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Part Five

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Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3100+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Pining Hangman, Crying, Nat throwing herself from a moving vehicle, Sunny finding out about The Bet.

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

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You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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Hangman watches Sunny for a few moments, taking in the soft features of her face as she watches the point where the sunset meets the waves. He notices the numerous earrings that decorate the expanse of her ear, the jewelry glittering in the sunset. He traces the jewels with his eyes, fighting the urge to move the piece of hair that has fallen in front of her ear.

Hangman sighs, running a hand down his face, attempting to regain some composure. He continues to remind himself that this is not a date, Sunny is not here for him. Jake wonders if Phoenix would ever forgive him for making a move- the thought of thinking before acting on impulse almost new to Jake.

He gives her another moment to sit before breaking the silence- he tells himself it's for her, but really, he wants to sit there and look at her for just a moment longer. Jake doesn't know what it is, but he can't seem to take his eyes off of her, something resonating from her aura that just draws him in without her even trying.

He almost reaches over the bench seat to take her hand in his, just to feel the heat of her soft palm in his again, but he shoves the desire down, letting it sit deep in his stomach almost aching. So, he speaks, to keep himself from doing something stupid- something he can't take back.

"You ready to get the party started?" He smirks, fingers unbuckling his seatbelt. She follows suit, the seatbelt unclicking before retracting behind her right shoulder. Hangman slides out of his side of the truck before winding around the front and over to her door. He pulls it open and offers a hand to Sunny. She rolls her eyes, sliding out, then hitting his out turned hand on the back with her own, smacking it away.

"I was trying to be polite," Jake rolls his eyes, nothing but playful jest behind them, though he aches to feel her skin against his again, "My Mama would smack me if I was anything but polite to a lady while she gets out of a vehicle,"

"Looks like she raised you right," Sunny moves around him and down the bed of the truck. She grabs the side of the bed before planting one foot on the tire, pulling herself up into the bed with one swift motion. Hangman watches her with delight, taking note of the mismatched piercings that cover her other ear. "Too bad I was raised by my Uncle Remy, who taught me to never trust a man, "'cuz he's never met a man who wasn't playin' games","

"I never said that I wasn't playin'," Hangman watches as she roots around in her duffel. He takes in the way the tip of her tongue juts out from between her teeth, her eyes drifting to the side in concentration while she searches through the bag by touch alone. When she pulls her hand out, she grasps a magic marker and a handful of red "Hello My Name Is" stickers.

Jake quirks a brow, watching as she balances a nametag on her knee, marker cap held between her front teeth as she scribbles something across the tag. She quickly peels the tag from its backing before slapping it to her chest, smack on her left breast, her name and a small doodle of the sun adorn it. She moves to the next tag, the beginning of an 'H' being written before Jake speaks again.

"You do realize we wear our names on our uniforms, right?" Sunny's eyes drop Jake's chest, his last name printed in crisp white letters on the black plastic tag.

"Seresin, huh?" Her words are muffled a bit by the marker cap that's still placed between her teeth. Her hands move, eyes still locked on him. He beams with pride, smirk a little larger than before.

"Yes, Ma'am, that's me," Sunny caps the marker as she pushes herself to stand again, "That's why it's on my chest," He lets his finger trace the underside of the perfectly placed nameplate.

Sunny takes the chance to throw herself over the side of the pickup, landing loudly next to Hangman. He jumps back a bit at the suddenness of her movement and how she moved with such ease, eyes darting around her form, checking for any sign of distress. As quick as his eyes snap to her, a sticky nametag is pressed crookedly over the already pristine one on his chest. It reads "Hanged Man" in sloppy letters, a little doodle of a stick figure in the space next to it, the same kind of stick figure children use for the game Hangman. It's clever, really, but he glares down at it anyway.

"That's more correct, I think," She pats him again on the chest, right in the middle of his sturdy frame, a proud look on her face. There is a playfulness behind her eyes and it drives Hangman a bit more crazy. He hopes that she didn't feel the quickening of his heart under her palm.

She pulls her hand back as quickly as it was pressed against his chest. He almost reached out to grasp her wrist, to bring her hand back up to rest over his heart. Thankfully, he catches himself mid movement, instead, bringing his hand up to run through his hair.

Jake knows this woman will be the death of him, from the way she throws smirks around, to the red of her dress and down to the worn in cowboy boots. He's smitten, more than enough to put his best game forward for a chance at taking her home. He almost forgot she was there for Phoenix, almost, until a loud shriek pulls him out of his Sunny induced daydream.

He turns to see Phoenix practically throwing herself out of Rooster's Bronco, the vehicle still in the process of slowing down as she throws herself out of it. The nametags and marker are thrust into his hands as Sunny moves to round the bed of the truck.

The women move quickly, embracing each other with too much force. They would've ended up on the ground if Sunny hadn't braced herself for the impact of Natasha's body against her own. There is a mess of laughter and tears, the women pulling back to look each other in the face before pulling each other close again.

Hangman watches as tears spill down Natasha's face, her eyes scrunched together. This is the first time he has seen Natasha cry. It humanizes her. Her hard exterior breaking apart, glimpses of her true self now visible through the cracks.

The women rock back and fourth, spinning themselves around in a circle. Natasha is whispering to Sunny- Jake is too far away to make out the words. Then, his eyes catch Sunny's face, slick with tears but the look on her face is nothing but pure contentment. This is the first time Jake has ever seen a woman cry without pain marking the face. This repeats for a couple minutes, Hangman standing there next to the truck, watching women he barely knows, cling to each other like they might float away if they let go. Rooster's clapping Hangman on the back to signal his presence, pulling the Aviator from his thoughts.

"Let's go get some beers, give them a minute," Rooster speaks, motioning towards the door. Hangman nods an agreement and they move towards the front door, leaving the women to embrace in the parking lot.

"Oh my God, let me look at you," Phoenix cries, pushing Sunny back to peer into her eyes. They are full of tears, threatening to overflow as Phoenix's own dart around her face with her watery gaze before she is quickly pulling Sunny right back into her chest whispering 'oh, come here'.

"Nash, you are gonna kill me if you squeeze me any tighter!" Sunny almost has to claw Natasha further away from her body, but when they finally separate, Sunny brings her hands up to wipe tears from her best friend's cheeks.

Sunny lets her eyes dart around her friend's features, taking in the darkness of her eyes first. They are richer than the soil, with so much life within them, glittering gold in the sun. She brings a hand up to run her fingers over the slicked back hair on the side of Nat's head, right over her ear. Sunny traces the hair a few times, taking in the sharp corners of her brows, letting her eyes travel down to the sharpness of her jaw.

"You're beautiful, Nash, you know that, right?" Sunny compliments, giving her friend's shoulders a squeeze.

"Oh shut it," Nat laughs a bit, her cheeks tinted with a slight blush, "You are too,"

"Of course I am, what do you expect?" The women both stifle laughs, the joy continuing to bubble out of the pair.

"Come on, lets get some drinks and I'll introduce you to Rooster," Natasha grabs Sunny's hand firmly, lacing their fingers together and pulling her towards the door, "How was the ride down with Hangman? Did he behave himself?"

The women push into the bar and Sunny barely gets a chance to glace around before she is being pulled to the back of the large room, near an expansive set of windows with a perfect view of the sunset. Sunny lets her eyes catch the sunset for a brief second before turning back to Natasha.

"He was fine, kept his hands to himself. I can't say the same thing about his eyes, but a fine man like him can look at me anytime," Sunny laughs as Natasha's face crinkles up in disgust.

There is no awkwardness between the women. They behave like they have known each other for a lifetime, and in a way, they have known each other for some of the most important years of their lives. Sunny was there for every deployment and rank change and every course Natasha passed. Nat was there for Sunny when her first book got published, and then again for the next two. She has them on her book shelf, displayed proudly.

"Hangman, seriously?" She fake gags, grimacing.

"What? I said look, not touch," She nudges her friend's shoulder with her own, earning a half laugh from the other. "He's not my type, but it's nice to be noticed by a conventionally attractive man, okay! Even if he does look like some Mattel reject for the Ken Doll,"

"Who looks like a rejected Ken doll?" A voice breaks through the laughter. Sunny looks away from Natasha to see a sandy haired man, clad with a porn 'stache, looking too hot for his own good. He is looking up from the tabletop, magic marker in hand.

Sunny leans over to whisper in Natasha's ear, "Oh, my God, what is with all the hotties?" The comment makes Natasha turn a light shade of pink as she stifles a laugh behind her hand.

"Hanged Man does," Sunny replies simply, turning her attention back to the new man, earning a hearty snort from him in return.

"Oh, Darlin', you wound me," Hangman places a hand over his heart, feigning pain with a hearty grimace. All he earns is three distinct eye rolls from the group as he turns to walk towards the bar.

"I'm Bradley," The new man interrupts, holding a hand out towards Sunny, a wide smile on his face.

"Sunny," She shakes his hand, making sure to squeeze it tight. 'Folks remember good handshakes', the words play in her head.

"I gathered as much," Bradley sends a look to Nat, a small smirk on his lips, "This one hasn't stopped talking about you since she found out you were making your way to Fighter Town,"

"That's okay," Sunny smiles brightly, "I talk about her all the time too, I'm sure the guys at work are tired of hearing about her."

Natasha chuckles a bit, pulling Sunny in for another hug. Bradley puts his attention back to the tabletop where he is making his own nametag. The sight makes Sunny's smile a thousand watts brighter.

"I can't decide if I should draw a mustache or a dick on this," He speaks, gesturing down to the nametag, his cheeks sucked in in concentration. Sunny peeks over his shoulder, the nametag already reading "Rooster" in bold strokes. Nat looks too.

"Dick, definitely," The ladies respond at the same time.

"Oh my God, you better not do that all night," Hangman speaks, stealing the attention away from Rooster's new artistic endeavor. He holds four beers, two in glasses and two in cans, as well as a glass with dark liquid fizzing away inside.

"I can't make any promises," Natasha informs, taking the glass and a beer from Hangman. She hands Sunny the glass, her hands working before her brain, almost like they have done this exact thing a thousand times before. Probably because she is used to handing the glass to Bob.

"I didn't know if you drank, so I got you a beer, and a Coke," Hangman gestures to the glass, "It's a Pepsi, sorry, its San Diego, y'know?"

"Didn't you just say it was a Coke?" Sunny quirks an eyebrow, bringing the beverage up to her nose to give it a sniff. Definitely not a coke.

"Ignore, him," Bradley interjects, "He's from Texas so all Soda is a Coke to him, then they specify. It's stupid,"

"Well, I don't drink, so the thought was very sweet, thank you Jake," Sunny nods, raising the glass to him, "However, the 'Coke' first thing is dumb," and then she turns to Bradley, "And counterpoint, so is 'soda', where I'm from, we call it a 'pop'!"

"A pop?" The three Aviators speak in unison, sharing slightly bewildered looks with one another.

"The only other lunatic that calls a soda a 'pop' is Bob," Rooster reminds the group, his explanation complete with air quotes.

"Yeah!" Sunny is equally as bewildered at the thought, "Because the can makes a pop sound when you open it?" She explains it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. The Aviators "ahh" in unison, but at very different pitches, Sunny isn't sure anyone believes her explanation. "I'm just glad it's a Pepsi, honestly,"

Hangman looks offended, his mouth slack, eyebrows down.

"Texas," Rooster and Phoenix chime, each shaking their head side to side, much like one would while disciplining a child.

"So, Nash," Sunny slings her arm over her best friends shoulders, bringing the cup to her own lips with the other hand, "Where is this famous Bob I am supposed to meet?"

"Oh! He offered to stay back and finish the maintenance on the jet so I could get out here and meet you! He should be here in an hour or so,"

"He better be, he's usually the D.D.," Rooster sends a wink Hangman's way before he is reprimanded by Natasha.

"Nope, don't even think about it, boys! He is our ride, remember? That was the deal, breakfast burritos in exchange for getting him off of D.D. duty this week,"

The boys whine about it, mentioning that the burritos better be worth it, and that's when Nat leans into Sunny's side, whispering that they just might have to make the boys breakfast burritos now. Sunny agrees with a roll of her eyes, pleased to be getting roped into the shenanigans right off the bat.

"Or maybe, you guys can use your portion of the bet winnings to buy some burritos for yourselves," Nat speaks, the idea popping into her mind. "I really don't want to cook for your asses more than I already do,"

"Bet?" Sunny inquires.

"Oh right, the bet, I almost forgot," Bradley speaks, a wide grin falling over his lips.

"I hadn't forgotten," Jake interjects, "I knew from the moment I saw her that we'd won,"

Sunny is even more confused now, looking at Natasha for some sort of clue.

"You didn't tell her?" Jake asks, a bit surprised. Phoenix just shakes her head, a blush coming to life on her cheeks and over the tips of her ears. She hasn't blushed this much in a long, long time, but the warmth that spreads over her features also warms her heart a bit.

"What did you do?" Sunny asks, grabbing her friends shoulder. The gesture is playful, but Sunny attempts to make a serious face. It cracks when the corner of her lip quirks up just a bit, alluding to the smile she is holding back.

"We- the squad- sort of bet on if youwouldbehotornot" The last few words come out all together, mumbled under Nat's breath. She tried her best to cover them up, but Sunny wears a stern expression that reads 'try again'.

"We took bets on if you would be hot or not, since we didn't know what you looked like," Natasha explains a bit sheepishly, feeling a bit ashamed about it now. "In my defense, it was Rooster's idea."

"And you won?" Sunny asks. The group nods. "Great, then what's my cut?"

"Your cut?" Jake's a bit taken aback, his eyebrows jumping to his hairline. A wide smile has broken his usual smirk, the joy he is feeling no longer tucked behind a well rehearsed exterior.

"Yeah, my cut. You bet on me, and you won, because I am hot as fuck, and I think I deserve my share because I delivered," Sunny's explanation is nonchalant as she sips on her Pepsi. The Daggers break out into fits of laughter, their eyes squeezing shut, each wearing a bright smile.

Sunny worries for a second as the Daggers stare at her, smiling. She worries she might have said the wrong thing, gone too far with a group who doesn't know her humor.

"I knew I liked you for a reason," Natasha wraps her arm around Sunny, bringing her close yet again. The words comfort Sunny instantly.

"You like me for a lot of reasons," Her elbow meets the space between Nat's ribs, "Including the fact that I have continued to put up with your shenanigans for the last ten years. Remember when you were twenty-six and you met that couple outside the-"

Hangman and Rooster's eyes snap up to meet Sunny's, Natasha's hands coming up to conseal the words coming out of her friend's mouth. She is shaking her head violently, begging Sunny to quit talking, her eyes wide. Sunny tries to lean away from the hands on her face, a couple of words coming out unmuffled. 'Chevy' 'Cherry Flavored' and 'Inches' are the only words the boys could clearly make out, leaving them more confused than they began as Natasha's whole body flushed a deep raspberry, no doubt reliving the memory in her head.

Sunny sat there laughing, her hands around her friend's wrists, keeping her upright as she began to cackle, her whole body shaking with laughter. Everything feels right between the four, the laughter ringing out through the air.

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your-divine-ribs · 1 month

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No Nut November Part 2

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT! Van asks you to sit on his face. No plot whatsoever, just porn - I’m going to hell for writing this story it’s so dirty I’m sorry ha ha 🫣😂

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November starts off cold and wintry with fat, heavy raindrops lashing against Van's window and the wind whistling dramatically, awakening you from your sleep. Or maybe it's not the inclement weather that's disturbed your slumber, but something else.

You'd fallen asleep with Van's arm draped over your waist and you're surprised that it's still there. He's normally a restless sleeper, changing up his sleeping position frequently in the night. You'll often wake with him halfway down the bed, his body twisted at a bizarre angle, but the fact that he's snuggled in so close to you, head nuzzled into the back of your neck, body pressed up against you, tells you that he's already awake. That, and the sensation of something rock-hard digging into your ass.

"You awake?" You mumble groggily.

"Nuh-uh," comes the reply, and you feel him inch even closer, his fingers slipping under the cami top of your pyjamas, lightly brushing your skin.

"Liar," you giggle, wriggling a little at the ticklish sensation. This is how it usually starts. Tentative touches, featherlight fingertips tracing patterns on your skin, shivering you through with goosebumps. Next it'll be whispered words in your ear, the warmth of his breath on your neck, soft kisses scattered lazily across any available expanse of bare skin. Sometimes you'll feign resistance just to prolong his sweet advances. Sometimes you'll give in straight away, turning around in his arms and crashing your lips into his.

But today is different altogether. It's November after all.

"Mmm... babe..." he murmurs, his lips connecting with your bare shoulder, his hand gently caressing the soft skin of your belly.

"Ye-es?"

