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hwajin · 6 months

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★༉‧₊˚✧ — 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖗

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 007. — 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐍 | 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: soul eater!seungmin x fem!reader

𝖜𝖈: 1.3k

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: you were damaged, and he ate souls like yours for breakfast. until he met you, until you lured him into destruction of your own.

𝖈𝖜: unprotected sex, cumming inside

He had the power to kill you, right then and there. Right as you lay in the security of your bed, with him beneath your body. It'd take his cold lips against the dampness of your neck — sweat a result of nervosity, of accileration — and an addicting kiss, his mouth then against your own to suck out the soul right from within you, leaving you lifeless. It wouldn't need more than that, a simple connection of lips, and he'd have you forever. You were surely damaged enough, your soul scratched and scattered with sin so great he'd never felt anything like it — you'd keep his hunger stilled for months to come, Seungmin wouldn't need to hunt much after you if he'd only gotten as much as a taste of your soul; and yet he let you roll your hips against him, didn't let his mouth connect with your own for the deadly kiss he so desperately hungered for. He watched you instead, felt you on him, against him, around him. Your walls fluttering against his erection in fastest motions, drawing sounds out of his throat he'd normally be embarrassed of. Normally, if you weren't rewriting everything he thought he was, his entire persona, his very being. Seungmin hadn't recognized himself the moment you had touched him, your confidence, fearlessness even after he's revealed his true form having surprised him, having turned him into a puddle of needy curiousity. He was enthralled, in the worst way possible, for he wasn't born to be. He was scared, maybe, though Seungmin wouldn't dare admit it, not even to himself.

Anyone in his place would feel the same. It wasn't your body, not your physical figure he felt so intimated by — the way you moved, though, carelessly, freely, bouncing him up and down or grinding your hips against his, lowering your head to bite at his neck and shoulders, to toy with the sensitivity of his nipples surely didn't leave him cold — and yet it was your aura, your soul, he thought. There was something unpredictable about you, something dangerous. Something deeply damaged; surely when fear has not been an emotion you showed in the entirety of being with him, while any living human would have. Seungmin would only need to reveal he has powers to kill, and anyone in your place would run, hopelessly so. Yet you'd stayed, and had gone far beyond that — Seungmin had never seen a person more damaged, and it scared him to death.

You weren't shy, either. Were bold, in the way you fucked him; Seungmin had tried to keep his composure, had tried to stay witty and cocky and to take back the power you had so smoothly taken from within his fists only to use it against him; and he'd lost. Wasn't able to turn over control, to not fall into the traps you, seemingly, so smartly had lain upon him, upon his way to you. He'd fallen into each and every of them, was now held captive under your mercy; he'd never admit it, though he liked it. Enjoyed that no more than a human like you was able to turn his whole over and around, to handle him so carelessly, so without fear. He got a kick out of it, apparently, out of watching you atop him, moving your body the way you liked, as though paying no attention to him at all — as though Seungmin was not more than a toy for your pleasure, something you used before throwing it away, before looking for the next plaything.

Your moans ripped through the small of the room. It wasn't your room, nor Seungmin's — you had taken him to a house party he doubted you'd been invited to, and had, rudely so, occupied a stranger's room without permission, had locked Seungmin in it. He had been scared ever since; he had been erect ever since. You had made quick business right then and there, had not lost a second on clichés and hesitations, on meaningless confessions, words; you had gotten on the bed, had stripped from head to toe — it hadn't been a long process, you'd been in absence of underwear and a simple red dress had adorned your body, accompanied by heels you'd merely slipped off — and had looked at him. Looked at him and waited, had spread your legs before his eyes, while Seungmin had been busy collecting his brains and jaw, had spread your legs and touched yourself, sounds so obnoxious escaping you it had gotten the man flustered.

And admittedly, he couldn't remember how he'd ended up beneath you. As though you'd put a spell on him, as though you'd mastered hypnosis to your benefit you'd lured him in, despite his seeming unknowing. It hadn't taken five minutes and Seungmin had been straining your cervix, had started groping onto your every limb, the entirety of your body; to convince himself you were real, to clarify himself the absurdity of the situation, the very irony, or to simply touch you. To hold onto you for he'd loose himself otherwise, keeping his clammy hands on your burning body to search for leverage — embarrassing, pathetic, desperate enough to call shame onto his every fibre. It wasn't like him, like his species. He'd be embarrassed if the pleasure you provided, the satisfaction your body brought wasn't mind-numbing.

You grew tired. Despite your cockiness, your seductiveness you were mere human after all, and your energy knew an end, seemingly. Your hands on Seungmin's chest supported the weight of your body, fingers clawing into his chest, drawing crescent moons, drawing little blood. Your hips stuttered in their movement despite the force you used to grind them above his body, your desperation bigger than the exhaustion that nestled into your limbs. Seungmin sensed it nevertheless; he felt the loss of rhythm in your thrusting, he felt the additional weight above him, a result of your limp body, of your struggle to keep yourself seated, in movement. And you were close; he could feel that, too. Your walls clenched him into states of insanity, your head thrown back, or lulling forward almost frantically, hopelessly, the little bit of your face Seungmin caught in between showing contortion, shut eyes and open mouth, choked moan stuck in your throat. You were losing composure, were losing your cool.

"Not so- not so bold anymore, are we."

Seungmin's voice came in a raspiness he didn't expect, was embarrassed about — and he grew flustered at his words. Felt they were misplaced, felt like he hadn't gained the permission to talk to you in such way; he flushed at his own fluster, grew needier at the effect you had on him, unexpectandely so. A scoff sounded from you and Seungmin's skin darkened further, crimson red towards his neck; you merely hummed though in respone. Didn't have the wit in you to reply, focusing on driving you to release, keeping your hips as steady as possible, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on your skin, against the flesh of your hips and waist, of Seungmin's thighs beneath your own, tensing with each bit of contact, damp enough to mess up the bedsheets — you'd surely have to flee the apartment without a second of hesitation.

And then Seungmin started meeting your hips midway, and the knot in the pit of your stomach wasn't far from snapping in its' confines. He'd grown desperate, took matter into his own hand — fucking up into you, chasing his own high the way you've been doing it for the past long minutes; your orgasm ripped through you in a choked sob and a limp body, his in spurts of white and muffled groans, in grunts which you felt in vibrations against his chest. Wet everywhere, sweat dampening, mixed liquids coating abdomen and thighs, spit and drool covering mouths, kiss-bitten lips — Seungmin would surely wait longer to snatch your soul from you, wouldn't grant you deadly kiss, as much as his hunger screamed for it.

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lockboxbooks · 6 months

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(Prompt) At Lana's home, her and Elio have decided to fuck in her room, trying to keep it as quiet as possible, as much as they think they're home alone anyway, but really, Lana's mom has been watching her daughter get fucked from the door opening enough to get a look-in, but she ends up busting herself when getting off herself leads to her accidentally bumping the door open to reveal her there.

Lianni knew she shouldn't be doing what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to. Once she had caught her daughter, and the Region Champion fucking on the beaches of Brooklet Hill, with Elio flooding and painting Lana's face with his jizz; Lianni was addicted to watching the couple fuck. The mature milf worked her tits over, teasing her nipples as she watched as Elio pinned Lana down onto her bed; the room filled with muffled gasps and the groaning cry of the mattress. They were insatiable, they were manic and Lianni couldn't look away for a moment.

"S-so deep... Fffff-fuck!" Lana hissed out as she bit into the bedsheet, unknowingly giving her mother the perfect angle to see her obscene ahegao'd expression as Elio slammed deep into her ass.

"Fuck ~i-it's like your ass is using... constrict." Elio grunted as he only got fiercer and slammed even harder into the bluenette beneath him. Lianni watched as the force was so intense that her precious daughter bounced off of the mattress and into Elio only to be slammed back down into the mattress again. This was feverish and filled with erotic fury and need; like the pair were desperate for release.

T-they mustn't have been fucking because I was visiting for the week, b-but for them to behave like this once they think I am gone... Means they are like this all the time Lianni thought as she timed her movements carefully; slapping her tits in time with Elio's thrusts to mask her presence while she started to drill into her cunt with her fingers. Lianni bit her lip to stifle her moans as the obscene thought of Lana catching her watching through the slit in the door and inviting her in filled her mind. Of her daughter telling Elio of how lonely and horny her slut of a mother was and how she needed to be treated right and hammered into and through their marital bed like some cheap hooker.

That image was too powerful for Lianni to contain herself and squealed out loud; far louder than her daughter's and son-in-law's feral but muted fucking and lost control of her footing, and fell forward. The loose, open door didn't stop her fall and caused the blue-haired milf to land right in front of Lana; mid-orgasm. Lianni came wildly and squirted furious as she realised that her daughter was also lost in the euphoria of her own climax.

The room was full of the scent of sex and the thick, rich musk of jizz, and sweat; every smell only furthered Lianni's own lustful hunger and thoughts as she couldn't even bring herself to be ashamed of being caught with her tits out and panties around her ankles. All the milf did was watch as the Aloha Champion pulled himself out of her daughter with a loud, slurping pop, his iron-hard cock throbbing as it was slathered in his own cum and made his way toward her.

"Y~you're gonna love E-Elio Momma... h-he's the behsst..." Lana hopelessly slurred out as she was still incredibly cock-drunk and blissed out from getting fucked by Elio. Lianni felt her daughter open her mouth, giving her a corner of the pillow to bite into as she felt Elio slam into her sopping, slutty cunt.

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subliminalbo · 1 year

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Lacey's Story: Chapter 2

Dr. Lange was dead.

Lacey had been his slave for three months. She’d accepted new truths for him, done things that she never would have for anybody else.

And it was all real. More real than the mind control.

She was madly in love with him. Madly in love with the desire to serve him. It was a weird feeling now, knowing that her entire existence, an existence that she’d only accepted for a few weeks, was gone.

Somewhere buried deep inside, the old Lacey was still there celebrating. If she had known what Dr. Lange was going to do to her, going to turn her into, she would have never gotten herself into this mess. But that was the nature of the young woman: always thinking she was a step ahead of everyone else. She had Lange on a tight leash until the very moment that she tried on that lingerie for him.

She had once wanted to be so much. Now she just wanted to be his obedient pet.

Following Dr. Lange’s death, Lacey wandered the streets of Romero looking for something that she couldn't comprehend.

She wanted him back. She wanted his power back.

Her absent journey took her to the front door of Dr. Lange’s home. It was locked, but she knew that he kept a key under the flowerpot beneath the house number. Most of their meetings had occurred in the privacy of the nameless motel on the northeast side of River City. Regulars called it the Anonymous Hotel because they could always rely on the discrepancy of its staff. It was the kind of place where rooms were rented for hours instead of days. But as Dr. Lange fell deeper for Lacey, he wanted to bring her into his real life. To welcome her into his home.

Dr. Lange found himself fantasizing hopelessly about the future. He’d been divorced for seven years. His first wife had been a former student also. It wasn’t without precedent.

The days passed. Lacey didn’t leave Dr. Lange’s home. She wanted to be close to him. She ate his food, she wore his clothes. She laid in his bed for hours, her nose buried in his pillow as she sobbed. The sheets still smelled like their sex. When she pried her head up, only seconds at a time, she could see fibers of his hair clinging to the fabric.

Was it going to be like this forever? Was she going to spend the rest of her life alone without a man to call Master? It wasn’t even about Dr. Lange anymore, but the pleasure of belonging to someone. That ultimate reward of obedience.

Obedience by Fleur lingerie was really a marvel of modern engineering. A small, complex highway of microcircuitry lined the inside of the fabric, connecting to sensors that outlined the erogenous zones of the breasts and vagina. The sensors both delivered physical stimulation and collected data on the wearer’s responses, sending that information back to small data receptors located in both the bra and panties—next to the clasp of the bra and below the waistline of the panties, just above the ass. The receptors processed the data and adjusted stimulation accordingly. User data was also sent to Fleur-de-lis for analysis, given that the owner of the lingerie hadn’t chosen to opt out of information sharing.

In layman’s terms: it felt really fucking good.

When Lacey obeyed, she received a series of jolts—thousands of tiny signals that assaulted her pleasure centers, each one fine tuned to her own body’s responses. Her nipples hardened, her clit swelled, sometimes she even drooled. The feeling was more addictive than any drug. It made her yearn for more orders.

Officially, Fleur-de-lis came with a disclaimer that users should not wear Obedience any longer than two hours. It also advised that use of the lingerie be limited to private spaces like the bedroom. The longer somebody wore it, the more hopelessly they fell. Since Lacey had first tried on Dr. Lange’s gift, she hadn’t been without a pair of Obedience for more than twenty minutes. Dr. Lange filled her wardrobe with the brand, ensuring that she would never have to wear a regular bra again. In rare occasions that she was without a pair—to shower, to change, to fuck—her mind was flooded with a rush of thoughts and feelings so overwhelming that she felt as if she could collapse beneath the sheer weight of the world. Dr. Lange never even had to coax her back into it. She willfully re-enslaved herself every single time.

Now, without a Master to issue commands, Lacey might as well have been naked.

She tried masturbating, but one of Dr. Lange's parting gifts was training her to orgasm on command.

Even if she could cum, a vanilla orgasm could never compare to the customized pleasure that the lingerie provided.

“Please,” Lacey begged, stroking her clit frantically with hopeless optimism. “Please, Professor! Please let me cum…”

Dr. Lange never answered.

After a quick, disappointing shower, Lacey slipped on her panties and picked up her bra, eager to return to her skin. Her mind was so loud without it, rattling about with all these feelings of desire and terror and sadness and lust and doubt. Submitting to the mindless shackles of Obedience by Fleur was the only pleasure she could feel anymore.

But before Lacey slipped the bra back on, she grazed the tag with her pinky finger and paused, turning it over to read for the first time.

“Thank you for calling Fleur-de-lis customer solutions, my name is Charlie, how can I help you today?”

“I need to cum,” Lacey didn't waste time launching into her plea. “The Professor is gone, I can’t cum without him. Please, you have to help me. I’m so lost without my—”

“If you’ll bear with me," the woman on the other end spoke slowly, presenting a calm front. "I’m going to put you on a brief hold while I transfer you over to our dedicated Obedience by Fleur line.”

Lacey was soon connected with a second customer service representative. Her name was Abbey, and she had a much different style of phone presence.

Unlike Charlie, Abbey (and all the women working for the dedicated Obedience queue) had been fitted with her own pair of the lingerie.

They were conditioned to receive stimulation in return for providing good customer service. Productivity on the team was through the roof, and there was discussion among the higher ups about implementing the strategy throughout the call center.

“Okay, hon,” when Abbey spoke, Lacey recognized the blind happiness of Obedience. “I’ve found you in our system. Initiated thirteen weeks ago, does that sound right?”

“Yes,” Lacey moaned, recalling that evening in front of the mirror. Dr. Lange’s hands massaging her breasts, easing her under the lingerie’s spell. Her free hand found its way to her breast as she imagined his touch. “God yes.”

On the other end of the line, Abbey remained silent and professional even as she suppressed the urge to moan with Lacey.

“But you say your handler has passed away?”

“Yes,” Lacey’s hand dropped back down to the bed as Abbey’s voice pulled her from her daydream.

“Unfortunately, Fleur-de-lis has no protocol for replacing handlers. We recommend removing the product immediately.”

“But…I can’t do that. Obedience is my life. It’s the only thing I know now.”

Abbey frowned. She understood that feeling—she felt it every day when she left work. “I guess,” she paused for a moment, trying her best to sort the dumb ideas in her empty head. “I guess if you found a new handler, you could continue receiving pleasure from the product.”

“Would that work?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I just need to find a new handler…” Lacey repeated. “But who?”

“Anyone you’d like?” Abbey said. “Just remember that Obedience should only be used in consensual settings.”

Technically, Abbey was supposed to report any signs of Obedience misuse to the Department of Ethics. These included flagged terms like master, mistress, and slave. A temporary agreement had been reached with members of congress to postpone a probe of Fleur-de-lis as long as it maintained detailed records of any abuses. The suits knew that the probe was inevitable, but the agreement bought them time to outmaneuver the government. The records didn’t matter to them, and most calls went unreported.

“Lacey,” Abbey said. “Did you find this call helpful?”

“Very,” Lacey smiled. “You’ve given a slave hope again!”

Abbey was burning up now. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. The orgasm was coming whether she wanted it to or not. Still, she maintained her composure as she said. “We don’t use the word slave. The preferred nomenclature is user, or s-subject or…” Professionalism could only take Abbey so far. “Oh…oh god…yeeessss! I'm a slave! I'm a fucking mindless slave for my—”

Lacey knew that Abbey had gone to a place that she wasn’t likely to return from soon.

