#filthy smut mayhaps
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help me and my idiot wizard husband
... should I start writing for Gale? (and astarion ofc that goes without question)
#filthy smut mayhaps#or the fluff you'll never know once finishing his route?#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate gale
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foxfaced, dragonhearted - oneshot.
dark, mean prince regent aemond x wife reader
for my 200 followers poll, i've actually had this one cooking for a while so i'm happy this option won! this is absolutely filthy, i'm sorry in advance.
word count: 2.4k
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content: slight dub-con, smut (specifics below cut), angst, mean aemond, toxic relationship, like in no way is this healthy, good god, smut with little plot, reader is described being from riverlands w/ auburn hair and brown eyes, no use of y/n, not beta read, i literally went into a haze writing this there are probably mistakes
tonight you belong to me - patience & prudence • vampire - olivia rodrigo
warnings: p in v, choking, breath play, dom/sub, degradation, creampie, cockwarming, orgasm denial, breeding, aemond is so mean here thats its own damn warning
Aemond knew what he wanted and the sacrifices that needed to be made to get such things. He wanted a dragon, it took an eye to get it. He wanted the Conqueror’s crown, it took his brother being burnt to get it. He wanted a legacy that would surpass his lifetime, etched into the very being of Westeros itself. The sacrifice needed for this would be to chain himself to a woman he likely wouldn’t be interested in.
That is where you came in.
You were sweet, he supposed. Sweet in a way that made his teeth ache. Sweet in a way akin to a mouse and how it looked up at the cat just before his jaws snapped around the mouse’s head.
He didn’t need to like you. Many marriages were forged in dislike or just plain indifference, set to a mutual goal. He supposed your mutual goal was children. All he needed was to use you as a vessel, a womb for his seed to take hold.
You poor thing, you didn’t really understand that he didn’t truly care for you. You were nice enough looking, of course– hair that reminded him of autumn leaves, always styled in some intricate style with half a hundred braids, dozens of pins and decorative pearls. You reminded Aemond of a fox, dark eyes against muted auburn fur, lips always pursed, sniffing the air in search for hounds on your tail. You certainly were a skittish, jittery little thing.
The marriage was a quick affair, done at the Sept two days after Aemond wore the Conqueror’s crown for the first time. You weren't a part of some major house, all of the major houses were too close, too greedy, their breaths hot against his neck as they shoved their wedable daughters at him. The last thing he wished for was to be indebted to some trivial lord who thought his name elevated him to the same stratosphere as Aemond– a paltry lady of some low house bred in the Riverlands would do just fine, he expected his Valyrian seed to dominate any of their week genes anyhow.
He had met you once before, many years ago before he lost his eye. When he was forced to tag along on some meager diplomacy meeting with his grandsire– he remembers it as being forced, but in reality, he wished to attend. What else was a second son with no dragon to do? – and you had been there, hiding behind your father’s trousers. You had been wearing a blue dress, he remembered this distinctly, as it stood out against the ruby red of the apple you had offered him.
Aemond had tried to speak with you, but you only communicated in nods and soft noises– something you only partially grew out of. He never understood why he remembered this girl, as you were insignificant in the seas of faces he’s met over his life. Mayhaps it was your quiet nature that he remembered, something that, now at his age and state of mind, struck him as malleable, easy to mold into what he needed you to be.
And so it shall be.
–
It was about two and a half moons after your marriage, he returned from a late council meeting. Rubbing his eye, feeling the familiar thrum of pain right behind the socket, he was already in a particularly sour mood. The council meeting had gone south, ending in most of the lords bickering over one another like children.
It irritated Aemond to no end, the strain of an oncoming headache ever looming. He still struggled with intense pain from his eye, or rather, his socket and severed nerves. The pain was debilitating at times and if anyone dared to test his patience when it was particularly bad, he would snap at them like a cornered animal, no matter who it was.
Raising his head, he noticed the hearth was still going strong, multiple candles still lit in the solar, despite it being late at night. The now familiar crop of auburn hair was peeking from behind the couch— his wife was usually never up this late.
“Why are you still awake, wife?” he asked as he took off his gloves, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“… reading. I was waiting for you.” you murmured in your usual hushed tone, the sound of your book closing was louder than your voice.
“I told you not to do that. It’s unnecessary.” he grunted in response, undoing the latches of his leather doublet.
“I-I don’t mind it… I just sleep a bit easier…” you continued, no doubt twiddling the end of your braid between your fingers— an anxious habit.
“You need proper rest. I won’t have my wife looking like a sleepless, sloven mess,” Aemond chastised, discarding his shirt. “Now, what are you reading?” he was becoming increasingly irritated with you, feeling as if he had to force you to take care of yourself and unlatch you like a leech from him. When you looked upon him with your wide eyes filled with uncertainty and fear, he felt the overwhelming urge to wrap his fingers around your throat and squeeze until you passed out or mayhaps went limp, like a doll.
“Oh,” you slid the book towards him on the side table, it was a book on the history of Old Valyria and its language, usually used for children to begin speaking it. “Nyke j-jaelagon… naejot ēdrugon… va ao.” I wish to sleep next to you.
Aemond’s brow furrowed. “What use do you have to learn High Valyrian, wife? Issa dōna ābrazȳrys mijegon nykeā notion isse zȳhon bartos, wanting naejot gūrēñagon mirros ziry daor.” My sweet wife without a thought in her head, wanting to learn something she cannot.
You reached for the book, your comprehension not skilled enough yet to pull what Aemond was saying to you. Before you could grab it, he slammed his hand down on the book, effectively snatching it from your grasp. You pouted her bottom lip. “I want to learn… mayhaps it might bring us closer together.”
Aemond scoffed, the sound sending a sting of pain right into the core of your chest. “We are as close as we need to be, little one. We are married in the eyes of Gods and men and we fulfill our marital duty by trying to produce heirs, hm?” He placed the book back on the shelf. “This nonsense of wanting to be closer is moot. I won’t hear of it anymore.”
A glaze of sorrow flashed through your eyes before you got up from the couch, tightening the housecoat around your shoulders.
“Come to bed,” he said, moreso as a command than a suggestion. “I know you are cold, ābrazȳrys.” Wife.
You made a small noise of discernment, crawling into bed after him.
He looped his arms around you, pressing you to his bare chest. He radiated heat like a furnace and was quick to warm you up– you were always so cold, he noted. He surely hoped that your children together would inherit his fiery blood and not the weak-willed, uninsulated Andal blood you possessed.
Aemond bounced from being indifferent to you, paying you no more mind than a maid or a whore, to needing you, every part of you. He didn’t see you as a person, moreso an extension of himself, latched onto his body until he consumed you entirely, your bones fusing together as one. To him, you were a doll or plaything to entertain him, testing the mettle of your will, to see if you were of poor craftsmanship and would break. He had always broken his toys as a child.
You could tell by the rhythm of his breathing, he wasn’t going to sleep just yet– you’d become very attuned to his moods, his small intakes of air against your neck causing your skin to prickle into goosebumps. His lips ghosted over your throat, one of his arms coming up to wrap near the base of your windpipe, not yet applying pressure, but the threat was there.
No, it wasn’t so much as a threat than it was a promise– he quite liked applying pressure to your airways when you coupled, his lone violet eye centered intently on yours as they went from wide to half-lidded, soft whimpers of pleading to stop, sometimes for more, more. He relished in holding your very life in his hands and you let him.
“Mayhaps I should get you a collar, wife,” he hummed, his voice husky and deep, reverberating deep within your chest as your heart pounded. “But I think you like my hands much better, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” you breathed, the small swallowing bob of your throat felt against the palm of his hand, causing him to grin. “... I fancy them– on my tender neck… between my legs…” you responded, feeling slightly bold at the notion you put forth. The heat of his body permeated your skin, warming your core into an ever familiar feeling.
Aemond all but growled at your comment, positioning the both of you to where you were laying with your back upon him, as if you were lazing upon him like a chair. “Feeling courageous tonight, are we? No matter, my dear, you will break all the same,” his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. “Like every night before, and every night to come– your life is in my hands,” he enunciated this with a squeeze to your neck, eliciting a small mewl from you. “Is it not? Say it.”
“M-my life– belongs to you, husband,” you managed to squeak out.
“Not husband, not now. You know the rules.”
“M-my king, your grace,” you rephrased quickly.
He clicked his tongue in slight admonishment. “A bit slow on the take tonight, little one,” Aemond muttered, slotting his leg between yours and kicking your thighs apart. “Keep them open.” his voice was dripping with something between venom and sticky sweet honey. He felt akin to a God every time he was in the sky, every time he sat the throne with the crown on his head, and every time he rested his hand on your pretty little throat as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside of you so easily, so free of resistance. “So slick for me, just from the smallest of chokes– fucking whore.” he hissed, starting a slow, deliberate pace as his hips met against your bottom. The pair of you were like two threads, intertwined with his legs pretzeling around yours, keeping you spread open.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to bully that sensitive, spongy spot within you– but you craved so much more, feeling waves of heat emanate from your sensitive bud as it screamed at your brain, begging to be touched. You made the critical error, thinking your husband was too focused on his own pleasure to notice you going for your own, as your hand slowly descended between your legs, rubbing small circles upon your pearl.
How wrong you were.
His arm came up further, his bicep pressing to the bottom of your chin, his free palm slapping your hand away from yourself. “Are you truly fucking stupid tonight, wife?” he spat, stilling his thrusts. “When did I say you could touch yourself? Have I fucked you stupid already?” Aemond huffed in frustration. “My poor, dumb wife– you cannot do anything right, can you?” he slid you off of him, then flipped over to loom atop you, taking both of your hands within one of his, his large hand encapsulating your wrists with ease, trapping them above your head.
You sniffed, tears welling at your lash line, threatening to spill– not just from his downright mean admonishments, but from your stolen gluttony, your pleasure stolen so close to the precipice. “‘M sorry, your grace,” you cried, “Forgive me.”
“You’re lucky you have such a sweet cunt,” Aemond mused, his immodest and downright sinful language going straight to your core as he nestled inside of you once more, menacing atop you like a darkening cloud. “I forgive you– and will even pleasure you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come?”
You nodded fervently, your lamenting tears spilling over and running down your cheeks.
“I’m feeling quite generous, then– I’ll let you. If you beg me.”
“P-please–” you blubbered, “Please let me come, my king.”
A sickly smirk came over his face once more as he pushed forward again, not bothering with the slow and meticulous pace he had before. His hips slammed into yours as he surged into you, as if you were nothing more than a cocksleeve for his pleasure. And yet, and yet– his hand didn’t move to the apex of your legs, chasing his own high before he would give into yours.
“Aemond, please, please– please touch me, f-fuck, your grace– my k-king, please!” you were all but wailing now, half in ecstasy and half in pure beseechment, pleading for just some semblance of the lecherous, stimulating and lewd sensation that only he could give you.
He took mercy on you, the pad of his thumb zeroing in on your leaking folds, giving your clit a cheeky pinch. It was a delightful pain– that was what being with Aemond was, what it came down to. Every waking moment with him was thrilling, sublime, agonizing, unending torture– and you fucking loved it.
Your mouth hung open, you were sobbing freely now, your lips quirked into a euphoric and maddened smile. “Thank you, tha-nk you, t-thank you, I love you, I love you,” you gasped, your lungs ballooning with air as you begged him further, “P-please, around my neck–”
Something animalistic came out of Aemond at your request, his hand draping around your throat like a necklace. “My sweet, dumb wife– you don’t know what to do unless I tell you, unless I let you, unless I guide you to your release, hm?” he prostrated each word with a deep thrust. The combination of his ministrations on your bundle of nerves, the head of his cock callously beating into your sweet spot, and the squeeze of his hand around your neck– it was enough.
With a garbled string of words, prayers, denotes of love, pronouncements of his prowess, his titles, his name– the coil inside of you snapped, lighting every nerve you had in your body on fire. You saw stars as your climax wracked through you like a tempest, the absolute vice grip of your core sending Aemond into his own completion, his seed painting your walls and then some.
In your fucked-out delirium, you thought you might’ve heard him say something– you didn’t decipher it until later when you were half asleep, his softened member still lodged inside of you somehow as he curled you into his chest.
“My love, my wife– I love you.”
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Corrupted II
pairing : haechan x (fem)reader
genre : smut.
warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. unprotected sex is implied (sorry. protection is key) dom!haechan x sub!reader. y/n is horny to the point of no return she’s basically a unicorn. y/n is a brat and haechan is a bit more firm in this but he’s still whipped. dacryphilia. marking - mentions of marking. oral (f receiving) public sexual acts with a sprinkle of exhibitionism. mayhaps crumbs of toxicity and possessiveness but like- it depends on your views. if i missed anything let me know!
summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.
word count : 4.6k
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part one
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playlist : angel pt 1 - jimin ft nle choppa, kodak black, jvke, muni long / chaconne - enhypen / friends - chase atlantic / it won’t stop - sevyn streeter
The honey dipper in your hands twirls as you stare mindlessly at the sticky golden brown substance dripping back into the container. Memories of this morning flicker through behind your eyes like film strips.
It had been his lips that greeted you first thing this morning, pressing little kisses down your neck and through the fabric of your sleeping clothes. All the way to the slither of exposed skin across your torso and filling your panties immediately with your arousal.
You hum, your fingers raking through his thick hair and squeezing at the roots. His dark eyes flicker upwards to see the hooded tell tales of your eyes and he growls before he slots his mouth over yours. An action you are all too happy to reciprocate.
Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours, the hairs on your arms rising at the tingles he leaves behind. Your left palm cups his jaw, following his lead at the best of your abilities, your right hand however, in comparison is a lot rougher, yanking at his hair with fueled desperation.
He smiles slightly into the kiss, pressing deeper into your mouth. The slight taste of citrus lingering on his lips has your whole body buzzing with nerves. Haechan grunts at a particular pull of his hair and his own hands envelop your wrists to pin them against the bed. Your head falling backwards as you pant at the much needed oxygen filling your lungs, leaving you lightheaded.
Haechan smirks from above you, watching the way your eyes are dusted with morning lust. You expect him to say something, anything but he doesn’t.
“Please-” You beg, finding the silence unbearable. The weight on your wrists flipping into your core.
The man cocks his head to the side in faux wonder, “What are you begging for?”
Your face scrunches up in despair as you writhe underneath him. His stare on you dark and you want to do nothing more than leave bites all over his throat, only to soothe it with the drag of your tongue. You want him to touch you, to push you over the edge with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.
“Please,” You say again, hoping that the whine in your voice is enough for him to feel appeased, “Please.”
But, it’s not.
It never is.
“I need words, baby,” He’s stern and his eyebrows are raised in challenge. Daring you to release filthy dirty words from your sternum and into the air between the two of you. Something he knows your friends would have a heart attack over.
You swallow, “Your-…hands-”
“Hmm?” Haechan mutters as he lets his right hand trail from their hold on your wrist gently, “You want it?”
“Yes-” You admit.
His thumb reaches your face first, swiping across the bottom of your chin before getting caught on the plush of your bottom lip. Your mouth drops slightly open instinctively and his eyes narrow at the way his thumb meets the tip of your tongue, “Here?”
You shake your head to which he tuts before he lets his hand drop to your throat, wrapping around with a small squeeze that causes your thighs to clench together, “What about here?”
You let out a sound of retort again and Haechan loves the way he can hear your slightly constricted breath and how it thrums underneath his fingers. His eyes widen playfully, “But you liked it so much last time?”
You pout at his teasing and unconsciously cover his naughty hand with your free hand, letting your fingers tangle within his. Haechan sighs with faux disappointment as you lead his hands down your stomach to the place you need him. He stares right at the plead in your eyes as his finger hooks onto the waist band of your panties and lets the weight of his hand drop. Your eyes flutter shut as a stray finger brushes against your clit.
“You tell me you want it first and then I’ll give it you,” His voice is hardly teasing anymore and his facial expressions are set in stone. Pretty eyes stare into yours like a siren pulling you into the deep. His hands, frozen.
“I want your fingers,” Haechan tongue curls into the roof of his mouth, early celebration lacing his eyes dark and devilish. The beginning of a smile written so clearly in the corner of his lips.
“Where?” His voice tilts upwards as if his words are smiling with him.
“Inside me,” You say, breathless due to his gaze alone. Watching the way his face subtly changes with every filthy word that your mouth conjures. Reading what captivates him. Using it. Devouring it so he can devour you.
Haechan isn’t prepared for the hammering need he feels at your next words. The feeling of them. The power of them. The complete corruption of them.
“Please ruin me with your fingers,” You plead.
He groans then, a husky, “Good girl,” escaping his mouth before he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. He lingers a bit, basking in the feeling of your tongue rolling against his skin and your lips sucking on his fingers.
He removes his fingers from your mouth, watching the way a little bit of drool escapes and your ignorance to it all. He has all your attention and he thrives off it. Batting your legs open with his other hand, your knees bend to expose your pantie-clad pussy and the excitement in him grows. Hooking your panties aside with his thumb, he swipes his wet fingers down your sex. Drinking in the way your breath hitches.
You let out a surprised moan as he sinks his fingers into your pussy and Haechan’s eyes fall shut at how wet you are. How warm you are. He falls further forward so his body towers over yours, trapping you into the moment. He thrusts his fingers deeper, listening to the moans you make and enamoured by the wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his knuckles.
He picks up pace, feeling your walls suck him in with every pull. As he curls his fingers, you thighs start to shake and your hands clamp firmly onto his wrists. Your mouth opens into a higher pitched moan and his own mouth can’t help the wolfish grin that decorates his whole face. Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re there but not really there.
Too focused on your pleasure.
Too focused on the orgasm that wants to break free from your core. To claim his fingers and make your whole body rumble with pleasure only he can give you.
Only he recognises the telltale vibrations of his phone but he ignores it, too lost in the way your mouth finds the heartbeat of his wrist and bites down on it, marking the skin. Haechan winces but continues his ministrations, his eyes on the prize.
Your head thrown back, preferably shaking. Letting out your deeply hidden sadist tendencies by clawing at his back or decorating his whole throat in your token love bites. Claiming him as yours to corrupt with your pink love.
You and your marking.
His phone buzzes again and he wants nothing more than to take it out on your pussy, short temperedness briefly filling him.
Your hands squeeze at his wrists, your lips restricting your whines from reaching a pitch high enough to break glass. He has half a mind to punish you later for it.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Bu-
He reaches for his phone angrily, reading the contact name with an angry huff before answering it, ‘What?”
His fingers stop and you stare after the guy in front of you, betrayed. Close to tears. Cheeks warm but all for nothing. His hand skims over the skin of your thighs, and you relax, basking in his gentle apology and affection. Missing the conversation, completely.
With a last farewell, he places his phone into his back pocket and you perk up at the possibilities of what he’ll do to you. How he’ll apologise to you. Instead, he licks his lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, baby.”
You feel pain the size of a bowling ball drop straight onto your gut, wounding you. All that manages to escape you is a soft noise of complaint as he gets up from his position, “You were such a good girl for me, baby. I know. When I’ll come back, I promise I’ll reward you.”
He left you after that with a soft look in his eye and softer lips. You were too surprised to really whine. To beg and to plead or to quickly get yourself off on his shoes as he stood there. But to no avail.
You had then tried to pleasure yourself in the shower but only had his fingers in mind. Yours didn’t compare. Neither the shower head. Your new vibrator in need of charging. It seemed that nobody nor a higher power wanted you to come. And it was complete bullshit.
You had showed up to brunch with a furrowed expression, one that had your friends on edge. You had softened up marginally with every bite of food that entered your stomach but you still thought about him.
His fingers.
His lips.
His cock.
It made heat rise to your cheeks. Usually, your sex life didn’t interfere with your ‘outside’ life. Because never did Haechan leave you unsatisfied. Until now, and you were floating in your prolonged desire to come.
Your friends quickly came to the conclusion that Haechan had upset you, had all but jumped at the opportunity to voice their complaints. Comments that you heard time and time again. Comments that weren’t a secret to him either. It wasn’t as if they didn’t like Haechan. They did. He was attractive, charming and confident. They just didn’t like him for you.
Their angel in white.
Their pretty innocent in pink.
But that didn’t matter. You liked him for you.
After a momentary distraction that trailed from what was initially supposed to be a girls’ brunch turned into a self care day. One that softened you up and had you practically in love with your girls and what they meant to you. It made you feel so good that you were willing to follow them to the party down the road.
Straight into the proximity of Haechan again.
Haechan and his friends. The ones that stole him from you. The ones that have stolen him for the whole day.
Your friends sigh at the way your eyes light up at the sight of him, but make no effort to walk closer, opting to glare in his direction and dawdle towards the kitchen instead - in his line of sight. A reminder that he had a good girl in need of her reward.
But he doesn’t see you.
Mark does.
You almost forgive him for being the reason why you failed to come this morning.
Haechan licks at his bottom lip, attention focused on his spread of cards with a contemplative hum. His eyes raise at Mark’s nudge against the side of his legs before his own eyes follow to the older boy’s line of sight. You, sitting alone on the kitchen bench, looking all the more delightful than this morning. As if that were possible.
His lip curls into a devious smirk before he rises from his winning streak, abandoning it in favour of approaching you. You who is currently distracted by the twitching light above you, completely unaware of the presence behind you.
Haechan loves the way goosebumps bloom across your skin at the barely-there skim of his lips against your naked shoulder. You’ve got perfume on. The perfume that he brought you for your birthday. The type of perfume that gets you fucked in less-than-private areas.
Dangerous.
“Hi baby,” There’s a purr in his voice as he greets you and you fall into his gaze. So easily. Like prey. His eyes begin to darken when he observes how fucked out you look. Fucked and unsatisfied, apparently.
You pout at him, grasping at his clothing roughly before casting an angry look at his friends who are busy paying attention to the card game in front of them, “They’ve hogged you all day.”
“You need to learn how to share,” He nips at the tip of your ear before he blows into your ear. The action makes you shiver and he takes great pleasure in the way you’re practically melting at the slightest act.
“Haechan,” You plead and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. He can’t help teasing you. Especially when you grip at the elbow of his jacket so desperately.
“Okay, okay shhh” Haechan comforts, rubbing at the remnants of the goosebumps on the round of your thighs, “I’m here now. How long have you been like this?”
If you weren’t completely burning from the sinning thoughts running amuck , you would be sending Haechan straight to hell with the stare you inflict him with, “This morning.”
Haechan makes a non-committed hum and it takes all your self control not to fall to your knees and beg to let him take you in the kitchen right here right now. Your lips press together at the sensation the tips of his fingers leave behind on your skin and disappear underneath the fabric, slotting themselves in the most torturous place.