You draw out the word, smiling to yourself as you feel him pushing his hips gently against you. Another kiss is pressed to your shoulder.

"I had this amazing dream last night..."

You can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.

"Oh yeah? What happened?"

"Well... you were in it. And you were bloody insatiable. It was like you were sex-crazed! You couldn't keep your hands off me. You were ripping my clothes off and everything!"

You laugh. "Sounds like a nightmare!"

"Fuck was it... it was the best dream I've ever had. Reckon it's because of our hook up in the pub toilets. Ya know it was dead sexy when ya took control like that."

You push your bum back into Van's hips, hear him sigh in appreciation. You probably shouldn't be teasing him but you can't resist it. It's only day one of course so he should be absolutely fine. He's only got another twenty-nine to go after he's made it through this one.

"Oh, you liked it did you?"

"I loved it, I wish you did it more." Then he adds quickly "I mean I'm not complaining about how we usually do it. It was just hot... really hot."

His voice is low and throaty and he plants another kiss on your shoulder, wetter and more lingering this time, his lips dragging over your skin. You can still feel his rock-hard cock pressing into your bum and his hips move again, subtly grinding into you.

You remember Van once telling you that there was a reason for his usual early morning horniness, something about hormone surges on waking. You'd just laughed and joked and asked him when he wasn't in the mood. Again you wonder how he ever thought he'd be able to last for a whole month without blowing his load.

"Does it turn you on then?" You ask, feeling the glow of your own arousal start to bloom at the feel of his warm body pressed up against yours just so.

"Mmm... yeah," he sighs, his hands moving upwards over your ribs, fingertips just brushing the underside of your breasts. "I'm turned on now just thinking about it... massively."

You bite back another giggle. "I did kinda notice. Got woken up by your massive boner digging into my ass, didn't I?"

"Can't help it after that dream. Can't get it out of my head now. Maybe we could like act it out or something? I'll let ya do whatever ya want to me?”

His voice raises up hopefully at the end like he thinks his sordid offer will be enough to make you give in to his advances, and to be honest it usually would be, but you marvel at the fact that he might have already forgotten the challenge he eagerly accepted just the night before.

You roll over on to your back and then keep going until your body's angled towards him, propping yourself up on an elbow so you can look down on him, smirking to yourself at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers.

"You forgetting something Van?"

You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly, placing a palm flat against his chest, feeling the steady pounding of his heart. He looks gorgeous anytime, but you can't help but think how irresistible he looks right now, his sleep-tousled mousy brown hair splayed out on the pillow, his full pink lips moistened as he licks at them with a thoughtful expression.

"What... it's not like an important day or something is it and I've gone and forgotten?"

He looks mildly panicked for a second and you frown at him. "How drunk were you last night?"

This just makes his puzzlement grow. "I wasn't that bad, I mean yeah, I'd had a few... more than a few, we both had... but I remember everything perfectly. Not gonna forget last night in a hurry though am I love?"

His lips pull into a grin as he trails his fingers over the waistband of your pyjama shirts, dipping lightly inside. You reciprocate by sliding your own hand down over his chest, then his ribs and the small swell of his tummy, stopping at the elastic of his boxers, tugging it with your fingers.

"I'm not talking about the sex, I'm talking about the... errr... agreement we made. You're not telling me you've forgotten about it already are you?"

Now he looks really confused, his brow furrowing into a comical expression.

"Jeez Van... talk about short term memory loss... or maybe it's just selective."

"I don't know what..." he begins but then he stops, abruptly, realisation dawning on him as the memory comes trickling back to him. His fingers instantly still their sensual dance on your hips.

"Oh god... I've remembered now... that bloody no nut thing. Seriously? We're really gonna do this?"

"Well..."

You smile mischievously, letting the elastic waistband of his boxers snap back lightly against his skin, running your tongue over your teeth before you catch your bottom lip, playfully seductive.

"I mean you did accept the challenge last night, but if you don't think that you're up to it..." you pause, your eyes flicking down to his obvious erection. "Umm maybe that's the wrong choice of words..."

Van looks conflicted, his competitive steak battling with his libido which just happens to be in overdrive this morning after his smutty dream.

"Ahh fuck.... what ya trying to do to me, huh? Ya trying to kill me, I swear!"

You ignore this, your hand that was toying with his underwear moving towards your own midriff, peeling the top of your pyjama shorts down to show the pink lace of your panties, tucking the tips of your fingers under the waistband, looking him right in the eye as you speak. "Of course it's only you that this applies to if you accept the challenge. I can still come... as many times as I like."

Van's brows furrow into a little peak as his mouth falls agape, his eyes pooling with desire. "You drive me crazy, ya know that? How the hell am I gonna manage the whole month with you teasing me like this?"

Your hand begins a steady descent towards your aching heat, pulsing now at the thought of a sexually frustrated Van watching you get yourself off. You'd always been so eager to give him pleasure before, hearing his needy groans and watching his face contort as he lost control, but somehow the idea of denying him that pleasure is just as much of a turn on. Especially if you get to hear him beg.

"Come on... you're not gonna fail on day one are you? I mean, I knew you'd find it tough but seriously?"

"But you're not playing fair babe," he complains, his voice tight. He can't keep his eyes off you as he watches the tell-tale movements of your hand beneath the cover of your shorts, and when a small moan slips past your lips his eyes darken all the more. "Aren't I even allowed to touch you?"

"I don't think you've been good enough," you say, dipping a fingertip inside yourself, gathering some moisture which you spread upwards over your clit, sighing deeply.

"At least let me watch," he whines, tugging at the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down, your panties slipping down at the same time as they slide down your hips. You let them go, shifting on the bed to assist him, kicking them down your legs and off as Van watches on.

"Remember no touching, yeah?" You smirk, pushing your hips forwards and spreading your legs to give him a better view as your fingertip slides over your folds, dipping again into the warm wetness between your thighs.

Van doesn't answer straight away and you see his hands stiffen as they rake at his thighs as he struggles to fight his urges.

"Fucks sake..." he groans, one of his hands wandering upwards, brushing against the bulge in his underwear, making himself shudder.

"I said no touching, okay?" You repeat, more sternly this time, and he mutters out an agreement. He looks desperate as he watches you pleasuring yourself, his eyes hooded and clouded with lust. You can tell he wants to reach out and touch you, or touch himself… but he can't do either. He's being good... obedient. This thought just makes you even hotter, wondering how far you can push him. His begging words and pleading tone from the previous night echo through your mind, arousing you even more.

"Oh god... that feels so good," you murmur, your words merging into a moan to demonstrate to Van exactly how good it feels as you plunge a finger into your soaking core, feeling your slickness coating it as you slide it in further and then add another finger, beginning to pump them in and out at a slow pace.

It feels amazing, but as pleasurable as it is, it's nothing like when Van touches you. You gaze longingly at his hands which are now clenching into fists and then flexing open as he fights to control himself. His fingers are so long and skilful and he knows your body so well that he can usually bring you to the peak of climaxing within minutes.

"Wanna touch you so bad," he whines. "Or myself. Not sure if I can take this."

You ignore him, increasing your efforts, your fingers sliding over your drenched flesh, the other hand rising up to push up your top, pinching and tugging at your stiffened nipples. You're so close.

"Think I'm gonna come soon," you moan breathily, arching your back as you start to feel small swells of pleasure radiating from deep down, your breathing getting ragged and urgent now.

Van looks the picture of desperation, his eyes darting about wildly, flicking between your face to your breasts to between your legs on a continuous cycle, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gets more and more turned on. Seeing him yearning for you like this is a dream, you feel powerful and in control and your mind starts to wander, imagining how you might punish him if he gives in... no... when he gives in. There's absolutely no way he's going to manage to last all month. You just know it.

"But I wanna make you come," he suddenly blurts, his voice choked and hoarse, thick with desire. "Please Y/N. Even if I can't come at least let me touch you. I really wanna touch you, wanna kiss every inch of you. Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours."

Fuck...

His filthy words travel straight down to your core, fanning the flames that are already burning brightly, your resistance wavering at his pleas.

"Please baby... please..."

And then before you can react he's reaching for your hand, pulling it upwards to his parted lips, his tongue flicking out to taste you, sighing a passionate appreciation as he licks your juices clean off your fingers. You're so turned on you could practically come from just watching him, your heat throbbing for a release after your attentions.

"Fucking hell Van," you murmur, your whole body feeling hot, your cheeks glowing as he looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes.

"Wanna go down on you... please. Or even better... sit on my face. Fuck... I want you to do it so bad. I've been dreaming about it for ages. Just 'cause I can't come doesn't mean I can't get you off does it?"

His voice rises up, high and tight, and your breath catches in your throat, your heart jumping like you've just been shocked. It's not that you're shy or a prude. Van knows every inch of your body intimately, and you think he'd probably spend hours nuzzling between your thighs if given half the chance, but there's something about his request that makes you hesitate. The act just seems so brazen, so much more intimate. You'd be completely exposed to him in a way that makes your heart pound and your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of scarlet. But you'd be completely in control and the thought thrills you, imagining him lying beneath you whilst you use him entirely for your own pleasure.

"I want to... it's just..."

You pause, mind scrambling, not being able to think straight as Van tugs at your top, pulling it up over your head as you raise your arms up to allow him.

"Just... what...?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, leaning forward to capture your lips with his. You can taste the slight tang of your arousal on him and it ignites your passion even more and you hook a leg eagerly over his waist, grinding yourself against him. You feel a slight wetness on his boxers and you're not sure if it's from you or if he's so turned on he's leaking pre-cum already.

"Fuck babe... you can't do that," he croaks out in a strangled whisper as he pulls away. "That's not bloody fair. Come on, climb up. Let me take care of you. You trust me right?"

"Of course I do," you reply. "It's just that what if... what if..." you hesitate, giggling as you know the words are ridiculous before they've even left your mouth. "What if I... suffocate you?"

Now it's Van's turn to laugh, and the sound is low and deep, rumbling in his chest. "Course you're not gonna suffocate me love... and if ya do... well I can think of worse ways to go!"

You both laugh then, but Van's laugh dies away quickly, his eagerness to taste you taking over, pushing himself back and away from you, taking his position flat on his back a short distance from the headboard. He beckons with his hands and an earnest look in his eyes, full of heat and lust. You glance down at his plush pink lips as he licks at them, filthy images running through your head about how they'll make you feel. You know then that you can't wait any longer.

You pull yourself up to a sitting, then a kneeling position, fingers grasping the headboard. Your cheeks are aflame, but it's not the only part of you. You're positive you'll actually burst into flames the way that Van's looking at you, his eyes fixed firmly on your already glistening pussy as you tentatively raise up a leg to move across him, straddling his shoulders and resting yourself on his chest. You're self-conscious as you feel your wetness connect with his bare skin, but the friction makes you groan nevertheless.

You look down on him lying there, so eager to please, and your eyes meet briefly before they flick away, back to your heat. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips again and you feel excitement lurch in your belly at the anticipation.

"Come on," he urges, fingers curling keenly around your thighs, trying to lever you forward. "You look so good like this. Wanna fuck you with my tongue."

You lift yourself up, meaning to manoeuvre yourself into place, but you don't get chance. Van's grip on your thighs tightens, clamping on with force, pulling you down towards him, his breath fanning hot on your thighs.

"Van!" You gasp out loud, resisting for all of about two seconds before you let yourself sink lower. You don't have much choice in the matter anyway, he's much too strong, but in any case as you feel his lips connect with the flesh of your inner thighs, pressing warm, wet open-mouthed kisses there you're a lost cause.

You screw your eyes shut, feeling the sensation of his tongue as he licks a long, thick stripe right up your centre and you can't hold back the loud groan that erupts from you. Your eyes flick open to look down on him where you find his eyes on yours, looking right back as he sets to work, tongue flicking over your clit, laving at it like you're the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. A moan of pleasure and appreciation falls from him, sending vibrations right through your core. You almost come undone there and then from his unwavering eye contact which just heightens everything, your body flooding with heat.

"Fucking hell," you breathe, feeling his grip tighten vice-like on your thighs, dragging your hips down even further. You hadn't realised that you were holding back, your body taut, bracing your legs to allow him some space, but it soon becomes clear that he doesn't need or want that space. He wants you closer, as close and you can be. He wants the sensation of your slick core on his face, quite literally smothering him, and who are you to deny him... especially when it feels so good.

"Relax babe," he splutters out, pulling away momentarily. "Let me take care of ya."

So you do.

And then it's not just his tongue, but his lips too, even his nose rubs deliciously against your clit as he licks and sucks at every part of you, impassioned moans emitting from him as he works you over. It's quite possibly the most heavenly sensation you've ever experienced, and you feel your self-consciousness dissipate like your soul leaving your body, evaporating away, leaving nothing but your want and your need, and your desperate desire to get yourself off. You press your hips forward, eager for more, grinding against his face.

His fingers are digging deep furrows into the flesh of your thighs, holding you steady. It's like he can't get enough of you, like he means to drown in you. The sights, the sounds and the heady scent of you overwhelming him, intoxicating him as he delves his tongue inside you, lapping up your juices.

You gasp his name again, feeling the coil in your gut winding tight, threatening to snap. His tongue drags over every fold and dip, exploring you fervently. You're so wet now from your arousal and his saliva that you can hear the lewd noises his mouth makes on you, wet, smacking noises that mix with your urgent whimpers and his groans, a symphony of sound that drives you into a frenzy. You push your hips back and forth to increase the blissful friction, and you dimly wonder how you ever felt self-conscious.

"Oh god!" You almost howl as his tongue flicks over a particularly sensitive part, and he hones in on your pleasure, pursing his lips around your bud and sucking until you're almost seeing stars. Every little movement he makes feels more intense in this position, increased by the undulation of your own hips, giving you the control to guide the bliss flowing through you.

"I’m so close!" You gasp out, feeling your body tighten, every single fibre of you screaming out for your release.

You feel Van shift beneath you, his fingers flexing on your thighs, and you ease up your pressure, rising up slightly to look down on him as he breaks away briefly. He looks an absolute vision lying there, smile stretched wide across his lips which are glossy from your arousal, as is his nose and chin, in fact every part of his face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened with a glaze of lust and desire. He's panting slightly.

"Are you okay?" You ask, suddenly aware how unequal all of this is, trying to imagine how turned on he must be and for once you have no intention of returning the favour, a dark part of you actually enjoying this notion.

"Yeah, yeah," he murmurs, like he's in some kind of trance, looking up at you with awe. "Want you to come all over my face Y/N. C’mon… I wanna taste ya so bad.”

And even as the words leave his lips, he's pulling you down again in a sharp movement which catches you by surprise, almost making you lose your balance as your slick heat presses against him once more. This time you chase your high, bucking against him at exactly the right spot, using him like he wants to be used, each thrust of your hips bringing you closer to your peak.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" You hiss out, the coil in your gut finally snapping, a blissful wave of euphoria washing over you, your legs trembling and your whole frame shaking. One hand drops down to his hair where you grab a fistful, tugging it harshly at the roots, the other gripping the headboard so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

You can feel your thighs tensing involuntarily as they squeeze around Van's head as you ride out the high of one of the most intense orgasms you've ever experienced. It takes you a while to come back down to earth, finally falling to the side in a heap on the mattress as you do, your legs reduced to jelly. Van lies next to you, panting to catch his breath, blissful grin stretched ear to ear like it does when he knows he's fully satisfied you and you almost feel sorry for him when you glance down to see the painfully hard erection tenting his boxers. Almost... but not quite.

"That was amazing love," he sighs. "Fucking 'ell though, I'm so turned on I almost came in my pants!"

Then he tips his body on to the side, propping himself up on an elbow, wiping your cum from his mouth on the back of his hand. "How was it for you?"

He beams at you and you grin back, still feeling that hazy post-orgasm bliss. "So good, I don't think I can even walk now. My legs have turned to mush!" You giggle, mirroring his position, reaching out a hand to drape it over his waist.

"You're fucking amazing you know," you purr. You lean your body into his, raising up your leg again to wrap over his hip. "I'm such a lucky girl."

You're aware that your body is connecting with Van in just the right place... or should that be the wrong place... but you're in the mood to tease, fully sated now as you are. Despite Van's earlier protestations about playing fair no ground rules were set last night, so as far as you're concerned it's fair game.

"Mmm... you are," he agrees, a shudder passing through him as you softly grind your core against his hard dick, your hard nipples pressing up against his bare chest. Then you see his features darken. "But you're also a very bad girl."

"Me?" Your voice is soft, the picture of innocence, pretending you're not aware of the effect that you're having on him.

"Yes... you," he almost groans, pushing your leg down, untangling himself from your arms with determination. "I know what you're trying to do and I'm not losing this challenge. I'm strong, I can do this. You just wait and see."

