#soft!dom | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

vamph00n · 4 months

Text

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚ “all of you” ꕤ˚₊⊹

——————————————————

softbfhoonxfemreader !!minors dni!!

-synopsis: Sunghoon is your sweet boyfriend, he adores you so much, he could never say no to you. But your relationship was fairly new, wouldn’t you scare him off with your not so innocent fantasy?

!!warnings!! Smut! soft Hoon, perverted reader, pillow humping, vanilla sex, unprotected sex, it’s all very sweet, cute filth?Readers hair be ran through with hands, a new relationship in lovey dovey phase.

-a/n: this is not proofread, and it’s entirely self indulgent.

-wc: longer than it should’ve been.

————————————————————————

A sweet boyfriend you had, he was so considerate.

By your side at all times, even met your parents during the holidays even though you dated for merely a month. He was responsible really, always making sure you ate well, and calling to see if you were okay whenever he’d work late. He’d even make up for his time not spent with you whenever he could, and took it slow in your relationship because he loved you. He respected you, saw you on level with him and always made sure you knew it, by letting you be your own person. No matter how badly he wanted to be the only man in your life. No matter how possessive he knew he could get, he wanted you to be happy. He wanted all of you, and didn’t want you to hide any of that away behind his own selfish need to be only one to get your attention.

He wanted to take this seriously, he’s an adult after all, and it’s you he’d lose if he didn’t play the game right.

So sickeningly sweet he was, always making sure to ask for consent before making love, when you both knew damn well your wet cunt was always weeping for him. His hands always so gently traced the curves of your body, readying you for him. His beautiful hands, groped, massaged, and caressed. Most importantly he’d never failed to forget to roll on a rubber before diving in. Oh how he was so responsible…. Kisses, and bites, scratches and marks. His back was always painted with them after a steamy night.

“ ‘m sorry.” Is what you would say the mornings after as you saw him get up seeing the state you left it.

You’d receive a kiss on your forehead, and a hand to your cheek, “I don’t mind them darling.” He’d say with the upmost love in his eyes.

You really couldn’t ask for more, he was perfect. But you were only human, you wanted more from him, all of him.

You let him dive his head into you folds, let his tongue get entangled in your core as your cry for more. He’d let you down his length, his oh so pretty cock. And like a good girl you’d swallow every drop of his pleasure when he’d release in your mouth. Yet… you knew it was crass, you had only dated him for a month, and maybe he wasn’t into it… but you wanted him. You wanted to take him raw.

You wanted it so bad, it made you feel so irresponsible compared to him. No amount of liquor and girls nights, could prepare you for what your friends called your honeymoon phase. It hit you like a truck, and you definitely didn’t expect to need him this much after having a taste of him. So much to the point where you threw your common sense out of the window. So you tried your best to keep this dark little secret to yourself. At least as well as you could.

…

Time again, you’d find yourself in his home laying in his bed. It smelt like him, his sheets. Not quite washed, but not quite dirty. A musk you grew fond of.

The sound of the shower in the other room was apparent as he washed up, and you sat in his bed waiting for him to lay with you.

Dressed in his hoodie and undergarments, you sat patiently. One thing you had noticed before when you first started dating, was that his bedside table always had tissues and lotion. They since disappeared when you and him got intimate more often, which made you giddy. But today, there they were, back out on his nightstand.

There was no anger, and no disappointment, but a thought creeped into your mind. Where was the tissue he came in? A perverted thought, because he probably threw it away, but you couldn’t help it. What images of you popped into his head when he did it? Did he look at any photos of you? You hoped so. Biting your lip, and feeling all hot and bothered, your thighs rubbed together unconsciously. Then you thought of it more. Perhaps he was messy? Maybe a mere drop got on his bed, or his pillows.

A whore for his cum, that he never gave unless it was in your mouth, you craved it. You never thought you’d crave some silly semen before, but you needed it. Needed to feel it in you. You needed to feel him shoot his load in you.

You’d feel so honored, to just let him release into you. Like it proved something. Just the thought of him chanting your name like a mantra, and letting him explode with pleasure in you.

Riding his pillow in between your legs, you oh so hoped he got a drop on it. If he did, that would’ve made this pathetic dry humping worth it. Like a little pervert, you thought, and you imagined. Closing your eyes, and furrowing your brows as you felt the plush material rub against your wet folds, you massaged your breasts.

Silent whimpers, it wasn’t as fufiling as your boyfriend himself. Your hole felt empty, in need of him. It was sobbing for him.

So engaged in your little fantasy, you failed to hear the click of the door, and the footsteps towards the bed.

You felt the bed ruffle, as someone sat down. Sunghoon sat down.

“You know, I could help you with that.” He stated with his eyes fixed on you.

Embarrassment was something you threw out the window, while it was still present. You stopped your hips from grinding deeper into the pillow, face with a flush of pink.

He scooted closer towards you, practically pinning you down before looking at your lips hungrily. He kissed you, your lips danced. It was sweet, like always, and so needy.

Sunghoon let go of the kiss, and looked at you, he was flattered you were getting off on his pillow (note his pillow) but there was still a semblance of disappointment in his eyes.

Why’d his girlfriend that he loved so much, cared for, and always made sure she was satisfied in bed; why did she have to resort to humping a pillow when he was a mere few feet away? Did he not pleasure her enough? Was he not actually fufilling what she wanted in bed? Did she have to fake it? He wasn’t normally an insecure man, but you had made him feel like that. Becasue right now you were everything to him. You had that effect on him.

“Baby. It’s embarrassing.” You mumbled,

Embarrassing how? For him and his pride? Yes. For you? There’s no way in his mind you’d ever do any wrong.

Your hands slipped in the waistband of his pants, snaking their way to his length. He was hard.

In a bitter spirit, he pulled your hand away. “Wouldn’t you rather continue what you were doing to pillow?”

His voice was half teasing, and a bit disheartening. You only resorted to that because of him, because he made you feel that way. But you could also argue he was being a hypocrite.

“Hoon, I could tell you the same thing.” You said looking over at the lotion and tissues on the nightstand, and his eyes followed yours.

He laughed. That’s what this was about? God, he didn’t realized how in love he was. “Baby, they’re out on the nightstand because I was cleaning the drawers, and I forgot to put them back.”

Now you feel stupid. “Oh.” How were you supposed to admit you weren’t angry at the possibility of him jerking off without you? But your little perverted thoughts about the sheer possibility of his cum being in his sheets made you like this?

How could you possibly explain this without shame? You had already been caught getting off, what good is it to admit the real reason? And beside where’s the fun in that? As masochistic as it sounds, waiting for him to suggest it himself wasn’t a game you enjoyed; you wanted to tell him.

He chuckled, how cute his girlfriend was for being upset over something like that. It also reasured himself, yet he felt like there was something plaguing her mind, because her eyes seemed to not be focused.

So attentive, he took his time to ease you.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it, as you rolled your hips against him. You could feel his lips curl into a smile as he felt your desperation, eyes shut, and brows furrowed.

His lips grazed the skin on your neck, as he moved his head to level with you. It’s like he knew something was on your mind, whatever it was he wanted to hear it, and you could see it in his eyes.

“Talk to me Angel.” He purred, reaching over to the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom.

You watched as he did, the words wanted to escape from your mouth.

“Maybe we should get started hmm? Wouldn’t wanna leave you waiting.”

God, he knew what made you melt.

Before he could open it, you spoke up. “Can we not, um….”

He looked confused, did you not want do anything tonight? He was fine with it, but—

“I don’t want to use a condom tonight.” There, you said it.

Your poor boyfriend looked confused. Were you feeling alright? Did he hear that right? It was always the safest way to prevent any complications, but he knew you were on the pill…

“Uhh, can you say that again?” He asked.

“Hoon, I want you to cum in me.”

Shit. That was hot. That was so fucking hot, and he didn’t know why. He could see the eager expression on your face, and he reveled in it.

It’s like it clicked, and the gears in his little lovesick brain started turning.

“Is this what you were so worked about? The fact that I might have came into some tissue paper, but not into your little pussy?” He said lowly, as he slid your damp panties to the side.

God his mouth was so dirty, and you loved it. His fingers worked circles around your clit, and he was just as eager as you were. Wetness already collected all over your folds, he used it as slick to stimulate your little bud. As much as he wanted to put his aching dick into you right now, a bit of teasing always helped make you writhe under him when he finally stuffed your hole with what it craved.

“Be patient.” He muttered. A reaction to your hips moving for more friction. His eyes traveled to your lips, and crashed into them, feeling every breathy moan you let out.

You were having a hard time, your clit already swollen from rubbing against the pillow, and now you were almost close as he rolled it between his fingers.

It was torture for you, he loved watching you fall apart on his fingers, but you couldn’t bare to waste this moment on his fingers. Not tonight, not after him blessing you with the chance to take him raw.

You really tried your hardest not to climax, edging yourself, and he teased on. Working his fingers faster, occasionally slipping them into your hole.

“Hoon, I don’t wanna cum like this.” You mewled a bit teary eyed.

He only smirked, and slowed his movement. You liked it so much though? Why would he deprive you of this pleasure? Oh. That’s right.

He pulled his finger away, and thankfully so because any more, and you’d burst.

Sunghoon kicked off his sweats, a bit clumsily, and you both exchanged a small laugh, before he closed the distance between the two of you.

You grabbed at his length, stroking him. He practically shivered at your touch. His erection was practically glistening with precum already.

Maybe it was the fact you were so eager, but maybe also because he had secretly craved this aswell, he just never thought to bring it up in fear of scaring you off.

He groaned so audibly as you circled his tip with your thumb, his face slumping into your shoulder. “Don’t tease me now…”

It had seemed he was having as much as a hard time as you did when he fingered you. His pretty dick was probably so hard at the sight of you trying to keep your composure. You’d be stupid not to let him fuck into you.

Dragging his tip along your folds, you could feel it twitch. He wasn’t even in you, his bare cock just kissed your core so deliciously.

He took hold of his own, and guided it into your hole. He looked at your glassy eyes, asking for permission without words, and with a simple nod, you let him push it into you.

It was so different for him, he could feel all your juices coat his length, it left him almost gasping for air. This was almost too much, he was obviously too sensitive, overwhelmed with your tight little walls sucking him in.

He hadn’t even started moving, you swore you could feel each being of him in you. He was barely even pressing forward, and you could still feel him kissing the deepest parts of your depths.

With a swift hand, he placed a pillow under you on your lower back, and he shivered at the fact that his tip was practically kissing your cervix now that your parts were closer. He was loud about it, a moan like a melody. But you were louder about it.

“Fuck, Baby. I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”

You nodded in agreement. “Me neither, but god, can you please just move.” You whined so desperately.

No hesitation, his chest was up against yours, as his thrusts were slow, but deep and hard. Each time, you let out a moan, louder than the last. His breathing became shaky, and he was now mumbling incoherently.

“Hoon, you feel too good.”

He felt like he was in top of the world when you said that, breaking your symphony of moans. It made him want to got faster, chasing his high. After all it’s what you wanted. You wanted him to release into you.

