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part fourteen: reacquaint
Pairing: Ikaris x Reader
Summary: part fourteen of a fanfiction and they haven’t kissed yet? but don't worry folks shit is heating up in this one! after that we get a catch up, I'm always thinking about pizza and we find out some stuff y/n doesn't even know
Words: 2708
Warning: swearing, some nsfw shit 18+! What can I say I love the idea of face riding a tall good looking man that broods.
link to part thirteen
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Ikaris closes the door by pushing you against it, and goes straight for your neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent.
His left hand grips the back of your thigh, holding you in place, while his right hand inches up your hip, slowly pushing your shirt up. The feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver in anticipation. You snake your arms around his neck, and grip his hair.
“You alright love?” His accent is thick, but it’s more muffled by your jaw he presses his lips against, making you look at the ceiling.
You nod, but he hums, “talk to me, Y/N.”
He moves his hand from your hip, and you go to protest, but he cups your cheek, “Y/N.”
You take a deep breath, “you feel good,” you say quietly, cheeks turning a bright red.
He gives you a grin, “you like how I touch you?” He asks you, and while his voice is soft, his words are not.
His words send a rush of electricity straight to your core. You manage to make eye contact, and you know he can tell how his words affect you.
“I do,” you finally answer, biting your lip, “you make me feel good.”
“Love,” he leans in towards you, breathing the word onto you, “I always wanna make you feel good.”
His accent is thick, and when you look into his eyes you notice they’ve darkened.
“Will you let me do that?” He pushes his hips harder against yours, keeping you in place as he reaches his other hand up to cup your cheek.
“Hm?” he nearly cooes before leaning over and kissing your cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” he continues speaking as he leans over and kisses the other cheek.
“So much,” he adds on, going to kiss your forehead.
You can’t take it. You move your head quickly to meet his lips with yours.
When your lips meet it feels like a circuit being completed. You feel the electricity move between the two of you warm and complete.
You pull away, opening your eyes to meet his own.
“Y/N,” he whispers, “please,” he’s begging, but he doesn’t know what for.
You don’t say anything, instead you smash your lips against his.
This time, he kisses you back fervently. You're grabbing his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders, anything to steady yourself.
He’s grabbing your hips, rocking against your core against the door, causing you to arch your back into him.
He pulls his lips away from yours, before attacking your neck.
His arms snake around your back and he’s suddenly carrying you across the room, setting you gently down on the bed.
“Ikaris,” you sigh out, “kiss me” you reach out for him, breathless.
He complies, falling against you as your lips meet again. He groans against your mouth when you buck your hips into him and you smirk. You’re about to do it again when there’s a knock at the door.
“Ignore it,” Ikaris pants in your mouth.
“Agreed,” you breathe out as you pull his hair, making him groan out. You take the chance to push him back onto the bed.
The knocking persists as you straddle him against the headboard.
“Ikaris! Y/N! Open the door!” The voice is muffled and indistinguishable as you rock your hips against Ikaris’ groin as you peck kisses along his neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, grabbing your hips to help you move. You grab at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off of his body.
He lifts his arms up to help and when you sit back in his lap to look at him, you have to stop yourself from audibly moaning.
“Oh my god,” you mumble as you trace your finger along his collarbone.
He lets out a chuckle and places his hand over yours, moving it lower towards his v-line.
“Like what you see?” He whispers, accent somehow thicker with arousal.
“Yes,” you immediately reply, your brain more focused on the feel of his hard-on under your palm.
He presses his nose into your neck and you giggle. God you felt like a horny teenager.
The door bursts open before you can even process it. You yelp from the intrusion, pushing yourself closer into your husband, trying to shield yourself.
Bucky strolls in unfazed, gun in hand with Phastos and Bruce behind me, “control yourselves, they’re ready to talk.”
“What?” You turn your head, while trying to push Ikaris from your neck.
He doesn’t budge, but just mumbles ‘no’ into your skin. You rest your hands in his hair and try to control your breathing.
“Fitzsimmons are ready to talk,” Bruce informs, though uncomfortably from the doorway and looking at the ceiling.
“Great,” Ikaris replies, “now get the fuck out.”
You hit his chest, “Ikaris! We have to go.”
He raises his mouth to your ear, “not until I’ve had a taste of you,” he nips your earlobe.
Your face burns as you clear your throat, “everyone out we’ll be there in twenty.”
The door shuts quickly and you crash your lips into his again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you pant against his mouth as he starts to unzip your pants above him.
You lift yourself off his lap so he can pull your pants and underwear down, and when you sit back down on his cock he can feel your juices soak through his pants to his boxers.
“Shit love,” he groans, bucking up into you, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Fuck me,” you pop his belt open and rip it off, before unzipping his pants.
You giggle trying to pull them off, but finally manage with his help. He finds the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off your body, groaning at your bare chest.
“Ikaris,” you pull on the band of his boxers, “please fuck me.”
He shakes his head, “we don’t have time,” before you can whine though, he’s kissing your lips, “don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll still make you feel good.”
He grips your hips and slides you up his chest as he lays farther down into the pillows. He lifts his head up and takes a nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck,” you moan out at the feeling of his toned abs on your clit, the friction making you dizzy.
Ikaris catches onto your hip rolls, and moves his hands along on your hips, helping you.
“That feel good?” His voice is quiet, but hoarse.
You nod, both hands on his chest as you rock against it.
“Here love,” he takes his mouth off you to move you further up towards his face.
Oh.
You audibly whine when he grabs your ass in both palms, lifting you over his face.
You sit up on your knees, hovering over him.
“Are you sure Ikaris? You don’t have to,” you run your fingers through his hair.
“Y/N,” he presses down on your thighs, making your knees fall.
Fuck.
“Ikaris,” you moan back as he languidly licks the inside of your thigh, licking the excess juices from your core.
“Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he says, kissing each side of your thigh, before zoning in on your core.
He presses a kiss to your clit that has you keening, putting your full weight onto your husband's head. He keeps you steady with one hand, as the other grips your thigh.
The noises coming from his mouth and your own are obscene. You’re both fully moaning out, you into the air, but his moans send a vibration right into the bottom of your stomach, making you even louder.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you start rocking your hips against his face as he helps guide you with one hand, the other going up to squeeze the under side of your breast.
“Fuck my face,” he mumbles into your core, flicking at your nipple. You barely hear him through the haze of pleasure, reaching down to grab harder at his scalp, your other hand steady against the wall.
You feel sparks throughout your body, sending zaps through your fingers and toes. You feel your high approaching, but just need a little more.
“Ikaris,” you’re just moaning at this point, barely able to rock your hips. He completely takes over your movement with one hand on your hip, the other reaching up towards your core.
He slides two fingers into your channel with no hesitation, and you can hear the slick noises as he moves them in and out.
“Oh fuck,” you throw your head back, “fuck I’m so close.”
You feel like magic.
“Fuck fuck shit,” you’re babbling at this point, but Ikaris keeps his speed up. His fingers hit right at your g-spot as he sucks on your clit.
You feel like electricity.
He rocks you harder down onto his face, and you’re so so close.
“Ikaris,” you’re barely breathing, “I’m gonna- gonna”
“Cum for me,” he speeds up his fingers and you see stars.
You feel waves of pleasure as you gush against his mouth, arching your back, “fuck Ikaris,” you cry out as you ride your high out.
He continues to ministrations on your pussy until you’re trying to move off of his face, he finally relents and lays you on your back.
“Ikaris,” you mumble out with a smile, “that was amazing.”
He pecks your lips, “I’m glad.”
You look down to see a large stain on his boxers. You look back up to his face to see his cheeks red.
“I uh-” he starts to say, but you cut him off with a kiss.
“That’s so hot,” you say into his mouth, running your hands on his hard chest.
“You’re so perfect for me,” he says into your mouth before pulling away.
He kisses your forehead, “we should get going.”
You groan oat, stretching your arms, “you’re probably right,” you look around the room, “where are my clothes?”
Ikaris gets up from the bed, opening a dresser drawer. He comes back to the bed with a fresh pair of underwear and black leggings.
You lift up the clothing, inspecting it, “are these mine?”
He nods, and you furrow your eyebrows.
“What is it?” He asks as you shrug the leggings on.
“I don’t know,” you shrug, still shirtless as you walk up to him, “I guess I was expecting something less modern.”
“I still have all our old clothes from the years together,” he’s casual, grabbing a shirt to put on.
You grab the shirt from him though, using your free hand to feel his chest.
“That’s sweet,” you say absentmindedly, tracing his sternum with the tip of your finger.
He breathes out, “yeah?”
You nod, “yeah,” before kissing him sweetly. Kissing him was addicting. His lips were soft, but firm against yours.
“You keep kissing me like that and we won’t leave this room,” he warns, sliding his hands up your bare back.
“Hm, sounds horrible,” you’re sarcastic as you press your chest against his.
“You’re eager,” his voice thickens as your nipples harden against him.
“So are you,” you smirk, giving him a quick peck before stepping away, “what are my shirt options?”
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“Is it appropriate to bring snacks to an interrogation?” You question aloud from your spot in front of the fridge.
“I got blueberries from the farmers market,” Bruce chimes in, sitting at the counter with his laptop.
“We should be having dinner,” Bucky calls out from the dinner table, “I’m in the mood for pizza.”
“Wanda makes the best pizza,” you groan out in front of the fridge, spotting the blueberries, “the sauce is to die for.”
“Sokovian sauce is better,” Bruce agrees and you nod.
You shut the fridge with your hip, blueberries in hand, and turn to Ikaris, “want a snack?”
He smirks, “no, I already had one,” he kisses your cheek.
“Yeah that tired me out,” you admit, and he hangs his arm over your shoulder, so you lean into him.
“Hopefully not too tired,” he murmurs into your neck, “I’m not done with you.”
You give him a quick kiss, and smile, “good.”
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After talking with Sam and Bucky, you decided that only a few people would be in the interrogation room.
That would include you, Sam, Bucky, Ikaris, Phastos and Bruce.
It was times like these that you missed Natasha. She was the best at this kind of thing. She could get the worst kind of people to talk in five minutes.
“Hey Natty,” you sigh, looking down, “I’ve got a lot to tell you.”
You sit down on the ground in front of the royal azaleas, “turns out I’m not who I thought I was.”
“Now I don’t know who I am,” you admit to the plant, “I don’t know if I really ever knew.”