His tone is tenacious and you're quite surprised. You can see his pained expression as he tries unsuccessfully to adjust the bulge in his boxers, frowning at the damp patch which has definitely grown. He gets to his feet, still grimacing, forcing a challenging smile as he looks down on you lying there, naked and inviting.

"Where are you going?"

He huffs animatedly. "Bloody cold shower. What do you think?"

A loud laugh forces it way free and he smirks sarcastically at you before he turns to leave the room. "We'll see who's laughing shall we when I win this challenge and then I get to do anything that I like to you."

"Not happening Van," you shake your head even though he's walking away. "Not happening. Get ready for your punishment!”

"We'll see about that," is his reply.

"Yes we will," you smirk to yourself, wicked plans swirling through your head. "And no wanking when you're in there remember!"

Part 3

#no nut november #catb imagines #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic #smut

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ftm2bbw · 1 year

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I gingerly stroke your chest as I press into your thick, meaty hips, drawing swirls in your skin as I make my to your nipples. I whisper in your ear, "Come on, you know you want to go all out. I've seen the way you look at yourself in the mirror. You know you want this." I grip firmly, taking in handfuls of your tits, the expanse spilling between my fingers.

"I can do that for you, you know. You don't even need to lift a finger. All you have to do is lie back and let me stuff your face."

I gesture to the fully laden trays of milkshakes and desserts. "I even have your first course ready. Now, are you going to be a good cow for me and say 'aw'?"

I push you down onto your bed, it creaks under your burgeoning weight. I walk to your bedside with the first tray: a thick, frosty strawberry milkshake, paired with a caramel drizzled cheese cake. "Don't worry about it taking too long, I remembered to dose this with your 'special medicine.' You're gonna plump up even more in no time, and you'll have those udders you've always too, with all the milk you can drink."

I tip the milkshake into your expectant mouth. The chilled, fruity cream streams down your chin and drips onto your ample breasts. I lick them clean, pawing and groping at them for good measure. Next comes the cheesecake. Slice by slice, I serve the caramel covered confectionary in your greedy mouth, little flecks of caramel dotting your cheeks.

When you swallow the last slice, you suddenly feel it hit you. Your whole body suddenly feels warm. A euphoria starts to set in. The skin around your breasts grows taut, firming up with pressure as your hormones go wild. They start to redden and swell. In a matter of minutes your tits graduate from cantaloupes to watermelons, to blue-ribbon winning pumpkins. Just when you think you can't take the pressure anymore, milk starts to stream from your nipples. Droplets at first, but it soon swells to a spray. You softly moan from the release. I tongue and bite at your damp nipple and start to suckle. You moan louder. I drink you until you're just at your edge and I pause, a mischievous and horny grin on my face.

"Ready for your second course?"

~🍨

I wouldn't be able to resist you, melting under your touch at the promise of such sweet treats. Of course, I'm no stranger to indulgence - I wouldn't be this soft and fat and heavy if I was.

I'd moan around every gulp of milkshake and every bite of rich, fattening treat. Arching my back as I pressed into your touch, thrusting my heavy tits out as my belly softly wobbles. Absolutely lost in my own hedonism.

Leaning into your touch even more as my tits swell and grow into properly massive udders. Needing your attention on them, needing you to milk me. I'd be mad with pleasure, panting and moaning as our movements make every inch of my soft body bounce and jiggle.

And still, I'd need so much more. After all, I clearly can't help myself...

#being told “you know you want this” shouldn't be so hot...#I may or may not have been edging myself to this ask oops #fuck #🍨 anon #ask.txt

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hwaflms · 2 years

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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚!⭒classmate!eric x reader 𖦹 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘! ⭒suggestive 𖦹 𝗪𝗖!⭒1k 𖦹 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦! ⭒highly suggestive content (no explicit sex), a lot of heavy making out, swearing

[ 11:47 a.m.] "shh, eric, shut the fuck up, you're gonna get us caught."

"i bet you'd like that–"

he probably was going to get the two of you caught one of these days. it was ironic how he said you'd be the one to enjoy it when part of you thinks he gets off on the thought of getting caught, the idea of someone walking in on the both of you doing something you shouldn't be doing typically something that would appeal to him.

pushing open the door of the janitor's closet, you walk in, eric stumbling in noisily after you. you turn to glare at him, only for him to grin innocently back at you in return, shutting the door and locking it. ah, that lock.

something about the whole risqué nature of yours and eric's escapades caused a whole different type of warmth to pool in your stomach; the lying about feeling sick and needing to pay the nurse a visit, the sneaking around campus to find a place to make out, the hushed giggles, the janitor's closet itself.

the locking of the door was really the cherry on top, the icing on the cake. oh, and not to mention the way eric was looking at you now and how that served to dampen your panties.

finally positioned the way you liked it– you with your back against the door, peering up at him and eric towering over you, a singular hand placed slightly above your head, effectively caging you and holding you in place– you released a sigh, clasping your hands behind your back and smiling up at eric.

"hi", you giggled, making him let out a half-scoff and half-laugh, bringing a hand up to daintily caress the side of your face, picking a loose strand of hair between his fingers and twirling it around one sensually. "hi", he replied sarcastically, tucking the lock of hair behind your ear and leaning in a little closer with a small smile.

"i think we might need to find a new place from now on. i have a feeling that mr. kwon is getting suspicious about how this stupid bucket is always knocked over", you inform him, glancing at the said bucket that had toppled over due to eric's usual clumsiness.

"but i like this closet. it's so cosy and so, so tight", he remarked, voice gradually growing deeper as the sentence progressed. you let out a huff, drawing patterns on his firm chest with your nail ever so slowly, catching your bottom lip between your teeth while looking up at him. "is that so? what else is...tight in this room?" you preened, dragging your nail down his chest, bringing out a groan from him.

"hmm let's see. how about your little cunt", he smirked in an almost sadistic manner, your eyes widening at his brashness, only to narrow with a playful glint. "oh yeah? maybe it's because you just can't fuck it right, sohn."

his own eyes narrow as well, gaze darkening when his hand came up to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze. "you're asking for trouble, princess", he said, tone light and airy when his actions proved to be contradictory, hand tightening and lip curving up slightly.

"and what are you gonna do about it?", you challenged, knowing you pushed all the right buttons when he lets out a low growl, crashing his lips onto yours hungrily. the kiss is a fierce one, full of aggressive tongues and clashing teeth, hands messily roaming the expanses of each other.

his lips move together with yours in a way that shows that he is in control of the kiss, tongue swirling around as if exploring you, mouth devouring yours furiously. his hand moves away from your neck and finds its way to your breast, squeezing and kneading it in his palm harshly, causing you to cry out into his mouth.

he manages to suck your tongue into his mouth, lips sliding up and down the length of it before attaching them back to yours for another kiss just as passionate as the last. his soft, pretty lips move on to commence their attack on your neck, licking, sucking and biting at your supple skin.

tilting your head back and moving your hair to your other shoulder, you allow him more access to your neck and an efficient way for him to grab a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging on it just enough for it to sting yet feel pleasurable.

his curious hands find their way to your ass, tugging you up and into him before delivering a sharp slap to your ass cheek and grabbing a handful of it.

"god, i love this fucking uniform", he moans out against your mouth. "this short little skirt on you, giving me such easy access to this perfect ass of yours." with that, he brings his hand down against your ass sharply another time, delivering a resounding slap and grinding his hips into yours. he flips your skirt up, slipping his hands under your panties and grabbing your bare ass, giving it a tight squeeze which elicited a breathy sigh from you.

finally pulling away, a string of saliva connected your mouths, both of your lips red and puffy, chests heaving and pupils dilated. two of his fingers travel up your body to break the string, the spit now coating them and he holds them up to your mouth, tapping your bottom lip and mouthing "ahh". rolling your eyes, you still obliged and parted your lips, allowing for him to shove his fingers in, sucking them dry.

he let out an uncharacteristically broken sigh, eyes boring into yours before leaning in to lick a stripe in between your now pouting lips. he places his hands on your shoulders, the lust and desire that he felt practically radiating off of him. "on your knees, baby."

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babblydrabbly · 2 years

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Ok, so:

Would it be safe to say that, much like booty worship, Rick is perfectly fine with body hair (bc not all women shave or shave daily) & scars & is a-ok with stretch marks? (I think he would find stretch marks sexy) Like, can this all be canon?

curved around you || rick flag x plus sized f!reader smut

warnings: fluff. language. lovebites. oral (f receiving). squirting. handjob. definitely booty worship. wordcount: 1.3k+ [ A/N: Our rick flag loves every inch of us fr fr. ]

"What on Earth are you doing back there?"

You pry your eyes from the light of your tablet, craning your neck to look at the man lying beside you- or rather- behind you. You shift on your stomach over the sheets, your soft shirt riding up slightly to expose your belly, your middle.

Rick's angular jaw is a sharp, hard line against the soft curve of your hip. He pays you no mind as he drags it over your back. You let out a breathy chuckle as his stubble scratches over your skin.

"Have I been ignoring you too long, Rick Flag?" You murmur. The man hums.

He props himself on an elbow to reach the space that slopes downward- the place where your back ends and the swell of your ass begins. Drawing his lips together, you can't see from the corner of your eye, but you can feel his warm lips press a kiss where you know a small dark mark rests.

"I'm enjoyin' myself." He assures you. His hand reaches across your ass, a finger curling around the waistband of your lounge shorts to tug it down ever so slightly. You feel another kiss linger across the expanse of skin as Rick seems content to make his way across every inch of your backside.

Finally, you remove your glasses and turn over, and Rick doesn't hesitate to move his little mission along your exposed belly. His five o'clock shadow feels pleasant against the small paler lines that stripe their way vertically along your stomach. You watch as his hand sinks into your soft flesh- how he caresses your body with his thumb in soft, tender circles.

You've always marveled at Rick's wide hands- how his arms could envelop the parts of you that you knew were bigger than anyone he'd ever held before. And he seemed to marvel in the way every inch of you came together to form someone he could never get enough of. You slide your hand down your side, over the stretch marks that decorated you like finishing touches.

"You're in a mood." You note with a smirk. Your hand meets Rick's face where you cup that cutting jawline.

He mouths at your palm with closed eyes, a wet kiss sending a shiver from your wrist all the way to your chest. "Can't help it."

Rick shoots up from the bed then, getting up on his knees to coax you back around. You laugh at his sudden enthusiasm- at how quickly a pillow winds up under your belly before you're pressing your chest back down onto the mattress where you just were, your tablet and emails forgotten now. You sigh contentedly into the soft downy, your nipples firming up as your silky shirt rubs over your breasts.

Rick's fingers find their way back into your waistband- this time tugging your shorts and panties all the way down your thighs. You oblige him, spreading your knees apart to accomadate the man's large form as he discards your sleepwear over the edge of the bed. He lowers himself between you, his own long body slotting against you with ease. You smile as you feel his bare shoulders between your inner thighs, his shirt off and somewhere on the floor too.

He's all tongue and teeth as he starts with your ass, biting and sucking new marks over the natural ones that decorate you. He takes his time as he sucks a mark over the fleshiest part, pulling away with a wet sound. Rick Flag could never get enough of your ass and you could never bring yourself to deny him.

He makes his way across and down, even pulling another welt from the skin of your inner thigh, and the action makes you gasp. You spread your knees a little wider then, drawing a chuckle out of Rick as you push yourself back against his mouth.

The seam of your sex is glistening by the time Rick finally flicks his tongue out and takes a swipe at your wet folds. You hum and press your grin into another pillow at the head of the bed.

"How am I makin' you feel, darlin'?" He asks, a smile on his lips. He nuzzles his mouth against your folds before you can answer, tongue dipping again to steal a taste from deeper inside you. You grip at the pillow- bundle it up as you bury your grin in it.

Rick's hand snakes it's way up between your thighs. You give him a surprised squeal when his thumb presses to your clit.

"Rick," His name melts off your tongue. He massages the bundle of nerves in easy circles, the rest of his fingers threading through the soft thatch of hair around it.

All the while, Rick thrusts his tongue into you deeper; each stroke raises the goosebumps over your skin as you begin to heat up quickly.

Rick groans when your hips roll, pressing you to his face. You cry out when his tongue leaves your entrance, the wet muscle replacing his thumb at your clit. He swirls it around, dragging it up to dip into you again, but keeps going. You moan when he glides past the space between your entrance and the tight ring of muscle above it.

Rick adjusts his position, lifting his arms out from between you. He settles his biceps on your thighs as he takes you in both his hands, spreading you apart carefully. You buck when you're met with his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle.

You wobble on your knees. Rick loved to take you apart like this- loved to patiently coax every kind of sound he could from you with every little stroke of his tongue or fingers or cock. He pins his arosual between his belly and the sheets, content with the friction as he rolled his own hips against the bed with every stroke of his tongue.

You whine when Rick licks another long stripe, all the way down this time, circling back at your swollen clit. You clench around nothing as he spreads your lips wide with his thumbs, lapping up at the juices that have gushed from your center.

"Taste so fuckin' good, baby." He says, taking a moment to drag his stubble against your inner thigh. He gives another lick from entrance to entrance, and you arch your back until your hips can't lift any higher.

"Please, Rick." You whimper, rolling your hips to find that warm, smirking mouth. Rick leans in to meet you, and you yelp when parted lips latches onto your clit and give a long, hard suck. He slips to fingers into your wet entrance slowly and curls them. As he starts pumping them in and out of you, you begin to pant, a high whine leaving you with every breath as you repeat his name over and over.

You come with your fingers fisting the sheets. With your knees spread so wide and his fingers working you so deeply- Rick knows exactly how to pleasure you until you're gushing, the stream of liquid hitting his tongue and dribbling down his chin onto the bed. You shudder, eyes rolling up into your head as his tongue continues to circle around your clit until your hips stutter and you whimper.

Rick bites one of your cheeks. One last bite before he's on his knees again. He crawls over your body, until he can kiss your neck, your jaw. You turn, grabbing both sides of his face to kiss him deeply, stealing a low growl from him. You don't miss the way his length rests thick and warm against the cleft of your ass. You reach behind yourself, wrapping your fingers around his arousal. He bucks, twitching in your palm.

"That was nice." You tease breathily. He grins, "Sure was."

You stroke him a few times, loving the way his hips roll under your simple ministrations. He groans against your neck, burying his face there. Rick snakes an arm around your middle to squeeze your belly, squeeze your body closer to his as he grinds against you.

You press your thumb to the head of his cock and feel the bead of precum spread under your touch. The yelp you draw from the colonel at the action makes you grin.

"Your turn."

#this was supposed to be like five lines and oop #I fic'd #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag smut #rick flag #dceu smut #dceu fanfiction #colonel SIMP #femalefilmaker #plus sized reader #I hope ur ok with plus sized reader #I just vibed with it

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jazz-miester · 3 years

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Rhapsody

Pairing: mtmte Megatron x Reader

Reader type: Female Human

Song: nfwmb - Hozier

Warnings: Alluding to smut. Short but sweet.

An: This was originally going to be a part of an original story but hey. Here ya go. Let me know what you think!

Nothing tastes quite as sweet as her honeyed lips. Soft against mine as we speak in the moonlight. Her body on mine. Twined together like vines on a castle wall.

I can only pray for her love. Sweet like wine and smooth as whiskey. She draws me in like no other. Her words dripping past her lips. Filling my chest till it bursts.

Her name is on my tongue. My muse for a sinful art. Hands on curves, bruising skin for her pleasure. Blossoming like flowers on green earth.

Preaching like a man at the alter. Exchanging sins for bliss. My lips on her. Trailing, teasing trembling limbs. One sinful priest revered by one faithful follower. In love, in death. To the soft green on earth.

Her cries are that of rapture. Brought forth and remade. She is a coveted beauty. Glowing skin haloed by moonlight. A crown sits on her brow. Her power over me.

Her hands are on my cheeks, drawing me upwards. I am led like a shepard's lamb. To feed, to slaughter, I do not know. This woman is god's greatest fear. Though she holds nothing but love against her breast.

She speaks her love on my lips. I cry out into the night. High and sweet is the sound. Like a lark to the sun.

"I am here! I am here!" It says. She answers with a force so great I am sent to my trembling knees. No God can save me now. I am lost in her. Forever condemned to serve her.

Such pleasure wrought by pain.

The figure beneath the covers moves. Baring skin to open air. Megatron stops in his writing. Watching the one he loves most curl beneath the blankets. Hair framing their soft face. Lips plumped and bruised from that nights activities.

His spark swelled at the sight of them.

He can't help himself when he reaches over. Trailing a large finger down their bare back. Pulling forth shivers as they mutter in thier sleep. He smiles. Brushing back loose hair.

