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screampied · 4 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE choso x artist!reader in which they're dating for just a few months and reader has a sketchbook full of drawings of him but keeps it a secret fearing he'd think it's weird or something and then one day he finds the sketchbook and is absolutely flustered and think it's so endearing and showers reader with praise for their drawings (it could be a little nsfw by maybe making it so that there are a few sketches of choso shirtless/in bed)

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꒰ warnings . . choso x fem!reader, touch starved choso, overstim, praise, cowgirl. mdni. wc: 1.7k

choso knew about your hobby, just not the particular filthy things you’d draw.

he’s been dating you for a few months and you always expressed your love for your hobby, he even let you draw him a few times. he’s always praised you and showered you with various compliments, telling you how talented you were.

yet one day, you end up leaving your sketchbook over his house—he didn’t mean to peek, but you did leave it wide open. coincidentally open to the most revealing pages.

his eyes widen ever so slightly…

scanning the thin lined paper with perplexed eyes, the sketches of him, shirtless, the more he looked through the pages, the more lewd they became. some were even intimate, shirtless and with the cutest yet embarrassing expressions.

his head fills up with fog just imagining you, his pretty artistic girl, sitting down to draw this—draw him.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.” you suddenly spoke, running a hand down your neck.

choso turns to face you, and he’s so flustered, and maybe even a little hard.

“shit, ‘m s-sorry baby,” he mutters, his ears growing hot from the very sharp tips—as if he’s a deer in headlights from being caught. he closes your sketchbook and has a cute sheepish grin. “i was gonna drop it off to you but then i-”

“it’s okay,” you utter, sitting down beside him. he lets off a cute gasp once you sit right down on his lap — your back pressing against his thin tank top, re-opening your minuscule-like sketchbook. you flip towards the very back, to some of the drawings of him more unclothed, more…nude. “i was gonna tell you. about um these.”

his hard-toned chest was pushed up against you, and he feels all warm once you grab his hand, making him trace a finger across the lines of your drawing. “ever since two days ago, my drawings got kind of.. y’know, dirty.”

two days ago…

when the two of you had sex, choso was a mess. constantly whining in your ear….begging for you to keep praising him, wanting you to tell him that he’s doing a good job at pleasing you. so that’s where those facial expressions came from.

he was so embarrassed, even more-so that you were sitting on his lap. you feel something poke underneath you and you smile to yourself. “you remember too? you were so whiney, choso. it was always on my mind, and whenever i’m away i just drew my imagination.”

“why imagine when we can do the real thing, baby...” he whines — pressing a soft chaste kiss near your neck, cutting off your words.

he grows so needy, just the thought of you drawing him in such provocative dirty ways made him feel things he couldn’t even comprehend. you smile — feeling him snake two hands around your waist, the tips of his fingers ghosting against the thin pink fabric of your shorts. “i missed you. missed touchin' you.”

“did you?” you hum, placing down your pencil before turning your body to face him. he tries to speak but a cute whimper exits his mouth, and he’s already tugging at your shorts.

“yeah yeah,” he sniffles, and he couldn’t wait anymore. his patience ran thin — and not even seconds later, he yanks your shorts off, only to now being exposed in your pretty lace underwear. he starts panting, feeling you teasingly start to grind against his bulge. “…fuck,” he murmurs, running a finger down your slit, watching you quaver as a response. “looks like you missed me too, baby. ‘s wet for me already. nasty g-girl.”

his attempt at dirty talk was so cute — you couldn’t help but kiss the tip of his nose, making him grow even more flustered before you bring down his sweats, eagerly springing out his dick that was just aching to be inside.

it twitched as your hand wrapped around it, and he leans back against the wooden chair — a soft groan leaving his mouth, “could have been.. fuckin’ me the entire time instead of drawing me, baby..”

“stop whining,” you tease, sneaking a wet kiss on his mouth, choso’s pink lips tremble, so needy for more of your taste, he whines again the moment you pull away, you watch him slide his tongue across his lip, savoring your candied lip gloss taste.

you bite down on your lip the second his throbbing cock prods against your leaky hole, he feels all hot. a tad bit dramatic, it’s adorable, the way he looks like he’s about to cum already.

“y-you make me feel things, baby,” he stutters out, ripped and clenching underneath his top. you intake a single rickety breath — before slowly sinking down on his length. “been two days but felt like,” and he pauses to thickly swallow. “two years, f-fuck…”

“you know i drew this too, choso?” you whisper against his ear — softly nibbling on the tender skin and you’re just driving him crazy.

he grips down on your hips, shivering at the way you start to rollick your hips against him. “drew this exact position, baby. of me riding you, making sure to sketch the way your eyes roll back and…”

“t-tell me more.” he whimpers — giving your ass a tight squeeze, his jaw clenches and he feels so warm, thanks to your warmth. you squelched against his again and again, his thigh starts to bounce in retaliation.

you giggle at his needy enthusiasm and sheer curiosity, he’s stuffing thick inches into you that makes your brain spasm for a bit, so good….

“i always make sure to memorize you when i draw you, choso…” you hum, peppering a plethora of kisses up and down his neck, his pointed chin raises a bit and he moans at the sweet soft feelings of your lips making contact with his hot skin.

“memorize every inch of your body, so i can sketch it well,” you continue, and he squeezes more against your hips, he’s the one biting his lip now. his ears continue to burn up to the tips of it, and with the smoothness of your voice — he was sure he’d cum early, there was just no predicting with you. “…sometimes i let my mind run loose a bit, and sketch out the time when you and i are.. well…intimate.”

“baby y-you’re so perverted,” he moans, his eyelids grow heavy and he doesn’t want you to stop, his voice was so sweet — cloying with silk dripping from his tone, just listening to him made you even more soaked. “my…perverted girl,” and he brings you close to him before licking a stripe up your neck. “but ‘s okay…knowing that you draw such things about me makes me like you even m-more.”

you brush a thumb against his lips, staring into his eyes before humming as a response. “yeah?”

“y-yeah,” he whines as a response, nodding fervently. his grip on your waist never lessens, and he’s balls deep — each stroke, each rough smack that thwacks against your pussy makes him so hot and bothered. “wish i could draw you how you draw me, b-but you’re the talented one.”

“i can always teach you,” you purr — teasingly sliding a single finger down his chest. “i can be a model for you too, just for you choso.”

he stares at you, and his expression is so cute, his eyes glimmer and he has a face that basically says, ‘really?’

“w-woman, talkin’ to me like that… ‘s gonna make me cum so hard,” he sighs, his grunts were heavy, chest completely heaving.

something rang throughout his ears with the way you bounced and rocked against him. his head spun and he was so obsessed with watching your body.

the way it jerks against him, taking him fully every time, despite his girth deliberately stretching your pussy out to its fullest.

“i know, i know…..” you coo against his ear, choso’s nearly trembling underneath you he’s lost in a trace with the way you pepper such kisses all over his face — he feels all tingly from your affection, and the way you’re making him feel.

such low wolffish grunts escape his mouth and its sexy, a tiny pussy-drunken smile purses against his lips after you ghost your lips against his. “you gonna be messy and cum for me?”

“…yeah, only if you let me…?” he moans, and his tone forms into a cute question.

digging his fingers into the depths of your waist, your cunt clenches down on his numerous times, you can’t even count how many strokes it’s been. “baby..”

“go ahead,” you mumble sweetly, planting a single kiss near the tip of his nose, just that single gesture alone, he’s so weak.

choso whimpers, chasing his incoming high. teeth clenching in utter desperation and lust, he craves his release so bad. “you can be a little messy.”

“okay, okay….o-okay,” he hiccups, leaning in, pulling you close towards him, he’s nearly sweating and it hasn’t even been that many minutes, he shoots out a sticky load of such thick ropes inside of your pussy.

it makes you moan yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck, softly nibbling on his collarbone. “s-shit, ‘s much comin' out for you, baby…”

choso continues whine — pulling you lightly by the neck, bringing your into a wet deep kiss, and between kisses you hear him mutter out, “love you,” for the first time. his voice was so sweet, shaky and all — you blink twice, wondering if he really said it and he grows flustered immediately once he realized what he said. “w-wait, baby, i mean-”

“i love you too,” you tease — sitting up and pulling his twitching now flaccid dick out of you, he grows quiet at the wet sounds of his own cum seeping out of your cunt, his bottom lip quivers at you being in such control before you grab your sketchbook from the table, pressing a final kiss against his mouth. “do you think i should sketch this too for you to keep? all your cum just spilling out of me?”

“please,” he whines. “draw it now, baby. i’d put that in my wallet for only me to s-see.”

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xerotiny99 · 23 days

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2 AM Call // Our Precious #1

2 AM Call (Our Precious series #1)

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Warning: dom!yunho, sub!reader, suggestive, sexting, phone sex, a lot of dirty talk (seriously, really filthy), masturbating, etc...

Note: if any of the above-mentioned topics trigger you then you can click off. :) also, do not proceed if you're below 18.

An Extra Note: this is a mini - or - a long series, and I'm too lazy to make a different book for it. Hence, I'll be adding all the planned/written chapters of this series in this book. It'll be in second person pov, but instead of writing [y/n] — cause I'm too lazy, really — I'll be writing Angel. So, the reader's name is Angel for this series. This series revolves around polygamy, which means the reader will be involved with ot8; the chapters will unfold slowly from the beginning and follow a storyline.

Gist: being in your sophomore year of college, you meet a very cute and handsome bookstore clerk. You happen to exchange numbers and on the same night, he's all you can think about. When you decide to ring him up, it's 2 AM and both of you have different things on your minds.

Word Count: 5,471

Lehninger.

Albert Lehninger.

Principles of Biochemistry.

You grumble under your breath, shifting your eyes chaotically around the shelves of hardcover books aligned in alphabetical order. The wooden shelves feature biochemistry books, and out of all these, you needed only one, which apparently was too hard for your eyes to search. Scorching sun outside is far less preferable than the air conditioning of the second-hand bookstore you were in, so you decide to stay in and pass a few more minutes looking through the books.

Maybe, you could find something worthwhile in store, perhaps something other than textbooks and thesis unrelated to your university work. Sighing, you bend over slightly to grasp the titles inscribed on the spines of several other books.

"It could be here, maybe." you thought to yourself.

"Hi, how can I help you?" a cheery yet raspy voice cuts through your thoughts, "are you looking for a specific book?"

Your attention turns towards the humbly speaking man, and once your gaze falls onto him, and his smile, you hold your breath. He was...ethereal; clad in a beige coloured cardigan and a white turtleneck under it, the man's demeanour was stoic and poised yet friendly and warm. Towering over and looking down at your petite stature, he smiles widely, politely waiting for you to reply. You take a minute longer to stare and notice all finer details on his face; his porcelain skin, pretty pink lips, a straight nose—almost sculpted, and his innocently shaped doe eyes just boring into yours.

There it goes without saying, you were drooling over him. He was attractive, no doubt, but the way he offered you a benign smile made your heart lurch a bit was far more beguiling than his looks. In all seriousness, it had been more than a minute or two since you had been silently checking him out; you had failed to notice the heap of books he was holding in his arms before, but now that you do, you mentally groan at his bulging arms with prominent veins on the back of his hands.

"Hello—"

"—yeah, no. I mean, I was actually looking for...Lehninger—um, biochemistry?" you stutter and ramble, lastly stringing your words into a question.

"Oh, wait. Give me a minute, I'll check it in our database." Carrying the books in his hands, he nudges you to follow him with a nod.

You do cluelessly follow him but enjoy the view of his rear; you really needed to snap out of it! He guides you to the front desk where the cash register was situated, and a computer was stowed away on the other side of it. Thump the books go, having been put down on the desk by him before he leans over the computer to type. Standing on the other side of the desk, you watch him do the work, with your arms folded over your chest.

In the heat of the moment, you're reeling back to checking him out; silverbluish hair styled in a mullet, the puffy strands kissing the collar of his turtleneck, his eyelashes batting every two seconds at the blaring computer screen—you bite down on your lip when libidinous thoughts swarm your mind. His hands, those sleek fingers pressing down the keys on keyboard...how good would those feel as they're pumping in and out of your cunt.

"Oh, okay. Got it!" he squeals softly, turning to you, "looks like we've got one copy of the sixth edition. Would that be alright?"

You flinch, snapping from your thoughts and realising you really needed to get laid, at least to get your mind straight.

"Ah," you take some time to comprehend his words, "sure. I don't mind, to be honest. Only need it as a reference for my assignment."

"You could've issued this book at the university library, why didn't you?" he asks, stepping out from the counter and guiding you back to the wooden shelves.

You look at your feet, stumbling behind him, unsure of what to say. "I believe it's better to have a personal copy instead of issuing it from the library since I'm going to need till my senior year. Couldn't afford a new one, so I thought why not invest in a second-hand."

He heaves out a gentle chuckle, halting his steps in front of a shelf. "That's fair. So, Horizon University?"

"Yeah," you mumble. "Got a scholarship and everything...how did you..."

"It's the only university close by, and I'm in my senior year there, well, at the end of it—only one more month left till I graduate." he starts rummaging through the racks in the shelf to find your book. "Dance major."

"Sophomore year here, zoology major." he hums, looking at you and pulls out a thick book from the shelf. You continue in a hushed voice, "I've still got two years left in that hellhole."

"You don't like the university?" he questions, as a matter of factly.

"No. Not really. Not that I know I can't make friends for fucks sake," you state.

"You haven't met the right kind of people yet, it's fine. You will soon." he flashes you a toothy grin. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, I'm good." you whisper, "I'll hopefully vibe with someone soon, can't be alone all the time."

"Like I said, you will. Hang in there," he reassures you with his smile going deep in his cheeks, "I'll ring this up for you, come on."

By the cash register, you pay the respective amount while he puts the book in a paper bag having the store's name printed on top of it.

As he hands you the bag, he chimes, "there you go."

You take the bag in your hands, but don't leave just yet; you didn't want to leave him. Drawn to his charismatic presence, you stay behind for a long second. You're staring into each other's eyes, intently lingering onto the disguised inklings in either of your minds. The space around you seems so suffocating, heavy and laden with thick air. In the pit of your stomach, there's an urge you want to act on, you want to tear your gaze away from him and continue on with the rest of your day.

But you can't.

And your heart doesn't want to, thinking there's a possibility of you engaging with him on a romantic level.

From the corner of your eye, you watch his lips twitch into a tiny smile; he scurries his hand on the desk and pulls out one of the store's business cards. He has a sharpie ready on him, and scribbles something on the back of the card.

"Just in case, here's my number. Give me a call, or a text. Would like to hang out with you some time," he slides the cards across the desk to you, "I'm Yunho, by the way."

You take the card and slip it in the pocket of your dress; yes, you wore a clingy summer dress with pockets because pockets are a lifesaver.

"My name's Angel."

"I look forward to hearing from you, Angel."

And you did find something better in there, other than books.

The day rolls by as smoothly as it should, after leaving the bookstore you make your way back to your dorm room in the university to keep the book in your room and grab your laptop as you decide to spend the rest of your morning in the campus cafe. Musty notes of coffee linger in the air while you save Yunho's contact into your phone and work a little on your assignment. All your lectures, you whiled the time thinking about Yunho—his face, his voice, his fingers, his body—you were starting to realise how reprehensibly had this man taken up every fraction of your mind.

You weren't complaining, though. But it was proving to be very distracting amidst your lectures. Coming back to your dorm room, lethargic from the humdrum day of lectures and practical work, you lay in your bed. Mindlessly, you pick your phone and go through your socials, especially Yunho's. He has to have an Instagram page at least. And to your surprise, he does. You come across a public account with few of his photos. You didn't get to see much of him however, as the photos were mostly of him either looking away from the camera or hiding his face behind his hands. Heaving an exasperated sigh, you lock your phone and go on about the rest of your day.

As night dawns in, you're back in your bed after eating dinner. You've done all of your nightly routine and are freshly showered. You wear a dark brown cardigan over your black lingerie; really not in the mood to change into sleepwear because of the buzzing heat of summer. Again, mindless thoughts pop in your head and you grab your phone to check any texts from your nonexistent friends. It's not like you didn't have any friends, you didn't prefer to make friends—regardless, you did have one friend in the entirety of your university. He was a bunny-eyed man with deep brown hair, and a baby yet stoic face; Choi Jongho. But you spoke to him occasionally and only interacted when needed to.

Opening the messaging app on your phone, you almost make sure to have a double take when you see Yunho's name at the top with very recent messages from him. Yep. It was him. You checked it twice only to be sure and it was his contact number. Stifling a squeal, you open your chats.

Yunho: Hey! Just wanted to make sure you got to your dorm room safely. And how's that book working out for you?

[Sent 22:39 pm Read 1:06 am]

So, he needed an excuse to text you. How adorable.

You: Hi Aren't you quick to text me? ^^ It's alright. And... The book makes me want to hit my head against a wall.

[Sent 1:07 am Read 1:07 am]

Yunho: Ouch :( I have no idea what works in biochemistry. Sadly. But hang in there! And ofc Thought I'd keep you company since you're a loner.

[Sent 1:09 am Read 1:10 am]

You: I have friends, mister!

[Sent 1:10 am Read 1:12 am]

Yunho: Yeah You do Imaginary friends don't count.

[Sent 1:12 am Read 1:13 am]

You: I do have a friend! Don't underestimate me.

[Sent 1:14 am Read 1:15 am]

Yunho: "a" friend I'm not tbh But who's this friend?

[Sent 1:16 am Read 1:17 am]

You: He's in my department We've got couple of classes together

[Sent 1:17 am Read 1:18 am]

Yunho: well then I'll let you talk to him

[Sent 1:19 am Read 1:19 am]

You felt a pang of pain bubble in your chest, but your mind couldn't figure out why you were hurting over his response.

You: Why do you sound mad?

[Sent 1:19 am Read 1:35 am]

Yunho: I'm not :)

[Sent 1:35 am Read 1:36 am]

You: k.

You roll your eyes and blink away the weirdness. Now, your silly anguish had been replaced with anger and frustration. In fact, you wondered why you felt so silly about this ordeal when he was the one to initiate texting you. They say men have a golden rule of texting, that is, they'd wait three days until texting. But it turns out Yunho was little too eager to talk to you. Shaking your head, you sit up straight in your bed and puff your cheeks. Your eyes glaze over your reflection in the full-length mirror in front of your closet.

An idea sparks your curiosity, and you smirk to yourself. Bringing your phone back in your hand, you angle it at a specific point to get your entire body in the frame. You take a mirror selfie, perched by the edge of the bed, your cardigan loosely hanging over your shoulder to expose your lingerie and a good amount of your cleavage, your hair flowing down on one side of your shoulder, and your eyes remain emotionless. Having no perceivable clue of your behaviour, you slump yourself back in bed and purposely send the picture to Yunho. You wait for a minute to pass when you text him back.

You: *sent attachment*

You: Oh god! Didn't meant to send it to you. Can you delete it, please?

[Sent 1:45 Read 1:45]

Yunho: Oh ... Well I saw it. And it's only fair if you... *sent attachment*

[Sent 1:46 Read 1:47]

You feel the buzz in your head, upon checking out the attachment he sent you. Thinking it'd be a normal photo, you didn't pay too much attention to it, but maybe you should have, and you did exactly at your second take of the photo. It was him, obviously; he was sitting in a gaming chair, legs widespread, wearing his loose sweatpants under a haze of dim lights of his room. One of his hands held his phone as he clicked the picture, while the other palmed his crotch. And then you saw it, his boner, protruding from the sweatpants. You mentally tried to gauge his size by the pronounced outline on his pants. And you were impressed.

The heaviness in your head grows when you notice his sly smirk in the photo, and the bulging veins on both of his hands; he wanted to rile you up, just the way you did. Though, if there could be a difference, you did it out of spite and he was doing it to get back to you. Squeezing your thighs together, you tried to control your urges, the same stupefying urges you got when you saw him in the bookstore this morning. The suppression of your desire leads to you heaving out a deep breath, wanting to get back at him for ruining your peace with that photo.

You: someone's all worked up. what were you thinking about?

