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Note: Wow, the roommate!Simon story blew up. Anyway, here's part 2.
Following his conversation with Johnny, Simon begins to think. He begins to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he’s developing feelings for you. Why else would he be so protective and mad when the sergeant talks this way about you? The thought scares him at first.
For one, being near him is a death sentence, he saw that with his family. He can’t even imagine surviving losing someone he loved again. Then there is another thing, the fact he isn’t sure you would return his feelings. If you didn’t, as he suspects, living with you would be torture, and he’s honestly too lazy to look for a new place to stay.
The next time he arrives home in the middle of the day, the apartment is empty since you’re at your workplace most probably. Not seeing your face brighten at the sight of him makes his heart ache, but he knows you’ll be home in two or three hours, so he can most certainly survive that by lying down to catch up on sleep. He leaves a post-it for you on the small table next to the front door where you always put your keys, warning you that he’s back home.
He’s woken by the smell of fresh coffee and something sweet. When he checks the clock on his bedside, he notices it’s past seven, which means he slept a good four hours without interruptions. The new record of the past weeks as the most he slept peacefully was two hours tops. He climbs out of bed and goes to the living room, surprised to see you in the kitchen, humming a song to yourself as you admire the neatly cut brownies on the kitchen island.
“You’re awake!” you exclaim happily, quickly pressing a button on the coffee machine to make him some coffee too, then pick up an empty plate and put a slice of brownie on it. “Welcome home. Here, try this. I thought you might use some homemade things after being away for so long.”
That damn smile of yours. It’s wide, happy, and it easily warms his heart and makes him smile too. Your good mood is infectious and he finds himself stuffing the cookie into his mouth as he stands next to you, nudging your side with his hip playfully. “It’s perfect, thank you,” he says while chewing, earning a roll of your eyes. You hate it when someone talks with their mouth full, so he quickly swallows the remains and goes, “Sorry.”
You shake your head with a laugh then turn away to get his coffee. Simon can’t help but wonder if this is how things would always be if you were his wife, if you would be this kind and caring all the time. He certainly could get used to this. He wouldn’t believe he deserves all the love, but he would definitely enjoy your attention.
“What got you thinking so hard?”
Simon lets out a questioning hum before realizing he zoned out for a while. “You,” he replies honestly.
“Me?”
“Mm-hmm.” Before you could ask more questions, he moves in front of you, trapping you between the kitchen island and his body as he leans down to you. “I had an interesting conversation with someone and it got me thinking while I was gone,” he says with his lips moving so close he almost kisses you. “Do you have any idea how much I miss you when I’m deployed? How many times do I wonder what you’re doing while I’m away?”
It’s easy to tell, especially from this close, that your heart is racing and your breath is caught in your throat as you watch him. Your eyes are moving back and forth between his lips and his eyes, unable to decide what to focus on. You’re both under a spell that he doesn’t want to break, in fact he wants this moment to last forever, this anticipation before he finally makes up his mind to kiss you. He wants to do it, but he can’t help but think about whether or not you would be against it.
Maybe he thinks too much, maybe his brain is too focused on the negative thoughts, and before he knows it, you move your head to capture his lips with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. Simon is aware that he has issues. He understands that his brain is only on high alert because deep down he doesn’t believe he deserves your attention. After all, he’s not a good man. Well, not always. He does his job like a good little soldier, but the lines are blurry between good and bad.
He knows that you know this too. Shortly after he moved in and found out what he did for a living, you had a lot of questions, many that he simply wasn’t allowed to answer. But you probably sensed that he was keeping things to himself, certain aspects of this position that civilians would never understand. He didn’t want to scare you away, he didn’t want you to throw him out, so he kept his mouth shut. You knew that and never pried for more information.
When your nails dig into the skin on his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer, Simon finally returns to the moment, returning your delicious kiss while his hands grab your ass and help you on the counter behind you. His lips trail from your lips to the shell of your ear, whispering praises until he feels your hands moving to his belt.
As much as he wants that, he knows he has to stop you. So he reaches down to grab your hands, pulling them away and lacing his fingers with yours as he kisses the tip of your nose. “Not yet, love. Let’s go on a proper date first, yeah?” he asks you with a small smile.
You whine, then you beg for more, asking him why you have to go on a date when you've been living together for over a year now. He tells you that the reason is simple; he spent a bigger part of it away from home so you have to get to know each other.
“I know you, Simon,” you push on, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his forearm as you speak. When you see the determination in his eyes, you finally let out a sigh of defeat and say, “Okay, fine. Let's go on a date first. But don't even think about something fancy. Let's keep it simple.”
With a short laugh, he leans down to give you a quick kiss. “Understood.”
Later in the evening, way past eleven, the two of you finally say goodnight and he returns to his room. There's a message waiting on his phone, one that came from Johnny. “I’ll send her a DM if you won't introduce me,” it says.
“Better not. She's taken,” he replies.
#ghost#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#simon riley x reader#mw2#modern warfare#mw3#john soap mactavish#john mactavish
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－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI
dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.
pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader
rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)
tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!
word count ✷ 1.7k
a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo
[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]
typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.
dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.
he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.
suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.
ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.
so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.
it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—
"y/n, are you even listening?"
you cleared your throat, "hmm?"
he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."
now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.
you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."
he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"
you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."
dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"
you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.
"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.
its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.
he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.
dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.
soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.
"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.
just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.
your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.
his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.
"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.
he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.
"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"
he sighed, "shit..."
"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.
you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.
his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.
you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.
"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.
his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.
when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.
"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.
"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.
you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.
"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.
"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.
"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.
soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.
you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.
"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.
as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.
he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.
you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.
it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.
you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.
"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.
he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."
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"I’m certain I’m not the only millennial who feels we as a nation have taken a dizzying turn when it comes to drugs. I remember a uniformed police officer showing up once a week in 5th Grade (a year before Sex Ed) to explain how to avoid buying and taking drugs. Luckily, I already knew the dangers of the drug trade because I had seen The Usual Suspects. I knew cocaine was a bad thing to buy, sell, or steal, especially from a drug kingpin. The D.A.R.E. program, however, let me know how important it was to say no to anything fun, including alcohol. At least until I understood a little algebra first. We did role-playing exercises where we walked one by one toward the portly police officer and he casually asked if we wanted to hit a mimed joint with him. All we had to do was say “no” and walk to the other side of the room, defying the only rule I knew about improv. We wrote essays about how important it was to preserve our pristine bodies and minds, obviously unsullied since we had yet to take the class teaching us how puberty was going to defile them both. I’m still mad that my friend Nicole’s essay beat mine in a contest, and she got to read hers in front of the whole school all because she had the benefit of an older brother who took too much acid and sat in her room all night talking about why the existence of light proved God was real. My essay about a time I saw my friend’s dad drink a beer and then drive his truck somewhere was also good! We signed pledges to enter the new millennium drug-free. We took the red pencils that said “Friends Don’t Let Friends Do Drugs” and sharpened all of them down to say “Let Friends Do Drugs,” “Friends Do Drugs,” “Do Drugs,” and simply “Drugs.” Despite that little rebellious act, my friends and I spent a solid six months swearing we’d never put any harmful substance into our bodies besides every form of candy available.
Imagine how I feel now as a D.A.R.E. graduate becoming my dad’s drug dealer. It’s less thrilling than I thought it would be. Between my father’s warning not to hang around one specific neighborhood in Cleveland as a kid and nearly every TV show about drugs, I thought I’d always be buying marijuana from an intimidating dude who definitely had a gun and would use it immediately if he thought I was wearing a wire. Instead, I now buy marijuana from a well-lit storefront that looks like the Apple Store. I’ve even gone to a place where a guy with an iPad explained what each available strain would do to me. I buy what sounds good with all the confidence of a man pointing at items on a menu written in a language he can’t read. I put it all in a cardboard box. I place a book on top. I mail the box to my dad from my local post office. I tell myself the book is to hide the contraband crossing state lines, but in truth, the book is what clears my conscience. I want to send my dad something edifying while also sending him the drug that all of America worried would make me unable to read if I tried it once. The unrequested book is a red herring to distract from the vice, like when you were young and didn’t want to buy condoms outright at the store so you cushioned them between a pack of peanut M&Ms and a magazine. Hmm, what else did I need, — right, while I’m here — might as well pick up a few condoms.
Right as marijuana becomes legal in most states, I’m about done with the drug. I’ve had three good times on edibles, and one of them was when I felt nothing and fell asleep at 9:30 PM. I’m flabbergasted that my dad likes edibles. He seems to be a man free of anxiety. Case in point, I once brought him some THC lozenges to our summer holiday in Chautauqua, and around dinner time I told him “You might want to only take half of what I gave you” to which he replied, “I took it hours ago.” He was stoned and no one noticed.
While I’m stuck in my head, stoned or sober, wondering why I didn’t take some acting gig 15 years ago, wondering if I’ll ever make enough money, worrying I’m doing everything wrong including in this moment as I write this sentence, my dad is enjoying himself.
Judith Grisel, the author of Never Enough: The Neuroscience And Experience of Addiction, describes using marijuana as throwing “a bucket of red paint” on your brain. She was approaching the stimulant clinically in terms of how it differed from the laser focus of other drugs (THC reacts with many receptors in the brain, cocaine focuses on one), but now every time I smoke, I think of the red paint metaphor. While other people seem able to crank an entire joint and do insanely complicated stuff like function at their jobs, I am reduced to a gelatinous blob, on top of which my eyes and brain are navigating a dream state that, like many dreams, isn’t all that interesting the next day. Mostly, I get high and can’t decide what I want to watch on TV or what video game I want to play, I realize how hungry I am, and then I fall asleep with cereal still stuck to my teeth. Pot, for me, is like the squid ink hitting the screen in Mario Kart: I can still see where I’m going, but everything gets a little harder to do, and the panicked half-blindness makes everything slightly more chaotically fun."
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the man | lando norris (6 to 1) smau
part of the lover x 6 to 1 series | lando norris x leclerc! reader
and I'm so sick of them coming at me again
'cause if I was a man
then I'd be the man
takes place a year after the original story of 6 to 1
i know this one wasn't voted for but it's been sitting in my drafts and i haven't posted in over a month so enjoy
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ynleclerc happy monday drink your greens
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landonorris no thank u
ynleclerc hmm i seem to recall you asking me for the recipe ten minutes ago
yellowmclarens love her but why does she feel the need to post body shots like this
yvonneatthetrack full length shirts exist babe xx
lovely_sainz this is quite literally just an excuse to post pics of herself in a crop top lol
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charles_leclerc gym day
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danielricciardo taking lessons from george?
f1emily yeeeeesh thirst trap coming in hottt
sundayscariess its illegal for a man to look this good
ferrari.florals ok 🥵🥵 more of this pls
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wag.spotting collection of pics of y/n posted by her friends these last few days
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whatisferrari looking a little too close for comfort with that guy in the first pic
ricciardobaby i KNOW thats not lando laying on her legs in that second pic
golden_norris it's not carlos either...why does she hang out with so many guys lol
81piastries come get your girl landonorris
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ynleclerc devils in the details ♡ thank you ysl
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landonorris paris or london
ynleclerc montreal, im hanging out with lance - he's moved back up my ranking
lancestroll oui
landonorris 🤔🤔🤔
happyhamilton sorry am i reading the comments right...shes with lance?
karlaformulauno yeah...what...
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paddock.updates Y/N Leclerc and Lando Norris are no more after Y/N Leclerc has confirmed to be in Montreal with fellow F1 Driver, Lance Stroll
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papayaclub LOL bro not her jumping from lando to carlos to LANCE
wag.updates did not have this on our f1 bingo card
sunshinemick silly szn i guess but i can't say im surprised..
ynleclerc damn news travels fast 💀💀💀
landonorris ohh thats why you're not answering my calls
yellowmercedes i can't tell if shes joking but honestly lando deserves better
sundayscaries shes got the worst sense of humour if this really is fake, for landos sake i hope they actually are over
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ynleclerc weekly recap
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landonorris did you crop out my face in all of these on purpose
ynleclerc its called a soft launch
landonorris you can't soft launch after hard launching FOR A YEAR
ynleclerc watch me
leclercsrearwing bestie even i know that lando hates fish and im not his girlfriend
ynleclerc i didn't force the sushi down his throat 🫶🏻
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landonorris Rollin’ with tumitravel
paid parternship
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ynleclerc im gonna borrow that suitcase
landonorris get your own
boxbox if driving doesn't work out he could be an influencer
albonoscats would do anything to see more of lando in his influencer era
haasbeen whatever he's selling i'll buy it
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ynleclerc emptying the camera roll 📸 not ready for summer to end
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charles_leclerc Pourquoi publier cela? why did you post that?
ynleclerc désolée 🤭🤭 sorry
jemmaf1 is that CARLOS in that first pic having dinner with her and her friends
ynleclerc carlos hosted the dinner
montrealking18 WHY DO YOU KEEP HANGING OUT WITH CARLOS
gokartboys asking the important questions ^^
fmkf1grid yes we get it you're close with all the drivers thank you for the reminder
pastriesoscar this photo dump is so pretentious lmao its just look all the drivers in my life and also look how pretty i am
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landonorris also emptying the camera roll, good idea ynleclerc
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ynleclerc love you
danielricciardo who are those beauties in the last picture
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givemef1 not lando posting the same pics as y/n 💀
schummyys he really said 'i was at carlos' dinner party too don't worrry'
hornersux wait but that pic of y/n in the window is actually so pretty
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landonorris to the love of my life, you never cease to amaze me. from the way you switch languages mid conversation with me to the way you are always curled up on the couch waiting for me to walk in the door. you are my biggest supporter, my strongest motivator and the reason my days seem brighter. i don't know how i lucked out with you little leclerc, but i promise to love you for the rest of our days
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danielricciardo are you proposing to y/n over instagram?
pierregasly seems like it
landonorris just keep scrolling
ynleclerc currently crying on the couch as i wait for you to come home
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summeriturnedf1 he calls her LITTLE LECLERC
happymclarens okay he LOVES her loves her
allgasnobrakes wonder how charles is doing reading this and knowing that lando is planning on marrying his sister
formulaferraris forget charles...lando is the biggest simp in the world for y/n, lets talk about that
a happy ending was deserved
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konig and the reader are roommates; best friends with a slight attraction to each other. reader decides to go out clubbing with some girlfriends, showing off her tight dress to konig before leaving— which ultimately arouses him hardly ;))
konig let’s his dick get the best of him and goes through the readers pantie drawer (#pantiekink) and goes back to his room, jerking himself off to the reader’s panties.. and boom reader comes back early and catches him.
(show your post about writers block, though you could execute this idea perfectly)
So sorry this took so long to write. This ask was sent back in November. I got a little carried away while writing this. Love this prompt so much! Thank you for sending it in and hope you enjoy :) (not proofread) PART 2
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After a long week of writing essays, listening while your professors drone on and on and spending every waking second studying or working your part time job. Simply to say you were beat and exhausted. Wanting nothing more than to stay in, catch up on some z's and possible a few episodes of your new favourite show.
But atlas you received a last minute text from your BFF.
I'm picking you up at 8, better look cute.
Throwing yourself back on your bed, letting out a loud huff. Knowing damn well you won't be able to say no to her. A soft knock against the frame of the door brought your attention back to reality.
He was tall, brooding and all to yummy, as your friends say. Your roommate König stood in the doorway, taking up all the space. His head reaching right to the top of the frame.
"Hey, didn't here you come in." you said sitting up. You kicked your shoes off and began typing back your response.
"Got plans?" he inquired. Leaning into the frame, crossing his over his chest. Making every muscle tighten and bulge just how you like it.
"Hmm, Kate's dragging me to some bar most likely." you replied to him. "I better get ready now, knowing her she'll show up early." it wasn't a surprise that your friend group loved to show up at your place. They all loved to sit around and ogle your roommate.
After answering an ad in the university student paper, you found yourself being shown around a decently sized 2 bedroom apartment only a block away from campus. It was too good to be true and too good to pass up. The landlord explaining that the first room was already rented out. You didn't mind sharing with a male, he seemed more than tidy. And you needed away from the awful university dorm rooms.
First meeting König, that was one for the books. After hauling your belongings up the 3 flights of stairs. Of course the elevator would break the day your were moving in. Struggling to get the key in the door, only to be greeted by a 6'7 and 270 lbs man standing bare cheated in the kitchen. You damn nearly fell over. Needing a moment to catch your breath.
Kate went on and on for weeks about him. Telling you if you didn't make a move she will. You had to remind her she had a long term boyfriend and you were seeing someone at the time, which soon fizzled out.
"I don't understand why you never say no to her." he tried to rationalize. You pushed passed him on your way to the shared bathroom.
"It's better today yes than listen to her complain." you told him back. Shutting the door before he could say anymore.
You took a quick shower, making sure to shave every nook and cranny. Layering yourself in body butter and making sure to spritz extra perfume. You choose to leave your hair straight, and simple makeup.
Tapping your foot against the aged wood floor, having a hard time decided between a short tight black dress or to go more casual in shorts and a cute top.
"Go with the dress." König voice reached you from your door. Startling you out of your thought, causing you to drop the dress onto the floor. König walked right in, bending down to the floor and retrieving the skimpy black dress. Still on his knees he held it up for you to grab, his head was so close to your core which was now pulsing with desire. You cheeks were flushed as you snatched it out of his grasp.
"Thanks.." you said hesitantly, turning away from him. He left you in silence, closing the door on his way out. You pulled out matching pair of lace lingerie, the ones you buried deep in your dresser. A gift from Kate, you've never worn them so todays that day you do.
You took a deep breath before stepping out into the shared common area, König's attention was on the football (American soccer) game. The click of your heels drawing his attention away. You stood their, twirling your fingers around. Shrinking under his lustful gaze. König cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his pants.
"How do I look?" you asked bashfully, the heat of your blush rising up from chest and across your face. "You look...." he was lost for words, the way the dress hugged every curve. "You look beautiful." he stood from his seat, the fabric over his crotch pulling tight against his throbbing cock. He knew he shouldn't be having these thoughts about you.
But he couldn't help himself. From the moment he set eyes on you, he was entranced.
"Give me a little spin." he commanded. Taking two long strides, taking your hand into his and giving you a little twirl. The giggle that came out of your mouth went straight to his cock.
Bzzz BZZZZZZ
The apartment buzzer rang through the space, pulling yourself away you rushed to the com system. "I'll be right down." you yelled through it. Hearing a mixture of garble coming from the other end.
"I'll probably be home late, if not I might crash at Kate's. I'll try not to wake you." the words rushed out of you as you ran around grabbing the last minute items before shuffling out the door.
König didn't get a goodbye in, or a have fun. The pit of jealously boiling up in his stomach stopped him. He watched from the livingroom as you bundled into Kate's car, watching the tail lights disappear down the street. He turned his attention back to his football game. But he couldn't focus, the ache of his cock kept plaguing his thoughts.
Usually he reserved himself to either his or the shower. But he couldn't help himself, pulling out his throbbing cock. It was already hard as a rock, the tip angry and leaking just a bit. The first few strokes had him holding his breath. He needed more, abandoning his spot on the couch, dick exposed to the air. He found himself in your room. It was smaller than his, everything was messily thrown around. He made his way right to your panties drawer, digging in the back to find the black lace panties you hid.
He came back empty handed, the thought of you wearing them under the dress had his cock leaking down the front of his pants, making a mess. He settled on a satin pair, purple in color with a small rose in the front.
Seating himself back on the couch, panties wrapped tight around his member. Stroking himself with you panties, using his knuckles to muffle out his wonton moans. He was too focused on the duty at hand. He didn't hear the door unlocking and the soft click of your heals.
You walked down the hall towards the shared living area, seeing König still on the couch. Pulling the straps of your heels off you let the loudly clank to the floor. You were a little iratated but also thankful that the night didn't go as planned.
König's head shot around, eyes wide in horror to seeing you standing behind him. If you didn't know better, it was like you caught him in the middle of something. The closer you got, you understood why.
Konig had your favourite pair of panties in his fist. His leaking tip poking out the top, as fast as it happened he through a pillow over his lap to block your view.
Stumbling backwards you rushed out some apologies. Babbling on about giving him some space.
König didn't want space at all, he wanted you. His hungry eyes watching has the hem of your dress rose up your thighs, just about exposing you ass. He stood quickly, following you into your room.
"I'm so sorry." you kept repeating. The heat of the embrassment flushed on your face. König stood there, cock out as he tried to get you to look at him.
"OMG!" you screamed, quickly averting your eyes. "Doll look at me." he tried to get you to face him but you couldn't. "Can you please put it away at least." he found your question amusing. "Why? Does it scare you?" he asked back. You scoffed at him, but deep down it did just a little.
Yes you've seen a handful of cocks before but none of them compared to König's.
"No." you said quietly.
"Why don't you touch it a bit, it won't bite." he took a small step towards you. Your stained panties still in his hand.
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LMFAO ok he got a little pervy at the end. I kinda want to make a part two now.