His pace ramped up, and you could hear your name leave his mouth just like you’d hope. Just like you had fantasized. The small “ah’s” and “oh’s” were now gone, just the loudest sounds of pleasure replacing them.

You could feel a creeping feeling of your high approaching, and your boyfriend was showing no signs of slowing down.

“Shit, babe if you don’t slow down.” You said, cut off by his lips crashing into yours.

“Fuck me too, I’m gonna cum so deep into you.” He said as his hips snapped into you more aggressively.

A mere couple of thrusts away, you felt your own pleasure pool, and release. Chants, and moans, escaped your mouth. With so much praise, following it.

Sunghoon’s voice made a sharp high, and his eyes shut, and his dick twitched in you. He was balls deep, drunk on this feeling. With a small little clench of you walls, he could feel himself cum all over your womb.

Sloppy thrusts perused, he emptied his load into you, as you walls sucking him in. Absolute sobs, you couldn’t mistake it. He probably shedded a tear from it.

All was well, your fantasy’s perused, and your cunt was used just like you wanted it to be. It felt even better that you’d imagined it would be. So dumb, because why would you expect any less than perfection from Sunghoon?

A messy, and tired makeout session later. He ran his fingers through your hair, as his legnth was still buried in you.

Slowly, he pulled out, and it was like a wet dream. It was almost embarrassing how much he came in you, because it spilt out like honey.

So mesemerizdd but the sight it made him hard again.

A round of aftercare later, and the two of you laying against eachother, before you fell asleep he said something you’d take into the next few months in your relationship.

“You don’t need to think twice before asking me to do stuff like this with you.”

“Hell, you should’ve asked sooner.” Sunghoon added before you both fell asleep.

He gave you all of him, and showed he’d continue to. You’d be stupid not to comunticate with him more.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen #enhypen smut #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #enha smut #vanila #sweet #soft!dom #perv!reader #fem!reader #established relationship #non idol au

453 notes · View notes

klausysworld · 9 months

Note

Firstly I wanna say your stories are amazing, thank u very much for posting ♡♡♡ Well I ve been thinking about a smut with klaus

Reader and him have been dating for long time but they never had sex and she is virgin and really innocent and fears she won't be enough for him, she just guess it would be rough and painful but but he surprises her with so much tenderness

And then maybe a good aftercare if u want to?

Ready

Y/n was beyond nervous.

She knew Klaus, she knew he wouldn’t purposefully harm her or force her into anything but she also knew he was rough by nature.

She knew he had been with thousands of other women and she knew she wouldn’t compare to those of his past.

She didn’t know how to do all the things he probably wanted to do but she also didn’t want to disappoint him.

That was one of her flaws, she never wanted to disappoint anyone and especially not Klaus. He loved her more than she had ever been loved and he had killed for her, protected her wholesale and provided for her like no other. She couldn’t imagine taking this away from him, and she didn’t want him to get bored and find someone else.

Last time they were going to have sex, she panicked at the last second and couldn’t do it. Not that it upset him, he was so very understanding and that almost made it worse because she didn’t know why she was so scared. If not of his disappointment then what?

So she tried to force herself to do it, she figuratively and literally threw herself at him. Eyes closed as she pulled her top off and kissed down his neck while he groaned softly and touched her hair. But the smell of worry rolled off her in waves and he ended up with her curled to his side while he kissed her forehead and put on a movie.

Klaus could see straight through her, she was like glass and he knew it. He knew how easy it would be to break her, scare her and hurt her. But for once in his immortal life, he had no desire to make someone’s life a misery, not her.

So he stopped her going through with something he so desperately wanted, because he knew she wasn’t ready and he wanted her to be comfortable and safe when he took her purity away.

Not that she would ever be anything less than perfect in his eyes, an innocent doe, his angel.

His siblings had made many jokes to him about his lack of sex life, he kept his love away from his family. She knew he was a hybrid and that he had done some truly awful things but he didn’t want them to share the details, he didn’t want to haunt her or terrify her sweet mind. He didn’t want to ruin her positive outlook on the world. But he also wouldn’t take anyone saying a bad word about her so when Kol made a joke that he would warm her up before Klaus could have her, well Kol ended up on the other side of the country. Rebekah asked if this girl was a nun, to which Klaus snapped back at and Elijah brought out the stronger alcohol.

If y/n wanted to wait till marriage then perhaps he would marry her. Yes, after a thousand years settling down with someone as pristine as her would be a dream come true for even the darkest of hearts.

And he told her that, which made her cry but not in disparity of sadness, in disbelief and love. It wasn’t hard for him to decide that she would never see an ounce of pain in her life.

But deep down she didn’t want to wait anymore. She didn’t want to wait until after marriage. What if she was no good for him and he was stuck with her forever? What if he didn’t want to teach her and instead wanted rid of her existence?

She loved him, she knew that. And she knew that he loved her. That should be enough, right? Love is a very powerful emotion and it’s enough to drive a person to do almost anything.

So she told him he was ready, and although he was skeptical, seeing her determined face, he wanted to make her happy. Even if she decided she couldn’t do it again and he was left with a painfully hard cock which he would sort out later.

———————————————————————

Klaus could feel how tense show was beneath him, his mouth was on hers moving quickly as she roughened the kiss. He knew she didn’t really want to kiss him like that but felt she had to, so he pulled away a moment and just cupped her face. Her legs were around his waist as she lay back and he had one hand helping to keep him just above her.

He could feel her shifting against him, her hands pulling him down but not in the need that he wanted her to have.

“Love, it’s okay if you’re not ready” he told her gently but she shook her head

“I am, I promise” she smiled faintly and he sighed softly

“Okay…okay just close your eyes” he instructed and she did.

He pressed his lips to her softly, stopping her from trying to rush it and instead barely moving his mouth against hers. His lips parted and so did hers, their movements getting a little bigger before his tongue slowly slid into her mouth. His hand brushed over her cheek lightly and her hands held onto his neck as she wrapped her tongue around his. Wet sounds filled the air between them as they moved their head more to taste as much of each other as they could.

He kept their faces attached as he began to roll his hips to hers slowly, happy to hear a genuine moan out of her and feel her breathe him in. He pushed her dress up a little so it wasn’t in the way and rubbed himself at her panties, careful not to overwhelm her too soon.

Klaus pulled back from her mouth a moment just to look at her eyes, checking for that fear that usually rest within them. It was still their but much less than normal, lust covering it and love overpowering them both. A soft kiss was given to her again as she moaned for him once more.

He moved backwards a little to look down where he was moving against, pleased with the growing wet patch along her panties which rubbed onto his sweatpants easily.

“See? Feel nice love?” He asked quietly and she nodded with a whine. “Good girl…you just keep relaxing, I’ll take care of you” he murmured softly. He kissed her lips lightly before trailing his way down her neck and back up again. His hands gently pushed her legs back down and had them lay open for him to rest between.

His mouth went back to hers as he tore her panties off of her in one swift movement. She barely noticed the material missing as she eagerly welcomed his tongue back into her mouth, enjoying the dominance he had over her movements. She assumed it was his crotch rubbing against her again when his fingers slipped along her now soaking pussy. He groaned softly into her mouth at the feel of it and couldn’t help but get a finger inside her to feel how tight she would be on his cock.

Klaus wasn’t sure how he would be able to do this without hurting her, but he would sure as he’ll try.

He had only dreamed of her being this tight, her silky walls had such a good hold on his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth. Her back arched and her mouth left his as she moaned out and ground her hips to his hand.

Klaus often wondered what she did usually after they got this far. Did you have to finish herself off like he did? He wasn’t sure anything had been inside her, not even her own fingers, based off of how much she was squeezing him as he pushed another one inside. A little whimper leaving her as her face scrunched at the stretch sting that rippled through her for a moment.

His thumb pressed to her clit and he rubbed slowly, matching the pace with the thrusts of his fingers and watching her cunt tighten around him. The amount of wetness that was dripping from his hand was ridiculous, the sounds produced when he sped up his actions was more than pornographic and her moans only added to it.

He groaned to himself as he took notice of her clit swelling as he rubbed quicker, listening as she called his name and her hands gripped the sheets harshly.

His fingers curled and the cry she let out told him everything he needed to know before he continued the action over and over until she was trembling and shaking with need. A burst of fluid was squirt up at him as she moaned so loud that her throat went sore. His lips pulled into a smirk and and he didn’t hesitate in licking his fingers clean. His eyes rolling closed as he leaned down to press his open mouth to her wetness.

Her hips jolted and legs clamped around his head making him grunt and bury between her thighs in determination. Her hands were straight in his hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue rolled against her and inside her.

“Nik!” She cried over and over making him smirk and suck at her harder, she had only ever called him Klaus so hearing her moan his name which was reserved for certain people made him all that more happier and sure that she was in fact ready.

Her hips ground desperately to his face, her fingers clinging to his curls and tears in her eyes as he devoured her within seconds.

It barely took another minute before her taste was exploding all over his tongue again and he was moaning with her as she filled his every sense.

“Nik” she panted, barely able to focus on anything as he continued to hold her thighs tightly and pull her puffy clit into his hot mouth. Her hands couldn’t let go of his hair, she couldn’t help but keep pulling him closer. No matter how sensitive she felt, how many nerves he was playing with, god she just needed more, “more! Oh more!” She cried and he would never deny her of this, never. He would beg for this to be his last meal, and he treated her as though it was.

After leaving her hanging on the edge of her fifth orgasm, he finally pulled away. Both of them breathing heavily and still moaning or groaning softly.

He crawled back up her now sweaty body and had his lips on hers, tongue fucking her mouth and sharing her delightful taste. At some point during his feast klaus had managed to shred her dress into pieces and had to get his own clothes off to stop them feeling so tight against his poor, aching cock.

He moaned outright when it felt the wet lips of her pussy and his hips moved to rub between them. Her breathing grew more erratic as she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him with need.

“I’m ready, please Klaus, I’m ready” she whispered and he let out a breath

“Nik” he uttered “you call me Nik” he ordered and she nodded

“Please Nik” she moaned and he thrust himself along her, his dick sliding over her clit many times over.

He had to stabilise his breathing and thoughts before he did this. He knew she had been so worried, so scared before and nothing could ruin this, not now. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers now. He would be the softest, most gentle man on the planet if she would let him fill her with his cock, let him pump her full of his seed.

Fuck. The thought alone had him rubbing against her faster, but shit, he needed to be slow. Come on Klaus, slow.

He took a long breath before taking his heavy cock into his hand and pressing his tip to her dripping cunt. Her heart sped and he glanced up to find her watching his tip with anticipation, teeth on her bottom lip and a moan threatening to leave any second. It was all the confirmation he needed before finally, at last, getting inside her.

Klaus was 90% sure he was louder than she was when her soft, soaked walls sucked him inside. Just his tip to begin with, he slid it in and out of her carefully, lightly tapping it against her clit a couple more times before going further. He got a couple inches in before she made a whine of discomfort and he stopped, his hand found hers and he held it firmly but gently while his other kept a hold of his cock as though if he didn’t then it would do as it pleased and fuck her into oblivion.

“It’s okay my love” he whispered, his hand squeezing hers lightly in reassurance. “You don’t have to take it all” he told her as she shut her eyes so he couldn’t see the twinge of pain inside them.