“I’m married,” you state bluntly, “and I can fly and fighting aliens isn’t as big of a deal as we thought it was.”
You feel the flower between your fingers gently. “Fitzsimmons betrayed me,” you continue, “Morgan started kindergarten and Bucky has a cat.”
“We knew going back in time had its risks,” you take a deep breath, “I just didn’t think I’d lose you when I did.”
You sniffle, “and I know I can take comfort in the fact that you’re at rest,” you take a deep breath, “I just really miss you.”
You pause.
“Natasha,” you start, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to trust,” you continue, “and I certainly don’t know what’s next.”
“I guess what I’m saying is that I wish you were here,” you say, “because you’d know what to do. You always knew what to do.”
“Even when it came down to life or death,” you say quietly, “you knew what to do.”
“And even if I do know what to do,” you let out a shaky breath, “what if I’m not strong enough?”
“You’re the strongest person I know,” you say, “or you were.”
You sniffle.
“Give me strength Nat,” you whisper, placing your hands on the ground to lift yourself up, “I really need it.”
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You make your way back into the interrogation room and take a seat between Ikaris and Sam.
“Hey,” you clear your throat, giving Ikaris a small smile.
“Hi love,” he greets, leaning back in his chair.
Bucky walks in soon after carrying a drink.
He sets it on the table, and notices Ikaris’ stare.
You’re staring at your fingers in your lap, picking at them so he’s not subtle.
Ikaris nods towards the hall.
Bucky takes the cue, leaving the room.
Ikaris moves to leave too, but your hand on his shoulder stops him, “where are you going?” You ask, still sitting in the chair.
“I’ll be right back,” he kisses your forehead on instinct, “just gotta use the bathroom.”
“Okay,” you smile, turning to talk to Sam next to you.
Ikaris steps out and nods at Bucky.
“How’d you get them to talk?” He cuts to the chase, crossing his arms.
“You won’t tell her?” Bucky asks.
Ikaris shakes his head.
“I showed them the footage of Y/N in the lab,” he answers.
“Pretending to interrogate them?” Ikaris asks and Bucky nods.
“She was doing it for about five minutes before you walked in,” Bucky adds on.
“It’s a good idea,” Ikaris responds, “thank you.”
“I’d do anything for Y/N,” Bucky tells him, “she’s my sister.”
Ikaris nods, understanding the relationship between the two of you.
“Thank you,” he says again before making his way back into the conference room.
“Take the lead,” Sam offers you, “I’ll be there to keep you on track.”
“Sounds good,” you respond.
“Bucky will be back with them soon,” Sam tells you, “and then we can start.”
Ikaris takes a seat next to you, and you shoot him a smile.
“How are you feeling?” He asks gently in your ear.
“A bit nervous,” you whisper to him.
He places his hand on the back of your neck for comfort, messaging it softly.
“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. He guides your head with his hand, taking your lips in his. He kisses you deeply before pulling away, leaving you breathless.
“Of course love,” he responds before the door opens.
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THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED!!!
yes!!! I'm updating woohoo!
I'm sorry I take so long lol much love!
#marvel fic#eternals#eternals fanfiction#ikaris fanfiction#waywarddevotion#marvel x reader#ikaris x reader#ikaris angst#ikaris x you#ikaris imagine#richard madden x y/n#richard madden fanfiction#richard madden imagine#richard madden x reader#ikaris smut#richard madden smut#SMUT#LETS GOOOO#WE LOVE SMUT DON'T WE#YAY THEY KISSED!!
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i know we all laugh (mostly fondly) about the paper-thin plots in porn that only exist to make the sex happen, but i was reading some old stargate fic over the weekend, and i really think we're sleeping on the paper-thin hurt/comfort plot that only exists to force the characters to FEEL THINGS.
like, is this scenario realistic? no. does it make any rational sense? no. does it provide a built-in excuse for a character to collapse, bloody and disoriented, into the arms of his beloved/friend/partner? obviously, that's the whole point of this exercise.
i love it. it's my favorite thing in the world.
#writing#hurt/comfort#much like smut it operates on the assumption that we all know what we're here for#obviously you CAN write a fully coherent plot with hurt/comfort elements just like you can write one with smutty elements#and those are lovely too#but there's something so charming about fics that are like#'look we all know what you came here for. i don't have to explain myself.'
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⚠️NSFW Ahead⚠️
Another random thought but, what if MC has a thing for Lucifer's thighs and/or legs in general?
I like to imagine that MC would just casually walk up to Lucifer in private and just slap or squeeze a thigh and Lucifer would look at MC like "🤨" but he hides the fact that he actually enjoys it
And he definitely enjoys it when MC pulls him into their lap and just holds him close. But of course that's not all they're going to do
MC would also run their hands up and down his thighs, sometimes getting adventurous and straying towards the inner thighs and Lucifer can't help but be so flustered
And when it comes closer to midnight, MC will worship Lucifer's legs
They'll start kissing up and down his bare skin, watching and enjoying the looks and sounds coming from the demon under them. The way his face gets flushed over time and the way Lucifer get more excited sends MC into a frenzy
Then they would start leaving their marks on him. Biting, sucking, licking, nibbling, you name it. You can bet that Lucifer's legs are going to be littered with bite marks and hickeys after MC's done with him
And when morning comes, Lucifer's thighs are chewed to shit, he's extremely sore, and he's exhausted. But he couldn't be any more happy when he see's MC sleeping so soundly right next to him
Perhaps he might just call for a day off...
#obey me#obey me nb#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me fandom#obey me mc#obey me headcanons#obey me hcs#obey me nsft#obey me smut#obey me scenarios#obey me x mc#lucifer x reader#lucifer obey me#obey me swd#i meant for this one to be more masculine aligned but i still kept it gender neutral#shall we date obey me#i just love dom mc#dom reader#dom mc#top reader#sub lucifer#bottom lucifer#I love Lucifer's legs so I kind of made this for myself#just a little self-indulging#pls don't crucify me 😓
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warning for non-con
Bully/Perv!Eddie loves flipping up your skirts everyday to see what panties you're wearing for him. He does it in the hallways, in line at lunch, and even sometimes he'll do it if he sees you out in public. To try and get him to stop you start wearing jeans. That doesn't deter him. He has no problem coming up behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist so you don't go running. He'll slip his hand into the back of your jeans and grab the waistband of your panties and pull them up until he can see whatever pattern or design is on them. You always end up red with embarrassment from him pulling your panties up and between your cheeks just to get a look at them, leaving you to quickly shuffle to the nearest bathroom to readjust. He's stretched out and even ripped a few of your favorite pairs on occasion. On days where he's feeling particularly mean he'll just pants you in the halls to see what you're wearing underneath.
#sorry I love bullies#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson drabble#bully!Eddie munson#perv!eddie munson#perv!eddie x reader#mean!eddie munson#classic bullying is kinda hot and we don't talk abt it enough
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Pathetic (M)
(I did not edit this picture. Weverse literally just dropped it and I’m so lazy)
Title: Pathetic
Part one of the Pathetic series
Summary:
When your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you aren’t expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party.
Simplified tags: 6k words, Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, creampie, spitting, slapping, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, mentions of aftercare but I don’t write it happening he just says what he’ll do
Warnings: This fic is filthy, dub con (I personally think that the consent is explicit enough but I’m tagging it this way just to be careful since it is intense), Jeonghan is a fiend. There is spitting, a creampie, degredation, like Jeonghan calls you pathetic. You thank him for him treating you like trash. There is after care but there is also light slapping, I’m serious this is literally the filthiest thing I have ever written. I’m embarrassed to have written it, and I hope that the five people who like things like this enjoy it. Jeonghan starts off as a soft!dom, but quickly turns to a hard!dom
I have this... secret blog that I wrote one story on cause I was embarrassed by it and didn’t want it to be on this blog and on that blog I asked if anyone wanted this kind of fic and I had like twelve people like the post so here we go.
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“Really Jeonghan? Another fling that you just dropped for no reason?” Seungcheol asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Jeonghan hummed as he placed another lego block together, glancing over at the instructions for the house that he was building.
“Just not a good fit.”
“And by that he means she couldn’t handle him,” Soonyoung pipped up, unhelpfully. Seungcheol sighed.
“What is he? A monster in the bedroom?”
“Have you not heard him with people?” Jihoon asked, a look of disgust on his face as he handed Jeonghan the next lego brick he needed. “They’re sluts, all of them- and I don’t mean that in a derogatory way, he calls them that.”
Seungcheol seemed surprised, but Jeonghan didn’t bat an eye at the accusations.
“They like it, but not as much as I want them to,” Jeonghan replied with a sigh. “This last girl... She doesn’t listen, and not in a cute brat way. She just chases her orgasm and that’s good enough for her.”
Soonyoung snorted.
“Isn’t it enough that you’re able to make her orgasm?”
A smirk spread over Jeonghan’s lips.
“I make everyone I sleep with orgasm.”
“Topic change, topic change,” Seokmin requested desperately from where he was lounging on the couch. The room fell silent for a little bit, but Seungcheol’s curiosity wasn’t going to be quelled just yet.
“You’ve been blowing through fuck buddies for months and you haven’t found a single one that you want to keep. What makes you think you are ever going to find this perfect...” He trailed off, not sure how to finish it.
“Whore,” Jihoon finished. They all looked at him. He shrugged. “He wants the perfect whore. Literally.”
“Desperate for my cock, desperate for my cum...” Jeonghan sighed. “Desperate to cum, but only if I say so. Obedient, and desperate and sloppy-”
“I am begging for a topic change,” Seokmin interrupted. “It’s bad enough we have to hear Jeonghan fucking people-”
“I’m just saying. It doesn’t seem like you’ll be able to find the perfect person-” Jihoon cleared his throat and Seungcheol sighed. “The perfect whore. Why don’t you just settle?”
“The problem isn’t that the perfect whore doesn’t exist,” Jeonghan replied. “It’s that I’ve been looking in the wrong places. I’ll find them. It just takes time.”
“Yay, conflict resolution,” Seokmin cheered humorlessly. “So that means I can go back to my book and you all can go back to your legos and we can talk about next weeks party and not Jeonghan finding the perfect whore.”
A little laugh spread throughout the room and finally Seungcheol allowed the topic to go towards what other frats and sororities to invite to the party.
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“I want you to go over this again with me, very slowly,” you said, your eyebrows narrowing at Jeongyeon. She gave you a bright smile, brushing back her bob.
