?” Emily grinned, kissing her shoulder before glancing over at you, “you like my cock stretching you out?”

“Mmmhmm.” Nodding, her eyes gently shut as she began to lazily ride Emily, the toy dragging through her fluttering pussy, squeezing down around it already. The vibe suddenly sprung to life again and you let out a cry, the tears springing back into your eyes as it buzzed directly on your throbbing clit, your cunt clenching down around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Daddy!”

“You’re wrong if you think I’m going to take pity on you.” Emily snapped back, squeezing softly at Alex’s waist, urging her to bounce faster in her lap, “right now is about you watching how pretty Alex looks taking my cock.”

You let out a pathetic whine in response, your thighs quaking, “oh god… fuck… fuck!” The pattern this time got more intense, running at the highest level until dropping down to nothing, then shooting right back up. It was only a matter of seconds until you were crying out, moaning loud as you rocked up high onto your knees, your body needing to move in some way that the other women would hopefully approve of. When you came this time, you felt yourself pulsing harder than before, squirting as you moaned, your panties caught what they could, droplets hitting the floor between your knees. You were barely recovering when you heard Emily laugh darkly,

“God,” she groaned, “such a fucking messy slut.”

“Oh but she does look so pretty when she’s crying.” Alex replied with a moan, Emily’s cock hitting a spot deep within her.

“Well…” she taunted, lips pressing into the side of her neck, “make her do it again then.” She nipped Alex’s earlobe, “really make her cry. Then I’ll make you come.”

Alex’s hand scrambled for the remote, shooting you an almost apologetic look as she flicked it back to the setting that had driven you incredibly wild. You let out a shaky cry as it began to buzz once more, your pussy pulsing around nothing,

“Daddy please!”

“Uh-uh princess.” She replied with a huff, “daddy’s a little busy.” Her hands began to wander Alex’s body, cupping at her chest, rolling her nipples between her fingers, pinching softly while her lips made home in the crook of her neck, her hips continuing to thrust up, driving deeper into Alex. “And I know you want my cock, want that naughty pussy filled.”

“Please!” You sobbed, your entire body shaking as you pulled against the scarf keeping your hands behind your back, “need more…”

“More?” Alex asked with a groan, her eyes cracking open with a sly grin on her lips. She knew the more she could give you right now certainly wasn’t actually the more that you wanted, but who was she to deny you? Her finger pressed a button on the remote and your entire body jolted forward. Pleasure mixed with pain burst through your body, your skin slick with sweat as you yelped, a tear streaking down your cheek. “Come for us,” she purred, “come again sweet girl.”

The toy jolted again and you burst, squirting harder this time, a small puddle forming on the floor by your aching knees. This time Alex kept the vibrations going at the same speed and you continued to cry out, your body shuddering, you were almost thinking about tapping out, looking up at the two women with a pout on your lips when she switched it back to a lower setting and you let out a sob of relief.

Emily chuckled, bracing her feet on the floor so she could drive up into Alex’s pussy harder, her hand drifting down from her chest to find her clit.

“You take me so well.” She murmured into her ear, “and I know you like it. I can hear how wet you are, feel you dripping onto my thighs.”

“M’close.”

“Open those eyes dirty girl.” She directed at you, “watch mommy come.”

You opened your eyes with a whimper, aftershocks still shooting through your body as you watched Emily’s fingers start to rub at Alex’s clit, pulling louder moans and swears from the other woman. The pace which she was bouncing in Emily’s lap began to stutter, her thighs starting to shake as pleasure surged through her body. She could feel herself clenching down around Emily’s cock, feel her juices coating it with each thrust of her hips. She let out a whine at the same moment you did, you’d shifted on your knees, the toy sliding in your panties just enough that it was hitting your swollen nub at a different angle, one that was about to push you over the edge yet again.

“Oh fuck Emily!” Alex moaned, her body shaking as her peak swam over her, Emily’s arm wound around her waist, holding her tight to her as she fucked her through her orgasm, gentle thrusts of her cock until Alex stilled in her lap, cock buried deep within her. She opened her eyes just in time to see your body convulsing as you let out a hoarse yelp, your body threatening to collapse forward onto the floor,

“Please!”

“Please what?” Emily taunted, “you want to come again?” She raised a brow but before you could even shake your head her hand reached out to the remote, flicking the vibe off and you let out a gasp of relief.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, tears rolling down your face, your body heaving as you finally let yourself start to relax, knowing you could come down from your high.

Alex rolled off Emily’s lap, letting herself collapse onto her stomach on the bed, Emily rubbed a hand across her back a few times to check in before she stood, crossing the room to you. Her fingers pinched at your chin again, tilting your head up to her, smirking at the state of you, utterly dishevelled, hair a mess, mascara running down your cheeks, smudged to high hell around your eyes, panties drenched, juices leaking down your thighs into the growing puddle on the floor.

“Learnt your lesson?” She asked and you nodded meekly.

“Yes daddy.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand when she shifted it up, “it won’t happen again. I’ll be good. Promise.”

“Good.” She swatted at your cheek, “now apologize to Alex.”

“M’sorry mommy.”

