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selfish ways | pro-hero! k. bakugo

synopsis: Katsuki is a very good husband, and has grown out of his anger the way you’ve seen him as a teenager, now being in his late twenties he’s a bit more relaxed until it comes to you, his wife.

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tags: 18+ ONLY content + minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + canonverse + repost + you're a waitress + y'all are married + daddy being used + you're tipsy but no dubcon or anything + jealousy sex rough sex + spitting + slight dom/sub dynamics + possessive! Katsuki + mentions of pregnancy + spanking + dirty talk + finger sucking + creampie + panty sniffing + cum play + mentions of a lactation kink + gagging + multiple positions + mirror sex + car sex + breeding + begging + angry sex + hair pulling + oral + fingering + a dirty talk + public sex on a car + spanking + hard degradation + any missing tag lmk!

There’s something about seeing other men talk to you, their fingers barely ghosting the bare flesh of your arm as they talk to you, a smile so sweet that could rot teeth pulled your lips back when you laughed reminding him of honey that escaped from your lips that drove Katsuki up the wall, he hates the people you have to deal with at your job.

Your laugh was meant for him and not the jackasses who kept asking you questions that didn’t pertain to the glossy menu in your hand and deep down he knows that you only entertain them for more tips, not because you’re unfaithful or anything of the sort.

“Did we come for lunch or to stalk your wife?” Sero asked raising his cup to his lips and looked at his friend wondering why they would spend their day off at the place you work.

Katsuki’s eyebrow raised a second ready for a quick remark before looking back at you bend over to grab a napkin showing the swell of your breasts thanks to the low-cut shirt you had to wear.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked the four men in the booth with your signature smile.

“How about your number?” One asked smiling not knowing who you were married to, not that he didn’t want to show you off but it was more to keep you safe from the villains and crazy fans that go buck wild, plus the media loves to twist little things and make a mountain of a mole hill.

“Oh, well, see I don’t think my husband would like that very much.” You replied letting your smile drop as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Too bad.” You ignored that comment and gathered the rest of their plates taking them to the back for the dishwasher bumping into Mio.

“Booth seven is full of catcallers so be careful they’ve asked me for my number.”

“And your husband didn’t tear his head off?” Your friend and coworker Hinata asked fluffing her ponytail and looking at you with a small smirk knowing how protective Katsuki is of you.

“Lucky for them Katsuki didn’t hear him.” You replied leaving the dishes in the sink leaving with a small wave, with a little sway in your hips you approached Katsuki’s table with a smile, he caught your stare and smiled.

“Hi, baby.” Katsuki groaned when you ran your fingers through his hair before pulling back knowing you’d end up in his lap, after the first initial year of dating it took him a while to get used to PDA, even now at twenty-six he didn’t pull you into full-on makeout sessions, just subtle touches and cuddling.

“How are you doing?” Denki asked handing you his menu already knowing what he was getting, since you and Katsuki met in elementary school you’d known him and his friends for a long time and you’d worked here long enough that he and the rest of the guys could recite the menu while sleeping.

“Same old same, work is busy as usual but the three of you always make it better.” You replied taking the glossy papers from them and winking at your husband.

With the menus tucked under your arm, you pinched Katsuki’s and Sero’s cheeks. “I know what you guys want so I will be back with that here soon.”

Katsuki watched you like a hawk especially when you went to talk to the men a few booths away from him, they kept making you laugh about something and talked to you about something that piqued your attention enough for you to stay at their table longer than usual, when you walked past him he grabbed your wrist stopping you dead in your tracks.

“Are you okay?” He asked running his calloused thumb over your knuckles, your heart softened seeing the look in his eyes noting how tired you were.

“I’m better now.” You replied using your free hand to run your fingers through his hair which was now cut and shaved into a fade almost with his blonde hair sticking up wildly still.

“Is there anything else you men need?” You asked looking at them.

“If you’re not on the menu I don’t want it,” Denki replied with a shit-eating grin looking up at you earning a kick to the shin from your husband.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Katsuki growled making Denki and Sero snicker, you shook your head and bent down showing him your cleavage.

“Let them say what they want baby, they don’t get to sleep next to me every night and I don’t have their last name.” You told him.

Katsuki grunted. “And they don’t-” You slapped your hand over his mouth making all of them laugh. “Okay, I’m out of here.”

Katsuki grabbed his plate out of your hand snagging your hand and kissing the back of it. “Can you take a break?”

“No, we’re short today and I can’t get one.”

He let go of your hand with another kiss and watched as you walked away to tend to the other tables, his eyes never left your moving figure as you weaved in and out of people, sweat shone on your forehead, and at certain times he’d see you bite your bottom lip that sent all his blood to his dick because it reminded him of when you’re under him or on top.

You could feel the weight of his stare so you afforded yourself a moment to glance at your husband who smiled at you, a smile you’ve seen before he had you on the bed and naked, you winked at him before placing the plate down wishing you were off work already when you passed Katsuki he ghosted his fingers over your arm but you ignored him to rile him up which he picked up on.

You passed him and walked to booth seven with the catcallers. “Hey cutie, are you doing anything after work?” The brunette man who sat on the end asked, his hand inching slowly out towards your wrist which you slowly pulled away with a smile.

“I do have plans, thank you for asking. How are we doing the check? Split evenly or?” Your eyes scanned the men picking up the tension because you knew the next question that was next to come.

“Or we could pay you another way.”

You gritted your teeth and forced a smile glancing at Sero who picked up your tension so he alerted Katsuki who stood from the booth and walked over to you with a stoic look on his handsome face, his lips twisted in a scowl when he came closer grabbing your elbow. “I think that you should pay her money and not offer anything else or you can get blown to hell you assholes,” Katsuki warned looking at each of them individually.

“And who are you? Her boss?” The black-haired man piped up leaning across the table to get a better look at your husband, you could see clear on his face he knew who Katsuki was, everyone knew who he was.

“No, I’m her husband you fuck.” He replied stepping closer to the table.

At this point, all you wanted was the floor to open up and swallow you whole. “Let it go, Kats, okay? I’m just going to go grab Eijiro and let him deal with him.” You tried to pull him away but he stood there still until you yanked his arm back again.

“Kats.” You begged knowing he would start a scene even dressed in his Hero uniform and since it’s Eijiro’s restaurant you wouldn’t get fired or anything but the last thing you wanted to do was clean Katsuki’s bloody lip again, he finally softened and let you pull him away and towards Eijiro’s office where he sat talking to his daughter Haruka who squealed for you.

After a serious accident that made him retire earlier than he wanted, Ei opened up a restaurant for his late wife who enjoyed cooking and their daughter looked just like her and since he was your best friend as well you got a job to help out and never left, how could you?

You and Katsuki ended up being Haruka’s Godparents so the two-year-old was obsessed with you, it was clear with how she waddled over to you and ended up in your arms as usual.

“Everything okay?” He asked raising an eyebrow when he saw you and Katsuki standing there in his doorway.

“These assholes-”

“Katsuki!” You scolded glancing down at Haruka who snuggled in your arms and babbled your name while playing with your tag.

“Sorry, but these not-so-nice people were trying to pay her with something other than money.”

With a nod of his head, Eijiro stood up and kissed Haruka on her head before leaving. “Uncle Kats!” She cried reaching out for him, once she was settled in his arms she rested her redhead on his chest with a content sigh, seeing him holding her like that made your womb clench with the sudden want of a baby, something you or Katsuki have talked about before but now you were definitely wanting to have a baby with him, he caught your smile.

“What?” He asked raising a blonde eyebrow.

“You look good holding a baby.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders while stuffing your hands in the pockets of your apron.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow absentmindedly patting her back gently rocking her back and forth but Eijiro walked back in with a scowl watching Haruka claw her way out of Katsuki’s arms to get back to her dad.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that but you’ll be getting a good tip, and with that, you can clock out.” He said holding his daughter in his arms.

“For real? Thank you!”

It didn’t take long for you to untie your apron and throw it in your locker before joining the two men and Haruka.

“Bye!” You waved at Eijiro and blew a kiss to Haruka who giggled and waved.

“Are you ready? I’m sorry that asshole ruined your shift sweetie.” Katsuki asked wrapping his arm around your waist and walking with you to his car.

“Don’t be sorry baby, thank you for protecting me. I don’t know where I would be without my husband.” You wrapped both of your arms around his waist and leaned against his chest.

“Your husband, hearing that makes me crazy.”

He opened the door for you and got in the driver’s side, his hand instantly landing on your thigh with a gentle squeeze, you hummed along to the song on the radio pulling your phone out, “Since we ditched Denki and Sero and I’m pretty sure Eijiro could use a night out what do you think about us hitting up a bar or something?”

Katsuki glanced at you quickly before turning down the street to your shared home. “If you want babe, when we get home I’ll give them a call.”

As soon as Katsuki called his friends they were quick to agree but Eijiro needed more convincing because he wasn’t sure about leaving Haruka with a babysitter so Sero convinced him that he needed this more than everyone. “Are we carpooling?” You asked poking your head in the bedroom to see Katsuki sitting on the edge watching TV.

“I think Eijiro is picking us up, he’s not going to drink tonight and I know how you get when you drink. I’m going to need all of them to help you up from the floor.” He teased leaning back a little to look at you.

You faked hurt and placed your hand over your heart with an open mouth. “And should we talk about how you get you’re drunk?” You asked walking in to lower yourself on his lap letting Katsuki cup your ass nuzzling his face between your breasts.

“I can’t wait to see them full of milk.” He murmured so quietly kissing the bare flesh, the image of you round with his child was now planted in his brain after seeing you hold Haruka, he wondered would your baby look like him or you more and who the little one would take after the most.

It felt natural and it was something you both truly wanted, you’ve both been married for the last six years and spent most of your lives together. You were his first for everything and vice versa, and now he wants you pregnant.

Katsuki looked up at you, vermillion eyes darkened with desire and lust thinking about it. “Milk? Do you want a baby, my baby?” You asked in a soft tone running your fingers through his hair.

“What? Yeah, of course. What are you wearing tonight?” He asked changing the subject and letting you caress his hair, with his face buried between your tits still.

“I was thinking of that dress I bought last year for my birthday, what do you think about that?”

“I think you look beautiful in any just as well as you look beautiful in nothing.”

You giggled and let him pull your shorts down along with your panties which he grabbed feeling the damp crotch, you watched him lift the material to his nose and inhale loudly.

“Come here.” Holding your back he flopped back so you were on top straddling his lap.

“I thought you said we had to get ready?” You whispered dancing your fingers up his broad bare chest raking your manicured nails lightly over the flesh hearing him draw a deep breath between his teeth.

“I know but how can I think of anything else when my naked wife is sitting on me like this.” His hands went up to cup your breasts squeezing them.

“What did you say about my tits filling with milk?”

Katsuki’s cheeks flushed a deep pink suddenly as he looked away. “Don’t be shy Kats, tell me, baby. You’re not the type to shy away honey.” You cooed gently grabbing his chin and moving his head so he could stare at you.

“Seeing you with Haruka made me think about us, what if we started a family?”

You bent down and kissed Katsuki deeply and passionately tangling your tongue with his creating a mirror shine of spit on your chins, when you pulled away you cupped both of his cheeks in your hands slightly squishing them together.

“Oh, Kats I would love to start a family with you, you’d make the best daddy.”

“I thought I already am the best daddy?” He teased with a cackle as he slapped your ass with a grin.

You giggled and opened your mouth to say something but Katsuki flipped so you were on your back now with him settling between your open legs.

“Before we do go,” he pulled his phone out sending a quick text before returning to your breasts, “I want to eat you up my sugar.”

A soft whine left your parted lips when Katsuki wrapped his lips around your nipple sucking the erect bud in his warm wet mouth, using his knees he parted your legs wider so he could settle in more, he popped your nipple from his mouth with a loud wet pop. “If I were to feel between your legs would I find you soaked?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his hand was cupping your cunt, thumb brushing against your swollen bud. “Ah, just like I thought.”

Slowly he pressed two fingers against your slick opening before slowly sliding into his last knuckle with a filthy wet squelch, Katsuki loved to tease and make you whine so sweetly when he massaged your g-spot while rubbing your clit still with his thumb.

“I can’t wait until you’re all round and swollen sweetheart, I mean you’re so fuckable already but thinking about that makes me feral almost. Fuck.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head with the image of you heavily pregnant.

The last word of his sentence came out between gritted teeth thinking of you waddling around the house with his baby in your stomach, the idea alone was enough to make him cum.

“Fill me up then baby, I want all of your cum.” You whispered in his ear nibbling on the lobe and earning another deep growl thankful he told Eijiro to give him twenty more minutes and he’s already used half just to finger you, foreplay was a big thing to him, making sure you cum on his tongue to get a taste of you and to prep you for his cock that stretched and split you open.

“You want to be my little cum slut don’t you?” He asked watching your eyes glaze over already.

“Yes, sir, please.” You whined fisting his shirt trying to buck your hips.

“Sir? Maybe that’s what I should just call you from now on, my little cum slut. I want to fill you up so much that it just oozes out but we have to get ready.” He got off the bed and looked down at you, your hand drifting your stomach.

“Ah, come on sweetie. This was your idea, we can’t cancel them. Be a good girl and when we get home I’ll reward you.” He murmured.

Katsuki helped you off the bed letting you walk past him but not before he slapped your ass. “What if I don’t want to be a good girl?” You asked in a pouty voice as you walked to the closet.

“Then you’ll get punished.” He called out watching you sitting on the bed wondering for a moment if a quickie could help his stiff dick, and the thought of your ass jiggling under his palm made him even harder somehow, you loved it when he used a bit of heat to weave together the small trace of pain that blended in with the pleasure.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You shot back before coming out of the closet ready to go with a smile.

After you both were ready Katsuki called Eijiro who pulled into your driveway honking loudly with Sero and Denki who sat in the backseat already tipsy and music blasting from the speakers.

“I picked these two idiots up who pre-gamed at their house,” Eijiro said when Katsuki opened the door for you to slide into the passenger’s side but not before Denki pouted. “Sit with us!” He cried grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the car gently.

“Kaminari! I could’ve hit my head.” You cried landing in his lap with a giggle, your husband’s friends were also yours, and he knew that they would never cross the line but sometimes they sure do love to step on it sometimes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.” He shot back.

Katsuki turned in his seat glaring at Denki. “I suggest you shut the fuck up Kamanari before I blow you to hell and keep your hands off my woman.”

“I feel like I have four children instead of one,” Eijiro murmured looking at the three of you in the backseat once you were settled between Sero and Denki Katsuki wanted to turn around and them to stop messing with you but he knew they meant no harm still knowing that you were with them and not him made him regret not putting you in the front seat, to begin with, but hearing you laugh was enough to make him stop.

As soon as Eijiro put the car in park Katsuki was already out and pulling you from the backseat once Denki got out first making sure to smack him upside the head and kick Sero in the ass sending them off toward the club.

“Go ahead, we’ll catch up.” Katsuki ignored your cry and waved his friends off, once they were out of earshot he pulled you to the back of Eijiro’s car.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you just who you belong to.” He replied like it wasn’t obvious.

“Huh?”

With his hand on your back and shoulder, he turned you around so you were bent over the trunk of the car.

“Katsuki! What-” He stopped you mid-sentence lifting your dress up and revealing your bare ass, large hands cupped the supple flesh squeezing and kneading, he stayed quiet behind you while his fingers trailed between your legs grazing your pussy making your knees buckle.

“Remember that you’re my wife, seeing you like that made me want to kill them” He broke off to sink two fingers inside your cunt, “this messy pussy is mine to fuck and suck and fill with my cum. Right?” He asked knowing the answer.

He brought down his hand slapping your ass leaving a stinging sensation behind before giving you a chance to answer. “Mhm! Kats!” You yelped trying to swat his hands away but he gripped your wrists and pinned your arms behind your back.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes!” You cried lifting your face from the cool metal of the trunk to look at Katsuki who was unzipping his pants and making sure no one was around, the last thing he needs is the media to catch wind of him fucking his wife in public, thankfully the car was in the darkest part of the parking lot.

“Yes, what?”

“Only you can suck and fuck and fill me up with cum, only you baby!” You whined wanting him as bad as he wanted you, the passion and chemistry was off the charts between you two, like iron striking iron there were sparks.

“Good girl.” He praised stroking himself seeing how wet you were under the harsh artificial light from the street lamp, a mewl parted your lips when you felt him spit on your cunt only to rub it in before he ran the tip of his cock between your lips before shallowly thrusting in a few times before bottoming out.

You felt so full when he stilled letting his ti[ kiss your cervix almost as if he was trying to reach your womb, the thickness and length of him never failed to make your head dizzy, especially in a position like this, it was amazing every time, the pain you welcomed because it always swirled in with pleasure that always topped everything else you felt.

His hand snaked up your shirt rubbing small circles in the small of your back. “So tight ‘f me, you’re such a good little cock sleeve aren’t you?” Katsuki grunted gripping your hips and digging his fingers into your skin.

“Yes! Please don’t stop! You feel so good, baby!” You whimpered backing your ass up on him knowing he was watching your ass jiggle.

He glanced down watching him slide in and out of you, the wet sucking of your pussy made his balls tighten up. Picking up the pace Katsuki bent his knees changing the angle. His fingers released your wrists to take purchase on your hips instead of bruising the tender flesh feeling how soft and plump you were under his touch.

“Going to cum so deep inside you-oh fuck- keep squeezing like that sweet girl, going to make sure to bred you as you deserve, always ‘s good for me.”

With a few more thrusts your climax burst open, and your walls spasmed and creamed on Katsuki’s dick leaving a white ring around his shaft moaning his name into the metal of the trunk whimpering his name.

His hips stilled for a moment burying himself further, neither of you could care of the consequences if someone were to see what you two were doing, flesh slapping against flesh, the creaking sounds of the car, or the loud pants from both of you.

“Kats!” You mewled feeling him cum deep in you, his head pressed against your cervix while slowly rocking his hips against you trying to keep it all inside.

“You okay?” He asked when he helped you up and straightened your dress pulling it down before kissing your head and letting you rest against him coming down from your high.

Once you were inside you went to the bathroom to clean up before joining the guys who were already seated with drinks as your husband watched your every single move.

“Thanks, baby.” You sighed sitting next to Katsuki, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, the smell of your perfume and sweat and sex wafted from you along with the fucked outlook in your eyes had him hard again but that would have to wait until later.

“Did you want to dance?” He whispered in your ear watching you look at the crowded dance floor, people gyrating against each other grinding to the music, with colorful lights shot from the ceiling thankfully he was able to spot a place on the floor where no one would recognize him.

“Yes, let’s go.”

“See you later fellas,” Katsuki said before leaving, he winked at his friends and let you drag him to the dance floor where he spun you around to press your back against his chest, both of his hands rested on your waist feeling your ass grind against him.

Snaking your arms around his neck your head fell back on his shoulders losing yourself in the moment, the soft touches of his fingers that trailed up your thigh sent waves of ecstasy through you buzzing all around, the beat of the music only amped the feeling coursing through the both of you.

Everyone melted away leaving just the two of you in a small bubble, turning in his arms you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck pulling him in closer against you, his hands on your lower back while his eyes burned into yours intently.

Your heartbeat roared in your ears pushing away the music that slowly faded away until the only sound you could hear was the slow beat of your heart. All the love you feel for Katsuki poured from your lips that slotted against his in a soft kiss. “I love you, baby.” You whispered.

“I love you too sweetie.”

“Whew!” You giggled sitting back down at the booth next to Denki who handed you yet another shot.

“It’s so hot in here.” You whined fanning yourself leaning against your husband before peeling yourself off his shoulder, his warm body too much for you right now.

“Are you ready to go?” Eijiro asked everyone at the table, and all of them agreed but you weren’t ready to go just yet.

“Actually can I go order a water and dance one more time?” You turned to Katsuki and Eijiro blinking owlishly with a sweet smile making both of them groan, but you knew they couldn’t say no to you, especially your husband.

“One more then I’ll take you home, babysitter just called me to tell me Haruka keeps crying for me.”

“You’re such a good dad, Eijiro! Haruka loves you so much!” You gushed before standing up and kissing Katsuki on his cheek who watched you head to the bar noting the way your dress clung to the curve of your ass.

“You really got lucky,” Denki said looking at the same thing Katsuki was before tearing his gaze away knowing his friend would actually blow him to hell.

“Excuse me! Can I get a glass of water?” You asked the bartender who smiled and nodded his head, you sighed and sat on the barstool exhausted from all the dancing.

“You sure you don’t want to try the house special?” A voice rang out from beside you, turning your head you looked at the man who sat next to you. Swallowing you smiled and looked over at him, tall and kinda lanky but still cute with hair that was mused from him running his fingers through it.

“I think I’ve had enough. Thank you though, but is it good?”