"I love you. You know that?" His voice rumbles deep within his chest. He should have fallen into recharge hours ago. But after his love had fallen asleep he just couldn't help himself. He began writing with fervour he hasn't had since the start of war.

He brushes his finger along the length of their body. Over rounded hips and dimpled thighs. More than once she has voiced her dislike over her body.

Of the scars wrapped around her hips and chest. Along the gently rounded expanse of her stomach. She hated the dimples in her thighs. Or the crookedness of her teeth.

Primus.

He has never seen a sight like her.

He could go on forever about how he loves her.

He loves the strength of her body. The way it can carry the weight of everything she has ever had to hold.

The softness of her body. The way it draws you in with sensual swaying hips. Or the way it brings comfort to them all.

All of her imperfections. All her flaws. Primus he sees not one in her body.

Not one within her.

How he often wonders why she chose him out of any other. The one who willingly tried to take over her planet.

The only one who gets to see her bared like this.

Lips pressed to the most vulnerable parts of her.

Rhapsody.

That is what she is to him.

Rhapsody.

Died and brought forth anew.

A second chance for a mech who never deserveds it.

#maccadam #mtmte megatron #mtmte megatron x reader #megatron x reader #idk man #transformers fanfic #transformers #mtmte

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getitinbusan · 3 years

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The September Session

18+ Jungkook Birthday Smut

The Studio Sessions Finale

A weekend birthday getaway in Jeju with Jungkook. A smut and angst filled finale to the Studio Sessions.

Words: 9075

Warnings: 18+ smut. M/F sex, M/F-F/F oral, unprotected sex, rough sex, swearing, cheating (?) poly relationship

"I don't think you can fit anything else in there. You know you're only going for 2 days right?" Yoongi picked up a pair of your lacy underwear and went for the free throw into your bag. "If I know anything about you and Jungkook, it's that you won't even need clothes."

"Only 2 days? Are you really that unbothered by me leaving?"

"I know how to pick my battles." He undid his zipper and gave you a crooked little smile. "You'll make it up to me."

"Will I now?" It was supposed to sound teasing but your knees were already on the hardwood. Pulling his soft cock out of his jeans, you wrapped your hand around him.

"You're gonna be a good girl and drain my cock before you leave, yeah?"

You tongued his tip as he grew harder twitching in your palm.

"Every last drop." You suctioned him soft and slow not wanting to leave him unfulfilled.

"Fuck, yeah…" his eyes were closed as he pumped himself into your waiting mouth.

Wanting to take it to the bed, you pulled back, but he stopped you by catching your hair. Wrapping his hand securely around it, he held you still and picked up the pace. Granting him full access to your throat, you dropped your drool-covered hands while he used your face to get himself off.

His deep moans and breathy exhales were his tell. His balls bounced off your chin and with the last few aggressive thrusts, he shot his hot load onto your waiting tongue.

"That was good." He tucked himself away into his pants and extended his hand to help you up.

"I've gotta go." He kissed your cheek. "I've got a meeting with that new group in 20 minutes. Have fun okay."

He opened the door and he was gone. No sexual reciprocation, no I love you, just a, "have fun."

It wasn't like him and you were left trying to determine if he was giving you the cold shoulder because he was upset or even worse, if he wasn't upset about you leaving at all.

An abrupt knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. All worries were forgotten when you opened it to find Jungkook grinning ear to ear.

"Are you ready Noona? The car's gonna be here in 10 minutes."

Grabbing your bag off the bed, he flung it over his shoulder like it was nothing.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Have you thought about your birthday wish?"

He pulled you in with his free hand. "You've already made it happen. I can't believe I get you all to myself for 2 days."

You pulled the door shut behind you and kissed him. "I'm all about making birthday wishes come true."

The car rolled up the tarmac where the private plane sat in wait. The red-carpeted stairs extended, greeting you like royalty.

"You booked a private flight?"

His nose scrunched in happiness at your surprise. "Nothing but the best for you." He kissed the back of your hand before leading you up the stairs.

"You know this isn't supposed to be about me right?"

"I may have some ulterior motives." He said as he clicked his seatbelt into place.

"Yeah? Is this a mile-high club mission Jungkook?"

Even though your chairs were face to face and his eyes were hidden behind his bucket hat, his smile said it all.

"Trust the plan Noona."

Shortly after takeoff, the intercom dinged. "You may proceed to move around the cabin freely."

Jungkook unfastened his seatbelt and stood to lean over your seat. Grabbing the side lever, he reclined your chair back and moved in for a passionate kiss that immediately made your toes curl in anticipation.

Humming in delight he broke away and knelt on the floor. His fingers dragged delicately up your skirt. "What am I going to find under here, how well do you know what I like?" Pulling your thighs apart he sucked air through his grinning lips. "No panties. You really do know. "

"It's easy." You felt desperate for the pleasure you knew he was capable of inflicting. "We both always want the same thing."

"And what is it we want, Noona? Hmm, tell me."He was staring, lost in the sight of his fingers toying with your sex.

Reaching out you tipped his chin until his eyes locked with yours. God, you wanted to but couldn't.

You had to stop yourself from telling him that what you really wanted was more than 48 hours. You bit your tongue to keep it from spilling the words, "I want to run away with you and never go back." So instead, you went with what was easy and what you thought he wanted to hear. "I think we want to cum at 32,000 feet."

They must have been the words he was expecting because a devilish grin appeared at your response.

"48 hours," He lifted your foot to rest it on the seat." Of nothing," he lifted the other foot. Sliding his hands behind you, he pulled your hips forward. "but pure," He dropped his head and laid a long languid lick up your cunt.

"Pleasure." You finished the sentence not wanting him to use his mouth for anything else let alone words.

His hum of agreement sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. You gazed at his face intently. He liked when you watched. Splaying you open with his fingers, your engorged pink nub stood begging him for attention. You bit your lip trying to hold your noises in, squirming as he teased it with the tip of his tongue drawing slow circles around it.

You pulled at his long hair and begged, "Stop teasing me Kookie."

His mischievous amber eyes glinted under the cabin's bright lights. "It's an hour-long flight, and I forgot my headphones. You're just going to have to be my entertainment."

You hadn't touched each other in a while, and Yoongi had been too preoccupied with work to even notice you were around. Other than giving his pre-departure blow job you'd had no action in at least a week.

You knew if you whined enough he'd give in. "I can't be patient, when my pussy knows what it's been missing, Jungkook."

"You're spoiled," he mumbled into your cunt.

You tried to sit upright, but he held your hips down and stuck 2 fingers inside you.

"I'm spoiled? The last of the sentence trailed off quickly into soft submission under the strokes of his fingertips on your g spot.

"Is that better?" He took delight in knowing you were instant jello.

"I missed you."

His fingers kept a steady pace as he kissed you. Soft, constant, his tongue lingered, his mouth catching your moans.

"I just want you to feel good. Tell me where you want my mouth."

"Please Jungkook, you know what I want."

"Say it, for me, for my birthday." He was pouting in between kisses. "I just want to know that you want me."

"I want you so fucking bad Jungkook. I want you to suck on my tits and finger me until I cum."

He was grinding his cock against the edge of your seat when the plane started shaking.

"Please fasten your seatbelts. We're going through a patch of thermal turbulence that should only last a few minutes."The voice from the cockpit didn't phase either of you.

His free hand pulled your shirt up and your bra down, exposing your hardened nipples just above the lace cups. Grabbing the seatbelt, he clicked you in and pulled the strap tight. "Safety first," he barely muttered before locking on to your breast.

The plane shook violently, heightening every sensation. His fingers and the jolting of the plane had your pussy dripping down his hand. "Jungkook." Your moans were high and you couldn't care less if anybody heard. You were almost done. Watching him rut his hips against the vibration of the seat, eyes closed, as his mouth latched greedily at your chest was sending you into overdrive. "I'm gonna cum, are you gonna cum for me, baby?"

His face screwed up in pleasure and his moan was long and drawn. Seeing him reach his height, you clenched around his fingers as they continued their assault on your sex until you too were satisfied.

"Shit," he stood up revealing the huge wet spot in his jeans. "I don't have a change of clothes in my carry-on."

Undoing your seatbelt, you leaned forward and untucked his t-shirt making sure to kiss his abs along the way. Well, thank god for baggy shirts."

You tucked the last of your clothes inside the drawer. "So what's the first thing on our birthday weekend to-do list?"

"Well, there's parasailing, scuba diving, jet-skiing…." He kept listing.

"You know we can't do it all right? You're going to have to narrow down your choices a little."

"Aish, come on Noona. I brought you because I thought you could keep up."

You stood between his legs as he sat on the bed. "Is that why you brought me, Jungkook? Because we share an affinity for water sports?"

His hands groped your ass before he pulled you down on top of him.

"Amongst other things," he giggled while tickling you. "Jimin's fun to hang out with but he never puts out."

"Oh my god, Jungkook." You rolled your eyes and stood back up. "If we're going to get even one of those things on your list done we'd better leave now." You extended your hand to help him up. "Let's go."

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You were soaked. Jungkook was taking great delight in the jumps he created by running the jet ski in circles over his own wake. Hanging on to his waist tightly you were surprised he could still breathe.

"Are you okay back there?" He stopped the watercraft to check-in. Do you want me to slow down?"

"Did you hear my safe word?" You took a teasing nip at his bare wet tricep."

"Not yet but I'd really like to."

A hot blush crept up your cheeks. It wasn't like Jungkook to suggest anything wild, and it threw you off.

"Are you asking?" You could see his ears turning red and he took a minute to answer.

"You're just hanging on so tight."

You didn't want him to hold back, so you prompted the response. "And…"

"The thought of me in control and you, a little scared, kind of turns me on."

Pressing your face against the expanse of his wet skin, you wondered if he could feel your smile.

"Do you see that island?"

You pointed. "I want you to take me over there."

"Do you want me to go fast?"

"I think we both want you to go fast."

"Then you should hold on."

As he restarted the jet ski your hands made their way back around him but this time they ended up in his shorts. Sneaking past the mesh liner, your fingers gave a little tug on his thick wet pubic hair. His already semi-hard cock came to life in your hand in anticipation of the attention it was about to receive.

There were no trespassing signs posted all around the small island. "I don't know Jungkook, maybe we should just go back and fuck in the room." You said it, not because you meant it, but because he wanted to play.

He pulled the ski up onto the shore. "You can't just tease me like that and make me wait, Noona. Let's go."

He began trekking into the patch of dense greenery, and you wondered if someone actually lived here.

Stopping just under sufficient cover of vegetation, he grabbed you and pulled your bathing suit bottoms down and pushed you against a nearby tree. "You're driving me crazy in this fucking bikini." He tugged his shorts down and needing no prep thrust himself into you.

The bark was rough against your skin, your back scraping with every upward thrust he pumped into you.

"Hello!" Echoed around you. "This is private property."

"Fuck, Jungkook, let's go!"

"I'm not done." He clamped his hand over your mouth. "Shhh, stop moaning so loud or they'll find us."

"I know you're out here I saw you seadoo on the shore." The voice carried across the island getting closer.

"Wrapping your leg around him, you grabbed his hair and moaned into his sweat-beaded neck. "We're gonna get caught, Kookie."

"Let them watch. I'm not stopping until I fill your cunt."

Your back felt raw, but the pleasure and pain of an adrenaline fuck was worth it.

"Are you afraid of someone seeing us? What happened to my brave girl?"

"Are you hurt, do you need help?"

The snapping sound of a twig breaking under a footstep was close. Too close, but also just enough of a thrill to spur on a hot flood of Jungkook's cum deep inside you.

Just as you got your bottoms back up the old man appeared.

"This is private property, are you looking for something?"

"Sorry," Jungkook turned on his charms." Our intake got clogged with some debris so we pulled over to clear it." He pointed at you, "you know women and their small bladders, she always has to go. She got scared when she heard you so we didn't answer. Sorry."

The old man laughed. "I've been married 4O years I know all too well.

You were surprised at Jungkook's ability to spin a story so quickly but more impressed that he was unflappable in his determination to cum at all cost.

Apologizing to the man once again you walked back to the jet ski.

"Shit are you okay?" He ran his fingertips gently down your back.

You stood on your toes and kissed his lips. "Did you hear my safe word?"

"I did not." He grinned.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to try harder next time."

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His eyes rolled and he hummed in enjoyment. "Umm it's so good, it's like a dessert orgasm."

"I can't believe you're replacing me with chocolate." You pulled a pout. "Don't waste yourself on whipped cream Jungkook, I've got bigger plans for pleasure tonight."

"As much as I want to do unspeakable things to you, I'm not ready to go back to the room." He took the last bite and leaned back in his chair, stretching, completely satisfied. "I thought we could go to this place called Factory. Yugyeom told me it was really cool."

"Sounds fun." You couldn't help but grin at how naive his thinking was.

Licking your finger, you rubbed it through the powdered sugar on his plate and popped it in your mouth. "Silly you think we need a bed for me to get you off."

"You're a crazy woman."

"Crazy for you Jungkook."

The club was dark and crowded. He blended in well. The University students, looking to let loose for the weekend, offered a camouflage of anonymity he wasn't usually afforded in public spaces.

"Whiskey?" He took your hand and led you to the bar. "It's your weekend. I'm letting you call the shots." It was too loud to hear the groan you knew accompanied the eye roll at your bad pun but you were satisfied by his smile.

"To us." He clicked your glass.

The liquor went down smooth and warm, causing welcome tingles through your body. Coupled with the wine you'd had with dinner you'd hit the perfect peak of lowered inhibitions and pure bliss.

"Your glowing Noona." He kissed your forehead.

"And why wouldn't I be Kookie? I'm in paradise with my boyfriend. Come dance with me."

You noted the look of satisfaction on his face as he led you to the floor and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Nuzzling into your neck, he swayed with you slowly to a pace that didn't match the fast music of the club. Whether it was the alcohol or the sheer intoxication of longing you couldn't be sure, but you could feel his heart thumping against you.

Stopping completely, his hands cupped your face, and he stared into your eyes.

"What's wrong, Jungkook?"

His cheeks burned hot, and he was fighting his smile from appearing too eager. "Do you think you could call me your boyfriend again?"

You nodded. "I'd really like that."

His lips found yours and time stopped around you. Abandoning all common sense, you were both picturing what your together forever could look like.

He broke away out of breath and slightly overwhelmed.

"I think I'm ready to take you back to the hotel."

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Stretching out naked and satisfied beside him you glanced at the clock, 12:36 am. You turned your head back and placed a kiss on his chest. "Happy birthday Kookie."

A little drunk and a lot in love you felt secure enough to ask. "Are you happy?

He let out a giggle, and you were 100% positive that if the lights were on his dimples would look like deep canyons etched into his cheeks.

"So happy…" his soft snores gave away just how content he was with the moment.

"I love you," you whispered. Maybe he wasn't awake but it counted. A full commitment to your feelings. Eager to reaffirm your words, you drifted off knowing that tomorrow you'd make sure he knew just how happy he made you.

"Where do you think you're sneaking off to?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you back down on top of him.

"I was getting up to call room service so you could have breakfast in bed." You feigned annoyance half-heartedly to getaway.

"Food can wait." He wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your neck. "It's the first time we've spent an entire night together. I really like waking up beside you."

"So you mean you don't want to go on that five-hour hike you booked months ago because you really, really, really wanted to do it?"

Surrendering into his stronghold, you teased him. "Because I'm totally okay just hitting up the spa."

He groaned in hangover.

"Shit. I totally forgot."

"Should I go order us some coffee and food now?"

"Probably."

"Are you going to let go of me?" You squirmed under his arm.

"Hmm...5 more minutes."He giggled, throwing his leg over you.

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Pulling the car up to Mt. Hallasan you both stared at the daunting task before you. "Are you sure you can handle it?" He popped the trunk and grabbed your backpack.

"Do you doubt my abilities, Jeon?"

"Normally, no." He hoisted the bag onto your shoulders. "But this knapsack weighs a ton. Seriously, what's in here?"

"Mind your business and worry about yourself, sir." Raising his hands in apologetic surrender he closed the trunk, "Alright, let's get it!"

Trying to set a steady pace the timing had to work out just right. You couldn't tell if he was getting frustrated or being chivalrous, but at least once every half-hour he asked if you wanted him to take your bag.

"Did you know they don't let anyone climb after 1:30 because they don't want people stuck after sunset?"

"Is that your way of calling me slow, Kookie?" You stopped in your tracks and starred. "I didn't know you were so afraid of breaking the rules. Do you want to turn around and go back?"

"Noona, did you wake up this morning with the intention of being a pain in my ass?"

"That's just rude," you huffed. Arguing was one way to buy some time. "I can't believe you don't even appreciate that I'm out here climbing a fricken mountain for you."