Lacey felt different after the call. Suddenly she was a clean slate. She could still feel the complete pleasure of Obedience, but now she was in the unique position of selecting her own Master. The old Lacey would have preferred being the one called “mistress,” but now that she understood the joy of being a submissive slut, she couldn’t wait to fall under her new Master’s power. But who would be the lucky man?

There was only one who immediately came to mind.

Brad had been Lacey’s best friend through high school. He was her moral compass who guided her out of the occasional dip into wicked waters. In high school, Brad had confessed his feelings for her. It was with him that she lost her virginity—though Lacey had always seen it as taking Brad’s virginity.

Brad followed her to Carpenter State and they remained friends in college until Lacey’s ambition severed any hopes that Brad had of a future with her. He had tried to reason with her about Dr. Lange, but he'd never seen Lacey desperate. He couldn’t watch his best friend sell her body just for a good grade. It was the final straw.

Looking back on all of it—now that Lacey had forgotten her political ambitions, now that all she cared about was Obedience—Brad was the only person she really wanted to give control to. She never said it, not even to herself, but she loved him. He was the ultimate good guy, the only person who never expected anything from her. He deserved a loyal slave.

It was late in the evening when Brad returned to his apartment. After a long day of taking orders, carrying food, busing tables, getting yelled at by customers who expected Coke instead of Pepsi, all Brad wanted was to collapse in his bed. He couldn’t wait for the day when he graduated and could finally get away from all of this poor college life bullshit.

Brad’s eyes were half closed as he slid into his bed. He was nearly asleep when he felt the warmth of Lacey’s breasts pressed to his skin. For a moment, he smiled and pulled her close.

This was good, Lacey thought. It was almost like old times. She weaved her fingers through his shaggy brown hair and leaned in to part his lips with her tongue. This was when Brad's eyes snapped open.

Brad tumbled out of bed. The lights clicked on. He could only stare in shock at the sight of his old best friend lying naked between his sheets.

“Hey, Brad,” Lacey giggled, patting his warm spot. “Come back to bed, baby.”

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subliminalbointext · 11 months

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Lacey’s Story: Chapter 2

Dr. Lange was dead.

Lacey had been his slave for three months. She’d accepted new truths for him, done things that she never would have for anybody else.

And it was all real. More real than the mind control.

She had once wanted to be so much. Now she just wanted to be his obedient pet.

Following Dr. Lange’s death, Lacey wandered the streets of Romero looking for something that she couldn’t comprehend.

She wanted him back. She wanted his power back.

Dr. Lange found himself fantasizing hopelessly about the future. He’d been divorced for seven years. His first wife had been a former student also. It wasn’t without precedent.

In layman’s terms: it felt really fucking good.

Now, without a Master to issue commands, Lacey might as well have been naked.

She tried masturbating, but one of Dr. Lange’s parting gifts was training her to orgasm on command.

Even if she could cum, a vanilla orgasm could never compare to the customized pleasure that the lingerie provided.

“Please,” Lacey begged, stroking her clit frantically with hopeless optimism. “Please, Professor! Please let me cum…”

Dr. Lange never answered.

But before Lacey slipped the bra back on, she grazed the tag with her pinky finger and paused, turning it over to read for the first time.

“Thank you for calling Fleur-de-lis customer solutions, my name is Charlie, how can I help you today?”

“I need to cum,” Lacey didn’t waste time launching into her plea. “The Professor is gone, I can’t cum without him. Please, you have to help me. I’m so lost without my—”

“If you’ll bear with me,“ the woman on the other end spoke slowly, presenting a calm front. "I’m going to put you on a brief hold while I transfer you over to our dedicated Obedience by Fleur line.”

Lacey was soon connected with a second customer service representative. Her name was Abbey, and she had a much different style of phone presence.

Unlike Charlie, Abbey (and all the women working for the dedicated Obedience queue) had been fitted with her own pair of the lingerie.

“Okay, hon,” when Abbey spoke, Lacey recognized the blind happiness of Obedience. “I’ve found you in our system. Initiated thirteen weeks ago, does that sound right?”

On the other end of the line, Abbey remained silent and professional even as she suppressed the urge to moan with Lacey.

“But you say your handler has passed away?”

“Yes,” Lacey’s hand dropped back down to the bed as Abbey’s voice pulled her from her daydream.

“Unfortunately, Fleur-de-lis has no protocol for replacing handlers. We recommend removing the product immediately.”

“But…I can’t do that. Obedience is my life. It’s the only thing I know now.”

“Would that work?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I just need to find a new handler…” Lacey repeated. “But who?”

“Anyone you’d like?” Abbey said. “Just remember that Obedience should only be used in consensual settings.”

“Lacey,” Abbey said. “Did you find this call helpful?”

“Very,” Lacey smiled. “You’ve given a slave hope again!”

Abbey was burning up now. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. The orgasm was coming whether she wanted it to or not. Still, she maintained her composure as she said. “We don’t use the word slave. The preferred nomenclature is user, or s-subject or…” Professionalism could only take Abbey so far. “Oh…oh god…yeeessss! I’m a slave! I’m a fucking mindless slave for my—”

Lacey knew that Abbey had gone to a place that she wasn’t likely to return from soon.

There was only one who immediately came to mind.

Brad followed her to Carpenter State and they remained friends in college until Lacey’s ambition severed any hopes that Brad had of a future with her. He had tried to reason with her about Dr. Lange, but he’d never seen Lacey desperate. He couldn’t watch his best friend sell her body just for a good grade. It was the final straw.

Brad’s eyes were half closed as he slid into his bed. He was nearly asleep when he felt the warmth of Lacey’s breasts pressed to his skin. For a moment, he smiled and pulled her close.

This was good, Lacey thought. It was almost like old times. She weaved her fingers through his shaggy brown hair and leaned in to part his lips with her tongue. This was when Brad’s eyes snapped open.

Brad tumbled out of bed. The lights clicked on. He could only stare in shock at the sight of his old best friend lying naked between his sheets.

“Hey, Brad,” Lacey giggled, patting his warm spot. “Come back to bed, baby.”

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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idk what all you write about kink wise, but could you do sub!jake with pegging? where he’s really subby and cute and the reader (female) takes care of him

A/N: I don't write pegging lol but I hope u enjoy <3 (forgive me if there r any spelling mistakes)

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 1.6 k

Jake falls on top of you while you lay in bed. You let out an 'oof' from the sudden weight. His hair is a little damp from his shower and it's poking into your eyes.

"Please give me a warning if you're gonna do that." you wince.

"I'm sorry," he groans and rolls off of you. "I'm not having a good day."

Your brows furrow. "Why? Did something happen?"

He runs a hand through hair and sighs. "The choreo for drunk dazed is just really hard and we're all struggling to be synchronized. It just feels like everyone is blaming each other for it."

You frown and pull him against you so that his head is resting on your chest. "I'm sorry baby. But I'm sure you guys will figure it out, you always do. Maybe everyone was feeling extra crummy today."

"Maybe," he says while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I couldn't stop thinking about coming to see you all day. I think I'm addicted to you."

You giggle.

"Seriously though, what are you laced with? Meth? Crack?" he jokes and you ruffle his hair.

"I think about you all day too sweetheart." you kiss the top of his head.

He smiles and throws his leg on top of yours. "What'd you do today?"

"The usual. School. Work. And dealing with that one bitch who always has the most complicated drink order." you roll your eyes.

"Is that the lady who asks for like twelve different syrups?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, I think it's for her kid too, I should call CPS." you joke and he laughs.

"Ugh, now I can't stop thinking about what happened today." he groans. "I hate being angry, I wish we could all get over this already."

"Sometimes it's worse to just move on, you should clear the air first." you suggest.

"But apologizing sucks." he complains.

"I know but it'll be worth it." you rub his back.

"I need something that will get my mind off of it." he says.

"You got any ideas?"

"Mhm," he says while pushing his hand up your shirt.

You chuckle. "Of course that's what it is."

"What," he says sheepishly. "It's your fault for being so tempting."

You push him onto his back and climb into his lap. His hands immediately find your hips.

You kiss him softly, your thumb gently swiping back and forth on his cheek.

He opens his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. He's already grinding up into you and this point.

You hold his hips down. "Patience."

He just whines and gives you puppy eyes, but you don't cave.

You slide your hand up his hoodie and glide your fingers along his warm skin. He feels so good under you, you’ll never be able to get enough of him.

You push his hoodie up and stick your head under, pecking all of the skin you can reach.

He laughs and pets your hair. “I thought you said to be patient.”

“You’re too good to resist.” you say while palming him through his sweats.

He whimpers as he starts to struggle under your touch.

You pull down the band of his sweats just the slightest bit to kiss his hip bone.

He watches you with wide eyes, anticipating your every move.

“If you want me to do something you’re gonna have to ask.” you tease.

“Touch me please,” he says without hesitation.

You smirk before coming up to kiss him while sliding your hand into his Calvins.

He whines into your mouth and you smile, loving how quickly he submits to you.

“I’m sorry my angel had a bad day,” you kiss his jaw. “I’ll make you feel better okay?”

He nods eagerly as you tug his pants down. You waste no time getting your mouth on his cock.

He hisses and grips at the duvet. “Fuck,” he exhales.

You pull away and let spit drip from your tongue down to his tip and it’s so hot that Jake’s tempted to take a picture.

You take him into the back of your throat and his head falls back with a moan. You can see his Adam’s apple dip every time he swallows.

You continue to bob your head up and down and he moves to pet your hair.

“Please don’t stop,” he begs, his desperation sending heat straight between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so good.” his hips buck up and you hold him down. You brace yourself and deepthroat him, you can feel your eyes watering.

He moans and grabs at the headboard behind him. “Can I cum please? Please I need it.” he says hopelessly.

You nod and it only takes one swallow around his tip to get him whimpering and trembling under you.

You swallow his seed while he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” he exhales before pulling you up for a kiss. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too baby.”

“Can you fuck me please?” he hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts and underwear.

You smirk and help him out, throwing your garments onto the floor. He pulls you into his lap and tugs your hoodie over your head.

“So pretty,” he says before kissing your chest, running his tongue over your sensitive nipples. You moan and comb your hands through his hair.

His fingers travel down to your desperate cunt to draw circles on your clit.

You grab his cock, not being able to hold out anymore. You line yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

He buries his head into your neck. “Fucking god,” he groans. “So wet.”

Your head falls back as he hits your sweet spot.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers.

“Yeah?” you ask cockily.

He looks up at you with sparkling eyes and nods.

“My pretty puppy,” you coo while bouncing up and down on him. “Taking this pussy like a good boy.”

His head falls back down onto your shoulder but you tug his hair, getting his eyes on you.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” you say and he whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he says sweetly and you kiss him.

He reaches down to play with your clit while you rock your hips against his.

You run your hands softly over his shoulders then down his lean torso. You watch his face and the way the corners of his lips perk up every now and then. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

His eyes were clouded and completely taken over by your presence and he looks so pretty you could die.

He holds your waist tight while moaning and whimpering mindlessly, not caring if your neighbors can hear.

His whines begin to get more frantic and you kiss his forehead. “You close?”

“Mhm,” he says. You can tell that he’s trying not to finish. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”

"You can go a little longer." you tease.

He shakes his head. "I can't I can't. You feel too good."

You squeeze around him just to have fun and he whimpers, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Please y/n." you can see that he's starting to tear up.

Your hand comes up to tug on his hair. “Cum for me then, be good, puppy.”

“Harder.” he begs and you obey.

His head snaps back and his lips part, letting out the most alluring sounds you could ever hear.

Your bouncing turns into grinding as he releases into you.

“Good boy,” you whisper to him as he relaxes.

He kisses your neck while slumping into you.

You smile. “You did so good baby.”

“Thank you,” he says.

You’re about to get up when he grabs you and pulls you so that your back is against his chest.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“You didn’t cum,” he says before pushing one finger into you. You moan, still sensitive from the stimulation you had a moment ago.

He drapes your legs over his, spreading you wide.

“All I wanna do is make you feel good.” he says while pushing a second finger in.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck. He curls his fingers just the slightest bit and your hips buck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

His fingers reach deeper than yours ever could. They make you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You look down to watch his dripping fingers disappear in and out of your cunt.

It’s not long before your thighs begin to tremble. You guys have been together to the point where he knows every trick that makes your eyes roll back and your back arch, but every time he uses them, it just gets better and better.

“Please cum for me,” Jake uses his free hand to massage your chest. “I wanna be good for you.”

Your hips begin to pull away but he’s quick to pull you against him.

Your moans get more and more desperate as you reach your high. Then finally, you’re falling into an abyss of euphoria.

He peppers kisses all over you as you calm down, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you.

You turn around to straddle him and give him a kiss. “You’re so good.” you say.

He blushes like a schoolgirl and kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

You chuckle. It’s cute how often he likes to say it. “I love you too puppy.”

“Am I really that much like a puppy?” he says. “Don’t I look cooler now with my black hair?”

“I suppose,” you ruffle it. “You’re still a cutie to me.” You’re kidding, you know that he’s stupid hot.

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

You giggle. “Why? Do you wanna be bad?” “Mhm.” he nods.

“Maybe I can treat you like you are.” you push him into his back for another round.

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otptings · 3 years

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Strawberry Milkshake

Idol; Jaemin

Genre; Porn With Plot, Fluff

Requested; No

Warnings; making out, teasing, praise kink, unintentional pet play (I realized half way through writing it he was treating her kinda like a dog💀),

Synopsis; Jaemin might hate strawberries, but why do you make them taste so sweet?

Jaemin hates strawberries. The sometimes sour sometimes sweet taste. Whether it be the artificial favor of strawberry candy, or the flavor of strawberry boba. Strawberry yogurt was especially atrocious. The mere thought of it causing him to gag at thought of it.

You changed his opinion. Pinned against the apartment door, Jaemin's lips moving desperately against your own. His hand's roaming up and down your body. Stopping at the edge of your dress that you had worn for the date.

God, you looked beautiful on their date. It was a simple date you just visited the zoo. Seeing how happy you were as you ran to all of the enclosures, or the smile on your face when you saw a little kid who just barely was more excited than you. You glowed, exuding happiness as you pointed out all of the animals, calling out your favorite. The way you would constantly check behind you to make sure that Jaemin was seeing what you were seeing made Jaemin's heart beat out of his chest. The overwhelming love he held for you clear.

Pulling him towards you and wrapping him up in your arms when you left, endless thank yous leaving your mouth. His arms fall around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he realized all he ever wanted was to see you this happy forever. The abundance of photos in his camera roll now also displayed that.

Watching you skip down the busy street beside, before turning to him with your puppy dog eyes in full effect. He already was going to do whatever you asked of him the moment you turned to him. Only wanting to please you, but a little teasing still wouldn't hurt.

Walking into the ice cream shop he ordered you the strawberry milkshake you were dying for, watching your eyes light up as you took your first sip. He just annoyed his bubble tea as he walked beside you, allowing you to drag him into the park to look at the Han River. Once more an abundance of photos made their way to his camera roll, all candids because you looked prettiest that way. Hair being blown in the wind, wide smile on your face, face glowing from the way that the sun seemed to kiss your skin.

Jaemin was hopelessly in love with you. It was a given.

So it was only logical that as soon as the apartment door closed behind you, he was pinning you against it, hands gripping your waist tightly, keeping you locked in place as his lips slotted against yours.

You gasped out of surprise, before sliding your hands around his neck. Your hands entangling themselves in his hair, gently pulling it as he pressed himself fully against you.

Finally you pulled away to breathe, laying your head back against the door. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, knowing that whatever Jaemin had planned this wouldn't be the only thing you did tonight.

Jaemin licked his lips, realizing that your lips were coated in the taste of your strawberry milkshake. Two things that he hated. He never realized how sweet strawberries could be combined with the ice cream. He leaned in for another kiss, a little less urgent than the first one. Your lips moved smoothly against each other, lazily as his hands started to slide under your dress. Rubbing the inside of your thighs causing you to instinctively spread them for him. Jaemin smirked against your lips before tapping at you hip, signaling for you to jump.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Jaemin walked you too back to the bedroom. Knowing your apartment like the back of his hand. Kicking the door closed behind you, he laid you down on your bed. Pulling aware admiring the sight of your swollen lips, face flushed from all of the kissing. He let out a little laugh as he slid in between your legs.

