#Len exposes her kinks
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Flight to Orynth x Rowaelin | AO3 | Masterlist
Summary: Aelin’s flight is delayed due to inclement weather. Thankfully she has a certain silver haired stranger to keep her company.
Word Count: 4.3k
CW: nsfw (18+ only), strangers in an airport, slight praise kink, modern au
Aelin: September 9th
Lysandra: ???
Aelin: Save the date. For my upcoming wedding to the hottest fucking male I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. 🥵
Lysandra: SEND PIC
Aelin: hahaha, uh no.
Lysandra: Aelin!! pleeaasse
Aelin: I’m not snapping a photo of a stranger like a fucking creep.
Lysandra: May I remind you of our trip to Wendlyn last summer…
Aelin’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly with a snort. Her best friend loved to play dirty.
Her gaze cut up across the sitting area to the unsuspecting male. His nose continued to be buried in a novel. Of course, he just had to be a reader, too. Gods help her.
Aelin: FINE
Lysandra: 😁😘
Her heart thudded wildly in her chest as her eyes were drawn back to the silver haired male still focused on his book. She wasn’t normally so easily rattled by a male, let alone one across a large room whom she hadn’t even spoken to.
It was just one silly picture.
Attempting to be inconspicuous, Aelin shifted the angle of her phone until the lens brought the subject of her attention into focus. He was truly a beautiful specimen… Gods, get a grip. Her thumb hit the shutter button and snapped a few back-to-back frames.
Recrossing her legs, Aelin pulled up the most recent photo in her album app. A hint of a smile dusted her lips while she drank in the male. The photo didn’t do him justice, yet somehow was still unfairly flattering. And that quiet smirk tugging on his lips had faint flutters stirring low in her belly.
Aelin’s teeth dragged over her bottom lip as she sent the photo off to Lys, who must have been poised and ready to pounce. Her response was near immediate.
Lysandra: GODS FUCK, AELIN.
Her teeth clamped down harder to stifle her laugh.
Aelin: I know!
Lysandra: THE MUSCLES.
Lysandra: THE FACE.
Aelin: I know!!!!
Aelin: Lys, I’ve never wanted a stranger so bad. 🥵 it’s been way too long.. I’m dying over here.
Lysandra: Go climb that male like a tree. NOW!
Aelin: 😂
Lysandra: I’m dead serious. You’re hot as fuck. It’d be a damn blessing for any male to—
Aelin slammed her phone face down onto her lap when a low voice practically purred, “If you need a close up, don’t be afraid to ask.” The lilt of his accent thrummed through her in all the best places.
She whipped to where the voice had come from, only to be brought up short with that gorgeous silver haired male now occupying the seat to her left.
Proximity only enhanced his already attractive features—piercing emerald that banded his pupils, sharp lines and strong jaw, thick lashes that every male seemed to undeservingly have, plush soft pink lips that curved into a self-assured smirk.
Aelin’s eyes snagged on swirls of black ink peeking out just above his shirt collar. His sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, exposing powerful arms—the left one covered in more ink down to his wrist. Her fingers itched to uncover if his sleeve connected to the tattoo on his chest.
Gods, she could quite possibly die. Her pulse hammered in her ears and her palms felt clammy with the shock of being caught.
With a clearing of her throat, she shoved the embarrassment down and grabbed furiously at the threads of inner bravado she could typically summon so easily.
Aelin leveled her gaze with his then quipped, “Can a female be blamed for admiring the male form?”
His smirk grew as his eyes flicked down her body before settling back on her face. “Certainly not.”
Her current travel attire consisted of her favorite pair of yoga pants that nicely accentuated her toned legs and ass, and a cropped hoodie that tastefully exposed a section of her midriff—practical and cozy, but also cute. Her new companion seemed to agree.
The male relaxed back in his seat, slightly orienting his body towards her. He reached out a large bronze hand, “I’m Rowan.”
His grasp was warm and firm. “Aelin.”
Rowan hummed appreciatively, his hand lingering against hers a moment longer. “Pretty.”
Heat rose to her neck and cheeks. Averting her gaze, Aelin’s eyes fell to the phone in her lap. This was all Lysandra’s fault. She just knew her best friend would be laughing herself silly if she were privy to Aelin’s current situation.
Aelin subtly shifted in her seat as well, to better see Rowan. She made a show of recrossing her legs, letting her right foot bob freely in the air. His gaze tracked the movement, leaving a trail of heat tingling up the length of her leg.
“So what brings you to this fine establishment on a stormy Tuesday evening?” Aelin asked airly with a wave of her hand to their general surroundings.
Rowan chuckled, laugh lines crinkling around pretty green eyes. “Your flight grounded due to the weather, too?”
She nodded her confirmation. “Orynth. You?”
The corners of his lips upturned. “Same. Flying in from Doranelle after visiting on holiday.” She wondered idly who exactly he might’ve been visiting. Friends, family—a significant other?
“I try to go home at least twice a year,” Rowan supplied, as if her thoughts were written across her face. “Though my cousins insist it’s not enough,” he chuckled. So family, then.
Aelin hummed. “So you work and live in Orynth then?”
“Yeah. I took a position back in the fall at UT.” She raised an eyebrow. Snagging a position at the University of Terrasen was an impressive feat. “I love it so far,” Rowan continued. “And Terrasen is a beautiful country.”
She couldn’t help the fond smile that curved her lips. “It really is.” She gently nudged his calf with her foot and crooned, “What is it you teach, Professor?”
The change was subtle, but Aelin swore his pupils dilated ever so slightly. Interesting. Rowan snorted, “History.”
“Explains the novel,” she said, dipping her chin towards the worn war book tucked into a side pocket of his carryon bag.
“What can I say, it’s an area of interest.”
Aelin’s smile broadened with mischief. “I could provide a few recommendations if you’re looking to add a bit of spice to your repertoire.”
Rowan’s head tipped back as he barked a laugh. “Oh, Aelin—I’m quite sure you could.”
Her name wrapped in his voice was like whiskey, all smooth burning heat. Her belly swooped with the suggestion coloring his tone.
“And what is it that you do, outside of your personal interest in photography?” He gave her a cheeky grin. “Surely assassin is off the list. You’re about as subtle as a flying brick.”
Aelin hit his arm playfully, refusing to allow her subsiding flush of embarrassment to rise to the surface of her skin again. “I work in publishing,” with a muttered bastard under her breath. To which Rowan heard perfectly, if his amused chuckle was any indication.
“Ahh, so you truly are equipped to hand out recommendations then,” he surmised.
Aelin leaned a bit into his space and hummed a confirmation, then added, “But the spicy recs are solely of personal interest.”
Her eyes tracked the bob of his throat as he swallowed thickly. She rested back into her seat again with a satisfied smirk.
Rowan’s gaze darted to the large screen mounted by their gate, skimming the information displayed. A moment later, his pine-green eyes were focused back on her. A quiet heat began to unfurl in the pit of her stomach as she held his stare.
His words were soft when he spoke. “Flight is still delayed for the foreseeable future. Let me buy you a drink.”
She pretended to mull over the pros and cons of sharing a drink with this virtual stranger—incredibly attractive virtual stranger. It wasn’t like she had anything else better to do to pass the time while stuck in this gods-forsaken airport. She couldn’t deny he would still likely be her first choice, regardless.
Rowan’s quiet confidence seemed to slightly waver with her prolonged silence, as if he were second guessing his offer and assessment of where they stood with one another on the flirting spectrum.
Aelin mercifully put a stop to his internal backtracking and offered her hand, accepting his invitation. The brilliant smile she received in response warmed through her as she allowed Rowan to pull her to her feet.
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Aelin: I’m having drinks with him at the bar.. 🙈
Lysandra: OMG! I demand every single detail as soon as you land!!!
Lysandra: and BE SAFE.
Aelin: I will, promise 😘
Aelin smiled softly to herself as she returned her phone to an inner pocket of her work bag. Rowan sidled up to their shared high-top table and placed a second glass of red in front of her. She murmured a thank you before taking a long sip.
Rowan gave a nod as he settled on the stool across from her, a whiskey neat cradled between his large hands. Large, tan hands that she wondered how would feel exploring her body…
Aelin tightly squeezed her thighs together to stave off the growing ache between her legs. But the teasing pressure only stoked the flames licking to life beneath her skin. The warm buzz of the wine also wasn’t helping matters, nor was her current 9 month stint of celibacy since her breakup with Chaol.
“So,” he drawled before taking a dreg from his whiskey glass. “Are you ever going to share why you were snapping pictures earlier?”
Aelin slumped in her stool with an abashed groan, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“That was not my finest moment.” She risked a peek at him; open, gentle amusement shone back. “I’m sorry for that by the way.”
“I’m not.” Rowan said matter-of-fact. “It gave me the excuse I was desperate for to approach you.”
Aelin’s heart stuttered.
“I also hoped it meant that I’d maybe caught your eye, too,” he admitted softly.
She sat frozen for a moment, stunned by his revelation. Then wordlessly emptied the last remnants of her wine glass before sliding off the stool. It took all of two steps before she found herself well in Rowan’s space. Crisp snow and pine mixed with spicy undertones of a cologne filled her lungs. The heat emanating from his body made her head spin.
Her fingertips brushed featherlight alongside the edge of his strong jaw, savoring the nip of his stubble. Gently, Aelin turned his face towards hers and leaned in close. Rowan met her halfway, his breath soft against her lips as they both hesitated for a moment, then closed the remaining space between them.
The kiss was gentle, exploratory. Rowan tasted like the whiskey he was drinking, and she wanted to drink every bit of him down. Aelin gripped his shirt to pull him closer. The heat of his skin burned through her when he cupped her face, thumb smoothing over her cheekbone.
Rowan tilted her head back further for better access, tongue dancing across the seam of her lips. Aelin moaned softly, immediately opening her mouth to him. Rowan’s free hand had traveled to the swell of her hip and flexed tightly in response. Holding steady, keeping her close.
A pointed throat clearing cut through their reverie.
Her eyes cut over to the lonely looking patron two tables over who was going to great efforts to not stare at them. Her focus slid back to glinting pine-green eyes, and she clamped her lips shut to suppress the bubbling laugh—at this ridiculously crazy situation and the dazed look that overtook Rowan’s features.
“There’s a single unit restroom down that corridor,” she murmured with a slight incline of her head in the direction behind him, eyes smoldering as they peered up through thick lashes. “Meet me there in 5?”
“Yes.” His vehemence crackled through her veins.
The corner of Aelin’s mouth tugged upwards, and she extracted herself from his grasp. Wordlessly grabbing her work bag, she slipped past him in the direction of the restroom.
Aelin’s heart pounded rapidly in her ears, blood roaring with anticipation as the door snicked close behind her. Shaky fingers hung her bag on a courtesy hook before she turned to face the mirror.
Fiery blue eyes reflected back, bright and wild. Her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed with a healthy mix of arousal and adrenalin. She was really going to do this—fuck a stranger in an airport bathroom. Heat shot down her spine and pooled between her legs with the thought.
Mind so addled with lust and need, it was difficult to find reason not to do it. Her body burned with want for Rowan—very well might die from it without proper release.
Aelin leaned her palms against the sink counter and loosed a jagged breath. Breathe.
A soft knock echoed in the small space and she belatedly realized she hadn’t locked the door. Relief flooded over her as silver tendrils came into view, followed by the rest of him.
Anticipation twisted in her gut as Rowan clicked the deadbolt into place and turned to her. She swore the temperature of the room steadily rose when their eyes locked in the mirror.
Rowan dropped his bag to the floor and sidled up behind Aelin, his body heat and scent enveloping her. She bit back a moan, leaning into him.
He brushed thick golden tresses over to one shoulder, then pressed a kiss behind the shell of her ear, warm breath ticking. Aelin shivered. Rowan trailed open-mouthed kisses across her jaw and down her throat. Tipping her head to the side, she offered him more skin to claim.
“I’ve–I’ve never… done–” a sharp hiss turned moan interrupted her thoughts as teeth bit the sensitive flesh between her shoulder and neck before licking the hurt away.
“Never,” he rasped in agreement.
Rowan fingered the hem of her cropped sweatshirt before Aelin yanked it over her head without hesitation. His eyes grew impossibly darker, nostrils softly flaring at the sight of her pert rosy nipples through the sheer lace bralette.
Rowan snaked an arm across her chest, brushing a peaked nipple with his thumb and affectionately squeezing her breast. The other firmly held her hips against his, grinding against her backside.
“Never,” he repeated. “But you’re so fucking perfect, Aelin. I can’t help myself.”
Her name on his tongue was going to be her undoing.
The incessant press of his stiff erection at the seam of her ass had her eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, more, more.
His arms tightened as she attempted to turn, holding her in place to face the mirror.
“Rowan,” she ground out in frustration.
Rowan tutted at her, wrapping his left hand around her throat to apply light pressure while the right wandered down the flat plane of her stomach. “Patience, sweetheart.” His fingers inched closer, barely dipping below the waistline of her pants, taunting.
The tension tightly coiling low in her gut was unbearable. Aelin gripped the wrist of his teasing hand, nails biting into tan skin. Her hips instinctively rolled, seeking his touch, but he didn’t budge.
“Please,” she whimpered, and he nibbled at her earlobe in response. Gods, she was going to lose her ever-loving mind. “Rowan, please please touch me.”
His fingers tightened the slightest bit around her throat. Piercing green pinned her in place through the mirror’s reflection, his smile purely predatory. “Now how can I resist such pretty begging?”
Aelin swallowed thickly, eyes following the descent of his hand.
Her nerve endings exploded when he finally, finally touched where she ached for him most. Utterly helpless to the groan that tore from her throat.
Rowan’s fingers moved in tight lazy circles over the bundle of nerves. His other hand slid from her neck to the curve of her jaw, gently turning Aelin’s head to the side.
“Shhh,” he soothed against her lips. “I want nothing more–gods,” Rowan sputtered, fingers dipping to her center, coating them in her dripping arousal. “–than to hear you scream yourself hoarse on my fingers, on my cock.”
Aelin loosed a shuddering breath as said cock twitched against her ass.
Rowan’s slick fingers slid back to her clit and her whole body tensed. He nipped at her bottom lip, “But I need you to keep quiet this time. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, dazed.
“Good girl,” he crooned before kissing her deeply, thoroughly.
Aelin lost herself to the slide of his mouth against hers and the press of his touch at her sex. His hand dropped from her face to her breast, pinching one of her stiff nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through her. Then, without warning, Rowan pushed a finger into her heat, then added a second one.
After a few pumps, he eased in a third digit. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” His voice was sinful. “Have to make sure you’re nice ‘n ready for me.”
He greedily swallowed down her moans. Pumping slowly in and out of her, her walls stretching to accommodate.
Their kiss broke on a gasp that stole the breath from her lungs as Rowan curled his fingers to rub that spot along her inner walls. Her body clenching around his thick digits and toes curling in her shoes.
Rowan chuckled lowly. “Ohh, right there?” She nodded mutely.
He pressed a kiss to throat. “Use your words, Aelin.”
“Yes,” she groaned, hips undulating in time with his thrusts. “Gods, yes. Right there—nnh, fuck.”
The blatant neediness in her voice should’ve been embarrassing, but she was half out of her mind to care.
Rowan rewarded her with the firm press of his thumb to her clit, his fingers continually pumping into her. “Such a good fucking girl for me."
Aelin’s body trembled with the building pressure, overwhelmed with the effect of his words and touches. Surely she would combust any second and the wildfire roaring beneath her skin would consume her whole.
Rowan sunk his teeth into her pulse point and her body arched, pleasure rocketing through her. The impossibly wound coil deep in her gut finally snapping. Aelin nearly sobbed from relief, sagging against the strong arm across her chest.
Rowan’s hand lazily coaxed the last remnants of pleasure from her as she finished riding the wave of her orgasm. Their heavy breaths and his fingers gently pushing through the slick between her thighs the only sounds filling the space.
Not until he ensured she was fully sated did he pull away from her heat, dragging his fingers up the center of her body to leave a glistening trail in their wake. Aelin swallowed thickly as he brought those fingers to his lips to lick them clean. Humming like she was the sweetest thing he’s had the pleasure of tasting.
Aelin turned on shaky legs and hastily dragged his face to hers, lips colliding in a soul searing kiss. Rowan lifted and sat her on the bathroom counter without severing contact. Large hands tangled in her hair, tipping her head back to open her up further. Aelin hummed against the brush of his tongue.
Hands tugged impatiently at his shirt as she mumbled “off” against his lips. Rowan chuckled but obliged nonetheless.
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes unabashedly devoured the muscled expanse of his heaving chest. The inked sleeve on his left arm indeed connected seamlessly to the whirling designs spanning across his left pec, licking up the base of his neck. She swallowed an appreciative groan.
“Gods, it’s unfair how fucking hot you are.” Aelin lightly scraped her nails over the ridges of his abdominal muscles.
“You’re one to talk.”
She smirked, but didn’t respond.
Her focus was instead drawn to the impressive bulge straining painfully against the zip of his jeans. Rowan grunted when she palmed him through the material. Then so slowly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down. Aelin worked the jeans and boxer briefs over his hips until his erection was freed and bobbing just below his navel.
Her eyes widened.
By the wryd, he was massive. No wonder he took such care in working her with his fingers first.
The smug grin was wiped clean from his face when she wrapped a hand around him. His head fell against her shoulder, releasing a jagged breath as she methodically worked her hand up and down his length.
Rowan mindlessly thrusted into her hand with soft groans. His full body shuddered when she squeezed the head of his cock and pressed her thumb to the weeping slit.
He bit out a curse, firmly gripping her wrist. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
“Isn’t that the point?” She asked sweetly.
Rowan dragged his thumb across her lip. “You’re such a wicked thing.”
She hummed then wriggled her hips in silent command. Rowan didn’t need further elaboration, hooking his large hands in the band of her underwear and pants, slowly peeling them down her toned legs, also discarding her shoes in the process. At his gentle prod she spread her thighs, exposing herself fully to him.
The debauched groan that ripped deep from within his chest shot straight to her core. Pine-green eyes glazed as they settled on her glistening sex.
“Rowan,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her words snapped him into action. Gripping the base of his cock, he notched the swollen head against her entrance.
His body went rigid. “Fuck.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Trying to keep panic from edging in her voice.
“I don’t have a condom.” Rowan looked physically pained, tone forlorn.
Oh.
“Fuck, Aelin, I’m sorry.” He bowed to rest his forehead against hers. She tried very hard to block out the feel of him nudging against her folds with the movement. “I didn’t expect—hadn’t plann–”
Aelin silenced him with a kiss, slow and gentle. Her fingers delicately twined with the silvery strands at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck me, Rowan.” His cock twitched against her thigh.
He traced his thumb across her collarbone. “Are you sure?”
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes,” he answered—to both questions. She nodded with understanding.
She stroked his length, then realigned him with her entrance.
“Then fuck me.”
So he did, pushing into her with a powerful thrust. Rowan slotted his mouth over Aelin’s to muffle her cries. Her toes curled tightly at the backs of his thighs, struggling to find any space within her for breath. Rowan panted, giving her time to adjust. Strong muscles shaking with barely controlled restraint.
After a moment, hips rolled against his in silent command. And Rowan obliged, pulling out to the tip before snapping into her heat again. Over and over.
Aelin’s head dropped back on a strangled moan as her nails dug into his flesh, seeking purchase anywhere.
“You take my cock so well, Aelin,” he bit out. “So fucking good for me.”
Rowan groaned as she clenched around him. Never in her life had she been so gods-damned aroused. She was going to come from his words alone, taking her apart piece by piece.
“Please, please, Rowan.”
His hand slipped between their sweaty bodies and drew pants from her pretty mouth that grew breathier and higher with each passing stroke. Until finally a wave of pleasure crested over her and she shattered around him.
Rowan nearly choked as her core contracted tightly around him. He buried a hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his in a rough kiss, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic. Then he was groaning loudly against her lips, finally meeting his release deep within her.
Aelin gently scraped her nails against his scalp and hummed into his mouth as his hips rocked slowly into hers, milking the last of their shared pleasure.
They stayed like that for long moments, Rowan still buried inside her and their lips exploring languidly. Separating only once a shiver ran through her body, the sweat gathered in the dip of her lower back cooling.
Rowan murmured against her skin through a smile, “Let's get you dressed.”
Aelin made a noise of protest as he pulled out of her, but allowed him to gently wipe her clean before helping her back into her clothes. Once fully dressed and steadied on her feet, Rowan tilted her chin with a tenderness that made her heart ache and gave her a lingering kiss.
“When we get back to Orynth, let me take you to dinner.”
With a little shrug, Aelin gave him a simpering smile. “It’s the very least you could do.”
Rowan snorted, despite the bright grin splitting his face. Then shook his head with quiet amusement, “So wicked.”
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Aelin finally settled into her seat on the plane.
A smile seemed to permanently occupy her lips since she and Rowan slipped from the bathroom earlier.
Rowan. Gods, what an unexpected surprise he turned out to be.
Aelin slipped her phone from her pocket, preparing to switch it to Airplane Mode. Just as she swiped away the lock screen, a text notification scrolled across the top from her newest added contact. Biting her lip, Aelin tapped on the notification to open up the new iMessage thread.
Rowan: See you soon, sweetheart.
Warmth flooded her chest. Before she could type a response, her phone vibrated again with an additional incoming text and an image.
Rowan: ps. you can’t blame this poor male for admiring your exquisite form either. 😉
Aelin’s head jerked up to stare at the mop of silver hair seated several rows ahead of her, mouth agape for several seconds. Her lips twitched into a smirk, snorting in disbelief as her eyes fell back to the image on her phone.
An image of her from hours ago, stretching out in her seat with a hand running through her hair. Frankly, it was a good candid putting the lines of her body on display in the best way.
The stewardess’ voice crackled through the overhead speaker, directing passengers to please secure their seatbelts, close their dropdown trays, and switch all electronics to airplane mode.
Aelin fired a quick response back before toggling on Airplane Mode: Sneaky bastard!
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Young American - Part 16**
Hello friends! I finally finished this chapter! It's kind of a filler to set up for her meeting his family next! I haven't decided if their trip will just be one or two chapters, but that's what's coming next! Also, a visual of her dress for the wedding will be posted at the very end! Thank you for your patience I've had the longest week!
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Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), a little dry humping moment, breeding kink
WC: 8K
Today was the day in which Y/N would finally be able to tattoo her aunt. She had been looking forward to this for years and the time had finally come. Harry had offered his place for a bit more privacy now that he had brought over all of his equipment, but Julie insisted that they do it at the shop. She took the final appointment of the day, at 5:30pm, so that they would kind of have some private time as it would kind of be big tattoo. Harry drew up the stencil while Y/N introduced Julie to everyone she hadn’t met yet. They had been super sweet and bought her a healthy cake, well as healthy as cake could get, balloons and flowers. Julie really enjoyed getting to know everyone and finally when it was time to get on the table she greeted Harry and chatted with him while Y/N got set up.
“Alright, ready?” Y/N asked.
“I’ve been ready.” Julie said with a grin and Y/N, G, and Harry chuckled and just like that Y/N was going over the first line of the stencil. G started asking her about why she wanted this tattoo and Julie explained her interest in it and what it meant to her. Harry listened on as well, but was more assisting Y/N is she needed the supplies or more ink or vaseline, like the good boyfriend he was. It was such an intricate tattoo that Y/N was just quiet and focusing on keeping to the stencil of the flower of life pattern, but also to keep her emotions in check; she couldn’t start to tear up in the middle of this.
The rest of the crew did hang back and they ordered some dinner as well, wanting to wait and show their support for Y/N’s first large tattoo, but also such a special one to her. They did take a little break to eat before Y/N jumped back into it with Julie and Harry at her side while everyone else socialized a bit in the lounge before they started to head home. Now Y/N was starting to work on the outer elements, which were inspired by some mandala art that Julie really wanted incorporated.
“How are you feeling, darling?” Julie asked Y/N and she just exhaled a bit shakily.
“Honestly, just trying to keep it together.” She admitted with a soft smile and Julie sighed.
“Me too.” She confessed through a giggle, “H, can I bug you to take a vide for my instagram story?” Julie asked.
“Yeah, of course.” He said turning back to the counter where she’d set her things down.
“The password’s 1983.” She said and he typed it in before finding her instagram app and starting to record the story. Harry actually had a great eye behind the lens and so Y/N didn’t question it when he started to record but crouched down and then made his way around to show Julie smiling at the head of the bench. He then let it replay for her to see, “Oh, that’s really good! Save it, and then type “getting tattooed by my lovely niece, and tag her, and then put dream come true.” Harry did just as he was told and then posted the story. He also snapped a few pictures for her and was messing around with them, editing them to make them stand out a bit more until Y/N needed help with other things. It was reaching the 3 hour mark as they approached the final elements of the tatoo.
“I think it’ll be another 30-40 minutes. You doing OK?” Harry asked Julie who hummed. She enjoyed getting tattooed and she hadn’t been tattooed in ages for fear of exposing herself or risking her health. She knew tatoo shops were clean, but sometimes people still came in if they were sick and things like that, so it had been a while. She wasn’t in pain or feeling any discomfort because she was just so happy to finally be doing this with Y/N. “And you, baby?” Harry asked Y/N, “How’s your hand?” He asked. This had been her longest tattoo ever.
“It’s alright. I took a preventative Tylenol after eating.” She said quietly and he smiled before he gently kissed her head while she dipped into the ink cup.
“It’s looking really good.” He assured and she glanced up at him with a smile.
“Thank you, baby.” She responded before she got back to it. After another 20 minutes she was just shading around certain areas to make them stand out more and Harry was just looking over everything else one last time.
“That’s so fucking sick. It looks really good.” Harry grinned happily.
“I can’t wait to see it!” Julie squealed in excitement and Y/N and Harry both chuckled. He snapped a few more pictures on his phone of the work being done and soon he started cleaning up everything that Y/N was no longer using.
“Alright, I think we’re just about done.” Y/N announced.
“Here, my love.” Harry said placing down some clean paper towels down for her with his now gloved hands.
“Thanks, baby.” She responded quietly and Julie was just smiling at their interactions. She was obsessed with the way he doted on her. Soon she heard the machine power off and Y/N sighed. “All done! Let me just clean you up a bit.” She said before dabbing at the area she’d just tattooed with some paper towels to soak up the excess ink.
“Here’s some more, baby.” Harry said handing Y/N another wad of the paper towels. “S’gonna be cold.” She warned Julie as she squirted a soapy water mix onto the paper towels Harry had just handed her and then she gently dabbed against the area she had just finished tattooing. The cold of the damp paper towel was a nice and soothing contrast against the hot and stinging sensation that was taking over now that the tattoo was done. “It looks so good.” Y/N gushed and Julie squealed excitedly before Y/N helped her up.