He smiled and turned to face you, his eyes bright and wide, the most beautiful color of purple you’ve ever seen took in your tight dress before settling on the swell of your breast.

“It’s alright, this place was recommended to me. Do you come here often?” He asked in a voice that felt like you were eating smooth chocolate.

“I sure hope that isn’t your pickup line.” You snorted throwing your head back.

“No, I usually recite a poem.”

“Let’s hear it.” You gave him the time only because you felt a little tipsy, but nothing to the point where you couldn’t handle yourself.

“Roses are red, violets are fine, you be the six and I’ll be the nine.”

Your loud laugh caught everyone’s attention. “Sorry!” You told them and turned back to the man next to you who was laughing.

“That’s a good one.”

He quirked an eyebrow before tipping his beer back. “Did it work?”

“Not on me.” You replied grabbing your water from the bartender showing him the rock on your finger and hearing the man mumble a ‘Too bad’

“Is everything okay sweetie?” Katsuki asked placing a hand on the back of your neck leaning into you staring at the man sitting next to you.

“Oh, yes, I got my water.”

Katsuki saw the way the man was staring at you which only made his blood boil, he knows his friends are just playing and teasing, but a stranger? He didn’t like this one bit, his brash nature bubbling to the surface, the part of him Katsuki tried to mellow out but when it came to you he would kill anyone and burn the world down if you asked. “Are you ready to go?”

“Give me a second.” You drank your water before putting it down and waved at the man before walking away with Katsuki who kept asking you who that was hearing you tell him to all but to stop with the questions.

“Then why do you look like you just developed a crush?

“What?” You cried pressing your cold fingers to your face finding relief for your hot flesh that burned under the steady gaze of your husband who opened the back door of Eijiro’s car for you, he slid in next to you and placed his hand on your knee but stayed silent for the entire car ride up until he shut and locked the front door and kicked his boots off.

“Why are you so pissed?” You asked slipping your own shoes off with one hand on the wall for balance but he still ignored you as he walked towards the bedroom.

“Really?” You followed him and watched while he sat on the bed removing his jacket.

“So, you’re going to ignore me?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest but Katsuki grabbed your wrist pulling you down on his lap.

“Get naked.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Get naked.” He growled hooking a finger in each strap of your dress and pulling it down your shoulders slowly only to drag his fingertips back making random patterns, you shimmied out of the dress bunching it around your waist.

You looked at him feeling your pussy all but clench and gush, seeing this side of him made you fall more in love with him, he knew you weren’t flirting with the stranger but he didn’t appreciate the fucking look he gave you.

Katsuki cupped your breasts in his hands pressing them together. “Just wait until your tits fill with milk, I can’t wait to suck them dry.” He murmured nuzzling his face between them before pulling away to look at you.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed but make sure you look in the mirror.” He demanded giving the fat of your thighs a slight squeeze.

Scrambling out of his lap you crawled onto the mattress and got into position facing the mirror hanging from the back of the bathroom mirror, your hair was all mused and the mascara you applied earlier smudged under your eyes, cringing at your reflection you watched Katsuki get behind you shirtless, he held your gaze in the mirror and watched as he pulled your dress down to your knees. He moved back to stare at your cunt with a lazy grin.

“So pretty, I can’t wait to see my cum seeping from your pussy.”

His words made you clench around nothing making Katsuki laugh a little before spitting on your pussy that still seeped his cum from earlier, harsh fingers rubbed the saliva in tracing your slit barely prodding the tense muscles, a whine parted your lips feeling two fingers thrust inside stroking and curling, he watched your face in the mirror seeing how you bit your lip with closed eyes gripping the blanket below.

His fingers brushed your g-spot gently massaging making you cry out which he loves. Watching you come undone for him and become so submissive for him made him hard, or when you want to take control and boss him around, something about it gave him the world’s biggest hard-on.

Removing his fingers from you he watched and made sure you were looking in the mirror to see him suck on his fingers that were drenched in your slick, his eyes rolled in the back of his head tasting you, Katsuki got off the bed quickly, and pulled his pants off then joined you again this time settling his hips against your ass. “Keep watching, I want you to see how much you love taking my cock.”

In a slow single thrust, Katsuki bottomed out feeling your cunt open wider for him molding around his cock, walls gripping him so perfectly. Both of you let out low groans. “Mhm! Katsuki!” Hearing you moan he gripped your hips and rocked slowly against you,

“Watch.” He demanded grabbing a handful of your hair and pulled your head up, you frantically looked in the mirror and let him pull you against him, pressing your back to his chest, the fingers that held your hair found themselves in your mouth.

“You look so cute being fucked, you know that? And you especially look cute covered in cum, like a little cum rag.”

All you could was nod your head and suck on his fingers, saliva dripping down his hand but neither of you could care. Katsuki slowed the pace easing in and out of your dripping pussy creating lewd noises, his lips by your ear whispering dirty things that made you whine against the digits in your mouth. “I’m going to make sure you never think about anything else again, only my cock as you bounce on it. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Yeth!”

Your reply made him chuckle hearing you pant and moan for him. His slick fingers trailed down your body between your breasts then over your stomach all the way down to your clit which he pinched and then rubbed in slow circles. “Look at how compliant you are sweetie, melting under my touch. Would you do that for anyone else?”

“No! Only you!” You cried feeling the pressure in your stomach begin to crack, your orgasm riding dangerously high.

“Fuck! Kats! I-” With one last stroke of your clit you came walls pulsating ripping Katsuki into his first climax. He groaned pushing you back down on the bed to stroke himself inside of you filling you with his cum again. Once he collected himself he flipped you to your back. His eyes were full of lust and want, Katsuki grabbed both legs tightly holding them open.

“Open your pretty mouth, sweetie.”

Parting your lips you felt him release your leg to scoop the mixture of cum leaking from your cunt, “Mhm.” He murmured pulling his fingers apart watching the cum string between them before sticking them in your mouth, the taste of him and you heavy on your tongue. You were so entranced with the staring contest you barely felt anything else but when he thrust into you again harder this time your eyes rolled to the back of your head, fingers wrapped around his wrist as you sucked harder.

Katsuki fucked you rough, every drive of his hips made your tits bounce, you moaned and writhed under him bucking your hips to meet his both of you moaning each other’s names lost in pleasure, the feeling of being connected in such a way left you breathless as you stared up at your husband, his blonde hair falling over his forehead, eyes barely open and lips parted. He looks so beautiful and primal.

You moaned cumming again. “Already?” Katsuki teased. All your muscles tightened painfully before you creamed around his dick, leaving the creamy ring he loved so much especially to see you lick his cock clean after fucking you but this time he wanted to keep it inside you.

Katsuki collapsed onto you sweaty and panting trying to catch his breath while making sure he didn’t crush you under him. “I’m pretty sure my legs are rubber at this point.” You giggled turning your head to look at him, he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“A reminder that you’re my wife.”

“You don’t have to remind me, Kats, I know I’m your wife and I love you.”

“I know, I love you too I’m just selfish when it comes to you.” He said in a soft tone pulling you into his side letting his rough fingertips rub your bare back until you both were ready to take a bath and fall back into bed.

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dnsbarbie · 3 months

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DEAR READER | C.L16 (THREE)

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x Ferrari Intern!OC

Warnings: Google translated french, Complex relationship, resisting the urge to jump each other’s bones (jk 1/2)

Parts: one | two | three | four

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NATALIA VALLE WAS NOT a nobody. Or at least, that was what her father used to tell her. All her life, she endured loneliness from her inability to make and keep relationships. Perhaps it was a trait passed down through her family. She wasn’t quite sure. It took her a while to accept her predicament and as she was just beginning to embrace the path to nunnery, Susie Wolff appeared out of thin air.

The rest? Well, here it was. At North Holland, Netherlands. Circuit Zandvoort, to be more specific.

Natalia strode through the area, eyes subtly darting through the space. She tried her best to even out her breathing. Deep down she knew this wouldn’t be any different from the previous days.

Opening up her senses, she was greeted by the slowly increasing noises of screaming fans, colliding with the guide’s booming voice echoing out from the numerous speakers encircling the stands.

Her head began to feel a dull pounding sensation. If it was the jet lag, now would be the worst time for it to come barreling to her face.

Oh no—

“Natalia! Natalia!”

“Great. . .” She muttered. Her fingers gripped tightly at the colorful lanyards crumpled in her hands before mustering up her best smile at the reporter practically running to her.

Just like that, her peace was destroyed same as yesterday and the day before.

She met him half way, twitching at how careless he shoved that big ass mic he had to her face.

Lowering down the object, she kept her polite gaze.

“Wonderful to see you here, Natalia!” He exclaimed, baring a toothy grin at her.

“Yes, it’s great to finally attend other races, for sure.” She nodded.

Before he even speaks, Natalia grumbles internally. She knew the look he gave him. It’s one of those looks that reports tend to give her before they ask something that they think she’ll be okay with, only to come at her with a full blown pompous comment in an attempt to humiliate her.

“Daddy Toto’s paying extra, eh?” On contrary to his guffawing figure, Natalia stood unfazed, simply chuckling despite the burning desire to rip this man’s remaining hair out his old balding head.

“Ferrari, actually.” She quipped, watching the confusion etch onto his face as his laugh dies down.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m doing my internship in Ferrari,” She simpered at the him. “I’ll be graduating from university in a few months, you see.”

“I—I see!” Not surprising either that he’s got more up his agitating sleeve. “And what of Mercedes? Why did you not choose to work there?”

“I don’t choose,” She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “This opportunity was given to me and I am extremely grateful. It’s an honor to be working for Ferrari.”

She visibly held her breath as a herd of voices invaded behind the interviewer. Blood rushed to her ears as she realized they were getting closer.

She confirmed her suspicion as she peaked through, spotting the the sea of journalists trying to get past the security line.

“Natalia!”

“NATALIA! WHERE’S TOTO?”

“Is it true that you moved in with the Wolffs’?”

“Natalia! A moment please!”

“What’s going with you and Charles Leclerc?”

“Nice meeting you!” She hurried, as she turned her attention back to the previous torn on her side, nodding politely. “I’m afraid I must be going now. Hope you enjoy the race!” She waved to the other raging journalists, squinting as their chants of her name got louder.

Sprinting away to the Ferrari paddock, she sighed. She pushed the glass doors open, breathing in the comforting scent of lavender. This quiet atmosphere instantly brightened her mood.

Elation spread to her lips at the sight the delectable food on the buffet table. Delight flamed through her eyes at the sight of the various selection of Dutch delicacies.

She scanned the table, quite fascinated with each of the names written on a signage corresponding to the food. Grabbing a small plate, she picked out a few, such as sphere-shaped snacks called Bitterballen and Krudnoten. A happy sway parked in her as she noticed a Stroopwafel truck outside, making a mental note to stop by later.

“Halo, linda!”

She whirled around, a plaesant smile blossoming on her lips as the man with the most gorgeous hair in the grid, as they say, approaches her.

“Carlos! Long time no see!” Natalia said, bringing him into a short hug.

“It is, indeed. I hear you work for Charles now,” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, chuckling as her smile quickly faded

“Not for him,” She denies, putting her palm up. “I’m working with h— yeah okay, I am.” Drooping in defeat, she glares at Carlos’ amused smirk.

“So?” He asks, as if expecting her to understand.

“So, what?” She raises her brows.

“Do you like it?” He asks. “Working for him, that is.”

She tilts her head, biting into one of the treats on her plate. “His social media presence is getting better because of me . . .” Pride swells in her smile. “And I get to boss him around too. I’d say it’s not as bad as I thought. More fans for him equals more money for me.”

Carlos chortles at the brunette’s blatant response to which she joins in, giving him a high five. Their laughter was interrupted by the clamor from the outside.

A simultaneous air of exasperation crossed their minds, briefly casting a glance at one another at the sight of the countless cameras pointing towards their direction, zeroing in on them like they were Sea World’s latest attraction.

They waved at the clicking cameras, building up practiced smiles.

“The only thing missing is a hoop for us to jump through,” Natalia joked, nearly flying away from the force of Carlos’ whack on her arm.

She concealed her laughter, gripping onto his bicep for mental support as Carlos failed to control the hideous snort coming out of his mouth.

To the people outside, Sea World bearing the most valuable and interesting creatures has took a turn to become a mental institute where, apparently, the patients were graciously yanking and hitting each other in the midst of terribly cloaked hysterics.

Heavy hands weighed in on the shoulders of said mental patients, each baring their own expression of terror as the turned their backs to the audience outside and onto Ferrari’s Team Principal.

“Enjoying ourselves, aren’t we?” Fred quizzed, narrowing his gaze as he watched the merriment slowly melt away from their faces. “Natalia, Charles is asking for you. He’s in his drivers lounge?”

Without thinking, Natalia grimaced at the order. “In his driver’s lounge? Why does he need me—” She clamped her mouth shut, giving into the cutting glare staring into her soul. “Driver’s lounge. Got it!” Spinning around, zooming into the hall of the drivers lounge.

“What do you think?” Charles query was accompanied by a smirk of plume as he finished his pitch.

His company stood frigid, mouth twitching with her eyes on him. “I— I don’t—” A string of laughter erupted from her, doubling over as she struggled to regulate air.

Charles eyed her wildly amused figure crumple onto the floor, a smile slipping onto his face at the cheery atmosphere of his room.

“Is that even— allowed?” She managed to get out, look up at him and wiping away the tear pebbling at ducks.

Charles raises his hands, smirking at her. “It was your idea first!” He accused, pointing a finger at her.

She scoffed, getting to her feet before sitting down on the small bed of the driver’s room. “It was a joke!”

“Well, it sounds good to me,” He shrugged, grabbing his gloves in a compartment at the foot of his bed.

“No it doesn’t!” Natalia laughed again, head throwing back at the seriousness of Charles’ tone. “I am not making a montage of you with Usher’s Daddy’s home playing in the background!”

Charles gasp, laying a hand on his chest, feigning offense as he looked at her. “Oh come on!”

“No, you come on!” She retorted, as laughter continued to spill out of her mouth.

Reached towards the giggling body on the bed, placing his gloved hands on her shoulders. “Why not?” He mocked a whine, watching as her smile reached her eyes.

Even with protective gear on his hands, the warmth of her skin somehow found a way to seep onto his palms. As if the heat had crawled up in his brain, he pushed against her shoulders, relishing at the surprised squeak tumbling out her mouth as her back hit the mattress.

Her eyes blown into a pair of saucers, swallowing noticeably at the weight of his stare.

“What are you doing?” The tremor in her voice sent delightful shivers down Charles’ ego.

He dug into the confinements of his restraint as her delicate palm laid on his chest. The feverish heat worsened as she made no effort to push him away, merely blinding him with those rich mahogany irises—pulling him into an endless stream of desire.

She looks at him as if she wanted her to know that he can’t have her. Boarded into place, backed into the corner with no where to go.

“Stop looking at me like that—” He whispers, baring a grit of his teeth.

Despite the constricting grip on her dazed state, Natalia responded, soft and lightheaded. “What?”

Exasperated, Charles dropped his head on her shoulder, not missing the slight flinch of her body as he inhaled the flowery scent of her clothing.

“You—” He started, breath fanning onto her ear as he lifted his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me . . . Natalia,”

“We— we can’t. . .” She stuttered as conflicting thoughts troubled her mind. At Charles’ groan of protest, she shuts her eyes, hoping to gain enough composure.

And when she does, she cleared her throat, warding off the trembling sound of uncertainty.

“You know we can’t,” At the height of her sense, Charles woke up from the root of his fantasies, nodding his.

“Yes. . .” He mumbled, laying her chest, arms going around her waist. “I know— I know— I just— how about this—”

“Charles—” She sighed, ready to decline him.

He silenced her, rushing to overpower her voice. “If I win today, I take you out to dinner—” Seeing as she was about to intrude, he raised his palm up. “Just dinner. Nothing more. Just you and me.”

Her stiffening posture exuded hesitation, prompting Charles to rub comforting circles with his thumb on her waist.

Anxiety skyrocketed in her veins, her arm draped on Charles’ back, palm splayed. Like a broken record, the imaginative image of the past kept flashing in between the cracks of her current reality.

Charles grew concerned as her breath labored, hand suddenly clasping at the fabric of his fireproofs as if he’ll disappear if she releases him.

“Hey,” Charles cooed, immediately brushing her hair back after nervousness completely taking over her features. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

His hand slid down to her cheek, stroking her paled skin, successfully catching her attention.

In a second, the withering blocks of emotion’s disappeared. In it’s place was a tired sigh, and a pat on Charles’ back.

He furrowed at the sudden change, and how quickly she threw away the deep seated thoughts troubling her mind.

“A lot.” She stated, licking her lips. “But if you insist, then — okay.”

The Monegasque stared at her, unblinkingly. Unsure what to make of the fast-paced situation.

He did want it. However, the droll in her voice withered the excitement he initially felt. Heaviness countered the supposed delight of his agenda.

It made him more curious and worried as to what had caused her to be that way. Natalia Valle was the embodiment of spilled sun rays when he first saw her interacting with the Toto Wolff in the Marcedes garage.

But looking at her now, all the bright twinkle in her eyes had been lost in a maze of darkness.

“Alright.” He assessed her disheveled state, slowly standing up. “I’ll see you after the race,”

Natalia managed a small smile, reaching her hand up for assistance. Charles took it, pulling her up into a sitting position. His hand tilted up her head, having her look him straight in the eyes.

“Do your best,” the glint of anticipation in her eyes were hard to ignore, as she took Charles’ wrist in a gentle hold.

They nearly jumped out of their skin as a loud knock echoed through the room.

“Charles! It’s time!” It was Nicolas.

The pair shared a look, Natalia baring a reassuring smile to Charles who gives her a thankful nod.

The realization of Natalia’s whereabout came crashing down in a high speed collision as the roaring of the engines resounded across the hall.

She was about to witness a Formula One race.

And even with the vicious claws of anxiety latching at her wits and thunderstorms forming clouds on her head, maybe—just maybe fulfilling her childhood dreams is enough to block everything out for just a moment.

The words; Lights out and away we go, seemed too long ago. The Ferrari garage bathed in chaos. Fred Vasseuer red faced, eyes wide with frustration coursing through his veins. Said veins could also be seen surfacing on the sides of his neck as he screams through his mic connected to the drivers’ ears.

On his feet, his hand slapped against the wooden table, creating a resounding bang that can be heard underneath the headphone-encapsulated ears of Natalia.

As one could tell, even from the stands, Ferrari was not having a great race.

“NO! NO!” Fred’s strident wail pierced Natalia’s ears, causing her to squint and move the left bud off her hearing premises.

She watched helplessly as the red Formula One car adorning the number 16 rounded the corner, before coming in contact with a bright orange McLaren.

Natalia’s heart felt like it would combust into a million pieces as it quickened at the sight of the collision. Through the fog of her aching head, she stepped forward to get a better view.

“Damage,” Dread filled her bones as the words came trembling. “I— think I have floor damage. . .”

Chills kissing at her fingertips, Natalia held them together close to her chest, seemingly like a silent prayer.

“Copy.” His engineer, Xavier Marcos Pardros responded. “Keep driving. We pit later.”

Silent pleas of betterment flooded Natalia’s brain as she watched Charles perform with a half-broken vehicle.

She wasn’t an expert on anything related to Formula One. No, however, she was aware that damages to the car commonly entails a bad omen which eventually leads to a retirement.

The tormenting suspense of what’s to come bit at Natalia’s sane conciliation, hands clutching at her sides. Her dilated eyes darted through the screen, focused on Charles’ car. His wheels were visibly wavering as the race dragged on. The extent of the damage slowly catching up to him.

“There’s no down force!” Natalia flinched at the strain in his voice.

A gloomy atmosphere manifested inside the garage as everyone received the words. The limit had been reached as the car was slowly losing its vivacious speed. He was deliberately losing control of the car and finally, as he turned, he drove directly onto a wall, a tire getting caught in the metallic borders of the track.

“You okay?” Xavi radioed.

“Yeah yeah—It’s a—sorry, guys—fuck. . .”

It was deafening, the silence. Only, excluding for the painful cries of self-loathing in resonating through Natalia’s headphones. She had to cover her eyes at the impact of the crash, as the pounding of her heart refused to settle down.

“Ah—fucking—FUCK!”

Natalia slid her headphones down to rest at her neck, hands shaking at the disappointment that echoed through Charles’ voice. She didn’t have the capacity to listen through the mournful anguish that flooded at her sympathy.

Without her headphones, she looked at the screen. A safety car has been deployed and the camera zoomed in on Charles climbing out the car. Frustration showing on his movements despite having a full body protective gear. He slammed his hands on the halo of his car as he stood up, before sliding his gloves off his hands, practically ripping them in the process.

“We focus on Sainz, now,” Fred droned, defeated as he molded back into his seat.