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Best Friends Know Best
Suguru Geto ♡
MDNI
₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Your trip to the mall stresses Suguru out, so you treat him to some head when you two get home.
₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: possessiveness, praising, immodest clothes in public, toxic ideology from geto, oral m! receiving, slight slut shaming, throat fucking, dirty talking (did i miss anything.. lol)
₊˚ପ⊹ an: this is sorta an extension off of my fic Best Friends Forever! (also sorry for not posting in a while i’m working on longer fics while also struggling to keep up with life lol)
₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 1.8k
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He doesn't really understand why you insist on dressing up to go to the mall. You were there to buy new clothes, does it matter what you have on? Typically he would never complain about your fashion choices – You look darling in your girly little outfits.
But today? He cursed himself for not making you change while he still had the chance. He didn't want to be cruel, you were so excited to wear your new dress. It was a pink gingham number – it was so you. What he didn't like was how your chest spilled out of the low neckline and how anytime you shifted in just the right way your sheer panties were on display. He wanted to cry upon noticing how see-through your panties were – there was no mistaking the outline of your plump cheeks. Did you not know how many creeps there were in this world? Did he protect you so well that you were blissfully unaware of the dangers of looking this good? Tempting any man that is so fortunate to breathe the same air as you.
All throughout the day Geto followed closely behind you, shielding what he could of your body while trying not to make it obvious. You didn’t really notice what he had been doing until his hand reached to cover your chest from the employee at your check-out lane when you bent over; looking at the cute bracelets set up on the counter in front of you. You slowly stood up straight, giving him an odd look as he pocketed his credit card and grabbed your bag of items from the clerk. “What was that about?” you asked him while walking out of the store.
“Nothing baby,” he said from close behind you, your multiple bags in his arms, “Let’s go get you a latte.”
“Ooo that sounds good,” you mused, daydreaming which flavor syrup you wanted before you quickly snapped out of it, “Don’t change the subject! Why did you cover my chest? Is it really that noticeable?” You ask, looking down to see your cleavage spilling out the top of your dress. “It’s not that bad…” An exasperated sigh left his lips, seemingly exhausted by spending the whole day trying to keep you modest. “Geto? Does my dress upset you?” you stopped in the middle of the mall, turning around to meet his dead eyes. Your brows furrowed, noticing just how tense Geto was compared to when you first arrived. “Do you not like my dress?” your voice is drenched in worry.
“No baby, your dress is very pretty,” he meant it, your dress looked amazing on you. But that was just the problem he was having. “You look good… Just a little too good, y’know?” he forced a chuckle, trying to convince you that he was less upset than he really was. The two of you had been there for three hours, and for three hours he was at war with every guy’s wandering eyes. He had endured three hours of men checking you out, some were so indiscreet about it that the handles of your shopping bags were barely managing to keep the straps under his tight grasp. “Let’s get you a drink and head home, hmm?” he said, pulling together all of his energy to sound fine.
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Even after a couple of hours went by at your shared place, Suguru still looked as wound up as he did at the mall. He sat on the couch, drinking a beer and staring at the show on the tv, obviously not really watching it. His grip on the beer bottle was loose, only sipping it when he remembered it was in his hand.
You grew more and more worried as time passed. You lost the outfit as soon as you got home, opting for pajama shorts and a long sleeved shirt – hoping that he would forget about whatever issue he had with your dress if he no longer had to look at it. That didn’t seem to be the case.
“Sugu?” you barely said above a whisper, “Is everything okay?” he only hummed at you, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Do you want to talk about it?” you meekly asked. His head shook while he took another lazy sip of his beer. You bit your lip in thought, taking in his still tensed figure that leaned back into the couch. He never changed out of his jeans and black tee, opting to prioritize drinking over unwinding for the day in his usual sweatpants attire. An idea came to you while your eyes trailed his figure, and you hesitated before speaking. “Do you want your cock in my mouth, Suguru?”
He nearly choked on his beer hearing your words, turning to see your face. You looked desperate to hear his response, so eager to hear you can please him. “Of course,” was his response to you, he could never turn that down. You crawled down from the couch and placed yourself between his legs. He sat up, moving to the edge to make it easier for you to reach. He pitched a tent almost immediately seeing you between his thighs. You began to undo his belt, working slowly as he watched with bated breath.
“Will this be a good apology, Sugu?” your doe eyes met his and you can see him melt at your words. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting patiently as you pull down his zipper. He lifts his hips off the couch, helping you slide his pants all the way off. You rub his cock over his briefs, slowly stroking it and watching the fabric grow a wet patch. You decide it best not to tease for too long, so you pull his cock out and run your thumb across his wet tip.
“F-fuck,” he sighed, his hips following you as you began to stroke his cock. You twisted your wrist as you slid your hand up his length, teasing the head with your thumb each time you reached the top. He watched you behind his lidded eyes, waiting to feel the warmth of your throat. He dropped his beer onto the end table, preferring to stroke your hair as your wet tongue reached out to lick a fat stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. He groaned at the feeling, leaning back as your mouth finally took him in. You started slow, only taking him halfway and stroking the half that was left out with your hand. It wasn’t long before Suguru started his usual dirty talk that made you squirm. “You feel so good, princess,” he grunted, “This is what I deserved after a long day of putting up with you, hmm?” His hips bucked up, his tip hitting the roof of your mouth. “Having to keep you safe because you wanted to dress like a slut,” his other hand reached down to pull up his shirt, exposing his toned stomach that flexed every time you showed his tip extra attention. You licked the slit, pulling back just to spit all over it and using your hand to guide the lubricant down. He shuddered as you took more of him into your mouth, massaging his length with your tongue as his tip neared further down your throat. “Just couldn’t help showing yourself off,” he let loose his frustrations while his dick was stuffed in your mouth, preventing you from talking back. “Gotta suck my cock to make it up to me, princess,” he snickered. “You’ll do a good job? Hmm? Take me all the way?” it was your turn to react to the pleasure he was giving you. The way he talked to you always riled you up, his words always going straight to your clit. You shifted on your knees, desperately trying to give yourself any form of relief. As if he knew, his foot reached out for you and you took it, rubbing your clit shamelessly against the spot where his ankle and foot met. He laughed darkly at you, completely in awe as he watched you hump his foot while you drooled around his cock. “Look at you baby,” he purred at you, “Getting off to sucking my cock…” his Adam apple bobbed in his throat while he tried to collect himself before he came too soon. Your tight shorts were already growing wet as you rutted into him, sucking him even more feverishly. You took all of him, your eyes watering at the heavy feeling against your tongue and in your throat. “Fuck your throat feels so good. S’warm and wet,” he was moaning now, not capable of keeping it back anymore. “Almost as good as your little pussy… too bad she doesn’t deserve my cock right now…” you whined at his words, causing you to gag against his cock. You pulled back, coughing and wiping the tears from your eyes. “Am I too big for you, princess? Can’t take it?” he teased and you shook your head, readying yourself to go back down. Instead he guides you back, standing up and pulling his briefs completely off. “Gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” he asks you and you nod, moving in to take him back in your mouth. As soon as his tip hits your tongue he is pushing himself all the way in, gripping your hair and shoving his cock down your throat at a brutal pace. You feel his trimmed hair tickle your nose with each thrust of his hips. Your cheeks were covered in tears and drool seeped from your lips and onto your chin. “You’re so good t’me,” he moaned out, throwing his head back as he used your throat. His hips stuttered and you felt his dick twitch in your throat, you could tell he was close. “You’re gonna swallow it all… else you’re gonna have to try again until you get it right. Fuckkk, can’t waste a drop,” you dug your nails into his thighs, waiting eagerly for him to reach his peak. Eager to taste his salty cum.
When he finally came you did as you were told, cleaning up anything that spilled out with your fingers, before popping it back into your mouth. “Such a good girl,” he murmured to you, smoothing out the hair he roughed up previously. “So beautiful,” his dark eyes showed nothing but adoration for you, kissing your forehead as he spoke, “A little too beautiful…”
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KINKTOBER DAY 3 - FELIX
TITLE: Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream
PAIRING: Felix x reader
SUMMARY: A scene that takes place between you and soft-dom Felix!
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: soft-dom Felix, sub reader, bondage, orgasm denial, teasing, edging, swearing, squirting, reader is wearing a collar, use of the word 'slut', use of a vibrator, praise, aftercare.
KINK: BDSM
KINKTOBERLIST - MASTERLIST
The rope dragging across your skin leaves a burning sensation every time you try to move. It’s inevitable to feel it when you’re shaking and shivering from the orgasmic torture that Felix has been putting you through for nearly an hour now.
He spent a few minutes before the scene binding the top half of your body with gorgeous lengths of white rope and fitting a spreader bar below your knees to keep your legs open for the vibrator that he comfortably slotted in between.
It had been tortuously pressed against your clit for the past twenty minutes, barred from ever cumming by Felix who sat back watching you squirm with impatience while he sucked on a lollipop. These types of scenes are his ultimate favourite pastimes.
Sometimes he’ll set you on the bed and bind you with rope. Then he would have all of your holes plugged with something - a ball gag for your mouth, a buttplug for your ass, a dildo, and vibrator that he would bind to your inner thigh so that it reaches your clit. After that he would return back to his desk to play again while you cum your brains out in the meantime.
Only after Felix has finished playing will he return to a mess on his bed from between your thighs. That allows him to then seize the opportunity to fuck you.
This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s engaged fully in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times.
“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”
You slant to one side when you hear that you’re not going to be cumming any time soon. It’s enough to actually start making you cry.Tears slowly start falling from the corners of your eyes while you shudder at the cold news. Felix looks down at you, pouting.
“Why are you crying my love?” He asks softly, looking down at you with such warm eyes.
Your arms strain viciously against the restraints, “s’too much, please I can’t take it, please.”
Felix melts. Whether they’re crocodile tears or not, he’s fallen for it either way because he doesn’t like seeing you cry as a result of his own actions. So he leans down, his free hand coming up to the base of your throat before he kisses your lips tenderly. The strong strawberry flavour from the lollipop lingers on his tongue that it makes you want to kiss him for longer.
It’s mixed in with the salt from your tears when he pecks you a few times on the lips before he slowly pulls back to look at you once more. Felix pops the lollipop back in his mouth and engrosses himself in how fucked out you look right now. Your red bitten lips look more kissable when they’re wet, and your damp eyes blinking up at him innocently.
“So pretty,” he mutters quietly. “You wanna cum, hmm? Want to be a good little slut for me don’t you?”
“Y-Yes, just for you,” you whimper in a pleading voice.
Felix smiles softly as an idea comes to his head. He takes the lollipop out of his mouth, holding out the sweet to your lips before pushing past them for you to suck on. He pulls in and out a few times, gliding it over your tongue, and getting you to lick and suck on the ‘tip’, replicating a blowjob.
While he's letting you replicate a blowjob, Felix takes the remote to the vibrator out of his pocket and kicks the toy up a few notches until you peel back from the lollipop.
"Y-Yes...fuck - thank you, thank you, thank you," you suck in a breath of air when the pleasure starts overflowing.
It's been building up for a while that when it spills, so do you, literally. You reach the crest of your orgasm, chest heaving up and down while you cry out Felix's name. The euphoria starts to evolve over the long moments that the vibrator is still pressed against your clit. It sends shockwaves throughout every cell in your body, causing your vision to become patchy.
Felix watches your thighs tremble while he gently pushes some of your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, "good girl."
It all feels too good and ascending higher than you think it could ever reach and Felix hasn't let up on the vibrator as of yet. He pushes your body and mind beyond the brink of just a usual orgasm that's been built by edging. Felix makes you sink into sublime pleasure, causing you to squirt. It's not the first time it's happened, but he always reacts as if it is because that man can never get over witnessing it.
It splashes on the floor beneath you to which you can't help but feel embarrassed even though you're at the tail end of your orgasm. Felix dons a sick grin just watching it all happen in real-time. His level of need to see it is always insatiable.
"Baby," Felix purrs in a sweet voice. "That's my girl."
When you've just about doubled over from the intensity of your orgasm, Felix finally turns off the vibrator and helps you upright after discarding the lollipop nearby. Even though you've fully submitted to your restraints, he is quick to untie them and the spreader bar. There's only a short period of time before the very end of the scene where aftercare is needed.
Felix cannot and will not allow you to go descending into a sub-drop under his watch. So he helps you to your feet, dries your legs with a towel nearby and lies you down on the bed with him for a few moments.
"The floor..." you mutter weakly as Felix covers you in a warm, fuzzy blanket before scooting up in front of you.
He needs to take these measures before just throwing you in the shower. You'll both do that once he is satisfied that you're fully cognisant of things going on around you.
"I'll handle it soon, okay baby?" Felix assures you. "You just rest with me for now, yeah?
The warmth of his skin is enough to make you sleepy, and whilst your body is still buzzing, the sound of his steady heartbeat against his chest begins to calm you down. It's an incredible, timeless moment that you both want to live in forever - hoping that there's a chance for 'forever' to actually be real.
But you always both pretend that it is in order to combat the idea of being apart one day in this life or after. Just small times like these can get Felix choked up which is why he is so appreciative.
"Love you so much," Felix whispers to you.
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A/N: just about made myself cry at the end??? Also, this is a work that was meant to be uploaded the other day for those who are wondering why I posted twice!
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hi covey, can you write for daughter of poseidon dating leo valdez and them being at camp half blood for new years and kissing at the end of the docks with all the fireworks going off around them at midnight
✮⋆˙ what a way to start the new year; leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb
content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb
warning: language probs lmao
author's note: MY POOKIE I'VE MISS WRITING FOR THIS BOY RIGHT HERE FRFR MY LOVE MY LIFEEEEEEEEE
you had yet to see leo the whole day. it was making you pouty but you understood why the boy who stole your heart was busy. it was new years eve and the hephaestus cabin has been hyping up this fireworks show for weeks. the year-round campers were promised a firework's show like never before seen and leo was not exactly one to leave people disappointed.
and it's not like you weren't busy, too. chiron had put you in charge of plenty, as he trusted you fully. snacks were to be handled by you as well as seating on the beach, set up the beach volleyball nets that you were not tall enough to set up by yourself. sure, they're weren't a ton of year round campers but still it was a lot of work. you were running around with a clipboard, checking things off your extensive list.
you and leo only ever say each other in passing. a brief locking of hands or pressing of lips before running off to do something else so the evening would run smoothly. by the time the sky had started to darken, you were already prepared to change into a shark onesie and go to bed. but you just had to stay up till midnight, the incentive of a kiss too good to pass up on. but, as you stared at the mini skirt and sparkly top you had planned for the evening, you knew that wasn't happening. you were exhausted and knew it would take a miracle to get you to midnight, let alone dressed up. you knew leo wouldn't care but couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as you tugged on one of his sweaters and a pair of denim shorts.
you spent your evening playing a surprisingly competitive game of uno with chiron, mr. d, and a few of the hermes kids. around 11:45, leo and the other hephaestus came running to the beach, cheering about working mechanics and how they were gonna blow the socks off everyone. this lead to a pilgrimage to the beach, leo and you taking up post on the dock, forcing a few of the younger campers to scram by pulling the seniority card. his arms were wrapped around you waist, your back pressed against his chest as he leaned his head on your shoulder. his hands had found a home flat against your stomach, shoving your - his - sweater up slightly. his hands were warm against your slightly cold skin, earning him a few giggles.
"you smell like fireworks," you whispered, turning to look at him over your shoulder.
"hmm. in a good way or a bad way?" he asked with a raised brow. you sucked on your teeth, which was answer enough for the boy, causing him to released his hold on you.
"you love me, fireworks smell or not," he mused and this time you hummed in agreement. he leaned down to pull your lips against his but you stopped him, holding your hand up and his lips slamming against it. he frowned at the hand, glaring at it before turning his hardened gaze to you.
"as much as i love to kiss every part of you, baby, that's not what i wanted," leo huffed with a pointed look and you laughed, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder.
"it's not midnight yet," you explained and leo groaned, leaning his head back exaggeratedly.
"are you kidding me?? first, i don't get to see you, like, all day. and now i don't even get to kiss you??" leo huffed and you laughed, shaking your head at him.
"you're life is sooo hard, valdez," you pouted up at him, watching as he twitched forwards, eager to kiss the pout off your lips but knowing you'd just stop him again.
"very hard," added leo, smirking down at you. neither of you were paying attention so the first shouting of ten had the pair of you jumping closer together. the rest of the campers continued to count down until one, shouting happy new year as the sky blew up in a colorful display that'd appreciate later
"happy new years, leo," you barely managed to get out before leo was smashing his lips against yours, leaning you like you guys were in some dramatic rom-com.
"and what a way to start a new year, too," leo breathed out as he pulled away from your lips, his twitching upwards as you laughed for the first time that year. and he would make sure it wasn't the last time, too.
and as he kissed you again, he knew he'd fight like hell to ensure that wasn't for the last time this year either.
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hello, lovely! so so happy to see you writing again, you're really one of my fave writers here 🥹 if you want, would you mind writing a fluffy best friends to lovers one with eddie where he accidentally overhears nancy and robin talking about reader's feelings for him, and how the reader feels like she should just give up on her feelings towards eddie because it seems like a hopeless case lmao i'm sorry if it's too specific! ily ❤️
hi! I love you!!! I'm so sorry this took so long, I got stuck in the middle of it with no way out, so I scrapped it and started again. I hope you love it. thank you for the kindest message, you're a star xxx
contains some dubious eavesdropping and lots of fluff. somethin' suggestive towards the end but nothing huge. :-)
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“Hey, handsome.”
Eddie turns to the door. There you are, between the edge of it and the doorframe, socked feet on the step. You’ve got your hands behind your back and you want something.
He smiles at you softly and reaches his hand out without a word. He watches you return the smile and step down onto the porch and towards him. You lift your hand, take the lit cigarette from between his two fingers and lean on the post opposite him.
His eyes linger as you pull it between your lips and inhale, eyes fluttering shut and cheeks hollowing.
“You look nice today,” he tells you.
Your eyes open slowly as you turn your head to look at him. You bring the cigarette down and hold it out to him, twisting back towards the road to blow the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.
As he takes it from you, you say, “Thanks.”
“New top?”
You nod. “Mm-hmm.”
“‘S’pretty. Suits you.”
“Thanks,” you say through another smile. This one’s sly, coy, a wall because he’s complimented you twice and that’s at least one time too many for you. He likes the way he can see how your cheeks warm and how you shift your weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting to stop yourself swooning.
You watch cars go by and listen to the distant sound of Robin’s laugh inside the house, passing the cigarette between the two of you until it’s nothing more than a butt. Eddie throws it onto the gravel at the foot of the porch steps, being gracious enough to save the Wheelers’ nicely varnished wood from being ruined by ash and a filter, and does his best to stomp it out without shoes on.
“Your sock’s gonna get wet,” you tell him.
“‘S’okay,” he says, hopping back up onto the porch and swaying about until he reaches the front door. “C’mon. There’s a mean game of Irish snap waiting for us in there.”
You hum again, only this time it’s a sadder sound. He feels the skip of his heart and the corner of his mouth twitches.
“‘M’gonna stay out here a minute. Need some air.”
“Oh,” he breathes. He takes half a step back towards you. “Okay. You want company?”
You shake your head and it rips something within him. It aches. “I’ll only be a second.”
The ache yawns open somewhere in his chest but he surrenders, returning to the door and leaving it ajar for you as he goes back inside. His mind stays with you as he moves through the house, eyes on his feet and the damp spot on the side of his left sock.
He passes the stairs and as he rounds the corner, he stops dead at the sound of your name.
His ears perk up like an animal and he moves, without thinking, so his back is against the wall.
“-And I get why she feels like that, you know?”
Robin’s pacing. He hears the soft thump of her fluffy slippers each time she takes another step on the carpet.
“She just…” Nancy sighs. “Surely she should try to tell him?”
“Nance, c’mon. You’re, like, the smartest person I know.”
“I just…”
“Nance.”
“He’s just… They’re so close, there’s probably so much we don’t see.”
“She tells us everything.”
Eddie catches his breathing getting heavier and stops, holding it at the hilt with lungs full of air. His hands are splayed across the wall behind him and he’s leaning with all his might, willing the floorboards beneath his feet to stay quiet just for a few moments more. His ears strain because to his right, Steve, Argyle and Jonathan are having some kind of cruelly-timed debate about pizza crusts in the kitchen.
“We can’t know that,” Nancy says. Eddie thinks she sounds sad; he can hear her mouth turning down in the shape of her words, and her fingers are drumming across the glass-topped coffee table, her anxious tell.
“We’ve known her long enough. And we’ve known him long enough. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
“She just seemed so sad. I wish she’d try.”
“It’s not worth it,” Robin tells her, words short and frank. Her repetitive footsteps stop. “Clearly.”
Nancy hums.
“He’s hopeless,” Robin continues. “She’s been pining after him for what? A year?”
“More than that,” Nancy says quietly.
“Exactly! She deserves to be happy, we want her to be happy. So she has to-”
“Move on,” Nancy offers.