“I want you to come with me to a frat party,” Jeongyeon said slowly. You gave Jeongyeon an unamused look.
“A frat party?” You repeated humorously.
“Not just any frat party,” Jeongyeon continued just as brightly. “Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia’s party.”
You groaned, but she wasn’t having it.
“Come on! You know that Jimin hates Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia and he never goes to their parties.”
“You and Jimin’s thing is-”
“Infuriating?” Jeongyeon grumbled.
“Stupid,” you corrected.
Jeongyeon and Jimin were two people impossible to be around. Because their hatred for one another didn’t stop at talking smack about one another behind their backs. It didn’t stop at shooting insults at one another in person. It didn’t even stop at Jimin railing Jeongyeon in the dorm room with you in your bed trying desperately pretend like it wasn’t happening.
Jeonyeon and Jimin hated each other to a point where their frustration could only be culled by rough sex every few weeks, and you were desperate for the two to evolve past that.
“Come on, I know that you don’t want me to fuck around with Jimin tonight, and who knows maybe I’ll go home with someone different from Phi Mu if we go there tonight,” Jeongyeon pleaded.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t go home with anyone,” you replied. “I’ll have to find somewhere else to go and-”
“We’ll find someone for you too!” Jeonyeon replied enthusiastically. “Then we both will go home with someone and it will be perfect!”
You pressed your lips together firmly, a clear indication that you weren’t convinced but Jeonyeon grabbed you, hugging your arm.
“Please, the boys at Phi Mu are so handsome. Surely, you’ll find someone you like,” she insisted.
You sighed as you looked at your friend, realizing that your hopes of studying for the night were completely over.
“Doesn’t everyone call them Alpha Mu boys?” You asked. Jeongyeon rolled her eyes.
“Same diff,” she mumbled. “Come on. You’re not going to just make me go alone are you?”
“I’m not wearing heels,” you said finally.
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Your heels clacked against the wooden floorboards of the frat house as Jeongyeon practically dragged you through the house. She had the cutest outfit on. A pink dress that resembled that of a loosely torn shirt, with a corset to cause a bit of a silhouette and a pair of heeled white boots on top of it all. That along with her radiant smile she looked like a punk angel. You had tried to match her in ways, sticking with a corset and a loose shirtish dress. You had a choker on that resembled a collar (at her insisting) and regrettably you were wearing a lacy pair of lingerie. Just in case, as Jeongyeon would insist.
You sighed, the thought of being here still being mildly annoying. Frat parties themselves were frustrating. Loud, crowded, sweaty. But on the Brightside Alpha Mu parties had music produced and mixed by Lee Jihoon, so while loud it was bearable.
Jeongyeon practically knew all of the Alpha Mu boys. You wondered idly who she was trying to find tonight. She dragged you up to one of the boys- tall and lanky, and grabbed his arm to get his attention.
“Jun,” she whined. He looked at her over his shoulder, eyes lighting up when he saw her.
“You made it!” He said excitedly. His eyes flickered over to you. “You brought y/n!”
“You said you had someone for her!” Jeongyeon replied, both of their voices extremely loud as to hear one another over the music. “Someone good?”
Your eyebrows widened.
“Wait, you set me up?” You blurted. Jeongyeon didn’t even look upset.
“Of course, I did! I didn’t make you wear lingerie just to socialize all night!” She said. Your face flushed red, but Jun didn’t seem to care about the fact that he now knew what you were wearing under your clothes. Instead, he pointed away from the two of you.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. “I just need to grab him, okay?”
Jeongyeon nodded.
“Okay! We’ll be here!”
“I don’t want to be set up!” You insisted as soon as Jun was far enough that you didn’t think he would hear, which... Wasn’t that long.
“That’s what single people always say,” Jeongyeon said with a roll of her eyes. ”Jun said that you’re really going to like this guy! And that way you have less to do on your end so I can spend as much time as I want trying to find someone for me to spend the night with.”
“You should just go home with Jun,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I mean it’s not like you guys haven’t fucked bef-”
“Y/n-” Jun’s voice called out over the sound. You looked up to find Jun standing there with someone else. You smiled at him.
“Uh, hi,” you called over the noise of the party.
“Hi, I’m Chan!”
You smiled at the person in front of you politely, noticing that behind Chan, Jun was talking to someone else, who looked notably annoyed. Your eyebrows strewn slightly at the man and for a second you caught one another's eyes. He looked away from you after a moment, his eyes peering at you from under the long strands of his hair.
After only a second, you turned your attention back to Chan. You figured you might as well get this over with.
Chan was... Nice, but that was about it. As awful as it was getting to know anyone at a loud party, you weren’t exactly thrilled to have to yell at him as he drank beer after beer.
You stuck to water but after a while you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You politely made an excuse to get away from him, saying that you were tired and you wandered up the stairs of the house, not wanting to admit to Jeongyeon that the guy that Jun had set you up with just simply wasn’t a match and you wanted to leave.
As you wandered the rooms upstairs, you walked past closed doors in which you could hear moans. You sighed in frustration. At least someone was going to get laid tonight. It seemed like your lingerie really wouldn’t be of any use tonight.
You entered the first empty bedroom that you could find. A king size bed with fluffy blankets in the center of room, a bookshelf with pictures of boys on the shelves, and paintings and the walls. You hummed and began to look around, the sound of the party muted behind the walls of the room.
You finally thought that you had found some peace.
“What are you doing?” A voice asked. You glanced over your shoulder, sighing when you saw the person from earlier. The one who looked annoyed when you had first met Chan. Your eyebrows rose slightly at him.
“Escaping the party.” You paused for a moment your lips pursing and your head falling to the side slightly. “Escaping Chan.”
“You don’t like Chan?” The person asked.
“No I like Chan, I just...” You trailed off.
“Not the sort of person you put on a matching set for?” The person piped up, a small smile crossing his lips as he spoke. You rolled your eyes.
“Sure,” you said, even though- He was right. Chan seemed too nice to be someone that was going to rail you to sleep that night. Regardless, of how attractive he was. As you looked around the room, you noted that the man at the door wasn’t backing down. Instead his eyes were drifting, making their way across your body.
You couldn’t really say you didn’t like the attention.
In fact, while Chan had been handsome, with his long chiseled face, and parted hair, this man was a whole other kind of attractive. He was pretty. His hair was long and wavy, falling past his ears, and yet not touching his shoulders. As your eyes trailed past his pink lips and down to where his shirt lay, just barely covering one of his collarbones. You looked back up at him, to see that he had definitely noticed your interest.
You looked away from him.
“Sorry am I in your room?” You asked him, clearing your throat.
“Yeah,” he commented. “It was getting a bit too loud for me out there too. I was going to close my room door.”
You glanced back at him and he gestured towards the door knob.
“You’re welcome to stay, of course.”
You knew what he meant and your intention in coming out tonight hadn’t really been to get laid. Sure, you had humored Jeongyeon. You had dressed the part, and said the right things but you knew from the minute that you looked at Chan you were going to be spending the night with your vibrator.
But... There was something about this guy.
You shrugged.
“If you don���t mind the company,” you replied. The man hummed and closed the door behind him with a click.
“Jeonghan,” he said, gesturing to himself.
Jeonghan...? You had heard his name from Jeonyeon before.
“Ah, the same one with a different fling every week?” You said, before you could really think over what you had said. Jeonghan hummed and walked over to his closet.
“So you’ve heard of me.”
“A few things,” you replied back. “That you don’t stick in one place for long.”
“But I always get positive reviews,” Jeonghan replied. As he spoke, he took the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden appearance of his six pack. Your cheeks flushed red and you looked away suddenly.
Fuck, he was hot.
“Sorry, it’s hot in here,” Jeonghan said. You heard his hangers clanging softly, and after a few moments they stopped, you looked back at him but he was still standing there shirtless, looking theatrically stumped. “And with nothing better to put on.”
He shrugged and walked over to his bed, taking a seat at the edge. He gestured to your outfit.
“You’re dressed nice... Like Jeongyeon.”
“She’s my best friend,” you replied pointedly. You leaned forward slightly, your fingers slightly dragging up the corner of your skirt. You tried to play it off as accidental, just a brush up of your skirt that would flash the corner of your lacy underwear.
You could tell that Jeonghan knew it wasn’t accidental.
“You want to play a game?” Jeonghan asked. You shrugged offhandedly.
“Depends on the outcome.”
“Come here,” Jeonghan said softly. You looked at him from across the room, your eyebrows raised.
“Why should I?” You asked. His lips quirked up slightly.
“If you do, you’ll get to cum, and if you don’t...”
He knew he didn’t have to finish that threat.
You walked over to Jeonghan, coming between his knees. His hands fell to your sides, squeezing your hips slightly as you raised your hands to his shoulders. You swallowed thickly at the proximity of the two of you.
“Tell me what you want,” Jeonghan said. Your nose scrunched slightly, mostly in embarrassment.
“I want you to fuck me,” you said softly. The smile that spread across Jeonghan’s face was one of pure delight.
“Really?” He asked, his voice riddled with surprise. His fingers dipped below the hem of your shirt and his fingers daintily brushed over the lace of your lingerie. You shivered a little under his touch, your fingers gripping at his shoulders a little bit tighter. “You really want some stranger to fuck you upstairs at a frat party?”
The degrading chide in his voice made your cheeks flare up even more. You cleared your throat, your eyes trailing away from him.
“Well, if your reputation proceeds you, I would love to be one of your...” You mumbled. Your face blazed even redder. “Sluts.”
One of Jeonghan’s fingers raised to your face, tilting your chin towards you. His eyes flickered down to your lips.
“Don’t worry love, I’ll treat you just the way that you deserve.”
Jeonghan’s fingers lowered to your throat, his hand making it’s way to the back of your neck.
“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled. “Just pretty enough for someone like Chan. You look so delicate.”
“I’m not delicate,” you murmured back, but the praise itself was making it hard to keep eye contact with Jeonghan.
“No?” Jeonghan breathed. He was so close to you that both of your breaths were intermingling. His grip on your neck was tight. “Is that why you didn’t want to spend the night with Chan? You want someone to rough you up? Someone to treat you like a little whore?”
You couldn’t help the airy moan that left your lips at the sound of the word.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” Jeonghan asked you. You nodded, feeling yourself growing closer to him as his fingers ran closer to your core over the lace of your panties.
“I’m going to need some words from you,” Jeonghan said seriously, his other hand tightening around the back of your neck. “Or else you’re going to get jack shit from me.”