[Sent 1:50 am Read 1:51 am]

Yunho: Just something Or someone

[Sent 1:51 am Read 1:52 am]

You: I wouldn't mind taking a peek in your head ;)

[Sent 1:53 Read 1:53]

Yunho: Do you really want to know what I'm thinking about?

[Sent 1:54 Read 1:55]

You: Yes Unless you don't want to.

[Sent 1:56 Read 1:57]

Yunho: I'd be the one to ask you that Are you sure you want to know?

[Sent 1:57 Read 1:58]

For some reason you could picture him with a conceited smile on his face, still sitting on the chair and his legs wide apart while he rubs his cock through his sweats.

You: You like teasing don't you?

Yunho: Oh I love it

You: I'll tell you what. I've been thinking about you since the morning

Yunho: Hmm Likewise I've been thinking about all the things I'd do to you if you were here with me

You: and what would you do?

You draw in a sharp breath, chest heaving up and down when your mind fogs with the thoughts of him doing filthy things to you.

Yunho: For the starters... I'd gently kiss your lips While ripping the buttons off your sweater Taking it off Letting my hands roam your body

Reading his texts, you pull at the buttons on your sweater, one by one and eventually shrugging it off from your body. You tremble slightly as you proceed to text him with one hand.

You: Go on...

Yunho: I'd pin you to the bed Make sure your hands are above your head Kiss you so hungrily. use my hands to feel all of you. And take off whatever that's remaining on your body Id tease you a hell a lot Fukc Ferl your bdy shuddre under mine when I drg my fingerss down to yor wet pussy Pusj my fingers deep in you knuckles feep Make you mewl as my fingers pumped in and out ... Fuck I want you so bad

That was the point of no return for you, you were deeply invested in this game, in this stupid act of desperation where all you could think about was his texts. It brings your colourful imagination to mind, visualising his texts as you rub your fingers on your now-aroused cunt through your dripping wet panties. you noticed the typos in his texts, probably from him typing with his one hand while his other remained busy.

Taking a deep breath, you rest against the headboard of your bed, your legs spread a little to make it easier for your hands to rub you. You bite your lip, thinking more of him, thinking of his sleek fingers sawing you out while he's knuckles deep in your cunt.

You: I want you too So so bad I want your fingers in me I want you to loosen me up nice for your cock to pound into me

You finally decide to push your panties to the side, while ghosting your fingers over your clit before you let them submerge in your heat. Your arousal coats your fingers as they slick back and forth, at a steady pace, in your cunt. Your mind is already long gone to the end where you were only yearning for him to make you feel good. Noticing how your phone hadn't buzzed for a long time, you shift your attention to it and instead of his texts, you see him calling you. Hesitation knocks at your door, but you're too far gone from rationality to think about it. As you answer his call and press your phone to your ear, you hear his ragged breathing. It brushes your ear and tickles you, springing up goosebumps on your skin, as though he was right next to you in your bed.

"You really know how to make a man all worked up, don't you?" he hisses, "don't worry, princess. I'll make you feel good."

You take in another deep breath through your mouth, bringing your fingers out of your cunt. Hovering them over your chest, you push the cups of your bra down and grope your breasts; you pinch your nipples, fondle and knead your tits to get yourself in the mood. He doesn't know about it, but your fantasies run wild—with him as he fills his hands with your tits, groping and fondling them, maybe even more.

"What is my Angel doing right now? Are you touching yourself at the thought of me pinning you down to the bed and fucking you relentlessly?" he asks, and your mind pictures it word to word.

"Yes. I want you to—I want you to fuck me foolish—make me—make me see stars—while—while your cock rams into me..." you stutter, struggling to strip yourself out of your lingerie.

"Pretty filthy thoughts for a beautiful face like yours, Angel." His tone is teasing as he continues, "wanting a stranger you just met to do all these vile things to you...you're a cum-slut aren't you?"

Dirty talk was never your cup of tea, it made you cringe internally but there was something about Yunho's deep and sultry voice that made you wet, insanely wet. You bite your lip, conscience half gone to the sound of his trembling breathing, and rub your clit—the sensation only brings butterflies in your stomach, because in your mind those were his fingers and not yours. In your mind everything you did to yourself was replaced with him, and it was enough to get you started.

Biting back on a moan, you reply, "yeah...I want you to—I want you to do all the vile stuff to me."

You hear certain shuffling in the background alongside a long pause and then, your ears catch up on his soft little grunts. Nothing prepared your imagination for what you were thinking; him in his bed or just in his gaming chair, with his cock out, stroking himself at the thought of you.

"Your—your wish is my command," he growls, his deep voice resonating in your ear, "would love to finger your tight little cunt, drawing out these pretty moans from your mouth..."

You slide one finger down your slit, and eventually ease it in your hole; it brought discomfort at first, a little, but when you started moving it deep within you, you felt your walls clench slightly around it.

"Fuck...yes, I want you to spread—spread me open with your fingers."

He did not need to know that you were fingering yourself, your voiceless grunts and whispers were enough for him to imagine it. Picturing you plunge your fingers into your cunt, he increases the pace of his hand stroking his cock; though, he keeps himself steady. He couldn't really help himself and gradually increases the rhythm of his movements.

"Add another finger, baby." he mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning back against his chair.

You oblige, adding another finger in your hole.

"How does it feel?"

"Good—feels good, Yunho." You mewl his name, scissoring your fingers inside of you.

"You're doing great, princess. Now, curl your fingers..." he manages to squeak out in a whisper, pumping his cock with busy motions.

His chest rises and falls rhythmically to your moans, and you do as he says; curling your fingers inside you, you feel a certain warmth lingering in your stomach. You were getting close to your climax, without even having to anything more—the knot strikes a jolt of tightness in the pit of your stomach, and you moan out loud. Really loud.

"I want you to feel me, Yunho." you breathe out, aroused. "I want to feel you too—feel your cock sliding in and out of me—fucking me good with it."

"Oh baby," he goes silent for a second, focused on stroking himself, "I'll fuck you good—I'll fuck you till you're begging for me to stop..."

"Ah fuck," you arch your back off the mattress, trying to chase your high.

Your fingers plunge in and out, increasing tension in your stomach and gut; your tightness was gradually easing up, and so you decide to insert another finger in. The stretch stung, however, pleasurable, making you whimper his name out loud.

"Yunho...!"

"Yes, baby, I know." he winces in diversion. "Hold on a little longer, I'm close—I'm close too."

He breathes out, increasing the pace of his hand; his cock slick with his precum and it spreads along the shaft as he continues to pump himself. You could hear the strain in his voice, indicating you, he indeed was close to his own climax; you were too, knowing your fingers were hitting your sweet spot every time they thrusted in you. Keeping your phone on loudspeaker, you set it on the nightstand and use your other hand to rub your clit. You increase the pace of your fingers, flesh squelching, your juices lightly lapping against your fingers—the knot tightens delicately in your stomach as your tempo remains constant.

Yunho bucks his hips into hands, composing himself as he thrusts his cock into his hand, thinking about your tight cunt. He has a colourful mind too, picturing himself rocking his hips so that his cock hits all of your deepest parts. His lungs convulse, fighting the urge to moan but it breaks out of his lips anyway. He moans your name, shaking and struggling to hold his phone next to his ear—he does the same as you, sets his phone aside while keeping it on speaker.

"Such a dirty little slut, fingering herself to the thought of my cock thrusting into her," his voice gives you a push, fuels your soul with the fire it lacked. In retrospect, he needed something too, to tip him off his edge as he fucked his hand. "Fuck...needs my cock to make her happy..."

"Yes, please," you cry, tears rolling down the side of your face as your fingers do their work.

Your high was approaching you, so close, almost there. The limit to hold it in was past the point, he could say something and you would be riding down your orgasm—you needed him, his voice, his words. On the other hand, Yunho's patience was running thin, he wanted to finish it off—feeling the warmth of his hand pushing him to his edge, he smirks to himself and throws his head back.

"Are you close, princess? Cause I am..." he grunts.

You nod your head, pursing your lips together to make a gentle sound of humming. You didn't realise it yet, but you were bucking your hips to your fingers, letting them curl and slip in deep inside you; grinding your hips against your fingers, you let out a satisfied groan—the tightness in the pit of your stomach comes undone. Rummaging your hand to hold the headboard behind you, you brace yourself as your high washes over you with a vehement intensity. You let our shaky breaths, well beyond being breathless, as your fingers slowly make their way out of your heat. Your chest rises and falls, tremors spread under your skin with your juices dripping down your inner thighs.

"Fuck, princess..."

His groan is a little static, coming from your phone as it leaves your imagination to run wild. You picture him slumped in his chair with his load spurting out to stain his lower abdomen and clothes. In reality, Yunho breathes through his mouth, letting it fall agape when his high comes crashing down onto him. He had never felt such rush of satisfaction by only indulging himself with you on call; he had never felt himself cumming so hard for anyone with any real action, but here he was, panting and shaking, stroking off his climax as he grimaced at his hand full of his cum.

There's a long moment of silence between you two, and in that silence, the post-orgasm clarity sinks deep within you. The thought of you being so indecent with a man you met in the morning, not even knowing him for more than a day, brought some coherence to your mind. Though, the best is to let it go and keep it in your bounds of inadvertent thrills of late night.

Your body feels languid, and tired; wondering the same for him.

"That was..."

"It happened in the moment," Yunho breathlessly pronounces, "we're just two strangers who have nothing to do with each other, right?"

"Well..."

You sit straighter in your bed, staring at your phone as you bite your lip; you were waiting for him to speak.

"Well what?" he mumbles, a sly smile stretching his lips.

"I thought...never mind. I'm way over in my head." You shrug it off, pulling the sheets over your body as the embarrassment drowned you out. "It's fine, we'll pretend this never happened."

"What? Are you crazy?" his voice is much clear now, with the obvious tone of bewilderment. "Gosh, Angel. You don't know how hard I came for you. I can't pretend this never happened; instead, I wouldn't mind giving us..."

He trails, dragging his words in a whisper with hopes of you completing him. "...giving us a try, like just keeping our relationship exclusive to sex?"

"If you're down for it." he mumbles, "I don't want to do anything that you're uncomfortable with."

"I'll think about it."

You smiled to yourself, thinking about that possibility. When the sun rose to a new day, you found yourself pondering. Not exactly in the 'deep venture' of it, but you just kept your mind busy with Yunho's proposal and thought of the consequences if you were to ever agree to it. Friends with benefits with a soon-to-graduate hot senior? That sounds tempting, a lot, it also fuels your infatuation with him. But on the other hand, you didn't want to go down that road with him. There were second thoughts in your mind, of course there'd be—you maybe, sort of, liked this man, after all, he does give off the vibes that he'd be a great boyfriend. You didn't want to ruin that possibility with him.

The rest of your day goes as scheduled, you attend a few of your lectures in the morning. Currently, it's afternoon and you have last of your classes to attend. Amidst all the excitement and stress, your friend, Jongho texts you, asking you to get him your lab-coat for his practical class. You find him standing in front the chemistry department, smiling and engaged in a chatter with someone else. And upon noticing it from afar, the person who he was talking to was Yunho. It was such a contrast, both were happy-go-lucky kind of guys, but Jongho seemed more innocent than Yunho (after the night you had spent with him, it was hard to picture him being anything but innocent). You could make it out from his tall built, and silver-bluish hair styled in a mullet, regardless with his back facing you. Hesitation stricken, you somehow manage to make your way to him; because Jongho had already noticed you even before you turn around and run away.

"There she is!" Jongho glees, and Yunho turns around, meeting your eyes. "Thank you so much for bringing it, I really despise prof. Yuen when he gets all judgmental about 'forgetting' to bring a lab-coat to his practical class."

"Hey, no worries," you smile at him, handing him your lab-coat. "I have his practical class day after tomorrow, till then the coat is yours." You laugh it off, awkwardly glancing at Yunho.

Jongho notices the out-of-ordinary ogles you made at Yunho, chiming in, "oh right, Angel, this is Yunho. I live with him and six other guys. But that's not important and ummm.." he looks at Yunho, scratching the back of his neck, "she's Angel, my only friend in this university."

Yunho smiles warmly at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he does. "Oh so, it's her you can't stop chattering about?" he chuckles lightly, "and what do you mean 'your only friend' aren't we your friends too?"

Jongho rolls his eyes, "you guys are nothing but a pain in the ass. Just today, in the morning Wooyoung and San drank all the milk and kept empty containers back in the refrigerator. I had to crunch on cereals before heading out for my morning classes."

"So, are you tainting all others because of those two individuals?" Yunho retorts.

You purse your lips together, ineptly crossing your eyes between them; you were aware of Jongho's living condition, but you could have never expected Yunho to be one of his flatmates. It was true, Jongho lived with seven other guys from the university, some of them having a full time job, and at times he would complain about them to you. Though you never really focused too much on what he had to say, or even catch their names.

"Uhhh..." you trail, offering them a tight lipped smile.

"Angel, come on, back me up." Jongho grumbles.

"I can't say anything about your flatmates, Jongho." The chestnut-haired man rolls his eyes, and you continue, "but I've always listened to your rants."

"I bet you're a good listener, Angel." Yunho taunts you, "and an even better friend to him."

"She is," Jongho breaks out in a smile. "Hey, you should totally come over on Thursday. We've got a game night planned."

"Uh, Jongho, I don't think I'd want to play board games with eight guys." You mutter under your breath.

"Who said we play board games?" Yunho says, drawing his brows together. "Though, it'll be fun for a while, having a girl over."

"Yes, Angel. You should consider it. Just—just think about it okay?" the enthusiasm in Jongho's voice isn't hard to ignore. "Now, I've got a class, so I'll see you in a bit."

With that he disappears, leaving you and Yunho stranded alone with nothing to talk about or a lot to talk about.

"What a lovely coincidence," Yunho begins, smiling at you, "the girl he talked about was you all along; well, he painted a pretty picture of you in our heads."

"I see Jongho as anything but more than a friend." you pout, "and this game night, should I even consider coming?"

"Well, it depends on you, princess," he smirks, "it depends on whether or not you could keep your hands to yourself. Because I'll be there."

"Oh, don't put yourself on a high pedestal, mister." You roll your eyes, "I'll think about it."

"Don't you have a lot to think about already?" he steps closer to you, towering over you as he leans close to your ear, "I don't think I can go on without touching you for the entire time you'd be there, so really do think about it."

He straightens up and mumbles one last time before leaving you completely high and dry.

"And if you do come, I will really fuck you senseless."

Next Part ┃ M.list

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez yunho #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #jeong yunho smut #jeong yunho x reader #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #yunho smut #smut

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kingkatsuki · 2 months

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— a favour

Deku has a favour to ask of Bakugou, and he hopes you’ll be happy to oblige.

This is pretty much for Kitten idk😂😭

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 0.8k.

“You wanna what?” Bakugou sneers as he pushes his mask up onto his forehead, raising a brow. Completely positive that Deku hadn’t just asked him that question, there ain’t no fucking way—

“No, no, no, listen! I’ll pay you— and I just think it’ll be better with you both rather than a stranger.”

“And you think that’s a favour?” Bakugou grunts, “A favour is ‘Can you spot me?’ or ‘Can you give me a lift?’— not can I fuck your girlfriend?”

“No! I don’t want to fuck her—” A blatant lie, “I want to watch—”

“You want me to fuck my girlfriend—” Bakugou sounds on his tongue, as though that would make it make sense, “And you just wanna watch?”

“Um, well yeah.” The tips of Deku’s ears were burning crimson, tinted all the way across his cheeks as he felt his stomach knot.

After he was caught in a drunken fumble with an escort a few months ago, Midoriya had to be more careful about the company he kept. The story only failed to reach the local news outlets and social media thanks to his quick thinking HR team sending out a lengthy NDA, paired with a substantial payoff. Escorts, strangers online and Only Fans were now completely off limits. If the public found out about the Number One Heroes filthy little secret his entire image would be destroyed.

“So why not just go out and fuck a girl?” Bakugou snorts, “There’s gotta be thousands of women ready to get into the Number One’s pants.”

“It’s not just about that,” Deku flushes, trying to avoid Bakugou’s intense fiery gaze, “I like to watch—”

“So watch porn.” Bakugou scoffs, “I’m sure I’ve got plenty of fuckin’ videos on my phone that I can send ya— there’s one where I’ve got her in this posi—”

“No!” Midoriya cut him off, “I mean— I like when people are mean to me.”

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sinful grin at the realisation as he held his phone in his hands, staring down at his former school friend, “You like being degraded huh? You sick freak.”

Midoriya bit back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the brash tone, his cock pulsing beneath the tough fabric as he shifted from foot to foot.

“And what makes you think she’d even agree to it, hah?” Bakugou knew you were more than comfortable trying out new kinks and experiences in the bedroom with him, just last week you’d filmed a raunchy CNC sex tape after your date plans had been ruined by a torrential downpour. And you were more than happy for him to share some of the moments he filmed with his best friends— But this was inviting another man, a friend, into your most intimate moments together. Nowhere near the same as sending a quick thirty second video of you bouncing on his cock to Kirishima.

“Can you at least ask her?” Midoriya mumbles, “Please?”

“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou itches his nose with the back of his hand, “I’ll tell her what a sick fuckin’ freak you are, Deku.”

Midoriya was certain he could’ve creamed his pants from the condescending lilt to Bakugou’s voice as he grabbed his towel out of his locker, his stomach lurching as he thought about whether this was what his friend was like when he was with you. Watching Bakugou disappear behind the shower stalls as Midoriya finally chanced palming his throbbing cock for a moments relief, wincing when he felt just how wet with pre his boxers were as they stuck to his skin uncomfortably, moulding to his cock as he groaned in satisfaction.

Did Bakugou talk to you like this too? So full of spite and degredation— Did the same thing get you off too? Or was his voice soft and full of praise as he plowed into your sloppy cunt.

“Oi,” Bakugou shouted across the locker room as Midoriya laced his red trainers. He definitely couldn’t shower here, not now. He had to make it home— looking up to see Bakugou standing there with a towel slung low on his hips, a smirk on his face as he held his phone in the air. And Midoriya noticed he was on video chat with you, wondering whether Bakugou was talking to you while he was in the shower— “She said she wants to play your nasty little game, Deku.”

And here Midoriya was, not even forty-eight hours later. Sitting at the foot of your bed while Bakugou split you apart on his cock—

“She didn’t believe me when I told her, you know.” Bakugou sneers, a warm palm cupping your jaw to direct your debauched face to his friends green gaze, “Couldn’t believe that precious little Deku would be such a sick little freak.”

