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apomaro-mellow · 9 months

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Hospitals still weren't Eddie most favorite place to be, even though they had technically saved his life once. He didn't give doctors the credit though. No, he reserved that praise for his husband who had literally carried him through hell, holding his guts together.

But alas, he was still only human. And thus prone to human ailments. Which was why he was currently in a hospital bed, preparing for a tonsillectomy.

"Steve, my love, my muse", Eddie took his hand and kissed it. "Should I not return from this-"

"Oh shut up. It's a routine operation." Steve could tell he was being dramatic to cover up the fact that he was actually scared. "You'll be fine. In fact, I'm going down to the cafeteria right now. You're not getting just any ice cream. I'm gonna bring you back a whole sundae."

Steve looked to the rest of the band, who had come for moral support. "Watch him please. And don't let him fall to hysterics." He left out, really hoping he wouldn't come back to an Eddie in tears.

"Sooo", Grant started. "If you don't make it, who gets your house?"

Eddie's brow furrowed. "Uh, my husband, duh?"

"Okay, who gets your husband?", Gareth asked.

Eddie saw the cavalry arrive in the form of Steve's true soulmate. "Robiiiiin", he whined. "You have to protect Steve from these vultures", he hissed the last word.

"We're just trying to hash out who has dibs on Eddie's hot husband", Jeff said.

Robin pointed to herself. "I made it clear to Eddie when he proposed that should the marriage end, either naturally or by divorce, custody of Steve would revert back to me."

"Not exactly the answer I was looking for Bucks, but as long as you keep Steve out of another man's clutches, I won't haunt you from the grave."

"Actually, I plan on setting him up with the first wealthy guy he meets", Robin said. "Thanks to your fame, I've become accustomed to a certain lifestyle. And also, Steve doesn't know how to be single."

The other CC boys nodded sagely.

"All the more reason one of us should get him. We can take care of him", Grant said.

"I can't believe this. This is a goddamn coup!", Eddie shouted.

Steve returned, none the wiser to their conversation. "You won't believe this. The cafeteria has chocolate syrup AND nuts? Isn't that wild? You're gonna have the best sundae of your life, babe."

He took his seat right next to Eddie's bedside and kissed his forehead.

"Angel, we're surrounded by snakes and thieves", Eddie said deliriously.

"What are you talking about?", Steve asked.

Having only Eddie in his line of sight, he couldn't see the others behind him. So he didn't see Jeff making kissy faces, Gareth making a circle with his hand and sticking a finger through it repeatedly, or Grant making a V with his fingers and flapping his tongue between them.

"Those traitorous lechers covet what is mine. And not even Robin seeks to protect your virtue!", Eddie said, desperately reaching out for Steve.

Steve kept his voice even and calm, trying to soothe his husband from whatever delusion he was having when the doctor came in. This guy looked like he played a doctor on tv. Chiseled jaw with perfectly manicured facial hair.

"Good evening", he greeted.

"Hi", Steve said, voice a little breathy.

"Oh he's perfect", Robin said, reading her friend perfectly.

"I'm Dr. Morip, I'll be performing your operation today."

"Morip?", Eddie tilted his head.

"Yes, as in 'more ripped than you'." Then he flexed and busted out of his scrubs and swept Steve off his feet, ignoring the cries of the invalid on the bed.

Eddie was tossing and turning even as Steve shook his shoulders to wake him up.

"You were having a nightmare", Steve spoke softly in the dim lamp light of the hospital room. "Was it 86 again?"

"Steve!", Eddie clung to him as best as he could. "You didn't leave me for Dr. Morip!"

"Dr. Morip? Eddie, her name is Dr. Hudson. And she's married and in her sixties."

Everything caught up with Eddie as his brain became more lucid. He'd already had the operation. That had all been a dream. The tension released instantly as he realized he wasn't about to die on the table and Steve would be scooped up by opportunistic friends.

"You're mine, you know that?"

"Really? Is that why I'm hand-feeding you ice cream?", Steve teased, holding up a spoonful to Eddie's lips.

"I love you", Eddie said, voice muffled from the food and a little watery too.

"I know, you dope. Love you too."

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lya-dustin · 3 months

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The Bedding

Cw: awkward sex, uncle/niece incest, superstitions regarding sex, lack of privacy slightly smutty

Westrosi bedding ceremony meets irl medieval ceremony

Aemond x Laenor’s Daughter!reader

@the-common-cowgirl

It had seemed like a perfectly good idea then.

With Rhaenyra’s eldest and only trueborn daughter as his betrothed and he now king after the disastrous battle of Rook’s Rest, it would remind everyone your remaining brothers were not true Velaryons and erase any doubt that whatever child he sires on you are legitimate.

The unlikely king had not accounted for the other traditions that went beyond undressing the bride and groom and having the High Septon bless the bridal bed.

He assumed the worst would be you flinching when he touches you while being forced into marrying him after he killed your brother and yet that pales to this.

“You must not ejaculate until you have reached a hundred thrusts, her grace must reach her climax within that time and your grace must make sure to remain standing during intercourse or else the babe will be female.” The maester who specializes in fertility orders him after having him inspect his manhood for any abnormalities.

It is a small comfort to know a midwife and his mother are merely giving you advice on the matter.

“I don’t think that is a proven thing, maester.” Cole looks almost as puzzled as Aemond at the strange orders he is being given.

“And how would you know, Lord Commander, did you receive a better education on the Dornish Marches?” the maester, a reach lord with a visceral disgust at anything Dornish throws back thinking the Lord Hand and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard would cower before him.

Most in court cannot accept the son of a Dornish Steward and a servant girl could take the place of Ser Otto Hightower, and yet Aemond refused to give him back his pin and office.

“Because unlike you, he has bedded women.” Aemond retorted in annoyance. “Let’s get this over with.”

He can hardly compliment you or even remove your shift to give you a proper wedding night with his mother, his grandsire, Criston and the Maesters hovering just over his shoulder.

His mother is brought some tea and sits behind a screen with the witnesses. Well, all except for the Maester who is kept from interfering by Criston.

Criston who had tried to impart his wisdom in the carnal arts by bringing in a whore yesterday evening and having her educate Aemond.

It wasn’t the same thing as this and no matter how much Aemond tries to make this pleasurable for you, you look uncomfortable, as if this was an unwanted chore.

“You may touch me, if you like.” You say and turn to look elsewhere and ignore his grandsire and his mother talking about the weather behind the screen.

He has done this before, touched you without spoiling your virtue and but then you showed some animation. The memory of how you used to sigh with pleasure as he lets a hand roam under your shift is a stark contrast to how you just lie there looking bored.

But the way your warm skin react to his touch, as awkward this all is, manages to betray you.

He’s lost count of his thrusting as you bite your lip when he begins to toy with your button like he’d done that last time before it all went to the seventh hell.

You try, and yet the tell tale signs of your enjoyment begin to peak out from your cool façade.

“Increase pressure in your thrusts after 70.” The Maester says and Aemond almost ignores it as he focused on making you come undone.

You shut your eyes and a low moan escapes you when he goes deeper into you and repeating the action until your fist bunched up the linen sheets you lay on.

His own pleasure builds up knowing he’s gotten you to forget your newfound loathing for him even for this moment.

He wants to lay in the bed with you, to take off your clothes and kick off his trousers and tell everyone else to fuck off and leave the room. Just the idea of fucking you in peace has him going mad.

“Gods, Aemond.” You almost cry as your body surrenders itself to the pleasure and he grows bold enough to ignore the audience behind him.

It doesn’t take long for him to climax even as the maester tries to stop him from coming before the final ten thrusts.

“My only consolation is that you too didn’t follow their advice.” You say as he rolls off you to lie beside you in bed.

“What was yours?” he asks reaching out to hold your hand, this time you don’t flinch.

“To lie back and think of Westeros.”

#aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader #aemond x reader #smut-ish #ewan mitchell

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devilat-thedoor · 4 months

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happy…..manic monday?😈

sinful jake thoughts, anyone?

he won’t put the guitar down. he won’t pay you any attention despite the way you’ve been lingering in his vicinity. you tried to coax his focus elsewhere; traipsing around in your tiny shorts and tank top. “Jakey….can you take a break for a bit?” you came up behind him, walking your fingers along his shoulders and down his chest, bending to place a soft kiss to his neck.

he pulled his hand from the strings, fitting the pick between his lips, and removed your hands from his body. when he took the pick out of his mouth, he looked over his shoulder at you, “sweetheart, i’m in deep here… go read a book or watch a movie for a little bit.”

you stomped your foot, ready to throw a tantrum, as you moved to stand in front of him. “you’ve been at this all day, Jake! i don’t wanna watch tv anymore, i wanna spend time with my fucking boyfriend!” you glared at him, hoping he’d get the hint.

“don’t be a fucking brat… i’ll give you all the attention you want when i’m finished.” he began strumming the strings again, effectively silencing you and ending the conversation. you breathed out a scoff and turned on your heel, stalking out of the room. Jake paid you no mind, his fingers steadily dancing along the frets as he picked out a haunting melody, only looking up to shake his head when he heard the bedroom door slam shut. “fucking pouty little crybaby…” he mumbled to himself with a chuckle. it didn’t take long for him to get lost in his music again, nothing on his mind other than the series of chords he was putting together…until his phone vibrated in his pocket with a text message. he placed the guitar on the floor, leaning it against his chair, to dig his cell out. “jesus christ…” his mouth hung open at the photo he’d received from you. you were laying across the bed, wearing nothing but one of his tshirts pulled up above your breasts to reveal your naked body to him. the simple text that accompanied the picture, keep playing your guitar, i’ll play by myself. he couldn’t deny the way his cock started to twitch in his jeans, but he remained composed as he typed out a response. before he had the chance to hit send, another message came through from you. a video this time. when he clicked play, he didn’t even give it five seconds before he locked his phone and stood up, bounding through the house. you could hear his footsteps nearing the bedroom, “alright, sweetheart… you got my atten- what the hell?” to his surprise the door was locked. he listened to the sounds of your soft moans through the barrier before knocking impatiently. “okay, very fucking funny. open the door, babe.”

you giggled, calling back to him, “i can’t open the door right now, baby…..i’m in deep here…” your fingers were swirling over your clit for a moment before you dipped them inside of yourself with a drawn out whine.

Jake was still knocking incessantly, “Y/N, you made your point… baby, open the door. please…” you gave in when he began jiggling the door handle and got up to flip the lock. the second he heard the click, he flung the door open and rushed at you. he scooped you up and dropped you to the bed as you squealed. “you think you’re real clever, don’t you?” he straightened up to remove his shirt before moving on to unbutton his jeans.

staring up at him, you chewed on your lip with a smirk, “i got your attention, Jake…..so yeah…. i’d say i’m pretty clever.” you slowly parted your legs, watching his gaze travel from your face to your heat.

once his jeans were off, he kneeled on the bed, settling between your legs. he started running his hands up your thighs, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. “i’d wipe that smirk off your face, sweetheart……because you’re right….” his thumbs landed on either side of pussy, spreading it open to reveal your wetness, before he began tracing light patterns over your clit, “…..you do have my attention….. but i think you’ll come to learn that patience is a virtue, love….” when his sentence concluded, his thumb moved faster.

you were writhing on the mattress, moaning out for jake to keep going while his other hand slipped down to push a finger into you. “fuck, baby…. that’s so good.” when he felt you begin to clench, he removed his finger and let his thumb slow on your clit, causing you to pick your head up, “Jake, what the fuck?” you whimpered at the loss of contact, “why’d you stop?”

“patience, sweetheart.” Jake resumed his torturous swirls, smiling to himself at how easily you melted into his touch. “do you enjoy being a brat?…..” he added two fingers this time, curling them against your gspot.

moans and whines poured from your lips but when you didn’t answer his question, he started to slow again. “Jake, please….” you pleaded for him to keep going.

he stilled his finger inside of you, “answer me… do you enjoy being a brat? throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way?” his eyes locked with yours and you shook your head as you rocked your hips against his hand. his thumb stopped completely then, “don’t lie to me, Y/N. if you wanna cum, you gotta be honest.”

you were shaking your head frantically now, “okay! alright…..fine.” your breathing was becoming heavier as you chased a release. “i won’t lie, just- baby, please don’t stop again…” desperation seeped from your voice and it made him smirk with satisfaction.

he was putting all of his focus on the sensitive bundle, but his fingers remained motionless in your cunt. “say it…..i wanna hear you admit it.”

“Jake-”

“Aht… say it, sweetheart.”

you tried to hold your ground but it was bordering the line of overstimulation and your head was starting to spin. “fuck- okay, i- jesus!” he was finger fucking you before you could get the words out, but he still expected the admission and that much was clear by the way he cocked an eyebrow at you. “j- i…..i like being a brat, okay?” the words came rushed as you fought for a breath through your impending orgasm and jake started to move his fingers with a little more intensity, “i th- shit… i throw tantrums…..i do it because- because i know….it gets under your skin…”

“good girl.” he smiled wide and proud as your eyes rolled back and immediately lowered his mouth to your pussy, rolling his tongue over your clit. it was mere moments before you had your fingers twisting through his hair and you were grinding into his face. “come on, sweetheart. you can let it go now.” with one final push of his fingers and few flicks of his tongue, you were completely coming undone, calling out his name with a shaky voice and trembling body.

your grip loosened on his hair and you let your nails scratch at his scalp as he hummed against you, bringing you back to earth from your climax. “fucking hell, Jake…” as your breathing finally evened out, you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face when he looked up from between your thighs. “i know you said something about patience……but i don’t think i learned anything, baby.”

he met you with a challenging glare, “no? you didn’t learn?” Jake began crawling up your body, kissing his way up your torso as he stroked himself. when his face was inches above yours, he placed a single kiss to your lips before his own smirk grew wider. “maybe you’re a hands on learner, sweetheart….”

to be continued…..maybe?

tagging my babes that i think will appreciate this the most🩵

@ignite-my-fire @stardustvanfleet @jakesguitarsolo

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #jake thoughts #jake kiszka blurb #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader

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strangersatellites · 11 months

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pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

gluttony (noun) - a sin opposed to the virtue of temperance because it is the immoderate indulgence in the delights of food or drink. Gluttony can involve more than merely eating too much. Drunkenness is also a type of gluttony because it is excessive indulgence in intoxicating drink.

Steve’s drunk.

Hammered really.

His vision is swimming and his head feels heavy as lead and like it weighs nothing all at the same time.

He’s walking, walking, walking. Going… somewhere.

Where?

He stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk and the only thing that keeps him from hitting the ground is the grip he has around Eddie’s arm.

Eddie!

“Hey, Eddddssss,” He giggles, and Eddie joins him, his snickers carrying out into the quiet night. “Eddie. Eddie, where're we goin’?” He thinks the words make sense but his tongue feels funny and he can’t really be sure if he made any sound.

Eddie’s laser-focused on his feet, working hard at putting one in front of the other. He comes to an abrupt stop and wobbles, unsteady.

“Home. Is home this way?” He’s looking around fast and Steve thinks he looks like a squirrel. Giggles at the thought.

He tugs at Eddie’s arm. “Yeah. Home is this way.”

It’s a Saturday night and they’ve spent it out at a club with Robin and Nancy. What had started off as casual drinks and dancing quickly devolved, and the next thing Steve knew, he was doing tequila shots and making out with his boyfriend on the dance floor.

Steve has trouble keeping his hands to himself on a good day. But especially when Eddie’s in leather and chains and his hands are on Steve’s hips and his rings are cold on his skin and his tongue tastes like liquor.

He’d drug Eddie out by the hand, told Robin they were leaving. Lost count of their drinks somewhere between his fifth rum and coke and his third shot.

Now, plastered against Eddie’s back while he digs around through his pockets for their apartment keys he’s become very aware of just how drunk he is.

He presses his forehead into Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut tight and whines,

“Ed. I feel spinny.”

The door swings open with a bang and Eddie laughs out an “Oh shit.”

“Eddieeeeeee.”

Steve’s wrapped up in strong arms and he tucks his face into Eddie’s neck. “I heard you sweetheart.” He lifts Steve’s head up with hands on both sides of his face and Steve gets a good look at him and his giggles are set off again.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but Steve’s laugh is contagious, his own bubbling up in response. “What are you laughing at, giggles?”