He let the first few inches thrust in and out of her, allowing her tightly wound body to stretch at its own pace. When her hips moved by themselves against him and her mouth involuntarily opened, he knew she could take more. And more he gave her, a good two thirds in and his breathing so ragged that he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t passing out.

Her pleas were getting more common now and he obliged to every one, keeping each movement calculated and soft. His thrusts, although relatively slow, still reached all those places inside her which she had only dreamed about and she couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She had always worried he would treat her like she were a toy or a slut but he touched her like she was glass, like she were his priceless diamond and she adored it. Craved it.

He was perfect.

Any doubts were chucked out the window as he checked on how she felt time and time again, even though her constant call of his name told everyone in a 5 mile radius that he was giving her the time of her life.

“Nik-“ she moaned and he grunted, his face just above hers and a little further forward as she was leaving kisses and disappearing marks in his neck. He placed a wet kiss to her forehead and struggled to keep his pace steady. “Can- oh- can you go faster Nik?!” She pleaded and he nodded without an ounce of control. Completely following what she needed, his mind was locked on hers and he just wanted her to feel as good as he did.

His body moved to hers faster but still not roughly, not bruisingly or harshly. Just quicker to rub against her spongey spot, to have her back curved off the bed and legs shaking.

His body faltered above her as he felt his balls go tight, the same balls that had repeatedly slapped against her and were ready to empty inside her.

“Y/n” he panted and she moaned. “Gonna- cum- inside- you-“ he panted and she cried out pleasantly

“Please Nik, please please” she begged and he held her hand so tightly, he feared he’d broken it as she screamed and cried.

The sound registered minutes later, him having already overfilled her three times over with the amount of cum he had for her.

His head shot up and he grabbed ahold of her face with his hands

“Love? Did I hurt you? Oh god-“ he started but her hand cupped the side of his neck and she smiled weakly

“God no Nik, no you were- wonderful, unbelievable” she whispered breathlessly and he sighed in relief, his head drooping to kiss her cheek softly.

“Are you tired love?” He asked and she laughed

“Yeah, I’m tired. Are..are you? Do you need more or-“

“I would love as much as you could let me have but for tonight, believe me when I promise you that I am beyond satisfied. You were…” he leaned down to her ear and nipped the lobe gently, “quite frankly, the best I’ve ever had” he whispered and she blushed darkly

“Over a thousand years I do doubt that-“

“You have the softest, hottest, wettest, tightest little pussy I have ever had, the most delicious, most beautiful-“

“Nik” she cut him off, embarrassment colouring her red as she looked up at him shyly.

“Believe me sweetheart, I would never lie to you” he told her softly as he leaned back down to kiss her lips. “The best” he whispered again and she let out a happy breath before a yawn forced through her and he smiled

“Tell me if anything hurts okay? I’m gonna clean you up, I’ll be gentle” he murmured as he pulled out of her and lifted her off of the ruined sheets. She groaned at the empty feeling and held onto his hand with her own as he brought her to the bathroom. “Bath?” He questioned and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she mumbled and he nodded. He grabbed the wipes and got her as clean as he could before doing himself, not once putting her down.

He paused at the state of his bed and instead carried her to the guest room next door. He kept her right against his bare chest as he laid with her beneath the covers and kissed her head so much his lips hurt.

Her eyes had closed earlier than he realised as he held her dearly and whispered to her resting body. Just sweet nothings and true promises. Things she would hear many times over and experience in the future.

916 notes · View notes

thecomfortgoth · 8 months

Text

Kiss From A Rose

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI (istfg do not)

2k words (I got carried away lol)

CW: smut, masturbation with a toy (F receiving, M giving), praise kink, soft!dom Eddie, oral sex at the end (F receiving), lil bit fluffy and lovey, established relationship, reader and Eddie are in their mid/late 20's, pet names, no use of y/n, little bit of possessiveness ig

Please let me know if I missed anything above

A/N: Here's a small drabble that may or may not have come to me in the form of my overactive imagination at night, I will not be taking any further questions, thankyouuuuu. Feedback is very appreciated as this is my first ever smut drabble thingy I've ever written and I'm nervous lol. Banners and seperators made by me (it was my first go, I tried my best)

You're not sure how long you've been laying here. Not sure how long you've been trying to muffle your whines and gasps as your boyfriend Eddie gives you the kind of orgasms you'd only been able to dream about before you met him. After all, you definitely don't want your roommates to wake up again hearing you two going at it like a couple of horny teenagers. You'd only just moved in and one awkward breakfast had been enough for you to tell Eddie when they were home, you both had to keep it down.

To which he just smirked and said "Is that a challenge sweetheart?"

That's what lead to this. To him having you laying on your back in your bed that very same night, legs parted wide for him, the man in question laid on his side next to you, an arm slung around you grabbing at the soft skin of your breasts and teasing the peaks of your nipples with his fingertips, his other hand between your legs using your rose vibrator on your throbbing clit.

Your pussy had really been through it tonight, since you'd lost count of how many orgasms you'd had now. And Eddie knew that god damn toy made you crumble with ease, especially when he used it on you. He just seemed to do it right, seemed to inherently know exactly how to make it suck at your soaked clit in just the right way, at just the right angle. And he would build it up torturously slow, inching the pressure and speed up bit by fucking bit. He was a bastard for that, but holy fuck did you love it.

"Does that feel good, angel? Oh it does doesn't it? I can tell from that beautiful look on your face, you're gonna lose it soon aren't you baby?" He coo's mockingly sweet in your ear, a low dark chuckle coming from him, his voice just above a whisper as he kisses along your cheek and jaw, down to the juncture of your neck, groaning low and quiet, small growls every now and then when you clench this way or that way, twitch in his arms a little too much, almost like the hum of an engine. His solid cock lay between the underside of your thigh and his own stomach, his arm keeping you from moving it at all, his hips rolling against your plushness as he chased any friction he could while he brought you over the edge again and got his stamina back to fuck you again.

He couldn't give *you* a break though. No, you were going to keep falling apart for him until you either begged him to stop or he was done with you, whatever came first. And you knew you'd *never* beg for such a thing, you loved when he did this, you loved when he was like this, completely insatiable, almost primal and obsessed and needy to give you as many delicious endings as he could. That was Eddie's thing. He was definitely a giver. Seeing you get off was enough to make him jizz his pants. And it had several times in the past.

You fisted the sheet beneath you, turning your head slightly to look at him through half lidded misty eyes, seeing him look at you with both fondness and lust, his breath now fanning your face. Your chest was heaving, your tits moving rapidly with each breath you took, a thin layer of sweat formed over the expanse of your body as he gazed over you, a small grunt coming from him as he turned the damn toy he had attached to your bud up a notch, making you gasp loudly, your lips twitching as they opened wider.

"Yeah? That it, baby? Right there? Come on, let me have it, gimme another one, you're doing so fucking good for me angel, so so fucking good, always so good" he said, his voice raspy and hoarse, almost sounding as fucked out as you felt. His bangs were stuck to his forehead and you were both panting into each others mouths, hips rolling in opposite directions, rushing towards that cliffs edge you both so desperately needed right now at god knows what time in the night it was.

He was completely in awe with you, with how you looked so effortlessly breathtaking, even in the darkness of your bedroom, the only light provided from the moon outside peeking through your thin curtains. He watched how your whole body almost glittered with perspiration, making you look even more ethereal than he originally had thought. He was so fucking gone for you, it was ridiculous. He found himself falling more and more for you in the simplest of ways. And in the filthiest of ways.

"Eddie.." you sighed, almost sounding desperate, lips parted and wet, eyes half rolling back in your head as you reached forward and clung to his bicep, nails digging in a little and leaving little half moon marks in his skin.

You could feel that ball tightening low in your gut, the rush of blood going straight to your head and the pounding of your heart in your ears. "Baby, be good for me yeah? Be good and cum for me, just once more, just one more time, please sweetheart, need to see you cum again, so bad, show me how good I make you feel, angel" he almost whined, sounding as desperate as you felt and looked right now.

It was then that you suddenly gasped, your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your head lulled back, your eyes rolling right into your skull as your hips bucked up into the air, your toes curling into the mattress and your legs stiffening, feeling that hot white heat spill over you, your orgasm washing away every last thought you had in your mind and leaving only crippling pleasure in its wake.

Eddie coaxed and praised you through it, mumbling his own pussydrunk curses as he kissed your jaw sloppily and spilled out his own release onto your thigh and his torso at the exact same time, not even caring about the clean up job he'd absolutely have to do when you were done. There was already cum and sweat and spit all over both of you and the poor new grey cotton sheets your best friend had bought you as a moving present.

"There she is, that's my good girl, so fucking beautiful when you cum for me, so fucking beautiful all the time but god.. I can't get enough of that.. wish I could bottle that and have it with me all the time" he groaned, slowing his actions down as he rolled the toy around your clit a little more, making you whimper a little higher pitched and jerk in his arms from the oversensitivity of it all, pushing at his arm to signal him to stop. He shushed you, soothing you gently as he turned the toy off and pulled it away from you, tossing it to the end of the bed. He'd deal with cleaning that later too.

He rolled your now tired limp body onto your side, pulling you against his chest, feeling the sticky warmth between you both, but neither of you caring. He kissed you sweetly, slowly, lovingly, just wanting to feel you close as he held you tight, his arms feeling like the safest warmest security blanket you'd ever had. You lazily wrapped your arms around him, small aftershocks wracking through you as you whimpered quietly against his lips. It was a wonder after being together this long that he still made you feel like the giggly shy schoolgirl you used to be when you'd first met in high school. And truth be told, he had felt the same way that whole decade ago now. He still feels that way, he's sure he'd always feel that way.

You both kiss for what seems like forever, lips meeting in sync with each other, spit connecting you when you pause for a mere breath before immediately getting back to it, making out with each other like if you didn't you'd cease to exist or crumble to nothing in each others hold.

"You always make me feel like I'm floating, Eds. Never gonna get enough, never gonna get tired of it" you whispered against his lips when you stole a quick breath, his hands roaming your sides and back. You hear him groan ever so slightly.. and suddenly you're on your back again, he's hovering over you, kissing you hungrier and needier again.

You shouldn't have opened your damn mouth.

He begins kissing his way down your jaw again, your hands finding purchase in his damp curls at the back of his head, making his way to your throat where he nips at it a little, teeth sinking into already bruised flesh where he'd sucked half a dozen hickeys into your skin already earlier this evening, making you whimper pathetically.

"Eddie.. I... I can't.." you whine, and he shakes his head.

"You can doll, I know my pretty girl can, can't you baby? You wanna be good for me right?" he mumbles almost absent mindedly, now mouthing over your collarbones as his fingertips pinch at your sensitive nipples, making you arch your back and whine way back in your throat. You do want to be good for him. Because he's always so good for you. He is good for you, in every meaning of the phrase.

You know exactly where this is going already.. you thought it was over for tonight. And you thought wrong. You don't have the will to tell your beautiful boy no when he's like this. Nor do you really have the sense to.