Harry started to clean up a bit as Y/N took Julie over to the mirror and started to show her the tattoo. Julie started to cry tears of happiness as she inspected the work on her body. Harry could hear her telling Y/N how much she loved it and how proud she was of her. He did give them a bit of space and then Y/N showed her the bathroom so that she could get her shirt back on, as she was currently just holding it against her front.
“Ahhh.” Y/N groaned quietly as more tears pricked at her eyes and Harry smiled at her and pulled her closer.
“S’alright love. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He said quietly as his hands landed on her lips and she smiled.
“Thank you, baby. And thanks for helping with the design too and everything you did today. It means a lot to me that you were also here for this.” She sniffled.
“I’m happy I was able to be here too.” He smiled before he kissed her forehead. They finished cleaning up and were soon locking up the shop. “See you tomorrow?” He hummed as Y/N leaned into his hold and she nodded.
“Yeah. Love you.”
“Love you.” He hummed before their lips met in a sweet peck, “Bye, Julie. I’ll probably see you tomorrow too.” He smiled and she nodded as they kissed cheeks before he got on his motorcycle. Y/N hadn’t ridden on it and as much as she wanted to, she was nervous to try so she wouldn’t be going home with him when he rode on it for the time being, but maybe someday is what she had told him. She and Julie got in Y/N’s car and made their way home. Julie was being very mindful of not resting against the seat, which was proving to be difficult and they were having a laugh about it as she said that hovering the way she was, was a killer ab workout.
“So Harry was telling me something about you maybe going to visit England with him.” Julie brought up and Y/N smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, his cousin’s getting married in like mid May.” She smiled.
“What’s stopping you?”
“Well, nothing really anymore. Like I said I’ll go, but it’s just expensive.” She explained, “He said he’d take care of the tickets, but I feel kind of bad.” She sighed.
“Well if you need help I can certainly pitch in.” she assured and Y/N sighed.
“I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s not an imposition, darling. You love him, he loves you, and he wants his family to meet you and get to know you. This is a big step!” She said with a smile and Y/N sighed.
“It is, isn’t it?” She asked with a slightly nervous smile.
“Yeah! I don’t want you to be worried about anything except showing his family how lovely you are.” Julie said and Y/N smiled.
“You know, a few weeks ago at your little remission party?” Y/N reminded, “We kind of started talking about marriage.”
“Oh…” Julie said quietly and Y/N hummed.
“Yeah, he asked if I ever wanted to get married and what would it be like, big or small. He said that he had envisioned it while we were washing the dishes together after dinner.” She smiled as she recalled the moment.
“And…have you thought about it too?” She asked Y/N and she smiled.
“I mean…yeah.” She confirmed, “I thought about something small. I’d invite you, grandma, and my parents and hopefully they show up. The people from the shop and some friends from college.” She shrugged, “And just doing something tiny like that. We probably won’t feed you guys, sorry in advance,” she said and Julie chuckled, “and we’d just drive away in the Ferrari to wherever we feel like going.” Y/N finished with a smile.
“Oh to be young and in love…makes you feel invincible.”
“I’d like to think that we kind of are.” She hummed softly and Julie smiled.
“I mean, I think you kind of are.” She added and Y/N couldn’t help the giddy giggle that poured from her lips.
“Thank you.” She said joyfully.
“Do you see yourself staying here? Or what if he wants to move back to London?”
“Wherever is fine.” She said, “I love it here and he does too, but if for any reason he needs to go back there I mean, I’d go if he asked.” She stated wit certainty.
“And bring me with you?” Julie asked.
“Of course.” Y/N grinned.
“You know, I genuinely feel like if I ever had a kid they would be exactly like Harry.” Julie said, “I think that’s why I’ve taken to him so well. He feels familiar in a way, he fits right in.”
“He really does fit in well…though I’m really glad he’s not my cousin.” Y/N said and Julie laughed.
“Well, in all honesty I feel like you’re both my kids and it makes me happy that you’re both this happy.” Julie said, “I’m just especially really proud of you, darling. You’ve come a long way and you’ve really grown up since you’ve been out here with me and I know that it hasn’t always been easy, but I mean, it all has been worth it, hasn’t it?”
“It really has. Thank you for always supporting me, it’s meant the world.” Y/N glanced briefly to her aunt before she focused back on the road. After some more discussion about her trip Julie decided that she would be contributing to her trip to England by helping her buy a dress for the occasion. It was a black tie wedding, so a proper, formal gown was mandatory for the event, and well she was excited to be able to go dress shopping with Julie in the near future.
As she lay in bed Y/N couldn’t help but feel so incredibly nervous over meeting Harry’s family; it was really starting to sink in. She had never met a partner’s family before and she’d never even been out of the country! So overall, everything she was about to do was new. He had talked to her about them before and gave her some idea of what they were like, she’d seen a few pictures he’d shown her, but that was about it. She didn’t doubt that they were a lovely and welcoming bunch, much like he was, her concern came in when it came to her. What impression would she make? What had he told them about her? Would they not support their relationship in fear that he’d move out to LA with her? There were just so many things that were racing through her mind. The buzzing of her vibrating phone and the soft ringtone playing pulled her from the chaos descending in her mind and she saw it was Harry.
“Hi baby.” She whispered as she pressed the phone to her ear.
“Hi.” He hummed.
“Is everything OK?” She asked.
“No. It’s damn near impossible to sleep in my bed without you.” He said softly and then she heard something that sounded like a door closing in the background.
“Did you go somewhere?” She asked in concern.
“Yeah.” He said.
“Oh, a midnight snack?” She asked with a knowing grin.
“No, just a short drive, baby.”
“Oh. Are you just getting home?” She asked.
“Yes, baby. Now come open the door, s’cold.” He said and her smile grew wide as she sat up.
“Yes, OK! I’ll be there in a tick.” She hummed before hanging up and getting into her slippers and quietly padding through the house and to the front door where she quietly turned the locks and slowly opened up the door to reveal Harry in a hoodie and shorts with his overnight bag hanging from his shoulder. “Hi.” She smiled.
“Hey.” He grinned happily as she moved aside to let him in. As soon as she closed the door he turned her around by the hips and pressed her back into it as he he attached their lips in a sensual kiss while turning the locks. It made her knees weak and entire body spark up with excitement as he once again, effectively took her breath away as their lips moved together, “Missed you.” He mumbled against her mouth before sneaking in a bit of tongue, “Can’t. Sleep. Without you. Anymore.” He muttered between kisses. It felt like they were in a never ending honeymoon stage, they couldn’t get enough of each other. The obsession they shared from the moment they realized they had feelings for each other continued on just as intensely.
“Neither can I.” She admitted softly and he hummed, quite content to hear that, “C’mon then, let’s get to bed.” She whispered and he nodded. As soon as they got into her room Harry threw off his hoodie and laid it on the little bench at the foot of her bed before climbing under the already warm covers. She climbed in behind him and he was quick to settled himself against her chest and she pressed a kiss to his head before he shifted to lower his head closer to her chest.
“Tickle my arm.” He said quietly and she hummed in confirmation before she started gently running her fingertips over the expanse of his arm. “What were you doing awake?”
“Just thinking about meeting your family.”
“Oh, what about it?”
“I’m just a little nervous I guess, never done that before.”
“Oh I see. Well, they’ve only met one really awful person, so you already have that advantage over the previous person.” He said and she giggled.
“Nice. But ummm, what if they’re concerned that you’ll be too busy to visit because of me or that I’m like…holding you back from moving back home?” She asked. Harry was smiling, she was adorable, her concerns about meeting his family weren’t even about her, it was about how his family might feel about certain things. Before Y/N he literally couldn’t understand when people would say that they fell in love with their partner over and over again, every day. She showed him just how that was possible and moments like these played a part of it.
“Well first off, “home” is wherever we’re together. Here, there, the middle of the ocean, the death star, literally anywhere you are is my home.” He said quietly as her smile grew, “And second, well my family just how much I was struggling in London. I wasn’t in a good place in my life, I wasn’t myself, I was miserable, even though they were there.” He explained, “Being here, with new people, new opportunities, you…it’s helped me find myself again and my family loves that for me, even if that means there’s a whole country and ocean between us. They just want me to be happy and even though they don’t know you personally, they know of you and they know how you’ve helped me and been there for me and encouraged me to be my best self, so they already love you for that. They understand why I needed to leave and will certainly understand it if I chose to stay.” He explained softly. “Do you think I’ll be able to meet the rest of your family?” He asked and she sighed.
“I hope so.” She whispered, “I want you to, for sure. Maybe for my birthday? I’d like to do something here, but maybe it’d be best to go over there.” She said and he smiled.
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Show your dad you’re trying.”
“Yeah.” She sighed.
“Also, I’m extremely proud of you for tattooing Julie. I know it was a big moment for you both, and you kept it together.” He smiled.
“Barely. Thank you, baby.” She hummed softly.
“Of course, my love.” He responded. “Do you know what you’re gonna wear yet?” He asked, “Wanna match with you. I have like regular black suit; which I can also use as a tux.”
“A tux you say…” she hummed with a smile and he chuckled.
“Yeah, baby. Every guy should have a good suit handy.” He said and she smiled. She’d never seen him in a suit, he was always very casual, but she was looking forward to seeing him in a new light. It would give her a sneak peek as to what he would look like when they got married.
“Well, Julie is gonna take me dress shopping soon. Just wear what you have and I’ll match to you, You can just match your tie with me if you really want to, like for prom.” She decided with a quiet giggle.
“Prom…” he chuckled, “Those were the days. I mean, I more had like a spring formal, but we called it prom amongst ourselves because well, it’s iconic, you know? The only good thing about America.” He said softly and she scoffed, “Apart from you, of course. And the beaches here…” there was a pause, “Oh and the Mexican and Italian food…” he added and they fell quiet again, “Oh! And the snacks. I had no idea I was conforming until I moved here.” He said and she laughed quietly, “I’m serious! There’s less flavors I think, but they taste better somehow?”
“Yeah, it’s called chemicals & preservatives.” She mumbled.
“So? They’re superior, besides it’s not like I’m eating snacks all the time.” He said and she chuckled.
“Sure thing, H. I know you’re the one fucking up the barbecue flavored lays and spicy nacho Doritos at the shop.” She called him out and his body shook with his laughter, it was the truth.
“Just…let me have that.” He sighed and she smiled.
“Wait until you try pizza-flavored Pringles. You’ll be buying them by the pallet.” She said and he chuckled.
“Then maybe don’t introduce me to them.” He said with a chuckle and she smiled.“You know, we’re gonna be out there for a week and a half…there are tons of places I want to take you to and people I want you to meet. We can visit Eddie too, of course. Ummm…we might be put on babysitting duties at some point.”
“That’s fine, I’m great with kids.” She assured.
“Oh excellent, I am too!”
“That’s cute.” She hummed.
“I’m just excited to have you out there with me. I already know everything’s gonna be perfect.” He smiled.
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This was now the second trip Y/N and Julie had been on and still, Y/N had not found a dress that she loved. She realized that she was just a guest to this wedding and that she didn’t have to look breathtaking, but she also didn’t want to look plain and like sh emailed minimal effort for this. She wanted to feel and look pretty and to make a good impression on Harry’s family. She wanted to show that she was interested in putting effort in for their stuff too. So with another “thank you” called out to the shop keeper she and Julie made their way out of the boutique.
“Let’s try one more place.” Julie said and Y/N sighed.
“I’m kinda over it to be honest. Everything is so basic.” She huffed in some disappointment.
“Yeah…well just last one of the day and then we can get lunch, yeah?”
“Deal.” She said as they walked down the street looking for yet another formal wear boutique. When they found one they headed inside. The space was quite small and the dresses there were really beaded and over the top, YN glanced to Julie about to tell her that they should just leave but then an older lady coming out from the backroom and greeting them excitedly.
“Welcome, welcome!” She smiled brightly, “What can I help you find today?” She asked.
“My niece here is a guest to a black tie wedding, so she’s just looking for something elegant and tasteful, but a bit different.” Julie explained and Y/N just bore a smile to the woman and nodded. She asked about what kind of colors and silhouettes she was drawn to and Y/N explained that she wanted something unique and a little more form fitting, that wouldn’t make her stand out too much. So they started looking through some racks together and well, it was giving prom more than wedding guest. But none the less, Julie and the lady from the store were pulling things out that she was willing to try. After about 10 minutes of searching she saw narrowed her eyes as she saw a floral piece of fabric sandwiched perfectly amidst some intense tulle gowns and she reached for it and drew it out and immediately smiled.
“Oh my god.” She smiled at the luck she had in seeing this dress, “It’s perfect.” She whispered to herself, “Julie, this is it.” She said turning towards Julie who came over from another rack right away.
“Oh…yeah, I can see you wearing that.” She smiled to Y/N, “It’s beautiful.”
“Right. Ma’am I’d like to try this one.” She said and the woman came over and pulled it off the rack and showed it to her properly. The fabric was organza and it was a black base in color with dark red and almost fuchsia colored roses printed on it. It was a slimmer fit with some boning at the torso to enhance the shape of one’s curves and it was floor length, the bottom was three tiers of ruffles, giving the dress a very tame mermaid silhouette. She normally wouldn’t go for a strapless dress or a mermaid style, but it was just so perfect and feminine and breathtaking that she had to try it.
“I just wanted to let you know that we were sent this dress in error, so it is the only one we have in our inventory.” She explained and Y/N wanted to cry. If it didn’t fit she would lose her mind.
“Ummm, OK. Well, hopefully it fits.” She sighed and Julie crossed her fingers as Y/N headed over to the dressing room. She got undressed and slipped into the dress and with the lady’s help she got zipped up perfectly and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but smile. It fit like a glove, it was absolutely perfect.
“This is the one. I’m in love.” She said as she stared at her reflection.
“Yes, I agree. It was made for you.” The lady said and Y/N was beaming.
“Show me!” Julie called and she stepped out of the dressing room and Julie gasped. “You’re right! You’re so right. You look amazing! Harry’s gonna die when he sees you.” She smiled happily.
“Should I surprise him?” She asked and Julie nodded.
“Absolutely. He’s wearing black right?”
“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.
“Let’s see it with the heels.” She said as she stooped down to place the heels Y/N had brought along. Y/N halfway got them on and even laughed softly as the length of the dress barely pooled on the ground, maybe 2 inches at most. “It’s a sign.” Julie said, “If we get this to Tina she can tailor it for you in a couple hours.” She said of her friend and Y/N smiled excitedly.
“I’m obsessed.”
“Me too. God! We’ll take it!” She told the lady who nodded and smiled. Soon Y/N was getting out of it while the lady went to bag the dress.
Y/N was in a brilliant mood for the rest of the day. She was supposed to spend the night with Harry and she knew that it would be so hard to keep this from him because she was just so happy about the find. Today he had the late shift at the shop, so he would be getting in around 10pm if any clients came in after 7:30pm. So after having a shower and packing her bag she headed off to Harry’s; she’d make them some dinner and just hang out there until he got in. When she arrived she saw that he had a few loads of laundry on his couch so she took a seat and started to fold it while she watched a movie. Around 4 she got annoyed of folding so she headed out to buy something to cook for dinner and she decided on a spicy eggplant & tofu as she was feeling lazy to do anything elaborate. So while the rice cooked, and tofu air-fried and the eggplant wilted down in the hot pan she found herself back on the couch folding again when a friend request came in to her Instagram. She opened the notification and her eyes widened when she saw that it was Harry’s mom. She quickly scrolled through her page to just ensure that there was nothing indecent anywhere and then accepted it. She then went on her profile to do the normal amounts of lurking and she mostly had pictures of her pets and garden and Harry and his sister. They were a beautiful family. She almost liked an old picture, but thankfully she stopped when a video call started coming in and it was her! She started to panic and then she saw a text come in from Harry saying that his mom asked for her instagram and he gave it to her.
“Shit.” She said as she sat up and hurriedly answered the video call. Soon the screen loaded and she saw his mom smiling brightly on the screen.
“Hi, Y/N!” She greeted her happily.
“Hi, Harry’s mom! Or Anne, not sure what you prefer.” She giggled and Anne did as well.
“Anne is just fine, love. How are you?” She asked.
“I’m doing well, thankfully. And yourself?”
“It’s going well today. I was just reaching out to you because I’m here with my mum, sister in law, and my niece, Alyssa, the bride!” She said and showed them in the background as they waved with bright smiles.
“Hello everyone!” She greeted happily with a giggle.
“We’re going to be throwing a little hen party for Alyssa but we’re required to make a reservation and we were just wondering if you would like to join us. I know that you don’t know us very well, but it’s for the girls. It’ll be on Thursday evening and it’ll be us and well my daughter, and some of Alyssa’s friends.” She explained.
“Oh, I’d love to.” She accepted with a smile.
“Perfect! We just needed a headcount. I didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?” She asked. “H told me you were probably just home.”
“No, you didn’t! It’s quite late for you though, isn’t it?” Y/N asked and Anne nodded.
“Yes, it’s nearly 1:30 in the morning.” She chuckled, “We’re just about to wrap up.” She assured.
“Are you at Harry’s flat? I recognize the painting in the back.” She asked with a smile and Y/N nodded.
“Yes, I am. I was just folding some of the laundry he left while our dinner finishes up.” She said with a smiled.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you. Don’t get him into the habit though.” Anne warned playfully as the ladies behind her laughed along.
“Actually, I’ve never seen him leave his laundry out so he probably was doing it in a. rush.” She giggled.
“So he’s tidy?”
“Very much so.” Y/N assured with a grin.
“Good. I mean, I taught him well and he was tidy here too but that could be because I could pop in unannounced, you know?” She said with a smirk and Y/N giggled.
“Very true. But he keeps a very clean space.” Y/N confirmed to Anne.
“You know we’re all very excited to finally meet you. H was praising you left and right when he was here and well he does talk about you often when we chat.” She said as she started to moved away from the group behind her.
“He’s too sweet…” Y/N said bashfully with a shake of her head, “He talks about you guys often too. I know he misses you all so I’m sure he’ll be very happy to see you again soon. And well I am also looking forward to finally meeting everyone as well. A little nervous too.” She disclosed, “But from what I can tell and what he’s said it’ll be just fine.”
“Oh yes, don’t you worry, love. And if anyone even looks at you wrong you let me know.” She assured with a wink and Y/N giggled, “Alright, darling. Again I’m so sorry if I just sprung up on you this way, but we just wanted to make sure that you’d be included.”
“Not a problem, thank you for thinking of me. It was great to finally have a chat with you. Have a good night, Anne.”
“You as well, love. Buh-bye!” She grinned before they hung up. And now Y/N was smiling like a fool. His mom was so freaking nice and thankfully that interaction helped calm her nerves a bit. She then texted Harry to let him know that his mom had actually video-called her and her phone immediately started ringing with his name.
“What did she want?” He asked right away.
“No hello or nothing? OK…” she said and he sighed.
“Sorry baby, hi. So what did she want?” He asked and she chuckled.
“She just wanted to know if I would be interested in going to the “hen party”? For your cousin. They needed a headcount for the reservation.” She explained.
“Oh OK. I’m sorry, I had no idea she was going to call you. I thought she just wanted to snoop your page or something.” He chuckled.
“It’s alright she was very sweet and she’s surprised that you keep a tidy apartment.” She grinned.
“She always is for some reason.” He mumbled.
“Yeah, she believes you kept your place in London tidy because she could drop by whenever.” Y/N laughed and Harry chuckled along as well.
“God, she really selling herself short then because she always kept a tidy home.” He said and Y/N giggled.
“I mean, I think all mom’s are like that though. But seeing how nice she is made me less nervous, so that’s always a positive and-”
“Baby, someone just walked in. I’ll see you at home. Love you!” He said before hanging up quickly. It was nearing 8:30pm when Harry texted her that he was just closing up and would be home soon, but she had completely knocked out in his big, comfy bed, in one of his crewnecks.
When Harry got home the lights above the stove were on and some containers of food were set down on the counter. It smelled amazing actually. As he came further in he smiled when he didn’t see the pile of laundry that he had been avoiding for a few days now; folding was his least favorite thing to do and he had “strategically” placed it within plain sight to shame himself into just doing it, but he was far better at ignoring it than he thought. He called out for Y/N, but got no response and when he walked into his bedroom he saw her knocked out on his bed. She looked so soft and warm under a big, blue blanket surrounded by his pillows. Harry immediately got undressed and threw his clothes in the dirty hamper before getting on another shirt and then slid in behind her. He pulled her body flush to his own and kissed her head which made her stir a bit.
“Hi.” She groaned after a few seconds, “Did you eat?” She asked quietly, without turning around to face him.
“Not yet, baby.”
“Give me five minutes and then I’ll go warm everything up.”
“No, it’s OK. You stay, I’ll go warm it all up.” He assured and started to move and she grabbed his arm.
“In five minutes. You’re very warm.” She mumbled tiredly and he smiled.
“OK, love.” He responded, “How was dress shopping?” He asked. Y/N immediately rolled over and was smiling brightly.
“Really good.” She was beaming and he chuckled and brought his hand up and his thumb over her bottom lip, feeling her smile.
“Yeah, did you find a dress?”
“I did.” She confirmed before kissing the pad of his thumb and not saying anything else.
“And? Can I see it?” He asked through a chuckle.
“Not yet. I want it to be a surprise.” She said softly and he sighed.
“Baby…”
“I promise you’ll love it!”
“I don’t doubt that! You could wear a bin liner and I’d love it, so that doesn’t really help my issue here.” He said and she giggled.
“Then what’s the issue?” She asked, playing dumb.
“I want to see!” He insisted.
“Baby, I can’t. I want to knock your socks off when you see me!” She said softly and he chuckled.
“Again, every single day you-”
“Don’t even! This is different. I’ve never really had to dress up nice like this.”
“Ughhh, fine…keep your secrets.” He sighed dramatically.
“It’ll be worth it, I swear.” She assured, “It’s only like…a month away.” She said and he chuckled.
“Just a month…whatever.” He sighed and she grinned and leaned in to kiss him.
“And how was your day?” She asked.s
“Boring without you there to be honest.” He said and she giggled, “But it was good, we had a lot of walk-ins today. I had a consultation for a big leg piece…ummm…yeah, that’s about it. I was really dreading showing up and having to fold my laundry pile of shame, but it’s gone now so, 12/10 day. Thank you, baby.” He smiled.
“Of course, H. I get it, I hate folding too.” She sighed.
“Yet you folded for me? I’m touched.”
“I’d do anything for you. Even kill a spider, which is saying a lot.” She laughed quietly when he started to chuckle.
“I’d do anything for you too.” He assured.
“So, what does your mom do? Like does she still work? Or do you and your sister look after her?”
“Well, my gran stayed living with her since my sister and I are gone, but she stopped her actual profession, she was a teacher.” He explained, “She has a little flower shop now that I helped her start up maybe 3 or 4 years ago. She’s quite successful with that, I believe she’s doing the table arrangements for Alyssa’s wedding.”
“Oh that’s sweet of her.” Y/N smiled.
“Yeah, she’s probably the sweetest person I know. Julie reminds me of her a bit, but Julie has more sass to her.” He chuckled.
“You know, she was just saying to me earlier how if she ever had a kid that she imagines they’d be a lot like you.” Harry pouted with endearment.
“God, she’s so fucking nice. I’m glad she’s all better now.” He said and Y/N smiled.
“Yeah…OK, so what else should I know about your family?”
“Mmmm… my gran has a real sweet tooth. She also enjoys enjoys cheating at games, especially ones she can clean you out on. She’ll love you more if you turn a blind eye to her dodgy ways.” He chuckled and she laughed softly, “That’s why I’m the favorite. I help her win and in return she helps me win sometimes.” He explained with amusement as Y/N giggled, “Ummm…my sister is a little shy, it might seem like she has no interest in things, but once she gets comfortable she’s quite the chatter box, especially if you have things in common. She’s artsy, so I’m sure if you talked about your Etsy shop she’d be all over it.” Harry said with a smiled, “Her husband, Skye, is also an awkward nerd. He’s an engineer and his current job is doing like site checks to make sure that buildings are structurally sound, if he doesn’t know what to talk you about he’ll start to talk about all the ways in which the building we’re currently in could collapse. But he’s really nice and pleasant, just…find things to talk to him about that are not his job.” Harry said and she nodded in understanding. “And they’ve got two kids. Archie is three years old and is…quite the handful. He’s a cheeky little guy. And they have an eight month old now, baby Ivy.” He said with a smile.
“Awww, what a cute name.” she cooed.
“Yeah, she’s a real cutie too. Chillest baby I’ve ever seen.” He said with pride, “But yeah, those are the people we’re probably going to be spending the most time with during our visit. I assume my aunt and uncle and cousins will be quite preoccupied.” He explained.
“Yeah, I can imagine.” She sighed with a smile and just took him in. He was absolutely beautiful… all this talk about families and babies was making her wonder what a baby of their own might look like. She’d never given serious thought to having kids before, but as she stared into Harry’s eyes she started to entertain the idea of it in the future.
“What?” He whispered as he watched her watching him.
“Nothing, just admiring you.” She confessed with a heat in her cheeks at the full picture going on in her mind.
“And? What else?” He chuckled softly, knowing there was a lot more going on than that; he could practically see the cogs turning in her mind. She swallowed thickly because she had no idea how he’d react to her actual thoughts, but she didn’t want to keep that from him either. After all, if they were thinking about their relationship more seriously this was a conversation they would need to have at some point.
“Just wondering what you looked like as a baby and well, that led me down to thinking about…if we had a baby. Obviously not right now! But down the line. Like it’d be very impractical at this moment.” She rambled, “But like maybe in the future, i-if that’s something-” she was cut off by his lips meeting her own tenderly. She very easily slipped into their kiss, her lips moved slowly with his as their kiss deepened and he lifted himself to get his body over hers. She parted her legs to let him fully position himself over her and as he lowered his hips over hers she moaned into their kiss as he ground his growing bulge against her center.
“Sorry.” he panted as he momentarily parted this lips, “Just thinking about having a baby with you made me really fucking horny for you.” He smiled against her lips and she literally felt a chill travel down her spine, “S’that why you like me to come inside?” He asked her with a mischievous grin and she whined as his fully hard cock rubbed against her panties now, “Want me to give you a baby one day? Breed you?” He asked and her brain literally melted as his words registered and she nodded.
The idea was also making his brain and heart race at the possibilities. If he got her pregnant he would spoil her and take such good care of her, he would never leave her side. He’d obsess over her and kiss her bump any chance he got. He’d never really given the future as much thought as he did with her, maybe because he had never met anyone that made him want all of those things like she did. He loved her in a way that he had never really experienced before and it brought out a side to him that he had tried so hard to bury because of his bad experiences. But she made him love this more vulnerable and affectionate side of himself, he loved how she protected that part of him as if it were her own; it made him feel safe; something that his other relationships had lacked.
“Good. We’re gonna have all of it together, baby. I promise.” He assured her before he kissed her again and she moaned into it as he started to grind down on her with more speed. The tip of his cock was so sensitive right now that getting a feel of her bare pussy would surely send him over the edge. He liked to feel her back arching and feel her legs tensing around his hips as he repeatedly stimulated her clit with his grinds and humps against her.