“Oh sweet girl…” She pushed herself up to sitting, crawling to the edge of the bed, “there’s no need to apologize to me. Besides,” she glanced to the other woman, “I think it’s rather safe to assume daddy enjoys punishing you.” She slipped from the bed, kneeling beside you as she undid the bind around your wrists, raising one arm and then the other to leave gentle kisses where the fabric had been digging into your skin. When she let them go you hunched forward, bracing your hands on the floor in front of you, letting out a few heavy breaths as the sensation began to come back into your arms. Emily’s hand cupped at your cheek again,

“Can you stand?” She asked, her voice much softer than it had been all night and you nodded after a moment, wincing as you started to get to your feet. You felt Alex’s hands on your hips, guiding you up before Emily’s arm wrapped around your waist, her lips brushing the side of your head, “you’re a mess princess….”

“You alright?” Alex asked, her hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs wiping away a few straggling tears, smudging the mascara off your skin and you gave her a tired nod.

“Mmhmm.”

“Good.” She pressed a tender kiss to your lips, “let Emily get you cleaned up, I’ll get the bed nice and ready for you.”

“How do you feel about a bath?” Emily asked softly, squeezing at your side as she guided you toward the bathroom.

“Sounds great.” You murmured, leaning into her embrace as she slowly lead you to the bathroom on shaky legs.

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〚Yandere Cove Holden Part 2〛

《Yandere Cove Holden x Female Reader》

Alright here’s part two! Here are a few things I must say before you can read. Steps 3 and 4 WILL have some smut scenes and in case anyone forgot, you’re both 18 in Step 3 and 23 in Step 4 in the game.

And one more thing, I am not good at explaining sex scenes so please have mercy if those bits sucks ass then part 1 lol. Tips and advice would be greatly appreciated though!

Also SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FINISH PART 2. A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED, I GRADUATED HIGHSCHOOL, I HAD SLIGHT FAMILY PROBLEMS AND LAZYINESS. So yeah, I’ll try and write every few days and not forget I have an active tumblr account lmao.

Step 3:

♡ Ahh, the end of high school is here, you’re both 18, and sooner or later if Cove doesn’t make ANY moves on you, he’ll surely lose his grasp on you. While it angers him to be away from you during the summer, he enjoys reading the letters you’ve written for him or any care packages you had sent. He’s missed you so much. Cove’s become...desperate for anything.

♡ Locked in his old childhood room that he’s stayed at during his daily summer visits to his mom’s place, he pulls out one of your recently worn pair of panties. Well, before his trip to his mom’s, he might or might not have stolen one of your panties. But don’t worry! He’ll return it... after he washes it. Cove knows this is wrong. To shamelessly pleasure himself using one a pair of your panties. But he can’t help himself. Cove misses your smell. Your natural smell brings him both pleasure and comfort. Reminding him of moments you both had. cough there’s too many to count cough

The sound of whimpering and soft groans echoed the empty apartment, pleas and repeated ‘fuckfuckfuck’s came from one room. There in the room clothes were thrown wherever as Cove sat on his bed; legs wide open, heels digging into the mattress as he hungrily pumps his throbbing cock into his fist. His other hand had your lacy panties that he had stolen from you before leaving, nose buried into the soft fabric, inhaling your scent.

“M-miss you! want you so b-ah!” Cove whines, surprised at his own actions, hips jerking upward as his cum-covered fingers slide up to his chest to pinch and pull at his pink nipples. With the stimulation it was enough for Cove to let out a high pitch moan as he came all over his stomach for the nth time.

Panting, Cove removes the underwear from his face to inspect the mess, or messes, he left. “Holy shit...” He moaned, gathering cum around his fingers. A sudden ping catches his attention. He sees the notification pop up with his special nickname for you

Mine ♥ : 𝗁𝖾𝗒!! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗇??

Cove bites his lip at the thought of hearing your sweet voice after a few sessions. One coming up as beads of precum leak from his red, throbbing tip. His eyes glancing at the time on his phone. 8 PM. His mom doesn’t come home for another few hours, he has plenty of time for another round or a few. And the best part, you’ll be helping him! Though you won’t know.

With that set, he shakily presses his thumb onto the phone icon. Cove wraps your underwear around his, now hard, cock, and waits for to you to answer his call.

♡ Cove has been running on countless ideas on what he needs to do to make you official and that’s when the gods and goddesses have answered him. He’ll ask you to accompany him to the ORCA fundraising diner. Of course you said yes because why wouldn’t you? He has so many plans on confessing to you tonight and tonight can’t go wrong.

♡ It’s finally the fundraising diner, he’s outside looking into your window, waiting impatiently so he could be near you again, touch you. The diner starts in 30 minutes and he’s been waiting for you for 13. Cove paced around his car to hold himself back from crawling through your window and pulling you into a passionate kiss and proclaim his love for you. But for now, he’ll wait to confess. Deep down, Cove knows he doesn’t have the nerves to actually do that.

♡ After waiting forever, you finally make your way outside to Cove’s car, your dress hugging your curves perfectly. Cove’s eyes stayed glued onto you as you rushed over to him, hair flowing behind you, your perfume assaulting his senses. He could feel his face heat up when he noticed a shiny piece of jewelry hugging your ankle. An anklet. Oh fuck. What would he give to bend you over his car hood and fuck you senselessly.

♡Maybe coming to the fundraiser with you was a bad idea, all the looks you’ve been receiving from these... disgusting animals almost makes him want to leave. But it’ll all be worth it in the end. You both had your food and desserts and are currently on the dance floor. Busting it down Arms wrapped around each other, chest pressed snuggly, it’s like a puzzle piece. Cove has known for a long time that you’re made for each other.