#Bakugou smut #jo thirsts #thirst posts #Bakugou thirst

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jenoslutie · 29 days

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Can we have some more step bro jeno pls 👀

warnings: non-consensual filming during sex and he sends the vid to um..yeah!! :P

stepbro!jeno who was genuinely nice to you when your parents first made it official. being the best stepbrother one could want. he was caring, he cooked for you (though he lacked any cooking skills), he really tried his best until he found himself looking forward to seeing you too often, looking forward to how you wear less and less clothes whenever he's around, looking forward to seeing you doing the most mundane things but making them incredibly sexy. not that you intended to turn Jeno on with every move you made.

stepbro!jeno who started to distance himself when he realized he really wanted you. well, to fuck you. but seeing that it was the least effective strategy, he convinced himself he hated you, calling you every name in the book until you were running to your room, a crying mess. he'd comment on every outfit you wore, on every makeup look you tried, on everything you did, jeno had something to say about it.

stepbro!jeno who'd make it his goal to make all his friends hate you too, he's heard them talk about wanting to fuck jeno's new stepsister. Jeno doesn't like that so he resorts to talking mad shit about you to his friends and makes them all hate you because he knows they all want you and he doesnt want any of his lame ass friends to fuck you before he does. thats how he treats you, acting like he hates ur guts but deep down all he wants his to bend you over and have you crying on his cock and begging him to fill u up

stepbro!jeno who gets off to you crying to your friends over all the mean shit he says and does to you at late hours in the night, you don't know he can hear everything you've been complaining about, hearing he filthy names he calls you come from your mouth does something to him. he loves hearing you cry because of him, some nights he'd even jerk off to the phone calls you have with your friends, the pretty sobs you let out as tears stream down your cheeks is something jeno dreams of seeing.

stepbro!jeno who finally gets into your pants, finally gets what he wants. you on all fours as he pounds into you from behind. crying out his name so loud he almost wants your parents to hear. and something about that thought drives him absolutely insane. he wants your parents to hear, he wants them to know what you're letting your stepbrother do to you. but jeno wants to keep fucking around with you, his cute stepsister whos currently fucking herself back on her stepbrother's cock and moaning like a slut because of it.

stepbro!jeno who lets his intrusive thoughts win and picks up his phone while he fucks you from behind, recording a video of you on all fours, arching your back as much as you could and gripping the bedsheets as he fucks you absolutely stupid. moaning all sorts of profanities with a mix of jeno's name. he'd make sure your whole frame is in the video except your head, so you're not easily identifiable. wouldn't think twice before hitting send on your mother's contact.

jeno: [attachment: 1 video}

jeno: sorry i meant to send it to someone else.

a/n: blame @jenomov for this....she made me insane

#lee jeno smut #jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut

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cosmiiwrites · 30 days

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ lovebirds

·:¨༺ clingy!sinner! adam x clingy!sinner!fem!reader ༻¨:·

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ req/summary: PLS clingy!sinner!adam and clingy!fem!sinner!reader where Adam reincarnated in Hell and went to the Hotel for help and ended up falling in love with Reader and they just CAN’T STAY AWAY FROM EACH OTHER. Like, a concerning amount of PDA. Completely smitten, love-braindead, absolute lovebirds 😩. To the point where the other guests can’t stand them. If you don’t want to it’s okay! love your content 🥹 cw: fem!reader, cussing, fluff, partially suggestive a/n: accidently posted this in the middle of writing so i had to restart :') sorry this is also kind of late 😞 @callmerainman ty for the request <33 adam was fuming, he'd spawned in the place he swore he hated! he was stuck with all the filthy demons and sinners whom he'd used to slaughter. now he was one of them. disgusting, he thought. adam was left with one choice: the hazbin hotel. "fucking damn it." when he appeared outside the hotel’s doors, everyone (mostly vaggie) was urging charlie to turn him away. however, charlie being charlie, gave him a chance. why wouldnt she? this hotel was all about second chances!

adam definitely flipped vaggie off behind charlie’s back

at first, adam thought the hotel was boring; they had strict rules, most of which applied to him.

that is, until he set eyes on you. suddenly, he found himself actually wanting to participate in charlie’s “stupid therapy group shit” as adam would call it, because it meant that he’d be near you.

luckily for adam, you felt the same way. it wasn’t long before the both of you started dating.

and, oh boy, did you two make it clear.

you and adam were on each other 25/8, doesnt matter where or when.

wherever you were, adam was never far behind. (yes, that includes the bathroom. what did you expect?)

adam once tried convincing charlie to let you two just share a room, but she had to reject the idea. in the nicest way possible, of course.

“listen, adam, i LOVE how you and (name) are so close! but, um, i’d prefer if you two stayed in your separate rooms. everyone knows how… passionate you are together.”

poor charlie.

husk has had to kick you two out of the bar from time to time, after catching you with adam’s tongue down your throat in front of him. even angel dust, whose whole personality is being horny, gets grossed out by the both of you sometimes.

not to mention the PDA. adam had his hands on you. all. the. time. most of the time, he’d have his hand snaked around your waist while walking. or when sitting down, adam would have you on his lap.

if he feels like someone is talking to you for too long, he’d start making out with you on the spot to get them to walk away, partially traumatized.

you and adam are also embarrassingly cheesy. this includes nicknames.

charlie’s tried to sit you both down to talk about your behavior, but it was awkward when adam had you sat down on his lap, rubbing teasing circles on your thigh. she’d tried talking but her words were cut off by the sounds of your giggles. with a sigh, she gave up and let you two be.

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“i love you more!” you giggled, sitting on adam’s lap as you playfully pinched his cheek.

“no, i love YOU more,”

“nuh uh, i love—“

“OH MY FUCKING GOD. SHUT THE FUCK UP,” yeah, vaggie’s so done with you guys.

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #adam hazbin #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel alastor #charlie morningstar #emily hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel fluff #angel dust #sir pentious #vaggie

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futureman · 10 months

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his favorite girl, part i

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel agrees to teach you how to play guitar for a college course, but you can't keep your eyes off him long enough to learn. he really likes that.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, guitar teacher!joel, no outbreak, big age gap (reader’s 22, joel’s 56), slow-burn, sexual tension, finger kink, slight dubcon, touching, smut for later chapters, some fluff, mostly angst

word count: 3.3k

a/n: my first chaptered fic! dedicated to joel's fingers! i've been playing guitar a lot more lately so...yeah 🥲 thinking this'll probably be 3 or 4 chapters? as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated! hope y'all enjoyy

Don’t stare at his fingers. Don’t stare at his fingers. He’s doing you a huge favor by teaching you to play guitar in the first place. The least you can do is pay attention and stop staring at his fingers.

But it’s a lost cause, and you know it, because you’d have no hope of learning without staring at his fingers.

Even so, you’re convinced he’ll somehow know that’s not the real reason you’re watching them so intently. The way they hop gracefully from fret to fret, strings biting into his well-earned calluses, producing the most beautiful chords that ring out perfectly with every strum.

It’s a wonder any of that is even possible for him. You don’t mean to knock his talent—he obviously honed his craft through decades of fine-tuning and dedicated practice—but his fingers are just so thick.

With your clumsy, beginner’s touch, you’re constantly fumbling with the strings, unable to press down hard enough or keep your other fingers out of the way for them to vibrate the way they need to. They just sort of…fizzle.

But there’s a finesse to how he plays. It also helps that his guitar is a lot bigger than yours. It's a totally innocuous thought, but it still warms your cheeks a little. A big guitar for a big man. Broad and tall, with those thick, thick fingers—

“Hey, you still with me?”

You’re not sure when he stopped playing, but you really hope it was right before he said something. Otherwise, he definitely knows exactly what you were thinking about, and that would be humiliating.

Not a great start to your first guitar lesson, but how were you supposed to know your teacher was going to look like that? When your music theory professor recommended him, he conveniently left that part out, which, whatever, makes sense. But it still would’ve been helpful to know ahead of time.

Joel Miller. 56 years old. Has a ton of experience and takes on very few students, so you should consider yourself lucky. That’s all of the information you were given before you stepped into his house this afternoon, and were greeted by possibly the hottest man you’ve ever seen. He was supposed to be your ticket to an A on your senior thesis. But you’re totally flubbing it.

“Y-yeah, sorry, just got a little distracted,” you laugh awkwardly, wishing you had said anything else but that. You couldn't be any more obvious if you tried. “Won’t happen again, promise.”

He’s kind enough to pretend you’re not a filthy liar and taps the neck of his guitar to redirect your focus. “S’alright. We’ll just take it from the top. You remember the fingerin' for the first chord?”

You gape at him dumbly for a second. He’s kidding, right? You might as well leave now if he’s going to keep saying fingering with that devastating Southern drawl of his.

“Um, yeah, I think so,” you sputter, lying for the second time in a row. You're struggling to recall anything from your lesson but, god, you can only remember his fingers, not their placement. With no confidence whatsoever, you press your fingertips down firmly on the three strings you think he showed you. “Here, right?”

He quirks a brow. “You askin’ me or tellin’ me?”

Ah, so he’s that kind of teacher. The 'learn the hard way', 'fail on your own until you succeed' type. Well, he’s about to learn that you’re not that kind of student.

“…Telling?” Your voice lilts with even less confidence. He chuckles, nodding at your finger placement.

“Let’s hear it, then,” he says expectantly, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. You can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but you’re about to find out. You strum slowly, and the sound reverberates around the room.

Wrong.

His smile widens just a fraction as you grimace, quickly wrapping your hand around the neck of the guitar to stop the horrible noises still playing from it. You look over at him, wincing, but he doesn’t seem frustrated. If anything, he seems patient.

“Not quite,” he shakes his head, moving his instrument out of his lap so he can shift closer to where you’re sitting further down the couch. The cushion dips with his weight, and you tip into him slightly, but he remains completely unfazed. “Lemme show you again—and pay attention this time, alright?”

You start to nod apologetically, but then he throws an arm behind you on the back of the couch, and all hope of retaining whatever he’s about to teach you goes out the window. Instead of showing you on his own guitar, he gestures for you to hold yours up, gently arranging your fingers on the frets.

His fingertips whisper against yours like he’s hesitant to touch you, softly tugging them into place before pressing down, showing you the right amount of pressure to apply.

They feel just as warm and rough as you’d imagined, dwarfing yours by a long shot, and the realization makes your fingers accidentally twitch out of place. Your eyes dart up to gauge his reaction and lock with his, deep and brown, and very amused.

“Doin’ alright there?” he teases, and now you know he’s on to you. You try to play it off, blaming it on your inexperience.

“Just haven't gotten used to using those muscles yet," you mumble, moving your hand away from his to flex your fingers. "Not sure I've ever had to stretch them like that before."

"'m sure ya have. Probably just didn't realize it at the time. That kinda muscle soreness comes from prolonged repetition—repeatin' an action over 'n over," he explains in that syrupy-sweet accent, completely unaware of how his words are affecting you. "Bet ya use those fingers for a lot'a different things every day, just nothin' long or strenuous enough to leave you achin'."

You bite your lip to keep from reacting. He has to know what he's doing right now. How he sounds. This conversation is starting to veer into dangerous territory, but the weird thing about it is that he genuinely doesn't seem to realize that everything he's saying has a double meaning. To you, at least. You knew all this fingering talk was going to get you into trouble.

"Uhh, yeah," you agree, side-stepping that line of thought to bring yourself back to the lesson, but it's getting harder to stay focused. "I guess I just thought playing would mostly be memorization, but there's a lot of physicality to it, too, huh?"

"Yeah, s'pose that's true," he muses, looking down at the calluses on his own hand. This time you refuse to take the bait, your breathing already too shallow, heart nearly pounding out of your chest with how close he's sitting. But he’s still completely calm and collected. "Your hand hurtin' a lot right now?"

You shrug, inspecting your reddening fingertips. "Kinda, yeah."

"It's like that in the beginnin’," he says kindly. "But the more ya play, the tougher the skin gets, and ya won't feel it as much."

He surprises you by taking your hand again, massaging the tender skin between his thumb and index fingers. God, that feels so much better already. The heat of his fingertips seeps into yours, soothing the painful indents left by the unforgiving strings, and you let out a breathy sigh of relief.

You feel his entire body tense palpably next to you. It might be your imagination or just wishful thinking, but you swear you can feel his warmth radiating into your side, somehow even closer than before. Your brain’s starting to fizzle more than the sound of your shitty guitar playing, and the room feels a little hotter. Hazier, like a daydream.

"That feel good?" he murmurs, lips practically brushing the shell of your ear.

Definitely closer.

“Y-yeah, feels nice…really nice,” you stutter, voice lowering almost to a whisper as if you were sharing a secret. “The, um—the rest of my hand is a little sore, too. Is that normal?”

You can feel him grinning at your obvious attempt to get him to keep touching you, and he gives in easily. Surprisingly so, and it's becoming clearer that he's as into whatever's happening right now as you are. You’re not sure what happened to the unfazed man from before, but you’ll happily welcome this change in demeanor.

“Yeah, s’normal,” he trails down to your palm, engulfing your hand with his own. “Don’t worry, I'll take care of ya.”

Your eyes flutter closed as his thigh presses into yours, and the arm behind you lowers around your shoulders, his hand skimming the side of your neck. Shit, what is going on? You’re pretty sure guitar lessons don’t usually go like this, but you can’t bring yourself to dwell on it. Not when he feels this good.

Everywhere his skin touches yours feels electric, sending jolts up your spine, and making you forget where you are and what you were doing in the first place. He ducks down to press his lips to your bare shoulder, and your mind goes completely blank.

All that's left is...sensation. Something dragging roughly across your skin, then soft—a little chapped—and wet. Sharp. You're abruptly aware of him sucking a hard bruise at the crook of your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, and you're unable to stop the whimper that escapes your lips. It's soft and inappropriate. A single, hushed syllable.

"Joel."

He lets out a pained groan that rumbles from deep within his chest, and the hand around yours tenses. That boundless patience he had earlier feels like it's about to run out, and the thought makes your blood run hot.

God, how is he real? How is this real? You just met this man—this much, much older man—less than an hour ago, and, yet, this is probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you. He continues to mouth up your neck, nipping at the underside of your jaw.

"What else hurts? Tell me, 'n I'll make it better," he mutters humidly, urgently against your skin.

You want to tell him where it hurts the most. That unbearable ache between your legs, the burning in your belly that you didn't even realize he was stoking. But you're so wound up, all you can manage is a frustrated sob.

"Use your words, beautiful. C'mon, lemme hear 'em," he says as if you're his instrument, meant to produce dulcet tones and resonate at his hand.

"It—fuck...it—here," you drag the hand clutching yours down, next to where the body of your guitar rests on your thigh. Where you've already soaked through the thin fabric of your pants. "Joel...need you to make it better."

The gentle vibrato of your voice, the way it shakes tumultuously around his name, and even more so when he cups your heat. His lips return to your throat to feel it, to taste it as you moan for him. And those fingers. You knew they’d feel good, and they’re so close to where you need them. Just a little bit more—but there’s still too many layers between you and his rough touch.

“M-more…need more, just—,” you whine, and he mirrors the sound back at you raggedly.

“‘Course, beautiful. Told you I’d take care of ya, didn’t I?

You're too far gone to even notice yourself desperately grinding into the palm of his hand, or the fingers at your cheek turning your face toward his.

Or your guitar quickly slipping out of your lap, more and more with each swivel of your hips. It hits the carpet with a hollow clang and, suddenly, the spell is broken. Then, it all comes crashing back.

He’s saying your name, but he sounds...different. Less breathy, less needy, and more like your patient, collected guitar teacher. Joel Miller. 56 years old, remember? Way too old for you, for your body to be reacting to him like this, and the man whose help you still desperately need to help complete your thesis.

Your eyes snap open and you realize with abject horror that you’ve been daydreaming this entire time. You can’t even imagine how long he’s been trying to get your attention while you’ve just been sitting here, fantasizing about his hands on you.

Not even ten minutes ago, you promised you wouldn’t get distracted, but you did. Again. And so much worse this time.

By his furrowed brow and the way he won’t even look at you, you must have accidentally said something out loud, too. Something totally inappropriate that you really shouldn’t have. But then, his hand twitches and your blood turns to ice.

That—fuck, that's not where it was before you zoned out. It was still on yours, arranging your fingers on the frets for the chord he was teaching you. He…he was asking about your hand, if it hurt, and then—

As if you’ve been burned, you quickly release his hand from where you’re clutching it between your legs—not just in your daydream, but in horrifying actuality. You’re screwed.

Not only is he probably going to kick you out of his house and refuse to be your teacher anymore, but he’ll likely tell your professor. And he’d have every right to. There’s no way you’ll be able to get anyone else to teach you after this.

The reason you’re here, everything you’ve worked so hard for, flashes before your eyes, catching fire and turning to ash. Your love for music, your degree—in the span of a single guitar lesson, you destroyed all of it.

And what would he think? Your father, your inspiration for choosing this path. He’d be so disappointed in you, though maybe not as much as you are right now.

All of this for what? The attractive, middle-aged guitar teacher you’ve known for less than an hour? He doesn’t even want you and, even if he did, that’s not what you came here for. Stupid, stupid.

You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bear to look at him, to say anything at all. Instead, you lean down to retrieve your guitar from where it still lies face down on the floor, and slowly stand up.

“I, uh…,” you croak out, fighting the urge to cry and look like even more of an idiot. You shake your head, unable to finish your sentence, and start to walk away, but then something miraculous happens.

Joel’s hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to keep you from leaving. You turn back to him, eyebrows raised in shock, dropping your gaze to where his skin is touching yours. He doesn't let go.

“Look—,” he starts, and you wince. It’s never a good sign when someone starts a sentence like that. If all he’s trying to do is let you down easy, he shouldn’t have stopped you. He’s just shaming you even further. “—‘m not too sure what just happened here, but if you just—if ya sit back down, we can talk about it or…just keep goin’ with the lesson…”

You didn’t see that one coming.

“You want me to stay?” you ask dubiously. “Why?”

You search his eyes for the answers to all of the things you’re not understanding, but come up with nothing. He’s sitting on the couch watching you, still holding your hand like nothing’s wrong. Acting like none of this is a big deal, as if you didn’t basically just shove his hand down your pants without his consent.

“Still got a lot to teach ya. We didn’t even get through the first line of music,” he chuckles, his voice filled with such kindness. So much more than you deserve.

“Yeah, and that’s my fault. I—,” you pause, still trying to gather your thoughts, “—I crossed a line…made you uncomfortable. You really don’t have to do this.”

He sighs, rubbing his thumb soothingly into your wrist, and the gesture makes you shiver. Somehow it’s calming, even as the gears continue to turn in your head. You still can’t seem to grasp any of this or shake the feeling that there’s something wrong with this picture.

“Well, isn’t this supposed to be a favor for some big, important grade? Don’t ya need this to pass your class?”

He’s not wrong. Without his help, you’re basically fucked for the rest of the semester.

“Yeah, I...actually really do,” you answer hesitantly.

Hope blooms in your chest. Maybe your thesis isn’t totally lost. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll even be able to focus on your lessons.

“I think we can keep this professional. Don’t you?” he implores, brows raised.

He’s right again. That’s the only way this is going to work, but it’s still a reminder that he’s not interested in you in the slightest. You’re not sure why that feels so bad.

“Totally,” you breathe out, but your expression must betray your words because he rushes to reassure you.

“It’s not that I—look, I mean…you’re a beautiful girl ‘n all, but…,” he trails off, and…what?

Beautiful. He can’t have just said that out of the blue. Beautiful, of all the words he could’ve used to describe you right then. This man is driving you crazy—and he won’t stop.

“Can’t help feelin’ like maybe I gave ya the wrong impression. I took advantage of ya,” he looks away, pained, like this was all his fault. You have no idea how he came to that conclusion, but he’s got it all wrong.

“What—no. No, if anything, I took advantage of you. You were just trying to be a good teacher,” you shake your head furiously. “Look, I did this. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t pull away, now, did I?”

His eyes meet yours again, darker than before, and you know for a fact you’re not making it up this time. The setting sun is casting shadows around his living room, across his 80s-style leather couch and carpet, illuminating every one of his handsome features.

And, yet, his eyes are black, endless voids that threaten to consume you. Whatever power he has over you feels dangerous. You knew you couldn’t have imagined it all.

But it's gone as quickly as it came. He clears his throat, dropping your wrist as if he finally came to his senses. Your patient, unaffected guitar teacher is back.

“I, uh, think maybe that about wraps it up for today,” he says with finality, standing up. “It's already eight, anyhow. You should head on home.”

Gently plucking the guitar from your hands, he zips it up in its case and gives it back to you. You nod, feeling grateful, but cautious...and also extremely curious. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to the front door, and you try your best not to react as his fingers urge you forward.

You know you’ll be thinking about them later tonight, even though you really shouldn’t. About them finishing what you started earlier, taking care of you like you still want him to. Part of you hopes he’ll be thinking about yours, too.

His hand drops and he turns to you with a small smile, leaning on his arm against the doorframe.

"But, uh, same time tomorrow? And maybe put in a little practice time before then—stretch out those fingers so you're ready to play."

“Sure,” you reply breathily. “Same time tomorrow.”

thanks for reading! part ii coming soon 🥰

(p.s. how are we feeling about finger sucking...okay bye)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller

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Alastor x Reader: A Cane is a Useful Tool

Word Count: 1,871

This is my first smut attempt please be nice. ;-;

Looking up at the disheveled hotel you walk in defeated. Hell has been well, simply hell. Walking around aimlessly lacking a purpose. Simply what are you supposed to achieve in hell, well you thought until you saw an ad on TV about a “rehabilitation” hotel. Giving up you decided why the fuck not. As you enter the doors you see a blonde demon staring at you in delight. You attempt to back away but your hand was rightfully grabbed by her’s.