“Right.”
“But… We see him all the time. He’s our friend.”
“I guess we just… Help her through it,” Robin says. “Get Steve to set her up or something. Surely we know someone who’s far removed enough from Eddie?”
The colour has drained from Eddie’s face, seeping down his body and through his damp socks and into the floor. The hands keeping him steady on the wall are rendered useless, because he can feel them clamming up and slipping down the tasteless wallpaper the Wheelers have covered their hallway in. He slowly pushes himself up to stand and his head spins, the gaudy florals on the walls blurring to crisp bursts of colour.
What the fuck?
What the fuck did he just listen to?
He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have listened; it was a private conversation, a private conversation about you. And yet he can’t bring himself to move, ears trained solely on the now-quieter mumblings between Nancy and Robin about how to cheer you up, and…
Andy.
Eddie’s stomach turns at the four letters as he hears Robin say them, louder than she’d been before, bright like a lightbulb.
Andy.
He lives down the street from Nancy, in a big house with a wrap-around porch and a mailbox Eddie probably knocked over at some point in his early teens. He has a good car - better than Steve’s, even - and wears ugly, pasty polo-neck sweaters and pristine tennis shoes. He probably plays tennis, Eddie thinks.
He’s everything Eddie knows your parents would love. Hell, he’s heard you complain more times than you should ever have had to about the sly comments your mother makes, the garden parties and barbecues you’re dragged to on hot Saturdays with the sole purpose of setting the two of you up.
“She hates him,” Eddie hears Nancy tell Robin flatly, their voices hushed again but just loud enough for him to do exactly what he knows he should not be doing.
“But he’s interested,” Robin whines.
“Only ‘cause her parents try so hard. He’s awful, Rob.”
“At least he’d try! I bet he’d take her to Enzo’s if we asked him to.”
“Rob,” Nancy hisses. “You can’t be serious.”
Eddie thought his stomach had dropped out of him a while ago, at the first mention of your name, but he’d been wrong, because he gets that awful sinking feeling once more when he hears the front door close.
In the seconds that follow, everything happens both incredibly quickly and painfully slowly, the way a car crash does, or watching someone fall. You round the corner, footsteps softening as you tread over the rug. Nancy and Robin’s hushed voices stop. Steve throws something at the bin in the kitchen. He misses. Argyle and Jonathan shout. You look up from watching your feet, and your eyes find him, wide and unsure. Eddie dies.
Well, whatever he’s feeling is what he imagines dying is like. There’s a cacophony of sensations and emotions bursting from within his body: firstly, there’s nerves, taking the form of butterflies the way they always do when he looks at you. They’re followed by a wave, though, of shame and, later, dread. He shouldn’t be here. He thinks you have worked out that he shouldn’t be here. He can hear Robin’s slippers again, only they’re getting closer this time, and then she’s at the door, right by his left ear. He can’t tear his eyes off you.
She calls your name, once in a tone so soft Eddie’s surprised it came from her mouth, and then again, only more confused.
He sees her in his peripheral vision as she leans her head around the doorframe and finds him with his back against the wall. She gasps, a quiet, wobbly noise, and then Nancy’s there, too.
You’re still standing a few paces from him, damp socks on the rug, looking at him with an expression that he cannot read.
“Eddie?” you call and he wants to die, he seriously wants to die. The world should swallow him whole for this, spit him out in the pits of Tartarus, let Cerberus have his way with him.
“Oh, god,” he hears Nancy say slowly from her spot beside Robin.
“Eddie,” you say again. “What’s wrong?”
Your face has crumpled into something between concern and remorse. Something unspoken hangs in the stuffy air of the hallway, broken only by the sounds of trash can basketball happening in the next room.
“Uh,” Robin drones, “We’ll, uh… We’re just gonna-” She slides out of the room, past Eddie, pulling Nancy with her by the wrist. “We’ll be in here,” she says, more to you than to him, an unspoken declaration that says come find us if you need us, before disappearing into the kitchen and closing the door.
He’s still looking at you, and you’re still looking at him. You’re about as pale as he feels as he stands upright again.
“What happened?” you ask him.
“I, uh… Fuck,” he stumbles, squeezing his eyes shut and holding the top of his nose. He catches your wince at the curse and the aggravated edge it comes out with. “Uh… Nance and Rob, they were… They mentioned you, I might have… Overheard a couple things.”
He looks away from you as he admits this, that wave of shame more akin to a tsunami now. He’s an asshole. He shouldn’t have listened.
But he did.
“I don’t…” You’re fiddling, fingers winding around fingers, standing before him looking more lost than ever. He chances a glance at you and your face is twisted in confusion. And then it relaxes, mouth agape, as realisation dawns.
“Oh.”
Warmth crawls up your neck. It spreads like wildfire behind your ears, across your scalp, over your cheeks. Everything is hot, the room’s too small, the air’s too close; more than anything, Eddie is too close.
He watches you fidget. You step forward, and your face drops again, wincing like you’re standing too close to a flame, so you step back and turn, moving away from him quicker than he can process. His call of your name falls on deaf ears and ends just as the front door shuts again.
He hears the shuffling of many feet behind the kitchen door but ignores it, pushing himself off the wall and through the hallway. The space is like water, the pressure pushing him down, keeping him from the fresh air - and you.
When he wrenches the front door open he’s hit first with the smell of rain, that hollow, metallic scent. And then it mixes with something like sorrow, and he feels it burrow into his bones, a deep-set melancholy he wants so desperately to fix.
You’re sitting on the porch steps, your back to him, hunched over with your head in your hands. The way your shoulders move gives you away; Eddie’s at your side quicker than he can think to breathe, touching you before really checking that you want that from him right now. It doesn’t seem to matter; you lean into him like always. You hiccup and sniffle, face pressed into his t-shirt without thought, and his arm sits around your shoulder and his fingers press into your shoulder.
“I’m here,” he says, unsteady. “You’re okay.”
“I’m sorry,” you say into his chest. You lean back and press the heels of your palms into your eyes. “I didn’t… You weren’t supposed to find out like that.”
Eddie’s brain is working too quickly for him to keep up with, but he manages to tell you it’s okay. “I’m not mad,” he says, thumb pressing into your jaw, the pads of his fingers on your neck, checking you over.
“I’m mad,” you choke. There’s the hint of a laugh there and he can’t help but return it.
“That’s allowed,” he says. He’s surprising himself with how quickly he’s turned into something solid and reassuring. “Want a do-over?”
You look at him and he aches again, his nose burning. You’re flushed and your eyes are pinker than usual, and as his eyes dance over your lips he sees they’re wet from crying and ripe for kisses.
They twist into a smile and he decides that, for now, that’s better.
“Eddie,” you breathe, coy. You nudge him softly in the stomach with your elbow. “Fuck off.”
“What?” he laughs. “I can leave you out here, if you want. Maybe Andy will come save you from m-”
Your elbow hits his lowest rib this time, with far more force than before, and the gasp he pulls from you is almost comical.
“Eddie,” you hiss, “they did not-”
“Oh, Rob would set you up in a heartbeat.”
You groan and let your forehead fall to his shoulder. And it’s here, where he’s enveloped in the smell of rain and the feeling of you, that he feels something open in his chest, and he speaks before he can stop himself.
“He’s better than me, anyway,” he says quietly, fingers carding through the ends of your hair. “You’re too good for me. Some other boy would be better.”
“Other boys are boring,” you tell him, leaning back. Your voice is small and you can’t meet his eye but it’s the truth; he’s blind to it, apparently, but Eddie Munson is the only boy who has ever interested you. He is the only boy who listens, the only boy who sees you, the only boy you have any desire to know inside and out. You’re not sure you ever will know him completely, but if you spend the rest of your life trying, you’ll be happy doing it.
His fingers dance through the space between the two of you until they find yours, toying with the loose threads of denim at the frayed hem of your jeans. His bigger hand takes yours and you still can’t look him in the damn eye. You’d find a smile if you did, though.
He squeezes your hand and touches your chin lightly with the other, pressing the side of his index finger to the underneath of it to bring your face level with his own.
“Look at me,” he whispers. You obey, because it’s Eddie, and he’s so close and you can smell his uncle’s washing powder and the stubborn stain of pot and you love him.
“We could go for pizza,” he says, just as soft. “How’s Enzo’s?”
“You don’t have t’go fancy on me,” you whisper back. “I like Benny’s more.”
A grin splits his face and you match it, giggling.
“My girl likes burgers, huh?”
“Y’know I do,” you say, squeezing back. “Your girl?”
“Gotta take you on a date first,” he says. “Do it properly.”
“You’re startin’ to sound like a gentleman.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
Your breaths are one and the same by now, your mouths so close together that your vacant space has become his. Your eyes move between his eyes and his lips and you catch his doing the same, and there’s an ache somewhere between your legs that makes you pull your thighs together.
He dips his head just enough, thumb pushing into your chin to pull you closer. You let your eyes shut and feel his lips over yours, slow and distant, before you lean into him. He kisses you sweet, his hand smoothing over your jaw to hold your face like it’s made of gold, and he moves against you with certainty.
He’s determined and as his tongue meets yours you bend into it, relenting. It’s magic, just as you’d imagined all these years.
He releases your hand and grabs your waist in his firm grip. It starts to get slovenly, your hips against his thigh, his tongue everywhere, and your head’s starting to spin.
“You’re gettin’ ahead of yourself,” you say, panting, smiling, pulling back from him to look him in the eye again. He’s all browns, dark lashes and darker irises, never wavering from your sight. “Thought you had to take me on a date first.”
“You’re too pretty,” he says, kissing you gently at the corner of your mouth. His breath blooms across your skin as he speaks. “Got years of not kissin’ you to make up for.”
His fingers dig gently into your sides and you suck in a breath that’s half a giggle.
“Gotta get back at Rob and Nance,” you say as his mouth moves over your jaw and leaves a mark somewhere beneath your earlobe.
He hums and leans back, saying his goodbyes to your skin with one last peck to your cheek, just below your eye.
“I think we owe them,” he says. “I do, anyway. Was never gonna get my ass in gear. Coulda lost you to Andy.”
“Never,” you say without a beat.
“Never,” he says back.
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I wish you’d write a fic where lando tries different antics to get oscar to lose his cool a bit (both in the bedroom and out ig)!
HELLO ANON thank you for this delicious prompt! i actually ended up going off in a slightly different direction to what you asked for because it sort of ran away with me, so i hope you still enjoy it ❤️
The first time he does it, it’s an accident, although Oscar doesn’t seem to think so.
It’s a couple of minutes before the start of FP2 and the garage is a hive of activity. Ted Kravitz is stood about ten feet away, pointing energetically at something from the mouth of the garage. There are at least three cameras within shooting distance. So Lando doesn’t think much of it when he squeezes past Oscar, shifting him out of the way by the hips to get to his cubbyhole, because there’s no thought behind it other than Oscar is standing in the way and it’s too loud to say excuse me. When Lando’s hands make contact with his racesuit, Oscar jumps. Lando laughs, pats his back and carries on, thinking nothing more of it.
“Did you do that on purpose?” Oscar asks accusingly, after the session when they’re waiting to leave.
Lando squints, mystified. Racks his brains to figure out whether he’d accidentally cut Oscar up on track or blocked him on a fast lap. “Do what?”
“In the garage,” Oscar says. He’s watching Lando with a funny expression, eyes locked on his face. He wets his lips. “When you—” He stops, eyes snapping to his feet.
“What?” Lando says. It’s funny — for all Oscar looks supremely unbothered by basically everything, reacting to stress and joy alike with little more than an eyebrow raise, he does have one tell. He blushes more easily than almost anyone Lando’s ever met, except maybe Morgan, who’s got the excuse of being ginger.
“Never mind,” Oscar says. He’s so red. “I just thought — when you came past me. I thought you were too close on purpose.”
Huh. Lando tilts his head, studying Oscar. “Nope. Sorry, mate. Won’t happen again.”
“No,” Oscar says hastily, before Lando’s even finished speaking. “It’s fine. It wasn’t — It’s fine.”
His face is scarlet now, the flush spreading right across his nose and cheeks. Even his ears are pink.
Interesting.
The second time he does it, they’re alone. In a lift, to be exact, which means Lando only has about fifteen seconds. By virtue of being in the executive suites, they’re both posted to the top floor, and the lift that had been full of various team personnel empties out suddenly on floor seven, leaving them leaning against the back handrail, alone.
Lando leans over, tips his head onto Oscar’s shoulder and yawns exaggeratedly. “Wow,” he says airily. “I’m beat.”
Their heights don’t match up properly for this at all. Lando’s ear is squashed against Oscar’s shoulder. He feels Oscar go still for a few seconds, and then, abruptly, his shoulder drops. Like he’s listing deliberately to one side, lowering his shoulder for Lando’s head to fit.
Lando bites back a smile, nestles into the curve of Oscar’s throat. Twists his head so his breath gusts out against the soft skin. Breathes in deep. “Wow, Osc, you smell good. New cologne?”
His head jiggles as Oscar swallows hard. “No. Nope. Same one as always.”
“Hmm,” Lando says, and presses his nose into Oscar’s shoulder, revelling in Oscar’s shuddery inhale. “Maybe I’ve just not been close enough to notice before.”
The third time, they’re being filmed. They’re in a conference room downstairs at the hotel, sun streaming through the windows, backing out onto some tennis courts Lando quite fancies getting onto later, if he gets chance. They’ve been positioned next to each other on an uncomfortable sofa, answering quickfire questions for some YouTube channel Lando’s never heard of. His back is killing him, or at least that’s the excuse he’ll use if anyone asks why he he swings his feet up off the floor and drops them into Oscar’s lap.
Oscar stops halfway through a sentence, stammering to a halt. His hands hover in midair, awkward.
Lando wriggles his feet, feeling the muscles in Oscar’s thighs. They’re so firm, even through the rubber of his soles.
“Sorry,” Oscar says to the interviewer, who’s looking at them bemusedly. He turns to Lando. “Really, mate?”
Lando shrugs, doesn’t move his feet. Smiles the smile that let him get away with being a little shit at school. After a moment, Oscar’s hands settle on top of his trainers, curled tentatively around his feet.
“Okay,” the interviewer says. “Let’s go again.”
Afterwards, Oscar stands up quickly, dislodging Lando’s feet so fast his trainers squeak on the polished floor when they land. He yanks his hoodie down over his hips, but not before Lando sees it. Hard not to, really, given that he’s still sat down at crotch height. The front of Oscar’s jeans, stretched out, just a bit.
“Oh,” Lando says stupidly.
“Shut up,” Oscar says tightly, out of the corner of his mouth. “Swear to God.”
Lando nods and struggles to his feet. Prays he hasn’t taken it too far. He’s half-expecting Oscar to make his excuses and disappear, but he sticks around to exchange pleasantries with the team. Makes jokes like nothing’s up, beckons Lando when they’re dismissed and strolls out alongside him, whistling between his teeth. Lando’s just starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing, when Oscar turns to him.
“Come to my room,” he says. Just like that, no preamble, no beating around the bush.
Lando nods, falls into step alongside him.
Lando’s barely got the door shut before Oscar’s shoving him up against it. Pinning Lando back with his hands bracketed around Lando’s biceps, staring down at him. And then he stops. Uncertainty flickers across his face.
“What is this?” he says, quiet and tense.
Lando blinks. “What do you—”
“No,” Oscar cuts him off. “Don’t bullshit me.”
He doesn’t look angry. His gaze flicks between Lando’s eyes and mouth. His lips part. Goosebumps break out all down Lando’s arms, starting at the point where Oscar’s warm hands wrap around him.
“Do you like it?” Lando says, squirming against the doorway. Looking up into Oscar’s dark eyes.
Oscar kisses him. Same way he’d asked: no fucking about. His teeth click against Lando’s with the force of it, tongue dipping inside Lando’s mouth and retreating, a maddening tease.
Lando’s gasping for breath by the time they break apart. His skin burns, prickly like he’s starting with flu, only good. He grabs Oscar’s wrist, wrenches it away from his arm and shoves it under his hoodie. They both gasp when Oscar’s hand touches skin, Lando sucking in his belly involuntarily.
“You’ve been driving me fucking mental,” Oscar says, a low growl. Lando shudders and lets his head thud back against the door. Oscar’s fingers curl into the soft space below his ribs. “You know that? Can barely think straight, sitting there wondering when you’re gonna do it again.”
“Hardly even done anything,” Lando mutters.
Oscar scoffs, but his eyes are soft. He grips the bottom of Lando’s hoodie and the shirt underneath, pulling them up far enough to expose his stomach, and looks at the skin on display. Lando arches his back, squirming under the scrutiny.
Holding the fabric up, Oscar scrapes the nails of his other hand in one long line down Lando’s stomach, letting them snag in the waistband of his joggers at the end of the trail. His nails leave streaks of fire down Lando’s skin. He can’t help but imagine it, even though he can’t see past his clothes: pink lines, marks on his skin, put there by Oscar.
Oscar ducks in again, kisses him for a few destabilising seconds. This time, when they separate, he stays close enough that Lando can see the tiny, distorted reflections of himself in Oscar’s dark eyes. He brings one hand up, cupping the back of Oscar’s neck, where the hair is short and soft.
“Yeah,” Oscar breathes. Abruptly, Lando realises he’s trembling, his entire body shivering with desire. He might have wanted this for a lot longer than he’s let himself think about. “Yeah, I like it.”
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(( hihi ^^ so my friend @oceansuncherry has given me prompts for each member of the boyz and these are the little scenarios that came to mind, please enjoy !! each members content will be tagged accordingly , as i edit this post with each member i'm realizing how out of control i am... ))
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Sangyeon - “Do you think you can handle it?”
[[ boss /worker, thigh riding, make out, there is alcohol involved ]]
— You’re currently out for drinks with a few of your co-workers, honestly, you didn’t really want to go but you’ve already denied so many invitations that everyone in the office was beginning to think you hated them. It wasn’t that you disliked your co-workers, but you would just rather be curled up on the couch with a glass of wine watching a new drama after dealing with emails and phone calls all day.
“Y/n, you want more?” Sangyeon questions, holding a bottle of soju in his hands.
You slid your hand over the top of your cup, shaking your head, “No, thank you.”
He nods. Setting the bottle back down on the table to bring his freshly poured drink to his mouth. You watch out of the corner of your eyes, watching the way he laughs at the others' jokes and sips his drink. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his long arms and a silver watch on his wrist.
You’ve already had two glasses of peach soju and you’re warming up, feeling your cheeks warm and your thoughts swaying. Sangyeon was so handsome, reminding you of the lead in one of the office dramas that you had been watching recently. It was dangerous, thinking about him this way, he was above you… You were just an intern and he was the one in charge of overlooking your group. He was just so friendly and handsome.
“Ah, it’s getting late,” One of the other interns hummed, their heads swaying as they checked their phones.
Everyone began to excuse themselves one by one… But Sangyeon kept drinking, laughing and chatting with his co-workers.
“Y/n, are you feeling okay?” Sangyeon questions, tilting his head, “You’ve been so quiet all evening?”
“Oh,” You hum, nodding your head and looking down at your barely touched drink, “Just enjoying myself Mr. Lee.”
He tuts his tongue, “You don’t have to be so formal after work hours.”
“Sorry…” You mumble, almost calling him by his office name again but stopping yourself. You pick up your drink, taking another sip.
Sangyeon smirks. His eyes drag over you slowly before turning back to one of the older workers. And suddenly it feels like it’s a million degrees in the restaurant. You excuse yourself to the washroom.
Leaning up against the wall, you touch your cheek, it’s warm to the touch and you exhale…Why did he look at you like that? There was no way you had just imagined all of that, maybe it was best to call it a night and go home as well. You had almost prepared yourself mentally enough to go back out there and excuse yourself when the door opens and Sangyeon appears. He smiles, stepping towards you and suddenly it feels like your heartbeat has multiplied. Why was he so handsome?
“I-I was just about to say my goodbyes,” You stutter, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. You tried to step past him but you were stopped by his hand on your waist.
You tried to step back, trying to escape him but all you’ve managed to do is back yourself into the wall and he takes the opportunity to lean into you.
“You’ve stared at me all night,” Sangyeon breathes, “It was so hard to pay attention you know, you look so…” His hands tighten on your waist, leaning into your neck, “Pretty…You’re always trying to steal my attention, hmm?”
“Mr. Lee,” You gasp, squirming against him.
Sangyeon grabs your hands, pinning them above your head… Your skin feels like it’s on fire and your heart is throbbing. He smells so good, the mix of soju with his cologne has your head spinning.
“If you keep calling me that, I’m not going to be able to contain myself,” Sangyeon groans, resting his head on your shoulder, “Do you think you can handle it? ”
You squeeze your thighs together. He’s holding your hands up with only one hand, the other dragging down the front of your chest. Stopping at your waist again, his fingers squeezing as he inhales and exhales. He slots his knee between your thighs. And you let him. Stretching out your neck as his teeth graze your neck, peppering you with kisses.