♡ Finally! Finally FINALLY! It was time! the event ended with you enjoying yourself and having a good time with Cove but now it was time for the main event. He’s shitting bricks but he needs to do this. He needs to claim you as his, it’ll only be temporarily. Maybe in the next few years, Cove could give you his last name...?

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Step 4:

♡ He’s done it. 5 years ago, he confessed his feelings to you after the fundraiser and you accepted his confession. Now, at 23, you both been living together after Cove asked you to move in with him at 20. Even though he wanted to you to move in with him as soon as possible after telling both your families that he’s been looking into moving out. He almost cried in frustration when you declined, stating that you both should wait awhile before jumping the gun.

♡ Living with Cove has been amazing. Ever since he’s gotten more comfortable sleeping in the same bed as you, he’s been nothing but a cuddle bug. Make the slightest movement to adjust your sleeping position or use the bathroom, he always wake up and waits for you to come back so he could wrap his arms around your waist and sleep soundly. He can’t afford to be separated from you after chasing you for so long.

♡ After living together for 3 years, you’ve had sex a few times. But those few times always leave you fucked out and twitching uncontrollably and they always last up to 2 rounds, 3 if Cove’s feeling extra possessive. Speaking about how often you both are busting it down, if Cove could, he would’ve made your love making life into something more wild and kinkier. You sitting on his face as he overstimulates your throbbing clit as you suffocate him with your plush thighs, Cove shoving his tongue into your pussy while you sleep soundly above him, grinding his hard cock against your thighs as he pins you against the cold sand as he begs you to allow him to fuck you in the empty beach, etc. This guy’s a beast! But luckily for you, or not if you’re into those things, Cove’s shyness stops him from expressing those thoughts to you.

“P-please!” Cove sobbed, grinding his weeping cock against your thighs, spreading precum all over you and your swimsuit. Head buried in your neck as you wrapped your arms around Cove’s shoulders, moaning as his tip repeatedly bumped into your clit.

“ I wan’ fuck you, wan’ fuck you so badly, please..!” He kisses your neck, hands wondering all over you.

Cove

More whimpering came from Cove as he started grinding faster, the knot in his stomach threatening to break the faster he went.

“Fuck! ‘m gonna..! gonna cum!”

Cove!

Cove arches his back as he came in his boxers, the crotch of his sweatpants darkening. Whimpering escaped Cove’s lips as he gave a few more thrusts to the air before opening his eyes.

“W-what?” he gasps, now realizing what happened. He was in a wet dream and you woke him up.

“Man that must’ve been an intense dream,” You murmured in concern, rubbing his shoulders. ‘Good,’ Cove thought, a sigh of relief escapes his lips. He didn’t want you to figure that it was a wet dream instead.

“Y-yeah...” Sitting up, Cove covers his crotch with the blanket he was sleeping with. It smelled like you. “It was...really intense.”

♡ Now onto the fun part, the promise he made to himself before confessing to you. To propose to you. To become your husband. And what better way to propose to you then back at your childhood home on your favorite hill. Cove bought the ring months ago and made sure to bring it with him as he left to go back to Sunset Bird for your Moms’ dinner anniversary. The ring weighed down on his mind as he nervously awaits your arrival.

♡ When you arrive, you’ve noticed at Cove’s nervous attitude, always stuttering around you, greenish blue eyes fluttering away from your confused ones. Normally, he loved talking to you, making eye contact with you, but now, he’s back to his 13 year old self, way before you started dating. Cove tries his hardest to not make it obvious but it doesn’t help when his parents and your question if he was alright. With Cove’s confusing personality switch, he always makes it up to you by cuddling you tightly when you sleep.

♡ Time skip to everyone at his father’s house, when his mom mentions a showcase of Cove’s baby photos, you light up with glee at the thought of baby cove. Cove notices this and your comment about him in his onesie, makes him think about having children with you. His cheeks flare up as he imagined a mini you just running around the house as he cradled a mini him in his arms as you peck his cheek. Now he’s even more determined to make that dream come true.

The sound of crickets echoed through the air, the fireflies and the moon lighting up the small town of Sunset Bird on a warm summer night. Cove had brought you to your favorite hill covered in poppies, where you both first met 15 years ago. During this whole trip back, you’ve been worried about Cove’s sudden nervous behavior but waited until he opened up to you about what was on his mind.

“(Y/N)…” Cove began, voice wobbly. You let out a hum in acknowledgment as you await him to continue.

There was a slight pause. You tilt your head as Cove softly cupped your hands into his. Cove falls to his knees, grunting at the impact before fixing himself into the correct position. One knee up, the other kneeling. He hasn’t looked at you yet in fear he might get overwhelmed and chicken out. But his determination of having a family with you, gets him ignore his fears. So with a deep breath, Cove whips his head up to stare into your eyes with his determined ones.

“You-you... have always been there for me... through thick and thin. Defending me from b-bullies left and right.” He began, voice cracking here and there as his eyes become misty.

Noticing where this was going, your eyes also become misty, a smile painted on your face. "A-and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are the missing piece of me I thought I had lost a long time ago.”

More silence as Cove’s collects himself for the golden question.

