#sexy inebriated tag

[pogasm]

hey siri how do i ‘jerk off’

#sexy inebriated tag

[dejaonline]

same space | shuriri x spoiled!black!fem!reader

Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.

Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.

Translations:

nkosazana- princess

umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess

Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3

Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites

Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.

She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.

To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.

The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.

The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.

Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.

You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.

You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.

Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.

“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”

You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.

She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.

“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”

You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.

Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.

Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.

“Thank you, shuri bear”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.

“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”

Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.

Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.

Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.

Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?

“You good, Cher?”

Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.

‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“

Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.

“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.

Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.

“The fuck was that for?”

Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.

“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”

You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.

Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?

It seemed Shuri could read your mind.

“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”

Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“Play nice” she whispered

Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.

You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.

Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.

You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.

It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.

The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.

You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.

It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.

On top of that she really knew how to f—

“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.

“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.

“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”

Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You replied dryly

You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.

“You roll this, Riri?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.

“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.

Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.

“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”

You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.

Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.

Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.

The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.

Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.

The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.

Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.

Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.

Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.

She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.

In her hand she held two more wine glasses.

“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.

Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.

Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.

Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.

“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.

“And why would we do that?” You questioned.

The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.

“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.

Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.

“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.

Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.

“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”

You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”

You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.

Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.

“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”

You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.

“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.

Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.

“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“

“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”

Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.

“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”

Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.

“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”

“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.

“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Go on.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”

Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.

“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”

You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.

“Does she know?” You whispered.

“About us?” You nodded in response.

“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”

Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.

“So how does this work?”

“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”

It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.

“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.

You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.

“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”

A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.

“umhle nkosazana yam”

It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.

#shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuriri x reader #shuriri #shuri x you #shuri x y/n

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey !

About stark reader and daemon, can you do one where they are drunk and tgey go to theire quarters and just straight up start dancing ?

Im talking about the twist and those wierd 50/60 moves and maybe they are singing and the fam wanders whats going on and when they peep throw the door

Merry christmas 🎄

Milk Punch

[Blurb V for the Stark!Reader Universe]

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were drunk out of your mind and your husband is loving every second of it.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mentions of heavy drinking/drunkenness, daemon simp, heavily implied sexy times, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: lol merry new year i only got back to this now T_T but i hope it was worth the wait aslfhaslfhlashflaslfashf i did change a few things i hope thats ok im luv u nonnie this is set before they have kids so this gif is so large but who cares i love him look at him look at my evil meow meow i want him so bad also milk punch is apparently the older name or an older name of egg nog soooo the more you know Tagging: @deniixlovezelda @pinksirensong @targeryenmoony also the lovely @nyctophilic0vitnir i hope this will suffice for now since i have not gotten to writing your req yet Part IV

"Daor, daor," I slurred "nyke daor, daor, daor-"

Daemon grabs me, one hand on my waist the other on my cheek, saying something impressively long and eye-wideningly hard to understand in High Valyrian.

I burp in my mouth as the prince asks, "did you sneak yourself some wine?"

"Daor." No.

His narrowed eyes scrutinize my face, "did you drink milk punch?

"Daor."

Daemon sighs, knowing that was in fact, not true.

"Daor," I say.

"I didn't say anything."

"Daor..."

He sighs. 100% inebriated.

"Daor-"

"That the only thing you know, love?"

I sigh, relaxing fully against his arms. Daemon's eye widens when I begin to fall back. His hands quickly dart to my sides, propping me up, gathering me into his chest, "alright, that's enough."

I pout, brows knitting, "daor!"

He rolls his eyes, "if you can tell me--" he bends down. I squeak when he grabs me below my hind and throws me over his shoulder. Daemon huffs, beginning to walk off, "--another word in High Valyrian other than no, I'll let you drink to your heart's content, pup."

I hiccup, then sigh in pain due to the involuntary tightening of my chest and throat. I think for a long while as the sight of the table where a bunch of stuffy royals were seated quickly becomes smaller. I wave at Rhaenyra when she says good night.

"Last chance," Daemon says right before he reaches the door, "ȳdragon naejot nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon."

Speak to me, my love.

I think, "daor."

Daemon rolls his eyes, promptly exiting the dining hall.

When he sets me down, I'm shocked that we're in our chambers, "when did we get here?"

Daemon spins me around and begins to undo the laces on my back, "what do you mean? We never left our chambers."

"What?!" my jaw drops as I gasp. I move to turn to him, but he holds me back, muttering something incoherent in another language.

Daemon pulls my dress down and I step out of my dress, dashing across the room, throwing arms up in the air, making my thin shift dress flow with my movements. I begin to spin and giggle, stopping only because I begin to lose my balance and fear falling.

"What are you doing?" the man across me asks. When my line of sight is not so blurry, I blink twice and run towards him.

My husband's face contorts, he settles me on my feet, "that is not dancing, little girl."

"Easy!" he snaps, lunging forward to catch me before I face plant.

I look up at him, blowing back the dark streaks of my hair, reaching out to brush back his light ones with a grin, "dancing!"

I twist my face in offence, grabbing him by his waist to pull him towards me, "I'll have you know I'm the-" I cut myself off when I trip on Daemon's feet.

"Gods help us," he sighs, setting me back up.

I huff, tightening my grip on his clothes, "-premier dancer of the North."

Daemon rolls his eyes, hands slipping down to the small of my back. I begin to lead us into a slow dance and he steadily picks up on my movements. He says, "I do not doubt you, beloved," but I am uncertain if he doubted me.

I sigh, leaning my head onto his chest, "Cregan made fun of me whenever I danced. He said I was trying too hard to be a lady."

The sound of his hum echoes in my ear, "I can emasculate him," he mutters, hand coming up to my head, "castrate the only thing manly about that dog."

I close my eyes, sighing as I feel the combing of my hair.

"I'll make sure to make up for his loss by breeding plenty pups into my bride," he rests his chin on my head.

I spin myself in his grip then jump towards him, throwing my arms over his shoulders as I continue to lead us to the music in my head.

"Kepa," I mutter pulling away from him.

He grabs my hand, pulling me close to him, "what was that?"

"Did you just call me kepa, my lady?"

I purse my lips in thought.

"Kessa ao mazverdagon nyke iā kepa, jorrāelagon?" Daemon smirks.

Will you make me a father, love?

I yawn at the sound of the words I do not understand.

Daemon recoils, "you smell like you drink for sport."

I knit my brows, "I drank as much as you!"

"And that was your mistake."

Daemon pushes me back to spin me around. I do not enjoy it because I feel the sloshing of my stomach. I hold back the liquid that threatens up my throat.

Daemon snatches me forward, lips curved into a smirk, "you don't look so good."

"I want to go to bed."

His nostrils flare in amusement, "I agree."

I yelp softly when I am swept off my feet and carried to our bed. I tense from where I was sat down when Daemon walks away. I relax only when I realize he was only putting out the lights. When my husband walks back, I bite my lip in anticipation of his movements.

He catches this, lips quirking upward as he rids himself of his clothing. He tilts his head in thought, "does this excite you?"

I nod.

He licks his lips, "do you want to play then, wolf?"

I nod once more, shifting in my place so I could reach out to him.

Daemon walks forward, pushing my black locks back as he allows me to take over the task of undressing him. He hums, "such a sweet girl for her dragon."

I nod again, looking up at him.

He chuckles, "iksan jāre naejot qogralbar ao sīr qopsa."

I'm going to fuck you so hard.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon fanfic #daemon targaryen #daemon x you #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon fluff #daemon targaren fluff

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Drunk

Pairing: Soobin x afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; pussy eating; doggy-style; mentions of alcohol use and being inebriated

Word Count: 1.77k words

Mellow speaks: Had this for a while, so I said, why not?

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

"Welcome back baby," you coo as you swing the door open, a smile on your face as the apron clings to your form, your eyes sparkling in sheer joy at having your boyfriend home after a few hours of him being away. But that smile soon makes way for furrowed eyebrows and a confused tilt of your head, when instead of the usual cheery smile and crinkled eyes, you're met with dilated pupils and hooded eyelids, and to top it off with a cherry, the plushest pair of lips you've ever come across, stuck between a set of pearly whites.

"Soobin?," you call, the confusion you feel clear in your voice. But he doesn't reply, instead choosing you to eye you up, his gaze hot and deep, that sets your cheeks burning. He's distracted somehow, but you can't seem to pinpoint it straight off. There's something different in the way he looks at you, his tall stature leaning against the doorframe. It's when he actually fixes his eyes on yours that you finally notice. Notice the red lining his eyeballs, notice the way his cheeks seem flushed, and it's definitely not from the pleasantly cool breeze that's blowing. Notice the way his lips seem more pink than before....almost red, telling you he's had one too many pints of alcohol.

"He's drunk," you have an epiphany, blinking up at his towering figure as he pushes himself off the door, looking down at you as if sizing you up. "I've always found you more sexy in that apron than I could explain in words," he says, and you need a second to snap yourself out of the trance he had put you in somewhere through the past two minutes. His words make you part your lips as if in laughter, but that laugh never escapes, because before it has the chance to, a different pair of lips is on yours, one you know like the back of your hand, stealing your breath away. 

The kiss is almost feverish from the get go, sloppy and needy as teeth clash and tongues collide. His large hand cups your face for just a second, but good for you, that's all the time you need to melt into his touch, desire coming alive in the pit of your stomach as you give in, smiling against his lips and telling him you want this too. And that's the last thought you have in a hot minute, because it's barely been a second since that smile that you feel his hand leave your cheek, and move instead of squeeze your hip, the other following suit. 

He's strong and you know it, but you still can't help but gasp when he lifts you up as if you weigh nothing more than a paper doll, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leads you to the room. It's almost like muscle memory to him, the way to your bed, and as he lays you down on the mattress, his face now buried in the supple skin of your neck, leaving hot kisses in its wake, you can feel just how gentle he's being with you.

Or that's what he fools you into believing, because the second you let your guard down, that's when he strikes. "Such a dirty slut, wearing that pathetic excuse of a dress, all to annoy me, isn't it?," he grunts into your sweet spot, his voice nearly  baritone and reeking with pent-up irritation. Your eyes fly open at that, the surprise evident in the meek squeak that leaves you as you try to turn your head and catch a glimpse of his face.

But it appears like that squeak isn't what he's searching for, because what comes out of your mouth the next moment is a sharp gasp as he bites you, and that bite is not soft. It's all a blur after that, as his teeth nip and glide over the contours of your shoulders and collarbones, while his hands busy themselves with inching up your thighs, massaging and kneading the soft mounds he loves so much. 

All he's doing is trying to rile you up, chuckling every time you buck your hips under the weight of his hand, and moan when his warm breath fans your chest. He's usually much gentler, much more restrained and shy in bed, and it makes your heart melt every single time. But not tonight. Tonight, he's taking you places. Tonight, he's pushing you deeper and prepping himself to devour you. Tonight, he doesn't want you to melt....he wants you to burn in the flames of passion he feels for you.

Your dress is ripped off before you can even begin to miss it, and your apron lies on the other side of the room. "On all fours," he growls in your ear, nails digging into your arms as he harshly flips you over, making you whimper and scamper to stick your butt out to him, hoping he'd like your enthusiasm. But when you feel the sharp pain of a slap against your buttcheek, you're left wondering if he actually does, even as a moan escapes you. 

"So obedient," he grunts, pushing the crotch of your panties to the side and kissing your wetness gently. Then he pulls away, smirking as you look back at him with a pout on your face. "Soobin....," you whine, shaking your hips a little in front of his face, wanting him to end his teasing already. But he can only chuckle at your neediness, swiping a slender finger along your folds. 

"What is it, darling? Use your words," he grunts, his words reeking of the alcohol he'd binged on not more than an hour ago, urging you to tell him what you want. But the second you open your mouth to let out even the smallest of sounds, the one that actually escapes is a yelp, thanks to another slap that jiggles the cute flesh of your butt. "Took too long," he grumbles, his nails digging into your hips as he ducks his head low, growling deeply before you feel hot saliva trail up your cunt, his tongue licking through your puffy lips and eliciting a much-needed moan from you. It's a simple gesture, only the beginning of him actually devouring you, but it's enough to light a fire in your stomach, making you beg for more.

And even in his drunk state, your boyfriend knows how to please, and he's not one to deny you what you ask for. No, he gives in effortlessly, his teeth nipping at your bundle of nerves while his hand dips through your hole, maneuvering through the slick coating your walls as he begins to suck on your pussy. He hums in approval every now and then, relishing your taste, which he often insists is the most delectable he's ever had, as his tongue picks up pace, lapping up every bit of the bounties you have to offer while your knees shake and your throat lets out whimper after whimper. 

"Have you always been this sweet?," he chuckles against your heat, soaking up in the beauty of your soaking heat as he eats you out like a man taking his last meal, until you're gushing all over his tongue and coating his fingers in your gorgeous wetness. Your face collapses into the pillows, a deep moan escaping you as you try to tell him how spent you are. 

But once more, it seems like he's got a different plan, because before you can even open your eyes to look back at him, you're yanked roughly by the neck, your back being slammed against the mattress as he pins your arms above your head, a sinister smirk on his face. "Gonna help me a little, right princess?," he giggles, leaning forward to kiss your lips harshly while his large hand cups your breast, massaging it and teasing your nipple.

He barely gives you a second to get used to the sudden feeling, before you feel him push your panties to the side again, his length slipping inside of you with an ease that leaves you flustered by telling you just how wet you are. You don't realize when he strips his pants off, or when he puts his boxers on. All you notice is his fat cock stretching out your walls and filling you up right to your sweet spot, wanting to completely claim you even though you already belong to him. 

He goes harder than he ever has, telling you through his thrusts that he's still drunk. But maybe not on alcohol now. Instead, he's drunk on your pussy, each shove of his cock meant to show you stars as your head bangs against the headboard. He feels so good inside of you, making you feel complete and showing you stars. He rolls his hips against yours, setting up a rhythm for himself as he wraps your legs around his waist, hitting you even deeper.

He makes you cum. Maybe once, or maybe twice and even thrice. You can't really recall, because he doesn't give you a moment to get your bearings and your thoughts in order. He fucks you until you're panting, tears slipping down your cheeks and your breathing ragged, thanks to the way his hand grabs your throat. He's like a demon, unforgiving and unrelenting, out for your soul.

And then, much like everything else, the change to your cute bunny is abrupt enough to send you reeling. He pulls out of you with a gentle smile, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips as he picks you up, carrying you over to the bathroom and giving you the most gentle bath you've had in ages. He joins you of course, his larger body pressed flush against yours as he holds you close, cleaning you up and helping you relax.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough," he whispers, kissing your shoulder softly as another giggle, much more innocent this time, escapes him, telling you he's almost afraid of having hurt you. It's up to you to prove him you enjoyed it just as much as he did, and he can't help hiding his face in the valley of your breasts as he lays you back down on the bed, all ready to go to sleep at last. It takes him a while to reach up and tuck your head under his chin, but as he does, he makes sure to whisper sweet nothings into your ears, once again telling you he's still drunk. Drunk in love with you. 

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[phillippadgettwrites]

Prompt: M&S get invited to a party by the Lone Gunmen. Scully surprises everyone by wearing a sexy outfit (leather skirt with high heeled boots maybe). They dance on 80s songs and drink and get veryyy horny

Interlude

Rated X / 1386 words / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

She’s drunk. Drunk drunk—the giggling, wobbling, uncoordinated kind. She’s not sure if she’s holding Mulder up at this point or he’s holding her up, or perhaps they are both being held up by the sweaty mass of bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder around them in the Gunmen’s living room, shuffling haphazardly to the too-loud music. 

What you need is a big strong hand to lift you to a higher ground. Make you feel like a queen on a throne, make him love you ‘til you can’t come down. 

She almost hadn’t come. Their entire relationship has been so far from what anyone would consider normal that attending a house party together seemed downright scandalous, but she could tell that Mulder really wanted her to go. She took the opportunity to wear a little black miniskirt that’s been collecting dust in her closet for years, and paired with her highest heels and a loose-fitting blouse, it struck just the right balance of sexy and polished that she was able to bring herself to leave the house in it. When she slid into the passenger seat of his car outside her apartment, he’d openly gawked at her for so long that she felt herself blushing, unaccustomed to his prolonged, undivided attention. 

“Maybe we should stay in?” he’d suggested playfully, struggling to tear his eyes away from the exposed, pantyhose-free skin on her thighs. 

It’s still new enough to be just a little bit awkward. Innuendo-laced jokes that have flown freely between them for years suddenly aren’t jokes anymore, and they haven’t yet established a new rhythm of being together that makes it clear when sex is or is not on the table. But three hours and twice that many drinks in, he’s slipping his hand up under her skirt in the middle of the dance floor, playing with the hem of her panties and shouting his intentions in her ear over the music. 

She can feel people looking at them. Frohike for certain, though Byers and Langly are polite enough not to stare. Even the other partygoers, people she has never met and will likely never see again, give them long glances that tell her they are behaving inappropriately. Later, she will be horrified, but with bass thumping in her chest, vodka burning hot in her belly, and Mulder’s erection grinding against her hip, she can’t be bothered to care. 

She loops her arms around his neck, towing herself up enough to press her mouth to the shell of his ear.

“I have to pee,” she slurs, her toes intermittently losing contact with the floor as he pulls her close with an arm around her waist. 

He releases her, and when she turns away from him to head for the bathroom he delivers a firm slap to her ass, which makes her squeal with surprise. He stays hot on her heels all the way to the bathroom door, and when he follows her in she doesn’t feel inclined to object. With the door closed and the music muted, the degree of her inebriation becomes more apparent and she touches the backs of her fingers to her flaming cheeks. 

“Don’t let me drink any more,” she mumbles, hiking her skirt up around her hips. 

“Got it,” Mulder replies with a cheesy thumbs-up, leaning heavily against the bathroom counter. 

She’s about to pull her panties down when she realizes she has an audience. 

“Are you going to watch?” she asks, aiming for sarcasm.

“Can I?” he shoots back, and she rolls her eyes. 

“Turn around,” she says, swirling her index finger in a circle. 

He complies, and she watches the back of his head as she empties her bladder. When he hears the toilet flush he looks over his shoulder, his eyes wet and bleary, and watches her tug her skirt back down. 

“You should wear that more often,” he says as he approaches her, taking her by the hips and pushing her up against the bathroom counter.

“Where would I possibly wear this?” she quips. 

Mulder thrusts his hips gently against her, kissing the side of her neck. 

“My apartment,” he says, his tongue thick. 

They start to kiss, slow and sloppy, and she feels brazen enough to palm him over his jeans. 

“Is that an offer?” he asks against her cheek, his fingernails digging into the back of her thighs. 

“Maybe,” she answers noncommittally, though she’s already unbuttoning his fly. 

He grabs both her hands and moves them away, and even through her drunken haze she feels embarrassed. 

“Now I have to pee,” he says with a chagrined little smile. “Just give me one quick second.”

He takes one step to the left and proceeds to unzip his fly, and Scully watches as he pulls out his half-hard cock and aims it at the bowl. He looks over at her, swaying slightly, and smirks. 

“I can’t pee when I’m hard, stop being sexy,” he says with an appreciative leer. 

