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[watashijeon]

Mon Ange. | KTH

♫ listen while reading 📖— Is there someone else ~ The Weeknd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (*- 3•*)~

pairing: sub!reader × lawyer dom!taehyung

part 1 here

wc. 7.6k | smut & angst + fluff (reader is 22 & tae is 32)

Warnings: (+18) — taehyung smokes, long raw rough sex, creampie, infidelity & cheating (not between yn & tae), arranged marriage, inaccurate lawyer talk blah blah, intense orgasm, missionary, drunk tae to tipsy tae, spanking & face slapping, backhanded praise, lotsa dirty talk, aftercare, overthinking and anxiety esque moments, tension all around.. enjoy

— I made you mine, or so it seemed. I might as well be two feet tall. You never will love me at all. —

You’re calling out for his name, nothing can kill this moment. He feels sweetness and ease.. never has he let himself slip. But tonight is his birthday or so it was hours before.

Nonetheless, nothing could kill the stillness.

"Hm?" he’s mumbling with his speech, nose buried into pretty flushed skin. He feels confused, feeling you still when your words came out so blurred in his mind.

“I have to tell you something.”

Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.

He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.

"I think we should end our arrangement."

Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?

Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.

You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.

He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.

“Well, go on then.”

Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.

“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.

“I do, bye.”

He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.

Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.

But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?

“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.

And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.

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He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.

How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.

You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.

The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.

He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.

…

He pauses.

Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.

He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.

In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.

Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.

You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.

Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.

Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.

He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.

Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.

Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.

It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.

Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.

He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.

Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.

Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.

The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.

“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”

It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.

“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”

Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?

“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”

“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.

“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”

“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.

Ping

If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.

It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.

“What is this all for?”

His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”

Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.

He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.

So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.

He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.

“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”

“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”

He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”

Click.

He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.

Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.

“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.

It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.

Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.

Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.

He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.

15 minutes before

It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.

He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.

“Tae..?”

Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.

You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.

“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.

Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.

It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.

Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.

That helped some.

Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.

Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.

It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.

You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”

God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.

He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.

Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.

It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.

But why did he want to stay selfishly so.

Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..

Corny and sappy he thinks.

He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.

Present

All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.

Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.

It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.

You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.

You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.

“Hello?”

“Hmmmhmm, hello.”

There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.

“Yes, Taehyung?”

There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.

“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.

Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.

Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.

You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.

Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.

But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.

All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.

He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.

You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.

Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.

You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.

“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”

His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.

You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”

It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.

He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”

It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.

It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.

You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”

You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”

Silence, absolutely nothing back.

“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”

Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.

Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.

He won’t comment on it properly, never does.

“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.

“What? Stop mumbling.”

He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.

“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.

That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.

The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.

Are you going to do well without me?

Are we ever going to be okay?

Will we ever be fine?

You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.

It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.

Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.

Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.

You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.

You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.

It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.

Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.

You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.

But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.

You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.

You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.

“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.

You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.

But why are you still laying here.. melting away.

He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.

Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.

His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.

"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.

"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.

Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.

You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.

He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.

"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”

"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.

"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."

You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.

He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.

He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.

Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.

Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.

It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.

Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.

Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.

You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.

Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.

So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.

“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”

He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.

"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.

The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.

Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”

Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.

Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.

He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”

Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.

“So perfect, all for me, hm.”

You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.

“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.

The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."

She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.

Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.

“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.

He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.

"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”

“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”

“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.

feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.

“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”

“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.

Back and forth, back and forth.

An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.

He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.

"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."

His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.

“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”

“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.

The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.

You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.

Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.

Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.

The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.

He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.

"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.

“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.

“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.

He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.

You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’

He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.

“Y-you, you, fuck!”

It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.

Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.

“Again.”

You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.

He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.

“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.

“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.

Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."

"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."

"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."

"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"

Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.

"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."

Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.

"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.

At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.

The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.

"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”

He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.

“Want to show this cunt off to the world."

“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.

“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.

“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.

He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.

It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.

You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.

That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.

Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.

Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”

Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.

“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”

You don’t answer.

“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.

The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.

It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.

While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.

You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.

Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.

Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.

Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.

It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.

“Tae..? You there?”

He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.

“Do you know what you are?”

You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”

It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.

“You’re my girl.”

You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.

“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”

He only knew that you meant the world to him.. and he, adored you in his mind until it hurt.

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The Hat Stays On. Joel x Reader (PWP)

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You sit at the bar, the screams of the bachelorette party too loud for you sober ass. You’re babysitting your sister and her friends tonight. Fulfilling your maid of honour duties and all the fun that comes with being the Designated Driver.

“Nice hat,” you hear the Southern drawl as he sits down next to you. You adjust the well-worn black cowboy hat on your head as you swivel on your seat to address him. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, the guy’s actually pretty hot. You take in his patchy beard, strong nose, and plush lips slowly. You’re making a point. Then you meet his soft brown eyes, looking a little sheepish, flustered even.

“And you’re too pretty to be using pick-up lines at a dive bar.”

“Pretty?” He laughs, “That’s a new one on me.”

“What’s your name, pretty boy?”

“Joel, and what about you, cowgirl?”

“Alright. I deserved that,” you roll your eyes and give him your name. You look over your shoulder as a cry of “Shots!” comes from the party table.

“I keepin’ you from somethin’?”

You shake your head with a rueful smile on your face as you hold up your glass of soda.

“I’m the DD, sister’s getting married next week.”

“Congrats, I best let you get back to it.”

“I dunno,” you purr, taking off the hat from your head, placing it on top of Joel’s soft curls. It suits him, “The bathrooms in here are individual cubicles, if you catch my drift?”

Joel splutters as he tries not to choke on his whiskey, his eyes are wide, and you don’t miss the way he shifts on his chair. He blinks at you a few times and you smile sweetly up at him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

“Wait a few minutes, then follow me, cowboy.”

You hear his breath hitch, and you smile to yourself at how easily flustered he is. He smells good. You linger for a moment, your nose ghosting against his cheek before turning on your heel and strutting off to the bathrooms.

Your sister looks up as you pass the table, then back to the bar and she rolls her eyes dramatically at you. She knows what – and more importantly who – you’re going to do.

You stop at the sinks, checking for hat-hair in the mirror as you wait. The swing of the door catches your attention as you look out of the corner of your eye. You’re about to scold him for being too eager. You stop yourself as you realise that it’s not Joel.

“Hey there, sis,” your sister purrs as she saunters – a little unsteadily – to the basin next to you, pretending to check her make-up as she glances at you knowingly. Her faux feather-lined bridal hat looks ridiculous.

You had insisted on a proper Stetson if you were going to entertain the “Cowgirl” theme of the night. The rest of the bachelorette party are wearing hideous bright things with matching feathers to match your sister. 

“Mandy,” you grumble as you try not to sound as pissed as you feel.

“I see you and Joel are up to no good,” she tuts as she points a finger at you, “Again.”

“Come on, we’re just fooling around, I’ll be out before the rest of them notice I’m gone.”

You bargain, knowing none of your sister’s friends will have noticed, they barely know your name.

“Fine,” she sighs dramatically as she adjusts her bright white bridal hat in the mirror before turning to leave, “Don’t have too much fun.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you grunt as you watch her leave.

You run a hand over your face, growling to yourself in frustration at her inability to let you do anything without her approval. It’s almost killed the mood completely and you consider just heading back out and telling Joel to go home. Is it a little irresponsible to fuck your boyfriend in a bar at your sister’s bachelorette? Sure. But you’re horny and bored, how harmful would a quickie in a bathroom stall really be?

“Hey, darlin’,” Joel’s voice breaks you out of your bitter thought spiral. You hadn’t even heard him come in. Your chest flutters at the sight of him.

You practically salivate at the way his white under shirt stretches across his broad chest, framed by his red flannel. His too-tight jeans hug his thighs just right as he saunters over to you. You smirk a little at the cowboy hat still perched on his head. The picture of a true Southern gentleman.

“Hey, baby,” you sigh, cupping his cheeks as he drops his hands to your waist. His legs slotting either side of yours as he leans down to look you over.  

“She cause you any grief?”

“Just the usual shit,” you huff, “Sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have asked you to come, ‘was a stupid idea.”

“Don’t let her ruin your night,” he says softly as he nudges his strong nose against yours, “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

You sigh as you press your nose back against him, fingertips raking through his patchy beard. The hat pitches back a little and he brings a hand to steady it.

“Wanna keep role playing?” You ask as you move your hands down to his shoulders, anchoring yourself there as you arch up against him. Your body thrums with desire as he places a soft, barely there, kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Whatever you want,” he murmurs against your skin, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Stall. Now.”

You push him back by the shoulders before throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you as he walks backwards into the middle stall. Your teeth clash as you stumble into the small space, your hands fumbling with the lock as he presses you back against the door.

“Need your mouth on my cunt,” you hiss through gritted teeth as you come up for air, immediately Joel drops to his knees. You hear the harsh pop from his right knee as he hits the tile.

“Careful, baby,” you scold him gently, your tone laced with disapproval, and he whimpers softly in response.

“Sorry,” he rests his forehead on your belly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, “Just got a little excited.”

“I know, baby,” you coo as you catch the hat as it threatens to fall from his head, “Want you to keep this hat on for me, can you do that?”

Joel looks up at you, biting his lip as he nods slowly. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes desperate as he holds your gaze.

“Good boy, now undo my jeans.”

Joel grins up at you as he makes quick work of your pants, pulling them down past your knees, your panties going with them. You let out a soft sigh as the cool air hits your wet cunt, a delightful shiver running down your spine. You step one leg out of your heels, followed by your panties and jeans. You want him to have full access.

“So eager, Joel,” you purr as you admonish him softly, “Did I say to take my panties down too?”

“No, you didn’t. Shit, sorry,” he mumbles as he looks down, away from you as he shifts on the floor. You know that he’s aching, cock pressed against the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Keep misbehaving and you don’t get to come baby.”  

“I promise, I’ll be good, darlin’,” he drawls as he looks back up at you. His chocolate brown eyes wide with yearning as you press your thumb against his bottom lip, pulling on it softly.

“Make me come, baby,” you command as you surrender control to him.

He groans as he pulls one leg over his shoulder, his broad hands splaying across the sensitive skin of your thighs as he presses you hard against the door. You huff out a small sigh as you feel the scape of his beard as his strong nose trails up the crease of your thigh.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” Joel murmurs as his lips trail up towards your dripping folds. His hat tips back a little and he immediately moves to steady it. A smirk ghosts his lips as he hooks his arm around the leg draped over his shoulder. He secures the hat, making sure to trap your thigh against his bicep before humming gently just shy of where you want him.

“Gotta keep the hat on.”

He grumbles, almost to himself, and before you can say a word his mouth is on you. Hot and wet against your clit as his thick tongue glides through your folds, settling on your clit as you whine. You arch forward, your cunt pressed against his mouth as he drags his tongue in rough, slow circles around your clit. The hand not secured on his hat comes up to press firm on your belly, pressuring you just right that you squirm under his touch.

“Joel.”

You growl in warning as you feel a familiar pressure build in your core, the one that makes you gush.

“Hmmm?” he seems to be oblivious to your concerns, but you know that he’s aware of what he’s doing. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Don’t,” you pant as he licks a long, broad stripe up your slit. His lips mouthing and suckling as he goes, drawing all of the wet, lewd sounds from your pussy as you pant above him.

“You safe-wording darlin’? I need to hear it,” he taunts, his dark eyes boring up into your own as he increases the pressure on your navel. You love the way he can switch like this on you. So subby one moment, then pushing you to safe-word the next. It’s intoxicating.

“Never,” you whine as you let him push you to the edge.

He growls into your core as he grates his teeth against your clit, his tongue soothing, hot, wet, in their wake.

You want to scream; you know what’s coming. You want to tell him to just fuck you, but there’s a fire building in your belly that you don’t want to quell. But you want him to have his fill, to make you melt under his touch.

His tongue is unrelenting as his palm presses down on your belly, pressuring just right. You whine as you feel the pleasure streak down to your core, you’re screaming silently as you feel the pressure build.

“Joel,” you pant as your walls quiver around nothing, “I’m gonna-,” you’re cut off as he groans and sucks your clit hard, plush lips suckling as his tongue pressing hard against your swollen bundle of nerves. You whimper and thrash as you gush into his mouth. You clench around nothing as you feel your legs go weak.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Joel groans as you squirt over his shirt, he moves back enough to miss the worst of the splash zone, but he still gets enough on him to darken his collar and some of the front of his undershirt.

“Fuck, Joel,” you whine as you stutter through the aftershocks, your legs coated in your release as you pant, desperate to come up for air.

“Mmmm?” He hums, tongue gliding up and down the insides of your thighs as he laps up your juices.

“Fuck me.”

Your voice is a meek whimper as you feel your toes tingle as you flex and bend under the tremors that rock through your body.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He growls as he rights himself, the hat still firmly on his head as he hitches both your legs around his waist. His beard glistens as he presses you back against the door. You hear the clink of his belt, and you breathe a sigh of desperation as you wait to feel his cock notched at your core. His dark eyes meet yours as he leans in gently, his lips find yours in a soft, delicate press.

“Love you, darlin’,” he whispers against your lips as you feel the tip of his cock press against your core.

“Love you too, baby,” you whine as you buck your hips forward, pushing him inside as you moan for him.

“So needy,” he growls as he fills you to the brim and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. You’re so full, like every other time, but fuck, the angle makes it so tight.

Joel groans as he starts to fuck you at pace, you know he wants to kiss you tenderly, nip at your jaw and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But this is fervent, desperate. He fucks up into your cunt as you clench around him; and you hear it, really hear it.

The way your cunt squelches around Joel’s thick cock at it splits you in two is all you can hear as you feel another orgasm building in your core.

“Fuck me, Joel, fill me up,” you gasp as you let him use you, fuck you until he’s spent. You feel every devastating thrust as he rolls his hips up into you, grinding deep inside you as you whimper and moan above him.

His breaths come in ragged gasps as he nears his release, you hold his hat firm on his head as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He sucks and bites at your shoulder as his pace stutters. You cry out as he buries his cock deep inside you, his groans vibrating through your chest as he comes.

You cry out as he stills, pulsing as he comes inside you. You pull him from your shoulder, latching your lips on his as you battle with his tongue. You taste yourself on him as he languidly swirls his thick hot muscle around your mouth. You kiss slowly for a while, teasing each other through your own highs. He pants breathily as he presses his forehead against your own.

“That was so fucking hot.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you laugh, “Your shirt,” Jowl looks down, a wry smile pulling at his kiss-swollen lips.

“Let Mandy see it, might do her prude ass some good to see it.”

Joel jokes and you chuckle. Mandy being such the missionary vanilla princess will simply die seeing the mess you made.

“You’re a bad man, Joel Miller.”

“I’m your bad man, darlin’,” Joel grumbles as he grabs a few paper towels to pat your thighs dry. He pulls your panties and jeans back up before tucking himself back into his pants.

“Round two back at home?” You proffer as he grins at you, you prop the cowboy back atop your head. You’re a little sad to steal it back, it looks good on him.

“Always.”

Joel leans down to kiss you slow, tender as he dips his tongue down into your willing mouth. You don’t want to part but you know you’re already pushing your luck. You push gently against Joel’s chest and unlatch the door.

“Have a good night, darlin’, I’ll be waiting.”

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Double the Love | Part Seven*

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.5k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, injury description, explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, unprotected PinV, multiple orgasms, praise, size difference, basically pure p*rn, silly goofy vibes, branding ((?) not OC), marking

They finish what they started

"Have you guys ever shared a woman?" I find myself saying the question before I can process what I'm really asking.

Simon cocks his head to one side, looking mildly offended. "Why, sweetheart? Do we seem that green?"

I snort out a laugh. This whole situation is hilarious to me, and if I wasn't so turned on, I'd probably have broken into a fit of full-blown laughter by now.

I'm naked, Simon's naked, and Johnny is the only one who's still at least semi-decent.

It blows my mind to think - just a week ago - I thought Simon couldn't stand the sight of me. But now here we are, cuddled up together in bed.

"No," I say in what I hope is a reassuring tone. I reach out a hand, gently cupping the side of his face. "I just wanted to know how you normally do this."

We've moved around since Johnny gave Simon some of the most impressive head I've ever witnessed - a close second to Simon's own performance on me earlier tonight. Now, we're all spooning - my much smaller frame sandwiched between their muscular, scar-flecked ones. I never noticed just how big they are compared to me until now. Not that I'm complaining; far from it. I like being smaller than them. It makes me feel oddly protected.

Johnny's hand brushes a path from my bare waist to midway down my thigh, causing me to grind back against him instinctively. He bites down on a groan to say, "Well, it depends, lassie. Think ye can handle both of us at the same time?"

I gulp.

There are challenges and then there are challenges.

I've seen Simon already and - on his own - he's packing. Based on the impressive tent that I can feel pushed against my backside every time I move, I can tell that Johnny isn't going to be far off. Maybe even thicker.

Johnny chuckles, his hand sliding past me to caress Simon's jaw. "ah' think she's worried, Si."

"With good reason," he replies smugly, visibly preening at the confidence boost.

"Well I'm sorry that I like having use of my legs," I grumble from my spot, caged in between them. It feels almost surreal being here. For once, I'm actually enjoying sex and all the foreplay and aftercare that comes with it. For however long it lasts.

Simon offers me a languid smile, cock twitching against my thigh. "So, what do you want to do, princess?"

I lean in, pressing a kiss to his slightly parted lips. His mouth is deceptively soft, the delicate skin moisturised and plush. He welcomes me in, slipping his tongue past my lips to flick playfully against my own. It feels good; like it's the most natural thing in the world for me to be doing on a random afternoon.

As I pull away, I offer him a bashful look, grinding myself back against Johnny once more. "Maybe... I start with just one of you."

"And see how you feel then, bonnie?" Johnny supplies, hitting dead on the mark.

I nod, trying my best to look coy when I know for a fact exactly what I'm doing. "And, because Si's already got off tonight, I think it should be you, Johnny."

Simon's eyes are heavy lidded as he takes me in, licking his lips slowly. "I agree, darlin'. Lie down against me."

Before I can ask what he means, Simon props himself up against the pillows, erection jutting out proud and heavy. He gathers me into his arms with Johnny's help, manoeuvring me until all of my weight is resting against him, my body positioned between his spread legs. Thick thighs the size of tree trunks hold me in place, bracketing my hips .

Johnny leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before doing the same to Si. With one hand on his injured side, he gets up from the bed.

I watch as he strips himself down with unbridled confidence, eyes only leaving mine to fall just behind me - undoubtedly looking to Simon. The way that they so casually share in this moment - in me - only gets me even more hot and bothered. By the time he gets back onto the bed, I can barely contain my anticipation; raking my nails along Si's muscular thighs hard enough to leave red, angry marks. I'm sure they're going to sting in the morning, but he doesn't tell me to stop.

"Calm down now, lassie," Johnny says teasingly, settling on his knees between my legs, "or ye won't get to play."

I swallow, letting my head tip back against Simon's chest as a deep chuckle rattles through it. I allow myself to take a moment; committing the harsh, chiselled lines of Johnny's body to memory, storing it away for later when I'm alone. His body is a work of art - a little more padded around the stomach than Simon's but perfect, nonetheless.

And then my eyes catch on it.

A giggle slips past my lips before I can even think about how it might look to them. Running along the ridge of his prominent V-line, just slightly off-centre is a single word written in someone's handwriting. Not Johnny's, so I'll hazard a guess that it's Simon's. A single word; four letters. Mine.

Finally, my eyes dip down to his cock; heavy and hanging under its own weight. That - not so funny.

"Wow, lassie," Johnny says, baby blues glittering with amusement, "way to wreck a man's confidence."

Si snorts out a laugh behind me. "She didn't giggle at me."

"I- I," my mind blanks, eyes drawn again to the tattoo. My cheeks flush with heat. Of course he thought I was laughing at his cock. Of course. "I wasn't laughing at it."

"It?" Johnny looks like he's on the verge of losing it, laughter creeping in at the edges of his words.

My face feels like it's on fire. If anything, they seem to be enjoying this. Like teasing me is their new priority; the seriousness of sex in the rear-view mirror of this conversation.

"I was laughing at the tattoo," I huff, squirming for some friction - any friction that I can find to relieve some of the tension that's built up in me. "Not your dick. Can we fuck now? Please?"

Johnny takes one look at my face - pouting and scowling - and stops. His lips purse together for a long moment and then... he erupts into a roar of laughter. Laughter so strong that he has to steady himself, one hand on Si's leg and the other clutching at his chest. Simon follows suit, ganging up on me and joining in.

I might have found it amusing if I wasn't sitting in my bed, stark naked.

It only pisses me off even more when Johnny's erection - the one that I wasn't laughing at - starts to soften with his raucous laughter. The looming promise of another orgasm starts to slip away, sending a spike of anger through me and...

"If you two won't fuck me," I hiss bitterly, narrow my eyes at Johnny's shaking frame, "I'll find someone else who will."

And that switches the tone.

He straights up, laughter subsiding, and leans in towards me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really, lassie? Think you can find a man or woman on this Earth who'll do a better job than us?" He presses a kiss to the base of my throat, then another in the valley of my breasts, his words a whisper against my skin. "Who'll worship ye better than us?"

I swallow, my body melting into his touch.

But, now that it's game time, I'm starting to worry about the logistics. It's been so long since the last time I slept with someone, and now there's two of them; huge and raring to go. "Just come up here and kiss me properly."

To his credit, Johnny does as he's told, crawling back up my body to press his mouth to mine. His hands slip up to grip Simon's broad thighs, his lips working against mine in a flurry of heat and passion. I can feel Si twitching against my lower back, making the whole moment even hotter. Knowing that I have the two of them so interested make me feel powerful. In control over two fearsome soldiers, having them hanging off my every word.

Johnny's head dips down, lips about to make contact with my neck again, when I place a hand on his throat - my touch firm and commanding. His eyes meet mine, sparking with fire and something verging on defiance.