“I do,” you said immediately. “I want you to kiss me.”
He pressed hard on the back of your neck, pressing you closer to his lips until they had crashed together. Despite how gentle Jeonghan had started off, the kiss was when he started to show his true colors. You whined against his lips as he forced his tongue into your mouth, pressing you closer to him.
He pulled you off of him, smiling when you leaned forward, desperate for his lips again. He hummed, his fingers dipping down underneath the hem of your lingerie, and he pressed his fingers down to your clit. You whined, throwing your head back.
“F-fuck,” you mumbled, rolling your hips towards Jeonghan. “I really fucking need this. Jeongyeon has been hammering sex into my head all day.”
“Yeah? You really that starved for sex?”
You nodded, leaning forward to catch Jeonghan’s lips again but he didn’t give you the satisfaction. He pulled back.
“No,” he chided. “You’re a bit needy aren’t you?”
You whined in response as Jeonghan’s fingers slid past your clit, to your already wet folds. He shook his head.
“Chan get you like this?” He asked. “Even though he was too vanilla for you, he is very attractive. Did he make you needy? Would you have resorted to your vibrator tonight thinking about him? Wishing he would treat you the way you want to be treated?”
As Jeonghan spoke he worked one of his fingers into you, his long fingers pushing deeper inside of you than your own fingers could. You whined, shaking your head.
“N-No,” you murmured. “It wasn’t him.”
Jeonghan hummed again, like he didn’t really believe you, so you continued.
“You made me like this,” you insisted. Your fingers tightened on Jeonghan’s shoulders, and your eyes lowered to Jeonghan’s lap where you could see a tent in his sweatpants. When you glanced back up Jeonghan didn’t seem very convinced. “How am I supposed to respond to the way you’ve been treating me?
Jeonghan scoffed.
“You should be fucking humiliated,” Jeonghan replied. “You’re doing everything I want you to, taking every single thing I give you-” As Jeonghan spoke he pushed another finger into your pussy, causing a small, pleasurable burn to run through your body. “I bet you’d even thank me for it. Are you going to thank me for fingering your stupid wet cunt?”
Your face blazed but you nodded obediently.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice quivering as soft moans slipped from your mouth.
“Thank you for what?” Jeonghan asked. Your eyes fluttered down, and Jeonghan crooked his fingers deep inside of you.
“Thank you for f-fingering me,” you said, your eyes shooting back up to Jeonghan’s. He smiled.
“Good girl,” he praised. “But you don’t really deserve this, you know that?”
You whined as he shoved a third finger inside of you. His pace was fucking agonizing. His fingers slowly spreading your pussy... Hopefully so that it was ready for his cock.
“At least, you haven’t really proven yet that you deserve this,” Jeonghan amended. He slipped his fingers from you and your whine was cut off by Jeonghan sticking his fingers into your mouth. You immediately sucked them clean, moaning around them. He hummed again, seeming to still be unsure of exactly what to make of you. His hand gently pressed against your stomach, pressing you backwards.
“Get undressed, I want to see you.”
As you began to take your clothes off (struggling immensely with the corset that you had barely gotten on in the first place), Jeonghan stood up as well. Your eyes stayed glued to his chest until he lowered his sweatpants down and kicked them away to reveal his cock.
You faltered in your ministrations, your mouth dropping when you saw the size of Jeonghan’s cock. God, you had never slept with anyone bigger than Jeonghan. Never even imagined you would see a cock as big as his. You felt greedy, you wanted to have his cock inside you immediately, but you did your best to keep that to yourself. You quickly regained consciousness and finished tossing your clothes to the floor.
You stood there for a moment, letting Jeonghan look at you silently, his eyes trailing up and down your body, the smallest hint of a smile crossing his lips.
“God, you may be a pathetic slut, but you are absolutely gorgeous,” he said. He pointed down to the floor in front of his spread legs and then leaned back on his hands. “Come on. Show me what you can do. Show me that you’re not just a waste of time.”
You immediately dropped to your knees, squeezing yourself between his legs, your hands wrapping around the base of his cock. You stared at it for a second, just admiring his cock, before suddenly remembering what you were supposed to be doing.
You sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth, moaning around it, just relived to have a cock inside of your mouth. You whined as you pressed his cock deeper inside of your mouth, getting too excited and pressing his cock further into your mouth.
You barely thought about it as you pushed your mouth as far down his cock as you could, choking almost immediately. You gagged around his cock, pulling off and coughing to the side.
“You’re so big,” you said between coughs. Jeonghan scoffed.
“You’re just not trying hard enough.”
He slid his fingers into the strands of your hair and pushed your head back down on his cock.
“If it’s too much for you, just tap my thigh,” Jeonghan said, before beginning to push you down. He pushed you to the part where you first started coughing, but he didn’t stop there. He kept pushing, ignoring your gags as he eased you down on his cock.
Your fingers squeezed against his thighs, but you were halfway down his cock, and you wanted to be good so fucking badly. But despite that, Jeonghan pulled you off of his cock, letting you gasp for air.
“No, no,” you insisted. “I was okay. I’m okay, push me back down.”
Jeonghan’s eyebrow quirked.
“Really?” And the heightening of his voice made it clear just how surprised he was.
“Please.”
Jeonghan was quick to push you back down on his cock, this time going even faster than before. Despite your gags, he finally pushed you to the base of his cock. Your nose brushed against his pelvis, and tears ran down your cheeks, but after a few moments you felt your breathing through your nose began to even out, and your throat settled around his cock.
Jeonghan’s tight grip on your hair loosened, and his fingers threaded through your strands in a way that was almost comforting.
“You certainly are a determined slut,” Jeonghan praised. “Go ahead then, show me what your worth.”
You slowly raised yourself off of his cock, now finally able to really show Jeonghan what you were made of. You began to work his cock in and out of your mouth, hollowing it every now and then while one of your hands fiddled with his balls.
If you were insecure about your blowjob abilities, you weren’t with the way that Jeonghan was moaning at your actions. His fingers had settled down around the base of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly when a particularly loud moan left his mouth, a good girl sure to follow.
All it did was make you that much wetter. You were pretty sure that at his point you were literally dripping on his floor, but you didn’t care. As Jeonghan’s cock twitched in your mouth, you felt excitement course through you.
You could tell he was getting close.
You picked up your pace, sucking his cock with even more determination. You could taste the salty precum dribbling from the tip of his cock.
Jeonghan’s fingers suddenly tightened in your hair, and he yanked you up off of his cock. You coughed, trying to catch your breath.
“You’re such a disgusting whore, you want my cum that much?” Jeonghan asked. You whined, your fingers reaching forward trying to wrap back around his dick.
“Please, Jeonghan. I’ve been so good, I deserve it,” you pleaded. He scoffed.
“That’s for me to decide,” he said. “And I don’t think I want to put my cum anywhere then in this-” He gave your pussy a slap- not too hard. It was as if he was testing to see how you would react to it. It was just hard enough for you to yelp and jerk slightly. Jeonghan hummed. “Cunt.”
He pulled you up by the hair, pulling you close to him. He roughly slammed his lips to yours, his mouth sucking your bottom lip into his, his teeth nipping down on it just enough to puff it up.
“You want that? You want me to come in your pathetic cunt?” You were nodding enthusiastically at the question, but Jeonghan barely took note of it before pushing you face down into his bed. He grabbed you by your hips and pulled your ass up so that he could line the tip of his cock to your leaking cunt.
“God, you’re such a little whore. You’re going to make such a mess on my bed. You're dripping all over it.”
You whined, as Jeonghan pressed two of his fingers deep inside of you without any warning. You couldn’t help the way you laid your head to the side, your tits brushing aginst the comforter in a way that made you shiver.
“I wonder if you even really deserve my cock.”
You propped up onto your elbows, turning to look at Jeonghan with large eyes. You had never been with a man that had made you this desperate before in your life. Sure, you loved sex but there was something about Jeonghan that made you a complete different person. All that you could think about was his thick cock and having it pressed deep inside of you.
Just the suggestion of being filled with his cum made your mouth drool and you had never let a stranger fuck you without a condom. But with Jeonghan? It was all you wanted. You felt feral.
“Please Jeonghan I’ve been so good. I need your cock, I need it so bad. I don’t even have to cum I just need your cock in me. I need you to fill me with your cum,” you begged. Jeonghan reached forward, his cock still just brushing your soaking folds. His fingers wrapped around your throat, and he pulled you up by it, momentarily constricting your airways. You gasped desperately as Jeonghan pressed his face to yours.
“You’re so fucking pathetic. Begging a stranger to fill you with cum.”
He pushed you back down on the bed, pressing his hand on your back as to press your ass further in the air.
“But I pity a whore who has done this much and still needs a cock in her. So I’ll humor you.”
Without warning, Jeonghan pushed his cock inside of you, all the way down to the hilt. Your whole body jolted forward before you even realized what had happened and you cried out at the sudden intrusion. You unashamedly practically screamed at every thrust, your fingers digging into Jeonghan’s sheets as he fucked his cock into you.
He didn’t seem to care about the way that you were barely able to keep yourself up on the bed. All he cared about was digging his fingers into your hips to the point at which you knew there would be bruises there the next day.
“God, you’re so fucking loud. Do you know that? Do you really want everyone to know how pathetic you are.”
You didn’t even care how humiliating it was.
“Yes Jeonghan. Fuck your cock feels so fucking good,” you sobbed into his sheets. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Jeonghan snickered.
“I need to see how absolutely pathetic you look right now,” Jeonghan said. He pulled himself out of you and flipped you on the bed. You instantly spread your legs out for him, and he grabbed your thighs to pull you close to him, and without warning reinserted himself inside of you.
He pressed down on your belly fucking you fast and hard. You felt your eyes flutter closed as he fucked you, but it didn’t last long.
“Open your eyes you whore,” he snapped. You felt a slight pain on your cheek, your eyes shooting open as you realized that Jeonghan had lightly slapped you. You felt your walls tighten around Jeonghan’s cock, and a loud moan escaped your lips.
“Oh, you like that?” Jeonghan asked. He laughed and dragged you up and scooped the back of your neck up so that you were forced to look at him dead in the eyes. “You like it when I slap you like the fucking slut you are? You are depraved, you know that? Useless to anything other than being fucked.”
Jeonghan’s other hand lowered to your clit, and he pressed down on it hard.