His middle finger traces circles against the skin of your inner thighs painting your whole body with heated need. Your hands grip at the fabric of his shoulders, bunching the rigid leather in a tight fist. He presses into you, your hair fanning out against the cool kitchen bench. His other arm slides to support your lower back refusing to let logic wipe the haziness from your thoughts and eyes.
He’s so enraptured by it.
How you smell.
How you’re whining in his ear.
Being such a good girl when he hasn’t even started yet.
“I missed you today,” He whispers, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling at it and marvelling at the sound and feel of your arousal coating his fingertip. Your mouth falls open and he takes the chance to slot his mouth over yours. You return his kiss with desperation, immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth.
He only manages a chuckle before your kisses turn more forceful. More daring. More purpose driven. Teasing him with everything that drives him crazy. His smile sinks from his face as the kiss gets heavier. He consumes you and you consume him right back.
His thumb presses directly onto your clit causing a jolt of electricity to run straight through your body, your fingertips set alight. Your legs hook around his waist as you rut against his hand. Your bones heavy with want and plead.
“Woah,” A startled voice drags Haechan’s face away from yours, his attention quick to flit to the interruption with eyes sharpening with every second away from your lips. You chase after his mouth, stealing his breath away and he has to use the hand that was keeping you still on the counter to collar your throat.
You let out a short mewl and rut your hips forward in search of friction, either unaware or dismissive of the intruder. Haechan’s eyes briefly flicker back to you, shushing you with with a fond but sharp noise. He lets his fingers drop to your chin, absentmindedly pulling at the skin.
All you can focus is him.
His eyes.
Burning like fire, staring into your soul.
His fingers.
Long and beautiful, and yet you can’t help but think his fingers would look better inside you.
Wrecking you with them.
His wrists.
His tongue.
His neck.
Everything burns now. In the most delicious way. Your core, a fireplace and your thoughts, the embers.
You roll your hips towards his fingers again, enjoying the rush of realisation reach Haechan’s face. You don’t care about the location. Nor do you care about who’s watching. You’re too far gone.
But Haechan does.
“Get the fuck out,” He hisses, making sure the intruder scurries off before he returns to you.
“Please,” You plead, “I want you.”
Haechan bites his lip and leans into whisper directly in your ear, “Baby. There’s too many people here.”
“I don’t care,” You huff, trying to lure him into you by playing with his jacket and pulling him closer.
A part of him found pleasure in your words. You were his corrupted little thing. His good girl. His angel. His liquid honey.
Emphasis on the his.
He didn’t share. Not you. He didn’t doubt that some other drunk would walk in here and find you in a less than virginal position if you both continued to let the sexual need win.
“Fuck me where you wanna fuck me, Donghyuck, just pick a place and do it fast,” It was the most bratty thing you could say. One that warranted punishment - if he so desired. His eyes narrowed at you and your little fuck-me eyes.
Where did his good girl go?
His tongue swipes at his lower lip before he cocks his head to the side, eyeing the bedrooms that line the hallway. An idea strikes and you can see the way it lights his face. He leans in closer, enjoying the way you swallow at his closeness and your eyes follow his line of sight, “See that door over there? With the stickers? The decoy sock? That, my sweet girl is Mark’s room.”
Your back straightens and Haechan can feel the way your chest presses against him excitedly.
He had no idea you were such an unforgiving spirit underneath the sweet girl everyone knows you are.
Or that you craved him as much as he craved you.
You lead him to Mark’s room, the energy around you pixie like. He turns you around just as the door opens to press his lips against yours heatedly. You return his kiss with a fervour that makes him smirk. He presses further into you, feeling something akin to pride at the way you focus on his kiss. The fire in your eyes burning through your skin.
He groans as you take charge even as your knees start to weaken yet your kiss remains hungry. Desperate. So desperate. He shrugs his jacket off before helping you out of your clothes, letting his eyes explore the perky swell of your tits and the marks from another rendezvous expose themselves to him.
He loves the way you maintain eye contact with him when he lies you on the bed. Your gaze hooded and impatient and yet so trustworthy.
So trustworthy with a guy like him.
He can never get over it.
Hasn’t since he met you.
Doubts he’ll start anytime soon.
You watch him, biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to undress and have his way with you. Eat you out until you are writhing filthy in another man’s sheets. Watch you suck him dry and come in your mouth. Fuck you in a way that will send the both of you straight to the devil in handcuffs.
He stares at you in thought before he smooths his hands over the skin on the back of your thigh. He exhales deeply before he adds more pressure, the movement running straight through you like an electric current. Your pussy left tingling with anticipation.
His hands find its final purchase behind your knee, folding you slightly so that you’re spread completely open for him.
“Now, don’t get it twisted,” He’s stern and it sends another rush through you, “This is an apology for this morning. Talk to me again like you did in the kitchen- sweet girl I will fucking ruin you, you understand me?”
You almost moan at the words alone but nothing beats the way his mouth on you feels. How he licks a stripe up your pussy and grins at the way your whole face crumbles in pleasure.
Your hands grab at anything available. The sheets. Your tits. His hair. He moans into your pussy at your harsh grip and his eyelashes flutter. His eyes are dark as he drinks you in and you, you are fire. Your chest is glistening with sweat and Haechan’s hair tickles your navel as he sucks at your clit like a man starving from thirst.
Your legs try to close around his head but his grip on you is as stern as his warning. Your back is arched and you can feel your heartbeat in your cheeks and your throat. Your sounds are relentless. Changing with every method he brings you to heaven.
He removes his mouth from your pussy, his tongue licking at his lips that are coated with your first orgasm of the night. The easy orgasm. He’s breathing hard yet you’re breathing harder. Your chest rises as you collect yourself, feeling you have been saved.
“You good to keep going, baby?” He asks, at your more than excited consensual hum, the gentle grip on your ankles tightens, “It’s going to cost you. Don’t make a sound.”
Your eyebrows furrow and the questions must be evident on your face because it only encourages him.
“Not a single sound-” He warns, raising his body to his knees and pulling his shirt upwards. The metal chain around his neck standing out amongst his smooth sun kissed skin. You surge forward to connect your lips again and he lets you chase after his mouth, deepening the kiss so you can see how good you taste on his tongue before he disconnects himself.
With his eyes narrowed on you and your reaction alone, he plunges his fingers into your pussy, coating his fingers and his palm with your come and lathering it along his erect cock. Your breath hitches and he cocks an eyebrow in warning. Your eyes widen hurriedly pleading for his forgiveness.
Haechan finds it cute.
There’s nothing to forgive.
Not really.
Anything you want, he’ll give it to you.
“Do you know why you’re not going to make a sound?” Haechan wonders and pretends to ponder over your silence with disappointment, “No?”
He bounces the tip of his cock along the slit of your pussy enjoying the way your lips tightly press together in an attempt to be good for him. To abide by the rules he set. He sinks inside you slowly, enjoying the way you swallow him whole.
He huffs a breath of pleasure before he leans into whisper, like it’s a secret, “Because I want to see what happens when I take your moans away from you.”
He suddenly thrusts into you and the force of it has you seeing stars. Your mouth is wide open in a silent cry as he picks up speed, dragging his hips back and forth with such a delicious pace that you fear you look possessed past the point of exorcism.
At a particularly hard thrust, a strangled whimper leaves your lips only to be squashed by Haechan himself covering your mouth with his hands that are still coated with your come. His bangs shielding his eyes from your silent apologies as he keeps thrusting in that one place that drives you absolutely fucking crazy.
Your hands clamp around his wrist, nails digging into his skin as your whole body tightens in preparation of your orgasm. Your breathing has begun to fasten and your hips try to meet his thrusts to the best of your ability, hoping, really fucking hoping that he manages to come as well.
You cry into his hand as he thrusts faster, your throat burning with effort and coming up dry. Haechan is only spurred on by the little noises that manage to pass the borders of his hands and he feels the tell tale signs of his orgasm approaching as you go wriggle wildly beneath him.
At your orgasm you relax, eyebrows furrowing with a slight wince as Haechan rides both of your orgasms out before he pulls his cock out and collapses next to you, his hand falling away from you.
Slightly concerned by your silence, he peeks at your face, eyeing for a cue on your feelings. His mouth quirks upwards smugly as he sees your eyes glittery with unshed tears. He really can’t help but chuckle softly, rubbing at the top of your cheeks with a gentle brush of his finger.
You turn to him and your forehead falls onto his shoulder, exhausted, “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why’s that?” He asks gently, using an abandoned pillow sheet to wipe at the come between your thighs. Your teeth grits at the sensitivity before your mouth swirls uncomfortably in your mouth, only comforted by his gentle insistence, “It’s just us...no need to be embarrassed. You can tell me anything. If you didn’t like i-”
You shake your head, “No! No- I- just....that guy who caught us with your hand up my skirt. I’m so mortified. I was literally-”
Haechan snorts, “Why? He’s not getting any-”
You chortle out a giggle before disciplining him with a quick slap to his shoulder, which he pretends hurts a little. You circle your finger onto the slightly reddened area to trace a gentle butterfly as an apology.
At your kinder than kind eyes that have the whole word Haechan needs in them, he presses kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “Is my needy baby no longer needy?”
Your chest rustles as your mind whirs for what it desires, “I feel like chips.”
A chesty laugh escapes him as he listens to your request, “Chips!”
He stands from the bed, grinning at you as he gets changed again, watching you with such fond eyes of both disbelief and affection.
“Yeah! What’s wrong with it?” You bicker back, enjoying the way your heart beats in your chest when he looks at you with an endeared look like that.
He shakes his head as he dawdles out the door, “I just fucked your brains out and you want chips.”
You thank him with a scandalised and giddy giggle and that’s all he needs to collect your chips like he was made to be your delivery man. He shuts the door softly before he trudges through the hallway alone, the smile on his face that is purely reserved for you and you only melting with every step.
Mark’s expression drops as Haechan returns to them with messy hair and a celebratory grin, “No fucking-”
Haechan grins, “We’ll clean up when we’re done.”
Mark’s face drops even further as Haechan cackles and grabs at the last bag of chips before he makes his way back to Mark’s room. His eyes waltz across the room with disinterest before he pauses in his stride at a familiar frame.
Too familiar.
He’s standing in a circle of other guys - about five nameless and therefore faceless bodies that Haechan ignores as he places a firm grip on one of their shoulders, holding him close as he leans in to whisper, “Remember me?”
The grin Haechan sports right now is so different to the one you see. So different.
The guy shakes as his eyes scan Haechan, nodding hurriedly and at that affirmation Haechan leans in, “If I find you talked about her in any way...I’ll fuck you up.”
The warning is clear. Haechan’s face is as hard as a brick and that is all the intruder needs to agree with the terms. This time, Haechan smiles before saluting the boy and walking away. The unforgiving little brat underneath your innocent eyes, a secret between the two of you once again.
Because, only he gets to see how far his corruption has run deep.
author’s note : so uhm it’s not quite june.. but i did have quite a bit of fun writing this and then again, not at all. it was a weird time but here we are. i also tried to edit it but like i’ve got midnight brain (translation : no brain cell function that has any real worth) but that’s probably all i’ll write for this couple unless i get a really good idea but i’ve got another haechan story incoming.
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so, so, SO sorry i accidentally sent this ask to your other account before fully reading the request rules! but i’d love a cake batter martini with spencer reid + an innocence kink! tysm in advance and have an amazing birthday!! :D
so... mayhaps i got carried away and now i have an idea for a full-on series... thanks i guess?
"The Bucket List" - Part One: The Taste Test
pairing: spencer reid x fem!afab!reader
summary: you weren't sure what surprised you more—that spencer reid had a sex bucket list, or that he wanted you to help him go through it.
word count: 1,969
warnings: innocent!virgin!spencer x (implied) experienced!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, nipple play sorta, idk if i implied it hard enough but both reader and spencer are switches (we'll dive deeper into that in later chapters), explicit language, dirty talk that i failed miserably at writing, maybe more idrk
genre: fluffy, educational smut
extra notes: ok so as it turns out idrk how to write an innocence kink but i did the best i could and i'm happy with how it turned out. i hope you enjoy as well!!
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spencer reid had a sex bucket list.
spencer reid, your innocent and nerdy coworker who probably had fewer girlfriends than the number of fingers on just one of his hands, had a sex bucket list.
what surprised you even more than that, though, was that he wanted you to be the one to help him go through said list.
sure, you'd been going on dates for a little while—nothing too official, just a few dinner dates and a trip to the movie theater together—but nothing that would've warranted this.
you weren't complaining by any means. spencer, despite his lack of fashion skills, was more than attractive. you were pleased to know that he already trusted you enough to tell you about the list, but it certainly didn't take off the edge of surprise when he expressed that he wanted you to be the one to help him cross some items off the list.
at the top of the list, unsurprisingly, was "perform oral sex." your legs clenched together at the thought as you glanced over the rest of the list, and at the idea of taking his oral virginity.
"i would love to help you out with this list," you admitted, want already dripping through your veins. "are you absolutely sure, though?"
he let out a nervous breath. "to tell you the truth, i don't think i've ever trusted someone the way i trust you, y/n."
you leaned in close, leaving a ghost of a kiss to his chapped lips. "then i say hell yeah. let's do this."
he dove back in for another kiss, clearly needy after the way you'd teased him with the first one. you hummed against him, bringing your hands up to meet the curls near his nape. he all but whimpered as you gave them a soft tug, his tongue dipping inside your mouth for a split second in desperation.
"spence," you said between kisses, one hand traveling down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, ending at the hem of his polo. "do you want to," another kiss, "take this to the bedroom?"
he pulled away, his eyes darting to the floor. if you didn't already know that spencer was a virgin, his apprehension and nervousness would've been a dead giveaway.
"what is it?" you asked, moving a piece of hair away from his face.
"promise you won't laugh?"
you took a deep breath, steadying yourself from how worked-up you'd already gotten. "i would never laugh at you, spencer. well, not unless it's one of your science jokes. then i might laugh to make you feel better," you teased.
he cracked a small smile at that, the air already feeling a little less tense. "i always imagined performing oral sex on a couch for the first time. i don't know, i just always imagined it would be frantic, like neither of us would be able to make it to the bedroom."
truth be told, aside from this conversation, that's exactly how you were feeling. "okay," you said gently, leaning up to kiss him again. "lay down on your stomach for me, yeah?"
you moved to sit at the end of the sofa, your back resting against the arm of it as spencer moved to lay flat in front of you. his eyes went wide as you spread your legs, no doubt revealing the wet spot that had formed on your panties and the tiny little shorts you had on under your dress.
his brows furrowed in curiosity. "so, do i just-"
you shook your head. "with me, you probably could because this whole experience has me turned on. but with most women, you definitely need to work them up, or else it won't be a pleasant experience for anyone involved."
"how do i do that?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours.
"depends on the woman, but universally, kissing and touching our thighs is a good way to go. and dirty talk is usually a good idea, too."
he nodded in understanding, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh. "how was that?"
"that was good, but you're welcome to be a little rougher if you'd like. i'm not made of glass."
he began trailing kisses up and down the length of both your thighs, alternating between sucking and pecking, even adding in the occasional nibble. he sucked over a particularly sensitive spot, and you couldn't help the moan that fell out of you in response.
"yeah? you like that?" he teased, doing it again. your cunt throbbed as he made eye contact again, this time with a harsh nip at the sensitive spot.
"fuck," you sighed, your hands finding his hair again. "yeah, i like that a lot."
his lips connected to you again, beginning their trail again, traveling up up up until they reached the band of your shorts, your dress falling around him. "while i would love to sit here and kiss your legs all night, i think there's something else i'm a bit more interested in kissing right now."
you couldn't say no to that, and the mindless tugging of your fingers in his hair was further proof. "where'd you learn how to talk dirty like that?"
"you bring it out of me."
without another word, you were lifting your hips and whimpering at the cold air as he slowly dragged the fabric down your legs. you pulled your dress fully out of the way, watching as spencer licked his lips at the sight in front of him.
"you like what you see?" you asked with a smirk, carding your fingers through his hair, much softer than the tugs you'd left before.
he nodded with sheer excitement. "i like that a lot," he repeated with the same tone you'd used earlier.
"feel free to get your hands involved if you want. this is all about education, so don't hesitate to get some hands-on experience."
he cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at you again. "is that your way of saying you need to be touched right now?" he asked, his tone clearly teasing.
"maybe," you answered truthfully.
a sly smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he moved his hand up to your cunt. his index finger dragged slowly down the middle of your pussy, his finger surely soaked as he maneuvered it through your folds. a moan escaped your lips once again, your chest already heaving, despite just getting started.
"didn't know i could make someone this wet with just a few little kisses and a mere touch."
you were almost embarrassed to admit that he was right, but when that same finger moved to toy with your entrance, you couldn't seem to care less. "believe it, pretty boy, you did that."
he shook his head at the nickname. "while i love being called that, i was hoping you'd have a special nickname for me that only you use. how does that sound?"
you were getting desperate now, especially when he began to push the aforementioned finger inside you. "whatever you say, spencer, just please stop teasing me."
you could see that look of apprehension reappear, but he must not have cared too much. one second, he was dragging his fingers through your folds, parting your lips with glassy eyes, and the next, he was blowing hot air over you, his tongue slipping inside your entrance with ease.
a mewl fell from your lips at the sensation, tugging on his hair particularly hard. spencer must've enjoyed the action, moaning against you as he lapped at your cunt. you did it again, earning you a second noise, and a smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth.
you pulled him in impossibly deeper, his tongue brushing over that sweet spot you loved so much. "right there, angel," you sighed. the nickname practically flew out of your mouth, but if you had to be honest, it felt absolutely heavenly falling off your tongue like that.
heavy eyes met your gaze, his eyelashes fanning out in such a contrastingly innocent manner—a juxtaposition to the obscene act unfolding in front of you. "say that again," he instructed, leaving a soft kiss on your mound.
his tongue swirled in an agonizing circle around your clit, eliciting a profanity from you. "right fucking there, angel," you said with a moan. you fell back against the arm of the sofa, eyes screwing shut at the absolute pleasure he was providing you with.
"when you're in control, i want you to call me that, okay?" he said, his mouth meeting your bud for a harsh kiss. his lips latched onto you, practically making out with your pussy. a sneaky finger slipped inside you, flexing against your g-spot.
you were already close, oh so close. "please, angel," you practically begged. "i'm almost there."
he left a soft kiss to one of your lips, looking up at you again. "tell me what you need, ma'am."
the nickname had you inching closer to release, your legs beginning to quiver around him. he looked so pretty there, that innocent boy all laid out for you, pleasing you. "harder, faster, anything, just please help me out here."
spencer's opposite hand that wasn't buried inside you slithered up your body, palming at your breast through the dainty fabric of your dress. he nipped and sucked and mouthed at your clit while his finger was joined by a second. his middle and ring fingers thrusted inside you, brushing over that place that had you squirming.
with all the force you had left, you slipped your hand inside your dress, tugging at your neglected nipple as he continued his ministrations, his digits flexing impossibly harder inside you.
with one last harsh circle around your clit, you were coming undone, veins burning and heart thumping louder. you shook around him, eyes going glassy and crossed as he coaxed you along. you pulled at his curls with the hand that wasn't on your breasts, his moans and whimpers against your body only aiding your overstimulated senses.
you watched as his lips left your bud with a messy string of spit, trailing kisses up your body until he reached your mouth. his tongue dipped between your lips and coated your mouth in your own essence. it was sweet and dirty and euphoric all at once, and you wanted to stay there forever if he'd let you.
he came down from his aroused headspace, gentle eyes meeting yours as he parted from you. "how did i do?"
you let out a blissed-out laugh, slotting your fingers through his hair again. "you sure you haven't done that before?"
spencer's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "does that mean i did good?"
your hands landed on spencer's cheeks, pulling him in for a gentle and slow kiss. the remnants of your essence filled your tastebuds, a warmth fluttering in your tummy at the sudden gentleness. "you did amazing," you sighed with a laugh, giving him another peck. "i hope that's only the first time you make me feel that way."
"the way you tasted, i think i could've suffocated down there and still been happy," he admitted with a shy chuckle, his cheeks heating up with a rose-colored flush.
"the way you made me feel, i think i would've been happy even if you'd suffocated," you laughed, resting back against the arm of the couch.
his fingers, still buried deep inside your overstimulated hole, flexed again, bringing back that previous state of painful pleasure. "so, you wouldn't mind if i did that again?"
you whimpered, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. "give me a minute. then you can go again, yeah?"
he gave you a long and hard kiss, letting his senses become crowded with nothing but you. "i'll take you up on that, ma'am."
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am i drafting a tommy/buck/eddie fic? mayhaps….
is it pure filthy smut? yeah definitely.
#i literally woke up randomly in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall asleep cause i was imagining this in my head#so yeah i started drafting possibly the most wild fic i’ve ever written
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lmao not me putting the songs on as wooyoung is dancing to them 😅. i love how with PG, you're dedicating a lot of time to strengthen personal connections btw the reader and each member, much like in HC, but this one is about moving forward from the events from before. it makes so much sense that for wooyoung, it would be about dance and seduction given everything we know about him, and i love how that connection and both of their shared pain is conveyed through the dancing, and how they're both working to move through it. it just reaffirms their bond, and these bonds are frankly my favorite part of the series.
now onto the smut uhm...wow i'm fucking speechless. i mean the desperation and the devotion, the venom tongue while he's eating the mc out like yes??? i need more of this??? take all my money??? seriously that was exceptionally hot such a galaxy brained thought. venom!wooyoung is such a concept. and the monster cock while riding? i had to take a break for a hot second that was fucking mindblowing, absolutely mindblowing. and he has the fucking nerve to smirk the whole time like wow the monstrous feralness of it all just augmented everything perfectly and i'm very fucking unwell. and as if i wasn't unwell enough the wings? the image of the wings??? and against the mirrors? next time just @ me if you wanna make an attempt on my life bc this was fucking intense.
this fucking line tho, "every one is different, and this one is made just for you" mayhaps a tear just ran down my leg. mayhaps several tears
i'll literally never get tired of the way you write such desperate lust, especially when you find new ways to convey it every time. the way he says such filthy things in his mind while his mouth keeps moving just yes need more of that. the pure devotion that comes through, even through the dirty talk, makes things so sweet and so fucking hot. i'm living for the submission, of him professing how much he loves mc through his words and his actions. reveling in the fact that he's yours, that he doesn't want anyone else and never will, and being so dedicated to showing that in every moment, yea i'm down for the count i'm passing tf away. this was immaculately done.
Yes!!! I love that you did, I feel like you get the full effect of the chapter that way!
I honestly LOVE writing about these bonds and exploring them deeper. I've had so much of this all planned from the start, that now that I get to write them, it makes me so happy to finally explore them all deeper. I'm just glad people are enjoying it as much as I am!!
