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Mine, all mine| Spencer Reid
Request| I love your writing and if you're interested of course, I'd really like to read something with jealous Reid x bau!reader . Maybe some angst at first where Spencer is a bit insecure and then it ends in fluff or smut, whatever you decide.
Summary: Spencer starts to feel jealous after realising how many men flirt with you. You try to reassure him, that you don’t want them, and you only want him.
Content: Fem!reader. Some angst, fluff but mainly smut. Jealous Spencer. Dom!Spencer. Sub!reader. Marking/spanking. no mentions of contraception. Pet names (Princess and sir) 18+
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Spencer Reid had never been a jealous man before, insecure certainly, but jealousy wasn’t his thing. However, lately, a peculiar feeling had been creeping into his thoughts, catching him off guard. It was an unfamiliar sensation that left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He saw how other men in the FBI looked at you, or when you were out in the field, how the police would flirt with you. He knew you wouldn’t cheat, you barely entertained the men that talked to you, but he still hated it and thought one of them may take you away from him.
He trusted you though; he had never once doubted your loyalty or intentions. The people Spencer didn’t trust were the men who would watch you like hawks, or flirt with you any chance they got.
You had noticed how he was acting. Though you liked it when he was possessive over you, you wondered if you had giving him any reason to act this way. So, while the rest of your friends were either dancing or getting more drinks, you asked; “Spencer, are you okay? Have I given you any reason to be jealous because that’s what you’re acting like.”
“I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine” Spencer said through grated teeth, while placing his hand gently on your thigh. “Say it, say you’re mine Y/N.”
“Spencer, you know I’m yours. Why are you being like this?” While you knew Spencer could get possessive, he had never once asked you to proclaim to the world you belonged to him.
“I want to hear you say it. I see how other men look at you and hear how they flirt with you. So, say you’re mine. Tell the world you belong to me.” His hand was now gripping your thigh, you knew it was going to leave marks.
“Why are you acting like this Spencer. Do you not trust me?” Spencer's grip tightened, making you wince. His eyes bore into yours, his jaw clenched. “It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s them. God, they look at you as if you are naked in their bed.”
You could sense the anger building up in him. You put your hand on top of his, trying to calm him down. "Spencer, please. I'm not going anywhere. You have nothing to worry about."
“Okay. Well just say you’re mine then, that’s all I want to hear.”
You took a deep breath, trying to think of the right words to say to Spencer. You knew that he was just afraid of losing you, but he needed to understand that you were in this relationship because you wanted to be, not because someone was forcing you to.
“I’m yours, Spencer. I belong to you and no one else. I love you and only you,” you said, looking into his eyes and trying to reassure him.
He let out a deep breath, his grip on your thigh loosening. “Thank you,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. His kiss wasn’t gentle, or soft. It was full of passion and possessiveness, devouring you completely. His hand moved to your hair, gripping it tightly as he deepened the kiss even more. You could feel his need for you, his fear of losing you, and his desire to claim you as his own.
As he pulled away, he looked deep into your eyes once again. “I love you, Y/N. But I want to ruin you. Ruin you for other men.” He leaned in, speaking the last part in your ear. “Because you are mine.”
You were left speechless; all could let out was a little whimper. You loved this new side of Spencer.
“I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” Spencer's voice was firm, possessive, and brooked no argument. He pulled you up from your seat and led you out of the bar, his hand gripping yours.
The drive back to his apartment was silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turning white. You still hadn’t found your voice, and even if you had, you knew there would be no use in arguing with him.
As soon as Spencer opened the door to his apartment, he pushed you inside and slammed the door shut behind him. He locked the door and turned to face you, his eyes smouldering with intensity.
“You look so beautiful; I can’t really blame those men for looking at you. But maybe I should do something to show them that you’re mine.” He moved so close to you; you could feel his hot breath against your ear. “Leaving little marks on you won’t do it.”
He seemed to think for a while, but you knew he had already thought about what he was going to do. Suddenly, his lips were back on yours, devouring you with a fierce hunger. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left between you.
“I’m going to mark you, Y/N. Show everyone that you’re mine.” Spencer's voice was low and husky. “But my marks aren’t going to be little hickeys. No, my marks are going to leave an impression.” He pulled away from you, leaving you slightly dazed.
You wanted to ask him what he was planning on doing to you if it was going to hurt more than usual. But he didn’t let you speak, before he started talking; “Princess, I’m going to need you to go to the bedroom and wait on your knees. Is that okay?” His voice was soft and gentle, but you could tell it was a command.
You turned around, and started walking towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving you. You kneeled on the floor, crossed your legs, and placed your hands on your knees. You had done this many times before, but this time felt different.