Eddie kisses between the valley of your breasts, down your sweat slicked stomach, his tongue peeking out to flick over each of your nipples in passing, his hands engulfing your thighs once again and spreading you open, completely indecent to the world and completely at his mercy. You don't have the energy to push him away. Not that you want to anyway.

He finally settles between your legs, kissing the small mound just above your clit as you watch him through wet eyes, your lashes already coated with the formation of tears, your chest heaving and your breath laboured again.

Brown orbs connect with your own, animalistic and hungry as his gaze flicks to your cunt and then back to your eyes, a small curse coming from him as he mutters something under his breath about how pretty you look like this for him, which makes your breath catch in your throat. He finally settles down onto his belly, ringed fingers digging in and pushing your thighs as far as they could go, your legs shaking a little as he does so. One of Eddie's favourite things in the world was this. Having you obscenely open for him, your cunt inches from his watering mouth, completely naked and unravelled. Completely you. The you only he gets to see. And only would ever get to see for the rest of your fucking life, if he has anything to say about it.

He leans down after studying your glistening folds for a moment, sticking his tongue out and licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning a little too loudly as his eyes flutter closed and you watch him. You can't even muster the strength to scold him, especially not through your own strangled moan as he does so, placing small gentle kisses against your poor aching clit as he finishes his lewd slurp of you, looking up at you with his eyes almost now black.

"One more for me princess, yeah? Just gotta taste you again then I'm done, one more, promise baby. Remember, gotta be quiet yeah? Don't want them to hear us do we?" He smirked into your cunt, knowing you were both way past that at this point.

But it was never just one more. You didn't mind one fucking bit that it was never one more. Nor did you really mind the noise now.

Awkward breakfasts were so fucking worth this.

Thank you for reading my late night random filth lol. Please let me know if you enjoyed this and if you'd want more in the future. I have so many ideas for drabbles, fics, series and more.

#eddie x you #eddie fluff #eddie smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fic #eddie x reader #soft!dom eddie #soft!dom #eddie in love #eddie munson headcanons #no use of y/n #eddie munson smut

217 notes · View notes

strnqer · 1 year

Text

warning: nsfw content

“please, please…” loud whimpers escaped deans mouth as he arched further away from your body and chased your sticky hand with his pelvis.

you chuckled at his useless pleas, tightening your hold on his hair as you pulled him back to your chest, the wet noises emitting from the hand on his cock filled the silent room along with his loud moans “it’s useless baby, you know what you deserve.” you drawled, quickening your teasing pace

“i cant, i cant.. please” dean whimpered, snapping his hips up against your fist. you tightened your hold on his cock ever so slightly before—and without warning, hot spurts of his cum stained the soft skin of his lower belly and chest.

deans back arched off of your chest, loud grunts and moans left his mouth as his hands tightened on your outer thighs while you helped him ride it out.

you tsked, “i hope you enjoyed it, sweet boy, because it sure as hell’s your last one tonight.”

#drabble #oneshot #dean winchester #sub!dean #supernatural #imagines #dom reader #dean x you #gender neutral imagine #soft!dom

406 notes · View notes

nekotime · 1 year

Text

🌸꒷ ～(´ε｀ ) ﾉ pillow princess ↪︎ ✦

╭₊˚ ๑︰ Soft!Dom Ei, Somnophilia, Afab!Reader, Pillow Princess, Size Kink, Gn!Reader, Fingering, Puppy Hybrid reader, Pet Play ( ? ) , Double - Space writing, Use of electro during sex, Dumbification, Reader is called Princess.

╰・୨ ❏︶ ⊹ ˚ ₊

ꪆ୧ ᘓ︵ꪒ⑅ꪒ

You were Ei's sleepy princess, and she was obcessed with it. Obcessed with having you sleeping so dreamily on her lap, humming her name on sweet mental clouds！ Your tail wagging side to side as her delicate hands brush your ears, sliding down trough your torso and meeting your laced panties accidentally . ― She didn't mean it! She swears on her sister! ―

Ei just wanted to check what kind of dreams were going on your dumb little mind, sliding your pink panties out of the way and touching your wet cunt. Her finger pads meeting your clit only to think twice and deciding not to do anything. .

But her plan backfired when a sweet moan slipped through your lips, a blushed and sleepy erotic expression on your petite face.

Her lips met your cheek to give a smooch on it, whispering small "thank you's" for knowing that you adressed earlier she can do whatever she wishes as you sleep. Especially when she moves you so easily, like you are just a feather with puppy ears and a interior who she loved to watch as her fingers deepen into it. Humming you a sweet lullaby as her fingers touch every spot she could find, yourself whimpering between dirty dreams. Ei swore she could go mad just by listening to your sounds, helping the tension increase with an third finger until your eyes open to see a blushing girlfriend babbling about how much she is gratefull for you.

― Love ... Hmmph ～ ♥︎ I had such a good dweam ！ ― You say in a sweet giggle, making her sink deeper into you, fingers moving so quickly it made stars fly in your puppy eyes.

― Yeah? Did I happen to be in it? ― Ei whispers into your mouth, on a docile kiss who made your ears go down in embarrassment.

You tried to tell her all about the dream, but all your poor mouth could spill were incoherent babbling !´ᯅ`꒱ྀིა But of course Ei wasn't mad, she loved to see you fucked dumb because of her, loved knowing that she will be eternally the only one who could make her pillow princess feel so good.

ㅤ ⪩꒰🌸꒱⪨ㅤㅤ˚ㅤㅤ⌣ㅤㅤ꒪ㅤㅤ⋂⋂ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

― Hmm.. I know, I know. ♥︎ ― Ei replies at your loud sounds as her fingers gives your core little shocks of electricity every time you drift away to sleep, you gushing and sobbing on her to stop and let you think for at least 12 seconds ！ But she just "shh"s at your dumbly innocent face, making you whimper in a pout. Your hands meeting the fabric of her clothes as your legs tremble against her shoulders, tail hugging on her tigh tightly as you sob in a orgasm. But, oh no！ Your girlfriend shows no sign of stopping。。꒰ ˚ 。´ ᵔ ` ꒱ ⊹.

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

#I ౨ৎ (( _ _ ♡ )) ?‌#smut #genshin smut #baal smut #baal x reader #raiden ei smut #ei smut #genshin ei smut #raiden shogun smut #soft!dom #puppycore #gn!reader #afab!reader

509 notes · View notes

flawiette · 11 months

Text

Body and soul

Pairing: Eddie Munson x insicure!reader

Summary: soft sex folks

Warnings: so much praise it’s annoying, short and fluffy!

He had made you cum over and over, always close to him. He neeeded to see your face, to look into your eyes as the two of you shared your bodies to give each other pleasure.

Eddie couldn’t be happier, not because he had you bare before him, having the privilege of seeing every curve, every inch of velvety skin. To touch it, feel it, love it. But because in your relationship you had always been reluctant about physical affection.

Just like him, you never received love as a child, but instead of savoring every bit you got like he did, you started thinking that it was wrong, that it shouldn’t happen.

When the two of you started dating he kept questioning your feelings on a daily basis, he was smitten about you, but seeing you pull back, looking uncomfortable to his touches hurt him, the last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable.

And there you were now, bare soul in front of him with your guard down and teary eyes, red cheeks, messy hair, beautifully parted lips as you emitted sweet notes of pleasure.

You opened yourself to him, you told him those memories you wished you could erase, what those mean voices in your head told you about yourself, about why you didn’t want to be touched. He could only thank you and kiss you as you finished talking.

You now trusted him enough to let someone else take care of you, to let him take care of you.

The thought of you being untouched, of him being every first of yours shouldn’t have made Eddie feel that way, but he felt possessive, possessive of your hands that had only held his. Of your lips, that only he have had the gift of kissing, of feeling over his skin. And your body, your home, that you opened for him to live in with his soul first, and then with his body.

Eddie's strokes were slow and tender as he loved on you for the millionth time.

You were overwhelmed and completely drunk on him and the only thing your mind could think about was Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie.

You felt every inch of him, his body sweaty on top of yours. Both of you were gasping for air looking with desperation into each other's eyes, his hands cradling your face.

Neither of you wanted that moment to end, the moon being your only testimony. But that was what made it a declaration of love, the fact that you both only needed the other to know.

“I L-love you” he whispered.

He kept bottoming you with every delicious stroke of his, letting you feel the curve of his cock over and over in that spot that drove you crazy, and he knew it.

He could see it in your eyes, you were close again, but kept going painfully slow, edging the two of you just like he had been doing for the past 20 minutes.

“I know I know baby you feel good mm?”

Your core hurt, you felt like crying, intoxicated by pleasure, the pleasure only he could give you,

the only man you wanted to receive it from for the rest of your life.

The only thing keeping you there was his voice, the way he needed to tell you how perfect you were, how happy he was with you, how the only thing he cared about was your pleasure.

“My pretty girl” he said putting his head in the crock of your neck, hugging you somehow closer, “All mine”

You kept whining, moving erratically “I know I know baby” “please baby please hold it please” “please sweetheart” he said on the verge of shooting is load, he was trying so hard not to cum, to hear those sounds you made again and again and again.

“Can’t E-Eddie can-t” you said, moaning disparately shanking your head.

“It’s okay, it’s okay baby”

“Let go my love let go” he whispered, and you did.

“Ouh thank you, thank you, baby thank you” he kept repeating as he felt your orgasm, still edging himself, working you through your high, he needed to admire you.

“Thank you for your cum baby”

“Thank you,thank you”

“There you go pretty girl”

“Please a bit more a bit more baby”

“Yeah? There you go”

“Ouh, your cum, thank you thank you baby”

“Closer, please closer baby”

“Thank you baby, thank you”

Later that night as the two of you laid in bed, your head comfortably resting on his chest, his fingers dancing in your hair, he started to tear up.

Those weren’t sad tears, actually he didn’t know what those were. What he knew was just that he was overwhelmed with the love he felt for you, and knew that he was going to give himself to you, body and soul, for the rest of your lives.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson smut #soft smut #soft!eddie munson #soft!dom #insicure!reader #Flawiette #eddie smut

280 notes · View notes

cal-flakes · 9 months

Note

I want to see how Rafe would react to reader having a habit of skipping meals. Like he asks her what she ate today and she just says Starbucks or something… idk I feel like he would be suuuper protective abt it

╰┈➤ skipping meals w protective!rafe (blurb)

warnings: sensitive topics such as restricted eating, light swearing, talks of anxiety. warning! rather in-depth description of y/n skipping meals, swapping meals for beverages etc, please read at your own discretion.

summary: y/n opens up to rafe about her trouble with maintaining a healthy diet.

“hi angel..” he cooed as she slid into the passenger seat, having waited outside her work for him to pick her up. she smiled sweetly, sucking in a harsh breath as she took in his beauty. she knew rafe had a busy day of meetings, as he’d told her that morning, hence why he was suited and booted, determined to make a good impression on some buyers.

“you have a good day at work?” he queried, glancing at her as he pulled out of his parking space. “it was okay, a bit busy for a tuesday..” she hummed, resting her head against the seat, watching the ocean as they drove along the coast. turning to face him, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek, stroking it affectionately.