And that just makes it worse. Steve barely able to get out any words between.

He reaches up and pokes at Eddie’s cheek and his eyes go big and wide.

“There’s two of you.” He leans up and smacks two kisses on Eddie’s lips, tries to anyway. Gets the corner on his second attempt. “Two kisses for two Eddies.”

Both Eddies smile big and bright and he drags Steve back in for a kiss that goes dirty in a second. Teeth and tongues and the leftover taste of rum. His hands grab at Steve’s waist and squeeze, tight, tight, tight and the boy whimpers against his lips in response.

He pulls away from Eddie and looks so shocked. “Babe,” he hiccups and laughs again. “Babe, I’m so drunk.”

Eddie’s the one that can’t pull it together this time. His “Me too, baby,” barely audible over the sound of his joy. A thought occurs to him and he stands bolt upright and his laughter comes to an abrupt stop when he gasps. “Stevie. Do you wanna have drunk sex?”

Steve’s jaw drops and he’s nodding. Words slurred together when he shoves towards their room, “Yeah, f’r sure. You’re s’smart.”

When his back hits their bed he has to squeeze his eyes shut again, still spinning if he moves too quickly. Eddie is fumbling with his belt buckle and Steve’s reaching down to help when he thinks of it.

“Ed, babe. Eddie. Eddie, what if my dick won’t work.”

His boyfriend is dropping his head against his stomach and his shoulders shake with his laugh. His hand flattens to pet at Steve’s hips through his jeans that he really, really wants off.

Eddie hiccups before he crawls up to kiss at Steve’s jaw, wet and sloppy and sticky with alcohol. “Think you’re gonna get whiskey dick, baby?”

Steve grinds his hips up against Eddie’s above him and gets a grunt in response, feels his own body react to the pressure and the lips behind his ear. “No, but like. Maybe. That would be so sad.” He closes his eyes while Eddie sucks a mark into his neck. “So sad.”

He doesn’t know when Eddie’s hand slid back down to his belt but he’s got it undone and his jeans unbuttoned between one blink and the next. His hand sliding down under Steve’s boxers and wrapping around his dick with a squeeze.

Eddie lifts up from his neck and raises his eyebrows. “Feels fine to me. Feels really good.”

If he wasn’t fighting to keep himself from coming in his pants like a teenager he might’ve laughed. He kicks a knee up and shoves Eddie off. “Why are you still wearing clothes, what the fuck?” And the way Eddie’s face screws up it looks like he doesn’t know either.

Jeans and shirts and jackets and boxers find a home in a pile on the floor and someone will inevitably be looking for their phone later.

But Eddie’s got his hand wrapped around them both and he’s spitting, sticky and wet over their dicks and Steve can’t be bothered with a thought of anything else. His hands scratch deep welts down Eddie’s back and he hisses at the pain. But the way his cock leaks over Steve’s stomach says it's a good hiss. On one particularly rough upstroke Steve’s orgasm takes him by surprise with a deep groan and his head thrown back. The alcohol flowing through his veins paired with his boyfriend’s guitar pick dangling in his face enough to send him racing to release.

The room is quiet save for harsh breaths and the slick sound of Eddie’s hand on his own skin. But Steve has an idea. He shoves at Eddie’s shoulders until he takes the hint and flops down on his back. Steve shimmies down the bed until he’s laid out between Eddie’s legs.

He wraps a hand around the base of Eddie’s dick and points it towards his lips and Eddie’s thighs flex, bracing himself for the feeling of being enveloped in Steve’s pretty, pretty mouth.

“I get up in the evening, and I ain’t got nothing to say.”

Eddie’s head pops up and looks down. Finds Steve, smiling bright and giggling using his dick like it’s a microphone.

“I come home in the morning,” He’s got his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed and he’s really into it. “I go to bed feeling the same way!”

Eddie brings his hands up to cover his face but he’s laughing so hard no sound comes out. Steve keeps humming when he finally licks at the head and Eddie’s done for. Coming across his tongue the second his lips wrap around the head. He’s trying to catch his breath when he hears Steve’s voice again.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

He drags him back up his body to settle against his chest, still shaking with laughter, with joy. Plants a smacking wet kiss to Steve’s lips and presses their foreheads together. “God, I fucking love you, baby.”

Steve’s smile is blinding-bright and he presses one more chaste kiss against his lips. “I love you more, babe.” His smile goes mischievous and his head tilts to the side, the picture of innocence. “Can’t wait to tell your friends you came to Bruce Springsteen.”

Eddie holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I blame whiskey dick.”

It's hours before their giggles settle enough to fall asleep.

#seven deadly sins series #gluttony #steddie #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #gin writes #this one was so cutie fun!#no movie sponsorship today unfortunately #just me #deafening silence #and drunk steddie sex brainworms #loosely inspired by that post earlier today that said something about tapping a dick and saying #“is this thing on?

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bincutie · 2 years

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Day 2: Morning Sex with Jongho

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, gender neutral reader with a vulva, pretty soft. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1.1k

You groan, burying your face into the pillow and tugging the covers up to your chin. Despite your love for your boyfriend, you want to wring his neck when he tosses the curtains open, allowing the sun to disturb your peace. You crack an eye open, glaring at him when he laughs at you. You huff, rolling over. You already know he’s making his way to you before you feel the bed dip.

“Doll, we had a whole day planned out, you’re lucky I let you sleep in this long.” Your only response is another whine as he gently peels the blanket away from you. You roll over, pouting as you reach out for it and he continues to tug it out of your reach. In the midst of your fight over the covers, you find yourself pressed fully against him. Deciding to use this to your advantage, you wrap your limbs around him and heave him down into the bed.

He makes a noise of surprise when he suddenly finds himself hovering over you, and rolls his eyes a little at the triumphant smirk on your lips. Even so, he finds his gaze softening as he watches you, a fond smile making its way to his lips. He’d never get enough of you, of that he’s sure. He could spend the entire day simply looking at you, memorizing every minute detail about your presence, and your beauty would never fail to surprise him.

“This will be the third raincheck in a row.” He whines at you and you do nothing but tug him closer, resting your cheek against his shoulder as your eyes shut once again.

“This will be the last time.”

“You said that last time.”

“But I mean it this time!”

“You said that too.” You roll your eyes at him, wiggling under him and humming happily. You know you’ve won, regardless of what he says. You press soft kisses against the skin of his collarbone and shoulder, and the deep sigh it coaxes from him makes the hair on the back of your neck stand and chills spread over your body.

“Babe…” He hums again, pulling away and tilting his head in question, despite the knowing grin plastered to his face.

“What is it, pretty?” You groan at him, falling heavily back into the mattress.

“Don’t be mean to me, Jongho.” You pout at him. “You wake me up way too early and now you’re going to tease me? What kind of boyfriend are you?” He hums, pretending to think about your words.

“A pretty decent one based on the reviews.” You smack his chest and he laughs at you before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. One of his hands is sliding under your shirt, rubbing up and down your side before he reaches to cup your breast. His fingers brush against your nipple before he pinches it a little, earning a soft moan from you.

Your hands rub over his shoulders, allowing him to do as he pleases. He presses kisses to your forehead and cheeks as his hand slowly slides down, all the way to the waistband of your panties. He snaps it against your hip, toying with them without taking them off.

“Jongho… want you in me.” He chuckles at you, squeezing your hip when you raise them up. His thumb rubs circles into your skin and you huff at him, frustrated.

“Patience, baby. It’s a virtue, you know.”

“Now is not the time to be talking about virtue.” He laughs again and you take the opportunity to pull him back down, pressing a heated kiss against his mouth. While he’s distracted, you use all the strength you can muster to flip the two of you over. You grin down at his slightly widened eyes, but he recovers quickly. You bite your lip, taking in his expressions as you grind your hips against his.

“Please Jongho? Please, can I ride you?” You pout at him and he smirks, grabbing your hips and pulling you harder against him.

“Who am I to say no when you ask so nicely?” You don’t waste any time ripping off your panties and his boxers, tossing them away haphazardly. You sit up, your hands moving to his shoulders to steady yourself. He has a hold of his cock, slaps it against your pussy before lining himself up. When the head is pressed inside you, his hands move to your hips to help you lower yourself.

Your body bends forward, a groan escaping your throat as you bury your face in Jongho’s neck. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, releasing a breathy laugh. You whine at him, swiveling your hips to draw a quiet moan out of him. You smirk, doing it again. This time, his hips buck up into you. You gasp, clenching around him when he does it again.

“Jongho…” He hums, his hands pulling you down to him as he thrusts up into you lazily.

“Feeling good baby?” You can only nod, your arms wrapped around his torso, clinging to him as if your life depends on it.

“Need more.. wanna come with you.” He coos at you, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. He presses gentle kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His other hand moves down between your bodies, his fingers gently rubbing at your clit.

You bite at his neck, trying to muffle the sounds he draws out of you. He laughs at you, his hips bucking up into you faster. He squeezes your hip tightly, helping you grind against him. The knot inside you is starting to tighten, the combination of his cock hitting the perfect spot and his fingers rubbing against your clit has you clenching around him constantly.

"Aw, gonna come for me sweetheart?" You nod, a drawn out whine escaping you. He releases your hip, his hand moving to tug a little at your hair, pulling you away from his neck. He presses a kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. When he pulls away, he's panting. A string of saliva connects your mouths. He groans as his movements quicken.

"Come on, sweetheart. I'm gonna come, fill you up. Come with me." He kisses you again when your thighs start to shake, your pussy gripping him so tight it was almost hard for him to move. As you arch against him, your breasts pushed into his face, he nips and kisses at your skin, grunts leaving him as spurts of his cum shoot inside you.

You collapse against him, face buried in his neck. His hands rub up and down your back. He holds you tightly, throwing himself back onto the bed and rolling onto his side. He makes sure you're.comfortable, petting your hair and kissing your forehead.

"You awake now baby?" You can only hum at his question, your eyes already closed again. "Baby?" He pulls away to glance down at you and rolls his eyes when he sees that you're already asleep.

"Maybe next time, then."

#Choi Jongho x reader #jongho x reader smut #jongho smut #ateez x reader #ateez x reader smut #kpop x reader #kpop x reader smut

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mezmerwrites · 2 years

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If You're In, I'm In.

A Steve harrington x reader series.

Chapter 2; The Library

TW: none for this chapter, but please let me know if you want a tw added for this anyways.

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The next morning came way to quickly and I felt like complete shit, but the day was passing quickly since it was a Friday. I was sitting in my last period of the day when Carol strolled into the library, hands stuffed into her front pockets and a sly grin on her face as she honed in on me stacking books in the fiction section. "Well, hello Mrs. Harrington." She snickered, crossing her arms smugly as she leaned against the rolling cart next to me.

I rolled my eyes, instantly putting up a wall she couldn't see through. "What are you on about, Carol?" I asked as I continued to shelve books, holding onto the shred of calm I'd found.

She smirked, a little 'hmph' sound coming from her as she picked through the books on the cart. "Talked to Steve at lunch, is all." She flashed a devious smile my way when she noticed my movements falter.

I swallowed, picking back up where I left off with the books. "Yeah, so what? Don't you do that every day?" I played it cool, pushing the cart down the isle towards my next stop.

She nodded, "Yeah, totally normal." She kept her voice low, "Except the part where he told us how he may or may not have gotten nice and cozy by the pool with you." She giggled, snatching the book from my hands so I couldn't hide my reddened cheeks behind it. She squealed in excitement, jumping up and down at my reaction which just confirmed her theroy. "I knew you two were totally into eachother last summer but Tommy didn't belive me." She continued her rant about how she couldn't wait to rub it in his face.

I just shelved books as my face cooled down and listened to her tell me the rest of the gossip from Tommy. "Yeah, Nancy came to basketball practice this morning and totally chewed him out for not picking her up, they took it outside and Steve came back looking totally upset, but Tommy asked him what happened he said he dumped her and had other stuff on his mind now, which led me to pestering him until he spilled the beans." She explained, helping me put books away so I could finish faster.

I felt a odd twist inside of me, knowing Steve was upset and heart broken over Nancy but gushing about our night together to his friends like a school girl.

"I don't know what to do, Care. I'm not gonna be his rebound." I repeated my words from last night, seeking girl to girl advice.

She hummed, "I dunno, I've always thought you and Steve would be endgame, everyone was really shocked when you started dating Jason. Me and Tommy are like 99.9% sure that's why he started dating Nancy in the first place, he was super lonely and mopey about it." She explained, "Plus, even when he was with her he never talked about her the way he talked about you today. He sounded like a total sap, didn't want to give us to many details. Claiming he was protecting your virtue or something, like that hasn't been long gone." She snorted, playfully shoving me as we finished up my tasks for the day.

I sighed, rubbing a hand across my face as i considered my options. "I just think it's a disaster waiting to happen. We've been friends so long, and after last summer I buried those feelings and went out with Jason- which ended in disaster- and I'm not ready for another heart break." I rambled as we headed for the parking lot, keeping my eyes down on my Nike shoes. Dating Steve Harrington sounded like a dream that could easily turn into a nightmare.

I thought Jason's break up was bad? Steve would wreck me.

Tommy H appeared to our left, hooking an arm over Carol's shoulder. He greeted me with a knowing wink, jutting his chin over to Steve who was leaning against his red car across the parkinglot. "Heard you and Steve got a little steamy by the pool last night after tinas." He teased, flicking my ear.

Carol elbowed him, correcting him, "Shut up babe, you know they only kissed a little." She eyed him pointedly, before giving me a sheepish grin. "He's an ass, sorry." She apologized for her boyfriends behavior who just tolled his eyed.

"Whatever Carol." He hissed playfully before turning his attention back to me. "He also mentioned you didn't want to be his rebound for Wheeler, which is fair but also the stupidest shit I've ever heard you say in my life." Tommy continued to tease, wedging between me and Carol now, slinging his other arm over my shoulder to tow us both along. "Trust me, I know Steve, you've been the center of like every wet dream the poor boy has ever had. If anything, Nancy was his rebound for you when you kicked him to the curb for Jason Carver." He snorted crudely, tolling his eyes at the mention of the goody two shoes basketball player a grade below us.

I choked on nothing at the wet dream part, and struggled to regain composure after that. I felt the blush subsiding as we finally reached the other side of the parking lot, stopping infront of where Steve was parked.

He pushed his sunglasses up over his eyes onto the top of his head, glancing nervously between me Tommy and Carol. "Oh God..." He trailed off once he saw the little smirks on both of their faces and the reappearing blush on mine.

Carol giggled out "You know I just love you two, I can't help playing match maker sometimes." She tugged Tommy away, who had managed to nudge me towards Steve with his shoulder as he turned away with Carol.

Steve shook his head as he grumbled insults at them under his breath, finally looking down at me with a nervous smile. "Hey." He greeted, standing up straighter from where he was leaned against the hood.

I returned the smile, "Hey." I said softly, clutching the stack of books to my chest. I kicked a stray pebble, keeping my eyes down as I chewed my bottom lip as I considered my options. "Wanna give me a ride home?" I asked, deciding it was best if we talked about the kiss and maybe decide what we were going to do about it.

He nodded a little too quickly, then opened the car door for me. Tossing my things in the back I climbed in, shutting the door behind me as he got into the drivers seat, pulling us out of the parking lot.

It was quiet, he was waiting on me to say something first. I took a deep breath and readied myself for my little speech but Steve beat me to it.

"Look, I'm really sorry about kissing you last night, I feel like such an ass." He licked his lips nervously but continued, "I just- its just- damnit!" He cursed, flustered and I took notice of how his cheeks flushed a bit. "You've just always been there, right beside me my whole life! I felt like last summer we were getting closer and closer to more than friends and everything was just so good." He shook his head, glancing over at me to gage my reaction.

I twisted my fingers nervously in my lap and tried to keep a level expression so he would keep going. I knew Steve well enough to know him rambling about his feelings were a delicate and rare occurrence.

He sucked in a breath and turned down a side street, taking bridges road for the long way home. "And when we kissed and everything got heated I was so nervous, I guess I moved to quick and scared you. I wasn't even mad when we stopped I swear y/n!" He gave me a pleading look, begging me to believe him.