As you waited for him to join you in the room, you wondered what exactly he was going to do. You had seen what he was capable of, so you weren’t afraid. You saw him walk into the room, his presence didn’t bring much comfort, you saw a look in his eyes, one of annoyance, almost anger.
“You know I’ve noticed how you act when other men give you attention. You like it, don’t you? Am I not good enough?” While he asked a question, one he expected you to answer, you knew he already knew he was good enough.
“Of course, you’re good enough, you’re more than good enough”, you replied softly.
Spencer looked at you, his eyes darkening. He started to take off his belt but hadn’t told you to get up or to start to undress yourself.
“I want you to show me how much I mean to you.” Spencer looked at you as he spoke, his eyes full of desire as he watched you obey his command.
Spencer was standing in front of you, his cock already hard and ready to go.
“Suck it” he growled.
You did as you were told, knowing this is what he wanted. His hands gripped the back of your head as you deepthroated him.
"That's it princess, take it all" Spencer grunted. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes, but you enjoyed this, and you knew he did too. As you looked up at him, you saw the pleasure that was his face, the moans leaving his mouth.
His hand gripped your hair faster and faster, and finally he just yelled "Fuck" and emptied his load down your throat. "Beautiful" he whispered, out of breath.
He sat on the bed and motioned you over. As you went to him, he began to undo your buttons on your shirt. "I'm going to punish you for allowing those men to flirt with you." You nodded, and he let you remove the shirt, taking off your bra in the process.
"Who do you belong too?" Spencer asked.
“You, sir.” you whispered.
“That’s right. And you’re going to feel the pain that you deserve for having me worried all night.” He ran his hand down your bare skin. “Now lay across my lap.”
You got over his lap, and he began spanking you. This wasn’t new, you knew it’s something Spencer enjoyed. It hurt more than usual, but you knew that was because he was angry with you. He spanked you harder and harder until your ass was bright red.
“Have I made my point, princess?” Spencer’s voice was thick.
“Yes, sir.” you said, tears still streaming down your face.
Spencer placed his hand on your ass, rubbing it gently. “Princess, I love you. I just don’t want to see other men trying to take you away from me.” He kissed you, pulling you closer to him.
“I’m sorry, sir.” you whispered.
“Don’t be sorry, just don’t let it happen again.” He pulled your hips closer to him. “You’re going to make me hard again, aren’t you?” He asked with a smirk.
“Yes, sir.” you said softly.
“What are you going to do about it?” He growled.
He looked at you with a smirk before he reached between your legs and started rubbing your clit. "Fuck, you're so wet. Do you enjoy been punished?”
"Yes, sir." you whimpered.
Spencer started rubbing your clit, pinching it, making you moan. He smiled and just watched you, and when he saw the pleasure written across your face, he pushed his fingers deeper inside you, curving them up against your g-spot. He leaned closer to you, your body still moving against his fingers. He licked your neck and whispered "You're mine."
You couldn't say anything, just moved against his fingers. He bit down on your shoulder, then ran his tongue up your neck.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You moaned.
"Cum for me, princess." Spencer panted.
You were shaking harder and harder as the pleasure built up inside of you. Spencer started rubbing your clit again, and you came harder than you ever had.
Spencer took his fingers out of you and moved you off his lap, gently laying you on the bed. He stood up and took the rest of his clothes off. He climbed on the bed next to you and leaned over to kiss your lips. He whispered in your ear "You're so beautiful." You could see the lust and love in his eyes. He kissed you again and pulled you closer, pressing his body against yours.
You felt his cock against your legs, and in one quick move he entered you. You moaned against him as he thrust into you. He whispered in your ear, "Fuck, you're so tight."
He wrapped your legs around him as he moved in and out of you. "Such a good girl. You're dripping wet. You like it rough, don't you?" Spencer whispered into your ear. You could only let out a moan in response.
He started thrusting into you harder and harder, until he had no more to give. He pulled out of you and pulled you close to him. He kissed you deeply and said, "I love you." You smiled up at him and said "I love you too, Spencer." You fell asleep in his arms.
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Walking in on Roommate! Chan | Pt. 2
❣ Summary: A lot can change in a month, but was it truly a change, or simply a realization? ❣
❣ Word Count: 7.41k
❣ Warnings: Non!Idol AU, Roommate! Chris, fluff, smut, slice of life, slight humor, friends to lovers, slight! dom Chris, Dom/Sub dynamics, smut with feelings, sir/daddy kink ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Sir, and Daddy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Good/Pretty Girl, and Princess, lightly edited
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Pt. 1
It had been a month since the incident, and though you thought things had gone unchanged between you and Chris, your reality couldn't have been more wrong.