Charles couldn’t hear a thing aside from the organ protected by his ribcage pump at a merciless pace. His skin flushed underneath all the gear, as if it was weighing down his sanity further. His steps heavy as he strode to the Ferrari garage. A single thought crossing his mind.

There she sat, worry simmering at the pout of her lips, reflecting greatly with the dim clouding her eyes. As he neared her hunched form, she whipped around, gaping at him with an apologetic look on her face.

She was robbed of the chance to say something as he hauled her off her seat, strong grip on her arm. He dragged her with him, failing to take regard of Natalia’s worried glance at not only him, but most especially the pile of reporters crowding in front of the garage.

She tried to yank herself away from him but her strength was no match for his.

Xavi was quick to intervene just as they were out of the public eye.

“Charles!” He hissed, pulling at the angered Monegasque.

Natalia’s shock was as prominent as the tsunami of distaste cloaking Charles face. His brows pinned into a pointed stem, eyes shamelessly staring daggers and defeating Xavi’s own anger at the driver’s rash anger.

“Vous ne vous souciez pas de votre réputation?” Do you not care about your reputation? Xavi stressed, pushing at Charles’ chest as if to shake him back into rationality.

His loud scoff stabbed into Natalia’s hearing, causing her to wince. It differed entirely to whenever they were engaged in horseplay. The sweetened teasing was long gone, adamantly supplemented with bone-rattling fury.

“Ma réputation était foutue depuis longtemps!” My reputation was fucked long ago! He roared, retaliating with a hard shove of his own that sent Xavi propelling on the opposite wall.

“Charles!” Natalia shrieked, recovering from her frozen shock. “Calm the fuck down—” She went to check on the possibly injured man but the restraining grip on her arm contained her.

The protest died in her throat as the race engineer raised his hand, looking at her with reassuring ease. She was about to offer her more help but he simply upped and left like it was nothing.

Displeasure swam in her consciousness as Charles pulled her along with him to his room. He opened the door, urging her to sit down on her previous spot.

Like a controlled robotic figure, she complied. The energy to yell at him for his inappropriate behavior diminished as she came face to face with him.

Beneath the proper lighting, the marks left by his helmet scrawled lines onto his face. His tired eyes drooped in despair along with the noticeable sag of his shoulders as he arranged his racing gear.

Natalia observed he placed his helmet on the counter, fingers dragging on the shell, inducing a scrapping sound that matched his emotions.

He turned to face her, treading towards her in a slow manner. His knees hit the floor as he kneeled down to Natalia’s level.

Short puffs of breath lammed from her lungs at how little the expanse contained. She looked away, aware of the oddity in her stare.

“I didn’t win.”

The same disappointment lathered his tone but it was the arm he looped around her waist that caught her attention back to him.

She instantly wished she resisted the urge to look back as she was plowed down by his pleading crystalline orbs. Unable to tear her eyes from this hypnotic beauty, she wetted her chapped lips.

“That’s okay. . .” Natalia cringed at her weak assurance, but nonetheless weaved her fingers through his damp hair as if to compensate.

Charles flickered his eyes close as Natalia began to massage his scalp, the stress from the race draining away from his bones with every glide of her careful and dainty digits.

Natalia cocked her head to the side as Charles’ face relaxed, the lines on his forehead were no longer visible and his lips now rested into a soft smile.

“I’m sorry,” He grunted, tightening his grasp on her mid-section. “You’re gonna be all over the news.”

She bit her lips at the topic. Despite her awareness of the situation, she had completely ignored it, putting Charles’ ragging actions at a priority.

“They say things all the time,” She quipped, giving his brown locks a slight tug that got him to open his eyes and look into hers. The sincerity of his regret reflected in them. “At the very least, Toto being my alleged sugar daddy will finally stop. . .”

Charles knew that it was a prod to make him feel better, yet he took it without hesitation. His negative emotions were immediately dethroned at the sight of Natalia’s teasing smirk.

He bellowed out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. “You’d rather have them think the engagement rumors are true?”

She screwed her face up, whacking him on the shoulder. “No, I’m just saying, it’d be nice if people stirred away from that repulsing narrative.”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you looked like a hooker,”

Her jaw slacked, staring him down in the most disbelieving light she could ever imagine.

“Fuck off!” She giggled, stopping the vibration of his shoulders by landing a sportive punch near his chest.

A moment passes before Charles gains the courage to part Natalia’s denim-clad thighs, watching her reaction as he went further.

Seeing as there was no discomfort in her eyes, he slotted himself between the warmth of her legs, arms bracing his left arm beside her thigh while the other retained on her waist.

“I’m still on for that dinner, if you’re good to go. . .” Natalia wondered, tilting her head at him.

“Are you?” He hummed, drawing innocent patterns on the skin of her waist.

Goosebumps rose in the wake of Charles’ touch. He had risen the knitted top Natalia had worn, leaving the exposed skin at his mercy.

“It’s just dinner.” Her firm determination amused Charles, giving her a reassuring smile.

“It is.” He confirmed. “But I’d rather order in— I’m not up to be roasted in public after today.”

Natalia sympathized with his decision, squeezing his shoulder in the hopes to comfort him. “Of course, I understand.” She taps his cheek, pinching it softly between her finger.

Staying here would be the most logical option.

Her attempt to stand was quickly halted, as Charles’ arm on her waist pulled her back down.

A glint of confusion painted on both their features for different reasons.

“Where you going?”

“You said you wanted to order in.” She blinked owlishly at him, trying to figure out the miscommunication.

“I do.” He said, striking her with one of his compelling looks. “So, tell me what you want to eat,”

The wheeled dinged in Natalia’s bemused thoughts, nodding her head as she began to understand his implications.

“Oh—Oh! With me!” She amassed, as if assuring herself. At Charles’ validation, she started to think about her choice. “I’m not very good at picking specific food. I only look at the description and hope for the best, really.”

Charles smiled at her sheepish expression, bobbing his head in understanding. “Alright. I’ll order for you then.”

He got to his feet, shocking Natalia as he began unzipping his race suit.

She immediately looked away, face warming at the abrupt action. Shifting her gazing anywhere aside from the man appearing to be planning to undress in front of her.

Natalia swore she could hear the annoying smile growing on his lips as he said, “Relax I’m not taking my clothes off here. I still have to get an ice bath. We’ll go after.”

“Yeah— wait. . . Hold on, go where?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows.

Charles stalked to the door, laying his hand on the knob. His gaze lingered at Natalia’s, adoring the boiling thoughts evidently stowing in her eyes.

“Where else? At my apartment, of course.”

Oh— order in!

“You didn’t think we’d stay here all night, did you?”

Yes, she did. Embarrassingly so.

“Shut up, English isn’t my first language.” She grunted, hoping to save face.

Unsurprisingly, Charles crushed it as easily. Laughing at her futile attempt. “Mine too.”

She sighed, shooing him away. “Go jump in your ice water or whatever.”

Laughter rang through the halls as he opened the door, smile broadening at her crimson dusted cheeks.

He sent her a wink before leaving her to her own cluttered thoughts. She caught herself mapping out the possible scenarios that could take place in Charles’ apartment, weaving away from the inappropriate scenes flaunting in the premise of her own deliberations.

As she sunk herself deeper in the captivity of her brain, she fell short in noticing the coffin she had built herself into. Her abysmal empathy for Charles made her overlook the blaring details of her hesitance to join him for a meal— let alone be in his personal space.

Entering Charles’ apartment flared the consigned fear etched onto her senses. It wasn’t Charles that she feared. On the contrary she was afraid of compromising her self control more than anything else.

Lucky for her, the man in her thoughts share the same predicament as he sat rigidly in a tub of freezing water, plagued with similar impure thoughts running laps in his head. There was no doubt at all that Toto Wolff would castrate him alive and impale his head on a pike if he were to ever hear them.

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writtenbynamu · 11 months

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Dickmatized

Myg X black reader

Tags/warnings: HAEGEUM! (Yoongi), mentions of human trafficking, talks of s/a (not by Yoongi, doesn’t actually happen), violence, degradation, rough, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, daddy kink, perjury, reader is weak in the knees

Word count: 3.4k

Minors DNI

Your legs are crossed, right over left; back rigid as you try to maintain your composure. To anyone else in the room, your behaviour would have seemed normal. After all, women crossed their legs all the time out of habit or politeness. It was nothing out of the ordinary….or it wouldn’t have been if your legs had been crossed for any other reason that to quell the throb budding in your underwear.

You were better than this. You were a strong, independent woman. You were one of the two partners of Park & Min. A lawyer, a ridiculously good one at that; with one foot in the underground crime syndicate and the other on the necks of every prosecutor in Seoul. In this city, your name had to hold weight for you to survive…and yours was heavy enough to burden tongues. You made sure of it.

You had spent years getting your shit together, yet somehow, all it took was one look from him for you to fall apart.

You had first met Agust back when you were nothing but a decoy for the Itaewon dragons. The Itaewon dragons were one of the most feared gangs in Seoul, run by one of the most unassuming men you’d ever met. They sold everything from party drugs to cocaine to people. That’s where you had come in.

“Are you sure you want to do this noona?” The man before you asked as soon as the door shut. “You could get stabbed, or shot, or raped…oh my god this could end so fucking badly”

His teeth worried at his lip, the metal of his piercing hit against his teeth but he didn’t notice. He never did when he got anxious.

You tutted at him and walked over to where he stood. You looped a hand around his neck, urging him to look down at you and used your thumb to pull his bottom lip from between his teeth.

“Breathe Bun,” you said gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

His shoulders sagged and he dropped his head into your shoulders. He took a deep breath, shuddering a bit when he exhaled.

“ I don’t want to do this noona, I don’t want any of this. I just want to go back to art school” he said with a whine, a petulant pout on his lips. You resisted the urge to coo at him.

“I know bun, but it’s only for a little while hm? Just until your hyung gets back right?”

“Mhm hm” he mumbled, not ready to lift his head from the comfort of your warmth.

“So just let Noona do this so you can get it out the way in time to finish your project hm?”

He sighed against you and wrapped his hands tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Time was going, but he needed the tactile comfort to ground him and so you let him have it for a few more minutes.

“Okay, now put your poker face on and let’s go do a drug heist Kook”

The plan was simple. You, Jungkook and the other dragons were supposed to meet up with some lackeys from D Town who had been interested enough in the “sexy foreigner” they had seen Jungkook parade around with to strike a deal with their mortal enemies. 15 kilos of pure white booger sugar for one night with you is what they offered.

It was insulting to think that they thought you had fallen for such a ruse.They knew that Seokjin wouldn’t have fallen for it, that’s why they waited until Jungkook had taken the reins. Jungkook might have been younger and less experienced, but he was no fool.

You would meet them and the specified location, demand a show of the product and then when they asked for you in return, the dragons would kill them and take the coke. It was foolproof, or at least it had been until the sky decided that it was the perfect time to burst and started to rain.

The dragons had the D town boys surrounded, guns drawn and pointed right at their heads. The sudden downpour had thrown everyone off-kilter and in the blink of an eye, you had found yourself with a knife to your throat and a gun pressed to your hip.

“LET HER GO YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT”

Jungkook yelled over the clap of thunder that rolled overhead.

“ONE MORE STEP AND I KILL THE BITCH AND YOU” the man screamed.

Jungkook froze in his spot a glare on his face to conceal the dread he truly felt about the situation.

The man started backing away with you in tow only to freeze when he bumped into a hard chest. The smell of newports and the tiniest hint of…tangerine? Hit you both at the same time and you felt the man holding you start quivering.

“Having a bit of fun without me Jaehyuck?” came a low, deep voice; words gravely as if he hadn’t spoken all day.

“N-no Ag- n-no sir” he replied, hands trembling so much that he dropped the knife

“Really? Because it looks to me like you stole my product and tried to buy someone with it…” he spat.

The heel of his boots clicked on the paved rooftop as he circled the man holding you.

“What are my two rules Jaehyuck?” He asked, no demanded.

“N-never involve w-women and children s-sir”

“Now unless I’ve completely lost sight in my right eye and my left one has decided to start playing tricks on me… that’s a woman you’re holding…is it not?”

The man let go of you immediately, falling to his knees to plead with the man looking down at him with utter disgust.

You should have grabbed the coke and run over to Jungkook while they were both distracted, but you just couldn’t look away from your dark saviour.

You watched enthralled as he reached into the pocket of his coat, and you braced yourself for him to take out a gun of some sort; only to be confused when he pulled out a pair of red chopsticks instead.

The man seemed to recognize the utensils though, in fact, he seemed terrified of them.

“Beg for forgiveness.” Said the scarred man.

“I’m so s-sorry s-“

“Not from me you imbecile, from her”

To his credit, the man did beg for your forgiveness with so much sincerity and desperation that you almost felt sorry for him. But Scarface didn’t care. He used his chopstick on Jaehyuck in ways you had never seen before, ways you hadn’t known were possible. It should have scared you, but you had never felt more intrigued by a singular person in your entire life .

And when he was done, he held his chopsticks out so the rain could wash them off, bowed to you and offered you the coke as an apology (not that you weren’t going to take it either way) and turned to leave.

“Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, a bit winded from the adrenaline pumping through your veins

“Agust” he said “Agust D”

🥢🥢 🥢

“Agust” (as you came to know later)had been in the process of taking over the D- boys when you had your little run-in with them. He was keen on changing the way things worked in the gang, determined to make sure his rule was never questioned or contested. Killing Jaehyuck for not only undermining his authority but threatening to jeopardise the partnership he had been working to establish with the dragons through Jin was his first step in doing so.

Now, 5 years later, Agust had the largest cities in Korea, Seoul included, trembling under the weight of his thumb. He had long since created an alliance with the dragons and went on to take over when both Jin and Jungkook wanted out.

He owned almost everything and everyone. What were once periodic whispers of his name became incessant screams, loud enough that everyone knew it.

Still, very few people knew what Agust looked like. Sure they knew his name, knew who he was but he rarely showed his face in public, the threat of his existence was potent enough that he didn’t have to.

Still, in Seoul, walls could talk and they loved to gossip. And so everyone knew that “Agust D '' had a scar over his right eye and could kill people with his bare hands and a pair of chopsticks. August’s favourite part of his partial anonymity was the theories about how he got his scar. Some say he got it in an underground fight, others said he had been cut with glass in prison and the truly bold suggested that he had done it himself. They were all wrong, but they were fun to listen to.

When Agust did show his face, it was usually in a setting like you were in right now. A conference room full of lawyers being debriefed on his latest transgressions and how they would be expected to handle it, had he ever gotten caught.

The funny thing about Agust is that no matter who he bought or for how long he bought them, he never recruited a police officer or any member of the judiciary at all for that matter. He loved the rush he got from winning a trial simply because he had a good legal team; that he had you on his team. He liked knowing that he could win fair and square There was something so fascinating…so attractive about the way that you made an airtight case against the prosecution, how you played the jury like a puppet master in your… in his favour.

To this day, you had only lost once, a petty crime charge of aggravated assault for one of the boys. It should have rolled off your back because he, like almost everyone you represented, had been guilty. But there was something about the way Jisoo looked at you in that courtroom as if she knew she had won before the trial even began, as if she was better than you that fueled your thirst to be the best lawyer Seoul had ever seen, even if just out of pure spite.

🥢🥢🥢

There was something about the way Agust could command a room that made you feel hot all over. There was something about the way he spoke, calm, collected, controlled as if words were nothing but a nuisance to him and he had made them his bitch.

His presence filled any room no matter how big or small it was and his demeanour was enough to make even the most insolent of individuals sit with their backs straight. Fuck, he made you feel the need to sit straight.

You tried to pay attention as he spoke, but your mind could only focus on how his plump lips wrapped around his words. How his tongue darted out at intervals to wet his lips, how his fingers twirled the chopsticks he held between them as he paced the room. You couldn't help but stare at his hands, hands that had done unspeakable horrors to scores of people, hands that had dealt unspeakable pleasures to you.

You’ve officially zoned out. You hear no words, no shuffling of paper; your brain blocks out everything that isn’t Agust or your memories of him so much so that you don’t realise that the meeting is over until the heavy double doors bang shut. Almost instantaneously, the smell of cigarettes wafts towards you and you look up to see him standing beside you.

You swallow thickly.

“How was the meeting Y/N?” he asks you, taking a long, slow drag from his cigarette.

“Good.” you lied “It was good.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “ So what do you think Dongshik’s chances are on that murder charge?”

You clear your throat. “ I have full confidence that Jimin can get the charges dropped or at the very least, get him out on bail” you reply carefully, praying you didn’t sound as unsure as you felt.

Agust chuckled before spinning you around in your chair to face him and leaning over you so that your faces were mere inches apart.

“Good try baby, but “Dongshik” is one of your paralegals, not one of the dragons. The only crime he’s committing is wearing that God-awful fake Dior cologne.”

Shit.

“What's got you so distracted, hm pretty girl?” he asked, running his left index finger along your jaw.

Your breath hitched. “N-nothing, I’m just a little tired,” you replied, clenching your thighs together.

Agust narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth forming a straight line. Unamused. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before he puts it on one of the ashtrays on the long table.

He looks you up and down, gazee burning against your skin as his eyes rake over you, arms crossed against his chest.

“You know better than to insult my intelligence like that don’t you Y/N?” he asks, clearly not expecting an answer.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “ You think I couldn’t see you squirming? That I couldn't see you clench those thighs for all they’re worth?”

His eyes were intense, just like everything else about him was but you fought defiantly to maintain eye contact with him.

“ I did no such thing” you retorted, much to his displeasure. He scoffed.

“You’re such a brat you know that? Such a big fucking brat.” he said shaking his head. “Stand up.”

You don't move, much to his annoyance.

He takes a deep breath and brings his right hand down to your throat, not squeezing hard enough to hurt, but applying enough pressure to get your heart racing and to know how serious he was.

“I’ll say it again once. Stand. Up.”

You obey this time, looking up at him as you rise from your seat, hand still wrapped snugly around your neck.

He releases you once you’re completely upright on your feet and sits in your chair. He taps the space on the table in front of him and you take the hint and sit.

He runs his hands up and down the length of your thighs and your legs part almost on instinct. He gets a view of your underwear, the dark red in the centre from how wet you were and hisses.

“See why you shouldn’t lie to me, baby? Because no matter what you come up with in that pretty little head of yours, your body will always tell me the truth, hm?”

He hikes your pencil skirt up to your waist and pushes your thighs further apart and your body arches towards him on instinct. He brings his head down to kiss at the sensitive skin and you barely hold back a scream when he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. He runs his tongue over the bite and you whine. He pulls away to look up at you

“What kind of behaviour is this hm? The big bad Y/N making such a mess on this table? Aren’t you a bit embarrassed to be reacting like this hm? Dripping all over me as if I didn’t fuck you senseless just yesterday.” he says bringing a hand to your core and pulling your underwear to the side.

You roll your hips forward and resist the urge to bring your hands to cover your face because he was right. He did fuck you senseless less than 24 hours ago, but Agust was more addictive than any combination of drugs he sold. He was toxic, mean…evil if you were to consider anything he did with your moral compass…but you needed him. He might have been cruel to everyone and everything else, but he was good, so, so good to your pussy.

He pushes a finger into you, the cool metal of his ring grazing against your walls. He adds another and your eyes roll back and your head falls back. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness making obscene noises as you clench around his digits. The pressure builds up in your pussy embarrassingly quickly and your orgasm is so close you can practically taste it. You roll your hips forward to meet every thrust of his fingers urging him to go faster. And of course, in the most Agsust fashion ever, he slows down.

He pulls his fingers out of you, your juices running down to his palm and he meets your eyes as he licks them both. The sight is obscene and incredibly hot and it sends you surging forward to put your lips on his.

The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues and the occasional clashing of teeth. It's wet and messy and it makes every nerve ending in your body stand on edge. Your hand makes its way around his neck and you pull away from him.

“I need you to fuck me,” you say simply. Chest heaving against the silk of your blouse, three buttons somehow missing from the expensive top.

He glares up at you and rips your hand from his neck.

“I don't take fucking orders from you” he spits as he flips you over on the table, face down and ass towards him. “But I'll give it to you just this once, and only because I want to feel you cum on my dick”.

With that, he pulls your underwear down and pushes into you in one go, ripping a scream from your throat as your walls struggle to accommodate him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough and punishing and you can't help the moans that escape you.

“Youre so fucking tight every. Single. Time.” he groans, punctuating his sentence with his thrusts.

He grabs onto your braids, pulling your head back so he could push his tongue into your mouth. His hips start moving impossibly faster, and you can do nothing but moan brokenly against his lips.

He brings his hand down to your clit and rubs it, and your eyes blow wide open and you scream.

“Yoongi please.” you beg.

His hips stuttered in shock.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

Your eyes widen as you realise what had slipped out of your mouth. Agust had told you his real name years ago but you had never used it. Sure you had practised the way it felt on your tongue in secret but you had never felt brave enough to say it.