“Hello! I'm Charlie and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel where we help demons like you! Now this is Angel Dust…” She says pointing at a spider-like creature hanging over a bar trying to seduce..? The bartender. “Then there next to Angel Dust is Husk.” She said,

Husk grumbled “Blah blah welcome to the hazbin hotel and what fucking not.”

“Oh oh this is Vaggie!” Charlie continues to go on now holding the other girl's hands.

“Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She attempts to say enthusiastically although her nervous tones take over.

Charlie, still with a big smile, points to the last demon in the room. “Then this is Alastor! Er the radio demon..”

He snaps his neck and turns around with a massive grin.

“Hello there, a pleasure to meet you darling.” He says in a voice that sounds of radio static.

Overwhelmed and uncomfortable you start to back out of the doors until a small demon with one eye appeared out of nowhere.

“No no no, you are filthy time to clean you up!” She says forcefully grabbing you with mighty strength.

Alastor appears to your side “This is Niffty, little sweetie Niffty.”

“Let's go, let's go get you all cleaned.” The small demon says pushing you.

“What the fuck, Im not filthy you little...” You trail off snickering.

“Come on now sugar tits don't be such a downer.” Angel dust says chugging a bottle of booze.

Alastor now is standing at the door preventing you from leaving, starting to what all you can describe is glitch?

“Now darling, I'm quite bored and we haven't had a visitor in a while. Stay a while.” He says pushing you with his cane making you stumble forward.

Succumbing to the overwhelming personalities in the room you slump at the bar. Planting your head on the table you mumble. “Hey uh Husky or something... pour me a drink…”

Alastor comes and sits next to you at the empty seat. “Husk my boy a glass of whiskey!”

“Yeah whatever…” Husk grumbles.

The radio demon continues on “Now come on dear you're never fully dressed without a smile.”

Tilting your head to the side you look at the man with glaring red eyes.

“Huh well aren't you something…” You scoff. The man cracks his head into a tilt with a loud crack grinning. He lets out a loud laugh then drinks a sip of his whisky. Charlie comes up behind you rubbing your back kindly.

“Hey don't worry, we are here to help! We’ll make you a whole new demon!” Charlie continued on with her happy monologue.

“Thanks... I guess. I got no place better to go and this is a free stay, so why the fuck not.” You say with a half assed smile.

“Yay a new resident!” Charlie says with stars in her eyes.

“Perchance, where will I be staying…” You trail off looking around at the slightly disheveled inside.

“Follow me this way!” Charlie continues gleefully to say as she grabs your hand and is once again dragging you. Vaggie follows along well Angel dust sits next to Alastor bending over the bar flirting with Husk. Thinking to yourself you relize your in for a fucking shit show, but whats the worst that can happen.

“Here is your room!” Charlie says opening the door. The room is so dusty and obviously uninhabited for some time.

Bashfully Charlie says “Well um, it needs a little cleaning but don't worry we have Niffty!”

“Filthy filthy FILTHY!” The little demon says.

Alastor appears out of the shadows. “My oh my what a terrible condition.”

Niffty wastes no time getting started, in record speed it's all clean.

“Your turn your turn filthy demon.” Niffty goes on saying with an aggressive tone.

“Nope nope, I'm done for the day. Thank you and good day.” You say slamming the door on everyone, sliding down the door. Mumbling to yourself putting your head in your hands “oh god oh god what was I thinking...” Out of the corner of your eye you notice red eyes in the shadows with a big sharp grin. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” you say wide eyed with fear staring in the darkness. The radio demon comes into view now standing in the faint light with his cane.”

“Well hello my dear aren't you just an entertaining mess.” He says once again with a snap of his neck.

You stay in silence standing up pressed against the door. He sleuths in the darkness now in front of you.

“Now now why don't you show me an entertaining time. My boredom has grown and I need… A good show you could say.” Alastor says with his static voice slightly more distorted with a sinister look in his eyes.

He takes his cane holding it in both hands now pressing it against your neck making you choke slightly.

“So my dear, give me a show to remember.” He says as his grin grows.

Once again you are stuck in silence but have to admit the radio demon is fairly attractive. His lengthy body and striking red hair. The monocle on his face resting on the cheeks of his malicious grin.

“I’ll take your silence and pink cheeks as a bashful yes.” He now says more excitedly.

Your hands now gripping the cane that's held to your neck not strong enough to push away he grins one last time now giving you a rough kiss unsurprising to you with the aggression. Now losing his grip on the cane you push back not breaking the kiss forcing him to fall on the bed.

“Oh my dear how hilarious of you to think you can overcome me.”

You glare at his cocky face when he flips you on your stomach. He pulls down your pants revealing your underwear as he then sets his cane next to him. Setting his hand on your head he smashes your face in the bed slightly smothering you. With your pants down and face in the bed unable to see you feel a slap on your ass. It doesn't feel like a hand.. But his cane?! Thinking to yourself you go on to think about how this demon sure does love his cane. I wonder what else he could possibly use it for… Feeling your ass get raw from each smack your moans increase well you grip the duvet on the bed. Letting go of your head you jerk it up. The stealthy man has his cane against your throat once again, this time a bit harder causing you to gasp. Your head spins, what the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK! You scream in your head, why can't you speak. Where is Charlie, Vaggie, even fucking Angel Dust?! The cane is released from your neck and brings you back into the moment gasping for breath trying to catch it.

“Alastor.. You..” You choke out softly.

Leaning over you he cups one hand around your face turning your head slightly enough to feel a tinge of a stretch. Stabling himself with his other hand at his side he leans to your ear. For a moment all you hear is static.

“Oh what a good show you are putting on. Might I say a temporary cure to my boredom.”

For some reason you blush harder. Feeling your panties begin to drip. Dammit you didn't realize how horny this got you. He removed the cup hand around your face now gliding his hands down your back till it reached your butt. He pulls your panties down making you release a sound of embarrassment and shock. You didn't take such a powerful demon like him to be so... Horny. He slips his fingers into your wet crotch. Planting your face back into the bed as the pleasure takes over your body, his fingers begin to move. He curls them up just right to hit the perfect angle. Alastor lets out a chuckle as your body tightens. He pulls his fingers out and you can hear him licking them.

“What such a unique taste for a demon, a satisfying quench for my thirst you could say.”

With your face still buried in the bed and your hearing amplified, the sound of a zipper being undone rings in your ears. Before you have time to process you feel something hard rubbing against your wet slit. Oh god you haven't felt this good in so long, maybe this place really is your salvation. The tip of his dick slips in you. A muffled gasp escapes your mouth. He keeps pulling it in and out just teasing you with his tip.

You lift your head up “More.. please.. I promise.. To put on.. A show to re-remember.” you mumble.

“Of course my dear as long as a wonderful performance is done!” He snickers and grins.

Finally shoving his cock in you all the way you moan, hoping it wasn't too loud to be heard through the door. He grabs your hips, digging his hands into your sides thrusting. For some reason his static groans drive you to slam your body on his dick. He lets out a deep groan, almost monstrous one could say. He pulls out once again teasing your wet pussy.

“My my what is the point of a show if you cant see the expressions that define the emotions!” Alastor says well you hear a crack of his neck. He grabs your wrist and turns you on your back.

“Darling it's a pleasure to see that face again.” He says with a unique seductive tone.

His hand wraps around your neck. Damn this guy loves to have you in his grip. He straddles you with his knee and slips back into you. Never once does his cocky grin leave his face. It's terrifying yet somehow exhilarating. A smile creeps upon your face, giving the overlord a mimicking look. He burst into laughter, not stopping from giving you pleasure. You grab the wrist of the hand that's choking you. You dig your nails into him as you feel your body succumb to ecstasy.

“F-Fuck!” You gasp well, widening your eyes. A new expression crosses his face, one of satisfaction you could say.

“What a mighty good show darling. I’ll have to come by again when I'm feeling bored.” He says gripping your throat harder as he cums in you, static ringing in your ears. The demon pulls out zipping up his pants brushing himself off as if he had dust on his clothing. He sticks his hand out well and his cane snaps into its rightful place. He bows and opens the door ready to exit.

“Farewell darling.” He says, closing the door behind him as he leaves.

#alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin smut #hazbin hotel smut #alastor x you

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buckyispunk · 6 months

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Ocean Blue

Aloha Chapter Two ~ Bucky Barnes x f!Reader (no use of Y/N)

read Aloha part one here!!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: After a great day of playing football with Bucky and his friends, he plans an excursion for you. However, Bucky might not be as perfect as he seems.

A/N: thank you to everyone who liked, commented on, or reblogged chapter one! I was so so so thrilled with how well the first part did and I'm glad you all enjoyed it!

Warnings: facefucking, exhibitionism (dressing room shenanigans), brief fingering, discussion of unhealthy relationships, mention of cheating, bit of a praise kink, orgasm denial, come eating, dom!Bucky and his filthy mouth, drinking, insecure reader, self-deprecating thoughts, please lmk if I missed anything

Word Count: 8.6k

You feel the heat from the sun’s rays shining on you through the windows before you even open your eyes. You also feel a solid mass under your chest and it isn’t until you open your eyes that you remember the previous night. Bucky is underneath you - still sleeping if his soft snores are anything to go by. You feel your lips turn up into a smile as memories of last night play through your mind.

His arm is draped over your body, securing you to him. You try to gently pull his arm off you so you can get up, but his bicep flexes as he subconsciously pulls you in closer. As much as you’d like to stay here cuddled up with Bucky all morning, you have to pee. You nuzzle into his chest and begin to pepper kisses across his toned pecs.

Bucky rustles above you and you hear a soft hum as he wakes.

“Mornin, doll,” he keeps you close to his chest with one arm and raises his other to run through his hair.

You turn to look up at him and he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“How’d you sleep?” his morning voice is deep and gravelly.

“Really good. You?” you hold back a giggle at his tousled hair.

“Amazing, hon.”

“Glad to hear it, Buck. Hate to ruin the moment, but you have to let me up so I can pee.”

“Says who?” he uses both arms to hug you tighter into his chest.

You gently slap his bulging arms and squeal, “Bucky! Let me up!”

Bucky scrunches his face up as if in thought. “Fine, but it’ll cost you. One kiss.”

“Ew, I have morning breath.”

“Don’t care, doll,” he guides your face to his and leans in to take his payment.

After a couple of seconds, he releases you from his grasp. It isn’t until you’re about to pull the covers off of you that you realize you’re naked. Sure, he saw everything last night, but it’s different in the light of day when you don’t have any alcohol in your system.

“Um,” your cheeks heat as you sit on the edge of the bed, covers pulled tight around your body, “could you, uh, look away for a minute?”

“Doll, you’re beautiful and you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. But if it’ll make you more comfortable then of course I will.”

He rolls over onto his stomach and presses his face into his pillow. You lean over and plant a kiss on his shoulder blade before jumping up and running to the bathroom. You go pee and brush your teeth before grabbing one of soft bathrobes with the resorts logo on the breast and tying it around your waist. When you open the bathroom door, Bucky is standing, pulling on his boxers.

“Would you wanna go get breakfast with me?” he asks, adjusting the elastic of his underwear.

“That sounds great.”

Bucky smiles and gathers his clothes from the floor, blush forming across his face as he does so. With an armful of clothes, he turns to look at you.

“I just want you to know, I don’t usually do that. Sleep with girls I just met- I mean. I mean, yeah I’ve done it before,” he begins to ramble, “but like, not often. I just felt like there was something between us and you were just so gorgeous last night, you’re still gorgeous. Shit, I’m so-”

You cut him off with a hand on his bare shoulder before he gets any farther.

“Bucky, it’s okay. I understand what you mean. I don’t normally do stuff like this either.”

“Well, I’m gonna go to my room to put on some different clothes. I’ll come back in a couple of minutes and we can go downstairs?” he starts to pull on his dress pants from last night. He pulls the wrinkled button up over his shoulders, not bothering with the buttons.

He holds his shoes and belt in one hand as he makes for the door. He opens the door and steps out. You follow him, standing in the doorway. Before you have a chance to say goodbye, you hear a familiar voice coming from over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Nice clothes, Buck!” Sam is walking down the hallway toward the two of you, Steve beside him. “We didn’t hear you come back to your room last night,” Sam continues his teasing.

Bucky lets out an exasperated sigh before turning to face his friends. You’re mortified that they’ve caught you. But at the same time, you want to laugh at the murderous look on Bucky’s face.

“Not another word, Sam,” he goes to hold up his hand, as if in warning, before remembering that his belt is dangling from his fingers, and quickly lowers it, trying too late to hide further evidence.

Sam doubles over laughing, meanwhile Steve stands still as a statue, eyes trained on the ground. He looks almost as embarrassed as you do.

“We were just headed downstairs,” the blond explains.

“Sorry, Barnes,” Sam says your name and nods at you, “I’ll leave you to continue your walk of shame,” he lets out another roaring laugh, slapping Bucky on the shoulder before continuing down the hallway, Steve in tow.

The blond looks up to give you a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry,” he mouths an apology to you.

Once his friends are gone, Bucky turns to you. “I swear to god, I’ll kill him if you want me to,” he says with a straight face.

You laugh at him, “It’s fine, Bucky. He’s just being funny.”

Bucky gives you a thankful smile and leans down and pecks your lips before making his way to his room.

“I’ll be back in a couple minutes!” he calls to you.

When Bucky knocks on your room door exactly two minutes later, you’re running a brush through your hair. You had thrown on a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“Just a second!” you call out.

You grab your things and slip a pair of flip flops on before opening the door. Bucky apologizes again for Sam’s bevahior and you tell him not to worry - you enjoy the lighthearted fun. You grab plates and get in line for the buffet.

Bucky piles his plate with so much food that you’re worried it’s about to start falling off. He reaches for the tongs to add bacon to his stack of food.

“There is no way you can fit any more food on that plate,” you look at him in disbelief.

How is he planning on eating that much?

Bucky grins at you before taking the bacon from the tongs and sticking it directly into his mouth, giving you a smirk.

“That better, sweetheart?” he mumbles around a mouthful of food.

You roll your eyes at him and walk to the first empty table you see. Bucky follows behind a minute later with his plate and two cups of orange juice, you’re mildly impressed at his ability to carry it all without spilling anything - like you surely would’ve. But then again, his hand dwarfs the cups of juice, so you suppose that helps. He sits down across from you and sets one of the plastic cups in front of you.

“Thank you,” you tell him after swallowing your bite of food.

“‘Course, doll,” he answers around a mouthful of toast.

You figure it’s just your luck when Brock and Marissa walk into the dining room. Did they eat breakfast at the same time as you every day? You let out a sigh, hoping they don’t see you. You really don’t feel like explaining who Bucky is, Hi, Brock! This is the guy I just met who called me “his girl” when I slept with him last night, isn’t he great?

Bucky turns to follow your eyeline, landing on the couple.

“Is that…” he trails off.

“Yep. Brock and Marissa.”

He looks down and nods, dejected look on his face, “I can leave, if you want,” he offers. “I mean if you don’t want them to see you with me.” How is it that you just met this man, yet it appears he can read your mind?

You would never do that to Bucky, though. He didn’t deserve that. So what if Brock found out? You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. You’re a grown woman. You’re single and you decided to have some fun with a man who’s interested in you. It’s not like you’re the only person who’s ever had a one night stand - if that’s what you’d call this, anyway.

“Of course not, Bucky. I don’t care if they see us. Besides, you haven’t even started your cereal or your eggs.” This earns a grin from Bucky.

“Hey, you keep that up and you’re not getting any of my waffles,” he points his finger at you.

Brock and Marissa sit down. You try not to watch them - you really do. But they’re sat right in your line of sight and it makes it hard. Brock eats with one hand and scrolls through his phone with the other. Marissa does the same.

Bucky notices you watching them and turns to look. Marissa says something to which Brock just gives a noncommittal nod and continues scrolling. It’s no wonder he doesn’t see you with his face buried in his phone.

“Was he like that when you were with him?”

“Yeah. Especially toward the end. It was like he won me over at first by doing all this stuff for me and taking me out on dates. But then after a while he stopped doing all of that. I was lucky to have a conversation with him that lasted more than a couple of minutes.”

Bucky gives you a sad look. “I’m sorry doll. Glad you don’t have to put up with that anymore.” He mutters the next part under his breath so quietly you almost miss it, “Asshole didn’t deserve you.”

“What about you?”

He looks confused and you realize your question had been rather vague.

“Have you ever had any serious relationships?” you clarify.

“Yeah,” he nods, “Last serious one ended just before I got out of the army. I was on a nine month deployment. The distance was hard. I called her as often as I could, had flowers sent to her. We’d been together for years. Turns out she was cheating on me while I was overseas. Said she was lonely because I wasn’t home. Needed something more, I guess,” he shrugs, “Thought she was the one. Had the ring picked out and everything.”

“Oh my gosh,” your face drops. How could someone do such a thing? He was away serving his country and she had cheated on him? He had even sent her flowers while he was gone - Brock had never once gotten you flowers. “I am so sorry, Bucky. That’s terrible.” You can tell his mood has declined from talking about it and you’re not sure how to console him.

“Don’t worry about it, doll,” he gives you a forced smile. “Besides, it’s best that I found out when I did. I got all my money back for the ring,” he jokes, but his chuckle doesn’t meet his eyes.

You simply nod in agreement. You and Bucky finish eating in silence, reflecting on the heavy topics the two of you had discussed. Bucky downs the last of his orange juice and, as if nothing had happened, the grin is back on his face.

“Wanna go to the beach? If you’re not sick of me yet, that is.”

“Don’t think I could ever get sick of you,” you chuckle before realizing what you had just let slip.

You’re not sure what exactly your feelings are for Bucky, but it’s clear that there was an instant connection between the two of you. And last night made it obvious that it’s not just a platonic connection. Regardless, you don’t think you should reveal your cards to Bucky just yet.

He doesn’t need to know that he hasn’t left your mind since you first laid eyes on him across the bar. He doesn’t need to know that he’s made you happier in two days than anyone has in years. He doesn’t need to know that you’re not sure you could go another day for the rest of your life without seeing his blinding smile. But it’s too early to be having these thoughts. So you quickly stand and clear the table before Bucky has a chance to respond. You head to the elevator without another word. Bucky follows you, confused smile on his face.

Bucky leaves you in front of your room so that you can get changed and, for the second time today, he promises to be back in a couple of minutes. You change into your bikini and put your tanktop and shorts back on over it. It’s been about five minutes and Bucky still hasn’t come back to your room. You decide to take the time to pull out your phone and text Tess, your best friend back home, filling her in on everything that has happened with Bucky and his friends so far.

After you’ve finished updating Tess, Bucky still hasn’t come back. You wonder for a moment if he had changed his mind. Maybe he didn’t want to hang out with you anymore and this was just his way of getting rid of you. You only let those thoughts cloud your mind briefly before you snap out of it and realize that that was unlikely. He hadn’t shown any indications of wanting to get rid of you - the beach had been his idea. You decide to go to Bucky’s room.

You pad down the hall in your flip flops and stop in front of Bucky’s door. You hesitate for a second before raising your hand and rapping your knuckles against the wood. You hear muffled curses coming from the other side of the door before it opens a second later.

“Shit, doll, I’m so sorry,” Bucky answers the door. He’s still wearing his clothes from breakfast. He returns back into his room, leaving the door open for you to follow. “I can’t find my trunks anywhere.”

You step in and close the door behind you. His room is kind of a mess. There are piles of clothes scattered everywhere and you see why as he crouches down in front of his suitcase and begins throwing clothes out of it, desperately searching for his bathing suit.

“Whoa, Buck, calm down,” you hold back a laugh at his overly-frustrated state. “It’s just a pair of swim trunks. Did you only bring one pair?”

A visible heat creeps up Bucky’s cheeks, “Well I didn’t think I was gonna be in the water that much,” he explains.

“There’s a store down in the lobby, I’m sure they have some if you want to buy another pair.”

Bucky sighs and stands up, giving up on his search. “I’m sorry doll. You can go to the beach now if you want and I can meet you there after I find a new pair.”

“It’s not like I need to spend the entire day at the beach Bucky, we still have plenty of time. Besides, I want to look around for souvenirs.”

“Okay, doll,” he gives you a grateful smile.

The two of you make your way to the main floor, Bucky still obsessing over his trunks, I just don’t know where they could have gone.