“(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

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A/N:

I am FINALLY done!! Once again SO SORRY for disappearing for like 2 months.

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flash on. (ft diluc, zhongli + ayato)

001. you send them a suggestive photo whilst they’re out.

002. suggestive themes, nsfw, semi-public masturbation, phone sex

003. 18+ content ahead. minors do not interact.

— diluc is working late at the tavern when his phone pings. ‘my love: 1 attachment’ it reads. curious, he opens it.

a picture of you in a lacy two piece lights up his screen, and he’s almost too quick to turn his phone off. the angle at which you took it made you look scandalous, almost as if you were about to start fingering yourself then and there. one hand was draped in between your breasts, the pink lace barely even covering your nipples. a message pings in immediately after diluc saves the photo to his camera roll. it reads;

“i miss you.”

taking a sharp breath, diluc quickly types his response.

“play with that pretty pussy while you wait, be home soon.”

and with that, diluc’s shift ends for the night.

— initally, zhongli is pleasantly surprised to receive a text message from you. it shows that you’re thinking of him whilst he was out, albeit not in the way he expected.

at first, the photo surprises him. he definitely wasn’t prepared for the photo to be so erotic; it featured you sitting in front of the camera, fingers buried knuckle deep into your cunt. your regulation black panties were soaked and your juices leaked out onto the couch, creating a gooey puddle in between your legs.

and in the midst of his confusion, a second text comes through. “when are you getting home? i’m bored :(”

sighing, zhongli puts down the book he was holding. “wait for me, my dear,” he responds before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

— ayato saw it coming. a man can’t leave his poor darling alone for more than an hour without her finding some sort of way to get him to come home. clearly his international affairs don’t matter to you because as his soon to be wife, you should take first priority.

what he doesn’t see coming, however, is the photo itself.

now, he knew you could be naughty, but not the type of naughty where you send him a picture of you flat out riding a blush pink dildo. your pretty pussy leaks fluids that drip along the dildo and onto the floor, gathering into a small puddle. what ayato is focused on most is your ass and how round it looks devoid of any panties. it looks so soft and big and he finds himself needing to touch it immediately.

as his hand moves to pull his hardening cock out of his trousers, another message comes through; this time, a video. it’s caption, “keep working hard, baby ;)”

ayato sighs as his thumb slides over his leaky tip. oh, he will.

kinktober event masterlist.

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Red Ties

Chapter 19

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

James made quick movements in reaching for Mary’s top, pulling it over her head, and leaving her in her lacy white bra. He reached for her skirt, fumbling for the zipper while never taking his lips off hers, and unzipped it, letting it pool on the floor by her feet. Mary moaned into his lips, the rushes and tingles taking over her body. Her hands snaked around his neck, allowing him to pull her from the bed, so she was standing against him, his hands roaming her body and feeling every inch of her. Mary took the opportunity to reach for his jacket, pushing it off him, and James followed quickly, yanking it from his arms and throwing it to the ground, making quick work with his shirt. It wasn’t long before they were both standing in their underwear, and James made the move to take her bra off.

A ping of the strap and her breasts were free, perky, and sensitive to his touch. James ran a hand up the back of her neck, not her hair, and pushed her head back with his mouth, towering over her so her back was arched. Mary moaned, stumbling slightly as the bed hit the back of her knees. Mary took a moment to catch her breath as James pulled away for a second, staring down at her, and he gently pushed her onto the bed. He discarded his boxers, flinging them across his shoulder before climbing on the bed, crawling over her body, and pressing a kiss to her lips. Mary thought he was going to continue there, but instead he trailed kisses down her body, across her neck, and over her chest, placing a peck on each breast before running them down the middle and over her stomach. Dark eyes looked up over her body as she shifted in the sheets, her hands gripping them as her pussy began to pulse with pleasure. James pressed a kiss down her stomach, over to the top of her pelvis.

Mary gasped as he neared her aching pussy, his fingers dipping into her lace pants, which she had specifically chosen for him, and pulled them down, the elastic snapping, and he threw them across the room, landing on the plush chair. His arms snaked around her thighs, lifting her legs up, and he tugged her down so she was further into the bed, her thighs encasing his head. His cold rings burned into her skin and sent a tingle. With a dark look, he pressed his lips to her wet folds, sucking hard like a baby to a mother's teat. Mary erupted in a moan, the pleasure like nothing she had felt before.

His tongue darted in places she didn’t think a tongue would go, and his warm mouth sent tingles flying up her body to the tips of her toes and made her whole body tingle. Mary groaned into the sheets, eyes closed, as she fell into the erotic world of pleasure. The feeling was addictive, and she didn’t want it to stop. All her thoughts of Christian beliefs and God went out the window as James clouded her mind with pleasure.

He lapped up her juices, his tongue sticking into her hole, and she jumped at the sensation, almost as if she were trying to get away, but he held her still. His eyes were narrowed and had a darkness about them as he watched Mary squirm underneath him.

“Ask me to cum,” he whispered, and Mary looked down, her words barely hearable.

"What?” she whispered as the pleasure took over her.

“Ask me to cum?” He ordered again, this time his voice firmer, and Mary groaned, writhing around in the sheets as the pleasure became too much. She could feel her orgasm right there, and it was difficult to concentrate.

“Can I cum?” She said it quickly, and James smirked against her pussy, sucking on her sensitive clit, his tongue flicking it. Mary tightened her legs around him, her toes curling as she wasn’t able to hold back any longer.