Oh yeah, I kept saying on my discord how intense this chapter was going to be and I wasn't lying lmfaooo
Hehehe I have been looking forward to writing Wooyoung's smut since I first thought of it, especially the tongue fucking and then when I added the mirror portion to it with the wings... oof, I was NOT okay
I'm glad you enjoyed the smut!!! I definitely enjoyed planning it all out and writing it!! Thank you so much for always taking the time to read and give me feedback, you honestly don't know how much I appreciate it.
Also, believe me when I say there's plenty more where this came from ;))
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the devil’s tango.
summary — and when your demon boyfriend's best friends ruin your valentine's day plans with said demon boyfriend by lighting up a restaurant in flames, they make sure to apologise well. or, in which jisung, changbin and chan show you all the ways a devil can fuck a woman.
pairing — 3racha x reader
genre — smut | demons!au
ratings — 18+
word count — 14.4k words
warnings — mentions of flame, indications of objectification, mentions of themes of afterlife, heaven and hell | smut specifications under the cut
note — the way this was written only thanks to @chaangbin and her sprinto discord thing pwp and is totally inspired from this one nsfw asmr i chanced upon on reddit. happy reading and sinning, babes.
smut warnings —
i. groping, dirty talk, objectification, car sex, marking, slight temperature play, thigh riding, dirty talk, slight blood play (jisung gets a slight rush !!), grinding, fingering, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, vaginal stimulation, ruined orgasm;
ii. changbin calls you baby girl (!!), choking, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dumbification (changbin talks a loooot dirty, heads up !!) nipple play, breast play, pain kink, spitting, marking, so so so much marking omfg, intercrural sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex (better safe than anything else irl okay?), squirting, overstimulation, reader slips into subspace, changbin's kinda hard on the reader; chan bring you back from subspace because he's protective like that !!!
iii. tattooed!chan — chan has this huge dark feathered wing tattoo in his back omf and the reader has a tattoo kink, of sorts— dick piercing!chan, tongue piercing!chan, so !! much !! making !! out !!, calls you princess throughout the story because you are one, nipple play, breast play, daddy kink, grinding, spanking, pain kink, degradation (but chan like gives reader heads up in such a nice way because chan best boy !!), teasing cause chan won't give it to you just like that !!!, so much begging, pussy slapping, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!), bulge kink, creampie, slight after care.
Chan thinks Valentine's Day is a marketing scheme by the very commercial, capitalistic world.
Not that his devilish self cared when he could have all the luxuries in the world in his hand by the very thought of it. Chan doesn't care even more because you, his girlfriend, loved Valentine's Day more than anything in this world, second only to your love for him. If anything, you loved Valentine's Day this much because of him.
And that is exactly why he is driving down the neat lane to this newly opened restaurant, right across the town, that you have been hyping up for months now. His fingers wrap around the steering wheel, shoes pressed flat against the gas as his other hand lies gently on your exposed thigh, thanks to your little black skirt riding up to his delight.
"Thank you for doing this," you mumble, your right hand shifting to place itself on top of his hand and grip at it softly. "You know, even after you hate all the couples out there, ever to exist."
Chan laughs, a hearty one in fact. His thumb rubs against the palmar side of your hand — one of the many affectionate things your devil does for you, albeit all the times he reminds you he is second to Lucifer himself.
"I don't hate them all." Lie. Chan knows that's an obvious lie and so do you. You click your tongue and your boyfriend bites his lower lip in a sheepish action, momentarily glancing at you before bringing his attention back on the road. "I like us. We make such a power couple. If anything, we should be the only couple to exist. Valentine's Day should exist for only one couple and that should be us."
Raising your eyebrows before letting it fall, face softening up instantly as you gaze at your boyfriend's side profile, you coo, "Aw. I see finally that there are things the devil too doesn't get at his will."
"You were one amongst them," Chan sniggers, his hand slowly trailing upwards as they shift from underneath your hand's grip. "But look where we are now."
Your breath hitches as his fingers slightly trace parallel lines as they move upwards and your eyelids flutter a bit. The pads of his fingers are hot against the coldness of your skin and the temperature difference is great enough to raise goosebumps on them.
"Chan." It's a whisper. Almost as if a great amount of determination is required for you to make this decision to turn him down. "You are driving. Plus, let's not ruin the night already. You've booked us a nice table in this amazing restaurant on this beautiful night."
"But I could make it even better." Chan licks his lower lip as he presses on the brakes, the heavy traffic stopping him from proceeding further. His hand is now completely underneath your skirt, short enough to his pleasure, fingers edging so close to your panties that your head involuntarily shifts back and your lips part.
You have been dating him for months now and every single time he touches you, you feel like a starved woman craving for every drop of his affection, desiring every part of him. Chan has been more than willing to comply, however. Your body reacts to his touches and his kisses like you are on heat and every time your boyfriend points it out, you blame it on his extraterrestrial, hellish skills; that he had you in his control.
Little do you know that it is the other way round. That Chan chooses to stay in the mortal world for you, to be with you. That he knows he will have to part with you one day when you shift over to the other side and maybe you could have sinned enough to be with him in the other world too. However, Chan knows how much God loves playing his cards and for that, he'll seize every single moment he gets with you.
All because he loves you. He is in love with you.
Chan realises this a few weeks back. Of course, he feels the weird thing humans call butterflies when you are so understanding of him being hell's very spawn. However, it is when you cook dinner for him as you wait for him to come, or how you ask him about his day and listen ardently that he realises: hell could never be worthy enough to have someone as beautiful as you. He shouldn't deserve you — fuck, the very act of him laying his filthy eyes on you should have sent your guardian angel into a frenzy but you chose him. You chose to be with him and for that, he'd mayhaps, thank that lousy old God up in the heavens.
"Dinner first," you strictly say. You remove his hand from underneath your skirt, wrapping your hand around his as you hold it up to kiss his knuckles. "When we get back home, I promise. In fact, I'll be the one to jump at you as soon as we reach the doorsteps." Chan laughs, mumbling, "Ah, my baby girl, my princess," under his breath and turns to look at the signal that has changed to green. He presses on the gas, speeding to reach the place on time as per reservations.
Having Chan's hand in yours roots you in confidence from your biggest fear deep down — that he would fade away from your life one day and worse, he'd take away the memories with him to rid you of the pain from his absence. His calloused hand grips onto yours and you hold it close to your chest, shutting your eyes for a minute because this is what Valentine's Day is all about for you. Bang Chan and everything your devil of a boyfriend is. He has shown you both heaven and hell and even though you did not believe in the afterlife, you do not mind going to hell, especially not if he is there with you.
"Why is there smoke up in the air?" Chan asks himself in absolute confusion as he takes the right on the road to the restaurant. Upon finding a neat parking spot about a hundred meters away from the restaurant, he gets out of the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you like a true gentleman.
"Why, thank you!" You giggle, hand slapping right across your lips at the unpleasant sound that leaves your mouth and Chan smiles so widely at you, almost as if he is looking at his whole world right before him. You get out of the car and Chan closes the door right behind you.
"You look so damn pretty today, baby," Chan hugs you by the waist temporarily and snuggles into your neck, only to leave a quick kiss against it. You push him slightly and Chan chuckles, raising his right hand, that is not held by you, to protest. "I'm not making a move. We did get dressed well so let's have a nice romantic dinner first and when we get back home—" His voice drops a note lower. "We'll have a hot night and let this Valentine's Day wrap up rightfully as it should."
"And what's the right way, Mr. Hotshot Devil?"
"With my dick wrapped around your sweet little pussy," he smiles, lips extending so wide across his face that your cheeks heat up. He leans closer, pressing his lips against the pinna of your ears as he whispers, "You'll be begging me over and over and I'll treat you like the good little girl you are for me."
Your breath hitches and a flustered broken gasp leaves your lips as your fingers dig into his forearm. Chan's harmonious laughter over having made you a flustered mess rings in your ear till it is cut off by loud screams and foggy vision thanks to dark grey smoke.
"That's a lot of smoke," you comment worried as your boyfriend takes you by his hand and walks you down the road to the restaurant. He takes small strides to let you walk at ease. "I wonder if something is on— Fuck. The restaurant is in flames. It's on fire. Fuck."
Chan's eyes widen and he stares at the fire long enough to see two figures making their way towards you. Two very familiar faces too hard for him to ever forget, especially because Chan has spent more than a millennium with them.
"Jisung? Changbin?"
"Do you know them, baby?" You whisper into his ears, hiding slightly behind him as you cower at the magnanimous presence of the two individuals before you.
"Sometimes I wish I didn't," he rolls his eyes and folds his arms as he looks at the two younger demons in a gaze filled with doubt and suspicion.
"You lie!" The taller of the two says. "We had ramen together and you know ramen is exactly the way for people to bond."
"That's Jisung," Chan introduces as he slightly brings you forward. Your fingers play with the end of your short skirt, trying to bring it further down as the two men — demons, you presumed — looked at you and almost seemed to be studying you. "And the one by his side is Changbin."
"We've been friends for a while," Jisung informs and judges at Changbin who still continues to stare at you in displeasure. Did one of Chan's friends already not like you? You guess it is normal but deep down you know it hurts. You have always had the innate tendency to make sure that everyone liked you and the very thought of Chan's friends disliking you puts you to this sorrow as much as you hate to agree to it.
"Stop scaring my girlfriend, Bin," Chan glares back at the shorter of the two before drifting his attention to Jisung and enquiring, "How did this even happen?"
"That's on me. I crashed my car into the restaurant," Jisung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Your eyes widen and you look further beyond the two men to see a beautiful red Maserati driven into the restaurant, caught in flames just as the whole building is.
"The people!" You scream, rushing forward. Chan holds your wrist in worry, holding you back, and you look at your boyfriend with eyebrows furrowed in concern. "They are my people."
Changbin scoffs, mumbling under his breath, "Stupid humans and their weird sense of morality at all the wrong times." Your heart drops at his words and Chan lets go of your hand, only to take a step forward in Changbin's direction, eyes narrowing at the demon.
Jisung laughs hesitantly, slipping right between the two males and pushing them away. He looks at you and rushes forward to lean close to you. You are taken aback by the sudden invasion of your personal space but something in his eyes holds you fixed, enamored by his whole being.
"There are no casualties, sweetheart. Don't worry!"
Jisung leans back soon after, standing firm on his toes, and turns to look at your boyfriend. Smiling as wide as you've seen any devil smile, he prompts, "Since all our Valentine's Day plans got ruined, what if we spent it together?" He glances at you and you look away, eyes catching Changbin's who still looks at you in suspicion.
"I—"
"Jisung," Chan warns.
Jisung rushes to Changbin's side. Directing his attention towards you all while nudging the hell out of Changbin's side, he wiggles his eyebrows, "He may seem rude like this but trust me, he's the tsundere kind of lover."
"What the fuck," Changbin mumbles and turns his head away. "I'm not saying anything."
Your boyfriend is very flustered at the very happenings around him. Jisung suggesting a possibility of a wild night, the restaurant going into flames, and his girlfriend, albeit looking scared, positively looking at this whole proposal — maybe it has been too long since he has been away from hell for the mere chaos to fluster him.
Without a word said further to his friends, he pulls you away. You bite your lower lip, nibbling and pulling at the dead skin. Chan quickly takes your hand in his, eyes fixing on yours and staying in silence for a short while till he finally asks, "Are you okay?"
"Can I be honest?"
"Yes, please."
"Are all your friends this hot and a solid mess?"
"Should I be offended?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he sees you joke nervously.
"No, no." You hit his arms, jokingly. You draw circles onto his arm and bring the topic forward finally. "I know I might have looked like I was taken aback — I was — but remember how we had this talk once about bringing people into our sex lives," you gulp, "I think this is a great moment to see if we'd like it in our relationship."
"Are you sure?" Chan's hand frames your face and you lean into it.
"One hundred percent."
"These are demons, baby," he hesitates.
"And you're a demon too. Stop stating the obvious, Chan. Plus, I have you."
"Are the two of you done?" Jisung asks loudly. You hold Chan's wrist and drag him towards his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the sudden beam of confidence that radiates from you.
"We are. I'm Y/N," you finally introduce yourself. "Sorry for being awkward in the beginning—"
"Oh, don't be," Changbin mumbles, gaze still wary of you. "Jisung tends to have that effect on people."
"Hey!"
"Anyhow," Changbin finally smiles tonight. "Thanks to someone," He glares at Jisung, "We lost both our dinner and our car. So do you mind if we travel with you?"
"Oh, no," you clasp your hands together. "We'll give you a ride back to our place. Chan could cook us something," you smile at your boyfriend and he merely shrugs.
"And we can let the night roll into whatever it is, right?" Jisung's gaze is different, almost like he's insinuating a thousand different sex positions in one look.
"Yes," you say after a long pause and an audible gulp. "We can let the night roll into whatever setting it turns to."
"Lead the way, princess," Jisung's arms move in abduction and you smile, skin wrinkling by your eyes at his chirpy self. You walk forward to the car and Chan slows down his strides to walk with the boys.
His arms wrap around the shoulders of both the demons and he pulls them closer to sharply whisper. "You fucking hurt her and I'll have both your arses burning in the hottest flames in hell. I swear to Lucifer."
"What if she likes it?" Changbin raises an eyebrow, almost provoking Chan and your boyfriend glares back at him equally, gritting his teeth and almost growling.
With clenched teeth, he restates, "Keep it tame," and lets go of them.
Chan should know better. Nothing is tame for the men in hell.
Changbin calls shotgun, putting you next to Jisung in the back seat while Chan drives the car.
"This is consensual, right?" Jisung asks again. There is concern lacing his face and Changbin sighs, mumbling, "She has said she wants us more than ten times, Sungie."
"Chan, you're alright with me fucking your girlfriend in the back while you drive?"
Chan's breath hitches, coughs entailing and you smile at how lost he looks for a minute as he turns back in worry, slowing the car down. "In the back or in the back of the car?"
"You never know. Maybe she might like it."
"Don't you dare!"
"Fine," he begrudgingly agrees.
"As long as she's okay with it. Do not make her uncomfortable at all, guys," Chan sighs and turns back, pressing on the gas and almost taking all his thoughts out on it. You blush, cheeks staining a shade lighter and heat rising up as soon as you feel Jisung edge closer to you. In the front seats, Changbin talks to Chan, catching up on every single thing they have missed out in these years.
In the back seat, however, Jisung has different plans. A whole different plan to break you down into putty in his hands.
"So, it seems like you are the girl that Chan wouldn't stop talking about and fawning over," Jisung's voice is huskier in the low tone he chooses to speak in to keep the conversation just between the two of you. "Nice to meet you, lovely. I'm Jisung. Now that I see you, I realise what all the fuss is about. You really are breathtaking."
You giggle, "You flatter me. Do all demons sweet talk this well?"
"Only the finest," Jisung winks. His hand wraps around your forearm and he slowly asks again, "It is alright for me to fuck you, right?"
The crudeness of the word in front of not just you but also two other demons leaves you flustered. Jisung pushes your hair strands that have gotten loose and fall to cover your eyes, behind your ears.
"Yes, it is," you repeat for what you have counted in your head as the eleventh time. "It's totally alright, Jisung."
"Then, can I come closer?" You nod and Jisung edges forward, closer than he already is. "You know how us demons work, right?"
"Uh," you look down at your hands on your skirt. "You get wild every now and then." Jisung hums in approval, cupping your face with his left hand.
"Bingo, you're right!" Jisung grips your face a little stronger than a second before. "We, demons, love to go wild." He scoffs and continues, "Your boyfriend loves to play nice and pretend like he doesn't lose control and has only virtuous thoughts. All a big fucking facade to hide the fact that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you—" Jisung kisses your neck right underneath your face. "—Again and," he kisses your jugular. "Again and again."
"I however am not. I like to do a lot of things to you."
Jisung bites sharply into your neck, sucking at the skin. The lewd noises resonate in the locked car and you know your boyfriend can hear each moan and each sound that comes from the back seat. The car moves only faster and Jisung's action matches the pace. He lets go of your neck only to crash his lips against yours, sucking in your lower lip as he kisses your hard. His arms snake around your frame and push you against him.
You moan against his lips. It's volatile, you realise. Jisung's kisses are volatile. One minute they are harsh against your lips, strong enough to bruise them with cuts, and the very next minute, there is nothing softer than his lips or the goosebumps that trail your skin that he touched after untucking your shirt.
His skin is hot against yours, hot enough to raise goosebumps again on your skin. His lips are warmth personified and his grip makes you want to go unhinged
He pulls back, lips parting and looking sinfully delectable. "It's in moments like these, princess, I realise how different our body temperatures are. How much warmer demons always are compared to humans. It must feel nice to have warm hands over you, doesn't it?" Jisung removes his hand from your bare skin and from underneath your white shirt. You gasp at the lack of contact, your skin feeling irritably cold all over again, and move closer into him.
"What a needy human," Jisung chuckles, and in the very blink of your eyes, he unbuttons your first two ones, exposing your black bra, laced to perfection, to him. "That's a pretty one. You really did go all out for Chan, did you not, princess?"
"I did. I wanted him to fuck me stupid and make me his tonight," you agree boldly and the car jolts to a stop suddenly. You are pushed forward into Jisung's warmth, your half-naked self pressed against Jisung's nice shirt. Changbin chuckles, looking at Chan and you turn to the side to see the traffic. You whisper again, "I still want him to fuck me stupid tonight."
"Oh, you are going to be all of ours tonight. We are going to make you such a slut for demon cock, princess. Make you greedy and desperate for it."
You are in the public. You are on the road, visible for any child or adult to look into your car only to see all the lustful deeds out in the open. You should have felt embarrassed, quivering in nothing but shame. However, all these triggers are for you to get wetter, panties sticking to your core and your grip to tighten on Jisung's arms.
Jisung's hand moves back to unhook your bra. He lets it fall off your shoulders slightly before taking your left breast in his arms and bringing his face closer to it. He sucks on your left nipple, nipping on the areola around. His hand massages the right breast over the black lace bra and your head lolls forward. Your hand tightens around his shoulder and you desperately crave some friction in your nether regions.
"Can I sit on your thigh, please?" You beg and Jisung's mouth leaves your nipple only to look up at you.
"Only if you call me sir."
Jisung has an immaculate grip on your waist as he lifts you slightly, holding you mid-air and not letting you settle down on his thigh until you call him by what he desires to be called.
"Please let me sit on your thigh, sir."
"You're a good girl," and Jisung drops you down on his thigh. You blush at how Jisung calls you a good girl. You like being called names. Be it a good girl or a slut, the words coming out from them right during sex made you feel unique and special. Your skirt rides up and your wet panties are pressed flat against his nice formal pants. He kisses your lips again, this time biting into your lower lip and drawing a bit of the blood. The copper taste does nothing for the demon exactly, besides indulging him in a slight high he could almost get off on. You seethe against him and your hips grind down on his thigh almost unknowingly. Your lips part behind your panties, the two materials underneath and his flexed thigh providing you enough to ease the lust and thirst of wanting to feel more.
"Does this feel good?" You moan in response and Jisung's eyes sparkle. "Ah, look at the expressions you are making." His hands grip tightly on your hips as he resolves to go back to your breasts and suck on them till the nipples harden for him and the areola swells up. His hands help your hips to move against his thigh quickly, soaking his navy blue pants darker. Your covered clit rubs over and over against his flexed thighs and the moans that leave your lips are loud and unhinged.
"Sir, ah, ah—" Your hands drop to hover your palm over his covered cock that rubs against your outer thigh. "I want more, sir. Fuck, fuck, I want more. Please, sir." And just as you begged, Jisung bites slightly into your breast just when he lets go of your hips and plunges two fingers into your wet lips, pushing the panties and skirt aside slightly. With your pussy filled with his fingers, Jisung continues to suck on your breasts and little kisses and hickeys all over them.
Your moan is the loudest so far this night in that minute. His fingers are long and bony and they hit your walls and push against them exactly the way you like. Your pain and pleasure senses, both activated, seemed to be mixing signals leaving you with a slow, slow path to euphoria. "You like that, princess? Tell me."
"Your fingers feel so good, sir." You move against his thighs quickly, grinding on it rough as your pussy is stuffed with his fingers. "Sir, sir— Fuck, sir. There." Jisung curves his fingers, the joints by his finger rubbing against your spot, deep inside that has your thighs shivering and your whole body aching for more. He rubs against the spot till you gasp over and over again and he's laughing like the very devil he is.
"Oh my god, you're so wet for me, princess. You are dripping." Jisung quickly stills you on his thighs, his other hand digging into your hips. "I'm going to go a little—" He pulls out slightly before thrusting his fingers back in.
"Sir, oh my god," your voice pitches higher and Jisung takes the positive signs well. He pushes his fingers back in after pulling them out. His forefinger moves away from the middle all while they are deep inside of you, stretching your walls apart and the sensation rules you up further as you move down, pulling him deeper and making you feel fuller than a second before. His fingers scissors inside of you, enhancing the sensations against your soft wet walls
"You're so needy, princess. You like that, huh? Does it feel nice to have my fingers wide apart inside of you? Do you like it when I curl them up?" And Jisung curls them, eliciting a loud groan from you and your head dropping into his shoulder as you can feel yourself edge closer.
He thrusts them faster. The lewd noises from your arousal gushing out and being pushed back in thanks to his fingers is intensified in the small space and your moans are like spice. Jisung sucks on your neck as his fingers hit your spot over and over again till the knot tightens so much that tears well up in your eyes and you pray he pushes you over the boundary.
"You like my fingers thrusting fast, princess?" You nod and Jisung orders, "Words, princess."
"Yes, sir. I love it. I love it. I love— Ah! Ungh—"
His thumb brushes finally against your clit and you bite into his shoulder. "Such a good princess. You deserve to cum, don't you? You were such a good girl." Jisung's thumb presses into your clit. His thrusts stills for a short second and your impatient self slides yourself up to fuck his fingers. The obscene sounds get louder with every second as you move closer to your orgasm.
"I think I should introduce another finger. Princess got my two fingers sopping wet." Jisung's third finger now plunges into you, pushing you apart even further and your breath hitches. He thrusts at a great speed, "We'll be faster, a little bit faster. That will be alright, right?" You know you are close, just a little bit of clitoral stimulation and Jisung's three bony fingers thrusting up into you, hitting the spots—
The electric motor revs and the garage door opens. Chan slowly moves the car into the garage, darkness seeping into the car. Jisung thrusts sloppily, once and then twice before pulling them away from your core, leaving your walls to clench on nothing desperately. You cry, "No, no, no, no—"
His voice is husky as he says, "Looks like we are here, princess. We are home." Slowly, without breaking contact with your eyes, Jisung sucks on his forefinger and then the middle finger and then the third slowly, tongue wrapping across it, dancing almost like a whole orchestra was playing in the background.