“My apologies,” she says as she moves to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “This better?” 

The only thing strange about it is how un-strange it is. Given, she’s bordering on sloppy drunk. After what feels like a very long time has passed, she runs her palms down the front of his body until her hands collide with his, and she feels that he is no longer erect. 

“Is this a service you offer?” he asks, moving his hands so that they lay over the top of hers mid shaft as though showing her how to work the controls. 

She hums, a non-answer, but she also doesn’t move away. She feels a rush beneath his skin under the tips of her fingers before she hears it hit the water in the toilet, and it should be strange but somehow it isn’t. 

He doesn’t bother putting himself away when he’s done. She strokes him back to life, and he rucks up her skirt again before he bends her over the counter beside the sink. He doesn’t take her panties off or pull them down, he just tugs them to the side and forces himself into her in one swift thrust, watching her face in the mirror. 

Someone pounds on the door, but it’s absorbed into the bass vibrating the walls and the staccato slap of his skin against her ass cheeks as he takes up a harried pace. Their eyes are both on the mirror, on each other, her hands laid flat on the counter top and his spreading her ass cheeks apart so he can steal intermittent looks at what he’s doing to her. She’s not sure she’s ever behaved so badly in her life, and it goes straight to her cunt. 

“I’m gonna come,” she announces loudly, and his eyes roll back in his head. 

He barely manages to stay upright as she explodes around him, leaning over her for balance as a stream of profanities hits her ear and his cum runs down the insides of her thighs.

There’s another knock, much more insistent, and they hear Frohike’s irritated voice warning them that he’s going to pop the lock in about ten seconds. Scully scrambles to pull her skirt back down while Mulder falls against the glass shower door behind him as he struggles to get his still-hard cock back into his jeans. The lock pops and the noise of the party bursts into the room, along with a very disgruntled Frohike, and Scully pushes past him before he has a chance to speak, disappearing back into the party.  

Mulder finds her in a corner of the kitchen a few minutes later, guzzling a glass of water. 

“Hey, partner,” he says with an accusatory smile. “Thanks for sticking with me back there.”

“Sorry,” she says, wincing.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks, his eyes flashing down the length of her body. 

“A cab from here to my place won’t be cheap on a Saturday night.”

Mulder shrugs. 

“My place is closer. Plus, I think you promised me you’d wear that skirt to my apartment.” 

“Did I?” she asks, smiling over the rim of her water glass. “I won’t have any clean clothes to change into, though,” she points out. 

“Sounds perfect,” he says, then grabs her hand and makes for the front door.  

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[heehappi]

My Heart Beats For U

❯ Pairings: Heeseung x fem! reader

❯ Tags: angst with happy ending

❯ Character: Reader who has a strong attachment to Ethan, Ethan who was Heeseung’s twins, and Heeseung who desperately in love with his brother’s girlfriend.

❯ A/N: Heeseung is NOT a third wheel, Ethan is mentioned but not much, reader has mild mental health issue.

❯ The number of chapters: 3

❯ Synopsis: 

You and your boyfriend's brother are eventually together. You like to unbutton his shirt at midnight and kiss the 20 cm long scar on his chest.

Because his heart belongs to your boyfriend.

Ethan, who died in a traffic accident, was your boyfriend. After that accident, his heart was transplanted into the body of his twin brother, Heeseung. So you seduced Heeseung, gathered all your thoughts to find ways to crawl into his bed. You don’t want and don’t allow that heart to love someone else other than you. It must belong to you…

…for good.

Chapter 1 - 2695 words

Heeseung and you have lived under the same roof for a year. One night, you suddenly wake up because of a loud peal of thunder. You look out the window, the lightning flashes and it starts raining heavily outside. You go to the kitchen to have some water. It’s a habit of you to glance at the wall clock in the kitchen.

It’s already half past eleven. And Heeseung hasn’t come back home yet. After the company was listed on the stock market, he had so many social events. He comes home later and later, sometimes he stays at the company overnight.

“Ding-dong”

When you’re just about to go back to your room, the doorbell rings. You walk towards the door and open it. Drunken Heeseung is standing there with a sexy woman, his arm draped around her shoulders, his body sticking to her. She wears a short, tight, black dress that hugs her perfect body perfectly. The woman hugs Heeseung tightly and pretends to be smiling towards you, her eyes filled with provocation.

“There was a party tonight. We had some little fun games. Mr.Lee might have drunk too much and insisted that I would take him home."

This is the fifth time this month that Heeseung was taken home with different girls. I wrap my arm around his waist, pull him out of her embrace, not forgetting to thank the woman.

“Thank you for helping him. I’ll take care of him now.” 

She is displeased, wants to say something but you shut the door just in time. You hate the repulsive perfume on her.

You assist Heeseung in getting back into your bedroom, help him lie on the bed, and take off his shoes. You nervously lean your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat through his shirt before exhaling a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, his heart rate remained normal.

Heeseung has ignored the doctor’s repeated warnings that excessive drinking wasn’t recommended for his health, especially after that heart surgery. 

Just as you are about to stand up, Heeseung suddenly grabs your arm, flips you over, and traps you beneath him. He squeezes your wrist. There was no sign of inebriation when his dark eyes looked at you with obvious discomfort.

“Why don't you pretend to be drunk anymore?”. You smile.

Heeseung has been used to this type of party over the years. He has mastered controlling his alcohol intake, so there is no way that he gets drunk to the point of passing out. Your wrists are squeezed more tightly so that your eyes become red from pain. A tinge of sadness flickers in his eyes, his eyebrows frowning.

"Aren't you the least bit jealous? Aren't you very concerned about this heart? Aren't you afraid I'll have a change of heart that I will no longer love you?"

Heeseung said, grabbing your left hand and pressing it firmly on his chest. 

“Then you will?" You ask.

Pain and sadness welled up in his eyes.

"Y/N, is your heart made of stone?"

Then, he slams the door and leaves the house. He doesn’t return for the rest of the night. He no longer gently coaxes you like before. He even goes on a business trip without informing you.

That’s when you know this time he is really mad at you.

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Ethan, Heeseung and you are college classmates. Ethan is a cheerful and cheery person, wherever he is, there will be laughter. However, his brother, Heeseung, is always cold and nonchalant. You and Ethan dated for 3 months until his final year, Ethan died due to a car accident. Meanwhile, Heeseung had a serious heart disease since birth. So basically, thanks to that accident, thanks to that heart transplant after it, he has lived like a normal person.

Truth be told, you knew that Heeseung liked you a long time ago. When you were a freshman, you accidentally read his diary.

Your name is written all over it.

Therefore, Heeseung - who always seems calm and indifferent - didn’t resist your seduction on the night he recovered from his illness. Even though he knew that you were acting drunk, he still let you sleep with him that night.

You wanted to make Heeseung love you because he has your boyfriend’s heart.

_____________________

On your birthday, you go to the training room to practice with your ensemble as usual.

“Did you argue with Heeseung?". Sunoo, your dance partner, asks you.

You don't have many friends, Sunoo is one of your few buddies.

You said perfunctorily. "No."

Sunoo shakes his head. "I don't believe it! It's been a long time since Heeseung came to the dance troupe. Before, regardless of how busy he was, he would always make time to see you rehearse. Every time he came, he brought a lot of food in case you were hungry. I can tell Heeseung loves you so much, Y/N.”

He pouted. "Moreover, today is your birthday! And Heeseung didn't come? This is too unusual!"

Sunoo still wants to chat more but the dance teacher calls him away. 

You have never cared about Heeseung's kindness towards you.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket. It is a message from Heeseung's assistant. 

“Mrs. Lee, I’ve made an appointment with the doctor for you at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Please remember to come on time."

You pick up the phone and text back. "Okay, thank you."

You have stomach problems.

When Ethan passed away, you couldn't face reality so you didn't eat for many days.

Afterward, you ate too much, leading to gastritis. After Heeseung knew that, he found the best doctor in the country to treat you. He even changed himself from someone who didn't know how to cook to a nutritionist, always cooking various dishes and coaxing you to eat.

Now that you think back, it seems Heeseung has always treated you well.

When you had a stomach ache in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, he held you in his arms and rushed to the emergency room. When you had a fever, he stayed by your bedside to take care of you all day and night. When you went on business trips, no matter how late you came home, Heeseung was always waiting at the airport gate to pick you up.

Last year, on your birthday, he even flew back from abroad overnight to see your live performance. In front of thousands of spectators, he walked onto the stage, holding a bouquet of carnations. When he stood in front of you, all the lights suddenly turned off.

Then there was a "pop" sound. A bright beam of light from above clearly illuminated you and him. The corners of his eyes lifted into a smile. He gave you that bouquet of pale red carnations with both hands. "Y/N, happy birthday."

Heeseung’s romance is not much. But it's all for you.

You scroll down the message, then click on the chat box with Heeseung. It has been a month since the last message was received. Heeseung texted that he had something to do and wouldn't go home. You scroll up the chat box and re-read all the messages. Heeseung used to call you love, but then gradually changed to Y/N/L, both your first and last name. When did his attitude towards you change?

Maybe it was that time, Heeseung caught you video chatting with your best friend. You said you only saw him as a substitute lover, you never truly loved him, you just wanted to have his heart. After that day, Heeseung stopped smiling at you. After that day, he is often picked up by different girls when he is drunk.

You recall that one night, he kissed you like crazy, his eyes turned red, full of sadness mixed with angriness.

 "I have the same face as Ethan, now I even share the same heart with him, why can't you love me?"

That's right, Heeseung is so kind and gentle, why don't you love him?

_____________________

You finish the rehearsals in the evening. As soon as you walk out of the dance troupe, you run across Peter, the butler of the Lee family. He says that Heeseung's mother has something important to inform you and asks you to come with him to their house. 

Constructed midway up the mountain, their house is an old villa from the 1970s, nostalgic but no less unique. It's getting dark now, and the villa's glass windows let in a dazzling display of lights. This is the second time you’ve come here.

The first time was with Ethan. You still remember, when Ethan introduced you to his parents that you were his girlfriend, his father's face darkened, accompanied by his mother's disgusted eyes.

They didn’t want their son to marry below his station.

After getting out of the car, Peter takes you inside the house. Before entering the house, you took a deep breath, always feeling bored. After going through the hallway and into the living room, you finally see Heeseung after a month. He wears a neat suit and sits solemnly on the sofa. There is a girl about eighteen years old sitting next to him. The girl has long hair, wears a white dress, and smiles confidently.

When Heeseung’s mother notices you, she changes her attitude and walks over to hold your hand.

"You finally came."

She even pulls you to sit next to her, letting Heeseung and that girl sit across from you. Heeseung gives you a straight glance, with a surprised look as if he doesn't expect that you will come here.

Grasping your hands, Heeseung’s mother grins and says.

"Y/N, I called you here today because I have happy news to share with you."

Happy news?

You suspiciously look straight at Heeseung.

You haven’t processed what is going on until the female sitting next to Heeseung puts her arm around his and looks at him with her eyes full of love.

Heeseung's mother says.

"Let me introduce to you. This girl here is Hailey, she is Heeseung's fiancée. She returned from Australia to marry him."

The girl named Hailey also grins at you.

Heeseung's mother squeezes your hand, smiling sarcastically. "After all, Heeseung is still young and can't resist the temptation of true love. Today I called you here hoping that you would not bother Heeseung anymore."

You glanced at her. Her smirk made you hate her. You pull your hand out of hers, turn to look at Heeseung.

"Are you going to break up with me?"

Heeseung sits there quietly, lowering his eyes. A bright light shined down from above, making his eyes look deeper.

He ignores you.

With a sigh of relief, Heeseung’s mom requests. "Peter, let the guests out please."

The corner of Hailey’s eyes twitched slightly. She smiled and looked at you complacently.

"Miss Y/N, this way please." 

You reluctantly glanced at Heeseung, his expression was still as cold as before. You suddenly felt uncomfortable in your heart. 

Heeseung, do you really love me?

Peter keeps urging you to leave. You feel like you are tied with a rock under my feet, you are frozen, staring at Heeseung in confusion, emotions welling up.

Seeing you not moving, Peter reaches out and pulls you. As soon as his hand touches your arm, you finally lose control and scream at him.

"Don't touch me!"

Everyone is flabbergasted by how loud the scream is.

Things go quiet all of a sudden. They stare at you in shock, as if you are some kind of monster. The only one who seems calm is Heeseung, he looks at you sadly.

That's when you realize you were losing your grip.

You couldn't control your anxiety.

You don’t even dare to look at each person, just quickly murmur hastily "Sorry" before turning around and running out in panic. But after just a few steps, your wrist was gripped by someone. You feel like your heart stops beating for a second when your entire body is yanked backward. With both hands, Heeseung holds your face and kisses you desperately.

A film of agony appears in his eye, you can tell that he is on the verge of tears. He bites your lower lip rudely making you wince in pain. Then, with an inexplicable expression in his eyes, he slowly let you go. You taste the blood on your lip, smelling like rust. Your blood also lingers on his thin lip, bright red.

Hailey angrily stomps her feet and gets off the sofa.

"Heeseung, what are you doing!"

She sobs and hurries to Heeseung’s mom. "Auntie, look at them, do they have any shame?"

While comforting Hailey, Heeseung’s mother angrily scolded him. "Heeseung, are you crazy? Hailey is your fiancée."

With one hand, Heeseung loosens his tie and with the other, he pulls you closer to hug you tightly. His eyes instantly turn cold. 

"You are the one who chose Hailey as the fiancée you, not me. You all have already seen how I feel about this fucking marriage. From now on, don't you dare to bother Y/N anymore.”

Then, Heeseung takes hold of your hand firmly and drags you away, utterly ignoring the screams behind him.

____________________

The car runs smoothly on the road. Heeseung and you sit next to each other in the rear row. He seems to be purposefully avoiding you as his entire gaze is fixed out the car window.

Your head is lowered, your hands hang limply on your knees, you fiddle with your fingers. Sometimes, you look out the car window, the yellow street lights illuminate the road, the trees speed by on each side of the road.

The car slowly stops when the red light ahead is on.

Heeseung suddenly raises his voice after a month of cold war with you. "So… I don't contact you, then you won’t take the initiative to talk to me?"

You turn to look at him. A dim light shines in, lighting his sharp eyebrows and the gloom in his eyes. He doesn't look at you, he just looks forward at the road.

"I...". You want to say that was not true.

In fact, in the afternoon, you picked up your phone and kept opening his message box, wanting to ask if he was coming home tonight.

But after entering the text multiple times, it was finally deleted.

"Actually, this afternoon I..."

"That doesn't matter anymore.". Heeseung interrupts you.

The car passes through the intersection when the light turns green.

Heeseung tells the driver: "Pull over."

He turns his head away, fixes his eyes outside the window, and coldly orders. "Get out of the car."

You glance out the window, it is still very far from home.

Just as Heeseung is about to say something, he closes his eyes, his face filled with impatience. Turns out he's still angry with you.

____________________

You stand on the side of the road, watching his car drive off.

This is the first time he left you like this.

It’s 9 pm. You feel even more alone as you stroll aimlessly down the busy street, seeing busy people around and their happy grins. Then a couple catches your eyes. Each of them holds an ice cream in their hands, stands under the neon lights, and takes selfies with a grin on their lips.

You couldn't help but remember that summer evening of your last year of college, when Ethan and you stood under the street lights, both holding cups of milk tea and taking selfies, you and him also laughed like this.

You still clearly remember, at that time you unintentionally turned your head and vaguely caught a glimpse of Heeseung’s figure.

He stood there, alone.

His lonely figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness of the night.

-> chapter 2

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Write Love on My Skin

Summary: Y/N's bored and wants to play a game with Dean. Who will win?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Not much. Fluff, lots a fluff and silliness. Smidge of angst. Bit of kissing/making out, nothing too explicit. All fairly fluffy sexiness.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,233

A/N: So, my dear friend, @winchesterfanatic1967 has been feeling down and out lately, and having a really rough time of it. So, she made the following request for a fluffy/sexy Dean fic:

I've really been missing Supernatural and Dean lately and also been sort of down. If it's ok I would like to request some major Dean x reader fluff where he's tickling her and while doing so he discovers how ticklish underneath her arms are for the first time maybe while tickling her ribs and he gets too close? She's desperately trying to keep him from getting her there but fails and while holding her arms up she's begging him not to and he can't help but laugh along with her cause he's never heard her laugh or beg like that before while tickling her and he finds it super cute?

So, I've attempted to give her what she was looking for in this fic, and I hope you all enjoy it as well.

If you do enjoy it, please don't forget to Reblog and Comment. Means the world to us writers! ❤️

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89.

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Y/N looked up from the incredibly boring book she was reading and groaned towards Dean who was sitting on the other bed in their cheap motel room, methodically cleaning his weapons.

“I’m bore-duh!” She whined at her best friend.

Dean’s lips quirked up slightly as he pulled off the etched slide barrel of his silver, 1911 pistol, but otherwise he ignored her cry of distress and continued to pull apart his favorite gun.

Annoyed by his unwillingness to drop everything and make her boredom go away, Y/N tossed her book across the room, hitting him in the upper arm.

“What the fuck?” Dean grunted, turning to give Y/N an extremely offended look. He picked up the book and tossed it back onto her bed. “Did you just throw that at me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh, it’s a barely two hundred page paperback, you’ve taken worse.”

Dean scowled at her and Y/N let her face crumple in misery. “Deeeeeeeaaaan.” She whined again. “Entertain me.”

Dean scoffed and returned to the task in front of him. “What, you want me to do a song and dance for you?”

Y/N nodded, eyes bright. “Yes, please!” 

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen.” He said as he began rubbing his finger along the inside of the barrel with a soft cloth. Y/N tried not to notice just how nimble his thick finger was as he pushed it back and forth along the chamber.

Those fingers had skills.

She’d been best friends with Dean since they were kids, and there wasn’t a person in the world that she trusted more. They’d been through everything together, including a slightly inebriated night of sex and laughter nearly five years ago. When they’d woken the next morning, though, they’d both been slightly panicked that they were going to ruin the best thing in either of their lives, and neither of them were willing to risk it. So, they’d agreed to forget it happened, and worked at getting back to being buddies. 

There had been many weeks of awkward hunts and even more awkward rounds of drinks afterwards, but eventually things leveled out, and they got their easy, incredible friendship back. And Y/N was grateful.

But she also never truly forgot. 

She never forgot the way his mouth felt, hot and soft against her hammering pulse, or the way his body made her vibrate with pleasure as she skimmed her hands across it, or the way his strong fingers felt dimpling her skin and pushing into her body, strumming and plucking bliss from head to toe. 

She never forgot, but for fear of losing him, she pretended she did.

Now she shook her head and pushed the intrusive, dirty thoughts to the back of her mind and renewed her attempt to get him to solve her boredom.

“Come on, seriously. Clean your guns later, let’s play a game.”

“Okay,” Dean said, glancing at her, “let’s play the quiet game. First one to talk loses.”

Y/N shot him an unimpressed look. “Ha. Ha. I lose. Let’s play something else now, shall we? Pick a game!”

Dean pushed out his lips and closed one eye in concentration. “Hmm…strip poker?” 