“A-Ah, Mr. Lee,” You moan…Squirming your hands, but his grip tightens. Biting down into your neck.
He tugs you forward by your waist. You gasp at the friction, grinding yourself over his thigh, rocking your hips with the rhythm of his strong hands. His lips against your neck. There was no way you were leaving this bathroom without such a visible mark.
“You can’t leave a mark,” You pant breathlessly, “They’ll know.”
“Embarrassed of me, babe?” Sangyeon whispers against your neck…”How about here then.”
His lips entangle with yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue slips into your mouth and you can taste the soju on his tongue. Your own intoxication has your mind spinning, you’re so dizzy you can’t think straight. Grinding yourself on his thigh seeking your own pleasure, lost in the pressure that was pooling between your thighs.
“So eager,” He coos, kissing down your jaw, his lips pressed against your neck again, “I want to hear you, sweetheart.”
Sangyeon lets go of your hands, both of his hands now attached to your waist. Squeezing and tugging…You can’t help but moan so pathetically. Falling into Sangyeon, burying your face into his chest, panting and gasping for air.
“Say my name,” Sangyeon groans, his voice raspy and heavy.
“Mr. Lee,” You moan, “Sir, I’m going to cum…”
“Fuck,” Sangyeon exhales, “Cum for me sweetheart.”
His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing you through your clothes and it’s game over. You gasped and jerked forward, your entire body trembling as you rode out the pleasure that surged between you.
“How are you going to call my name in the office now?” Sangyeon teases, his hands dragging over your thighs.
You lean back, resting your head against the cold wall... You stare at him, smiling, “I think I’ll be fine, Mr.Lee..”
He scoffs, biting his lip and nodding, “Touche...Touche..”
You had never expected this side of him. He was always so sweet and kind in the office, walking in late with donuts and coffee. Always smiling widely and catering to everyone's needs, you would never expect in a million lifetimes he’d have you pinned up against the wall taking what he wanted from you.
Jacob - “I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”
[[ rough sex, nails, spanking, jacob lets out his anger in a healthy manner, minor derogatory names (slut) , jacob manhandling you is so hot wtf ]]
– Your boyfriend Jacob has always enjoyed gaming, spending a lot of his spare time playing matches with his friends. You’ve never minded though, truthfully you found it cute and enjoyed that you could both be in the same room enjoying each other's company while doing the things you enjoy.
You’re currently laying in his bed. Wearing one of his hoodies and no pants, cocooned in his comforter while one of your dramas plays on the screen. Your full focus is on the show, reading the subtitles and lounging in your comfort. But the focus is lost when Jacob groans, frustrated. His fist clenched, clearly, he wanted to hit something but instead, he breathed in and out.
“You good?” You question, reaching for the remote to pause your show.
“Yeah,” He muttered. Reaching for his mouse again, there were a few clicks before he lazily threw his mouse. Leaning back in his gaming chair.
He was silent.
And you knew that internally his mind was a fucking storm right now.
You pulled the blankets off yourself, crawling out of the bed. He looks up at you tilting his head as you crawl into his lap.
“What are you doing?” He questions.
“You’re upset,” You hum, “I want to make it better.”
You place your hands on his shoulders, adjusting yourself so that your knees are a little more comfortable in the chair, straddling Jacob. You arch out your back, sliding a hand down his chest until your hand is now between your own thighs… You brush your fingers over his crotch.
“How are you going to make it better, hmm?” Jacob questions. His hands latch onto your hips, one slipping under your hoodie and pressing into your back.
“Take your anger out on me,” You say sweetly, your smile as you sit back a bit.
Jacob’s intrigued, chewing on his lip as his eyes drag over you slowly. He slips his hand under the front of your sweater, his fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear… slipping his fingers in and pulling them and letting go, the elastic snaps back against your skin and you gasp.
“Limits?”
You shake your head, “I'll tell you if it’s too much.”
He inhales sharply, slipping his hand under your hoodie and dragging his nails over your stomach, “Fuck, I’ve wanted something like this for a while now.”
“Mmm,” You hum, tilting her head back.
He drags his nails down the inside of your thighs. The heat pools on your skin, welts already forming in the wake of his wandering hands. He squeezes your thighs, pinching skin between his hands. He’s silent, touching and feeling you, but it’s so rough… His fingers were laced with rage and turmoil.
“I want you,” He groans, “Get up.”
You do as he says. Climbing off his lap again. He grabs you by the hips pulling you into him. His face pressed into your stomach as he pulled down your underwear, he kissed your thigh, pushing your underwear past your knees. They fall to your ankles and you step out of them. Your hands cradling Jacob’s head, your fingers weaving into his hair. He grabs your ass, squeezing the skin before pulling his hand back.
The slap rings in your ear, and you jerk forward, fisting his hair and tugging his head back. He looks up at you smirking, his tongue prodded into his cheek like some cocky asshole. Fuck, you’re so turned on by this version of him. He slaps your ass again.
Your reaction is exactly what he’s looking for… He slaps your ass again, this time dragging his nails down your thighs. Your squirm, your skin inflamed. But it feels good. His hands are on your hips, pushing you back. He stands up. Towering over you as he pushed you around so effortlessly.
Jacob puts his hand on your neck, pushing down, “If you make a mess, I’ll be upset, baby.”
At first, you were confused until your chest was flush with his keyboard, the led lights were glowing, flashing an aurora of reds and blues…If you messed up anything on his desk, there was probably hundreds of dollars worth of equipment. Fuck. Fuck.
You’re so focused on holding yourself up. It takes you by surprise the way he kicks your feet apart, lining his cock up with your hole. He fucks into you quickly, the stretch takes you by surprise, but it has you moaning. He doesn’t give you any time to gather yourself before his hands are on your hips, fucking into you hard and deep. Your hands are gripping the edge of his desk, trying with everything in your power to not let yourself put your weight down on his keyboard.
He’s fucking into you so roughly that the desk has begun to shake. And your entire world feels like it’s crashing down around you. It’s so deep you feel like you’re going to cum in seconds, his nails digging into your hips.
Jacob is grunting and groaning, letting out a series of fucks and you’re so fucking tight, you can’t help but clench around him. Everything inside of you pulsing and throbbing.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…'“ You moan, “Ugh, harder, fuck me harder please.”
You couldn’t even possibly imagine that he could fuck you harder, but he does. He pulls out slowly, before grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him with one quick movement. Holy fuck. It hurt so good. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. He pushed you back into the desk, slapping your ass a few more times.
“What a good slut, you take me so well..”
He pulls you back into him and your entire body feels numb, you can barely hold yourself up anymore. You feel so dizzy. It was like Jacob was a completely different person. You knew he got mad but you couldn’t even begin to imagine this was how this was going to happen.
"Cum inside of me,” You moan, so delirious for pleasure.
Jacob fucks into you, his rhythm steady and his hands latched to your hips as he pulls you back into him. You’re moaning with each thrust. You have your head shoved into the bend of your arm, drooling all over the sleeve of your sweater. Panting hard.
“Shit,” Jacob hisses. Pushing himself in as deep as he could and holding himself there.
You can feel him pulsing inside of you and it feels so inexplicably good. You feel so numb and sensitive. You can’t even remember when you came, but you felt exhausted like you had cum over a hundred times…
Jacob stays inside of you. Basking in the afterglow.
“Holy fuck,” You groan, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your sweater before standing back up. You examine the desk and there is little to no damage, just a few figures had fallen over.
“Thank you,” Jacob hums, grabbing the back of the sweater and stumbling back, you fall into his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your back, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Mmm, I’m good… Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah, a lot better.”
Younghoon - “It’s not something that I can easily forget.”
[[ heavy make-out, touching in public, confession, virgin reader, finger fucking, idk why this one is a little soft??? ;u; ]]
– You had almost gotten away with it, almost…
That night replaying in your head, you still couldn't believe the way that you had kissed Younghoon. You could blame the liquor or the chanting of all of your friends outside of the stupid closet. But it was all so cliché…
7 minutes in heaven. It was a game for kids and yet there you were, the minutes passed by like seconds. Wrapped up in Younghoon with his tongue in your mouth and your back against a cupboard. It was the furthest thing from heaven you had ever known.
But that night was weeks again. And the shame was eating you alive, you were a virgin and yet you were so lost to the temptation that your friend had to drag you out of the closet. Vodka and Cherry whiskey mixed on your tongue. It was so embarrassing. You hoped that Younghoon had forgotten about it… He was the head of the musical arts department. So thankfully running into him on campus was the least of your worries.
You had let your guard down. Going to karaoke with your friends, two drinks in and you were belting out a song with your best friend. You were aware that your friends had invited another group of friends to come and join but you were having fun, dancing around with the mic in your hand.
Everyone was laughing and singing along, the table was full of drinks and snacks. It was a good night.
When your song ends you turn around to hand off the mic to somebody else, and your stomach drops. Being so absorbed in your musical number that you hadn’t noticed that everyone else had arrived. And Younghoon was sitting across from you, his eyes watching you.
He looks so handsome today…
One of Younghoon’s friends jumps up, snatching the mic from your hand and you left walking to your spot awkwardly. You sit down next to him, wondering if the tension is so obvious that you’re exposing yourself to the entire room that you haven't been able to stop thinking about Younghoon. It had been weeks but you hadn’t forgotten the way he tasted or the way his hands felt under your shirt. Was it just the desire? Or have you developed a crush on Younghoon?
God. You felt like you could die right now, letting your shame and embarrassment be buried with you.
“Hey,” Younghoon greets, smiling... “You’re y/n, right?”
"Yeah,” You answer, reaching for your drink off the table and bringing it to your lips, you have to fight yourself from finishing off the glass. The liquor courage was a little too tempting, “Younghoon, right?”
He chuckles, leaning into you a bit with his arms crossed over his chest, “This small talk is a little boring, y/n... Do you know how hard it was to get you alone again?”
“Ah, sorry,” You mutter, not even sure what you’re really apologizing for, “Let’s just forget that happened okay?”
“It’s not something that I can easily forget,” Younghoon breathes, his hand creeping up onto your thigh.
You inhale. Looking down at his hand and back at your friends that were all fixated on the screen of flashing lyrics. There was no one paying attention to you. But you still felt like all eyes were on you… His hands slid further up your thigh and you swear you could see stars, your stomach twisting.
You jump up.
Everyone looks at you and you awkwardly smile, excusing yourself with a quick excuse of needing to use the washroom badly. You stumble out of the dark room, and the second the door opens you’re greeted with cold air that feels nice. Your cheeks are so hot and your heart is racing.
Why the fuck would he touch you like that around all of your friends? What if you had both been caught?
You stumble forward, heading towards the back door that people often used to go for cigarette breaks or to get some fresh air. It could easily get stuffy in a room full of people. You stepped outside and it was exactly what you needed to help calm down but you’ve only just realized that you’ve forgotten your phone inside, tucked away in your purse. You sigh. Pressing your back into the cold wall.
How were you supposed to go back in there? Fuck.
The door opens and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Younghoon step toward you. Because of course he would chase after you and get you alone, and now you had no excuse or reason to get away from him.
“No…No, go away,” You say while shaking your head, you didn’t really mean it. Fuck, you wanted him so badly. And you hated that he had this effect on you.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone.”
He turns to go back inside and you feel yourself begin to panic. You reach out grabbing onto the sleeve of his sweater, stopping him from leaving. He turns around, smirking. You barely have a chance to register what you’ve done as he pushed you up against the wall. His hands are on your hips and you’re squirming and gasping for air. His lips are on your neck, sucking the skin in between his teeth and biting down. His hands are rough and dry, dragging up your soft tummy. You don’t even know when or how his hands had gotten under your shirt so quickly.
“Younghoon,” You gasp, “What if someone sees us…”
“So?” He whispers, “Let them catch us, I’m not ashamed that I like you.”
You feel like you're about to explode. Your heart racing and your mind dissolving into a muddled mess.
“Kiss me,” You beg, “Please…”
And he does. His mouth crashes against yours, the kiss is so deep you’re left panting for air and pulling away in an attempt trying to regather yourself. He’s breathing heavily. Pressing his body weight into you as he pants against your chest.
“I’m a virgin,” You whimper, nervous and beginning to panic.
“That’s okay,” Younghoon nods his head, “I’ll go easy on you.”
He kisses you again. This time his hands are on your neck, holding your face in his hands while his lips meld with yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, swallowing every pliant noise you made. He shoves his hand into our pants, massaging you slowly. You don’t stop him, melting into his touch. Kissing you until he’s satisfied you're ready… Pressing two fingers at your entrance and slipping them inside of you slowly. You mewl so pathetically, your hands clutching into his sweater. He kisses your forehead, praising you for taking him so well. His fingers are pumping in and out of you. You bury your face into his chest, trying to muffle your voice that you can’t seem to control.
“You’re so tight,” He croons, “Fuck…”
You moan. Allowing Younghoon to take complete control of you, clenching around his fingers as the pleasure built up until you couldn’t handle it anymore. Trembling as you came, panting into his chest as you tried to gather yourself. So overwhelmed by him.
Younghoon holds you in his arms, praising you sweetly as you come down from your high… You can’t believe you’ve just let him finger you in the back of an alleyway. You barely knew him, but fuck you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better.
Hyunjae - “Is that a challenge?”
[[ car sex, finger fucking, you challenge hyunjae he can't make you cum, guess who cums lolol, freinds to lovers vibes ]]
“I bet you can’t even make me cum,” You chuckle, tossing one of your french fries at him, grabbing another and shoving it into your mouth.
“Is that a challenge?” He cocks his head, “If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask.”
He picks up the fry off his lap and shoves it into his mouth.
“Shut up,” You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink from the cup holder, you take a sip cleansing your palette, “I’m just saying. It’s like impossible, everyone always talks about these mind-blowing orgasms and yeah sex feels good but I’m always so in my fucking head that I can’t cum or something. And if I do, it’s because I had to do it.”
“I’ll do it,” Hyunjae challenges, “If I can’t make you cum, I’ll buy you dinner for a week.”
“Mmm, two weeks,” You smirk.
“Fine, but if I win you have to do anything I want.”
The realization hits, holy fuck you’re going to fuck your best friend? You’ve known Hyunjae most of your life, and you were both so close that it wasn’t even surprising anymore when people would question if you were both a couple. You’ve never thought about him like this… That was a lie, occasionally you would steal a glance or have a question if you liked him. But that was normal…right?
You take another sip of your coke and set it back in the cupholder, “So… uhm now?”
Hyunjae chuckled, “You don’t sound so confident now.”
Scoffing, you set your drink in the cupholder, “Back seat? Or here? I won’t lose to you.”
“Purposely not getting off is against the rules,” Hyunjae groaned, feigning annoyance as he reached for his phone and began to scroll, “Backseat.”
You nod. Opening up the passenger side down and climbing into the backseat. The spot that Hyunjae parked to eat was always abandoned so worrying about someone seeing you both wasn’t a thought in your mind. You feel a little anxious as you wait for him to climb into the backseat with you.
Hyunjae puts on a playlist that’s familiar to you, it’s one you both made together combining your favourite songs before he gets out of the driver’s seat and opens up the back door. You adjust yourself, leaning up against the door, your head against the cold window. He kneels onto the seat, closing the door before he crawls between your legs.
“Limits?” Hyunjae questioned, resting his hand on the top of your thigh.
You shake your head. Your stomach all of a sudden doing flips as his hand dragged up your thighs slowly. This is really happening… Holy fuck. This was really happening.
His hands drag up your thighs. You’re both silent, Hyunjae grabs the waistband of your pants, dragging them down while you lift your hips. He pulls your pants down to your ankles. He’s so gentle with you. You bite your lip as his hands grip your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart.
You watch him, taking in the way his expression changes… The way his eyes stare at you like he’s going to consume you. You’ve never seen this side of him before. He lowers his head, kissing in between your thighs, he looks up at you as his hand begins to massage you. You gasp, tilting your head back and looking away.
It’s teasing the way he touches you so slowly. It’s driving you insane.
“Hyunjae…” You whine. Reaching out to weave your fingers in your hair.
“You’re so pretty,” He coos, placing a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, “Be good for me, hmm?”
“Shut up,” You mutter, your fingers tightening in his hair and tugging.
He chuckles, brushing his hand over your hole. Circling it with two fingers, it has you jerking forward. He pulled back his hand long enough to spit onto his fingers. Smearing the spit at your entrance and pushing in. Sinking his fingers in knuckle-deep. You can’t help but gasp.
“So tight,” Hyunjae breathes, pulling his fingers back out and in, slowly.
You can feel them inside of you and you can't help but clench around his fingers. He smirks, lifting his head to watch the pleasure on your face. He pumps his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, quick jabs that make you moan. It sounds so needy and fake the way his fingers have you biting at your lip in an attempt to stop your noises from being so loud.
Why was Hyunjae having this effect on you?
Normally you were always so in your head, but right now with each stroke of his fingers, you can feel yourself slipping, succumbing to the pleasure that pooled between your thighs.
“Fuck me,” You whimper, “God. I want your cock, please.”
Hyunjae tilts his head, looking at you with excitement in his eyes. He sits back, undoing his pants to pull out his cock. God, you hate the way your mouth waters staring at his cock. He strokes it a few times and it has your thighs trembling with desperation.
“Lay down a bit,” Hyunjae says, “You might hit your head.”
You nod, lowering yourself on the seat until your head is flush with the seat. The anticipation is killing you, the way he crawls in between your thighs, one hand on his cock and the other holding your leg up. He presses his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes forward.
The stretch has your lips parting, it feels so much better than his fingers, so deep and pressing against your walls in all the right places. You feel dizzy, your cheeks burning up. It’s like heatstroke. He falls forward, his chest against yours, he puts a hand above your head, cradling you as he begins to fuck into you, each thrust harder and deeper. You have your eyes closed, allowing the waves of pleasure to take over.
You think about how his arm is above your head, protecting you from hitting your head against the door with each thrust and it’s game over. Clenching around him. Panting and gasping for air, your heart racing.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Hyunjae moans, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips against your neck.
“Shut up,” You whimper, it sounds so pathetic on the verge of tears from how good it felt, you just wanted him to be quiet, to stop having this effect on you.
“You sound so pretty.”
Hyunjae moans in your ears, it’s so fucking hot. Your stomach twists and your thighs tremble. It’s so hot and sweaty, he’s suffocating you with his body weight on top of you. Fucking into at the right angle, you whimper, your entire body trembling as you cum.
“Fuck…Fuck…” You hiss as he continues to thrust inside of you.
Your hands are on his back, your fingers clutching his sweater tightly trying to ground yourself as he continues to milk out your pleasure with each thrust, you can’t take it anymore, squirming with each stroke from how sensitive you feel. You feel like you’re seeing stars, your eyes fluttering with each pulse.
“I’m gonna cum,” He moans, trying to pull himself out.
But you grab him, wrapping your leg around his hips and holding him in place, tightening around his pulsing cock. You can feel cum inside of you and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt, you feel like you’ve cum again. Everything is throbbing and your heart is racing like you just ran a fucking marathon.
“Shit,” You groan, only just realizing what you’ve done… Letting the heat of the moment get to you, your thighs trembling.
“Ugh,” Hyunjae mumbles, trying to lift himself up, he looks at you with apologetic eyes even though you were the one who had held him captive, “I tried to pull out.”
You grab his face and lift your head, kissing him. You kiss him until you can’t breathe, throwing your head back into the seat, “Guess, you won.”
Juyeon - “Are you sure you can handle me?”
[[ college au, sub juyeon, enemies to lover type of vibe, heavy make-out, pet names ( kitten ), hand-job, you find out juyeon’s weakness, aftercare ]]
– You don’t know exactly how it happened, but here you were in the bedroom of your enemy… The guy who has always placed first in everything, always making you come second. He looks tense reading through the textbook, fidgeting with the pen in his hand.
“I can feel you staring,” Juyeon groans, setting his book on the table and glaring up at you, “What?”
“It’s just weird,” You lean forward into the table, smiling, “I just assumed you were some kind of android but your room is actually normal, and look no charging station.”
“Ha…So funny,” Juyeon shakes his head, “This project is worth 30% of our grade, so can you please focus.”
“We’ve been working for hours already… I’m hungry.”
Juyeon rolls his eyes, “Fine. We can take a break but we have to at least get an outline done tonight, so if you want to be stuck here with me longer be my guest.” He gets up from the small table in his room and grabs his phone that’s on his bed, “I’ve got ramen or we can order something.”
“Ramen,” You hum, standing up and stretching your arms above your head. You moan at the stretch, it felt so good after sitting cramped up at the table for the last three hours. But Juyeon glances up at you and he looked flustered.
God, he was so weird.
He cooked the ramen while you walked around the living room, snickering at the family photos on the walls, he looked like such a dork as a child. He’s silent. Back turned to you as he mixes in the seasoning packets.
It smells so good, your mouth begins to water as your nose carries you to the smell. You lean your head into the stove, looking at the bubbling pot of ramen that smelled so spicy and delicious. Ugh, it was going to taste so good.