Pushing your dress up to reveal the pretty underwear you had, white panties that had cherries covering them, a cute set that Jaemin had seen you in more than a few times. A wet spot was already prominent and Jaemin wanted to coo at the sight. Loving just how easy it was to get you all worked up.

"Pretty baby. You wore my favorite set?" You nodded your head, biting your lip knowing exactly where this was going to go. His hand traced the top of your underwear, pulling the elastic before letting it slap back against your skin. A red mark, appearing when he goes to do it a second time. He places kisses on the inside of your thighs, nipping at the extra fleshy parts. Enjoying the noises you made from home, holding your thigh tightly as he continued to leave marks over both of them. Jaemin left a particularly hard bite, rubbing his finger over it enjoying the look of his teeth marks in your thigh.

"So pretty all marked. Do you want some more?" Jaemin didn't even wait for an answer, sliding up the bed and placing kisses along your neck. Enjoying the way that you squirmed underneath of him, as he bite and sucked various marks onto your neck and collarbone. Dark marks lining you almost methodically. Jaemin only sighed loving the view of you trusting him so much you just allowed him to do whatever.

"Sit up babydoll. I'm gonna take your dress off." You sat up helping Jaemin as he took of your dress, realizing that you hadn't worn a bra. Perky tits on display, your nipples hard from all of the attention that he'd been giving you.

"Stop teasing." Jaemin laughed at your whining, pushing you back down on the bed. Making sure that you were comfortable.

"You like my teasing." A fake pout on his lips as he slipped in between your legs once more, this time placing a kiss on your cunt over your underwear. Admiring the second whine that left your lips, only making him more excited. Jaemin loved foreplay - teasing - and he was always very thorough with it. Leaving no place unloved, or untouched.

The fabric stuck to your cunt, completely soaked from your arousal. He licked over it, savoring the taste of you. If he was delusional, he would've said that you tasted like strawberries. Just as sweet and juicy. Even from the little taste that he got he was addicted. Despite his love for teasing he needed to get a better taste, pushing your underwear to the side he licked a broad strip up your cunt. Flicking his tongue over your clit, enjoying the taste you of you.

For you it was even better. You were so sensitive from the endless teasing, the only thing you could do is moan and grasp onto the pillow behind your head. Attempting to raise your hips, desperate for anymore pressure other than the kitten licks Jaemin was giving you.

"Pl-please." Your voice cracked as Jaemin finally applied more pressure, pressing his tongue into your hole barely. Shallowly fucking into you as you continued thrusting your hips.

"Stop being a little whore. Can't you be patient for me?" Jaemin leaned back, giving the illusion that he was going to stop causing you to cry out.

"No 'm sorry please please." Jaemin enjoyed the power rush that came from edging you. Enjoyed the way that you constantly begged, unabashedly. Watching you squirm around the bed, wanting any attention that you could give him.

"I've been treating you so sweetly, you should return the favor hm baby girl?" Jaemin enjoyed the way that you nodded frantically. Moving to where he was standing beside the bed. Jaemin threw his shirt off, loving the way that you latched yourself to his neck. Biting his neck hard, a groan leaving his lips. This wasn't what he had in mind but he would definitely enjoy it none the less. He loved making you like, practically feral trying to do anything for his and your pleasure.

"Baby stop." Jaemin removed his clothes quickly before laying on the bed. Holding his cock in one hand as he rubbed it slowly. His other hand entangled in your hair, holding you back. Teasing you just a little more as he dug his finger into his slit letting out another groan.

"Good girl. Always obedient for me. Want to get a treat?" You nodded, and Jaemin released your hair. Allowing you to go at your own pace. You licked his tip the salty precum spreading over your tongue. Jaemin spread his legs a little more, throwing his head back against the pillows as you took him deeper. The feeling of your warm mouth surrounding him almost too much to take. He hadn't realized just how worked up he had gotten. You took him a little too far down his throat, and he let out a loud moan feeling your throat flutter around him as you gagged. Grabbing your hair he roughly pulled you off of him. Seeing the drool dribbling down your chin, eyes blown out and tongue lolling out of your mouth.

Jaemin felt any resistance he had towards you snap as he flips your position, pinning your hands above your head.

"So pretty. All mine right?" You gasped out a raspy yes, feeling his head rubbing over your clit.

"Please 'm so good, need you, please Jaemin." Jaemin gave in, hearing your beg and babble under him and slid in smoothly. The overwhelming feeling causing you both to moan. Jaemin set a steady pace, his hips snapping against yours. Jaemin in drank in all of your sounds, hands gripping onto your waist so tightly you knew that they would bruises against them.

That wouldn't be so bad actually. Seeing all of the various bruises that he created lining your skin. Matching bruises on your necks, showing who you belong to.

Jaemin always knows the perfect way to fuck you. How to angle his lips so that they're hitting your g spot straight on, causing a loud scream to leave your mouth. Just how to stroke you so that your legs are shaking against his hips. Knows that the perfect way to get you to cum is to place your legs on his shoulder and slow down his pace. Making sure that he's hitting spots that you didn't know were there, meeting your lips in a slow kiss.

It reminded you that he loved you. The way his lips tenderly met yours, and the way he would cup your cheek. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek, looking into your watery eyes. Been able to see all of the love, and feel it in that moment.

The moment always feel way too short lived, no matter how many times. But sooner or later Jaemin would realize how painfully hard he was, and how tightly you were clenching around him. His thrusts would speed up and he would slide his hand from your cheek to your throat. Squeezing the sides of your neck, the loud moan that you would let out. Reveling in the way your eyes would roll back as you orgasmed, soaking his dick in your essence. Capturing your lips in his, sticking his tongue into your mouth. He could taste the strawberry milkshake on your tongue, pushing him to his own orgasm as he felt the feeling of you clenching him.

A groan leaving his mouth, fucking you into overstimulation as he rode out both of your orgasm before collapsing on you. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest as he laid innocent kisses on your neck over your hickeys.

"We need to shower." Jaemin ignored the whine that left your throat, and the pout on your lips as he pulled out of you. Wincing at the overstimulation before picking up you bridal style. Carrying to the bathroom, setting you on the sink as he turned on the shower. After making sure that it was perfect temperature he turned around to you, laughing as he saw your eyes were closed.

After washing you both, he dried you off and put one of his t-shirts on you. Putting on a pair of boxers, he hopped into bed beside you. Trying to hide the laugh as you snuggled into his side, sighing as you placed your head on his chest. Jaemin rubbed your back soothingly, placing a kiss on your forehead before going to sleep. The taste of strawberries still on his tongue.

Maybe they weren't too bad after all.

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noyaism · 3 years

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Own It

Pairing: SunaxFem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: car sex, drug usage (weed), degrading, orgasm denial, creampie, choking, spit play, sir!suna, power dynamics, spanking, praising, and a touch of size kink (lmk if i missed any warnings!)

Song Inspo: Own It - Drake

Ever since your first year of high school, the very first day when you met Suna Rintarou for the first time, you found yourself hopelessly crushing. You couldn't tell if it was his stoic look, the vibe he gave off, the intelligence under it all, but whatever it may have been, Suna peaked your interest in every way possible. This caused you to almost instantly befriend him. He was a bit of a tough nut to crack at the beginning of your friendship, but he eventually let you in and let you get close, and as that happened your feelings for him only grew stronger.

And now here you were, in your first year of college. The feelings you had for him were the same as they had been for years now, not diminished in the slightest. Your friendship with him had become so important to you, though. He was a vital part in your life, and you had to learn to cope with the fact that telling him how you truly felt might ruin the way things were. That was a possibility you couldn't even begin to fathom, and so even though it almost killed you to do, you tried your best to keep those feelings at bay.

Even with your barred feelings, you still did everything with Suna, trying your best never to make your true feelings known. One thing the two of you had recently got into, after a party you were invited to and forcibly made him accompany you to, was smoking. You knew people who did it in high school, but it was never really your scene. You knew Suna had done it a couple times before going to the party, but that night he finally convinced you to try it, and ever since then you two smoked together almost on the daily.

It was a night as normal as any other one. Suna had texted you, asking if you wanted to go smoke. That question was a no brainer, as it always was, and he picked you up fairly soon after. You drove to your usual spot, the picnic area of a park that wasn't too far away from campus. It was usually emptied out by eleven, a couple stragglers stargazing was the most you ever saw. Tonight was about the norm, Suna’s car being the only one in the parking lot, you two the only ones around.

“Let me try rolling it.” You offered as Suna pulled a rolling tray out of the glove compartment, and the weed out of his jacket pocket.

“You sucked last time you tried to roll. Sure you're ready to try again?” You stuck your tongue out at Suna, shaking your head lightly at the dig.

“I’ll never get better if I don't practice. Hand it over.” It was a fair enough assertion, thus Suna handed you the rolling tray, with both the bag of bud, a grinder and a pack of wraps on it. Admittedly, you weren't the best at rolling. Someone else had always done it for you, either that or you were smoking off carts, so it was never a skill you had really developed. It wasn't until recently that you had started to roll yourself, and it was definitely a bit harder than it looked.

“Now see, this one is much better.” You said as you dried the blunt off, running a lighter over it to seal it all up. Suna chuckled lightly, nodding his head as he admired your work.

“Yeah, it looks pretty good, I gotta hand it to you.” You let out a satisfied chuckle and got into the back of the car, settling comfortably in the backseat and patting the space next to you.

“Cmon, I can and will smoke this thing alone if you don't get back here.” You jokingly threatened. Suna nodded, quickly grabbing his phone and putting some music on shuffle before joining you in the back.

A white cloud of smoke filled the car, hazing your sight just enough for Suna, who sat beside you, to be just a bit more blurry than he should be. As he took the last couple hits the blunt had left he cracked the window open a bit, discarding it onto the cement below and rolling the window back up so too much of the smoke didn’t escape. You laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar smell of cannabis and letting your breathing level out as the high started to set into your body. As per usual, the weed mellowed you out, allowing you to just relax with him. The silence from the lack of conversation was easily filled by the music that played from the speakers, F**k the World by Brent Faiyaz reverberating through the vehicle. Suna hummed lightly along to the song, and you shut your eyes and simply listened to him.

It was times like this that you wished you had the guts to tell Suna how you felt about him, but once again you thought it best not to. Maybe it was how stoic he was; even though you were definitely the closest person in the world to him, and you probably understood his emotions the best, there was still no way for you to read if these feelings were at all reciprocated. It was the same things you found so attractive about him that also terrified you to open up. You didn’t want to read into the way he treated you, as you thought that was only setting yourself up to be disappointed, and so you simply wallowed in the feeling of a love so painfully unrequited that you were addicted to how bad it felt.

“Are you okay, y/n?” He asked, noticing your expression was a bit off, which you hadn’t previously noticed. You nodded your head quickly, picking it up off his shoulder and looking over towards him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m chill. Mind kinda started to wander, is all.”

“Off to where?”

“It’s nothing.” You quickly objected, shaking your head a bit frantically.

“It’s obviously something, just tell me.” You sighed lightly, knowing very well Suna wasn’t going to drop the topic until he knew what was bothering you. He cared way too much about how you felt to just let something like that go. You knew you had to just swallow your pride and tell him, but you couldn’t get the words out. The pure thought of saying you liked him made your throat feel like it was closing up. So, logically, there was only one way for you to get your point across.

Thus, you kissed him.

It wasn’t a long kiss, frankly because your cheeks got so hot you thought your head might just explode, but it was enough for Suna to understand what exactly it was you were trying to say. As you pulled away the gravity of what it was you actually did hit you, and you hid your face in your hands, shaking your head a bit.

“I’m so sorry, Suna. I didn’t mean to...well I did, but I just don’t want the fact that I like you to make things different between us.” Before he responded Suna took hold of your chin between his fingers, pulling your face up and out of hiding so you were now looking directly at him.

“You’re an idiot. A pretty one, but an idiot nonetheless.”

Before you could ask what he meant his lips were on yours once again, but this kiss felt so much different than the first one. This one had passion behind it, passion that you didn’t know Suna even had for you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer so you could kiss him deeper. He pulled you onto his lap, hands firmly gripping your ass.

As the music changed you began to move your hips to the rhythm, I Don’t Think You’re Ready by Tank bumping through the speakers. It was a pretty fitting song for the current situation, as you were simultaneously so ready for what might happen with Suna, and yet you hadn't a single clue if you were ready to take it all.

Your hands snaked up into his hair, tugging softly on the brown strands as the kiss began to get even more heated. It didn't help that it was already pretty hot in the car, but this offered you the perfect opportunity to not only undress yourself, but Suna as well. You pulled your shirt up and off of you, letting it fall to the floor without much regard for where it was going. His jacket and shirt joined the growing pile, and in an instant your lips were reconnected. Kissing him was addicting, even better than what you had imagined it might've been like.

You whined a bit as he pulled away, a pout coming over your lips.

“I’m guessing by that look you're okay with going further with this.” You nodded your head, leaning forward and kissing him softly.

“I’m all yours, Suna.”

“That's what I like to hear.”

Now that he had permission to continue, Suna was more than ready to get into it. Just as much as you fantasized what it would be like to be intimate with him, he thought the very same about you, and wanted to make some of his fantasies a reality. He reached behind you and swiftly unclasped your bra, lips latching onto your nipple as you discarded it. He rolled the opposite bud between his fingers, and your hips continued to grind into his. He kissed all over the skin of your breasts, a sweet gesture in comparison to his next moves.

With one fluid motion your back was now clad to the backseat, and Suna hovered above you. The silver chain he wore around his neck dangled down into your face, enhancing the pure sight of him. Not even Michaelangelo himself could’ve carved a face and physique as near perfection as Suna’s, and the fact only your eyes got to feast upon the sight made it all the more attractive. He pulled your leggings off of you, your panties going with them. The feeling of being so bare in front of him was an interesting one. You would’ve expected that you were going to be more shy, more nervous about it, but it felt so right that you couldn’t have possibly felt that way. Suna bit his bottom lip as he looked down on you, admiring the sight of your nude body in front of him for what would be the first of many times.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He questioned before going down on you. While he wasn’t the biggest fan of his car, insisting it was a soccer mom car with way too much space than he would ever need, it seemed that the space was finally going to actually come in handy. You quite comfortably were laid out while he still had plenty of space to be between your legs. He placed soft, slow kisses on your inner thigh, each kiss heightening your need for him. By how wet you were it was obvious you were ready for him, and he wasted no time giving you what you wanted.

His lips latched onto your clit, sucking softly before he began licking long stripes between your folds. Chills ran down your spine, and moans started to slip from your mouth aimlessly. Suna’s tongue flicked over your clit, making you feel pleasure previously unbeknownst to you. Sure, guys had given you head before, and sure, it felt okay, but nobody had ever come close to being this good. It felt absolutely unreal, and the extent of your pleasure was potent in the way you said his name. Over and over again; Suna, Suna, Suna. Like a prayer desperate to be heard. And he loved hearing it, too. It was all he needed to know how good he was making you feel.

Your hips bucked toward his mouth as you began to chase your orgasm, the heat pooling in your core becoming hotter and hotter. You needed to cum and you needed it bad, and you needed him to give it to you. Suna slipped a finger into you, the second coming in quick succession. His mouth parted with you and his thumb began circling your most sensitive bud, so he could come up and loom over you.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” He asked, with a shit-eating grin on his face. He couldn't shake just how pretty he thought you looked like this, all desperate for him to please you. You nodded your head frantically, looking up at him with pure lust in your eyes.

“Ple-please make me cum, Suna.” You begged, much to his liking. He leaned down and kissed you gently, that same grin on his face as he pulled away.

“Of course, baby. I’ll make you cum,” He prefaced before quickly removing his fingers from you, leaving you empty and with a ruined orgasm. You whined in frustration, confused as to why this was his course of action.

“But you’re gonna cum on my cock. Got it?” You nodded your head as Suna moved to take off his pants, finally letting his hardened erection spring free. You weren't sure what you had expected him to be packing, but the mere girth of him surpassed whatever you would've thought you were getting from him.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, causing Suna to chuckle lightly. He guided the tip of his member between your folds, lubing up with all the wetness that was already present. It was such a sight for him, one he had been wanting to entreat upon for a long, long time now.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised before slowly starting to push into you. He took his time, not wanting to hurt you, but he had to admit the way you were clenching around him already was enough to drive him mad. He bottomed out soon enough, and you took him to the hilt. It felt so unbelievably good, and you gave him the okay to start moving. Suna kept his hands on your hips, keeping you steady as he began thrusting. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched, your body overwhelmed with pleasure.

