the byler kiss is going to change lives. the passion, the frustration, the sadness, the yearning, the love, the shame, the fear is all going to be released in that kiss. like the kiss scene is going to be on a whole other level of cinema

Stacey’s Mom Part 5

PoolBoy!Yuuji x Cougar!Reader

This one was really hard. Love is hard to write. I got very much into my feelings.

I think it might be the last chapter in this series. They're breaking my heart. I'm fully in tears.

Find the rest of this series here

18+ content: sexual scenarios & strong language, aged up yuuji, age gap, confessions of love, angst, consensual adulterous sex, creampie, *the L word*

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(japanese denim - daniel caesar)

"We don't need these.." Yuuji stands before you, staring down into your eyes, slowly removing the cuffs you just put on yourself. He hears the disappointment in your little huff, he smiles and shakes his head.

“I don't want to fuck you..” he drops the cuffs on the floor and rubs your wrists in his big hands. His fingers brush your hair behind your ear. Your heart drops and embarrassment creeps up your neck.

Did you go too far?

Shit, we're the cuffs too much?

The look of disgust on your husband's face when you showed them to him flashes in your memory and your cheeks flush. You drop your eyes, feeling shame burn your face.

He holds your blushing cheek, lifts your chin and presses his lips to yours before you can ask forgiveness. You close your eyes. He never fails to make your heart swell. He breaks the kiss and pulls you into him by your waist. That genuine beautiful smile dimples his cheeks.

“I want to make love to you..”

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His sensual words send a wave of chills flowing through you. His lips meet your neck and you swoon, holding onto his strong shoulders as he kisses down to your collarbone.

“I wanna go slow..” you love the way his rough hands rub gently over your body as he whispers into your skin.

“Yuuji..” you smile and breathe his name, running your fingers into his hair as he continues kissing down along the lacey edge of your bra. He unclasps it behind your back and it falls to the floor with the cuffs and your robe. He kneads your breasts as your hands slide down his strong arms.

“I want your hands on me..” he takes your hips and lifts you off the floor with ease. You grin down at him and wrap your legs around his waist. His strength makes you feel so weightless and giddy. He loves the cute giggly squeal you let out when he gently tosses you back onto the bed. You stretch out naked over the sheets, arching your back and rolling your head.

Yuuji just looks at you.

He’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.

He wants you like this all the time.

“You're so fucking perfect..”

“Yuuji, baby, you’re too much..” you tease because the way he’s staring makes you bashful.

Your husband doesn’t look at you like this.

Like he’s seen an angel.

Like you’re made of gold.

Yuuji keeps going as he climbs onto the bed.

“I never stop thinking about you..” he starts at your feet and runs his palms slowly up your legs.

“You're always on my mind..” he squeezes your thighs and the fat of your hips. You squirm and huff, blushing like mad at all this affection. It’s abundantly clear that this boy is crazy about you. He leans down and kisses your hips, then your belly, trailing his lips up your soft skin.

“Honey..I—“ he sucks at your nipple making you sigh. He continues his confession.

“I have dreams where you're mine..and we don’t have to hide this..” he’s making your heart hurt, but his slow needy hands soothe the ache and send it to your core. You spread your legs and let him lay between them. He kisses up onto your neck and your breath drags heavy next to his ear as he presses his hips to yours. His cock nudges at your entrance then slides up along your folds, bumping your clit, making you whimper. He takes your face in his hands and the yearning in his eyes stops your heart from beating.

“I want you all to myself, Y/N..I can’t help it..”

He kisses you. You swoon and caress his neck. Then his cock pushes into your tight cunt and you moan into his mouth.

He rocks against you, slowly sinking in inch by inch until you’re full of him. He breaks the kiss and you both groan as he bottoms out and holds himself inside you.

Your hot skin feels like silk against his.

Your velvety walls hug him so perfectly.

He wants to stay here forever.

“Yuuji..I want you too..but I—“ he kisses you again. He drops his weight down on you as he begins to thrust slowly inside you. He cradles your head and whispers in your ear.

“Does he make you happy?” You let out a whimper, too afraid of the answer. His steady movements drag his cock in and out of your slippery cunt. He sucks on your neck sending chills vibrating down your body. You’ve never felt so much passion.

“Does he make love to you like this?” You don’t need to speak, your moans tell him the truth. His pelvis grinds pressure against your clit and you roll your head back, dropping your jaw to release more gorgeous sounds. You hug him tight. He’s buried so deep inside you, spreading you wide with his pulsing cock. Tears prick your eyes at the sheer pleasure of his weight and warmth wrapped around you.

You feel treasured, wanted, needed by him. It’s all too much.

“He doesn’t deserve you..” his thrusts become stronger, evidence of his frustration with the man you call your husband.

Yuuji knows he can treat you better, he can make you happier.

“He could never love you like I do..”

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(death & texas - daniel caesar)

Yuuji has always known.

This was never just a crush.

Crushes are fleeting. They burn white-hot and eat you up, but quickly exhaust their fuel and fizzle into nothing.

This was never a crush.

His feelings for you have been smoldering like glowing coals at the bottom of his heart for years, ever since he met you that day at school.

But he was so young, and you were untouchable.

Those feelings may have been covered in ashes over time, invisible from the outside, but he could always feel the heat.

He dated a few girls in high school and got loads of attention his first year in college, being the sweet handsome guy that he is. But no one ever set him on fire, not like you did that first day by the pool.

He can’t put it out. He’s burning all the time for you.

He doesn't know what he's gonna do if you don't feel the same way.

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You're trying not to lose it. The mixture of hot sex and his blunt confession is making it so hard to think straight.

What are you supposed to say? You can barely speak with the way he's splitting you apart like this.

"Ohh..Yuuji..baby-please.." you pant and moan as he thrusts into you. He nips along your jaw and down your neck. Your sweat melts together with his and you slide against each other.

"I know you feel it too..please don't deny it.." he sounds so sincere, tears well up in your eyes, he rolls his hips and kisses you again.

Your heart twists. Your body tenses. You know it's true.

You do. You love this boy.

Your world crumbles and you drown in the overwhelming emotions.

“Yuuji-Yuuji..cumming—‘m cum-cumming! I’m cumming! Uhh please!” He lays into you with everything he has and you tumble from the peak of your climax, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you, clawing at his neck and shoulders, crying out for him.

Your desperation sends him over the edge as well and he digs into you, filling you with his cum, driving it up inside you like he wants you pregnant. His forceful moans only make your cunt clench tighter around him. You can't catch your breath.

(messages from her - sabrina claudio)

He collapses, heaving breaths against your neck.

You burst into tears. He tries to lift off you, but you're holding him so tightly.

What are you gonna do...

You love him...

But you can't be with him..it's just not possible..

Your soft whimpering cries shatter Yuuji's heart into a million pieces. You don't have to explain, he knows what they're for. He just holds you, stroking your skin. You hiccup and nuzzle into his shoulder, calming yourself enough to speak.

"I love you.."

The whispered words are a blessing coming from your lips...

"but..I-"

"I know.."

"Yuuji.." the tears keep rolling down your cheeks.

This hurts so much. Why does it have to hurt so much?

He brushes the tears from your face and looks into your eyes.

He smiles through the pain because he finally knows you love him too.

"Y/N..I know I can't have you..but I'm always gonna love you.."

You sniffle and kiss him, still clutching him like he might disappear at any moment.

"I still want to try.."

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Would you do a hanji x reader where the reader has come back after being missing beyond the walls and it’s all sub loud hanji or not dw if not xx

Oh, I love this ~ 🔥

Return to me...

GN reader X Hanji

Warnings: 18+ - slight angst- smut - fluff

Hanji's eyes opened slowly; her head against the desk where she'd, once again, crashed and burned into an exhausted slumber.

Her body ached and her limbs were heavy. But she didn't move. She kept her head stationed on the surface of the wood, no doubt having the scattered papers beneath stuck to her skin. She didn't want to move. Her flame had been totally extinguished. She tried to lie to herself and say it was because she was so tired.

But she knew.

Her body ached and her mind was hazy because she was hurting. Hurting because you hadn't returned from your mission and were officially declared missing.

She'd been in the Titan slaying business long enough now to know that "missing" just meant you're in a stomach. Maybe a limb here and there, if you were lucky enough to die between its teeth before being swallowed.

She was harsh on herself.

How dare she feel so defeated from this after everything she'd been through, after all she had already lost. Why was she so broken because one friend didn't return to her hopeful arms?

But you hadn't just been a friend. You were her lover.

With her view still horizontal, her beautiful chestnut eyes flickered over to the candle that was a little closer to her head than she liked.

Still, she didn't move.

Judging from the melting wax she'd been asleep for four hours, rendering it around 3am. The thought of another long night of swirling thoughts of despair made her eyes begin to water as if someone had just kicked her in the stomach. Hell, she'd rather have Levi kneeing her in the face over and over than feel this spiralling desperation she was becoming all too familiar with.

It was bitterly cruel that no one had noticed something was terribly a miss. Hanji often sealed herself away for days on end and neglecting to take care of herself. So the slim chance of her admitting she needed support was snuffed out entirely.

There was only one person who knew she was hurting and that was -

"Section Commander!"

She bolted up right as the door slammed open, confirming her worry that her papers were stuck to her face, probably smearing the ink.

"You're not going to believe this!" He barked loudly, his face serious and his hand clanched as adrenaline coursed through his veins. "Y/N's squad has returned!"

"...What?" She whispered, the papers floating down from her skin.

Her body was present in the room while you filed your reports of what happened out there, but her mind and heart were still adamant this was a dream.

You were unhamed. Alive. Breathing.

Levi, Erwin, Miche, Nanaba... The room was full but she only saw you.

"We were stuck in an abandoned building and were surrounded." You explained after you'd been checked over medically, fed and washed.

"We knew if we waited until after the sun sets we could move out. But thanks to Hanji's research, we knew that it would vary on the Titan how long it would take for them to become totally docile."

You flash her a gorgeous smile, your eyes filled with appreciation and longing. You hadn't really had time to become reunited just yet.

Dazed, Hanji returned to her office. You still had a lot to do and she was just glad you were still here on this cruel planet with her.

She began tidying the papers that were scattered all across the desk when her door opened - then shut again.

"I'm busy." She muttered not having the emotional strength to see anyone right now.

"Hanji..." Your smooth voice echos over to her.

Her eyes widen and she spins around, her heart beating doubletime.

Without a word, you strutted over to her, pulling your cloak to the floor with one swift movement, crashing your lips against hers.

A whimper left her lungs as she instantly crumbled at your touch, not just her body yearning for you, but her soul.

You didn't know if it was the second wave of life you've just experienced, the fact you had missed her or what - but you were starving for her.

You grab a fistful of her hair and firmly pull her head back, giving you access to her neck. You inhaled deeply as you devour her neck with your lips. God you missed her scent.

Her breathing rate was already hightened as your free hand relentlessly ran up and down her beautiful shape and onto her petite breast. Your hand then slithers in between a gap where you pull, ripping off her shirt resulting in buttons flying everywhere, clinking off the floor.

"Y/N..." She gasped, still not sure if this was a dream.

"Shh..." You soothe with a coy smile as you unhook her bra. "I'm here now, baby..."

A moan escapes her as you plant your mouth around her breast; sucking, flicking, biting, tasting...

You quickly become more urgent, having possibly had the chance to do this again snuffed out.

"Let me see that pretty mouth around me .." you pant, unzipping your trousers.

She instantly and happily obeyed, her head between your legs as she puts your most intimate area directly into her mouth and begins to work you.

You groan. "There's a good girl... God I missed fucking you."

You glance down, noticing tears streamed down her face from happiness and relief you were here with her once again. It was tragically beautiful. Her lashes fluttered as she went faster more than happy to relish this moment with you.

You grip her hair and buck your hips, her tongue had always been a wonder.

"Fuck, Hanji..." You breathe, your face warming. "You're such a good girl..."

Deciding you'd had enough you pick her up with ease and sit her onto the desk, pulling her trousers off along with her underwear.

You relish at the sight of her naked before you, her gorgeous pussy already gleaming with arousal, splayed on the surface for you like a freshly prepared meal.

Her face was reddening as she became desperate for your touch as you watched her, slowly stroking yourself.

"P-please, Y/N... Take me." She begged in a breathy whisper.

More than happy to oblige you dig your fingers into her thighs as you take your warm tongue and run it up her slit, her taste almost intoxicating.

She instantly let out a loud cry, one that was music to your ears and that you had missed. She had such a sensitive cunt and you knew all the right places to touch.

Her hands grabbed your hair as you lightly circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, painfully slowly. She clasped her thighs shut, trapping your head and she bucked her hips, whimpering loudly.

"So needy..." You smirk.

You spread her lips open with your fingers and you see her tight insides flexing, trying to grab onto any part of you it could.

She was already glistening with sweat.

"Oh princess. I'm just getting started." You frown before you plunge your two fingers inside of her, curling them and rocking her back and forth, her clit resubmerged in your mouth.

"Ah ~ !" She cried out loudly, her fingertips digging into your head. "Ah ~ ahh!"

Her face is totally flushed red. You liked to compare it to when she gets excited by Titans. The way her face goes crimson and her eyes widen and her breath staggers... That's exactly how she is now.

You vary the pressure in your fingers, her cries of passion echoing loudly around the room. Her vocals were desperate, hungry yet pleading all at the same time.

"That's right..." You groan into her. "Let everyone know who's back."

The authority in your voice hurled her right off the edge. She begins to writhe under your mercy.

"Y/N! I'm going... to..." Her thighs begin to quiver. "Please don't... Stop!"

Her head throws back, her eyes in the back of her head her gorgeous tits bouncing with each thrust of your arm. Her insides pull you in deeper and deeper, the loud squelching sounds like music to your ears as shes lost in her golden moment.

You hiss as small spurts of liquid shoot down your forearm, slowing to a stop and tasting your fingers as she floats back down to earth.

Without letting her recover, you slide your tongue down her throat letting her taste herself from you and you immediately return to circling her overstimulated clit.

She pulls at her hair, writhing, a total mess as white hot pleasure surges through her.

"That's it... Keep it going..." You coax her with encouragement. "Tell me who makes you feel good..."

"Ah! Y/N! Yes! Yes! Oh GOD, YES!" she sobs loudly. "Don't ever. .. stop!"

Your fingers return to her insides, her glistening body squirming beneath you as she cries out profanities; snaking her body around on the desk, back arching.

"You're a mess." You comment. "My mess."

"All... Yours...! P-please! Y/N!" She pleads with you as she's pushed through the delicious discomfort of over stimulation into another orgasm.

Her cry goes higher and higher in pitch as she cums again, until it's inaudible to human ears, her tongue lulls out of her mouth as more gushing liquid spurts down your arm.

"Good. Cum for me." You demand within your panting.

She's feral and spent at the same time after she's finished, pulling you down over her and kissing you deeply.

"I need you. Please, Y/N." Her gorgeous chocolate eyes are heavy lidded as you line up your sex with hers, waves of heat rolling out of her, engulfing you.

You thrust harshly, your desires now burning too brightly to take your time, grabbing her hips as the friction between you is slick with her cum.

Her groans are deeper now, unable to even lift her head as she just lets you carry her back into ecstasy with your movements.

Your primal desires are stripped bare, grabbing her head and hunching your back thrusting deeply and quickly, grunts passing your mouth. You needed to cum.

Your ears are stuffed with her loud cries, her nails clawing at your back greedily, pulling you as close as possible as you feel yourself losing it and edging into your own piece of heaven.

"Fuck!" You bark as you're taken away; her screams beneath you becoming muffled as you both swirl in the heavens together.

Collapsing onto her panting, she quakes and tremors under your body while you pepper her wet skin with kisses.

"I've missed you..." She whispers half dazed.

Two floors above Captain Levi is lying on his bed, eyes wide in almost horror.

No fuckin' wonder I can't get any sleep around here...

I hope you enjoyed this. My computer is still being fixed so it had to be done on my phone, hope it wasn't too terrible.

Gosh, Hanji is hot. 💦🔥

The Exhibition

Summary: August has an eye for art, and he wants everyone, especially you, to know.

Word Count: 1,040

Warnings: Exhibitionism, D/s dynamics, Thigh riding

A/N: Yep, we’re getting filthy again. As always, please read the warnings. Inspired by the ensuing conversation when I decided to attack @hope-to-hell with more kink. Unbeta’d, unedited.

It’s just a small gathering.

Just a few drinks.

Only a few hours.

You can do this for me darling, can’t you?

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The room is warm. The lighting tasteful. Classical music spilling quietly over murmured conversations.

August was never one to skimp on the fineries.

The artworks displayed around the room are of exceptional quality, the eyes gracing them appreciative. Discerning.

Champagne bubbles drift languidly up the side of their glass flutes to be sipped during the silences.

A charismatic and gracious host, August takes his time, well-polished shoes moving in the direction of each guest with a predatory grace that only you recognize as such. The quiet, firm baritone of his voice drifts in your direction occasionally, causing minute shivers to move across your skin.

Your eyes remain fixed upon him, despite the many eyes begging for yours to greet them. The soft pillow of your lips stay gently closed, muted to the world. There is only one for whom you would speak, and that, only when you have completed your task.

His icy blue eyes scanning the patrons fall upon the one closest to you, a small, lethal smirk gracing his bewhiskered lips. As he draws near, those eyes drift in your direction as he begins to speak.

“Exquisite, yes?”

A quiet hum of concurrence can be heard to your right. “Quite the centerpiece.”

“The grace in the composure, the perfect curves and lines.”

A nod of assent barely visible in your periphery.

“Tell me, have you ever seen such beauty as the way the light plays off the color of the irises?”

Another guest drifting over, casual and solemn in their appraisal of the sight in front of them. “Diamonds, August?”

The gems waver with the rise and fall of your chest, your only movement under their scrutiny. The necklace feels weighty, even as the rest of your nude form feels as though it might float away under the intense dissemination of his gaze.

“They contrast so nicely don’t they? The play of color reflected against the skin. The uncompromising texture against the softness.”

To guest after guest does he describe the art of your form, the beauty and grace that his vision drinks in. His appraisal so thorough, so intense, that the gathered wetness of your core begins a languid journey down your inner thigh. And all the while you remain still but for the gentle heave of your lungs.

“The curve of the jaw is of particular note to me. Never have I found such distraction in detail. The way it draws the eye down the neck. Almost makes you want to touch. Almost.”

Blissful torture, having him note, elementally, the precise features of your beauty. A study, impersonal to the observing crowd, a mere commentary of a live statue, but not to you. His eyes are pools of dark desire, but they are his only tell.

As the evening draws to a close, your desire for him is burning within you. But you wait.

A lesson in pure discipline of the body, the mind. A deep, soulful urge to see his pleasure in your ability to withstand the waiting, the tension, without breaking.

As the door closes upon the last guest, your heart speeds to a drumbeat within your chest. Quiet footsteps fall on the path to the spot where you stand on display. The final moments of this exquisite, erotic test of your will are blooming.

You keep your body still, despite the anticipation thrumming through your veins. His large frame pressing in close, but not touching, not yet.