“I’m s-sorry,” you say in between moans

“Don’t apologize- fuck it sounds so good when you say it.” he moans out, picking his pace up once more “ Say it again.” he demands “ tell me who this pussy belongs to baby”

“YOONGI!” you scream, tears streaming freely down your face “ It’s all yours Yoongi please”

“That’s right. Thats fucking right” Yoongi replies. “I can feel you clenching around me, do you want to cum baby?”

“Fuck yes, Yoongi please let me cum” you begged.

Yoongi gives you one last particularly hard thrust and your entire body convulses as your orgasm washes over you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for daddy.” he guides you as he slows his thrusts down to barely their pace as you come apart around him.

His orgasm follows yours almost immediately and he spills into you, sending a combination of your juices running down your legs.

He runs his hand along your back as you go limp against him, recovering from your high and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and he pulls your underwear back up.

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As rough as Yoongi is with you whenever you have sex, his gentleness after the fact always negates it.

As bad as Yoongi was for you, he simply made you feel too good.

Deep down, you knew Yoongi loved you in his own twisted way, and you loved him too. But neither of you was willing to admit that out loud. Instead, what existed between you was an unspoken agreement of ownership. You were Yoongi’s just as much as he was yours.

Of course, you saw something more with Yoongi than just fucking him, and it would b unfair to say that was all your relationship was.

Maybe you would've brought it up if you weren't so enthralled by him. If you weren’t so distracted every time he touched you.

Yoongi was everything you did not tolerate, and yet you tolerated him so well.

Yoongi was nothing but death, sex and bad vibes.

Maybe you were insane.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized.

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No One But You

SUMMARY | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son. PAIRINGS | Xiaojun/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, daddy!Xiaojun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight angst, fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,813 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Originally, this was supposed to be a fantasy with the whole isekai theme. But this idea had been swimming in my mind lately and so here you go. I hope this makes sense and that it flowed okay. I struggled a bit haha. Hope you all like it.

"Just give it some thought," Renjun, your best friend, muttered one day. You were both sitting in your favorite cafe, drinking your lattes and getting on each other's nerves with an annoying amount of frequency. It was a pretty standard Sunday afternoon to be honest - so you had just agreed to meet here.

Nothing special.

"And what do I get for this?" you asked, glancing up from your coffee. Renjun had been pestering you to join him at this new company your friends Mark and Johnny established. They promised it would be very profitable and the pay was good as well. And he was very persistent. Like never ending. He'd been talking about it nonstop since yesterday morning when you woke up.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your coffee. "I mean it's not like I don't want to help them out, but they're not giving me any kind of perks."

"You get to see eye-candy all day long." Renjun snorted. "How is that not a perk? At least this way you can finally find someone who'll satisfy you better than-"

"Don't you dare say his name." You muttered under your breath.

"C'mon Y/N." Renjun patted your hand. "It's been years since you last dated Jungwoo. I’m sure he’s happily married and has kids. Besides, you have a son now, too. Does Xiaojun know?"

Xiaojun...

The father of your son.

You've known Xiaojun since your college days. He was a friend of Renjun, Mark and Johnny and he always tagged along whenever you hung out with them. Back then, he used to flirt shamelessly and his charm would always manage to make you laugh and blush simultaneously. You were in a serious relationship with your ex, Jungwoo, during that time, but that all changed however, when you ended your three year relationship with him. Your relationship just didn't work out. He cheated on you multiple times. You loved him with all your heart, though. But you couldn't be with someone who hurt you constantly. Your heartbreak left you feeling empty and lonely. Your entire world crumbled around you and you felt like nothing could ever go right again.

Your friends were there to help you through your tough times. To cheer you up, Renjun and the others dragged you out to the biggest Neo frat party of the semester, despite your constant protests. Of course, you had fun that night. It was a relief to forget about your troubles for a while. In a drunken stupor and clearly horny, you found Xiaojun dancing nearby. Without thinking twice, you walked over to him and grabbed his hands to sway to the music. And god, he was sexy in those leather pants and tight black shirt. It was hard to resist him and not give into temptation. After a few minutes, you decided to dance closer to him. And God, he smelled so good. Like fresh air, soft lips and spring flowers. That did it. Before you knew it, you were making out with him against the wall.

Things quickly escalated and before you knew it, the rest was history. It was just a one night thing between you two. And you never did date him. He left to study overseas a few weeks later and disappeared off your radar.

When you found out you were pregnant a month after that drunken night with Xiaojun, you were scared and confused. You never imagined that one drunken night with him could have changed your future so drastically. The urge to tell him that you were pregnant was overwhelming. You wanted to reach out to him, talk to him, tell him about the baby, apologize for what happened that night. But you also couldn't deny that your decision that night wasn't completely your own.

You'd been depressed and lonely since your breakup with Jungwoo and Xiaojun provided you with the comfort you needed. Was it wrong of you to use him that way? Or did you deserve something more? If you chose to keep the baby, who would take care of it? Where would you live? Who would be its father?

You had to tell someone and you eventually told Renjun, Mark and Johnny about your pregnancy, revealing that Xiaojun had to be the father since he was the last person you’ve slept with. Your friends reacted predictably: they offered their unconditional support and told you that you were strong enough to raise the child on your own. They were your best friends and they wanted to be the best uncles they could be to your son.

But even after that fateful night, you continued to think about what could have been if he had stayed. If you had found out you were pregnant if you were together.

You shook your head. "No, he still doesn't know about our son."

Renjun sighed. "You know he's back in town. He’s been asking me about you too. Its just a matter of time before Xiaojun talks to our friends and finds out he has a son. You should tell him before that happens."

"I know but I can't just tell him I got pregnant after one drunken night together. There are too many details involved."

Renjun ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "What are you going to do, Y/N?"

"That's the problem. I don't know what to do." You mumbled. "I don't want him to resent me or hate me. I want him to love my son and accept him. That's all I ask for."

"Then just tell him. I'm sure he won't mind if you told him the truth."

"But what if he does?" You replied, looking down at your cup. "Wouldn't that complicate things? Especially since we have a child together. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he blamed me for ruining his life or something. I wouldn't be able to look at him or be near him anymore."

Renjun shrugged. "Who says he will blame you? You guys are adults, after all. Plus, we’re not children anymore. Our lives are different. It's not the same as back then. I think you're just being paranoid."

"Am I?" You looked up, frowning. "Do you really believe I am?"

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not really, no. I know you, Y/N. You're more forgiving than most people. But sometimes, people need to face the consequences of their actions. And even if they don't, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. It's not like your son needs a man around to protect him."

Renjun waved away your concern. "So don't let your feelings towards him ruin your happiness. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. So tell him about your son."

“I’m home!” You called out as you stepped into your apartment.

You heard the pitter patter of small feet and a small figure ran out of the bedroom before launching unto you. “Mommy! Mommy!”

You cooed as you picked your son up in your arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your neck and buried his face into your chest. "Hi Dongjun, my beautiful angel. Did you miss me?"

"Of course!" He squealed excitedly. "I missed you, mommy."

“You’re so silly.” You giggled as you planted a kiss on top of his head. “You don’t need to miss me because you’re going to see me every day. Right?"

Dongjun giggled excitedly and nodded his head. "Right mommy!"

"Good." You hugged him tightly. "Because I missed you too."

The two of you walked slowly down the hallway. Dongjun held onto your hand and grinned widely as he talked about his random adventures with Uncle Jisung, your younger brother. When you asked where Uncle Jisung was, your son pointed at your brother's room stating that 'Uncle Jisung is studying'.

“Hey Mommy, wanna watch a movie with me?” Dongjun asked, tugging at your shirt sleeve.

“Okay honey, but first, can I change into comfy clothes?” You questioned, pointing towards your bedroom.

“Mm hmm.” Dongjun nodded enthusiastically as he plopped on the couch and proceeded to watch TV.

After changing into sweats and a loose t-shirt, you settled down next to your son. You placed your hand on his head and smiled as you stroked his hair gently. It was nice being able to spend quality time with your son. Dongjun was so happy when he was with you. He loved watching movies and playing games with you. You could already tell that he was smart, mature and creative. If only you could turn back time, things would be different.

You wondered how life would have been if you told Xiaojun about Dongjun. Or how it would be if you got together with him. But looking at your son, you knew that whatever happened, you made the right choice. No matter what choices you made in the past, your son will always be yours.

“Alright, time for bed. Let’s snuggle.” You told your son as you pulled him close to your body.

“Yes!” Dongjun grinned happily.

You leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and you smiled as you closed your eyes. At least one good thing came out of that drunken night, you thought.

"Mommy?" Dongjun suddenly asked as he poked you in the arm.

"Hmm?" You opened your eyes and glanced at your son. "What is it honey?"

"Did you love daddy when you first met him?"

“Hmmm…now that’s a tough question to ask me, squirt.” You pinched his cheek. “How should I answer it?”

“I think you loved Daddy.” Dongjun said confidently. “Because if you didn’t love Daddy, then I wouldn’t be here today. So you must have loved Daddy when you first met him.”

You smiled as tears welled up in your eyes. Dongjun was such a sweet boy.

"Sweetie, you are the most important person in my life. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." You hugged him tightly. "I am very lucky to have a child like you."

"Aw, Mommy. Thank you." Dongjun wiped away the tear from your eye. "Now let's go to sleep, okay?"

"Yes." You nodded. "Night-night, Sweetie."

Dongjun yawned as he curled up in your lap. You kissed his forehead again and whispered good night in his ear. Then you watched as he drifted off to sleep.

You didn't expect that your life would turn out like this. You had always dreamt of finding true love and getting married someday. But fate decided otherwise. Now you were living alone, raising your son singlehandedly. A part of you wished that things could have been different. Maybe your son would grow up knowing his father. Maybe you could've dated Xiaojun or find another man to share your life with.

But all those questions went unanswered as you drifted off to sleep.

There was nothing you could do about it. The past is the past. And there was no point dwelling on it anymore. Your son was the only light in your life. Without him, you would have been lost in despair and misery. You may not have found love, but you learned to accept what fate gave you.

Everything else was secondary.

God damn, he's still handsome.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you watched Xiaojun put in his order with the waiter. Even after all these years, you still found him attractive. And he noticed you noticing him. His smile widened and he leaned towards you slightly. You held your breath as you smiled politely.

There was no denying that you felt some attraction to him back in your college days. If you weren’t dating Jungwoo back then, you would have jumped on the chance to get with Xiaojun.

But you never acted on those thoughts. There was no reason to start a relationship with him when Jungwoo was willing to be by your side. But that was before there were problems in the relationship. Before you broke up with Jungwoo. Before you found yourself alone.

Back then, everything was perfect. You were the happiest girl alive. Everything seemed so easy. You spent all your time doing fun stuff with your friends and boyfriend. As long as you were with them, you couldn't imagine a life without them.

It was an exciting time in your life. You were young, carefree and optimistic. Life seemed limitless. You had so much hope and dreams. What would you do now that all those hopes and dreams have faded away?

All that was left was regret and pain.

And now here you were, years later, sitting across from him as he gave you a sweet smile. That smile was one thing that always got to you. Especially after all this time. You tried to act natural, but the truth was you felt like you were caught in your own private show. And you weren't the only one noticing him. There were quite a few women gawking and flirting with him, although he seemed to not notice.

Xiaojun stared at you intently for a few moments before speaking. "So how are you doing, Y/N?"

"Eh, good, thanks." You shrugged. "How are you?"

"Glad to be back home." He said, smiling broadly. “I really missed Korean and Chinese food here."

You gave him a small smile. "It’s good to see that you were doing good overseas though."

"It was tough but it was worth all the experiences." Xiaojun grinned.

“I bet.” You nodded, trying not to look at his mouth. Jesus Christ, he still looked edible. You were tempted to lean forward and kiss him, but you managed to hold yourself back. "So Renjun mentioned that you've been asking about me. What's that all about, huh?"

Xiaojun blushed as he fidgeted in his seat. "Uh, well…" He paused. “I guess I just miss hanging out with you and the others."

"Life has gotten in the way, that's all." You sighed. "But I promise I'll try to spend more time with you now that you’re back home."

"Really?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "Like, on a regular basis?"

"Maybe." You grinned sheepishly. "Or maybe not. Depends if you keep bugging me like Renjun always does. I wonder why I'm still friends with him..."

“Ha ha, you wouldn't trade him for the world.” Xiaojun replied with a laugh.

"True that.” You chuckled. “He’s my best friend after all.”

A small silence followed. Both of you simply stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Xiaojun broke the silence. "Listen…I'm sorry about what happened in college. I never meant to hurt you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."

"You never hurt me, Xiaojun." You shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. "I was heartbroken when Jungwoo dumped me and I needed a distraction from the pain. We were both drunk and horny at that frat party. I don't regret that one night with you. I don't blame you for it. None of it was your fault."

"You're a good person, Y/N." Xiaojun muttered quietly.

"Thanks." You replied sincerely. "Sometimes I feel guilty for using you to distract myself. And even after all this time, I can't bring myself to look at you without thinking about Jungwoo. It's a stupid reason, huh?"

"No, it's understandable." Xiaojun smiled gently. "People need distractions sometimes. Plus, that one night turned out to be pretty good for you. You enjoyed yourself, found comfort in someone's arms, and felt loved. It helped you get over your broken heart. Even if it was just for one night."

"Yeah. And thank you for that, by the way." You smiled softly. "For taking care of me that night. For listening to me cry about my ex."

"Don't mention it." Xiaojun said as he waved away the compliment. "You were hurting and I cared about you. You needed some comfort and I wanted to provide that for you."

"That makes me feel better." You laughed. You sucked in a deep breath. “Xiaojun, can I tell you something?”

"Of course." Xiaojun assured you.

You hesitated for a moment. It had been years since you talked to Xiaojun but you hoped that he would understand where you were coming from. After a few minutes, you decided to continue.

"It’s hard for me to say this but…” You took a deep breath. “Xiaojun, you’re a dad…”

“Wait, what?” Xiaojun gasped.

“We have a son,” You answered quickly. “His name is Dongjun.”

Xiaojun blinked several times. “Are you sure he’s mine?”

"You were the last person I had sex with before I found out I was pregnant." You nodded your head and pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures of Dongjun. “He looks exactly like you. Just look at the pictures.”

Xiaojun stared down at the photo of Dongjun on his phone. He took in the picture and blinked slowly. His expression softened as he looked back at you.

“Our son…” He murmured quietly. “Wow.”

“I know you might be mad or disappointed that I didn’t tell you but…” You paused. “I wasn’t ready to face you after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come back to Korea and take care of me and the baby because we had that one night together.”

Xiaojun shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, don't worry about that. I know our relationship is complicated but there is no way I would ever resent you or the baby. In fact, I feel happy to hear that you're raising our son well."

“I’m glad you think that.” You smiled. “I never really talked about you. When Dongjun asks where you are, I just tell him that you had to work somewhere far away. How do you tell a four year old that his mom and dad aren’t even a couple? How do you tell him that his mom and dad were drunk and horny one night and that’s how he was conceived? Telling him that you worked far away was the best option.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Xiaojun sighed. “Can I meet him? Please, Y/N? I would love to meet my son.”

“Of course, I’d like you to meet him.” You agreed, nodding. “And knowing Dongjun, he already loves you very much.”

“I already love him too, you know?” Xiaojun gave a slight laugh. “I wish I had met him earlier. Things would have been different between us. I wouldn’t have gone overseas. I would have stayed and we could have explored if there was truly a connection between us.”

“Maybe things wouldn’t have changed that much.” You reminded him. “Even if you did stay, we were really never together. Not after that one night. All we did was sleep together. There was nothing more than sex going on. You flirted with me, sure. And I needed comfort from a broken heart. So there was nothing binding us together.“

“Yes, there was.” Xiaojun argued. “The first moment I met you, that first time you smiled so sweetly at me when Renjun introduced us, I knew I liked you right away. It’s like I could see you clearly for the first time. The way you walked, your attitude, your body language, everything was so perfect. But you were with Jungwoo at the time. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him, so I just tried to hang out with you whenever possible.”

He sighed, looking at you softly. “After you broke up with Jungwoo, I realized that I was in love with you. That one drunk night at the frat party made me realize how I felt about you. And I never stopped loving you since then.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, suddenly feeling sad.

“I didn’t want you to rush anything. You were healing from a broken heart and I didn’t want to add more problems to your life. I just knew that you needed love and comfort even if it was for one night.” Xiaojun explained. “And I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how I felt.”

“I understand.” You whispered sadly. “But you should have told me sooner. Maybe I felt the same way.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.” Xiaojun said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Did you ever felt anything for me? Like, was there any chance that you could have fallen in love with me?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “If I wasn’t dating Jungwoo back then, I probably would have started to develop feelings for you too. Maybe even developed them into something more.”

“I’m glad you said that.” Xiaojun breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Xiaojun, now that you’re back for good…” You paused. “Do you think that we could give this another shot? Maybe see where things really go between us? If you just want to be friends or just in Dongjun’s life, then it’s fine with me. But I just thought…”

“I want that too.” Xiaojun cut you off. “I want to see where this goes. With you, and Dongjun. I can be the father that Dongjun deserves and I will make sure to devote myself fully to my son and to you.”

“Okay.” You agreed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come. Let’s go see our son.”

It took you but minutes by car to reach your apartment. You reached your door and unlocked it, calling out, “Dongjun! I’m home!”

Dongjun ran out of his room with a huge smile on his face. As soon as he spotted you, he jumped into your arms and gave you a big hug.

“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!” He exclaimed happily.

“I missed you too, baby. Where’s Uncle Jisung?” You questioned, wondering where your younger brother was.

“Uncle Jisung is watching TV.” Dongjun suddenly noticed Xiaojun by the door. “Mommy, who’s that?”

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself.

"Well… Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" You offered nervously.

Dongjun looked between you and Xiaojun curiously, wondering what was going on.

“He looks exactly like me.” Xiaojun muttered. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful child.”

“Dongjun, this is your daddy.” You introduced the two of them.

“Daddy!” Dongjun squealed excitedly, jumping off your lap and running towards Xiaojun. Xiaojun hesitated for a second, still unsure whether he should accept Dongjun’s warm embrace. But after a brief hesitation, he leaned down to hug Dongjun with a big smile.

“Hi Dongjun. I’m your dad.” Xiaojun said softly.

“Dad! Dad! DAD!” Dongjun exclaimed loudly, unable to contain his excitement. He wrapped his tiny arms around Xiaojun’s neck, hugging him tightly.

"Oohh." Xiaojun gasped, surprised by Dongjun’s reaction. His body went rigid and he clutched onto Dongjun even tighter.

"Is everything alright?" You wondered, noticing the tension in the air.

"Uh… Yeah, it's fine." Xiaojun laughed. "Just caught me off guard, that's all. He’s just so energetic."

You nodded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Xiaojun. You’ll get used to it.”

“I love him already.” Xiaojun breathed out. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

You smiled widely. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Xiaojun being so affectionate with Dongjun. This must have meant so much to him.

"We're both so happy that you're here, daddy!" Dongjun exclaimed, planting kisses on Xiaojun's cheeks.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Dongjun." Xiaojun replied gently.

Dongjun giggled and wrapped his arms around Xiaojun's neck once again. Xiaojun laughed at Dongjun's enthusiasm. You grinned and looked at each other, sharing a small laugh.

“This is going to work out really well.”

It had been a few months since Xiaojun had moved into your apartment. Your brother Jisung had moved out and said that he and his friend, Chenle, found an apartment to share. You knew that Jisung didn't want to get involved in the love fest between you and Xiaojun.

Yours and Xiaojun’s relationship slowly began to blossom and develop into something more. It started with a few sweet kisses here and there. Soon enough, they became an everyday occurrence. At first, you were nervous and embarrassed. You wanted to wait until Dongjun grew older before letting him catch you kissing his father. However, you soon realized that letting Xiaojun seduce you was the most exciting thing you had experienced in a long time. And not only that, but seeing Dongjun's excitement while witnessing these intimate moments between you and Xiaojun, well…

It was adorable.

At some point, you started falling for Xiaojun. Hard. Your heart raced every time you saw him and every kiss sent shivers through your entire body. Soon enough, the longing to be with him outweighed everything else in your life. You knew that Dongjun loved Xiaojun as well, which helped ease your worries.

One night, the three of you were watching a movie when Dongjun asked you and Xiaojun a question.

“Mommy, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

You looked over at Dongjun and he was eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Sure, honey. What is it?” You asked.

“Where do babies come from?” He inquired.

You and Xiaojun looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. After a few seconds of silence, you decided to take control of the situation.

“Honey, babies are actually made when mommies and daddies love each other very much.” You told him.