“Call me, sir," he ordered softly, and Mary groaned. A part of her was wondering why he was asking her to do all that; why couldn’t he just let her orgasm?

“Can I cum, sir?" She spoke quickly, and James sucked her pussy hard, pulling back and letting it pop.

"Yes,” he murmured before going in on her again, eating her like it was his last meal. The orgasm was so intense, and Mary’s body was shaking, her skin was sweating, and her hair was all messy.

It was exhilarating, like nothing she had ever felt before, and much more intense and pleasurable than the last orgasm she had with him.

James reached for his hard dick, rubbing himself as he lapped up her juices, groaning into her hot pussy as he neared his orgasm in seconds. Watching her enjoy him pleasuring her made him so hard, and the sir just added that little extra touch he was looking for. He reached his orgasm, groaning hard as he came, spilling on the sheets.

Mary was catching her breath, staring down with starry eyes. James crawled up her body, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips to bring her back to life, and pressed one to her forehead.

"Wow,” she whispered, and he chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. He pecked her once more, leaving his lips there for a good ten seconds before pulling back and resting his forehead on hers. He could feel how hot she was, and he slipped his arms underneath hers, pulling her body into his and turning so she was resting on top of him, her head lying on his chest. His hand was running through her hair, stroking her head, and the exhaustion from the orgasm drifted her off to sleep.

The morning came, and James woke with the hot sun on his back. He had forgotten to close the curtains, so the sun was beaming through, heating the room. He lifted his head gently from the pillow, looking down at the sleeping beauty that was Mary. She was wrapped up in his arms, her skin all glowing and soft, and he smiled. She looked beautiful even after an intense orgasm and deep sleep. Taking a deep breath and leaning over, she pressed a warm kiss on her shoulder, pressing them over her arm, and then back up to her jaw line, in turn waking her from her deep slumber.

She groaned sweetly, curling up in the sheets and arms, and James pressed a kiss to her ear before whispering softly.

“Good morning’.

“Mmm” was all she could mumble, and James chuckled, running his nose across her face, which made her squirm as it tickled her. She giggled softly, finally turning over in bed to look up at him. Even in the morning, he looked gorgeous, and she bit her lip as her cheeks flushed red.

"Morning,” she murmured back.

His arm rested across her chest, cupping her cheek and running his thumb along softly.

“How was last night?” he asked, knowing full well how it went, but he selfishly wanted her to tell him how good it was.

Mary bit her lip and turned on her side, staring into his bright blue, dazzling eyes. She couldn’t describe how much she enjoyed that last night, and she suddenly felt a little shy saying it.

“It was really good,” was all she could come up with. She didn’t want to embarrass herself with the fact that she had never had that done before, and it was the most amazing thing she had felt.

James smiled, continuing to rub his thumb along her cheek.

“Although I forgot to pray before we slept,” she added.

“Do you normally pray before bed?” he asked, and she nodded. She had done it since we were two.

“In fact, both times I’ve stayed here, I haven’t prayed,” she admitted, and it brought her down a little. She was so used to her routine of saying a little prayer before bed that she felt she was leading a rebellious life. Although two nights weren’t going to get her kicked out of heaven and pushed into hell, surely God would forgive her for that.

“Next time you’ll have to remind me; otherwise, I won’t hold back,” he murmured, and Mary felt her cheeks heat.

“You can blame me; tell God it was my fault,” he said, and Mary giggled. James felt a little bad that she missed her bedtime prayers, but the selfish man inside him craved having control over her and doing what he wanted to do.

“It’s okay”. She reassured him.

But there was something on Mary’s mind that popped in. At the time, she was wondering about it, but the intense orgasm had clouded her mind, and before she could ask or think of it further, within seconds, she had fallen asleep.

“Can I ask you something?” She said that, and James nodded.

“Of course,” he said, feeling his heart start to speed up a little and wondering what she might be leaning towards. His thumb didn’t leave her cheek, and he found himself playing with a strand of blonde hair between his fingers.

“Why did you want me to call you Sir?”.

Shit. He hoped he wouldn’t have to talk about this yet. Damn Yori probably jinxed it. He stared down at her for a moment, trying to think of what he could say. He didn’t want to tell her the complete truth yet. Their relationship was still early, and anything like that could scare her off. He was being selfish again, but that’s the type of man he was and always will be. No, right now wasn’t the time to discuss who he was.

“Well, sometimes it can make things hotter; loads of people do it.” He won't be exactly wrong with his answer, but the part about loads of couples doing it might not be as true. It certainly did make things hotter between them, but Mary was an innocent girl who had never experienced sex or anything sexual, so everything was new to her. It really gave James a slight advantage.

“Is that why you wanted me to ask to cum?” she said, and he nodded. Again, he wasn’t completely wrong, but there would be a day where he’d have to tell her the reason he wanted her to ask was because he was a control freak and liked to exercise control over everything during sex, especially her orgasm.

“Yeah, it’s very sexy when you ask me to cum,” he smirked, and Mary wanted to hide her face in the pillow. Never did she think she’d be asking someone for her to have an orgasm. But she was glad James knew what he was doing. Because every time was a new thing for her, and she certainly didn’t have a clue.