Chan rushes to open your door. He sees your haphazard hair, unbuttoned shirt and exposed breasts and he groans. You are insatiable just as he has always known. Your eyes are lost and mind far away at dreams of achieving orgasm. Chan buttons up your shirt and helps you get out of the car. His hold on your frame is tight and he kisses the side of your forehead.
"Chan's making pasta," Changbin announces and walls towards you, raising an eyebrow at your sight.
"We already have a whole meal here." Jisung licks your arousal from his lower lips. Chan rolls his eyes, before calling out loudly, "Jisung!"
"Yes?"
"You're helping me with dinner."
"But why me? I want to fuck Y/N," he whines. "All I did was tease her in the back of the car."
Chan leans into you and whispers, "Feel free to hit him when you want to. You'll have me to reason out and save you from anything." You laugh lightly, head slowly focusing on your boyfriend. He shifts his attention back to Jisung, "Because I said so and it's the least of hospitality you must show."
Jisung groans, before reluctantly agreeing, "I have a huge appetite, so heads up." You stare at Jisung, head with thoughts far in the past than in the present.
Fuck appetite. Fuck Han Jisung. Figuratively, and if fortunate, quite literally. You have a ruined orgasm for the first time that night and all you have an appetite for is one — to be humble — mind-blowing orgasm to take you to the end of the world and back.
Your boyfriend is a gentleman.
In the years you have known Chan, you know for sure that heaven and hell is nothing but a lie. Ironically. The stigmatization of having to be only bad or only good is so skin deep in humans that the very thought of a devil being nice seems like an illusion. That is, if the whole concept of heaven and hell is not an illusion already.
Chan is nice. He is nice to you and that is all that matters to you. He treats you like a princess because you are his princess — the only person worth staying on earth for.
So when he lets the guys go ahead and pulls you behind a wall right before the huge living room of his apartment is in view, you know he has something to say. That, or he has a kiss to steal.
"Are you okay?"
Chan's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes softening in worry as his hands lift up to cup your face, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. You break a smile, leaning forward to brush the tip of your nose against his and you place a delicate peck on the same spot.
"More than ever. I told you, baby, right? That I'll tap out the minute this gets too much for me."
"I'm just so worried. You've never—"
"Are you guys making out?" You hear Jisung's voice resonate against the walls and you turn your head, stifling the laughter that bubbles inside of you. Jisung yells again, "Chan, pasta!"
"I'm coming," he yells back, dropping his hand from your face. "I'm coming. Oh, if only Lucifer burnt you alive!"
"I'd have to be alive for that, ha!"
"Go," you chuckle, kissing his lips only to pull back in a short second. "I'll hang out with Changbin."
"He's. . ." Chan sighs. "Just remember to be comfortable, baby, okay?"
"I know. I trust them. Beyond everything, I trust you."
You hold Chan's hand in yours and pull him away from the shadows of the wall, bring him before his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the two of you, before taking a step forward as Chan follows Jisung to the kitchen.
"That leaves us together alone for a while," Changbin suggests, arms folded over each other as he takes quicker steps towards you. He doesn't tower over you much but his entire persona that he broods is enough to make you whimper, lips to part unknowingly and eyes to widen in want. "I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Changbin. I've known your boyfriend since forever. We became demons around the same time."
"Oh," you respond, mouth patching up with the excessive want.
"I'd like to get to know you, sweetheart?" Changbin is close enough for you to feel the warmth that exudes from his body. His arms drop for a small second before his right one lifts up. His thumb and forefinger grips on your chin to angle it up slightly for you to look at him properly. The name he calls you by makes you gasp under your breath, loving the endearment and he notices. Changbin notices how much the term has its effect on you in this minute.
"Do you like being called a sweetheart, princess? An angel, maybe? Do you like dressing up in pretty pink lingerie for Chan? Maybe you want to be a baby doll on top of me for the night?" Changbin lets go of your chin before taking a step back and walking towards Chan's sofa. He sits down on it, thighs spread apart as his arm rests on the side. His attention drifts back to you, lips quirking up in brief excitement. "Or despite dating one of the most sinful creatures ever to exist, you like being called a good girl?"
Your thighs clench together and you grip at the end of your skirt. Changbin laughs at the reaction he draws out from you. He taps on his thighs and beckons for you, "Why don't you come be a good girl on my lap, hm?"
You take shy steps towards him, before sitting on his thighs that he now has pressed together. Either of your legs dangle on the sides of his body and Changbin holds your hips as he pulls you closer. Your skirt crumpled up, exposing so much more to him and Changbin is in delight at how pretty you look on top of him.
"May I?" And you nod, mumbling a soft yes. His hand slowly trails above, starting from the point right above your knee joint. It's slow and sensuous for a soft second as his fingers slowly climb up your thigh before the tables turn over and Changbin's hand rips the panties from underneath your skirt and throws it to the side. Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up as you hold onto his shoulder at the sudden force.
"We won't be needing that for the night now, do we?"
You bite your lip and Changbin's hand hovers over your sodden lips from the previous encounter with Jisung. He rubs his palm over it as he locks his gaze with yours and asks, "Respond, princess. I need to hear you respond."
"No, we won't need that."
"That's my good girl," Changbin praises you and presses the heel of his palm into your clitoral region and you moan explicitly and unhinged. He rubs it slightly and your burning core oozes more of your arousal out into his hand, burning for that long forgotten orgasm you had hoped for. Using his other hand, he rips open your blouse, the top button letting free from the dress at all the harsh happenings it has been through for the night.
"Oh dear, look at that," Changbin clicks his tongue repeatedly before plunging his fingers into your core and pulling your bra down with his teeth at the same time, grazing slightly at your breast that it leaves you thrusting yourself on his fingers that drive hard into you.
You whimper, "Changbin, fuck," and he lets out an amused sound. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of you as he lips wrap around your nipple, lapping at it. He lets go momentarily, hot breath fanning all over your mound and he asks,
"Do you like this or maybe is it some pain that you like?"
And within a second, Changbin's teeth bite into the flesh by your mound. His unoccupied hand cups your mound, massaging it before flicking your nipple. Harshly. You gasp, head dropping forward as you lean into Changbin's chest, whimpering repeatedly.
"Baby girl likes that, doesn't she?" He flicks it again, pain shooting up your nerves and you slightly bite into his neck. He speaks into your skin. "She likes it a lot."
Changbin says he likes art. He talks about how he loves the purple colours that blend into the pink and then, the colours of your skin. He sucks on your bosom, littering the area around your areola with pretty, pretty marks all while his fingers are plunged deep inside of you, pads of the same rubbing your walls while his palm rubs the collected arousal into your core, pressing into your clit and stimulating it
Your senses are alert and every breath, every moan that is present in the air is hyperbolised in your ears. You can feel Changbin's rough fingers slowly pull out while his mouth trails down to wrap his lips around your areola, tongue wrapping around your nipple and he laps at it like a starved animal.
"Chan's too nice to you, too gentle, too kind to you. Treats you like some porcelain doll. I don't blame him for that," Changbin taunts you. He pulls his fingers out from your dripping core and his mouth leaves your breasts. Your walls contract at the sudden absence of his fingers and you grind down onto his thighs, expecting — begging more.
Changbin flicks at your stimulated clitoris. It sends a rush of both pain and pleasure intermingled up your spine, hitting your brain cells, leaving you lost and in a trance. He continues the mockery, "I usually don't fuck with humans. In fact, I even condoned Chan for doing that. No offense to you, baby girl, but humans are delicate, too fragile, for my taste. No matter how sex crazed or ravenous you are, you are still no match for a demon by comparison."
Changbin kisses up your neck, marking you up as he draws out his mockery. You think it is weird that this time round Changbin doesn't intimidate or anger you. Rather every word he says sends a trail of arousal shooting downwards, making you wetter with every passing second — making you anticipate for so much more. It is embarrassing at how wet you are from every single teasing you have been put throygh for the night.
"You may think Chan is different but he isn't, baby girl. He's just as demonic as we are, just as fucked up as every creature from hell is. He might hold back for you, but when you push his buttons well enough, you know he'll unleash it all. Even Jisung. The only difference between them and yours truly is that—" Changbin pauses. His lips quirk up and his hand unbuckles his belt, metal clinging as it comes undone. He unzips the pant and shoves it down as he lifts himself up with you with such ease that your fragile, weak and overstimulated self is in surprise. He pulls his dick out from his formal pants and it is hot, hard and everything you crave at this point.
You think it's unfair for a man with this big an ego to have this thick a cock and you were this close to blaming God for being unfair when you realise this isn't his territory. And history has proven that Lucifer has always been kind to his followers.
Changbin strokes his cock, thumb rubbing at the slit at the hot head. You salivate, almost ready to drip from the corner of your mouth when Changbin cuts your thoughts — filthy thoughts, too dirty to be spoken of; filthy, filthy thoughts on how heavy his cock would be on your mouth, on how wide his cock would stretch your mouth and how deep he'd go, perhaps all the way to your throat — and holds your thighs, pulling you closer into him to position you in such a way that his cock is straddled right between the flesh of both your thighs.
"The only difference between me and the other two, baby girl, is that," Changbin's voice drops an octave lower as he almost growls, "I don't make a habit of suppressing it at all. I can grab you by the throat just like this—" The demon holds you by your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck hovering right across your jugular and carotid, pressing them slightly. It is scary how you are here trusting a demon fully aware that an inch deeper and you would be accompanying him in your journey to the other world. Or mayhaps it's your trust in your boyfriend. Changbin's fingers are wrapped deliciously around your neck and your pussy leaks juices, coating his dick that is pressed against it. "—and thrust my dick so deep into you and fuck you so hard that your body, mind and soul is broken beyond repair."
Your mouth opens wide, tongue resting against your lower lip and Changbin spits into your mouth, ordering you instantly, "Swallow," and when you do, he lets go of your neck for a second, caressing the roughened area and mumbling, "You're a good, good girl for me, aren't you, baby girl?"
You nod, voice hoarse as you beg like a kitten in her worst heat, "Please, please, please—"
"Please what, baby girl? Use your words like the good girl you are."
"Fuck me, Binnie. Fuck me, fuck me. Need your dick in me. I'll be a good girl."
Changbin laughs loudly, almost as if he is mocking you. He is, because his fingers wrap around your neck once again as he thrusts his cock upwards. It slides against your wet lips, striking against your clit. "How could I fuck you when your thighs are this inviting? Look at how wet they are because of your arousal. You are leaking, baby. What a good whore."
"Binnie," you gasp, barely phrasing with his hold on your neck as he thrusts back upward. He holds your close as you equally grind on him. "Binnie, I want more. I want more."
"Be a good girl and I'll reward you, baby girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck your thighs." You nod and grind down. "How does it feel like, baby girl, to have my hard cock rubbing against you? Squeeze your legs tightly around me—" You wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back. "Fuck, just like that."
The squelching sounds are loud and prominent. The friction of his cock rubbing against your wet skin is amplified in the silence. Your hips move slightly trying to get as much as contact possible on your clit. Your head is empty, voices hindered and you can only think of how badly you want to get fucked, how badly you want Changbin to treat you more roughly.
Changbin is vocal. Very, very vocal. He whimpers at every rub, moans loudly and grunts as you grind down on him. The filthy words that leave his mouth does not stop — "Your skin feels so warm and cool against my cock. Oh fuck, can you feel your clit throbbing against my dick, baby girl? You naughty little fucking thing."
His pace quickens as he thrusts further, grunting, "You are fucking delicious, baby girl. Chan's been keeping a whole asset away from us."
"Binnie, Binnie—" you moan, breasts rising and falling with every occasional jumping you do on his thighs to match the pace of his thrusts. "Choke me harder, please."
"What?"
"I want you to choke me harder."
"Fuck," and Changbin listens clearly. His fingers dig a little deeper and you are gasping, arousal dripping even more and staining his navy blue formal pants after coating his cock further. "Fucking grind on my cock. Baby girl, you are making me rethink my policy on humans."
"Ungh," you whimper when his cock stills and grinds onto your clit, focusing only on that. Changbin chuckles. His voice is laced with tease, "Easy there, baby girl. If my cock were to accidentally slip into your pussy, who knows what I might do."
"Please, please—" You barely speak out when Changbin's grip on your neck loosens for a bit.
"Did I fuck the words out of you, baby? Did I fuck you stupid? I haven't even fucked you with my dick yet and look at you already. You would want that right, baby girl? For me to fuck you dumb, fuck you stupid. I'll have you ride my cock till all you know is how to be a good girl for me and how to take my big fat cock."
"Yes, yes, yes—"
Changbin stops right when your whimpering increases, pitch shooting up higher and your chest rises and falls as he halts. However, in one swift motion, he pins you on the sofa, him on top of you and he stares at you. You are a disoriented mess, hair spilling onto your face and everywhere, clothes open partially but enough to spill everything and your legs — thighs specifically — are glistening in the lights.
"It sucks that you are Chan's girl, sweetheart? Do you think he'd mind sharing more than once?"
Changbin does not wait for your response. With the support of his hands, he brings his body down, head in direct contact with your skirt stained with your arousal and the precum that oozed out from his cock. He sucks deep purple marks into your thighs, trailing them all the way to your glistening core. And then, his mouth is on your sodden lips.
It's a miracle at how you are able to keep your eyes open. All the teasing this night has made your body heavy and yet, like some starving woman on sex steroid, your pussy aches for more. His lips are on your wet ones as he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. It is merciless. The demon he is, is marvellous, hot and a sex god at that. His tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening.
The room is filled with lewd noises and your moans are loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Changbin licks stripes after stripes on your lips, lapping up your arousal as he hums in delight. Another stripe up your wet lips and he soon wraps his plump pair around your clit and sucks on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly.
Changbin's sharp teeth graze over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. The vortex forms deep within you again, the sign of an impending orgasm and you can only pray that he doesn't leave you begging like Jisung did. It's coming. You are so close, again, for the second time this night and you needed it. You are sure that you would go crazy if you did not receive the release you had so prayed for. Changbin rubs your clit furiously, lips moving back to your cunt as he eats you out. Changbin's tongue flicks to perfection, hitting your sensitised bud over and over again till you snap and come undone all over his face, arousal squirting out and over his entire face.
Your legs quiver as Changbin laps it all up, tongue swiping across your lips till he has drunk every single drop of your arousal. Your eyes that were squeezed shut opens and you see the mess you have made on his face.
"Fuck, I'm sor—" You try to lift yourself up to help him when Changbin pulls you by your legs closer to him and wraps his lips on your clit, sucking on the bud till it borders overstimulation and you are screaming out in both pain and pleasure, your abdomen pitting at the sight of another orgasm with his actions.
"Binnie, fuck, oh fuck," Tears well up at the corner of your eyes on being overstimulated. You can feel your brain getting fuzzier, sense hyperbolic at everything around you. You are falling into something you are unfamiliar with. "I'm sensitive, fuck. I'm so sensitive."
He moves forward, overstimulating you and your eyes roll up at all your nerves being triggered to send the excess messages of stimulation to your brain, knots tightening and you are ready to combust once again until Jisung walks out of the kitchen, announcing, "Dinner's ready."
"Too bad I had my fill," Changbin sniggers, tongue extending out of his mouth to lick your arousal off the corners of his mouth. Your chest rises and falls and you try to focus in on something on the ceilings — ah, the spokes of the fan, yes. Three. Three. Three. Three. Changbin quickly notices the change in your demeanor, "Baby girl? You alright?"
"Princess?" Chan's rushing to your side as soon as he hears something is up with you. You giggle, laughing soon enough as you look up. Changbin stands up from your side, concern filling him when you start laughing. Jisung, on the other hand, walks to keep the pasta on the table behind the sofa. "Princess, are you there with me?"
It is the rush of endorphins that cloud your brain. Your heart beats fast, breathing rapid and it's a different kind of high you are in. You hold onto Chan's sleeve, giggles nonstop as you mumble in between, "Chan, uh, Chan! Chan!"
"I've got you, princess," he says softly, before wrapping his arm around your thighs and the other over your torso before lifting you up. "I've got you. I'm right here." You cling onto his shirt, snuggling into him as he verbally assures you.
He stops midway in his path, turns to look at two of his friends, especially glaring at Changbin, before firmly saying, "Eat and leave. I'll talk to you later. I have to take care of her."
"We could hel—"
"Not today. Not now. I'll—" Chan sighs, holding you closer to him as you mumble words incoherently, smiling to yourself. His face softens, as if he's trying to comfort Changbin who looks guilty for the first time before Chan in eons of years together. "We'll talk to you later."
"Okay."
"And guys?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for tonight. I know she liked it. A bit too much, if anything."
Chan holds you close.
So close to him that even the rush of endorphins in your brain isn't loud enough to hear how loud your own heart beats next to his faint beating one.
His arms wrap around your frame, hand holding your head close into his chest as he soothingly rubs the back of it and at every short interval, he coos into your head, "I'm right here, baby." Your body shifts to a relaxed position from the very tensile state it was in that second thanks to his voice, at his words and at his very being.
"Relax, baby. This is going to pass. You did so well, so, so well."
And you giggle into his chest, eyes closing warmly for a fraction there before looking up at him. Chan believes if synesthesia was a thing for demons, he would see the colours behind your eyes. How the crimson red slowly — so, so slowly — turned to darkest shades of pink and then the softest ones and Chan knows. He knows for sure that this is it. This is his whole world.
Chan feels jealous of humankind for the first time.
He is envious about how it would not be him that grows old with you, has kids with you and gets to be physical with you at every point. He knows he can't do that with you forever. He cannot do this with you forever. And even if he did decide to fuck it and do it anyway, you'd leave him one day.
Chan knows he could never do much. He cannot change fate or turn himself into human for you. That is impossible. And yet he hopes — ah, a dangerous thing for a demon to have, something they mustn't possess — that every moment he spends with you is infinite and never dies.
Your body tightens up again, goes rigid in his hold and he worries for you. That is Chan's first mistake, or so he believed years back. He cares for you. He cares for you in ways a demon shouldn't. He cares for you enough to know that demons have feelings or at the very least, he does. He cares enough to call it love.
"It's alright," he mumbles and you mumble back, "We couldn't spend time together tonight."
"It's still eight. We have time," Chan smiles and rubs the hair off your face, only to press a soft chaste kiss on your forehead. "We have a lot of time. You should rest. You were such a good girl tonight."
"I was," you hold onto his shirt before letting your hands trail underneath and Chan realises the endorphins are slowly calming down, keeping you in a safer position than you were minutes back. "Wasn't I, daddy?"
"Princess, you really had a lot today, do you—"
"I want to. I—" You kiss Chan, hands cupping his face and lips pulling at his before letting your tongue twine with his. You moan unknowingly as your body rises to lean further into him. Your fingers graze the small stubble by the side of his jaws as you find yourself getting lost in him, in the feeling of his hot tongue lapping around yours.
"Mmh," Chan moans before holding your jaw tighter, leg wrapping around your frame. In a swift motion, he pins you down underneath him as he still kisses you. His lips are beyond tempting as you draw every kiss out, draw every moan out from him. He pulls back the minute you lift your hips to grind onto his crotch, feeling himself against your bare core. "We should stop—"
"No. You're my Valentine. Not Changbin or Jisung. You'll always be my Valentine," you respond, tugging him down into you by his shirt. Chan's eyes widen before softening as he looks at you — looks at you like you are everything better than him, hell and afterlife.
"But you really had it rough today and—"
"I want more. I want so much more rough and I want them from my boyfriend. No one else." Your hand grades the stubble again and Chan leans into your hold. "The fact that you've never been rough with me and that I had to hear about it from Changbin and Jisung did no good to my ego, baby."
"They were—" Chan pauses on his own this time. You don't interrupt or cut him. He knows he can't lie to you. He knows how much he holds back but Chan knows that he has no issue with that. It's a safer option for you and yet here you are tonight asking him to be himself, be everything he is and show you how far he can go — he was going to fucking lose it at that alone.
"You know they were not lying," your voice lower. "They are demons, you had said, and that I should be careful. But Chan, baby, you are a demon too. So why do you hold back? Is it because I'm a human?"
"Yes," Chan reluctantly agrees and you sigh. You drop your hand from his face and Chan's lips pucker in response. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You know you won't," you reassure him. "You could never hurt me unknowingly and even if you did, you know you'd take care of me till I'm back to the same."
"There shouldn't be a situation that leads to the worst case scenario, Y/N."
"But I want that. I want you to show me everything and I want to know if I'd like that. Give me a choice. I—" You gulp, scared of telling it out loud finally now that you have come to a partial conclusion to it yourself. "I liked Changbin being rough on me. I liked it a lot. I liked Jisung edging me. I liked it so much that all I could think about till Changbin touched me was of Jisung giving me an orgasm."
Chan's hand presses down by the sheets adjacent to your face and he holds it tightly. If care was an emotion he shouldn't have felt, jealousy is another that should never have a place in a demon's mind. Especially not when they were all brought up with the thought of sharing.
He hates how Changbin got to be rough with you before him. Something so petty and so, so territorial arises in him that he wasn't even aware for him to feel this. He knows he gave consent. He knows he was there to hear it all and yet hearing you say you liked it brought in exactly two emotions in him that conflicted each other so much that he knew he was going feral — a) delight, over you being so content and over you being so understanding of demonic natures and b) jealousy, over another demon having had you in ways only he had before.
"Chan?"
"Yes?"
"You were lost there for a minute."
"You promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?"
"Always," you peck at his lips. "I'll always do that. I just want everything you are and you have to offer. I don't want to know stuff from others. I want to feel them through you."
And Chan kisses you again. This time however, it is a lot different from the previous kiss you drew out from him. His lips find home in yours as they come upon you, imperatively. The kiss gets deeper each time, tongues chasing and lapping each other, earning continuous whines and whimpers coming out from both of you. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, your fingers trailing up his nape to his hair, gripping the small hair at his back and Chan kisses you passionately, his hands cupping and tilting your face, angling it so that he could intensify the kiss as he desired.
He's desperate to show you everything he is.
The very second your mouth had brushed his, Chan knows that you are the one for him. It had always been you. Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could feel the tingle over his lips and your warm breath wafting over his chin. It is exactly as he had carved in his mind, etched so deep that it could never fade away.
His hand is prominent on its grip on your neck, as you lift your chin higher — so you can press your lips harder into his — while your hands fist into his shirt — white, clean and perfect all for the night only for it to be discarded to the very corner of the bedroom the two of you share. His free hand drops to wind around your waist, arm pressed between the bed and you and in one swift movement, he pulls your body flush against his.
Gasping at the motion, Chan seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, your lips parting further in response. His tongue swipes across yours, curling around your tongue and gently massaging it. The metal ball at the tip of his tongue provides a sharp coldness and you hiss into his mouth, only for him to provide more contact with the metal that it leaves you emitting moans into him.