Y/N felt her stomach dip and she answered instinctively. “Kay.”

Dean’s head whipped towards her. “Really?” 

Y/N affected a laugh. “No. Not really.”

“Cruel woman.” Dean pouted teasingly, but Y/N wondered at the real disappointment she could see in his gaze. 

But she ignored that too, and just smiled, picking up her phone. “I’m gonna Google us a game to play.”

Dean just shook his head and went back to his gun.

After a few minutes, Y/N found a game that she pretended was going to be perfectly innocent, and bounded over to Dean, forcing him to drop the pieces of his pistol back onto his bed, as she pulled him over to hers.

Dean was laughing in exasperation. “Jesus, Y/N you’re like a rambunctious toddler today.”

Y/N pushed him down on the side of the bed and climbed up to kneel behind him. “K, so the name of the game is, ‘Messages’. So, we each take turns tracing words onto each other's back, and the other person has to guess the message. It’s like Broken Telephone for two people.”

Dean shook his head, and sighed. “Wow, sounds like fun.” He said with unconvincing cheer.

“Shut up, it will be fun.”

Y/N thought about what she wanted to write first, and then began tracing it across the plaid flannel that stretched across Dean’s back.

“I’ll write one word at a time, and you try to guess after each word.”

Dean shrugged, playing along. “Fine.”

Y/N spelled out her word slowly, and Dean guessed. “Y/N?” 

“Uh huh.” She said and continued.

“…is…”

“…the…”

“...worried…?”

“No.” Y/N laughed. “Here, I’ll do that one again.” She said and spelled it out once more.

“...world…?”

“Close enough.” She allowed and continued with the next word.

“...best…”

As Y/N spelled out the last word, Dean snorted in disbelief, and turned to look at her. 

“Y/N is the world’s best hunter?”

Y/N beamed at him. “Why thank you, that’s very kind of you to admit.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, sweetheart, my turn.”

He lifted her up and set her on the floor in front of him, making her giggle at being tossed around like a sack of flour. He was tall enough that even with her standing, he could reach her back easily.

“This is a very simple phrase. Just two words. I’ll spell them both, see if you can guess.”

“You…wish.” Y/N recited and then spun around to punch him lightly in the shoulder. But Dean caught her fist before she could land it, and yanked her forward while he fell backward, pulling her down on top of him. 

Y/N was laughing breathlessly as she tried not to relish the feeling of Dean’s hard body beneath her own. They were behaving like children, and no doubt that was what Dean was thinking as he ran his hands up her ribs, though she was sure she saw a familiar kind of heat come into his expression just before he rolled her over and pinned her underneath him and began tickling her sides. 

Y/N laughed loudly as she writhed, pushing at Dean to get him to stop.  “You’re so mean!” She gasped out. But the corded muscles in his forearms easily withstood her attempts to stop him, and after a minute he slid his wiggling fingers up under her arms, tickling her mercilessly as she screamed in laughter and delight, even while losing her breath completely. 

Tiring of her pushing against his arms and shoulders, Dean grabbed up both her wrists in one hand and held them easily above her head, allowing his free hand to alternate from right side to left, as she bucked beneath him and cried tears of laughter. Before long, Dean was laughing hard too, enjoying Y/N’s simple joy and pure soul shining up at him.

Finally showing her some mercy, he stopped and let go of her wrists, shifting slightly so he straddled her hips, lifting his weight off of her, and digging his knees into the mattress on either side of her.

He ran his hands up and down her sides soothingly; Y/N closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, and Dean groaned.

Y/N’s eyes popped back open, not sure she’d interpreted that groan correctly, but as she looked up at him there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze this time. His pupils were wide and his mouth slightly parted, his tongue pushing gently between his teeth. She had just a second to take it in before Dean’s lips were on hers. 

Her memory had served her poorly over the last five years. 

It was not vivid enough to properly capture the way her blood rushed from her head, leaving her woozy, or to remember the exact flavor of his tongue. She had forgotten too, how possessive he was when he kissed her, stamping her with his mouth, pulling the air from her lungs and feeding her his. 

She’d forgotten the precise timbre of his voice as he growled his pleasure into her ear, and how perfectly textured his callused fingers were as they scraped along her sensitive skin.

He moved his lips to the hinge of her jaw and his hands moved to cup her breasts and she was reminded of what it felt like to be worshiped by Dean Winchester. Every caress, every nip of his teeth and slide of his tongue along her skin felt like adoration, like love.

Ironically it was this feeling of being loved that made her freeze and whisper, “Wait, Dean.”

She wanted to cry when he stopped immediately and then practically vaulted himself off of her. She didn’t want him to stop, never wanted him to stop. But she knew she’d never survive another fun romp with him. She wanted too much out of it. Friends with benefits was never going to work for her. Tears swam in her eyes as the blinding truth slammed into her. 

She was madly in love with her best friend, and had been for a VERY long time, long before they’d ever slept together. 

Dean was shaking his head now. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry.” Before she could even formulate a response, he jumped up from the bed and slammed his way out of the room. 

She laid still on the bed, staring at the door he’d walked out of, before hearing the Impala’s engine roar to life and recede into the distance. All Y/N could concentrate on was the fact that she’d driven Dean out of the room unarmed. 

She should have just let him clean his guns in peace.

***

Hours later Dean still wasn’t back, and Y/N finally changed into pajamas and climbed into her bed, falling into a fitful sleep. She woke with a start when she felt the bed dip behind her as she lay on her side. She had no idea what time it was, but she recognized Dean’s scent, gunpowder and laundry soap, as he stretched out behind her.

“Dean…?” She said croakily, and started to turn towards him, but he put a hand on her shoulder, halting her.

“Please, sweetheart, don’t turn around. I…I want another chance at the game.”

“What?” Y/N asked, confused and not entirely sure she wasn’t still sleeping.

“I’m gonna write something on your skin, and if you don’t like what I write, you can just pretend you didn’t understand it, and we’ll both just move on.”

When she was quiet, he prompted her. “Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.” She said quietly.

She heard Dean take in a deep breath before she felt his callused forefinger begin tracing letters across her bare back above her tank top. She shivered slightly and then concentrated more than she ever had before, desperate to know what he was telling her.

“...Don’t…” She guessed the first word and Dean made a sound in the affirmative.

“...hate…”

“...me…”

As she guessed the last word she was shaking her head. “Dean, I could never -”

But Dean cut her off. “There’s more.”

He began again immediately.

“...But…

“...I…” She said when he stopped after a simple line down her back.

“...can’t…”

“...help…”

“...being…”

Y/N could feel her heart accelerating as the words continued.

“...in…”

“...lov-”

Y/N started the word and then gasped, missing the next word altogether and just catching the lowercase y-o-u Dean spelled onto her skin.

She twisted around to face him, and wanted to weep at the look of fear she could make out on Dean’s face. Her bold, brave, undaunted warrior was clearly terrified of what she was going to say, and Y/N wasn’t going to wait a second longer to put him out of his misery. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, putting all her love into the embrace. Dean seemed surprised at first, but quickly wrapped his big hand around the back of her head and deepened the kiss, stealing all her breath and sense for the second time that day. 

As he pulled away, panting hard against her cheek, he frowned. “But, you wanted me to stop earlier, you didn’t want this.”

Y/N shook her head. “I’m in love with an idiot.” She said ruefully. “I wanted to stop cause I knew I wanted more than a fling, more than some sort of friends with benefits crap.”

Dean’s whole face lit up as she spoke, a wide, dopey grin settling on his face. “I’m the idiot, right? The idiot you’re in love with?”

Y/N giggled. “Yes, idiot.”

Dean whooped and rolled her over so that she was on top of him. Y/N laughed with sheer delight and Dean smiled up at her warmly, with just a hint of sadness.

“You’re too beautiful to love me, Y/N. But please don’t stop.”

Y/N pushed open Dean’s flannel and then slid up his t-shirt so she could write across his chest, over his heart.

N-E-V-E-R.

“Never.” She whispered.

“Never, never.” Dean agreed with a nod before pulling her down to seal their promise in kisses.

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[wrestlezaynia]

For your drunk Kevin fic, I've been staring at the first one and it sounds a bit like Kevin (I'm not sure). Hope this prompt helps:

"I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

"Without Him, There Is No Me."

Tonight is the night or so Sami thought. He had an entire speech prepared for the occasion but, unfortunately, Kevin didn't realize Long Island iced tea contained alcohol and two or three iced teas later he was completely smashed, leaving Sami to tend to his needs.

Sami opens a small box containing an engagement ring and releases a heavy sigh, a thud coming from the bathroom shaking him from his reverie. "Kev?" He calls out, placing the box on the nightstand.

Moments later, an inebriated Kevin emerges, wearing a towel and a grin as he poses provocatively in the doorway. "Sami thinks sexy?" He slurs, struggling to maintain his balance, teetering back and forth.

Even while intoxicated Kevin manages to make him laugh as he nods his head in agreement. "Sami thinks very sexy." He replies, gently gripping Kevin's arm and guiding him to the bed.

The two men lay in silence. Kevin rests his head against Sami's chest while he runs his fingers through his short damp hair, deep in thought. That's when Sami feels his eyes boring into him as he meets his gaze.

"I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so…I like it. Can I touch it?" Kevin asks, peering up at him through glassy eyes.

Sami smiles fondly at the only man he has ever loved, the man he hoped to call his husband, giving a small nod to indicate his approval.

Once he's granted permission, Kevin reaches up to caress Sami's cheek, his gaze unwavering.

Sami nuzzles his face into Kevin's palm, staring deeply into his eyes as he leans in close. Their lips mere inches apart when something catches Kevin's eye. "What's that?" He asks, pointing at the box.

Sami follows Kevin's gaze to the box containing the engagement ring. He was so concerned for Kevin's well-being he forgot to stash it away in a safe place. "It's an engagement ring." He explains, taking it out to show Kevin. "I was going to ask you to marry me." He adds softly.

"Yes!" Kevin exclaims gleefully, slipping the ring onto the wrong finger.

Sami watches Kevin's eyes light up as he reveals the ring to him, memorizing his reaction and holding it close to his heart. "It's this one, Kev." He says, sliding it onto the ring finger. "Now we're engaged."

"Engaged." Kevin murmurs groggily, his eyelids becoming heavy. Before long he's out like a light, snoring softly as he cuddles up next to Sami, using his chest as a pillow. The gentle thumping of his heart lulling him to sleep.

Sami remains awake, watching over Kevin while he sleeps. Wondering what the future holds and thanking his lucky stars for bringing Kevin into his life because "without him, there is no me." He reflects fondly.

A/N: I used an old edit intended for a fic that never got written, my apologies! Thank you for reading, I appreciate the support. 💖 Also, I don't always tag all of my fics, so if you missed the last one I wrote, you can read it here. Thanks again, I love you guys! -Zaynee. 😘

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[hopelesstaemintic]

Aquaman

This entire story began with the idea to just write a short Jeno fic inspired by the song Aquaman by Jay Park. Like the song, it was supposed to be short and filthy and lacking plot. I say supposed to because here we are 15,500+ words later with some tooth-achingly fluffy moments and the vague inklings of a story arc. What can I say? I'm a sucker for romance and am yet to learn brevity.

As with all my writing it's very much inspired by music. You can find the related spotify playlist so you can listen along and links to my tumblr and twitter on my carrd.

Status:

Complete (25/01/23), 15,530 words, 5 chapters

Summary:

Career woman (you) meets sexy young business guy (Jeno) in bar at a birthday party and they both proceed to catch feelings whilst they attempt to get in each others pants. This goal is harder to achieve than first seems. Their friends are both a help and a hinderance. Work trips will never seem the same.

Relationships:

Jeno/female reader, Jaemin/original female character, Renjun/original female character

Tags:

m/f, jeno/female reader, fluff and smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, consensual sex, hot tub, older woman/younger man, JARMS, too much kissing, porn with plot, porn with feelings, Jeno in glasses, that one scene in business proposal, Jay Park made me do this, mommy issues, praise kink, Ao3 anniversary

Link to full work

Preview:

You'd laughed when Jeno told you he'd give you a night you wouldn't forget.

It was such a cheesy line: the kind of thing younger guys in clubs say and then don't have the ability to back it up, not that you wouldn't be open to letting him try. How you'd ended up in a dark sweaty room at 3am dancing with a guy significantly your junior was blurred by adrenaline and gin. It had definitely begun with Areum's birthday party. Somewhere after the fourth? drink Seora had declared that we needed to "Take back the night from the youngsters" and so you'd stumbled to the nearest place that was still open. Calling it a club was being charitable. It was more of a bar really, but it did have enough space to dance and the floor was suitably sticky.

The bar was fairly busy when you arrived. Small groups of friends and couples dotted here and there shaking off the stress of the week. At first you hadn't been that interested in anyone else, you were too focused on getting in the first round of tequila shots, but when you rejoined Aerum and Seora at the table you'd found they'd been busy making friends.

"Ah, here she is! Yn, this is Renjun, Jaemin, and Jeno. Aren't they cute? They wanted to make sure I had a happy birthday!"

"You should have told me earlier, I would have bought more drinks"

"It's okay, Jaemin said the next round is on him."

You smile fondly at Aerum, noting the way the one called Renjun is quick to hold her arm and steady her after a particularly tipsy wobble. He has a cute face and short dark hair, but there is something behind the glint in his eyes and the way he confidently smiles at you all that makes you think there is more to him than meets the eye.

Seora, in contrast to Aerum’s inebriation, seems to have regained a laser like focus which she was directing solely at the one called Jaemin. He was returning the stare admirably, the corner of his cat-like mouth twitched up in amusement and challenge. Definitely a handful. You wondered who would blink first.

"Hi. I'm Jeno"

A low voice draws your attention to the guy next to you and you can't help but smile as you take him in. Jeno's dark blue/black hair falls into his eyes and when he brushes it back you notice his undercut. You can also make out the way his disheveled post-work shirt tightens over his biceps and chest. He’s broad and toned and his jawline could have been carved out of marble. Not only that, but his warm smile is very inviting. Lucky me. Just my type.

"Hi Jeno,”

You return his smile and then spare a glance back to your friends but they both seem suitably occupied. Surely they won’t miss you for a little while. You quickly down your tequila and place a hand on his firm shoulder before courage can desert you:

“Wanna dance?"

And that's how you got here: comfortably within a pair of frankly outstanding arms, enjoying the building sexual tension and toying with the idea of taking him home. You've lost track of how long you've been dancing. Thirty, forty minutes, maybe? Jeno is a good dancer: attentive, good at controling his body. You can't help but wonder how that skill would translate to the bedroom. As if he can read your mind, Jeno slides his large warm hand from your waist down to your ass and pulls you closer, until you are both swaying in unison to the music: hip to hip. His grip is firm and reassuring, encouraging you to melt into him. You catch his eye and raise an eyebrow, but he just smiles confidently back. Jeno knows you find him attractive. Hell, he is bloody gorgeous. Sure, he isn't tall, but what he lacks in height he makes up in muscle. Now he's this close you reach up and take the opportunity to run a hand lazily over his broad shoulders and up to the back of his neck, running your fingers over the baby-soft shaved hair at his nape. That's when he says it, making you giggle and sending a shiver through your core:

"You know, if you're up for it we can do more than dance. My place isn't far."

"Are you sure you have what it takes?" You press even closer, still just about moving to the music but really just thinking about how good he smells. Like warm pepper.

"Noona", his low voice tickles at your earlobe and you surpress a shudder, "I don't disappoint. I'll take care of you better than you've ever had before."

You can't help but laugh: "Confident, aren't we?"

"Come over and see."

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hi! Can I get some pregnancy headcanons for Cash Wheeler please?

Hello, dear👋. Yes, you can 💕

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Your mouth was half open as you were applying mascara, doing your best to keep focus and not ruin the last step of your makeup.

A pair of strong hands squeezed your hips from behind, your heartbeat was frantic as you looked over your shoulder

“Geez, Dan. You scared the shit out of me!” One quick glance back at the mirror confirmed your suspicions “And you also smudged my makeup”

“I’m sorry” He chuckled and turned you around to face him.

Daniel took a Q-tip from the small transparent acrylic box along with your micellar cleansing water. He soaked one side of the cotton tip with the clear liquid before he cleaned up the black, smudged mascara off your under-eye area. “Voilà!”

“Thank you” A small smile was plastered on your lips “I see you chose the olive green one then” Your hands caressed the soft material of his short-sleeved Henley “It will look great with the black boots”

“Mhm” Was the only response you had back until your eyes met his on the mirror

Your question came in the form of a small whisper “What?”

“You look so good right now” His low growl resonated in your ear and warm palms covered your round belly. “I love this color on you. Looks so sexy”.

Daniel’s eyes swam through your body, his eyes lingered on the matching teal lingerie and you could see the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans as he dipped his head down.

His blonde beard was soft against your neck, an opposite feeling to his sharp teeth on your skin

“Baby, we’re gonna get late to Dax’s birthday party” You raised your hand up to play with the smooth sandy blonde strands

“Oh trust me, Dax’s the last thing on my mind right now” His hands traveled up to cup your full breasts, expert fingers soon finding your nipples underneath the fabric

“Dan” You panted as his fingers softly pushed the bra straps down your arms

His teeth created a small line of delicate bites along your skin, from your neck to your shoulder.

His tongue soon followed, leaving a wet trail across your collarbone until he reached the right side of your neck

“We’re gonna get so late” You chuckled before moaning when his hand cupped your clothed core

“And who gives a fuck?” He smiled against your skin, groaning when the scent of your perfume inebriated his senses “God, the things I want to do with you right now”

You took his hand and sank it inside your lace panties “We’ll have to make it quick though, otherwise we’ll miss the party”. A soft moan escaped your lips when the pad of his fingers circled around your clit

“Oh, my sweet puppy. This is just a silly little warm up, beautiful”. He chuckled “Because once I have my way with you, you’ll be begging for us to stay at home”.

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[churchofthesluttyknee]

A Series of Firsts

Author(s): A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee

Pairing(s): Pedro x Oscar

Rating: E18+ MDNI

Word Count: pending

Series Warnings: explicit sexual content, including, but not limited to BDSM, choking, anal, oral, masturbation (self/mutual), toys, public sex

Chapter Summary: Pedro and Oscar discuss consensual power dynamics and safety. Oscar gives Pedro his first lesson.Takes place the day after chapter 3 concludes.

Notes: I know “cool slutty daddy” didn’t happen until 2023, and that Ash Crossan didn’t become an entertainment correspondent until 2022, so I’m taking some liberties (as if this whole story isn’t full of them 🤣)

Tag line: “Have you ever craved it? Craved it so badly… that it hurts?”

Chapter 4 - First Lesson

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[Pedro narrates]: Al descubrirme totalmente entregado de cuerpo y alma a esta conexión, surge un nivel de confianza y complicidad que nunca habíamos experimentado. Nuestras miradas se encuentran, comunicando el ardiente deseo de olvidarse del mundo afuera, y solamente sumergirme en tus ojos inebriantes. Tus besos sellan este momento. No quiero que te vayas.