Your brain was kind of scrambled, hazy from how sensitive you were due to your previously denied orgasm, in conjunction with the high you were still on, but you could make out the song that had started to play. Own It by Drake, again, a pretty fitting song for the moment.

You’re still the one that I adore, ain’t much out there to have feelings for…

Both you and Suna had your passions, the things and people you cared about, but those lists were incredibly limited. There just wasn’t a lot that truly excited you. However, there had always been something that made you gravitate towards each other, something that made you need to be around each other, that caused you to be instrumental in each other's lives. Even if you wouldn't outwardly admit it, you adored each other.

Next time we fuck, I don’t wanna fuck, I wanna make love…

But this time, you two were simply fucking. There was nothing more to it. It was raunchy, it was dirty, and little did you know, the fun was only just beginning for the both of you.

Suna kept his thrusts a bit on the slower side, much more concerned with how deep he was hitting than how fast he was going. It drove you absolutely wild, feeling every inch of him each time he moved. It was almost too much for you, your walls tightening around him more and more with even the slightest of moves he made.

“God damn, this slutty little cunt just can’t get enough of me, huh?” These words caught you completely off guard, you just wouldn’t expect Suna to say something so utterly vulgar, but admittedly, it turned you on way more than it probably should’ve. You shook your head lightly, looking him in the eyes, your gaze spilling over with desperation.

“N-need more.” You begged, much to Suna’s satisfaction. He smirked down at you, letting his right hand snake up your body and wrap around your throat while the left kept you firmly in place, with the entirety of his cock filling you up.

“Cmon baby, you got better manners than that, don't you?” His tone was so divinely condescending, not really asking if you knew better, but insinuating you needed to. You were in no position to be anything but obedient, nor did your intentions differ. You wanted everything he had and were willing to do whatever it took to get it.

“Please, sir. I need more, I need it so bad.” You repeated, sounding even more desperate than you did before. By the look in his eyes you knew this was enough for Suna, who slowly pulled out of you.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed, to which you immediately obeyed. He spat into your mouth, which you more than willingly accepted, a small smirk curling the corner of your lips as you swallowed. You were letting Suna know that he was in charge, and that you were there for him to use, his toy. He easily got the message, letting out a chuckle as he released his grip on your throat.

“Nasty little bitch.”

Suna quickly turned you over onto your stomach, your face now pushed against the cold leather of the seats. His re-entry was quick, a soft squelch being heard as your walls greedily pulled his length right back in, giving you that oh-so euphoric feeling of being full once again. You moaned out loudly, a small yelp following at the unexpected spank he rained down on your ass. It was the first of many, while Suna simply enjoyed how you squirmed on him with each hit.

After a fairly decent amount of spanking, enough to leave a deliciously painful sting on your skin, he started to fuck into you again. Suna’s slow strokes certainly weren't gentle, each seeming to hit deeper than the last, but this quickened pace turned that feeling up to a ten. Your mouth hung open as you took it all, moans and whines spilling out carelessly. Suna kept one hand firmly pressed onto the window for leverage, the other gripped hard on your waist, certainly enough to leave a light bruise. The sound of skin slapping with each of his thrusts rang through your head, and his grunts added atop that easily drowned out whatever music was playing. You much preferred this song, anyway.

“C’mere, ride me like the good little slut you are.” You didn't need to be told twice, as Suna pulled out and sat himself down you got yourself up and straddled him. You lined his tip up with your entrance, not lowering down onto him just yet, egging him on just to see how he would react. Fitting to what you expected, he grabbed onto your hips and forced you down, a surprised moan coming from you as your head fell onto his shoulder.

“No no no, you don't get to tease me, whore. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Got it?” You nodded your head, letting out a small ‘yes sir’ in reply, too breathless to speak above a whisper. Suna’s hands gripped onto your ass as you started to ride him, bouncing on his length, circling your hips a bit every time you came down.

Holding your orgasm back for this long was way more taxing than you would've thought it would be, your legs were shaking and your walls spasmed sporadically, desperate to finally get some relief. A pit of heat once again started to billow in your core, and you prayed you would finally get to cum.

“S-sir please, I need to cum...fuck, please let me cum.” The utter anguish in your voice did so much for Suna, knowing how much control he had over you and your pleasure turned him on more than anything else. He owned you, and he owned your orgasm, and you were both well aware of it. He was incredibly close himself, evident by how he started to pound up into you, matching the pace you had set.

“Cum for me.”

And you did. Almost instantly your high washed over you. You let out a moan that bordered on a scream as your juices spilled all over Suna’s dick. The spasms of your walls around his length made Suna cum as well, depositing a load out into you. For a while you two were fairly quiet, both catching your breath from what was undoubtedly the best orgasm either of you had had up until that point.

You slowly got up and off of him, soreness almost immediately setting in now that you were empty. Suna ran a hand through his hair, fixing it up a bit before looking over at you. He motioned to his cock, a bit of a smirk still present on his lips.

“Clean up your mess, baby.” You nodded at your instructions before leaning down, taking Suna’s length into your mouth. You licked up every last drop of both you and him, leaving nothing to waste. Once finished you popped your head up, wiping the corner of your mouth. Suna pulled you up and kissed you, placing a peck on your forehead as he pulled away.

“So, you like me too?” You asked with a small smile. The answer to the question was more than blatantly obvious, but you still wanted to actually hear him say it.

“Of course I do, y/n. Everyone seemed to know but you, anyway.”

“And who is ‘everyone’, exactly?”

“Kita, Aran, the twins, you name it. Atsumu still won’t stop teasing me about not asking you out. Texts me every single day asking if we’re together yet.”

With that in mind you picked up the shirt Suna had taken off, pulling it over your head before reaching up into the front cupholders to get your phone. He redressed himself fairly quickly, leaving a bit of his jacket unzipped at the top. You unlocked the device and started a Facetime with Atsumu, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you waited for an answer, making sure only you were in the frame.

“Hey! What’s up y/n, long time no see.” Atsumu greeted, giving you a smile and a wave. He was sat on his couch, a plate of sushi and a can of beer visible on the table where he had set his phone up.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. I was just calling to tell you he finally did it.” Atsumu looked at you a bit confused at first, but as you moved to get Suna in the frame as well it immediately clicked.

“Holy shit, thank god. I was getting tired of waiting, I was going to do it for him soon.” You let out a small chuckle, happy to see Atsumu was as bright as ever in his humor.

“Wait, hold on. Are you wearing his shirt? Did you guys fu-” Before he could finish the question Suna ended the call, shaking his head lightly.

“Yeah, I’m never gonna hear the end of that one.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #suna #suna rinatro #suna smut #suna rintaro oneshot #suna oneshot #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you

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thesightstoshowyou · 3 years

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White Wedding

Jesse Cromeans x F Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Cheating, knife play, blood play, daddy kink, degradation, breeding kink, possessiveness

Carefully, you ease through the double doors leading out onto the veranda. When you gently push them closed, the cacophony of laughter, clinking glasses, and cheesy wedding music drops to a tolerable level. You sigh in relief, the tulle along the bottom of your elegant dress scratching against hardwood as you pace to the balcony.

You move to rest your chin in your hands, but stop and cross them instead when you remember how much makeup you’re wearing. A genuine blushing bride. Too much blush, in your opinion, but who are you to question your new mother-in-law?

I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy.... Maybe if you say it enough, you’ll start to believe it.

In your purse, your phone chimes. The tune tells you it’s a text. Retrieving your phone, you pale at the name that flashes across the screen. Of course he’d text you now.

‘Did you wear that just for me?’

The words make you glance wildly around you. A glint catches your eye and you swallow nervously before meeting the darkened eyeholes of the skull mask. He waits at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, gloved fingers tapping along to the beat of the muffled song spilling from the ballroom.

‘Come here, pretty bunny,’ Jesse’s phone screams at you. You automatically take a step forward before remembering yourself.

“Jess, you shouldn’t...you shouldn’t be here. I’m...this...is my wedding.” Undeterred, Chromeskull uncrosses his arms and and crooks a finger at you, beckoning you closer. You bite your lip, glancing anxiously over your shoulder.

This is so stupid, so, so, so incredibly stupid, someone could come out here any second....

You can’t keep from shuffling forward; it’s as though he’s a damn siren luring you to your demise. Your heels click on the veranda as you make your way to the stairs. Jesse extends a hand and, hesitantly, you accept. Breathtakingly fast, he pulls you to his chest and effortlessly scoops you into his arms. You grip him around the neck as he carries you, bridal style, to the parking lot.

You wish you could go back in time, wish you could skip the party that led you into Jesse’s arms. Ironically enough, your fiancé—husband, now—had been the one to introduce you. A work colleague, he’d explained. You’d been captivated, completely charmed by the strange, silent man in the chrome skull mask. He’d had you bent over his desk before the end of the night.

You were so easy for him.

The setting sun glints off the sleek black car parked at the back of the parking lot. “Jesse,” you protest weakly as he sets you on the hood and pushes you back with a hand on your chest. The vehicle is still warm under your bare back.

‘I want to see that pretty white dress turn red.’

Your heart leaps into your throat when you read the words on his phone screen. Jesse produces one of those horrible knives from his pocket and drags the flat of the blade down your chest. Your shallow, panting breaths push cold steel into your cleavage and you whimper when Jesse slices you, twice, one cut above each breast.

Black, gloved fingers drag through the crimson that trickles down your skin, smearing it across your flesh and your crisp, white bodice. Your pathetic whine turns into a gasp when Jesse fists the fabric and rips, tearing open your bodice enough to reveal your breasts. Bloody fingers circle your nipples, tugging and twisting until you cry out and flinch away.

‘Oh, poor puppy. Does that hurt?’

“Y-Yes,” you stammer when he shoves the phone in your face. Jesse pauses, tilts his head, puts his hand to his ear like he can’t hear you. You bite your lip and murmur, “Yes, Daddy.”

Leaning back, Jesse grasps a handful of your dress and saws through the tulle until he reaches the apex of your thighs. You only have a moment to lament over the distruction of such an expensive gown before he’s shoving your legs apart. He grips your hips and grinds his hard, clothed cock against your panties until your breath hitches.

‘These are new,’ he teases, tugging at the waistband of your white, lacy underwear. He pauses again when he catches sight of the garter encircling your thigh. You can almost feel his grin when he slides the knife under the garter and tugs, pulling the little secret off and tossing it unceremoniously over his shoulder. Your underwear meet a similar fate.

Your racing heart stutters in your chest when Jesse presses the cool handle of the bloody knife against your clit. Your fingers scrabble on the hood of the car when he rolls the end over the sensitive bud. A tremulous moan spills from your lips, a sound that tapers into a whine when he stills.

Tap, tap, tap, he types, then, ‘Use your words, kitten.’

“Please, Daddy, I-I need you. Please...please fuck me.” Shame and guilt twist in your chest when you speak, but the burning need between your legs won’t let you stay silent. He’s like a drug, one to which you are hopelessly addicted.

Chromeskull pockets his knife, then his phone before ripping open his dress pants and freeing his other weapon. You scoot forward eagerly, nearly drooling at the sight of the hard cock he holds in his fist.

All it takes is one, swift thrust and he’s buried in your dripping cunt, so deep you wonder if you’ll break. Jesse claps a hand over your mouth when you scream, his shoulders shaking with laughter. He only has to rock into you one, two, three more times before tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the deep stretch too painful and too good all at once.

You moan against his hand, wrap your legs around his hips, fist your hands in the lapels of his jacket. Jesse bucks hard, rutting into your cunt like he’s trying to hurt you. Like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else.

Your moans turn to shrieks and you’re glad for the palm muffling the noise lest the entire wedding party hear your infidelity. More tapping reaches your ears and you open your eyes in time to see the wall of text Jesse holds before your face:

‘You’re going to cum, slut, and then I’m going to fuck a baby into you. You’re mine, bunny. Every part of you is. Mine. Being married isn’t going to change that.’

For a second, you panic. No, no, he can’t. But then, the idea of being connected to Jesse in such a way, knowing you’ll have a part of him no one else will ever know about takes root and you let your eyes close in euphoria. You gasp, arch as wanton pleasure explodes in your belly. Desperately, you buck your hips, tug on his jacket to pull him closer. He moves his hand so you can latch onto his neck, squealing into his flesh as he exhales sharply and paints your slippery cunt with his seed.

You tremble in Jesse’s grip, panting feverishly across his neck as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm together. You whimper when Jesse shifts. He prods at the corners of your mouth until you’re smiling, then holds his phone at arms length to snap a photo. You groan when he shows it to you. You’re a wreck; hair disheveled, mascara running, lipstick smeared across your face, bloody tits on display.

‘Mine. Got it?’ he signs, standing and straightening his clothes.

“Yes, Daddy.”

#jesse cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #laid to rest 2009 #chromeskull: laid to rest 2012 #slashers #slasher x reader #n sfw #my writing #hope all these fics makes up for my absence #I had the dumb brain

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cosmicbells · 3 years

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addictive (t. kuroo)

genre: smut, fluff(y smut)

description: you’re like a drug, and kuroo is hopelessly addicted to you. lucky for him, you’re just as addicted to him

a/n: i’m horny for kuroo so enjoy this :)

your lips are swollen, bruised and red beyond normal standards. your cheeks have burned with arousal for what feels like an eternity, and kuroo’s only just rid you two of your shirts. his hands grip your waist harshly, pulling your hips down to grind firmly on his raging erection. a cry of his name falls from your lips at the feeling, and you can feel your cunt clench around emptiness.

“impatient kitten?” he croons in your ear, and you practically melt at the rich tenor of his voice.

“yes, so please strip,” you wish you sounded more blunt, but your breathlessness makes it hard for you to sound snappy. he knows he should be mad at your bratty attitude, but he’s so in love with you he can’t bring himself to be upset. instead, he laughs deeply, squeezing your waist affectionately before pecking your lips and sliding you off of him.

“such a little brat. you’re lucky i love you otherwise i wouldn’t let you cum at all tonight,” he attempts to sound threatening, but you both know he isn’t serious. he’d do anything you ask of him. which is why when you whine in protest his clothes fly off at record speed. he pounces back on you, pushing you back onto the bed and crashing his lips onto yours. his hands fumble with your leggings, almost tearing them in the process of yanking them off. he pushes his naked groin down onto you, and you can practically feel him try to push into you through your underwear.

“fuck, kuroo!” you moan out, hands flying to his hair and tugging hard. the twinge of pain that accompanies the strength of your grasp pulls a deep groan from his chest, and one hand moves from your waist down to your underwear. completely tearing it off.

“sorry, i’ll buy you ten more pairs to make up for it,” a cheshire cat-like grin breaks out on his face. you’re well aware he’s not really sorry as one of his hands comes up to squeeze your right breast harshly, twisting your pebbled nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. your thighs twitch at the stimulation, whimpers free falling out of your mouth.

“they better be lace,” you say, eyes rolling back as the tips of his pointer and middle fingers run up your soaked slit. he growls loudly at the thought of you in skimpy lace panties, fingers pushing past the right ring of your cunt to rest deeply within you. his blood runs hot with the sight of your mouth open, wanton moans pouring out like honey. his cock throbs painfully at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers, sucking them in so that he can barely move them.

“holy shit you look so beautiful right now,” he murmurs, slowly pulling his fingers out before thrusting them back in. your face contorts in pleasure as kuroo curls his fingers upwards, brushing against your sensitive spot.

“i’d look better with your cock stuffed inside of me,” you sputter out, opening your eyes to meet kuroo’s gaze. his molten gold eyes pierce yours, and his smirk widens at your obvious challenge. he responds by adding a third finger to the mix and speeding up his thrusts.

“oh i think so too. you sure you’re ready though?” taunts were a staple of your two’s relationship, so of course he’d respond to your challenge with one. you know better than to have him stop. you’re both well aware you need more prep to take his dick, but both of you have lost any patience you once had.

“fuck me and find out pretty boy,” your grin matches his this time. his fingers fly out of you and he grabs the base of his cock, squeezing tightly to keep himself from cumming at the sight of you spread out for him, naked and panting from his touch. he meant to go in slowly, he really did, but his skin is on fire at how your cunt flutters in anticipation. he buries himself inside of you, the tip of his cock prodding your cervix. you scream out at the sensation, nails raking down kuroo’s back to try and ground yourself. you feel him inside of you and all around you, your entire being is wrapped in kuroo. he doesn’t wait for you to adjust, self control failing him as he pulls out and slams back into you with reckless abandon. your mouth falls open in silent screams as the pleasure laced with pain intoxicated you to your very core. the stretch burns in a delicious way, and kuroo growls out at the feeling of your cunt practically holding him in place.