“what about you?” she asked, struggling to find a smooth rhythm against his skin while her hand trembled slightly, alerting her to her low blood sugar. “yeah it was good baby, are you okay?” he questioned, his brows furrowing slightly. “i’m fine, what do you mean?”

“you’re shaking, have you eaten today?” he mumbled, placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. y/n bowed her head slightly as she fidgeted in the seat next to him, considering a subject change.

“i’ve had a coffee..” she muttered, anticipating a lecture. “one coffee isn’t food baby, you need food” he sighed, squeezing her leg.

she diverted her gaze to the road, her brows furrowing as they took the wrong exit, now going the opposite way to his house. “where are you going?” she queried, watching as they passed signposts for a nearby store.

“we’re going to the store angel, gonna get you something to eat, m’kay?” he offered, somewhat sternly, letting her know he was serious.

an empty feeling pooled in her stomach as the words left his mouth, her foot now tapping against the footwell anxiously. “rafe i’m not hungry” she whined, shooting him a pleading look.

“it doesn’t have to be a meal, even just a little snack, or an apple or something. you can’t not eat anything all day sweetheart, you’ll get sick” he cooed, motioning with his hand as he spoke. sighing, she fell back against the seat with a slight huff, turning her face away from him.

“if you promise to get something to eat, even just something small, i’ll take you to starbucks on the way home, yeah?” he suggested, taking the keys out of the ignition before turning to face her fully.

her eyes lit up slightly at the offer, suddenly contemplating it heavily. “can it be an iced coffee?” she giggled, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

nodding, his lip curled upwards. “if that’s what you want baby, but you gotta get a snack first, alright?”

“m’kay”

2K notes · View notes

seniaasaysstuff · 1 year

Text

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 || 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

a/n- This is just a small snippet I wrote. Soft! Toji fushiguro x reader. Let me know if you’d like to read more of this. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Enjoy!

✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

“How are you still alive?” You muttered.

You had thought toji fushiguro had died. You had mourned him.

You prayed to god even if you didn’t believe in him just to get him back.

You didn’t know what had happened.

You still didn’t know how he had supposedly died or what his job was.

And now you saw him in your apartment at 3 am after 3 months of radio silence.

Was this a hallucination? Or was he actually alive?

“Did you think you could get away from me that easily?” He smirked.

You ran up to him. He caught you effortlessly. He lifted you and pressed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He was real. He was not a figment of your imagination.

You teared up. You had missed him.

Even though he had been rough and distant at times but he was yours.

Toji wasn’t a man that knew how to deal with emotions.

He was ruthless, merciless, and a deadly assassin that loved killing people.

He was cruel and bloodthirsty when it came to his victims.

But when it came to you, he was different.

He was gentle, soft, kind, and sweet. He became a completely new person.

He had a hard time understanding emotions and feelings so when he saw you crying he panicked.

He didn’t mean to make his darling cry.

“Don’t cry, darling. I’m here now aren’t I?” He tried to reassure you.

He hated it when you cried and He despised making you upset.

“You’re never leaving me again.” You ordered, still teary.

173 notes · View notes

klausysworld · 9 months

Note

Sooo could I request a imagine with klaus that he and the reader just had their first time and she was a virgin and is in pain so he makes the best of aftercare, making her feel better and saying how proud he is of her

All better now

Klaus kissed her head as she silently cried to herself, though she would deny it each time he tried to stop her tears.

He hadn’t meant to of been as roughy as he was, especially with her being a virgin. He could feel the guilt building in him as she kept her face against his chest and her hands cling to his arm.

His hands rubbed along her back gently, soft words whispered to her that required no answer.

“You did so well, my love.” He praised followed by a swarm of kisses peppered all over her head. “You’re an angel sweetheart, you were such a good girl for me, you still are”

Her breathes slowed after a moment and she blinked away the tears

“You’ll always be my princess, won’t you love?” He questioned, looking down to see the top of her head as she nodded and he smiled. “Do you feel okay now love? You ready to lay in the bath? It might help.” He offered

“Hurts” she whimpered, his smile faltering but remaining nevertheless as he cautiously sat up with her in his lap making her groan loudly and her nails to dig into his skin.

“Shh love, it’s okay” he whispered. Her hand rest on top her stomach, feeling the empty space which he had previously filled. Her legs remained clamped together and he let them stay that way as he lifted her into a bridal hold and brought her to the bathroom where a hot bath had already been made by him earlier. “Something to help your body relax okay, make you feel all sleepy okay?” He murmured as he stepped into the water and sat down with her on top of him.

She inhaled in the mix of different scents, lavender mostly overpowering the others but she didn’t mind it at all. The water heated her pleasantly and she lay calmly against his body. He tipped her head back and slowly poured a jug of water down her hair, enjoying the subconscious smile it brought to her face as the warmth made her hum.

His fingers worked along her scalp, the shampoo cleaning her hair effectively as she sighed softly. “Better sweetheart?” He asked and she nodded slightly

“I’m sorry I cried” she rasped and he smiled

“That’s okay lovely, I’m sorry I wasn’t gentler” he whispered and she shook her head

“I didn’t say for you to slow down”

“Still…I think I riled myself up a little much, next time we’ll take our times okay?”

She nodded in response and so did he. He grabbed the sponge from beside him and began to gently scrub away any mess left on her. He used his hands to do her thighs after she flinched when the sponge accidentally touched her poor pussy. He was very careful as he wiped her over and listened to her soft little moans as she struggled to contain them.

Once both clean they stayed laid down in the slowly cooling water. His hands massaged at every inch of her water, the soft caresses of his hands as well as the herbs in the air had her eyes drooped and mind on autopilot.

After a tender breast massage, he lifted her back out the tub and patted her down with a big fluffy grey towel. She watched him in a daze as he rubbed her legs down with a vanilla cream, his hands massaging her once again from her feet to her neck and she smiled as he slid a pair of panties back onto her.

“See? Bet you feel much better now, don’t you sweetheart?” He mumbled and she nodded

“I don’t hurt as bad” she whispered and he smiled

“I’m glad love, you know you did wonderfully tonight right?” He murmured and she smiled weakly. “So well” he repeated with a kiss to her knee before he stood up and grabbed one of his tops to cover her upper body up with. “I’m so proud of you Princess” he told her, smirking to himself when she whimpered quietly.

He brought her back to his bed, which had clean bedding since the last time they were in there, and laid her down. Klaus pulled the covers up before slipping in beside her and pulling her curled up figure against his. His body spooned hers and his hands touched all over her exposed skin.

“I have people ready to bring us breakfast as soon as you wake and new clothes for you in the morning” he whispered to her as she drifted in and out of sleep. “If you wake in the night just get me up and I’ll do anything you need, if your still in pain I can give you my blood okay?” He offered and she whispered her ‘thank yous’. “Y/n…” he murmured and she tilted her head to see him a little. “I love you” he breathed and she rolled over to face him, her lips gently meeting his before hiding her face in his neck

“I love you too Nik”

493 notes · View notes

subbyprincessb · 6 months

Text

Idk. My eyes are my best feature.

155 notes · View notes

multifanderwrites · 3 days

Text

James Kelly X Autistic!Jewish!Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons (NSFW because it’s one of Hayden’s more… intense, sexual energy characters) Part One

[I need to reiterate that I don’t like this movie. It’s… awful. But I adore James Kelly. He deserved better. Look at that goddamn face. Gorgeous. Anyway, it’s anyone’s guess if he eventually got arrested. I’m gonna play devils advocate and say no. This is purely because the movie made no fucking sense. There’s an age gap between the reader and James, but by four years. TW: depression, anxiety, home sickness, suicidal ideation, antisemitism, ableism (not from James for obvious reasons), the “K” slur, the “R” slur. CW: smut, blood, soft dom!james Kelly became I’m fucking basic. There’s a whole lot of whump in here]

It took James Kelly six months to find a way to get out of New Orleans without being arrested. But they were worth it. And it took him another six months to settle into his new life in Los Angeles.

This time, he’s dedicated to the no crime life. He’s got no intention of fucking up again. This means, of course, that he has a new name. David McQueen. It’s not a suspicious name, and it’s not even close to the name he once had. He’s certain that he can blend in.

And that he does. He gets work as a car mechanic, has an apartment near his work. It’s not much, but it’s enough to sustain him. But he’s lonely. There’s only so much you can do when you’re alone, your brother dead. And to add, a criminal who’s probably still wanted by the police.

Even so, he’s very lonely. And he wishes he had someone who would be willing to share a space with him.

Enter you. You’re looking for a roommate, and you’re hoping it’s someone who won’t be upset about you being autistic and/ or Jewish. You also want to be close to your family because of your anxiety. And who just happens to be searching for a roomate, and lives near your family’s house? James Kelly Sorry, David McQueen. And when he meets you… he’s smitten. Oh, he’s smitten by you.

When he’s showing you around, he takes in the way your eyes dart around the place. He’s hypnotized by your lips, and he can’t help his imagination. He wonders how it would feel to kiss you, to hold you in his arms… to pin you down in bed and make you feel really good.

But you’re not any better. You’re not able to resist how dirty your thoughts get when you briefly see his abs as he lifts his arms. What you’d give to touch them, and what you’d give for a chance to lay on his chest. To hear his heart beating while he lulls you to sleep post-fucking [lmao, “fucking” is totally what happens in my fics. The characters totally don’t take their time and definitely don’t make sure- You’re not here for the meta, you’re just here to be entertained. I’m not doing my job]. You wonder what it would feel like to have his face in between your legs. Oh god. That has you drooling in your underwear.

But what would this man think if he knew what went on inside your head? What would he think if he knew you hate yourself so badly? And would he be happy if you were dead? Or would he be sad? You hope he’d be sad. But he barely knows you!

You move in a week after you meet James. Since then, you’ve exchanged numbers. You’ve become best friends. And your attraction has grown. The more you learn about your new roommate… the more you fall for him.

It’s mutual, really. James would be lying if he said that he hasn’t jacked off and come to the thought of you. But there’s still some deeper feelings that he has for you. The fact is that he’s moved on from Emily, and now… he wants you. He wants to wake up next to you, hold you in his arms while he treats you like the princess you are inside. And he adores your sweet laugh, and the way you smile.

The first night as his roommate is a little tough for you. It’s not the fault of James, obviously. It’s really just the fact that you’re accustomed to a different kind of mattress, and the temperature isn’t what you’re used to. But you say nothing, not really wanting to bother him in the middle of the night.

However, James doesn’t really sleep well at night. He stays up late reading… so he’s able to hear you crying yourself to sleep. And that breaks his heart because the idea of you crying when you’re all alone makes him worry.

When he knocks on your door, you wipe away your tears and answer it. But he can still see the tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”, he asks softly.

“Nothing,” you say. “Goodnight.”

Before you can turn around and go back to bed, James David pulls you close and kisses your lips softly. You’ve never been kissed before… and you’ve never found yourself desirable enough to be loved by anyone romantically or sexually. And yet, this man seems to have some kind of attraction to you. Enough to kiss you even though he’s only known you for a week! When he pulls away, he cups your face and stares into your eyes. “No one cries over nothing, Y/N.” You try to get another kiss but he puts a finger on your lips. “Ah ah ah. Answer me first, then maybe I’ll give you more,” he says.