“Fuck, I need you inside, baby.” She said against his mouth and he sighed.
“I will literally bust in a minute.” He panted and she kissed him.
“I don’t care, just let me feel you.” she whispered. He couldn’t deny her that. So he knelt up and just got his cock out, giving it a few low tugs as she held her underwear to the side so that he could line himself up with her.
“Holy fuck.” He whispered in amazement at how hot and wet her pussy was for him as he painted his tip through her arousal, “That’s how bad you want it?” He asked breathily and she nodded, “Go on then, say it.” He panted as he started to rut against her clit which made her whine out in pleasure, “Say that you want to have my babies.” He grunted and she swallowed thickly.
“I-I want to have your babies.” She sighed, “I love you so much. I want to have everything with you.” She said and he kissed her deeply as he started to grind against her faster.
“Love how wet you get for me.” He muttered against her lips, “Your little pussy needs my cock, so badly, doesn’t it?” He teased and she nodded.
“So bad, please. Please let me feel you, baby.” She whimpered and he nodded frantically as he shifted his hips and she moaned as the head of his cock pushed against her entrance but not with enough force to spread her open and slip inside. He was just rubbing against her.
“How bad do you want it? Hmmm? Think your greedy little cunt will open for me on her own?” He asked as he knelt and she wriggled beneath him, trying to get more friction. He could feel her throbbing and clenching, her body was desperate to get him inside. Her constant throbs were slowly but surely sucking his cock in deeper. Harry was trying to keep it together as her hot sticky little hole spread around the tip. He couldn’t help it as he pushed in a little bit and she whimpered his name. He immediately brought his thumb to her clit and started to swirl it underneath in littler circles while pressing down into it, making all the nerves there rub together and collide in a way that made pleasure shoot through her body in delicious waves. Her cunt certainly opened up that way as he got in a bit deeper, he was so snug and warm inside of her, he didn’t want to wait anymore. He had no self-control with her, as much as he wanted to have it.
“Please, please, please, please…” she begged over and over, trying to hold still as he continued his incredible and delicious torture. He pushed forward even more until she had sucked his whole tip in and he groaned as she moaned in relief. His eyes locked on hers as he popped out and then pressed back in again, only this time he went a bit deeper, and he repeated this until his entire cock was inside of her and he felt himself there as he ground into her and continued rubbing on her clit until her legs were trembling. He was hardly doing anything, but he was pressed up against the best spot inside of her and she was grinding her hips, getting what she needed as he played with her swollen and sticky little button until she was gasping, “I-I’m coming!”
“Good girl, fuck. Such a good girl, make yourself cream all over my cock.” He encouraged her as she groaned against him. “Fuck, feeling you’s gonna make me cum.” He said lowly as he squeezed his eyes shut as her throbbing walls seemingly milked the sperm from his balls and up his shaft, she felt so good it was making his head feel spacey. He couldn’t take it anymore and started to rut into her without pulling out, just thrusting in, his tip was colliding with a soft and warm spot deep inside of her that was making him lose his mind and his toes curl, “Fuck, I’m coming. Gonna fill up my good girl’s pussy.” He warned and soon he stilled deep inside of her as she felt him start to shoot his load inside of her. The warmth was starting to fill her up and as he thrusted it started to bubble and leak out of her entrance, leaving them all sticky and messy with his sperm, but she couldn’t care less. He suddenly pulled out, making her wince but he then pressed her panties back over her as he leaned down to kiss her hard, “Keep that there, f’me. We’ll clean up in a bit, yeah?” He said and she nodded, “Good girl.” He smiled against her lips. “God, you don’t even know how insane I’ll be when we properly start trying.” He said with a smile, “Gonna fuck you every day until I make you a mommy.” He kissed her deeply and she moaned against his lips when his hand came down and rubbed over her sensitive and puffy pussy, “Sorry, just thinking about this is making me really feral.” He hummed and she giggled, she understood exactly how he felt.
“I get it.” She assured with a smile against his lips.
“I love you so much.” He said quietly, as if it were a secret between them.
“I love you.” She smiled.
In truth Harry wanted to know about her dress because he had gotten her something. Well, he’d gotten them both something when he was in England and visiting a jeweler with his grandmother. She was getting some earrings repaired and as he browsed he saw a very dainty and gorgeous pearl necklace. Each pearl was linked together by the finest chain and he was obsessed. Pearls signified love, femininity, and purity; each one was unique - and to him their love was like that pure and special, one of a kind. So he bought the one they had as it fit him perfectly, he wore it almost daily, but he also had one made for her and he planned to give it to her when they were in London. It wasn’t an engagement ring, but it was a symbol of his love for her. She’d probably think it was too much, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to remind her about how special she was to him and how what they were building together was something that he wanted to last forever. She was the one. He was absolutely certain of it.
"What?" she asked with a smile on her face as he just smiled down at her.
"I just can't wait for everything we're going to have together." he said with a bright smile and so much excitement in his eyes.
***
The Dress she will wear to the wedding, I chose this pic because this model just happened to be wearing thee necklace mentioned above. It went perfectly with my plan! But of course, Y/N is supposed to be however you imagine her, whether than be like yourself or anyone else:)
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Two Way Ticket
Lee Saerom & Noh Jisun x Male Reader
9441 words
categories: smut, oral, mommy kink
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Eight months have passed since your rendezvous with Gyuri. Nakyung made sure to keep you and Saerom well informed about the clinic’s subsequent move and how her boss was coping. You were thankful she was able to be there for Gyuri during difficult times. Things between you and Saerom were beginning to get a lot more serious: from opening a joint bank account to purchasing your first car together. Even her dog Yeoreum has grown accustomed to you, often spending time on your lap more - something that has made your girlfriend jealous on more than one occasion.
With each passing day, Saerom’s beauty continued to flourish. You wanted to preserve these memories - bringing your camera each time you two went out, something she didn’t seem to mind at all. Saerom knew how to perfectly blend simplicity with confident elegance. She chose to embrace the warmer weather by wearing a simple white crop top that showed off the curvature of her breasts and abs that were the result of many long hours at the gym. Her skirt was brown with what splatter marks decorating it. It ended just slightly below her cute buttcheeks, showing off her long, creamy muscular legs. Her white fuzzy coat appeared out of place, yet perfectly complemented her outfit at the same time. Saerom’s chosen accessories to complete the look were large pearl earrings and a necklace you gifted her on your very first anniversary together. Garnering the stares from men and women alike, you were proud to call Saerom your girlfriend.
Leading you by the hand, you passed many alleyways and streets. Telling you to trust her, you could tell Saerom was smiling through her homemade mask as her eyes formed inverted half crescents. With the two of you continuing on, you noticed two large bright red doors which led to red staircases below and artificial grass on either side. It looked like the establishment was still stuck in Christmas while the rest of the area were enjoying a fine spring May afternoon. Letting go of Saerom’s hand, you stopped and wanted to take a photograph. Not even a second after you had taken a third photo, she grabs the camera from you and wags her finger. Wearing the lens straps on her neck, she takes your hand once more and gives you a firm squeeze. The two of you walk for several more minutes until you finally reach your destination.
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The aroma of coffee and baked pastries filled your noses as you arrived at Saerom’s favorite cafe. She discovered it after the two of you first decided to live together and moved to a new neighborhood. Due to being a regular customer, the entire staff knew who she was - all of them greeting her warmly before subsequently doing the same to you. Deciding to strike up a conversation with a few of the baristas, you took the opportunity to take her bag and find a table for the two of you. With most already being occupied, you luckily managed to find one that was mostly secluded. It was almost hidden in a sense, probably a spot most employees go to for peace and quiet. You took out your phone and began going through it, looking to pass time. Opening the photo app allowed you to view the candid shots you captured of your girlfriend. You stood firm on your belief that no camera lens could truly capture Saerom’s beauty.
The first photoset was one you took of Saerom at a bookstore. She was casually flipping through the pages of a book you didn’t get a chance to ask her the title of. The mole just below her left eye was something you found extremely cute - if concentrations of pigment-producing cells could be classified as such. Her smoky eyeshadow complimented her complexion wonderfully, making her eyes stand out even more. The next photoset was at a high-end boutique, with Saerom emerging from the curtains as she presents yet another outfit to you. At that point, you had lost count of just how many she tried on. Saerom said it seemed like you didn’t care when you said she looked beautiful in all of them - but it was true. She could be wearing a plastic bag with holes for sleeves and you would still choose her over anyone else.
You smiled, thinking about how her smile instantly made your day. While you were busy enhancing the photos to look for minor details to edit, Saerom sat down next to you.
“What are you looking at, baby?” she asked you before taking your phone. Saerom swipes through the pictures with her index finger, nodding after seeing each one. Once she returned the phone to you, you noticed a mischievous look in her eyes.
“I know that look.”
“What look?”
“You know what look.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.” Saerom said, biting the tip of her finger while her left hand gently began rubbing your thigh. Any sort of pretense about her intentions was put to rest as her other hand placed the restaurant pager on the table. The two of you made eye contact and there was no mistaking it: her beautiful deep brown eyes were now clouded amber pools of lust and desire. You were thankful no one was nearby as Saerom squeezed her breast, releasing an erotic moan while she continued massaging your thigh.
“We’re in public, babe. We could get caught.”
“Maybe we should…” she teased as she leaned closer towards you and used both hands to grab the hemline of your joggers and boxers underneath before pulling them down. You moaned as the cool air from above felt wonderful on your newly exposed cock. Saerom eyed it hungrily as she leaned down and released a small collection of spit onto it. Knowing how needy you already were she decided to tease you even more by puckering her lips and placed a lust-filled kiss onto your tip, causing it to twitch slightly.
With one smooth swipe of her tongue across the palm of her left hand, Saerom wraps her long, slender fingers into a fist around your base with a firm grip. The warmth of it causes your shaft to throb, earning a soft smile from her. Planting a quick peck on your lips, she slowly begins stroking your cock.
You let out a loud sigh of relief as the built up pressure inside your chest was being released with every up and down motion of her hand. Saerom bit the tip of her finger once again as she stroked you, feeling you leak all over her fingers when she ran her thumb across your slit.
Sexual acts in public places was nothing new to you both - yet it made you equally nervous and aroused as if it was the very first time. It all started with almost getting caught in your car at the beach parking lot one night when the security guard strolling by shined a flashlight through the windows. Then it was Saerom giving you a blowjob inside a women’s fitting room stall. You most certainly couldn’t forget bending her over the sink of a public restroom of a black tie required restaurant. But with most of the places so far, there was at least some semblance of privacy. This was a trendy cafe frequented by many, anyone could walk by and see your girlfriend stroking your cock without a care in the world.
“How about we make a deal, baby.” Saerom said in a lust-filled tone as her thumb continued to massage your tip.
“Deal? W-What d-deal?”
“If you can last mommy stroking your cock and not cumming before our order is ready, you can fuck mommy’s ass, baby.” Saerom whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened as you looked at your girlfriend’s naughty smirk of satisfaction. She had been teasing you with the proposition of entering her other hole for some time now, only allowing you to slide yourself in between her tight, round cheeks. The way she made it sound so forbidden made you want it even more. Your eyes involuntarily closed as the pleasure began to overwhelm your senses.
Saerom gradually began to increase in speed, encouraged by your moans and the way your cock throbbed in her hand. The mixture of her spit and your precum allowed her to go even faster, creating the familiar delicious sound of wet flesh. She counted five seconds silently before slowing back down, teasing you. Saerom had plenty of experience - knowing just what you liked. Which usually meant euphoric bliss on your part; except for when she wanted to take her time and edge you until the tipping point before bringing you back down to reality.
This went on several more times, each increasingly frustrating than the last. She giggled the entire time, enjoying watching you squirm and be helpless under her control. Your mental resistance was well beyond broken - at this point, it was all about endurance and resistance. You were determined not to let Saerom win. Not this time.
… Or so you thought. Saerom knew you weren’t going down so easily without a fight, which caused her to pull out her secret weapon. Grabbing your right hand, she led you up her smooth, creamy thighs all the way until your fingers began to feel heat radiating between her legs. You gulped as you knew where your hand was, like an adventurer finding a treasure chest. Using two fingers, you swiped in front of it, unsurprised to find out Saerom wasn’t wearing any underwear. She loved wearing skimpy thongs or modest panties that usually ended up bunched between her perfect ass cheeks, but eventually chose to forego it due to how many times you ripped them off her body. There was one time she bought an extremely expensive pair as a gift for your birthday, the thin piece of cloth not even making it thirty seconds in before it was tossed to a faraway corner of her bedroom.
Knowing it was a trap but going for it anyway, your two fingers found their way to her moist folds. Feeling your girlfriend leaking as well, you slowly inserted them inside her. Saerom moaned loudly as you entered her, her walls clenching you tightly, refusing to let go. You decided to up the ante, rubbing your thumb in a counterclockwise motion on her clit. It was now a war of nerves - both of you trying to get the other to orgasm first. But as expected, it was a losing battle. Saerom added more spit onto your cock and stroked you even faster, gripping your shaft tightly. You tried to distract her by pushing your fingers even deeper, but all it earned you was her pussy tightening.
“Cum for mommy, baby.”
That was all it took for you to reach your orgasm as you felt your abdomen tighten. You grunted loudly as your hips jerked and you exploded in Saerom’s hand. Your first few ropes could be heard hitting the underside of the table as you felt it land back onto her fingers and your thighs as you continued to release more and more thick, hot semen. Saerom made sure to continue stroking your sensitive cock, determined to drain you as much as possible.
The restaurant pager’s lights began to light up in a clockwise motion before vibrating on top of the table, signaling your order was ready and your subsequent failure to endure Saerom’s deal. She gives your cock a few more strokes, causing it to release small aftershocks as you recover from your intense orgasm. You struggled to catch your breath as you could feel beads of sweat form on your forehead. Once Saerom’s motions winded down and her tight grip on your cock was released, she raised her hand and stretched her fingers out to show you how messy your load for her was. She admired her work for a few seconds before cleaning it off with a napkin. She tilts her head slightly and moves closer to you, letting her lips meet yours as she gives you a deep kiss.
“You did so well, baby. It’s really a shame though - this nice, thick load would’ve tasted so good going down mommy’s throat. Or leaking down my thighs as we walk out of here.”
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Saerom hated spending money at the movie theater's concession stand. Often calling it overpriced garbage, she always made sure to sneak in snacks inside her purse. Today was no different as she told the cafe employees to carefully wrap the baked goods. The movie theater was fairly empty - due to it being a weekday as well as not many movies being released. Saerom handled everything, from purchasing the tickets to picking out your reserved seats. With your fingers interlocked together, she leads you through the hallway and inside the theater. The two of you arrived just as the pre-movie commercials were about to end. Once Saerom handed you the movie tickets, you shined your phone flashlight on it.
“Babe, this movie is from like two months ago. We watched it at home.” you said.
“I know.” she simply replied, snuggling closer to you.
“Then why are we watching it again?”
“Because…” she said as her mischievous fingers found their way back onto the hemline of your joggers. “We aren’t going to be watching the movie.”
You should’ve seen it coming when Saerom chose the extra wide seats that seemed to be geared towards couples. She gave you a deep kiss on your lips before descending towards your lower body. Helping her out by removing your shirt, her eyes never wavered from yours. Your cock that was trapped inside the cloth prison was finally released, hitting her cheek. She laughs, licking her lips as she removes the pesky clothing completely off you and spreads your legs apart. Saerom watched every muscle in your face react as she blew hot air on your cock. You moaned the moment her hand made contact, using the same painfully slow pace she did at the cafe. While her left hand is busy taking care of your cock, her right fondled your balls - giving each a firm yet not too hard squeeze. She teases you by repeatedly lowering her head each time you think she will finally take you in her mouth, only to fake out at the last moment and continue to stroke you. She gave the tip of your cock a quick smooch to remove some of the leaking precum, something that only increased your frustration. Deciding you have had enough, she finally parted her lips and took you inside her mouth.
Saerom’s mouth was extremely warm and wet thanks to her built up spit. She strokes your cock as the first few inches enter her orifice before removing her hand and placing it onto your thighs. You felt like you were laying on a marshmallow, about to sink deeper and deeper into the chair. The only thing you saw was a soft ball of hair as she was bobbing her head up and down, eliciting satisfied moans and lust-filled grunts from you as your cock was getting thoroughly covered. Saerom loved giving you blowjobs as much as you enjoyed receiving them, the feeling of you throbbing needily inside her mouth felt like a sudden rush of dopamine for her. She always enjoyed having complete control over you.
“Fuck, mommy…” you moaned. Saerom took her time, wanting you to savor every sensation as she swirled her tongue around your tip before making long strokes up and down the length of your shaft. Saerom looked up at you, satisfied to see your eyes closed from her sinful act. Having decided she prolonged teasing you enough, she went to work - sucking your cock deeper and faster. As her head took in more of your shaft, her tongue flickered along your underside. Eventually she reached your base as her lips gripped onto your cock and refused to let go. Her head bobbed in a wonderfully fast rhythm that teetered the edge of getting you to climax quickly and being just enough to leave you wanting more. Having had enough practice during the course of your relationship, Saerom was a master at deepthroating cock. The sounds of you reaching the back of her throat echoed inside the empty movie theater. It was like a symphony for your ears as you mustered the willpower to look down and stroke her head softly, pushing away several loose strands of hair.
Saerom regretfully withdrew her mouth from your cock once she began running out of air. You were released from the velvety smooth walls with a satisfied hum from her, thin strands of saliva are connecting you and her mouth as you see several spit suds formed on her pretty lips. Your cock was glistening due to light emanating from the movie screen hitting it, causing the both of you to smile at each other. She spits once more on your cock, applying a copious amount all over your shaft. You rubbed her cheeks with your thumb softly, Saerom giving your tip another chaste kiss.
“Here comes your favorite part, baby.” Saerom said as she tapped your cock on her tongue a few times, causing her eyes to form crescents at you in anticipation.
Knowing just what she wanted, you grabbed onto both sides of her head and pushed yourself into her mouth. Moaning from the extreme pleasure, you wasted no time by roughly bobbing her head up and down. Saerom’s bright, lust-filled eyes widened with delight as she gags from you taking control. Her eyes began to water as she hungrily accepted your throbbing, needy cock. She didn’t even need to talk for you to know your girlfriend was enjoying this from the sounds being emitted as she gargled a mouthful of cock. Her nails dug into your thighs painfully as she moved your body to come closer to her. You obliged, closing the distance as you grip onto her hair and made a makeshift ponytail, holding it tightly as you fuck her mouth even rougher than before. Her tongue and uvula vibrated on your shaft, adding another layer of stimulation as your girlfriend was taking your cock to her heart’s desire.
All sense of time was put to the wayside as you both savored the moment. You regretfully let go of Saerom’s head when she began tapping on your thighs. She coughs, catching her breath as drool spilled out of her mouth and began dripping from her chin onto your balls below. Saerom was a disheveled mess, the hard work she put into her hair and makeup were no longer visible. She runs her lips along your length, kissing it until she reaches the tip before doing the same on the other side. She spit on your cock once more, the all too familiar squelchy sounds you were used to hearing rang through both of your ears as she slowly stroked you.
“Look at my baby being so rough. Did you like using mommy’s throat?” she asked rhetorically, knowing full well what your answer would be. Feasting her eyes upon your cock, Saerom pondered what to do next. Giving your tip a few licks before twirling her tongue in a clockwise motion, you noticed a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
The two of you quickly removed your clothing, discarding it along the various empty seats nearby. Saerom gave your tip a deep kiss before turning around, letting you admire her beautifully sculpted backside. The result of many long hours at the gym and a serious training regimen, it made the already divine Saerom even more unreal. Your hands naturally went to her round, supple bottom. You gave each cheek a firm squeeze, earning a giggle from your girlfriend. Saerom moaned erotically once the palm of your hand made contact with the soft flesh.
She was on her hands and knees in front of you - waiting for the very thing you two enjoyed most. You grabbed your shaft and slid your tip up and down Saerom’s folds, feeling how drenched her needy pussy was. Having had enough of your teasing, she pushed her body against you, allowing you to enter.
“Fuck…” the two of you breathlessly moaned as Saerom’s insanely tight walls squeezed the life out of you and gripped onto your cock. Her wet cavern felt wonderful as you pushed yourself slowly inside her.
“B-Baby, you feel so good inside mommy…” Saerom moaned as you closed your eyes and savored this wonderful feeling. It was Saerom’s favorite position - and thankfully, yours as well. You allowed her time to adjust to your cock as her walls clinged onto you for dear life.
You started off slow, wanting the both of you to prolong the moment. You gave her several weak thrusts as you held onto Saerom’s wide hips. Gradually building up the pace from the initial comfortable rhythm, Saerom’s moans and wordless gaps began to steadily increase in volume. She was hot, wet, and tight - all things that never changed despite the two of you taking pleasure in each other’s bodies almost every single day. She took pride in suffocating your cock to the point where it started to hurt. Whether it be her mouth or her pussy, Saerom knew how to make the most of her wonderful body. The natural lubrication from her juices allowed you to eventually move in and out of her with relative ease.
“Fuck… Fuck mommy harder, baby.” Saerom whined.
“What does mommy want?” you asked, giving her butt harsh slaps on both cheeks.
“O-Oh, fuck! Fuck mommy harder!” She screamed. Grabbing Saerom’s toned arms, you held onto her wrists delicately, causing her body to raise upwards for support as your hips thrusted inside her pussy. The sounds of flesh against flesh filled the empty movie theater, making the video in front of you rendered obsolete compared to the true main event. You felt her clench her walls against your shaft as you fucked your girlfriend harder like she wished.
The sounds of Saerom’s plump ass smacking against your lower body turned you on even more, causing you to go harder and deeper inside her. The sight of her cheeks clapping together was sort of hypnotizing - as if mocking you that your current pace was still not enough. Her pussy continues to tighten deliciously around you as you kiss her sweaty back.
“You’re making mommy feel so good, baby!” Saerom said in a half scream, half moan. Every word was dripping with pure desire and lust. You released your hold on her wrists, causing her body to plop onto the theather’s leather-bound chair. This didn’t last long, however, as you grabbed onto Saerom’s long, beautiful hair and formed a makeshift ponytail. While her raven colored locks flowed freely like cascading waterfalls - of which earned her many compliments from friends and coworkers alike, Saerom always explained she wanted to try something new. The real reason she grew it out was she enjoyed having it pulled during sex. Especially in your current position behind her.
With one hand holding her hair, your other gripped tightly on her shoulder. You were afraid you were being a bit too rough and would leave a bruise, but the way her pussy tightened around you along with the clouded, lust-filled look she gave you was all you needed. You were quick right away, thrusting into Saerom without any sort of build up. This temporarily startled her, before the familiar sounds of wet flesh, her needy screams, and the movie in the background having become nothing more than an afterthought all combined to create a wonderful symphony of pleasure as you fucked your girlfriend until she announces the end was near.
“B-Baby… M-Mommy’s going to cum.” she managed to say in between your thrusts.
You went even faster and deeper - wanting to do everything you could in order for Saerom to chase her euphoric high. It doesn’t take very long until she does so, Saerom screaming the loudest she has so far as you feel her pussy pulsating around your cock as it tightens and suffocates you. Her juices flood your shaft as her body shakes, she certainly would have collapsed if not for you supporting her upper body. You felt her begin to leak profusely, staining your thighs, balls and the leather below. Each wave of pleasure coursed through your body as you give her several more weak thrusts in order to allow her to ride out her orgasm.
You grab one of Saerom’s breasts, squeezing it gently as you pull her hair softly and lay down on your back, allowing her to rest on top of you. The both of you are heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Saerom manages to weakly turn her head to its side as your lips meet hers. Each kiss was soft, full of satisfaction. Once you opened your eyes, you noticed hers were glazed over - returning to the beautiful amber color you always found yourself lost in. You held onto her hips and turned Saerom over so that your bodies were facing each other. Despite the exhaustion, her lower body began to grind itself against yours.
“Baby, you didn’t cum yet.” Saerom pouted. You felt her drenched folds coating your tip once more. It seemed once was never enough for her.
Saerom removed her body off you and got up on wobbly legs, grabbing your hands and helping you stand up. She gave the tip of your cock another kiss, sucking on it lightly before parting her lips and taking you inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, taking you all the way down to your base. You groaned as she tried her best to giggle through a mouth full of cock, the very action causing your underside to vibrate and add on another layer of pleasure. Her lips were sealed tight as the sounds of her slobbering all over your cock helped your fast approaching orgasm arrive even quicker.
“Fuck, mommy. I’m going to cum.” you announced as you felt a knot inside of you.
Saerom released your cock with a loud pop as she used her left hand to stroke you quickly, the lubrication of her mouth and juices helping make the task relatively easy. Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes looked right back at yours - eager for you to feel the same way you made her feel not even mere minutes ago. Your breaths became more shallow as she helped you reach your tipping point.
You weren’t even able to announce to Saerom that your orgasm arrived. You moaned loudly as your cock throbbed in her hand and you exploded all over her beautiful face. Thick ropes of cum are released in impressive speed as it paints her forehead. The next few land near her right eye, causing her to involuntarily close it. She continued stroking your length as you continued to release spurt after spurt of hot, thick semen. With the final two ropes landing on her cheek and her awaiting tongue, you felt all of the built up tension and pressure being released from your body as Saerom drains your balls dry. You opened your eyes and were surprised to see just how much you came on her face.
Saerom giggled as she cleans the leftover cum dribbling out of your slit, bobbing her head a few more times for good measure. She allowed you to admire your work, her chest heaving as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss at you. The two of you managed to finish just as the lights above turned on and the end credits of the film were starting to play. Saerom uses her fingers to trace all the spots she felt your load dripping down her face and puts it in her mouth.
“You taste so yummy, baby.” Saerom said. “Looks like mommy’s diet has been working out after all.”
The two of you quickly got dressed and hurried out of the theater before the cleaning employees arrived.
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For about a month now, Saerom got you onto a strict regimen. Making you cut out “useless” carbs, sugar, red meats - basically all of the foods you enjoyed. Knowing you would whine or complain, she always shut you up by implementing a no sex rule or edging you everyday until you complied. She had everything fully planned out down to the minute. It wasn’t easy, or fun, but the results spoke for themselves. You begrudgingly admit it was working… especially in regards to your increased sexual stamina.
After a quick change of clothes at home, the two of you are going to visit one of Saerom’s friends. She never said who - always wanting to keep things a mystery until the very last moment. Saerom held your hand tightly as the two of you entered the gym. Normally the unmistakable scent of sweat and loud grunts would be heard. But this particular gym was completely empty - not a soul in sight. You and Saerom sat at a nearby table. Asking her why you two were here instead of your usual gym, you hear a door near the weight rack open.
“Oppa! Unnie!”