“You were perfect, Pet.” And the words whisper over your skin, his fingertips brushing the air above your arms.

“You were so beautiful, and patient.” The barest ghosting of fingers grace the curve of your jaw, that of which he made his appreciation so well known.

“Did you listen when I spoke of your qualities?” And his lips are hovering over your own, his breath fanning across the plump skin, and if you were to tilt your head just so, they would graze together.

His fingers trail their almost-contact down your abdomen, across your thighs.

“How shall I reward you?”

And it’s an exhalation of breath, “Just touch me, please. I need to feel you.”

The final show of your obedience, the demonstration that you have listened all those nights when he uttered Use your words, Pet. It’s the dissolution of his only insecurity, that reassurance that you know to speak up when you need. That you were as desirous of this exhibition as he.

And he utters a growled, “Good girl” and it’s desirous and it’s needy, and then his mouth is devouring yours with passion. His hands come to you heavily, touching and caressing every inch of skin that he spent his evening stoically admiring.

He’s hitching your legs around his hips, with intent to carry you away to the bedroom. But you’re both too far gone in the desire built up from the teasing and the yearning created by the invisible wall of observation.

So he’s pressing you bodily against the wall, his groin against yours as your lips and tongues make up for lost hours. He tastes of champagne and sin and the heady mix is causing you to lose yourself in the tempestuous need for closeness.

And he senses this, sliding you down and pressing a thigh between your legs, the warm wetness of your core staining his trousers. The hitch of your hips has him pressing you down, encouraging you to take what you need.

“Yes, Pet. Right here. I want you to make yourself come for me.” And with his broad frame pressing you to the architecture, you do just that. Undulations of your hips bring you to the brink, and he’s merely supporting, watching with eyes that drink in every delicious movement. A cry and a gasp and you’re left trembling, grinding out the final waves of euphoria against his broad thigh.

“And that, my darling, is one more color of the indelible ink of your beauty.”

And when he carries you the rest of the way to the room, you determine yourself to show him just what a work of art he is himself.

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Jan 26, 2021

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sweet dreams [ushijima wakatoshi x reader]

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader

genre: smut (18+) and fluff

warning(s): explicit sexual content, cockwarming, somnophilia (as in he slides in while you’re sleepin but consent was already given in this instance), slight praise kink, penetrative sex, swearing, brief mentions of a daddy kink (are we even surprised by this anymore??)

word count: 2.4k

overview: ushijima’s thoughts about you keep him awake long enough to hear tidbits of your sweet dreams about him.

From where he lies on his back, drifting between sleep and consciousness, Ushijima lets out a deep sigh of discontentment and turns his head towards your form beneath the covers beside him. In the gentle glow from the streetlights seeping in around the curtains, he can somewhat see the outline of your body, the covers rising and falling around your midriff as you breathe gently and peacefully. The bare skin of your shoulders peering out from beneath the comforter catches his attention, and he instinctively pulls the sheets up closer to your neck to protect you from the chill in the air.

It’s a rare occasion when he can’t sleep. Usually, he’s quick to fall into a deep slumber after a long and arduous day of practice, training, and any other responsibilities required of himself as well as the other Team Japan athletes. He thought tonight would be another restful night, given the activities he’d gotten up to today—and having you put a pleasant end to his week by dragging him into bed for a few rounds of passionate sex to make up for the time you’d spent apart.

But, in spite of having his craving for you satiated earlier, he still can’t get you off his mind.

He can’t stop imagining the feeling of your warm, soft skin beneath his hands as he runs them along every inch of your body, or the way his fingers sink into it when he presses them against your hips and rear. He can’t get the beautiful tune of your mewls out of his head, especially not when you say his name so sweetly and with such yearning, letting him know that he’s all you want and everything you need. And he most certainly can’t push aside the sensation of the warm, inviting wetness of your core on his cock as your walls clench around him so tightly, so lovingly, that it’s as if you never want him to leave.

A low groan rumbles in his chest, and he moves his hand beneath the covers to grip the erection that’s formed at just the sheer thought of you. Oh, how much he wants to be buried in that sweet pussy of yours that always takes him so well and is always so receptive to him; but he doesn’t want to wake you. He’s not the only one who’s had a tiresome week, and he knows you need to rest well, just as he does.

However, as the thought of jerking himself off to the images of you he has permanently etched into his brain crosses his mind, so does a memory of a recent conversation the two of you had about a week or two ago that has his heart pounding against his ribcage. At the time, he’d been struggling to clear his mind enough of all the stressors affecting him to sleep peacefully, and your awareness of his restlessness had led you to suggest a possible solution.

“You can… you can use me if you need to, baby. I-I want you to. It’s okay if I’m asleep. I want you to be able to relax.”

Though some time had passed since you’d made this offer to him, he’d never taken you up on it. The thought was enticing—and he understood that you’d given him consent beforehand—but the worry of waking you up kept him from acting on his desires each time he found himself awake at odd hours of the night. While he watches you sleep peacefully, trying to decide if he should accept your invitation or head to the bathroom instead, a sudden realization strikes him.

All this time, he’d been thinking that you were offering the option to him for his satisfaction and peace of mind, but it had never occurred to him that you might actually want him to do it for your own pleasure—even though you’d stated that you’d wanted him to try it. Now, with this idea in mind, your figure seems to act as a magnet that draws him closer to you.

Carefully, he moves his body into the cold space between you and props himself up on his elbow so he can lean over you and take in as much of your sleeping form as he can see in the soft light. He admires everything about you, from the way your messy strands of hair splay out over the pillow to the way your fingers twitch softly where they rest beside your face. Many times before has he witnessed the serene sight of you in a deep slumber, but never before has it been this challenging for him to keep his hands off of you. So, he allows his palm to come to rest atop your shoulder, exposing a bit more of your tender skin to him while it runs down the length of your arm.

As his hand travels further, making its way along your torso and down to your hip, he brings his face to your neck so he can litter it with gentle kisses. His dick throbs impatiently at the familiar sensation of the body of yours he knows so well beneath his fingertips once more, and he has to keep himself from rutting into the supple skin of your thighs where they rest gently atop one another beneath the sheets. Just as his fingers dare to wander in between your legs, mere inches away from your warm core, he hears a sound that makes him stop in his tracks.

“Mm,” you breathe softly, “’Toshi…” Moments after the soft moan leaves your slightly parted lips, he feels your muscles shudder as you wriggle your hips and readjust your leg, so it’s thrown further across the bed in the direction you’re facing. For a second, he wonders if you’re awake, but your eyelids don’t flutter, and your body doesn’t shift again. But you do treat him to another whisper of his name. “’Toshi…”

You’re just too irresistible to him, beckoning him even in your sleep. Knowing that you’re thinking about him as you dream and feeling just how wet you are when he drags his fingers along your slit has him feeling desperate. He wants to be inside of you, giving you the pleasure he can imagine you’re chasing subconsciously. With a shuddering breath, he aligns the head of his leaking cock at your entrance, placing his hand on your hip so he can guide your sleeping form onto it as he pushes inside of you.

In spite of his eagerness, he’s slow and gentle with the process so he doesn’t hurt you or rouse you from your rest. A soft grunt spills onto your neck when he bottoms out, fully sheathing himself in your familiar warmth. The comfort he feels is almost instant, as if every nagging thought gets shut out from his mind by some, invisible force. All he can focus on is keeping you close to him and basking in the pleasure he always derives from having your body against his.

The small sigh of contentment that leaves your mouth matches that he breathes into your shoulder when he nestles his face in the crook of your neck. His entire body relaxes against yours and the bed, and it’s not long before his eyelashes flutter shut, grazing your skin in the process.

There’s a few, long minutes of quietude and peace until you murmur, “Please,” again in your sleep before releasing another drawn-out moan. Whether it’s intentional or not he’s unsure, but your hips grind against his in lazy, uncoordinated movements. Since he’s not intent on having sex with you while you’re asleep, he uses a firm but gentle grip to still your actions even though they feel divine. He doesn’t want to get too worked up and awaken you, which is already hard enough with the way your walls pulse around him—fully aware of his presence inside of you even though you aren’t quite yet.

A low hum echoes in his throat when his name leaves your lips once more. He wonders what dreams you’re having about him. What he’s doing to you. What you’re feeling. What you want to feel. You were soaked before he’d even touched you, so you must’ve been imagining some lewd fantasies—maybe those you haven’t even told him about yet. But whatever it is that you’re imagining with him, it has you fairly worked up.

“Wakatoshi.” His moniker escapes you in a whine, and he lifts his head when he feels the muscles in your neck twitch slightly. To both his surprise and delight, he finds that your eyelashes have parted so you can watch him with a half-lidded gaze, (e/c) eyes clouded over with lust. “Want you again…” you whimper, voice no louder than a nearly inaudible breath, “Please, baby.”

Your request has his cock throbbing against your walls with anticipation, and he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face as he asks, “You sure?”

Reaching up to take the hand skimming along your cheek in yours, you nod. “Right here… like this.” He’s seen you in moments of desperation many times before, but the way you look now—still groggy and disoriented from being asleep yet so needy that you’re breathless already—awakens a different side of him. A side that’s not rough or wanting to ravish you until your body’s littered with love bites and heaving from exertion; rather, a side that wants to treat you as if you’re the most precious yet delicate flower that he’s ever seen. He can’t resist you, and he doesn’t want to anyway.

So, with a touch more tender than usual, one of his hands finds your sternum, tracing along the swell of your breasts, while his other moves to your waist to hold your back flush against his chest. This gentle action pushes the head of his cock against your cervix, eliciting a gentle mewl from you. “Always take me so well, baby girl,” he praises, placing more kisses against your neck, “Always feel so good.”

Your core is both strained and hypersensitive from your previous rounds born out of a more animalistic desire for one another, but any soreness you feel quickly melts into pleasure with his slow, controlled strokes. Another small cry echoes from your mouth at feeling his fingers travel down to your clit so his long, middle digit can stroke it gently. “Ah!” you moan, hips bucking against his touch, “Right there... mm.”

“That feel good?” he asks, his voice straining as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. The soft hum of approval that leaves your mouth is nearly caught up in the sounds of the sheets shifting along your skin and the gentle creaks of the mattress’s springs. “Fuck, baby; love being inside you.” Your walls squeezing him affectionately in response to his loving words has him groaning into your neck again before dragging his lips over it in open-mouthed kisses.

For a few moments, neither of you speak—both too caught up in being connected so intimately once more and too exhausted to form coherent words. Instead, you simply lose yourselves in how your bodies mold together so perfectly, from the way his hand ensconces yours when he reaches around to hold onto it to the way you accommodate every inch of him so well. Despite being turned away from him, you still feel just as close—if not closer—to him as you do when you’re gazing into each other’s eyes while he plunges inside of you.

Eventually, with one of his hands wrapped tightly around yours while the other remains between your legs, only moving away to knead your soft breasts as he thrusts into you with long, firm strokes, you find yourself at the edge of yet another orgasm. You vocalize your desire by allowing the words, “Daddy, please! Wanna cum,” to fall off your tongue in feverish pants. The low groan of satisfaction that sends tingles along your skin has you feeling unbearably hot and bothered. Every muscle in your body feels tense as you dangle on the edge of your release, but you know Ushijima’s intent on getting you there.

“Yeah?” is his husky response as he snaps his hips against yours with enough force and speed to shake the bed, “Daddy’s always gonna take care of his good girl.” The head of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot while his fingers trace tight circles around your clit sends your mind into a haze, and all you can do is babble incoherently about how badly you need him. “Gonna make you cum so hard, baby.”

You know damn well that Ushijima has never been one to break his promises, and now certainly isn’t an exception. In an instant, warmth is spreading across your body like a wildfire, bringing with it waves of euphoria as he pushes you over the edge of your orgasm. Spots fill your vision when you screw your eyes shut and moan unabashedly while your hips thrash against his cock and fingers. The mesmerizing sensation of your pussy spasming around him has his hold on you tightening as he drives into you at a maddening speed until he’s releasing inside of you with hot spurts of his seed. More praises fall upon your ears as he fucks you through your high, wanting to be inside of you and hear your sounds of pleasure for as long as he can.

With heavy breaths, you sink into the bed after he pulls out of you and does the same. Drowsiness is quickly taking hold of you, sending your eyelids are fluttering shut once more mere seconds later while you recover from your high. Ushijima notices how spent you are and presses an appreciative kiss against your temple. You use the last of your energy to turn and face him so you can meet his lips with yours instead. “I love you, Wakatoshi,” you murmur softly, not even bothering to fully break the kiss before you speak, “Love you so much.”

His strong arms wrap around your weary body, pulling you closer to him so you can lazily drape an arm and leg around him as your head comes to rest on his chest. “I love you too, (f/n),” he whispers breathily, planting another kiss against the crown of your head. Once he’s pulled the covers up over your slightly sweaty bodies to keep you warm through the night, he allows his eyes to close so he can settle down to sleep before he continues, “More than anything else.”

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Honey, I [F**in] Love You

Lucifer x MC

Summary: Gentle rain, coffee cups, and delicate kisses. When the curtain of pride falls, the true feelings of passionate love come forth.

Yes this is self-indulgent and yes I'm yearning for soft neck kisses. This is a desperate cry for this kind of affection at this point, LMAO. 😶☕

Anyway, enjoy! 😗😗😗💐

The lights around the room generated a warmth that couldn't be felt on the human skin. The fireplace steadily ate the wood that laid in its hearth. Rain struck the window as it slide down the glass and presumably down the walls outside. Floating in the air was the smell of coffee and apples; the scent of rain managed to seep its way into the room. As much as Lucifer wanted to get this paperwork done fast and go to bed, he also didn't want to finish. That would mean you leaving his presence, ending the quiet moment you both share and back into the frenzy of his brothers childishly fighting for your attention.

Sometimes, whenever he was sure you weren't looking, he would glance over at you. During those times, you would be focused on the work infront of you, brows knitted together in comcentration. Other times you would be at a bookself, looking for a certain dictionary or putting one back. He always stopped writing then, momentarily pausing to look at you doing the most mundane things. He forces himself to look away and focus back on the paperwork, face betraying him as he turns a slight shade of red. Only once had you caught him looking at you.

"Oh. Did you need something from the shelf? I can get whatever book you need." You stated, sliding the books back in place before getting a new one.

Lucifer coughed. "No, I was wondering if you could make a new batch of coffee. And maybe someting to snack on."

"Oh, sure. I don't mind." You set the book down on your own desk before grabbing your guys' mugs and headed to the kitchen. The door closed just as Lucifer groaned and buried his head in his hands. How can he be so careless? If you inquired further, he would've had to make up lies on the spot. Not that it would be difficult for him, but recently he keeps finding himself unable to make complete sentences around you. It wouldn't take an idiot much less the eldest himself to figure out he was in love with you. He wasn't sure how to make it clear he liked you or when he should make his move. 'Love' was something Lucifer thought had died out the moment he became too busy for any social interaction that wasn't related to Diavolo, or his brothers. The eldest didn't stop loving his brothers; he just wound up too busy to make seperate times for them to show that he still cares.

You always, without fail, helped Lucifer whenever his stack of papers seemed to pile higher than Cerberus. He was grateful for your help and made it known he did, but he secretly longed for a deeper meaning beneath it. A meaning that lied below the cover of having pity for Lucifer's neverending workpile. Then again, what would he truly know about this subject? He wasn't as much of a hopeless romantic as Satan was.

He looked over to your makeshift workspace, seeing the amount you had completed and what you currently were working on. He always wanted alone time with you, and here you both were. Inside H.O.L.'s library, rushing to complete as much work as possible with the clock nearing 1 A.M. Lucifer closed his eyes and sat there, taking the atmosphere in.

Gradually, the door opened to reveal you holding both mugs of coffee with small box of poison apple snaps. He moved to help you, taking one mug and setting the box on the desk. Lucifer muttered a 'thank you' as he sat down again, stretching in his seat. Small wisps of steam rose from the mugs, filling the room again with the delicious smell of coffee. A short nod from you and off you two went again; the scratches of pen against paper and wood filled the air.

Time came and went again before Lucifer wrote his signature on the final paper he had. He felt pleased, seeing the time lean little by little towards 3 A.M. He looked at you to find you asleep, forehead against the desk. He took the most work from the pile than you, but it surprised him to find you asleep. Is your back okay? That position doesn't look comfortable. Would there be strain on your neck if you slept like for a long period of time?

Speaking of neck.... your whole neck was exposed right now. Lucifer knew he shouldn't, especially if it woke you up, but he couldn't help placing a tender kiss against the nape of your neck. He backed away and looked for signs of movement. Other than your breathing, you were still. It was just you two in the library, yet he still looked around before putting two more kisses at the sides of your neck. You still didn't move, making Lucifer sigh in relief. He manuevered you to where he was now carrying you in his arms back to your room. He would've gone to his but, knowing Mammon, would flip if he learned you slept in Lucifer's room.

Once in your room, he pulled the covers back and put you on the bed. He took off your shoes and moved the blankets to be over you. Like before, your neck was exposed. Indulging in oneself wouldn't hurt every now and then, no? His brothers do it all the time, practically every day, so just this once wouldn't hurt anybody. Lucifer gingerly kissed the sides of your neck again and then paused. His mind was screaming at him now to leave in case you woke up but at tis moment, Lucifer didn't care right now. He loves you, and he wants you to know that. His pride is mainly a curse in disguise as a small blessing. Whenever that curtain falls, he feels so free, able to do what he wants and express himself to the fullest.

Lucifer took a deep breathe, closed his eyes, and lovingly gave a kiss to your neck once more, just below your chin. He backed away, face looking at you with so much love. He wanted so badly to keep dotting your neck with kisses, but alas, all good things end at one point. The eldest silently walked to your door and opened, stepping into the hallway as light streamed into your room. He gave one last, longing look to you as he smiled faintly, heading back to his own.

Revelations

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+ older

Warnings: Language, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of bodily fluids, breeding kink, daddy kink (EZ as Daddy is a fucking mood btw)

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: A conversation about kids turns into a night of discovery and naughty confessions.

A/N: By popular demand, here is our resident soft boi fulfilling all our breeding/daddy needs and kinks. We mentioned EZ’s breeding kink in his NSFW Alphabet  and we wanted to gift you all with the man acting on it in the only way we know how...smut. Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated 💖💖

You snuggled closer into EZ’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in your ears. You were only somewhat interested in the reality show playing out on television. A woman recently gave birth to sextuplets, the struggles documented for all the world to see. It was mildly interesting, but your thoughts were centered on the man lying beneath you, his arm cuddling you into his side like he’d done so many times before. His body was hard and soft all at once, warming you from the inside out.

“This is crazy…” EZ said in awe, gesturing to the program still playing out on the screen. You laughed at the sound of four babies crying while a desperate father tried to quiet them, the mother occupied with feeding the other two. It was chaotic, to say the least.

The scene made you think back on the few occasions you and EZ had talked about the future. He’d alluded to settling down with you, making you his wife. And he’d spoken generally about wanting to be a father. It was no secret that you both saw each other in your lives, raising a family together. It was the ultimate dream and you couldn’t wait to experience it all with him.