Upon stepping into the resort’s store, you’re met with all sorts of fun souvenirs and brightly colored clothing. Bucky makes his way over to the swim wear section and you wander around, looking for gifts for your parents and Tess. You settle on a mini totem garden sculpture for your parents and a pretty bracelet for your best friend.

“Hey, doll!” Bucky peeks his head out from behind a dressing room door.

You hadn’t even noticed he’d gone into a dressing room. You make your way over to the stall he’s occupying and raise an eyebrow. “Find a pair of trunks?”

“Wanna come in and see them?” he grins and opens the door for you, but keeps his body hidden behind it.

“You need my help choosing a pair?” you sigh and step into the dressing room after setting down your gifts.

Bucky closes the door behind you and he’s shirtless, wearing only the pair of swim trunks he’s trying on. You drop your eyes to them and burst out laughing. The trunks say stop staring at my with a picture of a rooster underneath the words, directly over where his junk is. Bucky joins you in laughing.

“You just had to take your shirt off too, didn’t you?” you tease. Not that you’re complaining about the sight in front of you.

“Well we need to get the full effect so we can tell whether or not we like them,” he justifies, grin never leaving his lips.

“You’re not seriously getting those, are you?”

“Nah. You could follow the advice on them, though.”

“Please, Barnes. Says you,” you remember the way he’d stared at your bikini-clad body yesterday. “Besides, are you telling me you don’t like it?”

You turn to leave the dressing room and are stopped by a hand on your arm. Bucky grabs you and pulls you into a kiss. You deepen the kiss and he begins rutting into you, feeling his bulge rub against you. You know there’s people outside the dressing room. Anyone could overhear you if you or Bucky get too loud. But you don’t care about any of that as you sink to your knees on the dressing room floor. In fact, maybe it spurs you on a little.

Bucky stares down at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. “Fuck, doll. What are you doing?”

You dip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers beneath the swim trunks, testing the waters. “Want to repay you for last night.”

“Doll, you don’t have to do that. Are you sure?”

You ever so slightly start to pull down the trunks along with his underwear and look up to him for permission before continuing. He gives you a nod, a look of awe spread across his face. You drag them all the way down and let them pool around his ankles before he steps out of them, leaving him fully nude in front of you.

You’d seen him before, but not up this close. His tip is pink and leaking a drop of precum. He’s barely hard and you’re already wondering how you’ll be able to fit him all down your throat.

“Stop staring at my cock, doll,” he says quietly as he stares down at you, smirk on his face.

He reaches a hand around to tangle in your hair and gently pulls you closer, dragging his length across your face. The feeling of his heady weight resting on your cheek sends a flood of arousal to your core.

You lick up his hardness until you reach the tip. You place a kiss on his slit, tongue darting out to lap up his precum.

“I don’t like teasing, sweetheart,” Bucky gives you a warning look.

You take the head into your mouth and begin to lower yourself onto his cock. Bucky’s hand rests in your hair, letting you set your own pace. You begin bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking about half of him into your mouth with each descent. After a couple minutes of letting you control things, Bucky pulls your head off of him and leans down so he’s face to face with you.

“If it gets to be too much, tap on my thigh two times. I want you to repeat it back to me if you understand.”

“Tap on your thigh twice to stop,” you meet his eyes. They look almost completely black, his pupils blown wide with lust.

He pulls you in for another kiss before rising to his full height.

“Ready, doll?”

You’re not sure why the thought pops into your head, but you decide to try something out. “Yes, Sergeant.”

Bucky’s face turns to something resembling a scowl as his grip tightens on your hair and he drags you back onto his cock. He pushes you all the way down until you feel him hit the back of your throat. And then he forces himself in even farther. Your face is pressed against his lower abdomen, nose nestled into the dark patch of hair just above his cock. You breath in through your nose, which overflows your senses with his musk.

Bucky releases his hands from your hair, allowing you to take a breath. You gasp for air before reattaching your mouth to his cock, already missing the taste of him. He lets out a quiet groan and holds your head in place as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. He buries himself in the back of your throat and you gag around him.

“Fuck, doll. Love feeling your throat close around me.”

He holds himself there for a few more seconds before giving you a reprieve.

“Doing so good for me, hon.” He praises, just loud enough so that you can hear him, quiet enough that anyone outside the dressing room wouldn’t be able to.

He continues using your throat to chase his high. He lets a quiet groan slip every so often, making your pussy clench around nothing each time. He picks up the pace, holding your head still and brutally jamming his length down your throat over and over. You lift a hand to his hairy thigh to brace yourself.

“Feel so good. My pretty girl.”

You reach a hand into your panties to give your throbbing clit some attention. Bucky notices immediately and grabs your wrist, ripping your hand out of your shorts.

“Bad girl. Did I say you could do that? Put both your hands behind your back now or you won’t be coming at all today.” He lodges himself into the back of your throat and holds there, cutting off your air flow until you follow his orders.

You do as he instructed and clasp your hands behind your back.

He pulls out of your throat and looks down at you, expression softening. “You can still tap out if you need to, doll.”

You’re not sure what makes you respond the way you do, but you’re quick to regret it. “Please, you think this is rough?” sarcasm drips from your wrecked voice.

Your response brings the scowl back to Bucky’s face and the hold he takes on your hair makes your scalp sting in the best way.

“Fuckin’ brat.” He uses your hair to drag you up and down his length, not stopping to give you a break.

He’s focused solely on chasing his own high, enjoying the way you gag around him. When tears begin to run down your face, he swipes them away with his thumb.

“You asked for it, pretty girl,” he gives you a mock look of sympathy, not letting up. “Fuck, I’m getting close. You’re such a dirty little slut letting me fuck your face like this. What if someone overheard us right now?”

Your moan is muffled around his cock, the vibrations making him grit his teeth in pleasure.

“You like that, doll? Want everyone to know what a little slut you are for me? Want them to see you on your knees for me?”

You do your best to nod with his rock-hard length in your mouth. He gives a few more deep thrusts and you feel his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly before he uses your hair to yank you off of him.

“Can I come down your throat, doll? Pump your stomach full of me?”

“Please, Buck,” you manage in a hoarse voice.

Bucky groans and forces himself as far down your throat as he can possibly get and holds there, both of his hands keeping your head in place. You unclasp your hands behind your back and bring one up to massage his balls, sending him over the edge. Bucky squeezes his eyes shut and does his best to stay quiet as he shoots rope after rope of his seed down your throat. You feel his warm come trickle down your throat and begin to choke on it. He keeps you in place until his orgasm subsides.

He finally lets you go and you pull off of his length, sputtering and gasping for breath. Bucky kneels down in front of you and holds you to him, calming you. He runs a hand up and down your back and smooths your hair. Once you’ve caught your breath, you lean in for a kiss, which he gladly returns, groaning into your mouth when he gets the briefest taste of himself on your lips.

“You did so fucking good for me, doll,” he whispers into your ear. “Made me feel so good.” He reaches a hand down and slips it into your panties, instantly being met with your wetness. “Fuck, doll. You really liked that, huh?”

“Yes, Bucky. Made me so wet,” you buck your hips up into his touch, hoping he’ll make you come. “Please, Bucky,” you beg, “I was good for you, don’t I deserve a reward?”

“I’ll decide that for myself, doll. I’ll make you come if and when I want to,” he runs a finger through your slick and rubs a few circles over your clit.

You were already on the brink of orgasming the entire time Bucky was in your mouth, and you’re sure that all you need is a couple more strokes of his calloused fingers to push you over the edge. You’re not surprised that Bucky seems to know this too when he pulls his hand out of your shorts.

“Be a good girl for the rest of the day and I’ll make it worth your while. Give you anything you want tonight, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you pout, although the way he used you to get himself off and left you desperate for release turns you on like nothing ever has before.

He stands and helps you to your feet. He gets dressed while you use the mirror to fix your disheveled look. When the two of you look normal again, he opens the dressing room door.

You’re glad to find that the store is almost empty and it appears that no one had heard anything. You pick up the gifts you had selected for your family and Tess and Bucky returns with a new pair of trunks. They’re a solid salmon-pink color.

“Whatcha got there?” he asks, nodding to the trinkets in your hand.

“Some gifts for my family back home. See you found a bathing suit.”

“Well, you didn’t like the last one, so…” he chuckles at you and the two of you make your way to the checkout.

Just before you reach the counter, Bucky calls your name. He’s stopped in front of a display of Hawaiian shirts.

“We should each get one!” the excited look on his face is too cute to deny, so you simply nod and agree.

You pick one out and Bucky (coincidentally?) selects a matching men’s one. You set your stuff down on the counter and move to pull your wallet out of your bag before Bucky stops you and sets his own stuff down on top of yours. You’re about to argue that he’s not paying for all of your stuff, but he raises his eyebrows and shoots you a warning look.

Don’t you dare try and pull that again, he words from when you had bought dinner last night replay in your mind. You look down at your feet and blush. If it didn’t turn you on so much, you’d be embarrassed at how submissive this man makes you.

He grabs a bottle of water from the mini fridge next to the cashier and sets it on the counter. Bucky pays for everything and hands you the bottle of water while the cashier bags everything up. You’re thankful for the instantaneous soothing the cold water provides as it hits your raw throat. You turn to Bucky and smile, as if to thank him. He sets a hand on your waist and gives you an affectionate smile.

Bucky takes the bags from the cashier and leads the two of you out of the gift shop.

“I have to go up and change into my trunks. I can set your stuff in your room for you while I’m up there, if you want,” he offers.

You dig your extra key card out of your bag and hand it to Bucky. He disappears behind the elevator doors. Just as you’re about to take a seat, you see Sam and Steve. They catch your eye and make their way over to you.

Once you see them up close, you notice that Sam’s swim trunks are identical to the ones Bucky had been wearing yesterday.

“Are those Bucky’s swim trunks?”

“I may have forgotten to pack my own. And Steve wouldn’t let me take his. Bucky wasn’t in his room last night, as I’m sure you know,” he finds his joke hilarious and lets out a laugh, “so I went into his room and took them,” he shrugs as if it’s no big deal. As if, by a chain reaction, it hadn’t led to you on your knees for Bucky in a public place just ten minutes ago.

“Ew, Sam,” your face scrunches up in disgust, “That’s gross.”

“Don’t worry! I’m wearing underwear with them!”

Steve chooses now to speak up, “As much as I’m sure she’d love to hear about your underwear, Sam,” he tells his friend sarcastically, “where is Bucky?” he turns to you.

“He went upstairs to change into the new trunks he just bought,” you eye Sam, “because he couldn’t find his.”

As if on cue, Bucky appears, wearing his new trunks and the Hawaiian t-shirt he just bought. You notice he’s also holding your new shirt.

“You asshole,” he furrows his brows at Sam, “Are those my trunks? That’s gross, man. I had those on yesterday.”

“Don’t worry,” you interject, “he’s got underwear on.”

Bucky gives you a confused look, probably wondering how you know that, and you, Steve, and Sam laugh.

Bucky returns his attention to Sam, “Give me back the key card to my room,” he holds out a hand expectantly.

“Told you, you never should’ve given it to him,” Steve says.

“Hey!” Sam turns on the blonde, “You helped me take all his towels!” He reaches into his - Bucky’s - pockets and hands over a key card.

“Punks,” Bucky mutters, grabbing his room key back.

“Do you guys wanna come to the beach with us?” you offer.

“We actually just left the beach,” Steve answers, “Thanks, though.”

“Good,” Bucky takes your hand and leads you away from his friends, “See you later!” Steve and Sam laugh as Bucky leads you away.

“Were they bothering you?” he looks over at you.

“No, Bucky, you don’t have to worry so much. Sam made another comment about you not going back to your room last night, but it doesn’t bother me. I like them. I think they’re just trying to embarrass you in front of me.”

“You can say that again,” Bucky mutters. “Oh, hey,” he holds up the shirt you’d forgotten he was holding, “I just thought maybe, um,” you find it adorable that the man who was just fucking your face in a public place now seems so shy, “maybe you could wear your shirt too and we could match.”

“Aw,” you smile up at him and take the shirt, “sure, Buck.” You throw the shirt on over your white tank top.

You grab two beach towels and stuff them in your bag before stepping out of the resort. You and Bucky make your way to the beach, fingers interlaced. When you pick out a good enough spot, you and Bucky lay out your beach towels and strip down to your swim suits. You make your way to the water’s edge.

“You comin’ or what?” you throw over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he gives you a mischievous grin, “Just enjoying the view.” His eyes flit down to your ass and you scoff.

You do your best to refrain from smiling as you give him a mock-offended look. He makes his way over to you and you splash him with ocean water when he gets close enough. He laughs for a minute but then his expression turns more serious.

“Remember what I said about being good today, doll?” he steps closer to you and leans down to whisper in your ear, water dripping from his hair. “If you wanna come, that is,” he pulls away, smirk upon his lips.

You blush and turn away. The refreshing salt water surrounds you and makes you feel as light as a feather. It’s as if each wave is chipping away at the weight on your shoulders.

You look at Bucky, who’s busy watching a ship in the distance. His blue eyes are the same color as the ocean. He’s got a slight smile on his face and you think that he looks as content as you’ve been feeling ever since you got here. The water comes up to his swim trunks, but leaves you an unblocked view of his abs and pecs. Water droplets run down his sculpted body and you’re suddenly ultra-aware of the fact that your core is in desperate need of attention.

“Heads up!” you hear a familiar voice call out from behind you.

You turn and before you know what’s happening, Bucky is diving in front of you, landing in the water with a splash. He emerges holding a football.

“Sam, watch out! You almost hit her!” he scolds his friend, who’s standing in the sand with Steve.

“I was aiming for you, if that makes it better,” he grimaces and apologizes to you.

“Hard to believe you were the best marksman in our troop,” Bucky scoffs and shakes his head.

“Get the ball!” Steve yells before rushing into the water, Sam following behind him.

Steve makes a beeline to Bucky, who starts running in the opposite direction. Bucky loses his footing in the waist-deep water and Steve catches up to him. The large blond dives at Bucky, arms outstretched, and tackles him into the water. Sam isn’t far behind and jumps on top of both of them. You hear curses and gasps for breath as they just about drown each other. You watch, laughing to yourself at the three idiots.

Steve emerges from the pile, holding the football victoriously over his head. Bucky and Sam steady themselves, catching their breath. Your giggling is cut short when Steve tosses the ball to you. You catch it out of habit and freeze when you see the look on the guys’ faces.

“Oh, shit,” you mutter.

“Better run, darlin’,” Bucky gives you a boyish grin.

You turn and do your best to run, smile on your face growing as you surprisingly manage to keep some distance between you and the men chasing you - Bucky leading the pack. A smile spreads across your face, flashbacks of playing football with your cousins on Thanksgiving playing through your mind. One year, one of your cousins had broken his arm - he had landed on it wrong after being tackled. After that, your parents made you stick to playing two-hand tap.

“Slow pokes,” you tease the boys.

“Oh, doll,” you look over your shoulder to see Bucky gaining on you, “you know I was letting you get away, right?”

You let out a shriek as you suddenly feel Bucky’s hands on your hips. Your grip tightens on the ball as his long fingers easily span your waist.

“Sorry, babe, part of the game,” he gives you a look of false sympathy before wrapping his arms around your hips and gently tackling you into the water.

You can tell he’s trying hard to control himself, making sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. Bucky lets go of you quickly, letting you stand from the water just as fast as you went under.

“That’s okay, Barnes,” you give him a cocky grin, “I still got the ball,” you wave it in your hand.

He gives you a smile and holds your chin up with his hand. He leans down and connects his lips to yours. You don’t even have a chance to worry about whether or not anyone is witnessing his display of PDA because he’s suddenly ripped away from you.

Bucky lets out a loud oomph as Sam’s shoulder collides with his torso, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Bucky is surprised by the attack, but manages to overpower Sam rather quickly as you and Steve watch in amusement. Bucky gets Sam in a headlock and you can’t help but stare at the way his bicep bulges as he flexes it. You feel a pulse in your core when you think about Bucky’s arm wrapped around your own neck like that.

“Say I’m the best,” Bucky taunts.

“Dick,” Sam struggles in Bucky’s grasp, but his efforts are futile.

“Come on, punk,” Bucky chuckles.

“Fine,” Sam admits defeat. “You’re the best.”

Bucky drops his arm and Sam stands, muttering curses.

Bucky makes his way over to you and plucks the ball from your fingers.

“Thought you guys weren’t gonna come,” he tosses the ball back and forth between his hands.

“We got bored,” Steve shrugs. “Why? Did we interrupt something?” he teases.

“Haha,” you laugh sarcastically and roll your eyes.

The next couple of hours are spent playing football - you get revenge on Bucky with your own tackle - and talking with your new friends. At one point when Sam is arguing with Steve and Bucky about whether you’re currently in the pacific or the atlantic ocean - Steve and Bucky are right - you decide to take a break from the water and lay on the beach to tan.

You straighten out your towel and lay back on your elbows. You find that you can’t take your eyes off of Bucky. You smile to yourself as you watch his brows furrow in utter disbelief and frustration at his friend - you idiot, do you know anything about geography?.

You’ve only known Bucky for three days and you’re scared of how strong your feelings are for him. Maybe it’s the fact that he makes you feel safe, maybe it’s the way he listens so intently anytime you talk, maybe it’s the way he and his friends have gladly taken you in when you were desperate for companionship, and maybe it’s just the amazing sex, but something has you falling nearly head over heels for this man you hardly know. And that scares you. You haven’t felt anything like this since Brock - and even that had been different. You really hope Bucky feels the same at least a little bit.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky’s honeyed comes from above you.

“Hey, Buck,” you look up at him, lifting your hand to block the sun.

He gives you an affectionate smile and chuckles at your squinted expression.

“So I was thinking,” he starts, “you said you wanted to go snorkeling. I thought maybe we could go together? I called this place nearby earlier and they’ve got room for us both today.”

Your eyes widen in excitement, “Oh my gosh, Bucky!” you revel in the grin your squeal draws from him. “That sounds perfect!”

“Okay, cool,” Bucky offers you a hand to help you up. “You wanna go grab a little something to eat before we head out?”

You nod and take his hand. The two of you get dressed and pack up your stuff. You say goodbye to Steve and Sam and leave them on the beach as you make your way back to the resort with Bucky, his arm slung over your shoulder. You and Bucky grab a small snack from the store in the resort, not wanting to fill up before snorkeling. Bucky arranges for a taxi and when it arrives, he opens the door for you and climbs in next to you.

Once you reach the snorkeling place, a little hut on the beach, Bucky leads you inside. He makes his way to the counter and gives the worker his name. You feel a twinge of guilt when he reaches for his wallet to pay for the both of you. You tug on his arm and look up to him hesitantly.

“Don’t worry about it,” he places a kiss on your forehead before turning back to the receptionist.

The woman at the counter gives you and Bucky an overview of what will happen - you will go out back to the dock and get your gear while you wait for the rest of the people in your group to show up before boarding the boat.

Bucky thanks the lady and guides you outside with a hand on your lower back. You’re greeted by a couple of guys who look like they could be younger than you. They get you and Bucky situated with a snorkel, mask, and fins. You and Bucky put your clothes in your bag, leaving you clad in swimwear, before putting the bag in a locker for safe keeping.

Eventually, the rest of your group shows up - a married couple and their two children - and the workers hand out their gear. Once everyone is ready, they board everyone onto the boat and wave goodbye, returning to the deck as the captain makes his way over to greet you.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” the man smiles brightly. “My name is Koa and I will be your guide today.” He goes over the rules and procedures for the trip.

After his run down, he unties the boat from the dock and makes his way to the captain’s chair. You and Bucky take a seat on one of the padded benches on the side of the boat and he places a hand on your thigh. You take in the gorgeous scenery as the boat’s motor hums and takes you into the clear, blue water. After about five minutes, the boat stops and Koa drops the anchor.

You’re not far away from shore, the water is calm and shallow. Koa reminds everyone of the rules and makes sure they know how to properly use their gear. He tells you about the marine life you’ll see and points out what you should keep an eye out for.

“You guys are all set to explore,” he tells the group, “I’ll be here watching you guys if you need me. And remember, don’t stray too far from the boat.”