You looked up and smiled. Noh Jisun - Saerom’s former roommate and someone you were quite close to who was as much of a fanatic about the gym as she was. The last time you saw her, her hair was much longer with a fringe style to cover her forehead. This time, her shoulder length hair was a deeper shade of brown. She styled it in a way that it parted more towards the left side of her head. She wore a simple outfit of a black v-neck shirt, gray leggings that complemented her curvy figure nicely, black socks, and a black and white windbreaker. She ran towards the two of you and hugged Saerom immediately. Your girlfriend reciprocated, happy to see her after so long. A few minutes later, she let go and turned to you.
“Hi, oppa.” Jisun said, smiling. You returned her smile and gave her a hug as well. She pulled you in tightly - you forgot how much she loved giving hugs. She left your embrace slightly before moving her head close to your ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun today.”
The hairs on the back of your neck raised as her words tingled inside your ear. It was a technique you heard many times early on during your relationship with Saerom. Jisun quickly became popular in an online community, with many tuning in to her videos and occasional livestreams. You never understood the appeal of people wanting to listen to someone whisper the entire time but respected Jisun making the most out of a niche demographic.
“What brings you guys over here?” Jisun asked.
“We wanted to visit and see how you were doing.” Saerom replied.
“It seems like you’re doing pretty well for yourself, Jisun.”
“I guess you can say that.” Jisun said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “The ASMR community loves my videos. I was able to save up enough to open up this place.”
“That’s so great!” Saerom said. “Look baby, she even has the weights you like!”
Looking to the direction your girlfriend was pointing at, you noticed differently colored plates of various sizes. While gradually being able to increase how much you could lift, you also enjoyed mixing the colors together. Not a single weight was out of place - something you personally didn’t enjoy seeing at your regular gym.
Saerom interlocks her fingers with yours. You smiled - she always knew how to calm you down whenever you felt anxious. Briefly looking at Jisun, you noticed a slight glimpse of anger in her eyes. Before you could say anything, Saerom pulled you along.
The tour of the gym was rather quick - Jisun quickly cycled through each of the machines as well as the rest area filled with goodies to indulge on. Upon reaching the Pilates room, Saerom wrapped her arms around your waist as she looked up at you lovingly.
“Isn’t this place great, baby? I’m so proud of Jisun.”
“Y-Yeah, really great.”
“I just remembered. I’ve been so busy lately I forgot to plan out the couple’s workouts like you asked. Sorry, unnie.” Jisun cutely said, pouting and looking down.
“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Saerom said cheerfully. “Would you be able to help out oppa though?”
“Sure! I’d love to.” Jisun said, looking at you with a mischievous smirk.
“Oppa’s been complaining about feeling stiff. I was hoping you could make sure every inch of him is relaxed.”
“Every inch?” Jisun repeated, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Really make sure oppa releases all of the tension built up lately.”
“Oh... I’ll have no problem doing that, unnie.” Jisun continued to tease by forming her cute small left hand into a fist and displaying a jerking off motion while miming her cheek being full.
Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Saerom puts on her headphones and goes to a nearby treadmill. You watched your girlfriend’s wide hips sway with each step as her plump ass jiggles, causing you to sigh loudly as you could feel yourself slightly hardening.
Feeling a hand cup your crotch is what brought you out of your daydream due to staring at your girlfriend’s lower body. You looked down at the owner of said hand and felt the breath taken away from you as Jisun squeezed a bit harder this time. Bringing her right hand to your face, you noticed the cute woman you were used to seeing was gone. Replacing her glazed over eyes was a look you know all too well.
“So, unnie wants me to help you feel relaxed? That’s no problem at all.” Jisun said in a sensual whisper, each word dripping with a honey-like tone. She unzipped her windbreaker, letting you see the outline of her breasts through the loose fitting v-neck shirt.
“Mommy will take good care of you, oppa.” She continued, untying the drawstring of your joggers.
“M-Mommy?”
“Don’t act surprised.” Jisun said, still maintaining her whisper-like tone. “I know unnie has been making you call her that ever since you would visit our old apartment.”
You were surprised to see this side of Jisun. The Jisun you remembered was conservative, someone who didn’t have much self-confidence and felt comfortable playing video games or being in front of a computer screen. It seemed being independent did wonders for her.
“Maybe mommy should take care of your lower body first, how does that sound?”
Yanking both your joggers and the underwear underneath, Jisun slowly descends into a kneeling position between your legs. Your cock is now exposed to the cool breeze coming from the air conditioning. It is a wonderful feeling, causing you to twitch slightly.
“Not bad… I can see why unnie liked having you over so much.” she said, her eyes trying to soak up as much of you as possible. Licking her lips hungrily, she grabs ahold of your base and gives you slow, agonizing licks until she reaches your tip. You instinctively closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan.
“Fuck…”
Jisun dragged her wet tongue on the underside of your shaft, painting a long stripe on the exposed flesh. When she reaches your tip, her tongue swirls around it, causing you to moan even more. Collecting the precum that is beginning to dribble out of your slit, she sucks on it lightly before replacing it with a generous amount of saliva. Using her tongue once more, she spreads it across every inch. You look down and see Jisun methodically lathering your cock until it is glistening from the overhead lighting. Once she is satisfied, she grips your shaft firmly and slowly begins stroking you.
She employs a familiar technique: counterclockwise motions and smooth up and down strokes. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, feeling the pleasure her wonderful small hand was providing you. Her hand moves up and down with ease thanks to her saliva. Your moans increase in volume the longer she continues.
“You like when mommy strokes your cock, don’t you baby?”
“It-It’s o-okay…” you replied, knowing full well you were lying.
“Hmph.” Jisun pouted, running her thumb across your slit. “Maybe this will change your mind.”
Slapping her cheeks with your hard cock, you felt Jisun blowing hot air onto your tip, causing you to throb in her hand. She lets out a giggle and kisses the tip of your cock before lining you in front of her mouth. With a simple part of her lips, you release a heavy breath as she engulfs your cock.
Your hands hold onto the wall behind you as the pressure begins to build up, causing your eyes to close shut. Your moans continue as Jisun slowly bobs her head up and down. She takes the top half of your cock into her warm, wet mouth - each time sending waves of lust and pleasure coursing through your body. You feel her tongue dragging across the underside of your shaft. Forcing your eyes open, you look down and take in the fact that Saerom’s former roommate, Jisun was currently on her knees and looking at you while pleasuring you in a way you would have never imagined.
“Mommy, fuck… that feels so fucking good.” you moaned as your body was hypnotized by Jisun sucking your cock. You felt every muscle in your body relaxing as your cock was inside her hollowed mouth. Taking the initiative, you run your fingers through her dark brown locks before palming the back of her head. Jisun looks up at you and smiles through a mouthful of cock, happy you are enjoying every moment of her sinful act. Your hand follows along to her bobbing motions, guiding her rhythm before she temporarily retreats her mouth’s wonderful hold on you. Spitting a copious amount of saliva built up onto your shaft, she looks at you seductively as she slaps her bright pink tongue with your cock.
You looked out to see Saerom diligently exercising on the treadmill. All you could think about was how sweaty her back has become, and how good it would be to suck on her damp skin as you fuck her from behind. This, of course, does not go unnoticed by Jisun who pinches your inner thigh and causes you to slightly wince in pain as you see her slowly begin to remove her clothing.
“Mommy hasn’t been fucked in months and I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste.” Jisun said, as she removed her socks and slid her body hugging leggings down, revealing her creamy legs and wonderfully thick thighs. She makes a show of removing her shirt, leaving her in only a red lace bra and panty set. Despite feeling more self-confident, there is a hint of shyness from Jisun as she is mostly exposed to you for the very first time.
You always considered her to have a nice figure - but running her own gym and having a strict training regimen made the curvy parts of her body even more noticeable. The delicious line of her cleavage was enticing - you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in it. Jisun notices this and smiles.
“Now, now, baby. We don’t want unnie to hear mommy making you feel good, now do we?” Jisun said, placing a finger on her lips. It felt like a preemptive warning, a calm before the pleasure-induced storm. Stroking your cock several times in preparation, she opens her bra slightly in order to allow you in between her soft flesh. A soft moan escapes her lips as she wraps your shaft with her warm, perfect tits.
“Fuck, mommy...” you groaned softly, trying your best not to be too loud from the pressure quickly that striked you light a lightning bolt as Jisun takes you in and out of her hot cleavage. You were thankful Saerom wasn’t too close by and especially that she wore headphones as the sound of her treadmill helped mask the squelching sounds coming from Jisun’s tits moving up and down your cock. You sighed in content and looked down, seeing her push her breasts together against your shaft and squeezed you even tighter.
“Baby…” she moaned as she moved her large, soft flesh onto you. “You’re so hard for mommy.”
Jisun’s eyes were captivating - her soft voice causing your entire body to tingle as her breasts continued to wrap themselves tightly around your cock. Her cute features were replaced with pure lust and desire, currently focused on satisfying you. The tip and upper part of your cock constantly poked in and out between her soft flesh. Each thrust was delicious, wet and hot. Jisun was the master of pure seduction: each time you felt you were at your tipping point, she slowed down. After several minutes of teasing, she removes her heavy breasts from your cock.
“I don’t want you cumming just yet, baby.” Jisun said. “First, you have to make mommy feel good too.”
Removing the last of her clothing, you almost drooled as you finally saw Jisun fully naked. Not giving you ample time to admire her body, she leads you to one of the yoga mats nearby, pushing you gently on your back. She straddles your lap, rubbing her splayed lips on your cock. You moaned, feeling how wet she already was turned you on even more. She then dismounts your body and repositions herself, hovering just above your face. As your hands were about to hold onto her hips, she stopped you.
“No no no, bad boy. It’s rude to touch mommy without permission.”
She lowered her body just enough for you to feel the heat radiating from between her legs. It looked so soft, inviting. Jisun could sense your anxiousness as you squirmed underneath her.
“You want to eat mommy’s pussy don’t you, baby?” Jisun nonchalantly asked.
“Well… there’s somewhere else I’d rather you eat instead.”
Lowering herself fully, you grabbed her plump ass, grabbing two handfuls of each cheek and squeezing as hard as you could. This caused Jisun to moan as your mouth met her forbidden orifice. You kissed her heavenly soft skin, parting her cheeks as your tongue painted the outer rim.
“Baby…” Jisun moaned as her tight muscles began to unclench and allow your tongue deeper entry. Satisfied with your minimal work so far, you continued to stimulate her asshole. Spreading her cheeks apart even more, you pushed your tongue inside her puckered hole.
Jisun is quickly overwhelmed by all of her senses being overstimulated at once, as you feel her juices slowly leaking out of her pussy and staining her thighs and your neck below. You swirl your tongue inside her ass, just as she did when she was sucking your cock. Each contact sent multiple shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. Despite Jisun getting progressively louder the longer you were buried inside her, both of you have little regard for anything else, only focusing on each other. She pushes her pillowy soft ass against you even more, frantically trying to chase her own pleasure.
“You’re making mommy feel so good, baby.” Jisun said, feeling your mouth and tongue drench her inner asshole with your saliva.
Gripping onto her asscheeks even harder, you move your face from side to side. This causes Jisun to scream loudly as another wave of stimulation is added to her rapidly sensitive body. She is beginning to lose control of her senses as your tongue thrusts deep inside her asshole.
“Baby… oh my- fuck!”
She arches her back completely straight as you remove one hand from her asscheek and move your way between her thick thighs. Easily finding her clit, you rubbed it with the pad of your thumb. Doing your best to keep her from bucking her hips uncontrollably, you stimulate Jisun on both parts of her lower body.
“Baby… that feels so good. That feels so good. I-I’m gonna cum!” Desperation could be heard in Jisun’s voice as you continued to provide her with the pleasure she hadn’t received in so long. Each flick of your tongue caused her to tilt her head back. You knew it wouldn’t be much longer - rubbing your thumb on her clit furiously as you squeezed her asscheek and buried your tongue as deep as it could go.
“Baby, mommy’s cumming!” Jisun screamed as she finally succumbed to her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly as you struggled to hold her in place. Your tongue was firmly lodged inside her asshole, doing its best to not let go as long, sultry moans escape her beautifully soft lips. Her thighs are stained with her sweet nectar, causing it to dribble down onto your chin and neck. Her orgasm lasts for several minutes, repeated aftershocks causing her sensitive body to rub itself against your face.
“H-Holy shit, baby.” Jisun said once the both of you felt her body finally return to normal. She buried your face deeper inside one last time before finally dismounting. Each heave of her chest allowed you to see her large breasts move up and down. A thin layer of sweat formed on her body as she smiled at you sweetly.
“Has unnie let you fuck her thighs before?” She asked.
You shook your head.
“Guess that’s another thing mommy will help you out with.” Jisun said as she helped you to your feet.
She spit on your cock several times to help lubricate it once more. The two of you are now facing each other. Jisun strokes your shaft back to full hardness before rubbing it against her inner thighs. They instinctively sandwich your shaft as the mixture of her saliva and nectar from her orgasm allow you to slip in between. Both of you let out a satisfied moan as your cock grinds against Jisun’s lips and her delicious thighs.
Her thighs were the perfect mix of muscular and thick. They possessed a unique softness to them, with Saerom’s being mostly muscular as you felt her slowly leaking onto your cock once again. Fucking her breasts was certainly enjoyable, but her thighs were thick, wide - and warm. Your newfound appreciation for Jisun’s body helped stimulate you even more as the two of you kissed each other. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably underneath her hot walls as you squeezed her asscheeks once more. This helped you increase your pace, her natural wetness allowing your cock to glide between her suffocatingly thick thighs. Jisun’s body was taking the euphoric feeling of outercourse to new heights - the two of you moaning in each other’s mouths. You savored the feeling of her creamy thighs and ass jiggling against your body with each thrust. The tip of your cock grazes her cheeks while your balls bounce against each side of her thighs wildly. The two of you could feel the pressure building up inside. You take this opportunity to gradually lower the speed of your thrusts, both of you disconnecting from each other’s lips as you press your foreheads together and breathe heavily.
“Y-You’ll fuck mommy now, won’t you baby?” Jisun pleaded. Her eyes contained a soft sadness to them, desperation in her voice.
Jisun wraps her muscular legs around your torso and causes you to fall back onto the yoga mat. Making sure she wasn’t too rough, she smiled as she straddled your lap. The lust-filled gaze on her face causes you to gulp in slight nervousness as she takes your hard shaft in her hand, stroking you before impaling herself on your cock.
Her tight walls hugged your cock instantly. Her hips meet yours, causing Jisun to release an erotic moan at the feeling of being filled. She arches her body in the same manner she did when you were eating her ass, taking you in and out of her wanton body. Your hard cock slides at a pace with zero regard for you or your comfort.
Jisun braces herself on your chest by firmly planting her hands, creating the wonderful side effect of her breasts being pressed together, giving you a delicious looking sight of the very same cleavage that made you salivate when from her earlier titfuck. Jisun’s breasts bounced up and down hypnotically as she rode you. Her previously glazed over eyes were now replaced with a determined, almost angry look. She seemed to be working out the frustration and anger that built up from her time as Saerom’s roommate, using your cock as an outlet with each thrust of her hips.
She bit her lower lip seductively, doubling as a way to prevent herself from moaning or gasping too loud and letting Saerom hear what was going on.
“D-Do you know how much you turned me on, oppa?” Jisun asked as she slammed her body up and down your cock. “How wet I got hearing you fuck Saerom unnie? How hearing you call her mommy made me want you to call me that too?”
Her moans quickly turn into loud screams that echo throughout the room as you relish in the fact that her pussy was even tighter than Saerom’s. Both of you soon find a comfortable rhythm as Jisun grabs your hands and interlocks them with her own. As she slams her body on yours harder and harder, her eyes roll to the back of her head from how your cock causes her to lose control of her senses. Her mouth is agape, letting noiseless screams of pleasure escape as the sound of wet skin loudly colliding with wet skin helps create a harmonious wave of euphoria. Jisun’s butt rubs against your thighs as your balls touch her lower pussy lips.
“Fuck! Just like that, baby.” Jisun yells in between bounces. “Harder. Keep fucking mommy harder!”
Your worries about Saerom hearing you both were a distant afterthought as you could only focus on the beautiful woman enjoying herself on top of you. With her hands now returning to being firmly placed on your chest for support, you begin squeezing her large tits, marveling at how heavy, yet soft they were. You squeeze both at the same time, pinching her erect nipples before giving each a firm slap.
“Holy shit…” Jisun erotically screamed. “Slap mommy’s tits again!”
You granted her demand, giving each several slaps as you alternated between slapping and rubbing the tender skin.
Jisun’s body shook with pleasure - her breathing became more erratic as the sensations of stimulating her breasts and pussy were causing her to go insane. The moment the tip of your cock reached a certain spot deep inside, Jisun screamed loudly and kept you buried into her hilt. Her body tenses up as she feels an overwhelming sense of pleasure flow from the top of her head to her toes, causing them to curl up. Her body shook violently as you felt your cock flooded by her juices. Her second orgasm was a lot stronger - hitting with such force that it almost pushed your cock out of her body.
You bounced Jisun on your cock slowly several more times as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to occur. Her muscles gradually loosen up and she looks at you with a fully satisfied smile, her eyes glazed over in satisfaction. She leans down and captures your lips, thanking you for making her feel good.
You temporarily retreat from her freshly fucked pussy, causing Jisun to whimper as she gets on her hands and knees on the yoga mat.
“Fuck mommy’s ass, baby.”
Each word was dripping with pure lust and a desire to be filled.
Grabbing Jisun’s toned arms, you pushed her face onto the mat. You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few times with your cock, teasing her by sliding your cock between her cheeks. While you got a taste of it earlier, Saerom’s constant teasing about entering her other hole made Jisun’s wish for you to fuck her there all the more enticing. She moaned at your initial penetration into the tight muscle, her warm cavern constricting you.
“Fuck…” she moaned into the mat.
“Mommy’s ass is so tight.” you said, slowly thrusting in and out of her hole.
Her warm walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your torso. While you so desperately wanted to savor the moment, you knew it wouldn’t be long before your orgasm would be too much to suppress. Knowing this, you picked up the pace and held onto Jisun’s arms tightly as you fucked her from behind.
“Fuck, fuck fuck!” She managed to scream between each thrust. The two of you were sweating heavily as you worked together to help you achieve the same bliss you have given her.
You gritted your teeth - fucking Jisun as hard as you could. Your orgasm could be felt throughout your entire body when it finally arrived. You thrusted deep inside her, moaning loudly as her walls wrapped tightly around your cock, pulsating as you released thick, hot semen inside her ass. Jisun came immediately right after, her climax less intense than earlier, but feeling just as good.
“That was… holy fuck...” Jisun weakly said as she tried her best to recover. “I need to get fucked like this again.”
You turned her around and kissed each other on the lips, breathing a sigh of relief as you ran your fingers through her hair. The two of you were so exhausted and focused on one another you failed to hear the door open.
“Well, well, well.”
The two of you panicked and saw Saerom staring at you both with her arms crossed, tapping her foot as she witnessed the aftermath of what just happened.
“M-Mommy, I c-can explain…”
“You finished your workout that quickly?” Jisun asked.
“How could I not when your screams filled the entire gym.”
Saerom got on her knees and brought her index finger to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. You were terrified, watching as her big beautiful eyes met yours.
“You know better than to fuck someone else without mommy’s permission.” Saerom said. “Though I will admit it was pretty hot, baby.”
“How much did you hear?” you asked.
“Why don’t you find out yourself?” she said, putting her headphones on your ears. Expecting to hear something, anything - you were surprised to learn there was nothing at all.
“Mommy heard everything, baby.”
Saerom wasted no time peeling each layer of clothing off her body, causing your cock to throb at the sight of your naked girlfriend before you. She massages her breasts, moaning as she pinches her nipples.
“Jisun.”
“Y-Yes, mommy?”
“Why don’t we both make him feel good?”
“I have just the thing to help us out.” Jisun said. Reaching into the pocket of her windbreaker, she pulls out a clear plastic bottle. She squeezes a generous amount on Saerom’s breasts, with Saerom reciprocating the favor to Jisun. Both of them have a wicked glint in their eyes as they lather your cock with it as well. Stroking you to make sure you were evenly covered, both women got on opposite sides of you.
Pushing their breasts together, they sandwich your cock in between. Having experienced being trapped by each chest separately, there were no words to describe how it felt when they both rubbed themselves against you. The friction their tits created was heavenly as the wet flesh covered your cock, only allowing your tip to be visible.
“Like that, baby?” Saerom asked.
“You like mommy’s tits more, don’t you baby?” Jisun asked, moaning as her nipples brushed against Saerom’s.
“Oh, please.” Saerom said, rolling her eyes. “Your tits aren’t that great.”
“I bet I can get more of his cum on my tits than yours.”
“You’re going to regret saying that.” Saerom said as she picked up the pace. Both pairs of breasts began to squeeze and massage your cock, trapping it in between the warmth of their heavenly flesh.
It was the end to a perfect, stamina draining day. You only hoped this wouldn’t be the last time Saerom and you would be visiting Jisun’s gym.
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An unlocked phone vibrated, signaling a new message arrived. Attached was a picture of a woman flashing a peace sign to the camera against a beige background with her looking slightly sultry.
[10:00 PM]: Oppa! I’m coming to visit! See you soon! 🧡
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behind the lens [7]
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chapter summary: the party of the year was your best chance at finally finding out who paradis_finest was... as long as your friends knew how to control their drinking
warning: nsfw, smut, 18+ only, semi-public sex, cunnulingus, alcohol consumption, protected sex, hint of size kink
word count: 6.4k
a/n: hehehe lots of chapter updates will be happening this week :)
Parties were never something you had to stress about until now.
It was your job to find out if it was Porco or not. Ymir and Mikasa were going to keep an eye out in case it wasn't him at the end of it all. However, your mind was set on it being him. Annie was a sleuth when she needed to be, if she believed it to be him then you had your entire faith in her words.
Porco Galliard obtained a full-ride scholarship to Paradis University straight out of high school. It was clear his skills were desired for the school's team and he took it up without even considering another. He'd received the MVP award for more games than anyone on the team and his reputation held him as quite the partier in his four years there.
It seemed the perfect fit for someone eager enough to make sex tapes. Galliard was the man behind the lens, you were sure of it. You still needed proof that it was him, then the sweet A in statistics was all yours. You could practically taste the victory at this point.
"How the hell are you going to get dick looking like this?" Ymir nearly shrieked as she walked into your room. Mikasa was already ready to go and leisurely laid in your bed. Music played in the background as you finished doing your hair. The three of you, and Historia, were supposed to go together and meet the others there.
"What the fuck?"
"Your tits aren't out enough," Ymir pointed towards your shirt. You'd been pulling it up since getting ready, feeling too exposed with it resting on your chest as it should be. You pulled the material down to show her what it was going to be like when you were at the party. "That's better."
"You know, you could be the one to find out instead," you offered. Not that you hated the idea of having sex with him - he was certainly someone you could admire looking at no matter the outcome. Porco was one of the less asshole-ish guys on the team and rarely presented himself as better than the world.
"As if you'd want to lose the chance to get fucked by the man you've been thirsting over for weeks now," Ymir waved you off. You never really thought about what you were going to do if it was him. How many times did you dream of this situation? To get railed by the man who so expertly made so many women fall apart? Too many to count.
Ymir was right, not a chance in hell were you going to lose this, it might be your only one. Porco was going to get caught red-handed and you were going to get your A in Statistics - and a hell of a good fuck. Every part of this scenario was too perfect.
"Geez, don't look too excited I can practically see your panties dripping now," Ymir rolled her eyes. She was quick to notice the glint in your eyes at the thought of finally getting into Paradis_Finest's pants. She knew more than anyone how much you wanted this. Tonight was finally the night.
"Let her be excited," Mikasa defended, "after tonight you're not going to have anything to do again. You've spent all your free time being a detective."
Your time as a detective was going to end tonight and the rest of your free time would be dedicated to studying for final exams. A far less exciting way to spend your days, but the real world wasn't going to wait for you to get consumed in this fantasy fuck you've created over the last several weeks.
You could only hope Porco Galliard, aka Paradis_Finest, lived up to the videos he made.
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By the time you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Music blared so loud you could hear it the moment you stepped out of the car. Alcohol tinged every sense as you got through the front door and made you become completely consumed by the atmosphere. The football guys sure as hell knew how to put everyone in a party mood.
The house was busy, but not packed to the point moving around was impossible. It was obvious the only people there were the people with invites. No one outside of the group of friends all the players had were there - even you felt like an outsider. Annie must have pulled a lot of strings to get all of you spots.
Ymir painfully reminded you not to fuck this night up.
By the time you found the rest of your friends, several drinks flowed through your system and the music bombarded your ears so much there was a constant ringing in them. Eren, Jean, Conny, and bearded blonde you didn't recognize all stood around a beer pong table. Jean and Conny were only a cup away from losing.
"(Y/N)!" Jean drunkenly grinned at your appearance. He and the others were waiting all night to see you and the girls - apparently, they didn't try too hard to find you either. It was over an hour since arriving and you were sure they were playing games this entire time. By the way they spoke and the clumsy movements, they were extremely drunk.
"Just in time for a celebrity shot," Conny grinned. He handed the ball over to you, watching as you lined up the shot and perfectly placed it in one of Eren's beer-filled cups. A playful pout landed on his lips, surprised you made it in and offering the drink to you. He didn't give up until you accepted. He was always so damn pushy when he was drinking.
Your nose scrunched up as you finished the drink - Eren always managed to get the worst tasting alcohol just because it was the cheapest. He threw an arm around your shoulder, showing off just how much he drank in the night. Lidded eyes, alcohol stench lingering off of him worse than ever, he was worse than Jean even.
"This is my brother, Zeke. He played his last year of football when Reiner was in his freshman year," Eren introduced you. The two didn't look alike in the slightest. Zeke stood taller than Eren, his blonde hair in stark contrast to Eren's dark locks. Broad shoulders became more defined as he stood up straight to accept the introduction.
"It's nice to meet you," you gave him a curt nod. There was something about his presence that threw you off for a moment. Something about his smile seemed to dwell inside your chest and make you wonder why you've never heard of him before. Not once did Eren mention having a brother. Even now he seemed reluctant to introduce the two of you.
The blonde didn't seem like the kind of guy who was interested in playing football or being at a college party. Circular glasses rested on his nose that didn't appear to fit him quite right. His entire presence was giving you an eerie feeling that you couldn't shake off, even with Eren's arm still tightly wrapped around you.
Zeke tossed the ping-pong ball and landed it in the last cup on the other side of the table. Eren followed up, making the exact same motion and ending the game in it's tracks. As Jean and Conny accepted their defeat, the duo at your side awaited their new victims.
You had to do a double-take at the blonde who stood at the opposite end.
"No partner, Galliard?" Eren joked.