“How many kids do you want?” You asked against the firm planes of his chest, your fingertips sliding easily over the hard ridges of his abs as you spoke.

“As many as you’ll give me.” He replied, the smile in his voice apparent.

You paused for a moment, caught off guard by his ability to be both adorably sweet and undeniably sexy. He did that a lot. He may be a hard-looking, one-time felon, but EZ was all warmth and softness on the inside. He often played into his duality, melting your panties and heart. He knew how to work you, how to make you a prisoner to him. And this moment was no different. His words sent your body into a frenzy of desire.

You turned your head to look up at him, meeting his tender gaze. His lips pulled into a smile that made the blood rush to your pelvis. You pulled yourself up and threw a leg over his lap, straddling him. He welcomed your new position, hands already grasping at your hips through the oversized shirt your wore to bed. A flood of lust coursed openly through your veins, the need to have him inside you now overwhelming and unavoidable.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll give you as many as you want.” You murmured against his lips, rocking your hips against his. You could feel him start to harden beneath you, your walls already anticipating his entrance.

As much as he liked to think he could openly manipulate you with his boyish charms, you also held a power over him. You knew just what to say and how to say it to get him needy and feral. An unhinged EZ was one of your favorite sights. And you could feel just how much of an effect you were having on him. The product of his flirting now coming back on him tenfold.

“Really?” He chuckled, his fingers digging into your flesh as you moved above him. He was getting more aroused by the second, your insistent motions forcing his body to surrender.

“Mmm…” You hummed, nodding as you trailed your lips over his neck, feeling him shudder. “I’ll let you fill me up with babies.”

His hips jutted up against you, pulling a moan from both of you. Your words had their desired effect, his cock now alive and pulsing beneath you.

“Shit, querida…” He breathed as you nibbled at his ear lobe, your clothed pussy rubbing against him in desperation.

You could feel the fabric of your panties starting to fill with need, responding to the firmness beneath you. His sweats added to the friction, your clit now swollen and throbbing. Your nails dug into the muscle of his pectorals as you chased the tingles of pleasure, your body now consumed with the need to have him embedded deep inside you.

“EZ…” You breathed, his name a plea that signaled just how badly you ached for him.

He seemed to jolt alive at the lilt in your voice, recognizing the yearning. His lips attached to yours, his hands finding their way under your shirt. The calloused touch of his hands against your flesh made you shiver, feeling him hover over your heated core. His hips thrust up and rutted, feeling the dampness that had settled there. You gasped at the movement, your nails scraping against his scalp in blind passion.

“Baby, I need to be inside you…” EZ confessed against your throat with an almost pained groan, his fingers already pulling your panties to the side. “You ready?”

His fingertip dipped beneath your swollen lips, though the action was unnecessary. The slick that coated your body and his was evidence of just how ready you were. Your walls were pulsing in time with your own rapid heartbeat, prepping for the entrance of your lover.

“Yes, yes…” You chanted as you shifted his sweats down, letting the thick muscle meet the electric air. His cock was throbbing with desire, the head already leaking with his cum. You bit your lip at the sight, your pussy clamping around air.

EZ pushed your shirt up and over your head, his arms surrounding you as he pressed your naked flesh to his. You shifted your panties off, eager to feel all of him at once without a barrier. Your hips rocked against his cock, coating him in your essence. The flesh between you both was slick, propelling both of you further into manic passion. His fingertips dug into your ass in a dueling act of mercy and desperation while his lips sucked and nibbled along your breasts, finding a nipple and lavishing it with attention. He sucked harshly, but his tongue danced delicately around your nipple. Another show of the juxtaposition that was EZ Reyes.

“Fuck, baby…” You encouraged, head thrown back as you edged his tip into your walls. He filled you to capacity, the slight burn of your stretching walls a welcomed sensation. You moved slowly as you sheathed him with your willing body, moving until your pelvis met his. You could feel every ridge, every vein as it throbbed against your velvet walls. He was deep, no doubt touching your womb. You felt a small spasm ravish you at the thought of him emptying his cum inside your depths and breeding you. The notion was almost too much.

“You gotta move.” EZ gritted out with a clenched jaw, feeling your walls ricochet deliciously off his cock. His hands gripped your ass, aiding your movements as you began to ride him. His pelvis brushed your clit on each stroke, forcing your hold on his cock to tighten. You clutched onto his shoulders, letting your lower half move in rapid motions.

The sound of your body swallowing him eclipsed the television that now sat ignored. His hips began to meet yours, his arousal taking control as he took what he wanted. You cried out as he continuously hit your cervix, his feet now planted on the bed so he could gain better traction. He was grunting, harsh breaths and curses leaving his pouted lips as he impaled you on himself over and over again. You dug your nails into the flesh of his thighs. He hissed at the action and retaliated with a harsh thrust up, eliciting a whimper from you. Your back twisted in an almost painful arch as the lightning bolts of ecstasy now remained a constant, forcing your body to submit.

“EZ, I’m gonna cum, baby…” You moaned, holding onto him as he pushed up into you with wild fervor.

Your orgasm overpowered you within seconds, your entire body tensing around him. You clenched your eyes closed as you floated into a cloud of absolute bliss. You could feel your pussy contracting around his cock, hear the grunts of approval as he struggled not to finish yet. The remnants of your release saturated him, pulling him further into your depths.

You cried out when he suddenly flipped you onto your back, barely giving you time to recover from your climax. You fisted the sheets as he fucked into you, his hips crushing you with powerful force. He maneuvered your legs around his waist, pressing you as close to him as you could possibly get. He was chasing his end and you were more than happy to help him reach it.

“Cum in me, baby…fill me up.” You whispered against his ear, his face buried into your neck as his hips moved. The muscles of his back tensed, a curse falling from his lips at your words.

“Shit…”

“You feel so good, EZ. I want you to fill me up…let me give you a baby.” The words poured from your mouth as if on impulse, the urge to have him impregnate you now all-consuming. “Let me make you a daddy.” You continued, relentless in your pursuit to have him leave his mark inside of you.

He responded in kind, the brute thrust of his hips sending you up the mattress.

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” He growled as his cock painted your womb, his hips stuttering with every push. You locked your legs around him, holding him and his cum inside of you as he rode the wave of intense pleasure.

His heavy body collapsed atop you, his chest beginning to slow as his breathing returned to normal. Your bodies were now slick with sweat and lethargic with satiation. You ran your hands in soothing patterns along his back, feeling him soften inside you. You could feel a trickle of cum make its way past your lips, the abundance of his seed a testament to the fierceness of his orgasm. Even with him soft inside you, the extreme sense of fullness never left you.

“Did you mean it?” His voice cut through the moment, his head still pressed to your neck. He sounded tired, the slight slur of his words letting you know he would be unconscious soon.

“What?” You asked, your fingertips dancing over his scalp in soothing circles.

“Wanting me to get you pregnant.” He rasped, raising himself back on to his arms to hover over you.

You met his gaze and nodded, a smile breaking out onto your lips. You tightened your legs around him once again, your chest constricting with love at the way he was staring at you.

“I wanna be barefoot and knocked up with your babies, Ezekiel.” You breathed against his mouth, feeling him twitch to life inside you.

He kissed you, locking you in an passionate embrace. You moved with him, hands roaming each other’s bodies. He shifted his hips, the head of his cock catching against your depths and making you moan.

“Call me Daddy again.” He insisted with a smirk, a perfect storm of love and lust swirling in his tawny eyes. Your giggles were the only sound that could be heard as he attacked your neck with sloppy kisses. 

He made his intentions clear as he fucked you throughout the night, always filling you with his seed, always making sure he was deep enough so that he never saw a drop of it pour out of your body. That night he became your Daddy. And in time, you’d make him a daddy.

Kiwi

Requested by @simonsbluee​: hi! can i request a Tommy Shelby story that’s based off the song Kiwi by Harry Styles? all good if you can’t :)

Pairing: Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lyrics, angst, swearing, indications to smut

Song: Kiwi by Harry Styles

Words: 1,216

Summary: (See Request?)

Note: I had no idea what on earth to do for this so my apologies and also, fun-fact, I thought I remembered what kiwi was until I listened to it when I started writing and then had to pause and check what song it was- 😅

Edit: After having a friend proof-read it for me and getting their “go-ahead” to post this, I’ve decided to listen to them rather than sit and cringe at myself so uh... Here ya goooo

Key: Bold + Italic = Lyrics | Italic = Memories and sometimes emphasis

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy​, @stydia-4-ever​, @peakyxtommy​, @cai-neki​, @simonsbluee​, @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @peakysputain​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @marquelapage​, @jenepleurepasbaby​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. And all the boys, they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

Anyone could spot her in the Garrison, even if they had no clue who she was. Her outer demeanor was intimidating, with or without her husband. Y/n Shelby was one of the most feared yet yearned for woman in Small Heath, side by side on the list with her aunt-in-law, Polly Gray. No one dared act a fool when she was around. Then of course, that depended on their definition of the cringe-eliciting behavior.

Men constantly tried their luck with her. Easy to spot, she sat at a table in the middle of the bar with a cigarette in her hand and a glass in front of her as she conversed with her husband’s brothers. Every time a man came around, she shot them down without hesitation. This time no different.

“Are you without partner, miss?” A male on the younger side asked with a warm yet shy grin.

“Are you without brain, sir?” Her response was serious but held slight sarcasm. Everyone who knew of the blinders knew she was married to one of the many people they didn’t want to mess with. Insulting the poor man was far better than having his eyesight removed.

“N-no?”

“Hm, quite a surprise.” She looked down to her cigarette before flicking her eyes back up to the man. “Nevertheless, a man without brain nor eyes is the same as a man with brain and no eyes.”

The quiver in his voice almost made her feel bad for the quips she’d spat. But alas, it was only almost. “What...what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means yes, I do indeed have a partner.” The brothers around her chuckled and mocked the now cowering man, Y/n herself giving an amused smile and taking a drag of the stick between her fingers.

Tommy stood behind the man, looking at him with a blank expression once he’d turned around after backing into him. He lifted a brow, not once breaking eye contact. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she.”

The man trembled, confused. “Y-yeah-” He stuttered as he shook with embarrassment.

“Her body, face, lips... Smart one too... She’s perfect. Too bad she’s spoken for.” Tommy muttered before walking over and sliding into the seat next to her. Y/n took the cigarette from her mouth and placed it between Tommy’s soft lips, lifting her eyes to his as she watched him endearingly.

Only one man could make the infamously feared woman smile in such an angelic manner. One man and one man only. His name, Thomas Michael Shelby.

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it, I'm kind of into it, It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it, Oh I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your"

In hindsight, Tommy should’ve listened to his aunt’s words of wisdom. She’d told him love is crazy and makes you crazy, even Y/n mentioned it a multitude of times. Being together was only half the happy ending. Driving each other up the walls, it only drew them closer. Y/n, Tommy’s better half and Tommy, Y/n’s.

Love really did have an impact similar to the legend shrouding it’s definition. And they loved love for it.

But then the darker side of Tommy’s occupation found time to object every good thing his life had to offer. Although it didn’t tear a hole in the romance, it knocked it into a spiral that was supposed to register it as perfectly normal, sane, and very boring. 

However, it hadn’t done anything large than strike a little worry into their hearts. What their enemy forgot was that nothing involving the Peaky Blinders was “normal” or “casual”, especially not boring.

It's New York, baby, always jacked up, Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up. When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus, In a black dress, she's such a such an actress

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it, I'm kind of into it, It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it. Oh I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

Tommy sent Y/n with his brothers and sister while he took care of things at home. He remembered holding her in his arms with a sincere apologetic but loving look in his blue orbs. The smell of her lingered on his collar. She refused to let go of him until John shouted that the train would be leaving without her had she stayed put.

“Wipe your eyes, my love. I’m not worth the tears-”

The sound of her palm coming into contact with his skin made Ada jump with a shriek from beside her other brothers. “Thomas Michael Shelby, don’t you dare fucking say that. That is...that is... It’s bullshit!” Tommy chuckled softly. Y/n couldn’t help but join in, “Stop laughing at me, you fucking- fucking bloody handsome asshole.”

“Alright alright... Promise me you won’t cry...at least, not anymore than you already have. For if you cry, it’ll break my heart and then I fear I won’t have the heart to see you off.”

“Tommy Shelby? Not having a heart? Are you sure me crying will be the cause in this scenario?” She jabbed with a giggle.

“Say what you’d like, Y/n, but my word remains true.” He pulled her closer and their lips collided. There, only for a moment, it felt like time had stopped just for them. “Go with them, stay safe and hidden, always carry your gun, and only have close friends deliver messages. They’re fucking listening on the telephones...”

It was the same things he’d said since they’d started planning this. Always with the essentials that probably really had no purpose to be labeled as essential, plus the minor setbacks that were more than likely never to happen.

Tommy was paranoid, but she couldn’t blame him. Thinking ahead and being prepared for the worst was better than not doing so and dealing with the consequences of unwanted surprise.

“I know. We’ve been over it a thousand times or more, Thomas. I’ll be fine,” she held his face in her hands as she took him in for the final time before her journey, “I promise.”

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette, Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet, And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it, It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

Their lips crashed together and thus began their dance. Practically made for each other, everything of Y/n fit perfectly with everything of Tommy. Their lips, bodies, personalities, everything. A rough performance, full of passion and lust, was regularly preformed after long days, trips, or times that didn’t cause the couple to be apart for agonizingly long periods of time, sometimes death-run-ins were audience enough for their show to sell.

Tommy refused to wait for words or sighs of relief. He would let her know verbally in the morning, if he was done with her by then. Thomas felt at ease once she was back in his arms, like the piece of himself that had been missing for far too long was finally where it needed to be.

If Y/n was to deny her liking of Tommy’s pleasant surprise, she’d be a liar.

Rarely did Y/n become the one in charge, so when she was handed the reigns, she didn’t miss a beat before getting into character. She was always his “right-hand-man” and now she had the chance to show that she was much more than the simple role.

By the end of the night, both had their fun and chance to participate as the leader to their waltz. Heavy breaths and messy exteriors, the two had shown each other the burning passion they held for each other that never died out. Tom swore to himself never to send his wife away unless her life absolutely depended on it.

It's none of your, it's none of your

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

The night she sleepily entered their home for the first time since they’d parted ways at the train station, he’d given her passion. He’d given her all of him. He’d given her his control. He’d given her all the love he had. He gave her his child.

I Love You, Where Are You Going?

Summary: Y’all already know what it is. Episode 15 continued through my dirty pervert mind. For @truccieeboo​ and @emanmc24​ who always support me and wanted some desk fun. Ko Mun-yeong and Moon Gang-tae having fun on a table, that’s all. 

Author’s note: I am tipsy and that ending made my brain (and vagina) explode, excuse any typos or grammatical errors its just because I’m fucked up in every sense of the word. 

I love you. I love you so much. I love you Ko Mun-yeong. 

How dare he say those words to her now when she was trying to do the right thing? She had been selfish her whole life and the one time she was attempting to be selfless, he was making her regret it every step of the way. How long had she yearned to hear those words, never expecting they would mirror her own ill-advised love confession so long ago. 

She had been so stupid back then with no clue about what love was, spewing out whatever she thought would get a reaction out of him. Whatever would make him stay because he was the only person who ever came to save her, despite her darkness and lack of empathy he followed her everywhere she went and wanted to be with her. He was such a fool, had been since he was boy. 

Why couldn’t he just leave? She was giving him an out, absolving him from his meaningless guilt, who could fault him for not wanting to be with the daughter of the monster that murdered his mother? That monstrous blood was flowing through her veins as well, she had tried her damnest but she couldn’t escape her mother’s curse. Their relationship was ill-fated, not destiny. She was a fairy tale writer and she hadn’t been able to predict her own ending, how  ironically pathetic. 

She twirled the dead flowers in her hand, trying not to think about him. It was futile he was all that filled her head, the desperation in his voice as he declared his love for her. She hadn’t been expecting it, not in the slightest, why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Hadn’t he called her a one-time event, why did he keep coming back for an encore of the world’s saddest show? Maybe Jae-su was right and he was a psychopath, at the moment she couldn’t argue against the point. 

The loud bang of the door crashing open violently pulls her from her thoughts, and she hears stomps nearing her. With a sigh, she hides the flowers, not wanting to give him the wrong impression; he needs to leave and take Sang-tae with him. This has gone on for too long. 

“Mun-yeong.” His deep voice echoes in the spacious room as he rounds the corner to find her at her standing near the table. 

Gang-tae prowls towards her, determination in his eyes, unnerving her to her core. “I love you. Why are you running? What’s wrong?” 

Anger pools in the pit of her stomach as she cuts her eye to look at him, who is he to offer his love now? She can’t have it now, her mother has poisoned their seed of love and anything that blooms now will be deadly, grotesque and ugly. She rises and presses past him, hoping to escape to her room and regroup his resilience had not been expected, he was supposed to leave quietly and without a fight, where was her repressed Moon Gang-tae? He chose the worst moment to unpin himself and unleash on her like a hurricane. 

His tight grip on her arm both shocks her and stops her in her tracks, with wide eyes she gasps at him, “If you tell me you love me one more time I’ll--” With a snap of her jaw she cuts herself off, not quite knowing how to complete that sentence. What would she do to him? Pushing him away was proving futile and he was hammering at the walls she was building back around her heart. 

“You’ll do what? Do this?” He retorts defiance ample on his tongue, before his fingers tighten on her arms and he leans up and steals a kiss. Nothing more than a peck but her reaction is instant, her body heats as her heart races, pumping blood to her cheeks and...other regions. While she is dazed by the spontaneous kiss, he further surprises her by bending suddenly and lifting her into his arms, all the air in her lungs is vacuumed out as he places on her on the table. Her eyes search his own in question and reprimand, what was he doing? Why wasn’t he leaving dammit! 

Before she can question his actions, he tilts forward, his eyes fixated on her lips. With a gasp, she jolts back, backing away from his hungry seeking mouth, but he is not deterred as he presses forward further forcing her back onto her arms to escape his kiss. She retreats until her back hits something solid, the table, she has nowhere else to go, he has her cornered. With all her strength she shoves at his shoulders, his eyes never leave her mouth, his body is barely rocked from her push. Like a mouse hitting an elephant. 

Swiftly he climbs onto the table, hovering over her body and snatches her arms, firmly placing them above her head. His body is unbelievably hot above hers, heat radiating off and burning her skin, she pants from the heat. 

“Why are you fighting me? You don’t want this?” His voice is slightly condescending as if he has no belief that the answer is no. Arrogant bastard. 

“No. I don’t, get off me. I told you to leave. Get lost!” Her scream reverberates off the walls, but his face is unchanging, as if he did not hear her declaration at all. As if, she had said nothing at all, he smiles at her warmly, sighing fondly before whispering onto her face, “Liar.” 

She tense under his weight, her wrist warm clasped in his  snug hold, he continues on leaning into her space until each word lands with a puff of moist air on her reddened skin, “You want this. You’ve always wanted this, why are you fighting it now that I’m giving it to you? Take it. Let me take you.” 