“What are you doing today?” He asked as they sat up further in bed, his arm wrapping around her as she lay beside him. He was so warm, and she snuggled closer to him.

“I’m working tonight; I have a late shift, but not at the hospital; just some patients I need to go see and make sure they’re okay,” she smiled. Ahh, that reminded him.

“That reminds me, I have a favour to ask. My friend Yori stays at the home you visit. I think he needs some help. He had a fall a little while ago, and I’m worried something will happen to him if someone doesn’t check on him now and then. He’s adamant that he doesn’t need any help, but I think he does, so I was wondering if maybe you could check on him now and then. I can come with you if you like,” he asked, running his fingers over her shoulder.

"Yeah, of course. Does he take any medication?” She asked, her brows knitting together with concern.

"Probably, but he never tells me; he’s a tough man for 80 years old, but when you get to know him, he’s sweeter than anything,” he said.

“Sure, we can go tonight while I’m there... Trust me, half the people that live there think they don’t need help; Mrs. McKenzie is just the same.” She snuggled further into his arms, and James furrowed his brows together. He let out a soft laugh, and Mary looked up at him.

“What?” She asked.

“I think your patient is one of Yori’s neighbours, which he hates, so maybe don’t mention her when we visit him,” he advised, staring down at her with a smirk. He only just realised that Mary’s patient was the neighbour Yori spent most of his time fighting with and moaning about. Mary blinked in disbelief.

"Really,” she was surprised. How could anyone not like Mrs. McKenzie?

“Yeah, every time I visit him, he complains about her. But he’s ann 80-year-ol man, so he’s going to complain about something,” he shrugged.

“You’ll have to remind me; I don’t want to set him off.” She hadn’t realised they were sworn enemies, and James chuckled.

“If he says anything, I’ll shut him up.”.

There was silence between them, and Mary looked up at James with bright eyes.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” She asked, and James looked down at her, silent for a moment, before a smirk crept on his face, and he shuffled in the bed as he climbed on top of her, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“I can think of something,” he whispered, and he began to press kisses down her body.

Chapter 20

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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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Sick Surprise pt. 13 - Something Old and New pt. 1

I’m which it’s the days before the wedding!

Warnings: fluff! Drunk Y/N, mentions of smut, cursing, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

The Bachelorette Party

Y/N squealed as Penelope came around with another round of cotton candy shots. “Okay! Let’s bring out the presents!” The bubbly blonde squeaked.

The woman gasped. “No way! You guys didn’t have to get me presents!” JJ and Emily sat on the opposite sides of her with four bags in their hands each. Penelope sat in the chair in front of her with about five in hers and a two of Y/N’s work friends sat in the surrounding chairs.

She smiled after picking up a little shot glass and down the sour liquid. “Yes we did! You’re getting married, and in two of these bags are for your honeymoon.” Emily winked. Y/N’s body heated and she giggled.

“Whatever! I’m gonna go with the least risky bag.” She looked at JJ and held her hand out. “Bag me, sexy.” The drinks must have really been getting to her.

JJ handed her a bag and she excitedly tapped her heels on the ground. She reached inside and felt something silky and smooth. She furrowed her brows and pulled it out.

It was a white robe all wrapped up neat and pretty with a blue bow. “Awww, JJ! This so so cute!” She gasped. On the back of the robe it said Mrs. Reid and their wedding date.

“I thought it would be cute to wear for photos and on the honeymoon.” She shrugged with a smile. Y/N leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Okay open my next one!”

Y/N grabbed the bag that was shoved I to her hands and reached inside. She rolled her eyes with a smile when’s he felt the lace on her fingers. She pulled it out and widened her eyes at the white lacy set with REID sewn on the front over the crotch.

“Are you guys trying to get him to break my vagina?” She asked, giggling and showing everyone the garment.

The women hollered and squealed as a song they all recognized came on. “Okay!” Y/N hopped up from her chair. “We’ll resume this after we dance!”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The Bachelor Party

Spencer begged the guys not to take him to a strip club or anywhere where he could see some other girl’s… body parts. He didn’t want that on his conscience when he said I Do in 48 hours.

So, they ended up in Rossi’s backyard with beers and a ping pong table. Hotch was currently beating Rossi’s ass at the game and Morgan and Spencer were watching.

“So… have you asked her yet?” Derek asked after a sip of beer.

Spencer sighed and shook his head. “N-no.”

Derek tilted his head. “Why not?”

The man took a sip of his beer and cleared his throat. “I just—“ He sighed and shook his head. “I’m scared she’ll say no.”

The other man chuckled. “Well, you don’t know if you don’t ask.” He shrugged.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I just— we only been together for a year and 10 months. I have no idea if she’s ready to let me adopt Eloise.”

He hummed and clicked his tongue. “Didn’t you tell me that she said you were great with her? And thy she told you that you don’t need to ask her permission to let Eloisey do things. And you accidentally called her your daughter and… Y/N didn’t even flinch.”

Spencer nodded. “You’re right. I’m totally just over thinking it.”

“Reid!” Rossi called. He snapped out of his conversation with Derek and looked at the smiling man. “Get over here and have some fun or I’m taking you to get drunk!”

Spencer looked at Derek with a smile before he rolled his eyes and got up from his chair.

The Bachelorette Party

In total, Y/N had received 15 sets of lingerie. She was thankful but also a little worried for her body. She also got a blue pendant necklace that all of the BAU girls pitched in for her ‘something blue’.