"Colt just fucked off," Porco shrugged. Much like Eren, he wore a tight black shirt that showed off every muscle underneath. The tufts of blonde hair were slicked back without a single one falling into his face. Porco was exactly like you expected - incredibly hot and overwhelmingly attractive. You felt a sudden wave of nervousness - how the hell were you supposed to get someone like him?
"Here, take (Y/N). She's pretty good. Not that’ll you’d win with Colt either," Eren offered. He grabbed onto your shoulders and pushed you towards the other end of the table. You glared towards him for pushing you so damn hard and nearly causing you to fall on your face. The possessiveness he felt for you when Jean was near was gone. Maybe he too thought Porco was too good for you.
He didn't seem drunk like the rest. His eyes weren't hazy, nor were his movements sloppy. He was either extremely good at hiding how much he drank or he hadn't drunk at all. It wasn't until you were close enough to him to smell the hard liquor mixing with the enticing scent of his cologne.
"You must be a friend of Jaeger's?" Porco looked down to you. His eyes felt like they were digging a hole through your head. His own presence radiated confidence - the kind of confidence he needed to make sex tapes and post them for everyone to see. Porco was the one, you were sure of it. "Yeah, I know you. You're friends with Annie too."
You nodded. This overwhelming sense of anxiety was ruining every plan of yours for the night. Oh man, he's way hotter up close. And he smells so good. Fuck.
Porco stood tall and proud next to you. He didn't seem upset about you being his partner for the time being but he also didn't show much interest in you either. The best way to get in the line of vision for a guy like him? Prove your worth at the game he devoted himself to at parties. If you could only keep up the rhythm you created in the previous game you'd be fine.
You rolled the ping pong ball around in your hand. Porco made a gesture for you to go first, though it wasn't his eyes that made you nervous. Eren was staring you down like a meal from across the table. Once he got a taste of you, he was quickly addicted. You couldn't let him bother you that night, not when your goal was Mr. Paradis_Finest at your side.
With a final breath, you tossed the ball, watching it soar across the table and into the front most cup. A small cheer left your mouth. Instantly, you looked to Porco for satisfaction from your shot. A smirk toyed at his lips. He lined up for his own shot, sinking it in the cup next to yours. This was a university-level football player you were standing beside - his tosses were bound to be good.
His hand raised up and with his first two fingers, gestured for them to toss the balls back. Long, piano-playing fingers that were calloused in the most delectable way after years of playing sports. You bit at the inside of your cheek - you wanted to feel those same fingers inside you, effortlessly making you cum. Patience. You needed to have the patience or this would all fall through entirely.
For a third time in a row, you threw the ball into the cup. Porco on the other hand missed completely. "Not too bad, (Y/N)."
"I'm carrying the team here!" You joked. He waved you off, but there was a nice smile on him. Maybe this was going to be easier than you thought. Eren got one of your cups, Zeke barely missed. The banter went back and forth for several rounds, neither of you making too much headway. However, it was obvious you were making the most points - a surprising feat you could only blame on the amount of alcohol the others consumed.
This time when you made another shot, Porco pulled you into his side, his other arm shooting up and laughing directly in the face of your opponents - in more ways than he realized. Eren was glaring at the arm around you. It became painfully obvious when Porco slid his hand down, resting it on the curve of your ass for a moment before dropping it. He wasn’t expecting this to happen, otherwise he wouldn’t have handed you over so willingly.
"For someone who plays professional football, you're really sucking here, Galliard," you teased him as he missed again. His eyes narrowed at you. Porco slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans and hauled you close again. You looked up at him, cocking your neck completely back because of how close you were. The palm of his hand was boiling hot through the pocket of your pants and his touch ran straight to the heat pooling between your legs.
"Good thing I've got you on my team, right?"
"Galliard!" Colt Grice, a close friend, and ex-pong partner, of Porco approached the table. The drink in his hand sloshed around as he bumped into someone but he didn't seem to care - or notice. Porco pulled away from you and for a moment you feared he'd toss you aside just like that because his original partner showed up. "Replacing me?"
"Yeah with a better, upgraded model, too," He slapped Colt's back. He looked surprised by how much you two were winning. Eren and Zeke didn't seem pleased by it. However, one lucky streak and you were done for. The two managed to stay at the table this long - no way was Eren going to let you win. "Kicking my ass, too. (Y/N) this is Colt, he's a first-year."
Colt stuck his hand out for you to shake. His palms were sticky with alcohol and his eyes completely dazed. He looked like he was on the brink of passing out. As soon as the interaction began, it ended with Colt getting distracted with another friend of his.
"You done?" Eren looked annoyed as ever. You cocked an eyebrow at him - it wasn't often he showed a side like this. Without another word, you nodded. Porco still stood at your side, hand no longer in your pocket but still just as close.
It seemed his frustration went to good use. The brother duo took a winning streak in one blow. The last four cups they'd gotten without a single miss causing you and Porco to embarrassingly lose your lead and the game altogether. Eren was irked, though his brother only found humor in his anger.
"A humble loss," Porco admitted. His arm loosely hung around your shoulder again, the weight of it causing you to lean into him. The two of you joined Eren and Zeke on the opposite end of the table. With his free hand, he patted Eren on the shoulder and then turned his attention to the older Jaeger Brother. "Nice seeing you again Zeke."
"You too, Galliard," Zeke spoke, though his eyes were on you. You hated being under his gaze, the uncomfortable presence he held earlier came back instantly. Nonetheless, you forced a happy smile on your face. Likely, the only thing bothering you was the fact you didn't know he even existed. "Have a fun night."
You didn't miss his wink, nor Eren's stare of Porco keeping his arm around you. This was ridiculous - Eren shouldn't be acting like this. Either way, he wasn't your issue of the night - Porco was, and he was playing right into the palm of your hand.
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His kiss was different than Eren's or Jean's. There wasn't an underlying sense of urgency with his kiss, he was calm beneath his drunken exterior. He held himself with a prideful head even if it was in the last place that was worthy of pride. Proco didn't feel the need to be eager with you, he knew he had you for the night and that was all he needed.
As soon as his lips were on yours for the first time that night you knew, you knew you were right about him. Porco was the one making the videos, his confidence said it all. This was your one moment and nothing was going to stop it from happening. Finally, after all this time of wanting to fuck the man behind the camera, you were going to have it.
The two of you found yourselves on the makeshift dancefloor created. Loud music rattled your body and lit up your nerves. Alcohol-filled veins and a blurry mind had your ass grinding against him in the most slutty kind of way. Calloused fingers dipped under your shirt and into your skin, pulling you closer against him as the music sped up.
Porco left sloppy kisses at the back of your neck until his hand rested at your neck, fingers pushing your chin so he could reach your lips instead. The dancefloor quickly became long forgotten and then dire need to find an empty room with a closed door was the only thing on your mind.
The door to the bathroom slammed shut the second he pushed you against it. Porco refused to leave your lips and his hands to never leave your body. His strong arms hooked under your thighs, gesturing for you to jump up all without saying a word. His biceps strained against his shirt as he supported you against the wall. Only Paradis_Finest had arms like these, Porco's arms.
"You're not drunk, are you?" Porco suddenly asked. His lips were pink and swollen from your extensive kisses both in the bathroom and inside the party. You didn't want to leave his lips, you wanted them all over your body. You shook your head no, maybe a little tipsy but nowhere near being drunk. "Good."
He pulled you away from the wall and carried you over to the counter. He stood between your legs, having you so close to the edge of the counter he could press the growing hardness in his pants into you. A smile toyed at his lips as you hummed in content at the feeling of him grinding into you.
Porco used his new ability to have his hands free to roam your body. His palms dug into every part of you - your thighs, your ass, your breasts. Every squeeze had the need between your legs to grow. The tips of your fingers slipped under his shirt. You were tempted to moan at the ripples of his muscles.
Both of you seemed to have the same mindset. Simultaneously, you went for the button of each other's pants. Your hands clashed together and the serious moment was briefly broken as you let out a giggle. Porco's face lit up with a smile and the silly accident.
"A little excited?" you teased him. From the second you made your first joke towards him you instantly became too comfortable in his presence. Porco made it incredibly easy to make it feel like you've known each other for years. Considering he is Paradis_Finest - supposedly is, you really did know him for several months.
His cheeks were flushed worse than they were before. The alcohol was making his whole body warm and your teasing tone was only making it worse. His large hands grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter so he could completely show off how stiff he was for you. Excited was an understatement.
You hummed with satisfaction at feeling him through the layers of your pants. Porco pulled you in, lips feverishly against yours like he couldn't get enough of you. The way you ignited his entire body, he really couldn't get enough of you. He wanted to whimper at every touch you made like a pathetic little boy.
This time, when Porco made a move towards freeing you the material he didn't bump into you. He pulled them down your legs, tossing the pants and your underwear carelessly on the floor. Heat radiated from your core as moisture gathered, even more so with the way his hands felt against your bare skin. Calloused palms from playing football, skilled fingers that pried your legs apart so he could get a proper feel.
"Calling me excited when you're like this?" The pad of his thumb slid over your damp slit, adoring the wetness that began to spread to your thighs. A breathy moan escaped you. Temptation to grind into his hand filled you but you managed to keep your composure. "My my, I do like how you sound, pretty girl. Can't wait to hear how loud you get with my cock."
God, his voice was so husky, so incredibly sexy you could barely contain your excitement. Porco was the one, he sounded like him, he looked like him, everything about him led you to believe - no - led you to know he was the one.
His lips were plump and swollen from the rough kisses you shared. Every instinct of yours made you crave to mark him up. It would be so easy to leave your bites, nips, and sucks on his skin and show everyone in the world Paradis_Finest was just at your fingertips. You wanted to show everyone your detective skills, and your ability to get the one man everyone on campus craved into your pants.
The pace of his kiss slowed dramatically all while teasing you between your legs. He left sloppy kisses down your neck, along the line of your shirt where your breasts peaked from, and up your thighs. He sat on his knees, looking up at you with the most devious eyes. He guided you back so you leaned against the mirror behind you all to expose yourself.
Your thighs rested on his shoulders, his thick arms wrapped around them and prying you wide open. Featherlight kisses traced up your legs until reaching just before where you craved. His tight hold prevented you from squirming or pushing yourself closer to him. He was so caught up in your breathless whines to even see how scrunched up your face was in anticipation.
"Should have known someone as beautiful as you would have such a pretty pussy," Porco complimented. He flattened his tongue against you, taking in your taste with a heavenly moan from the both of you. "Fuck, taste so good too. Gonna be loud for me, right sweetheart?"
You nodded, unable to speak with how uneven your breath was. Whatever he wanted, whatever he asked of you, you were like putty in his hands to do it. "Yes, fuck. Please - please Porco, been so wet thinking about you all night."
"All night?" he grinned, "guess I better no make you wait any longer then, huh?" You eagerly nodded your head in agreement. The tips of his fingers dug into your thighs as he buried himself between your thighs. A shameless moan ripped through you at the devilish feeling of his tongue against you.
He teased between your folds, enjoying the slow pace to taste you properly. Your thighs threatened to tighten around him, and if it wasn't for his hold you were sure you'd crush him by the pure pleasure causing your movements. Every painstakingly slow lick shot waves of desire through you.
His lips wrapped around your sensitive nub, creating a pressure that had your hands flying to his hair to push him in for more. You could feel him smile against you at your cries and moans. Porco did the action again, this time flicking his tongue over you. No one should be this damn good at this.
"Fuck!" You squealed as his teeth grazed against you. He changed his movements again, this time shoving his tongue deep inside you. You could tell he was trying to force himself farther, but unable to push himself more into your core. The warmth of his tongue was heavenly against your walls. "Pock! Fuck- fuck so good. More, need more."
He ignored your request, continuing at his leisurely pace until he was satisfied with the wetness soaking your thighs. You threw your head back against the mirror, fingers gripping his hair so tightly you were sure he was getting a headache from it. You didn't care - neither did he - not when he was making you feel this good.
He nipped at your clit, satisfied as you yelled out his name and tried to jolt your legs away from him. He soothed the sudden pain with his tongue. His once perfectly styled blonde locks completely fell out of place from your constant tugging. It was well worth it to hear such beautiful sounds.
"Porco, please. Wanna - wanna cum on your cock," you told him. Your heels dug into his back as tension grew in your core. Porco pulled away from you, your juices glistening down his chin. A massive grin rested on his lips at your pleas. He released your thighs, standing up with several cracks in his knees.
"Pretty girl wants to cum on my cock?" He repeated your statement. You nodded, reaching for the button of his pants. The artificial light shone down on him, showing off every drop of your arousal. It was sexy, seeing his face covered in you. The great Paradis_Finest, marked by you. "So impatient."
He slowed you, kissing your deep and hard. He tasted of you, spreading your own juices onto your face like a madman. Porco replaced your hands with his own, undoing his pants and working towards freeing the painfully hard erection hidden away. His own touch caused him to whimper. What a beautiful fucking sound.
One hand teasing your eager pussy, the other pulling a condom onto himself from his back pocket. You needed to see him, it was the whole reason you were here, and yet he distracted you so well with his hands you couldn't open your eyes long enough. It didn't matter, you'd get a chance later - right now you only wanted to focus on the feeling.
"Pock, please," you whined. Your cunt clenched around nothing in anticipation. Drops of your arousal dripped to the bathroom counter. Porco lined his cock up to you, pushing his entire girth in one stroke. Your walls stretched almost painfully around him, pure ecstasy filling you with every inch of him. "Fuck! So fucking big. S'much."
This was it, the moment you'd been waiting for and you couldn't even pretend to be disappointed in it all. Porco fell to the crook of your neck for a moment. Your pussy sucking him in farther than he could physically go, pleading silently for him to fuck you senseless. It was too much for him. The alcohol, the warmth, all of it had him ready to go feral.
His teeth sunk into your shoulder, trying to compose himself before moving. Large hands cupped your ass, pushing you into a better angle for him to pound into.
"How are you this fucking wet and still so damn tight," he muttered. The veins of his cock dragged against your walls as he pulled out. He found it nearly impossible to move with how tight you were squeezing him. The groans escaping him couldn't be controlled, not when you felt this incredible.
Porco's hands dug into the soft flesh of your ass as his hips slapped against yours. His speed was almost unbearable, giving you no time to adjust to how thick he was. You couldn't care less, not when he fucked you better than anyone so quickly. So little effort to get you so worked up, it was incredible.
His hands rested just below your knees, pushing them up towards your chest just enough for his angle to reach you deeper. The slight change had you an utter mess. The mirror you rested on was likely steaming from the warmth you radiated, hot breaths fogging it even more. You couldn't control your sounds, and for the first time that night, you were grateful for the loud music.
"God you take my cock so well," Porco praised. His eyes were glued to the view, unable to look away as if he were addicted. "Look at you, fucking mess for me. Gonna cum on my cock just like you wanted, hmm? Fuck, you already suck me in so good."
"Yes!" Your nails dragged down his arms, trying to grasp onto anything to keep you grounded from this euphoric feeling. Your head leaned back as his hips snapped so hard into you black filled your vision and the most pornographic moan left you. Porco spoke again but you couldn't focus enough on his jumble of words as he repeated the action over and over again.
He leaned into you, forcing your legs closer to your chest. Wet, sloppy kisses were left on your neck, distracting you from the insane power his thrusts held. "Pock!" You cried out again. The same tension as before grew, this time stronger and more forceful. "Gonna - gonna cum."
"Such a good girl, being so loud for me," Porco encouraged. This wasn't the first time he made a girl fall apart because of his cock, but you were easily the most lavishly. He quickly became obsessed with your velvety walls surrounding him, squeezing him in for more and more. "You can -"
"Ah!" It wasn’t either of you who ripped out the sudden scream. Your high was completely cut off. The sound of the door briefly opening and immediately slamming back shut ruined your mood entirely. Porco pulled away from your neck, a flush on his cheeks like you'd never seen before. Someone definitely just walked into your fuck session.
"Did-" He raised his eyebrows. You nodded, heat flooding your neck and face at the idea of someone seeing you like this. As much as you adored the idea of being caught in the library with Jean, this time you just wanted Porco to let loose and make you cum over and over without interruption.
Your heart raced for all the wrong reasons. You should have felt embarrassed about being walked in on, you should have hated the thought of someone seeing you like this, and instead, it only made you more excited. It was Porco's worry that made you realize he was the one embarrassed.
Before he could ask anything a loud banging at the door cut you off.
"Get your dick in your pants and get the hell out!" Porco winced at the voice. Reiner. Of course, it couldn't be someone neither of you knew and would never have to see again. The utter embarrassment of forgetting to lock the door ran through you. It seemed you were both too eager to care in the moment.
"Way to ruin things huh?" Porco tried to lighten the mood. Every bit of orgasm you were about to feel was washed away and completely vanished. You giggled along, trying to make the best of this moment even when disappointment ran deep. Porco pulled himself from you, quickly doing as Reiner instructed. He kissed your lips, trying to savor this moment he may never get again.
The condom was thrown in the trash and before you could get a proper glance at what he looked like his pants were hiked up and the button done up. Fuck. Fuck all this and I still don't know. He grabbed your clothes, handing them over to you, and helping you off the counter. A layer of sweat remained on you both, only being an uncomfortable reminder of what could have been.
Porco ran a hand through his hair to try and salvage it. He straightened his shirt and ran some water down his face all why you cleaned yourself up as well. The two of you looked at one another before getting ready to face your interrupter.
"Guess I owe you, yeah?" Porco held the doorknob. He held a playful smile, though his eyes were still filled with a longing lust. He leaned towards you, lips grazing over yours but not enough to satisfy your yearning. "Still wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl." Before you could give him an answer he pushed the bathroom door open. The music blared loud again along with the putrid smell of spilled liquor.
However, walking out of that bathroom, the party wasn't your biggest concern, it was the people waiting to get into the room you were just in. Reiner stood with an annoyed looked on his face at Porco, though it didn't come as surprise. It was the two standing behind them.
Eren and Jean.
Busted lips, bloody noses, and swollen, bruised eyes. The two clearly partook in a fight and you nearly guaranteed it was with each other. The once anger faces they had for one another turned into shock when they saw you walk out of the bathroom with Porco. Jean's jaw became slack, his lips parting with surprise. Eren had the same for only a moment before becoming angrier than before.
"(Y/N)!?" Jean finally broke out of it. When Reiner said Porco was fucking some chick in the bathroom, they didn't expect it to be you. It wasn't hard to tell both the boys were shocked and displeased with your appearance. "You-"
"What the fuck did you guys do?" You cut him off. Getting a closer look at their wounds, it looked like they were fighting for quite a while before they were stopped. Blood dripped down Eren's neck and onto his shirt, Jean's lip was so red and swollen you were surprised it hadn't busted. You'd never seen either of them so beat up before.
Neither of them answered, and refused to look into your eyes. You were right, they did fight each other. Over what, you didn't have a clue. The two never particularly got along but this was insane, how did they manage to get into a real fight at a party nonetheless. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol they drank but this stemmed much deeper.
"Caught them fighting about some girl," Reiner explained. There was a very short list of girls they both got with. You were at the top of it. By the way they tensed, it seemed it was about you. Walking out of the bathroom, sex wafting off of you like a badge, was just the icing on the cake for them. "I should have kicked them out, Armin convinced me otherwise."
"No, you should have," You looked back to Reiner. The last plan on your night was to mom your two friends but it seemed you had no other choice. Considering no one else in your group decided to take care of them, it was likely they all went home. "I'm sorry you had to deal with these guys, Reiner. Thank you for your help. But it's time they go home."
"Do you need any help?" Porco asked. It sounded like he held genuine concern. As much as you wanted to say yes, his presence would likely only make things worse. Dealing with the two of them was never anything new, but having them this angry at each other was something different you weren't sure they could come back from.
Porco's kindness shone through more than you thought possible. You didn't expect him to show such concern for someone he barely knew. This kind of genuine personality was so rare in people it made you hesitate to believe he could do anything so cynical.
"No, I can handle them. Thank you though," You smiled at him, "Uh, I'll see you around?" Please.
"Of course," he winked, knowing damn well you were still eager for him. Porco was going to uphold his promise to make you cum for him, whenever the time you could spare. With a final goodbye to the two players, you led your dearest friends through the crowd.
Your time with Porco must have been longer than you thought. Fewer people were at the party, though it still thrived just as it did hours ago when you first arrived. Likely, some of your friends were long gone too making it even more difficult to get the two men back to their homes without a fuss.
The two boys ruined your night entirely. Denying you of orgasm, not giving you the chance to see if Porco was the one behind the tapes, and embarrassing you in front of everyone. All because they were fighting about who could give you the most pleasure. After that night, it seemed it was neither of them.
You were furious. The two of them swayed on their feet as you pointed towards the exit. Alcohol lingered on their bodies, filling your senses as you walked behind them. Armin and Mikasa were outside the house, arms crossed over their chests and just as disappointed as you. They seemed surprised to see you, likely thinking you went home when Conny and Sasha left too.
"(Y/N)?" Mikasa questioned your appearance. It had been a long time since she saw you at the party, where had you been this whole time? "Where have you been?"
"Fucking Galliard in the bathroom," Eren muttered out. He winced as your palm connected with the back of his head. He didn't need to be so blunt about it. "Ow."
"Right," Mikasa blushed. She forgot he was the entire reason you were at this party. It looked like she wanted to ask more, but refrained for the time being. You looked too pissed off to talk about your night. Tomorrow, Ymir, and the other girls would invade your apartment again and get you to spill everything you knew. Tonight you had two idiots to deal with.
"Why don't we all just go home tonight and talk about this in the morning?" Armin suggested. If he knew his friends well enough - which he did - discussing what the fuck happened now would only cause more fights. He hated seeing his friends argue like this, just as you did. "Sober up, we all need it."
"You're right, but I don't trust Jean getting home by himself," you looked at the taller man. He lived on the other side of town from your apartment and Armin’s. His eyes were half-lidded, alcohol blurring his thoughts and vision. He was fully capable, but after tonight you didn't want any more accidents to happen. "Armin, take Eren home. Jean can stay at our place tonight."
"Are you sure? He can come with us," Armin offered. As much as you'd love to have him stay with your two friends, the way they were fighting tonight wasn't just a one-off thing. This was built up, and you weren't sure what was going to set them off again, especially while they were still drunk off their asses.
"It's fine," you sighed. How did this night turn into such a shit show? They honestly should have been taken to the hospital with the cuts they had. Blood covered their knuckles as they hung their heads low. "They're gonna regret raising a fist to each other by tomorrow."
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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) a part two of OnlyFans where Steve takes them up on their offer would be 🥵🤤
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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: i got a lot of people in my inbox asking about a part two but holy shite balls ive never written something like this omggg i can’t believe it aviajbgvi8gahahaha, anyways plz don’t let this flop i worked really hard to write this and imma cry if it does
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Steve sat on the bed nervously. He had no idea what came over him agreeing to this.
“Are you ok?” you asked him softly as Peter set the camera up.
“Yeah, just out of my element; very out of my element.”
“You can always say no; at any time. Even after we film and take pictures, you decide that you don’t want this out there we’ll delete it right away. I promise,” you reassured.
“Thank you, but I want this. I don’t trust anyone more than you two to do this with.”
Peter looked up from the camera and smiled at you both; he wasn’t gonna lie, he was really excited when Steve came up to them saying he wanted to be a part of this. He was expecting you and Steve to do something together but when he asked Peter to also be a part of it he was very ecstatic and aroused about it.
“Ok,” you cupped his face.
“Well the camera’s ready if you want to start slow, maybe some pictures first?” Peter suggested.
“Sure, you’re the experts,” Steve shrugged.
“Ok, Pete, what should we do first?” you turned to your boyfriend.
“Well, maybe we can shoot some of just you guys, and then just me and you, and after all three of us,” he said standing behind the camera.
“Sounds like a plan,” you went up quickly to Peter and kissed before turning back to Steve holding a mischievous gleam in your eyes and made him feel wanton.
You slowly walked closer to Steve, your hands reaching for the tie that held your silk robe together and unveiled the most sexiest lingerie set that Steve’s ever laid his eyes on. His eyes could help themselves staring directly at your nearly exposed chest. You noted his inner battle to not reach out and touch without permission and Peter chuckled from behind.
“You can touch her, Steve. She doesn’t mind, do you princess?”
“Not at all,” you whispered sensually.
Steve reached out and pulled you close to his body. He sported simply a pair of black boxers and a black leather choker with a silver ring in the center. You curled your finger over the silver ring and pulled him closer to your face. Peter saw this as a great shot and the shutter of the camera alerted Steve pulling him out that momentary spell you have on him.
“It’s ok,” you whispered against his lips.
Steve swallowed audibly shoving his nerves down before bringing his large hands up your thighs. You smiled beautifully and teased him barely brushing your lips against Steve’s. As Peter continued snapping pictures, he was embarrassed to admit that he was growing hard at the sight of you teasing Steve; biting his lip having to remind himself to keep snapping pictures.
Steve was slowly getting the hang of things and trailed his hand up your front to wrap harshly around your throat. You giggled at the feeling making direct contact with the lens putting on, which wasn't hard at all, your sexist face before all three of you bursted into giggles.
“Too much?” Steve chuckled.
“No, it was perfect,” you giggled.
You took some more pictures; you sat between Steve’s legs looking innocently into the camera and you could see the visible tremble in Peter’s legs. Another was you sitting with your back against Steve’s chest, his lips pressing faintly to your skin and his hands wrapping around your body closely both looking into the camera seductively.
“These are fucking hot, guys. People are gonna lose their shit,” Peter told you guys.
“How ‘bout one more,” you winked at Peter.
You crawled over Steve straddling his waist and pressing your hands against his pecs. He leaned back on his elbow, his expression taken back yet aroused and excited. Peter watched carefully, his finger resting on the button to snap the perfect shot. You rubbed your nose along Steve’s and you could feel his breath quicken.
You pressed your lips against his and lightly grinded down on his crotch feeling his large member poking your center. Steve fluttered his eyes closed as his lips moved against yours softly moaning. You pulled away to find his cheeks reddened and his eyes blown out with lust. You crawled off but Steve pulled you back in already addicted to your taste.
“Alright hands off, it’s my turn,” Peter walked up, making you giggle.
Peter practically pounced on you once Steve stumbled his way to the camera; waddling from his raging erection.
“You look so fucking sexy; I haven’t gotten to tell you,” Peter whispered in your ear.
“Thank you; you still ok with this?” you asked him.
“Of course I am,” he grinned.
“I figured, considering you’re hard as a rock under these,” you pressed his erection firmly with your hand making his groan lowly and shifting his hips.
He kissed you ravishly and Steve snapped the shots quickly. He shifted from side to side attempting to take his mind off of his painfully boner but the sight you and Peter practically devouring each other’s mouths was incredibly arousing.
Peter’s hand cupped your breasts squeezing the flesh softly pulling soft barely audible moans from you. Peter laid you down on the bed and kissed down your body softly looking sensually at the camera. You arched your back and pointed your toes for effect but that didn’t take away from how Peter’s lips felt so good against your burning skin.