“kitten, you’re astounding,” your heart flutters at the pure praise that falls from his lips easily. you moan in response, words failing you as you push your hips up to meet some of his thrusts. kuroo responds by grabbing both of your legs and pulling them over his shoulders, one hand on your right thigh while the other grabs the headboard for support. his biceps flex under his tight grip on you and the wood behind you, his hips angling so that his cock hits your g-spot on every stroke. a scream louder than before escapes you, and your eyes roll back at the wave of pleasure curling over you. your entire body is awash with waves of heat, lower abdomen tightening impossibly more. kuroo can tell your orgasm is dangling over your head, so the hand on your thigh travels down your leg, his pointer finger and thumb pinching your clit. you cum in an instant, gushing all over kuroo’s cock and dripping down his balls.

“fuck, shit, tetsurou!!” your voice cracks as you reach his name, the strain of moaning finally starting to hit upu. he fucks you through your orgasm, not bothering to slow down.

“that’s it baby, let go for daddy,” he stutters out, hips faltering as his balls tighten in anticipation of his orgasm. he holds out, wanting to make sure you cum once more before he does. your cunt burns in overstimulation, but it’s a pain you’ve become addicted to.

“t-tetsu it’s a lot,” you whimper out, and he coos at how cute you are after you cum.

“i know kitten, can you give daddy one more though?” he asks, grip tightening on the headboard as he forces his orgasm back. you nod pliantly, hands coming up to wrap around his neck and bring his face down for a soft kiss. the contrast between his rough thrusts and your gentle lips on his has him melting for you. he swears your saliva is like an aphrodisiac because everytime he kisses you he swears he gets even more addicted to you. his thrusts speed up, the hand on your clit rubbing quickly. his motions pull a weak cry from you, your body already starting to grow weak.

“tetsu i’m close,” you moan out, pulling his body closer to you. your legs are essentially pressed into your chest at this point, and the angle allows kuroo to grind deeper into you. his cock is nudged up against your cervix with each slow thrust, and kuroo swears he can feel your heartbeat throbbing in your drenched cunt.

“come on love, cum for me. cum for daddy,” he whispers in your ear, and his soothing voice is all you need to fall over the edge once again. this time though, you squeal as you squirt around his cock, spraying across his abdomen and down his thighs. your cum is all he needs to finish, moaning your name as he shoots thick hot ropes of cum inside of you. your mixed cum dribbles out of your pussy, and you both let out exhausted sighs. kuroo pulls out slowly, shooting a teasing grin as you whimper at the sensation. you watch as he clambers off the bed, walking into the bathroom attached to your shared bedroom. you watch as he grabs a washcloth, wetting it with warm water.

“you know i love you right? for more than just your dick game?” you call out, grinning as he scowls at you from the bathroom. he walks back, climbing over you and gently wiping the cum off of the both of you.

“you’re such a sweetheart,” he deadpans, and you giggle in response.

“that’s why you love me,” you say, grabbing the washcloth from his hand and pulling his body down onto yours. you push his head into the crook of your neck, kissing the the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder.

“you’re right. i do love you. i love you to the ends of the earth love, always and forever,” he mumbles into your neck, lifting his head up to look at you. he can’t get over how your eyes sparkle and your lips turn up into a goofy smile at his admittance. it’s an unconscious habit of yours whenever he tells you he loves you. he’s positively addicted to it. kuroo tetsurou is impossibly addicted to you and everything about you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #hq #hq x reader #kuroo #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro smut

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wooyunhwa · 3 years

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kingdom of welcome addiction | seven

view pinned post for masterlist / links to the rest of the parts! note: this is part 7! I recommend reading all the parts before this one (on my masterlist!)

Genre: smut (with plot), angst, some fluff in this part

Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader / angel!yunho x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: oral (female receiving), edging, very light dumbification if you squint

Synopsis: Torn between two opposing forces competing for your attention, who will you choose?

A/N: Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always! Sorry this took so long to get out and it’s a bit shorter than usual parts, but I’ve been having trouble writing recently! (lots of stuff in my personal life) Anyway I hope I can update more frequently from now on! I hope you enjoy anyway~

You made your way out of the lecture hall through the same door Yunho had left out of. A part of you had expected him to be there, waiting. He was nowhere in sight.

But San was.

“I take it your angel boy didn’t take kindly to my marks?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What we did back there, it was a mistake,” you said in a hushed voice as you approached him, poised against the wall in the bustling hallway.

“Oh, darling. We both know that’s not how you feel,” he quipped with a wink. How could he still be so charming to you even when you were angry at him?

He reached out a hand to touch you, but you shied away from it. “Not here,” you hissed. “Let’s talk at my apartment today.”

He rolled his deep coffee-colored eyes. “Does that mean I have to walk? This human body isn’t good for much, I’m learning.”

“Take the bus, actually,” you responded dryly.

“How do you humans do this every day? This whole walking everywhere thing. It’s exhausting,” he grumbled through his teeth as he gathered his things up to follow you out of the building.

It felt particularly strange, being in public with him. Something about it felt wrong, illegal even, like you were transporting some sort of wanted criminal through the streets. He looked like one, too, even now. Even in his human form, he looked like pure trouble. He was, after all.

Despite your extensive history with him, small talk felt awkward. You stared awkwardly forward during your bus trip, resisting the urge to push your hips against his and feel his warmth. You hadn’t realized how much you missed his touch until he was all over you in the chemical closet, and you couldn’t help but want more now.

The tension only grew thicker as you let him into your apartment. You realized this was the first time he’d ever gone through the front door—usually he just popped up like magic. Demon magic, you supposed.

“We should talk—”

Sans lips curled into a cheeky grin, cutting you off before you could finish. “I thought that was what we were doing here, darling.” He took a step close to you, cutting off any space left between you. His eyes glazed with unmistakable lust. “Unless you’d rather do something else.”

“I—I would…” You broke your gaze away, heat pooling in your cheeks. “But… we need to talk about this. You can’t keep messing around outside my classroom.”

“And why’s that, lamb? Jealous?”

You gritted your teeth. It was useless playing his game. Honesty was the only way you would get anywhere. “Yes, San. Yes, I was jealous. I am jealous. Your lips on another girl makes me feel sick.”

You drew your gaze back up to his to take in the smug look on his face, but you were met with a serious gaze. He bit his lip slowly before clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. “To be honest, it makes me a bit nauseous too. None of them have the same... delicious taste. Kissing lowly humans is more of a chore than anything.”

“Are you admitting you only did that to make me jealous, then?”

“I have my reasons. Nothing you need to worry about, darling.” He stepped forward, pinning you against the wall of the hallway like he’d done earlier in the chemical closet.

Despite the looming guilt for what you’d done to Yunho, his sad eyes and disappointed gaze haunting in the back of your mind, you craved more of San. It crept up on you slowly, washing over you until it was unmistakable. You needed more.

You didn’t give him a chance for him to play around with you any more. You knew what you wanted now, and you were going to take it. Your lips came crashing into his, nibbling lightly at the soft skin of his lower lip as you kissed. He growled low in his throat, reciprocating against you with hungry bites, tugging and nipping at your lips with his distinctly fang-less teeth. His lip ring felt comfortingly familiar to taste, cold against you as you slipped your tongue in his mouth.

His hands found their way under your shirt, pushing up under them to feel every inch of your skin. You squirmed under his touch, cold from walking in the outside air, moaning against his mouth as his fingers cupped around your breasts and yanked your bra up, letting your breasts loose beneath it. His index finger circled your sensitive nipples, and you whimpered into him, pulling away to bury your head in his neck.

He had you worked up so easily again—it was barely an hour ago that he’d fucked you until your legs shook in the chemical closet, and yet you craved it all again somehow.

San’s deep, honeyed voice purred in your ear. “I just realized something, lamb. I was so busy fucking you senseless earlier I forgot to make you feel good, too.”

Your knees buckled under you at his works, sending pleasured waves and vibrations down your spine, contracting the muscles in your thighs until you felt hopelessly weak. His hands found their way down to the skirt he’d fucked you in earlier, this time tugging it down until it pooled at your ankles.

He slowly sank down, peppering kisses along your sensitive skin as he travelled lower down your body, dropping your shirt back into place as his knees found their home against the cold hardwood floor.

He kissed the soft skin of your thighs gently, carefully and teasingly avoiding your neediest areas. "San, please," you begged, squirming from his merciless teasing. You craved his tongue against you—if you didn’t know any better, your body would have had you thinking you needed it as badly as you needed oxygen now.

"Beg for it, baby," he growled against your thighs, swiping his tongue slowly and deliberately just shy of your folds.

"San please—please I need it..."

"Need what?"

"Your tongue—I need—please," you pleaded. You knew you were playing his game, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were desperate.

"You're so cute when you're begging. Pathetic little thing, can't even get words out," he cooed mockingly. You laced your fingers in his hair, hopelessly grinding your hips to his face, hopefully to find his tongue. He wouldn’t budge. “Uh-uh, lamb. I’ll get there. Patience.”

You groaned impatiently, wiggling your body again to find some—any—relief from the teasing, but he refused. He gently ran his finger tips over your legs, tickling the soft skin of your thighs with his torturously light touch. He licked a long stripe up the sweat-slick skin of your inner thigh, grasping your thighs harshly to keep you still as you squirmed under him.

“San—San I can’t take it,” you whined.

He looked up at you with hungry, playful eyes. You could tell he was basking in every second of you conceding to his control. “Okay, darling. But only because you’re too delicious to resist.”

You could swear you ascended to heaven for a moment when his tongue met between your legs. You melted against the wall, gripping your fingers tighter in his hair. He licked skillfully, deliberately, as if he had been planning and perfecting every move beforehand. Maybe he was that good, or maybe you were just that horny.

He brought his fingers up, pushing them inside slowly as he worked carefully at your clit. It was like he slowed down every time you were close to your edge, as you started to grip tighter and grind against his face harder, he pulled back, slowing the thrusts of his fingers inside and swiping his tongue painfully slowly. It was easy to tell when you were almost there—a string of fucks fell from your lips like it was the only word you knew. You were beginning to think it actually was.

“Has my lamb had enough?” he asked smugly, smirking against your thighs as he kissed at the soft inner flesh, giving you a break from the torturous edging.

“Yes, yesyesyes, please San—”

“Be good and cum for me now, okay?”

You nodded vigorously, but he was buried back between your legs again before he even had a chance to glance at your affirmation. It barely took anything for your orgasm to wash over you, his tongue dancing over your clit and two fingers buried deep inside you, thrusting steadily as you shook. It rocked through your whole body, waves of pleasure riding from your toes all the way up through every limb, a rush overwhelming your brain. Complete bliss. It was more intense than you could ever remember experiencing—San’s merciless teasing had paid off, as much as you hated to admit it.

He smirked as he stood up, sliding his fingers out of your slick entrance, looking particularly satisfied at his accomplishment.

He opened his mouth to speak—probably to praise himself—but his efforts were interrupted by a series of loud knocks at the door right next to you. You jolted back at the sudden noise, knocking the back of your head against the wall.

"Ah—ow—fuck." You cursed, panicking slightly as you stood there, embarrassingly exposed but suddenly wide alert after your moment of bliss.

San swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, moving backwards out of view of the door. You scrambled to pull up your skirt and panties, smoothing out your hair, which was tousled messily from writhing against the drywall.

You didn't have to move very far to get to the door—you and San had barely made it out of the entryway. You fumbled with the lock and the doorknob. The door swung open, and you were greeted with Yunho, his uncharacteristically serious gaze meeting yours coldly.

“Yunho—”

“Smells like a demon in here,” Yunho sneered, glancing through the doorway at San peeking his head into view. “Of course he's here."

“Yunho, I’m so sorry, I—”

“We should talk.” He was frighteningly serious now, and you felt uncomfortable in his dark presence, his gaze making you feel particularly small. His aura still shone brightly, but there was nothing sunshiney about the way he spoke. “Without the demon.”

“I can’t exactly pop out of the room now, Yunyun,” San jeered, tapping his feet against the ground. “I’m cursed with these earthbound legs.”

“Then walk out,” Yunho said dryly, pushing his way into the apartment. You stumbled out of the way, not daring to be in his path right now.

“Yunho—” you started, your voice suddenly small and meek. “What- what if I just… put him in the bedroom? We can talk on the couch.”

“Put me in the bedroom?” San chuckled behind you. “What am I, your unruly dog?”

Yunho narrowed his eyes in San’s direction. “That’s exactly what you are.” Then, back to you. “That’s fine. We can talk out here. I don’t need much of your time.”

You swallowed hard, before motioning to San to wait for you in the bedroom. He rolled his eyes, sulking as he shuffled his feet to the room and closed the door behind him. You hesitantly pulled your gaze back to Yunho, who only seemed to be growing taller and more intimidating by the second. You hardly recognized him like this, hardly any angel left in him.

You made your way to the couch, sinking down into it nervously. It was hard to even look at him—the guilt was already eating away at you, only compounded by the fact that you just let San tongue fuck you in the hallway minutes before.

He sat down next to you, maintaining a significant distance.

“Yunho, I—” you started, but he wouldn’t let you finish.

“It was a mistake. Letting my emotions get clouded like that, it was a mistake. It was unprofessional of me to walk away from you like that. My job is, was, and always will be to protect you. It can’t be any more,” he said with a sigh, dropping his eyes to the upholstery. His mouth was slightly agape, as if it was itching to say more, so you didn’t dare speak. “We can’t do this anymore. You and I. Kissing. Cuddling. Or... anything else. Our relationship needs to be strictly business from now on.”

You gulped, taking in his words. They stung harshly in your chest, like a knife digging in. But you knew he wouldn’t budge. It was no use fighting it. He was deadly serious. “I—I understand. It won’t happen again.” The room fell silent for a moment. “But… but what about school? Can we still—”

“I’ll play that role at school. Acting. That’s all it can be. I don’t want any rumors circulating if we were to ‘break up’.” He lifted his gaze back to meet yours, softer now. He glowed once more, and it felt like a weight was lifted off your chest as he softened his demeanor. “Y/N, I care about you. But I can’t care any more than I’m assigned to care. It’s unprofessional, and I won’t let it happen again.”

You nodded silently, tears welling in your eyes, but you shoved them down. You weren’t dating him, not in real life at least, but it still felt like he was breaking up with you. Your body ached as you pushed the tears as far down as you could, willing them not to spill over with everything you had. You refused to break down in front of him.

“That was all I needed to say. I’ll let you get back to… whatever you were doing with San,” he signed, pushing himself off the couch with his large palms. “I guess he’s harmless in this form, anyway. A bit pathetic, really. Still, call if you need me. I’m your guardian after all.” He gave an empathetic smile, more closely resembling the Yunho you knew.

You nodded in agreement, unable to choke out words for fear of your voice cracking and letting go of the tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.

He left just as quickly as you came, and the minute you clicked the lock behind him, you couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.

You didn't want San to see you like this—crying pathetically over Yunho. You knew he wouldn't understand, he hated the guy, and his jealousy over him was palpable every time they were in the same room. You choked the tears in as you opened the door to the bedroom. San was splayed out on the bed, leaning charmingly against the pillows.

"How's the angel boy?" he sneered.

His words alone were enough to immediately bring the sting to your swollen eyes again, unable to keep the tears back. You let out a single choked sob before collecting yourself. A lump collected in your throat as you spoke. "I-I don't want to talk about it."

You watched with slightly blurred vision as San's expression seemed to soften. "Come here, lamb."

You stumbled over to him, collapsing next to him. He opened his arms up invitingly. Was he asking you to… cuddle? That was certainly new.

"I—I didn't want to cry in front of you. Especially over… Yunho. I thought you'd just be an asshole about it."

"You're only pretty when you're crying over me, darling. Not when you're actually sad." He wiggled his fingers, arms still outstretched, offering his warm embrace. "I'm soulless, not heartless. Remember?"

You couldn’t believe he was actually offering you his comfort like this, but you weren’t going to reject him. After everything, you just craved human touch. Well… mostly human.

You let out a few gasped sobs as you learned in and nuzzled against his chest, his warm arms pulling around you to keep you still as your body shook from crying. He stroked your back comfortingly, staying surprisingly quiet as he did so, with none of his usual quips or snarky offhanded comments.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but at a certain point you couldn't even be sure why you were crying anymore. All you knew was his warmth, his arms, his scent, and the way he ran his hands from your hair all the way down your back so softly.