You feel a little hurt by his denial… but you do need to talk. “It’s cold, and the bed’s too hard. I miss my house,” you confess.

David softens at this. “Why didn’t you say anything?”, he asks as he strokes your cheek… lovingly, it would seem.

“I thought you were asleep. I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“I don’t sleep well at night. And even if I was sleeping, I wouldn’t mind. If you needed something, you could’ve asked,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

He shakes his head and kisses you again. “Don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry. You don’t need to apologize for anything, Y/N.” You start crying again, and this prompts David to hug you tightly. He sighs and rubs circles on your back to comfort you. It’s what Frankie used to do when he was little. No. It’s what Frankie used to do for James when he was little, not David. If he’s going to love you… he has to be honest with you. But he worries about what you’ll say when/ if you learn of his past. Especially since he’s a little older than you.

You’re about four years his junior, but you understand the world in your own unique way. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re younger.

But here and now, David is brought to one conclusion: he can’t leave you alone in the dark. Even if he doesn’t end up sleeping, he still wants you to sleep peacefully. “All right. Come here,” he mumbles before he scoops you up and carries you to his bed. Immediately, you feel more comfortable. Though you could still do with a warmer temperature. Easy solve for David, who gently lays an extra blanket over your body… and then kisses your forehead. You feel his breath against your face as he whispers in your ear, “Goodnight, beautiful girl.” But he’s far from done with his extreme welcoming ceremony. You feel him pulling you towards him, and then you feel the firmness of his chest.

“David-“

He hushes you and runs his fingers through your hair as he says, “Go to sleep, Y/N. I hope you’ll feel like you’re at home soon.” And he’s hoping that he starts to feel more at home here too. And since you’re here now… maybe he will.

When you fall asleep, James sighs and looks at your sleeping frame. Why would you feel the need to apologize to him for not coming to him for help? It’s not your fault. He understands that it’s a little difficult for you to advocate for yourself sometimes. But why would you inconvenience yourself for his sake?

James has a multitude of questions. He’s never seen you cry before. He’s never been around you when you’re so sad. Why would you need to hide from him? He could help you. He could love you. Does he love you?

Eventually, James does fall asleep. When he wakes up, he sees you staring at him with 🥺 eyes. He runs his thumb over your forehead and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I had a really nice dream,” you say.

“Oh? Tell me.”

You sigh sadly. “You kissed me twice. And you said I was beautiful.”

The realization sets in that you need real, genuine love. David is happy to provide that for you, and provide he does. He smiles and kisses your lips before he tells you, “That happened last night, Y/N. And you are beautiful.” He laughs. “You’re so beautiful.” You frown and curl into yourself. Your roommate tilts his head, noticing the change in your body. “Oh, don’t tell me you don’t believe me. Come on,” he says. Your eyes dart away, and you want desperately to escape. But this man is kind, and he’s so good to you. He’s taking care of you, and you don’t deserve it. David puts his arms around you and holds you as you start sobbing. “It’s okay,” he whispers softly as he cradles your head under his chin, “I got you. Please don’t cry.” Your whimpers bring cracks to his heart. How could you ever bear this pain? How could anyone?

“David, sometimes I feel like killing myself,” you confess into his chest.

Something inside him snaps… and then he grabs your shoulders and looks you right in the eye as he asks, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

You tremble in fear, wishing that you could take it back. But it’s too late. He knows now. Might as well just pour your entire soul out. “Because I’m a burden. I’m a spazzy kike. I’m nothing but a useless idiot who doesn’t use her brain… and comes from no good, dirty Jews. I’m just another retarded Jew who should’ve been murdered in a concentration camp.”

These words are shocking to hear, especially given the fact that David is so used to hearing nothing but positive things about growing up in a Jewish family and community, and that you wouldn’t want to be neurotypical. You were saying that just a couple of days ago! But now… you think you’re better off dead? He doesn’t know what changed, but he’s sure it’s something that you’ve been trying to hide for a while. He’s aware of internal hatred. Hell, he’s practically an expert on it since he’s still struggling with survivors guilt over the heist. But he doesn’t want to think about that now. James… James Kelly wants his new roommate to be safe, and to be okay. “Y/N, I’m gonna tell you something that you cannot tell anyone about, okay? Cuz I could get in really big trouble. Please promise me that you’re not gonna tell anyone what I’m about to tell you?”

You nod, though you dread what he’s about to tell you.

And you’re right to dread it. The truth is terrible, but it’s clear that David McQueen- No. James Kelly regrets his actions. [im not recapping the movie. Fuck that shit. Godawful film. If you do watch it… I salute you and your bravery] But a part of you is scared of him because of what you know now.

But James isn’t going to hurt you. How could he when he’s sure that you’re going to hurt yourself as soon as he leaves the room? “Y/N, please say something,” he says after five minutes of silence.

You don’t know what you’re supposed to say to him after all that. All you can say is, “I’m sorry about your brother.”

James can’t help smiling. “Frankie would’ve liked you, actually. He was a flirt. But you’re way too good for him,” he says. “You might be too good for me,” he adds.

You shake your head. “I’m not good enough for you,” you say.

James clicks his tongue and then runs his hand over your hair. “I’m sorry you feel that way, baby girl,” he tells you with a frown. He looks like he’s about to cry.

“What am I supposed to call you when we’re alone?”, you ask your… whatever he is now.

He shrugs. “Jimmy’s fine,” he says as he stands up to start getting ready for work.

You stay in the bed, feeling very tired today as a result of an uncomfortable night’s sleep. “I’m sorry, Jimmy,” you murmur into your knees.

The tone in your voice makes him stop in his tracks. “You apologize too much,” he says softly. His face softens when he sees the way you’re trying not to cry again. “Hey,” he starts, “I like you, Y/N.” You don’t know what he means, but you’re scared to ask. But he doesn’t let you. “I don’t just mean as a roommate. I mean, I really, really like you.” You don’t know how to respond. It’s like a dream come true. “You’re funny, and smart, and kind… and you’re really fucking hot. And I’d hate to lose that so soon.” He sits on the bed next to you and gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek, then goes to your ear. He places an arm around you to keep you close, not wanting you to be afraid of being intimate with him. “Tonight, I wanna take you somewhere nice, and then bring you back here. If you’re up for it… I’ll treat you real good in this bed. But if you’re not, I totally understand, and I won’t hold it against you. But just know, I’m not gonna let you feel alone anymore.” Of course you want that! You just didn’t expect that last part. And you can’t stop yourself from burying your face in his chest, and then you start sobbing. And of course, James doesn’t push you away. He holds you in his arms as you cry for what seems like hours.

When you do stop crying, James decides that he can’t in good conscience go to work for the day and leave you on your own when you’re at risk of committing suicide. He calls his boss, explains that he has to take care of you because it’s an emergency… which is surprisingly not an invalid excuse for his boss. Still, James knows that he has to get back to work at a reasonable time. But that’s the least of his worries right now. You’re his only priority now, and he plans to keep you company for as long as you need.

He makes breakfast for you, making sure that you eat well, and drink water. He stays outside the bathroom while you’re in there and knocks on the door if he thinks you’re taking too long for his liking. When he sees that you’re about to break down in tears, he swoops in and hugs you. He whispers sweet, loving words, and promises of affection that he’s been waiting to give you from the moment he first saw you. And he’ll even tease you with a bit of dirty talk to get you excited for tonight.

That makes you a little sad because you only have so many pairs of underwear… and you don’t want to soil them all in one day. [motherfucker, did I really just write that? Oh well, I’ve written weirder. Would this be a bad time to promote the Mixiverse? Is there a good time to promote the Mixiverse?]

But what really matters is that James is helping you find a way out of this horrible mess of pain and suffering that you’re feeling right now. And you both know it probably won’t be the last time you have to deal with something like this. Still, having a roommate like him is something that you can’t believe is happening. He’s like someone out of a romance novel! [not me setting up unrealistic expectations for myself! 😭]

By the afternoon, you and him have had a lunch date over takeout burgers while watching The Office on Netflix. [SHUT THE FUCK UP! LET ME HAVE IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! FUCK YOU! Let me laugh at shit, cuz I know yall are crying!] This binge was brought about because apparently, James has never seen The Office, which is considered a crime in your opinion. But then again… he is a wanted criminal. [That was stupid but who cares? That’s right. No one]

But it turns out, your roommate loves the show. And surprise, surprise… his favorite episode is The Convict. [video below requires a content warning: Harry Potter] https://youtu.be/hDLdgFghC5w?si=iOJzGvq2vS-fTvDR

youtube

Oh. And then you learn that James hasn’t seen any of the Harry Potter movies [the year is 2014. JKR’s transphobia isn’t public knowledge yet. But this is a reminder that she’s a transphobe!] but has only read the books.

“God help me, I hope you know about Chronicles of Narnia,” you mumble after you two discuss a future Harry Potter marathon [the bitch is transphobic! Yell it out at the hilltops! May a child be named after her! That’s a Yiddish insult].

James furrows his brows… confused. That’s not a good sign. “What’s Narnia?”

You feel your heart drop. “Oh no.” Your inner child takes over. “Jimmy, you have to watch the movies, and read the books! I’m not sure what I’ll do if I find out you’ve never seen Wizard of Oz.”

He seems confused again. “Oz?”

Your eyes go wide. “Motherfucker, James-“

And then he bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding. I’ve seen the movie. Don’t worry,” he says with a mischievous grin.

You put a hand on your heart as you feel relief washing over you. “Don’t do that again. You nearly gave me a heart attack. I might’ve died before I had a chance to kill myself-“

James suddenly stiffens, turning to you with an angry look. “That’s not funny.”

You freeze, and then you feel your heart dropping in your stomach. There’s a sense of shame and fear in you now, and you worry that you’re about to get kicked out of this apartment. “Sorry,” you mumble as you bring your knees up to your chest and attempt to make yourself smaller, desperately wanting to disappear from the angry face of your roommate.

But James isn’t angry with you at all. And the last thing he wants to do is kick you out, especially since you’re in an extremely dangerous state of mind. That’s why he immediately puts his arms around you and kisses your scalp. “Please stop saying sorry. You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he murmurs as he finishes leaving several kisses on your hair. Keeping his arms around you, he pulls back to look at your face. His eyes seem glassy and sad, but he’s not crying. But before you can bring it up, James brings your face close to his own and kisses your cheek. When he pulls away, he speaks with a firm but gentle voice. “Please don’t joke about killing yourself, Y/N. Cuz I won’t know if you’re being serious or not.”

“I-“ You stop yourself, trying to find something else to say other than an apology. But there’s nothing else you can think of.

And James knows it. “Do your parents know that you feel this way?”, he asks as he gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek. You nod silently. The next questions he asks you: “Are you seeing anybody who’s helping with this? A shrink, or some other person who’s helping you?” Again, you silently nod. James doesn’t want to pry too much, but he’s so worried about you right now and he just wants to make sure you have support in case he… can’t help you when you need it. “Do you know when you’re going to see them again, so you can talk about… how much pain you’re going through right now?”