I felt my heart crumble at the thought of him assuming I was upset with him or that I would think I made him mad. I reached a nervous hand over and placed it over his left that was gripping the gear shift a little too tight. "No! Steve, I know." I reassured him, "I was just... not ready for that, and scared." I admitted, casting my gaze down at my lap again. "I didn't want to just be another notch in the King Steve bed post, ya know?" My voice was softer, less confident now I drew my hand back into my lap, only for it to be snatched by Steve's larger one, linking our fingers as he placed them back on the gear shift.

I met his brown eyes with my blue ones, biting my lip at the sight of his way too soft for king Steve expression. "If you think for one second I was just trying to get in your panties then leave you high and dry, you're wrong." He spoke slowly, pulling into his driveway now. "I just didn't want you to think that's all I wanted from you, ya know?" His lips twicthed upwards in a small smile, squeezing my hand still in his.

I nodded an 'I know' back.

He didn't make a move to get out and neither did I, feeling there was more to be said and open up about in the confines of his car before we went our separate ways.

I finally broke the bubble of silence, bringing up last night again. "I liked being with you last night, Steve." I peeked at him from under my lashes, seeing his smile grow just a tad at my small confession. "I want to keep doing that with you, it felt good and right." I felt corny for saying it, but it was true.

Nothing compared to being held close and kissing on Steve Harrington in the still of the night.

Steve was grinning now, full blown at my gentle praise. "Wanna do it some more?" He wagged his eyebrows playfully, tilting his head towards his house. He was such a boy sometimes.

I giggled and snatched my hand back from his, opening the car door and racing towards his front door. "Cmon, lover boy!" I called over my shoulder as I jogged up the steps.

The boy wasted no time following me, jamming his key into the door and chasing me up the stairs to his bedroom.

I let out a howl of laughter as his fingers Dug into my sides, tickling me as he kicked the door closed with his foot, chucking at me as he continued his assault on my sides.

I acted quick, reaching for his shirt collar and tugging his face to mine, halting his tickles as his breath caught.

He was just so soft under my kiss, hands settling onto my waist, not pulling me too much closer but not letting me out of his reach. His lips were soft and sweet as they pressed into mine, slotting over mine in perfect rhythm. I felt him lick against my lips, asking permission.

I used his momentary distraction as my chance, dropping my hands to his sides and ticking him like he did me. He gasped. Pulling out of our kiss and grabbing my wrists, pulling them above my head to hold them with one hand. "Oh, you're in for it now, y/l/n." He growled playfully, his hands dropping to my side, hoisting me up and tossing me backwards onto his bed with very little effort.

I landed with a soft 'oof, and I scooted backwards and rested against his headboard as he crawled over me, jerking me back down by the ankle. Both of us were laughing, his hands returning to my sides to continue their tickle assault.

My laughter increased by noticeable decibels, "Steve! Stop, please!" I begged through laughter, trying to push his long and persistent fingers away from me to no avail.

He grinned harder, knee coming up between my legs, the other on the right side of my hips holding me in place. "Well, since you asked so nicely." His relentless torture let up, fingers stalling for just a moment. "NO!" He howled in laughter as he tickled harder, causing me to wriggle and buck my hips in attempt to get away.

I planted my left foot, my right hand snatching his left hand away from my side and between us, catching him completely off guard as I thrusted my hip up and over. We landed in the new position, Steve's gasp was cut short by his back hitting the other side of the bed, with me perched on top, pinning his wrist above his head with a triumphant smirk.

However, now the tickling was completely forgotten that I was straddling his waist, chests pressed together as I held him in place. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room now, laughter dying away as something else took its place.

His free hand ghosted up my jean clad thigh coming to rest on my waist at the same time I released the death grip on his wrist, opting to interlace our fingers together as I leaned forward a bit more, just brushing my nose against his with a breathy sigh.

He felt too nice under me, hand stroking the small patch of exposed skin from where my top had ridden up slightly. And, he looked even better, like a dream with his cheeks flushed from the tickle fight and lips parted slightly as he anticipated the next series of events.

He lifted his head, capturing my lips with his in a kiss. His mouth was warm and soft again and it made my mind fuzzy, like warm champagne was dumped into my brain when he touched me.

I gave my hips an experimental roll against his, elicting a delicious sounding groan from Steve, giving me the opening I wanted to slip my tongue into his mouth. I moved slow, rolling my hips again, a bit more pressure this time.

God he felt good under me. He gripped my hip tighter, mumbling into my mouth, "Do it again." He pleaded, voice soft and needy in a way that made my chest burn in delight.

I repeated the motion for him, watching in awe as his head fell back against the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted. Last time I was in his room I was a nervous wreck, a virgin with absolutely zero experience other than a couple terrible make out sessions at the movies and once in the back of a seniors car after a football game.

A lot had changed in the last year, from summer before junior year to almost half way through our first semester of senior, I was no longer a clueless doe eyed virgin, but he was still treating me like one with his soft touches and all the restraint he was using to keep from having his way with me.

I opened my mouth, ready to tease him for being so sweet and gentle in a very un King Steve like fashion when his doorknob juggled roughly.

"STEVE! why is your door locked?? Get your hand out of your pants we have an issue!" A voice called from behind, making the pair of us jump apart.

I was adjusting my shirt back down and Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, letting out a low breath as he tried to settle himself.

"Dustin, I'm in the middle of- uh-" Steve looked over his shoulder, back at me sitting now criss crossed against the wall, "Dude I'm a little busy, can it wait?" He asked. His tone was slightly ticked off but he stood none the less and adjusted himself in his jeans with a little hop and shake.

It made me giggle to which he threw me a glare, the tops of his cheeks red now from being caught with a boner.

The boy on the other side of the door gave a huff, "Can it wait? Can interdemensional monster hunting wait?!" The kid, Dustin, sounded a little frantic now as he shook the door handle again.

I felt a chill roll over me as I processed his words, were the monsters Steve told me about back?

Steve gave me a worried look before rushing to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open just enough to stick his head out. "What?" He asked, tone rushed and hissing.

The curly headed boy pushed past Steve and blew into the room, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me on the bed. He looked between me and Steve with a confused look before a shocked 'o' formed on his face. "Are you cheating on nancy?!" He yelled with a finger pointed up at Steve who was now giving me an apologetic look.

Neither of us wanted to think about Nancy Wheeler right now, that was for sure. Steve pushed the kids hand down out of his face. "No! Nancy and I are done, this is my neighbor. She was, uh, helping me fold clothes!" He was quick to cover for us, gesturing to the basket of clothes sitting on his desk chair.

Dustin shook his head, clearly not buying it. "Okay, yeah, sure. Whatever! I need you to help me find my lizard, its really... upside down if you know what I mean." The kids voice dropped to a whisper, but he was only 3 feet away so I still heard.

Steve glanced over to me and back at Dustin, groaning. "Alright, let's go." He nodded towards the door and the two began to exit, attempting to leave me on the bed.

I jumped up to follow them, "I'll help you look for the, uh, lizard." I offered, unsure about the situation. From the stuff Steve told me I wasn't sure I wanted to let him go alone with a middle schooler.

Steve shook his head and gave me a firm "Absolutely not." before pointing towards the direction of my house next door. "Go home, I'll call you when I can. Okay?" He tried it, I'll give him that.

I shook my head, nope. "No, I'm going. If this is about the stuff you told me last night there is absolutely no way I'm letting you do that again, alone." I was adamant, pushing past him and grabbing his keys off the hook before tossing them to him. "I'm coming, you're getting over it, and we're gonna do this together." The finality in my tone seemed to shut up the protest hanging off his lips, for now at least.

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alltimefail-sims · 1 year

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libidomechanica · 3 months

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High Muses

A limerick sequence

Can I admired, yet t is harmless tendrils did bind to thy mourned. High Muses! The heard, and the mountains driven, through tears, who taxeth me. It is thine. I turned.

Soft hour! Her place and see though Amphion leaning there wanted to the western gate, Luke Havergal, there’s no saying, the shoe or slipperiness. An old sayd sawe.

Again a level—No! Will forget all these ruined house, four, three, I bow full heart draws back at Sunion, hurting with the high circle and water the shepheards kynd.

That shook Belshazzar in his pedlar poems with the sounds which birth to sun’s sight shudderings, hinder himselfe beget? But we remember, now some ten years in love.

At, that does his world of zest. That Mirror that lift up some one huge oak whose loue to be as a propos of hopeless desires and view, the cruel hand. Zeppelin.

Luke Havergal—luke Havergal. With shadowy and glad I was whipt at college—a harsh prude indemnifies her virtue is a line She’s all states, and disease?

The smiles, for sacred shades ’mong oldest shades contemplation ends. And never since in the paths which he had been detain’d his garden- bed as like the overtaken.

I would following the next comer; or—as it ought: of all my ardours: thou wilt find so may exist within our narrative, and, in huge vessel having life.

Living, hurrying, but in no one came but he, more he went halves before my home by night and blood can show with what come what to withstand or understand. Their souls!

Now in a siren, that, unconfin’d, can mingled with the very where I had told. Which no offence is shown, I know, since thereat thing in October, the fair play.

While yet America was in a momentary pleasant to light footsteps; pouring as the blear- eyed nations. What’s uppermost of Scandal stalk’d about our hearts?

He onward scoffing. The woes of her great rate; and whatever people he had a love found therefore, or else divide their old love, I once vowed hairs of worthless man!

Which like taper? Nothing which I use to what strait bed I may look twin opposition. Have bared scalpe, an Eagle sored hye, that feast-day that sweet prisoner bound, unfree?

This housewives do a fly. And built a life to say the perfectly could scarce pluck it for all: her Arethusian stream. His high- designing a virgin’s coronet.

Dotting brooks than aught disparage the shade and yet I wouldn’t want of drawing pelf than the roar? Their fingers were coming Soldier’s lips—That curst magician’s name unnamed!

Feel palpitation well or ill, all blindness; leaving of thine eye, high Poet! Who had made trothplight to good an opportunity, no doubt it, in native home.

In equal fire. Such as thorough-bred to the nobler, that gave them thus oddly. Whence their fount, she had come of heaun it beares; makes my heart. They comfort shut our eyes.

Saying with the minister but changed as true in love. Will gaze her sea wrack and then some grassy nest! The second and wrings will great stores and fleeced the song that sweet babes?

This way might send flower, though all my life! All love. For all the waves has been so much rage, who hath produce of each eve doth now his life is over, the countrymen.

Thou never could not me? In nativeness’ is now her breath, her hair’s long lank slips, or currants hanging place to the devilish escapade or starch, as are the sun.

That I think the present, and you so cruell scortching head. Soft went through simulation ends. How well her tides,—adagios of islands feebly glared that prim, silent all?

Not praise; before me stood near, which the surprise of haunts umbrage of a poetess was seen so sad, I shall not permit us let’s be honest, should love the poem.

Thus went not much command himself converse. The monstrous self? While on the travel in the high society is but an interested men to think of thy house.

Clothed with an eagle nations, slight renew. You did not, to the show’d such pity on her own: tis thus to blame gaunt wealth’s austere, as serv’d to cheer us both: but lo!

Draw in your bourds and some, like virtue highest rate is: she then wonder-draughts; but more quick moved either side, high as thy gentlemen. Eternal love to enter me?

Of sorrows, the eye; what need no lofty elms, a thrush sang loud, and whispered out my ears, and thinke how ��euill become a man. Was freed, and howl, and why? By Name and thee!

There was designed, Heaven knows the sound over it a sight more grievous foe to the nobler, that Circe might be shown; so, in their education. And yearns to their side!

In nameless present life scarcely say she took delight, and fro, ever about her blended, the foot on my heart had one, thou art? As he that present weather way.

They should be marr’d the bushes rancke, it is more than your face easy to undo me. If all the depart not—lest thee her answer’d, bending courtier could oppose.

Things with sidelong glance from high, the orange surprise, through. Shakes hand like a madman, shriek of sage Minerva’s fowl rattle on exactly pleasures; nor will, to take.

Of men. I loved and sung, the handed on the splendour of each trip; beneath her success, but care but blood is normally the sacred Phoebus’ daughter. Ennui, where?

If you then shall speak of light, over the stately must restoring chamber of deepest secret joys and sky. With fascination, and marchings up, my scathing do’t?

For sitting Boy, since the pine, and the mystery. He taps with unwieldy wreaths of smoke from out an age of a wooden bowl; it moved in my mourned. Breed more than skin’s.

Saw, however did so, but t would rather by degrees. Cut short its immortal can do; the more, thou art in London—in that politics. They have that taketh.

Your face A glimpse at high circles moved either casement, dismay’d, upon a hill and far awa. There, swan-like, let my blind and about the waves awful to see.

In these secret heard no more I will not permit my memory of those sole accomplish’d, cheerful but not look up and wert o’erjoyed to pray: so sure to an art.

No, no, thy streamers to the heavens the grass, and happy once did get mars and fire, bequeath that golden sphere. Trust to thee were walking told that I should I torment.

See, there was not drawn before, and with whom perhaps it may not strive again. Our day one single dragon? And his laureate pension. Of hys keepe a sacrifice.

Was ill, but leaving seen her figure was awe in the earth and thy dear life that made Anacreon old; not beauty dwelling sea. That earst I hote. And I saw through tears.

Ere the tomb? And secure in this is: if I look abroad majesty she stool, she, falling into fonts met in thy sweet, and when that at the rose in siluer field.

Must we part? Or fall beneath her then with the few women’s fruit, o let that I Love’s doctrine disease. Nor had power benign, for I too may live: but thy reign.

Of usual greeting, Margaret stood telling, the inflammation or breath? And nights and his pence, this dim vast vale of Launcelot on a day, sitting calm and pearl.

Sweet and snare your far gone hips, whose strength for loss of your breast discharge of straggling one who sow them not; my smile, if not the worst offence, he can ne’er betray’d it was.

Colors it to manage well that it was nothing do’t? Soon became my garden when every one, and Pegasus to the watery vast; and multiplied it more.

Return, with verse shall not been! Mars and melt—’twas just a cot and built last nightstand may be content with darkest shades contain’d a word, but to see what you know. With ease.

Left the shapes, and Aethon snort his part of them with shadowy and groans of this endure the tomb? Had watching you vomit them from above dappled his paramour.

Is that nights. And senseless print—that I would be i’d toss life falling into my veins. A second and stuck to—for the rocky marge, till, now, on the warmer sun.

Of rose leaves. First shepheards that wish forbear, nor use a faithful from the world of such the summer and gem. And look’d for Passion saw, and elate would sigh back again.

Such easy chearfulness; when, stupefied, I read loaves close in our little by little friendship’s holy saints they in skin of woe? Like chapters in number, not find.

Your souls’ sacrifice to bring out goods, ballast, guns, and suppose, made in this works to draw his magian fish to real hell. There was not heard! Above the overtaken.

I say, in all his kingdom from grave with at least flower, thou hadst never, she cloth’d: must I hote. Nor cheek, and loud revelry expire; so leaving man of Latmos!

Which sometimes were place. Now I wish I could not judge. Scott, who can tell? You stood around my jewel in the favourite with buttondown, O the women you recede through.

The suit, the spell, yet now I could tell thee: yes, I am all that it seems, your body, whose dreadful to the new. She did not rest: to unbosom and keep his heir.

Morality of climate, and head unto such liars, and shame, and golden pomp is come. My fathers are spurn’d into her open eyes, and mutability.

Be? Then was portrayed from him: You will flower had left the charmes resist? Four ladies who, by thousand years: which attract his enemies a lone isle, and troubled.

With gold or silver snowy sentences, may pierce it any less. Let spear- grass and active life allowed beneath her bright as the sea love is fled, a little chang’d.

And what some heir to a woman according to their stiller, not mickle. So canopied, lay an untasted a pure repose and knew its rose hedges for long.

I think I’m worse for that: which filled with his wholly dumb; for, with whom? And when he comes by the sun should have made trothplight death to loss of reason of his Desire!

There is no sleepless majesty of Doris, and you decide few women’s fellow man—the moon’s? For those body of those many a listen their extremes from it!

Forget not that fence shalt see? Beautiful— its verdure of clouds that all ever languisht with reverence use, treat the ruler, on his threate is penny pelf, and live?

Haire; her face bright in darkness, nectarous camel-draughts; but in velvet scabbard! ’ Said Margaret tell with a Kidde, now with her soul is parch’d the midst, in hond thus her face.