Upon discovering that my body and soul are totally devoted to this connection, there’s a level of trust and complicity that we never experienced before. Our gazes meet, communicating the burning desire to forget the world outside, and only dive into your inebriating eyes. Your kisses seal this moment. I don’t want you to leave.

 

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ACT I: Toast and Coffee

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Oscar stands in Pedro’s kitchen cooking lunch. Several pans are on hot burners and a delicious aroma fills the kitchen/living room area.

Oscar hums ‘Tuyo’ as he stirs boiling noodles in one pot and adds spices to a sauce in another. Just as he starts to strain the noodles Pedro pads into the living room wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else. His bed hair points in all directions. He yawns loudly and stretches his arms above his head.

Checking his watch, Oscar sees it’s a few minutes before noon.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day,” Oscar says cheerfully.

“How long have I been asleep?” Pedro asks as he stretches again.

“About ten hours, give or take. I guess I finally tired you out,” Oscar says with a sly grin as he begins to plate their lunch. “Did you want to eat inside or outside? It’s late enough that the sun is out and it's another beautiful LA day.”

“Let’s eat outside. I’ll show you the castle I told you about the other night.”

They take their plates, laden with a robust spaghetti in red sauce, out to the balcony.

A soft breeze blows and birds chirp cheerfully. As promised, Pedro points out the castle down the hill. They eat in a comfortable silence, savoring their meals, sipping on Casillero del Diablo. When they do speak the conversation is light and casual.

“About yesterday…" Oscar begins softly. "I’m so incredibly sorry if I hurt or scared you. That was not my intention at all,” he says, maintaining steady eye contact.

“My neck is still a little sore, but you didn’t hurt me. You just caught me off guard. Up to that second, everything had been so… sweet. When I found myself… pinned… to the shower wall, it was… well, it was hot, don't get me wrong. I love your passion. But it was also a bit sudden. I know I should have said something, but…”

“Mi Pedrito, mi tigre, mi amor… I dropped the ball on this, and I’m sorry. I should have been paying closer attention. The second you got on your knees, those sexy, slutty knees, I knew the dynamic of our relationship was changing. It was my responsibility to help you navigate that, and make sure I knew your limits. I know we said we were gonna talk about it when I got back last night, but seeing you lying naked in bed… I couldn’t help myself. But today this conversation is a top priority."

"Oh I know, I have been totally wrapped up in you myself. I don't blame you for getting carried away. I just want to try to do this right. It's all so new."

"It's something I've explored before, so let me guide you. Have you given any more thought to your safe words? I believe we decided that three would be a good starting point. Green, yellow and red.”

“I have! I know it’ll probably sound silly, but…” he laughs, then continues, “since we’ve both been dubbed ‘Space Daddies’, what if our words were astronomy related?” he asks enthusiastically.

“I like that. Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

“For green I think ‘moonlight’ would be good, because I’ve always felt safe in the moonlight. For yellow, I was thinking ‘starlight’, because sometimes stars look like they’re blinking, like caution lights. And for red, I was thinking ‘nova’, because it sounds like ‘no veh’, you know, no-go? But also because it’s an explosion, and things tend to stop pretty fast when they’ve exploded." Pedro laughs joyfully at his own joke.

“That they do, Pedrito, that they do,” Oscar says, his heart full and happy seeing Pedro back to his usual, goofy self. “I think those are excellent, mi vida. Let’s keep talking inside while I clean up the mess I’ve made in your kitchen,” he says, kissing Pedro tenderly on the forehead.

Collecting their empty dishes they go inside to clean up the kitchen. Pedro collects the cookware from the stove and stacks it neatly beside the sink. Oscar runs hot water and begins rinsing. Pedro wipes down the stove and surrounding countertops. Once he’s done all he can do, Pedro sits on a bar stool, facing Oscar, who is still rinsing dishes and putting them into the dishwasher.

“So… you mentioned yesterday wanting to do ‘truly depraved and brutal things with me…" Pedro begins, watching Oscar intently. “What sort of things do you imagine doing with me… to me?” he asks, his voice equal parts excited and timid.

Oscar smiles at Pedro and flicks water at him as he rinses the final dish.

“Well, since we’ve only just begun to explore our desires, let’s start off slow. What do you think about only being able to cum when I say you can?”

Pedro tilts his head slightly, considering what Oscar is asking him.

“You mean, like we did earlier, where you tell me to touch myself and to slow down so I don’t cum too fast?”

“Hmm, something like that. But let’s take it a step further. You can only touch yourself when I say you can, whether I'm here or not. And when I say you can touch yourself, know that I’m not giving you permission to cum. I might let you get close, so very close…” Oscar licks his lips at the thought of Pedro being desperate for release. “But until I give you permission, you’re not allowed to cum. And if you do… well, disobedience comes with punishment.”

“What… what sort of punishment?” Pedro asks, his eyebrows arching in fascinated curiosity.

“That’s something we’ll have to figure out together. What sort of punishment do you think you’d deserve for disobeying me, mi tigre?” he asks with a salacious grin.

Pedro bites his lip. “Well… since you’re talking about permissions, I suppose a fitting punishment for disobedience in this case would be not letting me cum at all?” he responds softly, looking at Oscar with a sad puppy expression, brows knitted together.

“If the disobedience continues, yes, that does seem a fitting punishment. Or perhaps I’ll overstimulate you, make you beg me to stop. You’ll be begging either way. Both sound equally delicious,” Oscar says, his smile devious.

Pedro’s eyes widen in shock. He’d never considered overstimulation before.

“But before it gets that far, you’ll be given warnings. The first warning may be verbal, but could also be something light, like a slap. I know you don’t really like harsh physical pain, so I’d never strike you hard… unless you wanted me to. But I think an open palm slap across the face, or on your ass, would be within your tolerance?”

“I think that would be ok. I definitely enjoyed it when you slapped my ass last night. As for my tolerance, I guess we’ll just have to discover it together.” A mischievous smirk tugs at his lips. “What other things did you want to do with me? Would these things be restricted to certain areas, like our homes? Or would we do stuff in public? Like… with the chance of being caught? The possibility of being caught… that… that actually sounds kind of exciting.”

“Oh, that turns you on, does it?” Oscar rubs his chin, contemplating the delightfully devious things he could make Pedro do while in the company of others.

“Yeah. My adrenaline always surges when the stakes are higher.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Speaking of public places, you’re going to the premier at the Dolby this evening, right?”

“Yeah, gotta support our fellow Space Sister, Diego!” Pedro replies enthusiastically.

“Space Sisters! I don’t know exactly where that name came from, but I love it! Did you want to go together in a ‘strictly platonic friends’ kind of way?”

“Yeah, that’s probably best. But maybe… we can fool around in the theater once the lights go down?” Pedro asks, winking playfully.

“Mi Pedrito travieso! What’s gotten into you? Have I awoken some sort of dormant beast in you?”

Pedro dismounts his stool as Oscar wipes down the counter a final time. Putting his arms around Oscar’s waist, Pedro nibbles Oscar’s earlobe.

“Si, papi,” Pedro purrs softly in Oscar’s ear.

Oscar shivers as the heat of Pedro’s breath causes a chill to run down his spine.

“Speaking of Space Sisters… Moon Knight and Din Djarin, who do you think would win in a fight?” Pedro asks cheerfully, resting his head on Oscar’s shoulder.

“Moon Knight, hands down! He’s got the power of Khonshu when he’s in his suit. No way Mando’s gonna beat that!”

“Excuse me, but Mando has a full suit of beskar! It’s impervious to everything. What’s Steven got? A mummy suit?” Pedro scoffs, laughing loudly and slaps Oscar’s shoulder.

Turning to face Pedro, Oscar says “Oh, you cheeky little minx. We’ve not even fully laid out the rules of play and you’re already begging for punishment. And I know just the thing. While you were sleeping I went into town and did a little shopping. Bring me the bag by the sofa and I’ll show you what I got,” Oscar says excitedly.

Pedro spots the bag by the sofa and brings it to the bar, handing it to Oscar, who is now sitting on a stool.

“It’s heavy. What’s in it?” Pedro asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Oscar rummages around in the bag, placing miscellaneous articles of clothing, rope and some industrial looking straps, onto the bar before finally pulling out a thin box. Pedro sits on the next stool, watching as the pile of mysteries grows. Pedro’s eyebrow arches as he tries to figure out exactly what he’s looking at on the bar and in Oscar’s hand. Oscar opens the box and pulls out a sleek black device with a ring attached. He also palms a small remote control.

“Uh… what the fuck is that Oscar?” Pedro asks, eyes wide, voice slightly raised.

“This, mi tigre, this is going to be your undoing. It’s a prostate massager with flexible teasers and internal warming. It’s remote controlled. That way, when you need… behavior modification, I can make adjustments discreetly. Let’s go try it on.”

 

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ACT II: The Test

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A few hours later Pedro and Oscar are in Pedro’s bedroom getting ready to head to the Dolby Theatre. Pedro stands in front of a full length mirror wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt and black boxer briefs. Oscar is dressed in a similar dress shirt and dress pants. Oscar buttons Pedro’s shirt while Pedro works on Oscar’s bow tie.

“Are you sure it feels ok? It’s not uncomfortable or poking anywhere it shouldn’t?” Oscar asks, his tone caring, full of concern.

“No, it’s fine. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as you do, but it’s still a pleasant sensation.”

“Want to test it out real quick, make sure everything is where it needs to be? Wouldn’t want to find out something’s wrong on the carpet.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Just keep it on low. I don’t want to become a Lonely Island song cliché,” Pedro quips with a smirk.

Oscar stifles a laugh and presses the power button. A Cheshire Cat grin manifests as Pedro’s breath catches and he moans softly. When Oscar doesn’t immediately turn the device off Pedro looks at him expectantly.

“Really? You’re gonna keep it turned on?” Pedro responds in a bratty tone, arching his eyebrow.

“Let’s test the range. I need to see how far away I can be and still have this thing function,” Oscar responds, ignoring Pedro’s sass for the time being.

Oscar steps out of Pedro’s bedroom and walks down the hallway. Every few feet he hits the up button and grins when he hears Pedro moan loudly. On his way back to the bedroom he can hear that Pedro’s moaning has softened, but comes in ragged gasps.

“I guess it’s got a pretty decent range, yeah?”

“Unless you want me to have to change, you need to turn that off, right now. I’m seriously going to cum any second,” Pedro pants, his tone a bit more commanding than he’d intended.

Oscar glares at Pedro for several seconds, maintaining unwavering eye contact, letting Pedro know that he overstepped by making demands. He finally switches the toy off, and Pedro sighs in relief when the silicone inside him stops vibrating.

"Did you just tell me what I NEED to do?" he says with a soft, menacing tone, eyes dark.

"Yep. And you did it, didn't you?" Pedro replies in a casually triumphant way, pursing his lips in a smirk.

"Testing me already? Tsk tsk tsk," Oscar clicks his tongue in disapproval, his harsh glare turning into a smirk of his own, which somehow makes him look even more threatening.

Stepping closer, invading Pedro’s personal space, Oscar wraps his right hand possessively around Pedro's straining erection. Oscar's other hand moves behind Pedro's hips to find the base of the toy, placed perfectly between his cheeks. Oscar pushes the toy into him in tiny pulses, each micro-movement causing Pedro to gasp. Oscar's right hand moves down to cup his balls firmly but not painfully.

"WHEN are you going to cum?" Oscar growls in his ear.

Pedro whimpers, "Please… I… oh my god," he barely manages between gasps.

"When?" Oscar demands, the grip of his right hand tightening slightly, just on the verge of becoming painful.

All trace of sass gone now, Pedro feels every part of his body electrified and aching with tension and excitement.

"When... when you give me permission, Daddy," Pedro pants.

"That’s my good boy. Don't forget," he warns, releasing Pedro from his grip. Pedro slumps in a combination of relief and longing for more. He can tell he’s in for a long evening.

 

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ACT III: The Denial

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Thirty minutes later they’re getting out of the studios private car in front of the Dolby Theater. A flurry of flashes momentarily blind them as they start walking towards the staging area near the start of the famous red carpet. They find Diego, exchange hugs, then get in line to walk down the long line of press. At each of the press stations, just as the interviewer is asking Pedro about his upcoming projects, Oscar hits the button on the remote nestled in his pocket. As the line progresses the intensity of the vibrations changes, up, down, never remaining consistent. Oscar delights when Pedro gasps just as he’s about to answer each reporter. The last reporter in line, their favorite, is Ash. Ash, the reporter who would eventually help birth Pedro’s title of “Cool Slutty Daddy” into the world. Oscar knows Pedro absolutely relishes the playful title and casual flirtation, but tries to play it down on Disney red carpets. That just isn’t a very Disney thing to talk about at one of the House of Mouse events.

Ash: “So Pedro, are you excited to see Diego in a Star Wars role?”

“Absolutely! I’m always happy to support a fellow…” He’s cut short as Oscar hits the button, increasing the frequency of vibrations of their new toy. Pedro coughs to cover the gasp. “Latino Space Sister!” he finishes quickly. Ash raises her eyebrow, silently asking if he’s ok. Pedro shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, urging her to continue.

Pedro answers a few more of Ash’s questions before being led off by Oscar into the venue. As other attendees are taking their seats Pedro notices that Oscar keeps glancing over his shoulder.

“What are you looking for, Oscar?” Pedro asks, trying to find where Oscar’s gaze keeps being drawn.

“I’m keeping an eye on the balcony. It looks like it’s closed off for the event. Once the lights go down I’m going to go up there and make sure it’s empty. I’ll text you when it’s all clear.”

Pedro nods and they both chit chat with other celebrities sitting around them as they wait. After about fifteen minutes the lights begin to dim and the theater goes dark. Another five minutes later Oscar taps Pedro’s hand and points up, indicating he’s going to check on the balcony situation. A few minutes later Pedro’s phone buzzes.

Pedro exits the auditorium, turns right, enters the first door on the right and mounts the stairs to the balcony. The path is lit by tiny running lights on either side of the steps. After a few moments Pedro finally sees light from the screen below. Oscar is sitting at the edge of the balcony, arms hanging over the rails, watching Diego tower over the audience on the projection screen.

“Hey,” Pedro says softly as he takes a seat next to Oscar.

Oscar turns to face him, cups Pedro’s face in his hands, and kisses him greedily. During the kiss Oscar presses the power button on the remote. Pedro moans into Oscar’s mouth as the sensation rocks him. Oscar gets up from his chair and stands before Pedro, his silhouette blocking the screen. Oscar places his left foot against the inside of Pedro’s right foot, and with his right he forces Pedro’s legs apart.

Oscar gazes into Pedro’s eyes as he works to undo Pedro’s belt buckle. Oscar can see Pedro’s eyes grow dark with desire as he works on the button and zipper. Pedro lifts his hips as Oscar moves to pull his pants and boxers down. A devilish grin spreading across his face, Oscar presses the up button on the remote in his pocket. Pedro gasps audibly. Crouching before him, Oscar grips Pedro’s shaft possessively and begins to stroke him slowly. After a few moments Pedro is gripping the arms of his seat, breathing heavily. With each moan Oscar changes his pace. Faster, slower, faster. He presses another button on the remote and Pedro groans in delight as the device he’s been fitted with begins to get warm.

“Fuck…” Pedro grunts hoarsely.

“Are you close, mi tigre?” Oscar asks.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m so fucking close. Can I cum, Daddy? Daddy, please?

“No, mi tigre, you cannot,” Oscar purrs.

Oscar gets up off his haunches, sits down beside Pedro, and turns off the device. His demeanor edging on boredom. Pedro whimpers at the loss of Oscar’s hand on his now throbbing, aching cock, and the loss of heat and vibration from the device embedded inside him. Pedro moves his hand to stroke himself to finish. Oscar slaps it away.

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear before,” Oscar says in a velvety tone. “I said you CANNOT touch yourself without my permission. And I do NOT give you permission to touch yourself, nor do I give you permission to cum, mi osito.” Oscar smiles sweetly at his pet.

Pedro whimpers again and moves to pull up his pants. Oscar reaches a gentle hand out to stop him. Pedro looks at him with glistening, sad eyes, which glint in the light from the screen below. Oscar just shakes his head, not looking at Pedro for more than a few seconds. When Pedro puts his hands on the armrests again he starts stroking them absentmindedly. Oscar places his left hand over Pedro’s right and gently strokes his fingers, letting his own trace over and move between Pedro’s restless fingers. Several minutes later, when he sees that Pedro has calmed down, and is no longer breathing heavily, Oscar reaches over and begins to stroke Pedro again. He’s almost instantly hard at Oscar’s touch. Moving deliriously slow, Oscar brings Pedro to the brink again, then stops, occasionally employing the prostate massager. This continues in 30 minute increments for the duration of the premier. Luckily for Pedro the screening is not longer than two hours. As the credits start to roll Oscar tells Pedro to make himself presentable because they have to be social before he can take Pedro home.

Pedro inhales sharply. “Please, Daddy. I’ve never been so desperate…” he moans, “as I am right now.”

Oscar moans softly in response. “You don’t know desperate yet, darling,” Oscar purrs softly.

“I’m so fucking horny, Daddy. Will you please let me cum when we get home?” Pedro asks softly. “Please?” he begs, barely above a whisper, desperation evident in his voice.

“Yes, mi osito, I’ll let you cum when we get home. If you behave.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

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ACT IV: The Release

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Oscar stands in front of the glass walls in Pedro’s bedroom, staring out over the twinkling city, as he removes his clothes. He turns around to face Pedro, who is sitting on the edge of the bed, awaiting instruction, looking a little nervous. Oscar crosses the room, takes Pedro’s hands, and pulls him to his feet. He begins to slowly undress Pedro.

“Do you remember the words, mi tigre?” Oscar asks, making direct eye contact with Pedro, his expression serious. He unbuttons Pedro’s shirt, shrugs it over his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor with his own. Pedro’s pants and boxer briefs soon join the pile.

“Yeah, I remember,” he nods and looks away, slightly embarrassed.

“Look at me. Say them. Tell me what they are. I want to be absolutely certain you understand before we start.” Oscar cups Pedro’s chin and gently turns his head so that Pedro has to look at him.

“Green is ‘moonlight’, yellow is ‘starlight’ and red is ‘nova’,” he responds, maintaining eye contact this time.

“Good. I don’t want you to forget once we get started. Use them if you need them, but don’t feel like you have to say them just to say them. Now, lie down in the middle of the bed and get comfortable… we’re gonna be here for a while,” he says, a mischievous smile slowly emerging.

Pedro does as instructed, propping himself up with a stack of pillows so that he’s reclining slightly. Oscar climbs onto the bed and straddles Pedro’s hips, sitting on his thighs.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Not quite like this, no. I’ve changed pace before, but never prolonged it more than a few minutes. How… how long do you plan to stretch it out?” he asks, his brows knitting with concern.

“Until I feel like you’ve earned it. I’m going to stroke this beautiful cock of yours until you’re begging me to let you cum, mi Pedrito travieso (my naughty Pedrito). And when I feel you’re sufficiently desperate for it… that’s when I’ll let you cum for me. There are only three very simple rules you have to follow once we start. One, you can only refer to me as “Daddy”. Two, no touching. This means no touching me, and absolutely no touching yourself. I don’t want to have to restrain you, mi tigre, but I will if necessary. Three, you’re going to have to show me, beg me, to let me know just how badly you want it. But, if I see you’re getting too eager, too close to disobeying me… I’ll have to stop until you’ve regained control over yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Pedro responds obediently.