"If you're serious, I'm sorry." He walked closer to you and kissed your cheek.

"It's fine." You walked away smiling. "Now if you'll stop stalling, we can still make the summit by sunset."

He paused, flabbergasted, but decided to stay quiet and move on.

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Finally reaching your destination it was perfect. Sunset from the highest peak in Jeju was in full bloom. Everyone had been moved swiftly along by the trail guides, so it was just you, Jungkook, and the stunning view from 6388 feet above the world.

"Wow, look at this, Noona. We're on top of the world." He took off his backpack and dug for his camera.

"I feel that way whenever I'm with you, mountain or not." You tapped his shoulder and handed him the present you'd been carrying."

His eyes and smile were more dazzling than the sun glinting its way over the horizon. "Is this why you wouldn't let me carry the bag? It's so heavy."

"Open it!"

Tearing the paper off, his jaw dropped. "Is this a Hasselblad?"

You nodded. "Did I do good?"

"This is unbelievable! It's one of the best cameras in the world."

"I did a lot of research."

He was still in shock. "It's too much. I can't possibly accept this."

"Don't be silly Jungkook, It's all ready to go. I had them set it up for you. I was kind of hoping you'd take some pictures for us," You suddenly felt shy. "You know, so we can look back on this and remember how great it was."

"It's unbelievable. You're unbelievable!" All trepidation at accepting the gift forgotten, he began taking pictures.

By the time he was satisfied with the scenery, he turned to focus the lens on you.

His camera crosshairs found you sitting on the ground. A blanket, a bottle of wine and a cupcake with a candle. His smile peeked out from under the camera as he snapped your picture. "All this too?"

"I wish it was more but I could only carry so much." You passed him the bottle, "I couldn't fit cups, I hope you don't mind."

He leaned in for a kiss. "It's perfect. I honestly couldn't dream of a better day. Thank you."

"So are you going to get down here and blow out this candle before it's completely melted?"

He sat on his knees and closed his eyes. Concentration crept over his features until he seemed satisfied enough to blow.

"What could the man who has everything possibly wish for?"

He smiled brightly, "Don't jinx me. You know if I tell you it won't come true."

You wanted it to be about you, and you wanted it to come true so badly that you didn't ask any more questions.

"Come sit with me." He kissed the top of your head once you were settled, secure in his arms. "I should have gotten out of bed sooner. We could have had more time up here."

"You've got a few hours." You said it nonchalantly like you hadn't had to name-drop and beg the parks department.

"They're letting us hike after dark?"

"Sort of? There's an ATV waiting at the Seongpanak shelter we're going to use to get back down the mountain."

"I get to ride an all-terrain down the mountain?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that part."

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The air in the room was cold as you stepped from the steamed-up bathroom. "It feels so good to get that hiking dirt off. You should have joined me.

"Rubbing the towel through your wet hair, you realized you were alone.

"Jungkook?" Checking through the suite's other rooms and even opening the hall doorway, he was nowhere to be found.

Glimpsing an out-of-place white shirt on the beach you made your way out the patio doors.

"Jungkook?" If he heard you coming, he didn't turn around.

Sitting behind him in the sand, you wrapped your arms and legs around him and squeezed. "It sure is a beautiful night." Sighing he leaned back to rest his head against you.

"Are you okay?" He didn't answer. He didn't need to. You could see the shimmer of his tears in the moonlight.

"What are we doing, Noona? How do we all come out of this happy?"

You wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.

"I don't know, Kookie. It was never supposed to be like this. I was silly to think I could ever resist your charms."

"Sure blame me."

At least he was grinning from your flattery now.

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled trying to ease the heaviness.

"Do you see that Star up there?" The waves broke on the shore in the background. "I'm confident it will always lead me in the right direction."

"Like fate?"

"Like fate." You nodded, agreeing. "I'd really like to think that the universe had a reason to bring us together."

"What do you think the reason is?" Freeing himself from your embrace, he asked the question in all seriousness.

"Happiness." You answered like you knew. "Even if we can only have it in small increments."

"I can't believe you just live your life accepting that things will turn out. Does anything scare you Noona?"

It was against your better judgment, but his vulnerability always had a way of breaking down your walls. "Me?" You laughed. Perhaps he didn't know you as well as you thought.

"I'm terrified, Jungkook."

Taking notice of the new sadness in your eyes, he took your hand and held it patiently, waiting for your words.

"One day you're going to find someone who can give you their whole heart." The sobs came out loud and uncontrollably. "Without any compromises, you're going to finally have all the happiness and love you deserve. And I'll be watching it all from the sidelines, wondering if it could have been me."

"It can always be you. But that's your choice to make."

Salty tears fell down your cheeks, and you were too emotional for any words to come out coherently.

"Shhh, it's okay, I've got you." He encompassed you in his arms. "I'm sorry. Let's just enjoy the rest of our time here together." He looked at his watch. "We've still got 11 more hours before we have to give up the fantasy. Let's not think about the real world right now."

Raw, emotional and completely vulnerable. Everything you wanted in a man was right before you.

You sniffed feeling relieved the conversation, at least for now, was over. "11 hours huh? We can have sex at least 5 more times."

He stared with a look that almost bordered on pity. "You know I didn't ask you here just so we could have sex. I'm perfectly happy just getting to spend time with you."

"It's all I know, Jungkook. I don't know how to show people I love them without it." It was a sad truth. "Besides, you're really good at it."

A half-hearted smile graced his lips.

"Can we make an agreement?" He stood and reached to help you up.

"What's that?" You kissed him.

"What if instead of 5 times we just do it once. But properly."

Walking up the shore back to the room you kept stealing glances. His long dark curls and sun-bronzed skin shone in the moonlight accentuating his ethereal beauty. Your heart was happy and broken at the same time.

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Laying naked in bed your heart was racing. You'd never felt nervous with Jungkook before, but this seemed different.

Something about your conversation on the beach had you playing the lyrics to "if I'd known it was the last time" through your head.

The sound of the shower shutting off struck a chord of permanence you weren't ready to face and a tear rolled off your cheek onto the pillow. Quickly wiping it away you didn't want your worry to ruin the last night you had together.

The bathroom door opened and Jungkook came out in a cloud of steam. Towel wrapped around his waist, the water droplets still clinging onto his chest made him look even more beautiful than you thought possible.

He smiled when he noticed your gaze and swiftly moved to untuck the small corner of terry cloth that secured his covering.

His lips were parted and his breath was heavy as he stood before you completely bare. His cock wasn't hard, and his display didn't even seem sexual. It was as if he was showing you his soul and you felt guilty not reciprocating his vulnerability.

Pulling the sheets back you swung your legs off the bed and walked over to where he stood. Face to face you pressed yourself against him, feeling his warmth radiate through you.

"I love you." He whispered.

Kissing down his chest you took your time letting your lips linger over every firm muscle. Licking hot wet stripes over his hardened nipples, his body shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin.

Not a word was spoken, you didn't need them. Everything was being said in a physical language that only the both of you were fluent in.

Your nose skimmed down the soft hairs that pathed his lower abdomen, his cock growing firmer the closer your mouth got to it.

Dropping to your knees, you took him in your hand stroking him reverently. Gorgeous and thick the freshly washed skin of his cock smelt like strawberries and you couldn't resist him a second longer.

Wrapping your lips around him, you sucked soft and slow. God how you wanted this to last all night.

"Noona." Your name slid softly out of his mouth while you suckled his length.

Lingering a bit longer, you wanted to remember how he looked right now. So full of pleasure, the kind only you'd ever given him. You hoped he'd never forget how good you were together.

When you stopped, he looked down and stroked your cheek. You could see in the deep brown sadness behind his eyes that he too was trying to harvest as many memories of the moment as he could.

He held his hand out to help you up and pulled you back in close to him. Tilting his head and displaying a sympathetic smile he didn't break eye contact as he danced with you towards the bed.

Despite the heavy air you couldn't help but giggle as he twirled you, lying you back onto the crisp white hotel sheets. Standing at the edge of the bed his large hands travelled down your thighs and spread them apart. It was his turn to take station on the floor. Starting at the inside of your knee he alternated kisses back and forth giving each leg equal attention until his mouth reached your needy mound.

As much as you wanted to watch, your eyes involuntarily clamped shut in pleasure as his tongue explored you.

A master with his mouth, he knew all of your hot spots. Circling your clit and teasing it to swollen attention he'd switch to slow methodical sucks, lips wrapped around your pink bud giving it head until you squirmed. As soon as you were close, he stiffened his tongue and fucked you with it, darting in and out and in.

As your legs started to shake at the onset of orgasm, a sign that he knew all too well, he revoked his mouth. Climbing on the bed he helped you pull your legs up and lay beside you. His hands travelled over your body slowly committing every one of your curves to his memory. His fingertips on your skin sent white lightening to your brain and his mouth latching onto your nipple made your insides roll like thunder.

"Jungkook…"

"Shhh.." He placed his mouth on yours and your heart panged at how much you missed his lips when they weren't attached to yours. As skilled as he was at everything else tongue-related, you wouldn't trade his kisses for any other sexual act in his repertoire.

Pausing his kiss, he locked his eyes with yours. A silent "are you ready?" passed between you.

With a simple nod, you pulled him back to you. His body moving from beside you to on top of you had your head reeling. The longing for satisfaction was fighting with your desire to drag this on all night.

You surrendered. You needed to stop thinking and to let yourself go to what you knew would be your last time.

Tipping your chin he once again connected to your longing lips while his hands slowly travelled down your thigh. Raising your leg and hooking it over his arm he created the perfect angle for entrance.

Pushing slowly, his girthy length slid into your sex and he paused.

Eyes closed, time stood still. The heavy anticipation hung in the air like a storm cloud.

He kissed you. Kissed you like it was the first time, the last time. His lips not once leaving yours as he softly made love to you.

You couldn't cum and you didn't care. The connection you were feeling with him right now was better than any orgasm.

You knew he was close and your heart was breaking at the realization that this was it. You didn't want him to think he hadn't satisfied you because he had. He had in so many more ways than you ever thought possible. Moaning in unison you cried out one last time as he filled you with a future that wasn't meant for you.

The kisses lingered until the activities of your long day finally defeated his longing to stay awake. His chest rose and fell with what you wished was a peaceful sleep.

Laying tucked under his arm, your cheek rested just over his heartbeat. "I love you too."

You'd both been awake a while but you lay in silence trying to absorb whatever last remnants of the weekend you could. Someone had to speak first, so you took the hit.

"We should probably get out of bed. Our flight leaves in 2 hours."

His fingers intertwined with yours and he lifted your hand to his lips.

"You were wrong on the plane, you know." He sighed and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. "When you said we always want the same thing."

You wiggled out of his embrace and propped yourself on an elbow to interrupt him. "Don't we? I thought we had a really good time this weekend."

"I did, but," he looked like he might cry. "You're lying there thinking about going home, and I'm running schemes through my head about how I can find a way for us to stay."

"Jungkook," you collapsed back into his side. "You know that's not how this works." A tear slipped from your eye and you hoped he wouldn't notice it. "We've had a good couple of days, let's not ruin it with what if's."

"All I have are what if's Noona.

I don't understand why you won't choose me."

You'd never seen him this upset before.

"Yoongi Hyung, he doesn't deserve you. If you were mine, I'd never share you. You'd get everything you needed from me, and you wouldn't have to go anywhere else to find it."

"It's not that simple, Jungkook."

"Well, it seems pretty simple to me. The only reason I can think of is that you don't really love me the way I love you."

Pulling away from him, you tucked your knees into your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself. His words made you feel like a small piece of nothing.

"Please don't ever believe that...I couldn't stand the thought of you not knowing how much I fucking love you."

He didn't move to comfort you, and you could tell this conversation wasn't going to steer easily. He was building a wall around his heart and you could feel it getting further away from you with every passing minute.

"Have you ever thought about what would actually happen if I left Yoongi for you?"

"Yeah, every damn day. We'd be happy, he'd get over it," He snapped defensively.

I'm not talking about you and me, Jungkook. I'm talking about you and him. Do you ever think about that? I can already see that this is fracturing your relationship with him."

He dropped his head in realization, still not looking you in the eye.

"Why are you doing this now?" Crying uncontrollably the words barely got out. "Why can't we just keep going on like this? I thought we were happy? I thought we were in love?"

His breath was shaky,

"I brought you here because I had to see. I pulled out all the stops to woo you and it still wasn't enough."

"So on the plane when you said, "trust the plan" you knew that it was going to end in an ultimatum? That even If I didn't choose you at least you'd get fucked a few more times?"

He stood his ground, face stoic until he finally looked at your tear-stained cheeks. His jaw relaxed and his sadness finally revealed itself.

"I can't be second place. Not with something that matters so much to me. Not with you."

He got out of bed and headed to the shower. "We'd better hurry up. Like you said, we don't want to miss our flight."

Other than formalities the next few hours were mostly empty.

Standing, waiting for your bags, Jungkook finally broke his silence.

"I sent Yoongi a message asking him to come get you. I think I'm gonna spend some time at my condo for a bit."

Perching the Sunglasses that disguised your swollen eyes on the top of your head, you gave it one last try. "I Love you Jungkook. Please don't do this…"

"We both know I'm not enough. What do you want from me?"

You were hyperventilating.

"I don't want to lose you."

He kissed your cheek in a way that seemed like it might be a real goodbye. "We both know there's only one way that can happen."

Grabbing the handle of his suitcase, he turned back a final time. "I had a really great birthday. I guess I'll see you around."

Making your way to the second Suburban in the pickup line, you stood and watched as Jungkook pulled away in the first. How were you going to hide how sad you were from Yoongi?

The driver came around and opened your door to expose the emptiness of the huge van.

"Where's Yoongi?"

"Sorry, we only received an airport pick-up call, ma'am. Will you be going back to the HYBE building today?"

"No, thanks. I don't think that I will."

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Y/N: Hey

MIN: Hey! Sorry I couldn't come to meet you. So much work.

MIN: I hope you had a good time. MIN: Come down to the studio when you get back.

Y/N: I was thinking it would be nice for us to spend some alone time at the condo.

Y/N: Could you come after work? Take a few days off?

MIN: I can't just pick up and leave right now, but I'll see what I can do.

His lack of effort was really beginning to hurt.

Y/N: Whenever you can, I guess.

The blackout curtains were betraying you. The opening between the panels was just wide enough for a ray of sunlight to hit you directly in the face.

You yawned, "Yoon, I think we need to move to an underground bunker." Rolling over you were reminded by the cool smooth sheets that even though the condo was 10 minutes away from work he couldn't be bothered to come home yet again.

You reached for your phone. No messages.

Y/N: Hey babe, where are you? I haven't seen you for days.

The floor was cold as you made your way barefoot across the kitchen to start the coffee.

Still no response. Your stomach felt uneasy, he'd usually at least text. Picking up the phone you dialled.

"Hello?" His voice was raspy like he'd just woken up.

"Hey, I'm a little confused why I'm the only one here." You tried to keep your tone light, despite your aggravation.

"I'm sorry. I was heading out last night and PDog asked for help. He's trying to write for the new girl group and the lead's vocal style isn't meshing with his flow. I sat in on their session to see if I could help."

"Yoongi, are you ever going to take a break?"

"This is why I didn't text you. I don't need a lecture about it. They have a debut date and shit needs to get finished."

He sounded aggravated and if you had to guess he was most likely pushing his hair back, an anxious habit he had recently developed.

"I wish you'd work on us as much as you worked on your music."

"I thought you'd be thrilled that I'm busy. Where are your other boyfriends?"

You were crying again. "You're right Yoongi. I'd have to be absolutely stupid to want to spend any quality time alone with you."

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm tired, okay?"You could hear him cover his phone but managed to make out a mumbled "I'll meet you downstairs." There was a pause and a door clicking shut. "When I'm done, I'll drive over and we'll spend the rest of the week together OK? I love you."

"You frustrate me to no end, Min Yoongi." You sighed at your own inability to stay angry with him. "I love you too."

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Tired of opening one app after another, you tossed your phone on the couch beside you. You could sit here all day waiting for Yoongi, who probably wasn't going to show up anyway, or you could just head back to the dorms.

Even if he did manage to get away, his mind would still be on work. He'd just be trading one studio for another, and you knew he preferred the new HYBE equipment. At least there you could hang out with whoever was still around.

You were sure Jungkook would be at home. Joon was art hopping in Seoul, and Jin was in Uncle mode helping his brother settle in for their soon-to-be new baby. Everyone else would most likely be hanging around the offices.

Y/N: I'm incredibly bored, Jimin. I'm coming to visit.

Chim: Ohhhh, I'll play with you! I've got a new toy I think you might like.