You seemed to linger more on every interaction with him, your brain working double time to process things he'd say or do as of they had a deeper meaning behind them - which they didn't.
He always left you little notes whenever he'd go out with Changbin for an early gym session, so why were you smiling at the hastily written messages and cutely drawn dragon-worm signature?
He always texted you on your break at work to remind you of any plans he made, so why did your heart flutter every time his contact popped up?
He always made sure your favorite snacks were in the pantry, and if you were running out he'd stock them up before you had the chance to add them on your grocery list, so why did you swoon every time your favorite bag of chips was sat on the kitchen counter?
There was no way your world flipped itself upside down over one incident, absolutely no way...
Unless.
"I'm screwed." You groaned woefully, dropping your head to the table in front of you.
Jeongin laughed, taking a piece of meat from your plate, "I told you to stop laughing at that guy's terrible jokes, now look at you!"
"What?"
"Jongsoo, the coworker you kept saying was trying to flirt with you but couldn't catch a hint?" Felix mused, tilting his head slightly, "Isn't that what we're here to talk about? 'Level three red alert', and all?"
"What? No, no," sitting up, you leveled him with a soft stare, "if this was about him, I would've picked a bar - he doesn't deserve the glory of being talked about over barbecue."
"Okay, so why are we here?" Minho huffed as he flipped a strip of beef on the tabletop grill, "Actually, better question, why am I here? Last I checked I never signed up to this whole 'red alert' code talk."
"Hyung, the last time we shared tea that you didn't know about, you ignored me and Felix for a week for 'leaving you out'." Jeongin spoke pointedly, recalling the way he practically cursed them out for 'disrespecting your elders'.
The former groaned, rolling his eyes, "Why didn't you just say you needed to shit talk someone?! Why are we speaking in code?"
"Because one of our friends has a big mouth, the other one forgets a secret is a secret the second you finish talking to him, another one likes sharing gossip online through subs and secret callout posts, one couldn't even buy a fuck to give about any gossip, and the final one... he's not allowed, he knows too much as it is already." You listed simply before taking a sip of your drink, "The group we have right now is formed out of the strongest tea holders, understand?"
"Anyways," Felix snapped you back into business, "what's happening? Why are you screwed?"
Steeling your nerves, you mentally prepared yourself for the word that were about to come out of your mouth.
"I might have a crush on someone..."
"I knew it." Minho announced smugly, taking another piece of perfectly cooked beef from the grill top.
"What?! There's no way you knew anything about this, Hyung!" Jeongin argued, sitting up in his seat next to you, "You don't even like people! How are you suddenly an insider?"
"Look at her!" He pointed the tongs in your direction, to which you tilted your head in confusion, "The past few days she's been watching her phone like a hawk whenever we all go out, she's been way too happy, and she spaces out more than usual-"
"Okay, that part could just be because of Lix's pot brownies!"
"Hey, hey, hey - ex-nay on the pot brownies-ay, okay? The whole world doesn't need to know - I only do it cause people ask me to!" The blond gritted out, pointing his fork in the direction of the youngest as a threat.
"Yeah, sure, next you're gonna say you only model for Hyunjin because he 'asks you to'."
"You little-"
"Hey!" The eldest of the boys snapped the tongs three times, effectively quieting them, "Shut up! We're here to get information, not talk about Felix's entrepreneur business, got it?" He pointed the utensil toward you yet again, "Talk. Now."
"Well- Uh... I don't know, it's not like I wanted it to happen, I was completely fine as friends with this person but then..." Shrugging your shoulders, you felt the events of the past month play back in your head, "I guess things just changed one day? Like, suddenly I could see them in this new light and now every time he does something so stupidly normal I find myself wanting to kiss him until I can't breathe."
"Ugh, that's both disgusting and cute - why did we have to talk about this over barbecue?" Jeongin whined before stuffing his face with a lettuce wrap. "Whosh th' lucky guy?"
"You really think I'm gonna reveal-"
"I swear to god, please don't say it's your coworker," Felix pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes, "you can do so much better than him - you don't have to do the charity work, I promise you."
"Lee Felix-"
"I know your heart's in the right place, but you don't have to cater to him, please."
"Would you please-"
"40 bucks says it's Chan." Minho hummed through a bite of his bulgogi.
The youngest nearly choked on his drink, swallowing a hefty gulp before coughing, "That's such a bad take! Chan Hyung? The man with negative rizz? The man who stays up long enough to say good night and good morning?"
"You say that like it's impossible!" The freckled blond argued, "It happens all the time in sitcoms!"