Oscar reaches down and firmly clasps Pedro in his fist, but doesn’t begin to stroke yet.

“Do you feel that? My hand on your delicious cock?”

Pedro nods and sighs heavily.

“Good. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels,” Oscar whispers as he begins pumping Pedro slowly.

“That...” Pedro moans. “that feels so good, Daddy,” Pedro says with a shiver.

Oscar doesn’t respond verbally; he just strokes languidly, agonizingly so. Pedro’s hips buck gently under Oscar’s weight, causing Oscar to stop, realizing Pedro is already so close to disobedience.

“Oh no, this just won’t do. I’ve barely touched you and you’ve already started to buck. You’ve still got to earn it baby. Now focus, or this will be agonizingly slow,” Oscar says.

Pedro nods and Oscar resumes his slow stroking. His free hand gently traces lines across Pedro’s chest, pinching his nipples. Pedro moans softly.

Pedro moans loudly, “Have you ever craved it? Craved it so badly…” he gasps, “that it hurts?”

“I just wanna hear you say it, Daddy. I wanna hear you say I have to”, he moans, “beg you,” his breath hitches and he gasps, “to let me cum.”

“If you want to cum… you’re gonna have to earn it, mi puta (my whore).”

“Please,” Pedro begs.

“Please. Please. Please.” Pedro sighs in frustration. “Daddy, please.”

“Daddy loves hearing you beg,” Oscar moans. “Hearing you sound sooo fucking DESPERATE to please me.”

“You promised,” Pedro responds in a soft voice.

“Please! Please! Please…” he begs desperately.

“No! Not yet,” Oscar responds, impatience creeping into his tone.

“Baby,” Pedro pleads plaintively.

Oscar slaps Pedro across the face. The sound reverberates in the quiet room.

“No me digas baby, mi pecadorcito. No recuerdo haber dicho que podías dejar de suplicar, (don’t call me baby, my little sinner. I don't remember saying that you could stop begging)” Oscar says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Perdóname, Papi (forgive me, Daddy),” Pedro apologizes.

“Parece que no lo quieres tanto, tampoco suenas desesperado (it seems that you don't want it so much, you don't sound desperate either).”

“Daddy, Please! I want… need… you to let me cum. You promised.”

“I said no.”

Pedro sighs again, his frustration growing. “Daddy, please. Fuck.”

“Oh my god…” Pedro gasps out of breath.

“Please, Daddy, you promised you’d let me cum this time,” Pedro laments.

“Fuck.”

“Let me cum, Daddy! I need it! I need it… so fucking badly,” Pedro pleads desperately.

“Fuck, please,” Pedro begs.

“Fuck… you promised. Ooooh…”

Oscar’s cock twitches at Pedro’s last gasp. Pedro stares at it with unbridled lust. Oscar moans and reaches for the lube. After quick, liberal application to himself and Pedro he slowly slides into Pedro’s tight ass. They both moan as he moves deeper. Oscar moves slowly, almost imperceptibly, while continuing to stroke Pedro’s cock.

“Please… baby,” he whispers softly.

Oscar smacks Pedro across the face again.

Pedro’s entire body shudders from the sudden, but expected, contact.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.”

“I’m gonna… oh fuck.”

“I said no,” Oscar says again, his tone more forceful.

“Fuck. I’m…” Pedro moans, “I’m—”

“We’re almost there baby, almost there…” Oscar says encouragingly.

Pedro moans desperately, barely able to breathe.

“You look sufficiently desperate now. Do you think you’ve earned it yet, mi puta?”

“Yes, yes, I’m…”

“Yes! Fuck yes… yes!” Pedro exclaims.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you beg,” Oscar says softly.

“Cum for me, Pedrito,” Oscar says, finally granting his pet the permission he’s been begging so long for.

“I’m…” Pedro begins, but as soon as his brain registers that he’s finally been given permission he’s been longing for, he cums hard, almost on demand. His body trembles from his orgasm and he moans loudly. The sheer force of his release expels the air from his lungs, rendering him unable to speak momentarily.

Oscar cums as Pedro rides the wave of his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” Pedro sighs.

His body still trembling, Pedro says, “God, that was… fucking… incredible, Daddy. Thank you.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

#a series of firsts #asof #Latino space sisters #P&O #pedro pascal #space sisters #oscar isaac

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#sexy inebriated tag

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Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 3

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…

OT7 yandere!BTS x reader / Namjoon x Taehyung x reader this chapter

Oh, I was dying writing this chapter so I think I wrote it well? Heh there’s a lot going on, so you have been warned lol. Also hope to post HOAL soon, that is if BTS would stop attacking me with all these sexy bad boy photoshoots that scream C!HOC mens. Sorry, but can you really blame me? :(

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, reader manipulation, scary yandere behavior, voyeur, masturbation, lots of drinking and drunkenness, dubcon, dry humping on the dance floor lol, this is pretty filthy, all of them are horny, dom!Namjoon, dom!Taehyung, Tae’s a lot, shibari, bondage, blindfold, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, threesome, degradation, Yoongi continues to be a meanie, slut shaming, extreme regret for reader that could be triggering I think, tell me if I need to tag anything else

PSA: to reiterate, this is a yandere fic, this is all fantasy, this is scary, no one actually wants this to happen to them irl. But I’m also here for you if you wanna enjoy some hot fictional villains, alright? I got u boo.

Word Count: 8.7k

Playlist: Rotimi - Push Button Start // Shenseea - Blessed (with Tyga) // ROSALIA - Con Altura // Sean Paul - Go Down Deh // Afro B - Drogba // Aya Nakamura - Pookie // DJ Nelson - PAPI //J Balvin - Amarillo // SUPA NYTRO - Tik Pon Cock // Paris Lain - Way (links here)

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“P-please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groans in your ear. “Hmm no.” He pulls his fingers out of you, you hold onto the banister as your orgasm escapes you. Your body shakes with need.

“You’ll come find me later tonight, won’t you, baby girl?” His warmth leaves your body, when you turn around no one is there.

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Your legs are still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You tried not to think about the slick between your thighs as you descended each step, or think about RM’s warm breath against your ear. No, you won’t think about his deep voice that makes you shiver still, or the way he massaged your neck like he had done it a hundred times before...out of all the weird fucked up things you thought could happen tonight, never ever did you expect to meet RM again.

He reminded you of all the reasons why you allowed yourself to fall deeper into that kind of exhibitionistic lifestyle as a carded member. The money was good, but the sweetest rewards were corporal. The saccharine praise your admirers would give you became addicting. You even became close to some of them, for an extra fee.

What was it your old school counselor would say? It wasn’t about the destination, the real reward was the friends you made along the way. Except your new friends told you all their dirty filthy desires and watched as you would get off for them. You learned quickly your sexual appetite was ravenous, the more you indulged the worse it got. You had been starved for attention for so long, quarantine only amplifying your loneliness, and the dark site fed you well.

RM also reminded you of all the reasons why you left. You still don’t understand how you fell so deep so fast, let digital become physical when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The House Rules made the descent into filth almost inevitable. During your only experience inside The House, you had been shown truths you didn’t want to face, depravities you enjoyed. After that night you went home, showered away your sins until your skin burned, logged out and never logged back in. It was the best way to end your addiction to House of Cards, end it cold turkey.

You were not prepared for this again. You were not prepared for how much you craved it.

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The party became wild. Your body now hyper aware of everything after RM worked you up so skillfully and denied you any release. The music reverberates throughout the halls, the beats of the bass clashes with the pounding in your head. The smell of drugs and sex assaults your nostrils, and every time a dancer bumps into you, your body remembers RM’s touch.

So many bodies around you and you feel all alone like an outcast. Where’s Yoongi? You're beginning to miss that annoying smirk and the overconfident man attached to it, you could use some of that confidence right now.

As the room spins around you, your eyes find the place where you had been standing. You’re disappointed it’s empty. Not that you knew what RM looked like, but you feel like you’d recognize him as soon as you saw him, a man like that would look like walking sin.

You shift your upward gaze to the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling, eyes traveling down until you meet the glistening body of a woman. She’s so beautiful it makes you ache, arms secured behind her back, her leg extended and tied high, her other leg bent and pressed to her side and her spread open for everyone to see.

You play with the pendant around your neck, and you can’t help but imagine yourself in her position, tied up for everyone to see, for Yoongi to watch. You’re soaking. You need a drink.

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“Hey,” you bump into Yoongi’s side as you sit down, grabbing his whisky glass and downing what’s left. The burning liquid makes you grimace, face scrunching up in distaste.

He pulls the glass from your grip, looking you up and down, sharp eyes narrowing, “Where have you been?”

“I got lost.” His arm snakes around your waist. His touch feels good, you don’t want to admit how much your body yearns for more, wants to be wanted. “Where are Jimin and Hobi?”

“Dancing,” Taehyung interjects as he gets closer to you, offering you another glass of champagne. You take it gratefully, sipping on the sweet liquid, anything to numb the ache you feel inside.

His eyes sparkle as he scrutinizes you up close, examining your dark makeup and tight dress. He wants to smear the red lipstick on your lips with his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock. He wants to stain your pretty black dress with his cum, let the milky white fluid drip all over the black silky fabric, between your breasts-

“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”

You ask him so innocently, Taehyung can forgive you for forgetting. Jungkook on the other hand, silently simmers with rage, especially when Yoongi smirks at him, sitting pressed to your side like a lover would.

“Taehyung,” The man gives you a big wide smile, “that's Seokjin,” he points to the tall man who keeps his distance, “and this,” he hits Jungkook’s chest and pulls him into a headlock, “is Jungkook!” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “a big fan.”

Your eyes go wide, did you hear him correctly? You watch the two play fight. Jungkook punches his older friend in the side a bit harder than he was expecting, earning a yell from Taehyung. They act cute, you think, Jungkook looks too innocent, you can’t believe he had watched you in his free time.

Hoseok and Jimin find their way back into the group. “Y/n, you’re back! Yoongi was about to send out a search party for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and you lean your chin onto your palm, raising your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your smile at the way they tease him.

“Is that so?” His fingers pinch the flesh of your back at your retort, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. When you try to pull his hand away, he takes the opportunity to intertwine your fingers together, pulling you firmly to his side.

You look down at Yoongi’s hand in yours, resting on your hip. Without the alcohol cursing through your veins you might have pushed him off you, but instead you sit buzzed and docile. He acts so possessive of you in front of the others, it makes your heart race. “Well I’m here now.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” Jimin fills everyone’s drinks. 7 glasses clang together and they cheer, making you giggle as you down the glass. One cheers becomes two, and then another bottle comes, until you're welcoming back that hazed state of mind that feels so freeing. The background fades away and the booming music around you becomes muffled as you try your best to focus on the conversation, until you realize you’re in Yoongi’s lap, his veiny hands dancing around your exposed thigh. He says something you can’t hear, so you tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder, whining out a slurred, “what!”

“You’re having too much fun.” He suppresses the urge to move his fingers higher, instead tracing lazy circles into your leg, making you twist in his lap, lips parting as you enjoy the sensation. Your body feels heavy from inebriation, so you lean your weight onto him more, focused on his cold rings against your warm skin.

You move your head closer to his. “You wanted to bring me here, right?” you laugh, and you swivel your body against him, grinding into his lap to the tempo of the music. Yoongi notices the others' heated stares, so he shifts his leg, pressing his hands into your thighs, opening your legs wider, and you’re too drunk to notice or care.

Yoongi tries to hold onto his thinning composure, how many times had he thought of you like this? So receptive and needy in his arms. He enjoys your torturous hip rolls, reveling in the fact that the sight tortures his audience even more. But you’re not really paying attention to that, your body only responding to how the music beat hits so well, his growing erection encouraging you to keep rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Y/n, let's go dance!” Hoseok calls out to you over the music. His request pulls you from your trance. You sit up, shaking the clouded haze from your mind.

“Dance? Okay!” You let Hoseok pull you to your feet, stumbling slightly into him.

You turn to Yoongi, “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask, ready to start a fight. He glares at you. You sway on your feet and glare back. Such a brat, he thinks, you’ll just have to be taught a lesson later. Yoongi picks up his whisky and waves you off.

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The dance floor is hot and alive with writhing bodies. You let Hoseok roll his hips into you from behind, your own hips following his movements. His toned arms lock around you, holding you, as he pulls your body lower and lower, until you’re crouched to the floor, your bodies connecting again and again as he rubs his hardening bulge into your ass to the beat.

It feels so so good, his warm body on you, seeking pleasure from one another. Every roll and buck helps to release the frustration RM did to you.

Hoseok’s hands pull your dress higher so you can spread your knees wider. He holds the bunched up fabric to your core to keep what’s left of your modesty, and your arms reach behind you to hook around his neck to keep yourself steady.

Hoseok is such a good dancer, masterfully guiding your loose body. You pull and push each other along to the sensual music, shifting your weight against your combined center of gravity as your bodies heat up in each other’s embrace.

Hoseok moves the hair from your neck away, blowing air on the back of your neck. His hand cups your breast, fondling you out in the open, “You like when I do this to you, don’t you Dahlia?” You’re too drunk to catch the pseudonym he uses.

You close your eyes focusing on his hands groping your body, your fingers fisting into his hair, pulling him closer, and his tongue licks off the sweat on your neck. Hoseok knows all the ways to leave you delirious with lust, hands running up and down your body, massaging your curves and leading your hips to meet his. If he’s making you feel this good with your clothes on, you can only imagine how amazing he’d be in bed, hips rolling against you as he fills you up with his stiff cock...

You’re so focused on Hoseok you don’t realize another body moving closer to you, another pair of hands on you, until Taehyung presses himself into your front.

The music fills your head, the dirty words being sung encouraging you to release all your inhibitions. Your arms reach out to run up Taehyung’s abdomen, up and up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under your fingers.

He places your arms around his neck as he moves forward, his leg slotting between yours. With Hoseok grinding against your back and Taehyung rubbing against your front, you feel like you’re going to combust. The crowd around you is a blur, but everything about them feels so solid, so hard against you. Caged between them, you submit to every caress, every touch from both men.

Taehyung holds the back of your head to keep your eyes on him as Hoseok leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. Taehyung’s thumb caresses your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” his mouth slides across your jaw, under your ear, licking and nibbling at your lobe, giving you goosebumps, “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

You place your finger over his mouth pushing him away, too embarrassed to hear more, but your hips can’t help but push into him at the praise.

“Come with me,” he pulls you away from Hoseok, his friend winking at him behind your back, and you foolishly follow him through the sea of dancing bodies.

---

Pulling you into a dark corner, he cages you in before you can protest. Lips finding your neck, hooking a finger under your choker, pulling up, forcing your neck to tilt so he can reach more skin. Even if you want more, you still have some sense left in you to know letting Yoongi’s friend do this to you in front of everyone is a bad idea. “W-wait. Yoongi will-”

Taehyung’s arm slams into the wall. The noise startles you into silence. It’s Yoongi, always Yoongi. What about him? He steadies his breathing after noticing your wide eyes.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” He leans onto the wall hovering over you, dark eyes peering down at you as he waits for your answer.

You feel your stomach drop under his intimidating gaze. “Should I know who you are?”

He answers your question with another question, “Do you know who Yoongi is? Do you really have no idea?” His interrogation takes you aback.

“He’s one of my...v-viewers...”

“Yes, who? You never thought to ask, baby?” Taehyung looks at you so accusingly, you feel ashamed that you can’t answer him.

“Who is he?” You ask.

He smiles, a twisted grin that makes you feel uneasy. Eyes lighting up darkly once his suspicions were proved right.

“How about this, since we both have so many unanswered questions, why don’t we play a game? I’ll answer one of your questions and then you answer one of mine. I’ll even let you go first.” His playful demeanor is back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“Who are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide. You asked the right question. “I go by V.”

What? “You’re V?”

---

You log into the House of Cards website, open your account to a litany of unread messages. Your eyes skim through them, and one catches your eye. It’s V, the second highest donator from the other night’s stream.

V: you looked so beautiful the other night. I hope to see another broadcast soon...for next time?

V sent you an eighty dollar donation and a link to a lingerie set: pink lace, a sheer see-through pattern on the cups with a matching lace thong and garter belt.

You’ve bought lingerie for men before, for then boyfriends on your anniversaries or Valentine’s day dates, but you’ve never had a man buy you lingerie before. With shipping you’ll still have money left over, so you decide to add some more things in your basket to surprise him for being such a generous donor. It’s not because you had enjoyed his compliments the most during your stream, no. You found a cute pair of thigh high socks and some stick on rhinestones, coming up with a plan to get V’s attention. You squeal once the order goes through, ‘time to arts and craft in this bitch.’

You open his message again, fingers hovering over the keyboard, what should you say? Should you make it sound sexy or cute? ‘C’mon y/n, just flirt.’

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. Just for you sexy <3

Ew ew. No. Before pressing enter you delete the last sentence.

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. See you soon ;)

You go through all your messages, in a much better mood than you’ve been in a long time. You bop your head to the music that flows through your speakers in your living room while coming up with different replies to each new viewer.

It feels good to be stress free, you think, while sipping on cup ramen because you’re still waiting until your earnings clear your account to buy groceries. You’ve managed to answer every message when a new notification dings. V attached a picture.

V: I can’t wait.

Holy... A picture of a shirtless man from the neck down pops up. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s lean and toned, with defined pecs and v-line. Mmm. ‘V’ indeed. His jeans are unbuttoned. His legs spread wide, as if he were inviting you to sit on his lap.

You’re being catfished, you surmise. This man has to be using someone else’s pictures. Or he has a face only a mother could love. Either way, you’ll play with this fantasy. it’s not like you’ll actually ever meet in real life.

So you decide to play along, it’s not like you had work to go to, or anything to do really. Locked up in your tiny home alone and slowly going stir crazy would lead to some unfortunate decisions for you. One of the worst, allowing V to get so close to you.

Abandoning your snacks, you grab your laptop and run to the bedroom, jumping on your bed. Your laptop opens to another risque photo, his jeans zipped even lower. Hand grabbing a very defined bulge resting inside his pants leg. Well fuck.

Dahlia: is that really you?

V: yes baby

V: I wish you were here with me right now. I would make you feel so good, just like you deserve.

V: How about you, am I turning you on?

You clench your legs together instinctively.

Dahlia: you are.

V: are you touching yourself?

Should you lie? You could. But the pictures and his words are doing something to you, you feel jitters and a quick pace and a throbbing core. Suddenly you have an idea.

Dahlia: why don’t you see for yourself?

You create a private room, aim your camera down, mirroring the same angle in V’s picture and send the link to him. You pull the front of your sundress down to show more cleavage and the hem up to show more leg, and you wait.

There’s a notification: ‘1 new viewer.’

V: you look so pretty, you look like a doll

V: I wish I was there.

“Yeah? What would you do to me?”