It is electrifying. Every single thing with Chan has been exciting, unpredictable and leaves you begging for more. It is perhaps mankind's adhesive nature towards sin itself that made you like this — that made you into such a moldable clay in his hands and you don't mind going to hell for this. Because every single moment you lived on earth, if it were with him, would be relentlessly passionate. You would never want to swap with anything, even if someone handed heaven to you on a platter.
Because Chan is your heaven.
When you feel his tongue flick against yours, slightly, grazing it, your hands uncurl from his shirt - only to wind up his chest, along his throat, towards the nape of his neck. You find yourself lapping around the metal ball on his tongue, rolling your eyes shut.
With every passing second, you find yourself drowning into Chan. His body is pressed flat against yours, chest against yours, his saccharine taste coating your senses till that is all you can think about, and his warm breath all over your face. You find yourself drowning into him — you always have — his entire presence encasing your senses as you lose yourself deep into his entire being.
Is this how people were dragged into hell? Tempting.
Chan pulls back and you smile at your boyfriend, like a little girl happy to have received her candy. You glance down at your shirt that is half open as a result of everything that happened tonight and proceed to unbutton the rest and remove it off your body. Chan's eyes linger more than ever on the marks that Changbin has left all over your body — marks that have turned dark purplish red and he seethes at the very sight of it in anger.
"If we do this again, on your request, of course," Chan kisses over all the marks slowly, taking his own time to lick it over with his tongue before pressing his lips against it. "I'm going to be physically present. Not going to let anyone mark my baby up like this. That's for me."
And Chan sucks over it. His hand goes behind your back to unhook your bra and toss it aside. His hand lands firm on your breast, fingers playing with your nipple as his mouth slowly moves down to kiss your other nipple before sucking on it, lewd sounds emitting from his mouth.
"Daddy, fuck—" Your back arches, hips jutting upwards into his pelvis only to feel his covered growing length rough against your sticky skin. Chan uses his free hand to hold onto your waist and lift you slightly, allowing you to hook your leg over his waist, tight enough to tease you.
Chan hums in approval as you grind up, exposed core moving and staining your favorite formal pants of his, all while his tongue laps at your areola. The metal ball right at the centre of the tip of his tongue is pressed to your nipple and the difference in temperature has your mind spiralling.
His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin only for the metal ball to soothe over the burn.
Puckering his lips, he presses them to the sensitive spot by your jugular before sucking harshly. Responsively, a low mew resounds from your lips, leaving them in the open for just you and him to hear to.
"Do you remember the safe word?"
You nod, "Red for you to stop, yellow for you to give me time and green for you to proceed."
"Perfect," and Chan moves so quickly to remove your skirt off your body as he hovers over your completely naked self, fully clothed. You have always wondered if Chan would ever be into power play, especially with how he could project himself sometimes. Like in moments like these. You make a note in your head to ask him about the very thing.
Chan kisses your lips, tugging at your lip before dipping himself further, getting lost in you. He rubs his tongue across your lower lip, metal ball harsh against your coral lips. He kisses your cheek and then, your pinna.
You feel his warm breath against your ear, shuddering in impact. You are about to ask him to stop teasing you — that you've had enough foreplay the whole night. However, in the next second, his hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs in a loud spank and you gasp, not expecting it. He hits the same skin almost a second after before the pain recedes and you are moaning out loud, brain wiring differently as heat pools between your legs.
“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His hand edges closer to you, dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs, all over again and over the dried ones by your thighs. "You’re so dripping wet,” Chan mutters, only to laugh and comment, "At least I can credit this to myself."
Chan leans forward, next to your ear again and mumbles, "Baby, I'll be using words that would come off as very demeaning but I need you to know that I would never use them unless we are in the mood. You are and will be my baby girl, my princess forever. Is that alright?"
"It is," you blush, heat shooting straight to the core and you can feel yourself leak further, embarrassingly, right when Chan's hand is so close to your lips.
"Fuck, you are dripping. Such a filthy whore," Chan taunts and you feel it, deep in your gut. You've never seen this side to Chan but fuck, you love it. You love it more than Changbin having called you a good girl. You want to be called a whore, a slut — as long as you were his whore, his slut.
Chan collects the arousal that you drip out, coating his fingers and palm. Moving his fingers, he collects your arousal that leaks from your gaping hole and watches the transparent stick to his fingers. The bulge in his pants is hard and seems too painful to be confined. You gulp evidently, throat parched. Chan's hand edges closer towards your lips and languidly strokes your slit with his fingers coating in your arousal. The pads of his finger circles your hole and you mewl, clutching slightly onto his shoulder.
"Daddy, please, need your fingers in me."
"You've been fucked by two demons already and you are still so horny," he scoffs. "Impressive." He raises an eyebrow. Almost like he is teasing you further, he continues to play with your cunt. You whimper, gasping and hoping to feel the burn of the stretch that would come with him thrusting his fingers up.
Each small action Chan does has you moving forward in pleasure, hoping for the same as you try to move with his hand, all in an attempt to drive his digit deeper into you. Nonetheless, Chan controls the pressure and the pace and no matter how hard you try to move, he never lets you have his way, clearly showing that it was him in power here, not you. Growing tired of his teasing, anticipation filling you to insanity, tears brimming your eyes, you whine, “Fucking hell, Ch— Daddy, come on."
Chan chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. You sigh, breath exhaled out desperately. "Please, please, pl— Ah!"
Chan hits your core with the pads of his finger, labia silently flapping in impact and you moan at the pain that shoots up from your sensitive core. This causes you to moan, body moving forwards in a surprised reaction. The palm hitting the clit sends electric sparks throughout your body, your brain almost fusing. The sound is sharp as it rings through the air before you feel pain along the vulva. Crying in pain, you mumble softly out before holding to him softly, “Please,” you implore. "I need you, daddy."
The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy bud causes you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. Chan mumbles as he lowers his body silently, kissing your skin on his way. He kisses the skin right above your acetabulum, tracing his lips down till he kisses your core, a soft peck over it.
It is a stark difference in your clothing that takes you aback; of how you were completely naked while Chan was completely clothed and yet that excited you. The power he has is enough to have you ooze out more arousal that would prompt the sheets to stain further.
Chan licks at your core, once, twice and then he is sucking at your clit, like a man walking days in a desert with no water source. His mouth is against your core, licking on it, the cold wet metal ball pressing against it, before he sucks on your engorged button. The lewd noises that leave your mouth are pornographic and your legs have lost their strength.
You are about to say a word before Chan curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the feeling of his fingers in you. "D-Daddy!"
You feel Chan searching your walls for the spot he has felt enough that he finds it in a few minutes. He rubs against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs. The sheets are stained. His pants are stained and so is his white shirt.
"No demon I've fucked before would have sex this close to being out of the world. Fuck, princess. Your slutty pussy is clutching onto my fingers." He rubs your walls and your enlarged button. Your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately as you press into him.
Chan's fingers are fast as they thrust in and out of your core. You could find yourself getting wetter and wetter with the lewd sounds that resonate the walls. The demon presses his metal piercing flat against your clit and you gasp. "F-Fuck, Daddy!"
And as Chan sucks on your button of nerves, his fingers thrusts into you at a relentless pace, pushing right at the spot that has you feeling the endorphins spilling into your bloodstream. You feel the knot that tightens in your stomach, ready to fall over the cliff till Chan's teeth graze your clit and you lose it.
“Come for me, my princess,” Chan urges. His command, paired with the way his tongue dances across your clit and how his rough thick fingers drags against your sweet spot, has you careening off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion. You can feel your bloodstream soaking slowly with the rush of endorphins. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is, as Chan slowly rubs you through your high.
You think Chan is about to drag his fingers out of you and away when he picks up the speed of his fingers. He toys with your sensitive clit.
"Daddy, ah—" You feel the pain slightly of being overstimulated, slowly getting intense and intense. You are crying and he slows down, looking into your eyes, expecting a colour to be screamed and when you don't, smiling softly, he continues, kissing you and swallowing every cry you have.
You feel your skin standing at the very precipice of being sensitive to anything. In a split second without any warning, his mouth still on you, Chan holds your clit between his forefinger and thumb before twisting it and instantly, you feel something deep within you tighten up.
That was it. Your breath is disoriented. Your jaw falls loose and you let out a loud cry as a powerful orgasm cuts right through you. Chan drops his hand on to the bed as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your arousal soaks his shirt, fabric sticking to his body and he is amused. Your thighs shake, quivering uncontrollably as your back curves, body lifting up. Chan's other arm wraps around you as he kisses you through this. Your muscles tremble, ache and are sour. Eventually, you find your hips stopping gradually as you fall victim to the pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.
"That was so fucking hot," he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are closed, post that powerful orgasm, tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you are alright and are able to breath right.
"Daddy," you smile and Chan smiles brighter. That's his girl. That's his girl, alright.
"You've got my shirt messy, princess." He chuckles and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as your head drops to the side to look away. Chan holds your face with his messy hands and kisses you, drawing out another long kiss to rid you away from any other thoughts besides ones of fucking him tonight.
You pull away and mumble, "It's not fair that you were dressed completely in the first place."
"Is that so now?"
"Yes," you huff and your hand trails up Chan's arm, fingers digging into his arm. "It's a damn bother."
Chan unbuttons his shirt, taking his own time with it as his fingers roll against them before popping the material out of hold from the button. Your hand lies in wait by his waist, fingers rubbing against the curve of his ass and you stare up at him. With every button that he maneuvers his shirt out of, you can see his tattoos more and more clearly.
The feathers that poke out through the corner of his shoulder, flat on the coracoid process, more present superficially right above his clavicle, are detailed. You can see the feathers variant in their styles as they fall from a greater source that lies behind him.
Chan's tattoo had always been magnificent, as if they were rebuking the almighty as he acknowledged his very being. The ends of the black feathers also tease into the head of his biceps. Two beautiful wings, bold and powerful, arise from his spine and exhibit loudly on his back.
Your mouth gapes open at the sight of it as Chan bends forward to unbutton his pants, the wings clearly visible to you and your heart leaps at the sight of it. Chan raises an eyebrow at you, staring down at his tattoo, as soon as he pulls down his pants.
"Ah, the tattoo kink," he chuckles. "How could I forget."
"It's not a thing," you blush.
"Please," he laughs, eyes wrinkling soon. "There's no way you could lie to me, princess."
You blush. Crunching forward, you stretch your arms, fingers pointing to draw against the outline of the wings. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "It's so fucking beautiful, Chan." He chooses to ignore the call of his name because nothing else would sound sweeter in this moment than his name itself. What you would do to give everything in wrapping your lips around his flesh by the corners of the wings and to ruin it with your own marks.
He unsheathes himself off the confines of his undergarment. Chan has always been bigger in comparison to every single one you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. It shines under the dim lighting of your room, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly.
You let out a small mewl — the walls of your core throbs against his member at the sensations of the piercings rubbing against the same — enhancing both your senses. Chan notices how your thighs quiver and he raises his eyebrows in sheer amusement.
"You really don't fail to surprise me, princess," Chan sniggers. "Look at you eye fucking me all while I just unstrip."
"Please," your eyes glisten and Chan coos. "Please. Need your cock in me, daddy. Need your big fat cock to fill me up and stuff me stupid." Your hands move down to hold his engorged length in your hand, rubbing the metal balls on the head with your fingers and feeling the coldness in a sharp contrast to his hot girth.
"You've been such a good, good whore tonight. Daddy's going to reward you well. So well." His hand trails down your frame and you shudder as they move down your sides.
Chan moves slightly, his hands bracing on either side of yours. The strong muscles of his arms twitch as he bears the entirety of his body weight on them. You push your body upwards and you stretch your arms up. You run your hands over his naked shoulders and his back, grazing his tattoo a little more before tangling your fingers into his hair as you tug him further over you.
A soft gasp slips from your mouth when his weight presses over you: his defined chest over yours and his hips pressing into yours in the most enticing way. His cock brushes against your thighs slicken in your arousal and you moan. The metal ladder framing underneath his shaft is cold against your skin and you can feel the goosebumps that arise atop your skin all the way to spread the heat to your core.
Chan's arms wrap around your body, holding you so close to him that your chests brush against each other. You feel his hardened erection sharp against your thighs, brushing against your core and you whimper in his hold. "Please."
"Please what, princess?"
"Fuck me, daddy."
Chan's lips crash onto your swollen ones with a force that has to be reckoned. He grinds his heavy cock into your core, rubbing over your clit. It leaves you moaning, holding onto his deltoids with a ferocious grip, fingers digging into the muscle.
Holding onto the opportunity that presents itself to him, Chan seizes and dives his tongue right into your mouth. They glide across your tongue, your body arching in pleasure. You feel the metallic ball of his piercing run over your tongue in a wistful want, you wrap your own around it before kissing him at the same intensity. Chan's groan hits back through the air in barely a whisper as you swallow most of the sound. Immediately, you let go of his lips and your hand reaches out for his cock slowly coated in precum, you squeeze it softly.
Before you can think straight, you can sense Chan holding his cock in his hand to position himself and with a mere grunt, he enters through your twitching core. His thick girth pushes your walls apart as they move further down into you. Your grip on his deltoid slips to his biceps, desperate to catch hold of something. All that leaves your mouth are parched breaths and desperate moans.
The lewd noises from his dick seeping through your wetness to enter you and stretch you out resonates through the wall only to hit back to both of your ears. Chan's gaze shifts downwards to watch his cock spread open your lips and disappear into your being — all it does to the demon is excite him more.
You feel the piercings against your wall, dragging across your softness. The slight dentations cause you to moan as Chan moves it against it over and over again, ensuring to hit your spot as much as possible with every thrust.
"You're dripping all over my cock, fuck," he grunts as he slips out only to thrust back in carefully. You grind back this time round, trying to match his pace with your fragile body. It takes you aback when you feel Chan grow into his complete girth inside you, stretching you out with an intense burn.
"Daddy," you choke out, words caught in the back of your throat. "Too big, ah."
“No, it’s not, princess," he bites his lip. "We both know you can take it. You're doing so well,” Chan coos. You find him slowing down with every thrust, making sure you are alright. His fingers ghosts right adjacent to your side, caressing your breasts with affectionate touches.
Slowly, the pain fades away, only to be replaced by a rush of pleasure with every thrust. The hard metal of his piercings drag against the sensitive nerves of your wet core, enough to stimulate every other nerve in your body, rubbing it over and over again.
Chan notices your face calming and how you were truly living in the moment. He takes this as a sign enough to thrust quicker, metal piercings striking the spot furiously. The sudden intrusion has your lips parting, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out in ecstasy. Your thighs, that quake, spread apart to take more of him, to let him have more control over you. Your walls clamp down on him, holding his cock tightly and magnifying the thick length of his. The moment his length pokes at the end of your cervix, you jerk, throat drying up instantly as a reaction. He was so thick and so full that he reached all the way to your cervix, ready to show you what it truly is like being fucked by a demon.
Chan grunts as he presses his hand down on your belly after pressing a short kiss. There is a slight bulge and Chan loves how you are, almost as if you are made for him. This leads your wall to press around him. His length pulses against your walls and you feel him completely, in his length and girth. Your walls ripple around his length accepting him completely — in his large, engorged, thick length.
"Fuck, I love this. Hell, I love how your juices coat my length and your lips kiss around my cock. Perfectly fitting my cock as if you were made for me,” he mutters. "Aren't you? You're mine. All mine."
“So pretty, princess,” he coos. With every thrust of his length into you, your body is jolted back and forth, rocking the bed loudly, at an impeccable strength along with your boyfriend's.
In between all the thrusts of his cock, the way his piercings mercilessly drags inside you, triggering every single nerve bundle ever to exist in your body, you feel the clouds of euphoria come at your being. You slowly find yourself losing your being into the sheer bliss of Chan's actions.
With one more rough thrust, you are unable to hold back and with a loud cry, you come undone around Chan's cock. Feeling your walls clamp vigorously around his length, he lets out a deep growl and continues to thrust his hips into you. It is these thrusts that draw out your orgasm, bringing forth waves of bliss and euphoria, slowly seeming to shut down all your senses. The results of your intense orgasm still fluctuate through you. Your thighs tremble and toes curl. Your walls wrap so tightly around his cock that it drives him close.
His cock pulsates in your warmth and you know it too. "Oh fuck! That’s it, princess,” Chan groans out. He thrusts back into you messily, trying to keep up with the same initial pace. However, he falls out of the same relentless thrusting in the pursuit of his own orgasm. Burying his cock as deep into you, he erupts inside of you. He plays with your clit and comes undone in your core as he swears under breath, unfiltered compliments showered upon you.
His thick cum fills you up. Buried deep, he empties everything of his load, coating your walls with thick stripes of his residue. Slowly, you find yourself back to your senses, body more alive, having ridden yourself of the giddiness of your orgasm. Your body shudders under him in your haze of orgasm.
Chan pulls out his softened cock out from you, glistening under the coated mixture of yours and his orgasm. He holds you close and rubs the side of your face gently as he compliments you, "You did so well, princess. I'm proud of you."
You kiss his lips in response, a soft, chaste one. Chan continues showering you with compliments as he falls by your side, holding you close into his sweaty naked being. He lifts himself soon enough to attend to you when you pull him down, locking him with your grip on his wrist.
"Let me take care of you, baby."
"Five minutes more, please." You look at him with a puppy like expression and Chan sighs, knowing fully well that there would be no way that he could deny your request.
"Fine, princess," he rubs your hair away from your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer into his chest.
"Chan?"
"Hm?"
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."
Chan chuckles, kissing the top of your head and then your forehead as he teases, "You worked too much for a Valentine's Day, baby."
"Please," you stretch the syllable and speak into Chan's chest. "If anything, it is the wildest one I've ever lived to attend."
And as Chan holds you through the night, attending and taking care of you, his phone beeps soon enough,
[1] Voicemail from Changbin
Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful and to you too, Chan. Call me back when you hear this. Bye.
[1] Message from Jisung
This is how technology works??!!!! Oh my God. Fancy. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day. This goes down in my history as best Valentine's Day ever, bitches.
P.S. Best sex ever too. Let's have a foursome sometime soon.
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King Kink Arthur
A/N: So I’m tagging my whole tag list on this because — though the next fic coming up for my Kinkfest involves this savage sex god king slapping your face during sex and giving you a facial — this Part 1 is just a short sweet smut imagine that’s not too kinky at all, and I think it can be enjoyed by everyone in general! 🤗✨
Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, whore!reader being super eager to worship His Majesty’s cock
Request: Kinkfest request from @turner-cris (but none of those requested kinks until Part 2; this Part 1 is just blowing him and swallowing his cum)
Word Count: ~1.5k
It’s not easy being king.
Sometimes it’s exceedingly... hard.
Arthur has a grand battle to fight on the morrow and needs to be thoroughly rested come morning. So you shouldn’t start. You really shouldn’t start... really, truly shouldn’t... a respectable queen really wouldn’t... but how can you not, when your king is an absolute sex god, apparently having some wild wet dream that is tearing his body apart?
It’s impossible not to look down at the raging hard bulge in his crotch. Sweat gathers on his brow and on yours as you watch. A respectable queen wouldn’t reach out and touch. As ever on the eve of a war, you and Arthur were fucking like animals hours before, making love hard and rough till you both fell asleep—but the sleep that follows must be uninterrupted and deep. Such are King Arthur’s orders. And any respectable queen would obey them of course.
... But you’re not just his queen. You’re much less and much more: his filthy fucking whore, as you always have been.
Queen Y/N is indeed impeccably respectable in general. Such as when you check in on him at the Round Table, to give him a chaste little kiss while he tends to his business. Or when you and he preside over the throne room beside one another, your throne just as noble as Arthur’s—aside from that one time he savagely fucked you in it. Still respectable as there was nobody else there to witness.
Respectable when circumstance calls for it.
When it doesn’t... well, rather the opposite.
When you take on your role as King Arthur’s sack of fucking holes, then his cock is the only damn thing you respect, to be honest. It’s perfect. Always fills you so full, leaves you utterly wrecked. Not a moment goes by you don’t desperately want it. Your purpose in life is to fuck it and suck on it. Worship and serve it.
His Majesty writhes on the bed; you can only hope thoughts of you swim through his beautiful head. “Unghhh—ugh, shit,” he grunts through gritted teeth, grinding into the sheets beneath, hands balling into fists. “Fuck, Y/N... such a filthy little bitch... ughh, fucking hell...”
Well, that’s it—a respectable queen would resist, but oh well.
Fuck respectable.
Every throb of his massive cock, hard as a rock, fucking beckons; you’re in position in a matter of seconds. Settled in between his legs, face level with his staff so proudly erect. If he weren’t asleep now you would beg.
He’s an absolute wreck, sweat dripping down the tendons of his gasping neck, and looks so fucking gorgeous you cannot stop staring. Whatever nonsense he is wearing, you’re so beyond caring. Rip his pants open so that his glorious scepter can finally stand freely. Arthur typically loves sleeping naked, when you both collapse after he fucks you dead. But the night before battle, he says, he feels vulnerable, if he’s sleeping undressed. It’s adorable, really.
It also prevents you access to his assets... in theory. Shielding his manhood, so your wandering hands won’t attack it and get him distracted, when he needs to rest. He can sleep peacefully, in theory.
But theory doesn’t count for shit, clearly.
Through the thin cloth of his shirt you can still see the rippling muscles of his abs. He has one hand upon his stomach, grasping at the sweat-damp fabric, fingers trembling as he grabs... You gaze up lovingly at him as you prepare to work your magic, give your king the best damn head he’ll ever have.
One hand encircling the base of his enormous shaft, fist tightly wrapped, you moan in pleasure at just how heavy Arthur feels within your grip. How much you love this piece of meat you live to worship. Live for this...
“My king...” you murmur in devoted bliss. On instinct those soft-spoken words slip from your parted lips, now pressed against the sweet wet tip, tenderly squeezing and releasing in a slow passionate kiss.
“F-fuuuck—” he groans out, long and loud, as your lips tighten on the head of his majestic cock, and then begin to suck. “My queen...”
He’s still deep in the throes of sleep, it seems, as you look up to see his eyes shut in the ecstasy of dreams. Already he is bursting at the seams. So lovely you could weep. The sight of him like this, the heights of bliss to which your service takes His Royal Highness... the most stunning thing you’ve ever fucking seen.
It’s good to be the fucking queen.
But even more, it’s good to be his fucking whore.
You could spend all your life, as his dutiful wife, worshiping this beautiful cock you so adore. Cannot believe your luck that this sweet privilege is yours. All fucking yours...
Bouncing your head rhythmically up and down, you pause at each upstroke to sweep your tongue along the crown, swirling deliciously around. Moaning as you savor his taste, drunk on the feeling and the flavor, reeling from the perfect pleasure as his hips start bucking up toward your face. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding your head in place right there. As if the queen would ever dream of going anywhere.