Her body responds to his suggestive words, images of that kiss infiltrate her mind, she thought that was the extent of his passion, never anticipated that he would be like this? He usually become flustered from small pecks and the brush of her hands, how could this be the same Moon Gang-tae? Her wonder must have reflected on her face because he answered, “You look surprised, did you think I didn’t want it too?” He scoffs, “I want you all the time. I’ve thought about taking you in every room of this castle. I never answered your question that day, yes Mun-yeong, I want to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you so badly.” 

Involuntarily she feels herself become moist, his words setting her body ablaze and with renewed strength and adrenaline she pushes him again, harder, satisfaction bubbling when he falls off the table, but her victory is short-lived as he snatches her again, slamming her wrists back onto the table with more force than before, too formidable for her to move even in the slightest. With fear lacing her voice she demands, “Stop! Let go of me, I told you to stop!” Angry tears filling her eyes, he’s saying everything she has wanted to hear and its destroying her defenses, she has to get away. 

His lips smash into her own as she tightly presses them together, forbidding his tongue from entering her mouth, her last defense. He swipes at her lips harder, unrelenting in his pursuit to devour her, but she is steadfast thrashing in his arms violently and eventually he pulls back with a final lick across the expanse of her mouth. The hunger in his eyes is palpable and smothering her. 

“Coward.” 

The word stops her in her tracks, she peers up at him baffled at his audacity, letting him go was the bravest thing she has ever done, how dare he minimize it? Wasn’t he the one who had spewed out that crap saying if you loved someone enough you had to let them go, was that reserved for good people? Why was she not allowed? 

“How dare you--” 

His tongue cuts off the rest of her statement, as he uses the opportunity to thrust his way into her mouth, tongue sliding against her own, swallowing her complains as he presses her into the table. 

She loses herself momentarily in his taste, his tongue wrecking havoc on her slack mouth, as he invades her, brutal in his conquest, leaving nothing in his wake. Licking and sucking until her mouth feels tender and raw from the attention, finally she snaps out out of her trance and bites down on his slithering tongue, he jolts back with a cry, hands freeing her wrist to cover his mouth. 

“Get off me, Sang-tae will be here soon and..” 

“Shut up.” 

What. “What?” 

“You heard me. Shut. Up. I don’t want to hear about anyone or anything else. I love you and I know you love me. A kiss is better than a fight and this” He boldly grinds into her pelvis, making her quiver, “This is the best of them all.” 

Without a moments notice, he rapidly begins to unbutton his own shirt, fingers flying down the straight row of tiny buttons. She feels lightheaded, thankful for the stability of the table underneath her, her knees buckle as she watches him. He flings the shirt on the ground revealing the pale glow of his skin, muscles flexing at the motion, his abs tantalizingly on display as she feels the arid desert that her mouth has become. 

“I remember the first time you saw me shirtless. You couldn’t keep your hands off me, what’s stopping you now? Do I need to pretend I don’t want it?” He smirks from his spot above her and her face flushes at the memory, it seems like a lifetime ago. “I wanted you then too, you are the prettiest thing I've ever been offered. I’m never letting you go, Ko Mun-yeong. We are meant to be together.” 

Tears prickle in her eyes at his words, she wills them not to fall. He grabs her hands once more, she tries to resist but her trembling hands are no match for his firm grip, slowly he brings her hand to his body, pressing her palms into his skin, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation. 

She tells herself to pull away, push him again, run away, anything but her body ignores her pleas remaining under his spell as he leans forward, pulling the pin securing her hair up out from its hold, purring in satisfaction as her hair falls in loose waves around her face. Tendrils tickle her cheeks as he lovingly pushes her hair back, stroking her head before his fingers tighten and she winces at the unexpected constraint. 

“Let’s be brave together, huh?” With those last words he lunges at her mouth, devouring her fruitless protest, using his grip on her hair to bring her face ever closer as he laps at her mouth, pushing and pushing until he breaks through the seal and tastes her paradise, he moans into her mouth, the vibration tingling on her lips. 

The intensity of each kiss never falters as he delights in his acquisition of her, messing her hair up with a firm hand, tugging at her dress, before palming her breasts through the tight-fitting material. He roughly maneuvers his hands around the full mounds, twisting them as he pants, “This dress, you shouldn’t wear this dress again. It looks uncomfortable and I want to punch everyone who looks at you in it.” 

She can’t stop the moans that slip out at his demand and his nimble hands wrecking his body, She feels him groping at her back, looking for the zipper and knows that he won’t find one, at least not there there is a hidden zipper inside the dress that must be carefully handled as this dress is vintage and one of a kin--

Krrrrrrrrrrrrr

She flounders on the table taken aback by the sound, unaware of what that sound could possibly be until she feels a cool breeze on her back. Her dress. He was ripping her dress. 

He was ripping her one of a kind vintage dress. 

“Are you insane?! What are you doing? Stop ripping my dress, are you an animal?” She shrieks at him, red consuming her face from anger and...arousal. She couldn’t deny it, seeing this side of him was invigorating as it was terrifying. But she would never let him know that, he was already too big for his breeches. 

As coy as he looked teasing her with that fucking ribbon, he innocently gazes down at her before apologetically replying, “My hand slipped, I couldn’t find the zipper. I’ll buy you a new dress, one that didn’t look uncomfortable.” With that quip, he shreds the dress down the center, peeling it like a banana from her sweltering skin. She is unable to subdue the whimper that falls from her lips and a knowing smirks swells on his face, fuck fuck fuck. 

Contemptuously, he flings the ripped material on the floor, leaving her in her underwear and boots, his eyes running obscenely up and down her body, he fingers at the lace that encases her most private areas. Matching red set bright against her skin, his eyes trail down to her boots, darkening before leisurely strolling back up and landing on her face. She is sin personified, tempting him and today he’s ready to repent, she will be his salvation. 

He crawls back onto her body like a wild cat, pouncing, ready to devour its prey. Within seconds, he drags his finger from her moist center to the valley of her breasts, intent clear in his eyes. She stares back, attempting to muster up some strength but she knows the fight is lost, she can no longer resist him. Her body uncoils in acquiesce and that is the only permission he needs before, sliding her bra out of the way and swallowing her hard nipple. His teeth are unforgiving at his gnaws at her like she is truly a meal to be eaten at the table, his hand kneads the breast not in his mouth, she squirms and pants beneath him, pleasure percolating under her skin. 

“Moon Gang-tae!” She moans at a brutal bite at her breast, before his tongue slithers out to sooth the pain. He releases her nipple with an audible pop before meandering to her neck, sucking at the delicate skin, unforgiving in his pursuit, his hands still roughly palming at her heaving chest. Through the rush of blood to her head, she hears him panting out, “You’re going to look even prettier with my marks. Everyone will see them.” 

That doesn’t make her preen, at all. She is unaffected. Completely. 

After sucking at her neck until she feels like her skin might rip just like her dress, he draws away to survey his masterpiece, his broad shoulders even broader with the wave of pride that wafts off him. Making her head spin again he snatches her off the table, pulling her up until she’s sitting as he distracts her with wild kisses. Then she feels his fingers at the clasp of her bra, he struggles momentarily and she fears she’ll be losing a bra today as well, but he figures it out unhooking it and prying it from her body. Pressing into her with his equally naked chest, he presses her back onto the table, bra carelessly discarded. 

His fingers run along the side of her body, teasing her as he continues to lick at her tongue, allowing her no reprieve from his onslaught. Seductively he begins to rub his rigid cock into her, thrusting into her, groaning at the pleasure. His hands latch onto her hips, controlling her movement, forcing her to grind into him as he chases his pleasure. His harsh breaths land on her face as her eyes devour the sight of Moon Gang-tae lost in passion, it’s beautiful. if she were an artist she would draw it and capture it forever. 

Despite her tender inklings, he is not gentle as he draws away from her, grabbing the thin cloth of her panties, burning eyes locked on the flower they are protecting, before peeling them off her skin, she feels a blush form on her cheeks, disbelief that this is happening to her, Moon Gang-tae is seducing her. 

“Beautiful.” He sighs, eagerly lowering his face until he is level with her face, locking eyes with her as they have a silent conversation. 

I love you. 

I want you. 

I will protect you. 

Let me keep you. 

Eyes never leaving hers, he pokes his tongue out licking down her body, swirling around her breasts, meandering down her soft belly, lapping at slight swell of hip before settling at her entrance, hot breaths landing on where she aches the most. She moans in anticipation but when she forces her eyes open- when had she closed them?- she finds his nonplussed face, peacefully staring back at her, as his fingers stroke her sides. 

She looks at him. 

He looks at her. 

She huffs in annoyance. 

He smirks cockily. 

“Beg for it.” 

Her body spasms at his calm request. She defiantly glares at him, “In your dreams.” 

With a dark chuckle he answers, “Already happens there, I want it in reality now.” 

She moves to slide off the table, but then her legs are snatched and he glides them open, his mouth following suit as he places her on display, moist pink lips opened and glistening. With another bout of careless strength, he drags her legs over his shoulder, so his face is directly in her pussy, his every breath landing inside her. She shivers at the sensation, twitching in his hands. Control slipping away. 

He licks his lips like he is preparing for a big meal. Her knuckles are white from her death grip on the table. 

“Beg. For. It. I want to give it to you Mun-yeong, just ask nicely. Be a good girl, huh?”

His words wash over her in sensual waves, be a good girl. She hates it but she wants to be his good girl, to feel his huge hand cup her head as he praises her and makes her feel invincible. Drenched now from his words. 

Swallowing to bring moisture back to her mouth, she uses the last reserve of air in her lungs to obey his command, “Please Gang-tae, please.” 

His eyes light up in excitement as he caresses her naked body, “Such a good girl.” He praises her caressing her downy skin and then he plunges into her, slurping up her juices, the sounds obscene in the bitter quiet of the room. 

Using broad strokes of his tongue, he swipes at her clitoris, slamming her hips back onto the table when she jerks viciously from the pleasure. She whimpers at his manhandling, overwhelmed as he eats her with reckless abandon. She wraps her legs around his face, desperate for his touch and he moans in approval, lapping at her sweetness, hungry for more. 

His tongue is sin itself as it moves inside her, soft and then hard, gentle and then hard. His inconsistency leaves on feeling on edge, each time she edges to the end, he stops and teases her with kitten licks, devious glances informing her that this is intentional. He wants to wreck her and leave her boneless on the table. 

She grabs his head, “Please, please, I need more.” And those words are all it takes, he presses in with all his might, scraping every ounce of pleasure and joy from her body, gently biting at her clitoris until she sees stars, the moon, the entire fucking galaxy. 

When she thinks she’s going to burst from the euphoria, he presses two long fingers into her, as his tongue plays with the swollen bud. His fingers are unforgiving in their plunder, pressing deep into her hole while his tongue moves rapidly against her, the dueling sensations dragging her closer and closer to the edge, before she feels herself falling, spiraling into the abyss. 

She screams her release, “Moon Gang-tae!!” 

He doesn’t stop immediately, riding her body as she convulses on the table, weakly trying to push his head away, wrung out and teetering into too much.  He ignores her pushes until he is good and ready. 

She collapses on the table, body sprawled in all directions as she recovers from her climax, sweat pooling on her skin, her breaths gradually returning to normal. 

When she finally opens her eyes once more, his gaze is devastating, too many emotions swirling in his expressive eyes. 

“Amazing.” 

She blushes in response, his eyes heavy on her skin, her eyes fleeting around unable to remain on his face, sudden shyness overcoming her. 

After a deep breath, she begins to sit up, pressing him away, body weak and lethargic after the intensity of her release, but his dark eyes land on her face and she ceases to move. 

“Where are you going?” 

She tilts her head in confusion, shouldn't it be obvious?

“You think we’re done? That I’m finished with you? That was just the beginning...the appetizer. We’re just getting started.” 

With a devious smile, he promptly grabs her hips and flips her over, then slides off the table to drag her body to the end until her legs are dangling off the table with her ass hoisted in the air. He strokes the soft plumpness of her ass, before grinding his body onto her naked skin. His dress pants are smooth on her skin and the sensation drags a moan from her lips. Then she hears the obvious sounds of him undressing, looking back over her shoulder, she watches as he drags the zipper down, unbuttons the pants and they fall to the ground, with a hard look at her, he steps out of his boxers, leaving him naked and gorgeous. 

His heavy erections hands ominously between his trunk like legs, engorged and angry-red, resembling a missile waiting to explode. She gulps as she observes the way it twitches in his hands, she almost misses the next words he lets out from her fascination with his cock, “Next time I want you on your knees for me but I can’t wait any longer right now. Not being in you is driving me insane.” 

Her breath hitches from his promise, the look on his face lets her know that it is a promise, images of her on her knees with her mouth open flood her mind, his bitter taste on her tongue as she sucks him deep, his hand on her head as he calls her his good girl and surges in her hungry mouth. It is enough to make her faint. 

With a sharp smack on her ass, he drags her from her erotic fantasy, “ You look lost in thought, I don’t want to be jealous of myself so pay attention to me.” 

Roughly grabbing her, he presses into her, sliding between the tight seal of her thighs, brushing against her pussy but drawing back before he can enter her, he teases her continually until her head starts to swim, she will die if he doesn’t fuck her soon. She tries to press back but his iron grip stops her until she finally glares back with questioned filled eyes. He gazes back at her once again, calm as if his dick isn't hard as a rock right now, as if he doesn’t want to just ram into her and fuck her until the table breaks. 

“What are you waiting for?” She bites out, distraught from the lack of sex that is occurring.

He simply raises an eyebrow, waiting. 

Beg for it. 

He is thrusting into her with steady movement, eyes locked on her face as he smears his precum on her thighs, making her feel filthy. She decides she has done enough begging today, those pleas would sound delicious on his lips too. With a fluid motion, she rolls onto the tips of her toes, thankful for her years of ballet, the stretch unnoticeable on her strong legs, arching her back until her ass is high in the air. With his eyes locked on her face in surprise, she brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them until they are soaked in her saliva. 

She trails them down her own body before she reaches her destination, her wet center, opening her lips and pressing her wet fingers in, body sinuously twisting at the feel of her hands on herself. Gang-tae’s jaw drops from the sensual show, lost in her fingers and their fluctuation. Playing with herself, she rubs against her walls, legs shaking at her own ministrations. He watches her, dazed and amazed, his cock hardening at the erotic sight that he will lock away for those lonely nights. The thin thread of control he had remaining snapping under pressure. 

Her hands are ruthlessly yanked away, “You win. I need you, please.” 

Victory comes in the form of his hot cock piercing through her moist opening, taking up all the space until the pressure is enough to knock her on her stomach, his thrust is measured and unplumbed, taking his sweet time. Until he is fully stuffed inside her, she whines at the slight discomfort, breath racing now. For a few seconds, there is nothing but quiet and stillness. 

Then he is moving, and it feels like being in the eye of a storm. Tumultuous, destructive and beautifully catastrophic. He plunges into her, hips smacking against her ass, her body slamming into the table with every brutal thrust. Her fingers scratch across the sheets covering the table, her moans are deafening to her own ears but Gang-tae can be heard loud and clear regardless, “I will never leave you, we were meant to be. Look how perfectly we fit!”

Her head is dizzy as he places a hand on her back, molding her into the table as he rides her hard, cock dragging on her sensitive walls, unrelenting crashes into her hot tight body. 

His hands slide into her hair as he pulls at the strands, tears collect her in eyes from the pain but she presses into his harsh touch, eager and wanting. He yanks her hair as he rams into her body, over and over and over again. Deeper in her body than anything has ever been, drool spills from her mouth pooling and soaking into the fabric. 

As her body coils in pleasure, she feels his fingers at her core, searching until they find her overly sensitive bud, with a flick of his wrist she is falling again, thunderous crash, caught between his brutal grip on her hair, his crushing press on her clit and his vicious piston into her overstimulated body. 

“Moon Gang-tae! Moon Gang-tae!”

Her second climax is as gratifying as the first, if not more. Her toes curl as her walls milk him, tightening around his cock until she feels the gush of him releasing into her,searing thick streams filling her up. He grunts out her name in response, “Ko Mun-yeong.” Before collapsing onto her back, their sweat laden bodies sticking together. 

Slowly, their breaths synchronize and then she watches his beautiful arms tense as he uses them to propel himself off her.  He doesn’t go far before taking her hips in a gentle hold and turning her over, his eyes glossy with over-bounding emotions, the biggest one love. 

It is clear as day on his face. He loves her. 

He wraps her in his arms, lifting her once again before turning to the stairs and carrying her in his bride’s hold. She feels delicate and precious in his arms. 

“I love you Ko Mun-yeong.”

She sighs, damn him. She was finally trying to be a good person, but if he wants her to be selfish, she can do that. She will selfishly hold on to him forever. 

“I tried to do the right thing, remember that okay? I tried to let you go.”

He smiles at her, the smile is identical to the picture Sang-tae drew that she has hidden in a drawer in her room, eyes crinkled and joy emitting from his very pores. She is helpless at the sight of it and with a defeated sigh she replies, “I love you too......You idiot.” 

His chuckle rocks her body as he carries her up the stairs, before she freezes in fear, “Wait where is Oppa? He’s not here right.” She hastily looks around. 

“Don’t worry he’s not here. I told him we needed time to make up, he said it was fine because a kiss is better than a fight. We kissed a lot so he’ll be happy.” He dodges her hand as she goes to smack his head. 

She really is stuck with this guy forever. 

Maybe they are destiny after all. 

счастье

Word Count: 3,532

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: you may cry from the wholesomeness, seriously.

A/N: Instalment #5 in @wxstedhexrt​​‘s and my Falling collection! Series Masterlist can be found HERE. Please read the poem first as it is the whole centrepiece of the fanfic :) If you need or would like a typed out version of the poem instead of the photo below, here’s the link to it on Destiny’s blog :) All the fluff in the world is in this fic, I’m telling you.

счастье (Russian): happiness (pronounced schast'ye according to Google Translate)

For the first time in a long time, Y/N woke up with pure silence. It was odd at first and she had to remind herself that the lack of laughter and voices drifting to her room from the kitchen wasn’t because the Avengers had all up and disappeared. Instead, this peaceful start to the morning was only alive because she wasn’t at the Avengers complex. It was a cooler sort of spring morning and Y/N could feel the slight breeze creep in through the window they had left slightly open in the evening before. The wind gently pushed and pulled at the long ceiling to floor curtains and allowed for the sun to creep in just enough to say good morning.

Y/N shifted under a heavy warm arm that encased her into a warm hug, gently prying herself from the gorgeous man who was sleeping quietly next to her. She stifled a giggle as she moved to brush some of his loose hairs away from his face, soft snores falling from his slightly ajar lips. This was his first time he hadn’t been half awake or tossing and turning all night in weeks, so Y/N decided it was best to let him rest. She pressed a small kiss to his nose, noting the slight flutter in his eyelids and smiled before sliding herself off the large bed.