V: I would spread your legs

You spread your legs at his words. Your stream plays in Taehyung's bedroom, he watches intently, and when your panties come into view he pulls his jeans down to his thighs freeing his hard erection, slowly stroking himself to the sight of your body.

V: fuck, so good baby. being so good for me.

V: I would take off your panties. slowly

You follow his commands and slowly remove your underwear. You like being told what to do, you imagine he’s on the bed with you, telling you everything, guiding your pleasure.

V: touch yourself for me

V: you’re wet already? how cute

V: that’s a good girl, just like that

V: imagine it’s me. my fingers stuffed inside of you, giving you everything you want

V: you’re mine and mine only

V: you’re going to be mine to kiss and fuck. I’ll take care of you baby doll, make you cum all over my fingers. You want that too?

V: you're so pretty baby, you like putting on a filthy show for me? desperate little girl

V: open your legs wider

V: doing so well for me, stay just like that. you’re driving me crazy

V: cum for me

You pulse, moaning out loud, reaching your high. When your lust filled haze clears you don’t feel dirty like before, you feel good. Even better when V sends you another eighty dollar donation.

Taehyung played sweet and affectionate very well. When talking to other House members you’d try your best to keep things as vague as possible, but sometimes you’d let certain things slip with V, and he always listened so well. Shit, he treated you better than your ex. He’d send you sweet messages, gifts, and the hottest body shots. He would do that often, it made you needy for more affection. He was a part of a small group of viewers that you’d offer special private streams to. Little did you know your carefree playdates were Taehyung’s obsessions.

---

Taehyung feels a special kind of gratification at the way you gawk at him, stunned into silence. “Now my turn,” Taehyung’s expression goes from playful to serious in an instant, “Why are you here with Yoongi?”

You swallow, this was V all along. You teetered between happiness and unease, you remembered all the sweet memories you had with him, but this man was still a stranger to you. He keeps staring at you, is this how he looked watching you through the computer screen? Fuck, your imagination could not have dreamed up a sexier man. Oh right, he is waiting for your answer.

You explain to him what happened, Yoongi recognizing you at your job, the agreement you made with him afterwards. Taehyung moves from hovering over you to standing by your side. He listens intently as his eyes scan the crowd. You watch the dancers as you sober up, observing the debauchery you had just been a part of. Taehyung hums as you finish your story.

“Who is-” Taehyung doesn’t let you finish, his eyes staring at the second floor’s balcony. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself. You looked so pretty up there, with my friend’s fingers inside you. You were being such a cute little slut.” His eyes roll back inside his head and he opens his mouth sighing.

He saw you. Did the others- “Did Yoongi see?!” you pull on his arm to get him to focus on you.

“No, he didn’t, just me. My turn!”

You felt tricked, using your question up already.

He turns to face you, leaning his side against the wall. You can't help but notice how he stares at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze traveling down your body and pausing at every place your skin shows, your cleavage and your thighs. “He really worked you up, you looked so guilty when you came back,” Taehyung’s teasing tone back again, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi suspected something.”

Your eyes go wide with worry. “I’m willing to keep that secret for you if...” he bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I bet you’re still wet too. Can I have a taste?”

“R-right now?”

“Yes. That’s my turn again! And I’m waiting for my answer.” He gets closer to you, pressing up against you again, his hands brushing against your thigh. You look around, how far away are you from the crowd? How far away are you from Yoongi?

His lips brush against your temple as he leans his jaw against your forehead. “No one will see. Put your hands back on my shoulder, c’mon baby, be good for me.” His body blocks you from everyone’s view.

His head in your hair, taking a long inhale, breathing in your scent, Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your shaky arms obey him, laying loosely on top of his broad shoulders. You lay your head on his chest, even if his words come out smooth, his heart is racing as he moves quickly between your bodies, dipping his long fingers inside you. You try to bite back a moan, but it feels too good.

Taehyung feels like he’s going to burst. You’re so wet, dripping all over his hand. He tries to fight his urges, there’s so many things he wants to do to you. Your soft whimpers sound so beautiful, so much better in person. You’re his to play with, all his.

He groans, pushing you hard against the wall. He looks like he’s going to devour you, your body tenses and you clench around his fingers. It only encourages him on. You grip his shoulders as he drives his hand upward, fingers pushing into you deeply as you fight against gravity, forced to stand on your tiptoes, struggling against him as his mouth attacks your neck, biting down hard. It’s too rough, too fast. “Tae-V-stop!”

His entire body stills against you, except for his fingers, teasing you still as they steadily press around inside your walls. You try to come to your senses, but everything about him unravels you.

He whispers against your forehead. “Last round, baby doll.” His voice raspy and breathing heavy as he holds himself back from tearing the clothes off your body. “One more question for each of us. I know where RM is, do you want to know?”

'RM,' who told you to find him, and V, who knows where. You gasp and nod your head, waiting but Taehyung smiles down at you in silence, fingers sliding out of you, making you whimper and grip the wall for support when he finally gives you space. He stays quiet as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off his palm.

Your legs feel like jello, your body buzzes with each shameless lick as you watch him. You swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth, pushing the lump in your throat down. You know what he wants. You played right into his trap, and the worst part is you want it too.

“Where is he?”

---

“If you think you’re going to keep her all to yourself you’re in for a rude awakening!” Jungkook grits out.

Yoongi sits quietly with his arms folded as Jungkook starts hurling accusations at him. Jin and Hoseok try to calm the youngest down, but it’s no use.

He grabs Yoongi’s collar, the action making Yoongi finally snap, and without warning Yoongi punches him squarely in the face. Yoongi had taken advantage of his friends holding Jungkook back and distracting him, satisfied when the young man recoils, stumbling back.

Before he can really lose it, Hoseok and Jimin drag Jungkook away, as the youngest screams all the ways he’s going to make Yoongi pay, not even aware of the blood leaking from his nose. Jin pulls Yoongi away in the opposite direction, “We need to talk.”

Jin walks Yoongi outside so they can both get some fresh air and clear their heads.

“He needs to learn not to disrespect his elders,” Yoongi mutters, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

“You know how he gets,” Jin counters, “Don’t act like you didn’t want that exact reaction from him. You were egging him on all night with y/n.”

Yoongi scoffs. He can’t stand how Jungkook acts like you belong with him. Jungkook is crazy. He’s too hot-headed and oversensitive, the complete opposite of Yoongi. The youngest suffers from inexperience and naivety. All that bark, and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. No, Jungkook doesn’t deserve you, Yoongi thinks, he could never take care of you like Yoongi could.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish? You brought y/n back and we’re all happy for that, but if Jungkook is right, then I’m going to have to agree with him, brother.” Jin squeezes his friend’s shoulder and Yoongi shakes him off.

“I wasn’t going to keep her locked away.” Yoongi says dismissively. Not that he didn't think once or twice about it.

“How gracious of you.”

“Listen, I found her. She chose me before and she’ll choose me again. The last time you were with her, what happened, Brother? Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook and even you can fight over her all you want. In the end, she will come back to me.”

Jin smiles, he will let Yoongi think that. “And where is your y/n now?”

“I’ll go find her,” Yoongi goes to leave, itching to get you by his side again.

Jin’s hand on his chest stops him. Jin can’t help but smile at his poor friend’s situation, he had been tricked by the two youngest, a plan they orchestrated themselves and everyone else went along with. But Jin couldn’t keep his friend in the dark any longer, especially when revealing the truth would make the aftermath that much more entertaining for Jin.

“I have to tell you something.”

---

You stand in front of the door Taehyung had led you to, your nerves on high alert. Taehyung stands behind you, humming to himself. His arm reaches over your shoulder to rapt three knocks on the door.

As the door knob turns, Taehyung exclaims behind you, “Oh! I forgot.” His long fingers cover your eyes, as he pulls your head back, your body stumbling and crashing against him.

“Taehyung!”

“Shh. Calm down, it’s more fun this way,” he whispers in your ear as you hear the door creak open.

“What do we have here?”

“I brought her for you,” Taehyung purrs. You can feel his chest puff up behind you, he’s ecstatic, you played his game so perfectly, he was so proud of you.

“Good boy.”

You feel fingers wrap around yours as Namjoon brings your hands to his lips, caressing your knuckles. “And what about you? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

---

Jimin tends to Jungkook’s bleeding nose as Hoseok pours himself a drink. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Kookie.”

Jungkook keeps his head tilted back to stop the blood, glancing over to Hoseok, lips curving in a smile, he’s happy that he accomplished his part of the plan successfully, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Jimin flicks him in the forehead. “No you’re not, unless you want y/n to never forgive you.”

“She won’t,” he pouts, “she acts like she hates him. I’ll be doing her a favor.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

---

The room is quiet, too quiet compared to the raucous party outside. So when Taehyung drags a chair from the corner of the room, the wood scraping against the floor sounds all the more foreboding. Goosebumps bloom on your body as if Taehyung dragged his fingernails along your skin instead.

You sit kneeling on the floor waiting, knees tucked underneath you. RM sits on the bed behind you, legs outstretched and you between them. You stare down at his shoes, shiny black loafers, and glance at his pants legs on either side of you. It's the first time you’ve ever seen a part of him. You want to look up so badly, the idea sits heavy on you, tensing every muscle in your body as you fight your curiosity. The only thing you want more is to find out what will happen if you obey them.

Taehyung pulls the chair right in front of you, facing the bed, you and RM. Another pair of shoes brush against your knees as Taehyung takes a seat.

RM’s fingers rest atop your head and keep your head tilted down while he waits for his friend to situate himself. Until eventually RM moves behind you, fingers fisting your hair and pulling you to your feet. “Go sit on his lap.”

Taehyung sits looking at you like he's just been given first place prize, smirking pridefully as you walk towards him on shaky legs. His shirt is already unbuttoned, tan skin and taunt muscles in full view. That's V, all right. Your insides ache for him, his seduction luring you in like a firefly to light.

Your dress stretches around your thighs as you straddle him, his hands grabbing at your ass and pulling your body into his.

You hear RM’s low voice growl behind you, “Kiss him.”

For a moment you think about the intense quiet man who brought you to this island, his piercing eyes flashing through your mind until Taehyung’s lips crash into yours and you can only think about how sweet the man devouring you tastes, and you kiss him back, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

His hands grope your body, pull your face closer, force away the fabric of your clothes. His touch is everywhere, keeping you distracted only on him as RM sets things up behind you.

RM pulls off his tie as Taehyung’s hands move to either side of your face, and he pulls you away from him, leaving one last peck on your lips, “You’re doing so well, baby doll. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“V...Taehyung, I-I’ve wanted this too.”

“Will you do what I say?” You feel RM’s hands unzip the back of your dress, the fabric lowers and exposes your chest. Taehyung’s grip on your face tightens as you’re momentarily distracted, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck RM while I watch.”

He what who?

Taehyung brings his hips up causing you to lose your balance when he senses your hesitation, his hard length rubs against your aching core, “Don’t you want to? You wanted so badly for me to take you to him, didn’t you? All you have to do is say yes.”

His thumb traces your jaw as RM lowers his black tie across your eyes. Your heartbeat races, your thighs clench around Taehyung’s legs making him moan and buck into your heat. You shudder and RM secures his tie behind your head with a tight knot.

“Tae...” your fingers tighten into the loose fabric of his shirt at your sudden loss in vision.

Taehyung clasps his hands around yours, holding your wrists together as RM presses himself against your back, and you feel ropes being wrapped around your wrists. “You’re so pretty like this, remember last time?”

You do remember. Fuck, how did you end up like this again? This is all Yoongi’s fault.

RM’s hand wraps around your neck and his deep voice speaks in your ear, “Answer him, baby girl.”

“I-I remember.” You want to cry, you want to cum, you want them to stop this torture.

“Let us make you feel good again,” Taehyung’s voice lowers even deeper than RM’s.

“I...okay.”

“You’ll let RM use you?” You nod your head, grateful you can’t see them. You let yourself hide behind the makeshift blindfold.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it,” RM demands.

“I want you to use me,” you sit and wait, embarrassed the words left your mouth so easily. The lack of response makes your insides churn, you can’t see the way they smile at each other. If Yoongi wants to make you only his, they are just going to have to destroy you for any other man.

RM’s grip around your neck tightens, arm wrapping around your body as he lifts you off your feet. You land on the soft covers of the bed, you have no time to adjust to the drastic change of orientation before you feel harsh tugs as RM works to undress you, throwing the clothes over to Taehyung who takes his time breathing in your scent, licking the moistness from the fabric.

Namjoon pulls on the rope wrapped around your wrists placing them high above your head, his weight bears down on top of your leg as he grabs your other leg and spreads you wide. The way Taehyung moans reach your ears you suspect he has full view of your naked body. You wiggle against RM’s hold as best you can.

“Mmmm so needy and I’m not even doing anything yet.” RM’s hand leaves your wrists as he moves lower, resting his upper body on top of yours, effectively pinning your lower body down. Having full reign to play with you in this position, you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. Your tied hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders so wide you can’t reach around to end his teasing, you can only moan and whimper at his slow ministrations.

“Ahh so wet,” RM massages everywhere except the place you want him most.

This is mean, this is tortuous, you’ve obeyed them and they still tease you. You cry out in frustration, clenching every time his fingers poke at your hole, RM’s grip on your thigh is too tight to move even an inch. You shove his back with your tied hands and RM laughs.

“Tae, help me out.” You feel fingers finally pressing into your aching clit, rubbing slow circles, making you cry out. RM’s fingers continue to drag across your lips, gathering the wetness that drips from your core. They slowly and steadily work the tension out of you until you’re numb with pleasure.

You let out a scream when your orgasm finally hits you. After being tortured all night, teased until you were delirious, the release becomes so intense you black out, and when you come to RM is pumping his fingers into you roughly. Your body seizes up again, racing into another orgasm. He rocks his hand into you, thumb rubbing your sensitive hood, and you release again. But RM doesn’t stop. He takes and takes, leaving you breathless. The sounds of your wetness fills the room, mixing with Taehyung’s grunts and moans at your helpless state.

“I c-can’t...too sensitive!”

“This is what you wanted, for Daddy to use you. Take it.”

Your tied hands try to move RM’s body off of you, but he is like a boulder on top of your body, unaffected by your hits. You struggle until his pleasure overtakes the pain, and you fall back, losing yourself in the way his fingers fill you up, hitting the deepest parts of you so skillfully. You stop fighting and accept the power he holds over you, he is making you feel so good you want him to take it, the thought sends you hurtling into another orgasm, tightening again around his fingers.

He can feel how close you are. “Be a good girl and give me one more,” RM groans, “that’s it.”

You’re wailing in pleasure now, unable to stop your cries. Your weak body shaking in his grasp. You feel something wet hit your outstretched thigh. Taehyung’s deep grunts of release finally undoing the coil inside you, and you orgasm for a third time around RM’s fingers.

RM lets go of you finally and you lie boneless, breathing ragged, blind and numb to the world. The air feels cool on your sweaty body as you come down from your high. You feel the bed dip as RM joins you again. Before he had been fully dressed, now you can feel his warm skin against your slippery body.

He lays himself between your legs. His lips finally meet yours, they feel full. You moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with yours. You want to touch his face but your arms are still tied together, so you caress his hair instead, the back of his neck, his muscular shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can.

His hard length brushes against your oversensitive core, his mouth swallowing your whimpers as he pushes himself in. You’re so wet there’s no resistance, but the stretch still leaves you gasping. His thrusts are hard and deep, you focus on how the weight of his body feels on top of yours as he uses you to reach his high. “You’re taking Daddy so well, baby.”

“T-Thank you, Daddy,” you stutter out between moans.

RM holds your wrists down as he finishes, releasing deep inside you. You feel every pulse from his cock, the pressure almost becoming too much as he fills you up.

You hear the familiar scrape of the chair again as Taehyung comes closer, fingers wiping away the tears on your face making you feel cared for. You don’t see how he licks your salty tears off his hand.

RM lifts your tired body in his arms, cradling you to his chest. He puts you in his lap as he takes a seat in the vacant chair.

“Tae has been such a patient boy, I think it’s time for his reward.”

RM moves your body so your back is flush against his, pulling the rope on your hands around his head, locking your arms. His hand massages up and down your legs, putting his knees in between yours.

“Kneel.” You realize RM is addressing Taehyung. He spreads his legs to make room for Taehyung, forcing your legs open in the process.

“RM-” Namjoon places his hand over your mouth, the same way he did at the party, stifling your scream as Taehyung buries his face into your pussy.

Taehyung eats you out while RM keeps you open, until you’re shaking in his lap, until you can’t form anything coherent anymore, until you’re so sensitive Taehyung’s lips around your clit is the only thought in your head, the drag of his tongue pulling away from you the last thing you feel before exhaustion sends you into the deepest sleep of your life.

---

You wake up alone.

You pull the sheets closer to your naked body as you look around the vacant room. Everything is moved back to its place, floor empty. You search the ground for your clothes but there’s nothing there. You pull yourself out of bed, trying to ignore your aching joints and pounding head. You look for your clothes but there’s nothing. You search the entire room, the closet is empty, the dresser is empty, there’s not even a towel in the bathroom. Where the hell are your clothes?!

You make your way back into bed, pulling the covers over your body.

Oh fuck, what are you going to do?

What time is it? They just left you and took your clothes. What kind of sick game is Taehyung playing now? Tears well up in your eyes.

You feel more confused than ever, Taehyung had been so sweet to you before, you had often fantasized meeting him, but he was so different in person. You hadn’t expected this. He’s going to come back, right? Right?!

You are pulled away from your thoughts at the sound of the door creaking open.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.” Your eyes widen as Yoongi makes his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks as smug as ever, holding a hanger over his shoulder.

“A-Are those my clothes?”

“Are these the clothes I gave you last night? No, looks like you fucked yourself out of those.” You pull the bedsheet closer to you, gritting your teeth, blinking away your tears.

“Yoongi...”

“Hmm?” He leans against the bedpost, the clothes hanger hanging off one finger. You want to punch him, but you know you're walking on thin ice already.

“P-please help me.”

“You lost the clothes I got you. Why should I give you more?” You can tell he’s itching to humiliate you.

“So you’re just going to leave me here naked?!” you yell at him.

His eyes narrow. He grabs the bedsheet and pulls, dragging it off your body before you can stop him. You wrap your arms around your chest and pull your legs together.

“I should, after what you did!” Yoongi screams, “Whoring yourself out to my friends. Two at the same time, enjoy yourself? Fucking slut.” His words sting you. How could you fuck up so badly, you just let yourself become overtaken by lust.

“Now look at you. You let them take advantage of you. They used you and they left you with nothing. What would you have done if I didn’t find you?” He crosses his arms, his cold eyes glaring at you.

You burst into tears. Is he right? Is that what they did to you? “I’m-s-so-sorry,” you manage to say between sobs.

He sighs, “I’m here now.” You need him, he’s going to make you see that. He moves closer, lifting your chin to look at him. “If they had taken this,” his hand brushes your choker, “I would have killed them.”

You look at him pleadingly, trying to silence your sniffles. He offers you the clothes hanger, “Change into this.”