For Arthur, now the line between waking and sleep seems to have blurred—the length of his cock throbs and thickens, as his breathing halts then quickens, hips rocking ever more vigorously upward. Your open throat takes him down ever farther, as the fire in his loins burns hotter, raw desire riding ever higher, heavier and harder...
Builds and builds, till time stands still. You fucking live to take all that he has to give and always will. Body and soul a gaping hole just waiting to be filled, with all the precious royal seed he has to spill.
“My love—Good Lord, you fucking whore—I am all fucking yours—you filthy little cunt...” he huffs, for at the peak of passion Arthur is savage and soft, romantic and rough, all at once, “Y/N... fuck—unghhh...”
Then with a low lust-driven grunt, he forcefully explodes straight down your throat, pumping his queen full of his load, giving you everything you want. His kingdom comes so fucking strong. So smooth and sweet upon your tongue. You moan in pleasure as you feel this mighty piece of meat erupting in your mouth so fucking stiff and thick and long. Pulsing with the effects of post-orgasmic magic even long after he’s done.
The king may have directed you to let him sleep tonight, but everything about this moment feels so fucking right. Nothing about the way you worship him could possibly be wrong...
His bright blue eyes finally flutter open, just as you were hoping, once he comes to conscious terms with what has happened. That it wasn’t just imagined.
He was half-asleep through all of that. Now wide awake as he realizes that it was no dream, no matter how fantastically unreal it may have seemed. His mortal mind barely believes the ecstasy he just received, the best release he’s ever had. He sighs and heaves as the sensations coursing through his body drive him fucking mad.
You kiss him softly through the aftershock, your warm wet lips showering love upon his legendary cock. You can tell your king never felt so fucking fucked.
Now that he has awoke... despite the order that you broke, you hope and trust he knows it was an act of love. You hope he isn’t too pissed off. Mayhap come morning as he rides off into war, he will draw strength from your service the night before; mayhap he’ll find it brings him luck.
It’s not as if you can be blamed for what you’ve done. The dream that was wracking his frame before you even intervened... clearly the king needed to cum, and who should take it but his queen? He will have you to thank tomorrow once the battle has been won.
Or so you tell yourself at least. To bring your inner slut a sense of purpose, pride, and peace.
Meanwhile Arthur is still reeling from the force of his release. His sculpted chest heaves with the heated air he breathes. He needed this, and to provide your king with what he needs... you couldn’t be more pleased.
A respectable queen may have let her king sleep through the night just as he had commanded.
But fuck that. Fuck respect—how could you have done as he directs, when his cock was so fucking erect, and so perfect you can’t even stand it...?
You couldn’t have. Shouldn’t have, wouldn’t have. There’s no way you could ever resist worshiping his magnificent shaft. Surely Arthur will understand that.
You’re the queen that he loves and adores—and yet deep down, in spite of your regal respectable crown... you’re much less and much more: the cocksucking slut who is fated forever to serve as King Kink Arthur’s filthy fucking whore.
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The End... *UNLESS* you’re interested in the kinks in this request, in which case, continue to Part 2!!
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258 and 260 with hawks from the smut prompts? mayhaps?
258. “What do you mean you broke MY bed?”
260. “I was doing things.” “I’m things.”
warnings: basically nsfw, cute bickering, fluff
Keigo had a cute habit of fucking you until you passed out.
Notably, ‘habit’ was a strong word, but it happened frequently enough that you teased each other relentlessly about it.
As you floated back to consciousness, head spinning in a post-orgasmic haze, you felt the pads of Keigo’s fingers dragging over your cheek. He was pouring praise over you, from filthy to sinfully sweet.
“God, you looked so pretty when I was blowing your back out, dove.”
“You’re always so good for me.”
“You take me so well, know just what to do to get me riled up.”
...
“I’m sorry I broke your bed—”
The illusion was shattered, and your eyes flashed open, looking at Keigo as he froze, face flushed and dewy from reaming your cunt just moments before.
“What do you mean you broke MY bed?”
Keigo cracked a nervous smile, gesturing half-heartedly to the flurry of feathers that he had rained down over the entirety of your bedroom, “Sorry, sweetheart. Gotta a little carried away.”
You blinked, glaring lightly at him, noting the fact that your bed frame was indeed in pieces around you, slices and chunks taken out of the wood undoubtedly during Keigo’s fervor.
“What the fuck, Keigo.”
He put his hands in front of himself, waving you off, “It’s fine, I’ll buy you a new one.”
“It’s the principle, you know,” You pushed yourself up to sitting, Keigo reaching out to steady you. Your vision swayed, mind and body still fucked-out. “S’not nice.”
“Sorry, angel,” He dragged your to his chest, flattened his wings to the bed to rest you in the crook of his arm. “I was doing things.”
You could hear the wide smirk in his voice, content in fucking your brains out and destroying your bedroom.
You huffed, “I’m ‘things’?”
“You’re a lot more than just ‘things’, promise.” Keigo buried his nose in your hair and left a kiss on your crown, “Grab my phone and order a new one, anything you want.”
You snuggled into him, poking his cheek, “You know I love you, but if you think you can make a habit of blowing out my back and breaking my bed, I’m gonna have to kick your ass.”
He shot you a devilish grin, “Is that a challenge?”
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Out Of Hand || Park Seonghwa
Summary: I guess we could say that your fixation with yuor best-friend’s hands got a litte, out of hand.
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Words: over 10 surely
Genre: Smut
⚠ fringering, orgasm denial, spanking, choking, size kink, praise kink⚠
A/N: Ok I’ll stop procrastinating and I’ll write some requests before updating the pornstar!au again :)). Enjoy 💖
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You and Seonghwa had met when you were about 15. You just randomly started talking when he sat in front of you in the library, and you noticed you were both studying the same subject, so you just helped each other, or at least tried to. You ended up bonding over the fact of how clueless you both were about everything in the physics book.
It had been about six years and the two of you became inseparable. You even lived together for a couple of those years.
Although you never saw Seonghwa as more than a best friend, you had to admit that as time passed by, he had blossomed into a fine man, especially when he started going to the gym. He’d sometimes invite himself into your place, still sweaty and glowing from all of the exercise and you couldn’t help but think how desirable he looked. You were especially attracted to his hands, they were just so veiny and so big compared to all of your body…
One day Seonghwa had the misfortune of midelessly placing it on your bare thigh as he talked to you, and while for him it was a common and simple act, it sparked something inside of you. It made you imagine filthy things that should never be spoken, and you felt a little guilty for imagining your best-friend doing such things to you.
But the mistake had been done, and every time the two of you met you couldn’t help but imagine his hands all over your body, choking you, fingering you, squeezing your ass… You wanted them all over you. But you wouldn’t say anything, of course, you were sure he’d just mock you and tease you about it for the rest of your lives.
Seonghwa wasn’t stupid, however, neither was he blind. He had noticed your lingering stares and the way your body tensed whenever his hand found a way onto your bare skin. He didn’t find it weird or awkward, on the contrary, actually, he found it amusing. Seonghwa would definitely, absolutely use it for his advantage. He was going to have fun.
So every time he could, he would touch you. He would cheekily place his hand on the small of your back, on your thighs, around your waist… Seonghwa absolutely loved the way you sucked in a breath whenever he squeezed you a little tighter. Mayhaps he loved it a little too much, because he wanted more. He wanted more reactions out of you. Seonghwa wanted to see how far he could take it, how much you could handle.
So one day, when you were over at his house watching a movie, Seonghwa got bored. His eyes immediately darted to your figure, and seeing as you were so immersed in the movie, he decided that it was the perfect timing to mess with you, the more caught off guard you were, the better.
He sneaked his hand onto your thigh and traced circles onto it with his thumb.
“There he goes again. If only he knew…” You thought when you felt his soft fingers caressing your skin.
Oh but he knew. He did know and he loved the way your eyes quickly glanced at his huge hand, and he adored the way your whole body tensed up.
He couldn’t stop there though. For some reason, adrenaline was shooting through his whole body and he needed to push you to the edge.
So his hand traveled higher, and higher, and higher… And you managed to maintain a certain level of calm, even though the movie playing was no longer relevant and breathing was hard, you tried your best to remain with a poker face.
That is, until Seonghwa moved his hand a little too high for the ‘best friends’ label.
His fingers brushed against your womanhood and you immediately turned your head to look at him.
“Seonghwa? What the fuck are you doing?” You asked incredulous, as you gripped his wrist.
Seonghwa had a teasing smirk plastered onto his face, and his eyes had a playful glisten to them.
“What? Don’t you like my hands?”
You were a little flustered at the remark, you didn’t expect him to notice... You had actually tried your best to hide your fixation for his hands. But since he had noticed, of course he had to act on it. Suddenly, all his little touches and actions through the week made so much more sense. You avoided his gaze and pretended to focus back on the movie.
His hand applied more pressure on your thigh and pulled it to the side slightly, forcing your legs to spread a little.
“Don’t fucking ignore me Y/N.” He said through gritted teeth, quite annoyed that you pushed aside his attempts.
You looked at him and the sight almost made you moan.
His expression had darkened slightly, and the way he towered over you, the way his hand maneuvered you as if you were a doll… It made you feel small. And you loved how small and controllable you were under his touch.
“I do like your hands…” You said, your voice just above a whisper.
He hummed, pleased with your response.
Seonghwa was very sexual by nature, and it was in situations like these that he showed his true colours. He couldn’t hold himself back, even if he wanted to. Seeing you crumble and melt under his touch like that, God it was sparking something in him that he had never felt before.
“Hmm, why is that Y/N? Is it because they’re so big next to you?” Seonghwa paused for a second and ghosted his lips along your ear “Fuck, I bet I your pussy fits so well in my hands.”
You whimpered as he said that and moved his hand to cup your womanhood.
“Seonghwa we can’t-”
He cut you off by grabbing your jaw with his free hand and bringing your face closer to his.
“I can do whatever I want. And I want to fuck you.”
You couldn’t say you were shocked by how straight forward he was, that was just the way Seonghwa behaved at all times, and honestly, it was one of his hottest qualities.
You didn’t oppose it when he spread your legs wider and slid his fingers inside your panties. As his long middle finger drew shapes on your clit, his lips moved to your neck where he left a trail of little bites and wet kisses.
“Kiss me, Seonghwa.” You pleaded.
His lips teased you for a second, not quite connecting to yours, but he eventually met them in a rough kiss.
Your lips moved against each other for a short ammount of time before he shamelessly slipped in his tongue, exploring your mouth like it belonged to him.
A loud moaned excaped onto the kiss when the man ruthlessly pushed three of his long fingers into you.
Fucking bastard.
It was pretty obvious from the way he acted in most situations that he liked it rough and kinky, but you didn’t expect him to be so comfortable treating you like that.
Seonghwa tugged on your lower lip before leaving them completely, and stared at you. His face had a hint of an expression you had never seen before: a sadistic, pleasure-filled expression.
He curled his fingers inside you and uncurled them, taking the opportunity to speed up the face in which he fingered you with.
You gripped his wrist tightly and threw your head back as you moaned his name.
“Do you like it? Hm? Do you like the way my fingers are fucking into your tight little pussy?”
He was driving you insane with his lewd words, and the way he mercilessly pumped his fingers into you.
“S-Seonghwa… I’m gonna cum.”
“Oh, are you?” He asked in a condescending way.
Seonghwa immediately removed his fingers, and you cursed him under your breath.
You watched as he lifted his digits up to his eyes, and separated them from each other. Strings of your cum connected them, and he admired the sight for a second before inserting said fingers in his mouth, tasting you.
Seonghwa’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he hummed in content as he cleaned his digits.
“You taste so good Y/N… Here,” His fingers separated your folds once more and collected more of your cum “taste yourself.”
His cum-coated index and middle.-finger were by your mouth. You hesitantly grabbed his hand and opened your mouth so he could push them past your lips.
Your best-friend hissed at the way you maintained eye contact as you sucked and twirled your tongue around his fingers.
“Come on, come sit here.” He told you, as he patted his lap.
You obeyed him quickly and straddled him.
He pet your head and caressed your ass.
“Good girl.”
The little praise sent a shiver down your spine and he chuckled.
Seonghwa placed both of his hands on your hips and grasped them, before pulling you closer so your lips would be just centimeters apart and your crotch would be directly on top of his.
When his lips attacked your neck once more, nibbling on the soft skin right under your jaw, you whimpered and started subconsciously grinding against his hard-on.
You took the liberty of removing his sweatpants so you could feel him better. Following your steps, your best-friend slid your shorts down your legs and let them fall onto the floor.
When you settled back on his lap, you could feel the curve of his cock press against your core, and your wetness spread even more.
Seonghwa groaned against your neck, as he could sense how wet you were already.
He spanked your ass twice and pulled away from your neck.
“You’re needy for my cock, yeah?”
You shyly nodded and he kissed you sweetly, as he undressed you from your panties. You lowered his boxers just enough so his cock could spring free, and thumb collected some of the pre-cum on his slit, causing the male to moan at the contact.
Seonghwa grabbed your hips and pulled you up. He aligned your cock with your entrance and immediately slammed you down on him.
Your mouth fell open and you gripped his shoulders. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, since he’d already done enough preparing (in his opinion).
His hips jerked up to meet the pace in which you bounced on his cock, reaching deep inside of you.
Seonghwa couldn’t help but wrap one of your hands around your throat, squeezing it harshly.
You were moaning incoherent words, and Seonghwa couldn’t take his eyes off of the way he pounded into you.
“Look at you, taking my big cock like the good little girl you are… Fuck, so precious.”
Your fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders as he said that, and you whimpered loudly at the sounds your bodies were making, clashing into each other.
“Seonghwa please let me cum… Please.” You begged, as you felt your orgasm build up.
Your best-friend removed his hand from your neck and spanked your ass once more, grabbing it harshly afterwards.
“Cum for me Y/N, cum on my cock.”
The lewd permission sparked something in you and your walls tightened around his member as you came. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and bit down on his shoulder blade, to prevent from screaming too loud.
Seonghwa cursed at the bite and he could feel himself getting close. He thrust into you a couple more times before lifting you off of him, spurting his cum on both of your stomachs.
The two of you stared at the dripping, warm liquid as you tried to catch your breath.
Seonghwa looked you in the eye and chuckled.
“We should probably clean this up…” He told you as he caressed the spots he had previously spanked you on.
You arched your brow at him.
“We? You made the mess pretty boy.”
“Oh fuck you Y/N.”
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Ok but imagine getting picked out of the crowd at a bts concert and brought back stage while one (two?) of the members fuck u into next week? I’m looking at you, Jimin and Jungkook 👀
fever dream— pjm + jjk (m)
pairing: jimin x reader x jungkook
idol!pjm, idol!jjk, boyfriend!jungkook, establishmed relationship
genre: pwp, straight smut, i have no explanations for this except that i’m bored and have a filthy brain :))))
tags: dom!jimin, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, threesome, mxm, unprotected sex, nipple play, masturbation, blowjobs, squirting, dirty talk
summary: jungkook wants to turn your fantasy into reality and Jimin is very happy to oblige.
a/n: did i get overexcited and write a proper mini fic? mayhaps...
You had never thought you were capable of having this much fun. You were waving your lightstick about like crazy and letting go to Outro: Tear and the next second crying your eyes out to Answer: Love Myself.
Your boyfriend Jungkook had invited you to their final concert in Seoul and you were more than happy to accept.
You were just about to head out of the stadium to wait in the car when the boys’ manager Sejin called out your name and asked you to follow him backstage.
You passed the staff and greeted them as you were led to a white door that seemed to be the artists’ green room.
You knocked and heard your boyfriend’s soft voice asking you to come. You stepped inside and were surprised to be greeted by Jungkook who was accompanied by his hyung Jimin.
The two looked deliciously sweaty after their performance and you felt your cheeks grow hot as you caught Jimin’s gaze linger on your bare thighs.
You sat down on the black leather couch opposite the boys’ as you waved at Jimin, turning to your boyfriend to question him, “Why’d you call me backstage? I was just about to go wait in the car?”
Instead of Jungkook, Jimin got up from his seat as he began speaking, “Oh well Y/N, you see...”
He said as he walked up to your couch and plopped down next to you, closer than normal and a hand snaking around your shoulder. He continued, “I couldn’t help but notice how inappropriately dressed you are for a concert. And little Jungkookie recently let me in on a secret that you two shared.” He looked at Jungkook after taking in your confused expression.
You sensed an air of flirtation glowing off of Jimin’s actions, he had always been slightly provocative but you’d never expected him to be so forward.
Jungkook faced you as he too got up from his seat and kneeled between your parted legs.
“You see, sweetie, I may or may not have told Jimin hyung about your little threesome fantasy.”
You gasped at his words. You’d never expected Jungkook to actually act on that little bit of pillowtalk but it seemed to you like your most longed for fantasy was about to come true.
The older boy’s fingers were running delicate circles on the bare flesh of your arms while Jungkook ran his fingers up and down the tops of your thighs.
“I won’t lie, I’ve noticed you looking too delectable for your own good Y/N, sweetie.” Jimin crooned into your ear and shivers ran down your spine. His voice husky as his hands grasped either side of your face. He brought you closer to him as he finally swooped down and captured your lips in his own.
Jungkook had finally started rubbing against your covered clit, the fabric creating delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure down to your toes.
Jimin’s lips felt just as good, maybe even better, than what you would imagine them to be. His soft lips massaging against yours as his tongue licked against the inside of your mouth. He tasted like strawberry chapstick and mint.
You had been so incredibly lost in his ministrations that you had almost not noticed Jungkook taking off your damp panties.
His fingers sticky from your juices as he spread your thighs even further and ran his fingers up and down your pussy lips.
Jimin pulled away, much to your disappointment and said, “Hey Jungkookie, is it okay if i have her pussy for tonight? It’s the only chance I’ll get.” Jungkook nodded slowly at his words, agreeing to it on his part as he looked to you in question.
You gulped and shyly nodded to yourself, not quite daring to look at either of the men.
Jungkook took a step back and Jimin situated himself between your legs. Your cunt growing wetter at having your boyfriend’s closest friend in this position with you.
“Now Y/N, we’re gonna have to be quiet, alright?” Jungkook whispered as he stepped forward and sat down on Jimin’s discarded seat. His fingers finding purchase in your hair as he lightly brushed the strands away from your face.
Jimin’s nimble fingers were softly caressing your clit as he gathered the wetness you were producing and thoroughly spread it all over your cunt, making sure you were a dripping mess. In a swift move, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down along with his underwear.
His length was not as much as Jungkook’s but you were genuinely worried at how you would fit his thickness inside your tiny pussy.
Jimin must’ve caught your horrified expression because soon he was comforting you by placing his hand on your arm and gently murmuring, “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll fit. I’m sure of it.”
His words seemed to make you wetter and you knew you looked a proper mess. Hair disheveled and skin blotchy from the heat.
Feeling feisty you said, “Are you gonna keep standing there or do I have to wait for tomorrow to get fucked?” Jungkook’s eyes grew wide at your words, you had never been much of a brat with him before, but Jimin only grew amused.
“Don’t say things you’ll regret, honey.” He said with a smirk as he finally plunged his length into you.
You gasped at the sudden intrusion but he didn’t give you enough time to relax and get used to it, the older boy was hammering into you with the animalistic strength you didn’t know he possessed.
Jungkook, meanwhile had gotten his monstrous length out of his trousers and tugging at it in an attempt to find some relief. Watching his girlfriend get fucked like a whore was turning him on more than he’d care to admit.
With his other hand he opened the buttons to your blouse, revealing your braless tits to both of their hungry eyes. His free hand came down to harshly pull and tug at your nipples. Soft moans left your lips as you found yourself unable to control your voice.
Jimin’s pace was just as harsh as ever, the bulbous head rubbing against the inside of your cunt, making you see stars.
“You like being treated like a slut, don’t you, Y/N?” he said with a groan as he pushed into you once more. All you could do was moan and whimper through the impact of his thrusts.
Jungkook slyly brought the tip of his cockhead down to your mouth and nudged it at the side of your lips. Tapping it against your face, telling you to open up.
You gave the tip a shy lick and he was pushing it in slowly, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. His hands, meanwhile roamed towards your chest once again, taking the peak of your nipple between his forefingers and giving it a roll, testing your reaction.
You could feel yourself growing hotter and hotter, sweat sticking to your forehead and back as your and Jimin’s juices ran down your fleshy thighs, Jimin slowed to a lazy pace as he stared intently into your eyes, his own burning with lust as he looked deep into your soul, taking in your utterly fucked out expression, cock in your mouth and tits free to the air.
And then you watched as he reached out his hand for the back of Jungkook’s head and pulled him in for a deep kiss, their mouths running against each other’s as if this wasn’t the first time they’ve participated in such an act.
And then, with Jungkook’s length still buried deep in your throat while Jimin’s pushed in and out of your squelching cunt, you felt your thighs jerk and shudder and next thing you know you were cumming harder than you’ve ever before. Wetting your thighs and the couch, your cum splashed out of you and onto the two men still kissing passionately.
Jungkook’s eyes grew wide as he pulled away and looked down at your little incident.
“Holy shit,” he said in a fevered whisper, “She’s never done that before, hyung.”
You almost thought you could see a smirk on the older boy’s face but in your post coital haze it was hard to be sure.
You heard his voice, distant as if from another realm.
“Guess we gotta see if she can do it again, then huh? What fun is it if that’s the first time our precious Y/N squirts and we couldn’t even witness it properly, right Jungkookie?”
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hii can i get a james march smut please your writing is amazing💗💗💗
thank you so much! ♥️
bear with me, i haven’t written smut in a while.
pairing: james march x reader
warnings: SMUT, jealousy, choking, spanking, degradation, praise, overstimulation, lil fluff at the end
word count: 1831 (wow i snapped)
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James March.
The name rang in my ears like an omen.
Would he approve of what I was up to? Most certainly not. Was i going to continue anyway? Definitely.
Lately, my husband seemed to be more interested in brutally torturing his victims than in me. While not a universal struggle, the thought still plagued my mind. So naturally, I decided to have a drink.
I took a seat on one of the barstools, flagging down Liz Taylor, the bartender. She grabbed a glass from the shelf, making her way towards me with a smile on her lips.
"What will we be having tonight, Mrs March? A martini, mayhaps? Scotch on the rocks?" She offered, wiping down the counter, her metallic nails shining in a stark contrast compared to the white of the cloth.
"I don't know, Liz, surprise me. Give me something strong." I replied, sighing deeply. She smirked at me, but went ahead and prepared the drink nonetheless.