With that, everyone stands from their seats. The kids excitedly clamber down the ladder into the water, their mom rushing behind them yelling for them to slow down. The dad follows behind, shaking his head and smiling. Bucky goes in front of you and makes his way into the water. Once in, he reaches a hand out to hold your waist, steadying you as you climb down.

For the most part, you and Bucky stay on one side of the boat and the family stays on the other. You see a lot of colorful fish and excitedly jab Bucky’s side to get his attention when you see a pufferfish. You swim around the area, staying close to Bucky most of the time. You make sure to keep near the boat and you ask Koa questions about the fish every so often. Once everyone has finished looking around the area and observing the wildlife, Koa calls everyone to climb back on so you can head toward the next snorkeling area.

Once back on the boat, the kids excitedly chatter nonstop, jumping up and down as they talk about all the things they saw. You notice Bucky’s small smirk as he watches the children. He looks over to you and his face visibly heats when he notices he’d been caught. You use your thumb to wipe away a drop of water running down the side of his face. Bucky gently takes your hand and presses a kiss to it before holding it between his own in his lap. Thankfully, he turns to look into the water, so he doesn’t see the smile you subconsciously let spread across your lips at the feeling of your hand in his own.

Koa anchors the boat near a coral reef when the boat stops for the second time. He explains that Hawaiian coral reefs house thousands of different kinds of creatures and algae.

“The water is deeper here,” he warns, “and we must be careful not to disturb the coral. We cannot get too close to the reefs, so I ask that you view them from a distance of several feet.”

After his speech, everyone makes their way into the water again. The brief chill the water provides is a welcomed reprieve from the blazing sun, though you couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather. Bucky makes his way toward the reef and you follow him. You and Bucky swim around and observe the reef in awe, watching the way the plants flow with the water and seeing all the invertebrates crawl around in the sand.

When you come back to the surface, you make conversation with the little kids as you wait for Bucky to finish exploring.

When Bucky emerges from the water, he shouts over to you and the rest of the group, “Hey guys, there’s a sea turtle over here!”

The kids scramble to swim over to where Bucky’s pointing, you and their parents following behind. Bucky warns the kids not to get too close so that they don’t scare the turtle away. Koa tells the group that Hawaiian sea turtles can weigh as much as 500 pounds. After everyone has seen the turtle, thankfully it didn’t get scared off, you all clamber back onto the boat.

“The snorkeling part of the tour is over, but I’ll continue the boat tour before we make our way back to shore,” Koa informs everyone.

You and Bucky get settled in on the bench, sitting opposite the rest of the group. He puts his arm around your shoulders and holds you into him. Koa tells you different fun facts about the island and the wild life. He takes you past different coves and beaches, laughing at his own terrible dad jokes frequently.

“This is stunning,” you almost whisper as you pass ginormous mountains and lush trees.

“Yeah, doll,” Bucky replies, “It is.”

You turn to find him already looking at you. He places a finger under your chin and presses a kiss to your lips. You smile at him before returning your attention to the majestic blue of the ocean and realize that it’s the same color as Bucky’s eyes.

All too soon, Koa is docking the boat and wishing everyone an amazing rest of their vacation. Once you and Bucky are off the boat, you grab your bag and dry off before getting dressed. Bucky calls for a taxi and soon enough you’re back at the hotel. Bucky walks you to your room.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower real quick,” you tell Bucky. “Would you- um, would you wanna join me?” you’re feeling bold, possibly because you’re still feeling the effects of what happened in the dressing room and you’re desperate for some release.

Bucky must be able to tell how horny you are because he gives you a knowing grin, “Doll, I would love to, but I promised Sam and Steve that I would meet them at the bar after we got done,” he gives you a sad smile, “Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you, but I want to make sure I’m still hanging out with them, you know?”

“Oh my gosh, Bucky, yeah. I’m sorry, you’re totally right.”

“Hey, darling,” Bucky makes eye contact with you, “Don’t apologize. If it was up to me I’d spend the rest of my vacation with just you. But hey, how about you come find us at the bar after your shower?”

“Deal. Only if you’ll let me buy you a drink, though,” you challenge.

“Doll, you know that’s not happening.” Bucky leans down until his mouth is level with your ear, “And don’t think about touching that pretty little pussy of yours if you want me to reward you tonight.”

Your mouth drops at the sudden warning. Bucky gives you a cocky grin in response to your reddened face.

“Come down when you’re done, and leave your wallet,” with that, he turns and walks away, leaving you flustered and horny.

You try not to think about the way that Bucky had eaten you out like a starving man last night and how he had used you to chase his own release earlier while you take a cold shower. You put on some shorts and your new Hawaiian shirt before making your way downstairs.

When you step outside, you glance around the bar area, searching for Bucky and his friends. You see Steve and Sam talking to each other at one end of the bar, but Bucky isn’t with them. After another scan, you find him. He’s leaning up against the bar with his back to you, but he’s not by his friends. He’s next to a gorgeous woman in a bikini. You falter for a second when you see Bucky turn to her, talking with a smile on his face. They’re clearly in the middle of a conversation. You stop in your tracks when Bucky buys a beer and hands it to the woman. He laughs at something she said and you turn away.

What the fuck?

It’s not like you two were exlcusive or anything, hell you’d only known each other for two days. You probably don’t have any right to feel jealous, but regardless, you feel a pang in your gut. His dick had just been in your mouth hours ago and now he’s buying drinks for someone who could be a supermodel?

You hold back your tears as you make your way back inside, heading for the indoor bar.

How could you be so stupid. Of course the connection wasn’t real. He was just using you to get his dick wet, and you had let him.

You take a seat at the bar and order a double shot of whiskey, good thing you did end up bringing your wallet. You mentally scold yourself for believing there was ever a connection between you and Bucky as you down your drink. You order a second one and think about what you’ll do if he tries to talk to you again. If he tries to fuck you again. You won’t let him back in your pants, that’s for sure. You wonder if he’s looking at that woman like she’s the most important thing in the world, the way he had looked at you.

You don’t understand how guys manage to put on such a convincing gentleman act just to get laid. He had you fooled with his I don’t usually do this speech this morning. Part of you wants to believe that he hadn’t bought you stuff and opened doors for you just to get you to sleep with him, but you know better deep down. Why would anyone be interested in you like that? Brock had made it clear that you weren’t anything worth holding on to. You sometimes wish you aren’t as trusting as you are, it’s not the first time you’ve been hurt because of it.

You down the second drink and resign yourself to spending the next three days alone before heading home. You’ve got plenty of experience with being alone, though.

part three!

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added!) - @vicmc624 @distancedss @kandis-mom @cakesandtom @buckbuckybuckaroo @volleyballgirl2022 @sapphirebarnes @xobabygirl143 @sarah1barnes @ladyacrasia @charmedbysarge

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turtletaubwrites · 2 months

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Turtletaub Fic Recs ~ Part 1

This is but a small sample of the incredible One Piece fics, headcanons, and drabbles that I've read on this lovely site, so I will be adding many more lists going forward! Please enjoy, and spread the love to these writers that have given me all sorts of feels 🥰 I've dug through my list, so some of these are recent, and some are from a while ago, but they all deserve a read. Enjoy!

Ace

Starvation by @wallachianblood ~ ANGST!! Only read this one if you want to hurt inside. Which is why I highly recommend! It tackles grief in such an interesting and uncomfortable way, and it's been stuck in my brain. (Please check the warnings, there's intense grief, angst, discussion death and of cannibalism in reference to romantic love and pain.)

Benn Beckman

When You Had The Chance by @fanaticsnail ~ The longing! The yearning! The "oof, why is this old man so hot?!" 🥵 Beautifully written as always, and now I have ANOTHER One Piece crush 😅

Buggy

@hey-august keeps giving us delicious lil Buggy bits that I can't get enough of! Have a taste: Breakfast, Whimpers

A Favor for the Captain ~ MORE Buggy from @hey-august that is just so stinkin' cute + hot! This two part fic is so well written, and I just adore when pathetic Buggy gets the love! 🤡💜

Corazon

A Reward From Cora by @leakyweep ~ STILL thinking about this. Short but sweet, and my Corazon, my heart, is now occupying my brain in a very different way. I would appreciate some more quiet time please 🥰

Eustass Kid

Kid by @kaizokuniichan ~ Hi, yes, this is so good! This is the fic that finally flipped me over into Kid territory. Now I'm scrambling, trying to figure out how to deal with a crush on this dumbass 🤦🏼‍♀️

Jinbe

Guiding Star by @discordantwritings ~ I didn't know I needed this, but I definitely did. Holy fuck, that fish man is sweet and 🥵🥵 Need me some more of this!

Mihawk

Little Game by @gingernut1314 ~ This is STUNNING. I'm late to the game, so I'm flipping stoked that I have more to read! The first chapter already killed me with how beautifully it's written, how rich the world/story is, and how interesting and lovely both Mihawk and the reader are!

Sanji

3, 2, 1 by @fanaticsnail ~ Ooh, this Sanji fic messed me up in the best way! I absolutely adored the flirty build up, the tension, the angst, and the lovely, smutty finale. Seriously, one of my fave Sanji fics, and you should give it a read!

Baby, It's Hot out Here by @lowkeycasanova ~ I LOVE perverted Sanji so much! Here's another short but sweet fic that carved a smutty little spot into my head. I bet Sanji would learn to make the tastiest popsicles just to enjoy the show 😏

I Can Teach You If You'd Like by @vinsmokc-sanji ~ Yeah, this is cute as fuck. Reminded me of working at restaurants, and having a crush on peeps that had no business being as hot as they were. SFW, and super cute, check it out!

Trafalgar Law (Can you tell I've been on a Law kick for a while?)

Pain Management by @thus-spoke-lo ~ I'm sorry, this fic still keeps me up at night. It has rooted itself into my skull, and I don't think it will ever leave. HIGHLY recommend. (Please check content warnings! This fic contains dubcon elements.)

Beset Fixation by @eelnoise ~ Yeah, Law with the feelings fucks me UP. This is so good, sexy, and emotional. 10/10

Therapist Law by @sanjisjuul ~ Um, hello?! This one has also stuck to my brain, and made me even more concerned for my mental health than I already was. Oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️ It's hot as fuck, highly recommend!

A New Routine, A New Man by @willowhaze26 ~ This is so satisfying, and so hot 🥵 One of the first Law fics I found, and I am grateful for this delightful work 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Hearts and Marks by @escenariosinfumables ~ This is one of the cutest fucking things I've ever read, and I need it to be canon.

Zoro

Rough by @kibblz-n-bitz ~ This is short, but filthy! Dirty talkin, dom Zoro is oh so 🥵

Ways That Zoro Wordlessly Says "I Love You" by @nina-ya ~ Such cute Zoro fluff, I adore him 😭💚 He's just a big sweetie!

#fic rec list #fic recs #turtletaub fic recs #one piece fanfic #one piece x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece smut #smut #trafalgar law smut #sanji x reader #fic masterlist #buggy smut #fem!reader #reader insert #one piece fics #mihawk x reader #jinbe x reader #zoro smut

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ameliora-j · 5 months

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therapist!steve x bully!eddie x reader is so good omg like literally drooling icl

please write more if you can <3

content: therapist!steve, bully!eddie, innocent!reader, power imbalance, pussy eating, degradation, semi public sex, voyeurism, modern!au, ass eating, impact play, masturbation (m!receiving), DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

after your session, you look up at eddie. “i… i know dr. harrington said that i like… ‘graduated’ or whatever,” you swallow thickly… nervously. “but um… i-if you wanna hang out or whatever we can” you smile shyly.

“awww…” eddie mocks softly, smiling a bit as he tucks a hair behind your ear. “you’ve liked being my little toy, haven’t you?” he teases.

“y-yeah…” you whisper. “yes, sir” you blush softly. he hums, kissing your head softly and silently taking your hand. the two of you walk to the parking lot together, eddie leading you to his van.

he opens the back doors and ushers you in. “since you’ve been such a good little girl for me, i suppose i should reward you” he hums softly, climbing in behind you. you blush softly, gazing at him with wide eyes as he pushes you back to lay against the few blankets on the floor and traces your thighs.

“i know this little cunt is still wet and leaking with my cum right now” he mutters, running his fingers over your slit through your thin little panties. “can feel it seeping out… sticking to these puffy little pussy lips” he hums.

he pushes your underwear aside and laughs. “god it’s so swollen… looks like i really destroyed this little virgin pussy” he mocks, slapping your clit a few times. you moan with each his, and eddie laughs at you once more.

“god you’re still so fucking pathetic” he whispers, spitting on your cunt. “wonder if this cunt tastes as good as it looks” he mumbles. licking a bold stripe through your cunt. your head falls back and you moan, your hands flying to grip his hair.

he shoves your hands away, pushing your legs so that your knees press to his chest. “hold them” he growls, spanking your ass. you nod and follow his order, holding your legs back to let eddie do as he wanted. he leaned down and spit on your cunt again, this time watching it trail down to your asshole.

eddie moans quietly, poking his tongue into your puckering rosebud. he pushes your cheeks apart, circling his tongue around in your hole and thrusting it a few times. he pulled back and spit on it, pushing a finger into your ass as his mouth reattached to your pussy.

you whine softly as your phone rings and eddie chuckled darkly. “answer it” he growls, nipping your clit. you shriek, nodding as you quickly follow orders, answering your phone. you’re practically gasping for breath as eddie sucks roughly at your clit, pushing a second finger into your asshole.

“hi yn, you forgot to book your next appointment” dr. harrington informs you.

“um… h-hi doctor…” you stammer through squeaks and moans, unable to hide them as eddie assaults your cunt with his mouth. “j-just… um… s-same time next week” you moan as eddie pushes a third finger into your ass and shoves his tongue into your pussy.

he licks around as if his tongue is looking for buried treasure, moaning as he slurps lewdly at your dripping cunt. “are you alright, yn?” he asks, and eddie chuckles against your pussy.

“tell him what i’m doing” eddie growls. “tell him what his filthy slut of a patient is enjoying right now” he mocks, slapping your pussy.

“i-i… eddie’s um… he’s eating my pussy and fingering my ass” you moan into the receiver, pushing eddie’s head closer.

“oh?” steve smirks as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock free. “well then lemme hear how good he makes you feel, pretty girl” steve mocks.

eddie smirks as he hears this, working twice as hard to make you cum. he slurps at your juices, nibbling on your clit as his fingers twirl around in your asshole. you’re sensitive from the brutal fucking he just gave you, even more turned on at dr. harrington’s low moans on the phone and the slick sounds of him wanking his cock.

“eddie fuck i…” you whine. “i’m gonna cum” you breathe, causing both med to groan.

eddie hums, pulling back just to harshly spank your clit a few times. “i’m not gonna stop if you do” he taunts. even with his threat in mind, the second that his lips attach to your clit and suck harshly at the same moment that his fingers curve in your asshole, you’re a goner.

your legs squeeze around his head, hips grinding up into his face as you hold him against your pussy, moaning loudly and singing praises to his name. true to his word, eddie continues to eat you out. he forces your legs wide open, continuing his assault on your sticky pussy as tears spill from the corner of your eyes, all while dr. harrington listens on the other end of the phone.

#nsfw.nani #dark.nani #steve harrington #eddie munson #therapist!steve #bully!eddie #therapist!steve harrington #bully!eddie munson #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #steddie smut #steddie #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

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emotionallyattachednerd · 8 months

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Rightfully His ❙ TP Optimus Prime x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: Smut ( Fingering and spike penatration ) low angst, possessive behaviour, jealous behaviour, size difference and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: You people are sluts for dom Optimus, and I don't blame any of you. He a snack! Um, so, here you go you filthy animals.🥰

Also to add, Optimus Prime is using mass-displacement, though he's still large, if you get what I mean. I didn't want this to be a repeat from the first one I did so that's why I went with this approach.

A day at the beach sounded perfect. Optimus was kind enough to drive you there himself. You enjoy spending time with him. Though once there he would need to remain in his vehicle mode while you take a dip.

Wearing your favourite bathing suit you take a dive and enjoy yourself, waving at Optimus with a beaming smile which everyone will see as you waving at a truck. Not weird at all.

While you were enjoying yourself a few guys approached you. They introduced themselves as you did too, making small talk. They were nice, and the casual talk turns into flirting, and you can't help but beam in return with a flushed face.

It's not often guys flirt with you so it was kind of nice to have it happen, though you weren't really looking for any kind of relationship at the moment. You already had your eyes on someone but you doubted they felt the same back, so you didn't hold your breath about it.

For now you enjoy the attention from these guys.

Not aware, Optimus watches. Being in his vehicle mode you couldn't tell he was glaring hard at the guys, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and hide you from their prying eyes.

What bothers him more is that you're enjoying the attention.

It's not until afterwards that you finally leave the beach and jog towards Optimus' truck form. He stares at your breasts under the bikini bouncing with each move and that makes him groan lowly.

"That was just what I needed. Thanks Optimus, it was really nice of you to drive me." You say happily as I put the towel on the leather seat and sat on it so you don't get too wet or sand everywhere.

This was a last night thing so you didn't bring any spare clothes.

"So, you had fun?" Optimus asks through a hint of dullness, which you didn't pick up on right away.

"So much fun!" You continue to beam softly before relaxing against the seat. "So, my place? Wouldn't want you returning to base at a late hour."

"Of course." Optimus can only sigh before leaving the beach with the sunset setting across the long strip of road. The drive is perhaps an hour from your place, so you get comfortable.

Optimus watches you as he drives, stretched out on the seat wearing only your bikini, skin damp as the setting sun glitters across you. He notices your perky nipples through your thin top. He lets out a low groan, forcing himself to rev his engine to try and hide it, which doesn't work as you pick up on this.

"Are you alright?" You question curiously.

"I'm fine." His answer was dull and that's when you start noticing his odd behaviour.

"You don't sound fine." You point out, more curious as you sit up more against the seat. "What's wrong?"

Optimus knew he wasn't able to hide it anymore, not after so long. "Those men from the beach, they seemed very friendly with you."

"Oh those guys? Yeah I guess they were. It's nice to be noticed honestly." You can't help but giggle lightly.

"You liked the attention they gave you." He adds and that's when you furrow your brows. He goes on before you can answer. "You were friendly back, smiling, blushing. Do you often flirt with other men like that?" Now this is weird to you.

"Um...I don't know, I guess? It's not everyday I have guys flirting with me. Why does that bother you?" You can't help but cross your arms.

It was quiet for a moment before he finally answered. "I don't want you flirting with other men, or accepting such behaviour from them towards you." He can't be serious?

You can't help but let out a scoff. "Seriously? Optimus, it's harmless flirting. Besides, why do you care? It's not like we're dating." You answer through an annoyed pout.

It's Optimus. He's the one you've got your eyes on. From the moment you both first met you've been overly fascinated by him, and you're already friendly with him, taking any chance to spend time with the big bot. But you were both completely different and you don't think he felt the same way towards you, so you never advanced to push your friendship any further.

However, now it seems things are getting on thin ice.

"Jesus Christ, you sound so jealous. No, you don't get to be jealous, alright? If I'm going to flirt with guys then I'm going to flirt!" You are honestly annoyed. How dare he!

"No." His simple answer doesn't settle well with you.

"No?"

"No. You won't. That's an order." This is getting out of hand.

"An order? No, you don't get to order me around! We're not dating!" You had to repeat again.

"Are you refusing to follow my order?" You have no idea what's wrong with him, or why he is behaving like this. Surely he doesn't have feelings for you?

"Yes...I'm disobeying your order, Optimus Prime! Fuck you!" You lose your temper as you shout, feeling both angry and emotional.

Suddenly the seat belt tightens around your body and pins you against the leather seat causing the air in your to be pushed out.

"Optimus?" You can't help but whisper his name, staring at the dashboard as if that's where he is staring at you from while he drives.

"I'm taking you back to base." He simply answers, tone casual and dark at once.

Swallowing thickly you try to adjust yourself but he made it hard with just how tight the seat belt was on you and he wasn't going to loosen his hold on you.

"N-no, I said take me home." You remind him but he refuses.

"No. You need to be taught a lesson, and reminded." This get's your heart racing. What is he talking about?

"Lesson? Reminded? Of what?" You can't help but question.