My voice is breathy as I whimper, "Are you hard yet?"

Johnny smiles. "For ye, lassie? Always."

I watch on as he notches himself between my thighs, his tip bumping against my clit and sending a sharp jolt of electricity through me. He does it again; the light dancing in his eyes telling me that it's on purpose. I groan, grasping at his backside in an attempt to pull him closer, but he just laughs, easing himself in at his own pace.

I moan at the sensation - the slow, easy burn - and change tac, hands rising to his face to pull him in for a kiss. He slips his tongue past my lips, using it as a distraction from the mild discomfort of his size, until he's seated all the way.

He pulls back from me, forehead falling against mine as he looks down at where we're joined. "Look a'that, Tali. Look at how well ye take me."

I squeeze down on him involuntary, Johnny's hips twitching in response. He hits a spot even deeper inside me and Simon's hand reaches out, falling to my clit. He runs his thumb over it lazily, making a few tight circles that make my jaw drop with pleasure, before falling to the base of Johnny's cock. "He's right, princess," he grumbles into my ear, voice low and gravelly. "You're doing a perfect job."

With Simon's lips pressed against my temple, Johnny pulls out slowly - making sure I feel ever ridge and vein as he drags against my sensitive inner walls. They flutter, missing the warm weight of him.

"Still want this?" he mumbles, accent thickening.

I nod, feeling boneless as he grabs me by the hips, angling my thighs over his to give him a deeper angle.

But, before he dives in, he raises his eyes to mine again and groans, "How do you want it?"

"Hard," I whimper, barely able to make my mouth form words.

With a single nod, he plunges in - sinking even deeper this time. And then he fucks me. Hard and fast and vicious like a rabid animal in a rut. Gone is the tenderness he showed as Simon ate me out. The goofy, silliness when he was messing around. In his place is a madman on a mission.

He fucks me like he has something to prove.

I come embarrassingly fast, screaming at the top of my lungs in a way that makes my throat hoarse. I can vaguely feel my legs shaking, but I can't tell if it's the orgasm or from the sheer power of Johnny's animalistic thrusts.

The whole time, Simon strokes my hair, muttering sweet praises against my hairline. Good girl. Taking him so well. Looking so pretty like this. All for us.

I preen with pride.

And then Johnny slows down. Carefully, he pulls out, slipping out pathetically easily from the slick mess between my thighs. His cock shines in the lamplight of the bedroom. "What do ye think, Tali? Should we let Ghostie play?"

My legs tremble as I reach a hand up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. I know without even looking that my mascara is probably smeared all around my eyes. I probably look like a fucking panda.

But I can't bring myself to care. I want them. Both of them. Now.

"Do you think he deserves it?" I answer teasingly, surprised that I still have the energy to talk. My brain is wrapped in a cloudy hazy, capable of very little thought as it desperately awaits my next orgasm.

Simon growls against my back.

Before I can turn around, I'm being thrown around like a ragdoll - manhandled onto his lap so that I'm facing him. The blunt head of his cock prods at my entrance, slipping in with no resistance. I bite my lip to suppress a moan.

Gently, he runs his thumb along my lower lip, freeing it from between my teeth. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself, love," he scolds tenderly, like he's not inside of me.

I hover over him, wanting nothing more than to sink down and ride until I find my pleasure. But I find myself looking back over my shoulder at Johnny. "What about you?"

The Scotsman snorts out an amused laugh. "Don't worry about me, lassie. May ah'?"

I nod eagerly and wait. Taking me by surprise, he slots his cock between my arse cheeks. "There," he says with confidence. "ah' can come like that, right on yer pretty little arse."

I swallow thickly, feeling my pussy clench again. By the strained look on Simon's face, he felt it too.

Fed up of waiting, I drop down, letting myself bounce on Simon's lap; his hands forming a vice-like grip on my thighs to help with my movements. True to his word, Johnny thrusts against me, keeping pace.

Before long, I can feel myself coming again. The sudden spurts of wet warmth against my bum and lower back are enough to tell me that Johnny is as well. His strong, masculine groans fill my ear as my head lolls back, resting against Johnny's shoulder as Simon grunts. A sudden voice crack has me snorting out a single laugh; all that I can manage before the breath is punched out of my lungs.

Steely and silent, Simon speeds up with his thrusts - his habit of being a man of few words evidently carrying over to the bedroom.

"Fuck," he grumbles, his voice sounding more like a whine, "I'm gonna pull out."

"Stay in," I whine, clawing at his shoulders. By the end of this, he's going to look like a tiger. "IUD."

His arms lift up to wrap around my waist, pulling me in for a bearhug and anchoring me against the vicious snapping of his hips. I can't help but hope that he finishes soon, because I can't come again and overstimulation is starting to set in.

Just as the pleasure bites at a point of pain, he roars out. The arms banded around me turn to solid steel, holding me still as he comes. And comes. And comes.

How does Johnny cope with this?

Finally, it ends. Si releases me from his grip, setting me down on the bed as I flop down onto my back, completely boneless. He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead as Johnny flops down beside me, equally as spent.

I'm waiting for Si to join us when the bed shifts, his weight leaving the mattress. I lift my head to see what he's doing, finding him buck-naked as he strolls towards the bedroom door. A pathetic whine leaves my mouth when I try to ask him where he's going.

Still, he turns back the bed, an amused smile lighting up his usually stoic and reserved face. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm just getting something to clean us all up."

Satisfied, my head drops back against the pillows.

a/n: hey guys! long time, no see :) I hope you've enjoyed part 7 - you've waited for it long enough. what do you guys want to see from our three lovebirds next? - much love and hope to see you all again very soon, lapetitelapin

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[ziffy14]

PWP AU wooooo

Before you ask, This is Riley she found Pal when she was looking for her dog and unfortunately she found something else

#my art #playtime with percy #playtime with percy fanart #pwp au #best pals AU #oc

[helaelaemond]

To See God

Pairing: Osferth x female reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: You met Osferth in the tavern last night and eventually he took you to his room. He didn't kiss you, he barely touched you, but he looked at you all night like he never wanted anybody more. You wake up in his bed to find him watching you between turning pages of his book. You need him to give in to his desires - and he does. Look up Song of Solomon 7:1-2, 6-12 for the translation of what Osferth is seducing you with in Latin. Cunnilingus, penetrative sex.

Content warning(s): erotic Bible study, first time together, misuse of the Song of Solomon

Rating: E

Requests open

Thank you @arcielee for your help with Osferth <3

The sun is coming through the window in a dreamy haze, and you slowly feel yourself returning from sleep. Under your head is a soft feather pillow, and over your body are warm blankets of wool and fur. It's a strange bed that you've not been in before, and it takes a moment for you to remember where you are.

"Good morning, my lady."

In front of the window, your new friend sits with a book in his lap, and a gentle smile on his face.

"You need not call me that, Osferth," you say sleepily, rubbing your eyes. "I am no lady."

"You are a fine lady to me." He turns the page of his book, and bites his lip as he smiles at you. There is that look in his eye that was there last night - like he wants to see you, to touch you. And God knows you want to touch him. When you had tried to push his leather tunic off last night, he had stopped you with such a pained expression that you wanted to run and hide - until he told you that he wanted to, but that he shouldn't. That he should like to know you better.

And so you stayed up talking long into the night. You lay down by his side and he allowed you to gently touch his face. He had closed his eyes when you did. He told you his name, his father's name, his life as a king's bastard. A no one, he said, until he came to Uhtred's service. You told him of your life, of the loss of your land and your search for a new home in a new place, and he had listened. He had really listened. That had meant more than any kiss.

But now you have woken with a hunger. There is heat between your legs just from the way he's looking at you.

"What are you reading?" you ask. You nestle down into the warm bed and watch how his long fingers run along the edge of it.

"Quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis filia principis iunctura feminum tuorum sicut monilia quae fabricata sunt manu artificis." His voice is warm and soft, just like his bed. You don't understand many words at all, but the tempo of the Latin is familiar to you. You notice his cheeks begin to flush as he reads. "Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli gemelli capreae."

"What does it mean?" you ask.

"It's, er..." He trails off, and he grips the book so hard his knuckles turn white. "It's from the Song of Solomon."

"I don't know that part of the Bible very well," you admit. "Will you show me?"

Osferth hesitates, as if held back by a great secret that he cannot bear to face, but then he smiles and gets up. He sits on the bed next to you, and puts the book between you. The words mean nothing to you on the page - no one in your family could read, and you can't. Still. It looks pretty, and you run your finger down the lines that are a mystery to you. "Read some more for me?"

"Perhaps something else, my-"

"I like the sound of this, Osferth."

There is something very satisfying in the way his face softens when you say his name. He nods. "Alright. Ah, where was I? Quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis."

"In deliciis," you repeat slowly, smiling. "Delicious?"

He chuckles. "Almost. Delights."

"Oh, you're reading about delights? What kind of delights?"

He shifts slightly, and glances at you. You smile encouragingly. You move closer to him and run your hand further down the page until it rests next to his. If you concentrate, you can feel the heat rolling off his hand, and you can almost imagine what it's like to touch his skin. It makes breathing a little more difficult.

"About delights of... of a... oh, I shouldn't be reading this."

"Why not? Is it not part of the Holy Book?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Then is it not divine, what you speak of?"

He smiles and looks down. His hand moves up the edge of the book slightly, and the tip of his forefinger touches yours. It is the smallest touch, yet suddenly it feels like the centre of everything. The whole world exists where your hand touches his.

"Yes," he breathes. His smile is frozen, and the rest of him seems to be, too. "I suppose it is."

"Osferth."

"My lady?"

"What does it mean?"

The breath he lets out is shaky. He turns his head to look at you, and you're all too aware of how close you are now. You want him so badly you could weep. He is so gentle, so sweet, and behind his soft gaze is a passion that you can see burn in him. He bites his lip, and his eyes drop to your mouth. "How fair and pleasant art thou, o love, for delights."

Hesitantly, he moves his finger over yours, and then his hand covers yours and turns it over. With such a delicate touch, he strokes gentle patterns onto your palm, and it's almost impossible to think of anything else. You scarcely recall how to breathe. "Is the writer talking of the Lord?"

Osferth tilts his head slightly and leans closer. You can taste his breath on your lips, you can feel the warmth of his body in what little distance remains between you. "No," he murmurs. "Of his lover."

"I didn't know they talked about that in the Bible." Your eyes close. Fire has ripped through you. You burn for him, for him, for him.

"I think it's in a woman that man can see the true face of God."

"You believe women hold that power?" You curl your fingers around his, and when he intertwines them, a soft sigh escapes you.

"I think you might, my lady."

His name is a prayer on your lips. "Osferth."

The first kiss he leaves on your skin is against your cheek. His lips are warm, gentle, undemanding. You have been kissed on the cheek before, but it never felt like this. Your head drops to the side in a silent invitation and it is one that he takes. He moves his mouth along your jaw, finding its place on your neck, and he lets go of your hand only to sweep your hair from your shoulder. When his kisses trail up to your ear, you let out a soft sigh again.

"My lady," he breathes against it. "I... don't know how to ask..."

You turn your head and open your eyes just enough to see him. Pretty is his face, shining are his eyes. You are so close that you can see every little freckle, every long eyelash; how wonderful he is to behold. And he is practically begging. "Just say the words."

"My lady, might we... can we...?"

"Say it. Please?"

Another kiss is pressed to your cheek and this time you can feel the way he smiles, and he asks quietly, "can we be together?"

There are barely enough wits left to you to tease him, but you try. "Are we not together now?"

He chuckles lowly. "I want to share... I want to worship you with my body, my lady."

A noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh escapes you, and you turn your head blindly in search for him. After what feels like a lifetime, he grants you his kiss on your lips; the world ceases to exist.

It is all you have been yearning for, this kiss from Osferth. His thin lips press against yours and he parts them, gently slipping his tongue against yours. The hand on your shoulder slips down to your waist, and you run your fingers along his sharp jaw. He shifts closer at your touch, and the kiss deepens. Quiet noises sound in the back of his throat, indications of his scarcely-held back need. When you pull his lower lip between yours and suck for a moment, his fingers dig into your waist.

Between you, the Bible is almost knocked to the floor and he starts. Abruptly, he pulls away and grabs it before it can fall from the bed, and he takes it carefully into his hands. "One moment."

You watch as he walks with it back to his window seat, and it makes you smile to see the care with which he rests it on the bench. There is a reverence in everything that he does. Even when he looks back at you with wanton need, there is a devotion in his face. It makes you blush; it makes you feel your heartbeat between your legs.

"Wait," you say quietly when he steps towards you again. His brow furrows in slight confusion, but you smile reassuringly. "It's alright. Just... wait."

You are still in your clothes from last night: a simple linen dress, copper in colour underneath a grey cover. Loose ties hold them closed - until suddenly they don't. Kneeling on Osferth's bed, you loosen the garments and one by one, you take them off, until you are bare in the morning light.

He looks at you like a man at prayer, full of wonder and awe. "I... you... oh, my-"

"Osferth," you soothe softly. "I would see you. Please?"

There is only a moment's hesitation before he follows your lead. You watch with tension in your belly as he pulls off his long wool habit, and it's just a linen shift beneath. There are hints of his lean body beneath, but when he removes that, too, you realise how little your imagination could do him justice.

Years with the great Uhtred have hardened his lithe body, and though his skin is pale, his muscles are defined, and you can see the shadows they cast across his skin. He stands a little self-consciously for a moment, hands clasped in front of him, but then you hold out your own hand in a silent call, and he comes with a smile. He holds your hand and you admire him for a moment, from his deep eyes to his half-hard cock that presses against his thigh, to the thick hair on his head.

"You're beautiful," you whisper. That makes him blush deeper than anything else before.

"I am nothing compared to you."

"No," you reply. You pull him closer, and he stands in front of the bed where you kneel. It almost makes you the same height as him like this. "There is no need for comparison, Osferth. You are beautiful."

For a moment, he hesitates. But then his face breaks into a smile wider than any he's shown you before. "I meant what I said, my lady. I would... I would worship you, if you allow it."

You look him in the eye as you take his hand and you press it between your legs. His eyes darken when he feels how wet and warm you are. "Allow it?" you echo quietly. "Osferth, feel how desperately I need you. It is not a question of allowing."

After you let go of his hand, his fingers slowly caress your folds, gently pressing just enough to make your thighs tense slightly. "Is it a question of anything?"

You swallow and shake your head. "There is no question at all. I need you. Please."

That is the final drop that makes the dam break. Whatever resolve in him was left to be slow and steady is lost, and suddenly his kiss is deep. His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that is possessive, adoring, desperate. His teeth clink against yours before his tongue presses into your mouth, and then suddenly he draws yours into his and sucks needily. You scarcely have time to moan in delight before he presses you to lie back on the bed.

You had expected that you would need to guide him through this, for he seems so reserved. After all, he spent all of last night ensuring there was proper distance between you. Yet now he needs you, but he needs no direction. In a strong grip, he pins your hands above your head, and then his tongue is licking a long line from your jaw down to your chest. You can't keep your hands up for long, and the moment he sinks his lips over your breast, they are in his hair.

"Oh!"

He sucks on your nipple and swirls his tongue around it as long fingers find its twin, tweaking and teasing it in rhythm with his mouth.

"Osferth!"

He looks up when you sigh his name, and you meet his gaze. It is impossible to understand how good it feels to look down and meet his eyes with your breast in his mouth. When he realses it, you let out a soft whine of frustration, but it is only so he can lavish attention on your other breast. He works your nipple perfectly and it makes your eyes roll back into your head, it's so good.

When you rake your fingers over his scalp, his groans, and you can feel the vibrations in your ribs. You do it again, and so does he. Where on God's green Earth has a fallen monk learned what women like?

As if he can hear your thoughts, his attention turns south. Hot kisses lead him from the slopes of your chest and down your stomach, marking him as yours at every inch. Fingers find their way back to your cunt, and he runs them back and forth over your folds. With a light touch, he even carefully scrapes his nails, and you squirm at the contact. It's nowhere near enough to hurt - just enough to promise.

"I want to..."

He is kneeling between your legs now, and his cock is flushed and hard against his stomach. You mouth waters at the thought of what you want to do to it, but his fingers are pressing against your core and there aren't enough sensible words left in your head to ask.

"I want to kiss you here," he finishes breathlessly. There is a lovely flush over his chest and up his neck.

"Where?" you pant. As if you don't know.

He pushes his fingers against your wet cunt and drags them up to your clit, a spot that lovers in the past have never really cared to find. Yet he runs circles around it like it's nothing. It makes your spine curl. "Here."

"Please!"

He sinks to the floor and pulls you by the legs to the edge of the mattress so they're hanging off, and he kneels in front of you. You feel so exposed and so bare like this, but it's good, it's so good, because he's here and he's taking care of you and-

"Oh, God!"

His lips are hungry against you. He kisses and nips and sucks with more eagerness than he had at your breast, and he searches to find a rhythm that makes you sigh. When two fingers press inside of you, you grant him noises of delight, and you tilt your hips up slightly. Yes, there, just there, you think.

His other hand rushes up your body and finds one of your nipples again, and you groan. He quickly teases it between two fingers, and then rolls it gently between his finger and thumb, all while the other hand fucks you steadily, and his mouth devours you.

You have barely had a chance to even touch him by the time your first orgasm comes crashing over you. It's sudden and overwhelming, and you cry out his name, God's name, again and again. Your voice is strained and high and you gasp for breath, and without thinking, you pull his hand up and take his fingers into his mouth to suck.

When you look down at him, he is gazing back at you, and his lips and chin and cheeks are wet. He's panting, too.

"Take me," you beg around his fingers, nodding. If he doesn't fill you with his cock soon, you will sob. He is hesitant until you suck on his fingers again, and then his resolve is once more broken. With one hand guiding him in, he sinks slowly into you until his pelvis presses against your slick body.

He is less giving with his noises than you are. "Oh-"

"Louder," you beg. "Let me hear you, Osferth."

Breathlessly, he laughs. He is standing at the foot of the bed now, looming over you like a long-forgotten god claiming his prize. He leans down as he sets a steady pace, and he kisses you. You taste the rich saltiness of yourself on his tongue, and it makes you moan again. He presses his tongue deep into your mouth, as his cock does the same in your cunt. He's claiming you, worshipping you.

"Am I hurting you?" he asks between rough kisses.

"No," you reassure him, and your legs wrap around his waist to illustrate how much it doesn't hurt. "It's good. You feel so good, Osferth."

He smiles. It seems that even when he's fucking you, it's the tender words you offer him that make him blush the deepest. When he arches down to suck on your nipple again, his soft hair falls over his face and brushes your skin. It feels so good. You grasp his arms to try to ground yourself, but you're too far gone.

"Ah, my lady, I-"

"Yes, don't stop!"

"I can't, I'm- I'm-!"

Pleasure is quickly mounting in you as his thrusts get sharper and faster and they make you shake on the bed.

"Your hand!" you beg him, and he needs no further instruction than that. Where his mouth had found a sacrament, his hand now returns. He rubs circles around your clit as he fucks you harder and quicker. His face is tight with the effort, his gasps heavy with every short breath. "Osferth!"

You come crashing a second time, this time around his pretty cock, and every muscle in your body feels like it's spasming. Even as you fly high, you feel him pull out, and he doubles over the bed. Through half-closed eyes, you watch as he fucks his hand faster than he could ever fuck you, and whether it's the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, or it's the sight of him touching himself, you shiver and twitch. With his eyes fixed on your chest, he spills onto the bedsheets. His mouth is open in a silent shout, and his eyes squeeze shut.

Only when the hot, white ribbons have stopped leaking from his cock does Osferth finally let himself go. You watch as he pants and runs his hand over his balls, massaging what is left of the tension away. You smile slightly, and hold out your hand for him.

"My sweet, come lay with me."

He avoids your gaze, and as he straightens up, he looks around. "Forgive me, my lady, I must-"

He hurries to a chest of clothes and strips of cloth, and he begins wiping himself clean. You watch without the capability to have much thought about it, as you're still reeling from the orgasms he gave you. Osferth pulls his linen under-tunic back on, and part of you mourns the loss of the sight of him.

"Osferth?"

He doesn't look at you, and instead he bustles around the room doing... well, you're not sure what.

"Osferth!" Your shout makes him look at you with a start, but you're smiling. You hold out your hand to call him back to you. "Come here. Please?"

"I must-'"

"You must lay down with me, and you must hold me."

There is some tension in his face, but you still smile and beckon him over.

"Don't hide from me," you say quietly when at last he takes his place next to you. You smooth away the worry lines from his forehead with a tender touch. "Why do you try?"

He swallows. "I do not mean to. It is... guilt, perhaps."

"Why do you feel guilty, Osferth?"

"For many reasons, but I'm trying not to."

You smile, and as you stroke his hair, he begins to relax against you. "Did you see Him?"

"See who?"

"The face of God, like you said?"

Osferth smiles widely, and buries his face into your neck. "Yes, my lady, I did. I saw Him in you. And when you cried my name, I think that was Heaven itself."

"In deliciis," you murmur, threading your hand through his hair.

He chuckles quietly again. "In delight, my lady. My delight."

#osferth x reader #osferth x ofc #osferth x female reader #osferth x y/n #osferth x you #osferth x oc #ewan mitchell #tlk fanfic #mine #heheheheeehhe this was fun #mine pwp

[ofallthingsnasty]

at home

Pairing: Merman x F!Reader Tags:  teratophilia, breeding, oviposition, age difference (reader is over 30 but merman is… pretty old according to human standards), size difference, reader is implied to be chubby, very soft with bits of condescension Word count: 1.5k Summary: You’re finally ready to start a family with him.

Note: Minors DNI! This is weirdly soft for this blog. Born from a very intense dream I had. Pwp with a lot of feelings… Very soft but ONLY smut. I’m working on some sketches with him, so keep your eyes peeled haha. (Due to work I won’t be able to show you these until next weekend-ish though!) Don’t think too hard about this - it really is just a smutty dream I had. Request are open!