“You might get burned.”
“Aweh, you're worried about me,” You tease, bumping your shoulder into his playfully
He jumps back a bit, looking at you with those same terrified eyes from earlier but this time you take offence. You barely even touched him and yet he was acting like you were some disease. God, he’s always been so full of himself, constantly acting like he’s better than everyone just because he’s handsome and smart.
“Jeez, don’t have to get your panties in a twist, I was just joking,” You scoff, your lip curling as you tut your tongue to signify your distaste for you, “I know you don’t like me, but we have to work on this project multiple times a week, so can we at least be friends?”
“I don’t,” Juyeon shook his head, “I don’t dislike you.”
“Could have fooled me,” You say, leaning back into the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.
Juyeon turned off the stovetop and lifted the pot, setting it down on a coaster on the counter, pulling open a drawer and grabbing out a second pair of chopsticks and holding them out to you. You grumble, stepping forward and taking them. You both stand in silence eating the ramen out of the pot. It was as delicious as it smelled, and the spice was at the perfect level. But after a few bites, Juyeon puts his chopsticks down on the counter.
“I’m gonna go continue reading, clean up when you’re done.”
You don’t get a word in before he’s gone, you’re too hungry to mind, gobbling down the food and rinsing the pot out in the sink. When you head back to the room, it’s obvious how pink Juyeon’s cheeks have turned and his lips are red.
“You don’t like spicy food, do you?” You question, sitting down at the table.
He shakes his head.
“Then why did you let me pick that one?”
“You wanted it,” He shrugs, staring down at the textbook in his lap.
You notice it’s lower than usual, sprawled out over his lap like he’s trying to hide something and the pieces are starting to make sense… No, there was no way…
“Juyeon… Are you okay?” You coo.
“What,” He looks up at you, his eyes wide, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”
You crawl towards him and you can watch the way his expression falters and it’s so painfully clear. You snatch the book out of his lap and you gasp at what he’s been hiding. He’s turned on, sweats tented and his cheeks flush a deeper pink. You toss the book onto the table and he begins to stumble on his words.
“It’s not what it looks like,” He whimpers, “It just happened, I promise.”
“Aweh, It’s not from me,” You pout, feigning innocence as you reach out, brushing your fingers over his swollen cock through his sweat.
He moans and you stare up at him. There has never been a time in your life when you could beat Juyeon, he was always smarter and stronger in every competition. But right now it looked like he was about to cry just at your touching his cock. And it was a good feeling…
“I can help you,” You offer, leaning forward and lowering your face closer to his crotch, “Do you want that?” You look up at him through your lashes and he’s squirming, “I can take care of you, baby.”
“P-please,” He whines, "Are you sure you can handle me?"
You apply pressure, circling your palm over his bulge, resting your head in his lap as you look up at him. Watching his expression, watching as he falls apart and it brings a smile to your face.
“Feel good?” You ask, reaching for the string of his sweatpants and pulling on it until it comes undone.
You pull down his sweats enough that his cock is now resting against his shirt, it’s so swollen and red.
“You poor thing,” You gasp, curling your fingers around his length, “Let me kiss it better.”
You’ve barely begun to stroke him and he’s already squirming around, his lips parting and moaning so sweetly. He’s such a fucking wreck already.
“Call me your kitten.”
You perk up, running your tongue over the slit in his cock. You kiss the tip softly, before looking at him.
“You’re such a pretty kitten. So eager and well behaved…”
You lick the inside of your palm and use it to circle the tip of his cock, massaging him while you stroke his length. You sit up, your eyes washing over him. Watching the way he jerks, his entire body trembling while he’s panting hard.
“Are you going to cum, kitten?”
You can’t believe the effect such a nickname has on him, throwing his head back as his cock pulsed in your hand. You continue to massage him, using his cum as lubricant until he’s whining and begging for you to stop.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Juyeon says sadly, You've only just noticed that he’s been crying.
“It’s our little secret,” You promise him, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
You head to the kitchen, searching around for a bowl and cloth. You fill it with warm water and return to his room. And he hasn’t moved an inch, he’s just staring at you like some lost puppy. You kneel in front of him, squeezing out the excess water and cleaning up the mess you’ve made.
“All better,” You smile, tilting your head, “Wanna finish our outline? I’ll order some takeout.”
He nods slowly. But you still don’t feel like you’ve done enough. You set the bowl of water aside and fall into him. Nuzzling your head into his chest. You can hear the way his heart is racing, you lift your head and kiss his cheek quickly.
“You were so good,” You praise, ruffling his hair and smiling brightly.
It seems to do the trick. He smiles brightly, “You don’t think I’m weird?”
You shake your head, “Is it weird that I liked being in control?”
Juyeon shook his head.
“Good, we agree on something for once,” You smile, pinching his cheek and cooing before you sit up again, “Okay, back to studying. As much as round two could be fun, I don’t want to be here all night.”
Kevin - “I don’t like to be ignored.”
[[ hard dom, hickeys/love bites, brat tamer, orgasm denial, punishment, spanking, manhandling, aftercare ]]
“Babe,” Kevin calls you from the kitchen.
You groan, clicking your mouse trying to focus on your game. You’ll answer him in just a minute, you continue clicking. Your entire team is in a raid and you can’t exactly pause. Minutes later and you’ve completely forgotten that your boyfriend has even called.
You’re sitting in your game chair, one knee tucked to your chest and you’re leaned forward, so fixated on the screen that you didn't notice that Kevin had come into your office. He watched for a while, arms crossed over his chest. Pondering what he should do to teach you a lesson.
Because truthfully. You knew he was preparing dinner and you were instructed to not play a round until after you had eaten. So, you were in the wrong. Just as you were about to beat the boss, your world began to spin, physically. You had no choice but to let go of the mouse but it didn’t stop you from trying to turn the chair back around. But Kevin overpowered you and he didn’t look happy.
“What the fuck,” You groan, trying to look back at the computer.
Kevin simpers. Reaching over and pressing the power button.
Your jaw drops… Typical gamer rage immediately took over as you began to cuss him out, you reached out trying to hit your fists into his chest. But he grabs your wrists and pins them onto the arms of the chair.
“You done?” He questions, his eyes dragging over you.
“I was coming,” You huff, glaring up at him.
“I don’t like to be ignored,” Kevin breathes… His grip tightens around your wrists, “And most importantly, I don’t like to be ignored over a video game you were told not to play yet.”
“It was just one round,” You pout, and your demeanour softens. Batting your eyelashes playfully, “I’m sorry…”
“Nice try,” Kevin coos, leaning in and biting down into your neck. He sucks the skin into his mouth. Making sure that he’d leave a mark.
It takes you by surprise, the sudden burn of his teeth sinking into your neck. It’s so hot and wet, the pain radiating down into your chest. You whine, squirming around in the chair but there is no way you’re going to escape your punishment.
“I’m sorry,” You whimper, squeezing your thighs together as he kisses up your neck.
“I’m going to teach you some manners, and since you didn’t come when you were called you won’t be allowed to cum tonight, you hear me? Use that naughty mouth of yours to tell me when you’re close”
“No-no,” You gasp, trying to get away from him, “I promise, I’ll behave.” If behaving was that easy, you wouldn't be in this situation.
“Too late, sweetheart,” Kevin simpers, caressing your cheek sweetly before he grabs you by the hair, dragging you out of the chair and up against the wall.
—
Kevin grabs the back of your thigh, lifting and guiding his cock to your entrance so effortlessly, he fucks into you, his hips flush with your ass in seconds. His cock reaches so deep it has you seeing stars. You can’t take it anymore.
You feel like you’re going to pass out, so exhausted from nearly coming multiple times already, he knows your body well, and he knows when you’re about to come. Even before you can whimper that you’re close. He’s already pulling away. You’ve almost come at least a dozen times already, and he’s still going. Fucking you in every position. Your body was littered with red marks.
Between your legs was so numb, swollen and dripping in your pleasure.
“Aweh, are you going to cum sweetheart?” He simpers.
Fuck. He was so hot.
His bangs were pushed back, sweat forming on his hairline… His muscles were so defined, abs slicked in sweat. He gives one more thrust before he’s pulling out again and dropping your leg.
You can’t help but crumble to the floor.
Your thighs are trembling, unable to hold yourself up and you can’t stop panting. You squeeze your thighs together but you’re immediately scolded.
“I-I can’t,” You whimper, falling forward and shoving your hands between your thighs to touch yourself.
Kevin tuts, “Still breaking rules? Guess you haven’t learned any manners yet.” He sinks his hands into your hair, tugging you back… You stare up at him with pleading eyes as his hand connects with your cheek. He simpers.
You’re left whimpering as you raise your hands in the air and begin to cry harder. The tears are so hot as they stream down your face and bead down your chest. You began to blubber out apologies. You feel dizzy and hot and you can’t help but gasp for air between each sob.
“There you go,” Kevin smiles, crouching down to caress your cheek sweetly. His thumb wipes away the tears, “Are you going to behave?”
You nod your head. Desperate to please him… to prove that you can really behave.
He kisses you so roughly. Lips mashing together in such unmatched tempo, his tongue running over your lip before he’s pulling away again. You stretch out your neck, whining at his absence.
“We’ll end here then,” Kevin says while standing up, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
He goes to step away but you reach out for him, grabbing onto his thigh and clinging to him like a lost child. You couldn’t bear to be left alone, you needed him.
“More,” You whimper, looking up at him through your wet lashes.
“So broken and mindless,” Kevin coos, petting your head sweetly, “Such a pretty cock whore for me...”
You’re so fucking broken, a crumpling mess as he picks you off the ground and tosses you into your gaming chair. You’re blubbering incoherent words as he pushes his cock back inside of you. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back into him like you’re some toy for his pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” He breathes sharply, hissing at the way you squeeze around his cock.
With each thrust, you can feel yourself about to explode… You’re so sensitive, trying to pull away but you’re no match to his strength. Hips burning from the welts forming under his nails as he holds onto you tightly, pulling your ass back into him. Slamming his hips forward at the same time.
You’re going to come.
You can’t tell him.
Everything is moving so fast. Cuming on his cock, your insides constricting and swallowing his cock deep inside of you. You begin to tremble and shake, screaming into the chair as you finally cum and it’s too much. He cums with you. Pulsing back and forth as he cums deep inside of you.
He grabs your ass, exhaling. You both just sit there panting, trying to catch your breath.
You couldn’t form a cohesive thought if your life depended on it.
“The ramen is probably gross by now,” Kevin sighs, running his hand over your back, “It’s not too late, if we shower quickly we could go for a drive and get fast food.”
You hum, sitting up slowly. His hands are on your waist, helping you get up from the chair and he continues to support you all the way to the bathroom.
“I want a milkshake,” You pout, leaning into the wall as he gets the shower ready.
He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. Kevin kisses your forehead sweetly, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
Your heart swelled. Stomach fluttering as your mind replayed the last hour or torture you had just endured… Kevin was so hot. The way he could take charge and fuck you senseless, but in the next breath he was praising and spoiling you, always giving in to you. And that’s why you were always going to be his perfect brat.
New - “Don’t underestimate me.”
[[ humiliation ( he catches you touching yourself), lots of derogatory terms, looks innocent but is fucking mean and hot , rough sex ]]
Sharing an apartment with Chanhee was exhausting. The nights were always filled with loud moans echoing through the walls, sometimes it was so hard to not touch yourself to them… So hard to not close your eyes and let your imagination run wild. Which always left things awkward while you were getting ready for classes in the morning, with him sitting at the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal like he wasn’t up all night. You were beginning to question if he was a vampire that never slept and had ungodly stamina… You two didn’t talk much. Chanhee was rarely home and when he was there was usually someone occupying his attention.
So you don’t think much about it when you come home, kicking your shoes off and rushing to your room.
You’ve been horny all day, squirming and throbbing between your legs for most of your last class. And you don’t know why, everything was just turning you on and you needed to touch yourself now. Your mind was only fixated on the need to touch yourself that you just fell into your bed, face shoved into the blankets as you reach between your thighs, slipping your hand into your pants and massaging yourself.
Suffocating in your moans, you’re so close… All the pent-up frustration was finally about to be released after so long.
“Cute,” Chanhee coos, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, “I thought I heard you…”
Your stomach drops.
“Get out,” You whimper, pulling your hand from your pants and dying mentally in your bed. You don’t even want to look at him, the shame taking over.
“You put on a show like some desperate whore and then tell me to get out?” Chanhee scoffs, “You’ve turned me on, now how are you going to fix it?”
You sit up, grabbing one of your pillows and throwing it at him, “I’m not a whore! It’s not my fault you moan so fucking loud all fucking night, it’s all I can think about!”
He catches the pillow, his eyes darkening as he steps toward you. You never thought someone so pretty could look so terrifying… You're frozen, like a deer in headlights. Just watching as he sets the pillow back on your bed.
“So, you think of me?” He questions, simpering.
Of course, that’s all he would hear out of that sentence, what a psycho…
“Ugh, get out,” You groan. Ready to die from your embarrassment, if only you had just closed the door you wouldn't be in this situation.
“Make me,” Chanhee challenges.
You scoff, getting up defensively to push him out but you’re overpowered in an instant, thrown back into the bed and Chanhee is crawling on top of you. And he’s staring at you with such ravenous eyes. You squirm. He grabs the hand that you just had in between your thighs, bringing it up to his lips. You can’t help but watch, helplessly pinned to the mattress. He smirks, guiding your fingers into your mouth.
“Chanhee,” You whisper…
Your stomach twists into knots as he sucks on your fingers, tasting you. He removes your fingers from his mouth and guides your hand to his crotch. Pressing your hand down into his bulge.
“I’m so turned on,” Chanhee hums, “Watching you touch yourself so carelessly, so desperate– fuck, you looked so hot…”
He has you completely wrapped around his finger… And he felt big, like really big. Fuck, you wanted to be fucked so bad. Who cares if he was your roommate.
“Fuck me,” You whimper, massaging your hand into his cock… You feel good, your mind looping on the fact that this was all because of you...
“Don’t underestimate me,” Chanhee breathes, diving forward and crashing his lips against yours.
The kiss is deep and messy like Chanhee is trying to devour you. You can’t keep up. You’re both messily stripping off your clothes. Tumbling and rolling on the bed, kissing each other so desperately. It feels unreal when he’s between his thighs, stroking his cock before he lines up with your entrance.
You’re fucking mewling for him, begging for him to just fuck you already but he just keeps teasing you, running the head of his cock in between your thighs and laughing at your desperation.
Chanhee always looked so innocent in your eyes, beyond having the sex drive of a rabbit, he seemed so gentle. But in reality, he was so mean and devious. Tearing you apart piece by piece and taking what he wanted. Until finally his cock was inside of you, stretching you open until you were begging him to slow down.
He was so big, there was no way you could take all of him... You were already so full and he was staring at you with these eyes that made your heart race. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, his cock penetrated deeper than you’ve ever taken before. You lift your head, gasping and trying to claw onto his shoulder.
But he’s laughing and cooing at you.
You throw your head back into the mattress, moaning and panting as he fucks into you. Slamming his cock so deep with every thrust.
It hurts so good.
On the verge of tears, he dives in again. His lips melding with yours and devouring your noises until he’s pulling back again. Grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over like some weightless doll, you’re on your stomach. Your face shoved into the mattress and his hands are on your waist, forcing your ass in the air as he pushed his cock into you again.
The sound of slapping skin and moans fill the room. Your spine aches as he pins you into the mattress, all of his weight pushing you down. Every thrust has you going numb, your insides finally getting used to Chanhee’s length and you're chasing your high. The steady rhythm builds up, and your drooling into your bedsheets.
You’re clutching the sheets and you're trying to push back your hips, so desperate for him.
“Such a perfect cock slut,” Chanhee teases, holding his cock deep inside of you as he reaches for your hair, pulling your head up, “Look at me.”
You turn your head and he shoves his thumb in your mouth, holding you, forcing you to watch as he fucks into you. He tips his head back, groaning so roughly… His chest is slicked in sweat and you cum on the spot. Unable to hold back as you clench around him, trembling as he continues to fuck into you.
You’re so swollen and sensitive, but he continues. Ungodly stamina was an understatement with the way that he didn’t seem to slow down, thrusting in and out of you until he was falling into you. Kissing your shoulder blades as he cums inside of you.
“So good,” He praises. Both of his hands are on your shoulders as he kisses your spine.
Every inch of your body aches, but the soft sensation of his lips kissing you so sweetly has you melting into the mattress like putty. So exhausted that sleep was all you could think about, so blissed out and content. Chanhee seems to have the same thought. Falling into the space beside you, draping his arm over your back.
“You’re never getting rid of me,” Chanhee whispers, tugging you into him.
“Shut up,” You grumble, wigging back into him before drifting off to sleep.
What have you gotten yourself into…
Q - “Wait until I get home…”
[[ riding, power bottom reader, you send nudes while he's in an important work meeting ]]
You stared at the text that flashed on your screen, you were giddy thinking about the damage you must have caused while Changmin was in his meeting this afternoon. It wasn’t your fault that you were home alone on your day off, after all, he had promised he would be home today.
But of course, there was always some kind of surprise meeting.
You were a little upset, so you did what you knew best. You played dirty… Pulling out some of your best clothes and dressing up for the camera, taking a good collection of sensual photos. In one of them you’re wearing one of Changmin’s favourite dress shirts, the unbuttons undone and exposing your skin so tastefully.
You send them all one by one… Watching as the delivered mark changed to read. He ignored you. You had expected that, but you still pout and continue to send more. Sending them all one by one slowly, watching as the text bubble appears and disappears.
Darling: Just wait until I get home...
It has you completely riled up, dancing around the house with your favourite music playing softly in the background. You can see it now, him walking through the door with those lustful eyes. You’re about to get the attention you deserve. You’re still wearing his dress shirt and a pair of black underwear, the contrast of black and white had you feeling so pretty as you danced in the mirror freshening yourself up.
You hear the beeping at the door. Your heart begins to race as you step out of the bathroom and watch Changmin walk through the door, dropping his briefcase onto the floor and tugging at his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. His eyes meet yours.
“Darling,” You coo happily, walking towards the entryway.
He shakes his head, his eyes darkening as they wash over you, he sighs… “You think you’re funny, huh?”
You pretend to ponder the thought, smiling, “Kind of.”
“I tried to ignore my phone, but you see someone just kept texting over and over, completely bypassing my do not disturb setting. The CEO of the company we're trying to work with urged that we pause so I could check my phone because it must be important…” Changmin explains while unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up, "Do you even understand what you did?"
"Did you like it?”
He growls, frustrated as he pushes you up against the wall. His nose shoved into your neck as he breathes you in. Hands-on your hips as he lets his desires take over, turning him into the hungry animal that you wanted; that you deserved.
His cock was already hard, rubbing against your leg.
Changmin grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, draping your arms over his shoulders. He pressed his full weight up against you, pinning you into the wall. He kisses you softly, teasingly flicking his tongue over your lips. He kisses down your neck, playfully nipping and biting your collarbone before he exhales.
“Wanna ride you,” You coo so innocently, like some love-sick dove calling for your mate.
Changmin carries you to the bedroom while you giggle, your hands weaving into his hair, your lips against his sensitive neck. One minute you’re on top of the world and the next you’re falling, landing into the pile of blankets and you feel your stomach drop. Changmin crawls over you slowly. A hand on your hip and the other sliding against your stomach.
You reach for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as fast as you can and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He sits back taking it off the rest of the way before he’s falling back into you, his hungry lips on yours again. This time the kiss is deeper and suffocating. Your hands are on his belt, blindly pulling at the leather strap until it comes undone.
“So needy,” Changmin groans. Sitting back on his knees, he begins to tug your underwear past your hips and down your thighs until he’s tossing them to the floor.
You sit up, pushing him back onto the bed and crawl into his lap. You reach in between your thighs, grabbing onto his cock and guiding yourself down onto it. You’re impatient and demanding. He groans, jaw tightening as you drop yourself. Taking all of him, you moan, circling your hips and leaning forward. You kiss him, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you lift and drop your hips.
It feels so good, taking control and using his cock to fuck yourself the way you want.
Changmin has his hands on your waist holding onto you as you sit up, putting both of your hands onto his chest to stabilize yourself as you ride him. Rocking your hips back and forth, lifting and dropping…
“You feel so good,” You whine, “So big and thick..” You feel yourself tighten at your own words, throwing your head back, “So fucking hot inside of me.”
Changmin has his hands on your hips, holding you in place and fucking into you until he’s panting and gasping for air. His stomach tightens as he throws his head back. His nails digging into your hips.
“Ugh, fuck… fuck…”
You can feel the way he pulses inside of you, his cock twitching and filling you as you continue to ride him. Rocking your hips as the pleasure builds and builds until you’re on the verge of coming and Changmin can’t stop trembling, overstimulating as you continue to ride him until you’ve finished. Your thighs squeeze his hips as you fall into his chest.
You cum.