“You’re going to cum aren’t you?” Jeonghan observed. You wondered what gave it away. The mascara surely running down your face as tears of pleasure left your eyes or the way you were desperately grinding your hips down on Jeonghan’s cock.
“You’re going to cum after being treated like absolutely useless trash.”
You were barely listening to him, lost in the sensation of his fingers on your clit and his cock slamming so deep into your pussy that every few seconds you had to practically scream a moan.
“Open your mouth whore.” You immediately opened it, sticking your tongue out. You watched as Jeonghan leaned forward, spitting into your open mouth. “Now fucking swallow.”
You swallowed obediently.
“Now thank me. Thank me for fucking spitting in your mouth like the whore you are.”
“Thank you,” you blurted out. “Thank you so much for fucking me even though I barely deserve it.”
“You’re self aware,” Jeonghan murmured. He spit again, this time on your cheek and smeared it over your face with another slap. “I’m going to cum, you hear me? And if you want to cum you will only do it after I do.”
You could barely keep yourself conscious, much less control the fact that your orgasm was rapidly approaching.
“And if you do cum before me, I’m going to fucking splatter my semen all over my face and you are going to go back down to that party and explain to everyone that you were bad and you didn’t deserve to have my cum in your cunt, do you hear me?”
You nodded, but it wasn’t enough for Jeonghan. He reached forward and slapped you again, this time harder.
“Thank you,” you cried out, the slap only making it harder not to cum. “I hear you, I understand. Please cum Jeonghan, please fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me, I want it so much.”
You kept babbling, making Jeonghan roll his eyes.
“God you really are so pathetic.”
He pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, momentarily gagging you, but just as he did so you felt warm ropes of cum begin to fill your cunt. You cried around Jeonghan’s fingers, your body shaking as you tried to hold back your own orgasm.
You started to beg against Jeonghan’s fingers again, to the point where he had to remove them as he continued to fuck his cum deep inside of you.
“Please, can I cum now? I need to Jeonghan, I need to cum.”
Jeonghan hummed.
“You think you deserve to? You really think you get to cum on my cock?”
You nodded desperately but it wasn’t enough. All of a sudden Jeonghan pulled away from you. His cock slipping from your pussy. You felt tears rolling even faster down your face as you realized what he was taking away from you. You fell forward to your knees, grabbing at Jeonghan’s thighs as you practically crawled towards him.
“Thank you so much Jeonghan. Thank you for your cum, thank you, thank you,” you babbled incoherently. “But please, I want to cum. I want it so badly.”
“Yeah?” Jeonghan asked, honestly looking bored of you. He leaned down, grabbing you by the hair, ripping your head back roughly. “You think you can handle being choked baby? Think you can come just from my hands wrapped around your neck?”
“I... Please, I need more. Just a little more. Your thigh? Please, can I at least have your thigh?”
Jeonghan sighed, shaking his head.
“Pathetic, absolutely pathetic.”
But still he lifted you up so that you were sat on his thigh and his eyes wrapped around your throat.
“You can’t breath until you cum.”
His fingers tightened around your throat but it didn’t even matter, you found yourself silently screaming Jeonghan’s name as you rolled your hips down on Jeonghan’s thigh, feeling your walls spasm as Jeonghan’s cum leaked out of your swollen pussy.
Jeonghan’s hands loosened around your throat and your forehead fell forward on Jeonghan’s head. You were quick with your thank you’s yet again, fingers squeezing his thigh.
The orgasm was practically painful at the lack of Jeonghan’s cock in your pussy, but you were still thankful to have it at all. You tilted your head up, your nose brushing against Jeonghan’s. You looked up at him, lips curled up into a tired smile.
He hummed looking at you.
“You know what? You did deserve to cum,” he mumbled. He grabbed you by your hips, lowering you back down on his cock. He lifted you up, pressing you against as wall before beginning to rail you again. You were so sensitive but you didn’t even care. You wrapped your arms around Jeonghan’s shoulders, thanking him over and over again until he was cumming deep inside of you again.
“Now cum you pathetic slut. Cum all over my cock.”
You felt both Jeonghan’s cum and your own slick leaking out of your pussy around his cock as another orgasm ripped through you. As soon as you came down from your high, your face fell into Jeonghan’s chest.
“Fuck, Jeonghan, I’ve... I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
Jeonghan pulled you off of his cock, carrying you over to his bed, laying your head down on the pillow.
“Yeah? It wasn’t too much?” He asked you softly. You were surprised by the tone of his voice. You looked up at him, taking note of the gentle look on his face.
It was like he was a completely different person.
“Too much?” You asked with a laugh. “No, I loved every second of it.”
Your face flushed bright red.
“Will I ever admit to anyone the way I let you treat me and how much I liked it?” You asked. “Absolutely not, that goes to my grave but... I would let you do it again.”
Your eyes flickered away from Jeonghan’s but you heard the hum that left his mouth regardless.
“I’m going to draw a bath for you and get you something to drink okay?” Jeonghan said. You whined in protest.
“I don’t want to get up.”
“I don’t care, you need to get cleaned off.”
He looked away from you.
“Are you on birth control? Do you need me to buy you some plan B?”
You waved it off.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay.” You tried to lean up by propping yourself up on your elbows, but you were too weak.
“You can spend the night,” Jeonghan said. “I’ll be back for you in a second.”
You were silently for a second.
“Thank you.”
“It’s the bare minimum,” Jeonghan laughed. “I’ll be back.”
The door shut between him and as you rolled over you were lucky enough to find your phone with a message from Jeongyeon.
Hey, you’re not with Chan? Where’d you get off to?
Your face burned.
Ended up with someone else. Don’t wait up for me.
You let your head fall back down against the fluffy pillow. You certainly hoped that this would not be the last time that you saw Jeonghan.
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“Jeonghan, did you really have to steal Chan’s date like that?” Jun sighed. Jeonghan looked up from his legos, eyebrows high.
“Steal? She came in my room. All I did was what she wanted me to do.”
“It was fine, she wasn’t feeling me,” Chan said dismissively. “Honestly not really my type either.”
“But exactly mine,” Jeonghan said, a smirk crossing his lips. “Jun, if you had told me sooner that Jeongyeon had such a dirty friend, I would have settled for one fuck buddy ages ago.”
Jun groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“And now I know too much about y/n.”
“Now?” Jihoon blurted. “You were lucky. You were downstairs at the party. I could hear every depraved thing Jeonghan said to that girl. And she thanked him for it.”
“As someone at the party,” Soonyoung piped up. “We could hear it too. Please tell me that she’s not a keeper.”
Jeonghan didn’t say anything. He just turned his attention back to his food, but everyone at the table could tell by the smile on his face, that there wouldn’t be much peace in the house the next time y/n was around.
Part Two: The Art of Humiliation
#The fact that I wrote this#IM humiliated#the fact that I had time to write this?#Fucking wild man#Jeonghan fanfiction#Jeonghan fanfic#Jeonghan smut#Yoon Jeonghan#Seventeen fanfiction#Seventeen fanfic#Seventeen smut#svt fanfiction#svt fanfic#svt smut#kpop smut#mean Jeonghan#god you guys don't understand how desperate I am to be treated like this#I don't know what's wrong with me#But I love it so much#Please can we all write more things like this#Anyways Jeongyeon from twice :)#She's so fucking beautiful
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Hiii I have nothing to do at work so of course I have to day dream about different dark!Bucky scenarios (I do not condone cheating but this is really hot to me aaaa)😩 like imagine your husband and Bucky have always had an ongoing rivalry, They worked together, went to college together, hated every ounce of each other. One night you’re at the bar with your friends when Bucky comes over to you and buys you drink after drink after drink, taking you back to his house. He’s throwing you on his bed and ripping your clothes off, kissing you hungrily. “Get ready baby, this is gonna be much tougher than you’re used to.” “Please.” “Yeah? Is he not satisfying you baby? This pretty pussy deserves to be treated right, luckily I’m here now.” He’s so rough with you, fucking you harshly, the dirty talking is driving you crazy. He’s so cocky and cruel, bending you in several different positions and pounding into you for hours. If only you had seen the camera… (part 2??? Bucky making your husband watch the video 😭) -💒
This, a thousand times over 😵💫 and I can just imagine throwing all the stuff at him that you wouldn't dream of doing with your husband. Maybe your husband really doesn't let you explore your fantasies and if you've got one chance to do that, you're determined to take it.
Especially if Bucky is quite a bit rougher than you're used to while still being so respectful. He got the impression that you're not being fucked how you want to be and he wants to give you everything you dream of when you touch yourself. He's not necessarily rough with you because he wants to be. He's rough because that's what you want.
If he's feeling extra filthy too, he'd fuck you in the bed you share with your husband. You're on your hands and knees on the bed, presenting your glistening pussy to him, enjoying the sensation of him smearing your arousal over the tip of his cock.
"Fuck, do you know how bad I want this?" He hums quietly, trailing his leaking tip over your slick folds. "Do you know how badly I want to press inside you? You've made such a mess. Bet you feel like fuckin' Heaven and he doesn't even appreciate it."
With his free hand, Bucky grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing just enough that you feel it hurt.
"Don't want to rush this though." His tip lines up with your entrance, teasing the little fluttering hole and God, you're desperate. "I want to take my time. Want to make sure every time your head hits this pillow, you remember how it feels to have every. Last. Inch of me slip inside you."
You can't have him wait any longer though so you press your hips back onto him, feeling just the tip slide into you. "Good girl, that's it. Fuck yourself on me. You need this, don't you? You need to be fucked right for a change."
He's not wrong. You couldn't stop now, even if you wanted to so you keep going, taking all of him. The weight of him inside you is delightful.
"Oh God, you're perfect. You feel like you were made for me." He doesn't dare move. Instead, he takes a second to just enjoy the wet heat of your body and the snug fit of you around his cock.
"You are. A fucking. Dream." He tests the water with a few shallow thrusts, rutting his tip against the sweet spot inside you. You're so wet, you're convinced you must be dripping onto the sheets and your eyes roll back in your head at the very thought.
This is how sex is supposed to feel. You didn't think you could crave anyone the way you do now. "Buck, please." You whimper, rolling your hips back against him, pressing him as deep inside you as possible. "Don't be gentle."
You hear him groan and feel his fingertips trail down your spine, making you arch your back into the bed. "Is that what you need, sweetheart? Can tell just by looking at you that you need it hard and fast and rough tonight. I'll be gentle with you tomorrow morning, I promise. Gotta work some of that tension out of you first. Bet you haven't cum in months."