Your vision drifted away into black, the last thing you remember was his fingers laced in your hair and the gentle rise and fall of his chest under you.

You woke up to a soft filtering of moonlight through the windows of your bedroom. Your phone alerted you to the fact that it was 3am. You weren't exactly sure when you went to bed, only that you fell asleep in San’s arms after quite a while.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by a light snore and San twitching gently under you in his sleep.

His sleep.

You'd never seen him sleep before. His demon form didn't do this.

He was shockingly adorable in this state, mouth slightly agape, a small amount drool pooling at the corners of his lips. His hand twitched by his side, like a sleeping cat dreaming about chasing mice.

He looked vulnerable in a way you never imagined he could be. Despite your heavy eyelids threatening to lull you back to sleep, you wanted to watch him like this for as long as you could. You climbed carefully out of the bed, draping an extra blanket you had over him carefully. He was still fully clothed, but you couldn't risk waking him like this. He looked so peaceful.

You imagined it must have felt amazing for him to experience sleep in his human form—you were actually still exhausted yourself, immediately collapsing back into bed after stripping your street clothes from the day and changing into a more comfortable set of panties and a tee.

You slept for the rest of the night next to him. You woke up at one point with his heavy arm draped over you, unconsciously cuddling you in your sleep.

It was everything you wanted, everything you needed, and yet something about it was painful—the part of you that remembered it couldn’t always be like this. He wasn’t going to stay in his human form forever, he’d soon go back to being a sleepless demon, bound by his work. He couldn’t stay and sleep with you every night. He couldn’t hold you while you cried, not without a contract. He wasn’t yours.

And yet you slept peacefully, temporarily comforted by his warmth, his presence, his adorable sleepiness.

But you knew, deep down you knew—everything comes to an end.

#ateez smut #san smut #yunho smut #choi san smut #jeong yunho smut #ateez x reader #san x reader #yunho x reader #hongjoong smut #mingi smut #yeosang smut

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yan-twst · 4 years

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Can I request nsfw for #22 with Malleus please?

prompt 22: “you’re so sweet... i’m addicted to your presence.”

warnings: general yandere content, not very dubcon but it is yan nsfw so be careful if it could potentially affect you! darling’s anatomy is kept vague

The weather in the Valley of Thorns was oft cold and rainy, allowing the spined tendrils of plants that seemed to snake over the whole land to thrive and keep growing. They grew especially strong in the castle, where the Witch of Thorns had once resided- the dark green plants twisted around black-stone towers, coiling and twisting their thorns into the ancient structure. Malleus had grown used to this, having grown up in that sort of gloomy land and the large, eerie castle- this was home.

And even more so with his beloved laid down on his large bed with a book in their hands, the soft green glow of the lanterns’ magic fire illuminating the otherwise dark room.

He couldn’t believe he’d spent so long in solitude, roaming the castle with only Lilia and the silent servants as companions; now that he’d had a taste of love, he was hopelessly addicted. It’d taken so much to achieve this, his beloved silently laying in his bed, mindlessly reading a book he’d provided: this was serenity, this was paradise. It wasn’t like the little human could have ever truly harmed him, back when they were all fire and spite and wanted nothing more than to run away from his grasp- oh no, Malleus was so much stronger, he could have charred them to a crisp with his thunder or fire in any moment, but... Oh, it’d been so worth it to stand all their tantrums and escape attempts.

His darling quietly read, ignoring the fact Malleus was simply standing and staring; they were used to it. He did that a lot, often enough that it’d just become another fact of life. They... Couldn’t remember any other way of living. Malleus had cursed them to sleep for what had felt like an eternity, and when they’d woken, their memories had been wiped clean. It wasn’t odd that the heir of Draconia would know a spell to erase memories. For the longest time, they’d refused and fought him, begging for him to return their lost memories, but... Eventually, they’d just given up. Why even fight Malleus? They’d never win; they were magicless, human... Life was easier just submitting to him- he’d give them books and shelter, food and affection, even if it all felt wrong deep down.

“Darling.” Malleus’ deep voice made them look up from their book, knowing better than to ignore him. “Are you enjoying the book?”

“Mhm.” they said, with a small nod. Well, just because they’d given in didn’t mean they’d act all lovey-dovey; it was ok to keep a level of indifference. They were captives, after all. Besides, Malleus seemed to relish on even the smallest scraps of attention given to him...

“I’m glad.” he said, walking to the bed where his darling laid reading and taking a seat besides them. He pulled them onto his lap, his cold body relishing in the human heat from his beloved. His darling pressed their lips. Even covered in clothes, Malleus was always cold... “These stories... They’re traditional fae tales from this land. I used to read them a lot when I was a child.”

With his darling’s back pressed to his chest, Malleus’ tall figure practically enveloped his darling’s, as he peered at the book from over their shoulder. Truthfully, the powerful fae hadn’t read the tales- they’d been read to him by Lilia, so many centuries ago, but he did know them well. He felt giddy, sharing something so dear to him with his beloved. His hands traced over his darling’s wrist, gently caressing the old rope burn scars on their arms- he felt so thankful he no longer needed to restrain them from running away. Like a trained pet, they’d finally realized resistance was futile.

“...” His darling didn’t say anything, but he could sense their body tense slightly as he traced over the scars where they’d once been confined. He disliked the thought that he’d marred their skin, but... It did serve as a reminder- a reminder of how badly things could be if they didn’t accept his love. Besides, his darling was beautiful, even covered in scars and bruises he’d caused both willingly and by accident- too beautiful.

Malleus began kissing and nibbling on his darling’s neck, hands slithering beneath the loose nightshirt he’d given them to wear around the castle. They bit the inside of their cheek. Once Malleus began to get touchy, it was only a short while before he got heated up; the fae’s sex drive was almost impressive. Trying to concentrate on their book, they did their best to pay no mind to the bites and the hands teasing at their chest- the pride that remained in them screamed to not just give themselves so easily to their captor, but the other side of their brain, the side that just wanted to live an easy life, kept saying to submit. Why fight it? He’ll make them feel good, won’t he? It’s not like there’s any other option; isn’t it better to give in and enjoy?

“Come on, don’t try to ignore me.” cooed Malleus, one hand harshly pinching one of his darling’s nipples and making them gasp, book falling out of their hands. They instinctively arched their back a little, and the dragon fae grunted- they quickly realized he was hard, his erection poking their ass as they sat on his lap. “Go on now, make some noise. You know I very much enjoy it when you do so.”

It was hard to hold back the moans now, even if they’d wanted to for the sake of their pride. One of Malleus’ hands had slipped under the waistband of their pants while the other still teased their chest, his mouth still leaving dark marks on their neck. The book laid on the bed, long forgotten as Malleus growled into his darling’s neck, hands working more lewd sounds from their mouth.

“You’re so sweet... I’m addicted to your presence.” he growled, voice low as his darling squirmed on his lap. He bit down again, relishing in the gasp and the way their ass ground into his erection- finally, he’d had enough of teasing. He easily flipped their positions, having his darling laid on the bed as he pinned them down- their cheeks red, arousal evident, and neck covered in hickeys. One more time, he traced the scars from chains and ropes over their arms; licking his lips- they were his, forever, and he’d remind them of it every moment he could.

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@roaringyouth you asked me to tag you, so here you go!

#yandere prompts #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #Anonymous

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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foolish (m.)

pairing: wong yukhei x reader

genre: explicit sexual content | slight angst

words: 2.7k

The little gray bubble stares up at you mockingly, your phone screen glaringly bright compared to the darkness of the night. You type, delete, retype. Lock your phone, shove your face into your pillow and scream. Pick your phone back up, and repeat.

You promised you wouldn’t do this. The pounding of your heart against your chest reminds you what a bad idea this is, the sudden shakiness of your hands as you clutch your phone. You remember last time, how you’d ended up at Hendery’s doorstep, sobbing and babbling about how you thought it would be different this time, about how you thought he was different.

But it’s late and your bed is so empty and fuck, it’s already been a month since the last time you’d seen him. Texts of “I miss you” and “you’re the most perfect girl i’ve ever met” cut a little deeper, seem a little more genuine in the loneliness of the night.

It’s a bad idea. You should’ve blocked him. You still can block him. The phone wobbles in your hand as your thumb hovers over the button. Another text pops in.

lucas [1:13am]: please baby, i need you so bad

That does it. That feeling of being needed fills you, makes you smile as you picture him laying alone in bed, you on his mind.

You forget the block button and type out a quick message.

you [1:15am]: how bad?

lucas [1:19am ]: {one attachment}

Fuck. He’s palming himself in the picture, hand somehow looking small compared to the hardness pressed against his sweatpants. Lucas is shirtless and the picture captures his abs, cuts off just above where his plump lips are parted.

you [1:20am] : doors unlocked

You’re weak.

Lucas only takes 10 minutes to get to your apartment. You don’t actually leave the door unlocked, your subconscious’s final effort to keep you protected, and so when he knocks on the door it’s rapid and impatient.

One look through the peephole confirms that it’s only him in the desolate hallways and you open the door, wearing nothing but the red lingerie you know he loves.

He gapes at you for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish as his eyes run up and down your body hungrily. You tug him inside with a hand on his wrist and that seems to snap him out of it. “Holy fuck,” He growls, turning you around and pressing you up against the door. “The things you do to me.”

“And what do I do to you?” You ask as innocently as possible, made difficult with his lips on your neck, his body pressed against yours. He slips his thigh in between yours and grinds it against your core, making you whine and grip onto his shoulders.

“I think you know.” He laughs, but it’s humorless. His lips press against yours hungrily and you welcome him, losing yourself in the man in front of you. “But let me show you, just in case you were confused.

It’s easy for Lucas to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed with enough force that you bounce a few times. He pauses to take his shirt off, throwing it to the corner of your room. And then he just looks at you, groaning softly as he drinks in the image of you all laid out for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He seems almost annoyed as he says it, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you.

“I bet you say that to every girl you sleep with.” You’re stupid to say that, because any response he gives is going to destroy you.

Lucas attaches his lips to your neck, kissing you softly before moving down your body. He bites gently at your nipple and you arch against him. “You’re wrong. None of those other girls have anything on you.”

It’s the worst response you could’ve gotten. Because it gives you hope, makes you think that you actually matter to him. At least you would still be grounded in reality if he agreed with you.

He massages your breasts with those large hands of his, pausing to undo the clasp on the front. Sweet kisses are pressed to the flesh, his tongue darting out to swipe at your nipple. “Yeah? And what makes me so different?”

You shouldn’t ask. Because you know that it’s going to be a bunch of bullshit, and it’s going to float around your head for weeks until you find him under yet another girl and your heart breaks all over again.

“I can’t get you out of my head.” He responds, kissing his way down your stomach. “All I can think about are those sweet noises you make, the way you fucking melt under me.”

His hands caress your body so lovingly that it’s easy to pretend that he cares. And you shouldn’t give in to that fantasy, but it’s so easy to let that barrier crumble, to let the pleasure drown out the voice screaming out how bad of an idea this is.

Never sleep with an ex. It’s in every book, every show, every song. Hendery and Renjun tell you that so often that the words play on a never ending loop. But it’s different because it’s Lucas. He’s kind and sweet and you’re still so hopelessly in love with him.

He sucks a hickey into your hip bone and you squirm, thighs trying desperately to clench together for some much needed friction. “And your pussy is so tight baby, so small. No matter how many times I fuck you, you always need more, yeah?”

Your underwear is wet and sticking uncomfortable to you, only made worse when Lucas lowers his head and licks teasingly at you through the fabric. You whine and cant your hips up, desperate for more friction, but he just pins you back down. “Always so desperate for more.” He sighs, eyes on you as he continues to tease.

And you hate it because he’s right. You are desperate for more, desperate for him. And when he slides your panties off, delivers that first touch of his tongue to your bare skin, it makes you keen. “Lucas, please.”

Your hands thread through his hair and he groans against you, lapping at your hole before moving up to flick his tongue against your clit. “So sexy, baby. You’re an addiction.”

He finally buries his head between your thighs and gets to work, eating you out with a fervor that has you screaming, legs shaking where he holds them down. Dark eyes remain on yours for the whole time and you force yourself to keep his gaze, to stop your eyes from rolling back in your head. He pulls away with his lips and chin glistening. “You’re like a drug.”

A harsh bite to your inner thigh and then he’s diving back in. He adds his fingers to the mix and you’re gone, mind blank of everything except for Lucas, Lucas, Lucas.

It hasn’t been long since you last fingered yourself but your hands are tiny compared to his. The one finger he has inside of you is already a stretch. The second finger he slides into you gives you a fullness you weren’t prepared for and he knows it, smirking as you sob his name, back arching as you come for him.

Lucas works you through it easily, sweet kisses to your core until you’re shoving at his head, pushing him away.

“Taste so sweet, baby.” He brings two fingers up to your mouth and you let them slide past your lips, sucking your arousal off of his fingers. A deep groan leaves Lucas as you start to bob your head shallowly, eyes locked on his through the entirety of the pseudo blowjob. “I need to be in you.”

His sweatpants are thrown somewhere across the room and his dick springs up, slapping against his lower stomach. You nearly moan as you see how hard he is, how big he is. It doesn’t matter that you just came. Your pussy clenches in need as arousal fills you.

“No underwear?” You try to tease him but your voice comes out breathless. He gives himself a couple of pumps, throwing his head back and groaning. “And you say I’m desperate.”

“Never said I wasn’t.” He laughs, kneeling between your spread legs and lining his dick up. You hum, eyes fluttering closed before you slap him.

He makes a wounded noise and furrows his eyebrows. You point to your nightstand. “Condom.”

“But we never use condoms!” Lucas protests. He looks vaguely offended.

“We never used condoms when we were dating.” You correct him. “Past tense. You know, before you decided you wanted quantity over quality.”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “You really want to start this argument now?” He acts like you’re yelling at him for something petty like forgetting to do the dishes instead of what he actually did.

“No, I want you to get a condom on and put your dick in me.�� You push him off of you and stretch out to reach into your drawer, only slightly distracted by the way he kneads at your ass as you throw lipsticks and lotions aside to find the little foil packet. You throw it at him.

Sighing, Lucas rolls it on. He spits in his hand and pumps himself a few times. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You flip over and you should be relieved because now you don’t have to look at his face, but a part of you is disappointed.

The feeling doesn’t last long. Lucas pushes in and fills you up so much that there’s no room for anything else, forcing every thought out of your head. He only pushes halfway in before you have to stop him, tell him to slow down.

It’s overwhelming, the stretch burning as you try to relax your muscles enough to take him. He smooths his hand up and down your side, presses kisses into your spine as you shake. “Take your time baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

He doesn’t mean it, at least not how you want him to, but your brain tells you he does. That he’ll be here in the morning, that he’ll wrap his arms around you and hold you close. You force the thoughts out of your head and push yourself backwards, taking more of his cock.

Lucas slides his hand from your stomach down to your core, pressing his fingers to your clit. Sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine and you moan, pushing back against him as the pain bleeds into pleasure.

“Please.” You pant out, letting your head drop to the pillows. “Lucas, please fuck me.”

“So polite.” He says, easing himself the rest of the way into you. His breathing is labored and he grips at your hip as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

You’re reminded of just how desperate he was before he came over when he starts fucking you at a brutal pace. His hips slam against yours, filthy noises filling the air as skin slaps against skin.

One large hand splays over your lower back, pushing down so that your ass raises even higher in the air, your chest pushed against the bed. The angles even tighter, makes him feel even larger.

“You’re so fucking big.” You babble, hands clutching desperately at the pillow. “Fuck, Lucas.” His name comes out closer to a sob and you can feel tears in your eyes as he snaps his hips into you harder, deeper.

His groans are liquid sex and they fill you with even more heat, leaving you to writhe against him as he keeps you pinned down. “I’m gonna come.” You sob out, tears slipping down your cheeks as the pleasure consumes you. “Please, ‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna- ohgod.”

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as Lucas keeps pounding into you, drawing out your orgasm. It’s so much, too much, and you whine as your knees slide uselessly against the sheets. He says something but it doesn’t register over the white noise filling your mind

Lucas doesn’t give you a break, even as you’re crying out from the overstimulation. Instead he lifts his hand from your back. You try to scramble into a better position, thinking that he’s giving you a break, but then he’s grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands, holding them at your lower back. Your face presses into the mattress and you turn it to the side, ragged breaths leaving you as you adjust to the overstimulation.

“Baby,” He coos, using his grip to pull you upright, your back flush with his chest. His free hand ghosts over your neck, slides down to pinch at your nipples and massage your breasts. “Love you like this, all fucked out and pliant.”