And it feels just as good as you had hoped, pulsing at every movement. Panting hard into Changmins chest. He wraps his arms around you and you both stay like that for a while.
“You’re such a brat,” Changmin sighs, rubbing your back.
“You love it,” You hum. Basking in his warmth with your cheek pressed against his chest.
Haknyeon - “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
[[ ceo/intern au, submission, soft dom, marking/hickeys, bondage/rope, neck kisses, finger fucking, subspace , lots of praise ]]
You’re nervous.
And understandably so considering your boss has just finished tying your arms behind your back with the blue jute rope that you had picked out a few nights ago when you had first discussed the deal together. And you’re beginning to feel the effects as he sits in the chair across from you.
You loved your work, loved the company and your boss. He was such a sweet and gentle person, you would do anything for him. In your worst, he was always there cheering you on and though he had his moments of being stern, he was a caring person that wanted his team to thrive.
In every way, you owed your life to him because you were finally living the dream and waking up every morning with a reason, a purpose. You would do anything for him.
So, when you found out how stressed he was it was only natural that you asked your therapist during one of your sessions about a hypothetical way to help somebody's stress. She listed many things. And you tried a few of them, bringing him herbal teas and offering to work overtime to help with keeping him company late into the evenings. But the bags under his eyes only grew darker and darker from the lack of sleep.
Haknyeon had choked on his coffee when you had first offered to be his submissive. Staining his dress shirt as he jumped forward in his seat. He got up and closed the office door, staring at you with such utter disbelief that you had even just suggested a thing. You begged, explaining a few of the things you had read and he seemed to listen. Nodding his head with his arms crossed over his chest, leaned up against his desk.
That day would always be imprinted in your mind. The day your boss said yes to becoming your dominant and the day you realized you were a little more than just thankful for him.
And now here you are. Heart racing and you know deep down this is more than just some office crush, more than just your admiration for him. You watch as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows.
“Safe word?” Haknyeon said, leaning forward into the hand on his thigh.
“Ocean.”
“Good. I’m going to touch you now but the second you say the safe word everything will stop, okay.”
“Okay…” You pause for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, “Master.”
Haknyeon stands up, stepping towards you and you can feel the butterflies… The way his shoes click on the floor and the scent of clean linen and sandalwood burning from the candles on the table. The scene is set.
Ready…3…2…1…
Action.
Haknyeon tilts your chin up, his eyes washing over your exposed body so slowly it has your heart racing, feeling insecure as he takes in every inch of your skin. You try to look away but he tuts softly, turning your head more to look up at him.
You watch as his demeanour completely changes, the softness in his eyes exchanged with this look that makes you feel so small and uneasy. He looked like a completely different person, eye-fucking you as his hand lowers, tickling your skin as crouched down in front of you.
Two fingers trailing down your stomach and down the curve of your hips, his eyes following the hand that is now between your thighs.
“I wanna kiss you,” Haknyeon whispers, “Everywhere…”
He leans in, kissing your shoulder softly… His lips tag you with invisible marks until he’s made his way to your neck. He slips his hand between your thighs, massaging you and sinking his teeth into your neck at the same time.
You gasp.
Your vision blurs as you blink slowly, your head spinning as you slip further and further out of control. He continues to bite at your neck, sucking and kissing until it’s so tender you swear you have to be bleeding by now. He pulls back. His attention was now directed to your thighs once more as he spread your legs apart, enjoying the view as he touched you so teasingly. His fingers slicked with your pleasure.
Haknyeon's shoulders slump, exhaling. He’s falling into the role easier than he thought, touching you so slowly and basking in the moment of worshipping you slowly. His lips meet your skin again, kissing along your chest as he slips two fingers inside of you. Pumping them in and out so slowly, listening to the way your breathing has changed, the way your chest rises and falls with the push of his fingers.
“You’re so pretty,” He praises. He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss you.
The kiss is so soft at first, deepening gradually as he swallows down every soft whimper and moan you make until you’re trembling so hard, squirming and trying to close your legs to escape his touch.
“I want to fuck you…” Haknyeon says, and it almost sounds like he’s begging for your approval, like he’s so desperate and unable to stop himself, “On your knees.”
You do as he says, tucking your legs underneath you and getting into a kneeling position. He helps support you with your arms tied behind your back. He gets behind you and you can hear his belt being undone and you’re already squeezing your thighs together.
Haknyeon was going to fuck you.
Your boss was going to fuck you… On the floor of his living room, with your arms tied behind your back… You felt like you were floating, barely comprehending the way he pushed you forward, your chest pressed against the floor and your ass presented in the air. Your eyes roll as he pushes himself inside of you, stretching you open, taking him inch by inch. It feels like it’s never-ending. He feels so warm, pulsing inside of you…
Haknyeon takes your hand and you grab onto his tightly, grounding yourself as he begins to move in a slow push and pull. Basking in the way you feel around his cock, so warm and tight. He tips his head back groaning.
The roughness in his voice has you seeing stars... Eyes closed as you let the waves of pleasure wash over you. Moaning and crying as he fucked into you, pulling you under the current of his lust. You’re so blissed out.
“So tight,” He praises, “You’re doing so well, so perfect, just for me.”
The praise loops in your mind.
So good…So perfect…
Drool dripping from your lips, glossy and swollen…Your cheek is wet. And you feel so overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure takes over. The final wave pulls you under and holds you hostage, as you whimper into the floor. Crying out for Haknyeon so sweetly.
He answers your call, praising you… Telling you how beautiful you are, how sweet and perfect… Made just for him. Time escapes you, unable to keep track of how long Haknyeon fucks you, pulling you into his lap and fucking you from this angle. He’s surprised how gone you are, drooling and moaning, barely able to hold yourself up.
It’s exactly what Haknyeon needed. All of the stress washes away with each sweet moan you sing into his ear.
He holds you close to him as he cums, his body melting into yours, panting and breathing heavily. Until he’s untying your arms and picking you up. He carries you to the bedroom, wiping your body with a warm cloth before he crawls into the bed with you. Holding you against his chest and you both fall asleep.
Haknyeon sleeps through the night, and it’s the first time in months that he’s woken up to the sun and not the usual late-night darkness. Your head is on his chest and you're holding his waist… You were his insomnia cure.
Sunwoo - “Now that I got your attention…”
[[ cliché brothers bestfriend, minor violence ( he protects you ), he's so soft and hot ngl, like hear me out sunwoo would be the ultimate simp and this just fits him so well ]]
It’s not that you haven’t noticed his attempts, it’s that you had dodged them so well that he must have thought you didn’t notice. His efforts were only getting more and more drastic and bold.
But Sunwoo was your brother's best friend, they had been friends most of your life and you weren’t about to get involved in that kind of a mess.
Of course, that’s until Sunwoo has a guy that has been pestering you all night by the collar and he’s punching him hard. Until he lets go and the guy topples to the floor. Everyone is watching silently, all confused and curious. But you…Fuck, that was so hot.
“Fucking creep,” Sunwoo spits, his cheeks are red and you can tell that he’s holding himself back, “Think of this pain every time you get the urge to be a fucking perv.” And he kicks the guy right in the crotch.
The guy lurches forward, holding his cock in his hand. Whimpering and whining on the ground, his face bloody and already bruising. Sunwoo’s lip curls in disgust as he turns around and grabs you by the arm roughly. You’re silent as he drags you away from the party and towards his car.
“What are you doing?” You finally question as you get into the passenger seat.
“I’m taking you home,” Sunwoo says as he turns the ignition, “I don’t trust you alone. Why are you even at a party like this?”
You smile nervously, “Well. It was my friend's idea and I’m supposed to be staying at her place tonight, so I kind of told my brother that I was staying with her… But we planned on staying out all night, but uhm she kind of left with a dude.”
“Are you kidding me, y/n”?” Sunwoo scoffs. “You’re an adult already, why are you lying?”
“You know how my brother is,” You whine, “I don’t get why he always has to be so goddamn protective all the time, it’s normal to be adventurous in college.”
Sunwoo sighs, “You can stay at my place and I’ll keep your secret. And y/n?”
“Mmm?”
“Get better friends.”
You scoff, “Like that’s possible. Can we get food?”
The drive is the most fun you’ve had in a while, listening to Sunwoo’s loud music while you fill your face with fries. Watching the blur of streetlights and light rain that pelts the windshield while you drive back to the apartment.
At a stop light, you notice how bloody Sunwoo’s knuckles are and for some reason it has you squirming in your seat… Has Sunwoo always been this attractive?
He catches you staring and you can’t look away, staring at him like it’s the first time you were really seeing him. The lights flash green and he pulls his eyes away to go and you watch the way he drives, it’s so ridiculously attractive and it was driving you insane.
You flop down onto his bed, moaning at how squishy and comfortable it is.
“Your apartment is nice,” You say, sitting up and looking around his room. It’s not what you were expecting at all.
Sunwoo is standing across the room staring at you and you start to feel a little awkward under his stare.
You knew he liked you and he was always making passes behind your brother's back so you could only imagine what he was thinking right now. Most of all…You were going insane because you knew he would do anything for you. And there was too much power in knowing that if you asked him to fuck you, he’d been across the room in a second to touch you.
The thought gives you butterflies and you look down at the bed.
“Does your hand hurt?”
“A little,” Sunwoo confesses, looking down at his bruising knuckles, “I’m sorry if that was a lot. I just saw the look on your face as he touched you and I lost it.”
“No-no,” You shake your head, “It was… uhm really cool.”
“Cool?” Sunwoo chuckles, “You flatter me..”
He shakes his head, repeating the word 'cool' as he turns around and starts to pull open drawers and dig through his dresser. He sets them beside you on the bed.
“You can uhm shower and put these on, and you can sleep in the bed tonight.”
“Where will you sleep?”
“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” He simpers, his eyes doing a slow swipe over you.
You shake your head. Grabbing the stack of clothes and excusing yourself to go and shower.
Sunwoo is sitting in the living room when you come out of the shower and suddenly you feel a little self-conscious wearing his black t-shirt and sweats. He looks like he’s prepared a blanket and pillow on the couch. He’s wearing a pair of sweats and he’s taken his shirt off. Your eyes fall onto his chest, it’s so obvious that you’re staring.
“Sunwoo,” You whisper... It’s almost a whimper, your face feels like it’s on fire, “Sleep with me tonight….”
It’s so bold…possibly stupid. But you don’t care, he gets up off the couch and in a second his hands are cupping your face and his plush lips are pressed into yours. He kisses you roughly, and in a matter of seconds, your lips are already aching from the force that he crashed into you. His hands were holding you so tight like you’d disappear. It was so full of passion and desperation, for years he had only ever dreamed of being able to kiss you.
The next thing you know you’re both making your way to the bedroom, taking turns tossing eachother into walls and removing your clothes until you’re naked and being pushed into the bed. Sunwoo is on top of you in seconds. His lips against your thighs, kissing every inch of you as his hands hold onto making sure you don’t run away from him.
“I should have punched someone sooner,” Sunwoo moans, kissing the inside of your thighs and you grab onto his hair, tugging and throwing your head back into the bed. “Now that I have your attention…Let me take care of you, baby.”
“I want you,” You whine.
“You can have all of me,” Sunwoo says as he kisses your stomach, “You’ve always had me…”
You’re melting. How was he so fucking adorable and sweet, but so fucking annoyingly hot. He kisses every inch of your body, praising you. Telling you how beautiful you are, complimenting your skin and your curves. And you’re so desperate you’re begging for him to fuck you already.
He assures you that he will, that he’ll fuck you so good… And it makes your stomach flutter, ugh why was he so..ugh.
And finally, you’re laying on your side and he’s laying up against you, his lips kissing your shoulder blades softly. He grabs your thigh lifting it as he pressed his cock to your entrance and pushes in slowly. It feels so inexplicably good, the angle has you swooning. He lowers your leg and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he fucks into you nice and slow. And you’re going insane.
He’s taking his time and enjoying this moment.
He’s so disgustingly sweet, making sure you’re okay and kissing your neck. Laughing sweetly and confessing how much he’s enjoying this. He was such an embarrassing flirt but you were going crazy over it, loving the way he was worshipping you and taking care of you.
“You’re doing so good,” Sunwoo hums, running his hand over your hip, “So tight and wet for me…”
You’re pulsing between your thighs and all you can do is moan so pathetically, your eyes fluttering as you feel him moving inside of you. He’s so warm and comforting… It’s easy the way you seem to overflow into him. Cumming on his cock with a muffled whimper, your body trembling as he continued to move in and out of you slowly. It’s such a slow pace and you can’t believe you’ve come just from this, but every stroke is so slow, stretching you open, feeling how full you are with him inside of you. His warm body against yours, his moans in your ear. Every twitch of his cock.
Fuck.
“I’m going to cum,” Sunwoo whispers into your back. He pulls you into him as he begins to pant harder with each stroke, his voice is so raspy and low it makes your heart race.
You can feel him inside of you. The pulse of his cock and the warmth. It has you mewling, pushing yourself into him.
“I’ll lie for you any day,” Sunwoo teases, chuckling faintly.
“If my brother finds out, he’s going to kill you,” You say smugly, playing with his fingers that are still pressed into your stomach.
“It’d be worth it.”
Eric - “Anything you want I will do it for you, please just…”
[[ nsfw videos, he likes to wear cute kitty ears and be called cute in the bedroom, he talks a lot when he’s nervous, so cute and whiney ]]
You’ve always been a curious person by nature, so it comes as no surprise that you spend your free time alone watching everything and anything. It’s not surprising you’ve made an NSFW account and it’s not surprising you enjoy following random accounts and watching their porn videos. It was never really for pleasure, mostly a cure-all to your boredom. Scrolling through videos and watching a few seconds of someone getting railed before you continued on. But that was until you stumbled upon a video that captured your full attention.
He’s fisting his cock and his moans alone are enough to have you shoving your hand between your legs to touch yourself. You’ve never felt this effect before, never felt this kind of desperation over a video. But he was so alluring and sexy. He was so needy and whiney.
You let the video replay until you cum. And you pick up your phone again to look at the video just as the guy’s hand moved out of the way just enough that you see black ink on his skin that looks familiar. You sit up, clicking on his account and scrolling looking through all of his photos and videos. And there is no doubt in your mind that is Eric…
Oh fuck, he was always so annoying and loud in classes. You would have never pegged him to be this kind of a person. He was friends with a few of your friends, so there was the odd occasion where you would see him at a party or he’d join you all for karaoke. But fuck… You wanted him more than ever now.
A few days pass by and you’ve found yourself in the perfect opportunity to get him alone.
“I’ll go get more beer,” Eric chirps, jumping up from his seat the second that someone complained they were out.
You were all having a BBQ on your friend's rooftop, celebrating their new internship.
“I’ll help,” You offer, grabbing your jacket and following him downstairs.
The walk is awkward at first. Obviously, you’re thinking about how much you want to fuck him and he’s mindlessly talking about something you don’t understand. You stop.
“You okay?”
You shake your head, “Uhm... I’ve watched your videos.”
He runs his hand through his bangs, laughing nervously, “What videos?”
“The ones you posted on your blog.”
“I dunno what you’re talking about,” He shakes his head, “What kind of videos are you watching, y/n.”
“I know it was you,” You say, looking up at him, “I know your tattoo.”
He takes you seriously now. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and he began to stutter, rambling on and not really making sense.
Until finally, he’s stepping towards you, resting his forehead on your shoulder, “Anything you want I’ll do for you, please just…don’t tell anyone about those videos.”
“I won’t,” You shake your head, “God, no. Eric, I would never show anyone your personal videos, I just uhm...fuck, I just feel so guilty that I’ve gotten off them…”
He pulls away, his eyes washing over you with what feels like excitement, “Really? You don’t think it’s weird? Everyone always says it’s annoying and weird that I get so worked up and vocal, I just can’t help it,” He’s rambling, “I always suppress it…And I hate it…It just feels so good to–”
You fall into him… Kissing him to shut him up, your arms draped around his neck and your tongue slipping into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss is more intense than you could have imagined. He’s already moaning into the kiss. You pull away, kissing his jaw all the way down to his neck.
“It’s so hot,” You whisper. You place a wet open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his neck, sucking on the skin and biting playfully.
Eric moans in your ear and you feel giddy… You can’t believe this is real and not just a video on repeat, you want more. Biting hard and sucking until he’s breathless and pushing you away.
“We can’t do this here,” He pants hard. Taking a step back.
Completely neglecting the beer run, you’re both falling into his bed, fighting against your clothes and the desire to not stop kissing for longer than a few seconds.
“Did you really get off to me?” Eric asks, kissing down your chest.
“Yeah,” You pant, your nails dragging across his back, “You’re so cute…”
You panic, worrying that cute wasn’t the right term but he’s looking up at you with those beady eyes, flustered and blushing. He kisses your stomach and sits up to lean over the bed. He pulls up a black box and looks at you, almost seeking confirmation.
“What?” You question, tilting your head and sitting up.
He opens the box and pulls out a pair of black ears and you immediately coo about how cute they are. He looks at you with pure excitement and he's rambling on excitedly about how they're his favourite ears and he thought he looked cute in them too, but he's never shown, anyone. And you can't help but watch him ramble, your eyes softening at how fucking adorable he is. He puts them on his head and asks you how he looks.
“You look so cute, baby,” You say, “Wanna ride you…”
Eric is on his back. His hands are on your hips as you guide his cock to your hole and lower yourself. It feels so good, sinking down until your ass is against his thighs. Your hands against his chest as you lean forward to kiss him, you rock your hips until he’s mewling against your mouth. He's panting, trying to breathe through it. You sit up, arching your back to raise your hips easier. Fucking yourself on his cock while you listen to him moan, every second passing and you’re in heaven.
He really looks so cute with those ears on and his voice… It was such a turn-on.
You can’t help but reach between your thighs touching yourself. And he looks up at you, his eyes glossy and watching you like you’re the best things he’s ever fucking seen. His hands drag over your thighs, squeezing each time he exhales.
“You’re doing so good,” You praise, “So cute and good for me, hmm? Fuck, you’re so big…”
“So tight,” Eric coos, throwing his head back into the pillow, “Feels so good, so good, gonna c-cum.”
“Cum for me…You’re so deep.”
He’s moaning so loud, it’s so high-pitched and breathy and it’s so much hotter than the videos you had watched. You sink yourself down, dropping your weight and clenching around him. Pulling your hand from between your thighs as you let your orgasm take over. You can feel him pulsing…He’s a mess and you soak in every second, watching his eyes flutter and he pants hard.
You lay on top of him, resting your head on his sweaty chest.
“You sound so pretty,” You hum, happily.
[[ Ahhhh thank you for reading, again I'm sorry this is so long hhh I really did try to contain myself. This was both a nightmare and fun so I hope you enjoy, it's been so long since I've written so I really hope this is okay ㅠㅠ ]]
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slasher reactions to an s/o with nipple piercings
includes: billy lenz, herbert west, pinhead, amanda young, chucky + tiffany, candyman, and freddy krueger.
insipired by @sl4shcelebr1ty's post about this. i loved it but wanted to add my favorite slashers too :)
tw: mention of body mutilation. nsfw !!!
billy lenz
- absolutely flabbergasted
- billy is from the 70s. and sheltered.
- PLEASE. MAKE IT COMPLETELY CLEAR. HE CANNOT YANK ON THE BARS.
- they will become the main focus of every lewd comment he sends your way
- "pretty piggy. do you want billy to hurt you too? pull on them?" while he's sitting on top of your shirtless body
- non-sexually, he just thinks it's another exciting thing that makes you unique and interesting.
herbert west
- he's seen much more drastic things in and on a human body so i can't imagine he'd be too shocked
- it would probably be a turn on for him, though, especially if he didn't expect it
- might tease you about it a little bit
- would probably make a little comment in the moment after he took your shirt off like, "oh, hmm. you could've warned me, y/n. i'll have to be careful not to chip my teeth"
pinhead
- ...
- i mean
- LMAO
- yeah i don't think they'd be too fazed
- would probably praise you a little for it since they know it was most likely very "painful" for you
- would ask you how the pain felt
- they'd definitely want to put more piercings in your body
- obviously they wouldn't want to stop there, though.
- "you like them there, why wouldn't you like them covering you, my dear? coating all of your flesh? please, wait here, allow me to gather the pins-"
amanda
- she would be both adoring and jealous
- with her line of work, she couldn't deal with the healing and the possibility of getting them snagged and ripped out by a victim when attacking them
- so she'd have to get her joy by playing with yours instead
- would probably love to tug on them just enough to where you were in pain
- "oh poor baby, did that hurt?"
- then she'd immediately do it again
chucky
- would literally go, "oh ho ho."
- he would be so excited.
- like amanda, he'd want to tug on them, but he wouldn't be nearly as gentle.
- please establish a safe word because he seriously might tear them through your nipples.
- not purposefully but just carelessly.