---

You unzip the clothes bag and pull out a dress with a light flowery pattern. The fabric is sheer and flowy. The matching lingerie set is pastel pink and strappy. Well, even if he is an asshole at least you can count on Yoongi to make you look good. You clean up your makeup and style your hair as best you can in the empty bathroom, removing what's left of the smudged dark eyeshadow, pushing thoughts from last night away. The more you try to make sense of what transpired, the more confused you become, and remembering just makes you feel hot all over.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall when you open the door.

There is still music playing, still people dancing, a lot less than the night before, but you’re amazed there are any at all.

“Does the party ever end?” you think out loud.

“Only if you want it to.”

Yoongi leads you outside. When you reach the backyard you realize the party truly never really ended, only moved. Partygoers lounge by the pool, drinking and eating.

“Is that a fucking mermaid?” Girls dressed up in tails lay about the pool, you're about to run towards them when Yoongi pulls you away from the pool. “Let’s eat before you decide to go make friends.”

You walk in step. He looks put together as always, wearing simple light clothes, a white shirt tucked into tan pants, an unbuttoned collared shirt on top.

“Is everyone here a House member?” You ask, finally sober enough to start learning some things.

“Yes, I thought it was obvious. It’s nothing official. Just a get-together after our quarterly meeting, something for our investors.”

Right, never did you just have a ‘get-together’ like this. It's annoying how out of touch they are.

You see the familiar faces of his friends sitting in a secluded area. Before you and Yoongi get within earshot he grabs your arm.

“If Taehyung and Jungkook try to touch you again, let me know, will you?”

Wait, Jungkook is RM? What? No way, that doesn’t make any sense. He can’t be, he was downstairs when you first met RM. But why does Yoongi think you fucked him? Jungkook is not RM. Though, you remember how he never spoke to you.

His grip on you tightens when you don’t answer, “Y/n…”

“Okay, okay.”

---

Jungkook watches you and Yoongi whispering to one another. You look flustered when Yoongi places a soft kiss on your cheek before breaking away.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples to take the tension away. When he looks up again, Yoongi and you are walking towards the group, your eyes fixated on...him? Jungkook breaks eye contact and looks back at you...and you’re still staring at him. He keeps eye contact with you, face going redder and redder.

He watches as you greet his friends, eyes glancing his way too frequently to call it a coincidence. What the fuck did Yoongi tell you to make you look at him like he grew three heads?

---

“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi makes his way to the far end of the party where Seokjin is talking to another man. You watch as Yoongi embraces the stranger, it’s one of the few times you’ve seen Yoongi smile, not a self satisfied smirk or a threatening grin, but a genuine smile showing off his gums that make the intimidating man look actually cute. The stranger gives him a dimpled smile in return.

“Who’s that with Seokjin?” you ask Jimin.

He looks over to where you're pointing, Jimin's expression full of mirth, “That’s Namjoon, looks like he made it to the party after all.”

“Oh.”

Jimin pulls on your arm, turning you to him, “Let’s go swimming!”

“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s okay, you can go in your underwear,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“I’ll, um, be right back,” Jimin whines as you get up, and you promise him it will only take a minute. You know you’d never get a chance to talk to Jungkook with Yoongi by your side, the two of them seem to have an odd tension between them. But now that Yoongi is distracted with Seokjin and Namjoon, it’s the perfect opportunity.

“Er hello?”

Jungkook’s wide doe eyes looks up at you. “Hello...”

Okay, he definitely doesn’t sound like RM. “Hi, I didn’t get to talk to you last night. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hi.”

“...hi.”

This is painfully awkward. You study his frame...he is built. The tank top he’s wearing shows off his broad shoulders and muscular tattooed arms, he looks strong like how you imagine RM. Maybe if you kiss him...

Jungkook watches as you peer over his back. “Dahlia…”

“Hmm? Oh, just call me y/n.” you insist, the alias making you feel self-conscious.

“I missed talking to you...so much.”

“We talked?” Is he really RM? No, it doesn’t feel like him at all.

Jungkook bites his lower lip. His front teeth pressing into his round lips makes him look cute, you think, like a scared rabbit.

“Yes, we used to talk a lot, before...” he bites back the words so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. “My username is..” Ugh, Jungkook can’t believe he’s saying this to you out loud, why did he have to choose such a dumb username? “PlayboyJK.”

“Oh, oh! I remember you!” You remember your conversations with him. He was a good tipper, a bit unconventional in his requests, but he was always one of the first viewers to your stream.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you would watch me.”

“Why?”

“You’re just so...handsome? I’m just surprised, I guess!”

Jungkook’s ears go red at the compliment. You’re so perfect, you’re a goddess. He’d watch you all day every day, he’d watch you sleep. How could you think he wouldn’t want to watch you?

“I think you’re so beautiful, I like you a lot.”

“T-Thank you,”

“Are you going to start streaming again?

“Ha no no. I put all that behind me. Well, I thought I did,” you say after noticing Jungkook’s confused expression. “Um, it’s a long story.”

“Oh, you don’t have to join again. I could, um, pay you directly.”

“You’d pay me? For what?” you laugh, but you're curious to hear his answer.

“For anything, I’d pay you...just be with me.” you look into Jungkook’s wide eyes, so determined. Maybe if Yoongi had asked you this way, you would have considered it.

“I-HEY!” You squeal as Hoseok lifts you out of your seat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look of dismay as he pulls the younger man to his feet too.

Somehow you ended up in the pool with your dress still on. The sheer fabric doing little to hide the lingerie underneath for all the men to see.

---

The sun has already left the horizon while you sit on the deck of Yoongi’s yacht, drying off your body from the day's watery fun. You listen to the waves hit the walls of his boat as it sloshes around in the water, the rhythm like a whispering melody. The twilight casts everything in blue, the smell of salt and fresh air along with sound of the sea's waves is just so relaxing. What you wouldn't give to experience this all the time.

“Come back with me.” Yoongi's hushed voice breaks your trance.

“And be what, your personal servant?" you scoff, "I don’t think so.”

"What about those girls at the party? You could be like them, always having fun, the center of attention."

You bite your lip. "I don't want that." You wonder if Yoongi will believe you when you don't even believe yourself.

"Or I could just give you all my attention." He gets closer to you. "All this could be your life."

"Maybe I like my life-"

Yoongi laughs at you, earning himself a glare.

"Or I could just keep you here." He smirks down at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t dare me.”

You stop glaring at him, turning your head away. You watch the lights on the mansion turn on as the night settles in.

“Do you really want to go back to that boring job?” You roll your eyes at his words. “Don’t you want more? To have fun? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I don’t think you could give me everything."

"Just try. You can always go back, I’m sure that manager friend of yours would rehire you."

You sigh, breathing in deep the salty air.

“I would have to put in my two weeks...”

---

Hobi’s scene was fun to write, I haven’t been to parties or dancing in so long I was like what the hell happens again? Now I wanna dance! Reader who said Yoongi will throw her into the sea last chapter you made me laugh so hard I almost considered making him do that lol. I guess there’s still some time to piss him off enough! Do you believe Yoongi? What do you think (or want) to happen next? <3

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

Belong To Him

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yandere! Sunghoon x afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Mafia au!; yandere tendencies; drinking and mentions of alcohol; smut; ice play; clit slapping; implied cunnilingus and fingering; piv; pretty much Stockholm Syndrome 

Word Count: 1.6k words

Mellow speaks: Okay so writing this really did me bad lmao. It's so hot even I couldn't control myself. Hope you guys like it!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod

The ice feels cold as it slides down your skin, goosebumps coming to life as the cool feeling makes itself known, your collarbones and chest tingling under the wetness. Closing your eyes shut, you try to calm your breathing down, desperate to cling on to the sanity you have left inside you, knowing well that it's useless anyway. 

As you're trying to do that though, the ice sensation gets replaced with something.....soft, almost feather-light. Kisses being placed to your skin, you can't help but feel a sudden hotness inside you, your thoughts taking you back to the night it all started. The night all those weeks ago. 

It had been your idea to celebrate a semester well-completed, tequila shots burning through your veins as you had danced your heart out to the rhythm. In that moment, you had felt confident, powerful, and sexy, the tiny dress clinging to your frame like a hastily put-together cover for your gorgeous body. And that was exactly what you wanted it to seem like too, enjoying the attention that was being sent your way by guys left and right. 

But what you enjoyed the most was feeling the stare of the handsome stranger seated in the alcove, his eyes shamelessly raking over your form as if trying to commit every curve to memory. He wasn't the only one doing the checking-out though, your focus solely on his figure as you swayed your hips to the beat, moving your body as a way of silently seducing him. He was too hot to describe, his light-colored hair perfectly framing his beautiful face, his soft features a sharp contrast to the power-suit he donned. 

In your inebriated state, all you could think of jumping his bones, knowing in your head that he was interested too, simply from the way his eyes just didn't seem to leave you. The night was meant to let loose, and you were almost waiting for him to make a move. Except he didn't, leaving before you could even get a word through, looking more than expensive as his shoulder brushed against your own on his way out. It would be a lie to say you weren't a little disheartened, but with your friends to keep you company, there wasn't much time for you to dwell on the sadness. You figured you weren't going to see the stranger ever again, but the wasn't any point letting it ruin your night, right? 

And so you forgot about him, the memory being pushed to the back of your head as you got busy preparing for the next semester. That though, is until a couple weeks later, when you were walking home late at night. One minute, there was a pair of guys asking you for directions, and the next.....a blank. You really don't remember what had happened after that, your surroundings feeling foreign but warm upon cracking your eyes open. 

Fear was the first thing you had felt, followed soon after by surprise, when a certain man had come into view. Park Sunghoon, that's what he had called himself, a soft smile on his face as he had brushed a hand up your cheek. He had told you how you had caught his eye in the club that night, delving into how you had been on his radar ever since then. "I just couldn't get you out of my mind, you see," he had whispered, his smile turning sinister and his voice turning chilly the longer he went on. 

You came to know how he had been following you for weeks already, having had made up his mind to steal you from the world. Being a mafia boss, it had been rather easy for him to get a crack on to all sorts of information about you, and he was keen on making you his as soon as possible. "I just hate losing out on things I like, and I've taken quite a liking to you," had been his words as he welcomed you into your "new home." 

Apart from being frightfully important and equally powerful, you soon got to see just how much of a smooth-talker your captor was. Because the following weeks had him visiting your room on a daily basis, feeding you sweet words and showing you how he was falling for you little by little every day. And even though you knew better than to believe him, you found yourself unable to look away from his eyes, seeing a sincerity in them that an outsider wouldn't have been too sure even existed. 

He was gentle with you, too gentle to be real. Never taking advantage of you, or even kissing you, it almost seemed like he had kidnapped you just to see to struggle to escape. But you never did struggle, because you just couldn't help feeling he was different somehow, and even if he wasn't, you knew you belonged to him anyway, whether you liked it or not. 

That's how you ended up in the present, finally giving him what he had set his eyes on the first time he had laid eyes on you. The icy cold feeling alternating with the warm sensation of his lips on your skin is enough to make the ball inside your tummy tighten for the third time that night. That's right, the man who now hovers over you has already taken the pleasure of giving you two orgasms, his mouth and fingers working wonders on your pussy while you lay pretty for him, the silken lingerie that he had gifted you a few days prior lying on the bed next to you. 

You're growing impatient by the second, your mewls turning into whines as you watch the ice cube inch down your hipbones. "All in time, princess," you hear Sunghoon drawl, his soft voice almost enchanting you and making you drowsy. He's naked too by now, allowing you to immerse yourself in admiring his chiseled body, one of his hands resting on your breast while the other "preps you for later." You can only wonder what that means, eyes too focused on the way his abs dip down towards his crotch to notice the ice cube finally pressing down at your own. 

It's only when the ice actually comes in contact with your folds that you snap out of your trance, wasting no time in letting out a yelp at the sudden pain. But that pain is nothing if not sweet, your walls clenching around the melting piece as slender fingers move it in and out of you. It feels so good you almost pass out, whines of pleasure emanating from your chest as you let him have his way. And have his way he does, smirking to himself as the ice cube finally disappears between you and him, his hands feeling just a little numb from the play. 

But they aren't nearly numb enough to stop him from going for a tiny slap, your clit shaking just a little as your eyes shoot open in shock, another scream at the tip of your tongue. Yet, it's one that never gets heard, because Sunghoon is too quick. Too quick in smashing his lips onto yours, parting your mouth open roughly with his tongue before shoving it down your throat. You can't help but moan into his mouth, getting completely lost in the feeling. 

And that's what he uses to his advantage, his cock aligning itself at your entrance as he pulls away a bit, only to ask if you're ready. "Such a gentleman," you think to yourself, nodding before you can even process what you're implying. That's all the affirmation he needs, not wasting a second in slamming into you with full force, your walls clenching around his girth as you struggle to take in just how thick he is. 

He's gentle but assertive, knocking your body into the mattress while simultaneously knocking the fact that you really do belong to him, into your head. One push and pull and then another, he slowly builds up the pace, his lips never leaving yours as drowns out your moans with his mouth. You've had sex before, but in that moment, you feel like a little, inexperienced lamb all over again, that's how good he makes you feel. Your legs get wrapped around his torso, your arms clinging to his shoulders for dear life as he keeps thrusting into you, stars dancing in front of your eyes.

Your bud is already swollen from the assault before, and with him only speeding up even as his moves grow sloppy, you know you aren't gonna last long. It feels like heaven to you, every move pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your nails clawing at the skin of Sunghoon's back, you feel tears of pleasure flowing down your cheeks, your mind completely blacking out from the force of the oncoming orgasm. 

And that's when it hits you, like a freaking tsunami engulfing you whole, your juices spilling out of your pussy and coating the member inside you completely. But that doesn't satisfy Sunghoon enough, and he continues to thrust his hips for a little longer, kissing your tears away as you let out whine after whine, pushing him over the edge as he cums into his condom, chest heaving against yours as he collapses on top of you. 

That's how your playtime ends, with you too worn out to stay awake for even a minute longer. Sunghoon holds you close to himself, breathing deeply into your collarbone as he too, finds himself giving in to sleep. With your eyes growing heavy, you let them close shut for the night, but not before smiling to yourself at the thought of belonging to someone like the man who now sleeps above you. 

#sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon hard thoughts #heeseung #heeseung smut #jay #jay smut #jake #jake smut

[wasabito]

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WORD(S): 1.1k

PAIRING: Suguru Geto x milf!Reader

CW/TAGS: Alt. Universe (no curses), Public sex, Titty fucking, Age gap, Oral (male recieving), Slight femdom, Nipple play, Infidelity

You look so tasty, but I won't bite. Really, I'm such a good kitty, don't put up fights

Sweltering summer heat, flirty rich cougars, hour long beach volleyball, and copious amounts of sunscreen have been the crux of Suguru Geto's summers since turning eighteen.

Working as a cabana boy for a resort off the coast wasn't exactly what he saw himself doing post-graduation. Sure, he'd always wanted to live somewhere warm under sunny skies but had anyone told him a year ago, he'd spend his days cleaning jacuzzis and serving rum punch at all hours of the day and night, he certainly wouldn't have believed it. But even so, there was no denying said job--that occasionally required he wax his ass every few weeks and keep in decent shape--came with some perks here and there.

Case in point, when Geto quite literally bumps into you at the bar one afternoon, drowning yourself in bottomless mimosas, he knew for sure he was in for an interesting week.

You were witty, sexy, intelligent, experienced, a total catch to say the least. It was rather unfortunate your workaholic spouse couldn't appreciate what he was on the cusp of losing. He'd shipped you off to an island far from Tokyo with your twin boys, while he remained in the city catering to business affairs, according to your inebriated complaints.

And while your children enjoyed all the little activities the beach resort had to offer, you spent the first few days of your trip either asleep in your hotel room, running up your husband's credit cards at the spa or laid out, topless, on the warm, white-sand beaches.

Despite being on vacation, you seemed miserable. That is until you met him.

"Suguru!" You wave him over with a smile, your empty champagne glass raised for a refill which he is happy to take care of.

It takes him but a second to top off your glass with the bubbling liquid, careful not spill any, and more than enough time for you to find something else for him to do--if only to get him to spend a bit more time with you here in your cabana before he'd be called back to his station.

"Is there any thing you would like me to do in particular?" He asks, ever the charming gentleman.

You reach for the bottle of sunscreen. "Lend me a hand?" The sheer cover up you’re wearing is cast aside next as you roll over on your stomach.

Geto feels a lump form in his throat, the heat in his cheeks burning heavy as he takes in the sight of your soft, supple skin. He chews his bottom lip, unsure. The swimsuit you have on leaves little to imagination. With a single tug, you untie the string behind your back and let your bikini top slide right off your body.

You're utterly stunning, and you know as much. His reaction is nothing but natural. It takes Suguru more than a moment to gather his wits and settle close to you, close enough for him to warm up the cold sunscreen between his hands and press into your skin.

"Like this?" whispers Suguru.

You smile, though he can’t see it. "Yup, just like that."

Geto's large hands slide up and down your back, kneading in a way that's enough to put you straight to sleep. When his hand slides down the bend of your waist, it feels like butterflies have been set free in your stomach.

"Take your time," you moan lightly. "No need to rush."

But your words fall on partially deaf ears.

Your body is mesmerizing and he can't help the reaction it draws from him, proven by the tent in his swim trunks. His hands move to your ass, massaging it tenderly. And you have a hard time believing he hasn’t done something like this before.

"Busy later?" You find yourself asking him.

Suguru hums in thought. "I'm afraid I don't get off until evening."

There aren't rules against fraternizing with guests, so long as the guest is asking for your time. But he can't very well shirk his duties to spend time with you.

You place a hand on his bicep, smooth fingers ghosting along the veins on his bare arm. "That's perfect actually, I wanna spend time with you, Suguru, what do you say?"

Of course he agrees in the moment, but Suguru soon discovers that you are trouble for him in the best and worst way possible.

He realizes this when you corner him on his way to the laundry chute. The pile of wet beach towels long forgotten the second you sink to your knees with his cock in your hand. He wants to ask about dinner plans but it seems you have other things in mind.

You make a game of testing just how much of him you could take in your mouth.

Hollow cheek and choked moans, you look up at him with soft, red-rimmed eyes, and let him fuck your throat with nothing more than a sultry smile and smeared lipstick stains left behind. And when he comes, you don’t stop sucking him till he's gone lightheaded and utterly boneless.

Persuasive. That's what you are, though it really doesn’t take much convincing if he were truthful.

That's how he ends up in your bed later that night.

He's so far gone. Gone beyond any form of morality or reason. With your tits rubbing against his cock, there really isn't anything else on his mind but sweet, sweet release. And he's so close, yet so far away, he can taste it.

"You like fucking my tits, Suguru, hmm? Be a good boy and tell me how much you enjoy it?"

"F-Fuck--I--" He flushes red, sweat licking at his nape. His hair tossed in bun haphazardly at the start is now falling apart, with tendrils framing his face and sticking to his skin. He looks so divine, like an angel cast from grace, taken apart with every snap of his hips.

With the way his mouth has fallen open, finally allowing himself to sing your praises, you could tell he was close to coming. You decid to give him a little push. Reaching under him, you give his balls a gentle squeeze, making him choke on his own breath.