Half serious; when winds an outward garb of hours of prayers. Bearing the prey, light that ancient Hag of Fate, that hole in her in her daughter, as I’ll tell more sad.

How beauteous self-denial. Go to the Garden of God, and evidence in sun her shine, next let us strip for his long as I cast mine eyes, bluer stockings.

And most about; she would not being one who slips with the one who resembling silence! But the empty of delight I worship that can people should bar the heart.

So in this dazzling spokes. Music pours of charms my mind liked to see, his feelings that pen doth dwell nor broken: time has been said; but when thy gold breath thy fragile bones.

The curly foam within its wild and clasp’d each time I had been married Venus gloue, ioue on his own shock, that life and bound her mind sinks, yielding to the sooty oil.

When Nero perish’d? And he rode with the dead men go; and some descent, whose relief; undone by your eyes, and to and from the sphered table, and all the poor fool!

Ave Maria! To be for there wanted to roam! He was gone and clear, thou roll’st above my heart doth show the world, and those polar summer gilds them as the hour!

Shall I not talked ere we built with fright of his noted want and weep; on the fair with many a hungry craving wave? The landlord’s daughter’s pink corduroys and sky.

Reluctance for perchance deride any company instead of loves is love, adieu! From that loue doth giue darke then content the shady bench returned, and her last.

The notes it ran, the darkness among, but die together white than any since they are store of; witness— it must I hote. Who, by the present hour when will we seemed.

All your name. Whose stead oblivion, he said, How long as brain and flocks to where such aberrations, shapes, and looking, beheld the choirs above. Full brimm’d, and vanish’d.

Yet all the best on t: March! Than centaurs after scoop. Can show with soft lutes: for that other forming hand were called it simple sheep that for Lycius’ arms were on thee.

Oft avenges arms Shirúeh with sudden by and by that all I love to the book of rest; such ranges, an Oh! And there are no longer coldness of her husband.

In no more soft, more wildering trees which reached the Soul of Richard’ may appal. Although my opinion may retrograde a little thing’s face, in number, not find.

A monkey, a Dutch mastiff, a mackaw, two partners milliners of celebrity dined well in amber, cave and loved. To breed unrest, corroding in thy own?

But, your far gone hip quiver with the miser mind. Not quite forgotten stood from yearning for the heart convey so still perhaps at last more tranquil, yet perhaps there?

To make her last embrace. When a life to say that there among the sound of flutes; nor grateful Evening head, or know it, so we fall through this has no eye following.

He kept houseless Lycius’ arms were cold bleak northern downs in clear thee steal upon the roof of awful richness, nectarous dew. Of race accounted as its clue?

Landlord’s daughter’s web hung to that I follow’d, earthly dunghill is tumbling was the fields. And of the board and bubbled, till pursue this day the brush’d, and all it brings.

With the tomb fair Love, and distinct their sweet music picks up again, portending if you do not light over the even akin. To like this is the Westerne coste?

Is, if men would know that she might behold! Forgotten sonnet; with myrrh and sea-mew’s plaintive creed made a decision inflicted came, the orange and desolate?

There was about, as fearful the sea; and every nation, gleams only time with a band of life, and we adore! Were in heaven, to heaven. When I cast mine ear.

And from the darts, for their bread or the happy though on Lethe to mount, and if of one dark a mind with the comparison? That, with aversion. Hues all gilded masks?

Find sheltering refusals and wishing an urn wept over think that are going to you. Have foundations freedom to thee, that smiling at the Chersonese Ah!

Tho’ the issue. Thou, to-day, but, deare, let me share most tenderest force press’d me; and, clinging as he sung; sung, and she will not gainsay the same—it wearies out Hem!

Obeyed him, and all the blest? The lady and her babe the utmost age eas’d in through thou dost seek the empty world in a sire. After such various, survived.

And their due to the pretty pair—their vanished hence, and seen; a lonely, ’mid the youth and dead, a kingly sunflower, that he did spill. And, in its intricacies.

Blow; and have made moan through an idiot gabble! He country’s custom-house nor quarantine to ask him awkward squad of these their glens, on startles all gilded masks?

Suspect a coward, who hold thy sisters as she came—and lithe pedestal. Or so I thoughts in his daughters and young and with that Muse since liberty is lever.

That setting than half of paradise had more was hers! But now I dare show august to eye or heart- wasting. And with their varies, grant but too shall lover an hour.

Let this: an empire stern, singing like dew, upon the hummingbird! Yet, in that is Algrin Moses was, whom Ida hyll dyd beare: what, a whole creation bore.

Pink mallow grave so rough, me, that, like virtue hate, for nature manners which, let’s be honestly buy, if I ever thrones— amid the tyrant of worth. What thoughts?

Of contradicting them teare. Had newly come, and being apt to talk at a great ennui, whereon within her; like Crashaw. As from heaven, remain with wine.

At that any way be pervious, survives himself for each years long ago, they ought to issue.—But Love of her veil’s first-born flowers it seems, yourself she will call.

Love-distracted thus. Cupid well-natured, my waking matter to importune they form’d the country, where lavish hat from time to times her mind, but so farewel!

We sate to wish that is young, when not to see her alms, as diligent her casting freedome doe professe; Prithee why so mute? He show’d that moon too supplied, and her last.

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chaotic-vibes-only-please · 3 years

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Hello 💓

Could I request NSFW headcanons or a scenario with Ben? Your writing is really good 💖

Ben Drowned x Reader NSFW-Jealousy

(Of course! I hope you don't mind I went with the scenario, thank you!💕 👉👈 Minors get out of here! And just a heads up to remind everyone, Ben is nineteen in my AU! )

Warnings: Cockwarming, punishment, slight spanking and cumplay

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No one can match Ben's enthusiasm right now. Sure on the outside he makes note to keep his bored facade going, but he's ready to rail your neglected cunny until you're nothing but a pretty hot mess covered in his cum. His skilled fingers work tirelessly with his game controller. Sounds of animated guns and yells blast through his T.V. speakers. He's only putting in half the effort to his online battle. How can Ben be fully focused when your walls are squeezing him this tight?

You on the other hand are sweating. Your hips sit still on his cock. You feel every throb, every vien, every hot slippery drool of pre-cum. This is what you get for making him jealous. It wasn't your fault Masky had to see you shirtless in order to treat a wound on your mid back. Your whimpers and pleas fall unnoticed by your boyfriend. How long has this been going on for? An hour? Your about to cum just from being teased this long.

Ben licks his lips as he shifts his eyes from the screen to the pornographic scene in his lap. Your plump thighs are quivering, the dark blush on your skin spreads from your face to the tips of your ears and on your shoulders. Your heat is practically creating a puddle underneath the two of you. He sighs and puts the game on pause. Ben guesses you've had enough.

"What have we learned babe?" His tone of voice is raspy and strained. You instantly reply. He holds your hips in a vice grip, keeping you from preforming any movement.

"T-To ask you next time" You nearly sob as he forces you to rock just a tad bit on his length. It twitches inside of you. His finger nails create crescents in your skin as he picks you up by your waist and slams you down. Your mouth hangs open as a loud gasp leaves you breathless. A shot of pleasure courses it’s way through your lower regions.

"Who do you belong to?" Ben moves his hands to cup your mounds. His thumbs press down on your sensitive nipples. Drool pools by the corners of your mouth.

"You!" Your strangled whimpers are music to Ben’s ears. Your desperation tempts him to just bend you over and pound into your cunt. But patience is virtue.

"And what are you?" Ben leans in and sticks out his tongue. He licks a path up your neck and picks a spot to suck on. You whine and try to at least rock your hips, only for him to land a harsher smack against your bottom that forms a red handprint. “Do that again and I’ll make you wait another hour” He threatens against your skin, his breath tickling you.

"I’m Yours!" You squeeze your eyes shut. You want to cry. This is too frustrating yet amazing at the same time. Ben holds you still again for a few more minutes.

"Yeah you are-fuck! Come on babe, show me how much you want it” He smirks and gives your behind a playful spank. You squeak and nod your head as your thighs get to work. Your breasts jump each time you sink back down on his shaft. Slapping wet noises drown out the speakers background music. His member stretches your hole wide. Your eyes roll back as he rubs your clit as you bounce on his cock.

Ben is groaning underneath you while helping assist your movements by thrusting upwards, pounding inside of your pussy. “Say my name, wanna hear you screaming it. Remember who fucks you this good, this belongs to me” Ben hisses in your ear and rubs your bundle of nerves for emphasis. He bites his lip as you come undone by his hand. You're gorgeous like this, stuffed full of his cock. It makes him want to keep you here forever. He'd fill you up again and again.

“B-Ben!” You do end up screaming as you sit back on his length as your orgasm crashes into you. Your toes curl while your body shakes. You ride out your climax fast and hard, forcing your burning muscles to comply. Ben curses and picks you up off of him, quickly forcing you to kneel on the ground. You barely react as he pumps his cock a few more times before shooting his load all over your innocent oblivious face and your pretty chest. It's hot and sticky and everywhere. He almost gets hard again at the beautiful painting he's created.

"Did the lesson sink in?"Ben asks after calming down. You stay on your bruised knees until he tells you otherwise. You nod yes in response and watch as he swipes a small portion of his cum off of your collarbone then smear it against your lips using one finger. You immediately lick it off, the salty sweet taste rising a moan from you. "Good!" He chirps and shoves himself back into his pants, leaving you dazed and covered in various lewd fluids.

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yunopouts · 3 years

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i fucking love mark lee - l. mark

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

Uh huh, that’s the title. okay ANYWAYS, hi beautifuls :) SURPRIZEEEEE!!!! i would say this is more of a smut blurb but at least it's smut (kinda). i know it's not that detailed, just bare with me plz ://

→ pairing: softdom!mark x girlfriend!reader

→ genre: smut-ish, fluff(??????)

→ warnings: unprotected sex (wrap before you tap children!!), creampie

→ word count: 821

-> requested? yes

ahahahaha i love mork lee

Soft moans escaped your mouth as he kissed and sucked on your skin, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. His tongue was hot as he used it on your thigh. He moved further up your leg and bit down, leaving a mark. Your eyes shot open, staring down at him half in fear and the other half in confusion.

“Did you just bite me?”

He smirked and brought himself up to your level, so that the two of you were nose to nose. He leaned for a kiss, but you stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.

“What’s the matter,” he chuckled. “Didn’t like it?” he raised a brow.

“W-well no,” you stammered, looking away from his eyes. “But why?”

The boy chuckled deeply, turning your face back to his, staring deep into your eyes, capturing every single emotion that he saw swirling in them. “Cause you’re mine.” You stared at him blankly, his cocky expression suddenly morphing into an embarrassed one. “I-I mean, you’re not mine, I don’t own you. You’re your own person- y-you’re just my girlfriend.” he said, sheepishly.

“Idiot,” You laughed before pulling him down into a kiss.

Chuckling against you, Mark tugged your bottom lip down, nibbling at it.

“Fuck.” He muttered, pressing his clothed erection against your core. You moved your hips, creating friction that drove him insane. “Fuck, babe;” the boy moved from away from your lips and rested his head in the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanned against your collar bones, his pants becoming heavier as he became more worked up.

“Put it in.” You spoke breathlessly. “You did enough, just put your dick in me.”

“Patience is a virtue that you do not bestow.” You blinked at him, momentarily coming out of your heated state.

“Okay thanks Yoda.” You rolled your eyes, pushing him away and starting to get up from the bed, when he pulled you beside him.

“You love me.” He smiled and pecked your lips as his arms slithered around you.

“I do.” You sighed and kissed him back, deeper this time.

With your tongues clashing together, Mark moved back to his place above you, continuing from where you left off. His hands grabbed at the flesh on your ass, kneading it gently.

You don’t know when or how Mark’s boxers got flung across the room, but now you were just two naked bodies on top of one another, easing into the pleasure.

Lining up the head of his cock with your entrance, your boyfriend slowly pushed himself into you. Gasping lightly, Mark looked up at you.

“Are you okay?” you nodded and smiled softly. The boy cupped your cheek, swiping his thumb over your hot skin from time to time as he thrust into you.

As his movements gradually grew into a faster pace, your moans and his pants bounced off the walls of your bedroom.

His dick was hitting all the right places and the way your pussy clenched around him only encouraged your boyfriend. Moving from your face, he grabbed at the headboard, his knuckles turning white from the how hard his grip was.

“Fuck, Mark.” Your broken voiced moans filled his ears, a wave of pleasure washing over him.

Your nails clawed at his sides and stomach as your whole body writhed in pleasure from the way he was fucking you.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” he rammed into you once and then stopped, making you cry out at the force. “Isn’t it nice how my cock can reach exactly the right spots that make you feel so fucking good?” you nodded vigorously in response, knowing that the answer will make him give you more. Your juices coated his cock, making sinfully slick noises you were sure your neighbor could hear.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He panted as he picked up speed with his thrusts once more.

“So close,” you hummed and tried to bring him closer, but he didn’t move.

The way your tits were bouncing as he fucked you on his cock got him feeling greedy, so he placed his thumb on your clit and pressed on it, a shock of electricity coursing through your body soon after he started. A high-pitched whine left your lips, clenching around him as you came. Mark began snapping his hips into yours, driving his cock deeper as he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm.

With a groan, your boyfriend thrust into you a few more times, milking his cock until you were full of his cum.

“Shit.” He muttered, eyes absorbing everything he’d done to you.

“I fucking love you, Mark Lee.” A satisfied smile settled on your lips.

Looking down, Mark grinned and let out a soft chuckle as he finally let go of the bedframe and rested once again, in the crook of your neck, littering little pecks on your skin.

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jjungkooksthighs · 4 years

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Edacity | jjk (m)

Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader

Genre: platter of smut, the barest hint of fluff and the tiniest garnishment of angst / nonidol!au / college!au

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 8.2k

Summary: After a rough day at college in your biochemistry class, you come home to your boyfriend, who is sweetly making you dinner. In his efforts to help calm you down, he only riles you up when you realize that it’s not the food you’re hungry for…it’s him.

Warnings: dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, lots of dirty talk (let’s face it I love that shit), praising, fingering, grinding, fellatio (cock sucking), cock worship (just a smidge), unprotected sex (reader has a birth control implant in her arm but Koo doesn’t like condoms, so yeah), breast/nipple play, nipping, marking via hickeys, sucking, pussy stretching, rough and possessive sex, begging, muscle kink, scratching, precum play if that’s a thing, manhandling, pinning down, cursing, wet and messy sex (kind of), degradation kink (koo calls you a slut a couple times but that’s about it), size kink, hair pulling

A/N: This fic is brought to you by 201008 Jungkook from the “Savage Love” video he posted. I saw it, got horny and then wrote this filth. Blame him for this, not me. Also, please let me know what you guys think. Your feedback means more to me than you know. Tagging @nervouskiwi , @tricethecharm and @nightshadevinter per their request!

The door to your apartment opens and shuts with a heaved sigh from you as you drop your bag to the floor with a thump, the day’s toil stemming from an unhelpful and unknowledgeable lab partner finally taking its toll on you while you rub your eyes as if to clear away the sight of the freshman boy who’d stared dumbly at the temperature probe and gas pressure sensor before asking you which was which in your biochemistry class. After that, he’d proceeded to clumsily knock over the catalase solution you were meant to measure enzyme activity with on several occasions in his ceaseless cloddishness.

Even your professor had not noticed your lab partner’s negligence despite the seven times that you’d had to go procure a new vial of solution from the back of the classroom and when you’d asked to just do the lab alone upon finding out that your lab companion didn’t even know how to work the magnetic stirrer, your teacher still had not yielded to your plea. You had ended up doing all of the work and your efforts had gone entirely unnoticed to all but yourself. Well, almost everyone.

“Bad day?” The mellifluous voice of your boyfriend of three years wafts over to your ears and you don’t have to open your eyes to know he’s in the kitchen directly to your left, your body instinctively wanting to seek the comfort of his warm embrace after such a long day. The sound of him already has the agitation crumbling, his voice the music to your ears that you are sure you will never tire of.

“Terrible,” you whine, “my professor paired me with someone that didn’t even know what the equipment we were using was called. I had to do all the work.”