“Ohhh…” Dongjun stared at you and Xiaojun intently. “Then does mommy and daddy love each other very much?”

Xiaojun turned to look at you with a wide grin on his face. “Why yes, my little prince. We do.”

Dongjun beamed at the sight of Xiaojun's prideful expression. Then he looked at you and smiled.

“Does that mean I can have a baby brother or sister?” He asked, nodding vigorously.

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks again, smiling at each other silently. Finally, you pulled Dongjun into a tight hug.

“Of course, honey. One day, I hope that you'll have lots of siblings.” You whispered softly.

“Mmm. I'd like that.” Dongjun murmured, snuggling closer to you. "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy."

You squeezed him tightly. “I love you, sweetie. So much.”

Dongjun eventually fell asleep in your arms. You glanced over at Xiaojun who was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with Dongjun's hair idly.

“Xiaojun?” You called out softly.

“Hmm?” He responded, continuing to play with Dongjun's hair.

“I've always wanted to tell you this.” You admitted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I love you.”

His eyes widened at the sudden confession. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm lips on yours. You felt yourself become flush as you pressed against him.

The moment was broken when Dongjun yawned, causing you to let go of Xiaojun's hands. You watched as he gathered his sleeping son into his arms. The two of them quietly made their way upstairs, leaving you alone downstairs.

Your cheeks were flushed red and your mind was filled with images of Xiaojun making passionate love to you on the sofa. Even though it was completely innocent, you found yourself feeling extremely aroused. You wondered if Xiaojun was feeling the same way.

After tucking in Dongjun, Xiaojun returned to the living room. He sat down beside you and looked at you lovingly. “I love you, Y/N. I want no one but you.”

“Who would have imagine one drunken night would lead to us being together again.” You sighed.

“That night changed everything for us.” Xiaojun agreed. “Our lives haven't been the same ever since.”

“I know.” You sighed, leaning against Xiaojun's chest. “If it weren't for that night, I wouldn't have had Dongjun or met you again.”

Xiaojun nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “Neither of us could have predicted how fate would bring us back together. And I am so grateful that it did.”

Your hands caressed his cheek. “I don't regret a single second we spent apart. I think our time apart made us realize how much we needed each other. Without you, Dongjun would never have existed.”

Xiaojun cupped your face in his hands and leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

“Let's enjoy every minute we have together, okay?” He suggested.

You melted into his touch. Every kiss, every touch felt so right. For the first time in your life, you truly felt like everything was coming together perfectly.

"Yes, Xiaojun." You agreed, nipping his bottom lip playfully. "Should we give our little one a sibling?“

He grinned. “Definitely.”

“Have fun and don’t come back pregnant!” Renjun called out, Johnny laughing next to him.

“Dongjun, be good for the uncles!” Xiaojun called out, Dongjun excitedly chasing Mark.

“Yay! Sleepover with Uncles Renjun, Mark and Johnny!!” Dongjun shouted happily, throwing his arms in the air.

Renjun grabbed hold of him, swinging him around in a circle. “Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

You and Xiaojun exchanged hugs with Dongjun before getting into the car and driving back home. Both you and Xiaojun thought it would be good idea to have the guys take your son for the weekend so that you both can spend some time together alone.

Xiaojun held your hand as he was driving. His thumb gently stroked your fingers, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen later tonight.

The only time you had sex with Xiaojun was that one drunken night all those years ago. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you’ve slept in the same bed but you’ve never touched each other intimately. You didn’t want Dongjun to catch the two of you if you were being sexual in any way shape or form.

But tonight was different.

Tonight you planned to surrender yourself to Xiaojun completely. This time you wanted to remember everything that happened and now that you’re together, it would be easy for you to recall all of the feelings and sensations.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Xiaojun pulled you close and kissed you passionately. You groaned at the taste of his mouth on yours. His strong arms enveloped your waist, holding you firmly against his body. You slid your hands up his muscular arms and ran them through his hair. You savored the sensation of his scalp under your fingertips. His dark locks glistened with drops of sweat as he released his lips from yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“Do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Always.” You breathed, closing the gap between your lips once again.

Xiaojun growled deeply as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned as your tongue met his and instinctively he slipped his hand under your shirt. You gasped as he traced the edge of your bra, your nipples hardening instantly.

"I need you. Right now." He breathed heavily.

Your breathing matched his pace. You peeled off your shirt and unhooked your bra, allowing it to slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. Xiaojun smiled widely as he looked down at your naked breasts.

"God, I forgot how great they looked." He remarked, licking his lips hungrily.

He reached down and took your hands, pulling you closer to him. You stood before him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Suddenly, his mouth was on your left breast, sucking strongly on the nipple. Your hands immediately clutched his head, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t help but moan loudly.

"You know..." He murmured between licks and kisses. "I've always wanted a repeat of that night. To feel your naked skin against mine... to kiss your body... to feel you come for me."

"Me too..." You gasped. "At least this time we're sober."

He laughed as he brought his lips back to your right breast, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your hands continued to run through his hair. You closed your eyes as his warm breath tickled your skin. When his hand finally reached your shorts, you grabbed his hand only to help him pull your pants off. Xiaojun slid his fingers underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You trembled as he played with your clit.

"God, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, chuckling. "And so ready for me."

He pulled away momentarily, to pull his shirt off. He slipped his fingers inside of you as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. Soon enough, his cock was freed from his pants and you wrapped it with your hand. As soon as you started stroking him, his hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck!" He grunted, removing his fingers from you and sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing them to the side.

His eyes met yours as he bent his head down and captured your mouth in a kiss. You moaned as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were still stroking his length as he pushed you towards the sofa.

You sat down, running your hand over his muscular chest. You looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Xiaojun..."

"Yeah baby?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I... suck you off?" You requested, leaning forwards.

"Oh god." He breathed. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head.

"Y/N..." He groaned as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

You hummed as you sucked, using your tongue to flick it quickly across the tip of his shaft. Xiaojun slowly stroked your hair as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. His own eyes were half-closed as he basked in the pleasure.

You took more of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down slowly. You could hear him moaning in pleasure as you moved your mouth faster and faster. He gripped the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. You could feel his member throbbing as you took him deeper and deeper.

You began to increase your speed, taking more of him into your mouth at a rapid pace. Xiaojun grunted as he reached his limit, jerking his hips violently. You kept going until he was completely spent, spurting his hot cum onto your tongue.

You swallowed his seed greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of it. After cleaning his cock with your tongue, you withdrew your lips from his member and rested your head on his thigh. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Good job, baby." He praised, running his hands through your hair. "You're amazing. But I'm not done yet."

He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Your tongues tangled in a heated embrace as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Xiaojun began to stroke your inner thighs, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Xiaojun...please...inside me..." You whimpered, unable to hide your desire.

"Not yet." He whispered huskily. "You've been so good for me already. I don't want to stop just yet."

Xiaojun knelt in front of you, kneeling on the floor. He pulled your legs apart, admiring the view. Your pussy was swollen and wet, calling out to him. He bent down and kissed your inner thigh softly, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered uncontrollably. Xiaojun raised his eyes to meet yours.

"Open your legs wider." He commanded, gently pushing your knees further apart.

"Mmm..." You moaned. "Yes, Xiaojun..."

You were lost in ecstasy as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, one by one. You could feel his fingers spreading your moist lips apart, exposing your swollen pink flesh to his gaze. He lowered his head to lick your slit delicately. You could feel your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. Xiaojun lifted his head to stare at your flushed cheeks, grinning widely.

"Your body is perfect." He remarked, tracing the outline of your lips with his index finger.

With one swift motion, he plunged his finger inside of you, making you cry out. He moved his hand slowly, circling your g-spot while also stimulating your clitoris with his thumb. The combination of pleasure overwhelmed you and soon you were clawing at the sofa cushion in an attempt to grab onto something.

"Xiaojun, please...oh my god!" You cried, unable to contain yourself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked softly, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh.

You nodded vigorously, unable to find words.

"Say it, baby." He urged.

"Please... fuck me." You begged, panting heavily.

Xiaojun got up off the ground and looked at you. You had the cutest blush on your face as you gazed up at him. He cupped your cheek, smiling brightly at you. "Come here."

He walked towards the bedroom, dragging you behind him. Once he got there, he sat on the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.

"Y/N, I love you." He said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter where we go, no matter what our life has become... I will always love you. Please believe that."

He looked deep into your eyes, watching as tears began to stream down your face. "I love you too." You choked, tears falling freely.

His eyes softened and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Let's get married. Let's give Dongjun brothers and sisters to play with."

You closed the gap between you and planted a tender kiss on his lips. You felt his erection growing beneath you and slowly maneuvered yourself to sit atop him. His fingers wrapped around your waist as you settled yourself comfortably on top of him. Xiaojun caressed your face with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, looking into your eyes.

He slid one of his hands down to grip your ass, lifting you slightly. You sighed as he pressed himself against you. The tip of his cock nudged against your opening, getting you excited once again. Xiaojun groaned, pressing forward slightly. You threw your head back and forth as you felt his member slip inside of you. Xiaojun leaned down and pulled your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. You moaned as you felt the fullness inside of you.

"God... Xiaojun, that feels so good." You panted.

He lowered you down and continued to thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot every single time. His hands held tightly onto your butt as he pulled you harder and harder onto him. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

"Oh shit... Y/N... baby, I'm gonna-" He started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"Xiaojun...not yet..." You mumbled against his lips. "I don't want it to end just yet."

Xiaojun chuckled softly and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands through his hair as you pressed against him. He continued to thrust rhythmically into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and you moaned loudly.

"Cum for me, baby." Xiaojun ordered.

You dug your nails into his back as he picked up his pace. Xiaojun knew exactly when to slow down or intensify his movements. Every time he touched you in the most intimate of places, it sent chills all throughout your body. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, nails scratching against the material. You bit your lip hard as Xiaojun fucked you harder than ever before.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." Xiaojun warned. "Fucking... shoot my load inside of you."

"Fuck, Xiaojun...please!" You cried, grasping at his back. "Cum in me!"

"Ahhh fuck... Y/N!" Xiaojun cried out, losing control. He pulled your hips back to meet his strokes, burying his entire shaft inside of you. You screamed out in pure ecstasy as he filled you with his cum. His cock pulsated inside of you as he came, coating your insides with his warm fluids. Xiaojun fell limply onto the bed beside you, both of you panting heavily. You rolled over to face him, gasping for air. He grinned at you as you traced your fingertips along his jawline.

"That was incredible." You declared, giving him a passionate kiss.

Xiaojun pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your body. You snuggled close to him as you let out a content sigh.

"So what do you say?" Xiaojun whispered into your ear. "Would you like to be my wife?"

"Yes." You whispered back, giggling. "Of course. I want no one but you and Dongjun. Only us. Always."

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct smut #wayv #nct xiaojun #xiao dejun #xiaojun #way xiaojun #xiaojun smut

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Kinktober day 3: Daddy

Tag list: @onehotgreasymechanic @resident-gay-bitch CW: Use of term daddy, fingering, p in v sex, fem!reader, praise kink, restraints,

“Daddy.”

It was a soft whimper that left him speechless as it left your lips. His fingers had been roaming tirelessly over your body as you both laid out on the couch, him tucked behind you. He wasn’t even trying to tease you but hewas. Eddie had an obsession with touching you. No matter where you were, his hand would always find itself on your body. Not that you mind one bit.

He lifted his head off the arm of the couch and looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie that was playing on screen.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, his hand stopping halfway up your shirt.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, embarrassed deeply at the fact you let it slip. You tried to cover your face but his free hand was stopping you. You had never gotten the drift that he was into that sort of thing but after reading an erotic novel where the main character thirsted after a man similar to the likes of your boyfriend, you couldn’t get the thought of it out of your mind.

“Don’t be shy,” he said, “You said it once.”

“No-”

“I said, say it.” He said as he gripped your jaw, turning your head to look at him. His mouth was mere inches away from yours as he loomed over top of you, brown eyes staring down into yours, “Or I’ll stop touching you.”

Your bottom lip quivered and you felt the blush rise to your cheeks as you muttered it again, a soft “daddy”, but it was enough to get the wanted reaction from him. Plush, full lips were on yours in an instant as his hand shifted directions and dipped into the front of your jeans, rubbing you through the fabric of your thin panties.

“Fuckin look at you,” he groaned against your mouth, his breath mingling with your own as you both panted, “God, baby, you’re soaked already.”

And it was embarrassing as you felt just how turned on you were, your arousal already slipping down your ass. Even though it was muffled by the thickness of your jeans, you could still hear the slick of your pussy as his fingers slid through your folds, tantalizingly slowly.

“Let daddy take care of you, hm?” His nose brushed against your ear, warm lips leaving a trail of goosebumps as his breath fleshed out over your sensitive skin.

He moved from his spot behind you until he was in between your legs, skilled nimble fingers plucking the buttons of your jeans and pulling them down your shaky legs. You sat up a bit, watching as his tongue dredged over the lacey fabric of your black panties - his favorite pair. It only drove him wilder to see your soft skin against the intricate details but even he couldn't resist the urge to slip them down your legs.

Something had changed in his expression. He went from lighthearted touches to down right needy and intense gazes. Maybe you had been holding back on this daddy thing for far too long or maybe he had, too.

"Open your mouth," he mumbled as he balled your panties up into his fist and you knew what was coming.

"No, daddy." Your bottom lip pouted and you turned your head away from him.

You felt your body being jerked down to his level, your thighs falling up over his. You watched his jaw flex as he swallowed harshly, brown eyes staring down at you so intensely that you gulped.

"I said...open your mouth." Eddie quickly licked his lips, his voice low and level, "Do I need to spank you?"

'Oh fuck' you thought to yourself as your lips parted, your eyes staring straight into his as his fingers pushed the lace panties into your mouth. The taste of your pussy filled your mouth, clinging to your dry tongue as he finished slipping the last bit in. Embarrassment plagued your face and your arousal grew deeper as he placed a kiss to your stuffed lips.

"Good girl," he mumbled, "Was it so hard to just shut up and do as you were told for once?"

He sat back once again on his knees, the couch dipping with his movements. You watched, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as he unfastened his belt and jerked it out of his belt loops in a swift motion.

He helped you over onto your stomach, fingers sliding down over your bare ass before he gave a firm slap that seemed to echo in the quiet room. He laughed to himself when you pushed your hips back against his hand, searching for another spanking.

"Think you can just get what you want by poking that pretty ass out hm, baby?" He sucked his teeth and shook his head as he spread your cheeks apart and spit right over your hole, watching as it slipped down and mingled with the arousal from your dripping cunt.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." Eddie sighed to himself, "Calling me daddy got you this turned on?"

You tried to answer him but your voice was muffled by your panties, so you settled for a slight nod as you pushed back against him, desperate for something - anything other than the feeling of the cool air hitting your most sensitive parts.

He spread your pussy open with both of his thumbs on either side, his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, earning a needy whine from you as his tongue slipped inside of you. You let your eyes slip closed as you felt his tongue curl inside of your opening, your hand reaching back to grip his hair to desperately bring him closer.

And just as soon as his tongue was in you, he was leaning back away from you, pulling his hair from your fingers.

"You're grabby today, huh?" He snorted, picking his belt back up off the floor.

Before you knew it, your hands were secured tightly behind your back with his belt weaved in between your wrists, much to your dissatisfaction that was quickly whisked away when you saw him, out the corner of your eye, stand up from the couch and remove his own pants and boxers.

He was back on the couch within seconds, knocking your legs wider with his own as he reached forward and pushed your head down into the cushion.

"Look at daddy's good girl," Eddie mumbled in your ear as he leaned forward over you, draping his body as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he whispered softly, "You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you for doing what you wanted for a change. I love that you trusted me enough to see this side of you...I'm so proud of you."

Your cunt throbbed at his words but you felt the weight of them more than anything in your chest. You felt the weight of him disappear from on top of you and you turned your head slightly to look back and see his hand sliding up and down his cock. He slid closer and you pressed back against him yet again as you felt his cock press at your entrance.

Eddie watched as his cock disappeared inside of you, his jaw slack as he felt himself being swallowed by your warmth. He gripped the leather belt for leverage as he pulled you further back against him, pressing as deep as he could inside of you.

You felt yourself being stretched inch by inch as he sunk into you, burying himself as deep as possible as he pressed his hips flush against yours.

"Fuck," he panted behind you, pulling out almost entirely just to roughly thrust himself back inside of you, "God, you're so good for me, Y/N."

His hips undulated against yours, plunging his cock in and out at a steadfast pace. You were a whimpering drooling mess underneath him, pushing back against each thrust as you felt his free hand slip underneath you. His fingers quickly circled your clit, your body tensing at the sensation.

"Gonna cum for daddy, Y/N?" His voice was just a breathy moan now, "Cum all over daddy's cock, baby...need to feel it."

And before you could stop yourself, as if you ever would, your pussy clenched and pulsed around him, your cries muffled, as your orgasm seeped down the inside of your legs, tears filling your eyes as you felt his hips stutter and then the warmth of his orgasm filling you as he thrust one final time, roughly, into you.

You could feel his sweaty forehead pressed to your shoulder, his body draped over yours once again as he took a minute to catch his breath. Weakly, his fingers pinched and pulled your panties from your mouth, a lewd trail of saliva forming from it to your lips.

"You okay, baby?" His voice was soft again, caring, as he pulled out of you and helped you move to lay on your back.

"Perfect," you said as you caught your breath, "Daddy..."

"Oh goddamnit, Y/N."

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Stranger Things fanfic #Stranger Things #Joseph Quinn #Kinktober #Eddie Munson Smut #Smut #thefreakymunson

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fettuccin-e · 2 years

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Hey, congrats on over 1.2k followers! This isn’t from the prompt list, but could you use the prompt “be a good girl and spread your legs” with Santiago Garcia (and if possible, use Daddy kink + Creampie as well)? Love your writing 🥰

hello??? omg daddy!santi i literally can't breathe rn,, i want him to take care of me bestie and I think he would so well,,, honestly i think that he's def one of those guys that's like "i'm gruff and angsty but i'll do anything for my girl" he is such daddy material thank you for the prompt bestie i hope you like this

A Night Like This

(Tags: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader, daddy kink, fem!reader, unprotected piv, dom/sub dynamics, oral m&f recieving)

Santi knows what the night is going to look like the moment you stumble through the door of your shared home, your face flushed and eyebrows furrowed. There’s a fire behind the tiredness in your eyes, a lingering anger from your day at work that you usually make an effort to leave behind before you get home. But sometimes, he knows, circumstances can’t be helped.

Santi knows this, he knows you. He understands what you need right now, he’s seen it before. His wife is beautiful, intelligent, independent, but you need to be taken care of sometimes, even when you refuse it.

“Welcome home, baby,” he murmurs, capturing you in his arms while you nestle your head into his broad chest.

“Daddy?” you whisper. It’s a short question of permission, an unspoken please take care of me that Santi is all too eager to follow.

“Yeah, baby? You want daddy tonight?” He says, stroking a hand down your back and relishing in how you shiver under his touch. Needy. Fucking desperate.

“Please.”

Santi doesn’t need you to ask twice. He pulls your body toward him, rough and unforgiving. “Alright baby. I want you to take off your clothes and go kneel by our bed, okay? Can you do that for me?” You nod quickly, but it’s not good enough for Santi. A gentle grip around your jaw, he forces your eyes to meet his. “You know I need words, sweet girl.”

“Yes, daddy, I can do that,” you mumble, and Santi smiles at you softly.

“Good girl,” he says, and your knees nearly buckle right then and there. He pecks you quickly on the lips before nudging you toward the bedroom, a not-so-subtle command that you are more than happy to follow.

It doesn’t take long for you to strip yourself bare and get into position at the edge of the bed, kneeling quietly while you wait for Santi. He always gives you more time than you need, not wanting to have to punish you if he can help it. Of course, there are the nights that you need to be punished, that you purposefully strip extra slow, that you lay on the bed instead of kneeling beside it. Those nights live behind your eyelids, in your dreams; scathing memories of red handprints on your ass and Santi refusing to let you cum burned into your soul. Those nights are wonderful, painful and real, but you don’t want to be punished tonight.

No, tonight you want to be good for Santi, for your daddy. You want to follow all of the rules, make him proud of you. You want him to pet your hair and give you his tongue and fingers and cock and make you cum until tears are dripping down your cheeks and your voice is hoarse from screaming. You want to be the best you can possibly be, a good girl for your daddy.

You resist the urge to look at Santi when you hear your bedroom door open and close, knowing what awaits you. You know that Santi is stripped bare, just like you are, but while you feel vulnerable and delicate, Santi radiates heat and dominance above you, strong and unyielding.