“Hey Stevie,” Peter practically purred.
“Why don’t you start recording and come help me please our little princess,” Peter’s words made your skin break into chills.
Steve practically skipped to the bed after pressing record and you made little grabby hands to pull him into a kiss. He came over your head and pressed his lips against yours placing his hand on your breast while Peter’s resting on your other one. Your lips tasted so sweet and they felt so velvety Steve could spend eternity against your lips and not complain.
“Fucking hell, so pretty,” Steve whispered.
Peter’s one goddamn lucky kid, he thought.
He lifted you by your shoulders and sat behind you as Peter continued to kiss down your legs pulling your panties down your legs. Steve rubbed your arms softly before circling your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck.
As Steve pressed kisses to your neck Peter pressed kisses to your inner thighs and you could do was breathe heavily and indulge in the attention. Peter slowly licked from the bottom of your entrance grazing your clit with his tongue and you tossed your head back on Steve fluttering your eyes closed. Steve’s hand moved up to wrap firmly around your throat and nibbled on your ear.
“Look at him baby girl. I want you to look at him as he makes you fall apart,” Steve said, his voice laced with lust and domination making you whimper pathetically.
“You sound so fucking pretty for daddy, don’t you,” Steve spoke smoothly; you hadn’t thought of him much of a talker, let alone any other kinks and honestly it make your knees weak.
Peter on the other hand, was having way too much fun. He brought his fingers and circled them teasing you just a bit. You always made the prettiest whines when he did and he knew your viewers loved it too.
Painstakingly slow, he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked harshly on your clit making you squirm and wiggle under him. It took him a while but he realized your moans and cries sounded muffled and when he flashed his eyes open he saw Steve’s thick fingers in your mouth as you sucked on them lewdly.
Your eyes were still trained on Peter and he moaned against your core; the vibrations stimulating you more, tightening your muscles and tears brimming your eyes. Your toes curled and your legs squeezed Peter’s head but he didn’t stop his assault on your core. Your legs started shaking and you could hear Steve’s dark chuckled low in your ear. He took his fingers out from your mouth and you practically screamed from the overstimulation. You pushed Peter off you, tears falling down your cheeks. There was a prominent wet spot left on the silk red sheets and Peter’s chin and mouth were covered in your arousal.
“Come here, handsome,” Steve reached for the back of Peter’s neck and kissed him sloppily, tasting you on his lips; both moaning in arousal. You could feel Steve’s sizable erection poking your back firmly as you stared up to the boys who kissed beautifully. You felt yourself calm down a bit and Peter and Steve pulled away before Peter attached his lips to yours.
“Holy shit,” you said, making the boys chuckle breathlessly.
“You did good, baby. But I think you can do more yeah? You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”
“Yes,” you whimpered.
“Yes, what?” Peter said, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth with his thumb.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
You leaned forward again pressing a brief and chaste kiss to your boyfriend. You rubbed your hands all over his chest and whined like a brat before you felt Steve’s hand strike your cheek suddenly. You and Peter never dove into the spanking territory so it caught both of you by surprise; a good surprise though.
“Hey Petey, you gonna let daddy fuck your little girlfriend? I’m dying to feel how good this pussy feels.”
“She’s perfect,” Peter said looking lovingly into your eyes. You smiled shyly at him and felt yourself grow bashful at the compliment. You peered behind you quickly shooting Steve a wink before you wiggled your ass. Steve chuckled, smacking your ass playfully making you gasp before giggling.
He pushed his boxers down and gripped his aching cock desperate for attention. You felt his tip brushing against your hole and you whimpered clenching around nothing. You scratched your nails over Peter’s abs, digging harshly when Steve pushed himself past your folds.
Although Peter was already big and you loved it so very much, Steve did feel substantially bigger; almost too much. You hissed, breathing sharply through gritted teeth and Steve rubbed his hands gently over your back. Peter also soothed you pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and whispering praises.
“You’re taking him so well baby.”
“Such a pretty girl, aren’t cha.”
“You look so fucking sexy, princess.”
“Fuck,” you cried.
You practically clawed at Peter’s boxers pulling his dick out. You wrapped your hand around it and pumped up and down his shaft pulling quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure. You leaned down finally wrapping your lips around the tip of Peter’s aching cock making toss his head back in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock so good baby,” Peter rubbed your head softly.
You moaned softly around him resting your hands on his thighs. Steve continued his languid thrusts in you pulling soft moans from you that stimulated Peter even more bringing him closer to his release. Steve’s pace sped up little by little until his thrusts became sloppy and wild practically jostling you around like a rag doll.
“Holy shit, Pete. Your girl feels amazing.”
“She really does; my little angel,” your stomach fluttered at the compliments.
“She’s so warm, and wet. God, such a perfect little pussy,” Steve smacked your ass making you shudder under his touch and moaned around Peter’s dick.
Peter’s legs began to shake and not long after you felt the hot ribbons of cum spurting down your throat. You released his dick with a pop before pressing lights kisses to Peter’s tip and down his shaft to his hips. You look seductively at Peter who carried a blissed expression but your own expression didn’t last long.
Steve grabbed your hair harshly pulling you up flush against his front. Peter chased you, standing to his knees in front you pressing kisses and nipping at the skin along your collarbones. He snaked his hand down and swiftly circled your clit making you scream.
“Fuck!”
Sweat lined your forehead lightly and you breathed unbelievably heavily; whimpering pathetically in both their arms. Steve groaned lowly in your ear, chasing his orgasm as yours approached quickly too. He whispered obscene things in your that only you and Peter could hear, almost like he wanted that to be your little dirty secret.
Eventually, your body spasmed between two bodies and you damned near screamed in pleasure. Stars clouded your vision and your eyes rolled back from euphoria. Your back arched pressed your hardened nipples against Peter's chest.
“Come on, princess; one more,” Steve grumbled. He quickly tore his boxers off his body as did Peter hardly giving you time to recover from your shattering high.
“I can’t,” you whimpered.
“Yes, you can, pretty girl. I know you can. You’ve been doing such a good job for me and Stevie,” Peter soothed.
Your knees rested on either side of Steve thighs; your back against his chest as you faced Peter. Steve pumped his cock quickly circled it around your tight hole making you shiver with anticipation. Peter wedged his legs between yours and Steve somehow before lining his own dick with your folds.
You felt Steve’s hands resting on your hips and Peter’s on your waist right above Steve’s. They peppered skins and whispered praises to you waiting for you to give them some kind of signal that you were ready.
This was completely new territory to you and you didn’t really prepare much prior to now. You steady your breathing and relaxed against the bodies that pressed softly against you. You briefly nodded your head and Peter pushed himself into you knowing you could at least handle him like you have hundreds of times before.
This was of course very familiar to you. You and Peter had sex many, many times and you love the familiar feeling. His cock stretching you out just right, the pressure already building with how big he was. But when it was Steve’s turn, your body instinctively tensed.
“Relax, princess. I gotcha, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve nibbled on your ear.
“I know,” you bit your lip.
Peter pressed his forehead against yours and whispered softly so only you and Steve could hear his voice.
“You can always tap out and we’ll edit the video, ok? Your comfort and pleasure is most important to us.”
“Yes, I’d hate myself if I were to hurt you,” Steve whispered too.
“Ok, I’m ok.”
Steve undid your bra that you still wore and Peter tossed to the side. Steve kissed between your shoulder blades cupping your breasts from behind; he played with your nipples, pinching and twisting your perked buds. He gathered the slick that oozed from you and his own precum circling your puckered hole. He slowly pushed in making you gasp and hiss sharply. Peter kissed you softly and as Steve slowly bottomed out.
The two boys stayed still as you adjusted to the extremely new feeling. Your stomach fluttered from nerves but also arousal. You eventually couldn't take the stillness and whimpered, begging for someone to move.
Steve and Peter moved in rhythm with one another and you moaned loudly feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Your bit your lip harshly; probably enough to draw blood. You were beginning to feel tired at this point but the pleasure building in your stomach felt like none other.
“Feel so fucking good, princess. So tight,” Steve mumbled.
“Feels so good, daddy,” you moaned.
“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock fucking that tight hole?” Peter mocked.
“Yes! Ugh!” you cried out.
“How she feel, Steve?” Peter asked.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out. Steve leaned over your shoulder to press his lips briefly to Peter and you watched closely with pure adoration for the boys. That quickly subsided when Steve and Peter shifted your hips slightly hitting new angles making you moan loudly again.
You moved like a ragdoll becoming exhausted, whimpering and whining. Steve groaned loudly biting your shoulder and Peter crashed his lips against yours. Everything became sloppy and messy. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. The pleasure was too distracting; all three of you forgot about the camera.
“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you squeaked.
“Let go, baby girl. Cum all over Pete’s cock,” Steve practically growled in your ear.
Tears brimmed your eyes and you suddenly became hyper aware of everything at once. The feeling of fours hands rubbing everywhere all over your body just right. Both cocks stretch you perfectly drastically and you feel like you were being split in half. The delicious feeling of both their lips trailing your hot skin. It was all enough to push you, no throw you off the edge.
Your orgasm ripped through you and you shook between their bodies. The boys grunted and with closed eyes rutted their hips in you one last time simultaneously, coating your walls in their hot white cum.
You looked lazily into the camera before smiling tiredly and relaxing completely in the boys’ arms. They breathed against your skin heavily, desperately catching their breaths. You brushed your fingers through Peter’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Your other hand traced small shapes into Steve’s hips behind you, bringing goosebumps to his skin.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, Peter removed himself slowly from you and turned the camera off swiftly.
“I think that was a great shot,” he said, tiredly making you and Steve chuckle.
“Take care of our princess; I’m gonna get some things to clean up. And you, just rest. You did so amazing,” Peter kissed you before disappearing into the bathroom.
Steve’s hands ran over your skin softly before carefully lifting your tired body off of him. He moved extremely slowly, extra careful pulling himself out to not hurt you although you hissed from the soreness that was already apparent in your body.
He flipped you delicately so you rested on your back and he pressed soft kisses all over you making you giggle and squirm a bit under him. Peter came out and picked you up bridal style to carry to you to the bathroom where he ran a bath for you; something he always did after a recording. Steve was preparing to leave with a waddle in his step when Peter stopped him.
“Don’t leave before she gets out. Here, help me with the bed and putting things away.”
They quickly put their boxers on and Peter put the camera away, setting it on the desk for later. He ran to the closet as Steve removed the sheets placing them in the laundry basket by the closet. He helped Peter change the sheets to a light color that was a complete contrast to what was there before. It was definitely more fitting for you and Peter though.
You bathed yourself basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever experienced. If you were being honest with yourself, you really hoped that Peter and Steve would be up to the idea of doing this again, even without a camera or for anyone. You’ve always thought of Steve as a very attractive and amazing person; someone that you and Peter often gushed over together.
You couldn’t bother to think about it anymore as the tiredness was becoming too much; unable to think much about anything but a comfy warm bed. You struggled to get yourself out from the tub wary that Peter would scold for doing so but whatever. You wrapped yourself in a warm robe that Peter left for you and walked slowly to the doorway watching Peter and Steve practically giggling like teenagers as they changed the sheets.
“I thought I told you you were supposed to wait for me to help you. What if you got hurt getting out? You could’ve slipped.”
“I’m sorry,” you pouted, walking over to Peter who just couldn’t be mad at you.
“You ready to sleep baby?” he asked you, and you nodded.
You undid your robe opting to stay nude tonight. You noticed Steve wasn’t joining you in bed and seemed like he felt out of place.
“You want to stay here tonight?”
“I don’t want disturb-”
“You’re not,” you interrupted, making grabby hands at him. He smiled softly before climbing in bed with you and you snuggled between both of your boys.
“Thank you, Stevie,” you pressed your lips to his before finally shutting your tired eyes.
Steve and Peter held you closely between them tracing patterns onto your silky skin. Steve kept his eyes trained to the ceiling and he could tell that Peter wasn’t asleep yet.
“So, when’s the video gonna come out?” he asked quietly.
“Well, usually we take the night to recover but after just now we might need a couple days,” Peter chuckled as did Steve.
“But then, we’ll edit the pictures all week and the video or videos. And after a couple weeks of promotion and letting people know about the upcoming release, we publish and let the money rack up. If you want we can give you fifty of the profit we make from this. It really means a lot that you did this for us,” Peter turned to look at Steve.
“It’s nothing. Was something I wanted to try being in this new century and all; you guys gave me the perfect opportunity and wouldn’t have trusted anyone else,” Steve said sincerely.
“You know, we wouldn’t say no if you wanted to keep doing this. Without the camera, you know?” Peter said shyly.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your guys’ relationship. Besides, I’m an old man. You guys don’t want that,” Steve chuckled.
“Nothing about what we just did says old man; you’re far from that. And like you said it's the new century, but if it’s not something you want we respect that.”
“And if it is?”
“Well, then we can talk tomorrow morning; I’m more than sure this one isn’t gonna mind not one bit. She never stops talking about you, granted neither do I but-”
“You two talk about me?” Steve smirked.
“Uh- maybe once or twice,” Peter stuttered, suddenly feeling shy.
“What do you two talk about?” Steve teased.
“Fuck off, man,” Peter defended making him chuckle.
“Goodnight, Peter,” Steve said, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with Peter’s.
“Goodnight, Steve.”
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BTS Kink Series: Digital
Kim Seokjin
“Could you just pick one already?” You groaned from your place between Jin’s legs. The two of you were sat on the bed with you in between Jin’s open legs and your back pressed to his chest as you leaned against him.
“Y/N, picking the right video takes time,” Jin murmured back as he scrolled through Pornhub on his phone with one hand, the other rubbing light circles onto the skin on your hip.
“Jin, it really doesn’t matter that much. Besides if it does what we want it to, we won’t even finish the video,” you cooed, using your fingernail to trace shapes onto his thigh.
“Fine,” he muttered as he finally clicked on a video and held his phone up so that the both of you could see it. The video started off pretty tamely, with the man and woman kissing and feeling each other up. Pretty soon though, the man had the woman on her back as he ate her out. Your breath hitched as you watched her arch her back and pull hard at the man’s hair.
“Doesn’t she look so pretty Y/N-ah?” Jin purred into your ear and you immediately nodded your head. Jin chuckled and moved his free hand so that it was on your thigh, stroking it softly. The man in the video stopped eating her out and immediately pushed his length inside of her, wasting no time in giving her what she had been begging for ever since he was eating her out.
“Fuck, you can just look and tell how tight her pussy is,” Jin pointed out as his free hand moved inwards and toyed with the lining of your panties that you still had on. “I bet you wish you were getting fucked like that too huh?”
“Please Jin,” you pleaded and Jin wordless pulled the crotch of your panties to the side, pushing his middle finger inside of you.
“Damn Y/N, you’re soaked,” Jin whispered in awe. He handed you the phone in his other hand before bringing that one down as well and using it to hold your thighs apart. “Keep your eyes on that screen or I’ll stop, got it?” He said sternly and you quickly nodded.
Min Yoongi
You stood in front of the floor length mirror that sat on one of the walls in your and Yoongi’s bedroom, going to your camera app and snapping a few photos of your outfit. You had gone to the mall today and picked up a few...interesting things and you wanted to show them off to Yoongi. Smirking to yourself, you then went to his text thread and proceeded to send him the three photos that you had taken. You didn’t even get the opportunity to lock your phone before it buzzed in your hand from his reply.
Yoongi: Are you trying to be funny right now? You know I can’t come home early today...
You: What are you talking about?
You: I just bought some stuff at the mall and I wanted to show you, that’s all
Yoongi: You’re not slick baby girl
Yoongi: But since you wanted to show me so badly, why don’t you send me some more?
You smiled and went back to the camera, holding your phone up as you turned around so that your back was facing the mirror. You pulled your panties up so that more of your ass was exposed and you snapped two quick pictures. You then sent them off to Yoongi and waited patiently for his response.
Yoongi: Holy fuck baby girl, you’re so good for me
Yoongi: You may want to take a nap now because when I get home, I’m fucking you so hard that you’ll feel it for days
You: Looking forward to it Daddy
Kim Namjoon
You groaned loudly, feeling frustrated that the orgasm you had been chasing for the past 20 minutes just kept slipping away. Every since you and Namjoon had started dating, any efforts to get yourself off without him only proved futile.
An idea popped into your head as you thought of your boyfriend and you reached your to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and clicking on the camera. You switched to video mode and clicked record, angling the phone so that it could catch the sight of you rubbing your clit a few times. You stopped recording and went to your text messages, clicking on the thread you had with Namjoon and you sent the video to him. Sure enough, only a few minutes had passed before Namjoon was calling you.
“Hello?” You answered.
“Seems like someone’s having a little trouble huh?” Namjoon murmured huskily and you felt your walls clench.
“Yeah,” you pouted. “You know it’s hard for me to get off without you.”
“Well, I have a few minutes alone. Want some help baby?”
“Please,” you smiled, already sliding your free hand that wasn’t holding your phone down and settling your fingers on your clit.
“Good girl,” Namjoon whispered. “I want you to put your pointer and middle finger inside of your tight little pussy, ok?”
“Fuck,” you moaned as you followed his instructions.
“Now, I want you to fuck yourself the same way that you know I would,” he said. “Nice and deep, and no stopping until you come for me.” You began to thrust your fingers in and out of yourself, the familiar feeling of the orgasm that had been teasing you appearing again almost instantly. “Don’t stop baby, come all over your fingers for me.” Hearing Namjoon’s voice pushed you over the edge and you came, your body shuddering as the pleasure coursed throughout you.
“All good?” Namjoon chuckled and you blushed.
“All good. Thank you Joon.”
“No problem baby.”
Jung Hoseok
“Oh, and to what do I owe this pleasure?” You teased as you answered Hobi’s facetime call, only to be greeted with the sight of his shirtless chest.
“Clam down, I just got out of the shower,” Hobi laughed as he moved the camera so that his face was in frame.
“Hey, I don’t have any problem with it,” you shrugged. “I actually miss it. It’s been a long three weeks that you and the boys have been gone.”
“I know baby and I miss you too but we’ll be home in a week.”
“What if I don’t wanna wait that long?” You wondered and Hobi raised an eyebrow at you.
“What, you want me to make you come right now?” Hobi smirked.
“Hobi,” you whined. “I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”
“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully as he stared at you through the camera. “I guess I wouldn’t be either.” You couldn’t help both the smile and the blush that crept onto your face and Hobi chuckled at seeing your reaction. “Why don’t you start my showing me those perfect breasts of yours, hm?”
Park Jimin
Jiminie: I’m in this meeting and I’m bored as hell. Distract me?
You looked down at your phone and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you read the text message from Jimin.
You: I’m at work and you are too, pay attention!
Jiminie: I could think of much better uses of my time than sitting in these boring meetings lol
You: Like what?
Jiminie: Like bending you over my lap and spanking you. After that, I’d probably fuck your face, the way that you like me to, before fucking you nice and hard.
You let out a soft rush of air as you read over that last text at least five times. You felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing and you rolled your eyes at how he was able to turn you on without even being around you. You jumped lightly in surprise as your phone vibrated again.
Jiminie: Oh, my little slut likes that huh?
You: Yes....
Jiminie: Yes what?
You:...Yes Sir
Jiminie: That’s my good little slut
Kim Taehyung
You bit your lip nervously as you watched the Skype call connect, your laptop sitting on the bed in between your legs.
“Y/N-ah?” You heard Taehyung’s voice as the video connected and then you saw his boxy smile appear on your screen.
“Hi Tae,” you smiled shyly as you pulled the robe that you had on further around your body.
“Hi baby girl,” he said and you could see his eyes looking you up and down. “Are you nervous?”
“Kind of,” you admitted and Tae smiled.
“We don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I want to,” you interjected. “Just, scared I guess.”
“There’s no need to be scared jagi,” Tae replied. “This is no different than anything else that we’ve ever done together. The only difference is that I’m not there with you.”
“Ok,” you nodded as you took a deep breath in and out. “I’m ready.”
“Why don’t you start by showing me what you have underneath that robe?” Tae suggested and you nodded again, unraveling the knot that held the robe on your body before slowly peeling it off. “Wow.”
“Do you like it?” You asked as you looked down at the forest green colored lingerie that covered your body.
“I love it baby,” Tae nodded, making you smile. “Is that new?”
“Yeah, bought it for tonight,” you confirmed.
“You look beautiful. Now, why don’t you work on taking it off for me?”
Jeon Jungkook
“Here,” Jungkook said as he handed you his camera and you accepted it with eager hands. “Hey, be careful with it because if you drop my camera, I’m gonna drop you.”
“You know, for us to be making a sex tape, you’re not doing a very good job of getting me in the mood,” you teased, watching him as he laid down on his stomach in between your legs. You checked and made sure that the camera was recording before pointing the viewfinder at the apex of your thighs, where Jungkook was leaving light kisses on your thighs.
‘I’m just telling you because if you break my camera, there will be no mood to get into because you’ll be dead,” he laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Can you just eat me out? Or are you camera shy baby?” You taunted and he looked up at you with a hard glare. Wordlessly, he dived straight into your folds, using his tongue to trace your outer lips and the outline of your clit.
“Holy shit Kook,” you murmured as you watched him through the camera lens. He moaned into you, the vibrations sending a pleasurable jolt throughout your lower half and you almost dropped the camera on your stomach.
“Oh, oh please,” you moaned and Jungkook removed his mouth from you, moving one his hands from your thigh and pressing two fingers into you.
“Getting a little shaky Y/N-ah?” Jungkook joked but you were too focused on his fingers fucking you to reply to his slick comment. “You’re gonna make this unwatchable for later if you can’t hold the camera steady.”
“Fuck it,” you grumbled as you set the camera on the nightstand that was next to the bed. “Just fuck me, please.”
“My pleasure baby,” Jungkook smirked before leaning up and kissing you roughly.
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𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺 ♥︎ jeongguk (ft jimin)
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jeon jeongguk / reader (ft jimin)
genre: pornstar au, smut
rating: explicit
words: 7391
This position is particularly ambiguous; your face is almost gone, only slightly in frame, with the lens zoomed further in to your ass and Jeongguk’s thighs, his ass there but moving as he leans for the lube across the bed. If he wanted, Jimin could pretend the figure beneath Jeongguk was a boy- could be him, if he wanted. He does not want.
a/n: literally nobody asked for this. yes, the namjoon sequel is coming soon, so don’t worry about that :-) it’s time for baby boy jimin to have some fun <3 also this exposes my desire to eat koos ass. its pretty i just wanna nom nom :3
warnings: graphic sexual content, porn themes, fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, rim jobs, sex toys, dirty talk, bisexual jimin, ass eating, really slight blasphemy, overstimulation, anal virginity, daddy kink, mommy kink, koo and y/n are freaky okay, probably an unrealistic interpretation of pornhub livestreams, whore-shaming (?), cock slut shaming (?)
Jimin was bored. With most of the fraternity out for a party that Jimin was sadly not invited to (not that he exactly cares for parties held by Jackson, because let’s be honest, he doesn’t really like the guy), Jimin sat at home on his bed with the telly flicking with a show he cared little about, the pictures talking silently.
“Please tell me you’re going to be home,” Jimin had begged, clinging uselessly to the oversized sleeve of Kim Namjoon, who reluctantly pulled away from his fisted hands and grabbed his coat from behind the door. Sorry, little man, I’ve gotta get out of the house more. “But I’m going to be all alone. I’m the only one who wasn’t invited to that shitty party.” I’ll come home early for you, if you’d like. “I would not like. Just go, get out of my face.”
Namjoon didn’t know what else to say other than sorry, patronisingly running his fingers through Jimin’s hair. Unlike Namjoon, who had already spent two god-awful years at University, Jimin was a newbie, a first year, dipping his toes into waters to figure out which one he liked best. Namjoon shrugged his coat on halfway, tossing Jimin the phone charger he asked for moments prior. Try to entertain yourself, he had said. Watch porn. Hey, I just recently found a new porn duo to watch!
That’s how Jimin found out about koopid, the porn couple that his Big, Namjoon, had been locked in his room jerking off to. With rooms joined by one thin wall, Jimin was unsurprisingly familiar with the channel, never invested enough in doing his own research, mildly sexually frustrated by Namjoon’s rutting mixed with the unnecessarily loud volume of his laptop. If he can help it, Jimin doesn’t usually watch straight porn. He never denies it, but he’s an experimenting bisexual- pretty sure he likes both, and his history of girlfriends and boyfriends throughout high school prove it, but he’s not quite sure where he stands yet, or where he’s comfortable standing. He sits in his bedroom, alone in the fraternity miles away from Jackson’s venue, his laptop blinking on Google waiting for a command to be punched in.
On telly, a re-run episode of Friends comes to an end and Jimin watches with mild boredom as it switches to an advert, advertising a new bleach that is guaranteed to remove 98% of bacteria from inside your toilet. He turns off the telly, sighing and looking over at his laptop, the Google tormenting him with a grin: I know you want to. I know you’re tempted.
Jimin sighs to himself, dragging the laptop over to his thighs and almost guiltily typing the phrase koopid into the search engine. He’s half expecting nothing to really show up, because Namjoon has creative porn taste and they’re probably not that popular. However he is embarrassingly wrong; the search floods with links to lewd videos, the official koopid channel being the top search. On Google Images, he quickly presses and sees the slightly grainy faces of the couple, a picture from Instagram that he sees as quite romantic. The boy holds the girl with his chin pressed into her neck, a smile on his face and the camera not exactly centred. Jimin’s instinct is to coo, and saw “aww”. He’s not expecting much from koopid when he clicks on their channel. It’s just another straight couple having sex, it’s nothing he hasn’t already seen.
His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the fifteen videos, spotting the red button indicating that the channel is currently live. He’s tempted to click in, sit back, see what they have to offer. The livestream title reads “10k thumbs up and i’ll let y/n eat my ass”.
It’s so very tempting, but Jimin pauses with his cursor hovering over a video titled, “first time doing anal with y/n”. The thumbnail is an inviting image of quite possibly one of the nicest dicks Jimin has ever seen in straight porn, the tip red and exaggerated and in preview, the thumbnail moves for a few seconds, showing a small asshole stretch to accommodate the dick, the whole length disappearing. He’s conflicted, half off the bed with intentions to run and get his box. The box, with dildos of every shape and size. When the thumbnail clip loops, Jimin misses it, already on his feet and crouching to get the box from underneath his dresser.
When he gets back to his bed, Jimin notices that his hands are trembling. In the drawer next to his bed is his lube, a strawberry flavour that he’s never indulged with before. Today he will, and he grabs that alongside a dildo that looks uncanny in resemblance to koopid, save the colour being a solid bright purple. He shakily moves it beneath him as he slips out of his jeans, pressing and tightening with discomfort as he looks back at the screen. He wants to feel guilty about this, but there’s nothing to feel guilty about. And, nobody’s home to hear him or see him, and for good measure, his bedroom door is locked.