"That you're mine."

His? What the hell is he saying?

You couldn't move and you heart rate wouldn't slow down. Optimus has never spoken to you like this before and that kind of scared you. He is acting possessive, as if you really did belong to him but you didn't. Right?

The rest of the drive was dead quiet. You can't bring yourself to say anything or even struggle, and your heart rate never once slowed down.

Once returning no one else was around you figured this out. Optimus transformed with you still inside him which he's never done before. It makes you yelp in surprise before oyu find yourself in his servo.

He doesn't look down at you as he walks into his quarters and over to his berth where he finally places you. Stepping back he stares, watching you. You are still damp from the beach and in your bikini you can only sit there and stare back, breathing heavily, wondering just what he is thinking.

Finally he moves towards you. He sat on the berth right beside you making your breath hitch, before something happened you didn't think possible. His large frame starts shifting, shrinking himself until he is at her level.

The sudden action leaves you speechless, unable to form words as you stare at him. He still has that firm stare on him and you go to say something but he cuts you off.

"Remember, you're here so I can remind you who you belong to." Your response is to give a nervous nod, but you can't help the thrill that burns through your core.

"Optimus, you sound upset?" You manage to say through a shaky breath. "Have I hurt you?"

"You have." His answer is not what you expect. "For a long time I've admired you, wanted you, but I saw you felt something towards me but I feared I might've been wrong. Seeing you with those humans, that bothered me. I don't want you doing that anymore."

"Anymore? So...what does this mean? What am I to you?"

"You're mine. That's what."

Suddenly he leans closer and you find yourself laying back on the berth where he had laid a blanket for you. He's hovering across your shivering body, his shadow consuming you.

"What are you doing?" You whisper through a heated gasp. Your body was reacting in a whole different way, one that is arousal.

"What I've wanted to do for a long time." Suddenly, he kisses you.

You can only let out a muffled yelp against his lips, which are oddly enough soft and warm. You respond through a low throaty moan, hand sliding up against his cheek plating as you savour his lips. You've imagined this for so long but never thought it would be this beautiful to feel the primes lips against your own.

Optimus responds back through a deep moan himself before gently pushing his glossa inside your mouth making you gasp and return the same with your own tongue. Both your hands were against him, caressing his face and slowly deepening the kiss more.

You love him. That's right. As silly as it might sound, you have been deeply in love with Optimus for a long while. But now, he was your obsession, an addiction you craved. All this time he wanted you and you had no idea. He was good at hiding it. Not anymore.

His servos move across your body, dancing over your quivering skin before feeling his digits tug at your bikini bottoms, the lace flying loose as he tosses them aside. Next is your top and that is gone pretty quickly with some help from you.

Bare naked, you wrap your arms around his neck and move your thighs up over his hips, grinding yourself against his plating which causes him to moan back in approval.

You need him, you want him, you ache for him.

"Optimus..." His name whispers from your lips as his mouth moves to your neck where he gently nips against your tender skin. "Feels so good."

"I only want you to feel good, and to know only I can ever do this to you." He says softly before moving his servo down to your core where he rubs his digit between your folds before gently pushing one inside your depths.

The sudden feel of his thick digit makes your back arch and he doesn't stop there, pushing further and curling into your clenching walls.

You respond perfectly, hips arching up and grabbing hold onto his shoulder pads, moaning loudly without any care who might hear you, and it didn't seem to bother Optimus either.

"I want everyone to know you belong to me, y/n." He says once again, as if you had forgotten. His digit pumps into you before he adds a second, stretching you so nicely. "I want you to be mine. Do you want me to be yours?"

"Yes!" You answer with glee and without doubt. "You, I want you!"

Optimus smiles hearing this. "Good."

He removes his digits from you and you grab hold of his servo, bringing it back up and sucking at his moist digits, letting out a low moan as you taste yourself.

Optimus lets out a low growl of approval as his vents kick in, metal heating up as his throbbing cable presses against his panel, demanding to be released.

You feel him rutting gently against your bare core, moaning loudly as your swollen clit grind against his plating. You needed him inside you, now!

"Optimus," you whisper his name into his audio before finishing, "Fuck me."

Any self control was gone.

You hear the sound of metal shifting, Optimus as well, before suddenly feeling the warm tarped tip of his cable pressing against your core and moving within, not holding back as he fills you completely, flushing his hips against you firmly.

The sudden fullness feeling his throbbing spike invade you is an experience you only ever imagined, and it's nothing compared to the real thing. He fills you so much, to the point you hiss through a moan and move your hand to your belly where you feel the tightness, only to gasp when you feel a bulge caused by Optimus.

"So full..." You moan out. "Feels good."

"Y/n." Optimus whispers your name as his optics flash through the arousal he was feeling building through him.

"Please move, I need to feel you fuck me, please." You plead while you caress his face under your hands, biting your lips as you clench around his more get him going.

Optimus does as you want, or what he wants, whichever it is. He rolls his hips back before driving forward again, pushing more deep beautiful moans from your plump lips.

His pace doesn't flatter as you wrap you legs tightly around his rocking hips, tugging him against you more as you hands grip into whatever armour plating you can get your hands on.

You feel every ridge of his throbbing spike brush along your inner walls, the tip pressing up against your belly, bobbing with each thrust Optimus gives you.

All you can do is pant and hold on, embracing your desires and what you've dreamed of now finally coming true. If only you knew he could change his size, perhaps you might've said something sooner about your strong feelings towards him and avoided the fight you two had.

It doesn't matter. The past is the past, and this is now, moving forward.

Optimus lets out long groans as he fills you over again before adjusting himself a little, and gaining a better angle before his movements become more firm and short.

The sound of his soft metal slapping against your damp skin filling both your ears and his audios added to the growing pleasure between you both.

One servo grips into your hip as he sets a more firmer pace, grunting out as you clench more around him, making it very difficult for him to hold himself from finishing so soon.

But you want it, to feel his fluids fill you deeply right now. You'll have other opportunities to explore and experience another time. This won't be the only time that you know.

"Please, Optimus, I want you to fill me so badly! Don't hold back, please. Just let me feel it all, please! I'm yours! Only yours!" You can't help but chant over again through your arousal as you feel yourself already nearing your orgasim.

Through your chanting Optimus lifts your hips up and ruts against your core, speed strong as his vents kick in and throat moans grow more furiously.

You let out a half broken sobbed cry of bliss as you suddenly feel your orgasim crush through you, and Optimus at the same time let out a strong burst of energy as he fills you deeply with his fluids, belly full of his spike and the warm liquid he spills within.

Holding on you relish every second, body shaking through the after shocks of your orgasim before eventually he slowly pulls out from you, feeling so empty now as some of his fluids follow behind.

In your orgasim daze you didn't realise that Optimus had turned back to his normal size self and held you close in his warm servo.

As you lay in his servo you curl your body around his digit before he brings you closer to his face where he gives you a soft nuzzle making you smile and hum in return.

Even after being in control and possessive over you, he also has some loving aftercare for you in store. He cares about you deeply, you know this, and you care about him.

"You'll always be mine. Understood?" Optimus says tenderly and you can only nod softly, having no complaints about that.

"Always. Does this mean we're dating?"

"How about I take you on a date?" The offer makes your belly fill with warmth.

"I would love that."

"Then we're dating." He confirms proudly.

You are rightfully his.

#transformers #optimus prime #prime #reader insert #optimus prime x reader #robot x human #possessive optimus prime #dom optimus prime #possessive #smut #For all the optimus prime sluts!#fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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can u please do like filthy slut of nat fucking y/n but its hard and its rough and its toe curling and eyerolling kinda good but its so full of i love yous in between of spanking and face slapping and hair pulling but forehead kisses in between too 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 basically agressive but her telling y/n how much she loves them and their pussy

Love to Hate You

Warnings: Natasha has a dick, oral (Natasha and R receiving), fingering (R receiving), a bit of fluff, jealous!Nat, daddy kink, breeding kink, degradation, a few clichés but what's a fic without one?

Words: 3,105

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

A/N: i loved this ask! i added a little bit of plot, i told @lovsalvatore about what i was gonna write ;)

You never understood why she didn't like you, the two of you had worked together before. But she kept her usual cold demeanor towards you. You always tried being nice to her, putting on a smile whenever she threw an insult at you or ignored your presence during a duo mission. You never had control over who you get assigned with on missions, if you did you probably wouldn't have picked her, as much as you respect her work and all, you had to admit it, her behavior towards you hurt.

You were sitting around in the Avenger compounds lounge room, bored out of your mind. “God, I wish I had a mission with Sam or something,” you muttered to yourself, Sam was pretty much your best friend, maybe almost like an older brother at times. “Yo, Y/N. Yeah, we need you and Romanoff in the meeting room.” you heard Tony say over the speakers. You groan, getting up from the couch and making your way to the meeting room.

“Good morning Agent Romanoff.” you say to her as you walk into the meeting room, she just acted as if you weren't there. “I'm so done with her. Oh my God.” you thought, regretting even speaking to her in the first place. “Ladies, you gorgeous girls are going on a mission. Today. Like right now. Pack your bags.” he said, handing out mission report papers for after the mission.

“Tony are you being serious right n–” he holds up a hand, interrupting you. “Yes, yes I believe you're due for a mission right now. So, get a move on.” Tony said, gesturing for you two to leave the meeting room.

The mission started early, Tony wasn't kidding. A 4 -day long mission with just you and the woman who hates you apparently. Things can't get any better. That was a lie, things got worse. “Natasha are you sure there aren't two beds?” she sighed, “Yeah I'm sure.” you chewed on your lower lip nervously. “Can't we get another room?” she shook her head, “Hotel's booked.” “Oh.”

You open up your suitcase, picking out some clothes. “Um, if you don't mind I'm gonna go clean up.” she hums in response, her attention focused on the evidence you got from the mission. You left the bedroom and got inside the bathroom. Natasha sighed, looking over at the locked bathroom door. “Fuck– what are you even thinking Natasha?..” she whispered to herself, shaking off any thoughts.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, and your clothes were thin but comfortable. The ex-assassin took a short glance at you, observing how your pajamas showed off your figure without seeming uncomfortable at all. “What did ya find from the evidence Nat?” you toss your hair to the other side of your shoulder and sat next to her on the bed. “Something about green aliens. I guess–” you grab the note, “Skrulls? Isn't that those things that care bear and Fury helped all those years ago?” she looks over at you, “Care bear? Who's that?” she asked, “Carol.. captain marvel– she was the one who—”

“Yeah, I know her, never mind. But what about the Skrulls?” you move a bit closer to her, putting the two pictures together on the bed in front of you and her. “See look, that's Fury over there..” you point to a second figure, similar looking to the Director. “And there.” she furrows her brows, looking at the pictures. “But that can't be–” your gaze flickers to her face and back down to the pictures, and a slight smile appears on your face. “Unless.. the Skrulls can shapeshift Natty.” you don't notice your slip up in words, but she does. “..Natty?” your cheeks go bright red, “I didn't– I didn't mean to say that, sorry.” she looks over at you, hiding a smile. “It's fine, don't worry.”

You stifle a yawn and hazily blink your eyes. “It's pretty late, we should get some sleep Y/N.” you pick up the pictures and files and place them in the nightstand drawer. “Which side of the bed do you want?” she asked. “It doesn't matter! Pick the side you want.” she shrugs, sitting on the right side. You lie down next to her, keeping your distance.

The next morning you find yourself wrapped up by strong arms, unable to move. “Natasha?” you mumble out breathlessly, attempting to pull her arms off of you. “Natasha..” you sigh, squirming around on the small bed. “What?” she quickly takes her arms away from you. “Oh– I didn't notice.” she said, as you sit up against the pillows. “It's okay..”

“So.. what are we supposed to do today?” you ask, propping your head up with your palm under your chin. “We're–” she stopped mid-sentence, her gaze focusing on something, “Natasha?” she takes her eyes away from what seemed to be your chest. “..going undercover, to some HYDRA gala thing.” you nod, “hm.. undercover as what?”

She pauses for a second. “As a couple or something.”

“Oh- well won't we have to practice acting all coupley?” you ask, looking down at your hands. “Well, yeah..” she clears her throat, moving closer to you. “Natasha..?” she grasps your wrist, “Shh.. just stay still.” you do quite literally so, staying silent as well. She brings a hand to your waist, slightly pressing both of your bodies together. “Natasha–” you get cut off by a call notification on your phone. “Hey Carol!” you say, picking up the phone call.

“Hi Y/N, how's the mission going?” you get up from the bed. “Uh.. it's going fine for now, how's space going Captain?” she chuckles, “Great, would've been better with you here sweetheart.” you giggle at her comment, and Natasha scowled at the entire conversation. “Hey, do you.. know if– if any Skrulls still live on Earth?” you ask, “Hm.. I don't keep in contact with many Skrulls babe.” you sighed. “That's fine! Me and Nat will figure it out, eventually.” you hung up the phone and made your way back to bed.

Natasha glanced at you for a quick moment. “Are you not capable of putting on clothes properly?” she brought two hands up to your shirt, buttoning the top up. Your face heats up, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “..w-when does the gala start again?” she sighed, “In a few hours, I'd suggest you get ready.” what made you feel this way? Fuck– you have a crush on the woman who probably hates you, good job Y/N. “Alright, if I get ready so should you then.” you say, turning off your phone and putting it aside.

Natasha gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom to change out of her clothes. “God, why is she so– insufferable.” “I wish I could kiss her to shut her up.” she thought. “Fucking hell. Why am I attracted to her?” she muttered to herself.

Her suit didn't take too long to put on but, as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom she caught you attempting to zip up your gown, she stood there. Admiring your exposed back, your face all blushy pink as you struggle to put on your dress. “I should probably help her.” she walked over to you, placing her hand on your waist and the other on the zipper of your dress. “It took you that long to put on a dress?” you huff, puffing your cheeks up. “It's not my fault the zipper was too far.. I couldn't reach it.” she slightly smirks, “Are you done getting ready?”

“Almost, just one sec.” you bend over the desk to get a view of yourself in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair. “It's been 10 minutes Y/N–” she looks at you, bent over the desk, your tits practically falling out of your dress. “Stop being so dramatic, it's only been like 2 minutes.” she rolls her eyes, “Well? Are you done? We're gonna be late.” you nod, grabbing your purse and heading out of the hotel with Natasha.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the gala was beautiful for fucking HYDRA. The lights were perfectly dimmed down, the scenery outside of the building was gorgeous too. “What's your name?” the freakishly tall and mean-looking guy standing outside the entrance asks you two. “Natalya Reeds, and my wife Y/F/N Reeds.” she answers for the both of you. He raises a brow, looking down at the list once more. “Okay.. enjoy the night ladies.” he opens the door to the inside of the building, and you flash a smile and a ‘thank you’ to the man before stepping inside.

“Listen,” she squeezes your arm, “I need to get talking with that group of people, just sit still and look pretty. Got it?” you nod and walk over to the bar.

“Mrs. Reeds?” someone calls out to you, “Yeah?” the call came from behind the empty bar. “Over here.” you crouch down on the floor behind the bar, facing the mystery person– alien? “You're a- a Skrull?” that last part came out as a whisper. “What are you doing here? You could jeopardize the whole mission!” you whisper-yelled at them. “There is no mission, Fury sent me to tell you that HYDRA didn't even come here. They sent out false information.” you sigh, “Great.”

You got off the ground and went over to Natasha where she was talking to random people. You walked up to her, and rest your chin against her shoulder. “Darling.. it's getting late Natty.” you look up at her, batting your lashes. She pulls you over to an empty hallway. “What do you think you're doing?” you scoff, “HYDRA isn't here, this was false info. We have to go back to the hotel.” she sighs, “Okay.”

Once you were back at the hotel, you were so quick to change out of that uncomfortable gown. “Ugh, when will HYDRA just go away..” you flopped onto the bed. Natasha chuckles, “Never, clearly.” she laid down next to you, face-to-face. You both stare at each other for a moment. “Natasha.” she hums in response. “Why don't you like me?” she frowns, “Who said that I don't?”

“Well– I mean you never talked to me often before this mission.” she sighed, “I'm sorry for making you think that.” your pout faltered into a sweet smile. “I can make it up to you..” you didn't know what she meant but somehow her words made your heart beat faster. The room grew silent as she inches closer to you. “Would you like that detka?” before you could answer her lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you.

You receive open-mouth kisses as she pushes your back flat against the mattress, not hesitant to slip her tongue into your mouth. “mmn.. Natasha–” she slides her hand underneath the thin, light fabric that covered your chest, groping your breast, emitting a soft gasp from your mouth. “Wanted to ruin you the day I saw you wear this. Fuck.” she squeezes your thigh, your bodily reaction making you spread your legs even without her asking. “Good girl..” she lowered herself down to your hips, and you felt her fingers hook onto the hem of your panties and discard them, leaving your cunt exposed.

“Nat..” you mumble out, feeling her blow onto your dripping pussy causes you to buck your hips against her face. You slightly hiss when you sense a sharp pain on the inner part of your thigh. “Do that again kotenok and see what happens. Stay still.” you whimper as she sucks onto your clit while rubbing your folds with the pad of her thumb. “Natasha please.” she smirks, shoving a finger into your cunt, completely drenching it with your slick. You moan softly, “mmh.. fuck–” she pumps her finger in and out of your hole, and inserts a second finger as well.

“Natasha– oh God, I'm gonna..” she lightly kissed your thigh. “Make a mess all over my fingers baby.” your walls clench around her fingers as you came all over them, and your juices drip down from her fingertips to her wrist. She pulls her fingers out from your cunt, and presses them to your lips. “Open.” you comply, parting your lips only for her to shove her drenched fingers into your mouth. You clean off her fingers, ridding them of your essence.

“Natasha?” you ask out of curiosity, noticing her unbuckling the belt on her pants. “Are you gonna be good for daddy and suck her off?” you desperately nod, wanting to please her as best as you can. “Then get on your knees slut.” you get off the bed and on your knees in front of her. And quickly help her rid herself of her pants and boxers.

You let out a soft gasp as her hardened cock springs out, with pre-cum leaking out of it already. “Be a good little bitch and suck.” she says, her raspy and husky voice sending unimaginable thoughts into your head. You lower your head and wrap your plump lips around her tip. You feel a strong grip on your hair. “Fuck.. that's it. Keep going.” you push more of her girthy length in your mouth, sucking on it gently.

“shit. You're so fucking adorable baby.” you ignore the sudden rush of arousal between your legs, wanting nothing more than to please her. You shove her dick deeper into your mouth, moaning around it. “God, yes kotenok. Take it.” she throws her head back in pleasurement. You take more of her into your mouth, moaning softly as you go faster, running your tongue along the veins of her erect cock.

“Gonna cum in that slutty little mouth of yours baby girl.” her grip on your hair tightens as she shoved her length into the back of your throat, making you gag on her. Despite the tears running down your cheeks, oh how you loved every bit of this. “oh fuck– you better swallow it all.” with those words, thick ropes of cum pour into your mouth. You swallow it all down and she yanks your head off of her dick.

“Get back on the bed, I'm not finished with you quite yet.” you get up on wobbly legs and lie back down on the bed. She aligns the tip of her cock to your entrance, and she smirked at your neediness. She sent a harsh smack to your ass, “How badly do you want me?” she said, loving how you became a whimpering mess for her. “Need you so bad daddy. Please.”

She grabs onto your thighs, swinging them over her waist to hold you in place. “oh Natasha–” you moan as she inserts a few inches deep in you. “You're so tight detka..” you whimper, looping your arms around her shoulders for leverage. She begins moving slowly within you. As you began moaning louder she leans forward and whispers in your ear. “How does it feel baby?”

“Good.. you feel so good inside me!” she briefly chuckles as she moves faster. You moan as she buries her cock deep inside of you. Her breathing grows heavy as she grips your waist firmly and moves harder into you. She grunts as she speeds up a bit more. The sound of skin slapping together fills up the room as she pounds away at you.