“Perfect job, baby,” he says into the quiet of the room. “You look so pretty for me, princesa.” He crosses in front of you to sit on the bed, and you finally allow yourself to rake your eyes over the expanse of his body. His strong shoulders looming over you, his broad chest, littered with dark hairs. His stomach, softer after years of marriage and eating many meals together without the threat of being shipped off on another mission. His thighs, thick and hairy, spread beside your head. And his cock, god, his cock. It stands hard and huge and dripping just before your mouth, practically begging for your touch.

“Go ahead, baby,” he says, noting your flushed cheeks and pupils blown wide with arousal. “Suck daddy’s cock.”

You surge forward in an instant, capturing the tip in your hot mouth and reveling in Santi’s choked gasp of surprise. You sink down slowly, taking the time to run your tongue over every vein with every inch. He’s thick and musky on your tongue, his precum salty in the back of your throat, and you can already feel everything drifting away, your eyes fluttering shut.

Santi winds a hand into your hair as he watches you sink down onto him, your pretty mouth hot and sticky wet around his cock. It never fails to make him throb, the way the tension seeps out of your shoulders while your lips stretch around him. So pretty, so needy and good for him. “Gonna start moving now, okay sweetheart?” You moan softly and nod around his cock, not wanting to drag yourself off him, but thankfully, Santi doesn’t make you. He uses his grip in your hair to drag you back, before forcing you just as quickly back down until the tip budges against the back of your throat. You moan again, the vibrations moving up Santi’s spine in overwhelming pleasure.

He uses you like a fucking toy, dragging your hot mouth up and down while your nails dig into his thighs. You feel far away, so far, in a world where there’s only this room, where there’s only you and Santi and Santi’s cock in your mouth. You focus on breathing through your nose as Santi nudges himself down the length of your throat, whispering little praises of “Mierda, sweetheart, so fucking hot and tight, shit.”

Santi doesn’t realize he’s about to cum until his cock is already throbbing with his impending orgasm. You’re already too far gone, happy to suck and lick at him for hours, but when you look so pretty and good and soft for him, Santi knows he can’t last. It takes every ounce of strength for him to drag your mouth away from him, the length of him slapping heavily against his thigh while you look up at him, your eyes drooping and mouth messy with your spit. Santi has no idea how someone can look both sweet and fucking sinful at the same time.

“Get on the bed, princesa,” he murmurs at you, and you blink slowly at him before standing on shaky legs and moving to lay yourself back on the sheets. You look edible, Santi thinks as he moves to loom over your shaky body. You look at him like he’s hung the moon and the stars for you, and though he would, in a heartbeat, it still shocks him to the core how much you trust him, how much you love him. The look in your eyes always makes Santi’s heart beat harder in his chest, makes his skin buzz. He’d do anything for you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for Daddy, baby,” he murmurs, placing his hands on your knees to press them apart. Your pussy is positively dripping, red and puffy for him. Your cheeks burn as you realize how wet you truly are; your thighs feel sticky and you can feel your wetness dripping down your slit onto the bed sheets below. But Santi’s pupils are blown wide, his tongue licking absentmindedly at his plush lips.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, even though he already knows what you want. You both know. But Santi wants you to ask.

“Daddy,” you whine, but Santi shushes you, kissing at the insides of your thighs. So close, and yet, so terribly far.

“What baby?”

“I want, fuck, want you to eat my pussy, Daddy. Please?” you mumble. You would be embarrassed, except for the fact that Santi doesn’t give you any time to be ashamed as he dives into your dripping cunt like a man starved. The slurping of his tongue into your soaked slit is obscene, but you can barely hear it, too drowned out by your own whines and cries. Your hands grip Santi’s hair, keeping him glued to your pussy, as if he’d want to be anywhere else. He licks into your throbbing entrance, thrusting his tongue as deep inside you as he can, before moving up to latch onto your clit. He sucks hard, and your body lurches up in response, choking on air.

“Daddy, daddy, oh fuck, oh God,” you mumble incoherently, barely able to remember your own name. Santi eats your pretty cunt like he’ll never get the chance to do it again, licking and sucking on your clit as one of his hands leaves your thighs to sink two fingers into you. Your walls flutter with your heartbeat, overwhelmed and stuttering.

Your head thrashes against the soft sheets as Santi spreads his fingers apart and stretches you open oh-so-slowly. His fingers are thicker than yours, calloused and pressing into your sticky walls.

He uses his strong arms to keep your twitching hips on the bed as he continues to suck feverishly at your clit, moaning softly into your cunt as you whine for him.

“Daddy, please, please fuck me,” you manage to choke out, tears starting to leak down your cheeks. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum Daddy. Don’t wanna- don’t wanna cum without your cock in me.” Even to your own ears, you sound pathetic and wrecked.

Santi finds it in himself to pull away from your pretty clit for just a moment to grunt out, “Go ahead and cum, sweet girl. I’ll give you my cock, but only if you cum for me.”

With his permission and his fingers still driving harshly into your sopping pussy, it doesn’t take long at all for you to gush hard over Santi’s mouth and fingers, your stomach cramped up and thighs twitching. Santi watches in awe, enraptured by the sight of your writhing body.

“Good girl,” he mumbles against you, and you can only sob in response. With a last little kiss to your sensitive clit, he rises over you again, bracing an arm over your head while the other grabs at his cock. You flinch away, too sensitive when he rubs the sticky tip against your entrance, but Santi just kisses you, slowly and deliberately, as he sinks in.

“Don’t run from me, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth. “You can take it, hermosa. You’re my good girl, right? You gonna take Daddy’s cock?”

You can barely answer him, only able to mumble, “daddy, daddy, daddy,” like a prayer as he finally bottoms out against you, his heavy balls pressed tight against your ass.

“That’s it, honey,” Santi breathes. He grabs at one of your thighs to drape your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide. He’s so fucking deep like this, thick cock stretching you out, ruining your little pussy.

He doesn’t waste a moment, knowing that you need to be fucked hard, harder than usual. You don’t want to think on a night like this, Santi knows, you want to be fucked until you can’t possibly have a thought in your pretty head. Santi drives into you, harsh and unrelenting, bullying deep into your little pussy without remorse. Your nails dig hard into his shoulders as he ruts into you, forcing little moans from your throat with every thrust.

The world seems hazy like this. You’re only able to feel Santi, see Santi, fucking smell him and taste him. He fucks you like he wants to destroy you, leave you wrecked and open for him to take again and again and again. You can’t speak anymore; you can barely think past the feeling of Santi breaking you open on his fat cock.

“Fuck yeah, baby, take it. Take it. Take daddy’s cock,” Santi grunts, sounding like an animal. “Gonna fill this pussy up, right princesa?”

“Yes, yes, daddy, yes.” You gasp, and you can feel your tummy cramp up again, your pussy fluttering.

“Cum, hermosa. Cum right fucking now.” Santi snarls, sounding dangerous and savage as he fucks into you, and how could you possibly refuse him?

Your body tightens like you’ve been struck by lightning, your back lifting off the bed in an almost painful arch as you shake and cum over Santi’s cock.

“Yeah, baby, that’s so good. You’re so fucking good, mi amor, fuck-“ Santi’s orgasm follows quickly after yours, his broad body slumping down you gather you in his arms, every inch of your sweaty bodies wrapped together. He holds your body close, tucking his face into the crook of his neck as his cock pulses and floods your pretty pussy.

Even as you both shake, coming down slowly, so slowly from your orgasms, Santi doesn’t let you go. He never does on nights like these. He just holds you, keeping you pressed close as your breathing returns to normal.

He speaks softly into your hair, “you alright, amor?”

He grins when you giggle softly, your eyes opening to gaze at him. “Never better, baby,” you whisper, your voice raspy.

“You wanna talk about your day?”

“To be honest, babe,” you laugh again, voice raspy but so filled with love you can barely choke the words out. “ I barely remember it now.”

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No Funny Business (Frank Castle x Reader)

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A/N: I wrote this in two hours and it’s not beta read so if you see any mistakes, that’s why! Sorry, but neighbor/dad’s best friend!frank will always put me on my knees. Enjoy!

Requests are open!

Summary: Frank catches you throwing a party while your parents are out of town. When you get him alone, neither of you can stand the tension that’s been bubbling up between you since you moved in.

(Warnings: oh my god this is PURE filth, p in v, oral (female receiving), spitting in mouths??, porn with plot tbh, age gap, use of daddy (but you’re not calling Frank daddy so???)

“We’re going to be gone for less than 24 hours. We’ll be back at 10 o’clock sharp.” Your dad paused for emphasis and pointed his finger at you. “No funny business, you hear me? Frank will be watching the house and listening for any loud music or parties going on here.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes in your dad’s face. He wasn’t always this hard on you when your parents left town for the night, but a disastrous party a few years ago had ruined any chance of them trusting you with the house again. So much booze had been spilled throughout the night that you could still smell the stink of it sometimes, even though you had paid for the entire house to be re-carpeted.

“Dad,” you pointed out, “I’m 25. Don’t you think I’m a little too old for a babysitter?”

He shot you a scolding look. His left eyebrow always twitched when he was stressed, and as he looked over you, you noticed it start to have small spasms.

“No. Funny. Business.”

You feigned innocence and nodded. You weren’t complaining that Frank may come around – he was older and hot and your dad’s best friend, which somehow made him hotter – but you were most certainly inviting a few friends over to hang out tonight.

Your parents loaded the last of their belongings in the car, and your dad shot you a look that warned severe consequences if he heard anything about you or the house while he was gone.

You smiled, waving as they backed out of the driveway and drove their car down the street. It wasn’t until they had turned the corner and you had counted to thirty that you booked it inside, hurrying to change into an outfit more appropriate for a party. Your friends were well aware that your parents would be leaving town for the night, and word had spread fairly quickly that you would be throwing a party while they were gone.

Frank was an obstacle that you had already accounted for. He usually didn’t get home until late anyways, but if he happened to stop by, you were planning on offering him booze and some fun in exchange for his silence. It had worked before, and Frank was good on his word that he wouldn’t tell your dad about the parties you threw when he was gone.

The last party you’d thrown was for your 25th birthday, and Frank had come over with a bottle of tequila and a kiss as your present. It was an innocent peck on the cheek, one that you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to remember, but the thought of it kept you awake at night, biting your lip to quiet your moans as you came all over your fingers.

Frank lived by himself and was always nice to you, even when your parents would spend hours talking his ear off about how irresponsible you were. He had helped you change your tire a few times, and even offered to be the guy you called when you were too drunk and needed a ride home. He was a gentleman, one you’d been dying to sink your teeth into forever, but he was also your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor. Frank was off-limits, technically, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him rutting into you when he came over for dinner.

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, and you had to take a breath before pulling your tight dress on. A girl could dream, you supposed.

Hours later, the party was going spectacularly. There were at least 75 people milling around your kitchen and living room, and even more in your backyard. The music was loud, but you didn’t really care. It was a Saturday, and your other neighbors were usually so drunk by 7:30 that they didn’t remember anything anyways.

You brought the red cup to your lips, sipping straight tequila and glancing around the living room. ‘No Worries’ by Lil Wayne was playing on the loudspeakers, and you nodded your head to the beat. You were known for throwing wild parties, but you preferred to sit on the sidelines and observe during them. People were fascinating, and you loved how easy it was to pick up on who was fucking who from your hometown.

“I’m pretty sure this counts as funny business.”

Frank’s husky voice in your ear startled you, causing your drink to fumble in your hands. Most of the tequila you had been sipping on spilled down the front of your dress, and you let out a small yelp as the material absorbed the liquor.

“Ah shit,” Frank chuckled, “Sorry ‘bout that, sweets.”

You were fairly sober, mostly just a little tipsy, but that didn’t stop you from giggling into your palm about the situation.

“It’s okay, Frankie.” You moved to shuffle past him, heading towards the kitchen to get a towel, when Frank’s hands grazed your waist. You abruptly stopped moving and turned to face him. His face was centimeters away from yours, and you were pretty sure he could smell the booze on your breath.

“Let me,” he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up the stairs. You followed him into your bedroom, confused as to how he knew where you slept, but you didn’t question it. When you made it to the bathroom, Frank started opening cabinets and drawers, searching for what you could only assume to be a towel.

“They’re in the closet.” You tipped your head towards the linen closet on the other side of the bathroom. You leaned against the counter, watching Frank’s back muscles adjust as he bent down to search for a towel.

When he had finally found the thing he was searching for, Frank made his way across the room again. His arms encased you, and you nearly swore under your breath. Frank’s chest was close to yours, closer than you were used to with him. The sound of the sink turning on behind you was alarming.

Duh. He was getting the towel wet so that he could clean the tequila out of your dress. No other reason. You felt your cheeks go warm and tried to look anywhere but at the very large man in front of you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you earlier.” Frank breathed, focusing on the stain beginning to form on your torso. He sat down on one knee and began lightly rubbing the stain.

“It’s fine.” You smiled, watching as his tongue darted out the corner of his mouth.

“Your dad probably won’t be too happy to hear about his little girl throwing a rager while he’s gone.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, since he won’t be finding out, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He glanced up, smirking.

“I certainly won’t be the one to tell him.” His eyes dropped back down, refocusing on the task at hand.

“Good.” You breathed. Frank’s hand was getting alarmingly close to the underside of your boobs, and it was getting harder to focus. He didn’t look like he was getting turned on, but Frank was a hard man to read.

As his hand moved higher, his pinkie lightly brushed the front of your skintight dress, right over your nipple.

You coughed to try and cover up the embarrassing moan that left your body, but Frank’s hand halted. You could feel red creeping up your neck, and you looked away in embarrassment.

His finger slowly moved again, darting over the same spot. You let out a slow breath and looked down, only to find his eyes boring into yours. He did it again, and you couldn’t help the moan that crawled out of your throat.

“You like that, baby?” His voice was huskier than you’d ever heard it, and you had to focus on not falling to your knees in front of him. He dropped the towel and shifted his body, placing one hand on your waist while the other kept a constant rotation around your hard nipple.

“Oh god, yes.” You moaned, not caring anymore if he heard how desperate you were. The low chuckle he let out was sinful. He was still on one knee in front of you, and you tried very hard not to let this position go to your head. Either way, you had already agreed to carve this memory into your brain for when you got lonely at night.

Frank’s hands made their way down your hips, cupping the back of your knees and pulling your legs apart. His sharp intake of breath had you smirking. You weren’t wearing any underwear, and you could feel your wetness beginning to slide down your inner thighs.

Frank’s fingers ran up the inside of your legs, stopping to swipe some of your arousal onto his fingertips. He glanced up at you and brought his hand to his lips, tasting you. You resisted the urge to squeeze your thighs together. What a sight to behold: Frank Castle, on his knees for you, licking your juices off his fingers.

“Sweet.” He mumbled, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. “You want this, baby?”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider and pulling your dress up to give him full access, “Fuck yes, I want this.”

The smirk that formed on his face shouldn’t have been so fucking hot. He leaned in, and the second his tongue touched your clit you knew you were a goner. His tongue expertly swirled around the bundle of nerves, sucking and licking in perfect intervals. Your knees shook as his fingers began to toy with your entrance, not fully pushing them in, but swiping over it a few times.

“Please, Frank.” You groaned as he licked a burning stripe up your core, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. He finally pushed two fingers in your hole, pumping them slowly. The noises you were making were obscene, but you didn’t care.

His tongue picked up speed, swiping over your clit so fast that you thought you would pass out. He added another finger into you, and you were blinded by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, “shit, shit shit shit.” You were panting now, knees shaking so badly that you were seconds away from falling down. Frank’s strong body held you in place though, and the orgasm he drew from you was dreadfully sinful. Your vision ran white, and you swore you saw stars as he licked you through your orgasm. He didn’t pull his fingers out of you, or stop flicking his tongue over your clit, until you were a sobbing, blissed out mess in his hands.

Your heart was pounding harder than it ever had, but when Frank stood to his full height, towering over you, and brought his fingers to your mouth, you swore your heart fully stopped.

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around the rough pads. His eyes darkened, and you could’ve sworn he almost let out a moan. When you were done licking him clean, his hand moved swiftly to your jaw, cupping it tight enough to make you groan, but not tight enough to hurt.

“I wonder if daddy knows how filthy his little girl’s mouth is.” Frank muttered, pushing his body into yours. The counter was digging into your back, but your brain was so heavily focused on Frank that you couldn’t seem to muster up enough effort to care. Frank let your jaw go with a push. His hands fisted the bottom of your dress, still pushed up around your waist, and pulled it over your head.

You were now bare in front of your hot, older neighbor, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you’d already gotten tonight.

“God damn, sweetheart.” Frank’s voice was thick as he ran his thumb over your pebbled nipple. The overstimulation from your first orgasm was still present, but the thought of having Frank inside of you was too exciting for you to complain about it.

Frank gripped the underside of your thighs and hoisted you onto the counter. You yelped at the coldness touching your ass and legs, but quickly forgot about it when Frank lifted his shirt over his head.

You’d seen Frank shirtless before countless times. At neighborhood barbeques, swimming with your parents, and even watering his lawn, but you gulped anyways. Frank was a sight to behold. Broad shoulders led down to muscular arms. A wide chest ran into a toned torso and so many abs you couldn’t count them.

The sound of Frank’s belt clinking brought you out of your lusty haze. His boots were next. Then, in a swift movement, Frank pushed his pants and underwear down, baring himself to you fully. Your eyes widened at his cock, thick and veiny and hard.

“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You nodded, stuttering out a yes before Frank pulled your ass to the edge of the counter, gripping your thighs like his life depended on it.

“’ve wanted to do this since you moved in five years ago, baby.” Frank mumbled into your neck, biting softly before licking over the mark. His cock was resting at your entrance, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.

“Why didn’t you?” Your voice came out in a breathy moan.

“Didn’t know you wanted it, too.”

“I don’t believe that.” You muttered, digging your nails into his shoulders, “I’ve had a crush on you since you introduced yourself.”

Frank gripped his cock, swiping it over your entrance.

“Fucking tease.” You mutter, lightly biting his jaw.

He chuckled and in one swift movement, pushed himself into you. The breath vanished from your lungs, and you let out a stunted moan at his length stretching you out. He gave you two seconds to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you again.

His pace was animalistic. He pounded into you, gripping your ass so tightly that you knew you’d have bruises the next day. His lips found yours in a searing kiss and his tongue plunged into your mouth, licking every corner. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. The lustful look in his eyes was something you’d never let yourself forget.

Your moans filled the room, followed by the sound of skin slapping skin and Frank’s muted groans as he thrusted into you. He was fucking you so hard you thought you might not walk for a week afterwards.

Frank’s thrusts became sloppy, and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out in question.

“Oh fuck, baby. You want me to spit into your mouth?”

You nodded, whining. He obliged, gripping your open jaw and spitting onto your tongue. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and you let out a wild, obscene groan.

Frank let out a loud grunt, probably the loudest noise he’d made all night, and pushed himself all the way into you. His eyes were wild and lustful as he came in warm spurts, coating your walls in white.

You panted, leaning back and resting your head on the mirror. Frank was breathing into your shoulder, lightly running his fingers along the sides of your thighs.

“Holy shit.” you muttered, chuckling. “Holy shit.”

Frank smirked, kissing you on the nose and pulling out of you. You both groaned at the friction. Frank leaned into your hold, lifting you off the counter and carrying you into your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, hovering over you and planting small kisses around your face.

The party, which you had completely forgotten about until now, was still going strong downstairs. You glanced around your bedroom and then looked at Frank.

“How did you know where my bedroom was?” You asked.

Frank laughed and tipped his chin in the direction of your window. You glanced over, realizing that directly across from your window was Frank’s bedroom window.

“Oh god, I hope I’ve been closing the blinds.” You mutter, giggling.

“You forget, sometimes.” He kisses your nose again.

“Whoops!” You laugh.

The next morning, you’re awoken with soft kisses on your thigh. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, only to find Frank, fully dressed, laying his head on your legs and grinning.

“Good morning, sleepy head. You’ve got a lot of cleaning to do and only about an hour and a half to do it.”

Frank’s word process in your sleep addled brain, and your eyes go wide when you realize you had fallen asleep next to Frank and didn’t clean up the party like you’d planned to.

“Oh shit!”

You jumped out of bed, pulling your legs out from under Frank’s head. You bounced around your room, pulling on any articles of clothing within reach. As you stumbled down the stairs, you realized in horror that the house looked like a disaster. Frank’s heavy footsteps behind you were the only thing keeping you from crying.

“Baby, relax, okay? I’ll help you. We’ll get it cleaned, don’t worry.”

“Frank, you don’t have to do that. This is my fault. Of course, this would happen. I get the best dick of my life and then the next day my parents murder me for ruining their house.”

“Best dick of your life, huh?” Frank chuckled, grabbing a garbage bag from the kitchen.

You scoffed and grabbed the broom, praying you’d be able to clean the mess up before your parents came home and killed you.