He smells like sun and brine.

You're nestled into the great expanse of his body, clawed, blue-ish hands gripping the fat of your belly while he holds you up, your bare chest exposed to the morning sun. His grip is tight on your waist, the muscles of his arms working while he moves you up and down on his cock, his hips chasing after your cunt with every upward motion. The brisk temperature makes your skin prickle- his soft stomach is the only source of warmth against your back and his rough skin moves in waves against you. He’s slick with water and sweat as he slowly fucks up into you, labored breaths wet and hot against your ear. The feeling is unbearable. Your legs are spread wide, feet moving lifelessly against solid stone as they’re rattled around by his thrusts- although he’s gentle you feel like you’re going to lose your mind at this point. He’s simply too big not to completely wreck you, any preparation be damned. At almost twice your size, he could easily tear you apart. "I can't take it anymore-", you sob, speared on his tapered dick. You mean it.

He has the girth of your closed fist and the length to match. It’s all you can feel in this very moment, the sweet and prickly pain of being stretched to the limit is maddening. 

"You can and you will, little one", he says, his brogue so soft and caring, yet relentless.

He has been nothing but kind so far, stretching you on his fingers before slowly splitting you inch by inch, bit by bit- always a sweet word flowing from his sharp-toothed mouth into your ear, always pausing when you beg him to. But he never stops. Not that you want him to. It’s the sweetest kind of torture - so full of him until it hurts, so lost in the sensation that there is only him, him, him in this very moment. The world could end this exact second and you wouldn’t notice. How many times have you been in this position? Too many to count. It’s so familiar, yet different- now there's a rough determination in his thrusts, in his whole demeanor. He fucks you like a man starved and it makes your brain short-circuit.

"This will be one of my last seasons, sweet thing", he murmurs against the shell of your ear before gently biting down, sending a shiver through your whole body. It’s not like you don’t know that - you’re very much aware that this could be his last shot at having children with you - but the fervor of his words makes you cry out regardless, desperate to receive his eggs this time. He’s old by human standards- at least thrice your age. Physically, you’d say he looks like he's in his late 40s - and he hasn’t aged a day since you met him, roughly ten years ago. But even so, he ages like the rest of earth’s living, breathing creatures. Ever since you started your courtship, he has been nothing but patient. You not only needed time to adjust to your unusual relationship- but to enjoy your freedom. You wanted kids, yes, but not after a year of being together. It had been strange to him, his customs so different from human ones, but he had accepted your decision. Now that his window is closing, he has grown restless - luckily for him, you’re finally ready. “Please-”, you choke on your words when he strokes over your g-spot. “I want your eggs, so bad-” An approving rumble leaves him in response. “Keep talking like that and you’ll carry them in no time, little one.” A kiss is pressed behind your ear and he starts to fuck deeper into you, rattling you in the process. You whine and sob as the pressure builds, the familiar feeling of being so close that it almost feels like you have to pee is almost painful by now. You know he isn’t anywhere near reaching his peak, but having an orgasm is supposed to make this easier for you, according to him.

He's just so big. You feel dwarfed by him, especially when he coils his tail around you, 

shielding the two of you from prying eyes. His hand easily sprawls across your belly, his thick fingers long enough to reach deep into you when he splits you on them. He doesn’t, now - but he presses into the soft skin of your lower stomach, the pressure electrifying and just right and- You finally cum. It rolls over you in one large wave, makes your toes curl around nothing and your head bends into your neck until you can stare up at him. He gently fucks you through it, calloused hands gently massaging your tits as he hums into your hair. “There you go”, he mumbles tenderly. “There, there.” Finally, your full weight is settled into his lap. He’s no longer holding you by the waist, his hands have started to twirl around your shoulders in gentle touches instead. Your orgasm has made you so sensitive that the tip of his cock still sends fluttery sparks through you, even though he’s not moving anymore. It borders on uncomfortable but you’re too spent to complain. “Ready now?”, the fingers on your skin go from gently to heavy as they dig into your skin. You stare up at him for a moment, at his gentle eyes that study you from above. They swim with love and arousal for you, icy cyan pools you could get lost in for all of eternity. A nod is the only thing you can manage in response but it’s enough for him. “Alright”, he smiles before he paws at your waist again, fingers weaving themselves into your soft fat. You’re tipped over just so - body forward and ass pressed  into his lap and he starts to move again, slowly this time. It’s not for pleasure, it’s to stimulate something else entirely- You feel it before he can warn you. Something round and hard, as big as your curled thumb, slowly travels upward. It’s a strange feeling, especially through his skin. He grunts with exertion above you, hands turning into iron around your body, but not for long. It only takes a few more seconds until you can feel a distinctive snap within you, then something hot and wet - and Blue relaxes. A moment of peace, then he ruts upward and you gasp. The egg is nestled against your womb, its gooey shell hard and warm. It pummels its way through your cervix slowly and without mercy and it hurts. It’s encased by slime that sticks to your walls, almost gelatinous in nature, but it doesn’t help with the sheer force needed to pry open your deepest point. “Blue”, you press out through clenched teeth, scared and hurt. His fingers dig into you in response, a try at a reassuring gesture. “Shhh, I know, I know”, his voice is gentle and low as he strokes over your belly, soothing your tears. It does very little for you but you try to breathe through the pain anyway. The first egg takes minutes to finally slip into your womb and you sweat and cry your way through it. Blue shushes you through the process, peppering your slick skin with kisses and encouraging nips - it doesn’t really help, but still you lean into his touches. “No more, please, Blue”, you roll your hips away from him after the first one is inside, a fruitless attempt at getting away from him. His dick is sheathed too deep within you and his hands are like iron around your wrists. He tuts at you- a noise that distinctly reminds you of someone chastising their lap dog. “It’s okay, sweet”, he says, ignoring your squirming. “The second one will go in easier, just bear with me.” As if he’s trying to give his words more weight, he settles deeper into you, so close to your cervix that it sparks sharp pain that makes you clench involuntarily. “It’ll get better. Just wait a little. I promise.”

#terato #merman x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #OC: Blue #I wanna write more terato in the future especially darkfic but inspo hasn't really struck me yet... so let's pray for more dreams lol #tw.monsterfucking #tw.breeding #tw.oviposition #i hope the formatting isn't fcked #oh btw i had to delete a lot of backstory bc this is just a pwp #so if have more questions/want me to write more send me an ask!! #love ya *kith kith*

[wardenparker]

Summer Rose

Professor!Santiago Garcia x female OC Co-written with @julesonrecord

Rating: E for Explicit 18+ Word Count: 6k Warnings: OC is named (Daphne Antonelli) but has minimal physical description. Age gap 10+ years. Both parties are consenting adults. Alcohol consumption, mutual pining, professor/student, oral sex (f and m receiving), 69, sexy mythology references, vaginal sex, protected sex, fingernails/scratching, a bit of biting. Summary: Daphne is having an absolutely terrible day and has missed office hours to turn in her final paper to Professor Garcia. When she turns up on his doorstep to turn in her assignment, the professor she's been crushing on for ages offers her a supportive ear -- and help relaxing. Notes: A little collaboration between myself and my beloved Jules featuring a character we've working on (Daphne) and today's wet daydream of college professor!Santiago. Honestly this is just a bit of porn with the barest thread of a plot, and we're not sorry. Also, just a disclaimer that I have no clue how one finishes a masters degree, but it doesn't matter. We're here for the porn, not the threadbare plot.

Twilight is beautiful on campus. Santiago has always thought so, even before he had the letters after his last name that demarcate him as faculty. He enjoys the blush of the sun fading, the purple of the dusky sky fading to blue-black, indigo, then glitter with starlight.

He likes walking home after class this way; a quiet moment to ease his mind after lectures and before grading. This late in the semester, it will be one of the last walks before the summer term. As he passes through the quiet neighborhood and climbs his front doors, he glances up, spies Orion's Belt in the heavens. He thinks about introducing the story next time he holds his Mythology and Myth-Making class. Did he include it this year? He can't remember. He'd been... distracted.

His phone pings with a text as he sets his messenger bag on the dining room table and undoes his cuff buttons, rolling them up. Too damn hot for this, damn dress code rules... He peers down at the message, and notes it's from an unknown number. His students know to text him if they have an emergency, so he opens it straight away.

Hi, Professor Garcia. I know that it's after office hours, but the fact is...I missed office hours altogether. Would it be an inconvenience to call you and explain? Otherwise I'm not sure how to get my final paper to you. Thanks, Daphne Antonelli (Mythology and Myth-Making)

Santiago lifts an eyebrow. He recognizes the name. Oh yes, he recognizes it. In fact, he's called it to mind more often than is probably appropriate, along with the image of a very beautiful graduate student with a focused stare and drop-dead gorgeous eyes. She was an attentive student, responsive, ready to answer questions but never one to hog the spotlight, making insightful, empathetic, and razor-sharp questions. It was unlike her to miss anything, never mind not visit office hours. They'd spent many such visits over the semester. Short. Professional. Of course.

So why does his heart rate increase, his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he thoughtfully taps the phone screen, spelling out a careful, professional text?

Hi Daphne. As this is your final paper, I would really like to have it ASAP as I am required to submit grades on Monday. Why don't you swing by my home to drop it off?

Feel free to call, he types, then deletes before sending. He wanted to hear her voice. He did need that paper. No reason why he couldn't do both in person. No reason at all.

He had had his graduate students over for a spring dinner after midterms so they know how and where to find him. The bonfire that night had lasted for ages, as tipsy grad students who were feeling feisty with a full meal in their bellies debated the cultural implications of different myth origins and the similarities of some creation myths that they had just been discussing in class. Daphne had been amongst the students that night, animatedly defending her points with unmatched ferocity that was impossible to ignore.

The text that comes through a few moments later takes a while for her to decide on, judging from the continuously undulating bubbles indicating how long she was typing compared to the brevity of the eventual message.

Thank you for understanding. I'll be over shortly so the rest of your night isn't interrupted.

Satisfaction. He tosses the phone down and leans over the table with a slow sigh, taking a look around the room. The same old familiar wall-to-wall bookshelves line the tidy bungalow. The same pendant lamps up, tacky, that he'd meant to change when he bought this place... four years ago. His degrees might be hung in his office upstairs, his clothes are here, he shaves here, but who does he have here, really? Nobody. Warm sheets for a night and then no one. Nothing. There was no reason to bother, really—

And then Daphne. Daphne with her slowly blossoming smile that melted from shy to beaming when he said hello to her on campus. Daphne with her neat notes in the margins, Daphne with the legs that had so often been tucked primly next to his as they leaned over a book or paper together, never touching but so close, close enough so that he could smell her perfume: cinnamon, orchid, incense.

"Fuck," he mutters to the table. There's no way of hiding from himself, not really. He pushes off the wood and stalks to the kitchen for a beer. He cracks it open efficiently and takes a long swallow, Adam's apple bobbing. He wants her. That much is clear. How could he not? She was intelligent, fierce, gorgeous. He could fool himself all he wanted, her coming here was a bad idea. It's been a long semester, keeping her close but not too close.

But, he realizes with a jolt, she's about to graduate. This is her final, his course is over. He is... well, technically by Monday, no longer her professor.

"Fuck," he mutters again, this time to a magnet of a catfish, his only catch from a weekend out fishing with the guys.

It's twenty minutes later precisely when his doorbell rings. There was no sound of a car outside on the street or dramatic slam of a door, but when he opens the door there is a bicycle leaning against his front gate and a frazzled looking student on his front step.

"Hi, Professor." Daphne stands on his step with a mix of anxiety and embarrassment on her face and she digs into her bag right away to pull out a manila folder with his class name and number written on it alongside her name. "I'm so sorry about this. I know it's technically late and that you'll have to dock points for that. It's completely my fault."

"Hey, hey, easy." He lifts a palm and lowers it soothingly, taking the manila folder gently. "There's no need to be sorry, accidents happen." Then, as he knew he would, he asked, "Would you like to come in? It's the end of semester, though. Maybe you have a party you'd rather get to?" He smiles fondly, bumping his shoulder against the doorframe and folding his arms to show off his tanned forearms, shirt sleeves straining slightly.

Yeah, he's still got moves. And he wants to show them off. To Daphne. Who is no longer his student. Who's staring up at him with the anguish slowly sliding from her face. He wants to remove it, stroke her stress away with his thumb, ease it out of her slowly—

Fuck, he's screwed.

"I'm not really – I mean, I haven't –" She doesn't get invited to parties, is what she's trying to say. Not that she doesn't enjoy parties, because she does. She absolutely does. The night they spent here at his house just sitting around the fire talking and sharing a meal was one of her favorite graduate school memories. But she isn't great at socializing with the other students in her program, she's found. There is something a little odd about Daphne, and it has reverberated through her life to keep her just a little on the outside of normal.

Maybe that's why she nods, accepting the invitation with swallowed thanks, and steps inside her professor's house. Her professor who has more than a decade on her in terms of age but has never held his years of experience or knowledge over her head. If they were colleagues, she might have even considered him a friend. As it is, being his student, she's stuck in a sort of limbo with a useless crush and fond memories. "I've had kind of a crazy day," she admits sheepishly. "Even if I had been invited to any of the parties on campus, I don't think I would be going."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Daph," he says, with real sympathy. "Is everything all right? I just opened a beer, would you like anything?"

"A pipe burst at my place and my landlord is claiming I'm liable, then my computer crashed in the middle of doing one last edit on your term paper and the tech office gave me grief, it's just...it's been a long day." She barely even nodded in agreement that a drink would be a huge relief, but he is immediately retreating to his refrigerator to grab her a beer. "Oh, and my summer plans fell through today." Her shoulders sag, the stress of the day dragging her down and determined to keep her there. "I'm just lucky I got up to take a shower first thing this morning or else the day would've been even worse."

"Oh, Daph, that's a rotten one," he says, placing the opened beer on the coffee table and settling his hands on her shoulders. "What happened to your summer? Surely you're going off to some incredible internship, you're more than qualified." And she is. He'd have recommended her to any program she wanted, and had, in fact, written her a letter of recommendation earlier in the year. "You know I'm not going to dock points, right?" he asks more quietly. "None of today was your fault, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. That shouldn't burrow into her chest and bloom into warmth like it does, and Daphne's eyes drop to the floor immediately to carefully focus on the toes of her boots instead of looking him in the face. That's your professor. Don't be creepy. "I had that internship lined up in London with the publishing company but they pulled the rug out from under me." She shrugs, feeling more vulnerable in the moment than she wants to admit. "Apparently the CFO's kid decided all of a sudden that he wants to be an author, so they rescinded my offer. He's going to get it instead."

His chest pangs. He hates that there is nothing he can do to fix this for her -- because she's right. That's the cherry on top of an extremely long day, and all he can do then is what feels most natural, which is to lift her chin up with the crook of his finger, his voice soft, gentle. "Hey."

When she meets his gaze, he watches them flicker slightly, scanning his face as he drinks in hers. Her eyes are so pretty. Like fresh honey dripped from a spoon.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he says again, and means it. "You deserve that spot, but you'll find something better, okay? Hey, look at me." She had turned away slightly, embarrassed or perhaps made shy by his praise, but her eyes fix on him again, golden and fringed with thick lashes. "I promise, you will. There's lots of ways into this world, and you're too talented not to break in. Okay? You want to sit down, tell me about it?" His fingers clasp around her delicate elbow, ready to guide her to the couch.

"There's not a lot more to tell, to be honest." Two people with two beers steer almost mechanically toward the couch, and Daphne finds herself being seated on his plush leather sectional just before he sits down beside her. This spring has been chilly and he still has a throw blanket out, which he pulls close to them as if to have it at the ready. "No summer in London means I'm going to have to either go back home and figure out my next step there, or find a new place here and do the same. Because I'm sure as hell not staying in the place I'm in now. As if the landlord weren't bad enough, now the plumbing is going."

"Huh." He trails his arm over the back of the sofa, sipping his beer thoughtfully. "What kinda guy is this-" Asshole, he wants to say, but quells it, "Fellow? Any chance he'll back off? Perhaps once he... calms down, he can be reasoned with." He's approaching the boundary of reason himself. He can see it, taste it, the drip of something sweet down his throat. "Beautiful woman like you? You could convince a man of anything."

The pffft sound that comes out of her mouth goes with a wave of her hand, but she does accept a sip of the beer that he's brought her with a grateful sigh. "The apartment is a piece of shit anyway, if I'm honest. I hate it there. It's just that it's affordable." There's a moment's pause where Daphne's eyes widen in panic and she deflates again with a groan. "I already put in my notice at my job, oh my god."

"Hey, hey, Daphne." He puts his beer down and reaches for her, wrapping one arm around her waist, cupping her flushed cheek with the other hand. "C'mon, it's going to be okay, I promise, but for right now, I need you to relax, okay? Can you do that for me, bebita?" They're so close now, almost nose to nose. He's lost in her eyes again, but he can feel the burning heat of her little cheek in his palm.

She had been so sure she was going to start crying instantly with that realization, but two searing hot hands on her skin steady her. His touch is grounding, pulling her away from the edge of panic and drawing her into his aura so effortlessly that she didn't even realize how close he was until she felt his breath on her skin. "O—okay—" He can't know that the thing keeping her from having a complete panic attack on his couch right now is the fact that all the blood in her body has rushed to her aching clit, but damned if it isn't working. Daphne nods vaguely, trying to keep her head from swimming, but all she feels is his hands on her and the way his coffee brown eyes have turned to oceans in front of her. "Okay," she repeats softly.

"Okay?" Santiago nods, his breath coming a little fast. "I'll help you. I'll help you relax, sweetheart. You tell me to stop any time, okay?" He leans closer so slowly, their breaths mingling. He can almost count her eyelashes. Her nose is sweet and soft as it brushes his, but it's nothing compared to her plush lips. They seal against his and he feels the world fall out from under him. Something deep and ravenous unlocks and spills out all over his inside. He barely chokes down a groan.

There is no doubt that this is the most surreal moment of Daphne's life, and it isn't as though she hasn't been in some weird situations before. It's a miracle that she managed to get her beer bottle onto the nearby coffee table without spilling or knocking anything over, but she needs her hands for this. For a year and a half she's been working on a master's degree and avoiding too much contact with the one professor who makes her mind fog up and her daydreams wander, until finally she had landed in his classroom.

And now on his couch.

Kissing him.

If it were anything besides the most surreal moment of her life, she might have jumped backward or at the very least, pulled away. But Daphne has imagined kissing Santiago Garcia far too many times to do anything but sigh in response and open up for him like a summer rose.

"It's okay," he repeats soothingly between kisses: to himself, to her, to the waiting tension in the room. "I've got you, cariño. I've got you now, there you go, so sweet for me. So pretty. Beautiful, smart girl." He deepens the kiss, tasting her lips slowly, reverently, one hand sliding slowly down her soft sweater to rest on her waist and squeeze gently. He brushes his thumb over the soft material and then flicks it open, wanting closeness, to drag his palm up her thin blouse, wide and slow across her back.

The sound that bubbles out of her is a plaintive moan, unsure but wanting, and one of her hands grasps for steadiness on his arm even as the other instinctively sinks into his curls to keep him close. The battle is want versus wisdom, and it takes longer than she's proud of for Daphne to drag her lips from his and pant for a breath that still has no prayer of clearing her head.

"But." The fog in her mind has settled thick and heavy like the arousal in her core, and even as she's trying to straighten herself out she's still clinging to him with digging fingers and sharp nails. "You'll get fired," she manages to breathe out a few seconds later. Her only real protest being that she doesn't want him to get in trouble over a whim – which is surely all this is to him.

"Baby, no, no," he shakes his head, almost laughing with relief that that is her only concern. "No, you're graduating. I'm not your teacher any more. You handed in your paper. We can finally do what I – what I've been—" Shit. This is going to sound so bad. "What I've been thinking about since I met you," he admits.

Santi leans his forehead against hers, sighing. "I'm sorry. It's so inappropriate, but it's true. I've been waiting so long to kiss you, baby girl. Let me kiss you." He brushes his fingers over her knee, lifting her skirt just a little. "Let me make you feel so good, my little nymph. Do you even know how long you've been haunting me?" His mouth brushes her again, gently, over the corner of her mouth, the edge of her jaw, the flutter of her pulse, which smells delicious, deep and floral, her scent.

His cock aches against his zipper.

"Fuck." This time Daphne groans, sinking further into the couch, and feels herself giggle softly in disbelief more than she's actually aware of making the sound herself. "You've been haunted?" She challenges, eyes burning with courage now that she's heard his confession. Heard him beg. Did he really just beg for her? "Do you know how long I put off taking your class because I didn't know if I could even concentrate around you?"

Using the opportunity of her gently reclining body, Santiago leans in for the catch. "I never could," he murmurs into the hollow of her throat, his hands sweeping her skirt up, revealing her pretty legs, and god her thighs, so plush and luscious in his hands. He takes a moment to stroke there, brush the hem of her panties with his thumbs. "Never. You came in with Eros and made me Apollo." One thumb slips gently under the gusset of her panties. "Are you running, little nymph, hm?"

"Fuck—I—no, I—I don't even think my legs work now," she huffs, all at once tense as a bowstring with desire and measurably more relaxed as the reality of the man she's wanted forever finally touching her exactly where she wants him.

Well, not exactly. But it's not going to take long to get there at the rate they're going.

"What should I..." Daphne's head falls back on the sofa cushion as his thumb strokes her slit and she moans. "Santiago is a lot of syllables to moan."

"Santi. You can call me Santi from now on," he murmurs, removing his thumb from her panties only to twist the thin white cotton things, Jesus, so fucking wet, around his fingers and slide them down, down. He tosses them to the side and shucks off her high heeled boots while he's there, his eyes locked on where she glistens for him, needs him. "But you can call out any god you want to, bonita." He flicks his gaze to hers and smirks. "Show me how much you were paying attention, yeah?"