“Yes,” you say quietly.

He feels a weight lifted from his shoulders, but he has absolutely no intention of abandoning you. As long as you’ll let him, he’ll be happy to help you through whatever hurt you feel. To ensure that you know this, James places his lips on yours and then gently cups your face with both hands. “I’ve got you now, and I want you to know that I’m listening… always.” He gives you another kiss, and you two resume watching The Office for a while.

Your little dinner date with James is at the Bubba Gump in Universal Studios City Walk, which is pretty nice considering it’s not an overly priced restaurant. It does have the atmosphere of an elegant dining venue though, but it’s within the budget for both of you. And, as it turns out, James has fixed a few trucks that are owned by the Universal Studios production company… so that’s kinda cool.

Since you’re out in public, you can’t call your roommate by his real name. But it’s not that hard for you to call him David. You sometimes feel like you have to hide your real self from others, and not just as a person on the autism spectrum.

But you guys have a great time at Bubba Gump, and you’re happy eating with David. Since he’s the one driving, he doesn’t drink any alcoholic beverages. You don’t either, but he understands that you can’t have alcohol with the medication you take.

But the fact that neither of you are drinking is excellent news… especially if you and him are planning on finishing the date with a bang- Should it even be considered that? With the way he’s been treating you all day, it seems more likely that he’s not going to fuck you anymore.

And James himself has been thinking about this too. As invigorating as it would be to fuck you like you’re just his roommate… he’s starting to feel more inclined towards taking things slow and not being too aggressive with you. After all the time he’s spent getting to know you better, he’s sure he’s falling for you now. As if the thought of losing you wasn’t enough to convince him of that!

The minute you guys are back in your apartment, James puts his hands on your face and pulls you in for a kiss. You reciprocate, though you’re starting to feel a little nervous about the moment that you and him will have to see each other’s bodies. However, he’s not letting you think about that right now because he’s starting to trail his lips on your jaw. And then, he starts to kiss down your neck. You know you can tell him to stop at any moment… and you do. “James, wait,” you say a little too urgently.

He pulls away, stepping back to give you some space. “You okay?”, he asks in a gentle tone.

You wrap your arms around yourself, already dreading the inevitable moment when you’re exposed to him. “I don’t think I can do this,” you tell him sadly.

He nods. “Okay. You don’t need to worry. If you’re not ready-“

“But I wanna do this,” you say.

“There’s no pressure. I promise. If you don’t want me doing anything, tell me and I won’t do it.”

You bite your lip nervously and then tell him, “I don’t wanna take off my bra.”

There’s a softness in James’s eyes when he hears that. But then… he says something that makes it clear that your boundaries do matter to him. “You know… we don’t have to take all our clothes off. I can be ass naked and you can keep everything on. Whatever you wanna do.”

You know that you do want to see all of him… but you’re still afraid of him judging your body. So, you decide to take everything except your bra off.

You do it slowly, anxiety running through you. James watches with a hungry eye… but he’s patient and doesn’t rush you. He doesn’t judge you when he sees your exposed body. As a matter of fact… he’s completely awestruck by it. He can’t help hugging you, and you don’t know how to react when he does it. “What?”, you ask anxiously.

“I didn’t know my roommate fell from heaven,” he replies.

Did he just call you an angel? [listen, I’m not ashamed to reference Anakin, okay? Shush] “Jimmy, Jews don’t really believe in that stuff,” you say.

He laughs as he pulls back, taking your hand in his. “Well, wherever you came from… you’re gorgeous.”

“Jimmy, I wanna see you,” you whisper.

He nods and slowly pulls his shirt over his head. You see his tattoos… and you feel a little better knowing that he doesn’t have any tattoos that would indicate any prejudice towards you as a Jew. James notices the way you’re staring at his chest, then gently grabs your wrist. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can touch me. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says with a velvet tone.

You know that. It’s just a lot to admire. But what about what’s in his pants?

James follows your eyes… and he knows what you want. “All right, baby. I’ll give it to you.”

Your mouth goes dry when you see his cock. Your anxiety is up tenfold now. “It’s really big,” you tell him.

He’s very flattered. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” But he sees the look on your face… and you’re frightened out of your mind. James sighs and says, “Okay. I’m gonna put my pants back on now.”

You panic and grab his arm. “No!”, you shout. [girl, calm down. We all want that dick] “I mean…” you trail off… and then you kiss him.

He kisses you back, holding your head in his hands. He slowly pushes you backwards towards his bedroom, and you fall onto the bed. James starts looking for protection. And, uh… “Shit, I don’t have any condoms.”

You don’t care. You open your legs for him. [girl, calm down. We know you want that dick. We get it] “It’s okay. I’m on birth control,” you say.

James walks over to the bed and crawls on top of you, keeping his cock away from you for the time being. [I SAID FOR THE TIME BEING! RELAX!] “Any STDs?”

“No. You?”

He kisses you softly. “None.”

You feel your cheeks heating up. This is really happening. “Fuck.”

He teases your clit with the head of his cock as he says, “No, we’re not fucking, baby. We’re making love. You think I’m gonna fuck you like you mean nothing to me? Don’t be ridiculous.” You have no time to reply because James pushes his cock inside you. You feel a sharp pain in your core, and you know for sure that your hymen’s been broken. “What’s wrong?”, he asks with concern.

You take a deep breath and confess, “I’ve never done this before.”

James understands how frightening it is to have sex for the very first time, which is why he’s glad he’s planning to make this very special for you. And it’s not like he wasn’t planning to do that anyway. After all, he did say he wanted to treat you real good in this very bed. “Just keep your eyes on me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good. I know what I’m doing.” Slowly, he starts to thrust in and out of you, looking at you the entire time. His gaze is reverent, his eyes soft. Everything about James is… inviting and kind. And the fact that he took care of you so well last night and all day today… you don’t know how you ended up with someone so lucky. But here he is, a dreamboat of a guy, and he’s taking your virginity in the most loving way possible.

“Fuck,” you whimper as you feel the head of his cock touching your cervix.

He hums and smiles. “Does that feel good, baby girl?”, he asks. You nod… and then he thrusts a little harder. You mewl at the feeling. “And how’s that?”

“Jimmy,” you moan.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You feel good, don’t you? And you deserve it, right?” You don’t know how to answer that… but James gives you a very rough, deep thrust that brings you out of your thoughts. You gasp and cling to his shoulder. “Right?”, he asks again.

“Fuck. Yes,” you answer with a tremble in your voice. You’ve masturbated before, so you know what it feels like to feel good sexually. But now… you can’t believe this feels even better! It’s almost unfair that it’s a team effort! But it’s definitely going to be worth it.

“Good,” he tells you. “I’m gonna make you come really good, Y/N. I promise you, you’re gonna come so many times tonight.” And then he’s kissing down your neck, holding you tight in his arms while he continues thrusting his cock in and out of you. “You’re fucking beautiful, baby,” says James before he sucks a hickey into your skin.

You moan and hold onto his hair, feeling his mouth marking your neck. You don’t know where it comes from, but you can’t stop yourself when you say it. “Jimmy, I love you.”

He doesn’t stop thrusting, but he’s at a loss for words. He pulls his head up from your neck, looking right into your eyes as he figures out how to respond. His cock doesn’t stop moving… but then, he puts his forehead against your own. “I love you too, darling.” He kisses your lips softly before his expression turns stern… assertive. “You wanna come yet?” You nod. “I’ll let you come… but I want you to promise me something first.” He slowly reaches his hand down between your legs, and then gently starts to rub your clit with his thumb. Even when you gasp and cry out in pleasure, James doesn’t stop speaking. “I wanna know that you’re not gonna kill yourself. I wanna make sure you don’t have a plan to end your life, cuz you got too much to live for, sweetheart. And I’m not gonna let you do something you’ll regret when it’s too late.”

“Jimmy, please-“

“Ah ah, baby girl. I’m not done yet. Don’t you dare come until you promise me… that you’re not gonna do anything stupid to yourself. No goodbye letters, no wrist slitting, no nothing. Promise.” Everything stops. You’re almost there, and he’s not letting you reach that high you so desperately need.

You try to move yourself to feel his cock hitting that sweet spot.

But James pins you down gently. “Don’t you dare. You don’t get to come until I hear a promise from you.” You feel tears sting your eyes, and one drips down your cheek. But he wipes it away, his eyes loving. “Come on, Y/N. Please promise me you won’t do any of that shit. I can’t lose you,” he says with a trembling voice.

You know that he’s trying to help you… and honestly… you believe him. “I promise I won’t do anything. I’m not going to hurt myself… or kill myself. I promise,” you cry.

James drifts close to your face, as though he’s trying to find any signs that you’re not being honest with him. But you are, and you don’t know how to prove it to him. So when he doesn’t resume the stimulation on your body, you’re not too surprised. “Let’s try that again. Look me in the eye, and swear to me,” he says. It seems like he’s trying his hardest not to cry.

“I swear, I don’t want to kill myself. And… I’m not gonna hurt myself.”

He’s quiet for a moment, but then he starts to bring you back to that place where you were before he denied you of the orgasm you crave. It’s slow, but it’s incredibly intense, especially when you see the way James is looking at you. He talks you through it, grunting every so often as he thrusts. “Come on, Y/N. Go ahead and come for me. You’ve earned it. Come on, princess. Come on. I wanna feel you coming.” You don’t want to be too loud, but you’re having a hard time holding back your whines and whimpers of delight. “Oh, I wanna hear you, baby. Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me. I wanna know you’re feeling good,” he says.

But you’re scared to. You really don’t want to get in trouble for being loud in the middle of the night. What if you wake up an entire family… with little kids? What if-

“Hey, don’t get in your head, beautiful girl. Just focus on feeling good.” And then, James kisses your lips as he intensifies the circles on your clit. Now, it’s practically impossible to stay quiet. “That’s right, sweetheart. Let it all out for me. Let me hear you screaming.”

You can barely think about anything else. Just James Kelly’s cock inside of you. You can’t say anything else except for his name. And you’re loudly calling his name. But he’s holding you tight and whispering in your ear to bring you closer to the edge. And with a powerful thrust… you cry out for him. And it doesn’t matter what name you use. The fact is that he just made you come on his cock.

He pulls out, then starts to stroke himself with his fist. He flips onto his back to lay beside you, focusing on you as he pumps his hand up and down. You open your eyes, see him as furiously jerks himself off… and then you witness him experiencing his own orgasm. James’s mouth forms an “O”, and you can’t stop yourself from cupping his face and kissing him. He looks at you with a smile and says, “You wanna keep going? If you’re getting tired, that’s okay,” he says as he caresses your face.

You force yourself to look away from the semen on his stomach, as enchanting as it is to see, and you look at his face and reply, “I want more. Please?”

James reaches for a tissue to wipe his come covered stomach, then tosses it in the trash. After that, his attention is focused entirely on you. “Okay. Very good… because there’s so much I wanna do to you. So many ways I can love you.” He grazes his knuckles over your bare hip as he asks you something that would scare you… if it were being asked by someone else. But because it’s him… you find yourself getting excited. “Has anyone ever eaten your pussy?”