Frank, as it turns out, is an impeccable cleaner. He guided you through the house, giving you a task in each room until the house looked the way it had before the party. You had just finished putting the cleaning supplies away when your parents' car pulled into the driveway.

Frank quickly sat down at the bar, sipping his coffee and pretending to read the newspaper. You tried to look natural, grabbing the eggs out of the fridge and cracking them into a bowl. This was a totally normal morning. No sex to be had here, dad!

Your dad’s booming voice had you clutching an egg so tightly that you almost crushed it between your fingers.

“Frank! How was she? Anything crazy happen?”

Frank smiled at your dad, instantly putting on a I-definitely-didn't-have-sex-with-your-daughter-last-night face.

“Oh, she was great. Totally a good girl, right?” He glanced at you, and you turned your full attention onto whisking the eggs.

“Mhmm.” You bit your lip to hide your smirk.

Your mom appeared in the doorway and looked at your randomly thrown together outfit in disdain.

“Honey, maybe next time we have company, wear something more suitable, yeah?”

You glanced down, fully taking in the outfit you had put on. Nothing says hungover and thoroughly fucked like your old Carebear sweatpants and a shirt that read “I heart Dilfs”.

You nodded at your mom and shot Frank a glance as your parents made their way to the living room. The smug bastard was chuckling into his coffee, pretending to read the newspaper again. You didn’t know for sure, but you thought maybe this thing with Frank would last longer than one lustful night during a party. The looks Frank sent you while you ate your eggs and listened to your parents talk about their trip told you you were probably right.

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Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

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Includes- Stepdad Namjoon, "Dumb/naive" reader, reader name not used- instead called "baby", all are of consenting age, corruption, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, first orgasm, multiple orgasms

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Namjoon POV

I walk down the hallway of my house, passing by my step daughter's room

Soft moans stop me in my tracks, right in front of her door

I listen harder, hearing her moans

Sex sounding moans

I shouldn't open the door

I should just keep on walking

But maybe if I catch her in a compromising position, I can use it to my advantage

Grabbing the doorknob, I twist it and push the door open

The sight I walk into makes my cock twitch

She's naked from the waist down, humping a pillow

She doesn't notice I'm here, her hips moving fast and an idea forms in my head

"What are you doing?", I ask, scaring her

She jumps, her head snapping to me, eyes wide with fear and she immediately gets off the pillow

"Daddy", she whispers

Another twitch of my cock, hearing her call me daddy

That's what she's always called me even though she's twenty three

She's so fucking sheltered and honestly a complete airhead

Dumb as rocks

Her mom, my wife, has kept her in a bubble after catching her with a guy in her room when she was eighteenth

The guy was fucking her and her mom freaked out

From then on her mom told her shit to keep her from having sex and staying away from guys

Ridiculous shit, making her totally naive

She didn't even know what was happening to her with the guy, she just knew it felt good

The first time I met her, when she was twenty, I immediately knew she was dumb as a post

It's her mother's fault

She thinks she's keeping her safe but she's just making her gullible

"What are you doing?", I repeat

"Nnnn...nothing", she answers, cheeks red

"Are you lying to daddy? I saw what you were doing"

Walking to her bed, I look down at her pillow that has a huge wet spot on it

"Were you humping your pillow?"

She looks down, not saying anything

"You know you're not supposed to do that"

She nods, "I'm sorry Daddy. Don't tell mom"

I make a decision, one that I've been fantasizing about since I laid eyes on her

"I won't baby. But why did you do it?"

"I just...I had a feeling...down there. It was achy. I wanted it to stop. I...I laid down with the pillow between my legs, trying to make it go away. But I moved and it felt...."

"Good?", I prompt

She nods, "Yeah. I... I kept going and I felt like I was going to explode but...but"

"You couldn't?"

She shakes her head, "Mom told me not to"

I resist the urge to roll my eyes

"I'm sorry Daddy. Don't...don't punish me"

I raise my eyebrow, "I'm not going to punish you baby"

"Oh?", she says, confused

"Daddy's gonna help you"

Her eyes widen, "You...you are?"

I nod, "Yeah baby, but before I do, you have to promise not to tell anyone that daddy's helping you. No friends and absolutely not your mom"

"Don't tell mom?", she asks, hesitating

"If you want daddy's help, you can't tell mom. No one"

She thinks for a minute then nods, "Ok"

"Promise me"

"I promise daddy"

"Good girl", I give her a reassuring smile, "Come closer to the edge of the bed"

I watch her scoot closer

"Lay down"

She complies

"Good. Now open your legs wide for daddy"

"I uh..."

"C'mon baby girl, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna make you feel good ok? Open your pretty legs for daddy"

She nods, slowly spreading her legs

I suck in a breath seeing her perfect, pink pretty pussy

Completely shaved, swollen lips, swollen clit that's throbbing fast, hole clenching around nothing

And she's so fucking wet, creamy juice leaking down her thighs

Such a pretty sight

Bringing my hand to her cunt, I softly run my fingers on her

"Ddd..daddy", she shudders

"Yeah baby. Daddy will make you feel good"

Touching her clit, I move my fingers, rubbing circles into her

"Daddy", she gasps, making me laugh at how easy it is to turn her on

She's so sex deprived and I'll be the one to give it to her

She'll see me as someone who is safe to have sex with and I'll make her into my perfect obedient sex slave

I watch her hole leak so much juice just from a few clit rubs

Turning my hand, I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her automatically clench on me

"Good girl", I praise her

"Daddy what...are you ...doing?", she stammers

"Fingering your cunt baby girl", I tell her

"It feels so good daddy"

I know

I feel her drenching my hand, her cunt so tight already

Poor baby edged herself for who knows how long

"Have you ever orgasmed baby?"

"Uh....what?", she pants

"Have you ever orgasmed? Pleasure running through your whole body? It feels like you're exploding but in an amazing way"

She shakes her head, "No daddy"

"Well daddy's gonna give you one", I answer, slamming my fingers inside her, playing with her clit, "Right now"

I watch as pleasure seizes her body, her thighs shaking, her face so fucked out

"Daddy!", she cries, her fingers squeezing the sheets so hard, "It feel so good daddy!"

"I know baby girl. I know"

I let her ride it out, her body calming when she's done

But I'm not done with her

Kneeling down, I suck her clit into my mouth, tugging hard, moving my fingers again

"Daddy-"

"Shh baby. Daddy wants to suck your clit. Make you feel good again"

"Again?"

"Yes baby. So lay down and enjoy", I demand

She lays down and I go back to sucking her clit hard

Moving my fingers, I rub in a spot and she cries loudly, juice gushing from her

Got her spot

I keep moving and sucking, watching her writhe on the bed and I smirk

I don't mind eating her cunt or fingering her

Her cunt is pretty, her clit is cute, spasming in my mouth

It's what has to be done to get her to rely on me for sex

She also tastes good too

So much better than her mom

"Daddy...I...I'm gonna...I feel"

"Go ahead baby", I tell her, slamming her spot

She yells loudly, coming again and yeah I'll admit that she's pretty when she cums

She's actually really beautiful with a hot body

Someone I could actually date of she wasn't so dumb and naive

Pulling away from her clit, I move my fingers out of her and ask, "Want another one?"

"Yes. Please. Daddy please", she cries

"Ok baby", I answer, "Daddy is gonna eat your cunt so well baby"

Spreading her puffy lips open, I lay my tongue on her and rapidly move it up and down, with her yelling loudly

Thank god her mom isn't home yet

Sliding my tongue down, I slip it inside her clenching hole, feeling her cunt spasm around my tongue, sending pleasure straight to my cock

"Daddy...what's....what's that?"

"Daddy's tongue", I answer

"Iiii....inside?", she asks lifting her head, her eyes widening when she see me between her legs

"Yeah baby. Daddy's tongue is having sex with your pretty pussy", I tell her, "Does it feel good?"

"So good daddy. So good"

"Good baby"

I keep tongue fucking her, over and over,

"Baby, you taste good"

"Wwww...what?"

"Your cream baby, you're pussy juice, tastes good"

"Is is...that good daddy?"

"Perfect baby. Daddy likes the way you taste and it means I'll eat your cunt more often"

"Ccc..cunt?"

"Yeah baby", I answer, licking along her pussy, "This is your cunt"

"Oh", she says, her voice so fucked out

I pump my tongue in and out of her tiny hole, as she clenches around it, dripping juice in my mouth

She moans wordlessly and when I look up at her, she's staring at the ceiling completely fucked out

I smirk

I got her right where I want her

Slipping my tongue out of her slit, I circle her clit with the tip, bringing her closer

Closing my mouth on her clit, I suck hard sending her over the edge, her screams so loud

Quickly slipping my tongue back inside her, I let her ride her orgasm out, her cream coating my tongue

It's really good and I swallow over and over, getting all of it

Might as well enjoy it

When she finishes, I give her cunt a kiss, then stand up, looking down at her spent body

"Good baby?", I ask

She nods, "Yes daddy"

"Good girl", I answer, "If you need daddy to eat you out again you can just ask me ok? I'll make you feel good"

She nods, "Ok"

"Baby", I call

Her glazed eyes look over at me

"Remember you can't tell anyone what daddy does for you, especially your mom. It's our secret or daddy won't make you feel good anymore"

"No daddy. I won't tell anyone. I promise"

"That's my good girl", I tell her, "Are you sleepy?"

She nods, "Yeah daddy"

"Ok baby. Take a nap ok? I'll wake you up for dinner later"

"Mm ok daddy", she murmurs, her eyes already closed

Taking her blanket, I pull it over her then gleefully leave her room

Step one done

I'll make her my slut in no time

#daddy fic #kim namjoon smut #bts namjoon smut #namjoon smut #bts rm smut #rm smut #bts namjoon fanfic #kim namjoon fanfic #namjoon fanfic #bts rm fanfic #rm fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic

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magnusstan · 7 months

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▶️ KMag and LMag race briefing

#resisting the urge to use the tag daddy #kevin magnussen #kmag #f1 #formula 1 #haas f1 team #formula one #f1blr #moneygram haas f1 team #haas f1 #LMag #kevin and laura

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captain19cb97 · 1 year

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Hi 👋 could I request a cute fluffy fic of girl y/n caring for sick Jungkook who caught a bad cold because he was playing with bam in the rain . Fluff and comfort. Please 🥹🙏please

Hi, Anon! 👋��

Oh my gosh, thank you so much😭 for being my first request, and sending this. I hope I was able to do your request justice and that you like it, but if I didn't, I'm so sorry! And feel free to send in another one.

Requests are open!

-Em

I'll Always Take Care of You :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader, side Jungkook x Bam (our boy has to have a moment with his puppy. he's such a great dog daddy🥰 ofc)

Word Count: 2770

Genre: Fluff/Comfort.

Warnings: Use of the term medicine, but I don't technically specify what kind. Other than that, I don't think there is anything. If there is, though, let me know and I will tag it!

You’d always loved the rain- thunderstorms, light drizzles, downpours, you name it. Most times when it would rain, you would turn on soft music, letting the sound fill your apartment before you’d make yourself a cup of hot tea, or hot chocolate if you were in the mood for something sweeter, before grabbing your fluffiest blanket and whatever book you were reading at the time and sit yourself in your little window seat in your living room and letting the day waste away while the rain fell outside.

Of course, occasionally, you’d forego all the set up and instead, you’d pull on a sturdy pair of shoes and maybe a jacket if you weren’t feeling like getting too wet, before running outside to enjoy the rain in the purest way.

When you met Jungkook, and you both realized that you shared the same love, and appreciation, for the rain, running around outside together and getting soaked to the bone became a much more common activity. And it only became more fun when you guys moved in together and Jungkook would let his dog, Bam, come outside with you both.

Now, usually, you were really good about not doing that when the weather was turning colder, though, never wanting to run the risk of you or Jungkook catching a cold. But sometimes, Jungkook’s childish nature got the best of him, and even if you wouldn’t join them, the two of them would still go and run around in the grass outside the apartment. Jungkook’s laugh always carried enough for you to hear inside, and it always brought a smile to your face, hearing him having so much fun, like he didn’t have a care in the world, and like he hadn’t been buried up to his neck in work at the company only hours before coming home to you and Bam.

Tonight, had been one of those nights. You’d told Jungkook you didn’t think it was a good idea because it had been decently cold the last week and even though today was warmer, the second the rain started, you knew it’d be better to sit it out and watch from the window, while dinner simmered in the kitchen.

“But baby,” Jungkook pouted at you, standing with his legs straddling Bam’s standing form, his hands clutching the sides of the poor, confused dog’s face. “He just wants to go run in the rain! Look at this face, are you really going to tell our son, no?”

Not even looking up from the open pages of your book at your boyfriend’s face, you had to resist the urge to smile at what you knew would be his best pout. It worked on you too often, so much so that all of your guys’ friends would tease you for being too soft when it came to Jungkook. “It’s raining too much for him to go outside right now, and it’s cold.” You said, finally raising your eyes enough to actually meet Jungkook’s. “And you could get sick. You hate being sick.”

Jungkook let out a quiet whine, finally letting Bam’s face go, only to hold him still with a gentle hand on his collar as he leaned down towards him, “Bam, go tell mom we want to go outside. Go tell her you wanna go.” He told the dog in an excited voice, knowing full well what it was going to do to him. “Go, go, go.”

You groaned, halfheartedly, as Bam bounded towards you- shoving his face into your hands, and pushing your book out of the way before he looked up at you with a look Jungkook was attempting to mirror from his same spot by the couch.

You sighed, petting Bam’s head, “Bam, it’s cold, baby, and your puppy rain jacket hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Awe, baby, come on! Please.” Jungkook whined again, “We won’t even stay out there for very long. 5 minutes, I promise. Just 5 minutes, and then we’ll come in and get dry and then we can have dinner.”

You met your boyfriend’s eyes, and sighed, finally letting the corner of your mouth curl up, “5 minutes, Jeon Jungkook, and then your booties better be back inside this apartment and drying off.”

Before you even finished getting the words out, Jungkook was throwing an excited fist into the air, before rushing towards you to quickly press his lips to the top of your head as he all but yelled out, “Thank you, baby!” before he was running towards the door to pull his shoes on, “Bam! Let’s go, buddy!”

He grinned widely at you once more, a moment later, as you held up 5 fingers with a knowing look, at which he shot a quick nod back at you as he let Bam pull him out of the front door. You couldn’t stop the little laugh the bubbled out of your chest at just how endearing you found that man as you quickly headed down to your shared bedroom for a change of clothes and two towels for when they came back in.

It was, of course, longer than 5 minutes, but you took one look at your boyfriend’s excited and smiling face when the door shut behind them and knew you couldn’t be upset about it- not really. Even as he shivered, standing in front of you as you draped one of the towels around his shoulders, before you dropped down to Bam’s level to start drying him off, you knew that they’d had enough fun that Jungkook didn’t care about being cold.

The next morning, you both had gotten up and gone about your morning routines like always. You gave him a quick kiss before you left for work, knowing that he was supposed to be home late tonight because he was busy at the company. Which is why, when you’d finally come home that night, and noticed a lump- the shape of your boyfriend, fast asleep on the couch, you were more than a little confused.

Your brow furrowed, “Baby?”

But he didn’t even move, just continued to sleep away, so you shrugged, and let it go long enough to get Bam leashed and outside for a couple minutes before you were back in the living room, crossing the floor to stand behind the couch, and reaching down to run your hand through Jungkook’s hair to carefully wake him up.

“Kookie?” You said softly, your breath hitching slightly when your fingers made contact with his skin. “Jungkook? Baby, you’re burning up, are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked quickly, gently shaking him awake.

He groaned, burying his face further into the couch cushion for a moment, before he turned his head enough to look up at you, “I got sent home this morning.” He pouted.

You frowned, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good, baby?”

“Because- “, He started coughing, so much that you quickly went and got him something to help soothe his throat. He took the bottle of water as you settled on your knees in front of him, your hand lovingly rubbing at his knee while he downed almost half the bottle. “Because you said you were going to be really busy today.”

You cooed softly, cupping his flushed cheek in one hand, “If I’d known you were sick, my love, I would’ve stopped to pick you up some stuff before I came home.” You slowly stood back up, brushing his hair away from his face as you looked down at him, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes, “Do you want me to go get you some medicine? Or some soup?”

He leaned forward, pressing his already hot forehead against your stomach as he shook his head.

You sighed, lightly wrapping your arms around his shoulder, twirling the hair at the base of his neck a little, trying to think of what the best thing would be to do first. “Okay, well we need to get your fever to break, so can you go take a cool shower for me, and while you do that, I’ll make you some soup to help your throat?”

He whined softly, and his shoulders slumped even more, “I don’t think I can stand for that long, baby.”

You cupped both of his cheeks and smiled softly, “Then I’ll run you a bath, okay?”

He nodded slowly, his lips pursing a little from your hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You could see it in his eyes, just how bad he felt- both for not saying anything to you, but also just in general. His skin was flushed, and sweat had begun to bead along his hairline from the fever, his eyes didn’t have the same shine to them as usual, and the tip of his nose was red from all the sniffling and wiping that you knew he’d been doing.

You still smiled down at him, leaning down enough to press your lips to his warm forehead, “Don’t think on it for another second, baby. It’s okay. Just let me take care of you, now that I know, yeah?”

A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he nodded again, before you helped pull him from the couch and led him down the hall to the bathroom. You had him sit down on the toilet so you could get the bath started, making sure the temperature was cold enough to help bring his fever down, but still warm enough that he wouldn’t freeze sitting in there.

While the tub filled, you quickly put in a few drops of a couple different oils to help with his stuffy nose, the headache you knew he had, and his throat, before you went and grabbed him a change of clothes, and one of the fluffiest towels you guys owned for when he got out of the bath.

“Alright, my love, into the bath, please.” You told him softly.

He pouted at you, “It’s gonna be cold though.”

You nodded, “A little bit, yeah. But you’re running too warm, baby. You can’t take a hot bath right now. I’m sorry.” You cupped his cheek, “It’ll help, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your palm, “Will you stay in here with me?” He asked before he finally started to undress. “I know you said you were going to make me something to eat, but I don’t know if I can actually eat anything right now- not with how bad of a headache I have.”

You hummed softly, “What about just some hot tea for now, then?” You suggested instead, reaching out to stabilize him before he fell into the wall. “And some crackers, at least?”

He sighed tiredly, but nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You smiled at him, watching him as he slowly got into the tub before he sank into the water with a shaky breath at the temperature. “I know, baby.” You told him, “You’ll get used to it in a minute. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He didn’t even have time to miss you, before you were walking through the doorway again, a steaming mug of hot tea in one hand, and a plate covered in a handful of crackers in the other. He watched, with an affectionate yet tired smile, as you sank to the floor next to the tub and held out the mug to him.

He was shivering a little bit as he wrapped his hands around the hot glass, relishing in the warmth it offered his cold fingers. “Have I told you lately, how lucky I am to have you?”

His voice was scratchy, and quiet, yet you heard every word and couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face as you held a cracker up towards his mouth for him to bite. You just shyly shook your head at him, playfully rolling your eyes at the same time.

“I mean it.” He mumbled, mouth half full of cracker. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. You take such great care of me, and Bam, I’d be lost without you.” You could feel your heart fluttering at his words, and at the look in his eyes, as you offered him the rest of that first cracker, still not saying anything back. “I love you, baby.” He whispered, an adoring smile on his slightly chapped lips before he took another drink of his tea- made to perfection, like you always do for him.

You let out a soft sigh, “And I love you.” You told him, without any hesitation in your voice as you smiled at him.

Both of you had been keeping your voices soft, not wanting to disrupt the atmosphere of the dimly lit bathroom, as you kept him company, occasionally feeding him another cracker as he slowly sipped away at his tea, the water in the tub slowly losing what little warmth it had been harboring for him.

You reached up, brushing his bangs from his face before you held your hand to his forehead, then the back of his neck. “You’ve cooled down a lot. Feeling better?”

He nodded gently, “Headache’s almost completely gone. Can I get out now?”

You giggled softly, nodding as you stood up and grabbed the towel, you’d set aside for him. “Come on.”

After a long few minutes, Jungkook was nice and dry, sitting on the couch under a light blanket with some random movie playing on the tv, while you mulled around the kitchen to make you guys something small to eat, before you both retreated into your room so you could try to get him to bed.

It was easy to see that Jungkook was completely miserable still. You’d agreed to lay in bed with him, at least until he fell asleep, so that you could pick up the apartment a little bit, before you finally went to bed, too. But sleep was the last thing on his body’s mind- even if it was the one thing it needed the most.

He’d started coughing more, and no matter how he seemed to lay- on his back, on his right side, on his left side, sitting up a little bit with his back pressed into your chest- his nose was plugged and making it near impossible for him to breathe.

Finally, after getting him into a position that made it somewhat easier, you’d disappeared into the bathroom in search of cold medicine. When he heard you come back into the room, having had his back to the door and not wanting to move after spending so long just trying to get comfortable, he whined when he saw what you were holding in your hand.