If she can even remember a single name from his class at this point she'll be shocked, and the cool air of his house on her overheated cunt is enough to have her squirming instinctively underneath him. Her brain has pretty much given up the ghost already, overstimulated in the very best way possible far before the rest of her body feels the same. Although she has a feeling that it will get there. "Santi..." Trying it out, there is a sweetness on her tongue and heaviness in her core that really is just a whine waiting to break free. Daphne's hands have found their way to his shirt front, fumbling to free the buttons even while she's nearly shaking with desire. "If you get to touch me, I want to touch you, too."

His lips find hers again, almost impatient to taste her again. "You can touch me, I want you to," he mutters against her lips, lifting her blouse hem from her skirt as she takes care of his buttons. Santiago doesn't pause, doesn't make it easy for her or for himself, drowning himself in the touch of her, the sweet little noises emanating from her throat, the ones taking a running leap on the way to begging for everything he's ready to give. He lifts her shirt over her head and begins tugging down her skirt an inch at a time, his fingers dragging slowly over her hips, her now bare legs.

Nothing is exactly torn away, not specifically, but the pile of clothing that collects beside his living room sofa accumulates quickly and haphazardly — shirts and sweaters and everything else discarded blindly as they drown in kissing each other and swallowing those moans that make their way to the surface over and over again. With that building freedom Daphne finds a buried courage — not that she is a timid lover by any means, but there is an eagerness below the surface here that she hasn’t felt in so long. When the only thing left between them is the flimsy pair of boxers that do nothing to disguise how achingly hard he is, Daph bites down on his bottom lip to pull a groan out of him and soothes it away by sucking on the same spot as her fingers slip under the waistband of his last remaining piece of clothing.

"Fuck," he hisses, hips jumping forward so that the weeping tip of his cock brushes against her hand and he groans. He sits up straighter, caught in a web, aching to touch her – at least take his boxers off, fuck – but loathe to move away from her curious little hand. He settles for sitting up on his knees, staring at the place she's touching him, watching her explore him as though in a trance.

Taking advantage of the momentary shift, Daphne sits up along with him and nudges Santi backward so that he is on his back now instead of her. His curls are mussed and his eyes are so black with lust that he looks positively debauched before she’s even had a chance to touch him very much. Once he’s on his back, though, Daphne hooks her thumbs in his boxers and peels them away, groaning at the sight of him. Harder than diamonds and leaking precum like an eager teenager, a sly smirk rides across her face knowing she did that to him. “I want to suck your cock,” she admits, gaze flickering between his length and his blackened eyes. “You have no idea how many hours I’ve spent imagining sucking your cock under that desk in your office.”

Santiago closes his eyes a moment. Is he fucking dreaming? Or is his most fucked fantasy coming true before his eyes?

"Probably almost as many as what I've spent imagining what that wet little pussy tastes like." His voice is a low rasp, but he pulls himself together enough to halt her hand on his throbbing dick. His fingers squeeze around hers, gliding over the rigid shaft slowly, with control. His breath fans over her forehead. "You want this, baby? Hm? Gonna have to give me something in return. Come here," he urges, a low purr, her very own siren. "Come here and give me a little taste, cariño."

“Even Kama had to worship a lover in order to find his release,” Daph breathes, having spent an entire semester doodling images of the Hindu love god’s sugarcane bow and bird companions in her notes while thinking of all the various ways her professor could be worshipped.

"Kama was burnt alive by Shiva, sweetheart, and I don't plan on doing any different to you. Come here, that's it." Santi helps Daphne turn in his lap, both of them facing the wall. He guides her hips over his face as he lies back on the couch. Thank fuck it was big enough, for this and more, and then her perfect pussy is hovering over his face, tantalizing him. At heart? Santiago likes torturing himself, loves the thrill of giving into pleasure. Perhaps that too, is why he waited so long to take this girl into his bed. Perhaps that's why he's slow and sure as he spreads her lips, flattens his tongue, and tastes her indulgently, from clit to hole.

Daphne's momentary flash of composure is gone again as soon as he tastes her. Her legs shake on either side of his head, thighs pressed to his ears so her moans are muffled but it isn't on purpose. It's just been so long since she had a man between her legs who knew what the fuck he was doing that just having her clit noticed is a vast improvement. Daphne's body sags momentarily before she is shifting all her weight to one hand and wrapping the other around the base of his cock to stroke his base with the pressure that he showed her – the pressure he likes – while she takes as much of him as she can into her mouth.

When he moans it's with a growl into her pussy she can feel vibrate all the way up through her lungs.

She's not fucking sitting, and he knows it's because she's still, however minutely now that her moans are ringing sweet and clear across his living room, in her head instead of fully in her perfect body the way he wants. Licking up her slick almost lazily, he drags his nails lightly up the outsides of her thighs before firmly catching her hips in hand and pressing her into his waiting mouth, his evening stubble scraping across her folds. Only then does he give her a real reason to moan, encouraging her to grind while his laps at her clit with his tongue, filling his hands with all the gorgeous skin he can reach.

"Sit," he grunts, "Fuck, baby, I wanna to go to the field of fucking reeds with this pussy on my face, come on, you can do it, give it to me."

Come on, carińo, I know you can come for me, such a good fucking girl, he thinks, his brain a hazy lightning storm at the sensation of her hot throat squeezing around him as she swallows. Fuck, he could let her do this all night, but he's hungry for her pleasure and he's so close, he can taste it. Santiago lifts her hips with a final loud suck and trails a finger around her slit, teasing, almost pressing, but only just, his thumb running circles around her clit. With a deep breath he lifts his mouth, slips his tongue and a single finger inside, fucking into her with slow, measured movements.

The overwhelming pleasure of having more than just the tip of his tongue inside her pussy has Daphne moaning so earnestly that she pulls off of him cock with a lurid pop. "Dammit—I—fuck, I'm going to cum—Santi, baby, oh my f—" The shaking of her legs and the coil in her core twist down on each other so her thighs tighten and he breathes into her like he's going to devour her whole as she falls apart at the seams.

Oh yes. He really likes hearing her moaning that, but not more than the way she gives in as her orgasm rocks through her, grinding her hips down, into his waiting, eager mouth, helping her ride him through it until the aftershocks ease. His voice is barely a scrape when he lifts her up, his aching cock swinging between his legs as he presses forward, eager for her mouth. "Did so good, baby, such a good girl for me. I need to fuck you. Need to fuck you, baby. How do you want it?"

"Any way." Daphne gasps, trying to wrap her head around any kind of how that's more artful than just sinking down on him right here and now. When she does wrap her head around it, though, she groans in a less ethereal tone. "Let me grab a condom." Like any sensible, sexually active college girl, she carries one in her regular purse. Emergency cock wrap, if you will. She just never thought she'd actually need it.

"Wait, I got it." He scoots up a moment, digging into the small table beside the couch. From the drawer Santi draws out the foil pouch and rips it open, quickly rolling it on before turning his attention back on Daphne, who's watching him with drowned eyes, eyes deep and longing and still so lovely.

"Lie back, sweetheart. You ready for me?" He slowly glides the head over her silky wet folds, smearing her slick across his tip.

Deciding she absolutely does not need to know how many other girls have been fucked on this couch -- possibly at the end of their own courses -- Daph pushed herself up on her elbows to kiss him fiercely. Tonight is not to be wasted. Tonight is to be a fantastic memory. "I'm ready." Her nails drag down the base of his scalp, having caught a near purr from him earlier when she did the same. "I want you to fuck me, Santi."

Almost before his name is out of her mouth, he's pushing inside her with a low rumble, his head falling back slightly into her hands. Her nails scrape sensation over his scalp and down his spine, and her cunt is licking flames over him, so warm and perfect he almost comes right fucking there, but halts, breathing damp against her lips, his teeth nipping her lip possessively.

They hold like that, frozen together in the heat of the moment as he regains his composure and she adjusts to the stretch and fill and thickness of his cock inside her. The only movement, in this long moment of coming together, is the languid slide and tangle of their tongues together as they drown in the intimacy of feverish kisses.

Gradually, Santi comes down enough to get restless, eager again. He nips and bites down over her jaw and descends on her throat, sucking a mark low on her collarbone as his hands pay some long overdue attention to her pretty, heaving tits. Mine.

When the mark on her neck is soothed with his tongue, he sits up slowly, his eyes a glittering black, his lips parted. He looks like he's about to devour her. He takes one of her calves in his hand, eyes never leaving hers, tipping her knee up towards her head and then out, spread wide for him. He grips her ankle in a warm hand. Then, with a grunt, he's pulling back and pitching forward hard enough for their skin to clap obscenely, fast enough to make them both soon begin to tremble.

The position that he's in has him almost entirely out of her reach, just close even to graze her nails over his chest as he thrusts into her at a pace frantic enough to make them both pant and heave. Her back arches off the couch with a keen and her hands grapple with the couch cushions for purchase to hold on tight as Santi fucks her so deeply and insistently that she can practically feel him all the way up in her throat.

"Gripping me so fuckin' tight, baby, Jesus," he says through his teeth, his jaw tight, streaks of pleasure raking down his chest with her sharp, clinging nails. Keeping his relentless pace, he bends forward, pushing her thigh up, testing her limit. When he's low enough he seizes her mouth with his, grinding deep.

"One more for me, pretty girl, one more," he whispers huskily, his other hand skimming down her body to rub at her clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good baby, oh my fucking god—" Something in Daphne's mind short circuits, and the rambling begins in earnest the higher and higher she climbs toward a second orgasm. Tripping over her own tongue and throwing her hands up over her head as he slams into her so hard that either they are moving up the length of the sofa or the entire sofa is moving, Daph is completely lost in her pleasure. That volcano of pleasure building in her core is damn near ready to explode and the only thing she wants more than to erupt is to take him with her.

The second her expression breaks and she cries out for him, he's gone. He thinks he's done even before she clamps down on his cock like a goddamned vice, ripping his orgasm from him in a half dozen hard but increasingly languid strokes.

His upper body grows heavy, and with a groan he grinds in deeply just once more – never mind why – and leans his forehead on her soft breast, pulling out of her with a sigh. His entire body is basking, floating. If she puts her hands in his hair again he might even fall asleep.

There's a moment of quiet as he ties off and disposes of the condom, and for a split-second Santi disappears around a corner but he comes back with a warm, damp kitchen cloth to clean them both up with before curling back around her on the couch. "Goddamn," she huffs, giggling softly to herself as his arms come around her.

"Tell me about it," he says sleepily, flipping the throw blanket over the two of them as they settle, kiss, explore lazily what before had been greedily consumed. "Still not sure I'm not dreaming," he says, only half-joking, tracing her lips with a smile. "Did I really get so lucky?"

"I'm not sure how you're the starstruck one out of the two of us," Daphne teases, even though it's through a thin veil of honesty.

"Bonita, I've been increasingly starstruck all semester," he chuckles. "You have so much to look forward to. Shit, you're definitely going farther places than I am. I'm just happy to be here," he presses a kiss to her left tit, "To enjoy-" to her right nipple- "The satisfaction of being right." He kisses her forehead and studies her, his lids heavy. "Do you need anything before you fall asleep, baby girl? You wanna sleep here or in bed? I can't let you bike home this late, querida, so don't even try. Besides, you can shower here, my plumbing is fine." He smirks here, as if anticipating the swat he's earned himself.

"It's not that late." Daphne wrinkles her nose at herself. The protest was just good manners. She doesn't actually want to leave. She wants to wrap up in him and breathe in this comfort for as long as humanly possible. When he levels her with a disapproving look, Daph just ends up grinning. "Let's go to bed," she suggests, catching his lips as he drags them along her jaw. "And when I wake you up in the morning with my lips wrapped around your cock again, you'll be glad your back isn't sore."

The laugh bursts out of his chest with delight, easy and real. "All right, baby, all right, and what makes you think I won't beat you to it?" Santi pulls her to her feet, wrapping the soft blanket securely around her shoulders before guiding her upstairs with a hand at the small of her back.

No matter which one of them beats the other two it, they both know they aren't done. Whether it's a weekend, a week, a month, or even more. This night is just the beginning.

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Welcome Home, Soldier.

Buck returns from the war after three years deployment (minus a limb) to a waiting fiancé and a long overdue reunion. CW: All the smut. Basically PWP. Prompts filled; ‘Sex in Uniform’, “Kneel”, and ‘4am Sandwiches’ – Bug’s First Bingo; ‘First Kiss of the Year’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); “That’s It, Sweetheart” and “You’re So Beautiful” – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition).

Available below or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. Banner by me! Enjoy!

My fingers tightened around the strap of my holdall, palm sweating nervously as I headed up the dirt path to my front door.

It’d been three years since I’d seen the place, but it still looked more or less the same – the passage of time was marked only by the paint beginning to peel around the edge of the windows, and the flowers bloomed by the door in a vibrant burst of colour. I’d had dreams about coming home, finally breathing in the country air once more, but it felt better than I ever could have imagined, inhaling the scents of grass and pollen with a contented sigh.

But it wasn’t the house, or the countryside, that had my heart racing.

No… It was the love of my life waiting unexpectantly on the other side of the door that’d had me travelling for two days straight, plane and train and bus and my own two feet getting me closer to this moment with every passing second.

My boots felt heavy on my feet as I crept up the steps onto the porch, and I hesitated only briefly before toeing them off, standing in my socks with a soft smile. They’d no idea I was coming back early – despite my desire to tell them, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the shocked delight on their face when I turned up out of the blue.

I shifted my holdall higher on my shoulder, smoothing my shirt and straightening my hat before reaching for the door handle.

If I’ve told them once, I’ve told them a million times to lock the front door…

I wouldn’t be complaining, though. I’d put down my holdall in the hall, padding silently through the little-changed space, following the sound of a quiet, lyrical voice at the rear of the house.

They were stood with their back to me, singing quietly to themselves as they washed the dishes.

I couldn’t help but pause for a moment, lost in their voice and finally seeing them again, at long last. Soon enough, however, my body propelled me forward of its own volition. I knew they’d be startled, but I couldn’t keep myself from reaching out for them, my arm sliding around their waist to pull them quickly to my chest.

“Hey, babylove,” I purred as they went to jerk away automatically, holding them fast. “Did you miss me?”

They froze under my grasp, stunned motionless by my embrace, no sign of comprehension showing several heartbeats until my lips brushed their cheek worriedly. “…Is this real?” they breathed, leaning against my chest uncertainly, their heart hammering noticeably.

I couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing them a little more tightly. “Real as anything. I’m home sweetheart.”

A choked sob echoed around the space, reverberating against the tiled splashback as they whipped around, arms quickly finding my neck to cling at me desperately. “Buck… Baby… You’re home. You’re home, you’re home, you’re home!”

I grasped them just as tightly, fingers clenched in the back of their shirt. “I’m here, my love. I’m here, and I’m never going anywhere again, do you hear me?” Tears spilled over my cheeks unrestrained and salted their hair, but I didn’t have the capacity or concern to attempt to stem the flow, occupied as I was by hungrily inhaling the scent of them, eyes closed with bliss.

They nodded frantically against my chest, sobbing openly, nails clenched into my skin as soapy water dripped down the back of my shirt. Then finally, finally, their lips found mine, whimpering their joy into our embrace, not drawing back until both of our lungs burned with the effort. It was only then, in the brief moment they backed away to pant for breath, that their eyes strayed to my pinned sleeve, a pained grimace crossing their features. “… Does it hurt?”

“Not as much as the thought that I might never see you again,” I replied honestly, cupping their cheek in my remaining hand. It was all I’d managed to think as I’d lain bleeding and stunned, flat on my back under a foreign sky; it wasn’t fears of the afterlife or facing a vengeful God that plagued me, but only the notion of never again gazing into captivating mahogany eyes. I’d seen those eyes full of wonder, fear, amusement, incredulity, and love – and I was far from willing to give that up yet.

They smiled softly, that gaze lighting up as expected, and I sighed tenderly, placing a gentle kiss to their cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, momentarily distracted from the gravity of their taking in my mutilation. “… I’m sorry I couldn’t come back as the man you agreed to marry. I know it’s not-”

I was cut off by their mouth meeting mine firmly, one hand tightening possessively against my ribs. “You’re so beautiful,” they attested, their voice quiet but strong, causing a blush to rise in my cheeks. I couldn’t help the flutter of anxiety in my chest, but their eyes met mine in the same way as always, full of lust and desire. A soft growl built in my throat, and I pressed myself closer, the small of their back meeting the counter behind them as they whimpered through their teeth.

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve kissed you this year,” they breathed, and I chuckled as they pushed my hat from my head, running a hand through my fair – fast outgrowing its regulation short-crop after my time on the front, and the subsequent weeks bundled up in a hospital since my body was ripped open by a German grenade.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for, I expect,” I purred as I trailed my lips along their neck, earning a sharp gasp as my teeth closed lightly over their pulse.

“Oh, God…” they sighed, head tipping back obediently to offer more of their throat to my mercy, hand moving automatically to push the jacket from my shoulders. My mouth moved harder on their skin, distracting myself with the taste of them as the heavy material slid free of my one remaining arm. They simply winced sympathetically at the hemmed sleep, fingertips gently skirting my collarbone before moving to my tie.

I caught their hands with my own, smirking softly, one eyebrow raised. “So very needy, little one…” I chuckled, making them blush and shrug.

“It’s been a long time,” they replied simply. “… Sergeant.”

With a groan punctuating the fracturing of my already tentative resolve, my fingers knotted in their hair to press my lips briefly, hungrily, to theirs, before drawing back to meet their eyes, filled once more with a lust I hadn’t felt the entire time I was gone. “Kneel.”

I couldn’t help but snort at the speed with which they dropped, their eyes blown wide with lust as they gazed up at me. I nodded my appreciation of their immediate return to submission – by my own reaffirmation of the dominant of the two of us was quickly stifled as I fumbled with my belt, heat rising shamefully in my cheeks at my inability. Their hands found mine, eyes soft, offering me a gentle smile of reassurance as they took over, humiliation curling in my stomach. “Hey,” they murmured, leaning forward to press a tender kiss over my hipbone, nuzzling affectionately. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Soldier. Always.”

My blush faded a little, and I nodded, my fingers moving to curl in their hair instead, eyes closing as I let them take control. The air was chilly on my exposed thighs, and I shivered minutely, earning a soft chuckle and a reassuring rub of my skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” I murmured as my head fell back, only to jerk back forward as gentle kisses were pressed to the straining in my shorts, lids snapping open to take in their blissful expression as their fingers curled in my waistband.

“I’ve missed you too…” they breathed, and I trembled in anticipation as my underwear was lowered, lost in the expression in their eyes as they took in my leaking cock, aching and bobbing with need before them. “I’ve missed this cock…”

“Prove it,” I growled softly, tugging gently on their hair. “I’ve missed that pretty mouth wrapped around me; it’s been so long since I-”

My words died with a deafening groan as they obliged eagerly, licking and sucking at my tip with wanton desire, an unwavering flow of whimpers and whines vibrating their tongue against my length. I hissed between my teeth, fingers tightening as I pressed deeper, feeling the resistance of the back of their throat only briefly before they swallowed around me, my cock sliding deeper as I moaned breathlessly. “Fuck- That’s it, Sweetheart. Just like that… You still remember how to suck cock like a pro, damn…” They whined and nodded as best they could, eyes flicking up to meet mine adoringly, and I purred at the sight of them with their lips spread wide and pupils blown with lust. “I hope you haven’t been practicing while I’ve been gone, angel.”

Their head shook frantically, drawing back in their need to reply. “Never. Not ever. All yours, Sergeant…” I shuddered as they took me again, the years apart making my cock twitch and balls tighten already.

“Fuck- I can’t, baby… I can’t h-hold on, it’s been too long, you’re too g-good…” I stammered, hand hard as I rutted shamelessly into their throat, drawing back only far enough to let them suck in a desperate breath before burying myself once more. For their part, they moved with my thrusts, just as eager for my release as I was, their fingers tight on my hips as they dragged me harder against them, mewling around me eagerly, thighs pressed together. With little warning and a groan of resignation, I plunged myself deeply between their lips, back arching as I found a breathless climax, whimpering at the feeling of their throat clenching repeatedly around me as they swallowed hungrily.

By the time I relaxed, they were licking every drop from my length, nails digging into my skin euphorically and leaving me a shivering, whimpering mess. I drew back slowly, the both of us panting, and leant down to kiss them lightly, moaning at the taste of myself on their lips. “Holy… Fuck… God, that was so good…”

They kissed me back eagerly, shifting from their knees to press themselves against my chest, arms snaking around my neck. “I’ve missed you so much…”

With a soft smile, I kissed them once more, pressing them back against the counter until they hopped up eagerly, legs parting automatically to let me stand between them. My hand instinctively found the front of their shorts, eliciting a gentle moan and a flicker of their lashes. “Shorts off, sweetheart… I’ve missed that pussy.”

They obliged quickly, wriggling desperately against me to shed the inconvenient layer, pressing closer when only their underwear sat between us. My fingers ran over the cotton, and they sighed happily as I groaned. “Look how wet you get, angel… I bet you’ve spent so much time with your hand between your legs, just waiting for me to come home and fuck you…”

With a desperate nod, they rutted against my touch, back arching, one hand fisting at my shirt. “Yes- God, so much… Nothing would ever compare to you, though… I spent so much time begging for my soldier’s big, thick cock to stretch me out again…”

My breath caught in my throat, and I kissed them harder, fingers curling in their underwear and jerking, rough and fast, the material shredding under the force and earning me a sharp gasp and a groan of delight for my efforts. Hand snaking lower, I buried my face in their neck as my fingertips brushed against them, letting out a quiet huff of air as my eyes closed in delight. “So fucking wet, baby. Look how needy you are… Just aching to be stuffed, hm?”