Y/N: Intrigued 🤔

Chim: I'll be in the lounge. See you in ½ an hour?

Slinging the heavy duffle bag of things, you needed to return to Jungkook over your shoulder, you waited for the elevator. Just as it pinged Jimin came bouncing up the hall.

"What are you doing? Where are you going? I told you I have a surprise!"

"Can I just bring this stuff upstairs first?"

Breaking out the dimples and a cute head tilt he stared with puppy eyes until you agreed to follow.

You hurled the bag into his arms. "Fine but this better be good."

Pushing open the door he raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Ladies first!"

Stepping into the room, you were sure your jaw was almost on the floor. You pushed him backwards and slammed it shut behind you.

"Jimin what the fuck? There's a naked girl in there!"

He frowned at your unexpected reaction. "You don't like your present?"

"I really don't know what's going through your head. Who is she? You know you can't just do this with strangers."

"NDA's!! She's one of the new trainees, if she talks she'll get fired."

You scoffed at him. "No abuse of power there. This is a real dick move, Jimin."

"Well, it's not just me."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. "Who else?"

You watched his Adam's apple bulge in his throat with a hard swallow. He was clearly choosing his words carefully.

"Hobi"

"and?"

"Taehyung and I have already…" His words trailed off

"and?"

"That's it. I swear."

"Not Jungkook?" The thought turned your stomach.

Jimin rolled his eyes "You're kidding right? Jungkook is too whipped for you to even look at anyone else."

You sighed in relief but began to internally ponder why your first reaction was to ask about Jungkook and not Yoongi.

"I just…I don't understand why you'd think this is okay."

"You do crazy stuff with all of us all the time. I thought you'd be impressed."

Plopping onto the bench in the hallway, you were really taken aback.

"Jimin, I thought we were all in this together. A poly relationship doesn't include bringing in strangers. All of you sleeping with her is exposing me without my consent. I'd never do that to any of you."

He sighed like you had missed the point. "This is me asking for your consent. Yoongi thought you’d be down for it and that…"

"That what?" Your jaw was clenched. "You're my best fucking friend, Jimin, you'd better not lie to me."

He stammered in defeat. "That if I could get you and her together it would be easier to have her join in whenever with whoever."

"So Yoongi orchestrated this? Like this is an actual fucking conversation that took place between you?"

He knew he was fucked.

"Please don't tell him you know."

"Oh, I'm not gonna tell him anything."

Anger, blinding rage? Whatever it was motivating you, you pushed open the door and smiled. "Let's do this then."

Standing up she walked towards where you stood. Jimin, clearly surprised by the turn of events, was already hard and smiling while palming himself over his pants.

"What took so long? Jimin said you were always down to fuck." She was bold; it felt as If she was challenging you.

"Just trying to make sure you were screened. Dime a dozen groupie girls like you come riddled with diseases these days."

Grabbing her face tightly in your hand you kissed her hard before directing her backwards. "I'm the one in charge here. This is my game. If you want to play with the big kids, you'd better get back to the couch so I can see if that tongue is good for anything other than talking shit."

She smiled and lay back as Jimin undid his pants. Grinning like a high-school kid having sex for the first time, he stood stroking his cock while you pulled up your skirt and straddled her face.

He walked closer to you waving his dick at your mouth like he was on a fishing expedition.

"I don't think so. If I'm disposable, so are you."

"Can I at least fuck her then?"

You made him wait a bit before you answered. Making sure to play up your pleasure you threw your head back and closed your eyes while moaning. "You know Jimin, I think you made a mistake. I don't know if I'll need any of you if I can have this whenever I want it."

It was a lie. You were so angry you couldn't think straight let alone feel pleasure right now but you wanted it to sting.

You felt her smile slide over your wet pussy and she stuck her tongue in deep for good measure. It pissed you off that she thought she was winning you over.

"Go ahead Jimin, use her."

Excited that his plan was finally working, his demeanour changed back to how he'd met you at the door.

She spread her legs wide for him while he knelt between them on the couch.

"Stop! Where's the condom Jimin?" You scolded him. "You can't just raw dog a rando."

She laughed, and it made your blood boil. "Yoongi never mentioned how controlling you are. No wonder he wants to add me into the mix."

You froze, staring at Jimin. You were livid and couldn't believe any of them would want to have anything to do with her.

Getting up you calmly smoothed your dress back down your legs.

"Oh shit. You didn't know? I figured you pieced it together when you called this morning as I was leaving." She smiled coyly. "Sorry he hasn't been making it home the last few nights."

You thought back to your conversation this morning. He said, "I'll meet you downstairs." The dorms were on the upper levels, the studios on the lower.

You wanted to smack the smug look off of her face but instead walked out slamming the door.

Wiping tears away frantically, the facial recognition on the elevator wasn't processing you through your turmoil. The doors slid open and you ducked inside just as Jimin ran out to stop you.

Standing behind the closed doors you had to decide, Confront or hide? Your finger hovered, shaking as you pressed, Floor 12.

Running quickly you punched the memorized code into the keypad. Turning the handle you slid inside hoping to god that Jungkook wouldn't be there.

Resting your head on the door, you could barely breathe. What were you going to do?

Taking a deep breath you inhaled the comforting scent of Jungkook that permeated the walls of his Golden Closet Studio. You felt so stupid, you'd ruined everything with him and for what?

The knock startled you and you almost gasped revealing your hiding spot. You could hear them in the hall outside.

"She knows he's not here; she probably went back to the condo to get her things."

"I can't believe how badly you fucked this up, Jimin."

Jimin must have alerted Yoongi to the issue. The two men were now seemingly combing the building trying to find you.

"Me? I'm not the one who cheated, don't blame me."

Yoongi's voice was calm instead of sad. Damage control mode, you'd heard it before. It made you question if he was as worried about losing you as he was with protecting his career and the company from this scandal. "I didn't cheat. We only talked about it."

"I don't think Y/N sees that as any different Hyung."

"This is so bad." Hitting what was presumably his head against the door, the thud echoed around the room. "You'd better get your ass into Hitman Bangs office right now and explain to him why his latest girl group suddenly needs a new lead. We can't keep her around if she's going to act so indiscreetly."

"You have to fix this Yoongi. You know how much we all need Noona."

You heard the ding of the elevator and presumed they had both moved on but the quiet was broken when your phone vibrated, shaking the contents of your purse. Seconds later Yoongi's voice cut through the silence, he was leaving you a voicemail.

"I know you're angry. You have every right to be. Can we just talk about it? Give me a chance to explain myself. Tell me where you are, and we'll figure this out okay?"

You'd have to face him sooner or later, so you opened the door.

"Hey."

He looked relieved. "Hey. Can I come in?"

You nodded and held the door wide for him to enter.

"Jungkook's not here?"

You chewed your lip trying to stop yourself from having a complete breakdown. "No, he doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I made it pretty clear that I would always choose you and he didn't take that so well."

"Fuck. I'm such an asshole. I had no idea." He couldn't look you in the eye, so he turned away. "How the hell did it come to this Y/N?"

You wanted to be mad, but you couldn't, you knew you were both to blame. Pressing your face into his back your tears left wet marks on his t-shirt. "I think we both know the answer to that."

"I should have let you go. I knew you were happier with him, but my pride didn't want to lose you like that."

"Yoongi, it's not all your fault."

"It is, though. The minute I felt relieved that I didn't have to put as much effort into our relationship anymore is the minute we should have had this conversation."

He turned to face you and wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you, and I need you to know that I didn't cheat on you. I thought about it but only because I was upset that you were with Jungkook."

You tried to interrupt, to defend yourself but he continued.

"I'm not blaming either of you. You two belong together."

You were frustrated that he couldn't have come to this conclusion sooner. "Well unfortunately, it's too late for that. He fucking hates me now."

The keypad beeped, and Jungkook, looking worn and sad, walked in apparently having overheard your last statement.

"I could never hate you Noona."

Your heart flipped in your chest. You didn't think you'd ever get to see him again.

"I owe you an apology Jungkook. I should have stepped aside when I saw how much you loved her."

Putting his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, Yoongi turned and gave you one last smile. "She needs you, go and take care of your girl."

Closing the door behind him, Yoongi took his leave.

"I'm sorry I came up here. I didn't know where else to go." You brushed the tears that had begun falling away with your fingertips. "I'll go."

He grabbed your hand, so you couldn't walk out. "No! There's no way I'm letting you go this time. I've been miserable the last few days without you."

It was his turn to cry. "Jimin sent me a message and said they needed help finding you. I got so scared that id never see you again."

He pulled you into his arms and kept placing small kisses on top of your head while apologies streamed from his lips.

"I'm so sorry. I swear I never had any intention of ending things when we went to Jeju. I didn't want to give you up but everything you said made sense and I didn't want to hurt Yoongi either."

"I love you so much Jungkook." Your body shook while you sobbed in his arms. "I'm so fucking sorry if I hurt you."

Picking you up in a bear hug he walked you to the couch. "I missed you so much, can we just lay here together for a while? I just want to hold you"

"I don't think we should, actually."

He pulled back, a puzzled look across his face.

"I'm so tired of dorm rooms and studios, Jungkook. I think it's time we try out something more permanent, you know? Just us. Like home?"

The sparkle in his eyes returned. "Like our home, because you're mine now?"

Your heart was full. You didn't need or want anything or anyone else.

"I'm all yours."

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"This is a waste of my time," Shigaraki says in a bored voice. "I thought you needed me for something important."

Re-Destro's smile doesn't falter at the white-haired man's display of impertinence, but yours does. You attend all his meetings, since you are his assistant, after all - your entire job is to manage his schedule and take down meticulous notes and complete any other menial tasks needed of you. This meeting, however, is not going according to plan.

You'd carefully crafted an agenda on Re-Destro's behalf for this one-on-one with the Grand Commander of the newly-branded Paranormal Liberation Front, and now it was ending only ten minutes in with Shigaraki's abrupt dismissal. Re-Destro, of course, doesn't protest, only offers his characteristic proclamation that he and all his resources are at Shigaraki's disposal. Shigaraki rolls his eyes, clenching and releasing the fingers of his newly-healed hands, one of them bearing a gloved prosthetic to compensate for his missing fingers.

And then those red eyes settle on you.

"What about them?" he asks with a smirk, and while Re-Destro doesn't catch his meaning at first, you certainly do. You can see how his eyes skim your curves, sending a shudder down your spine at the openly lascivious look. Your boss, oblivious, only prattles on about your skills as an assistant even as Shigaraki is rising, walking over to you and raising one hand to tug at your tie, ignoring every word from the man behind the desk.

Shigaraki snorts - a sharp, dismissive sound. "I don't need some little secretary following me around." He's loosening the red silk knotted at your collar now. "Do you make them dress like this, or do they do that all on their own?"

Even that comment on your uniform, a perfectly professional grey suit and white blouse, plus the tie, doesn't give Re-Destro any pause. His sycophantic smile only finally starts to fade when Shigaraki offers an undeniably lewd reply to the orange-haired man's suggestion that your uniform could be changed, should Shigaraki desire it.

"Nah," the pale-haired man says. "I like it. They looks like the most attainable option in some office eroge. And I'm sure it's cute when you bend 'em over the desk for a little stress relief, right?" He laughs mockingly at Re-Destro's shocked expression, waving a dismissive hand. "Or do you not do that? Too busy storing up all that stress for battle? You know, for when you go picking fights you can't win?"

You try to shove Shigaraki away when deft fingers move to unbutton your suit jacket, but he only catches your wrists with a chuckle, holding you firm with one hand.

"Shigaraki," Re-Destro says - and quite lamely, you notice with bitterness, "if you are in need of...companionship, I'm sure I can arrange for-"

"Oh, I think this is just fine. So if you really want to do something for me, why don't you get the fuck out of here?" He raises a sparse brow in Re-Destro's direction. "Unless watching is your thing." A tiny squeak of fear escapes you at the implicit threat in Shigaraki's words, the promise that he has something more in store than this little game of harassment.

And Re-Destro, the man who has employed you for years, who supposedly counts you among his most loyal and valuable associates, simply leans back to watch.

"Huh," Shigaraki muses to you as he notes Re-Destro's unmoving form. "I wouldn't have taken him for the type."

You wouldn’t have either. Your throat tightens as Shigaraki undoes the buttons on your shirt too, wrestling it off your shoulders even as you struggle feebly against him. Your eyes are fixed on Re-Destro, pleading wordlessly for him to intervene, but his lip only twitches slightly.

"Rikiya," you whine, tears pricking at your eyes, and Re-Destro drops his gaze from yours.

"If Shigaraki is in need of assistance," he says flatly, "then I think you should do your job."

You let out a choked little sob at his words, and another whimper when Shigaraki lifts his hand to grope at your breast through your bra, fingers seeking out the firm nub of your nipple and pinching it harshly. It stiffens under the attention, sending an uncomfortable, unwanted stirring between your thighs.

"Please don't." You address your pleas to Shigaraki now, the words coming out small and pathetic, but of course Shigaraki pays your suffering no mind.

"Aw, come on now," he coos, releasing your nipple so he can reach behind you to undo the clasp on your bra. "Even as tightly wound as baldie over there is, I bet this won't be the first time you've been fucked by your Grand Commander, right?"

Your cheeks burn at the comment, and the truth in it. You would swear to anyone who asked that your and Re-Destro's relationship was strictly professional, and you truly believed it. But your job was to assist him, and if that meant offering yourself up on the rare occasion he chose to release some of that stored-up stress without using his Quirk, then you were more than happy to include that among your many duties.

Or at least, you had been.

You look to your boss again, still begging with your eyes for him to intervene as Shigaraki peels off your bra, swatting away your hands when you try once more to shove him away. Re-Destro's face has gone tight with what you first think is anger or shame, at least until you notice the way he's palming himself through his trousers. Your stomach twists in disgust.

Shigaraki laughs when your gaze drops, leaning close so that he can whisper in your ear. "To think, all these years as his assistant and he's really going to let this happen, just like that."

The heat of his breath against your ear sends a shudder down your spine, the discomfort makes your squirm involuntarily. Your hands lift to shove against his shoulders, but pale fingers wrap tightly around your wrists as he ruts his hips into you, and your struggling accomplishes little except making you unintentionally grind back against him.

"Mm, do that again," he taunts breathily, his tongue running along the outer shell of your ear, and despite your revulsion you force yourself to go still, the only protest you can manage.

"Come on now, if you can be a good little slut for him" - Shigaraki tilts his head towards Re-Destro - "then you can do the same for me." There's a dangerous edge in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago, but you only shake your head. Re-Destro had always asked, never forced himself on you like Shigaraki is doing, and you at least respect him. Or, you had. It had already been lessening with each day that passed since he abdicated his position and took on the role of Shigaraki's fawning subordinate, and now this...well, you don't think you'll even be able to look your boss in the face after this, for so, so many reasons.

Shigaraki lets out a low growl at your continued obstinance and leans back to study you, his red eyes narrowed. After a moment the corner of his cracked lips curve up into a sadistic grin that sends your stomach dropping, and his hands move again to your tie, the one piece of clothing still adorning your torso. The red silk fabric hangs obscenely between your bare breasts, and Shigaraki toys with the knot for a moment before his other hand grips the dangling fabric, yanking downward.

The thin loop of fabric constricts roughly around your throat, and you begin to struggle almost immediately, gasping futilely for air while your hands claw at his own, trying desperately to free yourself. A malicious giggle escapes the man before you as you fight against his strength, and he pins you harder against the table you'd been leaning against when all this started. Somewhere beyond the dark spots starting to cloud your vision and the desperate, burning need for air, you're vaguely aware of his rutting into you, his cock twitching with every strained whine that manages to escape your strangled throat.

"It doesn't seem like you like this," Shigaraki says, eyes brightening as the tears that had been threatening to spill over finally start to stream down your face. "Maybe you'd rather choke on my cock instead?"

You don't truly register what he's saying, only know that his words hold the promise of relief if you agree, and so you nod frantically, desperate to escape the unbearable ache growing in your lungs. Even though you've sobbed your acceptance of his demands, he waits another few second before loosening the fabric and pulling back from you with a throaty growl.

He doesn't give you any time to recover. You're still gasping for air when white-hot pain flashes across your scalp, and then you're being dragged across the carpet by your hair, friction burns stinging your knees as you stumble from the unexpected assault. Shigaraki shoves you sprawling to the floor in front of Re-Destro's expansive desk, flopping himself down in one of the chairs there, nimble fingers already undoing his belt. He makes quick work of his pants, freeing his straining erection. Your vision is blurred with tears, but you still whimper at the sight of him stroking himself lazily as he stares down at you.

"Well? Get on with it," he orders.