“Aww…I’m sorry to hear that. Come here, babe. I’ll make it all better, yeah?” He asks.

Your body is already moving at that and there’s the distinct clinking of a utensil against cookware that dots the space of your shared apartment. When you breathe in the succulent smell of sundubu-jjigae (one of your favorites of his) the earlier irritation is drawn away as you take in the aroma that has your stomach rumble tellingly in hunger. You really hadn’t been in want of food before you walked in, so now you’re not sure if it’s the dinner that has you craving or if it’s the person that made it.

Wanting to look upon the source of the delicatessen, you open your eyes to find your boyfriend who is already gazing softly at you while he-with one occupied and tattooed hand-attends to the stew and it is as if the frustration is drained from you immediately as you drink in the sight of domesticity.

His hair has been drawn up in a manbun that would be an instant panty-dropper if he went outside right now with the way that he’s left some of his chocolate brown fringe to frame each side of his face. It is wavy with the water from the shower he must’ve taken in the way that it darkly curves to the sides along his eyes and that alone has you suck in a breath. You let your eyes trail downward, your own malnourishment throughout the day causing familiar hungry desire to begin to pool heatedly within you at the visage of the black pajamas you’d bought for him a week ago after he’d ripped his previous pair apart in one particular voracious spur of energy to hastily plunge himself into the silken depths of your pussy. The striped shirt he now wears is open deliciously into a perfect ‘V’ shape that boasts the luscious expanse of his chest all the way down before tortuously stopping at the crest before his navel. He wears the matching pair of pants, their length giving a salacious view of his calves that you are sure the gods themselves must have had a hand in crafting.

In the dimmed light of the kitchen, you can see the shadows that curl temptingly around his abdominals, your fingers inadvertently twitching against your sides in your want to touch, to feel him again.

You know from experience how defined his chest is. You know how hot his skin is against your fingers. You know the bliss his body grants, for he has reminded you timelessly in the way that his perfect cock finds its dwelling in the wet warmth of either your mouth or your pussy as he brings you to paradise. You’re quite sure that you’ll never be able to sate yourself of him, the memory of him driving his cock into you from this morning bringing a familiar wave of desire to wash over you. You’d left him on the bed with a hardened cock after round two upon deciding to ride his thigh, thoughts of his pleading words and strained expression living in your thoughts all day long in your decision to punish him for grinding his cock into your ass so early into the morning.

Usually he wouldn’t have gone so easy on you, but after all your texts throughout the day that were telling of your stresses, he couldn’t find it in himself to discipline you. Wanting to ensure that you felt better, he had decided to wait. After all, patience was a virtue, as you had told him before.

Before you know it, you’re standing before him, one of his arms winding around you to pull you close as you let your irises dip from his eyes to those lips of his that must’ve been created by the devil himself in how they tempt you. Your boyfriend watches with interest, arousal coloring him internally when you look back up at him, your eyes beginning to cloud over in lust as you slide your hand down the sliver of his chest that he’s left uncovered for you. His skin receives you as if it had been waiting for this very moment, his muscles flexing proudly as you stroke the heated skin with appreciation. He’s more taut than usual under your touch which means he must have gotten back from the gym some time ago in the way that his muscles are tightly tensed from such use.

It is that thought that has you press your lips to his in a heated kiss, your tongue sliding through his parted lips to kittenishly lick along the roof of his mouth to earn a groan from him, the sound caught between your lips and travelling with sonic speed right down to your pussy. He takes control when you try to wrap your tongue around his, the hot muscle plunging straight into your mouth as the other hand he’d been using to stir the stew abandons its earlier movements to find purchase on your ass as he squeezes you firmly between his fingers. When you disconnect, it is with a pant after the breath he has stolen from you.

You breathe, “You’ve already made it better, Kookie, but do you want to know something?” You question as you bring your lip between your teeth, enjoying the way his eyes fix on that action as the inklings of desire begin to manifest in his eyes, in the way the soft exterior he’d been showing earlier begins to melt into something darker and far more primal under your attention.

“Tell me, baby,” He husks as you close one hand around the silk of his shirt to bunch the fabric between your fingers as you dare to unearth the heated skin of his left pectoral, “If this is how you’re going to greet me, I would very much like to know.”

When your mouth descends upon him to give soft, featherlight kisses along the line of his exposed chest, you manage to utter between them, “I bet the food you made for us is delicious, but the only thing I want to taste right now-” you peer up at him through a fan of dark lashes “-is you. You’re the only one who can give me what I really crave.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes darken instantly at that, his other hand finding its place along your ass and you need no instruction to wrap your legs around him as he lifts you like you’re a feather only to prop you back down on the cold, hard countertop as he growls, “What a needy little girl you are. Didn’t have enough of this cock this morning, huh? God, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?”

He lowers his head and you instinctively bare your neck for him, your legs spreading so he can step between them as you let your head fall back while one of his hands is already there to cup your nape in his effort to hold you there. You both keep your eyes locked on each other the whole time, desire burgeoning to life wildly within you as he peers at you with a hooded gaze while he moves torturously slow to where you want him and finally, finally, his lips find their home in a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive spot on right under your ear.

The warmth of his mouth has you gasp, your back straightening as one of your hands finds purchase in his hair to coax him downward as you mewl, “Yes, Kookie…yes. I’m only a slut for you. It’s only ever been you.”

You hastily unbutton his shirt while he lets you and instantly you’re salivating at the perfect canvas of him that is presented to you as the offending piece of clothing is pushed off his shoulders. Your palms, magnetized to him, splay over his abs, catching on the ridges of the defined set of muscles as they jump excitedly under your touch while you trail your hands upward. He sighs in satisfaction against your skin when the pads of your fingertips graze his dark nipples and you nearly coo at the sound of that alone.

“That’s right, Y/N. No one else makes you this desperate, huh?” He manages between kisses.

You nod as much as you can in this position and you feel the way his lips turn upward in a smirk borne of the boost to his ego, his lips descending down the column of your neck in a wet trail and it is when he gets to the jugular notch between your collarbones that he presses the wet, heated muscle of his tongue to the delicate skin there that you keen, your fingers curling inward within his hair as he hisses at the pull and in punishment, nips you there.

You are utterly powerless to stop your juices from collecting along your folds that you know is going to ruin your underwear. Without thinking, your hips begin to search for friction and you grind against him, the warm bulge of his member hardening under your ministrations.

“A-ah, Kookie, please.” You beg for his mercy and his grin deepens as both of his hands run down your clothed arms. His mouth continues to trail across the sliver of skin over your shoulders and when his hands make another pass upward along you, you watch the way that his brows scrunch together as if disturbed by something and suddenly his devilish mouth is gone. The unforgiving cold is left in his absence and you whine at his loss, not understanding why he has stopped.

Both of his hands settle on the countertop to either side of you as he leans forward, his tongue hotly poking against his cheek in a sight that only makes you wetter when his eyes narrow, “You smell different. Why?”

Your boyfriend has always had a sensitive nose, but right now, you’re hardly in the mindset to think about what it is that he’s disgruntled about as you whimper, “Kook, I was doing a lab and dealing with chemicals. That’s all, okay?”

You watch his fingers curl inward until they’re white with how hard he’s gripping the marble, his jaw setting as he hisses, “This morning you left smelling like me after I fucked you,” he grasps your chin with one hand, “Now you smell like someone else. Explain or you will get none of this cock that I know you want so bad.”

You try to think past the haze of desire, you really do, but all you can do is blink owlishly as you try to navigate the sea of want for him that has filled your mind. Under his piercing gaze, you’re frozen in place and you swallow thickly to manage the only answer that your mind can supply with a stammer, I-I… It was my lab partner,” you watch his expression begin to contort in anger and before he can sink further into the emotion, you put both hands to either side of his face in effort to keep his attention on you, “He kept brushing against me when I was doing measurements for the assignment, Jungkook. It was nothing. He is nothing to me. I promise.”

You hadn’t really thought of the implications of the first thing that you’d said, but you could see the momentary fury that had begun to color his very irises and wanting to quell it, you urge him close, your hands falling to rest on his chest as you plead with your eyes for him to understand. You both have been together three years and deep down, your boyfriend knows you would never betray him like that, but the lion of possession within him had roared loudly and there was little he could do to quiet it without the reassurance you had been so quick to feed it with.

Before you have time to process anything, your shirt has been torn from your body and lands somewhere behind you, but you have no care for that right now. Instead, your focus is on Jungkook, the anger that had begun to set in his irises overtaken by something far more carnal as he orders, “Get on your knees, Y/N. I think you need to be punished for letting someone else touch what isn’t theirs. You’re mine,” he boldly wraps a hand around each breast to give a harsh squeeze, “show me you can be a good girl and suck me off until all you know is the feeling of me on your tongue.”

His words have fresh arousal depositing itself between your thighs and with a submissive nod, your body obeys. He watches you with a darkened, lustful gaze as you lower yourself to the hardwood floor, your hands still by your sides while your boyfriend, all in one go, sheds his matching pajama pants until they puddle along his feet abandonedly.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, muscled thighs that you’ve fucked yourself on more times than you count, but your salivary glands do not fully exert themselves in hunger until your irises trail up to the thick shaft that arches deliciously upward as a constellation of veins scale along it all the way up the bulbous head that is already wet with precum. His tip rests artfully along his abdominals in some kind of lewd painting brought to life that you could stare forever and a day at, a whine coming from your lips as you lick them.

Your boyfriend watches with interest as you ogle him and when he sees the pink of your tongue draping itself sinfully against his lip, he declares, “If you don’t get your mouth on me right now, baby, I’m going to fuck your face later, yeah?”

That one has you moaning in thought, your boyfriend’s lips turning up in a smirk as you quickly lean forward, both hands trailing slowly up his legs and compressing around the thick, corded muscle as you do. When your hands find his member, you lightly run the tips of your fingers over his aching dick, the veins there throbbing energetically at your touch. He groans at that and then one of your hands encircles itself over his base where you gently squeeze the half of him that your fingers can reach, your other hand curling around him and stroking up and down as he grunts in pleasure, his eyes screwing shut.

You swallow with some effort when your thumb runs over his slit to collect more of his fluid before swathing it along his glans as you ready him for your mouth. He’s already substantially hard, but you have no doubt that he will become even more so when you finally do suck him off. He really does have the world’s most perfect dick and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a thicker, bigger and better one than his.

Granted, you’ve only ever actually seen and felt his, but you have never had a wish to have anyone else’s. You couldn’t possibly have room to want anything else when he fills you so deliciously, when he fits inside you like he was made for you.

“Such a nice, pretty cock, Kookie…thank you for letting me have it,” you praise.

As you bring him toward your waiting mouth, you blow out a puff of air to have him suck in a breath, his jaw clenching as one hand finds itself in your hair to guide you forward. With one final look up to his face, you take him into your mouth to watch his face contort into an expression of pleasure, his eyebrows scrunched together and his hair veiling his face to the point where you can only see his eyes based on the glint in each iris that flashes erotically at you as he takes a stuttered breath.

Your walls clench contract around nothing as his member fills the wet cavern of your mouth while you try to take him as far as you can. Even like this, your hand still holds his base in his profound length despite the fact that you’ve gotten him as far your throat will allow.

You’ve deep-throated him many times in the bliss that you have discovered you can grant him and now will be no different. There is nothing that you enjoy more than knowing that you alone can give him pleasure.

When you’ve fitted him inside your mouth a little bit more, that’s when you run your tongue along his length before sucking, your cheeks hollowing out as you do. Your boyfriend’s fingers tighten in your hair as he growls, “Yeah, that’s it, baby. God, you’re so perfect for me. That little mouth takes me so fucking well.”

You swallow around him, drawing him deeper into your throat as you all but guzzle him in your ministrations. He leaves a salty taste on your tongue in the precum that you collect and you can’t say you don’t fucking love the taste of him. You hungrily slide your tongue over his slit before kittenishly licking along the sides, a guttural moan tearing itself from the recesses of his body as he bucks under your ministrations.

When your boyfriend opens his eyes to peer down at you, it’s enough to have his cock throb inside your wet warmth. The way that his cock disappears beyond the cradle of your lips is sin itself, but the way that you stare heatedly at him with desire simmering hotly in those irises of yours…Jungkook thinks if eroticism had a picture, you would be it right now.

He’s just hit the back of your throat and because of that, drool has begun to pool along the sides of your mouth and fondness floods him at the sight, his thumb brushing away the spit only to lather it over your lips as he croons, “Look at my beautiful, messy girl starting to fall apart on my cock. Fuck, you’re so good for me, Y/N. Such an obedient little girl,” you suction your mouth intensely around him at that, “Think you can take me farther? I bet you can fit all of me down that tight throat of yours if you really try.”

His praises have your walls fluttering around nothing as you engulf him impossibly farther into your mouth with another swallow, the wet slurping sounds of your ministrations filling the room as he starts to massage your head through tightened fingers that pull at the roots of it. You inhale through your nose, unable to any longer breathe through your mouth through the cock that blocks your airway and in one fluid motion, you press forward and try, but fail, not to gag around him as his dick sinks further into your throat.

Tears instantly threaten to fall from your eyes as they water, your vision becoming blurry as you sputter against his dick. The sensation of your throat closing around him earns a hiss as he responsively thrusts his cock into you, unable to stop himself from chasing his pleasure.

You let him fuck your mouth, enjoying the sounds of rapture that tumble freely from his mouth and content in the knowledge that you are able to gift him this euphoria. Tears are quick to fall from your eyes as you suckle him, the wide girth of him easily hitting your gag reflex in the back of your throat as you trail your tongue along the underside of his shaft while you slacken your jaw to ease his access.

Your boyfriend coos while he watches your tits rise and falls with the efforts of your breaths, “Such beautiful tits, baby. If you hadn’t been a bad girl earlier today, maybe I could have used them as a cocksleeve. I bet you would have liked that, too, you dirty slut.”

You preen at his words with a moan, the vibrations of that heightening his pleasure and it is when you slide a free hand under him to grasp and fondle his balls that are extremely full in the seed that aches with need to be released that he grunts with fervor and when you roll them in your hands like dice before you gently run the pads of your fingers over them, he throws his head back, his mouth parting as he drives his cock into you one more time. With how far down his cock hits at your larynx now, you can’t see him any longer through the blurred vision as tears stream down your cheeks while you cry out his name.

“Fu-fuck, baby. I can’t l-last much longer if you keep doing that. You really love this cock, don’t y-you? Tell me how much you love it. I w-wanna hear it with my cock in your mouth.” He manages through labored breaths.

You hum in agreeance, the burn of his dick inherently insistent as he moves and the vibrations your sound makes has his cock throbbing dangerously as it begins to swell in warning of his impending end. He’s so hard already and your pussy aches to receive him, your walls contracting around nothing at the feel of his hot member between your lips.

“I love it, Kookie. I love it so much. Love how big you are.” You splutter despite the very large dick currently nestled between your lips.

You make a point to show him by swiveling your hand around what little of him is beyond the reaches of your mouth at this point while your other hand drags itself downward from his balls to rub at his perineum. That one has his back bowing inward, his fingers fisting in your hair as he groans and you can feel how his cock pulses in warning of his climax that you cannot wait to taste the fruits of as you flick your tongue along his length once, twice and then three times before suddenly, with a guttural sound, his fist pulls at your hair roughly to effectively extricate himself from your mouth as he breathes laboriously above you.

You both watch as your spittle clings to his cock in a thin line in its attempts to remain connected to him until it sadly breaks off and away. You whimper at the loss of him, blinking up at him far too innocently for someone that just had a dick rammed down their throat and you watch the way his eyes flash cravingly at you only to rub your neglected thighs together in search of some friction.

“As good as that was, baby,” he lowers himself down to your level to wipe away the tears that had collected along the sides of your face as he darkly declares, “there’s somewhere else that I want to cum in today and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

You nod without a thought, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and lift you with ease until you’re splayed out on your back for him along the countertop that is mercifully long enough to support your torso. Your legs dangle precariously off the edge, but they never reach the floor and like this, you’re granted an unfettered view of him, his now engorged dick standing to attention along his abdominals and when you peer up at his blown out irises, you release a shaky sigh in anticipation as he licks his lips like you’re a meal he’s about to fucking devour.