They nodded frantically as I slid two fingers into their slick pussy, eliciting a soft sob of pleasure as they squirmed around me. “I’ve needed you so much, fuck…” they panted, tugging me closer with grasping hands. “Nothing feels as good as you.”

“I bet you tried though, didn’t you?” I purred, trailing gentle kisses down their neck as I worked them open. “I bet you tried so many things in this tight pussy, looking for anything that can make you feel as good as I can…” They nodded again, nails scoring against my skin and making me shiver. “But nothing treats you as well as I do, hm?”

They shook their head, tears spilling from their eyes in utter delight. “Not a damn thing, god-” they gasped and dragged themselves closer with ankles pressed frantically to the back of my thighs, writhing with need. “Fuck me, Sergeant. Please, please just- just fuck me…”

My hand drew back and made them whine, legs parting further in a frantic attempt to press themselves nearer, and I smirked, eyes lowering to the dripping pussy rutting toward me. “Considering you beg so nicely…” I murmured, trailing the tip of my cock over their soaked slit as I stroked myself languidly, waiting for the last few seconds of my refractory period to pass – I wanted myself hard and aching when I was finally inside them again. They squirmed against me and I sunk inside them with a contented sigh, relishing in the sharp gasp as they extended around me.

“Fu-fuck, God – I forgot how big you are, James…” they panted raggedly, clawing at my shirt and the skin beneath as their walls stretched to capacity. I took it slowly for fear of hurting them, but the heels on my thighs pulled me nearer until I was sheathed and trembling, my hand knotting in their hair to kiss them deeply.

“I’m home, baby,” I breathed, hips moving slowly, dissolving into the feeling of their vice-like grip around my length and their frantic, needy breath against my jaw. They could only nod, moving in time with each thrust, whining and squirming desperately. “I’m home and I am never- leaving- again.” I punctuated each word with a quick snap of my hips, relishing in the way their body jerked under my strength as they cried out with pleasure.

“Please! Please, S-Sergeant, please- fuck me harder, I’ve missed you so much, I n-need you, I-”

The end of their pleas cut off sharply into a deafening wail as I acquiesced to their request, hand shifting to their hip to pin them to the counter as I took them roughly. The sound of my skin meeting theirs and the wetness between us incensed me, teeth brushing against the soft flesh of their throat. “So fucking tight,” I growled, my fingertips pressed painfully against their hipbone to anchor them still. “So fucking wet…”

I hesitated only briefly as I realised my own limitations once more, but they simply met my eyes with their sweet mahogany gaze, lips parted in ecstasy. “Please- please, Sergeant Barnes, can I touch my pussy while you fuck me? It feels so good, I don’t know if I can help myself…”

Groaning, I kissed them again, grateful for their anticipation of my needs, nipping gently at their lip. “You’d better, sweetheart… Make yourself come for me, angel. I’ve missed this tight pussy quivering so very desperately around me, making me all soaked and messy…” I redoubled my efforts as they obliged, pounding into them as they moaned, fingers moving quickly against their clit as their free hand grasped at the back of my neck to arch themselves closer to me,

“God- yes, Bucky- Sergeant Barnes, please- please, you’re going to- I’m going to-”

“That’s it, baby,” I snarled, nails digging in as I met their trembling pussy with a bruising pace. “That’s it. You come for me, and I’ll fill up this pretty cunt, just how you like.”

At my growled words, they cried out, body shaking furiously as they convulsed around me, making me groan at the gush of wetness squeezed around my length and the fingers dragging at my hair. The feeling of them finding their release on my cock drove me over the edge, and I hissed their name as I found my own climax, leaning back to appreciate the sight of our mingled essence dripping from their stuffed hole.

Exhausted, tender, and slick with sweat and bodily fluids, I chugged a glass of water breathlessly, standing naked in the starlight shimmering through the kitchen window in the early hours of the morning. As soon as I’d been able to see straight, I’d carried them through to the bedroom, part-softened cock still buried as deeply as I could get inside them. We’d fucked and cuddled until the sun set – and long after – until my growling stomach drove me from the bed as they dozed, absently making a sandwich as I lost myself in the memories of them screaming my name.

I leant against the doorframe with a pair of plates, watching them quietly for a moment. The sheet was resting around their hips, and my gaze trailed their bare spine, skirting the dark curls at the nape of their neck and the eyelashes resting gently on their sleep-flushed cheeks.

I’m home.

I’m finally home.

#mine #fanfiction #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: e #fandom free bingo: flight edition #bugsfirstbingo #bucky barnes smut #pwp fics #pwp #smut #seasonal delights bingo #winter wonderland bingo #fandom free bingo #bucky barnes x oc

[mymuseagustd]

#3 All I Want Is A Break (Part 2)

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut 

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ Smut

Word count: 3.5K+

PART 1

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"Baby…" Yoongi's lips were going down my neck, but it was his voice that was pulling me in more. I was sure it was just his voice that could get me off. We hadn't ever tried it, but I was sure if it ever came to the point where only his voice was available, I would still be all set. "Stop dreaming about me when I'm next to you," He bit my chin lightly, pulling me out of my trance.

"Don't call me baby," I slid my hands down his body and groped his still-covered cock when he had me stripped instantly.

"But, you're my baby," He pouted, pushing his lips out. "How will people know you're mine?" his fingers moved in and out of me like they had known their way around my body since forever. They had, and it felt nice to belong to someone. I had seen a house where love was always transactional. With Yoongi, nothing ever was. He always gave, was always patient, and I was so in love with him.

"Okay, you can call me baby. Make sure it's always loud and clear," I pushed him down the bed, so I could get him out of his tight jeans and show him my true devotion to him. "Make everyone hear you, so they know who you belong to as well,"

"Baby…" He moaned, his hands pulling my hair together, as I wrapped my tongue around him, "Baby…."

"BABY!"

My head jerked and hit my bedside table.

"BABY!" Taehyung was yelling from the kitchen, his favourite thing to do when he took up cooking which was very often. I sat up straight and looked around my room. I was spending too much time in it. The sweat on my neck couldn't really confirm my emotion behind the kind of dream I was having, but my body was very frustrated. This was the longest I had gone without any action, and with the accumulating stress, the last two months had not been easy.

"BABY, BABY, BABY!" Tae sang/shouted again.

"Don't call me baby." I groaned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

"Finally! You're up! You've been sleeping all morning, and I'm making fajitas," He was awfully chirpy for 2 PM.

"My body is too pent up. I think I need to take some dancing classes to get it moving cause the gym is making it worse," I sat down on the counter, treating myself to some sour cream with some leftover chips.

"I think you need to get fucked," Tae said nonchalantly.

I paused, "you think I should go ask Yoongi for some? We didn't really discuss this break…"

"No, you broke up with him. It was evident he has moved on when we all saw him at the club. You need someone new," I gulped as Tae spoke. He realised my discomfort, "Look, Y/N, I'm not going to lie to you and make it sound like it is better than what's reality. I hate seeing you like this, though. And we have discussed this. His asking for a break was unfair. And, even though you have painted an amazing picture of him for us, he is still not out that door asking you back."

"I know, I know," I nodded. We had discussed this a lot. "I just am not ready for a relationship."

"Relationship? No one is recommending that. No, you have been with one guy your entire life! And healing that scar will need a lot of therapy which, by the way, congratulations for starting, but there are one-night stands, rendezvous, situationships waiting to be explored. Please don't get a boyfriend, get a fuck-friend."

"Ooooh, like Nadia…" I smirked. Nadia was very interested in learning the ins and outs of the course she was sharing with Tae and was not against studying the ins and outs of Tae. The poor girl was infatuated with him, and Tae was playing the classic fuckbuddy.

"Yeah, exactly like Nadia!" This poor boy was so clueless.

"Okay, I will let you know when I am ready for a rendezvous, is it?" I said, disgusted. "Gross, what is wrong with you?" I walked off.

"It's what it's called!" He laughed.

—

"Jae, I really don't want to meet anyone new. Trust me!" Yoongi wanted to clarify, but Jae was too excited to meet the girls he had met at his internship. Yoongi repeated it twice in the car and then at the club, but Jae was not receptive.

"Tia! Hey baby! Here lemme introduce you to my friend, Yoongi!" Tia was a design major from the same university, and even though she was lovely and sexy in the little black dress she wore, Yoongi was not interested. He wasn't rude, though, so he introduced himself and kept talking to her through the night.

They were laughing about something insignificant when Maria came up wanting to take pictures. Yoongi instinctively put his arms around her, stopping her from falling as he made her laugh again. The pictures were clicked, and Tia tightened his arm around her, bringing herself closer. Yoongi was a bit surprised. It wasn't like he wasn't offered chances to be with other women, but no one had been that forward. Usually, Y/N was with him, so the territories were always established, more by him for her, than for himself. Y/N, she was..is gorgeous, he thought. She could light up a party just by walking into it. Made everyone feel included, except when she was nervous, like she had been with his new friends, and that's when she kept herself very close to him. He liked how she fit into his body like she was just made for him. Tia kept coming closer to Yoongi, sticking her body to him, and it felt so foreign he had to take a step back, "let me get us a drink?"

"Yeah! I'll come with you!" Tia nodded, and they made their way down to the bar.

"What would you like?" Yoongi asked Tia, trying to get the bartender's attention.

"Vodka soda!" Tia waved her glass and looked around, "hey! That's Jungkook!" Tia yelled, pointing at the dance floor for Yoongi to place him, "He is the coolest human in my design class! His work is insane!" Yoongi's eyes followed Tia's direction to the dance floor. There he was, dancing and making a girl swirl to the beat as she laughed. He stumbled, his back hitting the bar. "You okay?" Tia asked.

His eyes didn't leave her. She looked gorgeous, somewhat thinner. Why was she thinner? But so sexy, dancing to the beat on the stage. Y/N did have a way of capturing the scene. She threw her head back as Jungkook whispered something in her ear and swirled her around with him.

"Yoongi?" Tia repeated.

"Yeah, yes, I am good, I'm good, here," He handed her the glass. "When you go up, could you let Jae or Sara, even Maria know that I've left? I'm just gonna go home. Not feeling too well." He left for the door before Tia could respond.

He felt weird. "I wanted this, I wanted this," He repeated, waiting for the cab to arrive.

"Leaving already?" Tara came and stood next to him.

"Feeling weird, are you going back too?" He asked, and she nodded. "Join me," He pointed to his booked cab ride.

"I met Y/N," she said.

"Yeah?"

"She'll be fine."

Yoongi just nodded, "You really think I could also find out who I am with her?" Tara looked at him in question. "That's what you were going to say, right? Before Jae came in?"

Tara nodded, "I've known Jae and Sara since school. And Sara likes you, that should've been the first sign to not listen to that shit."

"I didn't… I'm not naive. I didn't take their idea and follow through," Yoongi explained. "My parents have been discussing marriage. They bought the ring too, can you believe it? That is my thing to do when we are ready!"

"I thought she was your best friend?" Tara questioned.

"She is my best friend. And I'm being selfish. I know. But I'm all she has ever known. Do you know what her mum said before we left for uni? She said, 'wow, looks like Y/N is in my tracks of having one man for life.' God, her parents are so toxic."

"I don't get your point?" Yoongi was more in his head than in his ongoing explanation to Tara.

"What if one-day Y/N realises that she doesn't want to be like her mom? She hates her parent's relationship, and they were together since school as well. What if she realises that what we have can translate into what her parents made of their marriage?"

"Wow, I thought you left her cause you wanted to figure out life for yourself."

"I did. I do. I want us to have a chance to figure out what not being together feels like. So, that we are sure we want this. I want to explore being young and single for a bit. Just being with myself and not having my life dictated by my parents. And she will see this. She is smart. I just don't want to have any expectations for once."

"Okay, I'm no shrink. But you need help, Yoongi," Tara cut him off. "And you clearly are very confused about her place in your life. If you don't love her, end it! It will do you both good!"

"What the fuck? When did I even say that?" Yoongi yelled. "I do love her." He wasn't in doubt at all.

"Oh, did you tell her that you were feeling stuck? Scared? Claustrophobic?"

"I literally didn't say any of those things," Yoongi sighed. Clearly, Tara did not understand his situation.

"Yeah, you're not naming it. But it is what it is. You just threw her out of your life cause Jae told you his story of toxic romances and girlfriends not having a life. And Sara, who is fucked up, by the way, made it like Y/N didn't have a life without you. And you agreed to it the entire night, and the next we know is that you are not with her anymore," Tara really did like Y/N more. "And what if she likes this break and finds someone new? What will you do?"

Yoongi didn't respond. He hadn't thought this through.

—

"So, you remember, Jungkook?" Zoya asked me as we climbed the mountain. No one could change Tae's plan, and here we were, climbing this stupid mountain under the sun.

"Who?" I asked, trying to blink through the sweat.

"The hunk who you danced with all night, you lil minx!" Zoya tickled her.

"Yes, he texted me." I laughed. "Wants to grab a coffee with me," Zoya raised her eyebrow, "soon too!"

"And, what did you say," she asked.

"I really don't want to go on a date, so I asked him if we can meet as friends," It was all that I could offer. "And we are going to meet next week."

"Are you okay? Seeing Yoongi? With that chick?" She asked.

"I don't know. I'm not thinking about it," I told her honestly.

—

Classes had started again, and all my time not working was spent at the library. I had taken up a research project, and the readings were driving me crazy. It was 11 PM, and I was still here. Thankfully, my therapy was going great. We were reworking my narrative about belonging to someone. I should belong to myself first before giving a part of myself to someone else.

With Yoongi, I had made him my safe haven, which was not fair to either of us. She made me see how I was more dependent on him and how that had influenced so many of my life decisions. Like not going on the trip with all my girlfriends because Yoongi wasn't interested or not taking classes or going to movies which I liked because Yoongi might not have enjoyed them. Instead of treating him as my friend and partner, I was wrapping my life around his choices which made me more like a crutch. Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to move on.

It had been more than three months, though, and I was okay. I missed my friend more than I missed anything else. We could talk about anything. Talk about our future, our interests, and our problems. He just got it without me having to explain it to him. He was truly my best friend. But relationships evolve, and maybe that would be us.

If he was here right now, he would totally understand why I was getting competitive in my class and why I felt I needed to take on this stupid research project.

"This is an announcement for all students. We will close the front desk in 30 minutes. Please come to the front desk for any books intended to be taken out of the library."

"Ugh!" I quickly picked up my books, which I wanted to issue under my name, and ran to the front desk. "Hey! I can still continue studying here, right?" I asked the librarian.

"Yes, we are just closing the counter." He nodded.

"Great," I really needed to finish these readings cause Tae had Nadia over, and they were unreasonably loud at night.

"Hey," I felt a shiver down my spine.

I turned around, "Yoongi…uh…hi."

"Need help carrying those?" He asked, looking at the mountain of books, the librarian was issuing for me.

"Ah no, I'm good. I carried them all here," I smiled. I pulled the books towards me.

"Wait, let me help. Can I just have this book?" He asked the librarian, who quickly issued his book. "Here," He took half my bunch, "where to?"

"Umm, I'm looking for a comfy place," I looked around.

"I know the perfect spot! C'mon," He walked off before I could respond.

We took the lift to the 5th floor, "We have a dedicated space for the architecture wing, and that place has this tiny room, with the comfiest floor sofa with a table and a coffee counter in the next room." Yoongi explained, all excited.

"Oh, we don't have to. I can find a place…."

"You'll love it. C'mon," He sped up again before I could argue.

To his word, the place was so comfy. It also had a wall of floor-length windows at the other side of the table with a beautiful view of the campus. We sat down next to each other, and I sorted my readings.

"Are you prepping for a paper?" He asked, pulling his notebook out as well.

"Research project," I answered.

"Ah," he nodded. "Read on," He smiled, getting ready to read as well.

—

Yoongi couldn't help staring at her in between reading his book. She kept biting her pencil trying to sort through her sticky notes because she always started with a colour coding system which fell apart within minutes. It was a while before she took a break and just looked out of the window.

"How are your classes going?" He asked. He had been dying to speak to her. For the first time ever, he didn't know what was happening in her life, and he had so much to tell her too. He liked this, though, sitting next to her. It felt like home.

"Not bad. It's tough, but I'm trying to do better," She responded.

"What about yours?" She asked.

"Tough. It is very new. I had to make a model the other day, and all I wanted was that little sticky tape you had for your earrings. You know, the one you stick behind your-"

"Ear tape? It's to help with the weight," She laughed.

"Fuck yeah, it would have helped so much to hold the weight of this stupid model," Yoongi took out his phone to show her pictures. The wallpaper was still her, which she didn't comment on, "look at this. It took me more than 10 days to make this, and the professor threw it against the wall."

"Wait, what the fuck?"

"Don't worry! He ended it by saying that people who had their projects thrown against the wall should be proud, which was me and four more of us."

"Proud?"

"Yeah, ours was worth him looking at and critiquing, and the other 20 kids had failed." Yoongi continued, telling her stories of all she had missed, and she instinctively told him all of hers. It was so comfortable. It was like a habit. They went out to get coffee and kept talking about places they had eaten, new content they had seen, and people they had met. "Oh, I have a friend, Jungkook, who can really help you design this landscape. I can speak to him if you like. I think he uses that software. Atleast I think so. Yeah, you can't let that bitch win? How dare she claim your idea as hers!"

"That'll be nice," Yoongi gulped, remembering him from the club, and it shook him from the trance he was in right now. "You'll be surprised. I've met loads of people like her." he didn't want their conversation to end.

They keep talking as they leave the library to walk home. Their home, which was no longer theirs, but they don't realise it as they open their takeaway order on the table and sit down to eat.

"Ugh, my back hurts so much these days. I feel like I'm sitting and reading all the time!" Y/N stretched on the sofa as she finished showing him her research proposal.

"Come here, let me massage it a bit," Yoongi made her turn so her back for facing his front. "Relax your shoulders," he massaged her neck, just like she liked it. She moaned as Yoongi hit her spots, and it went right down to his dick. It had been so long since they had been together, and the noises she was making had him a little dizzy at this time of the night. "Do you like it, baby?" He asked her.

She nodded, tipping her head back as his hands went down her back, kind of dizzy herself with this feeling. It was instinct. It had to me. You couldn't tell who kissed first, but Yoongi's lips were on her, warm, fervent against hers. His hands went around her neck, tipping her face down and kissing her deeply.

"Oh gosh, Yoongi," She moaned, turning her body and climbing his lap. She could feel him hard, thick against her core, as she wrapped her body around his and pulled him in further. Yoongi couldn't pull her close enough to him. He wanted to touch all of her, all at once, have her in his veins, for it had been too long that he had her so close. It was an injustice to not have her this close to him at all times, it was wrong, and he could not think of one reason why he had let this happen.

She raised her arms as he pulled her oversized hoody off. She looked like sin, in just her bra and underwear in her hoody she liked wearing as a dress. She wastes no time getting his clothes off while trying to get him closer to her. He is so hard against her, and when he plunges into her, it feels like time stops, and it is just them at this moment.

"You feel so good," He moans, pulling her closer and kissing her all over her chest as she moves in his lap. "Please don't stop."

"I'm never going to stop," she whispers, getting his lips on her again. He fucks into her until she is sobbing in his arms and then cumming around his cock. She bites his shoulder as he releases inside her, holding her close, with her head on his chest. "Stay," he says, and Y/N can't think of anything else as she falls asleep in his arms.

Y/N has placed this sofa in their house, in a way where the light hits it directly during the sunrise. That's how he knew she was gone before the sun was up.

---

One more part and we wrap? I wanted to show more of a journey for them. 

What do you think? 

Give me your thoughts on what you want to happen next if you like?

©mymuseagustd@2023

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[cannibalishere]

Say “hello” to my first PWP oc :D !!

Their name is Kanhizakura ! :D

They are a kitsune as you can see. Do they do anything?

Well, they can open their chest (Inspo from glamrock freddy bcuz of that,,,). They also can let a some kind of gas out from their mouth(inspo from catnap…) , which 2 things, it does smell like cherry blossom and it can make anyone blind for a while (except some animatronic).

They doesn’t really cause harm to anyone so much as long you stop the gas just in time, because if you let them just let all the gas out (in the room or anywhere from inside of the building) 2 things can also happen.

- There’s a chance that they will kill u or jumpscare u

- The animatronics will approach the chance to kill u

But mostly of the time they can also help u out a little…

Anyways… enough of info :P

#artwork #digital art #playtime with percy #pwp oc #playtime with percy oc

[kthyg]

; MARKED | JJK [M]

missions suck but you suck better.

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : smut, porn with little plot, pwp, spy/agent au

rating : mature

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

word count : 2k+

warnings: mention of child trafficking, lots of kissing (jk and reader literally eating each others faces out), biting, groping, ass and boobies fondling (🫶🏻 bcs jk is an arse enthusiast i just know), dom jk, sub reader, big dicc jk, blowjob, face fucking, spanking, throat fuck, marking as in carving on skin with knife (jk does it on reader's thigh. dubious consent — if this bothers you, pls do not read this), blood (bloody thigh), cum eating. grammatical errors are bound to be found.

note : IM not SORRY FOR THE SYNOPSIS 🗽 after approximately 2 months of disappearance, im here again with a filth smut 🥰 🥰 ha ha.. i’ll post a oneshot sometime soon🤞🏻 i put deception on hold bcs i cant write it now lol it was supposed to be out by early june like i’ve said but things happened 👍 anyway, here’s a short smut in collaboration with @zyphqr aka my concept supplier 👍

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💌 what is winter listening to? ; Taki Taki by DJ Snake (with Cardi B, Selena Gomez & Ozuna)

Jeon Jungkook is an undercover agent and is now on a mission to hunt down the leader of a criminal organisation. His headquarters recently found out about the organisation’s malicious activity which involves child trafficking so Jungkook and his team have been tracking the criminal’s locations as well as their activities.

Jungkook is an excellent agent, you could say.

He always has his own way to bring down his target and this leader is no exception.