"Something the matter, sweetcheeks? It's a little odd to see you down here drinking by yourself without your glamorous man beside you." She set a small glass full of amber liquid in front of me, waiting intently to hear my story. I downed the glass in one gulp, my throat burning pleasantly.
"James seems to find more interest in mutilating other women than he does in me, as of late." I said, circling the rim of the glass with my nail.
"The sex isn't good, is it?" Liz asked, refilling my cup knowingly. I shook my head, taking my time on the drink.
"It's not that, believe me. It's amazing when it does happen, to say the least." I answered rapidly, my eyes darting around the lobby, waiting for James to appear and punish me for even saying such a thing.
Before Liz or myself had a chance to open our mouths again, a man slid up next to me. He looked sleazy, borderline filthy, even. Blonde hair with black roots almost matted down to his head, greenish yellow eyes, and a 5 o' clock shadow that obscured most of the bottom half of his face.
"How are you ladies doing tonight? I couldn't help but overhear your troubles, baby. A husband unwilling to satisfy your needs? Deplorable." He shook his head, reaching in front of me and downing the rest of my drink without my permission.
"Yeah, it gets rather lonely with no one to please me. It's just me and my hands, if you know what I mean." I grinned devilishly, holding up my fingers in a scissoring motion. I had no intent on actually sleeping with the man, just wanting to tease him and play along with him instead.
"I could help you out, if you don't mind. What do you say to a night in with me, babygirl? I could make you feel really good."
I wasn't going to let it go any further, much less entertain his offer. Before I could turn him down, however, it seems my choice was made for me.
"I think she'd say no to that, unfortunately." My husband said, suddenly appearing behind me. "It seems she's a little tied up at the moment to even consider the thought. I trust we won't have to discuss this any further?" He maintained his composure, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his cane, aching to bash the man's head in with it.
"Go on, run away." I said, winking at him while making a shooing motion with my hand. "Like they always do." I muttered under my breath. As the man shuffled off awkwardly, I turned towards my husband, draping his arm over my shoulder in faux affection.
"What are you doing down here all by yourself, dearest? Drinking at such an unreasonable hour?" He asked, leaning against the bar top.
"I'm not by myself, Liz is h-" I tried to explain, but James cut me off.
"I'm sure Miss Taylor doesn't need you pestering her anymore while she works, now does she?" He looked to her for confirmation, but not waiting for her to say anything before dragging me away from the bar. Liz mouthed me a 'good luck' before we both disappeared around the corner.
James, surprisingly, remained silent the whole way up to room 64. It made me worry slightly, but I brushed it off as irritation towards the bar creep's actions. I shrugged my coat off and sauntered towards the closet to get changed, before I could get very far, James grabbed me by the throat and pinned me to the wall, nudging my feet apart and shoving a knee in between my legs.
"You think you're getting off easily after that little stunt, do you darling?" I remained quiet, prompting him to tighten his grip on my airways, a choked moan escaping me.
"I guess I thought you'd just ignore it, like you ignore me." I sassed.
"Need I remind you that you're mine, my dear. Mine and no one else's for all of eternity." He growled into my ear, biting down on the sensitive skin of my jawline. "Say it back to me." I smirked, deciding to push my luck as far as it would go.
"Say what?" I teased, biting my lip provocatively. That seemed to be the last straw as James yanked me away from the wall, tossing me onto the bed carelessly. I heard clothing rustling behind me as I flipped over and watched my husband undress before me. He stalked towards me, towering above me as he leaned over the bed.
"Such a lovely gown you're wearing, Mrs March," he accented the 'ch', ripping the dress apart by its seams. "Such a shame it had to go." His mouth latched onto my nipple, my hands shooting up to wrap around his neck. He suddenly stopped his ministrations, drawing a whine from me.
"If you touch me again, I'll have to make sure you won't, and I don't think you'll like where that'll get you." James warned, moving his focus to my neck instead. I immediately disobeyed him, latching onto his shoulder instead.
"It seems to me you need a reminder, darling." He pulled away from me completely, retrieving his leather belt from the pile of clothing. My mouth grew dry at the sight of it, arousal seeping in between my thighs. James lifted my head from the bed, wrapping the leather around it and securing it just tight enough to constrict my airways.
He flipped me over, the leather twisting around the skin of my neck. I was pulled up by the leash, snapping my gaze towards the wall. "Get on your knees." The words sent shivers down my spine as I moved, not hesitating to obey.
James pushed my underwear to the side, wasting no time before slamming into me, stretching me deliciously. I cried out, nearly ripping the sheets with my acrylics. He seemed to thrust in an uneven pace, starting out fast and hard, slowing down to soft and deep. My face burrowed into the mattress, muffling my moans and groans. Noticing this, he sped up his movements and tugged sharply on the belt, ripping my head from the soft blankets below.
"Don't silence yourself, dearest. I want everyone to hear who you belong to," his free hand came down swiftly on my backside, surely leaving an enflamed handprint on the tender skin. I gasped at the feeling, moving my hips in tandem with James' thrusts. His cock slammed even deeper into my welcoming heat, now brushing my cervix.
I subconsciously clenched around him, pulling a groan from behind me. One hand reached underneath me, toying with my clit, while the other pulled on the belt, the leather searing against my skin. I writhed beneath him, moaning obscenely as he pushed me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Are you going to cum, darling? Maybe now you'll be able to tell me who owns you." James grunted, administering a sharp tug on my leash and a pinch to my nub.
"J-James, I'm-" I choked out as I came. He thrusted into me, even faster than I thought was possible, riding me through my orgasm. My body fell limp, dropping against the sheets. I heard a dark chuckle behind me as I was rolled over onto my back, now staring up at James.
"Aww, look at you, a sweaty, writhing mess beneath me," He groped my thighs, spreading them as far apart as he could. The belt was unbuckled from my throat, instead wrapped around my hands and looped through the bedpost, securing them tightly above my head. "I'm not done with you yet."
James slammed back into my oversensitive wetness, filling me up once again. I felt every inch of him against my walls, my insides churning with pleasure.
"James - fuck- p-please let me touch you!" I groaned, leaning back into the pillowy softness beneath me.
"Not until you can me who you belong to, Mrs March." He panted, his pattern growing uneven. ("Your pattern needs to be no pattern") "You will cum only when I say so, do you understand?" I nodded weakly.
"Tell me you understand!" He grabbed my throat, my pulse thundering under his fingertips.
"I understand, Mr March." I rasped, my eyes rolling back. He moved his grip to my hips, grasping them roughly as he bucked his hips into me, the sensation making me mewl.
"That's a good girl." James rocked his hips at a harder pace, the head of the bed knocking into the wall. I was a moaning mess underneath him, whining and mumbling unintelligibly. "Now cum for me, darling." He cooed, his thumb grinding against my clit.
I cried out in ecstasy, my back arching into my husbands chest. I saw white as my second orgasm washed over me, barely comprehending James coming inside me. He pulled out, hovering over me with a burning intensity.
"Now, Y/N, would you care to tell me who owns you, or do I have to punish you further?" He spoke in a gravelly tone, an octave lower than usual. His fingers entered me without warning, curling against my sensitive spot as they brushed my insides.
"You! Fuck, you do! You own me, James! I'm yours, your little slut to play with!" I whimpered, my nails digging into my palms still restrained above my head.
"There you go." He praised, slipping his fingers out of me as he undid the belt from my hands. "Now, now, dear, was that so hard?"
I slumped against the bed, earning a chuckle from James at my fucked-out state. I crawled under the covers, to tired to even redress myself. James slid in beside me, pulling me to his chest.
"You did so good for me, sweetling." He carded his fingers through my hair, tracing patterns on my lower back. "I love you."
"I love you too, James." I mumbled before succumbing to the sleep beckoning to me.
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let me know if you want to be added or removed!
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sime nanami fluff? orrrrr mayhaps some smit afterwards?
YES PLS
mmmmm yes honey we will be getting some nanami fluff (n possible smut) one day but for now...filthy daddy toji is all i have to offer
#I have a big fluffy nanami wip in my docs#n I was gonna work on it#but instead im dropping daddy toji smut in the next 30 minutes#letters to adele
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Girl Power Challenge
Pairing: Thor x fem!reader
Content: Heavy on the tropes (haters to lovers, denial); mission; cursing; sass; humour; degrading comments; mentions of drinking; pure, filthy smut with dom/sub-inclinations.
A/N: My one-shot contribution to @captain-kelli ‘s 500 challenge, based on a dialog prompt (bold) and a sprinkling of Thor. I hope it’s alright ;) Huge thanks to my lovely friend maladaptive-ninja-returns for betaing this one.
Stronger
No vocabulary contained the swear words you needed so desperately at that moment. A few interesting options had already passed your lips as you worked through the crumbling building, using your skill to move aside blocks of concrete as though they were tumbleweed to get to survivors. One by one, you had tunneled towards the poor victims, shaping the earth and debris to prevent any collapses, and you had actually been thrilled when you sensed the vibrations of Iron Man landing to take a dirty, shaking body from your arms.
Despair diffused into hope while you worked side by side with the Avengers.
Then the oaf showed up, tossing slabs off concrete out of the way without any consideration to the balance of the ruins.
It happened fast, almost too fast for the movement to register through your feet into your legs. Lunging forward, you managed to grab the kid you had been working towards with one hand while maintaining a thin, wobbly pillar (once the corner of the building) beneath yourself while the rest fell away. Dust and embers billowed. Your heart hammered in the throat. The rumble managed to drown out the kid’s frightened scream. Out of the raging darkness, Stark appeared just in time to grab the poor child as the dirty fingers started to slip through the strained grip – then they were gone and you could focus on your own predicament. Tired and pissed off, you would have a hard time shaping the concrete according to your will (earth would have been preferable due to the malleability).
Then the air crackled, making the little hairs stand on end. Or maybe it was simply the anger simmering from the anticipation of what was to come: a big, strong, blond oaf in a red cloak propelling himself upwards and past you yet somehow still managing to snare an arm around your waist and swish you away.
No language in the universe held the curses you needed. It might have been a hint for Thor if he had noticed how the remainder of the building crushed into itself, becoming no more than dust. He didn’t. He was too busy looking smug, a beaming smile aimed towards you even before he landed with a tooth rattling jolt.
“Fear not, fair lady,” he rumbled with more pride than you could stand, “nothing shall harm you now.”
No restraint could contain the cold words slithering off your lips. “Who asked you to intervene?”
“I…beg you pardon?” Oh, the confusion in those electric-blue eyes was perfect.
“You think you have to rescue me?!” Forcibly wriggling out of his arms, it was wonderful to have steady ground beneath your feet. “You think I can’t take care of myself?!”
He was not off the hook yet, oh no. Not once did the Asgardian God of Thunder get a proper word in as defense while you chewed him out. The only reason you eventually stopped was because Stark came over, dragging you away with the promise of a spa treatment and a party – who in their right mind would say no to that?
… …
The party had been a small celebration with those involved in the day’s heroing: dinner at a local diner followed by drinks at a bar that Stark rented for the evening, but despite the “free” drinks and cute bartenders the Avengers eventually went back to the Tower, dragging you along with them. Were you supposed to have said no? Maybe. But of course you didn’t.
Staying away from Thor, you still managed to have a great time and had no issues ignoring the sulking glances the blond brute sent you from across the room. Drink in hand, you allowed yourself to be sweettalked into some fun and games by Natasha.
…
Who knew that superheroes amuse themselves by something as simple as “Truth or Dare”? To be honest, so far it has been hilarious (especially when Sam tried to minimize the damage he’d done to his reputation after a truth-question).
“Dare,” Thor proclaims with confidence as he stares down the redhead next to you.
A smile curls Natasha’s lips and if you had been on the receiving end then you would be scared. Thor, of course, is not.
“Kiss the person you’ve known the longest and the one you’ve known the shortest.”
There’s a beat of silence where Thor’s eyes flicker in your direction, but the tension is averted by Stark practically throwing himself at the Asgardian in anticipation of what’s to come. Two people don’t participate in the ruckus cheering filling the room: Natasha, who is leering at you…and you, who leans comfortably into the plush pillows, a leg dangling over the other to allow the foot to wiggle along to the beat of the music. Think murder, you tell yourself before meeting her gaze. Steady. Unwavering.
“So…” Your face is a perfect mask of calm innocence. “What’s the punishment when he fails?” Not if.
Although the words have been quiet, they manage to silence the room. Already, people are getting ideas as Thor recover from the first part of the Dare, his mind now also struggling with the suggestion that he, the Mighty Prince Thor of Asgard, should possibly fail.
“Oh! I know!” It might be Bruce piping up for once…or Stark if he has returned from his private heaven. “Thor’ll have to leave Mjølnir behind for research when he returns to Asgard.”
A collective “oooh” rushes through the group, undoubtedly fueled further by the blond idiot’s reaction. Perfect. He’s struggling to keep composure, nerves thrumming through his body - only finding an outlet through the punishing grasp that is threatening to tear off the armrest of the chair, and the curling of toes inside the big boots. But you? A tiny smirk tickles the corner of your mouth as you wait for the inevitable.
“Well, what a-are we waiting for?” Thor smiles falter when you do nothing but sip from the drink. “Surely, you cannot truly detest me…”
Oh, no? The slowest of looks from under your lashes tells him otherwise. Whether he has understood what he did wrong or not, it’s evident he realizes what is at stake at this moment while you have the perfect opportunity to teach him a lesson for making a situation worse by running in like a driverless bulldozer.
“What’s this?” you drawl playfully, “need me to…save…you?”
Electricity sparkles in his eyes and you know the words hit the right spot, but then he blinks and it is gone, leaving behind a man in the place of a god. “Yes. Please…save me.”
You know the others must be confused, unsure of what to make of the untamed rivalry between the two of you. Frankly, the scene has taken a turn you didn’t expect either. It’s just that…backing down isn’t an option anymore. Pushing away the knowledge of their presence, you focus on Thor and your nails.
“Funny thing, knowin’ someone wants to be rescued. Really enables a certain drive, y’know? A need to do it right and not endanger other people by rushing in like a bumbling oaf…dontcha agree?”
“Uhm…”
“Soooo…the plan’s to save you…or Mjølnir…by kissing you?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve seen rocks I’d rather kiss.”
Somewhere, in the world you’ve chosen to ignore for the moment, there are shouts and jeering. Right in front of you is a tall, muscly god with arms crossed as he towers above you. Glaring. Finally letting go of the confusion as your last insult chips away the patience he has cultivated. He doesn’t budge when you stand, chest brushing against his wiry lower arms, and the temptation to stand on the couch becomes nearly overwhelming.
“I’m no rock,” he growls, “unlike your heart.” There’s a gasp from somewhere behind the Asgardian (it distinctly sounds like the word “burn”), quickly followed by shushing. “Though…mayhaps your cold façade serves to keep yourself protected from feeling any love?”
“Nice try…but no.” The last dredges of your drink flows easily over your tongue. Time for a refill. “Now, excuse me.”
Thor allows you to pass and get all the way to the bar counter where you deposit the empty glass before he calls out to you. “I did not take you for a coward, lady [Y/N].”
“I’m not.”
“Yet you dare not share a kiss.”
You’ve frozen to the spot, back still turned to the group and hand on the fridge. I can say no…I can say no…I can…not. Nope. Not gonna chicken out. Slowly turning, it’s all too evident that everyone is holding their breath in anticipation. Some are praying for a chance to study the bloody hammer while others just want some ammunition to pester either Thor or maybe you with for at least the rest of the night.
“Now that’s a low blow, mister.” He is in trouble and the way you walk back to face him shows it. “Let’s see what you got, then.”
He delivers.
A hand cradling your neck, and arm around your waist pulling you flush up against him. There’s a brief second where your entire vision is filled by the electricity crackling in his blue eyes before his lips are upon you. Surprisingly gentle, they slot onto your mouth with ease and you’re done for. The combination of his beard prickling your upper lip and chin is the perfect contrast to the molten heat parting your lips with a sweep of his tongue to deepen the kiss. You forget to breathe, forget to hold your eyes open and your legs steady. Instead you lean into his embrace and allow your instincts to engage in a dance you hadn’t intended to perform but don’t want out of.
You are breathless when he pulls away, hands supporting you until you have got your bearings again. Want.
“See?” By some sort of miracle, your voice isn’t reduced to a gasp. “Rocks could do better.”
Thankfully, the scientific part of the group are complaining loudly enough about the missed opportunity to move the attention from you and eventually the game continues for a few rounds. It gives you time - time where you keep pulling your gaze away from the blond god repeatedly. Sometimes, you imagine feeling the electric fire of his eyes scalding your skin, each time making you check to find him studying you unabashedly.
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By the time the party ends, you’ve been offered to sleep over rather than make your way home. Tony has already staggered off to his room, leaving Natasha in charge of finding a bed for you a few floors below the lounge and instruct you on the little stash of spare clothes hidden behind a panel in the wall.
“Most are gonna sleep in t’morrow, so don’t worry ‘bout getting up early,” she yawns. Just before the door closes behind her, she adds, “Oh, and if you hear snoring it’s just Thor…his room’s across from this.”
I didn’t hear that.
Snooping around the room and en suite bathroom entertains you for a while and even yields rather luxurious results – the hottest shower you have ever indulged in as well as overly fluffy towels and a dark blue, silk nightshirt that reaches the middle of your thighs. The place is fit for a princess. A highly modern one, but royalty, nonetheless. Even a Prince of Asgard.
Just the thought makes a delicate sweat break out on your skin. Logic and lust battles within you, painting pictures in your mind of a strong body displayed naked before you, muscles moving like sand beneath the tan skin and a stone-grip on your thighs.
I’d be weak if I give in, you pout as you toss and turn in the enormous bed…and regret it if I don’t. Caught between a rock and a hard place there’s no rest to be found while the fire burns within. The problem is not the risk of love or hurt feelings but rather to become “just another of those girls”. The kind of chicks that sigh while waiting for Mr. Right to find them; the type of female who needs a provider and protector for whatever reason. None of those are you. Strong and independent, no one is above you. Sure, you got morals (the wish to help people and not hurt them intentionally is there), but all your life you’ve followed your dreams and aspirations, ensuring you got what you wanted.
“Why not this time?”
The darkness doesn’t answer the whisper, but perhaps that is a reply in its own right.
Yeah…I want him. I’ll have him. Slipping from under the duvet, bare feet listen to the information carried like a mumble through the concrete to guide you out of the room and across the hall where a sliver of light cuts below the door. You can feel his footsteps pacing back and forth. Is he waiting? Considering his own options?
A deep breath finds its way into your lungs in an attempt to steady your nerves. Rather than knocking, you open the door resolutely, finding the god at the far end of the room in all his naked glory including a semi-hard cock. The once-over becomes a twice-over as the door closes behind you.
“Might wanna lock when walking ‘round in your birthday suit.”
The specimen of a man doesn’t seem bothered by the intrusion or nudity but minimizes the distance between the two of you with all but a yard. “My own door was of little concern,” he rumbles, “while yours became an insurmountable obstacle from which I’ve retreated numerous times…afraid my sins were irredeemable.”
Oh really? “I…could forgive you, I guess…”
“Tell me how!” The tall man literally drops to his knees before you, large hands reaching for your hips but not daring to touch. “Your wish is my command, m’lady.”
It’s a rush to be in charge of Thor, not just due to his natural alpha-vibes or his royal title but rather because he doesn’t begrudgingly follow your instruction as you order him to get up and turn to display himself. He moves with a slow purpose, flexing his limbs lazily as you carve the sight into a memory that time never will erode. Sandy skin glistens in the dimmed light while shadows shimmy across the mountains and valleys of his muscles.
“Undress me.”
There’s not a lot of clothing to remove. Nonetheless, he extends each part of the task to the infinite, making sure not to touch your skin as each button of the silk shirt is popped to allow the cool fabric to slide off your shoulders and pool at your feet. Once more, he kneels. Calloused fingers reaching for the hem of your panties.
“Wait.” His hands stop mere millimeters away. “Before you remove them, feel free to touch me as you wish.”
Even without direct eye contact, you can sense the flicker of lightning playing in the blue of his irises – a convenient explanation to why every hair on your body stands on end when you still don’t want to admit it’s pure excitement.
His first touches are featherlight strokes up and down your thighs, curving to the back where the large palms fit so well under the ass. Fingertips tug at the thin fabric of your undies, pulling them partially below the hips so only your mound remains hidden, baring sensitive skin for Thor to lavish with subtle kisses. The first tremors dance deep within you, early warnings of an earthquake only he can set off.
The grip is much stronger, needier, when his hands frame your waist to pull you flush against his chest. Nose in navel, deep breaths inhale your scent. The smile of his lips can be felt against your abdomen, growing wider as he cups one of the breasts where his fingers stroke the peak and tweak the hardening pebble to make you gasp.
“M’lady,” he murmurs against your hip, tongue tracing the shift in your flesh to where the bundled undies hinder further advances, “please allow me…?”
“Alright.”
Barely have the words left your lips before you feel the fabric slip down, reluctantly letting go where they have soaked up the wetness between your legs already. He knows. A deep sigh escapes him, immediately followed by kisses claiming the path towards your sex.
A few inches and his lips will be on your clit.
One inch.
“Enough.” The words are more ragged than sharp as intended, but Thor accepts the command. “Get on the bed.”
You follow him closely as he scoots backwards until his head rests on the pillow. Damn. Every tensed muscle you touch could be carved from sun-heated marble. Shivers erupt from where you hands glide over his skin – all running towards the proudly erect cock which in itself is a godly masterpiece that twitches in anticipation as you straddle his thighs.
It’s so obvious, the craving in those electric eyes devouring you whole, the tremble caused by self-restraint. Waiting for the order, huh? Reaching for his hands, allowing fingers to entwine as you lean down to nibble at his throat. Sensitive nipples sweep over his chest. Each stuttering breath escaping Thor tickles your ear as your lips find their way towards his until the connection finally is made and he can steal your breath away, drinking it straight from your mouth. Hips roll, his or yours – it barely matters – but you won’t let go and allow his hands to roam. Not yet at least. Tearing away, a smile plays on your lips at the whine he utters at the lack of contact.
“So eager,” you purr, “for this?”
Not once do your eyes stray from him. Your own hands are much smaller, doing little to imitate what Thor might be able to do if he was the one to cup your breasts before a hand slides to the apex of your thighs to splay the folds and spread the glistening wetness there. Blatantly taunting him, moaning and rocking against your own touch as you expertly swirl the clit. Beneath you, the man groans and you do the same when you tweak the nipples, one after the other as the hand works. There’s a distinct sound of fabric ripping when a few of your digits enter the core.
“Please. Goddess,” the desperate man gasps, “please.”