You don't like that he can tell so easily but you're not surprised either. The first sharp thrust knocks the air from your lungs but all you hear is a pathetic sob, followed by the crack of a hard spank to your ass and the blossoming, stinging pain he's inflicted.
You're not surprised that it only makes you wetter.
#asks answered <3#💒 anon#becca writes spice#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes smut#I've got no words for what I've just written#I think I made myself dizzy#I want to give this like nine more parts eughhhhhh#and I think I'll definitely give it at least one more#tw: cheating#there's nothing I love more than finding someone you just click with#I usually stick with the same hairdresser#but my hair was sitting weird and I was desperate to get it cut so I went to a different stylist at the same place I usually go to#and we just vibed#she's the coolest#within half an hour we were planning how she's gonna tell the new man she's seeing that she's starting her first round of IVF#We talked the entire 3 hours I was there#and she said she hopes her daughter turns out like me 🥺🥺#like no girl I swear you don't#but that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said
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people like your domestic dabi headcanons because they're the goddamn best, and I hope you feel better about your exam :( but I don't think I've slid something horny in your inbox in a minute, idk how to make people feel better so maybe a distraction will help????💕
Dabi sees you at your desk on a phone call, and at first you think he's being sweet, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a kiss on the top of the head.
That is, until he starts leaving kisses on your neck, and his hands start moving towards your chest. kisses make way to hickeys and he's groping you under your shirt, pinching at your nipples. All the while you're just chatting away on the phone trying to pretend you don't want to gasp. Honestly, you may be doing it on purpose, you DO love when he gets riled up. ..
And it's working, he raises an eyebrow at you and circles your chair. You can see the moment he gets an idea as his eyes light up, putting a finger to his lips and saying "shh" with a smile somewhere on the border of cheeky and devilish.
Since it's just you two at home, half the time neither of you can be bothered to wear pants and that's very clearly working in his favor right now. He kneels in front of your chair, making eye contact with you and starts to run two fingers over your clothed slit, just gently tracing. He has to suppress a groan as he realizes how damp your underwear is getting just from something this simple.
He pushes your underwear to the side, practically salivating at the sight. He gives you no warning as he starts eating you out like a man starved, relentless on your clit. Eventually he adds his fingers and curls them just right to the point he knows you're seeing stars. Soon you do let out a moan..and another.. and another, and he has the most smug look on his face, he doesn't stop until you've come twice back to back and you're shaking, pushing his head away because it's too much.
He looks so proud of himself, you don't know if you have the heart to tell him.....
The phone call ended only a minute or two after he arrived.......
He was so distracted by the task at hand, staring at the beautiful expressions you make, and the delicious way your back arches off the chair, that he never realized you stopped talking.
oh he is so getting you back for this later. But you like when he gets riled up, don't you?
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listen...
LiStEn–
LISTEN—
all this has really no business at all being SO. DAMN. HOT.
and look... LOOK—
+18 MDNI
dabi x fem!reader
the way dabi would be super disappointed, literally pouting, when you tell him that the call had ended right after he came. boy really wanted to put on a show for whoever was on the other side of the device, not caring one bit if they realized you were getting magnificently ate up by your boyfriend, he would actually take pride on it.
but then a little lamp lights up inside his brain: you had played him with that.
how dare you play him with that and then act like it wasn’t a big deal? ohh he was going to get back at you so bad, dabi was going to make you cry.
“since you think mocking me it’s funny, i’ll show you something hilarious.”, the villain threatened with darkened face, eyes filled to the brim with such lust, hunger and dominance that it made you let out a nervous giggle as he got closer to the bed where you were sitting on.
after that warning he has been, first of all, fingering you for good until you weren’t completely drenched, almost making you reach your orgasm but ack–! that’s exactly when he stopped his ministration, leaving you a panting mess.
dabi then started to thrust hard into you, grabbing onto the headboard to push his dick deeper into your sopping pussy, husky groans leaving his mouth past his gritted teethes as your loud moans kept riling him up. when he noticed your walls clenching around his shaft, the raven haired boy stopped his thrusts and slid his cock out of your wetness.
the moment you gave him a confused look, he grinned widely “bad girls don’t get their reward so easily, princess.”, he rested an hand on your hip positioning you on your side before laying behind you, dabi then grabbed your upper leg with one hand lifting it up to stretch your pussy out and without a warning at all he thrust balls deep into you, a choked out moan leaving your throat from that sensation you yearned for coming back, he let out a restrained moan that came into the sound of an hum “god– hmpf! are you listening to yourself? letting out such cute lewd meowls for me– argh! i’m so fucking honored...”, he’s so annoying really, but damn was he doing you so good; the vigorous and lavish drags of his dick long your velvety walls were just so fantastic it made tears build up to your eyeline.
when he angled his hips lower and bucked them up against your ass, the tip of his dick hit right there a spot inside your pussy that completely knocked the air out of your lungs for a few seconds “a-ahh! dabi! ri-right there!”, oh god! yes! that was it! your orgasm has started to building up once more! it was near! so damn close! you were starting to get dizzy from the sensation that was running all over your body, but just when you were about to cream all over his cock, dabi pulled out making you whine loudly and childishly in complaint.
this was the second time he denied you an orgasm! he was seriously being too much right now!
“what is it my precious? are you perhaps feeling... wronged?”, the villain questioned acting like he didn’t know why you just whined, a lifted eyebrow and shit-eating grin on his lips that pissed you off even more. snorting he rolled on his back giving you a cocky stare “if that’s the case, then why don’t you come and get what’s yours?”, at that clear challenge you felt peeved by the tone with which he said it, resting your eyes on his erected dick though you completely melted and nearly drooled at the sight of your juices coating it so beautifully, pussy clenching around nothing as you crawled to him and threw a leg over his waist, straddling him.
“stop mocking me...”, you blurted pouting with deeply frowned eyebrows resting your hands over his abs, hips lifted, ready to lower yourself on his manhood and finally reach your precious climax. dabi smirked wolfishly as he rested his palms on your waist, holding tight onto it “serves you right... baby!”, he growled at the end before slamming his whole shaft inside of you so hard that you tumbled forward, falling onto his chest with a loud moan as he thrusted at relentless pace inside of you while his face was now buried on your neck, dabi’s hot breath fanning it before he licks it, leaves a brief kiss and then starts sucking onto the skin harshly.
you nearly choked on your spit when he added to all of it a spank that made your ass cheek burn, then suddenly— the ringtone of your phone went off from the bedside table where it was resting on.
he turned to it with a pissed expression, while you stared in its direction not actually seeing whatever your hazy eyes were looking at, too focused on the tip of your boyfriend’s dick hitting repeatedly your cervix and busy letting slurred moans run past your gaping mouth, tongue slightly lolling out from all the overwhelming pleasure.
the raven haired boy then had a brilliant idea that made a brief laugh come out of the back of his throat, a thrilled smirk curling up his lips as he grabbed your phone never stopping thrusting into you.
that made you snap out immediately from the limbo you were in, until now, and look at him alarmed “no–! wait! ahhn! dabi don’t–! it’s my b-oh-ss!”, shit, he was smirking full teethes now, that wasn’t a good sign, at all.
“if you answer him without moaning through out the whole call, i’ll let you orgasm.”, dabi instructed pressing his thumb onto the accepting call button, intensifying his gaze on you as he continued “on the contrary, if you let out even just a little tiny moan, i’ll edge you all night sweetie.”, he cackled at your horrified expression as his hips gave a particular sharp thrust that made you restrain a moan, scrunched up pained face as the pleasure was about to make you let out a sob “three, two, one– go.”, at that you widened your eyes, cursing through your teethes as he accepted the call giving the device to you.
“h-hello? yes– i’m free right now...”, at your answer dabi snorted, getting a glare and silent scowl from you that faded away immediately as he slowed his pace, dragging slowly his dick long your walls in smooth waves, making your brain all mushy “i put that document– in the main folder... i’m sure of it yeah...”, you kept answering panting silently while leaning closer to dabi’s face, heart-shaped eyes completely dazed as they looked back into his turquoise lusty ones, your hips moving to meet his thrust making his breath hitch inside his throat “yes– that one...”, the villain sticked out his tongue licking your upper lip squeezing one of your butt cheeks while his other hand slid to the small of your back, feverish gaze glued to yours “yes... i copied it in the usb too...”, you kept answering, but his slow thrusts were so not enough for your sexual appetite right now that in that moment you just couldn’t control your face anymore; you looked straight into dabi’s eyes pleading him with yours, eyebrows trembling from how needy you were, while biting down on your bottom lip.
then your walls clenching around him like a vice, made the boy’s last nerve snap and in a metter of second “wooah?!” “y/n? everything good there?”, dabi flipped you over, your back pressed against the mattress while your hand’s grip loosened around the phone, his index right away going on the red button “that’ll be all boss-san~”, beep, the call was done and your legs were now over his shoulders as he started to pound roughly into you groaning, your moans finally filling up the room once again, even louder than before.
his half-lidded eyes looked down your way, so beautifully spread under him as you whimper and moan his name, completely drunk on his cock.
god he adores that lovestruck look inside your eyes so fucking much.
“good girl, i’m gonna reward you all night.”
and so he did.
#kelin responds#answered#🎃 anon#bnha smut#mha smut#dabi smut#touya todoroki smut#bnha x reader#mha x reader#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#GODDAMN GUYS—#this was so hot to write and like– yeah... dabi's annoying competitive ass would do this AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT.#he would fuck you all night in every position possible fr... i don't make the rules this is simply how it is 🤭💕#and thanks 🎃 for always being here and sending in such interesting asks all the time 😘
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The Gorsimp Chronicles - Chapter 1
Gortash x Tav | Explicit
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A slightly (and with slightly we mean: completely) alternate AU in which Gortash had a twin brother Horatio: A true gentleman, a kind and vulnerable version, alike in looks but oh so different in personality. Horatio accidentally died facing the Netherbrain, allowing Enver to live his life out as Horatio Gortash. But there's one person who he couldn't fool. The only person who matters.
If you want to read plenty of hot smut and mindblowing sex and two people being madly in love, you've come to the right fic. If you want to read a lot of drama and angst, you're also at the right place. You're only wrong here if you're expecting canon-Gorty.