You shake your head. “I’ve never actually had… any relationships. So, no,” you confess.

There’s a sadness in James’s eyes when he hears your answer. While he’s certainly happy that he’s your first, he’s also heartbroken that you’ve never been on the receiving end of romantic love. “I’m sorry, baby girl,” he says. Before you can ask what he means, he adds, “I’m sorry no one’s loved you the way I’m loving you now. But that’s all gonna change. I promise.”

You watch him kiss down your body slowly, but you don’t allow him to continue his path until you tell him, “I don’t wanna taste myself. So, don’t kiss me until you wash your mouth.”

And he agrees. Then, he resumes his trail of kisses towards your core. He takes his time to tease you with open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, sucking a mark on each one. You feel intensely vulnerable, but James is looking up at you with such love and affection that your fears are dulled by the thought of being treated with such… care and appreciation. Had you told yourself last week that you’d be eaten out by “David McQueen” after he took your virginity, you would’ve laughed. But now, here you are, with James Kelly bringing you up to the edge of the bed so he can kneel between your legs on the floor. He keeps his hands on your thighs so they don’t close, and then… you feel a soft, wet sensation on your slit.

You gasp, your flesh still sensitive from his cock. But you trust him to be gentle.

And he will be… for the most part. But what he really wants is to devour you, and worship you with all his heart. Anyhow, he glides another straight line up your slit, savoring your taste. “You taste really good, darling. And you’re so beautiful down here,” he says before he kisses your clit softly.

You let out a sob in response to his lips touching your over sensitive bud.

James glances up at you as he licks your folds gently, his eyes focused on your face to check on your pleasure. That… and he can’t help but admire your beauty. He likes how your lips pout when he denies you of stimulation, the way your cheeks heat up when he’s complimenting you. He loves how you’re finding a way to relax while he makes love to you with his mouth, and how you sigh when he does something you like. It’s particularly sweet when you murmur his name like you’re trying so hard to keep quiet. He wishes you wouldn’t do that though, but he’s certain it’s been instilled into you since childhood.

But you find yourself enjoying the sensation of James’s tongue circling around your clit, though you wish he’d do more. Before you can say anything, you feel his tongue dipping into your entrance. You’re a little worried that he’s tasting the blood from your hymen, but when you feel him moaning against you… it’s invigorating. How could he possibly find the taste of your vagina appealing? Then again… everyone has their taste. You of all people really shouldn’t judge, given your limited food choices… which affects your intake, which could lead to- You can’t think of that because James wraps his lips around your clit, gently sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

He watches you like a guardian angel as he keeps his mouth on you, his hands on your inner thighs. He pulls away for a moment. “You really are something else, aren’t you, baby girl? You came at the right time, just for me, hm?”, he mumbles. James resumes the act of kissing your lower lips, allowing himself to get lost in the taste of your arousal, the smell of you… and overall, just you. He does love you, that much he knows now. Is it too early to tell? Perhaps. But he’d rather be wrong than cast you aside and realize he was right all along. And at this point, he really doesn’t want you to be alone. He’s got too much to look forward to with you.

You start squirming in response to his tongue flicking against your clit, reaching a hand down to hold onto his hair. James closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy going down on you. Every kiss, every lick, every touch of his mouth and lips is filled with passion.

To say that he’s addicted to your taste is an understatement. By this point, James is practically feasting on you. Though there’s still an undertone of care and respect, it’s aggressive and wild. You don’t have the ability to focus on anything else except for how good you feel, so you definitely have a very positive reaction when he pushes a finger inside you. You shout in delight at the feeling, and as if it weren’t enough… he puts another finger in. He keeps his eyes on you as he strokes your g-spot and sucks on your clit, increasing the intensity as your voice gets higher and higher and then… you come on his tongue and fingers. You come hard, and you come screaming his name. He helps you ride through it… and he’s hard as a rock again. He really, really needs to come inside you.

But first, you need to breathe. And then you’ll decide if you want to continue, or call it a night.

In the meantime, James stops and stands up. “Be right back, baby,” he says in a velvet voice before going to the bathroom and washing his mouth. Immediately after he’s finished, he walks over to you and pulls you into his arms. His grip is tight, and you feel infinitely safer with him holding you this way. “You were fucking amazing, darling,” he mumbles into your hair. “God, you were incredible. Can’t believe I got to do that to you. Thank you for letting me do that.”

You can feel his cock poking your thigh… and now you’re wet again. “Oh, Jimmy,” you moan softly.

You feel his hand gently petting your hair as he tightens his arms around you. He hums softly and smiles, feeling his heart burning with joy and love for you. You’ve truly touched him so deeply, and he knows that you’re a keeper, certainly. “You feeling tired, princess?”, he whispers softly.

“No, James. I want more. Please give me more?”, you almost cry. Not because you’re incredibly horny for him- you are, but what else is new. You really, genuinely do need his love.

He can tell right away that you’re desperate for him. “All right, baby girl,” he coos. As he pulls back, he plays with some of your hair. He seems to admire it quite a bit, and you don’t really understand why. But he doesn’t allow you to question it, because he loves you far too much. “You ready?”, he asks you as he prepares to pick you up. You nod. “Okay. Let me make you feel really good now, princess.” And he picks you up in his arms and lays you down on the bed, getting on top of you. His breath is getting heavy, his eyes darkening as he looks at your face. “Fuck, baby,” James mutters as he grabs his shaft and aims it towards your entrance.

“Jimmy,” you moan back to him. Before you can say anything else, he pushes himself inside you and pulls you closer. You instinctively wrap your arms around him and hold him tightly.

The instant he feels comfortable seated in your core, he starts to thrust slowly. There’s a far more intimate feeling here than there was when he first put his cock in you. There’s no denying that it was intimate, but you can see how much softer it can be with James. He’s more vulnerable here, which might be due to the fact that he allowed himself to admit his feelings for you. But that doesn’t diminish the overwhelming lust of this moment, the erotic energy that flows from the both of you. And James does nothing to hide the fact that he really does want to make himself and you feel good. “God, Y/N. You sure know how to drive me crazy, don’t you?”, he muses as he thrusts in and out of you.

You whimper in delight at this, cuz it does wonders for your ego. Never in a billion years would you have thought that you could make anyone go crazy for you. And fuck, he feels so good and hard inside you.

He whispers lovingly into your ear as he pushes in and out of you, increasing the pace every so often. “Baby girl, you’re so fucking hot. I love you.” Maybe it’s your hormones going crazy because you’re in the midst of sex, but hearing that from James is enough to make you sob. He must know how much that affected you because then he says, “I know, baby. I know.”

Is this really how it feels to be loved by someone physically? Is this what it must be like for someone to feel like they’ve found paradise? Is this a dream? Are you going to wake up and find that this entire day never happened? You hope not. You hope it’s real, even though that voice that has been there since the height of your miserable school days- when the kids would make your day hell on earth- is telling you that you’re having delusions of grandeur.

But the way that James is holding you, talking to you… making love to you… it must be real. And you have no time to further investigate because you feel his thumb rubbing circles on your clit now. You gasp sharply, but he grabs your hand and holds it in his own. There’s a sense of comfort in his grip, though it seems like he wants something from you. That’s what you gather from the expression on his face. And then he says, “I want you to come hard for me, princess. Let me see your gorgeous face when you’re coming.”

There are tears in your eyes, but you truly are feeling so good, and so loved by this beautiful man. “Jimmy, I… oh-“

“What, baby girl? Tell me.”

“I want-“

“What do you want?”, he asks as he thrusts into you a little faster.

Somehow, through all the distractions of the moment, you find it in yourself to tell him exactly what you desire: “I want you to come inside me.”

Those words are enough to make him come… but he doesn’t. He can’t. Not until you do. “Okay, Y/N. You want me to come inside you, I will. But first, I want you to come really fucking hard. I want you to scream so loud… cuz I wanna know that you feel good. I wanna know that I make you feel good.”

You squirm and try to get more stimulation. “Yes, Jimmy. I feel so good-“

His expression turns stern, and then he says, “Prove it.”, in a very, very dark tone you never expected to hear from him.

That doesn’t mean that you’re scared. You would be scared, if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes are still full of affection and love for you. He’s making it very clear that he’s not going to harm you, no matter what. He’s just… oh. Oh, now it makes sense! He’s a dom in bed! No fucking wonder! You challenge him a little. “Make me.”

“That’s how you wanna play, baby girl? Okay. I’ll make you prove it to me,” he replies. And without warning, he thrusts his cock in and out of you rather roughly. Maybe you’ll be sore for a while but at this moment, you don’t care too much. You just care about how good you feel. How good it feels to have James Kelly doing this to you… and it’s because he loves you! Who else gets to say that? He must know he’s doing a good job because he coaches you through this buildup: “Yeah, princess, you gonna come on my cock? Are you gonna scream really loud for me? Tell them all who’s making you feel this good. Tell the entire world who’s making you scream so much. Tell them who’s loving you so good.”

The spring inside you snaps… and you shout his name so loud you’re sure he’ll have ringing ears for a few hours. You, meanwhile, have an orgasm so intense you have trouble staying still. Which means that James has to stop you from hurting yourself and him by accident.

And then… he comes inside you. Watching you have such an incredible orgasm- one he helped you achieve- is enough for him to let go. And he allows you to feel that high for as long you need to… because you do deserve it. Whatever pain you felt today, he never wants you to go through it alone. He’s certain that you’ll have hardship in the future, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to make you feel as safe and as loved as he possibly can. And perhaps he succeeded in making today less painful than it would’ve been if he hadn’t let his curiosity get the better of him the night before.

James does all the cleaning and the aftercare, wanting to make sure you can get some sleep after how long you spent being at the mercy of his passion. Occasionally, he’ll ask if you’re in any pain because he’s scared he might’ve hurt you. But you reassure him that you’re fine, and that you’ll do whatever you need if you do feel some pain in the next few hours.

Once you’ve both gotten washed and ready to go to sleep, you find yourself in the warm embrace of your roommate. You’re not surprised that he’s not wearing a shirt, but you’re not complaining. It just makes you feel even closer to him because you can feel the warmth of his skin on your cheek. There’s a tenderness in the way James is treating you now, as he plays with your hair and looks at you with loving eyes and a caring expression.

Before you can go to sleep, however, he makes certain of one thing: “I’ll protect you, Y/N. You’re not alone. I promise.” And after you fall asleep, it’s him who cries. Not from sadness… but from hope. For the first time in a long time, James Kelly is hopeful. [excuse me while I quote Darren Criss] This is how it must feel to have a home.

[um… so, I have to admit that this was a pretty difficult one for me because of how different James Kelly is from the other Hayden characters I’ve written… and I don’t know if it’s up to par with my other fics. But I’m going to try and make it a little better in the future, especially since I did some stuff here that I’ve never actually written before- can you tell?- and I’d actually like to challenge myself even more in some of those arenas. Also, this dynamic might not seem like the healthiest, but I would like to try and explore ways to get these two characters to make it develop into something more healthy as they explore more. Anyway, this really wasn’t supposed to get as whumpy as it did! Bye!]

13 notes · View notes