She shivered slightly as the warmth from his body disappeared from her skin. She had gone to bed in only a bralette and some shorts, preferring to be warmed by cuddling but now, she was regretting not wearing something a bit warmer. Her eyes searched the room quickly before landing on a shirt on a nearby chair, pulling it to her and slipping it on. He must’ve thrown it there last night before passing out, in which case, maybe he wouldn’t notice she stole it. Although he didn’t seem much bigger than her, his shirts always felt a bit baggy on her and made her feel protected and small. She was still for a moment, feeling the softness of the fabric, breathing in the smell of his soap mixed with her laundry detergent. If she could carry this scent around with her everywhere, she would.

Maybe it was the soft calling of the birds or maybe it was the sparkling dew on the grass but as Y/N walked slowly to the kitchen, she paused in front of the nearby window. She looked out into the warm pink and orange hues of the sun and she almost wanted to just run outside and feel them on her skin. It was beautiful out here in the middle of nowhere. The two of them had spent almost all day yesterday driving up here to this little Airbnb that Wanda had found them after realizing just how exhausted the two of them were. (“I don’t want you two to come back until you forget how to be productive!” And with that, Wanda practically threw their suitcases out the door. Y/N had been thanking her every chance she got.)

It almost felt like a dream. Not just the gorgeous view from the window or the silent little cottage-like house they were staying in for the time being. But the whole last few months. Y/N’s eyes moved back to the bedroom door, thinking about all the late nights talking and laughing at movies, spilling secrets and even convincing him to do a face mask once or twice. She thought about the very beginning of this relationship, the stammered responses, the yearning she had felt for his touch, the fleeting glances.

Her mind drifted to thoughts of their first kiss, her stomach lurching forward into twists as she remembered the brush of his light lips on hers just before he disappeared for a month.

“Be safe,” she had practically begged him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she held his arm in her hands. “Please.”

He had given her that almost sorrowful smile, reaching up to touch her cheek and using his thumb to gently wipe away an escaping tear. “I’ll be alright, doll, don’t you worry about me.”

“What else am I going to do without you for a whole month?” She joked softly, trying to smile but it was hard. This was the first time she wouldn’t have contact with him when they weren’t on a mission together.

“Annoy the shit out of Steve for me,” he offered with a smile. Here he was, going in deep to meet with an informant, Y/N was freaking the hell out of her mind and he was standing there smiling. There was a calmness to him, even though Y/N and him had talked about his worries going out into the field for so long. So how did he look so calm looking at her now? Y/N tried to be positive but deep down, she was worried this was the last time she’d ever see him. Her eyes tried desperately to memorize the look on his face, just in case. Her mind had raced with questions when they first ordered Sam and Bucky on this mission. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t Steve go? Why did it have to be for a month? Why did it have to be off comms?

But all those questions were answered too easily for her to insist that Bucky stay here. The informant barely spoke any English and Russian was their first language so of course Bucky was a good candidate. Nat was away on a completely different mission with Wanda and Tony so she couldn’t go instead. They wanted to build trust with the informant but also, he could only give them parts of information at a time so a month was the bare minimum at this point. And since they were entering enemy territory, Steve thought it would be best to not have communications hacked. The two man team would have very minimal contact with the base, only to check in about their safety or to ask for immediate emergency help.

“Time to go, Tin Man!” Sam called from the other room. Y/N could tell from the shadow on the floor that he hesitated before at the door before deciding to give the two of them some space and staying outside. “I’ll wait for you in the jet.”

Bucky shouted out a response to him but present Y/N could barely remember what it was. All she could remember was the ache in her stomach as he started to pull away before he turned back and lifted her chin up so smoothly with his fingers. Y/N practically melted as she felt his lips on hers. It was a soft kiss, passion and love melded their bodies together as he held her close, leaning his forehead on hers as they took a breath, before he brushed her hair away gently.

“You’re my one and only, doll,” he whispered, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently. “I’ll come back to you before you know it.” With a kiss on the back of her hand, he left and Y/N’s lips stayed tingling the whole month he was gone.

That had been the worst month of Y/N’s life. She had made Steve go nuts, bugging him with constant questions of is he okay, what’s the next step, has he heard from them, is everything on schedule-

Y/N smiled to herself as she remembered tackling Bucky to the floor when he got home, squeezing his tired body in a tight hug and ultimately feeling so bad when she realized how bruised his whole body was and she had definitely made it a little worse. But she couldn’t help it - the whole time she wondered would he leave her before she got the chance to tell him how she felt? Would their connection be severed before it ever really existed?

“S’alright, doll,” Bucky had laughed as he sat up from the floor and had gladly accepted her offer to take him down to the infirmary. She had thought all month about how she wanted his coming home to be, would they share another passionate kiss? Would he ask her on a proper date? Would Sam say something stupid and ruin the whole thing?

Maybe the first two would’ve been true if the latter hadn’t come first. Sam had popped his head in to see how Bucky was and loudly expressed how awkward and tense the air was in the room.

“So does this mean y’all are gonna bang? Cause like the wall between my room and Bucky’s is thin and-” Sam started, quickly ducking the blood pressure gauge that Bucky threw at his head. “Rude,” he scoffed but shot a grin at Y/N before disappearing.

It wasn’t long before Y/N felt at home and comfortable again with Bucky by her side. The two of them snuggled in front of the TV with cups of tea and some snacks, watching old cartoons as if they were an old couple.

“Y/N?” Bucky had whispered after a while. Y/N’s eyes were closed, her head leaning against his chest as she relaxed her stiff body into the warmth of his arms.

“Mm?” She hummed, peeking an eye open to see him staring at her. “What?” She giggled, both eyes opening now in embarrassment. His smile was so soft as he watched her without responding for a moment, eyes noting every inch of her face.

“I missed you,” Bucky’s voice was a little shaky and he cleared his throat whilst his eyes turned away shyly. Y/N smiled and poked his cheek playfully in response.

“I missed you too, Bucks.”

“No, I mean…” he hesitated and shifted a little so they were facing each other. “Being away from you for a month made me realize… just how hard I’m falling for you.”

Even thinking back to that moment made Y/N’s heart flutter just a little. The words that left Bucky’s lips repeated in her head over and over again as she moved to the kitchen and pulled out some food to make breakfast with. She thought about how she had kissed him after he told her all that because she wasn’t sure if she could word her feelings right. She smiled as her mind reminisced about the weeks after, the stolen kisses in the hallways between meetings, snarky responses and flirty comments during sparring, and just the comfortableness of it all.

It wasn’t long before Y/N realized that she had just cracked an egg onto the counter top instead of into the pan because she was daydreaming. She laughed at herself a little, cleaning up the mess and deciding to try and figure this old looking radio that sat nearby in a way to keep her mind present.

A slow melody crackled to life on the speakers as she started to cook properly this time, her hips swaying to the beats of the music. She hummed along to the music that she recognized, listening carefully to the lyrics of ones that she didn’t. As the bacon sizzled in the pan, she wondered what kind of music played while Bucky grew up. What kinds of sounds did he have memory with?

She daydreamed about the alternate universe where Bucky had stayed in his own timeline and maybe she had been born into it. Would they have still gotten along? Would he have still asked her out? Would they dance until the night was dark, would he come meet her family and promise not to take her out too late? Or would he be that playboy that Steve often teased about? Would she get a cheeky wink from him across the room as her only interaction with him? Would she roll her eyes in response? Because that was often her response when she kept cocky guys nowadays.

Interrupting her thoughts was the sound of an all too familiar tune starting to play on the radio. Her eyes glanced at it with a smile, as if thanking the hosts for playing such a slow song to match her slow start to the morning.

Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

Y/N found herself humming along but it quickly became soft singing as her lips traced around the lyrics she’s known for years. As each word left her lips, she thought about how many people were listening with her and were singing along, how many people knew this popular tune. She wondered if even Bucky knew it and wondered what his thoughts were when he had first heard it. Her eyes noted the now cooked eggs and bacon on her pans, reaching over to turn the oven off and looking through the cupboards to find some clean plates. She pushed the eggs and bacon onto two plates, waving them off as she started to clean.

“Shall I stay Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you”

Two arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist suddenly, making her jump at the tug of her center to a warm body behind her. She looked up from the sink where water was cooling down the pans, and behind her shoulder to find Bucky’s head nuzzling into her neck. “You left me alone,” he whined into her hair, lazily pressing kisses to her skin.

“You were sleeping!” Y/N laughed as she tried to squirm out of his grip to continue cooking. “I thought you’d be exhausted. You practically drove all night up here.” Bucky’s grip around her tightened as she turned off the tap and tried to turn to face him.

The pout on his lips made her grin grow wider, “You left me,” he insisted. “And then you stole my shirt!” He huffed, tugging at the hem that was brushed up against her thigh.

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes

Y/N smirked and couldn’t help but admire the just-woke-up look on Bucky, him standing there in grey low waisted sweatpants, “You look better without a shirt,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You were singing,” Bucky suddenly said as they swayed to the soft music playing in the background. “I like it when you sing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too

“Our breakfast is gonna get cold,” Y/N brought up, face flushing with embarrassment that he had heard her, stepping away from him and starting to move towards the food.

“Dance with me,” Bucky asked quickly, a firm grip still on her waist. “Please, doll?” His eyes were pleading like a child again, that oh so adorable look in his eyes that Y/N had a hard time saying no to. She bit down on her lip and nodded slowly as Bucky turned the volume up on the radio before pulling her into the living room which had more space.

For I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows surely to the sea

Soft hums left Bucky’s lips as the two of them swayed to the music, his gentle but strong arms guiding her. For a moment they stood there, just holding each other and listening to the beats of the music.

Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be

Bucky smiled as their eyes met, taking her hand and lifting it up slightly, his other hand pressed into her waist. He guided her into a slow dance, breathy giggles and laughter leaving their lips as he twirled her around the room. She couldn’t help but feel like she was dancing on a cloud, Bucky’s movements so free and flowing that she almost couldn’t believe this man was behind them.

Y/N gave a little bit of a squeal as she felt Bucky tilting her back, his chuckling making her feel all the more embarrassed as he dipped her so low, she was almost positive they were going to fall over.

“Don’t you trust me?” He teased as he brought her back up and twirled her around some more, a twinkle in his eye and a wide smile on his face.

“Depends,” she shot back with a laugh, trying to catch her breath from her laughter, “We’ve fallen over before,” she pointed out, thinking about the time she jumped out of a window for him, or the times she’s knocked him over with hugs, or even when they’ve just tripped over each other’s feet. The smile on her lips was starting to burn at her cheeks and she realized in that moment that she wished the song would never end.

Bucky pulled her close again, pressing his forehead against hers once more. Y/N watched as his lips parted and she thought he was going to shoot back with another snarky remark. But instead, his low voice started to sing along,

“Take my hand, take my whole life too”

Y/N hadn’t ever heard Bucky sing before. Soft hums here and there, a melody to his words sometimes, but never fully sun. She wanted to close her eyes, focus solely on the word he was singing but his eyes held her soft gaze, looking like they were trying to say something.

“For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you,”

Y/N wondered if he could feel how warm her face was getting as they slowly swayed to the music. She wondered if he could hear how fast her heart was beating, if he could tell her hands were shaking. Was this the first time the word ‘love’ had left his lips? The first time he was admitting such strong feelings for her? Sure, she knew he liked her enough to ask her out and come to this middle-of-nowhere house with her, but was he really admitting he loved her?

Bucky tilted her chin up slightly as the melody drifted away from his lips, and he kissed her as if it was the first time and the last time. He held her close as their lips sparked something magical, feeling both a passion and a hunger for each other. The song had disappeared and the radio hosts’ voices were feeling so far as they talked about current news and weather. Y/N’s lips felt Buck’s depart and her eyes fluttered open to see him staring at her, with a sort of gentle love in his eyes. Time felt like it had slowed down in that moment, like the world had been put on pause and there was no such thing as monsters who whispered little dark thoughts into their ears. Here, in his arms, in this far away house, was going to be where their happiest memory was born.

After a moment of silence, Bucky’s lips parted again and Y/N wondered if he would say it, if the three little words would leave his lips. She wondered if they were even ready for that, was it too soon? Did he really feel that way? Was this all going way too fast, especially because back in his day, romances were an awful lot slower?

“Thank you for breakfast, doll,” he whispered to her instead with a smile, stepping back from her and pressing a kiss to her hand with a playful bow, as if she was a princess to be courted.

“Where’d you learn to dance like that?” Y/N asked curiously as the two of them grabbed their plates of somewhat warm food and plopped onto the living room couches. Y/N tried to stabilize her hands, still feeling a bit wobbly after hearing those words leave Bucky’s lips. How long would it take for her heart to slow down? For her skin to stop having goosebumps in response to this tender and loving touch?

Bucky smiled to himself as he started to cut up his eggs, “Back in my day, dancing was the best date you could have. Just forget everything around you and dance, have some fun, be surrounded by smiles.”

“Mm well I kinda like just dancing here with you here,” she admitted shyly, getting up to turn on the coffee machine and find some coffee cups for them.

If she had turned back to look at him, she would’ve seen the look on his face that Steve liked to call ‘love-sick puppy dog’. He watched her as she glided around the kitchen, smile on her face, and he wished he could’ve kept dancing with her for longer.

“We can dance any time you like, doll,” Bucky told her as she turned back to smile at him. “If you’ll have me, maybe I can be your dance partner forever.” And the smile she gave him in response was all he needed.

Small dances in the little cottage-like house’s living room became dances in their bedrooms back home. Sometimes he’d twirl her out of a hug or they’d sway just a little in the hallways. The two of them were like in their own little world, dancing to both music and silence, as if the world of anxieties was a universe away.

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intoxication | kylo ren

word count: 1,447

warnings: sexual tension, smut (hella smut), slight dominance/submissive kink

summary: after a failed mission, you’re furious, anger filling you to the brim. kylo comes to you, giving you an offer to help release your frustration. 

sauntering into your quarters, you chucked your blaster at the wall, a loud clang echoing through the empty space. you huffed in frustration, running a hand through your hair. how could she have slipped through your fingertips, just like that? how did she make escaping so easy? 

you let out an irritated groan, slamming a fist into the wall. the metal crumpled, crunching on contact. immediately, pain seeped into your knuckles, your hand throbbing. you let out a small cry, hot tears of frustration welling up in our eyes, “fuck me.” 

a soft knock on your door interrupted your tantrum, startling you for a moment. quietly, you approached the door, punching your code into the key pad. the doors slid open, kylo ren standing before you. without warning, he engulfed you into his embrace. 

tears cascaded down your cheeks as sobs racked your body, trembling in the supreme leader’s arms, “i failed, kylo. i failed. i failed.” 

“angel,” kylo’s voice was low, “you did not fail.”

“yes i did,” you protested, the words distorted as they left your lips, “i failed you.”

kylo swept you off your feet, carrying your frame with ease. he laid you on the bed, scooping you into his arms once again. he took off his leather gloves, discarding them to your bedside table. he took a your injured hand into his, tsking as he noticed the purple bruises beginning to form on your knuckles. 

“punching walls is no way to release pent up anger angel,” kylo exhaled, “now i have to send in a work order to patch up the dent you made.”

“i’m sorry,” you felt childish, shame burning through you, “i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing,” kylo’s lips connected with your forehead, “would you like me to take care of your frustrations?”

your eyes widened, your breath hitching in your throat. kylo’s bold question rang through your mind, filthy thoughts infiltrating your head. once you returned back from your mission, kylo could sense your fury, even from across the ship. he knew it was imperative that he saw you at once, making his way across the supremacy to your quarters. kylo could feel your anger surging through his chest, your thoughts running rampant. his right knuckle tingled, a dull pain aching through his hand. he knew you had attempted to unleash your frustration, but it wasn’t successful. 

“please take care of me kylo,” the words came out as a plea, sending a wave of excitement through kylo. 

“i promise i will angel,” a smirk enveloped his features, his eyes hardening with lust, “i’ll give you what you deserve.”

kylo’s lips crashed into yours, kissing you eagerly. his hands cupped your cheeks, holding your face. he shifted his weight so that he was on top of you, your back dipping into the mattress. his tongue darted along your bottom lip, entering your mouth. his lips tasted like starfruit, intoxicating you. your lips tingled as he sucked on your bottom lip harshly, a quiet moan tumbling out of your mouth. 

your moan only fueled kylo’s desire to please you. the supreme leader had been craving your touch throughout the day, his mind wandering to lustful fantasies while you were away, off on your mission. once he was aware of your return, he ached to touch you. to feel you. to feel your walls tighten around his cock. to hear the sound of his name from your beautiful lips. to watch you squirm and cum, your wetness dripping onto the bed. 

“tell me what you want angel,” kylo’s tone was full of authority, his breathing ragged. 

“i want you,” you pleaded, “i need you, kylo ren.” 

the words, sweet like honey, rang through kylo’s ears. he began to place wet kisses down your neck, sucking on your hot skin. your hands tangled into his hair, tugging as his mouth connected with your sweet spot. you could feel wetness pooling between your thighs, your clit throbbing, aching for kylo’s touch. 

“can i undress you?” kylo arched a brow. you knew he wouldn’t continue without your consent. 

within seconds, you nodded, giving your answer, “yes, kylo. please.”

kylo’s fingertips met with the hem of your tunic, pulling it over your head. the lust within his gaze intensified as your breasts bounced, nipples hardening in the dim light. desperately, kylo attempted to keep himself restrained as he slid your tights down your legs, your skin glowing. now, you were naked before him, your panties drenched. 

his hands roamed your body, his cool hands coming in contact with your warm skin. kylo placed his tongue on your collarbone, trailing to your breasts. his hands rested on your hips as his mouth enveloped a nipple. tugging it gently between his teeth. your back arched into his body, your bare skin grazing against the fabric of his own clothing. kylo sucked on your breasts, ensuring that he left his mark on you. 

you squirmed below kylo, yearning for more. he sensed your desire, your naked body pressed against his. a low chuckle erupted from his throat, “you’re too impatient angel. relax, let me take care of you.” 

kylo’s mouth reconnected with your stomach, his breath hot, the kisses full of passion. he stopped at the hem of your panties, your pussy dripping through the lace. kylo kissed the inside of your thigh, nipping at the skin. his thumb grazed your throbbing clit, earning a moan. 

the mere sight of you, cheeks tinged red, pleasure masking your features, your pussy, drenched and aching for his touch, was enough to send kylo over the edge. god, you were so beautiful, and kylo wanted nothing more but to show you how much he adored you. how your body was the most beautiful sight in the galaxy. how your moans were angelic, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. 

his fingertips hooked the lace of your underwear, kylo sliding the fabric down your legs, casting it to the floor. kylo placed his thumb on your clit, going in circular motions. you threw your head back, pleasure racking your body. slowly, a finger slipped into your pussy, followed by another. immediately, kylo’s fingers were slick with your juices, his cock aching for you. to feel you. 

“kylo,” you pleaded, begging, “please, fuck me.” 