Lucas mouths at your neck, bites at your earlobe. “Such a little slut for my cock.” You only moan in response, turning your head to search for a kiss. He gives you what you’re looking for, licking past your lips and sucking on your tongue. “Mhmm, that’s right baby. Love being fucked dumb, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, love it. Love you.” You whimper, pulling away from the kiss and throwing your head back so that it rests against his shoulder. The words just kind of slip out and it doesn’t register that you shouldn’t have said them. Lucas must hear them but he doesn’t mention it, just drives his cock into you deeper, harder.

He drops his free hand to your stomach, keeping you anchored to him even as you try to arch away. You’re nearly powerless like this, only able to bounce on his lap in an attempt to meet his thrusts. The hold he has on your wrists is too strong for you to break out of but you need to hold onto something, desperately need something to ground you as you feel your orgasm rushing to the surface.

“Lucas, I- you’re gonna make me come again.” You whine out, words broken with moans and gasps. “Fuck, I’m- Yukhei.”

He snarls behind you, somehow finding it in him to fuck you even harder. His thrusts are getting sloppy though, and you can tell he’s close, too. “Say that again.”

“Yukhei!” You sob, feeling your orgasm build and build until it’s too intense for you to handle, and even then it keeps building. “Yukhei, pleasepleaseplease-“

Your mind blanks out when you come, nothing but white noise and bright lights filling your head. It seems to last forever, too, waves and waves of pleasure crashing over you. You only come back to Earth when Lucas shoves your chest down to the mattress, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you know that there’s gonna be a bruise in the morning. You make an absolutely inhuman noise as you squirm in oversensitivity, bucking your hips up as he sloppily fucks into you.

“So tight, so fucking tight.” He spits out, bringing one hand down hard on your ass. “God, you feel so fucking good.” He slurs out your name and then he’s coming, hips stuttering as his dick twitches inside of you.

The aftershocks leave you shaking, melting into the mattress. Lucas rolls off to the side, laying on his back and panting. He’s also shaking, but after a few deep breaths he pulls himself together, tugging the condom off and tying it.

You watch him warily, expecting him to either pull you closer or get up and leave. It would almost be better if he chose the second option.

He chooses the first.

“Come here, baby.” You’re pulled onto his chest and you hum, eyelids heavy as you curl up around him. A soft kiss is placed on your forehead, your sweaty hair pushed out of your face. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

The compliment has you glowing like the summer sun, smiling happily as he continues to praise you, continues to run his hand up and down your back softly.

You just hum in response to whatever he says, too tired and mindless to come up with a response. Lucas seems to feel the same way, his praises eventually fading off into soft snores. He always has the most peaceful sleeping expressions and you want to see him but your eyes are too heavy to open.

“Please be here in the morning.”

He’s not.

#lucas smut #yukhei smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #super m smut #lucas imagines #yukhei imagines #nct imagines #wayv imagines #me: yukhei is the softest aweetest bestest boy and he is pure fluff #also me: lets make him a heartbreaker and a total asshole #also can you tell i have a size kink #oops

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whereflowersbloom · 4 years

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Rebirth part II

She looked celestial, the words were stuck in his throat. Her dark curls cascading down her back, hyacinth eyes huge and luminous, resembling the Carina nebula, forming a hundred millions stars, stars he’s never seen before. She was the heart of a star. Her lavender satin nightgown embraces every curve of her hourglass body, clinging in all the right places and flowing out in others.

She told him about her origins. The daughter of Trigon the terrible. A half-demon and human hybrid. She could reduce him to ashes, he never met such a powerful woman. But she looked like heaven tonight. Every single day. He commanded his mind to repel those unusual thoughts, but his traitorous heart skipped a beat. In the quietude of the night it whispers her name with passion.

Her thoughts seem to be far away, standing in for r of the large French-style window, enjoying the view of the city lights in Gotham, focused on another person entirely. Him. Damian Wayne. It’s both absurd and exasperating loathing another version of yourself so much. He wonders if he would have killed him, if he were still alive and given the opportunity. She wouldn’t never forgive him, there’s no doubt in his bones. A new familiar emotion surged through Damian then. Hate, mixed with a bittersweet ache deep in his chest. Jealousy. Not a pleasant feeling, nor a common one for him. It wasn’t one e until he was involuntarily brought to this earth. What does he have to be jealous of, his counterpart is dead? Raven could be his and nobody could stop him. But it stung, a poison spreading in his bloodstream that Wayne was first to occupy a place in her heart. The first to kiss her and claim her as his. Both body and heart. He pondered Jason’s suggestion, he wasn’t his brother as he had told him with wary eyes, but he believed in second chances after Bruce welcomed him back in his home. He would never replace Damian Wayne but he could be part of their dysfunctional but interesting family. He concluded he needed more time to make a final decision. He cursed out loud without realizing and it drew her attention to him.

There it was his inherent weakness. She made him weak in the worst way possible, because she’s constantly in his head and his heart and there’s nothing he can do to get her out. Those soft eyes hiding her deep heartache, looking at him as if he was her only hope. Destiny is indeed cruel toying with his feelings on purpose, testing his limits, making him feel a whole spectrum of new and unpleasant emotions. Moments like these he wished he’d never met her. That wicked witch hadn’t cursed him, sending him to this world. But then he wouldn’t have met her and she would be alone dealing with the pain of her loss.

She has bewitched him but she isn’t his. Not yet.

“You look radiant tonight.” He sighed huskily, positioning himself beside her. He had no idea where that compliment was coming from. It plainly escaped his lips. It was true though.

Her pupils dilated in surprise at his unexpected compliment. She muttered quietly. “Thank you.” She was so beautiful if only he could…his hand instinctively stretched to touch her cheek but he withdrew his hand, denying himself the satisfaction of holding her.

“Goodnight.” He was hesitant for a heartbeat but then leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, immediately pulled away and looked into her beautiful, vivid violet eyes. He lowered his gaze, reproaching himself for lusting over this forbidden fruit. He needed to get away from her and head back to his room, the guest’s room when he is stopped by a firm tug at his sleeve.

“Wait. Stay with me tonight.” Raven bit her lip a little too hard, not enough to draw blood, she was anxious but truth is she wanted to kiss him and taste his lips, like ripe raspberries on her tongue. She wants to uncover the secrets, layers of this vicious man. She wanted to explore the real Damian Al Ghul, free and vulnerable, no shields or walls between them.

He was quiet a long moment, she held her breath tensely, maybe what she was asking for was too much. But she could sense it his fervent desire dispersing in the air. He was holding back for some unknown reason. He turned to face again finally, his forest eyes staring back at hers, getting lost in each other. Then he moved too fast for her to register the action.

The alabaster wallpaper made the walls pale in the darkness of the night, but his eyes adjusted to it and he took her in his arms, lifting her effortlessly, quietly carrying her to the king-sized bed. When her back made contact with the black and gold damask bedding, she felt suddenly exposed, the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming. It was happening. Damian positioned above her body, careful not to crush her with his weight. All air left her lungs.

“Did you know that you make the blood in my veins boils to the long I can barely touch my own skin?” His voice is husky and agitated, dark with want, it made her belly clench in response. He swallowed hard, building his the courage to bare himself before her. Who was he fooling? He was in love with her, there’s no turning back, he didn’t have any interests in going back to that desolate bottomless pit in earth-22. He cursed in his mother tongue. He could stay here and build a new life with Raven. Only one breath away from the source of thus insatiable hunger.

She blinked astonished at his frank confession, before she can speak he eagerly claimed her lips. He moved his voracious mouth against hers, let his skilled tongue press on the seam of her lips. She gasped at the hot, wet intrusion, but she found persuade is it, his tongue sliding against hers in an erotic promise that made her forget everything. The kiss grew more passionate as she tilted her head, giving him more access to her mouth to deepen it, explore every corner.

His ardent kiss had made her dizzy, her body swollen with feverish desire. He drew a ragged breath as she looked up into his face, lit with brisk hot fire. He ran his thumbs over her cheekbones, jawline, fragile clavicle, as if to prove to himself that she was real. This moment was real and it wouldn’t shatter entirely in his hands.

Lowering his face closer to her long neck, to where he could feel the pulsing of her rapid heartbeat. He found satisfaction it was his fever on her. He moved along the length of her neck until he reached the shell of her small ear, where he whispered low and urgent. “Raven” he stopped for a minute to reconsider their actions. What if she is thinking of him or regrets this in the morning?

“I’m not having second thoughts.” And as if she read his mind she spoke resolutely, her voice barely a whisper, his indecision fading-away with her words. Gooseflesh is erupting on her skin and the fine hairs on the back of his neck and arms all stand at the certainty in her voice. It’s him. So tonight, he will be leaving any doubts and the madness behind, he will allow himself to let go, if only for once. Who cared if he was beyond fucked. He loved this woman and tonight she would be his completely.

She must hold gravity in her dazzling smile, cradled away in bliss, her eyes remind him of starlight dust. She must have some ambrosial aphrodisiac within her tempting lips, for he has become hopelessly addicted to them. She smelled of lavender and rain, jasmines blooming in springtime. He was certain he would always remember this night, would become a haunting memory, as she had carved herself into his corrupted heart. So when this memory knocks, his thoughts then will flood with her. At this very instant all his past seemed so distant, as if it had been simply a blur, when all he ever knew was to kill, train and take down missions, acquire more land and treasures. But this woman. Raven. She changed everything. They were made of the same stars, bones and dust, and at first, he hated her for it. But as time passed being with her was as natural and instinctive as breathing, the kind that filled his lungs and chest that made bearing the weight of the world that much more tolerable. He didn’t know what was love before he came to this world.

She raised her hands to his cheeks, cupping his face, as his hands automatically traveled down her waist, long fingers brushing lightly over the thin fabric covering her abdomen, as if it was acting on instinct, and second nature. He wanted her out of it, explore the possibilities exposed skin offered, the intimate slow dance of lips and flesh. She gave him a small smile, and closed her starlight eyes, pulling his head down to lean their foreheads together. Damian trailed kisses down her sensitive neck, drawing a soft moan from her, as he whispered seductive and passionate words in his native tongue, only lovers know. “Oh water my soul with those liquid fire kisses that I need so much”. In quiet agreement, she reached for the hem of his shirt, Damian promptly took it off, revealing sun-kissed skin and developed muscle, and so the dance begins.

The broad expanse of his muscled chest was bare and there for her to admire. Damian Al Ghul was at the height of his prime. Damian. There so much she wanted to say to him but it’s all too new and jumbled for Raven to express properly so it remains unspoken.

His touch leaving trails of fire burning into her skin. She felt him smirk against her pearly skin before he nipped at her pulse, cradling her head as she arches up and into the sensation, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close as he dragged his mouth to her clavicle and sucked a mark there. She didn’t care that he wanted to mark her as his. He smoothed his palm up her sides, outlining the swell of her breast and looking up at her through his long dark eyelashes. Soon her nightgown is in the way. It peels off of her like a second skin that he tossed away without any hesitation before touching the figure it was hiding. Her nipples had tightened to rock hard peaks and the curls of anticipation twisted into a coil of tension. The urge to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve some pressure sent a wave of delight through her. Her hand fists in his ebony hair as he slowly flicked his tongue against her pink nipple and she gasped aloud, naked and wanting.

He touched her like she’s fragile, exploring the feeling of her smooth skin and lightly kissing her sensitive nipples. Fighting to just keep breathing, oh Azar, she wanted him more than anything. Paying equal attention to both breast, a sharp tightness takes shape in Raven’s gut, making her clutch on to him desperately. He wanted him closer, closer if that was possible.

Her hands are greedy against the planes of his back, her nails dug into his shoulder blades when he nipped at her clavicle again, soothing it with his tongue after, running his hands up and down her sides. She could feel the length of him pressed against her through his pants.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Damian breathed out before kissing her once again with ardor. It terrified him a little to realize just how content he would be to stay in this bed forever and map every inch of her skin with his hands and his lips. Brand her. Now he knew the image of her laying naked in this bed, goosebumps where his fingers trailed and her eyes half lidded with desire as he let his mouth follow would be burned into his memory. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. He made his way down her body, wandering patiently, eyes scanning the pronounced curves, looking for a constellation of freckles or moles, peppering soft kissed here and there, weak moans escaping her mouth. He paused when his strong hands made contact with her hips. Rapidly, getting rid of the last piece of clothing, underwear. she could not help a shiver of sensual sensation.

Raven parted her legs for him as she reclined on her elbows. Damian grabbed her knees and pushed them further apart, then bit the inside of them as he delighted thinking about the thing he would do to her. Her toes curled as he inched closer. He ran his tongue and teeth along the inside of her leg, kissing and nipping at thin skin even as he kept his eyes on her. A wicked promise danced in those green eyes.

Damian’s cheek pressed against her center as he sucked on the inside of her thigh. Raven arched her back and whimpered in anticipation. She needed him. Now. The desire was a consuming fire in her veins, screaming at him to join and bury himself deep inside her.

Damian turned his head, nipped gently at the folds of her sex, then pulled back. He moved easily to her other thigh, then began to slowly kiss his way out to her knee. Raven moaned desperately for him to devour her, and he immediately edged his shoulder under the other leg so that he could reach around and rest a hand on her flat stomach, pinning her hips firmly in place. That’s how he wanted her.

At her knee he reversed his path, once more sliding closer and closer to his lover’s center. It was almost impossible for him to resist simply latching his mouth around her sex. Something primal in him hungered for her taste without sense or reason. He came closer and closer. Did he plan to make her beg?

Damian finally reached his destination, and began to circle her clit with teasing strokes even as he pressed a warm finger against he entrance. Teasing her until it slides inside her, after minutes he worked a second finger in and finally squeezed her clit and increased the pressure. She tugged firmly at hair, pushing him closer to source of unscratchable itch. He sucked and flicked at her clit, fingers curled inside of her. Then he abruptly stopped. She cried out and tried to roll her well-formed hips against him, but he held her firm. Damian Al Ghul was hard already, his senses overwhelmed in the most amazing way with the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the way she moaned his name out again and again as her breath hitched.

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now?” His voice was hoarse. He pulled his fingers out until just the tips were inside her. “I want to have you under me and slam my cock into you as hard as I can.” He was going to drown her in this intense and insatiable want for him. “I want to feel how deep I fit.” He continued with husky voice.

“Take me.” It was all he managed to say, barely a whisper. He nodded with this characteristic wicked and playful smirk of his. Her lungs out of air, sinking in this sea of wild and sensual euphoria, profoundly overwhelming her senses. Damian, there was nothing else beyond Damian.

Damian slid his fingers out of her and studied her juices on his hand. “I have wondered how you would taste for a while.” He slid those long fingers, slowly, into his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste of his lover. She tasted like plums. Raven bit hard her lips at the sight.

Damian kissed her hard once more, bruising her pink lips now swollen, before he stood and let her yank at his black pants, pulling them down. He kicked off his shoes and threw the pants aside. He didn’t care where they landed. He wanted her badly. Damian focused on memorizing every aspect of her, the way she moaned as he sucked on her clavicle, her breast swaying as she moved, her delicious taste, how she whimpered when he teased her, and the expression on her face when he made her climax. He’d memorize every little detail of this night. Mine he growled.

He positioned his aroused and large manhood at her entrance, wet and hot, ready for him. He filled her wholly and completely, immediately she gasped at the awaited fullness, her body took him in a single hard push. Raven knew she was tiny next to Damian, most people were, but it was entirely different with him on top of her. She didn’t want to think shirt her Damian, no. All she could see was Damian Al Ghul, all she could feel was him, and she knew she’d feel it for days after. There was nothing but smooth skin, muscle, and that goddamn defined jawline that would be the death of her. She hooked her legs around him and let out a moan as he hit her just right, he moved instinctively, angle shifting enough that he struck that spot that sent sparks across her vision with every thrust. She tried to match his rhythm to chase her orgasm. She squeezed her walls around him with a confident grin and he very nearly erupted.

He pushed into her fast and hard, demanding more, and gave up trying to suck her breast as he gave her the very passion and force they both desired. She was panting and light beads of sweat were dripping down her forehead and chest. He held her hips tightly as he pushed into her, a little faster than before. A large hand played with her bundle of nerves, stroking his name across it, it’s something he has been wanting to try. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the thick air around them, interspersed with Raven’s gasping cries and Damian’s husky, primal groans. Both echoed across the master bedroom. Her nails dug deeper into his back, probably leaving some marks. She didn’t think Damian would mind.