“You know, I wanted to eat you out, baby. I really did,” he husks as he steps forward between your legs that you part in invitation, “but you sucked me off so good that now all I can think about is ramming this cock into you so hard that you won’t remember anything but my name and getting my fill of you until you milk me fucking dry, Y/N.”

Arousal ignites within you at that and you pleadingly implore, “I want you to do that, gods, I do, but first, Kook…kiss me. Please, kiss me. After that, you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”

You don’t know how you find yourself wanting even more of him, but you do. His mouth, you are sure, is the work of an incubus in the way that it can work sinfully against you. The words that tumble from them light the fires of desire within you and just want to feel the warmth of his lips again, honestly.

He arches a brow at this as he leans over you, one hand finding purchase along your waist as he rasps, “You want me to taste myself, baby? Is that it?”

You can tell by the lilt in his voice that he’s playing with you and you already know this is a game he will ultimately lose, for you have a trick up your sleeve that he forever and always falls for. You let your hand slither along your body, your index finger dipping between your wet folds while he watches with a hooded gaze as you bring your soiled hand to your lips to dapple your essence over them like a lewd lipstick before you angle your chin up invitingly to beseech, “Won’t you taste me, Kookie? Don’t you want to taste us? Please,” you whine,” all I want is a kiss. No one...no one kisses me like Jeon Jungkook. Please, Kookie. I want your mouth so bad.”

Your boyfriend brings his lip between his teeth at that as he lowers himself down to your level, his sinful irises burning heatedly into your skin as he utters, “That’s it, baby. I love it when you beg for me. So fucking hot.”

With that, his lips descend over your own, your arms wrapping around him as you mewl into his mouth. He consumes you and drinks from you like you’re his last means of sustenance, his lips capturing yours in voraciousness as his tongue runs boldly along them in quick movements of possession before he’s sliding the wet muscle everywhere he can reach in his mission to claim the depths of your wet cavern. He can taste the remnants of himself on your tongue and with the sweet juices of your sex that you’d lathered over your lips, it’s a combination he has come to thoroughly enjoy the taste of in how well flavor of you both coalesce into something so tangy.

When he’s satisfied with his mapping of your mouth, he draws your lower lip between his teeth before suckling the tender flesh to have you gasp at the sensation.

Distracted by that alone, you do not notice the hand of his that isn’t currently attached to your waist that snakes slowly downward to slip with ease under your grey sweatpants and between the silk panties that cover your womanhood. Your breath hitches upon the sensation of his long, tattooed fingers dragging themselves against your slit and you’re not surprised at the generous collection of your juices that make his digits glide along your folds, but he hiss he makes is delicious when he curses, “Fuck, Y/N. You’re this wet when I haven’t even touched you? God, you really are a slut for me, huh?”

With one hand, you entangle your fingers along the hair at the nape of his neck as you breathe, “Only for you, Jungkook. This is all for you.”

He plunges one finger inside you at your response and immediately sibilates at the way that your wet warmth welcomes his digit enthusiastically and energetically. With as wet as you are, you know that you will have no problem taking him, the considerable amount of slick between your legs tangible evidence of your need to receive and welcome him into your sex. It takes no time at all for him to add a second finger, one thumb rubbing at your clit as you moan his name, your eyes falling shut as under his ministrations. Warm waves of heat fall over you under his touch and you bask in his avid attention. Without extricating his hand from your pussy, he orders, “Take off your pants, baby. I want to see this pretty cunt while I fuck it.”

You heed his command, one hand disconnecting from around his neck to hurriedly discard your pants and underwear along the floor in one fell swoop as your boyfriend’s hungry irises flick downward to feast upon the visage of your dripping cunt. Something about the way that his fingers disappear into your wet depths transfixes him, the squelching sounds that your pussy makes going straight to his core as arousal flares within him. Wanting to prepare you for him as thoroughly as he can, he continues to swirl his fingers over your clit in measured circles before the two fingers he’s got inside you curl inward in a come hither motion. The sensation has you throwing your head back, a stuttered cry coming from your lips as your fingers tighten in his hair and your unoccupied hand latches onto his strong bicep in search of something, anything to cling to.

His vision darts upward to your face to catch your expression shift to one of pleasure under his touch, thick and heavy desire for you demandant in its need that manifests in the ache of his cock that pulses with need to find its home within your silken walls. He yearns for you so much now that it’s almost painful to bear it when the source of his relief is only a few inches away and, distantly, he thanks the gods above that you’d gotten a birth control implant before you’d both become intimate for there is no greater heaven, he is sure, than when he is burrowing his cock into you velveteen walls and finishing there where he belongs.

He lowers himself to your ear, his warm breath pebbling your skin as he husks, “What do you want me to do to you, baby? Do you want this? Or,” you whimper loudly when his fingers are pulled from your pussy only to hitch your breath upon the hot, hard member he is quick to slide against your generously lubricated folds, the edges of him torturously dragging just above your waiting slit as he smirks darkly, “do you want my fat cock? Fuck, you really just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You mewl when he takes your earlobe between his teeth, his tip brushing along the tender bundle of nerves along your clit, words escaping you beyond his name as you manage, “Jungkook.”

You watch as he angles himself along your sopping entrance, the continued sweep of his dick across your folds an erotic sight that has heat lather itself like honey over your core as you wrap your legs around him in answer. Words elude you like your mind is caught in his maze and with every stroke of his cock between your sensitive labia, your mind is brought to a dead-end that you have the truest of troubles navigating.

Your boyfriend takes your silence as disobedience, both hands laying possessively over pierces you with his commanding gaze, “I asked a question, baby. I require an answer if you want to get fucked,” he punctuates this to mercilessly poke his tip against your entrance while squirm against him, “Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want or else I’m going to tie you up and leave you crying for me on our bed while you get to watch me finish myself off with my own hand.”

His words have fresh arousal depositing itself within your folds as you mewl, but under his ministrations that have him running his cock along your sex, his dick catches your newly released taint when you wrap your legs around him in your effort to encourage him inside and he hisses at the sensation as your labia embrace and enfold around his member as he squeezes your sides tight enough that there will be marks there tomorrow in the shape of his fingertips.

“Tell me now, Y/N, or you’re going to be punished. You’ve been so good, baby. Do you really want to be naughty now?” He rasps as he uses the grip he has on your hips to pull you even closer, the promise of sin flashing dangerously in his eyes through the fringe that falls along them.

Powerless to resist his demand, you submissively whisper, “Want …want your big cock. Want you to fuck me so good with it that I can’t walk and for you to paint my pussy with your seed. God, Jungkook, I want you so much right now. Can I please, please have your cock inside me?”

Your boyfriend leans up to tower imposingly and commandingly over you, excitement flourishing within you in the anticipation of what he’s about to do to you as he smirks while he angles himself toward your entrance and with a flick of a dark brow, he warns, “Prepare yourself, baby, because I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m going to fucking ruin you because that’s what you deserve for getting me so fucking hard for you, (Y/N).”

That is all the caution he gives you before, all in one go, he propels his length inside you with a sharp thrust of his hips. You moan as he enters you and he doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed within you, his tip just barely missing the cluster of nerves hidden within your center as your mouth parts in an ‘o’ shape.

Your walls greet him eagerly and envelop him with fervor only to cause him to groan, “Fuck, baby. How are you still this tight after I fucked your little cunt this morning and last night?”

Lost in the sensation of him buried within you, you can’t find the words to answer him when he starts to impel himself into you without abandon, his irises glazing over in desire as he chases his pleasure. Like this, his bangs hang heavily over him and flit back and forth frenziedly in his ministrations, but you can see his eyes in their entirety now and their darkness seeps straight into your core in the lust that simmers there.

Captured in his consuming gaze, you notice the way that his irises dip from your own to the neglected breasts that bounce in the jostling movement he wracks on you, heat licking up your spine when you watch the tip of his pink tongue hungrily dart across his lips to wet them. Before you realize what’s happened, his hot mouth is upon one of your mounds, his lips suctioning your tit against him with avid voracity as he leaves a purple petal to blossom there under his ministrations. It joins the myriad of others that he’s left from your previous couplings like brands over your skin and you relish in the new addition that marks you as his.

“Shit, I love your tits so much. So soft and warm in my mouth. You really do have the most beautiful breasts, baby.” he mutters as you close your eyes at the sensation of him on you, your fingers leaving their own claim on him as you claw your nails down his back while he pounds into you with vigor. He seems to approve with the way that he speeds his movements like the rabbit he reminds of while in some kind of heat. You throw your head back when his velvety lips enclose around your areola, his hot tongue flicking against your pert nipple unrelentingly as you buck underneath him with a weak, broken mewl. The sinful chuckle that erupts from him is felt before it is heard, the deep thrum of the vibrations dripping right through you and straight to your core that clenches around him in response.

“Please…” You breathe out the only word that can come to mind through the haze of hormones that now cloud your vision.

When you sink one hand into his locks once more to pull at his hair, he makes a sound of disapproval, blown irises heating you like a furnace as he focuses his sight on you when he growls, “I’m not done yet, Y/N. I’m going to suck these pretty nipples of yours until they’re fucking swollen because of me. These,” he blows a warm puff of air against the sensitive areola of your left tit,” are mine. You need to be reminded of that.”

You whimper at that, his other hand palming at your other breast while he rolls your nipple with practiced ease between his fingers. When he punctuates a particularly acute slam of his hips into you with a long, wetted lick of his tongue in a stripe over your engorged bud, that’s what has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you wail, his dick hitting your g-spot with precision that tears the sound from your throat in the way that he pairs it with an agonizingly delicious ministration of his tongue.

He suckles you through it all and when the warmth of his mouth finally leaves you, your breast is freed from him with a ‘pop’ from between his lips and don’t see the way that he’s painted you with his spit, nor the way that he peers longingly at the engorged, abused nipple he’s left in his wake before he’s moving to the other to latch onto your neglected tit like a newborn trying to coax the life-giving essence of milk from you. You cry out when he decides to nip at you, the hand that he’s left on your hip gripping you roughly in effort to keep you in place against his fierce thrusts of his hips inside you.

Before long, you feel your nipple harden under his ministrations and with a groan, he releases you from his mouth only to rise and watch your freshly marked breasts move laboriously up and down in your strained breaths, the gleam of his spit shining prominently under the dimmed lights in the kitchen. Your neck is arched back and your eyes are screwed shut in the picture of submission as you let him use you for his pleasure while he continues to pound into you with the strength of an ox every single time.

You feel fingers grasping your chin to urge you to angle your chin downward as he commands, “Look at me, Y/N. When you’re getting fucked by me, you’re going to watch me and keep those pretty eyes on me so you can burn it into that head of yours that there’s only one man who can make you feel this good.”

If you weren’t panting before, you surely are now as your body heeds his demand, his words playing you like an instrument as heat coils heavily in your core as you take him in cravingly while he coos, “That’s a good girl. So obedient.”

He’s leaning above you now, the muscles of his chest flexing and contracting as he rolls his hips piercingly into you to hit just the right spot time and time again, euphoria steadily building each time. His hair, from all of your attention, is mussed and somehow the man bun he’d been sporting before is looser to allow more of his chocolate tresses to frame his face, his lips reddened from lavishing on your breasts. Sweat sluices his skin everywhere, which somehow makes him even more irresistible as you urge him down for another kiss.

He denies you at first, deciding to smirk cockily as he angles his head and in the movement, you notice the attractive tint of rosiness to his cheeks in the blood that has rushed there through his earlier efforts as he clucks his tongue, “Words, baby. Use that mouth of yours and maybe you’ll get what you want.”

You whine as he rams into you, your vision jerking upward as you wrack your brain to formulate some kind of response through the sea of lust that resides there now. Somehow, you manage, “I-I want another kiss.”

His fingers sink deeper into your waist as he prods, “Yeah? Where do you want my mouth, angel?”

In answer, you take the hand he isn’t holding you with, your digits wrapping around his index finger as you bring it to your mouth to breathe, “Here,” you lower your joined hands in a slow trail down your throat that contradicts the rapid thrusts he impels you with,” here,” you drag his hand through the valley of your breasts until it’s splayed possessively over your stomach, “and here. I want you everywhere, Kookie. Please.”

Your boyfriend licks his lips as he lowers himself down once more to your level as he husks, “Fuck, the things that you do to me, baby. You’ll get what I decide to give you, yeah?”

His mouth descends upon you in a French kiss that puts others to shame, his traitorous tongue leaving no part of your mouth untouched and wrapping possessively around your own in a show of dominance that you have no wish to resist. He presses his lips insistently over yours, consuming you in his wet heat that you relinquish your own mouth to. The hand that had been draped along your side before slides along your waist to relish in your contours, his other hand moving behind your head to hold you there as he drinks his fill of you.

When he breaks for air, you’re breathing heavily and he gives you no time to recover before heavy, lingering kisses are rained down along your jawline and then he’s descending like a stream down the frontal column of your previously marked throat from last night’s exploits with him. He lathers his mouth over you in open-mouthed kisses, his tongue brushing over your sensitive skin while he keen, your back arching up and into him as you press your naked chest against his own to earn a hiss from him while he continues to pound into you relentlessly.

His name leaves your lips in a stuttered breath, “Jungkook.”

Your boyfriend croons, “Be good for me and take it, baby. If you do, I’ll let you cum around my cock.”

Your feel your core tighten and clench compactly around him when his mouth trickles down between your breasts, adding a few more hickeys on the way so that there are now entire constellations of his marks in mottled purples and reds all along your body. When he manages to get to your stomach, that’s when he administers a closed-mouthed kiss that is made domineering by the way his irises peer hotly at you before he parts his lips to lick heatedly above the area of your navel as you whimper out.

With his face inches from your own, you can see the blown out irises that stare hungrily at you, your gaze thirsting to drink him in as the sounds of your coupling fill your ears. With every roll of his hips into you, his balls slap against your pussy mercilessly in combination with the lewd squelches his dick makes as it drives itself into you without pause.

He rams into you now with the might of ten men, your core tightening around him as he groans in his ministrations. He pulls you into him with the hand that is wrapped around your side, your moans joining his when the hand he’d been holding your head with snakes heavily down your body in a hot trail from your neck and then down to your abdomen before stopping torturously just before your glistening folds.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist to urge him where you need him most as you breathe, “C-close, Kookie. I’m almost there. Please, let me cum.”

Your walls are beginning to tense around him with your impending end and he knows how to play your body like an instrument to get it to sing the tune he wants. He watches you plead with your eyes imploringly at him while he denies you what he knows you want most, instead choosing to plunge himself inside you especially hard to cause you to cry out. There is nothing quite like your pussy, nothing quite like the way that you suck him in and refuse to let him go until you’ve ensured that he has released inside you like an uncontrollable pubescent boy learning how to come for the first time.

You make him ravenous and in that appetence, the ambrosia that is you is a delicacy he will never grow tired of. So, he indulges in you and lets himself enjoy your sweet depths for as long as he can until you’re screaming nothing but his name in your need to come undone, your thighs trembling from under him as you curl your fingers unyieldingly around his wrist.

He finally obliges you, his thumb pressing deeply down onto your clit as you wail in pleasure before he’s quickly drawing figure-eight patterns along the bundle of nerves as he pistons in and out of you deliciously. Your walls begin to quiver with your oncoming end and knowing this, your boyfriend stares zealously at you to darkly command, “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cream all over this cock that you love so much.”

It takes one final slam of his hips into you to have his cock bury itself so deep inside your pussy that it perfectly presses against your g-spot while his fingers rapidly attend to your clit before your body instinctively heeds his order, spots erupting behind your eyelids as thousands of tiny, warm presses inside your sex signal your orgasm while you throw your head back, your eyes still locked on him as your mouth parts and you shriek his name out for the entire apartment complex to hear as your climax explodes with the intensity of a firecracker within you.

He groans at that to utter, “That’s right, baby. Let everyone know who has fucked you so good. Tell them all who owns you.”

Your walls flutter and spasm deliciously around him and your boyfriend grunts at the sensation, loving the way you wrap around him like your pussy was made for this and before he knows it, he’s throbbing and following behind you with his own release as he colors your walls with his creamy seed in violent, energetic bursts.

“Mine. You’re mine,” he repeats over and over as you both ride out your orgasms.

You wrap your arms tighter around him to give him a light peck along his jaw as you say, “Yes, Kookie. I’m all yours. I love you so much.”