Once he clicks on the video, there is no turning back. His body trembles as the video begins to play and he’s greeted with the view of a girl on all fours, her head tossed over her shoulder to stare at the camera. She’s pretty, really pretty, already naked for the audience. Jimin stares wordlessly, because what is he supposed to say? On each asscheek, Jimin notices that the boyfriend is particularly ruthless, faded palms still lingering upon the skin that strangely resembles silk, or marble, or soap. He quietly hears the boyfriend mutter a polite introduction, introducing the pair of you to new watchers like Jimin. He hears a Jeongguk and a Y/N, and it’s evident who is who.
Jeongguk shuffles into frame, pressing his hands to each cheek and palming softly. You respond by letting your head fall slightly, rolling the kinks out as Jeongguk sinks deeper on to the bed, until his face is in view. Jeongguk’s smart, and he knows what people like. They like seeing him, all of him and his face and yours, in various positions and conditions. Unlike the porn videos Jimin sees of overly acted situations, where the girl gets caught out after curfew and is punished over a desk, hands bound with the leather of the guy’s belt, Jimin is slightly taken aback at how fast Jeongguk jumps into things- his own cock is out, bulging and huge as expected, and he doesn’t let the audience know what he’s doing. Everybody knows; they can read the title, they can hover the mouse over the timeline and see the frames.
The hand rested upon your right asscheek begins to move in circles, stroking it affectionately as the other hand belonging to Jeongguk slides down the length of your leg. You shudder when his fingers feather across your thigh, twisting inwards to cloyingly play in the warmth. Jeongguk pulls your legs further apart, your cheeks slightly widening with the view of your hole being all Jimin can currently focus on. To the side, Jeongguk grins and chuckles quietly, hot air breathing out of his nose. He likes what he sees, because he’s never been up close and personal with it before. Anal was the promised land that he had not been granted entry to, until today, or rather this morning, when he had rolled over in bed and slipped an arm around your waist, kissing your hair and said, “hey, good morning, wanna do anal later on camera?”
Jimin watches in an expressive silence, timidly stroking his dick as Jeongguk claps his hand against your ass, the sound loud and sharp. A loud moan leaves your lips and Jeongguk pulls apart your cunt from behind, the lips barely visible from the angle but still there, definitely. He idly curls a finger around the wetness, lubricating his fingers. From where he is kneeling, he side-glances at the camera and smirks, holding the inside of your thigh with his left hand and curling his right up, all the way until his one soaked finger tauntingly circles your hole, as if daring to enter, and then slips inside.
The feeling is new, foreign, and you hadn’t anticipated the tight feeling of his finger curling inwards, exploring. Jeongguk lets out a noise of interest at how you shudder, writhing gently and without really noticing, pushing back onto his finger until it entered all the way to the knuckle. Jimin thumbs the head of his dick, silent; Jeongguk marvels at the way you fuck yourself onto one finger, his mouth in an open smile that left his mouth dry. He swallows thickly, impressed.
“Wow, baby girl,” he comments, finally, and Jimin can now hear his voice, “look at how you’re fucking yourself onto my finger. You’re a needy girl tonight, aren’t you?”
You whimper in reply, maybe even say something that Jimin can’t hear.
“Let’s add another one,” Jeongguk suggests sweetly. “You take one like a champion, let’s see if you’re wide enough for two.”
He adds a second, his middle, twisting both fingers in right up to the knuckle. From where the camera stands on a tripod, it gives way to a gorgeous view of your hole, clenching tightly around the digits. Jeongguk laughs warmly, satisfied with the results. It’s close enough for Jimin to hear sounds, the slick and almost sticky sounds of wetness from Jeongguk’s fingers, coated in the thick layer of arousal and lube he had tossed somewhere, an extra coat for ease for the camera. Every so often, Jimin would spot Jeongguk looking at the camera, at the viewfinder to see if you were still in shot. You carried yourself on your arms, your ass and hips raised upwards with your back in what looked like an uncomfortable slope, a position Jimin sympathised being in once or twice.
“Mm, perfect,” Jeongguk says slowly, dragging it out like he did his fingers. They are almost free, until he pushes them back in, practically glowing with pride when you groan out, pushing back onto his knuckles. His fingers sink deeper inside of you, tickling inner walls and finally scissoring, stretching you open in anticipation for a third finger Jeongguk had waiting. You’re tight, tighter than Jeongguk had ever seen you since the first time you had sex together two years ago, that virgin hole Jeongguk had the honour of ripping apart. “You look so perfect, baby. Can you manage a third?”
You nod with effort, “Yes, Daddy.”
“You don’t have to call me Daddy tonight,” Jeongguk offers. He wants this one to be personal, in respect of firsts being mutually taken. You whimper in reply, not in the mood to reply with words. Jeongguk continues a pace with his fingers before adding in a third, letting out a hiss of air at the tightness closing in around his fingers.
“Shit, you’re so tight.” Jeongguk groans to himself between his teeth, ramming his fingers in and out to get a feel for every single space inside of you, “Nobody’s ever fucked your ass like this, have they, baby?”
“No,” you breathe out, trying to look back at him over your shoulder. “Just you, Guk.”
He makes a noise of content, pressing a kiss to your ass and then slapping it with his free hand. You jolt, sinking up and down off his fingers. “That’s right. Only I get to fuck you like this. Fuck- you’re so tight, imagine what it’s gonna feel like with my cock in there.”
“Puh-please, Guk,” you rasp, slumping slightly against this sheets. This time, they’re pale pink, like the colour of unripe strawberries, the stinging colour of your asshole once Jeongguk pulls his fingers out. “Please fuck me already. Please.”
Jeongguk, like always, pretends to think about it. He addresses the audience, finally, by looking back at the camera with furrowed brows, as if genuinely conflicted on if to give in and fuck you. Jimin’s hand is still moving around his dick slowly, his own ass rising off the comforter.
“Alright,” he replies, almost indifferently. He even throws in the shrug of his shoulders, his body oozing with charisma that makes Jimin bite down on his lips to contain a whimper. The intimidation always scares people into desire. “Toss the lube, and move so everyone can see your ass.”
Jimin wriggles uncomfortably, not being able to relieve anything by simply touching himself. Instead, he gapes at the screen, thankful the webcam is covered so his assigned FBI agent can’t laugh at him for being so obviously sexually frustrated, rutting into his own hand as you shuffle across the bed on all fours, still slightly tight around the air as you drop with a slight huff, assigned to the side. This position is particularly ambiguous; your face is almost gone, only slightly in frame, with the lens zoomed further in to your ass and Jeongguk’s thighs, his ass there but moving as he leans for the lube across the bed. If he wanted, Jimin could pretend the figure beneath Jeongguk was a boy- could be him, if he wanted.
He does not want. But, he still imagines, even with you there and patiently waiting for Jeongguk to hurry rubbing the lube across his dick, up and down. Jimin can’t help but gape at the size in Jeongguk’s hand, which is already large and veiny, but he concludes that the bigger hand makes Jeongguk’s cock look bigger, scarier, more erect. It’s so big that when Jeongguk lets go, it stands to a salute up to his stomach, the tip nearing his belly button. Jimin groans, reaching behind him for his own lube and the dildo that he almost forgot about.
It’s as if Jeongguk is giving Jimin time to prepare; instead of being ruthless and shoving his dick inside the tightness, Jeongguk pulls apart your cheeks with fingers and licks around your hole, collecting up the juice he left there from his fingers, a mixture between the cherry and the sweet taste of your pussy, the juices clinging to be tasted. He groans into you, taking kitten licks around the rim and taking extreme pleasure in the way you moan against him, your ass square in Jeongguk’s face.
Jimin hurriedly coats the dildo in lube, almost excessively, licking up the remains off his smaller fingers. He stares at Jeongguk’s hands in longing and his teeth gnaw on his lips as you moan relentlessly, tight and girly breaths of pleasure that Jimin never thought he’d like hearing. Jeongguk’s own cock twitches against his stomach, the length staring at Jimin and being the only thing Jimin can keep his eyes on.
He fiddles with the dildo, feeling his face warm with a crimson heat. On the other side, Jeongguk pulls away from your ass and kisses your right cheek again, muttering something in a low voice that the camera barely picks up. I love you, he says, between quiet pursed lips. Jimin wants to cry.
Jeongguk moves your hips, deciding on where he’s going to have you. Eventually he decides to have you at an angle where the camera captures your hole perfectly, clenching around nothing, surely with enough frame space to capture his cock moving in and out. It can’t be that different from doggy, from one of your first videos on the channel where he took you from behind with a fistful of hair. You were blonde back then. Jeongguk and Jimin both prefer the dark colour you have presently, and the way it makes your face look brighter, adding an element of sensuality that Jimin wasn’t sure was possible for a head of hair.
“You took my fingers so well, baby,” Jeongguk tells you, prodding your ass with his hands as if preparing himself for the penetration, “but let’s see how well you take my cock.”
As always, Jeongguk wastes no time. It was like he suddenly feared that the lube around his cock would dry, for he prods your entrance with the tip, hissing softly as he pushes it in. He begins slow, as if stomping his foot on ice to see if it would hold, and then, once the tip is in, Jeongguk grunts and rolls his shoulders, the bottom of his back clenching with muscles on display until he finally sank his whole length inside you. He groans, his hands gripping your waist line with vigour and he slowly began to move his hips, moving in slow waves in and out. His movements were experimental yet professional, still candid enough for Jimin to almost believe this tape was amateur. Grabbing the dildo situated under his hips with one hand, Jimin, without looking away from the screen, aligns it with his ass and slowly sinks down on it, his head immediately rocking back at the feeling.
Jeongguk becomes more familiar with the feeling and the movements, understanding that an asshole really was no different to a pussy, except the feeling inside and the placement. To him, and to porn, it was just another hole to shove his cock into. He moves quicker, finding the strength inside of him to clench your hip-bones and pull them down onto his cock, the rhythm so consistent that after a few short seconds, the clapping arises.
Jimin watches from his bed, his reflection slightly visible in the screen, the pathetic view of him bouncing up and down on the horrendous purple dildo. He stares long and hard at Jeongguk’s fat cock, his mouth practically watering at the way it fits perfectly in your hole, each thrust coming out with a wet and slick look, the vein bulging. Jimin wants to finger his mouth, like a whore, but he resists, instead shyly reaching down and grabbing his cock as Jeongguk maintains a pace.
“You’re taking my cock so well, princess,” Jeongguk grunts. Usually, he can keep his composure, keeping up the act of the boyfriend who likes to fill the boots as the boss. Tonight, however, he’s sloppy, slacking on duty. He’s a boss neglecting his reputation and duties, his head filled with sawdust as he focuses on your ass, and the tightness of it around his dick. For a while, it feels almost hard to move, the need to stand still and let it become familiar overwhelming but at the same time dangerous. He wouldn’t want to upset the ratings. Literally, he can’t afford it.
The stretch burns, your eyes rolling back with powerful pleasure and your body feeling as though it was a clump of jelly, wobbling and sliding around on a plate, each tip sending you closer to the edge. You moan with almost every thrust, the way everybody likes it, and from underneath your armpit, you spot Jeongguk’s thighs, the occasional glimpse of his balls slapping against the backside of your pussy.
“Yeah? Tell m-me,” you gasp out, crooning to him. “Tell me how good I feel around your big dick.”
Jimin hadn’t been expecting a sudden role reversal, and by the sounds of it, neither had Jeongguk. Without having any prior experience fucking with koopid, Jimin reckons this may be the first time on record that Jeongguk has been dominantly submissive. What he lacks in vocals he clearly makes up for with physical ability, your words sending him into a rutting fit of fast pace, his dick hitting sensitive spots inside of you. Jimin whimpers to nobody, to Jeongguk, to you, as the dildo brushes his prostate, rubbing against his insides. It’s big, and Jimin closes his eyes to pretend it’s Jeongguk.
He’s so caught up in the fantasy that he can physically imagine the feeling of Jeongguk’s large thighs on either side of his body, his hands that are big and veined holding his tiny body like he was a prized China doll. He wants it so bad, he pictures it perfectly. The thought sends a ripple of tingles throughout his body, a rush of erotica to his cock and it throbs, it hurts and it twitches, erect, touching his stomach. Jimin fingers around his slit, other fingers lost in the short wisps of hair, meanwhile the other hand holds the dildo in place so it doesn’t slip out.
“Mm, baby, you feel so good around me, you’re so good,” Jeongguk praises, his voice unusually breathy and lost, as if he’s struggling. Perhaps he is; it makes Jimin cry out with pleasure as the dildo hits the spot, Jeongguk’s dick inside of him hitting his good spots, making little Jimin horny. “Shit. Your tight little hole is making Daddy feel so good.”
So he’s bringing Daddy back, Jimin thinks. He feels guilty suddenly at the lack of attention he’s giving you, and you’re delivering a spectacular performance, the moans high enough to sound like his own, when he likes them to be. He focuses on that, pretends everything about you is him. For a moment, Jimin eyes the shape of your tits hanging underneath you. He makes a promise to himself that next time, he’ll watch one where you’re the star. You’re too gorgeous for him to ignore you, to shrug you off as if you don’t matter. Without your ass, he wouldn’t be feeling this good.
“Yeah?” you pry. “Do you like fucking my ass?”
“Mm, I love it,” Jeongguk agrees. He lets one hand go off your hips and snakes it underneath, where no doubt, he’s playing with your cunt, threading his fingers through the wetness as if it’s the same casualness as flicking through the newspaper. You barely bat an eyelid, grinding further onto him. “I love the way you make me feel. Always so good for Daddy. Hm? Huh, look at you.” He thrusts sharply up, and you cry out with surprise. “Look at how your ass takes my cock. You’re such a little cockslut, so desperate for my dick.”
“Yuh-yes. You’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” Jeongguk replies cockily, regaining his own slipping dignity. Jimin doesn’t care if he plays the role of dominant Daddy, or submissive slut. He just cares about the fake cock up his ass and the computer screen.
Underneath Jeongguk, you whimper out a moan, that leaves pitifully like a whisper, practically unheard. You want to scream, tell everybody and the neighbours about how good it feels, how full you feel with Jeongguk’s dick inside your ass, going so far inside that the air is knocked out of you. Rendering you speechless, almost. In fact, you’re so cock drunk that you have nothing of use to say, nothing erotic to mutter to your boyfriend as he relentlessly pounds into you, feeling his own energy bite back. He slaps your cunt once when he notices you’re being quiet, silent, and that’s not good for ratings. Or for him- Jeongguk likes to hear you, he likes to hear whatever nonsense is coming out of your mouth as he fucks your brains out, to the point where you can’t even make sounds, let alone sentences.
Jeongguk knows your body as well as he knows his own, spotting the signs of an approaching orgasm. He had every intention to deny it, finding a tremor of satisfaction at the thought of seeing you crying, begging violently to cum, please, Jeongguk let me cum. He can hear it if he focuses. But it’s the first time he’s ever been a big boy and put his dick somewhere else besides your cunt and your mouth. It’s special. He wants it to be.
He moves, his dick moving with him inside of you, brushing against sensitive spots that are still unexplored, like levels waiting to be unlocked in a video game. As Jeongguk shivers and readjusts, Jimin lets out his first physical sob, not noticing he’s milking his second orgasm of the night. When was the first? He thinks it was when you took control, those dirty words coming out of your mouth. Like an angel taking sins from the Devil, like a nun hiking her dress above her hips to flash her cunt to the Father. Erotic. Sinful.
“Are you close, princess?” Jeongguk asks sweetly, his voice not loud but also not too quiet, a soft volume that the camera picks up well enough.
“C-can’t hold it much longer, baby,” you admit to him, trying to see him over your shoulder. The sex is heavy, holding you down in restraint. “Can I cum again?”
“Again?” Jeongguk laughs, genuinely. Jimin practically spits out a moan. The audience like it when Jeongguk and yourself break out of character. It reminds them of who you are, reminds them that you’re in love. You’re listed in the Verified Couples category, so the audience have got to be looking for the love somewhere. “Ah, greedy girl.”
“I am, I’m so greedy, so selfish,” you splutter. “Daddy makes me feel so good. I wanna cum again, just for you. Juh-just for Daddy.”
Jeongguk makes an elevated noise, as if he’s just been told something he didn’t know, like he’s been secretly given knowledge nobody has, Chinese whispers.
“You’ve been so, so good for me,” Jeongguk says, “so patient. Your ass is fucking perfect, baby. Just wanna fuck it all damn day.”
Gladly, you moan to that. Jimin feels his cock throbbing in his hand, the tip so sensitive that if he were to brush it with his hand, he might cry. It’s red, and abused, but ready for more, he can feel it. His balls are swelling- he wants to be fucked so badly. He wants to feel a dick inside of him, be filled up with cock, have a warmth around his like Jeongguk has. Nothing about koopid makes him feel different sexually other than the fact that Jimin has never been so entertained with straight porn in his entire life. He wants to thank Namjoon, but thinking about Namjoon is too dangerous right now. Jimin might spend too long thinking about him, and that would do him no good. Somewhere along the way, the dildo changed from Jeongguk’s cock to Namjoon’s, but only for a split second, until Jimin forced the thought away.
“Cum inside me?” you ask sweetly, finally finding the strength to pick your head up and glance at Jeongguk over your shoulder. He nods, a smile on his face and you match it, only briefly and the camera doesn’t capture it anyway. You lean back down, gathering every last breath of energy by pushing your ass up higher for Jeongguk. He hums appreciatively, spanking you as thanks.
“Every time I spank you from now on, I want you to thank me,” Jeongguk explains, preparing for the build up to the end, “I want you to say, thank you Daddy. Can you do that for me, angel?”
“Yes,” you reply with a newfound determination, that drips from your voice confidently. Jimin wriggles his hole around the dildo. His ass is so sore, overfucked, but he can’t get off.
Jeongguk stops moving around you, steadying you around his cock and then, without warning you, bringing his hand sharply to your ass. It’s the left cheek, the one with the fading prints and bite marks. It’s going to be the cheek that hurts the most, but Jeongguk likes that it hurts. He counts in his head: one.
“T-thank you Daddy,” you squeal after the first clap. It only comes as a surprise because it was one.
Jimin snakes a hand up his body, fingering around his nipple. “Thank you Daddy,” he whispers.
Two.
“Feels so guh-good, Daddy. Thank you.”
Jimin bounces heavier. “Mm. Daddy- feels-”
Three. You cry out. It hurts now, the sting worse because of the way he’s done this recently, spanked your ass until it was red and sore, until you couldn’t sit down.
“Mhmpf! T-thank...thank you, Daddy.”
Jeongguk makes the hum, his signature hum that collects comments. It sends a wave of excitement through Jimin, the sound clear in his ears. He wishes he had his earphones in, so he could hear it closer, pretend Jeongguk was whispering it in his ear. His shy hand toying with his nipple moves to his throat, and it clenches for a few seconds, the choked out string of Daddy crossed with timid Jeongguk’s leaving his lips like leaves blowing in the wind. Then his hand moves up, and he shoves his fingers into his mouth. He can take a couple, his reflex isn’t bad.
Jimin thinks he passes out for a few seconds, because when he opens his eyes, his vision is blurry and he chokes around his fingers, staring at the screen with wide eyes in time for the grand finale. Jeongguk is muttering something that Jimin can’t make out, but he isn’t sure if it’s because of the weird feeling in his body. It’s like he’s underwater. He’s so overfucked that he feels faint, but he’s not giving up on koopid, not now.
Jeongguk groans loudly (again), and thrusts himself inwards for the final blow, and the way his body stutters violently and his thighs tremble, Jimin suspects he’s finished. It’s confirmed when Jeongguk, after a moment of catching his breath, pulls his dick out of your ass.
The sound is splendid, the squelch matching Jimin’s as he lifts himself up off the dildo, saving his asshole in preparation for tomorrow morning’s soreness. Your asshole clenches around the absence, still not fully aware of Jeongguk pulling out, but he falls down to his knees, using both hands to part your cheeks like he would hair if you were being sick, revealing the way his cum rolls out of you again, out and around your thighs. A trail even creeps down, all the way to where Jeongguk suspects your pussy is, pulsing with pleasure. He knows you’ve come multiple times, he can tell by the way you’re slouched, your hips still rutting as if trying to fuck the air, fuck the ghost he’s convinced stalks the apartment.
Jimin quickly presses the back button.
He doesn’t know what has come over him, but he needs to see you both, doing real things, to confirm that what just happened was real. Jimin heads straight for the live feed, wondering if you’ve already hit that 10k. When the tab loads and the screen fills with the sight of your tits in front of the screen, Jimin ignores and looks at the likes. 9,992. It’s so close.
Jeongguk sits underneath you, his chest against your back and his hands somewhere in front of you, curling to cup your sex as you rub against his palm. It’s like feeding a pony, as you jut your cunt on his hand like it’s your life mission to do so. You’re talking, and it’s the first time Jimin acknowledges the fact that koopid is a channel of real people, a real couple, who do and say human things.
“Ah, only five more likes,” you say, tossing your hair to the side and lifting, revealing Jeongguk’s coy expression over your shoulder. He’s biting against your neck, and Jimin can see his tongue running flat against the skin. He hums, as expected, in acknowledgement, his hand moving against your pussy. He dares slide a finger in, to tease, and you hiss with a grin. The likes are on 9,999. Jimin realises he wants absolutely nothing more than to see Jeongguk getting his ass ate on live camera by his girlfriend.
So he clicks like.
A little heart floats up on the screen, like on an Instagram live. When you notice it rising up like a stray balloon, you grin wildly, laughing as Jeongguk thrusts fingers into your pussy, not looking at the screen, sucking solar systems into your neck. Jimin’s username flashes on a banner at the bottom of the screen: 10,000th like from angelchim.
“Woah. angelchim, thank you so much!” you giggle, grinding your ass onto Jeongguk and finally your boyfriend looks up. He squints briefly at the screen, playing like he can’t read the banner, but he can. He sees the likes increasing as more people come in. Someone must have shared the link, or they’re only gaining likes for the title. He smiles.
“Well, a promise is a promise,” Jeongguk says evenly. He looks up at you, his hands creeping up from your waist to your breasts, so perked and slightly small. He cups them and you rise with a pleasurable sensation that sends him giggling under his breath, so oddly childlike that Jimin does a double take, and then Jeongguk releases you, tapping your skin and shuffling into position.
From somewhere in the fraternity, Jimin hears a door open. He pauses and looks towards the door, momentarily missing Jeongguk get on all fours and spread his legs, revealing a well groomed ass that he would have liked to see. It’s clean and gaping; the audience suspect Jeongguk’s no stranger to things being put up there. He looks like the type, one comment laughs. Jeongguk’s a cockslut too.
Jimin wonders silently who else is home. It might be nobody, and he’s hearing things. There’s an even chance that it’s Taehyung, a second year who keeps to himself mostly and studies art, locking himself away on evenings when there aren’t any major parties, painting. He doesn’t remember if Taehyung’s gone to Jackson’s party with everybody else. For a moment, he’s embarrassed that Taehyung, or whoever is home, has heard him fucking himself, but the thought disappears when he turns back to the screen and sees Jeongguk’s ass in the air, a grin on his face as you take the role of Boss.
“I don’t want to hear you calling me Y/N, or baby, or angel, or anything,” you tell him, the voice of authority thick and it makes Jeongguk laugh. It’s just a game to him, for now. It’s only a game until you’ve shoved a finger in there, or licked at it.
Jimin’s weirdly attracted to both sides of you, and both sides of Jeongguk. He’s too tired to fuck himself again, or even entertain the thought of touching himself. So instead, he sits back and hikes the comforter higher up over his body, his cock still out between his legs, semi-hard and sore, and he watches the stream like it’s a tv show on in the background. He’s nonetheless invested, not being able to pull his eyes away.
“Okay,” Jeongguk nods. He gets it. “What should I call you, then?”
You mock his hum. “You can call me Mommy tonight. Okay?”
Jeongguk nods awkwardly against the bed, strangely excited. You’re smothering your fingers with lube, undecided on which one should go inside. It’s all so exciting, taking control. Jimin writhes, too tired to pretend physically but he lets his thoughts wander- Jeongguk lives the most perfect life, an equal balance of fucking his girlfriend and being fucked by his girlfriend. He’s flexible, and excited when you gently prod a finger at his asshole. Jeongguk fidgets, eager and restless. Any other day, he might be cautious of your nails, slightly sharpened at the end, because he likes the way it feels against his skin when you cling to him, digging deep enough to draw blood when he’s done. He likes the marks the next morning. He likes hurting when he knows he’s hurting you.
Jimin gets to hear Jeongguk moan submissively as you slide a finger in, and then another, because Jeongguk and his asshole are bigger, and he’s a big boy. He can take two right away, even when he squirms.
“Mmf, Mommy,” Jeongguk starts. He breaks off, unable to say anything for a few seconds as you wiggle your fingers around inside of him, clawing him and making him shudder. The comments are going crazy. For some reason, they didn’t think you’d follow through and finger him, but as Jeongguk rightly said, a promise is a promise. “Feels so good.”
“God, look at you,” you laugh humorlessly. “Look at how you’re fucking Mommy’s fingers. She’s only just started.”
He pushes his hips backwards. “Luh-like it when you touch me, Mommy. I like it when you finger me like this.”
“Mm.”
As Jeongguk whimpers, you decide to curl your fingers upwards, touching and feeling around inside. It’s about time he gets a spoonful of his own medicine, a taste for his own torture. He likes it, he groans with a smile, his eyes searching to find you over his shoulders and when he spots your eyes on his, he winks.
“You can add a third, Mommy,” Jeongguk offers, faking a sweet tone that has a few commenters giggling. Jimin smiles, too. He wishes he could cum, he wishes he could fuck his hand, but he’s too tired, too fucked out. “Doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Hm,” you reply, “only since you asked nicely. I’ll add a third, and I’ll get right to business. Is that okay, baby boy? Hm?”
“Yuh-yes, Mommy.”
“Good boy. My good little boy.”
His ass shifts, wiggling almost in a taunt and you shove your three fingers in without a word of warning. Jeongguk groans with discomfort. He’s had dildos, toys, everything and anything up his ass, both before and after he started dating you. For some reason, the sensation of your three fingers up his ass feels different, not wrong but also not good just yet. He gives you a moment to adjust, finding a rhythm and eventually, after his hips move and he finds himself, he begins to feel the coil in his lower stomach tightening.
“Feel good?” you ask, almost shyly. The last thing you would like is to let him down.
He makes a noise of agreement. “Yes, Mommy. Yes, really good.”
“You sure?”
Jeongguk blinks, quietly saying, as if off the record, “Y/N, this feels amazing. It’s okay.”
Jimin feels like he wasn’t supposed to hear. It’s like when you’re in the loo and somebody comes in, spilling secrets to a friend by the sinks, applying lip gloss in the mirror. You’re not in the conversation, not wanted in the secret exchange.