“your wish is my command angel,” he smirked, removing his pants. his cock sprang free, throbbing with desire. 

before he entered you, kylo slipped out of his tunic, fully undressed. without warning, he slammed into you, your eyes rolling into your head. your opened your legs, draping them around his muscular torso for leverage. 

your walls wrapped around kylo’s cock perfectly as he thrust into you, the two of you moaning at the contact. your hands roamed kylo’s back, nails digging into his skin as he fucked you senseless. the feeling of his cock, buried deep within your tight pussy was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. kylo’s lips collided with yours with fiery passion, his tongue exploring your mouth. 

the bundle of nerves within your stomach tightened, bringing you close to your orgasm. you groaned into kylo’s lips, whining softly, “kylo, i’m going to cum.”

kylo’s eyes interlocked with yours, lust filling his gaze, “you can cum angel. let go. cum all over my cock.” 

his words encouraged your orgasm, stars bursting in your vision as you came, warmth seeping into your chest, your thighs trembling. kylo’s thrusts slowed, his pace lessening. he pulled out, pumping his cock as he came all over your stomach. he panted, chest heaving, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. 

kylo left momentarily, wobbling to the refresher. he returned, a warm rag in his grasp. gently, he cleaned your skin, the warmth soothing on your skin. he pressed a soft kiss on your stomach, your heart fluttering.

the supreme leader cradled your body in his arms, skin meeting skin, “i hope i eased your frustrations angel.”

“it was perfect,” you let out a sigh of content. 

“i’m glad it was satisfying,” he chuckled, “i was worried that your temperament was uncontrollable. is that how you feel when i’m angry?”

a giggle rose from your throat, “maybe a little.” 

kylo placed a tender kiss on your forehead, “i love you angel.”

“i love you too,” you breathed, your anger completely dissolved. 

kylo held you in his arms as you dozed off, exhausted. you had a long day, and your lover wanted nothing you but for you to have a good night’s rest. as you fell asleep, kylo whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his words warm with affection. 

needless to say, you would let kylo help with your anger in the future. every single time. 

Mated

Commissioned by: @knowexoknowlife​

Wolf! AU

Warning: Smut 

Word Count: 3.4k 

A/N: Hope you enjoy!! 

You'd always heard the stories of when others like you had met their mates. Your friends had always done their best to describe the feeling but ultimately told you that you couldn't fully understand until you met yours, and as of now, you didn't really want to know. You had just begun your second year of University and were finally getting yourself planted into the community as a normal person. You weren't super close to where your pack was currently living but you were far enough away to be able to feel like you could become your own person and you were excited. Today was your first day of classes for your second year, and you were heading to a much anticipated Psychology class. You had heard wonderful things about your professor, Dr. Jung and you couldn't wait to learn from him. The smile you had on your face as you walked into the classroom melted off almost immediately. Your skin was practically on fire as you continued to try and walk to find a seat, so badly that you ended up giving up in the middle of your classroom. You lifted your head, allowing your eyes to scan the room, wondering what was happening. And that's when you saw him. The man with an extremely handsome face, black hair and dark eyes. Eyes you've seen many times before, when the men in your pack found their mates. No matter what you did, you couldn't break eye contact. Your skin heated up more, your breasts now perky as if you had just rubbed an ice cube on them. Your pussy felt drenched as your clit throbbed. You didn't even know this man, yet you felt like you had known him your entire life and maybe longer. You suppressed the moans the urged to escape from your lips, wanting nothing more than to ride him until you were both gasping for air. No. No. Not now. You couldn't be doing this now, it can't happen now. You had far too many plans. You weren't ready to settle down with your mate, and clearly he felt the same. If he had been going through what you had just experienced, he sure as hell didn't show it. His face remained stone like, showing zero emotion. As he finally broke his locked stare, you quickly moved to find a seat, unfortunately not before his scent swiftly drifted down to you, making your knees weak. No matter how many times you sniffed the perfume you kept in your bag, the scent of him lingered beneath your nostrils, making it nearly impossible to focus. The hour and a half long class dragged on for what felt like an eternity, but the second that it finally ended, you glanced back at your mystery man who looked like he wanted to speak to you, but you couldn't. Not yet. So instead you grabbed your things and ran out of the class, not caring about the others you almost trampled in your urgent need to escape. ** A few hours later you're walking down the pathway after leaving a little hole in the wall cafe in on the campus grounds. Your head is down as you quietly hum to the music playing through your headphones. You really should have been paying attention, but because you weren't, you didn't see the muscular man standing in front of you, causing you to bump directly into him. But this was different. Instead of feeling relatively normal, your entire body began to tingle, pleasure sensations shooting through your body, once again causing your knees to weaken. As you look up, you see quite possibly the last person you want to see. Your mate. "S-sorry" you stutter before moving around him, quickly speed walking away before he could say anything to you. ** Every day for the next few weeks it began to get harder and harder to show up to your Psych class. The burning, the perky nipples, the yearning for him your body screamed at you was getting to be too much. You should have officially been mated by now and this was your body's way of telling you to get it done before it became too unbearable. Even your dreams were littered with him. How it would feel for him to touch you, kiss you, be inside of you. You wanted so badly to know how his cock pumping in and out of you would feel, how many times could he make you cum as he whispered in your ear how much he needed you. You learned the hard way to not look at him if you didn't want your pussy pulsating even more than it already was. One day you turned your head to glance back at him, but his eyes were already on you. Your eyes trailed up his slouched figure, meeting his eyes. He stared right at you as he slowly and seductively licked his lips, offering you a small wink before you turned your head back around. If you weren't panting before, you were now. Even when you weren't sleeping, you daydreamed about these things, so much that your school work began to suffer now. And you were pretty sure thoughts of you consumed his head too, and neither of you knew each other's names. After class today, you slowly packed up your things, your body feeling weak and needy. Slowly you slung your backpack over your shoulder and began to walk down the stairs when a hand latches onto your wrist, pulling you behind him, quickly. You didn't fight it. The feeling of his skin on yours made you tremble. He pulled you out of the classroom and down the hallway to a small excluded, dark hallway, where he let you go but not before pushing you against the wall. "Why?" He huffs, his face leaning in close to yours. "Why what?" You whisper. "Why do you choose to ignore me? Torture me with wanting you.. no needing you" he breathes. "I can't eat, I can't sleep. You've consumed my every thought. Stop avoiding me." "O-okay." You whisper, your eyes trained  on him. His eyes open, staring into yours. You're paralyzed against the wall, every ounce of your body seizing with the amount of electricity between the two of you. "I don't even know your name" you say as his head inches closer to yours. "Sehun, and I'm all yours, baby." He says before his lips close in on yours. Like it was instinct, your hands reach up, gripping his jacket to pull him closer to your body as your lips work. His tongue slides into your mouth with no hesitation. It wasn't like this was the first time he had kissed you, it felt like the two of you had been doing this for years. Your hands released his jacket, moving them up to slide through his hair, gripping a clump of it tightly. Before you knew it, Sehun was sliding your backpack from your shoulders along with your jacket, allowing them to drop to the floor. Your hands moved without much thought either as you lifted his shirt up, him taking over to discard it on the floor beside your top. You stood there in your bra, your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath while looking him in the eyes. He steps closer to you, this time placing his palm on your cheek before leaning in for a gentle and passionate kiss. The next thing you knew, your pants were being pulled down, along with your panties. Sehun quickly spun you around, planting your front against the wall while bending you over before he allowed his cock to spring free. You'd admit, when you had imagined your first time with your mate, you most definitely hadn't pictured this. You had imagined it to be gentle and loving and romantic. However, you also hadn't planned on avoiding him for a few months causing both of your hormones to sky rocket to the max. He knew as well as you that this was the only way for the two of you to begin feeling relatively normal. "Next time, I'll treat you the way you deserve, baby. But right now, this is what we need." He growls into your ear. The connection mates had was terrifying to say the least. You nod your head eagerly as you wait for his cock. "First.." he begins and then pauses. Before you knew what he was doing you felt his fingers slowly insert themselves inside of you. You let out a small gasp as your eyes slightly rolled into the back of your head. "Please, just fuck me" you cry, needing more than just some fingers. Your eyes still closed, you listen to the sound of Sehun unzipping his pants as you eagerly await for him to line himself up with you. But before he can, the two of you are quickly taken out of your little world by a gasp. Your eyes open as your head whips to the side, only for you to be met with the shocked face of a girl you didn't know. "Sehun?" The girl whispered. "Grace? Shit" he says, zipping his pants up. "I'm sorry, I'll explain later" he says to you before running after the girl who took off with tears in her eyes. You stand there shocked for a few seconds before realizing where you were. Quickly you adjusted yourself, making sure you looked decent before making your way through the school and out the doors. That night you replayed the entire scenario in your head. Who was that girl? Why did Sehun run off so quickly after her? Even though you wondered, a part of you already knew that they must have been seeing each other, no other scenario made sense to you other than that. You didn't sleep that night. No matter what you did, you couldn't shut your brain off long enough to fall asleep. Your mind kept remembering the way Sehun's touch felt on your skin, how his fingers felt inside you, how you wished so badly the two of you hadn't been interrupted by whoever that girl was. You knew exactly what he had been talking about. Wanting, no needing him so badly it was driving you insane. As your alarm went off, you got out of bed to get ready for the day without any hesitations. You were going to speak to Sehun about yesterday, confront him, demand to know what was going on. It was your right to know as his mate.. wasn't it? As you walked towards the school, you played the entire conversation out in your head. You had expected Sehun to maybe argue about what you wanted to know, possibly tell you it wasn't your business, so you were prepared. You had your responses ready to go. Walking through the doors, you see Sehun leaning against the wall, head down as he waits. Taking a breath, you keep your head held high as you stomp your way towards him. You would absolutely admit you were still quite frustrated being left with lady blue balls. "Hi" Sehun whispers, lifting his head the moment you reached him. "H-Hi." You stutter back. Dammit Y/N, keep it together. "What the fu.." you begin before you're cut off. "Let me explain yesterday." He says. "Yes, good." You say sternly crossing your arms. "Grace is someone I've been seeing, it was nothing serious to me, just kinda passing the time until the inevitable meeting of my mate. I hadn't expected to meet you already, I definitely didn't expect to feel so strongly towards you, so strongly that I didn't even remember I was seeing her or that I was supposed to meet her." He says. "Which is why she looked for you." You mumble. "Exactly." He says. "I'm sorry I just ran off like that. I needed to explain to her that it's over between her and I now but I think she already gathered that considering how she found us." He chuckles. That being said, your memories of being in the ultimate state of euphoria with Sehun resurfaced with a vengeance, causing your entire body to tingle, your pussy to soak and a small moan to escape your lips. "Fuck" you hear him whisper. Coming out of your small dream, you look at Sehun whose eyes are now black, his face like stone as if he's ready to rip off ever article of clothing in the middle of the hallway and fuck you senseless. "Phone" he says, holding his hand out. Quickly you grab it, placing it in his palm, waiting for him to put in his number. "I gotta go. I'll text you a time and a place tonight. See you soon" he growls, pulling you in for a hard kiss before taking off, skipping the class you had together. You waited in horrific anticipation for your phone to sound off that ping that you love so much whenever you get a message. The waiting was killing you. As the school day ended, you still hadn't heard a word from Sehun and honestly, you had gotten to the point where you now weren't expecting to hear from him at all. Walking into your apartment, you throw your bag onto your couch before shuffling to your room, your phone still tightly gripped in your palm. As you fell into your bed, your phone rang - the little ping you had been so desperate to hear all day. You scramble to unlock it, needing to know what the message says. 08887457943: Be ready in 15 minutes. I'm coming to get you. You: I'll be ready. Excitedly you roll off your bed and scurry to the closet to pick out a different outfit. Once you do, you apply your makeup, to the best of your ability before fluffing your hair to make sure it's presentable. Once you're satisfied with your look, you change your clothes. Although you weren't sure where you were going, you decided to wear a skirt along with a nice top. When your doorbell rings, the butterflies in your stomach rise and your heart pounds as you answer the door seeing Sehun standing there, with a blindfold in his hand. ** The car stops, and you can't see a thing. Sehun chuckles at the pout on your lips as he gets out of the car and opens your door to help you out. He guides you up a few steps and into a building, then an elevator before taking you outside again. When he finally takes the blindfold off, you see the beautiful set up of a small table for two with lights surrounding it. A bottle of champagne cooling in an ice bucket as well as dinner waiting for you on the table. No one had ever done something like this before for you, and you had never felt more special than you did in this very moment. ** Sehun stood behind you as you both looked over the edge of the building, admiring the gorgeous sunset that was setting across the city. His arms wrapped around your waist as he whispered that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. You giggled as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his waist and raising your head to look up at him. His eyes sparkled as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, the kiss quickly going from gentle to hungry and needy. "You have no idea how much I want you right now" he whispers. "Then take me" you moan. Sehun lets out a growl as he turns you around to face the city again. He harshly lifts your skirt before ripping your panties from your body and shoving them in his pocket. "I want to taste you" he says, getting onto his knees. "Do whatever you want to me" you groan, spreading your legs for him. Sehun moves under you, burying his face in your pussy. He spreads your lips with his fingers before latching his lips onto your clit and begins sucking. "Oh my god" you cry. The sensation was better than you had imagined, there was something different about your mate eating your pussy than any other man before. Sehun switches from sucking to licking, teasing you, bringing you so close to an orgasm before quickly taking it away from you. "Please. Please let me cum" you cry out, desperate for a release. Sehun moves away from you, now standing up as he quickly unzips his pants, finally allowing his large cock to spring free. "Ready baby?" He asks. You nod your head as you pant, your hands gripping onto the building to steady yourself. Sehun slowly pushes his hard cock inside of you, stretching you out and making you gasp. He doesn't give you time to adjust to him, instead he pulls himself out before slamming himself back into you. "Fuck. Your pussy feels so fucking good" he growls. His hands grip your hips tightly, surely to leave bruises, but you didn't care. You reach down, in between your legs and your lips, rubbing your clit at the same speed of him pounding into you. Your orgasm hits you suddenly. You clench yourself around him as you ride through the biggest orgasm you had ever had. Your moans and cries surely could be heard from the people walking on the sidewalk below you. "That's my favorite sound" he growls, snapping his hips harder as he chases his own high. "Clench your pussy again baby" he demands. You clench as hard as you can, your body already worn out. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum" he cries. Moments later he spills his warm cum inside you, coating your walls and filling you up. Sehun pulls himself out of you, and runs off to grab a towel to clean up the cum dripping down your leg. He chuckles as he picks you up, leaving the rooftop behind and takes you to his place, tucking you into his bed after helping you change and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fall asleep. ** A few weeks later, you and Sehun had been inseparable and still were. Typical for mates, and something that would never change. He had told you on Friday, he was taking you to meet his pack, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. When Friday rolled around, you were a nervous wreck. He assured you the entire drive that they would love you, and you really hoped that he was right. That night as he pulled into a large piece of land with a single huge house in the centre, the nerves became worse. "It'll be okay" he smiled at you as he held your hand before letting go to get out. Within seconds there was a swarm of men standing outside the house. Sehun came around and opened your door, taking your hand and never letting it go. He introduced you to a few of the other pack members, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin and Jongdae who all immediately took to you and had you laughing hysterically. Once inside you met some others, Yixing, Kyungsoo, and Minseok. As you all sat on the couch laughing and talking, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. All the men stood as the person got closet down the stairs, so you stood as well. "And this is our leader, Suho" Sehun said. The moment Suho came into your view, your skin began to burn much like when you had first seen Sehun. Your nipples perky, your pussy immediately wet, again like when you had first met Sehun. And you could tell, Suho was feeling it too. "This is my mate, Y/N." Sehun says proudly to Suho. No one says anything. You and Suho are both unable to break your eye contact. The overwhelming feeling of lust and love is too strong. But you were Sehun's. You loved Sehun. What was happening? "What's going on?" Minseok asks, looking concerned. "Y/N, how are you feeling?" Yixing asks, briskly walking to the wall of books. "Exactly how I felt when I met Sehun" you whispered, your eyes still trained on Suho. "I don't believe this" Yixing whispers. "She's a Gemini mate." "That can't be. That's supposed to be a myth" Sehun exclaims. "It's not. It's very rare, but she will have a connection with you both until one or both of you have claimed her." Yixing whispers, his eyes wide. You finally look away from Suho and back and Sehun. He wasn't looking at you, but instead into the eyes of his leader, his brother and your second mate.

Under the Sunlight

I’m terrible with titles. So here is DAY 2 of the smut writing prompt! I wrote this just now in the evening hours! I hope you enjoy 

Title: Under the Sunlight Prompt: Sunscreen Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Le Comte x Female Reader  Rating: 18+ Explicit Warnings/Tags: Smut, I butcher the French language, passionate sex, consensual, oral sex, I ended this with a VERY corny line Word Count: 1,778

#summer of smut & #summer of smut writing challenge

The sun was beaming down in all its beautiful intensity and you decided it would be a nice day to lay out it the sun to relax. There wasn’t any sort of air conditioning in the mansion, and it was starting to get stuffy inside. There was a warm breeze that rustled the leaves in the garden and you brought a thin blanket with you to lay on and soak up some rays.

The only thing was, if you were going to spend any length of time in the sun you knew you needed to put on a bit of sunscreen. You were able to apply it to your face and arms, but your camisole left part of your back exposed and you were having trouble reaching it.

Unbeknownst to you, Le Comte had been watching you from across the garden, amusement twinkling in his deep golden eyes. He was waiting to see if you could actually stretch that far, but your struggle was adorable in its own right. He shook his head to himself, setting his drink down on the garden table before walking at his leisurely pace until he stood behind you.

“Ma chérie, let me help you with that,” his warm breath on your ear startled you, and he had taken the bottle from your hands, opening the cap to apply a small amount to his fingers. “Comte!!” you exclaimed, a flustered expression hiding none of your surprise. His long fingers splayed out over your neck, dropping down to rub the substance over the top of your back, guiding you with his free hand to lie down on the blanket. “It’s a beautiful day; we wouldn’t want you getting burned now would we?”

Flustered as you may have been, you didn’t argue with the pureblood, laying down on your stomach and allowing him to work his fingers over the flesh of your back. “Thank you, I really appreciate it! I wasn’t sure who to ask since it’s kind of awkward,” you explained. Though in the back of your mind you knew you could have asked Sebastian without much issue, given how cordial he was.

“Oh? Is that so?” he feigned indignation, a warm smile on his lips, “Ma chérie, you can ask me anything, especially matters such as this,” he leaned closer to your body as he ran his fingers over your back, the softness of your skin drawing him in. “Tu es parfaite… “he whispered under his breath. You couldn’t quite make out the words, but your mind reels, hoping against all hope that you heard him correctly.

He took a deep breath, the intoxicating aroma of your scent mixed with the smell from the sunscreen caressed his senses and a flower of desire blossomed in his chest. To him, you were the sun, the breeze, and the dazzling stars in the night sky. You were everything, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. He had taken the opportunity to give himself an excuse to touch you. To feel your velvet skin beneath his fingertips. He wanted to just melt into you.

He cursed at himself internally, chastising himself to behave as he fought against his urge to explore more of your body. “Hm? Did you say something?” you asked, hoping he would clarify his statement. Your voice, your sweet melodic voice, brought him back to reality. His hands paused, but did not leave your body. “Ah, just admiring what a beautiful day it is,” he mused, the corners of his eyes crinkling with one of his cryptic smiles.