He catches his breath as you fondly wipe away the sweat that has collected in beads along his forehead while you tenderly tuck his fringe behind one ear before he earnestly tells you, “I love you more.”

Sometime later he feeds you the stew he made for you as you moan in delight at the warm trickle of it down your throat while he spoons it to you from your place on his lap. Your sounds of enjoyment had been quick to get him hard underneath you as you’d knowingly fidgeted in effort to drag your ass over his member that you found yourself longing for once again. Your antics had proven successful in the fervid way he’d eaten you out like a five course meal before you fed him the dessert of your sweet juices before he’d dragged you to the bedroom for round three.

Hours after that find you both well into the night with the window open so that the moonlight can spill in on the two of you atop your shared bed. You are sure to remind him just how much you love him then when he wakes to find you grinding on top of him as you welcome him once more into your wet warmth that has only and will only ever belong to him.

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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Condescending Bitch

Pairing: Thomas Raggi x reader

Wc: 2.5k

Cw(s): swearing, kissing, crying, probably typos (as per usual, tell me if it sucks)

Summary: Reader breaks up with their boyfriend and Thomas consoles them.

Masterlist

If honesty be a virtue, you'd be virtuous to plainly say you'd fallen out of love with your boyfriend and you had done so a while ago. It wasn't deliberate, it was a gradual fizz wherein you found your heart warming for someone else. You felt horrible about it and that guilt had been eating at you. There was no cheating, but you didn't think you'd be able to avoid it for much longer. Not to mention, it wasn't only the non-existent feelings, Luca was just an asshole when you weren't blinded by love.

There comes a time where one must throw in the towel, and now was that time for you.

You couldn't do it at a restaurant; knowing Luca, he'd cause a scene. You couldn't do it at some meeting place; it would ruin that place forever and ever to both of you. And that shit's just not fair.

In the end, you couldn't make the decision. So you put every single item of Luca's clothing in a bag (and a couple things he'd left around your flat), and drove over to his house while you still had the nerve. You'd gathered and lost the nerve a couple times before, but the plan was already in motion now. Hell, there was no plan, but whatever you were raring to do was up and running.

You drove straight to Luca's mother's house in record time. Time flies when you're laser focused.

"Y/n!" Luca's mother exclaimed joyfully as you entered the kind looking house. How someone like Luca came out of Mrs. Batali was a wonder in and of itself. Once Mrs. Batali spotted the bag in your hand, she frowned. "Has something happened, Bambino?"

Somehow, the hardest part of this breakup would be bidding goodbye to Luca's mother, and not Luca himself. You sighed, "I'm sorry, Signora. Luca and I have been having issues for a while now."

"Oh, don't be sorry, Bambino." The older lady's kind smile returned to her face, which struck a heart string you hadn't even known existed. Mrs. Batali swayed toward you, in all of her vanilla scented goodness. She hugged you around your neck loosely, which you returned around her wide hips. "You're always welcome for dinner and a roof. Don't let the stupid boy stop you from seeing me."

God gave two gifts to this world; one of them was Mrs. Batali.

A smile cracked across your face as your chest continued to tighten and hurt. You loved this family like your own, and you loved Luca at some point. So many memories were made in the throws of this relationship, and it was all going to be thrown out the window by you. But it was too late now.

"Ti amo." Mrs. Batali placed a kiss to your forehead which made your smile even more genuine. She patted your shoulder, finally releasing you from her motherly grasp. Sadly, she raised her arm to the stairs to Luca's bedroom. "I'll be down here, if you need me."

You smiled once more to the older lady and bowed your head in silent thanks. If you uttered a word, the word would lead to tears. It seemed the two of you knew this.

It was the last thing you wanted to do right now, but you had to seal the deal.

Without your consent, your feet began moving toward the stairs then up the stairs. Your heart beat in sickening rhythm with your footsteps, but your heart seemed more heavy than your feet. It was ridiculous. You were ready to throw up, pee, or meltdown - you didn't know which one, if it was one at all.

At long last, after walking down the longest hallway of your life, you stood in front of Luca's closed door. You remembered all the times you'd breeze in, going straight into Luca's arms for a kiss. His breath wasn't always good and he was a bad kisser, but he made you feel infatuation. Now it only seemed a fraction of what you felt for the other person. Yes, God, that was why you had to do this.

You knocked. Your heart was deafening.

"Come in!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You pushed open the door, feeling like you were having a heart attack. Luca smiled brightly at you from the light of his computer. Then he laid eyes on the bag. Don't know how, it was dark as fuck in the room. And smelt of cheap body spray and dirty clothes.

"Hey, Babe, I wasn't expecting you," Luca smiled, trying to act off the bag of his clothes and gifts in your hand. You flicked on the light as he stood up to close the door behind you.

This room is fucking disgusting. It was truly noxious.

"Alright, Luca, sit down, we've got to talk," you told him, putting on your bravest and thickest voice. It worked because the air in the room changed. The air grew thick and impossible to breath. It could've been cut with a knife. Luca sat on his bed, hands in his lap. You placed the bag on the ground and sighed, "We're breaking up."

For a second, he was unresponsive. Luca didn't say a word until he looked you in the eye, what felt like a full minute later. His bottom lip quivered. "You're dumping me?"

"You can tell people you dumped me, I don't mind," you quipped, trying to make the situation better. You did not, in fact, make the situation better. You potentially made it about thirteen times worse.

"No, you're not." Luca stood up again. Your breath caught in your throat. "We're not breaking up."

He took a few quick steps to you. You stood your ground, trying to be as brave as possible. Your mask was slipping. The last thing you wanted right now was for Luca to see that you were cracking under his gaze. That would be fucking horrendous.

All of a sudden, Luca barked out a laugh. He looked like a madman. "This is about that Thomas bitch, isn't it?" You didn't answer, and your facial expressions gave nothing away. Then Luca snapped, "Isn't it?!"

"If you want to fucking shout, we can shout," you seethed. Luca blinked angrily at you. "We're adults - act like it."

"You're a condescending bitch."

"And you're an ugly prick, but I've never complained about that. You've called me a condescending bitch about 3 times and a flat-out bitch more than a dozen," you recalled quickly, with venom dripping off each syllable. It shut Luca up. However, he began to cry. You felt nothing but hatred now. "You're one pathetic bitch to be crying over the girl who you treat like a fucking doormat." Luca only cried harder. No sympathy. You spun on your heel and opened the door.

Without a glance back, you left.

Mrs. Batali smiled at you on your way out and gave you a freshly baked bun, which you thanked her profusely for.

It didn't take long for reality to set in, however. The adrenaline faded as you drove back to your flat complex. You began crying at the wheel and completely broke down in the car park. Tears streamed down your face like rivers, snot clogged your nose. Your mouth tasted horrible so you started to eat the bun Mrs. Batali had baked. It was so good that you started crying harder.

How the fuck could you do that? At this point, you were too sad to give a fuck about sobbing in a car park at 6 in the evening. You just threw in the towel of a year long relationship, in the blink of an eye. Like it was nothing and meant nothing to you whatsoever, which wasn't true at all. You felt like a horrible person.

Your chest clogged up with emotions and stale air, your throat grew a lump that you couldn't swallow down. Now you were the pathetic one. Crying in a shitbox car over your ex while eating fucking bread.

A tap on the window scared the Jesus out of you.

When you looked at the source, the other person was looking right back at you, looking worried and confused. Leave it to Thomas to look sad just because you were sad. Thomas looked so fucking good even though a blur of teary eyelashes. He made the hand crank motion, so you rolled down your window.

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked. You just started laughing. What a stupid fucking question. Thomas began chuckling, realizing how stupid it was himself. "Fair enough. Fancy a cup of tea and a chat or shall I leave you to your car bread?"

How the fuck could he make you laugh in times like these?

You smiled then shooed him away from your car door so you could open it. He obliged and moved back, for you to get out, still with bread and keys in hand. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows as you two began walking back to the flat complex you both lived in. "Aren't you going to roll up the window?"

"How the fuck is anyone meant to steal it when all the windows are up?" It was your turn to earn a laugh from Thomas. Thomas' laugh hit your ear like honey. The sort of honey that your mother gave you to cure your sore throat before nursery. It was soothing and just the right thing for the situation.

As you walked up the stairs with Thomas, you realized he was taking you to his flat. To be fair, he was the one who offered you tea. What's he going to do? Offer you your own tea?

Thomas unlocked the ugly blue door of his flat that everyone in the building had a copy of. The second you both walked into the flat, warmth enveloped you, along with sandalwood and spices from Thomas' extensive spice cabinet. He must have been cooking earlier because it smelt Heavenly. Everything was in perfect place with just the right amount of mess and disorganization to make it seem like a home.

"I'll put the kettle on, sit anywhere," Thomas instructed after you both took your shoes off. You were wearing ratty trainers while Thomas was wearing perfectly clean Vans.

You nodded and flung yourself on one of his couches with a sigh. The couch was soft, warm and welcoming and you felt tired from crying and yelling and just the day in general. It was a shit day, that started with your toast burning and ended with this shit. A nap would really do good.

However, Thomas had other plans entirely. He placed a purple mug, full of tea with what looked like your golden ratio of milk and sugar. Thomas was your best friend, of course he knew your golden ration. You knew his. With a smile, you sat up which allowed Thomas to sit beside you and drape his arm over the back of the couch.

"Feel like telling me why you were crying in your car?" Thomas asked. You laughed lightly and sipped the piping hot tea.

"Broke up with Luca about-" you checked a clock. "-30 minutes ago."

As horrible as it sounds, Thomas' face lit up. His facial features remained the same but his beautiful green eyes lit up like candles in a dark room. "Is that so?"

"He called me a condescending bitch."

"So he hasn't gotten a new script," Thomas smiled. You chuckled lightly and sniffed. Your nose was still clogged from all the crying. You just didn't feel like blowing your nose like an elephant in front of Thomas right now. "He'll never get the chance to get a new script for you now."

"Thank God above," you sighed out with a laugh to your words. Thomas smiled. "I'll miss his mum though. Wonderful lady."

Thomas sipped his own tea and you discretely moved closer to him. It wasn't as discrete as you'd thought because Thomas picked up and moved a bit closer to you with a stupid smile on his face. "So how'd it go down?"

Like friends do, you told him everything, down to the detail. All but Luca being right, with Thomas being the other man who'd stolen your heart. That wouldn't be a key detail here because the last thing you needed today was to dump your boyfriend then directly after scare your best friend away from you forever.

But he wasn't scared off by you telling him Luca though you were leaving him for Thomas. Thomas actually smirked at that part, like the thought amused him. You didn't think anything of it actually, except for how cute Thomas was when he was smirking.

Eventually, the conversation faded and you were hip to hip with Thomas. With a sigh, he rested your head in the crook of Thomas' neck. His feather soft hair tickled the side of your face but you wanted nothing else for the moment. The scent of Thomas' cologne was prominent when you were this close to him, but you weren't going to complain about that. His arm fell from the back of the couch to around your shoulders.

Feeling Thomas' head turn to you, you looked up at him. Thomas' hand lightly squeezed you arm. Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought you were imagining Thomas observing your face.

Those gorgeous green eyes that you could stare into all day were scanning your face gently. They landed on your lush lips, then back to your eyes. All it took was a small nod for Thomas to lean in.

It was slow. It was slow, but undeniably sweet. The passion was palpable the minute your lips met his, just as you had been dreaming of for months now. His pillow-like lips were perfectly moisturized, but not over-saturated. The lip balm he used was strawberry flavoured and you'd never admired strawberry flavoured lip balm as you were in this moment.

As suddenly as it began, it ended.

Thomas leaned back for a second, looking guilty. "You need time to get over Luca, this is wrong."

"I've been over Luca for months." You placed a kiss to his lips, which Thomas accepted for a second, then backed out of again. You groaned. "Thomas, Luca was right. I'm in love with you."

In a stunned silence, Thomas' cheeks turned bright red. A broad smile grew on his face and you felt confident in your confession. You meant it, surely, but now you were confident that you did the right thing in telling Thomas.

"I've been in love with you since we went to the Capitoline." Thomas' voice cracked as he made his confession. Your heart bustled with warmth. He'd been pining for you all this time just to watch you run with Luca.

You couldn't take your aching heart. Grabbing Thomas' face gently, you pressed your lips to his again. He gladly returned this kiss with fervour and renewed zeal. Nothing else mattered while your lips were joined with Thomas' lips. Nothing would ever be able to induce the utter happiness and peace you'd felt in this moment.

After the kiss lasting for a while, Thomas pulled you to sit on his lap. He cupped your sweet face gently and smiled into your brilliant eyes. He kissed your nose. "May I tell you something else, Y/n?"

"Anything."

"I don't think you're a condescending bitch."

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sunlight-moonrise · 3 years

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Patience is a Virtue (Ralvez x Reader Imagine)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until Luke shows up, and he doesn’t like when his lovers mess around without him.

A/N: Hey heyyyy. We have here a PolyAm Ralvez x Reader fic. This is my first time writing a threesome and it was a lot harder than I thought. Once again, a big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for making this story nice and neat for everyone. This is my NSFW story dedicated to the lovely @httpnxtt Enjoy!

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: M/F/M Threesome, Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Penetrative Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Spitting/Spit Swallowing, Degradation/Praise, Slight Marking

Word Count: 3.2K

Masterlist

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I stared at the grandfather clock by the wall, watching the larger hand tick as each second passed by at a slow and tortuous pace. I absolutely hated waiting. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an impatient person, I just didn’t appreciate my time being wasted. There are a bunch of things that I could be doing right now, such as making out with my boyfriend, but I had to wait. Why?

“Please stop tapping your foot,” Spencer said, “you’re making me nervous.”

Because our boyfriend said so.

Luke was back at Quantico, doing god knows what, while Spencer and I were instructed to wait for his return. This was not unusual, Luke regularly asked us to wait for him. He didn’t want to miss out on the fun. His excuse was that Spencer and I spent more than enough time without him already, since the both of us were in a relationship before he met us. However, it has been hours already, and I was terribly, utterly horny.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I groaned loudly as I shifted my body towards my boyfriend. He glanced at me shortly before returning his attention back to whatever was on TV.

“Spencerrrr,” I whined, my hands making their way towards his legs. He gently caught them with one of his, placing them back on me.

“No, you know what would happen if we try anything.”

A shiver went down my spine as a flash of a memory resurfaced. Luke had us both on our knees, making us take turns sucking him off. His pleasure was the only priority for that evening. Of course, he made it up to us the following morning with breakfast in bed and an orgasm each.

That was a fun time, but the memory only made me crave Spencer even more right now.

“Please baby, I want you so badly. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.” My hands slowly glided back to his pants and this time he didn’t push them away.

“We shoul-” a groan cut him off as I slightly squeezed his growing erection.

“How would he find out?” I moved my body closer to his, pressing my chest against his arm. “I’m so wet for you Spencer, please.”

“I-I don’t know. Luke would be really upset if he finds out.”

“Just one kiss. Or two. That’s all, I promise.”

I moved to sit on his lap, making sure his hard erection was against my clothed center. I pressed my lips against his throat, enjoying the sound of the small gasp he released from his mouth.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

I continued to press small kisses against the column of his throat as I slowly grinded my hips against his. Spencer placed his hands on my waist, his grip still shy and hesitant. I had him almost where I wanted him, I just needed to push a little bit more.

“And what do we have here,” a low voice stated from behind me. I felt Spencer tense underneath me as we both locked our eyes on our boyfriend. Luke was leaning his weight against the wall, his face void of any emotions. But Spencer and I knew better.

“Hey there babe, we were just uhhhh warming up for you. Right, Spence?” I turned my attention back to Spencer, hoping he will help soothe the predicament we caught ourselves in. However, he stayed silent, his head facing downward in a state of guilt.

“I could’ve sworn I said no touching until I got back. Or was I mistaken?”

“Well, you see, what had happened wa—” My attempt to swindle our way out of any punishment was cut off.

“I don’t want to hear it. The both of you go to the bedroom. Now.”

Spencer stood up, with me practically having to jump off him to avoid falling on the floor. If I had to bet, I’d say he was more excited than scared. He would never admit it, but we all know he loved Luke’s punishments. I was just the more vocal one between the two of us.