It puts you at ease, enough for Jeongguk to spread his legs further, shuffling back until his foot accidentally hits your thigh. He grunts, as if blindly finding his way around, and you shuffle right between his legs, following his movements from the video Jimin just watched. You pull your fingers out after a few minutes of fucking, and Jeongguk moans with a high tone when you pull away, moving your hands to his ass cheeks. The camera captures Jeongguk’s face in frame; he looks small, tiny, with cheeks that are round and full now that his face is flush on the bed, his waist looking tinier now it’s arched and in the air. The only thing intimidating about Jeongguk now is his thighs, still large and muscular and scary in their own unique way. Jeongguk whimpers furiously, tears choking at the back of his eyes with a burning sting that is ripped away by a sob when you smile at the camera, and lean in within the same second, pressing a little kiss against his hole.
Jeongguk shudders. You move back in, spreading his cheeks further with your hands and guiding his ass back to your face. You start with licking the rim, like licking sugar and lime from around a shot glass. Jeongguk moans, and fingers the quilt covers. With your tongue flat, you lick at his hole, mocking those same kitten licks as he once did, for a few moments anyway until you both grew comfortable, and you continued licking at his hole, prodding and drooling. He tastes natural, as expected, crossed with the coconut body wash that he used in the shower before the livestream, the same body wash you used at the same time, sharing a shower together with your skins flushed and hot and wet, bubbles as bikinis.
You have to admit to yourself, in a private intermission, that you’ve never eaten an ass before. You had a temporary girlfriend when you were fifteen, because you were hormonal and confused and she was the prettiest girl in school. You’d eaten her out, but it was her pussy, and you’re certain that at some point during high-school, there had been another girl. You can’t remember, your eyes closed as your tongue milks the taste of Jeongguk’s ass. He preens, pushing it against your face slightly with his face buried in the covers.
“Muh-mommy,” he cries. “Oh-fuck.”
“Feel good?” you ask him, your mouth muffled against him. He nods with a moan, although it sounds just like a messy noise, a noise you’d find on a porn soundboard. You smile proudly, being selfish yourself. It feels good knowing you’re the first girl to eat Jeon Jeongguk’s ass, and on camera too, for 28,000 people to see. Jimin sits back with his head on the headboard, staring through heavy half lids. He quite likes this view, this role reversal. He quite likes Jeongguk with his ass in the air. He watches for the finish eagerly, soaking every scene up like the last drops of ice-cream dripping down the cone.
“Ngnh, can’t hold it any longer, Mommy,” Jeongguk wails. He fists the sheets, looking at you underneath his arm. He can’t see your face, only your cunt. He doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter. “Please let me cum.”
“You want to cum?” you repeat. “How badly?”
“S-so badly,” he moans, and his eyes clench closed. “Please. I’ve been good. You’ve made me feel so...so good, Mommy. It-it hurts, p-please-”
You hum tiredly, almost as if what he’s mumbling is boring you. You lick one more time, pushing in as he clenches around the tip of your tongue. It makes you want to laugh, and slap his ass, but he’s already done so much. You grant him the permission he begs to cum, and he does- reaching your hand around to cup his tender balls, Jeongguk clumsily spills on the sheets, the thick white substance leaking not only through the baby pink but also splashing up onto his stomach, getting stuck in the thick curves of his abs. Jimin sighs happily at the sight, high on life and the way Jeongguk squirms like a newborn baby bird who has discovered flight, still clumsy and frantic. His body is shaking, trembling like a glitched video game character, his hips stuttering with his orgasm. He groans with it, and then laughs, perhaps at his own realisation of what just happened, and where and to whom.
Jimin types at the keyboard his first comment: you look absolutely beautiful baby boy, and Jeongguk sees, sending a warmth burning in Jimin’s chest. Jeongguk spots the comments amongst other familiar icons and users and he smiles, his eyes disappearing into pleasant crescent moons.
“Ah, thank you, angelchim. It was an honour getting my ass ate in front of you, I hope you enjoyed.”
“Oh, I did,” Jimin replies breathily, and he’s about to type the comment when a knock thuds at his door. Jimin pauses, hyper-aware of the fact somebody is home. They don’t make another sound, just a knock and then a loud sigh that Jimin recognises to be in the voice belonging to Taehyung, as he suspected.
“Jimin, I’m sorry, I know you’re clearly quite busy-” he emphasises quite, and Jimin wants to vanish into the bedsheets, pretend he’s not home, - “but I text Namjoon about where the hell my phone charger is, and apparently you have it, so if you could please bring it out to me, I would very much appreciate it. You can finish...whatever it is you’re doing in there. I’ll, uh. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
And from the stream, Jeongguk laughs. It feels weird, because given the timing, it’s as if Jeongguk’s laughing at Jimin, at how humiliation creeps up his neck and to his cheeks. Everybody watches porn, he thinks. And he’s in a frat, now. He should wear it with honour, just like Namjoon had told him. He looks over at Taehyung’s charger wrapped in a snake cord by his box and he smiles. Tonight has been unsuspecting, but clearly, way better than anything Jackson could have ever given him.
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Anon cuz unpopular opinion in this fandom, but: Michael is not asexual. He's a service top with a praise kink who had the great misfortune of being a demon. Ofc he's not interested in Bad Place sex. Those guys think it's fun to insult each other at every turn and think the highlight of a party is to stab each other at the end of it. And he wouldn't consider starting anything with a human bc of the power inbalance, which is a theme with Schur (and likely the reason for E's promotion) Thoughts?
I think very few people can argue Michael doesn’t have a praise kink, lol.
And, hey man, the great thing about fandom is you do you! I personally feel like Michael likes playing roles, so while I can see him being a service top sometimes (and let’s be real, ALWAYS down to please Eleanor) I can see him filling a lot of different roles- experimenting and trying on different things and not necessarily settling into one thing permanently. (But Service Top is still hot af, so you will hear no complaints from me).
As for the whole thing about Bad Place sex, I do imagine that Michael has basically been exposed to the worst of the worst in terms of sex and probably doesn’t have a good lens for what constitutes a healthy sexual relationship. I personally don’t think he’s ever had sex, but I think it’s bigger, to me at least, than the fact that Bad Place sex life is kind of awful.
I think Michael is sexually attracted to Eleanor. Full stop. I don’t think he’s really experimented outside of that, and I don’t think he really seriously considered giving it a try until she was in his life. In my own headspace, Michael wants Eleanor and wants to be with Eleanor, and it’s bigger than sex, it’s so much more emotionally important to him. He wants to be connected to her in any way he can be, in any way she will have him. She’s like a limb he didn’t know he was missing. And because Michael needs that emotional component for sex, he just was never interested in it before because he wasn’t emotionally invested in anyone like that before.
As for the power imbalance stuff, I adore that. I am weak for tender people, for people who care a lot about not hurting the person they love. Michael, in the afterlife, has a lot more power than Eleanor in terms of like being able to control and alter reality and that’s a huge imbalance, even if it’s hard to feel like she doesn’t have some control given that she beats him at his own game all the time. The ball is still in his court though- even though he wouldn’t, he COULD take her memory at any point, he could do a lot of terrible things. To be honest though, given his character, I like to imagine him not really thinking about it until he messed up and did something that genuinely scared Eleanor, or scared himself when he realized the implications of something.
Man, if the reason Schur promoted Eleanor to Architect was so that Michael could overcome some of his hesitation and admit his feelings then sign me the fuck up. I don’t think the show will go in that direction, and that’s okay, but we can dream right?
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What Was Once Mine -- Part IV
AN: Here it is y’all, Part 4 of WWOM!
"In My Life" as written and originally performed by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
Warnings: fluff, some smut, daddy kink and cock warming
Word Count: 2.2k
Part III --- Masterlist
8 HOURS LATER…
As the newly reunited Styles family slept in their bed with their baby girl between them, Harry was soon awoken by a shrill cry.
“Oh, my sweet little bird, what are you cryin’ fer, huh? Daddy’s here, wha’s the matta’ love? Did yeh have a bad dream? Nightmare’s over baby. Daddy’s home again. We’re all together now m’love.” Harry says, walking with Lennon downstairs to the kitchen. “Are y’hungry little bird? S’tha what the tears ‘er for?” H asks his 2-month old baby girl as he goes to the fridge to retrieve some of his wife’s milk.
After an unsuccessful attempt at trying to feed his daughter, Harry realized that it was just her nappy that needed changing. “Oh, daddy’s sorry, baby. He’s still learning. M’sorry, Len. Let’s have a nice bath first, okay?” Harry coos, cradling his daughter as he goes to the linen closet at the end of the hall to retrieve Lennon’s baby bath. Just as Harry placed his baby girl in the bath, he heard his wife coming down the stairs before wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and watching him bathe their baby.
“Good girl, Len. You’re being so good for daddy, little bird. You’re a natural, love. She usually hates when I put her in the bath. I have to FaceTime with your mum just to calm her down.” The missus smiles leaning forward to stroke her baby’s soft head and resting her own head on his shoulder.
“Really? M’mum knows how to calm her down?” Harry asks curiously while pulling Lennon to his bare chest and out of the bath.
“Yeah,” Y/N says, handing H the pink Care Bear bath towel. “Y’know how she loves the Beatles, she can’t sit still for me without your mum singing to her – especially Blackbird. I think it’s because she spent so much time with us here after Len was born. Isn’t that right, little bird? Maybe we should give Nan a call tonight, yeah?” Y/N smiles, taking her baby girl from her husband and taking her up to her nursery. Once Lennon is changed, nursed and comfortable she begins to nod off in Y/N’s arms.
“Can I have her for a bit, baby? I’d really love t’sing to ‘er.” Harry asks, reaching for his infant daughter.
“’f course you can, love, I’ll be waiting for you in our room.” Y/N replies ask she kisses her baby’s forehead and exits the room.
“Now, baby girl. This song has gotten me through some pretty tough times in my life, especially these last few months without you and your mumma with me every day. I hope it can help you too. It’s your mumma’s favourite song as well.
Across the hall in the master bedroom, the missus can hear her husband singing a song that means so much to their family.
There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
“Good night, my little bird.” Harry whispers after putting the baby down and exiting the nursery. When he re-enters his bedroom he sees his beautiful wife looking at him with tears in her eyes.
“what’s the matter, love? Not still hormonal are yeh?” he chuckles, crawling into bed and kissing her cheek.
“Yeah, I am, I’m just so happy you’re home, H. Back with us as a family, and y’know what that song does to me – especially when you sing it. I just can’t stop thinking about Jeff and what he did. What are we going to do? We need to expose that bastard for what he is.” Y/N says, her voice cracking with both anger and sadness.
“I know, our baby girl was conceived to Rubber Soul, love. S’why we named her Lennon, innit?” H chuckles. “And, y’know what, love? I think we just need to confront him head-on. I’m gonna go into the studio and just show him the video and give him back his filthy money. God, I don’t even want to think about seeing that bastard again after tomorrow. I’m going to ruin him. I’ll plaster his picture and what he did to us all over every magazine in the country. That wanker took everything from me, from us. I won’t allow it.” Harry seethes.
** Next Day at Studio**
“Hey, H. You’re four hours late to the session, dude. What gives?” Jeff says as he stands from the studio sofa looking more annoyed than Harry has ever seen him. Though it takes everything in Harry’s power not to pummel his ugly mug into the ground.
“Yeah, sorry ma’e. Was up late with little bird and Y/N.” Harry replies through gritted teeth, attempting, and nearly failing to keep his annoyance at bay.
“Oh. No worries, ma – wait? Y/N? Why were you with her?”
“Y’know. Funny you should ask tha, ma’e. I actually received some interesting information about the night I ‘cheated’ on her in Toronto that made her see things a little differently, and she decided to give me another chance.” Harry smirks, pushing Jeff’s shoulder in a fake ‘playful’ way yet soon getting angry again.
“Ah, man. You were so much better without her, dude. Look at how much progress you were making on the new album.” Jeff says, doing nothing to hide the disappointment in his tone.
“That’s enough! Cut the shit, yeh fuckin’ asshole. We know what yeh tried to do. Cayla found me. So give it up.” Harry spits walking away from his manager and former friend. Turning back one last time Harry says, “oh, and in case you hadn’t already figured it out, you’re fired.” Before Jeff could react Harry threw in a mean right hook for good measure and tossed an envelope at the man on the ground, “that was for Y/N, she sends her regards. Oh, and there’s your $20,000 and your video. Before you try to destroy the evidence or spin some bullshit story don’t think I haven’t made several copies of that video and put out a story to every publication in the UK and the Americas. Your life is over, dude.”
** Later @ Styles House **
“Oh, God, baby. You have no idea how good that felt to confront him.” Harry says as he sits on the floor of their living room having a tea and some tummy time with his girls.
“I’m glad it all worked out, love. But are you really going to go to the press with what Jeff did? I mean, I just don’t want it to start a ton of drama and rumours about why we’re really back together, not that that really matters. I just don’t want any more cameras and strangers around Lennon than there already are.” Y/N wonders looking up from her baby to her husband sitting next to her.
“Nah, I don’t think so, I think that bastard and Full Stop as a whole will have a ton of shit to sort through after losing me as a client. I mean I am kind of a big deal you know.” He winks at his wife, “And besides, who cares what the fans think. We know the truth, we’re happy, that’s all that matters, right? We’re a family again, love.” Harry beams tickling Lennon’s tummy and basking in the sounds of her glorious giggles filling the house.
“Hey, love? Where’d you disappear to? I finally got Lennie down after singing Yesterday to her like 6 times.” Harry exaggerates as he pulls off his white tee shirt and unbuckles his belt before entering the master suit bathroom where his gorgeous wife was already anticipating his entrance into the shower. He steps into the stream of steaming water behind his wife and kisses her back as she runs the loofah down her breasts.
“Oh, pet. Y’know how I love to do tha for yeh,” Harry groans, spinning Y/N to face him and tossing the loofah toward the back of the shower stall.
“Oh, well excuse me, Mr. Styles. Why don’t you just finish the job for me then?” Y/N smirks leaning in to kiss her husband’s plump raspberry lips.
“Who said anything about finishing, love? We’re just getting started. Haven’t had yeh fer months, I’m insatiable.” Harry grins as he trails slow kisses down his wife’s neck and over her breasts before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Causing his missus to let out a loud pleasure-filled moan. “Yes, H!” Y/N gasps as she brings one hand up to rest in her husband’s hair, while the other hand snakes down the front of her wet torso to make contact with her tingling clit rubbing it desperately to find some sort of relief. Harry’s mouth is quick to leave his wife’s breast with a pop. Y/N opens her eyes, whimpering at the loss of his warm mouth around her.
“Are you touching yourself love? Y’know I don’t like it when you touch yourself without permission, right, pet?” Harry asks, getting onto his knees as he awaits his wife’s answer.
“Yes.” Y/N replies breathlessly. Placing both hands in her husband’s hair this time. Desperately trying to attach his mouth to where she wanted it most.
“Wha was tha, love?” Harry asks, smirking up at his needy wife.
“Yes, daddy.” Y/N answers, gasping as her husband’s mouth makes contact with her clit. Taking his time with her, he licks a teasing stripe up her center before delving into her as if he were feasting on his last meal. Y/N’s gasps and moans soon become uncontrollable and Harry can tell that his wife is about to find her release.
“So wet f’me, love. Haven’t even been inside of yeh yet and yer goin’ mad. Missed this, love. Let’s take it t’the bed, yeah?” H says as he stands up to take her by the hand and lead her to the bed.
“N-no, please, Ha -- daddy. It’s been so long. Need you, now.” Y/N says as she nearly cries from the pressure build up in her lower belly.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” Harry wonders.
“Want, you, daddy. I need your cock inside me. Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Harry smirks picking his wife up and throwing her over his shoulder and exiting the bathroom before tossing her gently on the bed. He wastes no time crawling up the bed and swiftly entering Y/N’s dripping center.
“Ugh, baby. You’re still so fucking tight. M’ not gonna last, love. Haven’t been inside yeh fer months, yeh feel like heaven around m’cock.” H grits out reaching down to rub Y/N’s clit, helping her find her release as quickly as he’s about to find his own.
“YES DADDY! YES, RIGHT THERE!” Y/N screams as Harry continues to pound into her clenching center several more times. With a shout of her name H cums long and hard inside the woman he’s longed for for the last 5, nearly 6 months.
“Fuck, love,” Harry groans, before collapsing beside his wife and turning to kiss her shoulder. “I came inside yeh, love, m’sorry. Shit, I shoulda been more careful. I feel like a teenager again.” He laughs, yet Y/N can sense some slight anxiety in his voice.
“H, baby, it’s okay. I went back on the pill a few weeks after Lennie was born, it’s fine.” Y/N assures her panic stricken husband.
“Oh… w-was it because you and that—that – uh, were you two like together?” Harry stutters, tears ready to spring free from his eyes.
“No, baby, of course not. There’s been nobody but you, my love. But you know I’ve always struggled with my skin and period pain, so with the stress of our formerly-impending potential divorce and Lennie’s first few weeks of life my skin was going mad with breakouts and the post-pregnancy cramps were insane, so I started taking them again.” Y/N smiles wearily at her husband stroking his face, clearly warn out from all of their previous activities.
“Oh, well, I must say, my love, your skin does look flawless now that you mention it. I could also get very use to you calling me daddy now that I am an actual daddy. It has a nice ring to it, dunn’it?” Harry winks and smiles, kissing his wife’s lips.
“Sure, H.” she giggles before turning away from her childish, but happy husband.
“Oi, come back here, love. I want some cuddles and m’cold.” He says before sliding his flaccid cock back into his wife as they drift off to sleep.
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May 5 - No Pants Day
Warning: Cross-Dressing, Acceptance, Temptation, Bucky x Tony
Ao3 Link and Fanfiction.net Link
Tony waited for this day all year. May 5th, the day he could walk around without pants. Now for most, people would assume he walked around in his boxer briefs or something. Well...not quite. May 5th could fall on any day of the week really but most years he wasn’t so lucky to get this special day on the weekend. So a few years ago, he’d taken to wearing dresses and skirts. Technically they weren’t pants, nothing hugging between his legs. So if he was called to the office or into a meeting, he’d wear a business skirt or dress.
It certainly shocked the hell out of the board the first time he’d done it but at this point they were somewhat used to it.
Anyway, this year, May 5th was a Saturday, and yes, he was home all day...but this year he also had roommates. So a cute skirt it is!
Throwing open the doors to his closet he strode to the back where his special outfits were located. Tony has always enjoyed dressing up, so after awhile he’d taken to collecting all types of clothes and coming up with reasons to wear them. Today is a nice day, weather warming up which meant he didn’t need heavy clothing. He went with a black flared skater skirt that rested right at his belly button. The skirt stopped just shy of mid-thigh and looked good on him. He looked over his collection of tops and spotted one of his favorite band logos. A matching black tank crop-top had AC/DC printed across the chest. He threw it on and some black boots as a final touch before going to stand in front of the mirror.
Looking at his reflection he couldn’t help but pout, “What do you think FRIDAY? I feel like i’m missing something...” He spun back and forth, loving the way the skirt twisted to catch up with him.
“Maybe an accessory or two Boss, I’d say a black choker would really throw the look together.”
“Such fashion taste, have you’ve been talking to Jan again?”
“Only a little.” Tony laughed, he was so proud of his girl. Doing as suggested he grabbed a leather choker and attached it. Once it was on he went back to his accessories when he spotted them. Circular sunglasses, dark grey lens with gold outlining. Around the lens the metal frame stuck out a little with a small leaf pattern engraved along the side. He put them on.
“Okay FRIDAY, you think I’m ready now?”
He stood there in his little punk outfit, posing and modeling for the mirror and FRIDAY’s cameras.
“Magnificent Boss.”
“Well baby girl, don’t wait up.”
Leaving his room he made for the common area, it was coffee time.
When he walked in, jaws dropped. Surprisingly Thor was the first to recover, “What are you wearing Anthony?”
Of course Natasha was the only one that didn’t react like the boys did, instead she hid her snickers behind her tea cup. “Yeah Stark, where are your pants?” Tony glared at her through his shades, she knew damn well why. She was with him this same time last year!
“You know why Natashalie.” He pouted and then went to make a cup of his life juice.
That got Clint going though, he hated being left out. “Know what? Care to fill the rest of us in?”
“Well if you must know bird brain, it’s National No Pants Day.”
“So you wear women’s clothing instead?” Poor Steve, cursed to forever be confused by the 21st century.
“Well I can’t walk around in my underwear in public so I assumed the same with my new roommates. This is the next best thing.” The coffee pot dinged so he turned to make himself busy. He faintly heard Thor ask Natasha something before as they left the common floor.
In fact, he was so immersed in making his coffee he completely missed Bucky entering the room. The ex-assassin was sort of, maybe, his boyfriend. He wasn’t completely sure since they’ve only been on two dates but that was semantics. James entered the room, spotting Tony at the same moment Clint and Steve spotted him, it seemed like everyone froze (except Tony who was oblivious to the whole encounter). Bucky’s eyes greedily took in his outfit, hungry eyes trialing over his body and the skin exposed. When his smile turned shark like and predatory, the two blondes took off running. Fleeing the scene as fast as they could before they witness something they weren’t prepared to see.
The sound of scrapping chairs and running feet had Tony cluing back into his surroundings. He turned to see Clint and Steve retreating backs and then nearly bumped into Bucky who was standing right behind him.
“James!” He jumped, almost dropping his coffee mug. It was only Bucky’s fast reflexes that saved his favorite mug from a terrible demise. “Hi, um, g-good morning.”
James leaned in, morning voice deep and sexy, “Mornin’ doll. Wha’s got you all dressed up an’ pretty?” He’s cheeks warmed under Bucky’s heated stare.
“Oh, it’s a – well today’s…no pants day.” He kept looking down, unable to look his crush, man – person in the face. Embarrassment making him nervous and fidgety.
James stepped even closer, – how was that even possible, he was already so close! – right into his space and his metal arm curled around his exposed waist. The cool metal chilled his skin causing goosebumps to rise and make him shiver. “You look gorgeous like that baby doll. Is this the only time you wear skirts or will this become a regular thing?” Tony was freaking out, did James really like it or did he want Tony to stop? He was going to tell him, stuttering like the mess he is and tell him not often but James beat him to the punch. Leaning in close, mouth to his ear, “I really hope this becomes a regular thing.”
“I have more!” He froze, shocked that he just said that. Bucky froze too but for the only reason Tony wasn’t thinking of. While every negative response filtered through Tony's mind, James was trying his best not to pop a boner at all the sexy little outfits he imagined Tony could be hiding from him.
“Will you show me?” Tony jerked back to look up at James, eyes locking with Bucky’s grey-blue ones over the rims of his sunglasses. It was crazy, he’d only know the Winter Soldier for a few months and dated him a week or two but something about this man stole all his words. He swallowed the ball of nerves in his throat and nodded, making Bucky smile. The taller man leaned down, flesh hand tilting his head up and kissed him sweetly. “Lead the way doll.”
God he loved those lips, he pushed up for another kiss. Just a press of lips that made him smile. Then he grabbed the flesh hand off his face and used it to drag the other man to the elevator.
When they got upstairs Tony led him to his bedroom and to his walk in closet where he’d been not even an hour ago. “It’s all right here.” James didn’t let go of his hand but he did look over his wardrobe. Eyes scanning different dresses and skirts, matching tops to go along and…shoes.
“You have heels too?” Tony flushed again at the incredulity in Bucky’s voice. James quickly noticed and turned to him, squeezing his hand, “Hey, I was just surprised, I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything. Okay?” He even crouched down a little to get Tony to look at him.
He smiled and James smiled back, “Okay.”
“Will you model some for me?”
“Sure.”
Tony went about changing, he had a lounge chair in there so he made sure James was settled before he started. Modelling shows for his friends was pretty common occurrence for Tony so he actually had one of those wooden folded panels to change behind while James waited. He’s extremely grateful he got it now, otherwise he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle James watching him.
For his first outfit he put on thin strap gladiator sandal heels and a white long sleeve pencil dress. He flattened out the dress taking in a deep breath before moving around the barrier. His hands gripped the edges of his sleeves nervously as he walked closer to Bucky.
“What do you think?” Carefully, he spun around, letting James see every side of him.
“Whoa, damn Tony I think I have a new kink…” He stared, drinking in the sight Tony presented. The white hugging him beautifully and curved around his ass. It took all of Bucky’s self-control to stay in that chair and not jump Tony’s bones. The white looked good on him, making his tan skin stand out against the clean white fabric. Fuck his legs looked so fucking juicy– “Did you shave your legs?”
“Oh, well I did it once a long time ago. Haven’t stopped doing it since.” Tony leaned back a little, looking down his body at his hairless legs, “Is it too weird?”
“Honey I was born during the depression, died in a world war, spent years as a mindless puppet of a Nazi terrorist group and currently work part time as a super hero with the coolest metal arm in history. Nothing is weird anymore. If you like it than I like it.”
Tony had stood there listening to James, arms crossed as he nervously bit his lip. But by the end, he was smiling brightly down at the other man. Unable to help himself, he walked over, standing next to the lounge chair he leaned down to kiss this perfect man. Bucky’s hand came out, rubbing and caressing the back of his thigh. He leaned back, enough to look James in the eye when he whispered, “Thank you.”
After a few more shared kisses Tony went back to changing outfits. His next dress was a grey slash neck knitted dress and grey low top converse sneakers. With a little more confidence he came around the divide strutting. Making a show of swinging his hips and circling the room.
James squirmed in his seat, “Damn I’m going to have to start calling you kitten.”
Tony grinned, walking over to James he dropped down to his knees before the man and ran one hand up his leg. As best as he could, he looked up under his lashes and squeezed the calve in his hand, “Meow.”
Bucky’s entire body twitched and Tony jumped back laughing, “That wasn’t very nice kitten.” James was definitely pouting at him.
“I’m sorry but you literally set yourself up for that one.”
“Yeah, yeah, next please.”
For his next outfit he grabbed a floral fit and flare dress. The front covered his chest and sat higher, leaving little spaghetti straps to cover his shoulders and leave a lot of his back exposed. Like all the other dresses it stopped mid-thigh but this one held a cute white flowers over a dark purple background. He put heels on again, white ankle strap and open toed heels that went perfectly.
When he finished dressing he moved to the mirror instead of Bucky, twisting and turning like he did in his skirt this morning. James joined him at the mirror. “You really do look beautiful doll.” Tony blushed, loving how James complimented him. It made something warm flutter in his chest every time he spoke. Tony turned around, facing James head on. Blush be damned, “I love you.” Bucky looked at him, eyes wide in surprise and Tony found himself fumbling to explain, “I know we’ve barely dated and that things can’t be easy for you after everything but I really mean it. I love you James.”
A big solid body pushed him back into the cold surface of the mirror and kissed him. Lips angel soft and tongue sinful as hell as it devoured him, “God you are so beautiful and I love you too Tony. I love you so much.”
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