After all of the presents, the party was over. Emily and JJ were trying to keep Y/N upright while walking to the can and Penelope was holding all of the presents.

It was a good idea to schedule the party two days before the wedding because there was no doubt that she’d wake up with a massive hangover.

“Where’s m’kid?” She slurred. Emily groaned when Y/N almost slipped in a puddle of water on the sidewalk.

“She’s with Hotch’s babysitter.” She nodded. “Remember? With Jack and Henry.”

“Ooooooohhhhhh.” Y/N nodded with a giggle. She leaned into Emily. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked loudly, thinking that she was whispering.

“Sure…?” Emily gave a look to JJ.

Y/N laughed. “Eloisey’s got a crush on JJ’s kid!” She doubled over and stomped her foot.

Penelope sighed. “It’s gonna be hilarious to see Reid trying to deal with his drunk Mrs!” She laughed.

Y/N almost spun around completely. “Shhh! He won’t know I’m drunk, ‘nelope! So don’t say any words, m’kay!?”

The bubbly blonde nodded. “Oh… of course not!”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer and the guys had ended up going to a bar because Derek believed that a bachelor party should be more fun than it was.

So, they all loaded up in cars and went to the nearest one. Spencer had one drink and wanted to leave because he knew that Y/N would be getting home soon from her party.

He asked Rossi to drive him home and he waited for her to get home. When she did get home, he didn’t expect her to be as absolutely wasted as she was.

The door flew open and Emily groaned when Y/N ripped her arms out of her and JJ’s hands. She stumbled inside the apartment, her eyes landing on Spencer who was reading a book. “Spencer!” She gasped. “Oh my gosh! What are you doing here!?”

Spencer stood up, glancing at Emily, JJ, and then Garcia. “I live here, baby.” He chuckled, walking towards her. “How much did you drink?” He asked, mainly talking to Emily and the other girls.

JJ sighed. “Eight shots of vodka and four ‘zombies’.” She snorted.

Spencer furrowed his brows as he walked forward to take his fiancé from them. “What’s a zombie?” He asked.

Y/N giggled. “It’s a loooooooot of alcohol.” She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and going limp in his arms. “Where’s my other baby?” She asked, nuzzling into his chest.

He reached down, grunting and grabbing her ankle to take off her high heels. “She— jeez— she’s with Jack and Henry and then your mom is going to pick her up from Hotch’s house.”

Y/N whimpered a bit. “But I wanna…” She paused and sighed. “I wanna see her…”

Spencer nodded as he struggled to take her other heel off. “I know baby. You’ll see her tomorrow!” He smiled, kissing her cheek.

“Are you okay here, Reid?” Garcia asked, hearing the woman sing horribly into his chest as he took off her heel.

He tossed her shoe behind him onto the couch. “Yeah, we’re okay! Thank you for taking care of her.” He smiled.

Garcia took all of the bags and walked towards the coat closet. “You don’t get to look in these bags, Mister. Understand?” She opened the door and shoved them inside.

Y/N nodded against him. “Yeah, Mr. Vagina wizard! No looking!” She patted his chest and slurred her giggles.

“Okay, I won’t look.” He blushed madly at her drunken words as he ignored the laughs coming from his coworkers.

The girls said their goodbyes to the drunk woman and Spencer and left. Y/N was mumbling nonsense to Spencer and he sat her down on the couch and left to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

“How was y- your parrrrtyyy?” She asked, her head rolling backwards onto the back of the couch.

Spencer chuckled and walked back into the living room. “It was good. Not as good as your though, apparently.”

Y/N shook her head and then frowned all of the sudden. “Did you… did y’see any… boobs?” She asked, opening her eyes just a bit.

The man shook his head and sat down next to her. “No. I didn’t see any.”

“Any butts?”

“Nope.”

“Mr. Chocolate didn’t take you to see any strippers?” She asked, sitting up and grabbing his shoulders.

Spencer shook his head. “No strippers.” She smiled at this and laid her head into his chest. “You gotta get to bed, okay?” He patted her back twice and then leaned her upright.

“Whyyyyyyy?” She whined, trying to poke his face. He moved away once but saw that she was persistent so let her do what she was trying to do.

Spencer smiled. “Because tomorrow you have Eloisey pick up, your nail appointment, your dress pick up, your eyebrow appointment, and then something else but you won’t tell me what it is.”

She giggled and bit her lip. “I’m getting a Brazilian wax!” She pretty much slapped his chest in excitement.

He rolled his eyes with a smile and stood up, bringing her with him. “Then, we have our rehearsal and dinner with everyone. Will you go to bed, please?” He chuckled.

“Can I have a kiss, please?” She asked, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed her shortly. He pulled away.

“That was not a very good kiss, mister.” She shook her head.

Spencer rubbed across her cheeks bone with his thumb. “I’ll give you a better one when you wake up, okay?” She smiled and nodded.

“Will you go to bed with me? I wanna cuddle you.” She whispered.

“Of course, baby.”

It took five whole minutes to get to the bedroom, Y/N was hard to control. She kept trying to slow dance with him in the middle of the floor. At one point he did because she started crying saying, “it’s rehearsal for our first dance! You have two left feet!”

Once he got her into bed, he stripped her of her dress and put some pajama pants and one of his shirts on her. He tied her hair back and away from her face because he knew how much she hated her hair getting in her way while she was sleeping.