“Baby, no, please.”

You gave him a look, “I know you don’t like it, but it’s all we’ve got right now, and you need to take something.”

“It makes me feel yucky the next morning, though.” He pouted.

“My love, I don’t think you’re going to feel any yuckier than you do right now.” You pointed out, handing him the recommended amount of the medicine, and holding the water bottle low enough that he could take the straw into his mouth.

“I don’t wanna.”

“Kookie, please, just take the medicine.” You sighed, “I promise you, that it’s going to help you feel better, and it’ll help you sleep.” He looked up at you, still pouting, but took the medicine finally, taking a big drink of water right after. “Thank you, baby.”

“Are you still staying until I fall asleep?” He asked, watching you put the water back down.

You glanced back down at him, “Yeah, I told you that I would.”

He hummed just loud enough for you to hear it as you rounded the bed again and climbed in behind him, moving close enough that you could run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp to help lull him to sleep a little faster.

Neither one of you said anything as you laid there, the darkness of the room enveloping the both of you in a comfortable atmosphere, with only the sounds of your breathing bouncing off the walls- with the occasional cough, too, of course. Until finally, it seemed like Jungkook was almost completely asleep.

You leaned over enough to glimpse at his face and smiled, carefully moving to get out of the bed to go do your few chores for the night, and just as you had wrapped your hand around the bedroom door handle, Jungkook’s voice quietly sounded from the bed.

“Thank you, for taking care of me.”

You smiled at his back, “I’ll always take care of you, baby.”

#jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook x female reader #jungkook fic #sick!jungkook #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts jungkook

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Beach days and starry nights - Mason Mount

Request: Mason teaching your little baby boy how to swim while on summer vacay maybe

Warning: dad! Mason at its finest (yes, it’s clearly inspired to that pic Jaz gifted us with 🙈)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

Holiday time had finally arrived so you could spend a couple of weeks away from all the stress and crazy life you had to deal with on a daily basis in London. The thing you were looking forward the most about the holidays was having the chance to enjoy some quality time together with your boyfriend and your little son, with some crystal clear water and breathtaking landscapes in the background.

The idea of spending some romantic moments with Mason in particular, made you eager to be alone with him but with a three-year-old hurricane it was literally impossible.

"Dadaaa" He tiredly opened his eyes as he was slung on the deck chair sunbathing. You were seated next to him, your legs stretched out on his lap just to tease him as his fingers were brushing over your thighs.

"Mhh?"

"I wanna learn to swim!"

"You're still too young, honey, maybe next year"

"Nooo please!!"

That three-year-old chap was always so full of energy and willingness to learn new things everyday he was literally unstoppable.

He started tugging at Mason's hand for him to go towards the sea.

Your boyfriend grunted but in less than a minute he was already up, ready to play with his son.

"Can we go, mummy?" Mason asked you, smiling like an idiot behind his dark sunglasses.

You tried to suppress a smile and agreed. "Okay fine but be careful! And keep an eye on your dad, baby" You whispered to Nate's ear, pretending Mason didn't hear you.

"Don't worry mummy!" You laughed out loud, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Mason, be careful” You warned him sternly, as you saw him getting closer to the water with your baby in his arms. "Make him wear his water wings"

“I’m the best dad ever, don’t worry!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, as you took a seat on the sunbed without losing sight of your men. The only thing that helped you keep track of them was your boyfriend's highlighter-orange shorts (yeah, they could be seen also in the mist and they made his bum look even more perfect but you'd never admit it, at least not when your son was still there with you).

"Okay man, wear your water wings first, otherwise your mum will get very angry with the both of us" Mason held the bright coloured plastic things for the little boy to put them on before he could start with his lesson.

From the sunbed you were chilling on, you looked at them with the most tender smile: your boyfriend was there motioning Nate all the movements he'd have done with his arms, explaining then how to keep his head to breathe underwater. They were so sweet yet exhilarating, even more so when Nate picked up on how to move his feet to stay afloat, splashing driplets of water right onto Mason’s face who tried to take cover by moving his head to the side.

Hearing their laughters and seeing them bonding was enough to fill your heart with joy, visible in the little tear that streamed down your face before you could even stop it.

Nate was so happy about the new things learnt with his dad he couldn’t stop talking about them during lunch and for the rest of the day too. He only stayed quiet when it was time for his afternoon nap.

“If you stay quiet I’ll buy you the biggest ice-cream ever”

“Mase!” You jokingly punched him on his arm “Bribing a kid is so vile”

“Yeah but at least our ears can have a break”

You shook your head as he leant forward to kiss your cheek.

“Mummy, can you come swimming with me?”

“Yeah, so your daddy can stay here thinking about his despicable actions” Mason smirked as he took in your figure getting up from the sun bed, ready to go and take a dip. He bit on his lower lip, trying to resist the urge to roam his hands over your body. You warned him to stay quiet only with the use of your glare

That day at the beach soon came to an end and, needless to say, your baby boy was so tired he couldn’t even keep his eyes open while having dinner.

At night you were there, reading Nate his bedtime story as he was looking at the dark blue sky punctuated with bright stars outside the window.

"Mummy?"

"Tell me, sweetie" You smiled as you ran your hand through his dark hair.

"You know daddy told me he's so proud of me?"

"I bet he is! You're the most awesome kid ever" You leant forward to kiss his forehead.

"And he told me he loves me more than all the stars in the sky"

"You mean to the moon and back?"

"No, he told me he loves me more than all the stars!"

"Is that so? So I love you more than all the stars and all the planets"

"It's not possible!" He tells you laughing wholeheartedly.

"Who says it is not possible??"

Your son's laughter got even louder as you started tickling him, calling Mason's attention.

"Hey what's all this noise? What's happening?"

"Mama told me she loves me more than all the stars and all the planets"

"Oh really?" Mason took a seat on the bed so he was now beside you and you were both facing Nate. "It can't be possible cause I love you more than all the stars, all the planets and the Moon!"

You looked at him agape, pretending to be shocked by his answer, making your son giggle.

"How dare you?? I love him more than all the stars, all the planets, the Moon and the Sun!"

"Oh oh, you're so damn wrong baby! And what about the galaxies?"

"What is galaxies?"

"Galaxies are little families of stars, just like you, me and daddy"

You both smiled when a yawn left Nate's lips.

"Okay little star, time to sleep now" Mason smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Dada?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we swim again tomorrow?"

"Of course, champ. Can't wait to"

Mason's smile was still there on his lips, not the slightest hint of it leaving them. He gently held his hand in his, brushing his thumb over his tiny fingers.

"Mama?"

"Mhh?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, baby"

"And what about me?" Mason asked, pretending to be offended.

"I love you too" Nate admitted giggling.

"Much better now"

You both waited for him to fall asleep before you left his bedroom and got a seat on the porch, so you could let the fresh breeze lull you and watch the starry sky above you.

Mason lighlty tapped on his thigh for you to sit on his lap, making you smile as you did so.

"Sky's so beautiful"

"Yes it is" He brushed his lips against your cheek. "Do you love me more than all the stars and everything or is it just for that little one?"

Mason's slight jealousy made you giggle as you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"You're my stars and everything" You whispered, grazing his stubbly cheek with your thumb before placing a kiss on his jaw. Even if it was pitch dark at that time, you could notice the blush that tinted his cheeks.

"I love you to the moon and back" He looked down at you, his fingers lightly dancing on your skin.

"That's not true, you love Nate more"

"What are you saying?? I should love you only for the fact that you brought him into the world"

"Only for that?"

"Of course" He giggled against your wrinkled lips, waiting for him to kiss them.

"When are we going to make baby number two?"

"Is it an excuse to hide your horny self?"

"No, I really think we should give Nate a little brother"

"What about a little sister?"

"Even better"

What was the saying? Those who have time do not waste time? Well, that night you two took it quite literally…

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fluff #mason mount fics #mason mount imagines #dad! mason #chelsea #chelsea imagines #chelsea fics #england nt #england nt imagines #england nt fics #football imagines #football fics #football writing #premier league #premier league imagines

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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weekend wip

it is actually monday morning 4 me but ty for the tag @spindrifters !! here is a bit of ch 3 of the werewolf fighting ring au as it is. the only wip i have actually worked on for the past 2ish months lol

They don’t speak again until Sirius is cleaning the blood from his hands. Lupin sits up, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He watches Sirius, eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

“You don’t get squeamish easily,” he says, on an exhale, as Sirius finishes scourgifying his skin.

Sirius looks up. He blinks, then shrugs, re-pocketing his wand.

“I’m good with blood.”

“Hm.”

Remus takes another drag on his cigarette. He’s still watching Sirius. Still studying. Sirius doesn’t know whether he’s supposed to look away.

“Would’ve been easier if you’d let me use magic,” he says, finally, when the silence begins to itch across his skin. Remus exhales more smoke. The room’s so small, Sirius can’t help but breathe it in. The air between them feels hazy.

“You some kind of healer, then?”

Sirius snorts. “No.”

“What, couldn’t hack the training?”

“Never had any training.”

“Huh.” Remus taps ash from the end of his cigarette. He’s still staring. He has eyes that could strip the skin from bone. “But surely you must have some sort of gainful employment? Unless illegal gambling is your full-time job.”

“I’m a Black,” Sirius mutters, looking away, “I work for the Ministry.” He says it casually, nonchalant. Lupin’s eyes flash like he can sense the bitter aftertaste that the words leave behind.

“Oh, excuse me,” he arches a brow, “How ever could I forget?” Inhale, exhale. “Let me guess—fast track for the Wizengamot? Clerking for daddy dearest?”

Sirius looks down at his hands. There’s some blood that he missed, under his fingernails.

“Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Fuck me!” Lupin laughs, and it turns into a hacking cough. He rubs his chest, tilting his head back against the wall. “An Auror? You? Really?”

Sirius should—go. Probably. Maybe. He doesn’t like where this conversation is going.

“Or…not an Auror?”

When he looks up, Lupin is staring at him again. Eyes half-lidded, sliding down to his left forearm. Sirius can feel his skin burning, from wrist to elbow. He has to resist the urge to tug at his sleeve just to make sure it’s still rolled down.

“Why are you suddenly so talkative?” he snaps, before he can stop himself. Lupin raises a brow.

“Why are you still here if you don’t want to talk to me?”

Silence.

Inhale, exhale.

Smoke.

“I’ll see you next month,” Sirius mutters, letting the door slam shut on his way out.

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The Good Girl and the Gangster: 4

Summary: Alfie tries to prove to Y/N he isn't worth her affection. It backfires.

A/N: Chapter 4! I hope y'all enjoy! I wanna try and get the fifth chapter out soon but we'll see how that works out hahaha. Please please let me know your thoughts! Hearing your opinions on this story is what encourages me to keep writing!

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Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"I don't want to marry Jacob. I want to be with you."

A beat of silence.

"No you don't, treacle." Alfie muttered. I huffed and dropped my fork on my plate.

"That's shit! Don't tell me what I do and don't want, like I'm some stupid child! Why can't you just respect me as a grown woman?" I questioned.

"I do. That is why you do not want to waste your fuckin' time on a right bastard like me. I'm no fuckin' good." He defended.

"That is not your decision to make. I want to be with you. You need to be man enough and reject me if you don't want to be with me instead of formulating some bullshit about being a bastard." I spoke, crossing my arms.

"Right. Come out with me tonight. If my crowd doesn't scare you off, we'll talk, yeah?" Alfie spoke, interlocking his hands and leaning forward on the table.

"Well.. what do I tell my father?" I questioned.

"Tell him you're stayin' in Camden to fuck Alfie Solomons." He replied with a grin. I huffed and pushed back a laugh.

"That is not what I said. I said I want to be with you not I want you." I corrected.

"Ain't what you was sayin' with my tongue buried in your cunt." He shot back, lowering his voice some. My face flushed and I looked away, getting aroused again at the idea of his beard scratching the skin of my thighs.

"Gettin' distracted? I'll pay the tab and we can go at it again." Alfie teased, pulling me out of my haze. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

Alfie paid the bill and instructed me to meet him at the address he left on a napkin for me. He wanted to drive me but I insisted my father would find out and lose his mind. I had never lied to my parents like this, so it needed to go smoothly.

I entered the temple after a short walk in the early-evening humidity and saw my father arranging some books. He saw me enter and kissed my cheeks.

"Hello my love, how was shopping?" He questioned, holding my arms gently in his hands.

"Fine, I actually ran into Mabel. She is staying in town with her aunt. She invited me to stay with them for the night and have dinner, would that be alright?" I questioned, growing anxious.

"I don't know.. your mother would not be very happy, and temple is tomorrow morning, you never miss temple." My father spoke.

"Father, I am an adult. I will attend temple with Mabel and her aunt. Mother will be fine, we could use the space apart anyways." I practically pleaded.

"You're right about that, your mother has been horrid about the wedding. Don't tell her I said that." My father spoke with a smile. I chuckled and my father kissed my forehead before releasing me.

"Alright darling, go and have fun. You call the house and I'll be back here to get you as quick as possible." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his protectiveness. I nodded and bid him goodbye before practically skipping off to Alfie's house.

I knocked on the door and he opened, wearing slacks and just his white shirt. I smiled at him and stepped inside. He shut the door behind me and watched me as I examined his home. It was a quaint but well-decorated town home. I entered the living room with Alfie following.

"Daddy's angel ain't so pure, is she?" Alfie teased, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.

"I think that was pretty obvious earlier." I joked. He chuckled deeply and spun me around. He leaned in close to my lips and my eyes closed.

"Let's go, party starts soon." He spoke, pulling away. I huffed and let him lead me to the car. We drove, talking about anything and everything until we stopped at another townhome. All the lights were on and I could hear music and people talking from the car. The sun had set completely now, but the night was still young. Alfie helped me out of the car and walked us into the home.

The chaos struck me immediately. The room was packed with all kinds of people, most smoking, drinking, or snorting a powder. The men and women danced to the live band squished in the corner of the room, the women wearing very minimal and the men touching their bodies sensually. I looked to Alfie. Before I could ask him the first million questions that popped in my head a woman bounded towards us. She was a short, beautiful pale woman with red hair.

"Alfred! Finally you come to my party!" The woman shouted, wrapping her arms around Alfie's frame. He patted her back and smiled.

"Figured I'd drop in." He responded. She looked to me and lit up.

"Who is this little lady!" She exclaimed.

"I'm Y/N." I spoke, my hand out for her to shake. She yanked me into her arms and hugged me tight. She pulled away and held my hands.

"Name's Elise. Been friends with this old man for years now. Met on the streets. Sweet thing helped me when times were rough. Did he make you wear these church girl rags?" She questioned. When neither Alfie or I responded, her jaw dropped.

"Alfred. Don't tell me this is who I think it is." She looked between us and Alfie nodded. So he's told people about me?

"Oh you dirty boy! C'mon sweets let's get you changed. You can borrow something of mine. Not sure I have clothes that'll fit that beautiful bust though!" I blushed as she dragged me enthusiastically upstairs. We reached a bedroom and she opened the door.

There on the bed, two men were.. servicing a scantily clad woman. The men were naked, one in front of her and one behind while she.. well, you get the picture. The men were kissing as we entered but quickly stopped.

"Christ! This is the wrong room! Second on the right I said! Second!" Elise exclaimed while laughing. She covered my eyes as they changed and left the room. I entered with her and she shut the door.

"That.. that was...-"

"Sexy?" She questioned. My face flushed.

"Well... I was taught that men... doing those things together was sinful." I confessed. She hummed.

"And what do you personally think?" She questioned.

"I think... it's none of my business. You can't help who you love." I shrugged, looking around the well decorated bedroom.

"Speaking of, what're you hoping to get from that big brute you came here with?" She questioned, digging through her drawers. I sighed.

"Long story. Is it obvious we're.. involved?" I questioned. She laughed.

"Absolutely! I've known Alfie a while, never seen him look at anyone the way he does you. He's probably as in love as you are. Here sweets, wear this." She spoke, tossing a dress to me.

"In.. love? That.. that isn't it. I'm just attracted to him." I spoke, moving behind the divider and beginning to change.

"Darling. That isn't just attraction. How did this even come to be? He hasn't told me much, just that you're the Rabbi's daughter and he is intrigued by you." I slid the dress up my body.

"Well, I'm not really sure. We just kept getting closer and learning more about each other and.. he's unlike anyone I've ever met. He's smart and funny and so beautiful. When he kissed me I wasn't even sure I was on this planet anymore." I confessed, smiling at the thought of Alfie.

"Oh sweets, you've got it bad." She spoke. I exited the divider and sat at the vanity, my head in my hands, pushing back tears. She began putting jewelry on me and fixing my hair.

"No time for tears sweets, we've got a man to wow. Why are you crying? Don't think he doesn't feel the same, because he does." She spoke, brushing my hair.

"It isn't that. I'm arranged to be married in a months time." I spoke, a single tear falling down my face as I looked at Elise in the mirror.

"So?" She questioned, adjusting the straps of my dress. It was now that I noticed how revealing it was. It was a velvet black dress, stopping at my thighs and showing excessive cleavage.

"So? I'm getting married Elise!" I laughed.

"Years ago I was in a loveless marriage. He was a decent enough man, but I was unhappy. I left and was outcasted by the catholic church I attended. I worked on the streets selling myself for a while until Alfie found me in a cold alley and took me in like a stray. I own one of the hottest clubs in Camden Town now." She explained, rubbing my shoulders. I smiled gently and she continued,

"You can't trap yourself in an unhappy situation for the benefit of someone else. I wasted years of my life denying who I was until Alfie rescued me. He's rescuing you too, he's just hesitant because he hasn't been this way, ever." I nodded, pondering her words.

"We should get back to the party. Are you sure this dress is suitable?" I questioned, standing and looking down at my outfit.

"Sweets, if I wasn't taken I would devour you. Those breasts will bring Solomons to his knees. You'll be screaming in pleasure by the nights end, I'm sure of it." Elise spoke. I looked away.

"Oh god, you're obviously a virgin. I'm sorry I'm such an idiot." Elise huffed.

"No no, it's alright. Today we.. did some things and I desire more. I'm nervous but he makes me feel safe. Have you two ever...?"

"Oh god no! I've slept with many but Alfie encouraged me to be myself. I've been happily involved with my partner, Jesaline. Not to worry sweets, sex isn't difficult. It is beautiful and powerful when you love the person." I smiled and thanked her. She kissed my cheek and escorted me downstairs.

I spotted Alfie quickly, he was sitting at a table with a few gentleman, playing cards and smoking. He wasn't facing me so I walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. The other men gawked and whistled.

"Christ Solomons, where'd you find such a woman?" One man questioned. Alfie turned around and looked me up and down, standing up and pulling me into his arms, practically shielding me.

"The fuck are you wearin'?" He muttered.

"You don't like it?" I questioned with a knowing smirk.

"Wipe that fuckin' smile off your face, treacle. When we get back to mine I'm devouring that sopping cunt until you can't fuckin' walk, do you understand?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded and clenched my thighs.

"Come dance with me, Alf." I requested, switching the topic so my knees didn't buckle from arousal. The music had slowed down, and couples swayed along the floor.

"I don't fuckin' dance, dove." He spoke. I smiled and pulled away from his arms.

"That's alright, I'll ask one of these fine men to dance with me." I announced to the table. They jumped from their chairs quickly, and Alfie pulled a gun.

"Christ Alfie!" I exclaimed, eyes widening at the weapon. I had never really seen a gun this close. It was alarming but I didn't feel unsafe.

"Sit the fuck down. I will shoot you." He grunted. They all sat and he sheathed his weapon, pulling me to the middle of the floor and swaying with me.

"Still want me?" He questioned. I brushed over the gun in his waistband.

"You can keep trying Alfie, but you will never scare me. This is all new to me yes, but I'm not naïve. I know this is how some live. You don't. You're trying to shock me into backing out of this. The fact is Alfie, I don't give a fuck who you are. I love you to your core. I've known you for a handful of weeks but I know that you are what I need in my life. You can call me childish, or tell me I don't know what love is, but I love you Solomons. Not Jacob or anyone else." I confessed. still swaying to the music in his arms.

His lips met mine, his hands cupping my jaw gently. We kissed passionately, the chatter and music becoming invisible to us. I felt like I was spinning into a cloud of joy. He pulled away and looked into my eyes, brushing my hair out of my face.

"I love you treacle. I do. Fuckin' shouldn't. Need you more than I've ever needed anythin'." He confessed.

"Take me home, Alfie." I spoke, my eyes telling him what I wanted. We began moving towards the exit, bidding Elise goodbye on the way.

We drove in silence, anticipating what was to come. We arrived at the house, Alfie escorting me to his bedroom, kissing my neck and any exposed skin he could find.

"I need you Alfie."

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