Once again, you find yourself looking between Shigaraki and Re-Destro, as though the man who's simply sat watching this assault might suddenly be moved to intervene. Instead, he's shifting uncomfortably in his large leather chair, hand still massaging his length through his pants as he watches, while Shigaraki pays him no attention at all.

You let out a choked sob as you shuffle forward on hands and knees, one fist lifting tentatively to wrap around his length. Shigaraki draws a sharp breath, hips bucking as you stroke him lightly, and then his hand tangles in your hair again, tugging cruelly at your locks.

"I said suck it," he hisses and, sniffling, you extend your tongue to run over his cock, small-kitten licks along his tip and down his shaft. He groans when you brush against that sensitive spot on the underside of his member, and with no warning at all he impatiently forces you all the way down his length, burying himself in your throat.

The sudden intrusion makes you gag. You do your best to breath through your nose, but it's hard - you're snotty from the tears that won't stop coming, such a mess that you can't imagine what he finds appealing about the sight, but he doesn't seem to mind it if the way he's panting raggedly and grinding his hips into your face is any indication.

He holds your head firmly in place as he fucks your mouth, never pulling out more than halfway, so that you're choking and gagging the entire time, barely able to suck in enough air to stay conscious. Desperate for the torment to be over, you do the only thing you can think to do, hollowing your cheeks and sucking sloppily, circling his substantial girth with your tongue and grimacing at the slightly salty taste of his skin and precum. The sooner you make him cum though, the sooner he'll stop, right?

"Fuck, that's a good pet." He humps into your mouth with greater fervor until finally he forces his way past the tight ring of your throat one final time and holds himself there, cock twitching and you doing your best not to gag even more at the bitter taste of his cum on the back of your tongue.

The moment he releases you, you scramble away, wiping at your damp face with the back of your arm. It's ineffective - you're still blubbering, trembling slightly at the unexpected violation you're being forced to endure.

"Can I go now?" you ask meekly, whatever small amount of fight and indignation that you'd had before now entirely gone. You just want to get dressed, to rinse the acrid taste out of your mouth and go home where you can pretend this never happened. And, in a few days, you can start looking for another job. Maybe leave Deika City entirely if it will get you away from the two men in this room with you now.

"Already?" Shigaraki mock-pouts. "But we're having so much fun."

He reaches down and hauls you to your feet, bending you over Re-Destro's desk before you can so much as utter a surprised cry. Your face is shoved flat against the gleaming mahogany, and the disgusting sound of your boss's labored breathing is audible mere feet away from you. Shigaraki is still ignoring the other man completely, as though he isn't stroking himself off on the other side of the desk, and you nearly forget about Re-Destro too when Shigaraki starts shoving your skirt up over your hips.

"Is this part of the uniform too?" He hooks a finger into the lace top of your thigh-high stockings, snapping it against your skin a couple times before moving his attention upward. His palms run over your supple ass, squeezing at the curves, and you can feel his spit-slicked cock already growing firm against your backside.

Despite everything, you have to bite back a whine when his fingers dip to stroke over your clothed sex. Your hands clutch tightly at the edge of the desk, willing your hips not to buck shamefully at the sudden pressure against your clit; the same fear and shame that have left you so on edge have also made you more sensitive, every nerve in your body alight with heightened awareness.

"I'm surprised a little slut like you even bothered with these," he says as he pushes your underwear aside, running his thumb over your slit. "Fuck, and you're already nice and wet."

He pinches your clit, rolling that sensitive nub between two fingers, and you bury your teeth in your arm to muffle the sound it draws from you. It's unbearable that you can't suppress those noises, that you're responding to him so wantonly. As though you want this.

Shigaraki clicks his tongue in disapproval, and suddenly your arm is being twisted behind you, pinned uncomfortably at the small of your back. "None of that. I want to hear all those sweet little noises." He plunges two fingers into your cunt for emphasis, and you cry out at the sudden stretch. "That's better," he pants. You feel sick, your stomach knotted, but even so the feel of his fingers inside you and his thumb rubbing circles against your clit has you writhing in response, lewd squelching noises cutting through the silence every time he thrusts those two digits deeper into your tight pussy.

"Now the next question," he rasps, his fingers leaving your cunt to prod at the puckered entrance above it, "is which of these cute little holes I should fuck, hmm?"

Just the thought of his substantial girth invading your virgin ass is enough to make the blood rush from your face, your tears resuming anew at the humiliating though. "Mm-mm," you whimper, shaking your head protest as one finger slides past that tight outer ring, and Shigaraki leans over you, letting out a cold chuckle.

"If you have a preference you better speak up," he purrs in your ear. "Ask nicely enough and maybe I'll listen."

Your face is burning with embarrassment, but your fear at the thought of just how badly his girthy cock could wreck you outweighs your sense of shame. "M-my p-pussy," you mumble.

A second finger invades your rear entrance, and you whine at the burning ache that accompanies it. "What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"My pussy," you manage to choke out a little louder. "Fuck my pussy. Please." Your shame has you remembering once again that you and Shigaraki aren't alone, your eyes flicking up to Re-Destro. There's a faint sheen of sweat along his brow and he sits hunched in his chair, pants unbuttoned and one hand tucked into his underwear, jerking himself off with quick strokes. The sight makes your stomach clench.

"Ohhhh," Shigaraki hums. His fingers withdraw, but apparently you haven't been humiliated enough, because the flat of his palm cracks down against your asscheek once, then twice, making you writhe as you try to escape the sting. "I think you can do better than that though," he says. "Why don't you beg for my cock like the good little whore that you are? Tell me how badly you want me to fill you up."

He shoves his fingers roughly back into you, uncomfortably deep and nowhere near slick enough, and you let out a sob. "Please, Shigaraki, fuck my pussy," you cry out, loudly enough that anyone waiting outside the office could certainly hear you. You hope there's no one there, but you can't be sure as you continue to beg for him like he wants. "Stretch out my cunt, fill it up with your cock, please. I need it."

The words are hollow, but they seem to appease him. You can feel his length running along your folds, coating itself with your slick, and then he's aligning himself with your entrance. "Well," he says, still panting in your ear, the flat of one hand stroking along the outside of your thigh, "since you asked so nicely."

He buries himself to the hilt in one single thrust, stretching your cunt painfully wide and bottoming out against your cervix with bruising force. You gasp in pain, gripping more tightly to the edge of the desk as Shigaraki sets a punishing pace, working himself feverishly in and out of your heated core. When he reaches to roll your clit between two fingers again you keen, a strangled moan that's half agony, half pleasure, your cunt fluttering shamefully around his length.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he taunts. "For me to pound your tight little cunt? Fill you up with my cum like the worthless fucktoy you are?"

You can only nod, too overwhelmed to think or speak. The only thing you're aware of is sensation: his cock inside you, the way it brushes against that tender, spongy spot deep inside with each thrust, and the sharp ache of his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you. There are still tears streaming down your face, but even as you cry your traitorous cunt is tightening, a tension building in your abdomen that's threatening to snap as he continues to play with your puffy clit. You're still trying to suppress your moans, your teeth sinking in to your lower lip, but it does little to mute the sounds each thrust brings forth from deep in your throat.

"Is the whore going to cum for me?" he growls, nipping at the back of your neck. "It's okay, I knew you would. Knew you wouldn't be able to resist squirting all over like a needy little slut. Go on then," he says, "cum on my cock."

You're still whimpering, shaking your head no no no because you want desperately to deny the effect his ministrations are having, but when he presses more tightly against your clit, rubbing in frenzied circles, the coil that's been tightening finally snaps. You can feel your inner walls clamping down around him as you keen loudly, your toes curling and back arching, helpless against the involuntary pulses of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," Shigaraki groans, his pace increasing until he's railing you with rhythmless fervor. With one final, rough thrust he slams himself as deep as possible, his cock twitching as he cums nestled against your cervix, staying buried deep inside you until you can feel him starting to soften.

You don't move when he finally withdraws, keeping your head bowed against the desk and sniffling pathetically to yourself. His cum and your juices dribble uncomfortably down your thighs, and you feel Shigaraki dip his fingers into the mess he's made, letting out a single satisfied laugh before moving away from you. There's a faint rustling as he tucks himself back into his pants, and you wait with bated breath until you hear the sound of the office door opening and closing before starting to push yourself up off the desk.

Something stops you from moving, a large hand on the back of your neck preventing your escape and forcing you back down. You whimper, your eyes darting around frantically as as a surge of panic rises in your chest. He was supposed to be gone, you'd thought it was over, you...

Your eyes land on Re-Destro. In the humiliating wake of cumming from Shigaraki's vicious assault, you'd almost forgotten that the two of you weren't alone. But your dark-eyed boss is staring down at you from across the desk, his chest heaving and the sizeable bulge still visible in his pants as he keeps you pinned down against his desk.

You feel a jolt of confusion when his hand continues to press firmly into your neck as he rises, walking around the desk to stand behind you in the spot Shigaraki has only recently abandoned. Horrible understanding dawns, and you start to whimper and trash against him, but strong hands continue to hold you in place.

"I think," Re-Destro says, "I have one more job for you to do before you go."

#shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #tw: noncon #cw: noncon #tw: choking

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starlight-starwrites · 3 years

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Dave being hired to be a bodyguard for a high profile diplomat and she has a huge crush but can't risk it. And so they have to have a secret affair 😁

In the Future

note: we’ve got ourselves a spicy kiss, fellas. an unexpected 2.3k.

“Dave, please, I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Then when can you? Because you’ve been avoiding me all day.”

You have to laugh. “Avoiding you? You have been with me the entire freaking day. I have been busy. You think I can just disappear for a while? I have a job to do, and so do you, so do it.”

You try to walk past him, wishing you could just disappear from everyone if just for a moment, but he catches your arm.

“Hey,” his voice is softer now, his attempt at calming you down, pleading with you for your attention like he always does. It works. Every time, unfortunately, and you’re reminded again at why exactly he’s been clinging a little tighter to you today.

You don’t want to think about it now. But it’s the last day you’ll be here in Belgium. You’ve met with the representatives already, finished sending emails that may just go ignored to administrators within the European Union. Your bags have been packed, your private flight back to DC is scheduled to be on time. All that’s left is to actually get to the airport and...part ways with your security detail.

You look up and finally meet his eyes. You can see the hint of sadness, the look of concern, but he’s being stern with you. The same way he was stern when you met, when he probably saved your life. The same stern look he gave you when he told you that you were more than just an entertaining fling, that you were not just some fantasy to act out.

It’s annoying really, how you listen to him so easily. You hadn’t been sure if it was just a fantasy for you, to fall in love with your bodyguard. It may have started that way, but you know its more than that now. Even still, your time here is up, and you promised Dave a conversation.

You glance both ways down the hall before you tug on his arm. “In here,” you say, pulling him into an unlocked maintenance closet. It’s big enough for the two of you to stand without touching each other, giving you enough space to breathe easier.

His brown eyes look you up and down, his forehead creasing. In the closed room, he doesn’t feel the need to hide sorrow in his gaze.

“Last night you said we’d talk.”

“I know.”

“Your flight is in three hours.”

You look away from him, stare at the door instead. “I know.”

He looks to the side too, putting his hands in his pockets and glancing over the shelving unit in the back. “If you want to end this here then just tell me--”

“Dave, no. Stop. That’s not why I’m...” You don’t know what you’re doing. It had started as nothing more than heat of the moment, giving into a mutual attraction and maybe a childish infatuation on your part. It’s been three weeks now here with him, not even a month, but day in, day out he’s been at your side. Every morning, every meeting, every meal. And then every night.

You didn’t want to think how it would end. But here the two of you stand, moments away from when you’ll separate with no idea when you may see him again.

“You said you would be staying here right? What am I supposed to do?” You ask it quietly, almost a whisper. Anyone could hear from outside the door you think, even if the real reason you can’t speak up is standing in front of you, refusing to look at you.

Without him staring you down, you take the chance to really look at him. His hair is neatly combed, the black suit and tie fitting him well, even if at this angle you can see the outline of his gun. His shoulders are tense, and you watch the pout of his lips when he looks down at his shoes.

“You told me you loved me.” He speaks just as quietly as you. Your heart drops at the statement.

It’s true, you had said it. But standing here now with him, you can’t tell if you regret it. He never responded when you blurted it out, still lying in bed. He had kissed your head softly, but that was it. No return of the sentiment, no discussion. You had hoped after that maybe it would just be forgotten, that you could move past it to save yourself from any embarrassment. It seems that at the end of things, you would have no such luck.

“I did,” you respond. Your throat constricts. “I shouldn’t have said it. I wasn’t thinking--”

“Did you mean it?” It’s his turn to interrupt you. He looks up at you finally, and you don’t know what he’s thinking. He wants to know. His eyes dart between yours, searching for the truth, and as scared as you are, there’s something in them that puts you at ease enough to answer.

“Yes. I did mean it.” You leave it at that. It’s the honest answer, and maybe you are foolish for falling so quickly, but what would life be if you didn’t love easily? It’s better than not loving at all. Either he feels the same, or he doesn’t. And that will be that.

He lets out a sigh at your words, whether one of disappointment or relief you don’t know. He pulls his hands from his pockets as though he’s going to reach for you before they fall back down. You don’t know how to say goodbye to him. It’s an uncomfortable situation. He still has to drive you to your flight. See you off in front of everyone.

You step forward and try to speak. “Dave...” your voice is barely even a whisper.

Before you can say anything more, he’s moving in to meet you, large hands grasping your shoulders and holding you chest to chest with him. Your hands unclasped to settle at his waist as you look at him.

His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words to answer you, and you prepare yourself to be disappointed.

“I can’t say it back to you.”

Being prepared doesn’t make it any better. You duck your head so you don’t have to look at him, so he doesn’t have to see the heartbreak on your face, but he ducks his head down to follow your gaze.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” You look at up him briefly, allowing him to say his peace even if you hate what is running through your mind right now. “I’m not ready to say it back to you, but I want to be able to.” His hand comes to tilt your head up so he can look you in the eye. “In the future. But I need to know you want that too.”

You tell the man you love him, that you mean it, and he still needs to know you want to see him again?

“Dave, I would put you on that plane myself if I could. You have to know that.” You take his hand from your face and hold it between you. “I know you have an assignment, I can’t interfere with that.”

“Then tell me you’ll wait for me.”

You laugh at that. Wait for him? Suddenly you feel like two teenagers, so out of control of your futures. The fact you both are hiding in a closet isn’t lost on you.

With a squeeze of his hand, you answer him. “Yeah, alright, I can--”

He leans forward to capture your lips with his. His hand moves from your shoulder to drift down the expanse of your back, and your eyes close as you melt into his body. You release his hand to reach for his hair, fingers curling to tug at the short strands. His mouth opens over yours as he pants at the action, and you take the opportunity to slip in your tongue.

You can feel his smile at the action, and his hands come to grab right under your ass, making you lift up in surprise. You gasp as he starts pushing you backwards, his mouth still moving desperately against yours. He guides you back, and you cling to him, holding your body flush to his. He doesn’t stop the kiss for anything, not when you almost stumble back, or when your hand flails out to grasp at anything, or when your movements knock over broom to bang against the door.

He finally gets you against the wall, trapping you with his body and greedily taking control of the kiss. His tongue traces your bottom lip before diving into your mouth, making you moan and push yourself into him. One of his hands slips under your pencil skirt, grabbing the bare flesh of your thigh and slowly creeping upwards.

You sigh at the sensation, breaking away for a breath to bump his nose with yours. His eyes never open as you blink slowly, and then he’s going for your mouth again, pressing his lips to yours fiercely before pulling away to do it again. His other hand palms your breast over your shirt before coming up to cup your jaw, guiding your movements as you kiss him. His lips slow against yours, coaxing your lips open and his tongue darts in briefly before he tilts his head and pulls one of your lips with his.

“Dav--”

He covers your mouth with his to silence you. He moves against you languidly, drawing out each drag and pull of your lips. You try to memorize the feel of his plush lips on yours, the taste of him. It’s a gentle kiss, and it breaks only for him to come back to press against your lips again. And again. The hand under your skirt holds your thigh, his thumb brushing over the juncture of your hip and thigh. It feels good, distracting, but you want to enjoy it. He pulls back for a moment, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

Whatever you were going to say you don’t remember, and you already miss the taste of him. He must feel the same, and his head dips again to kiss you. Your hands cradle his head, hold him close, your thumbs stroking his cheek bone. This kiss is much different than the passion of the first, or the careful affection of the second. This one he just holds you close, taking in the feel of your body fitting to his, the touch of your fingers, the taste of your lips, the beat of your heart.

You try to forget that you’re leaving him. That even with a promise, maybe you won’t see him again. You try to hold on to what he asked of you. Hold on to the fact that he wanted a moment ‘in the future.’ You try to tame the love in your heart into something that cherishes this moment with him, that wishes him well and prays that he will be safe. You don’t want to leave with thoughts controlled by greed, wishing he was with you.