He’s at the bar where his target made his deals and transactions according to the investigation reports. The bar isn’t crowded with people which makes it a tad bit hard to be subtle since he’s alone and it’s hard to distract the criminals.

So, in order to blend in with the surroundings - and for his own fun - he needs to find himself a companion to kill some time with while waiting for the chance to catch them.

He settles down on a not-very-obvious spot to keep a close eye on the leader and orders himself a glass of champagne. Taki Taki by DJ Snake starts to play, filling the whole bar with the upbeat music.

His eyes that are always scanning his surroundings land on the dance floor and on you.

Your body's a body to die for; enough flesh at the right places, curves all in the right places. Hips swaying to the beat oh so perfectly. Jungkook knows his gaze isn’t the only one on you. The men around you are lusting over you as much as he is. Your hands teasingly slither around your body and through your hair.

He brings the rim of the glass to his lips without breaking his gaze on your figure, sipping the champagne. As the song progresses, your movements are getting wilder and sexier that he couldn’t help but to stride towards you.

You’re a magnet. Pulling everyone’s attention to yourself.

Jungkook is quick to place his hands on you - shamelessly. His arms did not hesitate to slide around your waist. He knows you are aware of his presence when you press your arse back to his front. He smirks at that.

You reek of alcohol, he could smell it but he takes it as you are sober enough to send over a daring look to him. Your eyes are definitely not ones that are drunk or tipsy. Your gaze is sharp, dare he says, you are challenging him even.

Challenging what? He has no idea but he’s up for it either way.

His calloused hands find their way to your hips and move it to the beat of the song, grinding your arse over his clothed bulge even more. You let him, of course. You let him lead your movements as your head falls on his chiselled chest. His building bulge on your arse only ignites the lust in your veins even more and it seems like he is no different. His control over your body is getting harder and rougher.

Fuck, it only fuels your sex drive.

It’s only grinding on a hard-on, you are no stranger to this but hell, it made you wet. You want to blame it on the alcohol but your alcohol tolerance is high as you could imagine thanks to years into your career.

So it’s definitely not the alcohol to blame.

Even having a sweet distraction, Jungkook is always aware of his surroundings and he definitely didn’t miss when his target made quick steps into the hallway. The target walks to the hallway leading to private rooms with a familiar face. Their client for tonight, from what he had seen in the report. Sensing as if he’s distracted, you stroke his hardness. The sound that left his lips dampens your panties even more.

“You’re a distraction,” he whispers in your ear.

You squeeze his clothed dick. “Push me away then.”

Fuck, you don’t want him to push you away, not when his bulge is grinding on your arse so deliriously.

“I’d rather fuck you out of my system first, love.”

With that Jungkook pulls you out of the dance floor to the hallway. The target is doing his business in one of the private rooms and no signal is given from Jungkook’s team to attack him just yet.

One, two, three bulky men guarding the door.

“Have fun, Jeon.” One of his teammates tells him through the earpiece. “We’ll leave this to you now.”

A smirk crawls its way to his lips at the free command. He looks down at you who’s glued to his side, already looking at him with pleading eyes. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the nearest wall and his lips crash onto yours. Your lips are just like how he had imagined them.

Soft and sweet.

Tastes like fucking sin.

He would kiss you all day but he can’t so he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow instead. He kisses you fervently and you try to match the intensity.

“Fucking hell,” he growls into your mouth. Your moans and whimpers, all, are swallowed by him as he continues to deepen the kiss.

Hands on his sturdy chest, you push back to gasp for dear air but Jungkook has you under his mercy - or the lack thereof - hence his hand roughly grips your hair, tugging at your scalp and places your lips where they are supposed to be; on his.

His tongue works its way to lick and nibble on your lower lip, trying to pry your mouth open for entrance. Hot, minty breath hits your face as if your body isn’t already feeling hot because of the man. Feeling a bit too feisty, your teeth catch his lower lip, biting it and drawing blood. He grunts out a curse.

But much to your surprise - and maybe a tad bit of dismay - he doesn’t pull back, instead, he takes it as an opportunity and invitation to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth. His tongue vigorously explores your mouth until you are left with no room for tongue fighting for dominance - not like there are any before. He takes away your breath with just a kiss.

Fuck it, that’s far from a kiss. You’d call it devouring.

Jungkook doesn't do kisses.

He devours.

His hands leave your hair and down to trail your spine and finally rest on your arse. He takes his time fondling your fleshy keister that he had been eyeing for since he first laid eyes on you. Your arse fits perfectly in his palm like a perfect mould. Pulling his tongue out, a string of saliva follows suit. Jungkook takes his time to admire your fucked out face - merely from a kiss.

“I’m barely starting and you look like you’re ready to back out once I let go of you, love.” He taunts.

You glare at him through half-lidded eyes. If he is distracted, he would’ve missed it but he doesn���t. Your reaction only spurs his lust for you. You don’t even notice your dress is riding up, leaving your arse exposed. His calloused hands grip roughly on your bum.

Your glare doesn’t last long nor did you have the chance to bite back any remarks, not when his hands spread your arse cheeks and a slap is pressed on the right side of your bum.

A gasp leaves your throat.

He chuckles darkly. “This arse,” Spank. “Has been asking,” Spank. “To be imprinted red.” Spank.

He lands one final blow before his hands creep up to cup your clothed tits. He fondles them slowly and softly, eyes never leaving your breasts.

All while it lasts, his softness, before he pulls down your dress’s bodice rather roughly.

He immediately attaches his lips to one of your perky tits, lapping around the areola and your pebbled nipple. He distributes enough attention to your tits as his fingers play with your untouched boob. Simultaneously, he pinches your nipple and biting down the other, forcing out a cry and a string of curses to spill from your lips.

His soft lips pull away from your flesh, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reaches your jaw and finally connects back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his hard-on pressing on your abdomen and fuck if it doesn’t make you shiver just by feeling the enormous bulge.

Your hand makes its way to palm on his clothed hardness with an up and down motion. Your hand is getting bolder at each stroke over his dick. In a hasty movement, Jungkook pulls away from your lips and shoves you down on your knees, eye level to his crotch. His half-lidded eyes are dark with lust.

“Looks so good on your knees,” he praises. “At my mercy.”

He cups your chin, raising your gaze up from drooling over his bulge. “Want to fuck this pretty face, hmm?” Thumb sliding in your mouth as he presses it on your tongue, prying your mouth to open wide and slide out. “Will you let me fuck your mouth?”

“Fuck, yes.” You don’t miss a beat to give him full control and consent over your body, to ruin you, overall.

A growl reverberated in his chest at your eagerness. “So desperate for a cock, huh?”

“Your cock.” That seems to do wonders on him as a possessive glint swims in his eyes.

Jungkook is fast to undo his pants and free his throbbing member. His dick is massive, you wonder if it will fit your mouth. Veins are prominent around his thick length which makes you drool at the sight. Your hands reach to feel his angry red tip that is leaking with precum but he is quick to stop you.

“Hands behind, love.” He commands.

You do as he says.

He grazes his thumb on your bottom lip before cradling your cheek ever so softly. He tucks away a few strands of your hair that falls out of place. It’s weird how this man in front of you can be so loving and soft but in another moment;

He’s the beast.

Jungkook doesn’t waste the time plunging his thick length into your hot, velvety mouth. The sound that escapes his throat leaves your core gushing wet as he bottoms up, balls deep inside your mouth. You try to ignore your gag reflex - it would be good if he could fuck your gag reflex away too - as you take him whole, pressing your face further until your nose hits his pubic hair.

You can feel him deep in your mouth down to your throat. He keeps your head in place, his cock buried deep inside to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirls around the huge length.

Praises spill from his lips. “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl, yeah?”

You moan in response. The vibration that follows elicits a deep moan from Jungkook. He pulls out of your heat only for the tip of his length to stay inside before he immediately pushes in everything. It becomes a repetitive cycle as he fucks your throat hard.

He grabs your head, controlling your movements like you’re nothing but a cocksleeve combining it all together with his hips thrusting into your heat.

“Gonna cum in this hot mouth,” he moans, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

After a few slow but hard thrusts, he finishes in your mouth. His hot loads fill your senses as you try to take in everything he gives, like the good girl you are. You end up sucking him off, heads bobbing up and down to milk him dry. You wipe the cum that had slipped out from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, bringing it to the tip of your tongue.

Jungkook pulls you in for yet another kiss and just like before, you’re an utter goner.

He tastes himself on you as his tongue delves into your mouth. His hand brushes through your hair and sits still at the back of your neck to keep you in place.

A cry of pain escapes your throat when you feel a sharp object cut into the skin of your exposed thigh. You pull back - at least you tried to - but your effort is worse than futile. Jungkook sets an iron grip at the back of your neck just to keep you from pushing him away, all while he carves at the expense of your skin.

You bite down his lip until you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.

He pulls away, freeing you from his grip, but his expression is definitely not the one you thought he would be wearing after being bitten until his lip draws blood.

He is smirking.

His tongue licks the wound you left on his lip. Your gaze drops down to your bloody thigh, the one that he had carved his fucking initials on.

“It’s fun hanging out with you, love, but time’s up.”

He turns on his heels. “I’d love to fuck your pussy but I need to take your boss down first.”

Fucking, hell…

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[francesminos-tt]

Gwayne/Joffrey pwp

I have no idea why I wrote 4k pwp😅

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Joffrey said, drying his son’s hair with a fluffy towel. Little Jo inherited Joffrey’s wild curls, though blonde, the texture was the same. Joffrey took his time to properly dry the curls with a towel before taking up the hairdryer.

“Of course! I am a big boy now!” Joffrey Jr. pouted, obviously annoyed by his mother’s (unnecessary) concern, “Laenor tells me he has been sleeping on his own since he was three. I am four already! I can sleep on my own!”

“Of course you can, big boy.” Joffrey squeezed his son’s shoulder gently to stop the restless boy from moving, “Let me dry your hair first, so you can sleep in the guest room on your own, okay?”

Joffrey brushed the boy’s hair with his finger and began blow-drying the soft curls. Joffrey Jr. looked exactly like his mother, except for the coloring. Little Jo had the same coloring of his father, blonde hair and grey blue eyes. The two Joffreys were wearing similar pajamas, both perching on the king-size bed comfortably, a warm light on the nightstand making their skin glow. It was the sight Gwayne saw as he entered the master bedroom in his bathrobe.

“Papa!” Jo noticed his father first, his face perking up with a bright smile.

Gwayne smiled and walked to the bed. He wrapped one arm around Joffrey before planting a kiss on the omega’s cheek. Gwayne had just come out of shower, his hair still dripping water, cold water drops landed on Joffrey’s warm skin.

“Stop it.” Joffrey side-eyed him, “Go dry your own hair, Gwayne. I won’t do it for you.”

“Why not?” Gwayne chuckled, showing no intention of letting Joffrey go, “I can wait until you are finished with Jo.”

“You are 34,” Joffrey rolled his eyes, his cheeks turning pink from Gwayne’s intimacy, “not 4. Don’t act like a spoiled boy.”

“No.” Gwayne seemed determined to be difficult tonight, “I miss your blow-dry skills, Joff.”

“You have to say the magic word, papa.” Jo chimed in, poking at his father’s arm.

“Oh, right. I forgot.” Gwayne touched the boy’s soft cheeks before turning to his husband, “Can you dry my hair today, please, Joff?”

Joffrey sighed, but didn’t reject. How could he say no to Gwayne’s pleading eyes, even though he knew Gwayne was only faking it.

“Wait until I am done with Jo.” Joffrey said, his blushing deepened when Gwayne planted another kiss to the corner of his lips.

“See, papa, it is important to say the magical word!” Jo tried to turn his head, but was stopped by Joffrey’s hand on his shoulder.

“Stay still. You can lecture your father when I am done, okay?”

Joffrey Jr. could be mischievous sometime, but he was a mommy’s boy. He was extremely clingy ever since he was still a baby. Gwayne still remembered how difficult it was for Joffrey to wean. Little Jo would cry for a whole night, and nothing Gwayne did could make him stop. It was the hunger that finally made the baby take a sip of the formula milk. Little Jo insisted on sleeping on his parents’ bed even though he had his own very nicely decorated room. It was not hard to imagine how shocked Joffrey was when Jo said he would like to sleep in the guest room of the cabin they stayed in.

Gwayne always took a week off in Winter to take his family on a trip to enjoy snow sports. Joffrey liked skiing, and Jo definitely inherited the interest from his mother. They had arrived at the Winterfell resort this morning, and spent the whole afternoon exploring different skiing trails. To be honest, Gwayne was exhausted from staying in the cold weather for so long, so he was actually relieved that his son decided to sleep in the other room. He couldn’t wait to spend some quality time with his husband.

“All right, done.” Joffrey switched off the hair dryer and brushed the little boy’s hair with his finger, “Do you need something before bed? Warm milk?”

“I’ll make it myself!” The boy jumped off the bed and ran for the small cabin kitchen.

“Be careful!” Joffrey tried to follow the boy, but Gwayne’s strong arm around his waist stopped the omega.

“Let him do it.” Gwayne said, tightening his arms to make Joffrey fall back to the bed, “He can use the microwave better than I do.”

“You spoil him too much.” Joffrey pouted. He might be a worrying mother to his son, but he was always the innocent omega Gwayne met at a networking party.

“I think most people would have different opinions.” Gwayne chuckled, kissing Joffrey’s pouty lips, “You are the one who has separating issues.”

“I have not!” Joffrey retorted, puffing his cheeks out like a little boy. He looked incredibly young like this, more like the freshly bloomed omega Gwayne had met at a networking event all these years ago. Gwayne had almost forgotten how young Joffrey was, only in his mid-twenties despite already having a four-year-old boy.

“Jo’s already four, you know. He will want freedom rather than company soon.” Gwayne said, cupping Joffrey’s face with his large palm, “The best thing for us parents to do is letting him have his own choice.”

“Don’t remind me.” Joffrey sighed, pressing his face harder into his alpha’s warm hand, “I can’t believe my boy is old enough to sleep alone now. Soon he will find his mama annoying and lock himself in his room doing God forbid what. He will move out of the house and go to college before I even realize what is happening.”

“Hey, hey, slow down.” Gwayne pressed their foreheads together and squeezed Joffrey’s cheek gently, “It’ll be still a long time before Jo goes to college, okay? You will have plenty of time to spend with our son still. Besides, I don't think Jo will ever find you annoying. He asks about you every 5 minutes when you are out of his sight. Where is mama? When will mama come back? Can we go and see him?”

Joffrey chuckled at Gwayne’s poor attempt at mimicking their son. He knew rationally that it was a normal growing up process for Jo to become less dependent on him, but it still made Joffrey sad. He had been so used to reading bedtime stories and having Jo’s little arm around him when sleeping. Perhaps Gwayne was right. He was having separating issues.

“He doesn’t want bedtime story today.” Joffrey murmured.

“You know what? I am actually glad that he decides to sleep on his own.” Gwayne raised his eyebrow dramatically, “Finally I don't have to share my husband with a spoiled devil. I can have you completely to myself tonight.”

“Jo’s your son.” Joffrey reminded the alpha, though he knew Gwayne was only joking.

“So what? You are my omega.” Gwayne kissed the bridge of Joffrey’s nose, “I don't want to share you with anyone, even my own pup.”

Joffrey laughed, his hand slowly sliding up Gwayne’s back to rest at the alpha’s nape to play with the wet blonde locks. Gwayne’s lips came down to Joffrey’s own and they shared a lazy kiss tasting like mint toothpaste.

“Mama, are you drying papa’s hair?” A boy’s voice came from the bedroom entrance, almost scaring Joffrey out of his skin. Joffrey broke the kiss immediately and turned to his son with bright red cheeks.

“No, uh, I mean, I am about to.” Joffrey tried, cursing himself for his clumsy tongue.

Jo sipped on his drink, looking more confused than suspicious. There was some milk foam above his upper lip, as if he had grown a white mustache.

“Okay.” Jo said, trying to lick off the milk foam but his tongue was too short to do so.

Joffrey tried to slip off the bed, but Gwayne beat him to it. The alpha came to pick up his pup, wiping off the ridiculous white mustache with his thumb before giving the little boy a half-hearted tickle on the stomach.

“Finish off your milk and say good night to mama, little man.” Gwayne said, “It’s time for bed now.”

Jo quickly gulped down all his milk before murmuring a goodnight to Joffrey. The omega couldn't help but smile at the adorable scene in front him. His husband carrying their son, who was holding a cute black cat mug with both his little hands. Joffrey came off bed as well, and walked to the pair to give Jo a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight, sweet boy.” Joffrey kissed the boy’s forehead then his cheek, “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight, mama.” Jo yawned, blinking tiredly at his mother. It was a miracle the boy had managed to stay up this late, considering he had been running about in the snow all afternoon.

Gwayne carried the sleepy boy to the guest room and tucked him in. Gwayne kissed the tip of the boy’s nose before dimming the light. Jo already had a hard time keeping his eyes open, so Gwayne left as quietly as he could, leaving the door open a crack in case Jo woke up at night and wanted to find his parents. Gwayne didn't go back to the master bedroom immediately; instead, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of chilled wine and two glasses. By the time he returned to the master bedroom, Joffrey had already made himself comfortable on the bed.

“Wine?” Gwayne asked, placing down the two glasses on the nightstand before joining his husband on bed.

“I thought you want me to dry your hair.” Joffrey said, but he didn't object when Gwayne filled the two glasses.

“I still do.” Gwayne replied, sitting in front of Joffrey with his legs crossed, wine glass in hand, “It doesn’t mean I can’t have wine in the meantime.”

Joffrey put a dry towel over Gwayne’s head and pressed. Gwayne’s hair had mostly dried, so Joffrey quickly removed the towel and replaced it with his finger, massaging the alpha’s scalp gently.

“Aren’t you tired?” Joffrey asked, kneading his thumb into Gwayne’s nape.

“Hmmm, a little.” The alpha sighed contentedly, “But not enough to fall asleep now. I want to spend some alone time with you. How long since the last time we enjoyed wine in bed?”

“Long enough.” Joffrey chuckled, brushing Gwayne’s golden locks with his finger before switching on the hairdryer. He kept the heat low, for Gwayne’s hair was far more fragile than his own. He didn't want to mess up his husband’s perfect blonde hair.

It didn't take long to blow-dry Gwayne’s hair. Joffrey kept his finger through Gwayne’s hair, careful not to pull too hard. Joffrey loved his husband’s hair, so smooth to the touch, like fine golden silk. In fact, Joffrey loved everything about his husband. Gwayne’s pale skin, grey blue eyes, gentle touch, calming alpha scent, and talented tongue. The last part made Joffrey blush, his cheeks turning pink without the wine.

“All right, done.” Joffrey put the hairdryer away and appreciated his handiwork, “God, I love your hair.”

“Only hair?” Gwayne joked, half-turning his head to look at Joffrey, a teasing smile on his lips.

Joffrey didn’t know how to answer, so he acted on impulse and kissed Gwayne’s wine-stained lips. He had probably been horny ever since Gwayne walked in the room with only a bath robe. Their tongue met immediately, the fruity smell of wine and Gwayne’s alpha scent mixing together into something so alluring that caused goose bumps to form on Joffrey’s skin.

“How about my tongue?” Gwayne asked after a long while, when they parted to catch their breaths, “Do you not love my tongue as well?”

“I do. Is that what you want to hear?” Joffrey rolled his eyes playfully, snatching the wine glass from Gwayne and gulped down the remaining content, “I love your eyes, your voice, your scent, your-”

Joffrey never had the chance to finish his sentence because Gwayne sealed their lips together into a much more passionate kiss. Gwayne gently pressed Joffrey down on the bed, kissing the omega with abandon, as if his life depended on it. The alpha didn't give Joffrey any chance to react before inserting his knee between Joffrey’s legs and brushed against the omega’s private parts over Joffrey’s pajamas. The omega moaned, the empty glass sliding off his hand to the carpeted floor silently, but Joffrey couldn't care less about it now. Gwayne had taken his breath away and drunken up all his moans, leaving Joffrey with nothing but unquenchable thirst for the alpha’s touch.

Gwayne kept teasing Joffrey’s omega parts with his knee, while sliding his lips down Joffrey’s jaw, sucking at the tender flesh of Joffrey’s neck. He ran his tongue over the omega’s scent gland, tracing the bite mark he had left there on their wedding night and taking in Joffrey’s unique omega scent. Warm, sweet, with a hint of spice, like sitting by a burning hearth in the coldest of winter.

“Gwayne, please,” Joffrey murmured, jolting in surprise as Gwayne’s knee brushed hard against his pussy. He could tell he was already wet, the unmistakable sensation of slick leaking out his entrance making him whimper with desire.

Gwayne slid a hand into Joffrey’s pajama, slowly teasing the standing bud on the omega’s chest. Joffrey let out a muffled moan when Gwayne pinched his left nipple.

“Gwayne,” Joffrey called his husband’s name again desperately, but he couldn’t make a coherent sentence now. Gwayne’s hand on his tits, knee pressed against his pussy, and the alpha’s lips hot on his neck. Gwayne was everywhere.

“What do you want, Joff? Tell me.” Gwayne moved up, using his free hand to cup Joffrey’s face and wiping off the trace of saliva from the corner of the brunette’s mouth.

“Touch me,” Joffrey managed to blurt out, “let me feel you, please.”

Before Gwayne could answer, Joffrey took the alpha’s thumb into his warm mouth and sucked eagerly. Joffrey was a mess from their earlier making out. Dark curls splattered on the pillow, dark eyes moist with pleading tears, lips swollen and red, the buttons of his fluffy pajama mostly undone, exposing his plump breast. He looked so beautiful, so alluring, so delicious that Gwayne wanted to devour him whole.

But no. Gwayne was a patient man. He preferred to taste his prize rather than swallowing it whole. The alpha removed his finger from Joffrey’s mouth, drawing a disappointed grunt from the brunette.