“oh my God–” you moaned, digging your nails deep into her back, hard enough to draw blood. She lets out another loud groan when she slams her hips into yours with force. Her hands grip your sides tightly as she continues thrusting her length deeper into you. “Daddy ’m so close..” she smirks as she hears that, “Me too kotenok.” your hold on her shoulders tighten as you came all over her cock. “mmh..” she grins broadly as soon as she feels you cumming on her dick. She immediately starts slamming her hips against yours even harder. It was clear she wasn't going to stop till she finished inside of you.

“ngh– fuck.. daddy!” she doesn't slow down for a moment. Instead, she just kept going, hammering away at you relentlessly. “’m too sensitive Natty..” upon hearing that she looks down at you, “Is that right?” you nod. “mhm..” with a smirk she pulls out, after doing so she flips you onto your stomach, and your face flush onto the mattress. Without warning, she rams her entire length into you from behind. “mmph– natashmmf mmh!” your words came out muffled, one of her hands tightly placed onto your waist. She had a fistful of your hair in her other hand, pushing you flat against the bed.

You moan loudly as she fucks you from behind. She then begins rocking her hips back and forth in a steady motion. She lets go of her grip on your hair, allowing you to speak properly. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she pauses briefly, “Yeah.. I am.” you exhaled shakily. “Then cum inside me daddy.” she nods, continuing to thrust in and out of your dripping cunt. Fuck, the sheets must be drenched by now. “You want me to cum inside of you detka?” you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was getting closer and closer to her climax. “Please! wan‘ have your babies daddy!” slutty moans escape your mouth as she continues her rough movements. Your words seem to push her over the edge. Her rough grip on your waist tightens, and with a loud groan, she slams herself deep inside you, reaching places you've never thought could be reached. She lets out a soft moan as she cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

“mm.. Natasha?” you mumble, breathlessly. She plants a gentle kiss on your neck. “Yeah?” you weakly turn your body to face her, “W-What does this mean for us?” she smiled, pressing her lips to yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss. “I love you Y/N. This mission made me realize how much time I wasted by not telling you.” a bright blush crept up your face. “You do..?” she nodded, “I.. I love you too Nat.”

She pulled out of you and laid beside your worn-out body, “I bet that dumb space blondie couldn't have done that.” you laugh at her words, “I knew it. You've always acted weird when I mentioned her.” she sighed, wrapping an arm around your body. “Wanna get married?” you widen your eyes, “Natasha!” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Just kidding moya lyubov.. but I do intend on marrying you one day.”

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singsangseung · 5 months

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Like a dog in heat- Kim Seungmin

Welcome back! I have been having some thoughts on mr.Kim Seungmin and this is where it got me…:D

Summary: you have been feeling needy for your boyfriend, and he thinks it’s funny, seeing you that way. All you want to do is play but all he wants to do is tease

Warnings:SMUT, degradation kink, mention of periods/menstruating, fem!reader, reader is referred to as-puppy,slut,whore, unprotected piv sex(not on my Christian Minecraft server),rough sex, seungmin being an asshole(teasingly), creampie,oral sex(f!receiving), cursing,spitting, he hits readers thigh and ass,um idk what else :3

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You had just gotten off of your period, 3 days ago and that meant you have been super horny for the past week and 3 days. The three days because you wanted your energy fully recharged so you could have a good fuck-session—and seungmin could last for hours. It was astounding how he could go on so long. Cumming into you and still being hard as a rock, after.You missed having Seungmin’s cock in you, and his mouth on you. Sure, you had given him blowjobs and you made out while you were on your period, but it never holds a candle to him eating you out or fingering you or your favorite….him fucking you.

You needed it , you craved it.

That leads you to now, you and Seungmin have been making out for the past ten minutes, with you on your back. You were down to your underwear—a lacy black set he gifted you— and him down to his boxers. Slightly pulling away from his lips you whispered,”Please Seungie. Need you,” you whined, trying to push your hips up to his. “Need what puppy? I’m right here,” he chuckled, placing kisses down your neck and chest.”Gotta tell me exactly what you want,” he mumbled, kissing down your stomach.”Want my fingers? Mouth? ……” he paused, pulling your panties down your legs.

Yes…all of the above. You needed all of it.

You couldn’t speak, the sheer need for him and his teasing knocking the words from you. “I-I..” you managed to choke out and he laughed. Smack. You felt a hot sting on the inside of your thigh,”I asked you a fucking question,puppy.” He barked, holding your legs apart; your cunt clenching around nothing and absolutely drenched, your arousal leaking from your whole. Whining, you tried to push your pussy to his mouth, before he held your hips down. “Answer my fucking question, puppy.” He seethed, sucking a hickey into your thigh. “Fuuuc! Mouth, please!Please, Minnie!” You groaned, fisting a hand of his hair. Then, he got to work. Chuckling, he licked a bold stripe from your entrance to your clit, collecting your arousal and spitting it back onto you. “Fuck, what a sweet little pussy,” he moaned, his eyes closing as he ate you out with vigor. Bumping his nose into your clit, he prodded his tongue into your entrance and shook his head back and forth . Fuck, he was good with his mouth. Clenching your eyes shut, you arched your back, pulling his hair. “Hnnnngh! Fuuuuck -fuck fuck! So fucking good Minnie.” You moaned, your thighs threatening to close around his head. Looking up at you with hooded eyes, he spat more of your fluid onto your clit and smirked. “Yeah?You like when I eat your filthy pussy, puppy?” He murmured out, licking around your pussy, and sucking your clit. Whimpering, you nodded, eyes rolling back into your head. “Oh my fuck! Yeeaahhhh, feels so fucking good..Hnnnnngh.” You cried, tugging the roots of his hair. Pulling away from your cunt, Seungmin leaned up to kiss you,”Yeah, your pussy is so sweet,too,puppy. Here…..try some.” He whispered the last part, kissing you , the taste of your arousal falling on your tongue. “So sweet yeah?” He whispered against your lips.

Nodding, you tugged his hair gain to hold him close to you, not noticing as he slipped two of his fingers into you. “Oh! Fuck, seungminnnnn!” You whined, eyes rolling back and your head falling onto the pillows. “Yeah? You like when I fuck your little pussy with my big fingers?” He crooned, fucking his fingers into you faster and using his thumb to rub your clit. “Hnnnnngh! Mmmmm fuck! Yes!” You cried, hips grinding onto his hand. Shoving your hips down, Seungmin snapped at you, “look at you so fucking desperate, Like a fucking dog in heat. You wanna cum that bad?” With your eyes still closed, you whined and nodded, unable to speak. But, that wasn’t enough for him, no no. Forcefully taking your jaw in his hand, he fucked into you even faster. “I said do. You.want. To.cum. Or are you too fucking stupid to understand that,puppy?” He seethed through his teeth. Shaking your head, you whimpered, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around his fingers.”Hnnngh! Yes! Yes- please ! Wanna. Cum! ‘M so close!” You begged, feeling the knot in your stomach reaching its limit.

“Cum.like the desperate little whore you are….Cum.”

With a final thrust from his fingers and circle of your clit, you came …..HARD. Crying, you threw your head back, the knot in your stomach unraveling at lightening speed. Your orgasm gripping you like a vice, your fluids gushed out a you. “Yeeeeeeessssss! Fuck fuck fuuuucckkkkk! So good , thank you minnie!” You cried, your legs clamping shut . Glowering down at you, Seungmin smiled. “Yeah, such a good puppy…..giving me such a good orgasm. Fucking soaked me,whore.” He chastised, holding up his dripping hand. Oh. “Too bad, I’m not done with you.” He smirked, pulling off his boxers, rock hard dick slapping his toned stomach. Fuck.

In the blink of an eye, he had maneuvered you to be face down and ass up. Holding the base of his dick in his hand, he slid the tip through your folds. “Fuck, can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy.” He hissed, tapping the tip against your clit. “You want that,puppy? Want me to fuck this whore pussy?” He barked, smacking your ass. Nodding, you whined and turned your head to see him over your shoulder. “Fuck, yes please.” “Say it, puppy. Say you want me to your fuck your whore pussy.” He groaned, pushing his tip in,only to pull it back out. “Yes! I want you to fuck my who-“ you whimpered, crying out as he slammed his whole length into you. “Yeeeah, so fucking tight,pup.” Seungmin groaned, setting a brutal pace. “How are you so tight?” He whispered, more to himself. You were so overcome with pleasure , that you couldn’t even speak. Seeing your already fucked out state, seungmin chuckled. “Aw, is my little puppy too dumb to speak? My big cock too much for you, puppy?” He sneered, reaching a hand into your hair. Shaking his head, he thrusted even harder into you and pulled your hair. “Too fucking bad. Take my fucking cock,slut.” He growled, letting go of your hair and you fell back against the pillows. “Too fucking dumb to speak. How pathetic.” Smack. A smack to your ass. Another smack.

Wreathing, you looked up at him, your walls clenching and eyes glossy. “Fuck. Min, I’m close. ‘ You cried, hands gripping the pillow so hard that your knuckles went white. “Yeah? You’re close,pup?” He crooned, punctuating every word with a harsh thrust of his hips. His tip was getting your g-spot with every thrust. You weakly nodded, feeling the knot in your stomach almost breaking and whimpered. “Y-yes. I’m gonna cum,min min.” You whined, walls clamping on the shaft of his cock like a vice. Snap, your orgasm hit you. “Oh my fucking god! Oh fuck fuck fuck! “ You cried, legs shaking as your cum gushed out of you, again and again. Looking down at where his dick was pushed into you, Seungmin groaned. “Fuck, yeah, puppy. Soak my fucking cock like that. Gripping me so fucking tight. Can’t even move in that pussy,whore.” He groaned, as you cried and wailed, the pleasure causing you to see white.

But, he had yet to cum. So, before you could even register—in your post orgasm state— Seungmin flipped you onto your stomach with your legs on his shoulders and lined his cockhead up with your entrance. “One more, slut, I know you can take it. Then, I’ll give you my cum and fill you to the brim.” He smiled, before pushing his cock back into you. “Fuuuck, puppy. So fucking wet.” He groaned, starting to set a steady pace and lolling his head to rest on his shoulder. You could only moan, pulling him down to kiss you. Lips interlocked, you mumbled against his lips. “Soo big Minnie. You’re so deep,fuck.” You whined, into his mouth. His jaw went slack, and he continued thrusting,”I’m close, fuck. Cum one more time for me,” he panted out, reaching one hand to rub quick circles onto your clit. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more. I’m nearly there.” His fingers sped up and you sucked in a breath. “Fuck, min. Gonna cu-“ you started, before your orgasm hit you and you gushed over him again. “Yeah yeah yeah! Fuck meeeeee! I’m cumming,baby. “He whined, his hips faltering before stalling. Groaning into your neck, he came. Rope after rope of his white cum filling you to the brim “Yeah , take my fucking cum.” He smiled, eyes glassy and completely spent.

After catching his breath, he slowly pulled out, seeing the way his cum seeped out of your hole. “Full, that’s so hot, baby.” He mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before collapsing next to you. “Hi, my love,” He cooed, seeing you still panting. “Hi, handsome,”You smiled, your chest still heaving. ‘You feel okay?” He whispered, running a hand over your hair, as you nodded , a yawn escaping your lips . “Mmmmmm. I feel good baby, just tired.” You giggled, your eyes threatening to shut, ‘just wanna nap.” Giggling, Seungmin kissed your hairline and smiled, a yawn escaping him . “Mmm, let’s nap.”

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heavenlyfay3 · 2 months

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Punishment Or Pleasure

By Sawyer-You’ve been a bad girl and you go to your stepdad for “discipline”

a/n: this is like alternate universe Miguel so he’s not apart of the spider verse and he never had a daughter

cw: smut, p in v, stepcest, oral m receiving somno

stepdad Miguel x reader

You knew it was wrong to think about your stepdad like this you knew if anyone knew the filthy things you thought about him they would think you were disgusting or some type of sex fiend.

You couldn’t help it tho he was tall, handsome, he had big hands and he treated your mom so well you heard them almost every night and you couldn’t help but be a little jealous

she was getting everything you wanted and he was giving his everything to her you could hear how good he was fucking her and all the filthy things he was doing to her you wanted to be in her shoes at least once it wasn’t fair Why did she deserve it and you didn’t

You and your mom had been getting into fights she was always sticking her nose in your dating life and you got sick of it and told her to leave you alone it’s none of her business and you guys haven’t talked in a couple of days she left for a work trip that morning trying to talk to you without apologizing like she always did

it’s not like he’s been your stepdad for long it’s only been a year since he and your mom got married and you don’t need a dad now you’re 19

you decided you were gonna get what you want after all you look like her why wouldn’t he find you attractive too

You walked out of your bedroom to his study where you knew he would be you were wearing a thin white and short tank top and boy shorts

You knocked on the open door of his office to get his attention from his computer

“Miguel?” he lifted his head to look at you after you called his name softly “yes sweetie?” he replied he always called by nicknames like that

“You’re not too busy, are you?” you asked walking toward his desk that he sat behind “No precious why what's wrong?”

“Well, I know you've noticed that mom and i haven't spoken in a few days before she left this morning,” you said as you moved closer to him leaning on his desk “Uh yes I have I'm sure you girls will get through it you can't be too mad with each other”

“I talked to her today actually she said she wanted me to talk to you Miguel!” what’s wrong with telling a little fib to get what you want

“Oh um well sweetheart I don't know what to tell you in this situation” he honestly didn’t know what to say one reason he married your mother was because she had an older daughter Miguel didn’t want kids

“Yeah I figured you'd say that maybe a punishment would be better,” you said trying to hint but not being too obvious. To put it simply you wanted him to spank you

Miguel didn't quite know what you meant and didn't want to get to big headed or jump to conclusions

“wh-what do you mean punishment?” Miguel said after clearing his throat

“like spanking maybe?” you said unsure if he really understood what you meant or if you should even keep going with this evilly horny plan

But why stop now you were already soaking wet at the thought of his hands anywhere near your ass you’d come too far you were gonna get what you wanted

“Uh are you sure that's a good punishment for you honey I mean you are an adult,” he said as he squirmed in his seat he was nervous and turned on he didn't know what to think maybe he was being a pervert maybe you just wanted a spanking maybe you were trying to turn him on maybe this was something you had planned “no,” he thought you wouldn’t do that you don’t see him in that way he’s your stepdad after all

“I mean it will teach me my lesson and you don't want me to keep making the same mistakes with the same guys right, Daddy?” It took everything in you to hold back that word you'd never actually called him that but in this setting, you felt like it was appropriate

Miguel had an obvious look of surprise on his face he looked like he'd seen a ghost you could tell he was getting more hot and bothered you couldn’t see it very well but his huge cock was getting so hard

“I uh I don’t think so sweetie maybe y-you should talk to your mom again and um resolve this with her” It’s not that he didn’t want to take you across his lap and smack your ass over and over again till you were a wet mess on his lap but he had to have self-control he had to maintain the little that he had left in his body

“mhm well okay thanks for talking to me anyway,” you said leaving his study but you weren’t defeated this was only the beginning of your plan you made sure to bounce a little as you walked so he could see what he was missing out on for now

Miguel felt conflicting emotions as you walked out of his study he watched you, watched how your ass jiggled he felt disgusted with his self also regret that he didn’t take the chance I mean he loved your mom obviously but there was something about you that he couldn’t resist

He had tried for so long to ignore the looks you gave him to ignore the skimpy pajamas you wore around the house those guys that treated you like shit and could never make you cum

he was different if he ever got the chance he’d make you see stars and make your legs shake if he got you under him with your pussy dripping wet just for him he’d make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day

without Miguel realizing his hand was in his pants stroking his achingly hard cock sliding his hand up and down squeezing around his thick shaft imagining his hand was you, your pussy wet all because of him

He squeezed his eyes shut imagining you were there bouncing on his cock barely able to take his full size you are shorter than him and smaller in body size he could pick you up easily and take you against the wall pounding into you again and again

with all this fantasizing Miguel was a moaning mess as he came into his hand thrusting up into nothing

he felt horrible afterward relieved but horrible he’d just masturbated to the thought of fucking his stepdaughter he got off on it. he tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands “At least nothing happened no one gets hurt if I keep it to myself” he thought

Miguel decided to just get into bed he texted your mom to have fun on her trip and told her that he loved her before dozing off in their shared bed

The next morning you made sure to set an alarm 30 minutes before he usually wakes up this was all according to plan. you snuck into his bedroom trying to make as little noise as possible

you saw his calm sleeping body all alone and completely naked to your surprise either way this was perfect for your plan

you took off your pajamas and climbed into bed lying next to him you slowly lifted the blanket that rested on his torso to see his cock you wanted to see if it lived up to your expectations and it was even better

not only was it bigger than you thought it was so much prettier other ones you’ve seen were ugly his was cleanly shaven, not only big in length but also in width and his tip was covered by his foreskin usually foreskin is a no for you but his wasn’t

you didn’t know if he was having a wet dream or if he felt your presence but it was getting harder by the second you slowly moved your hand to touch it

You could barely fit your hand around it as you slowly moved your hand up and down focusing on the tip and rubbing the palm of your hand against it as you kept stroking it

you could tell he was enjoying it in his sleep he started breathing heavily his chess moving up and down as he stirred still deep in his sleep

you wanted so badly to dip your head under the cover and take him in your mouth but you needed him awake for that you needed to see his reaction as you slobbered around him

as you were focusing on his cock trying to squeeze your small hand around it he stirred awake “Mhm wh-what Y/n what are you doing” he said confused about why you were in his bed naked and touching him

“good morning Daddy did you sleep well?” you said with an innocent look on your face and continued your movements

“sweetie you shouldn’t be doing this!” he said as he grabbed your wrist he tried to move your hand but it didn’t seem like he wanted to he seemed like he was enjoying himself to much to stop you

“oh god no th-this isn’t right” you could tell he was close but you didn’t want him to finish on your hand so you got under the cover and positioned yourself between his legs with your grip still on thick shaft

“it’s okay Daddy we’re not gonna get caught” you slowly started giving the tip kittens licks and kisses

“no no, what if your mom finds out we can’t do this!” he was really trying to hold himself back he was slowly loosing it you were driving him crazy

“no i promise she won’t im not gonna tell her are you?” as you reassured him you rested your head on his thigh looking up at him your hand wrapped around him

“w-we couldn’t possibly lie to her baby mhm” he said as you licked his shaft again up to his tip circling your tongue around it

“who says we’re lying it’s not lying if she doesn’t know” you slowly took as much of him in your mouth as you could “okay but still- oh fuck” soft moans escaped his mouth he covered his eyes is distress he couldn’t believe the exact thing he’d been trying to avoid was happening

you started bobbing your head up and down slowly you wanted to tease him a little you made sure to not use your teeth and use as much tongue as possible as you sucked

you wanted him to enjoy his self as much as possible before you got what you wanted after all this was for him too you weren’t selfish

you slobbered around it as best you could you were giving him your best but he was so big it was hard to get all of him into your mouth like the good daddy Miguel is he helped you out

He pushed your head down his shaft making you choke on him and take all of him. you gagged around it was too big and he knew that he just didn’t care he needed you bad and you needed him “god that’s so good you’re doing great with your pretty lips around my cock”

His praise made you so wet you wanted to do good for him you wanted to make him feel good

he let go of your head and started patting it and stroking your hair, You grabbed his base and started stroking it again as you took his balls in your mouth

he sat up leaning on his hands and looked down at you “I’m gonna cum princess do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he said breathing heavily with his hair messy and his hips thrusting slowly into your hand

“mhmm I want you to cum in my mouth” You wrapped your lips around his tip and like on command he released his hot load into your mouth his cum hit the back of your throat and you loved it, it was all you wanted what you’d been waiting for

As he did he grunted and trusted into your mouth “Ffuuuucck” You picked your head up to look him in the eyes as you opened your mouth to show him the mess he made

With one hand he grabbed your face softly and guided you to close your mouth you did as he wanted swallowed. “Did i do good daddy?” you asked smiling at him

“you did you- you did great but we can’t go any further okay? no more” he said as he grabbed your shoulders slowly pushing you away realizing for the second time that you were completely naked

“what? no, we can’t stop now we’ve only just started” There was no way you were gonna stop now you’ve come too far and got too close

He tried his hardest to resist you but he couldn’t help it you were what he wanted what he craved

you moved your body closer to him wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck both your naked bodies finally making contact

“just one little kiss please?”

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