She was very happy when he finally laid down next to her after changing from his clothes because that meant she could practically lay on top of him. “Missed you, Spence.” She whispered after hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

He rubbed her head before running his hand down her back. “I missed you too, baby.”

“Hey guess what, Spence,”

“What?”

“You’re really hot.”

He just laughed and shushed her.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to a bottle of water and a few advil on her bedside table. She groaned and rolled over expecting to see her fiancé there looking angelic as always when he was sleeping.

But he wasn’t there.

She furrowed her eyebrows and felt the dull aching of her head become stronger. “Ohhhhhhhhh fuck.” She sighed, groaning loudly.

She sat up and let her head fall into her hands. She stilled for a moment before realizing that her room was a bit too lit up.

She looked over at the clock on her table.

10:30 am

She was supposed to pick Eloise up from her mother’s at 9:00.

“Shit!” She stumbled out of bed and raced out of her bedroom.

She almost ran to the front door but paused when she saw Spencer cooking something in the kitchen and Eloise was dancing around the living room.

Spencer looked up from the frying pan. “Good morning— I uh… didn’t expect you to be up yet.” He said, ducking down to look at the clock on the stove.

“Morning mommy!” Eloise squealed.

She smiled down and squinted at her daughter. “Morning, baby!” She said quietly. “Did you…” She looked up at Spencer.

He nodded. “I didn’t want to wake you so I just went to get her and now I’m making you guys breakfast.”

Y/N crossed her arms and smiled as she walked towards him. “You’re the best. And I love you.” She mumbled.

He grinned, holding his arms out. She walked into them and squeezed him so tight. “How drunk was I?” She asked.

“Verrry drunk.” He kissed her head. “You forced me to slow dance with you.” He chuckled.

Y/N giggled and inhaled his familiar scent. Coffee, and cologne. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked, rubbing her back.

“For being you.” She answered after a short pause.

Spencer smiled. “Well, I’ll always be me. But, you’ve got to eat and then get ready for all of your appointments today.”

“Spenther! Is bweakfast weady!?” Eloise asked from the living room. “I’m a very hungry girl, otay?”

Spencer chuckled. “Yes, it’s ready. Do you wanna come and sit in your chair?”

Eloise pattered into the kitchen. “Duh, Spenther.” She rolled her eyes and climbed up on the pink chair.

Y/N smiled and shook her head. “Are you excited to have a girls day with mommy?” She asked, sitting in the chair next to her as Spencer began plating the food.

“Yeth! I so excited to get my nails done wif you!” She nodded, eyes lighting up. She paused. “Wait. I dotta go wash m’hands!” She scurried out of the kitchen to the bathroom.

Spencer leaned over his fiancé’s shoulder. “So, what’s she gonna do when you’re getting your… Brazilian?” He whispered. She could feel his smirk against her ear.

She turned to him, lips centimeters apart. “How did you know about that!?” She asked, watching him set a plate down in front of her.

He kissed her, leaving her head a bit dizzy. “Let’s just say, you like to overshare when you drink.” He whispered against her lips. She chased after his lips as he pulled away but he got too far and she pouted, turning around and picking up her fork.

Eloise rushed back into the kitchen and sat in her pink chair, excited to eat.

Y/N cleared her throat. “She will be with Penelope, for your information.”

Spencer smiled and sat across from her. “Oh, in that case, can I come watch?”

She furrowed her brows. “I really don’t think you wanna see hair getting ripped off my va-jay-jay.” She shook her head and Spencer laugh loudly, almost startling Eloise.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The day went absolutely perfect. Eloise and Y/N had gotten their nails painted, Eloise played with another little girl while her mother was getting her eyebrows done, Penelope picked up Eloise and took her for ice cream while Y/N was getting her soul snatched with hot wax and now, the mother and daughter pair were on their way to pick up their dresses. They got them and then she and Eloise went out to lunch. She wanted to explain what was going to change around the house and who she would be staying with after the wedding.

She watched her daughter with a smile as she munched on her chicken strips. “So, Eloisey…” She started. The girl looked up. “Remember when I told you what getting married was?” She asked.

Eloise nodded and her eyes out up. “It means that I get to wear a pretty dwess and frow fwowers at people.”

Y/N’s head titled to the side. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” She giggled. “Spencer and I are going to go on a little trip. Just for a couple of days.”

Eloise looked up. “Where we goin’?” She asked, almost biting her finger in the process of eating.

The mother sighed and reached across the table. “Baby, you… you aren’t going.” She shook her head. She couldn’t find any nicer words. “I’m sorry, baby. You’ll get to stay with grandma and grandpa.” Her shoulders tensed.

Eloisey face screwed up into anger. “I wan’ go, mommy!” She shouted.

“Eloise, you can’t go.” Y/N said quietly after shushing her. The girl sat back, crossing her arms. “It’s for three days, baby. I promise I’ll call you every single day we’re gone and I’ll even bring you back a present!”

The girl’s face lit up. “I wike pwesents, mommy.” She nodded.

Y/N smiled. “I know you do, baby.”

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Yayyyyyyy

I live this chapter and I’m sooooooo excited for the next chapter which will be the wedding! I decided to break it up into 2 parts

Thank y’all for reading and I love ya bunches❤️❤️❤️

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