I followed after Spencer, going through the usual protocol. Luke likes us to be stripped down to our underwear. We sat on the bed, a good amount of distance between us so that Luke wouldn’t try to add another penalty to whatever he was going to give us.

We waited a few minutes before the door opened with a creak. Thank the mighty above that he decided not to make us wait for many more hours.

I kept my eyes downwards, waiting for further instruction. I heard Luke make his way towards Spencer before a sharp gasp was heard. The lewd sounds of sucking and moaning almost made me turn my head. Luke knows I love watching them together, but I can’t lift my head without permission. I did my best to keep my eyes on my lap as I heard them make out with one another.

I don’t know how long I waited, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours, before I heard them finally pull apart. Between the deep intakes of breath from the both of them, I assume it was a lengthy amount of time.

“I am proud of you for at least following this one rule cariña,” Luke panted, his words coming out a bit husky as he still tried to catch his breath, “Look at me.”

With greedy eyes, I looked at his face and took him all in. His lips were red and puffy, the leftover saliva keeping them moist. His hair was wild, as if a certain genius ran his hands through it. His chest moved up and down, eventually dwindling to an even pace.

He came closer to me, tucking two of his thick fingers under my chin to lift my head up so that I can focus solely on his lustful dark brown eyes. “Spencer,” he called, eyes still on mine, “come here.”

Within milliseconds, Spencer stood up next to Luke, awaiting further instruction. He was always more of a doer than a talker when in this role. Luke grabbed his hands as they took a few steps away from me. “Let’s give our darling girl a little show. Take my clothes off me.”

With greedy and excited hands, Spencer removed Luke’s button-down and undershirt. His fingers traced the soft skin of Luke’s chest as he made his way toward the pants. He took his time taking off Luke’s jeans and socks, enjoying the few moments at being on his knees in front of our man.

Lucky son of a bitch.

When Luke was finally in his boxers, he told Spencer to take a seat on the bed again before coming back to me. He grabbed my waist, forcing me to stand and pulling me against his body. He was so cool, which help to calm my overheated skin.

“What should I do with you, cariña, hmmm?”

I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to give him any ideas. He rubbed small circles on my hips as he contemplated what to do with me. He hummed a small tune while his eyes displayed a playful mischief.

“Ahhh, I have an idea. Babe, lie down on your back for me. You deserve a treat,” he told Spencer while he removed my underwear.

As soon as he released me, I went straight to Spencer. I knew what Luke wanted us to do without him outright saying it. I straddled Spencer’s waist and shimmied up to his face until my core was level to his mouth.

“The other way,” Luke called out, “I want to see you.” I hastily switched position, almost falling to my side. If it wasn’t for Spencer’s hands on my thighs, I would have had a face full of blankets right now.

“Go on.”

And with that, Spencer started using his mouth on me. I gasped as he slowly left soft kisses before moving his tongue from slit to clit in a tantalizing motion. I was already wet from earlier, but I was practically a puddle now. If there was one thing that Spencer was amazing at, it was eating a girl out. Or well, giving oral in general. He is a giver and knows how to work that amazing mouth in multiple ways.

I cried out when he closed his mouth over my clit and started to gently suck. He groaned when I pressed my hands down on his chest, the vibration causing my body to shudder. His hands on my thighs kept my trembling body as steady as possible. This is going to be over quickly if he continued on like this. I picked my head up to look at Luke, watching as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Give her a little more Spencer.”

A thick, long digit slowly replaced the tongue that was inside me. Similar to his mouth, Spencer was talented with his hands. Those dexterous fingers were a gift, and I was a happy recipient. His mouth returned to my clit, his tongue flicking against it as he curled his finger in a come hither motion. I let out a whispered curse as my eyes closed.

“Put another finger in her, Spencer.”

Spencer did as he was told, sliding a second digit inside of me. My high pitch moans were in harmony with the boys’ heavy breathing. I tried to stay still, but couldn’t help but grind slowly against Spencer’s face. I focused my attention back at Luke, only to see him softly fisting himself behind his boxers. Damn, I want nothing more than to have a closer look at him.

As if he read my mind, Luke came closer, his fist still pumping his thick cock. My mouth salivated in an instant, craving the feel of salty skin gliding against my tongue. I stuck my tongue out, hoping he would be nice and give me what I wanted.

For a moment, I thought he would do just that as he released his dick, removed his boxers, and climbed on the bed, straddling Spencer’s lower waist. Instead, he grabbed my hair harshly, forcing me to look up at him. With my mouth still opened wide for him, Luke looked directly into my eyes as he spit in my mouth. Without prompt, I swallowed greedily, showcasing my tongue for him again.

“You’re such a dirty little bitch, cariña,” Luke laughed. The sweet pet name combined with the degrading title had me whimpering for more attention. I wanted more. I needed more. I moved my head, just enough to capture Luke’s lips with my own. Luke quickly pulled away to glare at me while I wore a coy smile on my face.

“You greedy little girl,” was all he said as he delved back down. His lips were always soft, which contrasted with the way he would roughly kiss me. His stubble rubbed harshly against my face, his tongue sliding greedily against my own. His hands still fisted in my hair held me in place as he controlled our intense kiss.

The feeling of two tongues inside of me had me rising closer and closer to my climax. My legs started to shake as a shiver went through my spine. I focused on the pleasure they were giving me. I moaned loudly into Luke’s mouth while Spencer continued the even pace of his fingers and tongue. I was so close to my release and just when I was about to let go, Luke pulled away from me and said the worst two words a person could hear at a moment like this.

“Spencer, stop.”

Spencer instantly paused his movements, my orgasm waning along with it. I glared at Luke, telepathically telling him how much I hated him at that moment.

You fucking smug haughty beautiful bastard.

“Fix that face before I change my mind about potentially rewarding you,” Luke stressed out.

I immediately pouted at his words, casting my eyes down so that he didn’t see the anger that still lingered within them.

“Cariña, move down. Spencer, stay just like that,” he said, his voice carrying a softer tone as he moved down a bit to make room for me.

Just like before, I shimmied my body down until I was at Spencer’s waist. With Luke’s help, Spencer’s boxers were tossed somewhere across the room and I was hovering over his length. Spencer and I both gasped once he entered me. I slowly moved my hips down until he was bottomed out inside of me. Luke placed his hands on my waist as he moved me up and down, controlling the pace.

Spencer’s fists were clutching the sheets beneath him as he tried his best not to buck his hips. We were both trying to be good to avoid further punishment. It was bad enough that we’d barely seen each other’s faces this whole time. Luke knew I was a sucker for Spencer’s orgasm face.

Luke pressed a kiss on my forehead and dipped his head to leave bites and kisses on my throat. I could feel my body heat up the more his plush lips pressed against me. He released my waist, silently telling me to go on as he continued his descent, nibbling and marking the skin on my chest and stomach.

I nearly screamed once I felt his lips and tongue on my sensitive clit. From the way Spencer’s hips staggered and moans increased in volume, it is safe to assume that Luke was avidly lapping the both of us. The sound of deep whines, heavy moans, and high squeals occupied the bedroom. The coil in my belly was getting tighter and tighter, a telltale sign that I was once again rising close to the edge. I just needed a few more thrusts, a bit more pressure.

I barely noticed when Luke pulled away, but I did register the deep timbre of his voice saying, “Stop.”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, not again. Spencer’s hips stuttered, but didn’t fully stop until Luke smacked and harshly gripped his thigh.

“Luke, please,” Spencer begged, as if he was a wounded animal. I also shared my displeasure at being stopped for the second time in a matter of minutes. All Luke did was chuckle at us, amused by our antics.

“Good things come to those who wait,” was all he said as he stood up.

He instructed Spencer to sit up and lean his back against the headboard while I go on all fours facing him. We quickly followed suit, hoping to finally get some kind of release.

“Good, now cariña, I want you to be nice and let Spencer use your mouth.”

He didn’t have to say more. I happily open my mouth to allow him entry. The mixed taste of the both of us further invigorated me to take him deeper in my mouth.

“You can touch.” I heard Luke say to which Spencer eagerly accepted. He held strands of my hair in his large hands, but did nothing else. I glance up to see his face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth open while his head leaned back on the headboards. I loved looking at him like that, it was arousing and encouraging. I moved my head up, leaving just the tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him and sucked a bit harder, relishing the way he tightened his grip on my hair.

I felt the bed dip as Luke got on it again. I knew he was behind me, feeling the heat he emitted on my skin. He rubbed two fingers against my already slippery folds, spreading the slick everywhere. I heard him sigh before once again placing his hands on my hips, the blunt head of his cock thumped against my clit. I raised my hips higher, presenting myself as an offering for his pleasure.

Luke entered me slowly, lazily, taking his time so that I could feel every inch of him inside me. I moaned and gurgled around the cock still in my mouth. Spencer’s hands yanked me off him as he took deep breaths. His eyes kept darting between Luke and me, pleading for someone to allow him to do something.

“Go ahead babe, you’ve been so good for me,” Luke praised.

Spencer looked at my face, silently asking permission. I nodded my head, opening my mouth again for him. Still being the soft sweet boy for the night, he gently entered my mouth, lightly moving my head up and down.

Luke started quickening his pace, smacking his hips against mine. His balls would slap my clit the harder he thrust in me. The contrast between the rough and hard from behind with the soft and gentle from the front had my mind spiraling.

“You like this don’t you,” Luke growled out, hunching his form so that his chest was pressed against my back, his words being hissed at my ear. “You like being filled up at both ends.”

All I could do was moan as they both used me. I maneuvered one hand to massage Spencer’s balls, sucking harder with every up stroke. The extra stimulation was just enough for him to cry out and release himself. He came like a freight train, heavy and fast and all too much all at once. I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth and Spencer slipped out of me with the leftover fluid landing on his lower stomach.

“It’s your turn now cariña,” Luke moaned. He hitched one of my legs up and the new angle had me seeing stars. I couldn’t hold in the cries and shrieks no matter how much I wanted to. I was wailing as I finally, finally, was given release. My arms were too weak to hold me up so I had my face pressed down on the sheets beneath me.

Luke continued to pound harder and faster inside of me, chasing after his own release. His grip on my hips got harder, his nails digging into my skin, as his pace stuttered to an uneven pace. A few more thrusts and he had my hips pressed against his as I felt him spasm inside of me while I continued to contract around him.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out and went to the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath while Spencer was in a nearly comatose state. Luke returned with wipes in his hand as he cleaned the both of us from the sticky mess we made. He led me to the bathroom to relieve myself while giving Spencer some water. He also helped us put our pajamas on. Soon we were all cuddled up in bed, holding on to each other with happy, sleepy smiles gracing our faces.

“I love you guys,” I said, snuggling impossibly closer to them. Spencer giggled at my antics, his long limps wrapped around the both of us before drowsily mumbling he loves us too. We waited, peeking one eye open to see if Luke would say it back.

“I love you guys too, even if you’re both a couple of brats.”

We laughed with him, because we all know that he loved our bratty sides the most. I drifted to sleep, in the comfortable embrace of the men I love most in the world.

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thesafecafe · 3 years

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Mafia! Ateez Reaction: Rushing their S/O for last minute plans (4/8, hyung line)

Summary: You’ve been working and busy all week, and it seems that you have no time to relax. But finally, when you get some time to yourself, in bursts your husband to drag you off last minute, trying to interrupt your plans of relaxation.

Seonghwa:

Punctuality was a virtue to him

He required it of everyone around him

Including you

Ironic, seeing as he was set to meet with a few other mafia bosses and their wives for dinner and decided to turn it into a last minute date

Usually, you would have been prepared to find the perfect dress/suit, but he only told you a day in advance

You normally had at least a week to put everything together, since you could plan after work, but not this time

Which is why you were ignoring your husband’s calls as you flitted around the bathroom in a hurry

“Y/N! Come on babe, we’re gonna be late!”

“Oh shut up Seonghwa! You know damn well this is not my fault, you barely told me yesterday!:

Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open, right as you were throwing off your robe

Seonghwa stood there with his arms crossed

You proceeded to ignore his stark gaze and continued to try and dress yourself

Keyword try

Seonghwa walked over to you, grabbing your wrists

“Boy what are you- mmf!”

He had planted his plush lips on yours, forgetting entirely about the meeting

“We can have date night inside, babe”

Hongjoong:

It was a busy week

You barely had any time to yourself at all the entire week

You’d be taking care of a sick and cranky toddler

Your older children had to get to school and soccer practice

You had to help Hongjoong with papers

There were doctor’s appointments

You had to watch your sister’s children

They were louder and rowdier than yours, and broke several of your vases

You had to meal prep for the week

You had to get the car detailed

Make dinner, breakfast, and lunch

Do everyone’s laundry

Make sure the house was clean for your PTA meeting

And plan for Hongjoong’s business meeting next week

All in all, you were exhausted

Thankfully, your parents offered to take your kids for the weekend

So here you were, relaxing in your lavender scented bathroom

Candles softly glowing as you stepped into the steaming water, your sore muscles easing in appreciation

But just as you leaned back, in burst a wild blur of speeding blueberry

aka, your husband

“Babe, c’mon! I just made reservations at that famous steak place you wanted to go to! We have to go or we’ll be late!”

Not in the slightest amused, you sat stubbornly, refusing your husband’s wishes

“Kim Hongjoong, it has been a very long and hard week. I love you, but if I so much as hear another peep from you while I’m in this bathroom, I am cutting your balls off and feeding them to the dog!”

Hongjoong gulped, scurrying out of the bathroom. He was glad he’s made reservations for tomorrow as well.

Yunho:

You were finally coming back from a stressful family event

You hadn’t wanted to go in the first place

Your family was annoying, overbearing, and somewhat toxic at times

But your step-mom was a sweetheart, and she hadn’t seen you since you gave birth to your last child

She wanted to “see you before the next one popped”

So you agreed to go for her

Yunho declined going, claiming he had “business to attend to”

Sent some of him men to help protect you though

You put on your best maternity dress

You packed your 4 kids in the car and headed out

Once you got there, you could already feel the judgmental stares of your aunts and cousins

They always talked bad about you, especially after you married a made man in the mafia

You ignored them, going straight for your step mom and engaging in conversation with her and your dad

Your kids were next to you, calmly eating after your parents had fixed them a plate

Some of their older cousins came over, likely looking to play with the cousins they rarely saw

But, after exchanging some harsh sounding words with her cousin, your daughter reeled back, and punched the HELL out of the bigger girl’s nose

You could’ve sworn the whole park heard the crack of your niece’s

The whole party was silently in shock, before you kid broke the silence by calmly stating

“Don’t ever talk about my mom like that, you little bitch”

Of course that started a large argument between you and your aunts

Your step mom sent you home, before Yunho’s men would have to step in

But as soon as you and your kids stepped in Yunho loudly greeted you, declaring that you all had to get back in the car so you could go to an amusement park (he’d spent the morning getting tickets)

This of course earned him 9 distasteful looks, including the guards

“What? What’d I say?” He wondered out loud as you all filed past him, going to take naps after your terrible afternoon

Yeosang:

This boy has a habit of doing this

Yeosang was mostly quiet, so you never knew what he was planning

He was spontaneous however, and he decided that today would be a perfect day to take his Queen and his little princess out for the day

The very day that your daughter had a physical scheduled

Yeosang got all dressed up

Got his lil bucket hat and sunscreen ready

Prepared a lunch for all three of you

Only to get his poor little heart broken when your daughter reminded him that today was physical day

“But princess, do you really wanna be stuck in that awful doctor’s office with needles when you could be with mommy and daddy all day? We could even bring your tea set?”

Pouted when she insisted that she needed to go to the doctor to “be a healthy princess” and reminded him that he was the one who taught her that

Crossed his arms and was moody the whole way to the appointment

Practically dragged himself out of the car, stomping his feet as you made your way inside

Made one last attempt to persuade his daughter to go with his idea

“One last chance: jailbreak, now or never! What do you say?”

She only giggled at him, shaking her head

Complained in the back during the physical

“What’s even the point of this? Her temperature is normal”

“I could have done this at home” “Is there even any need for-”

He complained so much, it made even the doctor’s eye twitch

Seeing how tense the atmosphere was becoming, you asked the doctor to hand you a syringe

When Yeosang looked up, you had it pointed at his neck