“Shh, not so fast.” Gwayne cooed, letting his saliva covered finger gliding down Joffrey’s torso, from the omega’s collar bone to his belly button, leaving a glistening wetness behind. Joffrey shivered at the touch, his skin turning a bright pink as goose bumps began to form, as if chasing Gwayne’s finger. Joffrey tried to move his hip, but Gwayne wouldn’t let him. The alpha trapped Joffrey between his strong legs, making the omega completely at his mercy.

“Stop teasing me.” Joffrey said through gritted teeth. He meant it to be a threat, but the words came out more like a desperate beg.

“I am not teasing.” Gwayne replied, slipping his hand into Joffrey’s pajama pants and squeezed the omega’s pussy over the silky underwear, “I want to make you feel good. How are you feeling right now, Joff? Do you like me playing with your tits and pussy?”

If this was not teasing, Joffrey didn't know what was. Gwayne was clearly asking to tease him more. How could Joffrey not feel good with his husband’s large hand grabbing his tits and pussy? Gwayne must know he was already on the verge of losing himself in pleasure, or else why would his nipple become so hard and his pussy so wet?

“You know it,” Joffrey murmured, thrusting his hip upward to meet Gwayne’s hand, “you know how to make me lose control.”

Gwayne’s lips curled up into a proud smile. Oh, yes, he knew. He had explored Joffrey’s body so many times before, so he knew exactly where to stimulate to make Joffrey fall harder into the abyss of pleasure. However, every time he touched Joffrey’s body, he would always find something new. For example, Joffrey’s right nipple was slightly larger than the left one, and more sensitive too, probably because he tended to breastfeed their son on this side. Today, Gwayne found that the small bush above Joffrey’s pussy felt softer and less dense than before. He pulled Joffrey’s pants down to observe it closely.

“Did you shave your pussy?” Gwayne asked, tracing his finger around the cute heart shape of Joffrey’s body hair. Just like his curls, Joffrey had dark and curly body hair, including private area, but now, the small bush had obviously been shaven and well cared, accentuating Joffrey’s fat pussy lips.

Joffrey blushed. He had almost forgotten about it. He didn't do it on purpose, per se, but the salesperson in the spa he frequented (recommended by Lucerys) was too persuasive. Joffrey hadn’t had proper sex with his husband for months now. They had neither the time nor the energy to properly fuck. A quick handy in the shower was all they could manage. Rationally, Joffrey knew the lack of sex was mostly due to taking care of a clingy four-year-old, but still, he worried. He was worried that he might not be as sexually appealing to his husband as before his pregnancy, so naturally, he fell for the sales talk.

Don’t you want look cute for your husband?

Of course he did.

“It’s part of the spa package.” Joffrey replied, leaving the ‘he had to pay extra’ part out, “Stop looking at me like that! I know it looks ridiculous and I regret it now, okay?”

Gwayne didn't answer. He got rid of Joffrey’s pants in one go, rougher than he normally would. Then, he lifted the omega’s legs before parting them and letting them wrapped around his neck. He bent Joffrey in half and covered the omega’s wet pussy with his mouth.

Joffrey moaned loudly as his eyes fall back. Gwayne sucked his pussy hard before nibbling the omega’s clit, rolling it between his teeth. His nose was buried in the cute bush above Joffrey’s pussy, where the omega’s scent was strongest.

Joffrey couldn’t help but squeeze his legs shut as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him. He was so aroused and so sensitive, the slightest amount of stimuli was enough to push him over the edge. Joffrey didn't want to cum so fast. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, but Gwayne’s talented tongue had different opinions.

“Gwayne!” Joffrey hissed as he legs began to tremble, “I am going to- Please, please, PLEASE!”

Joffrey’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he came hard, his lower belly tightening and his pussy twitching inside Gwayne’s mouth. He curled his toes and grabbed a handful of bed sheets desperately for the pleasure was too overwhelming for him to stay sane. He felt like a shipwreck, drifting in the waves of pleasure.

“You taste so good, Joff.” Gwayne finally let go of Joffrey’s pussy, the alpha’s lips glistening with slick, “I can get drunk by your slick.”

Joffrey let his legs slide down Gwayne’s torso as he tried hard to catch his breath. He stuck his tongue out, and Gwayne took the hint and lowered his head to spit into Joffrey’s mouth.

“Can you taste yourself, Joffrey?”

“Y-yes.” Joffrey replied vaguely, too busy swallowing Gwayne’s spit.

Gwayne chuckled, brushing some sweaty curls from Joffrey’s face. He gave the omega an encouraging kiss on the lips before flipping Joffrey over, aligning himself against the omega’s spent entrance.

Joffrey whimpered as Gwayne pushed in. He was so wet that it didn't hurt at all to let Gwayne’s cock in. Joffrey could feel the heat from Gwayne’s cock inside him, as well as the alpha’s sweaty chest against his back. Joffrey chuckled under his breath.

“What is it?” Gwayne asked, kissing Joffrey’s scent gland.

“I think our earlier showers are for nothing after all.” Joffrey said, turning his head back to share a kiss with his husband, “We are all sweaty again.”

“We can take a bath together after I am done with you.” Gwayne replied, thrusting his hip forward to bury deeper into Joffrey.

“Post coital bath?” Joffrey curled his lips up, “Sounds great.”

Joffrey squeezed his pussy at Gwayne’s next thrust. The alpha grunted and bit down hard on Joffrey’s earlobe. The pain and the sensation of being filled to the brim made Joffrey shiver.

“Brat.” Gwayne murmured in Joffrey’s ear and the naughty omega a loud slap on the butt.

“Will you punish me,” Joffrey lowered his voice into a whisper, “daddy?”

That was it. Joffrey had crossed the line, and there would be no turning back. Gwayne grabbed Joffrey’s hip to force the omega’s butt up before thrusting into the naughty boy hard and fast. He slapped Joffrey’s butt according to the pace of his thrust, making the cute butt cheeks turn pink, like a blushing maiden.

“Does naughty boy like his punishment?” Gwayne asked, giving Joffrey’s butt another loud slap.

“Yes, yes! Thank you, daddy!” Joffrey shouted, shaking and twisting on the sheets, his face covered in tears and saliva.

Gwayne changed the thrusting angle, aiming at Joffrey’s good point. Joffrey’s entrance was stretched to the limit as Gwayne pushed his knot in as well.

“I am going to put another pup in you.” Gwayne said, panting, his usual calmness replaced by something harsh and unforgiving, “Make your belly swell with my seed.”

Gwayne wasn’t asking. He would fuck Joffrey into oblivion and knot him until tomorrow whether Joffrey agreed or not. It was rare for Gwayne to act so harshly, but Joffrey loved the alpha’s rare harshness. It always made Joffrey’s skin prickle with arousal whenever Gwayne let his true self show. Gwayne was not always the humble one. He could be just as ruthless as any young alpha. Joffrey was proud to be the only one who had the chance to see this side of him.

“Please, daddy.” Joffrey turned his head to meet Gwayne’s grey blue eyes, his own dark orbs glistening with desire.

“Good boy.” Gwayne picked up his pace again, his knot thrusting in and out of Joffrey’s entrance, causing the nasty water sound echo in the room.

Joffrey tried to take it all, but Gwayne’s thrusts were too fast and too hard. He found it harder and harder to keep his butt up, his lower back so sore that Joffrey felt like it was about to snap at any second. Joffrey could do nothing but moan and twist on the sheets, reduced into a mess of slick, saliva, sweat and tears.

Gwayne’s balls slapped against Joffrey’s butt every time he thrust in, the slapping of skin again skin so loud that it was able to wake the whole cabin. They were so carried away by their desire that neither of them remembered there was another person in the guest room.

“Mama?” A sleepy voice came from the bedroom entrance, “Why are you moaning? Are you hurt?”

“Fuck.” Joffrey was jolted out of his horniness the instant he heard his son’s voice, but it was too late to detach himself from Gwayne.

“Fuck.” Gwayne agreed, but he was quick enough to pull the sheets over their tangled body, saving them the last bit of grace.

“Mama?” Jo rubbed his eyes sleepily, still hugging his favorite plushie, a golden tailed dragon.

“Y-yes, mama is here.” Joffrey tried his best to not to swallow the moan, “What is it, my boy? Why are you up?”

Jo walked to the bed, still rubbing his eyes. Joffrey noticed the boy’s eyes were red and puffy, as if he had been crying.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Joffrey asked, lying on his stomach with Gwayne on top of him, the fluffy duvet over them both.

Jo nodded, a bit embarrassedly. He was the one who insisted on sleeping on his own, so it felt lame to run to his parents in the middle of the night. However, Jo couldn’t fall back to sleep after waking up from the monster under the bed nightmare.

“Can I sleep with you and papa?” Jo asked in a whisper.

Joffrey was relieved that the little boy was too sleepy to notice his surroundings. Joffrey would die of shame if his son found out about his parents having shameless daddy sex.

“Of-huh! Of course.” Joffrey bit his lower lip, throwing a dirty look at his husband as the alpha’s cock brushed against a particular sensitive spot.

“Go wash your face first.” Gwayne spoke, his voice deeper and rougher than intended.

Fortunately, Jo didn’t seem to notice, or care his papa’s hoarse voice. He went to the in-suite bathroom the master bedroom, leaving Joffrey and Gwayne on the bed with their private parts still connected.

“Pull out.” Joffrey hissed, letting Gwayne change their position. Now they were both lying on their sides, Gwayne’s chest pressed against Joffrey’s back.

“I can’t.” Gwayne whispered back, “I’ve already knotted you.”

“God.” Joffrey sighed helplessly. It would take at least 30 minutes for Gwayne’s knot to come down. They had to sleep on the same bed with their son while Gwayne’s cock still inside him.

Jo came back after a short while and climbed onto the bed. Thank God that he was used to sleeping on Joffrey’s side rather than between his parents. Joffrey had no idea how to explain to his son that he could not sleep between his parents because they were making him a sister or brother. Fuck. It was so embarrassing.

“Good night, mama.” Jo leaned in to kiss Joffrey’s nose, “There. I’ve kissed your hurt away.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” Joffrey chuckled, his heart swell with warmth, “Go back to sleep. Me and your papa will be right here.”

Jo nodded, his eyes already closing.

“I think we have traumatized our son.” Gwayne whispered after Jo fell asleep again.

“Don’t remind me.” Joffrey let his head fall back on Gwayne’s shoulder, “I can’t have sex again without remembering today.”

“Don’t worry,” Gwayne flattened his palm over Joffrey’s lower belly, “I will make you forget.”

Joffrey shivered as he felt Gwayne’s cock twitch inside of him.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffrey velaryon #abo dynamics #gwayne hightower #gwayne x joffrey #pwp #oc child

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urgent matters (m) | ksj 🔞

pairing: seokjin x reader

rating: m(18+); smut, cursing, alcohol consumption

genre: pwp basically, smut, a bit of fluff, dom sub dynamics (kinda), established relationship, just a tiny bit of humour cause I’m me

warnings: well it’s smut, brat tamer jin, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, spit kink, choking, slight pain kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), seokjin is very harsh (but it’s all within consensual boundaries they discussed before this story), alcohol consumption (they’re not tipsy anymore when they get into it)

a/n: there’s nothing much to say and oh welp I had fun with this one. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 3.6k

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The night started well, you and your boyfriend went to have dinner with friends, then dinner became drinks, and before you knew it you were all just a bunch of tipsy happy fellows singing songs in the streets, unbothered by the confused stares from passersby.

The night was hot and humid, the current heat wave hitting its peak earlier in the day. There were barely any stars in the sky, though that didn’t deter you and Seokjin from trying to find the big dipper, hidden somewhere beneath the clouds.

The both of you wave your friends goodbye as you drop off the last of them to their house, leaving the both of you to walk home at a little past midnight. But you feel safe with Seokjin’s arm around your waist, pulling you so close you have to walk in a slightly awkward manner to try and keep up with his hurried steps.

“Jesus Jinnie why are you walking so damn fast,” You breathe out between fits of hysterical giggles.

What’s so funny? Who knows.

“I have urgent matters to attend to,” He deadpans, which only serves to send you into another loud fit of laughter.

“What urgent matters? I thought we were spending the night together,” You try to fight your smile in order to give him a slightly more convincing pout.

He stops in his tracks, though you’re now stading only a few feet away from your house’s driveway.

You send him a puzzled look, only then noticing the absolutely bewitching glint in his eyes, which sparks shivers up your spine and all the way up to your nape.

He flicks your nose playfully, taking the moment of inattention to grab your bum forcefully and tugging you closer.

You swiftly collide onto his chest, barely having enough time to put your hands forward, softening the blow. You feel the rhythm of his heart, the organ beating quickly beneath your palm and under his suit.

You look up into his onyx eyes, straining your neck in the process. 

You feel so small in his arms, under his imposing gaze. His demeanor is such a contrast with the man he is day to day, it’s thrilling. And no matter how many times you’ve seen this side of his personality, you’ll never get used to it.

“We are spending the night together, and you are the urgent matter I need to attend to,” He darkly chuckles, the sound making your blood rush south as soon as it reaches your ears.

He leisurely dips his head, gaze fixed onto your lips, like he’s got all the time in the world. It’s agonizingly slow, so much so that you almost let a whimper escape your throat as your patience wears thin.

His pillowy lips leave a featherlight touch onto yours and you inhale sharply in anticipation, tension building steadily at the pit of your stomach.

But suddenly, your feet aren’t on the ground anymore and you let out a yelp as Seokjin picks you up and swings you around like a ragdoll, your hips laying on top of his broad shoulders, his rear end now at eye level. 

He crosses the distance to your front door in quick strides, leaving a powerful slap on your ass as he does so. You giggle as you bounce around in his hold, the loud smack mixes with your laughter and echoes all throughout the quiet neighborhood.

As soon as he closes the door, he maneuvers you around and onto your feet, leaving you dizzy in the process. You barely have time to take in your surroundings before you’re pushed against the wall, a strong hand sneaking to your back in an attempt to soften the blow.

And it’s things like these that make you go absolutely mad for the man you share your life with. His strong aura and authoritative presence are absolutely enough to make you positively melt in his embrace, but it’s the security that comes with it that drives you over the edge.

Knowing that you may give him free rein on everything that goes on between the four walls of your bedroom, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe and taken care of, never pressured or uncomfortable. 

And if that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed, you don’t want to imagine what could top it.

You register a hand crawling up the side of your body, up to your cheek, and a thumb, softly tugging at your bottom lip.

“Open up baby,” He grunts, his voice dipping an octave lower. 

You feel heat lodging itself onto your cheeks, completely unrelated to the ongoing heatwave, as Seokjin tantalizingly latches onto your lip, dragging his teeth onto the soft flesh before releasing it with a slight popping sound.

That’s all it takes really, to make you go absolutely wild.

You press against his body, draping your arms over his shoulders in an effort to stabilize yourself as you voraciously attack his plump flesh, relishing in the small moan that escapes him as you do. 

Your mind is absolutely gone, lost in a Seokjin-induced haze, you have no complaints.

He earnestly rolls his hips against your core, hissing at the friction as if deliciously burned by an all consuming fire, and you can’t help the needy sob that pushes through your throat and into your lover’s mouth, instantly swallowed by his insatiable hunger. 

He swiftly picks you up with both of his hands, your dress hiking up to your hips as he grips your thighs fiercely, sure to leave bruises in their wake. You all but mewl as he stabilizes you, digging his nails into your skin and heads toward what you imagine to be your bedroom, too preoccupied by his mouth leaving harsh kisses onto yours to really care.

You feel the soft linen fabric caress your skin as he gently lays you down on the bed, breaking away from your hold, but not before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, only fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

You stare at him unashamedly through half-shut eyes, like mesmerized, in a trance of some sort.

He swiftly shrugs his blazer off, then tantalizingly unbuttons his light blue shirt, a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he proceeds to tug down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion, his erection hitting his stomach as he does.

You almost salivate at the sight that awaits you, a toned chest, slightly defined abs and a happy trail that leads all the way down to his thick length.

Seokjin slaps your thigh and sends you a stern look that makes you jolt on the spot, like an electrical shock coursing through you, unrestrained. You whimper loudly, which earns you a low groan.

“Get up, take this pretty dress off,” He demands in such an authoritative tone that you tremble in excitement. 

You hurriedly comply, tugging your dress off as quickly as you possibly can considering the tremor in your hands, or in your whole body, truthfully.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praises while gripping your waist and tugging you closer, tearing a high pitched whine straight from your chest.

He dips down to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Then he heads a little lower, to your collarbones, leaving a map of purple bruises in his trail. You shake uncontrollably, going absolutely lax in his strong hold as soft airy whimpers slip past your parted lips.

He unhooks your bra with one hand, the impressive feat amazing you each and every time, and slides it off your arms while you can only comply, already way too gone to do anything but. 

He cradles your breast with one hand, the other steadily holding your waist, and latches his mouth onto your right nipple, scraping it with his teeth ardently, like a man on a mission. 

And truthfully, mission accomplished. You find yourself a shuddering mess under his ministrations, gripping a fistful of his hair to try and ground yourself a bit. It’s no use, not when he’s so hungrily devouring you like a five course meal. 

Then he proceeds to your left nub, giving it the same treatment as the other one, the man never did like favoritism. 

You involuntarily tug on his hair, which forces an absolutely filthy hiss past his lips, the sound like music to your ears.

He lifts his head up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging so harshly that your head throws back due to the sheer force of his pull. You meet his dark pools who lustfully bore into your own, promises of filth swimming through their obsidian orbs. 

He forcefully grabs your chin, making you gasp as he does, and takes advantage of the moment, placing the tip of his thumb through your parted lips, your eyes widen in sheer surprise at the intrusion. 

He lets out a low chuckle. “You’re so beautiful like this baby.” He dips his thumb further into your mouth and moves closer, his breath now hitting your ear.

He looks downright dangerous, a dominating glint in his eyes and you can only nod, too aroused to get any coherent words out.

“You’ll be good for me yeah? You’re gonna take what I give you mmh?” He tightens his grip on your chin, making you wince in blissful pain.

“Gonna wreck you so bad and you’ll take it all like a good girl, yeah? Can you do that for me baby?” He all but groans into your ear, setting another spark of shiver through your spine.

You nod weakly as you lick at his thumb.

He takes his finger out and softly pats your cheek.

“Answer me baby,” He gently demands, caressing your hip in soothing circular motions.

“Yes, please I-” You unashamedly beg, that’s all you can do now, completely under his spell.

“Shhh,” He soothes, softly caressing your cheek with his hand.

He slowly backs up, peering into your eyes with such an adoring expression that it tugs viciously at your heartstrings, overwhelming you with emotions.

You drape your arms around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss that has you seeing fireworks. A kiss that feels like the first time, though there’s been thousands of these instances by now. 

His tongue and yours move in unison as he lavishes you in soft and languid strokes, each of them like a confession of pure and unconditional love. And you lap it up greedily, just as he does.

You barely notice when he lays you on top of the bed, being careful not to drop you too suddenly. He doesn’t break the scorching touch of his swollen lips on yours, not even for a second.

And when he does so, it’s only to trail down with featherlight kisses all the way down to your undergarments, spreading your legs wider and using his teeth to tug them off, leaving you completely bare for his eyes, and his eyes only.

He trails back all the way up to your inner thighs, showering your legs with a myriad of kisses as you can barely think anymore past the fog, shaking furiously under his ministrations. But his soothing caresses lets you know you’re safe and secure, always.

You arch your back as soon as the heat of his mouth brushes where you had been wanting him the most, the touch fueling a fire so bright, deep within your guts, that you think it could burn a whole city to the ground. 

He sucks and leaves tantalizing licks onto your sweet spot, looking straight into your eyes as he does so, hair sticking onto his forehead as sweat trickles down his face, the sight absolutely unholy and you’d willingly go to hell if it meant you’d get to see it over and over again.

You don’t need to tell him anything because he knows exactly what to do, your whimpery moans clearly indicating you’re in absolute sinful bliss, which only spurs him further on. 

“God I missed that sweet cunt, could have it for breakfast everyday,” He rumbles against you, his words sending your mind into a frenzy and the vibrations making you cry out a strangled sob.

You feel your gut tightening, indicating with certainty that your high is fastly approaching, you whimper in pure ecstasy, the sweet pain of it all too much to keep it at bay. 

And that’s exactly when Seokjin decides to leave one last stroke of his tongue on your core and come back up at eye level with you.

“Jin,” You sob out in frustration, the pain of your orgasm being denied making you close your eyes in blissful agony.

“Look at me baby,” He commands, gripping the side of your face forcefully. Your eyes snap open, and you feel tremors all throughout your body at the absolutely arousing look of pure need in his eyes.

A tear escapes your eyes, the tension between the both of you becoming unbearable. You need something, anything, now. 

“Good,” He smirks.

“Baby please, do something,” You plead, the high pitched sound so foreign to you that you don't even recognize your voice.

His smirk grows wider and you notice how his pupils are utterly blown, you almost purr at the sight.

“Yeah?” He teases cockily, making you lose your damn mind in the process.

“Please, please,” You cry, squeezing your eyes shut. He sharply throws his head back.

“God you’re amazing,” He lowly groans, sliding his hand to your neck and squeezing it tightly.

You feel his other hand spreading your thighs further apart and you open your eyes, focused on his movements, taking short, ragged, shallow breaths as anticipation builds at the base of your stomach.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, groaning as you swirl your tongue and suck around the digits, leaving them coated in saliva. He then brings that same hand to his length, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing slightly as he tries to breach it.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He hisses, the muscles of his neck straining.

And it’s always slow at first, because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s so fucking big that it takes time for your walls to accommodate to his size, it hurts and burns so good that your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a guttural moan.

When he bottoms out, hips flushed straight against your own, there’s not an ounce of control left to be found in your whole body, you hand it all out to him as a soft shaky plea leaves your parted lips. 