She reached a hand up to lace her fingers through his and she could feel herself start to unravel. “Damian.” She half whispered, half moaned and bit down on her lower lip for a second. She was so close. The feeling as her inner muscles clenched around his cock in orgasm tipped Damian over in tandem. Her muscles tensed at the ecstasy. Raven had a sense of that epicenter she and Damian had flirted with for so long. She could feel the heart of it waiting for her and Damian to climax together. She examined minutely his dazed expression, there’s nothing like the sun kisses sunset gave his skin. All hers. They lost track of time, immersed in their lovemaking.

Raven screamed lustily as her body filled with a blinding, aching fire where they joined. An impossibly strong wave of pleasure swept over both as Raven release hit. The orgasm burst over her as she gasped his name. She fisted the blankets on the bed as she rode the brutal wave. Clamped down around his cock as he came and filled her with his seed. Damian was fairly certain the world could end around them and he wouldn’t even notice right then. It was just them in the universe, her perfect skin against his, the way it felt to find release inside her, her slender fingers threaded through his, her breath ragged and hot against his neck, the knowledge that he was the one who satisfied her need. He could not find it in him to move, sliding off of her. He wanted to hold her for a few more minutes. He can’t help but feel as if the moment would shatter if he stopped touching her, somehow everything would dissolve before him, and he would wake to the sight of an empty bed and rumpled sheets. He wanted to spend his nights with her. His Raven. She was his not Wayne’s. The ghost of her touch still lingered on his skin, the sound of his name on her lips still lingered in his devious mind, more than all that though the way she made him feel like he wasn’t so goddamn alone washed over him and he wanted more. Always. This cozy and peaceful domesticity…

“This moment.” Damian whispered heavily as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Will be the moment I remember. For always.” Yes, Damian Al Ghul admitted doubtless, he was irrevocably and hopelessly doomed.

He looked at her for a long moment, she held his thoughtful gaze at his unexpected words, she found herself speechless. Before she thinks of speaking, he leaned in to kiss her gently. It was tender, kind, like charm that touched the unknown places in her soul, and there’s a new ache in her heart. It’s as If he tried to tell her something wordlessly, like a promise made brightly that would be one faithfully kept, a love silently awakened. He hooked an arm around her waist protectively, nestling her against his chest, as if he was guarding her, telling her he belonged to him. Chest raising unsteadily as his breath recovered from the strenuous activity, preparing for the next round…later. His eyes closed briefly, getting lost in the wondrous the bliss of this moment, sighing softly. For now he only dreamed of holding her endlessly.

Happy belated birthday @xaphrin 🙈🙈🙈💜💜❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎁🎈

I’m sorry I’m late but I wanted to finish it. I hope you like it.

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just-another-fangirl-94 · 5 years

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Make Me a Daddy Part 2

As requested, here is Part two of Make Me a Daddy. You can read part 1 here.

I may continue writing another part or two to this. Let me know if that is something you guys would be interested in!

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

“Daddy can’t wait to meet you little one.” Chris cooed at your tiny baby bump.

You smiled at his words as you laid back with your eyes closed. This has become the daily morning routine ever since you told Chris at the wedding that you were expecting.

“You have to cut mommy some slack though. You’re making her sick all the time.” He continues to talk to your unborn child.

It was true. About two weeks after you returned home from your honeymoon the sickness hit you hard. And it wasn’t just in the morning. It seemed every few hours you would end up emptying the contents of your stomach. Unfortunately, it has been taking a toll on your sex life as newlyweds. Your energy levels and sex drive were not what they used to be. You were hoping once you were further along you would start to feel better soon. Chris had been more than understanding. He knew that growing your first child took a lot out of you and he was nothing but patient with you.

“What do you think mama? Can you stomach some breakfast this morning?” He asks you while continuing to caress your stomach.

“Maybe just some tea and toast for now please?” You ask. “I feel okay right now, but I’m not trying to be too optimistic.”

He nods his head and stands up. “If that stays down for a while I’m going to insist on you eating something more.”

“Deal.” You sigh as you make yourself comfortable in bed again.

However, as soon as you took two bites of your toast, you were running to the bathroom again. Chris followed behind, held you hair, and rubbed your back.

Once you were finished he carried you back to bed and tucked you in. “What else can I do baby?” He asks hopelessly.

“Nothing Chris. You’ve done all you could do for me. We just have to let this pass.” You sigh as you brush a tear away from your cheek.

He crawled into bed next to you and pulled you close. “I wish I could do more. I hate seeing you suffer.”

You give him a weak smile and bring his hand back down to your stomach. “It will all be worth it daddy.”

The rest of the week was an exhausting routine. Eat. Vomit. Sleep. Try to eat again. Sleep. Vomit again. The hormones were hitting you hard too. You found yourself crying a lot this week from being frustrated. You felt like you were failing as a mother already as well as failing as a wife. It’s been over three weeks since the two of you were intimate with each other. That hasn’t been the longest the two of you gone without sex, but it was only because he was away working. Usually the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other when you were together. Chris wasn’t complaining at all, but the guilt was still present. You missed his touch and wish you were able to have that intimacy again soon.

“Baby are you okay?” Chris asked as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open half way a movie the two of you were watching.

You sighed and closed your eyes. “I’m just so tired Chris. I think I’m going to bed. I know it’s early I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing Y/N. You and baby need all the rest you can get.” He reassures you. “Go to sleep. I’ll be in shortly okay?

You nod you head and give him a quick peck on the lips before you get up and walk to the bedroom. The second your head hits the pillow, you’re out cold. When you wake up, you see it is close to one in the morning. You turn and see that your husband was next to you sound asleep with his hand touching your hip. You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you? And then it hit you. For the first time in weeks, you felt good. Really good. You look back at your husband again and admire his handsome face in the moonlight. Your eyes travel down to his bare chest and you feel that familiar warmth spread between your legs again.

“Chris, Chris. Wake up.” You shake him.

When he wakes, he shoots up and rubs his eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is baby okay?” He slightly panics.

“We’re fine Chris. Everything is perfect.” You smile.

“Okay.” He says confused. “What’s up then sweetheart? Why are you up so late?”

You grin and straddle his waist. “Chris I feel great.”

“O-Okay?” He says as he puts his hands on your hips. He is still confused and slightly disoriented.

“Chris I’m horny. For the first time in weeks. Which means we should fuck now before I feel like shit again.” You say as you start to grind your panties on his soft cock, which starts to harden as soon as he feels the friction.

He groans and pulls you down for a passionate kiss. “Fuck baby.” He softly moans as his hands travel up to your breasts.

“I missed you so much Chris.” You moan as you feel him pinch your nipples.

He holds on to your waist as he sits up, turns around, and places you gently on your back. “I know baby. I’ve missed you too.” His hands go down to your panties, and he rips them in half.

Before you could protest, you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. “Ohh fuck.” You groan.

He sighs contently as he continues to move his tongue up and down and a fast pace. “God I missed tasting you.”

It’s been so long since you’ve felt his touch, it only took minutes before you to fall apart. “Chris please. I need you.” You beg.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He climbed back up your body and positioned his throbbing cock in your folds. “God baby. I missed this perfect pussy.”

“Mmmm more Chris. Please I fucking need you now. It’s been too long.”

His thrusts are long and deep. It’s taking everything in him to not cum immediately, but he’s determined to make this last.

You wrap your legs tight around his waist and rock your hips up to meet his thrusts. “God I forgot how good you feel. Keep fucking ne like that baby.”

“Fuck, fuck sweetness I don’t think I’m going to last.” He grunts as he feels his orgasm build up.

“Give it to me baby. Fuck, fill me up.” You beg as your cunt squeezes him.

Your words set him off and he cums hard, filling you with every drop. “Shit. Shit. Fuck me baby that’s it.”

He collapses next to you as the both of you try to catch your breath. Although it was quick, it was very intense. “Wow.” He breathes out

“Agreed.” You sigh. The high you were feeling was amazing. For the first time in weeks, you were starting to feel more like yourself again.

“I promise to last longer next round baby.” He grins as he leans over to kiss your neck. “But fuck I couldn’t help myself.”

“No complaints here.” You giggle as you feel his beard graze the sensitive area on your neck.

“How do you feel?” He asks as his fingertips graze your stomach.

“Amazing. Best I’ve felt in almost a month.” You smile. “I’m sorry I haven’t been too attentive in the bedroom these past few weeks.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing? You’re going to be giving me the best thing in the world. I’m going to be a father. For that I am so grateful sweetheart.” He bends down to give you a slow passionate kiss. “Don’t apologize for anything you are going through to make that happen.”

Damn him and his words you thought as tears start falling on your cheeks. “Fucking hormones.” You sniff as you wipe your eyes.

He smiles and wipes the remaining tears on your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay mommy.”

You laugh and run your fingers through his hair. “Whatever you say daddy.”

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otonymous · 5 years

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Colours (MLQC Lucien - NSFW)

Description: Lucien has an obsession with photography. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Very minor spoilers for the main plot only up to Chapter 5. Potential trigger warning: light bondage. Word Count: 1576 words (~8 mins of smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: The legendary Lucien thirst continues and is mighty hard to quench, so here’s another story from yours truly.

This particular piece was inspired by Lucien’s Archive karma card and its accompanying Moments post:

As like before, I’m currently stuck on Chapter 8, so apologies once again to the readers who have advanced further in the game if Lucien seems out of character. Happy reading!

Tagging: @kitsune-mana (because I know you feel the same way about our Shady Sweetheart™!)

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

“Lucien…”

Her moan echoed still in his ears, hauntingly dulcet even as the chemicals washed over the film — particles rearranging into an image of her in black and white, legs parted and draped over the side of his bed. Beckoning.

The professor’s practiced hand moved the tongs gently though the bath, liquid chemistry swirling like memories to gradually reveal more of the woman who had become his life, each picture adding another piece to the tantalizing puzzle:

Supple flesh spilling from delicate lace cups.

Fishnets encasing the thighs he loved to lick.

Brows raised in surprise when her panties tore with a single yank of his hand.

Holding each photo aloft, Lucien added to the collection hung with care throughout his darkroom like the stills of some classic Hollywood film — the same ones he sat through in the early morning hours at the cinema, patiently waiting for day to break. And on the night that Audrey Hepburn raced through the streets of Rome with a besotted Gregory Peck across the silver screen, he found her sleeping in the second seat three rows back, hair obscuring her face then much as it did in the photo in his hand: a memento of her ecstasy…and his obsession.

For Lucien was fascinated with her, with the way hesitation had mixed with desire in her eyes the day he examined her through the aperture of his camera. His thighs had straddled her hips as she lay writhing in anticipation beneath him. A butterfly pinned.

“Lucien, what are you—“

“Didn’t you say you were interested in seeing one of the world’s few remaining film cameras? I can think of no better subject to demonstrate the beauty of the photos it can take.”

One hand reached out to cradle her face as she relented in amused exasperation, and through the lens, Lucien saw her turn to nudge towards his caress, lips parting to suck his index finger deeply into her mouth.

“Face the camera and look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low growl as he pushed another digit past her lips.

She obeyed, eyes wide as she struggled and failed to contain the saliva that trickled down her chin as Lucien slid his fingers in and out of that pretty mouth.

Snap.

The click of the shutter brought her back to her senses, and her embarrassment grew along with the blush on her cheeks. Anticipating her protests, Lucien removed his hand to slowly drag a glistening trail of spit past the soft notch of her neck and between her collarbones, descending until the tips came to rest within the warmth of her cleavage.

And with one deft movement, the front clasp of her bra came undone, the tension in the straps giving way to allow black lace to part like curtains in a theatre, unblemished skin unveiled before the eyes of a hungry audience.

Snap.

Lowering his camera, Lucien bent over and pressed his nose to the exposed flesh. And as he inhaled deeply to savour the sweet smell, the buzzing at the back of his brain grew in intensity.

Was this what it was like to feel intoxicated?

She wove her hands into his hair, gently tugging the dark strands closer to her heaving chest as his tongue drew slow circles about her nipples. He then stopped, blew softly on the dampened skin, and admired the way they puckered beautifully before pulling away.

Snap.

“Now you’re just purposely teasing me.”

There was a sharp edge to her voice that drew his attention as well as his camera. He captured the frustration written on her face, admiring the way her shapely brows furrowed in irritation. While he lived for her contentment, the devil on his shoulder constantly sought to tease her into submission.

For Lucien wanted, needed, her completely — mind, body and soul.

He kissed her deeply in apology before stopping to wind his camera, saying,

“When it comes to you, my love, I am nothing but serious.”

Snap.

Bashfulness. Wonder. His words elicited such emotions in her eyes that Lucien was momentarily relieved to have been looking at her through the viewfinder of a camera. To meet that gaze directly would have been tantamount to relinquishing all control over the beast that raged within to claim her roughly, savagely. And the professor knew it was impossible to appease such an insatiable appetite, for even in her presence, Lucien hungered for her still.

So his camera continued to pan down her body, the shutter clicking away in succession as he tried to capture her in entirety: the dips and curves of her stomach and hips, the sheen of the garter straps that lay against her skin like a bow upon a gift, the silk that gathered the moisture between her legs to cling tellingly against her folds.

“Such a good girl. You wore the fishnet stockings like I asked. Now spread yourself for me.”

Kneeling by the side of the bed, he readied his camera, feeling himself twitch as he gazed upon her gingerly parting legs, reaching out a hand to softly bat hers away when she moved to cover up the middle. Then, adjusting his lens, Lucien focused on the fine mesh laying atop her thighs.

Snap.

The shot in hand, he bent to kiss them immediately, lips picking up a subtle increase in temperature as they moved towards their insides. And when the heat became too intense, he ran his tongue along their lengths in a bid to cool them down, the tip tracing along the geometry of her stockings.

“Oh god, Lucien…”

Her voice trailed off as she gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white, the sensation maddeningly ticklish and arousing all at once. While she couldn’t be sure if she wanted to laugh or cry, the professor read her body loud and clear by the way her hips lifted off the bed.

Relenting, Lucien reached for his collar — one hand unbuttoning his shirt as the other continued to hold the camera. His mind worked continuously, contemplating how best to set up his next shot even as his clothing slipped from broad, muscular shoulders.

“Hold still, baby. We don’t want any blurred shots, now do we?”

He watched her lips tremble at the touch of his hand between her legs, the pads of his fingers becoming increasingly damp with each languid stroke along hot silk. Heard her gasp amidst the tearing of fabric as the remnants of her underwear fell away to leave her bare. Caught the intoxicating scent of her arousal when he brought the lens up close to capture the dew that clung to blushing petals.

And when he could stand it no longer, he allowed himself a taste of her nectar.

He ignored it, that voice in the back of his mind that warned him to stay away, to remain indifferent and objective. For he was already well past the point of no return, hopelessly addicted to her flavour on his tongue. And he became a man unhinged.

“Do you trust me?”

Lucien asked, barely able to keep his voice from trembling as he rose to full height, placing the camera beside her head as he busied himself with the buckle of his belt. He smiled to see her nod, not one ounce of trepidation in her eyes as she replied,

“I do.”

“That’s my girl.”

Smoothly sliding his leather belt from his trousers, he looped it around her wrists, binding them together as he fixed the other end to his headboard. Gaze never straying from her face, the professor shed the rest of his clothing, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as he felt it spiralling away to see her bite her lip in desire as his erection sprung free.

“Come to me, Lucien.”

Her voice was soft and inviting, and the irony of the situation didn’t escape him: bound though she was, he was the one under her full control.

One stockinged leg thrown over each shoulder, Lucien filled her over and over again, his hips relentless as they pounded into her flesh so hard the bed shook. He could see that she was becoming overwhelmed, her moans giving way long ago to breathless pants in a struggle to keep up with him. But there was nothing to be done about it now, for he was completely lost in chasing the tight wet heat of her pussy.

The dim red lamp in the darkroom flickered, bringing Lucien back to the present. He looks at the photo in his hand, smiling as he savours it like a fine wine: her face contorted in pleasure as she came undone around him.

“You almost made me drop the camera,” he says to no one in particular.

Then, he sets about developing the final photo, his pièce de résistance. The image starts to appear, angled due to the way she turned the camera back on themselves, excited to be taking a selfie on film. And despite his warnings that it may not turn out, he humours her in her post-coital giddiness, pressing close enough to get into the frame, his lips upon her cheek.

And he was right, most of the photo was a blur.

But her face was in sharp focus, and her smile was bright. And for Lucien, that was enough to turn black and white into a world of colour.

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