You had turned to watch him from the side of your eye, propped up on your elbows to get a better look at him. When your eyes met his, you thought you saw a deep longing for a glimmering moment, and your heart fluttered. Given his keen senses, he was made all too aware of your quickening pulse, and it only made your scent more alluring to the man. “Do I make you nervous, ma chérie?” he inquired while gently moving your hair off of your shoulder so that it would not stick to the freshly applied sunscreen.

You swallowed visibly, a small chill running through your body where he touched. You turned to face him, sitting up so you could look him in the eye. The last thing you wanted was for him to think that you feared him. “NO! No…not exactly,” you worked through your thoughts, your feelings making your brain a jumbled mess.

“Not exactly?” he repeated your words back to you, suddenly feeling quite emboldened. He observed you patiently as you sorted out what you were trying to say. He fought the urge to cup your cheek and bring you closer to him.

‘Je veux être avec toi pour toujours.’

"Comte…” you start, fidgeting your hands in your lap. You take a deep breath and try again, “When I’m with you, my heart races and I can’t think straight.” You wanted to look away after your simple confession, but he couldn’t hold back the urge to cup your cheek any longer. He brought your gaze back to his, a smoldering fire on the surface that bore into you, showing you a glimpse of the depths of his yearning for you.

“Shh, ­­­­­____,” he whispered against your lips, drawing you closer to his as he closed the distance between you. His lips were soft as they moved against yours, and you couldn’t help but sigh dreamily into the kiss. He needed to taste you, to take but a part of you as this hunger grew within him. His tongue was soon tracing your lower lip, seeking entrance into your sweet lips which you gladly granted him with a soft gasp.

Your tongues embraced in the intimate kiss, enjoying the sweetness of one another under the afternoon sun.  He pulled back, only to kiss the underside of your jaw, running his tongue along a particularly sensitive spot that made you sing out for him. “J’ai envie de te faire l’amour…” he whispered sensually against your neck, bringing you into his lap.

You felt flush, your body temperature rising at his words, knowing full well he was asking to make love to you. “Let’s take this inside?” you were breathless, and didn’t want to break the trance the two of you were under, but you also did not want to be caught by one of the other residents having a mid-afternoon tryst in the garden.

Le Comte wrapped his arms around you, lifting you with him to retreat back to his bedroom where he could lay you down on his luxurious sheets. The two of you barely made it through the door before you began unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie, using it to pull his mouth closer to yours, pouring your passion into your kiss. He responded tenfold, grabbing your ass tightly against him, and pushing you up against the wall to roll his hips up into you.

You could feel how worked up he truly was against your most sensitive area. He captured your earlobe between his lips, biting your soft flesh teasingly before placing his lips right against the shell of your ear, hissing, “J’ai envie de toi.” I want you.

He attached his mouth to your neck, mindful of his fangs, and began his work of leaving his mark in you. You were putty in his hands, moaning and arching against his touch. “Oui, mon chéri, je veux que tu me baises.” Yes darling, I want you to fuck me.

Hearing such vulgar language spill from you for him almost made him drive his fangs straight into your neck to keep you forever. Or at least to extend your life and keep you by his side, but that was a decision that would have to wait for later. For now, he wanted to indulge in you. He moved you from the wall to splay you out on his satin sheets of his bed.

“You are perfect,” he breathed, undressing you and leaving kisses along your skin as he slowly unwrapped you like a present just for him. “___, you’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to have you like this.” He trailed his tongue down your abdomen, worshiping every inch of you. Not a single patch of skin was left untouched, he gazed lovingly at every part of you, enraptured in your beauty. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, and he wanted more. More.

“I must have all of you,” he hissed, grabbing your legs to bring you closer to the edge of the bed, delving his tongue into your folds. He looked up from his spot between your legs, making smoldering eye contact as he drew his tongue up the length of you slowly, flicking it against your clit at the end for good measure just to watch you writhe.

“Then take all of me,” you panted, your arousal leaving you a mess. A smirk spread across his lips and he slid a finger into your dripping pussy, sliding it in and out with care, curling his finger inside you, searching for that magical spot to make you fall apart for him. “If you, my beloved, are offering then I will gladly take all of you.”

He pressed his lips to your thigh, watching as you began to tremble beneath him, your impending climax building like a dam ready to burst. He would gladly drown in all of you. “Ma chérie, give your everything to me,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your soaking core as he placed a second finger alongside the first, still curling up to press against the spot that made all thoughts leave your mind. You could only moan in response, bucking up into his waiting mouth, his tongue bringing you over the edge with a sharp cry. You arched off of the bed, holding onto his head to ground yourself as he continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you, tasting you on his tongue.

Your body twitched at the overstimulation, your nerves firing on all ends as he finally pulled his fingers from you to clean off with his tongue, making sure to put on a show by licking up each digit individually before delving them into his mouth to suck on. He stood at the end of the bed, trailing his fingers down his body as he removed the rest of his own clothing, partially undressed by yours truly just moments before.

“You’re going to be late to dinner, ma chérie, I am going to spoil you with dessert early.”

Court Caramel (Godot x Reader SMUT) Part 3 - End

author’s note

That’s it for this story ! Hope you enjoyed it :)

The situation that ensued between Godot and you was… peculiar, to say the least. Almost every time you would meet in empty hallways or rooms at the office, he would kiss you. He wouldn’t say anything, but there was this aura about him, his way of walking, smooth muscles rolling under his peacock green shirt, that forbade you said anything.

Sometimes, you would be going from one place to another and there he would be, almost like waiting for you, and he would cage you between the wall and his body. His kisses were slow and gentle, but undeniably passionate. It wasn’t the greedy, toothy kisses that horny people coming home from a party shared, it was the forbidden but delicious kisses you aren’t supposed to share in that place and time, the delicacy of indecency.

Now, every time you left your office to run an errand, your gut twisted in something akin to expectation, even though a part of you repeated that if you got caught, it would be the end of you. Even if they were sometimes not well timed, there was something soothing about Godot’s advances, melting in his touch and tasting his now familiar taste, feeling his always hot lips on yours and his hands ghosting on your waist and hips. Not a word shared, not even a stare, but fleeting touches and urgent nibbles that put your body on fire.

This kept on happening for a few weeks, until something happened.

You were on a very big and important case, you had little to no lead and always scrambling for information. It was the third day of the trial and you desperately needed something the tiniest bit viable to base your theory on, but the trial was growing near and you had no clue yet.

You were scurrying to the archives, hoping some older case one of the witnesses talked about could give you a hint, when Godot barred your route, imposing. You started

“Not right now, please”

But he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the empty archive room, his huge hands lifting your face up for one of his scorching kisses, pressing his body into yours, your back digging into the shelves of documents behind.

You weren’t in the right state for that, so you pushed at his chest, resisted his ministrations, but he still wouldn’t budge. The aroma of coffee was getting to your head, your heart was beating faster and you could feel your arms losing strength, hands getting clammy and wanting to grab at his waistcoat while he did whatever he wanted to you.

So you bit him.

He jolted backwards, hand rising to his now bleeding lip.

“Stay away from me” you said coldly, hands trembling and some kind of anger welling up.

You then turned around, went to rummage through some of the cardboard boxes, tears threatening to spill over. You didn’t look back to see what he was doing, but by the time you were done, he was nowhere to be seen.

You looked like a mess, disheveled, lips slightly swollen, red eyes and the tiniest bit of smudging mascara. But you had a lead.

It would be a big stretch to say that the trial went smoothly, but it went well enough you managed to snag that Not Guilty verdict once more, lifting a huge weight off your shoulders. It lasted only three days, but boy were they hectic.

You didn’t think about what happened with Godot until a few weeks later, when you realized you had almost not seen him at all, and he hadn’t made a move to seek you out, like he usually did.

The regularity of your mutual occurrences had become something you – though you’d never admit it – looked forward to. It had taken a bit of time, but you were getting used to the man and actually enjoyed his kisses, however weird the situation that took you there. You had no boyfriend, and the physical contact was enough to keep some of your frustration at bay.

But now, you barely saw him anywhere at work, and it had you worried. Not really worried about him, since you knew he was doing well in court, but more about your relationship. What happened in the archive room resurfaced into your mind, and you started thinking that he might’ve taken that too literally.

You dwelled on it for a few days, still keeping an eye out for the prosecutor, but you only managed to catch a glimpse of the man turning a corner and disappearing before managing to call him out. The situation was gnawing at you, so you decided to take action.

You sent him an email using your work address (since he had no remorse using a fake name to get to you), and asked him to come to your office after work.

He did not respond, but you hoped he had seen the message.

A few days went by, without any sign of the white-haired man, and you were starting to lose hope. You had stayed pretty late all this time, wishing he would just come unannounced like he had before, not knocking on your door, just a silhouette barred with red light on the other side of the glass. But on the fourth day, you were still working on some reports, you heard your office door open and heavy footsteps coming towards you.

Your heart, or whatever that was, lurched in your throat and got stuck there when the second door opened, and it was Godot.

Tall, his waistcoat and shirt still fitting him so well, large hands stuffed inside his pant pockets, not a smile to be seen gracing his lips.

Shakily, you got up from your desk and walked towards him.

You kept a reasonable distance between your bodies, even if your mind screamed to glue yourself to him, feel him, like he could be an illusion.

“You wanted to see me ?” he asked in his deep, smooth voice, yet keeping a very professional tone.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you around, so I was getting worried” you managed to answer with the same formal tone, the ball in your throat getting heavier by the minute.

“Been busy” he said, expression unreadable but his attitude clearly cold, holding back.

You didn’t know what to say, you were fighting the urge to cry and the urge to hug him, and the self-destructive urge to just let it all go down the drain.

Godot turned around to walk away after the long, awkward silence that had settled into your office.

“I miss you”

Your hands were clenching at the bottom of your skirt, because if you didn’t hold onto something you would’ve grabbed him.

He paused in his movement, broad back turning around to face you, tall and looming under the cheap neon of your office.

“You told me to stay away, Kitten, so I did as you asked me. And now you’re telling me you miss me ?”

Your sight was blurred by the tears, so you didn’t catch the small smirk forming onto his lips, a tantalizing curl.

“I’m sorry about what happened then, it was a bad time and you wouldn’t listen to me, I’m sorry for biting you, I-“ you babbled, looking down at your feet for you could not handle looking at him, or you would cry for sure.

The shame of the realization, repressed feelings, frustration, all were alien to you until now. They were mixing into a painful experience you didn’t know how to manage.

Then you felt a movement of air and Godot closed the gap between your bodies, hugging you gently against his larger form, one hand grabbing your chin to lift your face up to his.

“Close your eyes, Kitten”

And you did as you were told.

And he kissed you with urgency, with everything he had held back to obey your command, teeth nipping at you, lips pressed onto yours with thirst, greed, whatever you wanted to call it.

You melted into his touch like you belonged there, the lump in your throat disappearing instantaneously to be replaced by a warm feeling in your gut, down, down between your legs. Your cheeks were burning from a mixture of shame and arousal, not grasping entirely why it felt this good to be reunited with him when your whole relationship was weird, but relishing in the feeling nevertheless. It’s like you had a match, someone you could trust no matter what and knowing that you would enjoy whatever he’d throw at you. Except when you were in the middle of a desperate trial, but that was a talk for another day.

You pushed him gently to gasp for air, lips moist from his ministrations and eyes already glossed over, when looking at him was enough to turn your legs into jelly.

He caught your lips in his again and inched you backwards slowly, his hands getting more daring, slipping under your untucked shirt and grazing along the slit of your skirt. It sent tremors down your spine and you only wished for him to do more than just edge you like that, yet at the same time you wanted him to do it more, to be the tantalizing bastard he knew how to be so well until you would beg for him.

In between his kisses, he would suck at your neck while whispering into your ear, hot breath fanning onto your jaw and making goosebumps erupt in its wake.

“How much did you miss me, Kitten ?” he asked in a low voice while his hands were slowly stroking your sides, hot and wide, taking a step with you and making you stumble backwards.

“Did you miss my kisses ? My taste ? How I would pin you to the wall to make out with you until you couldn’t think straight ?” he took another step, wider. You body was electrified by every one of his words, they shook you to your core and warmed it up in a pleasing yet urgent kind of way.

You yearned for him like you didn’t think you could.

The back of your knees met the edge of one of the couches in your office, and Godot slowly let you sit down, while kneeling in front of you. The red glare of his visor shone onto your sweaty skin, giving it a synthwave aura.

At a leisuring pace, Godot began unbuttoning your white shirt and pushed it off your shoulders until it was cast aside and away, leaving you in your bra. You heaved, eyes lidded and looking at him with expectation, skin blazing from his attention. His hands rose again to unclasp the garment and slide it down your arms one at a time, leaving your perky breasts to be seen. You shuddered, wanting to hide your chest with your arms, but Godot’s presence prevented you did anything.

With bated breath, he gently caressed your breasts, using his wide palms and soft squeezes, cupping them, then rubbing his thumb over the nipple in a way that had you shivering. You gasped at each of his moves and when he came forward to nip and suck at them, some tiny, breathless moans slipped out of your mouth.

You tried really hard to not make any noise, considering this was still an office and you feared someone would barge in, but Godot tried his best to make you lose your hold. In between teasing licks, he murmured

“I love hearing your moans, even if you’re trying so hard to hold back”

A soft suck, leaving a red mark on your chest

“There’s no one left around, I want to hear your voice”

You turned your head to the side, cheeks red and unable to let loose like he asked you to. That’s when you felt his hand unzip your skirt and pull it down your legs. Your head snapped back to see him, still kneeling like some diligent butler, undressing you, hands tracing along your legs like you were some goddess he didn’t dare disturb.

You were left in your thighs, which he slowly peeled off you, revealing the smooth expanse of your legs.

You choked out a whimper when he teased the edge of your panties, torn between shame and want. Godot rubbed soothing circles with his thumb onto your hip while he dragged the garment down, down and off, and you were naked in front of him.

You squeezed your thighs together, to relieve your almost painful arousal as well as hide your nether regions from the man in front of you. He continued slowly caressing your legs, whispering praises and calling you “Kitten”, the pet name he had given you.

Delicately, he took hold of your knees and started pushing them apart, checking if you were actively resisting him or not. You let him do it, his warm hands giving you chills and goosebumps. Gently propping your thighs up, you were all on display for him, wet and wanting, and you couldn’t look at him anymore.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs and kept them in place, the red light of his goggles giving a surreal hue to your skin.

And then you felt him lick up your slit, a long, flat, broad lick that made your toes curl.

“What are you-“ you started, but soon had to choke out the moans and cries that threatened to spill because of his ministrations.

He sucked your clit, then went back to playing with your folds dripping with arousal, spreading them with his thumbs and making you whimper in pleasure. His mouth was so hot, so good, you wanted more of everything, his touches, his teases, his attentions.

He continued pleasuring you until your legs were trembling, at the edge of climaxing but not quite there, your body having slumped in the couch, unable to hold itself up.

He removed himself from between your thighs, chin and mouth glistening with your juices and that sparked even more need inside of you. Such an unholy sight, yet undeniably sexy.

“You taste like caramel” he said

“Delicious”

And shot you his trademark grin that made you melt even more than before.

You looked at him, still all dressed up, and tugged at his waistcoat.

“I’m completely naked, it would only be fair I got to see you too” and grazed a hand along the bulge in his pants.

Godot inhaled sharply, fists clenching then relaxing.

“Sure thing, Kitten”

You laid back in the couch, waiting for him to undress and you did not expect him to put on a show.

Unbuttoning the waistcoat, then the shirt and slowly shrugging it off, revealing his deliciously tan skin, wide pecs and abs, his muscular arms catching in the fabric and rolling under the warm skin to get it off seamlessly. Tiny silvery hairs trailing down, to his navel and under, leaving a lot to fantasize about on lonely nights.

He was so good, and that wasn’t even all.

His large hands trailed down on his chest, lightly scratching and making him shudder right in front of you, his abs clenching as he started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

He grinned, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, and slipped them down to reveal his cock.

You must’ve looked stunned for an instant, and you had every reason to be.

It was a beautiful, caramelly color, precum dripping from its head. The motion had it bobbing up and down heavily, it was nicely curved and pretty girthy.

You swallowed. Hard.

“Let me have you, Kitten”

And you couldn’t say no.

He sat on the couch next to you and grabbed you by the waist, sitting you in his lap. Your back was flush with his chest and you could feel his muscles moving underneath you, the subtle clench of his thighs when he received you, his arms going around you and spreading your legs again, open for anyone to see.

You wanted to hide your face and you did, but he gently whispered in your ear

“Look at us, Kitten”

And you couldn’t say no again.

Your gaze lowered to where you were about to be joined, his hand lining himself to your entrance and the other one spreading your lips in an almost obscene manner, but you couldn’t look away.

Slowly, he pushed his thick cock into you, and your mouth opened into a silent moan.

Despite his good work at prepping you, he was still stretching you a lot and a litany of whimpers escaped your lips as he sunk himself inside of you inch by inch, whispering praises in your ear and one of his hands gently rubbing your clit to ease the pain.

Your hands gripped his arms as he buried himself inside, head jerking back to rest on his shoulder as your hips met. You felt so full, breath short, gut burning and squeezing around him. It felt good in a weird kind of way, and soon his caresses on your clit became too much to handle alone.

You threaded one of your hands in his hair and nudged him with your cheek to move, certain that if you talked it would come out as a garbled plea.

He slowly started rolling his hips, pulling out then pushing back in, making your whole body tremble and shudder in pleasure. Your pussy was gripping tightly onto him and sucking him back in, your insides were on fire and it felt so good.

One of his hands settled onto your lower stomach, and as you looked down again you saw where the two of you were joined.

His thick length being swallowed by your hole, stretching it and pushing inside, glistening with your juices, the sight made your gut twist in delicious expectation.

“Naughty girl” Godot chuckled while still maintaining his languid rhythm, letting you enjoy every detail of his cock passing through you, almost fully pulling out to press back in while you let out whines and sighs.

After a while though, you felt him slow down until he stilled, fully buried inside of you. Worried, you were about to ask if anything was wrong but Godot murmured

“Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t do something you won’t enjoy”

And he started rocking you on his cock. Even with your eyes open you could see stars because of how deep he reached, almost painfully so. His hand came back to your clit and rubbed it in rhythm with his hips, making you lose your mind.

You were so close, hands gripping at anything, begging him for release, repeating his name over and over again as he continued to rock you on his lap.

You couldn’t tell how long he kept you on the edge like that, while nipping at your shoulder and leaving trails of kisses anywhere he could reach. The only thing on your mind was Godot, Godot, Godot.

“Please, Godot, let me come, please” you begged, your abused clit now swollen and your juices having stained the couch.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. You’ve been so good to me, I’ll let you come”

His hands gripped your thighs and opened them wider as he started positively pounding into you.

You couldn’t articulate anything as you felt his cock hammer at you, gliding with ease in and out until the pressure was too much to handle and a surge of pleasure came crashing into you, coming from where Godot and you were joined and spreading to all your limbs, muscles tensing and pussy clenching around him while you rode out your orgasm.