“Please,” 

“Just- fuck just give me a second okay,” He heaves out through gritted teeth, dragging his hand down to your stomach, where a noticeable bulge is protruding. 

And that, might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

When he starts moving, it’s only to quickly pick up an unrelenting pace spurring a myriad of curses and whimpers out of your wrecked throat. You circle your legs around his waist to gain a sense of stability amid the storm of sensations raging inside your whole body.

“Open your eyes,” He rasps, bringing his hand back to your throat and squeezing incredibly hard, cutting off your air supply as he does. 

You peer into his dark blown gaze and almost fall over the edge right on the spot. 

“Good girl. Now open up for me” He praises as he slams into you in quick sharp rolls of his hips.

And you obey immediately, head spinning from the lack of air getting into your lungs, the burn only making you that much more aroused. 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips before he spits into your wide open mouth, your gut tightening instantly at his actions. He lets go of your throat as you swallow, almost choking as air gets into your airways, your head spinning in pure pleasure at the sensation.

He rams into you in record strength, forcibly gripping your breast in both his hands before bringing one of them down to your bundle of nerves, drawing circles on it in quick, soft blissful motions. 

A series of quick sharp whines leave your lips as you jerk in place, your knees buckling, your high fast approaching. 

“Seokjin!” You strangle out as you feel the familiar warmth enveloping you, your back arching beautifully for the man driving you over the edge of a free falling cliff.

“Let go for me baby,” He keens into your ear, quickly dragging his length against your walls in unbridled passion.

Your orgasm crashes onto you in waves, the first wave being the most powerful you’ve ever experienced. You convulse uncontrollably around him, squeezing his arm as tightly as you can as you let your high wash over you in blinding pleasure.

You slowly come back down, feeling absolutely lax in your lover’s arms. He soothingly caresses your face, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear to help you descend from the heights of pleasure you’ve just experienced. 

He’s still rolling his hips into you, in long languid motions, coaxing out your orgasm to the last shred of it. You bring your hand up to his neck, crashing your lips onto his in a dazzling kiss that has you seeing stars against your shut eyelids.

You both kiss for a while, totally enraptured by each other as Seokjin continues his ministrations, making you mewl with each slap of his hips against your tender flesh.

You separate for air, forehead pressed together as your body shakes from the sheer force of his thrusts. 

“You ready baby? Do you want me to stop? ” He asks in a soothing tone, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

You shake your head no and smile at him, already feeling your gut tightening again as his words register. 

“Alright,” He whispers against your lips before gently pecking them, the gesture so loving your heart swells in your chest.

Then he picks up his pace, slapping into you without mercy as wildfire burns inside you once again.

You cry tears of beautiful agony, your sobs coming out strained and pitiful. And he kisses you fervently, swallowing each and every one of them as his hips stutter against you, a telltale sign that his orgasm is so close you can almost grasp it.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum baby,” He moans out, making you involuntarily tug the hair at the back of his head which earns you a sharp hiss.

He grabs your chin into his hand and brings his other one to your sensitive clit once again, swiping it in slow, drawn out motions with his thumb. You sob so hard you think you won’t be able to talk after this, your throat completely wrecked by it all.

You close your eyes as you feel another high building up in your stomach, brought on by harsh fast drags of his length against your bruised walls and unrelenting circular motions against your sweet spot. 

“Jin I’m close, baby-“ You choke out, throat so raw the sound of your voice ends up croaky and uneven. 

“Look at me,” He simply grunts, slapping into you even faster than before.

You snap your eyes open and you’re completely blindsided by your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, the look of pure love in his half-shut eyes making you come undone at the sight. 

You feel him stutter and release into you in warm spurts as he gives one last thrust, stilling against your hips in the process. You clench around him, milking out his orgasm as you do so.

Seokjin collapses onto you and it takes a few minutes for you both to come down from your highs, too fucked out to even speak.

“Babe please get off, I can’t breathe,” You playfully slap his shoulder.

“Are you saying I’m heavy,” He whines out, like a whole ass baby. Like he didn’t just fuck your brains out or something.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” You softly chuckle.

He groans but ultimately slides off of you, settling next to you. “That’s mean.”

“What’s mean is cutting off my air supply, you big baby,” You fondly say, stroking his hair as you do so.

He looks at you with wide googly eyes and reddened pouty lips before laying his head on your chest. 

“You didn’t seem to mind earlier,” He smirks, slapping your thigh in a playful manner.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the shy blush that creeps up your neck. “Stop it,” You giggle out.

You both talk for a while, chuckling at anything and everything that falls out of your mouths, completely blissed out and enamored with each other.

You both slowly feel sleepiness wash over you, excited by the promise of a goodnight’s sleep and a new day. 

Another day to fall even more in love with each other, another day to appreciate and annoy the other at the best of your capabilities. 

Seokjin is comfortably snuggled against you, head against your heartbeat, the rhythmic sound slowly lulling him to sleep. And you feel so much affection in your tiny heart, so much so that you feel it could burst out at any moment.

You lay a lingering kiss on his fluffy head of hair, which prompts a contented sigh out of him.

“I love you,” You whisper against him.

He hums quietly, which makes you giggle.

“I love you too,” He slurs out, on the brink of unconsciousness.

And you fall asleep like that, snuggled in each other’s embrace, ready for a new day to come.

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[n30draws]

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My Fizzarozzie brainrot forced my hand and I ended up writing a little fic about them... It’s basically pwp with a lot of feelings and fluff (despite what the silly title might make you think LMAO). It was supposed to be a oneshot, but I couldn’t help adding a small, extra soft bonus chapter,,,,,

#Fanfiction #fanfic #helluva boss #helluva fanfiction #fizzarozzie #fizz x ozzie #fizzmodeus #I'm definitely not the best author but I quite like how this little fic came out #I haven't been in any fandoms for years and have only been writing oc stuff #but the helluva brainrot is so real #this is actually the second fic I've published #both are Fizzarozzie of course lmao #you can find it on my profile but that one's just pure self-indulgent pwp— #anyway I hope you enjoy my silly little fic<3 #let me know if you do<3

[helaelaemond]

To Take Pleasure

Pairing: Osferth x female reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: You share a lazy and passionate morning with Osferth. Oneshot pwp, established relationship.

Content warning(s): light edging, mild elements of very soft dom!Osferth, mentions of faith

Rating: E

Requests open

tagging: @sylas-the-grim / @myfandomprompts / @arcielee

small note: thank you so much for the encouragement and kind words on my last Osferth piece, it honestly means the world to me, thank you so so so so much. I read every tag and comment multiple times giggling and kicking my feet!

The morning is quiet. It is raining outside and the noise of it is comforting. It feels like home. Inside the bed chamber, only two creatures move. In the small bedroom, atop the warm bed, Oseferth winds his hand into your hair.

You lay under him and your whole body moves with the rhythm of your coupling. One leg is pulled up at your side on the firm mattress, allowing him to fill you from behind. He lays atop you, his back arched, and thrusts into you at a steady pace. Osferth gently pulls on your hair, and you lift your head up with a quiet moan.

“Oh, my lady,” he whispers against your ear. “Yes, just like that.”

You sigh and grind your hips against the bed in time with his movements. “Touch me,” you breathe.

“Aren’t I touching you enough?” he asks with a smile, and to illustrate his point, he lets go of your hair and runs a flat palm down your side.

Laughter catches in your throat and turns into another sigh of delight when he presses his hand under your chest and teases your nipple between his fingers. “Not there.”

His lips are still at your ear. “Tell me where, my lady. I’d like to hear you say it.”

When Osferth slows his movements to an intolerably slow pace, you swear quietly. “You know where I want you.” You drop your weight onto the bed and turn your head to the side, but it isn’t enough to see him. Your breathing begins to calm in this moment of respite.

“I do.” Osferth pulls out of you carefully and rests his cock on the crease of your backside. He is slick from you, and he moves against you. It makes his eyes roll back. “But I want this to last longer. You’re too close for that.”

You bite your lip. You prop yourself up on your forearms, and you raise your hips in an invitation. Osferth rises to his knees behind you and slips himself along your cunt. You both make noises of approval when his tip glides over your clit. Reaching between your legs, you press him between your folds and run his tip in circles where you want him. The tension in your lower stomach grows, and there are noises in the back of your throat with every breath.

“Easy, love,” Osferth soothes with a smile. Your pleasure is enough to have him crashing, but he means what he said. He wants it to last longer.

You let him go with a sigh.

“Are you ready?” he asks as he guides himself back to your entrance. He presses gently.

You whimper and nod, and you reach back a hand to find him. He weaves your fingers together and slides back inside you. “Oh God,” Osferth swears. The delight of it forces his eyes shut. “You feel so wonderful, my love. Oh, yes, you’re so good.”

You push yourself up, so you're both kneeling, his chest at your back, and you wind the hand you hold around you until his arm embraces you tightly. “Please don’t stop again,” you beg between gasping moans. “I’ll die!”

He chuckles, and the noise is broken by his own moans. “Then I won’t. Oh, love.”

With one hand still in yours, Osferth runs the other up to your neck, and he carefully grasps it, and he turns your head until he can kiss you. You part your lips eagerly, and you swallow his noises of delight and run your tongue over his as you fuck.

“Touch me,” you beg after a while. The only noises that sing above the rain outside are that of your coupling that has become more desperate. “Please, Osferth! I’m so close.”

He slams into you once, twice more, and suddenly pulls out from you with a groan. You fall forward onto the bed with a shout of frustration, and Osferth flips you onto your back before you can find release with your own hand. He drags you until your legs hang off the side of the bed, and then he is on his knees in front of you and his tongue is trailing up the inside of your thigh. “Don’t misbehave,” he tells you with a chuckle.

The frustration of your denied orgasm has your muscles tensing and releasing, and tears prick your eyes. But you like this game. You ask for it. You fling your arm over your eyes and nod, thighs twitching.

Osferth kisses up to your hip and then back down to your cunt, where he tastes the salt that has pooled to welcome him. He glances up at you and raises his head as he smiles. “My good lady.”

"My good Osferth." Your reply is strained, but it makes your heart leap to see how brightly it makes him smile. You run your fingers through his hair, and when you gently press the back of his head, he follows where you lead. His soft lips press between your legs and you sigh.

It makes your toes curl as he licks a long line from your clit down to your entrance; he uses the flat of his tongue to apply pressure, before ghosting the tip against you again and again. You hear his quiet gasp of need, and it's followed by the sensation of his tongue pressing inside you. He keeps his lips over his teeth as his tongue sinks deeper, and surely he can feel your heartbeat against his chin. On his tongue, you feel yourself getting fucked. He tilts his sharp jaw up, and you grind down to meet him, and there, yes, there, his pretty nose catches your clit.

"Fuck!" The word escapes you before you can stop it. Osferth is not one to use profane language. But he does not seem to be one to take a woman on his tongue, yet here he is.

Your legs press against his ears, and you manage to look down to see how proudly he wears your thighs as his crown. A bastard son of a king, looking so pretty, anointed by your cunt on his lips. His tongue is firmer now, and he presses it over your slit and to your clit. It makes your back arch. It makes your head thrash from side to side. He's good, he's so good to you, it makes you feel holy-

"You're perfect," you whine between gasps and moans. "Look at me!"

Without needing to ask twice, his eyes open and burn into you. He beholds you as he devours you, eyes round and blue, worshipful. Your brow furrows as pleasure mounts and mounts, and your mouth opens in laughter and delight. "Don't stop!"

Suddenly he's sucking around you and humming lowly, and it's almost enough to push you over the edge.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't-!"

And he does. Just as he brings you to the brink, he pulls off you with a pop, his mouth wet and cheeks and chin glistening. It makes you twist and turn in frustration, and your eyes stream in frustration.

"Fuck you!"

He chuckles lowly and lies on top of you, his whole weight pressing you into the little bed. "This is what you asked for," he reminds you. Your legs are clamped shut under him, and so you can feel his hard cock, hot and throbbing, trapped between his stomach and yours.

You look up at him with watering eyes and defiance. But his expression is so soft and sweet, so delighted, that it soothes you. After a moment, you return his smile, although you can't stop yourself from whining slightly with every breath. "I did. You're right. But please... I need you."

"You have me, my lady."

In this brief pause, tenderness mingles with absolute desire, and you can see the deep affection he holds for you. You kiss him, and he welcomes your hungry tongue into his mouth with a strong hand on your cheek. There is a warm wetness against your stomach. He's so wound up for you, he's leaking and desperate. But he has more composure than you - he always does.

"Finish me," you beg against his lips. "Finish us."

Your words make him groan. He runs his hand from your cheek and down your side, squeezing your waist. "Onto your side, my lady."

He lifts himself up from the bed and watches you do as he asks, and then he settles behind you. Your back presses against his chest, and your head drops to the side when he kisses your neck adoringly. With a sure touch, he hooks his hand under the back of your knee, and he lifts it to give him the room to slide back inside of you.

"Ah, my lady." He moans against your ear as he finds himself home in you again. You like it when he moans. You told him this once, and it took him a while to get used to. It took practice. But now, although it's quiet, he gives you those noises. His mouth is against your ear, and his sighs and grunts and moans fill your senses. Between your legs, his cock fills you, too.

He winds his arm further around your leg to keep it lifted as his fingers touch your cunt again. They ghost over where your bodies join, and they catch your wetness and rub firm circles over your clit.

"Yes," you whine. "There."

The bed creaks under you as his pace quickens. The noises of his skin slapping against yours are obscene, and the groans of your name from Osferth mingle with them. He groans your name again and again like a prayer, like it's sacred. To him, perhaps it is. To him, you are sacred.

You fling your hand back to press against his slender hip as together, you climb higher and higher, and he reaches his peak first. He presses his cheek against yours where you lay, and the gesture itself feels as intimate as anything else you have shared. His whole body tightens closer to yours as his hips stutter and his eyes roll back and he pulls out just in time. Against your backside he grinds, and you feel his seed shoot hot up your back. His fingers still work you hard and fast, and as he comes down from his peak, you reach yours.

Your whole body jerks as you finally find your orgasm. Your legs clamp shut around his hand but he doesn't release you - his fingers dig into you and massage you until you whimper and squirm, until finally all the tension is released. His hand remains there, but it stops moving. As your cunt twitches in aftershocks, he holds it firm, keeping you stable, keeping you comfortable.

"Oh, Osferth," you pant. He sighs your name in reply. When your body begins to cool, and you return to yourself a little more, you roll onto your stomach and pull his pillow under your head. Your eyes close in bliss.

He gets up from the bed but returns before you have much of a chance to miss him. You feel him wipe a damp cloth over your back. It makes goosebumps appear on your skin. He always looks after you so well. "Thank you."

A few more moments pass, and then the mattress sinks next to you, and you feel him lie next to you. A gentle touch traces up your spine. He begins drawing shapes on your skin with a single finger. Eyes still closed, you smile. A kiss is pressed against your shoulder. Then, to your neck, and your cheek. Finally, Osferth leaves a tender kiss on your lips.

"You are very dear to me," he murmurs.

Your eyes open slowly, and you meet his blue gaze. "You're very dear to me, too."

He whispers your name, and kisses you gently again. "I didn't know..."

"What, Osferth?"

He mulls his words over before speaking them. He runs his knuckles along your cheek tenderly. "I didn't know that pleasure could feel like this."

"Like what?" you ask, smiling slightly.

"Like holiness."

You glance at his lips. How pretty they look when he whispers, and how pretty they look now as he licks them, waiting nervously for your answer. You can't stop yourself from kissing them before replying. "You make me feel holy, Osferth."

"As you do me." He murmurs your name, and strokes your hair. "I don't want to leave this room. I want to stay with you today."

"Then stay." Your voice is quiet, as sleep is calling you. "Don't leave me. Please don't ever leave me."

He smiles and kisses your cheek. "I'll do my best, my lady. I'll do my best to always be yours."

#osferth x reader #osferth x ofc #osferth x female reader #osferth x y/n #osferth x you #osferth x oc #ewan mitchell #tlk fanfic #mine #writing fics with mentions of christianity its more common than u might think!!!!!!!! #im a good english girl and we dont have religious guilt we have religious eroticism #if youre not feeling a weird sense of holiness when shagging are you even doing it right #good sex is just the creation of delight and honestly? whats holier than that!!!!!!!!! #mine pwp

[neolipstick]

I will make love to you - LEE KNOW | LEE MINHO

wc: 1.2k - fem!reader

summary: Minho and you are tired from work, but nevertheless, he takes the time to cook for you and put you in his lap.

ps: this is my first attempt, be gentle, ok? English is not my native language either, but I wanted to try anyway. Pardon the mistakes ❤

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It is not news to you that Minho is a good cook on his days off from Stray Kids and all his rehearsals and training. Personally, he finds it quite therapeutic and calming to put his hands to work without any worry.

You, more than anyone else are absolutely and passionately aware of this. When you see him with his back to the kitchen counter in his apartment, his back outlined under a navy blue T-shirt relatively clinging to his body and sweatpants that fit nicely on his thighs, you can only think that it is as therapeutic for you as it is for him.

It was relaxing to see him quiet, hands carefully working on a pot on the stove while whispering a word here and a word there in a slightly uncertain, sloppy English. If you could say, the comfortableness of that sight is absolutely too instigating to contain the soft snort that slowly grows in the mouth of your stomach when you find him there after work.

You've had a shower by then, but you can't deny as you washed your hair all you could think about was the encounter you had with Minho in your kitchen as soon as you opened the door to your apartment. You were exhausted, honestly, and you could see that he was too. You hadn't even planned to meet today after so much work, but, even with soft circles under his eyes and slightly hunched shoulders, Minho had bothered to find the spare keys you gave him in case of an emergency. 

And now he was there, completely focused on taking care of his guiozas while you walked to him in silent steps wearing nothing more than just a T-shirt you stole from his backpack as soon as you came out of the bathroom. And you moan, tired and deliberately in love as soon as you reach behind his back in a rather needy bear hug.

"I love guioza," he whispers meekly, eyes sharp and downcast to your pot before feeling you agree by rubbing your cheek against his back. "It's been a while since I got here, so I was able to cook a little today. Are you hungry?" 

You coo softly, letting go just enough to have him turn toward you and place his hands on your cheeks as he gives you a small, sweet smile. Nodding positively, you subtly hold the sides of Minho's shirt before having him gently rub your face. After kissing your nose, he lets out a low, nasalized laugh at you.

"Let's eat, shall we?" he murmurs under a smile, bringing you to the table with one hand on your lower back and the other on the guioza he didn't bother to take out of the pan. Guiding her to sit on his lap, with one arm over Minho's shoulders as he holds onto your waist, he still says, "That t-shirt...I think I know it from somewhere huh?"

You let out a chuckle while you accept the first guioza directed to your mouth and take a bite before Minho eats the other half. The taste is delicious and you feel it warm your stomach in a delicious way. You still moan softly to Minho and nod positively while whispering a low thank you.

Although he is absolutely in love with you, Minho is not usually this sweet, or at least not this easily. Deep down, you find that this is what starts to make you soften in his arms, your heart slowly melting while you chew and feel him rub against your waist without you needing to actually ask him to be sweet and soft with you. 

That feeling goes through your stomach at some point and settles there, gently consuming you inside while you just want to keep sinking into his embrace and being fed. Minho doesn't fail to notice, of course, because he has very sharp eyes, but there is no objection to continuing to care for you. So he just keeps feeding you in his mouth while rubbing your skin under his own shirt.

When the dumplings are finally finished and Minho can surround your body with his arms, he wastes no time in dragging his lips softly over your shoulder while his voice, low and meek, slips out of his mouth like honey: "You look delicious in my T-shirt... Like this, all soft and, oh fuck..." he inhales into your neck, poking the hair away with the tip of his nose. "I want to fuck you with the adoration you deserve today because, of all the other days, today you look like only the most adorable, meek thing on the planet. "

You moan as you hear him, your hands slipping to grip his forearms as he slides his warm palms over your exposed thighs and gently squeezes the flesh of them. He is still breathing on your neck, warm and deep, and as he leans his head against your shoulder and subtly adjusts his position, you can feel him against your ass with the drag. Biting your lip, you inhale profusely, a gentle twist sliding into your lower belly while Minho just squeezes your legs.

You silently agree, nod your head positively, and hope that Minho understands that the gentle drag of his nails against your thighs is making your stomach flutter and a little moisture begin to build up in your panties. But he only lets out a low, weak chuckle, one that slides into your ears and becomes a soft tremor over your skin as you try to ground yourself in his embrace.

"Baby... you know you need to ask me, right?" That's what he whispers, his voice on a string, still a bit amused and teasing because it's his essence. You keep nodding positively, squirming with a heavy breath when Minho slips his thumb to hook it around the side edge of your panties as a good place to stay. "Come on, you just need to tell me that you want me to fuck you good tonight, that you want me to use my mouth to get everything I can out of you. It's not that hard..." Minho's tone seems weaker at the end of the sentence, almost sullen, and you think that if you were face to face with him, you might see a soft pout forming on his lips.

The words die in your mouth, anyway, because it is always difficult for you to verbalize, and because eventually Minho's thumb pinches the skin of your hip and moves. Releasing the air in a sharp hiss, you moan a little louder as Minho's palm slowly slips under your panties and onto your moist, sensitive pussy.

He doesn't move a muscle from there, immensely content to just breathe deeply against your neck and feel his chest moving against you. Anxious and horny, you just want him to get it over with, but you know that if you continue with your lips crisp, Minho will not move an inch closer to your orgasm even though he is absolutely hard under your ass.

When he threatens to slip out of your panties, a few breaths for stability later, you let out a whiny, hurried mumble as you say "Please... just, fuck me."

Minho laughs a low, soft chuckle against your ear, lets a warm, lingering kiss under your ear before rubbing a single, light time against the wetness of your pussy and saying, "I'm good tonight, and because you asked me like a good girl, I'll make love to you tonight, baby."

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