- naturally, your chest would be his new favorite thing
- even when you're fully dressed he'd be staring at them and smirking to himself because he knows something other people don't
tiffany
- i picture her as a soft praising dom
- she'd touch them so gently and kiss them while talking about how pretty you are
- would leave so many lipstick marks over your chest
- if you wanted more piercings she'd be so supportive
- but would want to do them herself
- yes she has no former training, and ???
- if you were adamant about getting them professionally done, she'd still come along to hold your hand
- don't be surprised if your piercers go missing after touching you though.
candyman
- would speak in poems about how beautiful they are
-youlookabsolutelyalluringmybeautifuliwanttobeonewithyou
- would show you how much he adored them by spending hours worshipping and kissing them
- there are no bounds to his love
- might wish he could get matching ones so that he could have something constantly inside his body that was a part of you as well
freddy krueger
- you'd wish you never told him
- would make so many dirty, violent jokes that you'd be nervous being too close to him
- when you finally let your guard down to be intimate with him he'd be all over your chest
- top focus
- "it's only a dream, doll. come on. let me play a little?"
- the only one who would purposefully and shamelessly rip them out of your body while fucking you
- sorry :(
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Belated Birthday- Hyunjin Imagine
Pairing: Hyunjin x gn!reader
Genre: fluff fluff fluff
Summary: it's been a month since hyunjin's birthday, and you decide to surprise him <3
Word Count: 830+
Warning: n/a
A/N: a late birthday post for hyunjin! i'm sorry i haven't been writing as much as i used to. i hope you enjoy this belated birthday post!
Long distance relationships are never easy, especially when someone is an idol. You are very grateful for technology so you can FaceTime Hyunjin on his secret iPhone he still has. It was Hyunjin’s birthday last month, but Hyunjin’s schedule didn’t allow you two to see each other. You tried to coordinate celebrating during his holiday break, but you had multiple work trips that didn’t allow you to be together. Therefore, you decided to surprise him.
Schedules finally cleared up for you, and you wanted to do something for Hyunjin not only for his birthday but for all the hard work he has been doing. You texted Hyunjin before his schedules started, telling him to come to your apartment when he is done at 8PM. You baked him a small, simple cake, blew up pink and white balloons, put on a birthday hat, and had a popper in your hands. Your present was waiting for him on the table next to the cake. Nerves started to build in your stomach as time was reaching closer to when he is supposed to arrive. The little surprise had to be perfect. Time hasn’t been kind to you both, and you wanted this to be special for him.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang. He is here. You take a deep breath before you shout, “Come in Hyunnie!” Right as Hyunjin walks through the door, you pop the popper in your hand. “Surprise!!”
Hyunjin’s face brightened at the setup you have for him. His cheeks turn pink as he sees you with your cute birthday hat that was definitely made for a child’s head. “Baaaabe! What are you doing?” he says, walking to you with open arms.
You wrap your arms around his middle. “I wanted to celebrate your birthday properly.”
“We already celebrated my birthday though,” he says, kissing your cheek.
“Yeah through a video call!” you pout.
“Being with you is all that matters, near or far,” he smiles. You roll your eyes and tuck your face into his chest. He giggles and squeezes you tighter, leaving a kiss on your forehead. He turns his head to the kitchen table. “Is that a cake?”
You pull away from his arms, “Yes it is! You want a piece?”
He nods his head frantically and skips to the kitchen. You follow behind him and grab a knife. You slice the cake to place them on paper plates. Hyunjin pulls out a chair to sit down. He takes a bite of the cake, making his cute “Hmm” noise as he eats. “This is yummy!”
“I’m glad!” you say, taking a bite of your cake.
Hyunjin’s eyes scan over to the pink wrapping paper next to him. He picks it up and glances at you with a questioning look. “Is this for me?” he asks.
“We aren’t celebrating my birthday,” you tease.
He chuckles at your sarcasm before pushing his cake to the side to have his present in front of him. He picks up the card that was taped to the top of the box that hid new paint supplies you got from Paris. He carefully opens the envelope to see a homemade card. It was simple, white with little flower doodles surrounding the handwritten words ‘Happy Birthday Hyunnie’.
“I wrote this before your birthday. I wanted to send it to you so it would arrive on your birthday, but I was too late to the post office. So, here it is now!” you explain.
He smiles fondly at the card before reading.
My Dearest Hyunjin,
As the sun rises on this enchanting day, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the gift of your presence in my life. Today, as we celebrate the anniversary of your birth, I am reminded of the countless reasons why you are not just my partner but also my soulmate and my greatest treasure.
Your birthday is a beautiful reminder of the light you bring into the world, illuminating even the darkest corners with your infectious laughter, boundless compassion, and unwavering love. With each passing year, you become more extraordinary, more inspiring, and more deserving of all the happiness and love this world has to offer. I am forever inspired by you.
On this special day, I want to express my deepest admiration for the incredible person you are and my unending devotion to the journey we share together. May this day be filled with laughter, joy, and unforgettable moments, and may the year ahead be brimming with blessings, adventures, and endless love. Happy birthday, my love. Here's to celebrating you today and every day, now and forever.
With all my heart,
Y/N
Tears form on Hyunjin’s waterline. His chin quivers as he reaches the end of the letter. He puts the letter back in the envelope and pulls you into a tight hug. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever read,” he says, pulling away to cradle your face. “I love you so much, Y/N. For eternity, I will love you.” He pulls your face to give you a longing, gentle kiss.
You pull away slowly, “I love you for eternity, too. Happy belated birthday Hyunnie.”
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Snippet for It runs in the blood.
***ok, so the chapter is almost done; I just need to edit it now, and cut some scenes or arrange them around. This scene might get cut, so I decided I might as well post it here. If all goes well, we'll have the new chapter by the end of the week.***
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“Are you afraid of me, Sirius?”
They are in bed, Sirius regaining his breath, on top of Voldemort, his forearms supporting his weight, on either side of Voldemort’s head.
It’s a very weird time to ask such a question, right after Sirius came. He’s still inside Voldemort.
“Is this what you think of while I fuck you?” Sirius demands, looking down into those focused, sharp eyes.
Should have let him fuck me instead; or sucked him off. Sirius is sure Voldemort’s mind doesn’t wander on those occasions, as it apparently does when Sirius fucks him.
“Answer me.” Voldemort’s voice is soft, his gaze curious and intense, impossible to hide from.
It makes Sirius wonder why he even needs to ask, when it always feels as if Voldemort can see straight into his soul.
He tries to climb off Voldemort, but one of those deceptively thin arms coils around Sirius’ back and traps him in place, oh so easily.
“No,” Sirius says. “Not really,” he rectifies.
One of Voldemort’s eyebrows lifts, questioningly. “Not really,” he repeats. He sounds displeased.
A cynical part of Sirius almost wants to ask if he’s displeased Sirius doesn’t fully fear Voldemort.
But he knows it’s the other way around. Voldemort doesn’t want Sirius to fear him at all.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Sirius clarifies. “But I am aware of…hmm.” Sirius moves one of his arms, his finger smoothing over the frown that appeared between Voldemort’s eyebrows. “Of how powerful you are,” Sirius goes on. “Far more powerful than I am.”
Voldemort frowns harder.
Sirius tries to move again, and this time he’s allowed. He lies beside Voldemort, but soon, Voldemort shifts, and now he’s glaring down at Sirius. “One only needs to worry about enemies being more powerful. I am not your enemy.”
“I know. I’m not worried,” Sirius says. “Just- aware. I- well, you wouldn’t understand, would you?”
Voldemort hasn’t met, and never will meet, someone as powerful as he is, let alone someone more powerful.
When he was a child, Dumbledore; but, as he pointed out, Dumbledore was an enemy, in Tom Riddle’s mind, branded as such from a very early age.
He wouldn’t know how it feels to fall in love with someone so out of his league, someone that could destroy him in a second. Someone that sleeps besides him, cooks for him, but, if it came down to it, someone that could easily annihilate him, on a whim.
Sirius smiles up at him. “It feels dangerous,” he explains. “But that’s not really fear, and I like danger. Living on the edge, and all that. If you weren’t this ridiculously overpowered, I probably wouldn’t like you so much.”
'Like' is a massive understatement. Sirius loves him, he’s obsessed with Voldemort to a terrifying degree. There lies the problem. “It’s more - I fear that I will disappoint you,” Sirius confesses. Fucking Voldemort. He knows me too well. He knows Sirius is more open after he comes, more willing to voice things he would struggle with at any other moment. “That one day-"
You’ll grow bored of me. I’ll stop being this new shiny toy.
Though, truly, it’s been a while. They’ve met two years before. They’ve been fucking for around a year now. Sirius has practically moved in with him for a couple of months. And Voldemort doesn’t show signs he’s bored or disillusioned with Sirius so far.
“Anyway,” he says, trying to end this subject. “I’m doing my best to catch up to you,” he jokes.
There’s no catching up with Voldemort. Sure, Sirius is growing stronger every day, seems like it. He feels he left his peers in the dust, behind him. He feels he could destroy most Death Eaters in a one-on-one duel; most Aurors, too.
He feels it’s possible one day, into a not so very distant future, that Sirius will become one of the most powerful wizards in Britain- perhaps even Europe, if he works hard enough.
It’s not farfetched. Power is in his bloodline, it’s his birthright, and Voldemort’s tutelage only pushes Sirius further on this path of power.
But he’ll never catch up to Voldemort. Not even close. No matter how many books he will read, what he will learn, how much he practices -it’s simply impossible.
Men like Voldemort, men like Dumbledore or Merlin, are anomalies, aberrations of magic- their power is not a tangible goal.
Rarities, exceptions. Truly, it’s a wonder they got Voldemort and Dumbledore in the same century. One of these freaks of magic usually comes around every other century or so.
And we got two, in Britain, at once. How lucky. This island is truly cursed.
Or blessed.
Depends how one looks at it.
“At least I scare you productively.” Voldemort still sounds displeased, though less so than a minute ago.
Sirius rolls his eyes. “I’m not scared,” he insists, and he pushes Voldemort off him, with enough force to make him retreat. “Why don’t you make me something to eat,” he barks, to show he really isn’t afraid of Voldemort. “I’m starving.”
The fact that he doesn’t get murdered or at least tortured on the spot, the fact that Voldemort actually gets up and heads to the kitchen, proves to Sirius he really doesn’t have much reason to fear him.
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Summary: Ten just looks so pretty in your skirt.
Pairing: Ten x fem!reader
Tropes: friends with benefits au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: Ten in a skirt, language
Smut Warnings: pegging, feminization (calling male anatomy female anatomy, feminine pet names/pronouns used, etc.), clothed sex, dirty talk, praise kink, a little degradation
Word Count: 1,107
Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye
Note: thank you to @stardragongalaxy and @anyamaris for beta/proofing this
Before You Interact
February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Bad New (ENG ver) by Kiss of Life
“Ten, why are you in my closet?” You call from your bed.
There isn’t a response. You can hear him rooting through your things, though. Shaking your head, you look back at your phone, scrolling through posts mindlessly. A cacophony of clatters startles you out of your scrolling again. It’s very obvious that Ten knocked something over. With a sigh, you roll out of bed and make your way to your walk-in closet. The sight you’re greeted with is something you aren’t sure how to process at first. The ground is covered in hangers and random clothing items. Your friend, however, is wearing your clothes: a pretty black pleated skirt and a cropped white button-up top. You want to be upset with him for literally making a bomb of clothing and hangers blow up in your closet, but at the same time, you want nothing more than to destroy him. His long blonde hair is mostly loose, other than the little bit tied back into a small bun.
When he looks up at you, there’s a glimmer of shock in the cutest way possible. You step closer to him and take the edge of the skirt in your hand. You just play with the fabric for a few moments without saying a word. Ten shuffles slightly, making the hangers clatter as they shift by your feet.
“You having fun, pretty baby?” You ask, voice slightly sultry.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, “I wanted to try this on a while ago. When you first showed me it, honestly.”
You release the fabric and place a hand on his bare waist, “You look pretty like this. So damn pretty.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it then?” He teases.
You smirk and squeeze his waist slightly before moving to grab his hand. Pulling him from the closet, you guide him toward your bed and instantly push him so he lies flat on his back. The shirt shifts slightly, just enough for you to see the bottom of his chest tattoo. You let your hands wander under the loose fabric to play with his chest. It’s something you found out before you started hooking up. His nipples are severely sensitive, and you’re always happy to take advantage of that knowledge in and out of the bedroom. Ten squirms under your touch. No matter how often you play with his chest or how much you fixate on it from session to session, he’ll never be used to the feeling.
“You want me to fuck you in your pretty skirt, baby?”
“Please,” he whines, “want you to use me.”
You smirk at his response, standing up to wander back to your closet. Digging into one of the tall cupboards, you pull your strap out. You strip all of your clothing before walking back into the bedroom. When you look at Ten, you see he’s already pulled his underwear off from under the skirt. He’s hard and leaking a bit with desperation. You hear him let out a small whimper when you secure the strap on your body. Stepping closer, you absentmindedly play with his thighs just out of the way of where he needs you. You dig through your bedside table to find the lube. As much as you love to play with him and use your spit, right now, you need to fuck him while he wears your skirt. There’s no room for teasing or oral today. You pour a generous amount of lube onto your fingers and rub it together to warm it up a bit. Ten bucks his hips up when your hand just barely grazes against him.
“Hmm?” You question, “Do you want me to play with your clit, princess?”
Ten lets out a broken moan when you refer to his cock as a clit. His desperate state only gets worse when the pet name ‘princess’ falls from your lips. It’s not something you indulge in often, but today it felt right.
“Please, w-want you to–” His words get cut off when you start running your fingers along his rim.
“Want me to what?” You tease, “I’m not even fingering you yet, and you’re already a wreck? Such a pathetic baby.”
You push your fingers into him, stretching him out and getting him ready for your cock. Ten moans at the intrusion and fists the skirt in his hands. He pulls the hem up against his hips, letting you have a full view of everything. The white button-up isn’t hiding anything, either. It’s pushed up over his chest. The only part of his body it covers is his arms and collarbones. You finally bring your hand to where he wants you to touch the most. He lets out a high-pitched whine when you finally wrap your hand around him.
“Aww, does my pretty princess like being touched like this? Having her little clit and hole played with?”
He nods fervently, “Yes! Fuck, yes! I love it, want–” he cuts himself off with another moan as you finger him faster.
“Hmm? What does my princess want?”
“Fuck me!” He nearly yells, “Use my pussy like a common whore.”
Your eyes darken at his comment. He’s stretched enough that you could fuck him without hurting him in the process. There’s still going to be a bit of a stretch when you first push in. It’s something he enjoys, though, as long as you’re not causing lasting marks or pain, he couldn’t care how rough you are with him. Lining your strap up with his wet hole, you push in. Ten brings a hand up to cover his mouth as his eyebrows furrow. Your hand continues to play with his leaking cock as you push to be fully inside him.
“I wish you could see yourself, princess. You look like a damn wet dream. Cute little pussy swallowing me, clit so sensitive while I play with it.”
“P-please,” he whines, “please fuck me.”
You smirk, tugging his cock unexpectedly as you give a very sharp first thrust. He tosses his head back in pleasure. You don’t let him get out a single coherent word as you fuck into him at a brutal pace. The skirt has bits of precum on it. Each time his tip brushes against the fabric, he bucks his hips, attempting to get more of the feeling. His ponytail fell out a while ago. Now, seeing how his pretty blonde locks layout on your mattress makes him look even more fucked out and pretty.
“You want me to use you like a common whore, princess?” You ask, through a growl, “You better get ready for one hell of an afternoon.”
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Dare to Surrender (Series) Part 3
Pairing: Javier Pena x f!reader [no name/ physical description/no use of y/n]
Words: 5.5
A/N: This is porn with a dash of plot because my other story is angsty and stressin’ too many people out and I love me a good enemies to lovers story.
After your bet with Peña you're determined to move on from the experience, especially when a handsome new Agent shows interest.
Javier doesn't agree.
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You cannot stand Javier Peña.
Not because he goes rogue at every opportunity.
Not just because he lets his cigarettes fill the office with plumes of acrid smoke.
It's because does all of those things in a delicious, distracting package. Jeans that don't need to be that tight, shirts that don't need to be unbuttoned that low, a jaw of fucking granite, a mouth of full-lipped sin.
It's also because now that you've fucked him, you want to do it again. You want to experience it but without the edge of desperation, the unwillingness to surrender.
And the worst part of all? He knows it.
He must. Why else does he keep finding reasons to brush up against you, claiming he needs to grab the files behind you? Why else does he now bring over a coffee for you in the mornings, his finger circling the rim suggestively as he smirks?
You try to ignore it and revel in the spoils of your victory instead, because your paperwork is completed and placed on your desk each morning. It greets you the first day after Javier's loss. It's decently done, and you rarely have to make corrections.
But it's not really fair is it?
Sometimes when you leave work for the day and Javier is still typing away there are times when you feel guilty. He's there working extra because he's doing part of your job because he thinks that you won the bet you’d made together.
You didn't really win.
But before the guilt consumes you, it always ceases because Javier is getting bolder. His teasing has now moved from small winks or fingers on coffee cups to dropping comments during work in front of Murphy to start.
You are at your desk, leaning over the English newspaper articles about Escobar that you've been tasked with. Its daunting, unrelenting and un-fun work made even less fun when one of your co-workers has taken to making small walks around the office every hour, as if he’s trying to entice you to watch his body.
But now you’re focused and about to highlight a specific piece of intel about Escobar’s latest visit to the stripper. You don't even see Peña, you hear him, his husky voice above you.
"Hard at work?"
"Yeah, it must look unfamiliar to you," you toss out, rolling your eyes up at him. You still when you see the glint in Javier's.
"Hmm," Javier says suddenly affecting an over the top look of confusion."Your desk seems a bit wobbly, osita. Should probably have maintenance come look at it."
He didn’t just say that. He didn’t just reference railing you here at your desk the other night. He wouldn’t do that.
Gonna fuck you right, osita. So every time you sit at this desk you remember how good my cock felt filling you up.
Arousal is already starting to pool between your legs. You clear your throat.
Murphy's light eyes flick up to see you grimace before he turns back to the paper on his desk.
"Its fine," you finally reply with pinking cheeks. "I don't even notice it."
"No?" Javier asks lightly. And now he's tilting his pelvis against the edge, pressing into it and pushing. It creaks against him and all you can hear is the sound it made under you as he fucked you against it last week.
He does it again, slowly, watching as your eyes fix themselves on his rolling hips. "You don't hear that?"
You glance up, prepared to say something cutting but the sight of Javier smirking down at you as he does this immediately makes your mouth go dry. All you can think of is that night, Peña slamming into you from behind as his low voice made filthy promises.
You’re gonna get wet right there in the middle of work. But don't worry. You come get me when you do and I'll make you feel good all over again.
You force yourself to swallow.
"Nope," you finally manage, your eyes going back to the file in your hand. "It's fine, Peña."
He does this through the entire week. Little comments peppered into conversation. Innocuous touches along your lower back as he moves past you. It comes to a head during a meeting with Murphy and Carillo in the latter's office.
You've been discussing the latest interception at the strip club Escobar men usually frequent. Carillo brings out a large photo, one you'll place on the evidence board later.
"New lead," Carillo says, showing Murphy before sliding the photo towards you and Peña across the desk. Your heads almost touch as you both look at the photo.
It's one of the dancers, obvious by her beautiful body and skimpy clothes. She's smiling widely, her eyes hidden by sunglasses and she waves at whomever is taking the photograph.
Javier's type, you think.
"One of Escobar new women," Carillo explains. "Luciana Felipe."
"Oritz thinks he can secure a meeting for us," Carillo offers with a thoughtful look. "We'll see."
"Hope it works out," Murphy says nodding. "Hope she cooperates."
"She draws a lot of eyes her way," Javier observes frowning. "Most of Escobar's women are more subdued in the public eye. This one seems to be welcoming the attention."
The other two men seem to consider this as you stare at the photo. You lean forward on the desk as you glance at some of the other photos Carillo is sliding your way.
"Would be quite the lead though," Javier murmurs beside you as you take in the photos. "She's a very pretty girl."
The dragging rasp of his voice and those words hit you directly in your core and the reaction is as immediate as it is acute. Your head drops forward as a sharp whimper escapes you. An honest to God whimper.
Carillo looks over you, brow arched.
"You okay?"
"Yep. Fine," you assure Castillo, shooting Peña a glare when the other men have their attention back on the files.
Peña winks at you. Actually fucking winks. And suddenly you're furious. This is your job, something you take pride in. And he's acting like it's all a big joke.
You pull yourself together for the rest of the meeting, sure to stay away from Javier the best you can. The minute you can you’ve gathered your notes and shoved them into the manila folder at your left. On staggering heels you head down to the canteen for lunch.
Javier, obviously oblivious to the way you're ignoring him, follows close behind.
///
He's not oblivious. He knows you're upset and he knows why. He loves the reason that has you coming undone
He just knows you're wet.
He guarantees it after seeing your reaction to that comment in the office. With Carrillo. The way you'd pitched forward, arching. Those two little words: pretty girl.