This fic is written by @bloodlessbhaalbabe (writing Enver's POV mostly) and @bearhugsandshrugs (writing Tav's POV mostly). Sections separated by dividers signify a POV change.
Enver couldn’t believe his luck when he ran into Tav in one of the raunchiest sex parties in all of Baldur’s Gate.
He hadn’t been able to help himself. While he’d been posing as his dead twin brother Horatio for several months now, something had lured him back here, into his own old ways, seeking an adventure with a stranger. Instead, he’d found Tav. They had been flirtatious for months back when they were preparing to fight the Netherbrain. Back when Enver still had been the Archduke. But then Horatio (and with him the gentler, kinder of the two) had died on the day of the Netherbrain fight – taking Enver's place as Horatio had done so many times before, not thinking anything of it. Neither of the twins had expected what would happen that day: Horatio, posing as Enver, dead. Tav, not knowing they had exchanged places, mourning his loss.
Enver and her had been friendly, even flirty, the months leading up to that fateful day – and Tav had been a constant fixture, someone he’d gotten along with, that he’d liked, more than he had probably ever admitted to himself. Neither of them had ever acted on it.
Now that she’d bumped into him, eyes wide as she took him – or better: "Horatio" – in, he breathed in deeply and squeezed the hand that was offered to him in a type of overly formal greeting. The words that stumbled out of his mouth didn't make sense, but they were true. “I’ve missed you terribly.”
“Missed me? I don’t think we’ve been that acquainted”, Tav replied, confused. “Unless you want to count exchanging a nod across a funeral and reoccuring run-ins with Enver accompanying you as that.”
There was a brief moment in which she wondered if this was actually Horatio, the particular spark in his eyes seeming overly familiar, but she pushed the thought away.
Enver blinked a moment realizing his mistake. He opened and closed his mouth trying to come up with a way to save this. “I– um… I mean… I have seen you around when you were with… Enver. You have a profound presence about you that's not easy to miss.”
He cleared his throat and let go of Tav’s hand.
“My apologies for the confusion, but it is good to see you again and even better to meet you… At least officially and not due to unfortunate circumstances.”
Enver played with his ring, his old ring, spinning it around his finger. He was never nervous, never vulnerable, but posing as Horatio allowed himself to feel those unpleasant feelings without the fear of being seen as weak, and he was grateful to be able to fall back on his brother’s tender heart especially now.
His Tav stood before him and he couldn’t afford to be swept away; at least not yet.
Raising an eyebrow, Tav couldn’t help but chuckle. “Meet… ‘officially’?” She looked around, watching people fawn over each other, grope, touch, press, suck at each other; all while the low hum of the music set the tone for the raunchy party they were at.
“I’m curious to know what ‘unofficially’ looks like for you, then.”
She hadn’t taken Horatio for someone to attend these types of gatherings. At least not alone. Not without an agenda. Not without Enver there–
She stopped herself, unwilling to continue that thought. They were here now. That, in no small part, had been Enver’s doing, no matter how horrific the rest of his persona had been. Horrific. And intriguing. She’d grieved him terribly after he had died, unwilling to believe the universe would play such cruel jokes on her. For months she had had a crush on Enver, and just when the Netherbrain was to be defeated, he died. With too many things having remained unsaid, unacted on.
Meanwhile, in the present, Enver smirked and leaned back against the wall. He cocked his head to the side as his eyes slid down Tav’s body taking in every curve accentuated by her tight leather clothing.
“Unofficial would be more along the lines of going into one of those rooms with the glory hole,” Enver nodded toward the back rooms before dropping his voice to a low, rumble, “or allowing someone to come up and take you from behind without introducing themselves first.”
Enver licked his lips and remembered his character. He smiled, his eyes squinting much like his brother’s would have. “However, I am a gentleman and prefer to make it known to the person I may be pursuing.”
Enver grappled with his personal desire of wanting to immediately make it known to Tav about who he was and who was actually gone. If anyone found out that the real Enver was alive and it had been Horatio who had perished, he would be hunted for his crimes against the city. Even if he knew he could trust Tav, he couldn’t bear to put her in that position. She already had seen the loss of Enver once and he couldn’t make her go through that again.
“If you’re a gentleman, then what are you doing here?”, Tav smirked.
Enver shrugged and looked around the room. Truthfully, it was a glimpse at his past and he'd been hoping to indulge himself a little bit. It had been a few months since he was pronounced dead and buried. Soon his name and everything he had hoped to become would fade. He knew that there was a possibility of anonymity at these parties where no one cared what your face looked like or who you resembled.
“In truth, I knew Enver frequented these places and, as messed up as it sounds, I was hoping to come here and experience his old life. To try and connect myself to him,” Enver replied with an exhale. “It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I did run into you, so perhaps things are looking up?”
Enver did not mean to sound so needy for Tav, but everytime he opened his mouth it seemed as though his mind couldn’t help but flirt with her.
A blush spread on Tav’s face as she listened to Horatio’s murmurs. She’d never taken him to be so smooth and.. Interesting? But here she was, staring at him even though the place was full of men – and women – with less baggage than the brother of the dead tyrant.
Enver and her had never acted on the tension that had formed between them, but she’d found him attractive, and seeing his twin brother now just reminded her of how much she still craved his body.
Catching herself, she rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You almost sound as if you’re coming onto me, Horatio.” Then, after a short pause, and another sip from her drink to gather some more courage, she added: “Are you? Coming onto me?”
Enver raised his eyebrows. It couldn’t be this easy. Could it have been so easy when he was alive? Enver bit his lip and smirked. “Not yet, but I could be persuaded.”
Downing the rest of her drink in one go, Tav briefly considered her options. Hooking up with her late crush’s twin was exactly the bad idea that a night like this demanded. So…
She stepped up a little closer to Horatio, leaning in so close that her warm breath reflected back on his skin. “Hmm”, she sighed into his ear, “in that case, tell me what works better: the carrot or the stick?”
Accentuating her question, she dragged her index finger down his chest, hooking it into the messy laces of his shirt, vaguely reminding her of someone…
Enver’s hands automatically rested on either side of Tav’s hips. His fingers gripped firmly against her leather trousers. He stared down at her as she leaned closer to him; grateful she couldn’t hear how loud his heart pounded in his ears. He pushed down a shiver that ran up his body as her fingers playfully pulled at his messy shirt laces.
A loud cackle pulled him from his thoughts and he looked around the room. Not here, he thought. Tav deserved something more, something better than to be fucked publicly in front of everyone despite the idea compelling him to do so. No. Tav would be his and his alone. At least for tonight.
“For you? As you’re dangling the carrot right in front of my face?” Enver smirked and leaned down until their noses brushed against each other. “You’re holding the stick, my dear. I’d follow you anywhere.”
Enver pulled away and wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Come with me?”
She made the decision in a split second, then whirled around and hurried out the room, down the stairs, and out of the building; Horatio holding onto her wrist tightly. This was a really bad idea but Tav didn’t care – it felt as if somehow fate had presented her with another chance of getting what she wanted, who she wanted.
Once they reached the dim lit street, his hold on her loosened and they stood outside, staring at each other in silence for a brief moment.
Where should they go? Her place was on the other side of the city. But maybe they didn’t need a room. Maybe they didn’t even need a bed. Glancing sideways she took in the empty back alley, sufficiently secluded and, most importantly, close enough so that she was moderately certain she wouldn’t lose her courage halfway through.
“If you want me to come with you, you better start with the foreplay now”, she nodded towards the side, grinning. “You don’t seem like the patient type.”
Enver pulled her down the alleyway by her wrist and pressed her up against the wall. He grabbed her other wrist and held them over her head. Again he leaned in close to her, almost as though he was teasing himself before allowing himself to taste her.
“You’ve talked to me for all of five minutes and you think you can read me?” Enver whispered in a low rumble. His hands slid down her arms until they were cupping her face. “You’re right, though. I’ve never been a patient man. But I do like to take my time.”
Enver pressed a thigh in between Tav’s legs and pulled her against his lips, soft at first, but quickly deepened as his need to touch her, to taste her grew within him. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip begging for more.
Tav sighed against Horatio’s mouth, fighting with herself to keep her eyes open and not just surrender into his touch. When he pulled back his head just ever so slightly, she chased his mouth with her lips, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, playfully pulling it towards her.
She could feel his body crush against her in turn, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants and her hips. He smelled good, and oh so familiar, and she wondered briefly if that very specific scent ran in his family.
“You talk a lot”, Tav sighed when he still wouldn’t kiss her back, leaving her hanging between teases and nibbles, “is there actually anything to back that up?”
Enver let out a small gasp as his lip was bitten. He grabbed her by the throat and turned her head to the side, then mouthed his way down her jaw to her neck. His teeth grazed against her sensitive skin, pulling slightly, and sucking until he left a mark. His thoughts were hazy as she teased him. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Same old Tav, he thought.
In one quick motion, he dropped down to his knees. His hands pushed up her shirt exposing her stomach. His mouth latched onto her as he kissed down her torso. He looked up at Tav as his fingers dug into the waistband of her pants, pulling slightly.
“I’m thinking of one way you could shut me up and make use of my mouth,” Enver replied, his hot breath cascading over her lower belly with each heavy pant. His cock pressed up against his own trousers as he nuzzled his face against Tav. Waiting for her to tell him he could take what he wanted.
“Fuck”, Tav breathed out, scanning the still empty alley one last time. She’d never expected Enver’s twin to be so similar to him, and the way he looked up at her sent her heart into a frantic rhythm. Undoing the buckle of her belt with shaky fingers she worked on freeing herself from her suddenly too tight leather pants, pushing them down together with her panties, exposing herself to him.
The air was cool against her skin, and his hands on her made her shudder, her body reacting involuntarily, instinctively, to the man before her.
“Get to work then”, she said hoarsely, “if you’re any good… maybe I’ll let you fuck me after all.”
He didn’t care if anyone saw them at this point. He chuckled softly at her last remark and pushed her legs apart as much as he could with them being constrained by her leather trousers.
“Anything for you, Tav,” Enver mumbled as he nuzzled against her folds. His tongue spread them apart as his fingertips dug into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her closer to him. He moaned as he flicked his tongue against her clit, holding her up as he felt a shudder from his ministrations. How he craved to feel her entire weight surrounding his face as she ground her hips against him for her pleasure, but this would have to do. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive nerves in an unknown alphabet spelling out poetry against her skin.
Each caress of his tongue encouraged the beautiful whimpers and moans to escape Tav’s lips. He'd missed her. He wanted her. He craved her.