It’s not a goodbye you remind yourself. It’s an until we meet again.

His lips leave yours with a quiet smack, his nose pressed to your cheek to breathe you in. He whispers your name, and you like the hoarse way it sounds. Your eyes flutter open, gaze drifting from his eyes to his lips and back up again.

“Dave,” you start again. Only this time, it’s not him who interrupts you.

“The car just arrived, and we have the bags in transit. Does anyone have eyes on the minister?”

The crackle from the comm breaks the both of you from the moment, reminding you again you have somewhere you need to be.

Dave’s face morphs from the soft bliss you shared to one of frustration. He takes a deep breath before reaching to answer the call.

“I have eyes on the minister. She’s...finishing up a last minute call.”

You appreciate his ability to think on his feet. Your hand still caresses the side of his face, the other holding to the lapel of his jacket. Throughout the interaction, Dave never pulls his eyes from yours.

“Copy that. We should be on the road in fifteen.”

Dave’s hand comes to the piece at his ear again. “I copy.”

You know you should be fixing your appearance. Ensuring all your items have been gathered. Checking your tablets for updates. But you can’t stop looking into the warm gaze he gives you.

“We should go,” you finally whisper. He just nods. He takes his hand from under your skirt to rest at your hip, and you pull closer to his warm touch.

Together, the two of you walk to the door, never taking your hands from each other. He says your name again softly, and if you had been any more distracted you would have missed it. You stop and stand with him for a moment, before you’re both pulling each other in for one last kiss.

It’s short. Much too short to be any sort of satisfying, but it’s all you can afford at the moment. There are people waiting and jobs to be done.

“Until we see each other again, Mr. York,” you say with a sad smile.

He returns it, holding a hand to your face for a moment before opening the door. “In the future, Minister.”

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

Chapter 4: False God

full masterlist // series masterlist

Pairings: dark!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 3,117

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, stalking, slight bondage, dub-con, non-con. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: after the death of your mother, you decided that you were going to do something new to honor her. You chose a perfect camping spot somewhere down South. You thought it was going to be the life-changing vacation that you never had in your life, until Steve Rogers, a man existed in roughness and control all his life, found you.

a/n: finally finished chapter 4 folks! i wanted their relationship to move forward not only sexually and physically but also, emotionally. steve shows that he doesn’t see her as only a sex object, despite wanting to take full control of her but rather, he will actually care for her as a good dom should. hope you enjoy! please leave a like and comment.

After the steamy session you encountered with Steve, he decided to give you a little break. Amid your post-coital bliss, Steve went upstairs to bring you a glass of water to calm your raging nerves. The experience sent you jolts of pleasure, bewilderment, and pain. You had never felt such extreme pleasure before, it awakens every nerve inside your body, striking a flash of lightning down your spine.

On the other brain, your brain is terrorizing you; you had lost control of your body and you had allowed a man to trespass your most personal territory. A man that your mother had warned you about. A man who was perilous enough to abduct you, strip you out of your rights and rob away your will.

The sickening feeling in your stomach resurfaced, to remind you that threat was imminent, and you can't protect yourself from it. You searched for ways of how to repel him enough to let you go. Would it even be possible for you to manipulate him? You've watched enough movies to draw a plan, on how you learn his weakness and then maybe enervate him so you could make an escape. The stake is high, and there's a probability that his sturdy legs might outrun you, and he might make you suffer the consequences.

If you were going to risk your life, you'd rather die trying than serve him as a sex slave for the rest of your life. Would you even know the road back to where you parked your car? Which made you wonder, what happened to your belongings? Did Steve take those too? Or did he just leave it there in the woods? If he had done the latter, there's a high chance that someone might try to find you, the foresters might try to find out whom they belong to.

Or other campers who might make a visit at the woods, they might wish to get rid of the belongings and that would coerce them into trying to figure out who had camped here before. They might search for clues by checking your phone, driver's license... Hold on, your phone, your driver's license, etc... Could they possibly still be in the woods? Or did Steve take them too? From less than 24 hours of observing him, it doesn't seem like Steve would be reckless enough to leave traces behind now, would he?

Your jumbled questions were quickly disrupted by his entrance through the door. Stepping down the staircase, with a glass of water in his hand. He walked towards you and sat on the bed, he put the glass on the bedside table and untied you. Then he lifted the glass to your lips carefully not to let it spill all over the corners of your mouth.

"Here, cool yourself down."

You took a big gulp and drank down the full glass. The water felt icy washing over your tongue. After the perspiring activity that left you flaring up, you needed something to ground you.

"Enough?"

"Yes, sir."

He put the glass back on the bedside table as he stripped himself out of the sweatpants he wore. "Good girl. Now lay back down."

The sight before you left you agape. His member that had been extricated, sprung free before you, leaking with pre-cum, as it wobbled with each slight movement. What left you jarred, wasn't what it was drenched in; but rather the length and the girth. He really was sculpted by the Gods themselves.

You were subdued by the thought of him being inside you. How was he going to fit? You had never seen a man's shaft up-close. It trembled you knowing what he was likely going to do to you shortly.

He kneeled on his knees between your restrained legs, as he bent down to unleash them. He instantly lifted them and placed them on his shoulders. He paused for a moment to brush his thumb over your lower lip and shoved it inside your mouth. Your frightened eyes pleasured him even more.

"Suck it." You began sucking like a baby and its pacifier. He dragged it in and out as it got wetter each time it retreats out of your lips. Once he felt satisfied enough, he lifted his cock and inserted himself inside you, passing through the thin skin that covers your entrance.

You screamed in pain, not a single hint of pleasure emitting out of you. You tried to stop by pulling down your legs but he was too quick to keep you in place.

"Stop, please. It hurts."

"Shh, it's okay. I know it does, but it will feel better once we get past it."

"No, no, no, please just pull out."

"You don't get to make that wish here."

He didn't hesitate in pushing inside of you even farther until he reached his limit. He sighs as he was fully seated. On the other hand, you were shrieking in pain, the tears in your eyes were flowing uncontrollably, as you tried to block out the view by contorting your place to the side.

He began thrusting at a slow pace, letting you adapt to his size. He knew that one way or another, you were going to have to get past this to experience a whole 'nother level of pleasure and he would gladly take you there. But first, you must give into him as he takes care of the inception of your training.

"Fuck, little girl, you are so tight."

You squealed as you tried to push him off by kicking his face, but he grabbed your ankles and stopped his invasion.

"Hey, hey!" He warned you. He slightly bent down to grab your jaw and made you look into his eyes. It was full of ultimatum. "Remember what happens if you continue to misbehave. I will not tolerate it any longer."

You were breathing harshly, as the tears obscured your visions and the feeling of his size still clogging you full caused you discomfort at a great expanse.

"I- I can't... Please."

"No. You are going to keep your mouth shut and submit to me. The more you fight, the more it's going to be painful for you."

You could only continue to cry, hoping that he'd yield at your tears. But no, softness wasn't a trait this man possessed.

"Now, are you going to behave?"

You hesitated for a second, knowing the only answer he demanded contradicted your wish. But you didn't want to face much worse than what was already happening. You didn't wanna face the consequences of your futile resistance. So with a heavy heart, you opened your mouth; "yes, sir." Your voice was meek.

"Good girl."

He thrust harder than before, as he poured his disappointment on your body. He made you feel each puncture as he drew out pleasure out of your misery. At first, it felt horrible, like you had been shot at your most vulnerable part, but as he kept going, you started to feel good; unspeakable and mystifying.

Eventually, the fight in your body slowly departed as you welcomed this newfound bliss. You moaned as he hit the sensitive spot you were never aware of its existence before. You closed your eyes and let his hips to work over your body.

He stared down at you from above, knowing that once again, he had broken down your wall. He knew you began to allow the pain to introduce you to the pleasure you had never known before. He thrust faster and the bed squeaked from the pace. You moaned harder as your breasts jiggled with his vigorous movement.

He kept going until your climax hits you. You spilled your cum all over his hard-rock member that was still moving in and out of you, prolonging your release. It outpoured of you and merged with pre-orgasm wetness. You gave in to the euphoria, as you laid there, presenting your body to be used to get him off.

Shortly, he reached his own climax and he threw his head back as he growled due to the bliss. He spilled his cum inside of you as he stayed a little longer to make sure every drop was kept within.

He pulled out of you as he saw a droplet of blood mixed with the flowing juices your body produced. He neglected it so t wouldn't scare you. You were frightened enough already, he wasn't going to ruin the moment.

He leaned down and pressed a passionate kiss on your lips. He panted into your mouth and pressed his forehead on yours. "You're mine. All mine."

And you were... Not like you had a say in it anyway.

You dozed off after the post-release euphoria took over your body. It had drained your energy and you couldn't resist the urge of closing your eyes. Steve left you after your first session to let you take a break. He took a dampen cloth from your tiny lavatory and cleaned off the remnants of your release dribbling all over your thighs.

He tenderly wiped your skin, trying not to wake you up. He was aware of how in shock your mind and your body must've been. He then took the used cloth with him and went upstairs. He tossed it in the dirty laundry basket then cleaned himself off.

The day was still young so he decided to break a few sweats. Steve works as a wildland firefighter and a part-time photographer. He doesn't always have to be at the local fire department. He works 4 days a week and gets 4 days off. Usually, during his time off, he would wander around the woods to photograph some scenery himself. But for the past couple of days, he's been a little occupied.

Steve went to his backyard to lift some weights. His thoughts couldn't stop reminiscing the last 24 hours. The first time he saw her exposed body, the way she tasted and the sound of her whimpers... It sent current straight to his cock. It had barely been an hour since he fucked her but he was starting to get hard already. He couldn't get enough of her.

Steve drew the scenarios in his head of tonight's training. He made up his mind and it made him impatient to wake her up. He had to endure it though, he vowed that he was going to be patient with her and he was going to keep his words. He smirked as the bead of sweats ran past his forehead to his body. The fire in him fueled his hunger for her and his zeal to pull a muscle. He groaned as he reached his ideal count and put down the weight.

God knows how many hours later, you woke up in a cold sweat. You just had another nightmare. In your dreams, you were imprisoned in a cage, the steel bars that were keeping you a hostage felt cold under your palms.

Your vision was hazy and your mind was foggy, it's like you had just crashed yourself onto the fence and went comatose. The walls confining you in this insufficient penitentiary were murky grey, only a shed of light coming through a narrow window up above. You called for help but no one answered.

And then, suddenly, the lockup was on fire. The flame was getting close and closer, and you tried to rattle the bars. And before the fire caught up to you, you woke up in a fizzy daze only to realize that a part of your dream wasn't entirely, merely a nightmare. You were still locked up in another confinement, unable to escape.

You moved your hand to rub your forehead as you realized that your hands were no longer tied. Your excitement was soon repealed as you sat up only to see that your feet were still bound. At least the gag in your mouth wasn't holding you back anymore now too.

You could call for him in case you need anything, but you pondered, what did you need, really? He certainly wasn't going to set you free and nothing he could give to enhance your mood. Your contemplation was soon cleared out by the sound of the opened door and footsteps following it. To say you weren't scared anymore would be a hastened overstatement, but you no longer felt the shivers ran down your spine or the irrational fears overclouding your brain.

He brought a tray with him, with a pot roast and a glass of wine on it. The smell was tantalizing. He greeted you with a warm smile, a rare one that you hardly got to see. He put down the tray and sat beside you.

"How are you feeling?"

You paused for a moment before you answered. Him worrying about how you feel was strange. All this time, he had taken you as a captive, never once did he ever selflessly care for your being. "As best as I could, I guess..."

"You did really well today, you trusted me to take care of you and you gotta keep it up. We can go to the next lesson, once you've got the hang of it."

"I'm not sure how much more I can take..." You hugged your knees as if you were trying to shield yourself from this beast. You softly shook your head and averted his piercing gaze.

"I'll take you there. We'll take it as slow as you need, but I need you to be able to keep up. I promised not to hurt you, didn't I?" His hand reached your face, and cupped your cheek, directing your eyes onto his.

The deep blue eyes that were usually sharp and lust-blown, were now warm and... assuring. Like he meant every word he said, every forgotten promise that he made amid fiery moments.

You shrugged off his question. "Can I eat? I'm a little hungry."

He removed his hand from your cheek and answered, "of course. You need some fuel before we start anyway."

You knew that should've jarred you, but slowly, you felt yourself giving into his control, letting him take the wheel. Just for now, you were going to let him have the upper hand, you'll find a way to utilize your submissiveness later when you know the time is right.

You dined with your brain swirling with questions, a lot of them. If he swore that he wasn't going to hurt you, surely it wouldn't hurt to ask for some explanation, would it? You gathered all the bits of bravery inside you... The ones that were left anyway, and paused your chewing.

"I have a question..."

"Go on."

"Why am I here... Really?" He contorted at that. He sighed as if he was dreading this circumstance.

"I know you promised not to hurt me and I trust you, but... I can't trust you fully if you keep me in the dark." You paused, the look on his face and the shift in his body were warning you to turn back around.

"I wanna be able to work through whatever this is we are doing, based on mutual trust. And that means I wanna trust you not only in not hurting me but also, knowing that I'll be able to prepare myself for whatever plans you have for me next."

He exhaled once more and this time, he turned his face back to you. "You are here because I wanted something to keep to myself. We, men, have needs and sometimes those needs must be fulfilled immediately."

You didn't know how to respond to that. You stayed quiet and let him carry on. You hugged your knees tighter than before and drooped.

"Tell me, were you happy?" That made you lift your head and glared. What did he mean by that?

"What...?"

"Before this, were you happy with your life?"

"I don't... I don't understand..."

He inched his face closer to you. "I looked through your phone, and from what I learned, you came all the way here from New York to run away for something, didn't you? What was it? Was it your mother?"

And just like that, one trigger word alarmed all the cells in your body; your anxiety spiraled, tightening your chest, your breathing became labored, and the perpetual agony the death of your mother had left you with, came rushing back, flooding your lungs like you were drowning in the middle of Pacific ocean.

"How do you know about that?"

"I looked through your phone, and I saw pictures of her on a hospital gown and your recent texts indicated that you were mourning."

You stared at him in disbelief, how could he do that to you? Not only did he take you against your will and violated your body without your consent, but also invaded your privacy without asking for your permission.

You closed your eyes and bowed your head down, suddenly feeling like you were on the edge of having a meltdown, "stop. Just stop." You blocked your ears from listening to him any longer.

"What? Baby, what's wrong?"

"Stop talking about her, please." You had never felt so cramped before. The pain from missing your mother, the anxiety of being kidnapped, and the void feeling of not knowing what the future holds for you are piling up.

"Okay, then I won't talk about it anymore. But I need you to know that, as your caregiver, I'm not only here to guide you through sexual activities, but you can count me to be a shoulder to cry on." He paused. "You told me not to keep you in the dark, and I won't. But trust works both ways, sweetheart."

You averted the ambush to get any further by making something up, "Can I get a rest tonight? It's been a really long day."

Steve stayed silent for a moment, uncertain of your bold request, but he was a man of his words, if he pushed you any further, exceeding your limits, he might end up hurting you, so he learned to cut you some slacks and granted you the rest you needed tonight.

"Alright, we can move our next training tomorrow. Get some sleep." He got out of the bed and lifted the tray with your unfinished meal, due to your loss of appetite.

"Goodnight." He pecked a kiss on your forehead and exited the room. He switched off the lights and left you in the dark, the gloom once again guards you.

You queried; when did the monster under your bed had chosen to walk in plain sight and spook you even under the broad daylight...

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Ojiro x Black reader

Sub/Dom dynamics.

Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"

But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi

I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈

"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"

It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course.

"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."

You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!"

You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!"

You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.

A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price.

(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)

Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE

You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.

You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.

You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction.

When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!"

That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence."

In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction.

*Thump*

You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"

*Thump*

The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.

His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.

*Thump*

That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n."

A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'

Click

You stop in your tracks as you hear movement behind you.

'he got in didn't he'

'why did I give him the key?'

You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck.

"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.

Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"

Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"

Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"

Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."

He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.

"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.

"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me."

Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.

"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."

Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."

You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."

You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.

You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.

Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.

You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.

Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.

"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.

As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.

Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!"

Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before.

Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.

He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji."

The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in. Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.

Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit.

You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.

"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours.

You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.

Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."

You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.

You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.

"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum."

You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.

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longassr1de · 4 years

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Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

#nct 00 line smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno smut #nct jeno smut #longassr1de #longassr1de fics #my post #my writing #more tags later it's like 7am and im exhausted from the lack of sleep but i wanted to rush and finish this in one go lmao

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