Rolling the pelvis (and shuffling slightly forward on the knees) you drag your sobbing cunt along Thor’s shaft, the tip teasing the entrance enough for him to pout as you repeat the maneuver. So tempting. All it would take is a little lift and then a slow, breathtaking slide to bring his cock inside. To feel the width and length press ever right spot as the walls of your cunt would stretch and quiver to accommodate him.
“Show me how to treat a goddess, then.”
The mask of meek desperation crumbles in seconds, revealing a predatorial greed gleaming like sharp crystals. Rather than grab your hips and guide you until you are impaled on his cock, however, he surges up to embrace you tightly. A demanding mouth captures your lips, stealing your senses by the flexing sweeps of a tongue matched by bites. When Thor’s hands begin to roam, you find yourself unable to do anything but hold on to him, nails digging into the muscly back, as your body grinds against him with a will of its own.
You’re vaguely aware of the room turning around you and the firm softness of a mattress against your back, but nothing truly stands clear until the nibbling kisses and licks travel down your body. Clavicle and shoulders, breasts where each hypersensitive nipple is treated heavenly before Thor proceeds across the expanse of your stomach.
He uses every part of his body to tease you: his voice sends vibrations into your very soul, the press of him is deliciously insistent between your legs, his reddish beard a devilish contrast to the sweetness of his lips, and his hands…oh god…his hands are everywhere. Pinching, massaging, stroking.
“O-ah!” The sound slips out of you in whimper.
Thor is paying full attention to your clit, licking broad stripes all along the folds before spelling out the alphab- wait. Each flick of his tongue does trace a letter around the tight bundle of nerves, but they aren’t random instead spelling out your name before a broad lick starts it all over until your toes curl and legs shake from the approaching orgasm and your moans have changed to keening cries for more.
In a flurry, the strong man sits back, hauling you along to ensure your legs are clenching his flanks firmly and his cock breaching the entrance to your core. Strong hands under your ass is holding you steady, allowing you to look down upon his face where your juices glisten in the beard.
“A word from your…lips is a law…in my…life,” he gasps just as eager as you.
“Give me ev’rything.”
The muscles shiver under the Asgardian’s skin from holding back as he impales you slowly. Your back arches. Your walls flutter and squeeze in a pulsating rhythm, soon matched by Thor’s thrusts and pulls at your hips the moment he shifts the hold on you. Deep, dragged out movements hitting all the right spots within and outside of your core.
No metaphor covers the sensation as you cum, riding Thor’s cock as you sit in his lap. Maybe an earthquake, a landslide that sends you flying into a void containing nothing but the two of you, his arms holding you while your body relents control in favour of unbridled euphoria. And just as it feels as though the orgasm wanes, the man’s thrusts stutter and a tingle of electricity runs through your core bringing you to a new peak together with Thor.
Breath by shuddering breath, you descend from the high wrapped in each others’ arms while foreheads rest against each other. Eventually you reach between your bodies, holding in his cum as he slips out and lies you down on the bed.
“Don’t leave, [Y/N],” he asks from the place beside you.
How could I? “Just let me freshen up.”
…
Cleaned up and watered, you’re back in Thor’s bed, allowing him to tug you closer.
“My lady…if this be the punishment for my wrongs then I may have to interfere more often…”
Hmmm…potential. “I’m imaginative,” you laugh, “so stay sharp.”
“As you wish, my queen.”
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Request: Haurchefant smut (i'm shameless and missing the dummy.) I guess for a prompt, by the fireplace/warming up? It's so cold here! T_T
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“Ohh, dear heart. You’re shivering,” Haurchefant coos, massaging at your frozen fingers with his own deliciously warm hands. Head bowing to breathe puffs of hot air onto your skin, and to press adoring kisses across your fingers and along the backs of your hands.
“Y-you’re s-so warmm…!” You say through shivers and chattering teeth, huddling close as Haurchefant makes a soft sound of concern, dragging his hands up from your fingers then your forearms to rub briskly at your upper arms, and then maybe more than a little squeezing at your firm biceps with a hum of appreciation.
“Shall I warm you with my body, my love?” Haurchefant chuckles.
You pause, “Y..yes, actual-…ly. W-would you?” That would warm you up quick enough, would it not?
Haurchefant makes a sound of delight, giving your arms one last appreciative grope before skimming his fingers over your shoulders and up your throat to cup your face in his hands, drawing you forward into a kiss that makes no attempt to seem anything but steamy with his desire for you.
You sink into his embrace with a soft moan, and Haurchefant hums throatily, moaning unabashedly eager as he licks into your parted mouth.
Your hands frame around his ears, and Haurchefant shivers with the chill of your fingers on his skin.
“Ah, so cold still,” Haurchefant says with a chilled hiss, and cups your legs firm in his hands to drag you fowrard the last few ilms and into his lap. “Allow me,” Haurchefant breathes, his lips leaving trails of fire on your skin as he drags his mouth over your jaw to lave at your throat with his hot tongue.
You moan, burying your hands in his hair as Haurchefant shoves your over sized shirt up to kiss at your chest. To suck your nipples into his mouth, teeth scraping and tugging, and driving you mad with swirls of his tongue.
“Uhn, H…-Haurchefant,” You tug his hair, thumbing his blushing ears. “More, please.”
Haurchefant groans, sucking fervently at your nipples, pinching, rolling, and plucking with the clever fingers of one hand so as not to leave one nipple unattended.
And with the other hand does he skim down your belly and between your thighs, fingers wriggling into the clingy waistband of your fleece-lined tights.
Haurchefant pulls off your chest for but a moment to groan, “Ohh, but you’re so hot here,” as his hand cups between your legs, fingers wiggling against you.
You whimper, hips bucking, and Haurchefant gazes at you with an adoring smile. “More, my heart?”
“Please?” You whine, not above begging him because Haurchefant was not the type to think less of you for it.
Haurchefant bobs his head. “As you wish,” and curls his fingers into your waistband to yank down your thighs, sending you sprawling back against the pillows Haurchefant had dropped in front of the fireplace half a bell before.
With one hand he cups your hip, fingertips tracing skin, and the other does he fan the flames of curling heat by stroking between your trembling legs.
You groan back against the pillows, hands fisting in your discarded blanket as Haurchefant kisses down your ribcage and over your belly. His tongue dipping into your bellybutton teasingly.
You gasp as he bites fleetingly at your hip, and then groan as he traces the fleeting feel of his teeth with a hot, wet tongue.
And then that tongue joins his fingers between your thighs and you jack-knife up with a gasp. “Fuck me!” You say with feeling and surprise, you had thought Haurchefant would build up to it, but here he was diving, literally, head first.
Haurchefant chuckles between your thighs, and licks you with a filthy sounding moan like he was enjoying this even more than you were.
Your eyes roll, eyelashes fluttering, and you cannot control the rolling of your hips with Haurchefant’s fingers and mouth put to distractingly good work.
Gods, his mouth. That tongue! Those wicked, wicked fingers! Ah, shite, Haurchefant was really giving you no quarter, you were so bloody close already!
You scrape your fingers over his scalp, moaning encouragingly, or maybe just babbling as Haurchefant devours you like you were a sumptuous feast and he a starving, truly ravenous man.
Your hands fist in his hair, hips bucking. Haurchrfant digs his fingers into your hip, moaning low at the feel of your fingers in his hair.
His eyes are so dark with arousal you almost can’t see the blue in the dilated black, pale skin flushed deliciously, and hair messy from your hands.
“Haurchefant,” You groan, tortured yet blissful.
Haurchefant radiates smugness even with his mouth so busy, and doubles his efforts.
Fuck, you don’t stand a chance against him!
You last a minute more, mayhap two, but then you’re falling apart. Surrendering. Waving the white bloody flag of orgasmic defeat under the onslaught of Haurchefant’s sexual prowess.
Toes curling, thighs quivering, Haurchefant’s name and so much babbling praise spilling from your lips.
You flop back against the pillows, boneless, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling in a blissful haze.
Twelve, you had needed that.
Haurchefant crawls up your body in a fit of gleeful, manic giggling. Laying kisses in random patterns on your skin before settling on kissing up your throat to claim your mouth again.
“Warm enough, mine sweetheart?” Haurchefant grins ans teases, blue eyes twinkling, even as he folds the blanket around you so as not to catch chill again.
You eye him lazily, thinking, “I’m about to rock your world, good ser.”
Haurchefant blinks, saying, “pardon?” and oh, you’d said that out loud.
You lunge upward, sending Haurchefant tumbling back amongst his own pillows, the blanket hanging from your shoulders like a heroic cape as you declare, “I’m about to fuck you so well, ser knight, that you might walk funny for a few days.”
Haurchefant is wide eyed and flushed at such a declaration. A wide grin breaks the fluster on his face, manic and eager.
He spreads his arms, and legs, wide. Eyelashes fluttering as he sighs wanton and sexy, “Aahhnn, I surrender. I yield, sweet hero. Have your wicked, filthy way with me.”
You flush, eyes narrowing. This man…! He had no shame.
Haurchefant shrieks with laughter as you pounce in him.
“Ahn, not so rough, dearest! It’s my first time!”
“You bloody liar!”
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Sugar, Sugar.
Sugar daddy!Jin au & fckbuddy jungkook drabble
pairing: jk x reader/jin x reader
warnings: nsfw & sexual themes, cussing, a bit of smut if u squint hard enough, toxic relationships.
A/N: this was rushed and unedited, but i just wanted to post this drabble & get done with it so there's that 😝 sorry for the grammatical errors & errythin as always. ily all tho & i hope u enjoy this shtpost 😁😘
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"Come get back in bed babe, I'm sure he can wait." Jungkook pleads, his lips now starting to pout.
"You know I can't kook, and even if I know he'll wait, I wouldn't want him to." You say, as you put on your clothes hurriedly, preparing to leave.
"Of course, you wouldn't want to keep your glucose grandpa waiting so long. He might have a heart attack or something," He sarcastically retorted now sitting up on the bed.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny kook. Though that ain't it, He's not even a grandpa. He's still 26, very healthy and active, if you must know."
"Ya whatever. He's the same age as my older brother though, your glucose granddaddy's probably uglier." He scoffed.
"Hey! My Financial supporter isn't ugly, He's ethereal. I bet if you saw him you'd want to be his sugar baby too. Your straight ass would probably reconsider being straight cos he's too beautiful for this world." You confidently replied.
"So, is that why you like him that much? cos he's beautiful? he prob gives good head too. But I know for a fact, no one can devour your pussy the best like me." he says and smiles smugly. "Ew. Please don't use big or cringy deep words again when talking about our sexy time, or I'm really gonna vomit. Also, I've told you a thousand times we haven't done anything. Not all sugar daddy relationships do and have to do stuff like that you know."
"Sure, says the one who used sexy time to describe how we make love. And if you're gonna vomit, do it on his expensive ass floor mat. Since he can afford to replace it and the whole house if he wanted to."
"I really have to go kook, see you whenever i do," You say now truly heading for the door. He just nods at you, acts indifferently though he was begging for you to stay a little longer, just awhile ago.
"Jin, Sorry if i was late. The traffic was horrible you know how they are."
You tell him upon arriving at his place, though you know it wasn't just the traffic that made you arrive late, it was because of another guy you didn't tell him about but he didn't seem to bother to ask too. "It's okay love, I completely understand. How are you today though? are you feeling alright? you texted me yesterday that you were so tired, are you overworking yourself again?" He says a bit concerned and empathetically.
He's always been so considerate and kind to you, and you've always liked that about him. "Yea, I'm good. Peachy. I was just worn out because of work yesterday, (and of riding jungkook's cock til we both passed out) but now i'm feeling great." You smiled at him trying to reassure him you were fine.
"How about you dear? dear. your endearment for him, how are you feeling today?" You asked. "I'm feeling good too. Actually better, now that you're here with me." He smiled, and you blushed a little embarrassingly, though it was cheesy but you had a soft spot for him.
"Anyway, I'm glad you aren't overworking yourself, but remember you can always ask me for more support if you want to. You know I'd give you everything in the world, anything for you." You were quite flustered by his words.
"Thanks, Jin. for everything really, you've always been so kind and helpful to me, though I don't do much or even enough for you, to repay you." was your pathetic reply.
"No, don't say that again love. You know, you being here with me is enough. You don't have to do filthy things to repay me. You know I'd be happy already if you just spend your time with me."
"But what if i want to do filthy things with you? I mean, if you allow me to. I want to make you feel good, daddy." You don't always call him daddy, in fact you rarely call him that. Your relationship was just pure companionship actually. That was what you both agreed on, when your partnership started. You both wouldn't do anything sexual ever. At first you thought he was asexual, but he said he wasn't when you asked him. Now, you wanted to repay him for all the good things he's done for you, but how will you when he doesn't want you to? You were confused and a bit taxed actually.
"Y/N you know what we agreed on...let's not break our agreement. I think you should rest more, maybe you're still feeling unwell." he replied quite tiredly. he doesn't usually call you by your name too, was he mad? disappointed? you weren't sure, but you didn't like it and you weren't sure you wanted to know.
"Ok...I'll just go to the room then," you replied. "Actually love, I think you should just go home. Maybe you'll be more comfortable resting there." Did he just say he wanted you out of his sight? ouch that hurt quite a bit, ok mayhaps a lot.
"Oh. ok then, I'll go home sorry for bothering you," You say, starting to walk away from him and head for the door. "Y/N, It's not like that. You know you're not a bother to me, and you never will be." Jin says.
"No, I get it. You don't want me and that's okay, we're just fellow associates anyway right?" you snap at him.
"No, why are you being like this love? I do want you. I just don't want us to be like them and everyone else. I don't want us to use eachother to that exent. I want us to be friends first, to get closer and if it leads to something more then why not? please...let's not fight about this," he pleads pityfully.
"Do you really though? do you want me? anyway, it doesn't matter. Let's just talk about it later tom. just call me or whatever." You say as you open the door and head out fast, not hearing what he might've replied to your question.
"You're back early? bet ya 5 bucks glucose guardian had a stroke and u had to send him to the ER and leave him there?" Jungkook was still there when you came back, and on his dumb ass phone, playing games. Apparently he was in a mood for jokes as always, but you weren't.
"Stfu junglecock, I'm not in the mood. Why are you still here anyway? don't you have other hoes to do? just make sure to always keep safe and try to catch fewer curable stds, or I'll never fck your nasty ass again."
"Wow someone's pretty ass is pissed, what's wrong baby? did your grandpa have a hard time getting his ancient magic stick up? is that why you're so mad cos you needed a good dicking down but you didn't get it?" he annoyingly implied.
"Jungkook, if you don't shut the f up for real you'll never be able to use your magic stick again, and I'm really serious about it." you glared at him as you said it.
"Ok. fine babe, chill. I know what always helps you relax..." He says as he drops his phone and moves towards you, backhugging you and rubbing your shoulders softly. He knows that you like how calming it feels although you don't forget the sexual implication that comes with it too.
"You know you can tell me anything right? we're not just fuckmates, we're saltmates too. We're friends aren't we?" He says while looking at you, trying to guess what's on your mind. "Of course we are kook. It's just things with jin...I feel like I'm not doing enough or good enough for him. Sometimes I feel like he just doesn't want me, but then he says he does. And I'm just- confused i guess."
"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself babe. You both agreed on that partnership, so why should you do more than what you agreed on? he's not asking for other things or forcing you to do something to repay him right?" he says a bit bitterly.
"No. He's not like that." You reassure jungkook. "Anyway, we'll probably make up later tom. and everything'll be just fine. So, you were talking about helping me to de-stress?" you told him suggestively.
You and jungkook went on it all through out the night. He pounded on you like there was no tomorrow. After your 8th round, the both of you were taxed and almost asleep. Or so you thought he was too, til he made small talk.
"Baby, are you still awake?" he asked, moving closer wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you tight. You mumbled something like "urm yea" and he took a peek at you to see if you we're still actually awake.
"You don't have to go back to him ya know," he said out of the blue, making you face him. "You could stay with me. You could be happy with me y/n. We could fuck forever happily." You didn't know what to say to that.
"Can i be honest? these past few months I didn't think I'd feel something more for you, But I did. I do. I kinda like you more than just a fckfriend y/n, hell I think I'm inlove with you. Do you feel the same way? even just a bit?" he suddenly asked and you didn't really know what to respond. So you replied something lame, "I think you're just tired guk, maybe we should really sleep now." You said looking somewhere else in the room, anywhere but his handsome face, you tried to avoid the subject, hoping that maybe he'll drop it and forget it but you know he won't.
"Is that your reply to my confession? Wow, I didn't think you'd be this mean baby. Are you rejecting me cos I'm not as rich as him? I can support us both too you know. I can save up for the things that will prob cost us our whole lives if you want to have them. Anything for you. I may not be as debonair and grand as him, but I promise you I'll love you and give you everything you want more than him. You'll have my whole heart and all of my attention, so will you please stay and choose me instead?" he begged. But you already made your choice a long time ago.
"I like you too guk, and I'll stay." you said though you know better. You lied. You left his handsome figure still sleeping soundly behind. After you told him you'll stay last night, you both fell asleep right after. But now here comes the morning, and you're already halfway to the door. You take one last look at his beautiful face, knowing it might be a long time before you see it again.
"Jin, I think I wanna go with you on that business trip." You said to him, eager to leave with him right away. "You mean the one in Japan I'll be going to later? I thought you didn't wanna come love? but ok, i guess you changed your mind. it'll be lovely to be with you there." You're glad he's okay with you coming with him.
"Yeah, I realized it'd be boring here on my own and I already filed a leave for work. And i'd probably miss you too so I wanna come with you." you said and a faint blush showed on your cheeks.
"Just probably? so you won't really miss me? jk. love, did you already pack your things? you should get ready. I'll have to stop by the office for a bit to get some things, so just meet me there when you're done. I'll be going now, so I can get ready and check that I didn't forget anything at the office, so I'll see you later love?"
"Yea, see you later Jin." You didn't call him by your endearment but you hope he didn't mind. To your surprise and delight, he gave you a peck on the cheek before running off to leave.
"Uh excuse me, can I ask if Jin's still inside his office?" you told the secretary.
"Kim Seokjin our CEO? yes, he's still inside his office. And who are you miss?" The secretary inquired.
"Uh I'm-"
"She's my girlfriend and fiancee. Her name is y/n and you should remember her face from now on." The familiar ethereal voice said from behind you, It was Jin who just arrived to meet you. The secretary apologized soon after, she was probably regretting why she had asked that question, though you assured her it was okay. "Hyung are you leaving now for that japan business- Y/N, is it really you?"
You wouldn't forget the owner of that voice of course. Though you left him behind. He spoke from behind you, and you didn't wanna face him or move. You didn't until Jin asked you, "Love, do you know my brother jungkook?" You turned slowly to face them, and mustered the courage to reply.
"Yes, We were kinda friends during college." you lamely said. "Oh. You didn't tell me you were friends with my brother. Anyway, yes jungkook I'll be going on that business trip, and Y/N will be accompanying me." Jin told his younger brother.
How could you even know jungkook was his younger brother when he didn't even tell you? He might've mentioned a brother before, but Jin didn't say it was actually Jeon Jungkook. And they have different last names anyway, so they're probably just half brothers? your pondering was interrupted by no other than jungkook speaking,
"Oh really? Before you go though, can i ask y/n this question; Is my brother the sugar daddy you were always talking about? or is your glucose guardian a different one too?" his words shocked and hurt you, though you couldn't blame him, you hurt him too.
"Jungkook, what the hell are you talking about? you don't know anything about us you brat. Mind your own damn business." You've never heard Jin cuss before, or it was rare that he did. Mayhaps he was really mad this time.
"Y/N what is he talking about? what does he mean that I'm the one you're always talking about with him? I thought you were just old college friends?" Jin inquired. "Jin...I-" you wanted to tell him about everything, but no words seem to come out of your pathetic little mouth yet.
"Oh come on baby, It's just a simple question. Is my brother the old hag you always come back to, for money or what? if he isn't, then how many are they? just curious babe." Jungkook sarcastically said. Jin was furious at this point, how dare Jungkook call you his baby? and the accusations he's saying are just over the top. Jin knows he's your only financial supporter, he's the only one right? "Jungkook you ass-" before jin could finish speaking, you spoke, though you were holding back tears.
"Yes. He's my benefactor, my sugar daddy, whatever you call it. And so what if he is kook? it's none of your business anymore. And just for the record, he's the only one. I don't have any other patrons or sugar daddies."
"Great. Just fcking amazing then, You were screwing both of us at the same time, that's why you never told me your sugar daddy's name, you planned this didn't you? I didn't see you as a gold digger who targets siblings but here we are-" Jin grabbed Jungkook by the collar because he couldn't take all the bullcrap the younger was saying about you. "Jungkook if you don't shut your filthy mouth I swear-"
"You'll what hyung? punch me? kill me? I'm already dead. Can't you see hyung? she's the one playing with us! ask her what the two of us have been doing behind your back! Sorry hyung, but i didn't know you were her sugar daddy though," Jungkook shouted.
"Love, I don't know if what he's saying is true, but i wanna hear it from you. Please tell me what's going on? why is he saying you're screwing the both of us?" Jin pleaded at you.
"I...he's my fckbuddy Jin. I'm so sorry, we didn't touch each other and I have my needs, so i had to find someone else to fulfill them. But we stopped it already. I left him and lied, and maybe that's why he's so mad at me." You said exhausted with it all,
"I promise you though I didn't know he was your brother, and I wouldn't have messed around with him if I knew. Dear, please believe me. I truly am sorry." Now it was you who was pleading.
"I'm not mad at you for leaving, I'm mad at you for lying to me. You shouldn't have said you felt something for me when you didn't." Jungkook said, now more glum than angry.
"You were really lovers then? You should have told me you wanted to hook up with other people y/n. We could've made it clear in our agreement. Maybe all of us wouldn't be hurting so much," Jin calmed down too, though disappointment and sadness was written all over his face. "I can't and won't compete with my brother y/n, we might not agree with things all the time but I can't bear to see him hurt. Jungkook likes you, and if I have to let you go so he'll stop hurting, then I will."
"No. Jin please don't do this, you're the one that I love, not Jungkook. Please don't give me up." You begged jin.
"I'm sorry love, but I can't choose you." And that was the last thing Jin said before he left you.
Jungkook took took you back after all, and you started dating him. You've learned to like him after Jin left. Though you heard Jin inherited their multi-billion dollar company in japan, and was managing it too. You were just moping around when you got a text from your boyfriend Jungkook: "When are you coming home babe?" it read. "Probably not soon yet, babe" you replied.
"What do u mean baby? how long are you gon stay there?" he texted again, probably for a really long time You replied mentally. You were still on your business trip or that's what jungkook thought, what he doesn't know is that Jin is the business trip, and you're just on your way there. You liked Jungkook he was hot, but you loved Jin more or maybe his money a whole lot.
~fin~
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