"Shit, fuck, fuck." He jerks once, then twice, before coating your chest in with his warm cum.

"I hope you're not tired yet, my love." You rise to your feet, tits bouncy as you move to push him back against the mattress. "The night is still young, and I am far from satisfied."

Without sparing another second, you clamber onto his lap and sink down his him. Suguru feels like he’s lip-locked with death. You kiss him slowly in contrast with how you ride him. And squeeze down around his dick, hands braced against his bare chest, and his own jizz dripping onto his stomach. Every roll of your hips has him seeing stars, ruining him as your cunt spasms again.

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[jackrrabbit]

Unprofessional [pt. 2] /// Yandere Tendou x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Bro can I request a super smutty yandere tendou x reader please there’s literally no content for him and I’m just a honry simp for him 😔 (also your writing is FANFUCKINGTASTIC I have read and reread all of your docs dude at least twice in conclusion you’re my favorite writing blog now)

A/N: Thank you omg I’m so honored, seriously I’m blushing?? Also I love Tendou too so ty for the request. Finished the second (and final) part one day late for his birthday  🎂🥳🎁🎊🎉

Summary: The new hire you’re supposed to be training at your office job is a little too attached for his own good…or yours. [Part 1]

Tags/warnings: yandere, timeskip (Tendou is 23), noncon, mildly inebriated sex, restraints/bondage, threats, Tendou is incapable of shutting up, liberal use of “senpai”

You look so cute like this, wrapped up like a pretty birthday present just for him. Tendou likes you so much it hurts.

Your breaths are intentionally steady, like you’re counting out the proper number of seconds on each inhale and exhale in an effort to appear calm. Your chest heaves lightly, and he’s got an almost-perfect view of it with your blouse unbuttoned and your bra pushed up over your tits. He’d prefer to have you completely topless, but with your hands tied behind your back with his belt, his options are limited.

Tendou’s already shimmied your sensible pencil skirt down over your thighs to expose your legs. You looked so sexy in just your open shirt and pantyhose, but he had to take the hose off for access. Besides, removing the sheer black fabric (slowly, so that it wouldn’t rip—he knows those things aren’t cheap) gave him the opportunity to feel up your legs. Panties came next, and now you’re on your back glaring up at him with your legs crossed and folded to hide your naked pussy.

It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Of course he took a few pictures.

The only issue is the gag. Tendou has his tie wound over your mouth to keep you quiet. It won’t do—he wants to see your face, after all—but he’s already got a fix, in the form of a little square of plastic he takes from his pocket.

He holds it up close enough that you can see it. “Do you know what this is?”

You don’t nod or anything, but you definitely recognize it—a condom.

“We’re going to have sex, senpai.” Tendou picks up on the little catch in your breath when he says the word ‘sex’, but he doesn’t think about it. “I don’t really care if I wear a condom, but I think you probably do. Is that right?”

You don’t respond.

“Senpaiii…don’t be stubborn. Nod yes for a condom, or else I’m not gonna wear one.”

You glare like you want to kill him, but you nod. Haha, how cute.

“Okay, good. I like when you do what I tell you. Now, I want to take the gag off, but I won’t do it if you’re going to be loud, you understand? It’s rude to bother your neighbors late at night. And…” He pauses. “Just to make sure you play nice, if you don’t listen to me I’ll take the condom off and cum inside. You don’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head frantically.

“Thought so.” Tendou’s pale, nimble fingers splay out over your inner thigh. “Then can you promise you’ll be nice?”

It takes you a long minute during which Tendou entertains himself petting the sweat-damp skin of your thigh, but you finally nod.

“Great!” Tendou grins and reaches down to untie the gag.

You take a minute to open and close your mouth, probably trying to stretch out the stiff muscles before you speak. Your voice is impassive and cool like you’ve been practicing what you’re going to say. “Tendou, you need to untie me. You’re very drunk and not in your right mind. Don’t do something you’re going to regret.”

Instead of listening to you, Tendou chooses to strip. Your composed mask slips for a second when he takes off his boxers to reveal his stiff, throbbing hard cock, already aching red and drizzling strands of precum onto his hand when he strokes it up and down. “Don’t worry baby, I sober up quick. I might be a lil tipsy but I’m not gonna have any trouble performing. Not for you.”

He crouches down to center you in between his arms, holding his head directly above yours. “And besides—“ you try to pull back away from his hot breath but your limited range of movement prevents you from getting anywhere— “I’m not going to regret this.”

Your lips are soft under his and you still taste fresh and sweet and minty from the toothpaste. You’re unresisting when his tongue prods into your mouth, but that’s not enough. “Kiss me back,” he murmurs, and you do. Maybe it’s just mindless—he’s sure you’ve kissed other people, as much as he’d like to pretend otherwise—but the movements of your lips and teeth and tongue against his feel almost eager.

“Ha…my first kiss with senpai,” Tendou says, pulling back and licking over his swollen lips. It would be nice to take his time with everything, but there’ll be more chances for that later. He loves the way your eyes trace him as he sticks his own fingers in his mouth to cover them with saliva.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but your question is answered when Tendou easily pulls your legs apart and settles himself between them so he can have easy access to slide his spit-soaked fingers up the length of your slit. “Tendou—Tendou, wait—“

He shushes you and continues to drag his middle finger all the way up from your entrance to your clit, letting the rough texture of his skin combine with your slick lubricant and give you just enough stimulation to make your hips twitch. “Mm, you like that? Gotta get you ready baby…not to brag, but I’m a little bigger than most guys. Wouldn’t want to—oh, easy, easy, relax—wouldn’t want to hurt you.“

You wince and then try to hold it back, school your expression so he won’t see the discomfort on your face when a single finger pushes into you. It’s not that painful, but the physical feeling isn’t nearly as bad as the fact that you don’t want any of this.

“How is that?” Tendou asks, slowly rocking his index finger in and out of your pussy, barely curling the tip to seek out your g-spot. You suppress the minuscule jerk of your core as best you can, but you can’t quite make it invisible and he feels it. “That good, huh?”

You want so badly to be angry. You are angry. If you could speak your mind right now, you’d tell him to go to hell. Yes, it feels good (and even admitting that to yourself makes you want to curl up and die), but it’s just hormones, stimulation, reaction. You can’t help it. But you’re not going to say that to him, not if you have the least chance of convincing him to stop before he goes any further. “It’s…fine. But, Tendou—“

“Knew you would like it. Oh—“ Another finger forces into your cunt. “—you’re tight, senpai. It’s been a while, yeah? You don’t have a boyfriend, I’d know if you did…and you’re not the type to do this casually. Too focused on your career.”

“I…mm…” What is he saying? Typical Tendou running his mouth even while you’re focused on him fucking you with those long fingers, prodding away at that spot—that fucking spot that is somehow, somehow—

—making you wet.

It’s not like some kind of precision activity. Tendou isn’t building you up or being subtle about it. There’s no teasing, no gentle touches, he’s just stroking that same spot over and over and the flat of his hand is mashing against your clit carelessly and it’s so stupid and so messy and there’s nothing kind or loving about it so why is it working?

“Feel that? Feel how wet you are?” Tendou has that same self-satisfied grin as he works his fingers in and out. “Poor senpai… You needed this, but you can’t ask for it yourself, I understand.”

“I don’t need anything…” you say, but you can’t expect him to believe you when your juices are slipping in and out of your hole along with his fingers, lubing him up to move even faster than before. When he started, you were so tense and tight that he could barely twist his fingertips up to pad at your g-spot, but now? Your walls are hot and sticky and supple, sucking him back in every time he pulls out.

He wants to make you cum, he does. And if he keeps going, it’s not going to be long, is it? But it’s your first time together… Tendou feels his cheeks getting hotter. First time with senpai, first time seeing you and touching you and having you totally, completely belong to him. The first time he makes you cum, it should be together.

If he’s not mistaken, you look almost disappointed when his fingers work their way out of your pussy, drawing away from you and wiping clean on the inside of your thigh. “You—You’re not…?” you question, trailing off when apparently you can’t bring yourself to ask for it.

“Don’t worry baby, plenty of time for that when I’m inside you.” Tendou walks his way up on the bed to leave a kiss on your forehead, so quick that you can’t cringe away when he does it.

You look off to the side, determined not to give him the satisfaction of eye contact—not to mention you hate looking at him, you hate seeing his stupid creepy face leering at you like you’re…you’re lovers or something. Like he’s not forcing you. But your attempt to maintain even that measly degree of avoidance shatters when you hear plastic crinkling. Ripping.

He’s opening the condom.

“Tendou—Tendou, wait! Listen!” You swallow and try to pull yourself back into your workplace persona, the mentor he respected and learned from, even if it was just an act. “Listen to me, please. You’re making a mistake. If we—if we stop now, we can forget about it...we can go back to normal, I promise. Do you hear me? I promise.”

“Normal isn’t enough anymore. Y’know what normal is for me? I’ve loved you for fifteen years. Wanted this for so long.” Tendou rolls the condom on and then hikes your ass upward so his cock is lined up with your slit. “Senpai, don’t you think you’ve had your way for long enough? It’s time…it’s time for me to get what I want.”

For the first time since he caught you and pinned you down on the floor of your living room, you struggle, really struggle for all you’re worth. The stiff leather of Tendou’s belt bites into your wrists and forearms as you try and get out of it, but the restraints hold firm—in fact, it feels like they’re getting tighter the more you move. Your hands are going numb from lack of blood flow, the prickles of pins and needles stinging into your skin, but you ignore it. You’re too worried about being heard to scream (and how twisted is it that you’re more scared of your neighbors than him?) but you jerk your leg up in an attempt to kick him away.

Tendou catches your foot before it can hit him. Easily. It’s like he sees everything you’re doing before you do it. “Hey, hey, stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Let me go, Tendou!” you hiss as loudly as you dare.

“Senpai…” His grip on your lower thigh tightens, a warning. “What did I say about being nice?”

You go limp. You don’t want to have sex with him, but you cannot—absolutely cannot—have him do it unprotected.

Tendou sighs as you relax in his grasp. “Good choice… Always so rational. But I want you to say it out loud, okay? Tell me you know what’s going to happen if you misbehave.”

Once again, you find yourself avoiding his gaze. How dare he say he loves you and then treat you like this. “…You’re going to take off the condom.”

“Yeah…” Once again, you feel the thick, stiff cock nudging against your inner thigh. He slides it up between your lips to slick it up. “And what am I going to do when I take it off?”

“You’ll…put it in raw. And…”

“And?”

“…c-cum inside.”

“And you don’t want me to do that. So behave, senpai.”

Tendou pushes into you in one deep stroke and you gasp. ‘A little bigger than most guys,’ he’d said. A little bigger? He’s a liar, again—he’s so big that you can already feel the thick head flush against your cervix, pressing there like he wants to go deeper. “T-Too deep, it’s too deep—“

“Shh, you just gotta get used to it…” Tendou leans down, folding your legs up into your chest so he can trap you between him and the mattress and speckle light kisses over your face. “You have to relax. I’ll be slow.”

The position is uncomfortable. He’s got your spine curled up off the bed and your thighs are burning from the stretch, but his skin bumps against your clit every time he makes the slightest movement. Once you’re steady, he pulls back a fraction and then thrusts back into you, barely moving, just enough that you can feel the pressure of his cockhead receding and then hitting back against your cervix. It’s slow, but it’s not slow enough—nothing is slow enough with how big he is.

Tendou kisses you again, pulling your head back to center so he can shove his tongue into your mouth just like he’s shoving his cock into your pussy. He’s not content to keep up the languid pace for long, though—as soon as you’re the tiniest bit relaxed, as soon as the barest muffled whimpers are forced out of your mouth, he’s lengthening his thrusts and slapping the entire length of his heavy cock back in and out of you.

You almost wish he would stop dragging it out. You don’t want to feel this, any of this, not him groaning into your mouth, not the weight of his body holding you down and spreading your thighs apart, and definitely not the dizzying friction of the head of his cock on your g-spot. You wouldn’t even be feeling it like this if he hadn’t prepared you and left you wanting.

You close your eyes and try to pretend that it’s someone else doing it to you, but it’s impossible. Tendou was right earlier, it’s been too long—there’s no one else in recent memory who you can picture in his place. Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever been fucked like this. Everything you can sense is screaming out that it’s him, him, him, from his whiny voice moaning out love confessions you don’t want to hear to the spicy-sweet cologne, the same one he wears around the office, now mixed with his sweat and so saturated you think you could choke on it.

You’re trying to imagine someone else’s cock driving your pussy open, anyone else—a boy you had a crush on in high school, the guy you’d lost your virginity to in college, even an actor you like—but it doesn’t work, because no matter who you try to pretend is fucking you you know it’s Tendou.

“Hey—senpai, look at me…” He’s patting your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. “Open your eyes…look what I’m doing to you.”

“Don’t…don’t make me…” You shudder as he pushes all the way back in, bottoming out so he can grind his hips cruelly against your mound and provide untidy stimulation to your clit.

“Look.” Tendou’s voice is hard. He isn’t asking anymore.

With the threat from earlier hanging over your head, you don’t have a choice, do you? You open your eyes and look at him.

Tendou Satori. Even in the middle of drilling you, he’s beaming like you’re making him happy. There are twin pink patches high on his cheekbones under his eyes. He’s sweating—makes sense, he’s doing all the work. His lips are red and swollen from kissing you.

Tendou Satori, who brings you coffee at work even when you didn’t ask for it. Who misspells the same word 3 different ways every time he writes up a sales contract. Who said during his first interview that his greatest weakness is that he has a habit of going with his gut, and that his greatest strength is that his gut is usually right.

How is this the same person? No…no, that’s not what’s making you upset. It’s not that the Tendou fucking you is somehow so different from the one you thought you knew. It’s that he’s the same, the same man who never really listens when you say no, who never stops touching you when you say it bothers you. This is just the next thing. It makes sense.

“Senpai?” Tendou’s hips slow and he leaves his cock sitting thick and hard in your battered pussy. “Senpai? Are you…you’re crying?”

He’s blurry and your eyes sting and you want to wipe at them, but, well, your hands are tied. Literally. Tendou holds himself over you with one arm so the other can thumb over your wet eyes. “Don’t touch me,” you blubber out, knowing it won’t have any effect.

“Shh, shh, stop crying,” he says, sounding panicked. “Please stop crying. Please stop.”

Your silent weeping is interrupted by a whimper as he pulls out of you. You feel…something, maybe relief or maybe disappointment, but mostly you’re just overwhelmed. You’re slack as a puppet while he flips you over and carefully unbuckles the belt from your arms. The pins and needles return in full force once you’re unbound, discomforting to the point of pain as Tendou massages over the tender flesh with his own hands.

“Sorry…Looks like it was a little too tight.”

Once Tendou’s released you, you hold up an arm to examine yourself. There are red marks where the edges of the belt dug into your skin. Your hands are still prickly, still desensitized as you clumsily rub your eyes, but you just can’t seem to stop crying.

“Shh,” Tendou says over your shoulder from where he’s sitting behind you, and you’re so sick of hearing him shush you but you can’t bring yourself to respond. “I love you, senpai… Please don’t cry.”

The way he says it—so hurt, so caring, so desperate, makes your heart ache. You’d almost believe him…if he weren’t pushing you back down onto the bed, face first this time. You don’t have the energy to resist as he pulls your ass up to his hips. At least now you can bite down on the sheet to shut yourself up as he fills your aching cunt again.

This time, though, now that he’s fucking you like a dog, he’s got the space to reach down around your hips and stroke your clit. The shock of the contact is enough to scare the tears out of your eyes and you cry out.

Tendou takes your response as permission to do more, rubbing over your button with no regard for how delicate and sensitive you’re feeling. “Yeah, yeah, you like that… Senpai likes it when I touch her needy little pussy? Come on, let me hear you.”

“Tendou—mmph, Tendou, st—ahh…?” But you can’t really tell him to stop. You don’t want him to stop. If you’re going to have to get fucked like this, shouldn’t you at least get to get off? It’s only fair.

Fair. The thought crosses your mind and you almost laugh—maybe you would if the force of Tendou’s body weight wasn’t smothering your face into the pillows. Nothing about this is fair.

“Do you like it?” You can hear how excited he is. “Tell me—tell me you like it, senpai? Please. Please?”

With trembling arms, you raise your upper body off the bed just enough so that you can turn your head to the side and speak. “Keep touching me. Like that.”

He does, padding over your clit senselessly while his cock does its brutal work on your insides. You feel…fucking amazing, and Tendou’s so happy, so grateful to have your beautiful pure dirty body holding onto him, sucking him into your cunt and holding yourself around him like you’ll fall apart if he’s not inside you filling you up. Your pussy is incredibly responsive, clenching down in him in time with his fingers moving on your clit. God, he could cum right now…but you have to cum first, he has to make you cum, it has to be together.

He’s so glad you’re not crying anymore. You like it, he knows you do. He’s had you getting closer and closer for a while now, and all the ups and downs and stopping you before you can cum are definitely making you need it even more.

You’re getting louder. You probably don’t even realize it, but you are. Tendou wishes he had something recording.

“I’m—fuck, I’m…c-cu…” Telling him is reflexive, a gesture of courtesy you’re used to from previous partners. He doesn’t deserve it, but you give it to him anyway.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Tendou coos. His touches grow even rougher somehow, abusing your clit while he nudges himself out so he can slide his cock back and forth over your g-spot. The aggressive rhythm of the stimulation has your spine arching up and he pushes you back down to keep you in place. “Stay down…let me do it for you.”

“Tendou!” you cry out, and he feels it, feels you cum, feels your whole body wracked with tremors, feels the walls of your cunt squeeze his cock like you’re trying to hold him inside. Fuck. Fuck. It’s too good, your pussy is so tight and warm and drenched in your juices, he can’t think, he wants it, wants to cum, wants to cum with you, together, together, together.

Tendou’s hand leaves your clit just in time to grip your ass and slam himself back into you, holding you impaled on his cock while both of you shudder through your post-orgasm aftershocks. “Senpai…senpai. I love you,” he gasps, and cums, hips jerking against yours as his mind goes blank for a second.

Fuck, it feels good, feels like his eyes are rolling back in his head.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Tendou…” It’s all you can say. You can feel him getting softer inside you, and he pulls out to take off the condom. Once he’s gotten rid of it, you let him flip you onto your side and lie next to you on the bed.

“How was that, senpai?” Tendou asks, kissing you slowly. He cuddles up to you, pulling your back into his chest so your bodies are fitted together like puzzle pieces. His heart is pounding like a rabbit’s—you’d think it was cute if not for…everything.

You’re quiet.

“I know you liked it.” Another kiss, this time on the back of your neck. “You needed it just as much as I did. And I know you won’t want to admit it at first, right? You’ve got your professional reputation to maintain, I get it. But don’t worry—“

You wish he would shut up. You wish he would leave you alone. You wish he wasn’t holding you so close that you can feel his cock against your ass, and you wish—you wish you couldn’t feel him getting hard, again.

“—this was just our first time. And there’s gonna be lots more. You and me? We’re going to be together forever, senpai.”

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