He buried himself a few more times inside of you, dragging out your climax and finally came himself, painting your insides hot white with his cum.

You were exhausted, ashamed, but undeniable happy. You and Godot dressed back up, cleaning the mess you had done and went to take a drink at the coffee machine. You didn’t know why, but this time around it didn’t taste the same.

It tasted sweet and soft, just like caramel.

A Hard Lesson

What’s up gamers I’m back with another lemon. This exists because of a request from @feralfeathers - thanks so much for the inspiration! I hope you enjoy it. 

Pairing: Nadia x an afab (they/them) Apprentice

18/+. Countess Nadia wants MC - regardless of the fact that she’s hosting a Summer Gala party.

A swell of orchestral music reaches my ears, sweeping through the palace halls where I walked by Nadia. Her presence is warm and regal beside me, the arm coiled tightly around mine soft against my skin. This close to her, I could smell the fragrance of jasmine as she moved, bringing the memory of silken sheets with it and the lithe silhouette of Nadia’s frame behind sheer curtains. The dress she was wearing tonight was resplendent on her figure, and I could not help but appreciate her beauty as my eyes travel down her body.

Nadia senses my stare at glances down at me, appraising my features for a long moment before she cocks an eyebrow and a knowing look spreads across her face.

“Why do I get the notion that you are not thinking about the hours deouvres?” she lilts.  

I give her my most winning smile and trace my fingers over the bare skin of her arm.

“Maybe I am,” I reply suggestively.

She chuckles sensibly and leads me closer to the wall, pausing under the glow of a lantern to brush an imaginary hair from my face.

“Turn around,” she says.

I look at her quizzically. Two servants bustle past, halting long enough to curtsy quickly to us both before hurrying away.

“I want to check the fastenings on the back of your costume,” she replies, her face a mask of placid innocence.

I turn away from her and face the wall, and Nadia’s hands smooth over my back. Her thumbs press into my shoulders, then fingertips trace down my back, grazing over each detail of my costume. I feel her breath as she leans down to murmur to me, her lips grazing delicately at the rim of my ear. Her voice is low and suggestive when she speaks.

“I hope you can behave yourself tonight,” she teases. “I would be most disconcerted if I had to teach you a lesson later.”

I shiver involuntarily as she adjusts my hair, her posture betraying none of her audacious language.

She grips my shoulders and turns me around to face her, reaching down and taking one of my hands in hers. Her eyes are burning with passion as she lifts my hand to her mouth, her penetrating gaze never leaving my eyes as she presses a warm kiss to my knuckles. I feel a thrill weave through the pit of my stomach.

“Let’s not keep our guests waiting,” Nadia says gracefully.

We stride towards the ballroom arm-in-arm, the sounds of a merry tune rising above the roar of numerous enthusiastic conversations. The Chamberlain stands at the closed double doors and bows low to us in turn so that the feather in his hat brushes the floor. He swings the door open with a dramatic flourish, shouting into the ballroom while we wait behind him.

“Allow me to present our gracious hosts, Countess Nadia Satrinava and Their Excellency, MC!”

Nadia squares her shoulders and glides into the ballroom with me.

The ballroom is lavishly decorated for Nadia’s latest party, the Summer Gala. Orbs of light are magically suspended above the dance floor, lighting aerial silks performers and acrobats that sweep gracefully over the crowds of elegant guests. Exotic flowers and vines in a rainbow of colors adorn every column and surface, mingling with perfumes and filling the air with their thick, provocative scent. Fountains and topiaries line the walls, and the cry of an animal draws my attention - one side of the room is open to the veranda, where a collection of bright tropical birds mingle with relaxing partygoers. I am dumbfounded by the splendor, but when I look to Nadia, her gaze is searching my face with powerful tenderness.

“You look so radiant tonight, MC. I can’t believe you’re really mine.”

She takes my hand and pulls me closer, bending low to brush her lips across the back of my hand. She contemplates me, her eyes heavy-lidded with a flirtatious smile.

“May I have this dance?”

I smile back at her. “I would be honored.”

She expertly tugs my hand so I go spinning into her embrace as the band strikes up a waltz. Her arm coils around my waist, pulling our bodies flush together. When I look up at Nadia, I see that her cheeks have gone slightly pink.

She leads me across the dance floor with skill, interlacing the fingers of our joined hands and gently bringing our heads together so that her temple is against mine. I hear her voice whispering in my ear, low and husky, intended only for my ears.

“It’s a pity all of these people are around. If I had my way I’d rip those clothes off of you and take you right here on this floor.”

My heart stops for a moment. I can’t conceal my shock when I pull back from her, glancing at her face to see if I heard her correctly. She levels me with an expression that is nothing short of obscene, her eyes burning with desire, the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.

I open my mouth to reply, but Nadia suddenly lifts our arms, spinning me in front of her and making her face whirl away out of my sight. She turns me quickly in the other direction so I crash back into her embrace, my back against her chest.

“I want you,” she growls into the crook of my neck. I’m spiraled back to face her, and she cradles me in her arms, dipping me low and draping herself over me, so the heat of her gaze is all I can see.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget the fucking you get tonight.”

She pulls me back up to my feet, resuming the waltz with a cordial smile as though she hadn’t just turned my body into a trembling mass of nerves.

I am trying to catch my breath when we’re approached by a stout man in an opulent green gown.

“Ah, Duke Erwyn!” Nadia beams.

“Countess. I cannot hope to achieve the stunning performance you have shown, but would your partner honor me with a dance?”

Nadia looks to me, and I nod, still not trusting my voice.

“Certainly,” she says. “I will get drinks for us all. I imagine my companion is very thirsty at the moment.” She bestows one last devilish smile on me before strolling away.

Nadia returns to collect me after the lively dance, offering me a shimmering, rose-colored drink in a tall glass to match her own.

“We should make the rounds,” she remarks, surveying the room. She takes my hand and escorts me off the dance floor, encountering a well-appointed couple moments later that require her attention. Nadia’s transformation into Countess is complete as she socializes with her guests. Her laugh is quick and polite, her compliments numerous and flattering. She introduces me to nobility after nobility with her hand pressed affectionately against the small of my back. I can hardly believe that this is the woman who spoke so brazenly to me earlier, until she cuts a conversation with a  Zadithian prince short. She leans close to me, filling my senses with her perfume.

“You make me so wet,” she says. I swallow against the lump in my throat as she pecks my cheek.

We sit and converse with an ambassador for several minutes. Nadia is the picture of manners, listening carefully as he discusses his recent travels - and him completely unaware that Nadia’s hand is drifting over my body and stroking every inch of bare skin with a feather-light touch.

“I’m afraid I must deprive you of MC’s charm for the time being,” she says. “There is a matter we must attend to. The work of a Countess is never over, it seems.”

She guides me out of the ballroom and onto the veranda, where the night air is noticeably cooler and the crowds have thinned to a few groups of people lounging together on the outdoor furniture. We lean against the rail together, and she reaches out to caress my face.

“What is this matter we need to attend to?” I ask.

She smiles at me and leans forward, tilting my face up towards her and grazing her lips over mine in a soft, inviting gesture. When I move into her arms, she deepens the kiss, parting my lips with her tongue so I taste the candied smoothness of her rose-colored drink. She makes a small, desperate sound against my mouth, grasping me by the arms and pushing me backwards. I move with her, powerless in the current of her desire, until my back thumps against one of the enormous columns. She breaks the kiss to inspect our surroundings, then guides us along the column until we’re mostly concealed from the view of the other guests.

She places her hands on either side of my face and kisses me, delicately at first, then escalates the passion of her mouth until I’m breathless and supple under her hands. Her lips press against the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, and trace over my skin until she reaches my ear. Her body pins me against the column, and she traces the shell of my ear with the tip of her tongue, coaxing a soft moan out of me as I tilt my head to give her access and her mouth explores my neck.

“I can’t take it any longer,” she groans, the movement of her lips against my flesh raising goosebumps on my arms. “I need you.”

She backs away from me suddenly, leaving me dizzy as she takes my hand and leads me from the veranda to a gazebo tucked into a stand of trees. Her face is flushed now, her breasts heaving against her dress as she tries to catch her breath.

We reach her sanctuary and Nadia pulls the door open, revealing a small, round room covered in cushions and lit with dim lanterns. She lifts me off my feet and carries me through the threshold bridal-style, looking at me with her eyes sparkling.

She drops to her knees in the middle of the room and lays me down among the many plush, jasmine-scented pillows. She rises to close and lock the door behind us, then descends onto my form, her face strained with yearning.

Her hands slide over my clothes, disrobing me until my sex is bare and sending tremors through my body. Nadia slides two fingers into her mouth as she watches me, sucking them and lolling her tongue across them until they glisten in the lamplight. She lowers them to my slit, gliding over my labia and settling on the tingling bundle of nerves between them. My hips move against them involuntarily, sending a strong flutter of bliss through my lower body. Nadia moans appreciatively as she watches me squirm below her, the flush of desire spreading down her neck and cleavage. Her fingers rub me in quick circular motions, making electricity crackle in my core. I am consumed by the ecstasy, my back arching, my voice raised in soft, urgent whines.

“That’s it, darling,” she coos. “That’s what I want. Let me make you feel good.”

My sex tightens, every muscle in my body seems to coil into a tight spring, and then the wave breaks over me. My walls pulse over and over, every crashing wave of euphoria bringing new worship to my lips, and Nadia unravels me, spiraling me down into a world of honeyed, humming white light.

My vision swims before me for a moment when I open my eyes, and then my Countess comes into view, smoldering above me with her lips gently parted.

“Nadia...that was...” I stammer.

She grins at me salaciously, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh. We’re not done,” she replies. “The party will last all night, darling. We won’t be missed for quite some time.”

“Are...are you sure?”

“I think it’s time you got that lesson now.”

The Arrangement (Chapter Five)

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four)

The next kiss is passionate and full of desire. He teases his tongue with yours. You suppress a moan squeezing his shoulders needing him to understand how you were feeling. The kiss ends and he dips his head down brushing his lips over yours before moving to kiss and suck at your neck.

“Wonho!” You gasp when he nips at the curve of your neck. 

He smirks before moving his lips back to yours in desperation. Your fingers fumble to unbutton his shirt and he lets you before ending the kiss and sitting up on his knees to pull his shirt off his shoulders. He tosses it away and you lift your hands to his torso, admiring the chiseled perfection of his upper body. You sit up wanting to kiss him again and he laughs before pulling you onto his lap before pecking your lips. You chase his lips for more but he gently holds you back from kissing him again.

“Your turn. Shirt off first.”

You bite your lip before reaching to pull it off. He groans as soon as it is tossed away, fingers sneaking up your waist and around to your back. You kiss him again, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his head. You grind your hips against his and he grunts his hips thrusting up towards yours for more. He unbuckles your bra and you quickly shed it and toss it somewhere behind the sofa. He ends the kiss and sits back to admire your naked upper body.

“You are fucking perfect.”

“Please,” you whisper hurriedly. “Please Wonho, touch me.”

His mouth attaches to your neck before he moves down to brush down the valley between your breasts you shudder fingers tangling in his hair again. A loud whine leaves as he begins to suck and nip at your breasts, his hips grinding up into yours again.

“Bed, let’s go to my bed,” you pant. Your desperation clear. He nips at your breast again determined to leave a mark and you bite your lip when he peeks up at your through his lashes. “Wonho, bed please. I need you.”

He groans, head tipping back at those last words and you lean down, lips brushing the side of his neck down to his chest. 

“Please,” you beg again before moving back up his neck. 

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when stands without warning, keeping you held against him before he moves to your bedroom. He drops you on the bed and you lean back watching him begin to unbutton his pants. You groan at how good he looks, hand trailing down your stomach. He can’t help but to zero in on your hand when your fingers start to play with the waistband of your leggings.

“Wonho?” You moan and his eyes snap up to yours. He inhales shakily and unzips his pants. “You promise this isn’t going to hurt our friendship?”

“Promise,” he says, his voice hoarse and deep. He pushes his pants down and the large bugle evident in his underwear makes you yearn for him more. His lips part and his breathing becomes heavy as he watches you getting desperate at just the sight of him needing you. “Fuck!”

You bite your lip, tipping your head, and he moves over you. His lips crashing against yours in a rush. His hands cradle your face, fingers curling tightly in your hair, the need from both of you evident in every movement now. 

His fingers hook around your leggings and panties pulling them down in one tug. You watch him admire you, his gaze raking over you and his hands fisting the sheets beside your hips. He wanted you so badly, he couldn’t have imagined you were this perfect under that pencil skirt and blouse. Months of his thoughts drifting to you and what was under those clothes doing you little justice.  

You pull him into you again, desperate for his touch, kissing him. A groan leaves you at the feel of his naked skin against yours. You lie back on the bed and he comes with you, hips pressing between your thighs. The kiss ends before he slips down your body slowly brushing his lips against your soft curves before he hooks his arms around your thighs pulling your legs further apart. Kisses are peppered down the inside of your thigh. You bite your lip, chest heaving as you watch him getting closer to where you ache for his attention.  

His tongue feels like heaven as he licks up your folds. You whimper when after he sits back a little.

“No,” you groan, your fingers tangling tightly in your sheets hips lifting off the mattress. “Please don’t tease me like that.”

He bites his lip, hand dragging down the inside of your thigh and moving up to your hip to pin you down. The start is soft, simple as he begins to lick and suck at your clit. Your whines and pants of pleasure giving him enough to keep going. You couldn’t deny it. He knew what he was doing when the pressure of his tongue steadily increased. Your hips rocking down onto his face in desperation.

“Mmm,” you grind down against his mouth. “Pl-please!” You cry out, needing more from him. 

He continues his assault against you. One of your hands falling to the back of his head keeping him there once you get closer to the cusp of pleasure. He slips one hand between your legs and slides a finger into you. He groans at the feel of you reacting to him once his finger curls inside of you. 

“That’s it Baby,” he says. “Forget about anything but how you feel. How I make you feel.”

You whine louder needing him to increase the pressure. He adds another finger spreading you wider for him. Your legs tremble and thighs threaten to close, but his shoulders keep them apart giving him all access. 

White blinding heat rips through you, your back arching, and hips jolting forward into his touch as he sucks hungrily at your clit and curls his fingers inside of you touching you right where you need. You scream his name so loud you are sure everyone in your building knows how good he is. Your nails dig into his back as you tremble under him. He keeps lapping at you until the tension releases from your muscles and you sink back into the bed. 

He sits up, wiping your release from his chin. You close your eyes, still trying to catch your breath, and fight the temptation to push him down under you like you want to.

He slips up your body to stare at you. “I don’t want to rush this but if I’m not inside of you soon then I won’t make it Baby.”

You smile weakly in encouragement, too far blissed out to say anything, before pulling him down into you for a thank you kiss. He ends it and sits up enough to reach down and press his tip at your entrance. His gaze flickers from watching himself slip into you inch by inch and your face. You touch his arms, before moving your hand to his jaw. Fingertips grazing his jawline, admiring how handsome he is.

“Stay,” you say quickly and he looks up at you as he slips in that last bit, buried to the hilt inside of you. Your walls already tightening around him. “Stay the night. I don’t want to rush this either and if you stay the night…”

“I’m not ready to be done yet either Baby.”

You smile, happy to hear him echoing your thoughts, before he leans down kissing you hungrily. He thrusts slow, easing out before pushing back in. His body covers yours, his arms forming a wall between you and the outside world. You pull away from his kiss, forehead pressing to his shoulder.

“Am I hurting you?” He murmurs, dipping his head down, worried he was too much.

You shake your head. “No, Baby you aren’t hurting me.”

He guides your lips back to his in a sweet kiss while he continues thrusting. The stretch of his length blissful and the deep strokes enough to bring you closer and closer to the edge again. You end the kiss to lay back and let him look at you getting lost to him. His hands find yours and he pins them to the mattress above your head.

“You feel so good,” you pant and his hips snap into yours sharply at the sounds of your praise. An audible gasp leaving you and he repeats it again loving that sound.

Two orgasms later you are spent as he buries himself in you making sure you get every bit of his cum. He collapses beside you. Both of your bodies damp with sweat and teetering on pure exhaustion. He drapes his arm around your waist, hand stroking up and down your side. Your smile at him, admiring how truly handsome he is.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“Anytime.”

You giggle before snuggling closer. He presses a few kisses to your face before groaning and shifting to stretch and pull you closer into him. Naked skin hot against the others.

“We should shower before you fall asleep,” he suggests noticing your eyes getting heavy. Pride blooming in his chest that he could bring you this much pleasure.

You giggle, “I don’t think I can stand that long.”

He laughs before slipping from you. You turn to watch him go into your bathroom. The sound of the water being turned on drifts to you before he appears in the doorway.

“I’m serious Wonho, I can hardly feel my legs.”

“I’m running a bath,” he muses before coming to you. “We can bathe and then you can get some rest before I spend a few more hours taking care of you.”

He drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you close your eyes at the thought of another round together. He was going to ruin you and you didn’t care at the moment.

“What do you say?”

“Carry me?”

He chuckles before picking you up easily and heading towards the bathroom.

————-

You wake up to his fingertips skimming up and down your back. You groan, sleep still weighing you down. Your eyes flutter open and he smiles lazily at you.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

A twitch of a smile teases the corner of his lips. “Maybe.”

You lean in and press your lips to his. He deepens it. His hand moving up your back to cradle the back of your head keeping your lips against his. He rolls onto his back pulling you with him. You sit up, straddling him.

“I could get used to this,” he teases. “Morning sex and then breakfast with a beautiful woman.”

“Who said anything about breakfast?” You ask, dragging the tip of your pointer finger over the lines of his abs.

He smirks. “I did. You’ve earned breakfast from yours truly after last night.”

You blush, hair falling over your shoulder. He loved teasing you and watching your reaction to him.

“You aren’t saying no, you know.”

You bite your lip before easing him into you. A moan tumbling from you at the stretch as you ease onto him. Your legs muscles ache but you ignore the burn, needing his pleasure more.

After several orgasms and showers of praise you sat on the couch while watching him in your kitchen. He would look at you every now and then giving you a tempting look that made you ache to go back to bed.

“Here you go,” he says softly handing you a mug of tea. His lips pressing to your temple. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Okay.”

He watches you, noticing something is off. “What is it?”

You shake your head then taking a sip.

“Baby,” he says, his tone shifting to one of authority. You huff and he takes the seat next to you. His hand on your thigh. “We don’t have to have breakfast.”

“It’s not that Wonho,” you say. Your head on his shoulder. “I’m just not ready to say goodbye yet.”

He smirks, he affected you more than you let on. “I can stay a few more hours. We can do whatever you want.”

“A movie, cuddles, and maybe a last goodbye?”

“Sure,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I know you said no, but my offer will always be on the table for you.”

“I know,” you mumble. “But I can’t do this long-term. Not when there are other girls involved.”

“I know.”

After a beat or two he stands and goes to the kitchen to get your breakfast together before calling you to the table. You sit next to him and enjoy your breakfast while discussing what movie you should watch.

(Chapter Six)