It almost makes him feel drunk, the power those words on his tongue hold.
He stands behind you in the lineup of agents and workers waiting to get food, but Javier's not hungry for anything other than your continued company.
"Hmm, what looks good," he says anyway, his eyes not leaving the back of your head. "What do I want to sink my teeth into today?"
He sees your shoulders jump to your ears. He can almost see steam coming out of your ears before you're spinning to face him, your voice angry yet soft.
"This wasn't part of it, Peña."
"What wasn't?" Javier asks, the picture of innocence with wide brown eyes that slide along your face.
"Relentlessly teasing me about what we did," you insist in a furious whisper. "That's not fair."
"A lot about that night wasn't fair," Javier challenges, though there's no bite in his tone. He seems endlessly amused by your ire. "No kissing, no tasti-"
"Stop it," you interrupt, knowing where he's going with this. You glance around anxious that you're being overheard. The canteen is packed with agents, secretaries and other office personnel. The last thing you need is for the entire embassy to know Javier screwed you.
"You make up rules, so do I," Javier whispers back. "And my new rule is that I get to remind you about that night whenever I want to."
He lights a cigarette as you spin around with a huff to decide on what to have for your lunch. You studiously ignore him now, obviously irritated with how this entire thing has gotten out of control.
But that's what he likes most. Seeing you out of control.
"I'm free tonight, osita," Javier murmurs. “In case you were curious.”
A curl of smoke drifts between you when you twist to glare at him over your shoulder. Javier feels his body respond to this. The sight of you arching over your shoulder to look at him. All that's missing is the half-lidded look and that delicious way you'd whimpered "I need it faster, please baby" to him.
He's never going to forget that. For as long as he lives Javier is never going to forget you twisting to look at him over your shoulder on the desk, mouth wet and cheeks flushed and begging for him to fill you as he fucked you.
It's a stark contrast to the look of disgust on your features now. Javier cocks a brow at you, his dark eyes glittering merrily.
"You're free?" You sneer. "And I'm supposed to care?"
Javier cocks a brow at you, his dark eyes glittering merrily.
"The way your pussy took me last time I just assumed you'd be willing to try another round." Peña peers into your face. "Since we tied."
///
"We d-did not tie," you sputter.
You feel powerless when he tilts his head forward, his endless eyes capturing yours before his mouth grazes your temple.
"You think I didn't feel it?" Javier murmurs at your ear. "Think I didn't feel you tighten around my cock?"
Shit. He knew.
He knew and yet he's still been doing your paperwork for the last two and a half weeks. You're perplexed by this. You pull back from him, suddenly aware of the secretary nearby who is staring at you over her chicken salad.
"You don't know anything," you say with a tight sigh. "And I have actual work to do tonight so why don't you go pick up one of your girls from the brothel and call it overtime like you usually do?"
He's tilted his head back so he can look down at you from half lidded eyes. You can't tell if he's amused or irritated.
"You'd be fine with that," Javier reasons, his jaw tight. The cigarette hangs loosely over his lower lip now.
"Of course," you reply with a sneer as you grab one of the sandwiches from the shelf. "Why would I care who you sleep with?"
Javier looks like he's about to say something more when you both hear your name being called from behind you. You turn to see Williams approach, a handsome smile over his face. Your heart kicks to a start as he nears.
"Agent Williams," you say shrilly before catching yourself, affecting a more neutral tone before you try again. "Hi."
Javier watches as you get flustered, his brows knitting together. His dark eyes travel from your bright eyes over to the tall blonde sauntering over.
"I was just wondering today when I'd see you again," Williams says with a broad smile. "And here you are."
"Here I am," you offer awkwardly. "Must be fate."
"So do I get to know your name?" Williams murmurs with a teasingly glint in his eyes as he comes to stand closer to you, his voice dropping. "Or is that top secret as well?"
You giggle, unable to stop yourself as you recall your first meeting with him.
"We call her Osita."
Williams' light eyes travel over your shoulder to see your companion smirking at the back of your head. You shoot daggers at Javier for bringing up the asinine nickname.
"Bradley Williams," he says extending his hand towards Javier. You remember yourself, twisting so you can face both men.
"This is uh.... Uh..." You say flustered by the conversation you'd just been having with Peña and the sudden appearance of Williams setting you off kilter.
"Peña," Javier says sharply before going to shake Williams hand. "Javier Peña."
"The one with the brothels," you add without thinking. Williams raises his eyebrows in surprise and a quick glance to your right highlights Peña shooting daggers at you.
"The Escobar case," Bradley suggests, saving you from further embarrassment.
"Yeah," Javier nods, glancing at the man's clearance badge. "You diplomatic security?"
"Yeah."
"You enjoy it?"
"Good so far," Bradley shrugs. His eyes turn back to you only for Peña to keep talking, distracting him.
"You speak Spanish, Bradley?"
"For the most part "
"S'good," Peña nods. "Too many expats come here just assuming everyone is gonna speak English for them."
You know he's referring to you and Murphy.
What is this, twenty questions?! Shut the fuck up, Peña!
All you want is for Javier to leave you alone so you can talk to Bradley. Does he prefer Brad? Does he like Italian food? You'll never know because Peña is just standing there tossing questions at him like some fucking chaperone making it impossible to flirt.
"Got a specialty?"
"Threat analysis," Bradley explains before motioning to you affectionately. "It's where I ran into, uh, osita, I think you called her?"
Bradley winks at you, unaware of the smile that has immediately dropped from Peña's face.
"Not my choice," you assure Bradley. "I wouldn't have picked something so stupid."
"Little Bear?" Bradley says with a lilt of amusement in his voice. "I like it. It's cute. It suits you."
He thinks you're cute!
Okay, maybe you do like the nickname. You smile shyly up at Brad, unaware when Javier finally left you, only realizing that he's gone when you go to pay for your lunch.
///
Bradley Williams.
With friends he goes by Brad, as you had learned over lunch with him. As you ate your overpriced turkey sandwich you had learned quite a bit. He's a few years older than you, his favorite Beatle is Ringo, he doesn't smoke but he does ride a motorcycle.
Sexy.
He takes your number, citing that perhaps it's best if you show him around Bogotá sometime since he's new and doesn't know many people.
You'd readily agreed.
Now you sit at your desk, your mind on Brad and where you'll show him this weekend when the phone rings. Murphy glances up when you answer.
"Hello?"
"Hello, osita. Having a good afternoon?"
You hold in an irritated groan. Peña. Of course it's Peña doing what he does best: irritating the shit out of you. Murphy turns to look at you, one hand holding your forehead, the other holding the phone to your ear.
"Who is it?" Murphy asks from across the room, concern clearly written on his handsome face. "If it's Carillo can you tell him to come in?"
"Tell him it's Ortiz," Javier orders softly over the line before you can tell Murphy it's him.
You don't know why but you do as he says. You suppose it's the unusually dark quality in his husky voice.
"It's Ortiz," you say robotically. Murphy nods, turning his attention back to the file he's been focused on all morning. "What did you need, Ortiz?"
"You told me earlier that you don't care who I fuck."
Peña's voice is a low whisper, as if he's afraid of being overheard.
You hold the phone between your shoulder and chin, rolling your eyes.
"No," you say with irritation. "I don't-"
"Then you won't mind this."
There's rustling and you hear the phone being placed somewhere hard. Then there's the sound of Javier walking over the cheap carpet in what you can only assume is his apartment.
There's a few moments of silence and annoyed you go to hang up. Did he just call you to be annoying? Does he not know how much work you and Murphy are collaborating on? Was he not paying attention in the meeting?
No he was too busy trying to fuck with you.
Your hand is just about to replace the phone in its cradle when something distant stops you.
Is that a woman giggling? Your skin prickles.
Yes. You're sure of it now. It's a woman gigging, the sound of it getting closer. Now there's the sound of Javier murmuring something low in Spanish, causing the woman to give another breathy titter.
"Got someone here with me," Peña announces in a voice that sounds distant. "A guest."
Is this intel? Should you be writing notes? You bring out your notepad, pen poised above it.
"We're at my place," Peña's distant voice tells you. "My bedroom to be exact. Want you to picture that, osita."
What the fuck is he doing? You hear shuffling. Murphy is typing away, not noticing the confused look on your face.
"She's naked," Peña says in a warm voice. "Stripped everything off the second we got to my place."
Oh Jesus. This isn't Intel. This isn't part of any case. This is strictly Peña trying to fuck with you.
"Asshole," you murmur so quietly Murphy doesn't hear you over the cheap fan whirring in the corner of the room.
You know Peña can't hear you over the phone either. He's still at a distance and you can assume he's got the phone hidden from sight.
"She's getting on her knees so nicely," Peña informs you over the phone. "Obedient."
Your pen remains hovering over your paper, as if you're frozen in time. How is this woman just going along with this?
"She doesn't speak a lick of English," Peña purrs over the line as if answering your unspoken ask. He murmurs something in Spanish and you can hear the woman giggling. "Made sure when I went to pick her up."
You pray that Murphy doesn't notice the sharp elevation of your breathing.
"Also made sure to ask for a girl that looks like you," Peña continues huskily. "She's very beautiful, osita. But not close to the real thing."
Your mouth has gone dry. You're staring into middle distance, your eyes glazed.
"But she does have one advantage over you," Peña continues lazily. "She's here and she wants to get fucked. Quieres que te follen, hermosa?"
"Si papi," she breathes out.
"You hear that? She wants it. Fucking desperate for my cock."
Why haven't you hung up?
You hear it. The unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being dragged slowly downwards.
"Tan grande," the woman gasps. You hear Javier chuckle, a rich sound over the phone line.
"Puedes tomarlo, cariño," Javier murmurs back.
"Lo necesito en mi boca, Javi," the woman groans.
Fuck, why don't I speak Spanish?
You have no idea what they're talking about but it sounds impossibly sexy.
"She wants it in her mouth," Peña translates. "Wants her mouth stuffed full with my cock. Should I give it to her?"
Yes.
You remember what it felt like to have your mouth stuffed full of him. How good it felt when he looked down at you, eyes warm and mouth curled at the corners.
You like swallowing cock pretty girl?
For fucks sake. You hate that your thighs are rubbing together right there at your desk. You hate that Javier Peña called you just to brag about fucking someone. You hate that your nipples are so tight, rasping against the fabric of your bra.
You hear dramatic moans. "Por favor, papi?"
"So eager," Javier chuckles. "Aelante, entonces."
The phone is so tightly pressed to your ear that you're worried you're going to break it.
"You got that Gavriaz file?" Murphy asks from his desk, breaking the immersion. You drag your furious glare to blonde man looking at you.
"Murphy," you snap. "I'm in the middle of an important call."
"Could've fooled me," Murphy replies with a hurt expression. "Just sittin' there staring into space."
"I'm listening to what he has to say because its important," you hiss. "Now shut up and get the damn file yourself. Jesus."
By the time Murphy shuts the fuck up and you can turn your attention back to the phone there is already something underway.
"Just like that," Javier is saying, his voice guttural. "Little bit more. Poco más, bonita."
A mixture of emotions run through you. The first, shockingly, is a stab of jealousy. That someone else, another woman is with him intimately, getting to feel good. The second, more overwhelming feeling is deep, thudding desire for him to keep going. To hear everything. To experience it all even if it’s just through the phone.
"Remember how good it felt having your mouth full of me, pretty girl?"
Fuck. He's talking to you. He's actually going to keep talking to you while he does this.
You can hear the wet sounds of sucking and you can hear Javier groaning. That sound makes every hair on your body stand on end. That husky tinged voice of silk over gravel.
"Mmmm. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Mouth is fucking sinful. But I didn't pay for just your mouth. "
You hear movement, the sound of feet over carpet and then the creak of bodies being lowered to the bed.
They're closer to the phone now and you imagine that it's probably propped next to his bed on a side table.
You strain forward before catching Murphy's confused look. You realize you're still just sitting there silent, the phone at your ear and your mouth agape. You move drop your eyes to the paper on your desk, the notepad.
"Mhmmm," you say writing a note absently with a shaking hand. You hope Murphy doesn't read it because it's just your grocery list. "Okay, what else?"
Murphy seems satisfied with your reaction, going back to his paperwork. Your ear picks up the shuddering groan of the woman with Javier. You hear his groans, then the wet sound of licking and as the woman's moaning increases in pitch you feel your eyes blow wide.
No. No he can't be.
She's whining now, high pitched and needy.
"Mas por favor! Mas por favor, Javi!"
His mouth must go back between her legs because the whimpered begs turn to panted moans. And you know it's not fake, you can tell in the cracked way her voice hitches.
"Javi!" She cries, her voice husky. "Oh Javi, muy bueno. No te detengas!"
"Oh I won't stop," Javier's muffled voice promises. "Not until you come all over my tongue, carino."
The woman is almost wailing now, crying out in Spanish as Javier brings her to orgasm.
You will never forgive yourself for not letting Javier go down on you. You are positive that you'll be on your deathbed decades from now still bitter that you missed the opportunity to have his tongue between your legs.
Then you hear it. The sound of her coming for him, right on his fucking tongue like he wanted and you're sick with jealousy. Furious with yourself for not taking advantage when you had the chance.
And then there's the sound of their dual heavy panting. The sound of her whimpering cry as his mouth must remove itself.
"You hear that, pretty girl?" Javier groans, his dark voice muffled. "That's what it sounds like when I eat pussy."
Christ.
You want to lower your head to the desk. You feel your cheeks must be blazing and you think the wood would cool them.
"Bueno," Javier rasps, and you imagine him pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as he does this. You hear him moving, shuffling and the bed creaks as he moves.
It's over.
The torture is done for today.
It has to be.
Except his voice is just closer, clearer. He's groaning a bit and you can tell he's laying on his back. The woman is breathlessly murmuring something in Spanish to him that he gives a hum of approval to.
"Eating that pussy's got me hard, osita," Javier purrs. "Fucking cock already leaking and. . . Oh. .. mmmm .. she's licking it nice and slow. Eyes on me the whole time. Such a pretty mouth."
Your cunt is actually throbbing at the thought of Javier's face as this woman licks his cock, this woman with the pretty mouth.
"Ven arriba," Javier grunts and you hear the creak of the bed. "Wanna see those tits while you ride me."
You hate him.
You hate him for doing this, for making you listen. You hate her, this nameless, faceless woman who gets to feel him.
You hate how wet you are.
You can hear the sound of a drawer being opened. It's loud in your ear and your assumption that he propped the phone up on the side table is all but confirmed.
He's getting a condom, you tell yourself. He's really going to fuck her and I'm going to listen.
There is a moment of quiet, a slice of time where you realize that Javier is listening near the phone for you, making sure you're still listening. You try holding your breath, realizing too late that just by not hanging up its given yourself away.
Then he chuckles.
The bed creaks and he moves back, the sound of the woman cooing at him, then the unmistakable sound of kissing. And you know that Javier kisses well.
Again you feel Murphy's eyes on you.
"Okay, yes I think I can get that to you tomorrow," you say hoping to keep the breathless quality out of your voice as you make another note on your page that just reads: fuck*.
There's moaning now, hers; theatrical but enticing. She's being paid for a service, and if it's one of Peña's girls she's gotta be good. You hear his grunts soon after, low and punched out of him as she rides him.
"She's bouncing up and down on my cock," Javier calls to you on the phone. "I'm just laying here, watching her. She's so fucking eager. So fucking greedy for it. I don't have to do anything, just watch her take it like a fucking champ."
You can hear her staccato-ed groans and whimpers with every bounce. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh.
"This could've been you," Peña sighs as if it's the world's biggest tragedy and you can hear him thrusting now. "Your pussy wrapped around my cock. You bouncing on my hips."
Your jaw is slackened and you feel your entire body is more taut than the strings of a violin.
"Mmmm f-fuck, I can picture how you'd look. Mouth open and so wet, tits bouncing," Javier grunts. "And no condom so I could fill that perfect cunt of yours to the brim."
You desperately need to touch yourself because right now your pussy has a fucking heartbeat.
"Don't worry, pretty girl," Peña grunts. "She doesn't do bareback. Even if she did, I wanna save that for you."
"Gonna get a sandwich."
Murphy's voice breaks into your other ear, ripping you from the immersive sounds Peña and that girl are making. Your eyes dart to his face, looking thunderous.
"JUST GO MURPHY!" you shout, so frustrated that Murphy is here at all.
Steve looks at you and sees you wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, hand gripping the phone handle so tightly your knuckles are white.
"Jesus, sounds like you might need one too," he frowns. "Be back soon."
You hear the rhythmic pounding in your ear as you watch Murphy saunter off, closing the door firmly behind him.
Don't do it. This is your workplace.
You stand on trembling legs, like a newborn foal.
This is the fucking embassy.
You rush over to the door, locking it and then rushing back to your desk to fumble the zipper of your trousers down, thrusting your needy fingers towards your core as you lift the phone receiver to your ear once more.
"Oh carino," Javier is cooing. "So good. Pussy just swallowing my cock."
Your fingers are curling inside you and all you can think of is how good you know Peña's cock feels. How perfectly he filled you last time. Your eyes are slammed shut, one hand down the front of your skirt, the other holding the phone welded to your ear.
You don't think about how it would look if you were caught. If someone saw you, the serious agent thrusting into your fingers at your desk.
"Faster," Javier demands and you whimper when you hear the sound of hand on flesh. "Rapida."
He's spanked her. Not hard, just enough to have her groaning delightedly and, you imagine, riding him faster. The rhythmic creaking of the bed increases in pace as does the frantic rubbing between your thighs.
"Si! Si papi," the woman moans.
You can just imagine Javier there, arms behind his head, grinning up at this gorgeous woman bouncing up and down on his cock.
He's so fucking arrogant. So annoying. And yet this image of a cocky Javier causes the finger circling over your clit to press and tap. Fuck that feels good, you're so close.
"Not enough," you hear Javier murmur, and you wonder if he even knows he said it. There's more moaning and whimpering and you’re horrified when you realize it's you.
You anchor the phone between your ear and shoulder and with your free hand you cover your mouth, sealing in the desperate sounds. You’re tilting backwards, your riding your own hand now. The chair makes soft creaking noises as you do it, your entire body flushing with need.
"On your knees," Javier commands in a rasp and you hear the woman adjusting, her cries of pleasure now closer to the phone.
"Si Javi-" the woman whimpers, and you can hear the slick of his cock being thrust back into her wet pussy.
"Mmm," Javier groans, and soon there is the rhythmic thumping of him fucking her over the bed.
You hear the sound of her being pulled back into his hips and you begin to tremble. Is he holding her hips to fuck her? Gathered her hair in his hand for purchase? Holding the headboard?
I need it. I need it again.
The woman is groaning below him, her cries ragged. You just know that she's not faking this part. That Javier really fucks as well as you've heard.
"That's it," Javier is muttering. "Take it deep, baby."
You remember how it felt to have him bottom out inside of you. Your fingers stutter over your clit, the pulsing starting. Without him even in the same room Javier is gonna make you come. You're gonna do it again, right here at your desk.
You listen for several more minutes, your entire body thrumming. And then you hear the sound of her desperate whimper, of a woman needing more.
"Lay back," Peña orders in a harsh gasp. More creaking of the mattress, more urgent Spanish whimpers.
You hear the sound of his cock being stroked vigorously, the sound of his breathing through clenched teeth.
Fuck what does it look like when he does that? How does he jerk himself off?
You need to know. You need to see his face when he makes himself come.
"Where do you want it?" Peña rasps, his mouth rolled towards the phone. You realize belatedly that he's asking you, even though he can't hear your reply. Where do you want it?
Inside. Inside.
"Probably want it inside like the last time," Peña laughs breathlessly, the woman's moans increasing. "But since you're not here I'm gonna come wherever the fuck I want."
He's disgusting, the things he says. You find him repulsive. And yet your body craves more. You need more. All you can think of is how much your body craves his right now.
"Today I'm gonna paint her tits with my come," Javier decides with a groan. "But I wish they were yours, pretty girl."
For whatever reason that's what does it.
Maybe it's that you've been teetering on the precipice of arousal for the last 15 minutes, or how Javier's voice goes extra low and husky when he's about to come. Or maybe it's that even though you know it's so messed up that he's calling you, fucking another woman and making you listen, it's turning you on so much.
Whatever the reason is, when Javier groans that last sentence you feel yourself snap. The pleasured ripples extend outward, moving from your cunt to overwhelm the rest of your body all the way until you're arching against your hand, rutting and groaning and making yourself come in the middle of your office in the middle of the workday.
You let out a sharp cry, one you didn't expect. One that he must have been able to hear over the phone if he'd been listening for it.
And then gasping and red-faced you tilt your forehead onto the desk, trying to quell the furious thunder of your heartbeat.
The phone rustles.
"Still there?"
You're panting; your lips dry because right now all you can imagine Javier's mouth curled into a sinful smirk as he asks this. You try to talk, but nothing comes out but a small sigh.
"Sounds like I won this round, osita."
He hangs up.
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