Tav’s hands found his head, moving them in sync to her core grinding against his face. He felt good on her, greedy and maddeningly patient, and she felt like she was on fire, burning up from the inside.
She closed her eyes, giving herself into the sensations, and she couldn’t help but think of the man whose smug looks and mocking words kept echoing through her mind, pulling her attention towards what was, what could have been.
This didn’t feel like a different man, this felt like it was meant to be, and she stifled a moan as she remembered a moment between Enver and her, too intimate to be simply an innocent association. Enver, no, Horatio was using his tongue so cleverly she felt her breathing pick up speed, and it was not long until all she could do was pant helplessly against the concrete wall he’d backed her up against.
“I…”, she wanted to let him know she was close, wanted him, needed him to stand up and fuck her, but he wasn’t letting up, wasn’t slowing down–
“Enver, stop”, she moaned, pulling at his head, trying to lift him up.
Enver paused for half a second before doubling down. To hear Tav say his name after all this time? Tav knew better – he didn't stop at anything until he got what he wanted. He smiled as he tightened his grip on her thighs, hard enough to leave bruises under each finger tip. He could only moan in response, to let it be known, he had no intention of stopping until he got his reward.
His tongue slid over her clit and circled it with expert precision. The pulling of his hair only pushed him deeper inside of her. He could feel she was close as her body shook and legs began to fail her.
She realized as soon as he didn’t stop. Horatio would never… Enver, on the other hand, absolutely would.
Fuck.
The thought of Enver actually eating her out, pleasuring her, devoting himself to her, pushed her over the edge as the onslaught of sensations wouldn’t let up. Tav’s knees gave out as she shuddered underneath his tongue, her mouth sobbing out incomprehensible curses mixed with his name.
When he pulled back for air, his face wet with her slick and a knowing smirk on his face, a sudden surge of energy made her shove him away from her, his body falling backwards.
Chest heaving and cheeks flushed, Tav couldn’t believe her eyes when she finally realized: This wasn’t Horatio. This was Enver.
“You fucking liar”, she panted, slowly calming down, “don’t think you’ll get anything else from me.”
Enver slid onto his back and exhaled with a smile, bringing his thumb up to the side of his mouth to suck and get one last taste of her. He hummed with approval and looked over at Tav. His legs spread out as he propped himself up onto his elbows in the middle of the alley.
“I never lied. You made the assumption and I went with it. You’d really fuck my brother? That’s low,” Enver said with a huff of laughter. “I didn’t realize you missed me, Tav. I sure missed you.”
“Made the assumption?! We buried you”, Tav scoffed in disbelief. She suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed, so she hurried to pull up her pants, getting dressed again. While she was overjoyed that Enver was still alive, she was also confused, and embarrassed, and hurt; and she didn’t look back when she hurried back home.
If he wanted her, even just for a night, he would have to put in more work than that. Tav sighed when she got back to her room in the Elfsong, taking off her boots and clothes, changing into something more comfortable almost immediately so she could hide under the covers of her bed, pushing away all thoughts of that damned mouth on her cunt.
#enver gortash#bg3 smut#tavtash#gortash x tav#this is a 130k word fic and it's been my happy place for a while#so i hope you'll enjoy this as much as we do#it's verging into crackfic territory but i literally don't care Gorsimp is life#he loves tav so much it's ridiculous#gorsimp
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happy aro week to everyone who celebrates. give your local aro a hundred dollars to compensate for their suffering (me).
#i've been thinking a lot about aromaticism lately ... ! perfect time for it to coincide with aro week.#➤ ooc. ┊ she’s nauseous，she’s hysterical，and she’s exhausted.#i've been seeing quite a lot of posts lately that .. hm. speak on romance in fiction / the habit of shipping / writing romance and sex#from a perspective of 'oh; think of the aros!' 'we hate shipping-focused fandom!'#well one thing about me love to make characters have insane sex. i do not follow these practices in my own life.#i tend to find real-life discussions of sex and romance generally unpleasant; but this is something you sort of just have to deal with.#but i love shipping. air that i breathe. i love to read romance. and full-m smut. love to write or draw them kissing.#i also like when characters murder each other ; or talk to ghosts ; or drive without seatbelts ; i should note i also#don't practice these things or in most cases condone them!#to me – this is just another aspect of fiction that is separate to my real-life experience. it's no more inherently#positive or negative than anything else characters do.#i don't find love to be something that is fundamental to the human condition but it is a big; broad human story. and a compelling one!#anyways. that's my speech. thanks for the on-sale chocolate allos.
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We Could Be Anything
My contribution to the 5sos Friends to Lovers Fest 2024 hosted by Hazel @5sos-fic-fest !
Muke/Explicit/14k words/College AU
Summary: It’s become a habit now, a routine, almost normal for Luke to find himself outside of his dorm room, on the wrong side of the door, in the middle of the night on a weeknight. It was the third time this week (and it was only Wednesday) that Luke had been sexiled from his own dorm room by his roommate Calum. But he had to admit, Luke didn't mind being exiled nearly as much as he let on, because it meant that he got to spend time on the floor above. With Michael.
OR: college AU where Luke's sexile from his dorm room leads him to Michael's room instead; from the floor to the bed, from friends to lovers
You can read it here on AO3!
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Whiskey & Wine
Author: @justhere4thevibez
Rating/Warning: Explicit
Chapter Count: 17/17
Description: (a now undetermined number of) days of kinky antics from our favorite switchy couple.
Tags: Alternate universe- 17 beautiful chapters of smut, plot? we don't know her, only know smut, idiots in love, established relationship, just these tags got me HOT, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: completed
#Alternate universe- 17 beautiful chapters of smut#plot? we don't know her#only know smut#idiots in love#established relationship#just these tags got me HOT#alternating POV#multiple chapters#status: completed#eddie munson#eddissy#eddie and chrissy#eddie x chrissy#chrissy deserved better#eddsy#munningham#chreddie#hellcheer#stranger things#chrissy cunningham
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Do you think Henry would be open to having a threesome or do you think he would be one of those people who’s too possessive for that ?
as someone who is not entirely sexually charged in the first place, i think he simply wouldn't want something like that. he isn't too great of a fan of intimacy by default, let alone sexual relations — i think sex with one person alone would suffice if not burden him, and the idea of being joined by another party therefore wouldn't appeal to him whatsoever.
i don't think it would have anything to do with jealousy. his egomania and hubris would convince him that his partner wouldn't want anyone else, and that he'd always be superior to anyone they'd had before or ever will have (same). in short: he would be too far up his own ass to ever consider you wanting someone else, or being with someone else. he knows he's good at what he does, and knows you're enjoying it enough not to seek it anywhere else.
therefore, i don't think henry would ever want to engage in a threesome. in a sober state, that is. i mean, we do have the notion of a moresome having transpired during the bacchanal... which henry participated in... the thought of which makes me want to forget the book... but then again, they were all on god-knows-what and therefore higher than the clouds. based on this (unfortunately canonical) assertion, i guess he could dabble into sexual activity with multiple partners whilst extremely inebriated and his cognitive state thus severely compromised, but this is a bit of a dubious concept.
in a sober, stoic, regular state, however — no. not even with camilla, let alone any of the guys. yes, he's self-assured, but he wouldn't want the idea of his ability threatened in any way; he wouldn't want to be compared to anyone.
#henry winter imagine#henry winter x reader#henry winter thirst#henry winter smut#indulgent thoughts#astrum asks#i genuinely think jealousy wouldn't even be a part of it#i mean i don't think he's generally a jealous person#after all he just sat back and watched someone he loved have relations with her own twin brother#i mean did he say anything? he absolutely did not#or not that we know of#but he wouldn't
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All I gotta say, is that if my writing is making MY eyebrows raise, y'all are in for a TREAT.
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Person A: I have a lot of thoughts—
Person B: —and half of them is you wanting to fuck me. Or the other way around, I’m flexible.
Person A: Yes— wait, no, that’s not what I— what is wrong with you—
#writing prompt#dialogue prompt#enemies to lovers#smut prompt#we lOVE to see it#no i don't want that BUT ALSO-
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just needed to say but its 100% ok to write characters out-of-character.
if you craft a version of a character that is completely different from the canon character its not necessarily bad writing and that fact alone doesn't make you a bad writer in any capacity.
its ok to use a preexisting character as a starting place to write your own characters even if you're not changing names or changing a lot about them. I've read and adored a bunch of fics where the characters are definitely not like they are in canon and if i saw that version of the character in the show id be so confused. but I'm decidedly not watching the show, im reading your fic and im completely immersed in your version of the character.
using characters as a vessel to make your own story based on your own experiences is not in any way inferior to writing fix-its of canon or adhering exclusively to canon characterizations. not everyone will enjoy it or read it because no tropes or ways of writing will appeal to everyone, but there will always be someone that enjoys your work and appreciates what you do.
writing is fucking difficult no matter which angle you choose to take. and theres no trope or plot or personal experience that you can't write for any character because there are no laws of writing that say you have to stick to your source material.
its still a good idea to tag if you're characters don't adhere to canon characterizations just because like any trope your reader wants to be able to know what they'll be reading beforehand (and it'll help clarify that the mischaracterization is not an accident you forgot to edit but just how you chose to write this character)
basically your writings are still good and valid even if it wouldn't happen in the show. in some cases "they wouldn't do that in the show" is a damn compliment.
#i wrote this with steddie in mind but it applies to most anything methinks#because i canon characterization for steve and fanon don't always line up but that's not a problem#i love that we like exploring different possibilities for his character from what his parents are like to his relationship with the party#and this applies to smut too it doesnt fucking matter how you wanna write it cause we havent seen them have gay sax so its not like we know#and even if we did it doesn't matter! write them however you want dammit#and especially when writing about serious stuff like if you're projecting your experience with eds or chronic pain or abuse or depression#onto a character who doesn't explicitly have that experience#sharing your experience realistically does more good for you and the readers than trying to make the character canon-compliant#and not to say everyone has to like the thongs you write. no writing will make everyone happy. even the most critical acclaimed works dont#make everyone happy (there are people who don't like arcane for crying out loud and thats the most exceptional/adored show I've ever seen)#steddie tumblr#because those are the only fic i read these days#and we have a lot of different popular tropes that aren't canon compliant and i want you guys to know you're epic and cool#fic writing#writing rambles#writing rant#writing positivity#devon thinks sometimes
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