"Lix, please, I'd rather you not compare my life to a sitcom, I have enough happening for two seasons and a reunion episode as it is." You groaned, dropping your head in your hands with a sigh, "Can we just move on from the confession and talk about the movie night? I don't think my brain can handle the topic of my non-existent love life much longer."
Through a silent agreement, Minho ordered another round of food and the four of you continued onto much lighter - yet somehow more argument filled, conversation.
The coveted movie night was a monthly event that originally started with you and your friends, using the time Chris would be working late to have a movie marathon loaded with snacks, drinks, and cozy pajamas. It wasn't until Changbin caught word of the activity that the small gathering turned into a merged group affair; it was even enough to convince Chris to take time off to join in on the fun.
In the whirlwind of work and the existential crisis of realizing your crush, you'd completely forgotten that the event would be taking place tonight.
Funny, how fast time flies when your world is in shambles.
"Alright, that's all the blankets and pillows from the closet." Chris huffed, stepping back with his hands on his hips as he admired his handiwork; the large couch draped with various blankets and piled high with pillows that were sure to be rearranged in less than a minute of everyone's arrival.
You snuck a glance from your spot in the kitchen, a soft smile growing from his look of personal accomplishment. "Looks great, hopefully we won't have Han and Hyunjin fighting over who gets what pillow again."
He snorted out a laugh, heading over to you, "You think so? Those two could fight over who gets the last chip with an unopened bag right next to them - it's happened before!" Leaning his hip against the island, his eyes glanced over the various snacks covering the surface, "D'you need me to help with anything?"
"Um- Yeah, actually, can you get me the bowls from the cabinet? We can open the chips now, it's almost time for everyone to show up." You turned to look at the stove's clock; 7:33 PM, a little less than half an hour until your shared apartment would be filled with a sea of people.
Chris hummed, pushing himself away from the countertop, and you found your eyes drawn to his frame; a black tank top - sleeveless by his own doing - showing off the subtle build of his biceps, and a matching pair of black shorts you'd seen time and time again.
It was his staple look, simple, perfectly cozy for the impending activities, yet somehow you still felt your heartbeat racing the longer you stared.
Yes, you knew he was attractive, your friends gawked about it for weeks since you first moved in with him, but when was he this attractive?
"The big bowls, yeah?"
Snapping yourself out of your stupor, you nodded, even with his back still turned to you. "Mhm, those are perfect!"
You were in, deep.
You turned your attention back to preparing the chips, opening a bag and sneaking one of the plain potato chips when you felt a hand at the small of your back - the stack of bowls sliding onto the counter a second later.
"Here you go."
This was normal, it was normal for him and his affinity for physical touch, but you still felt a rush of electricity shoot up your spine from his touch - your body freezing as you registered just how close he was behind you.
"Ah- Thanks, Channie!"
Normal. So very, very normal.
"You need anything else?"
Lifting your gaze from the snacks in front of you, your eyes immediately found his; warm and kind, a shade of brown you caught yourself daydreaming of time and time again - distracting enough for you not to realize the mere inches between your faces.
He smelled like mahogany and lavender, a faint musk of the cologne he always wore tinted with your laundry detergent he claimed made his clothes feel softer.
"I, um..." His stare was hypnotizing, sending every productive thought in your brain out the window, "I-"
The sound of the doorbell snapped you out of your reverie, but you could've sworn you saw a hint of sadness in his eyes as he stepped back.
"That might be Han, he said he'd be coming a bit earlier."
"Yeah, no, that's fine - can you finish opening these when you get back? I'm gonna go get changed."
Chris hummed out a short "Yeah" before heading toward the front door, leaving you to collect yourself amongst the colorful serving bowls.
This was going to be a long night.
It wasn't long before everyone showed up; comfort clothes on and ready for the night's movie queue and rounds of snacks.
The seating arrangements remained in their usual layout with the mix of your friends between the couch or the floor, while you somehow always found yourself tucked between Chris and and the corner of the couch - arguably, the best part of any couch in your opinion.
This time, however, the arrangement was met with knowing side eye glances from your half of the friend group, a few of your girls sharing barely hidden smirks and whispers.
Before you could throw a pillow as a warning sign, a blanket of polyester blocked your vision and filled your nose with an all too familiar scent.
"Here," Chris hummed softly, rounding the edge of the couch to take his place next to you, "in case you get cold."
"Aw, you thought of me?" You teased, nudging his shoulder with yours as you unfolded his blanket and draped it across your legs.
"I always think of you."
His words made you freeze, your heart stuck in a limbo of floating to your throat or falling to the pit of your stomach while he carried on with the rest of the group.
I always think of you.
Always.
The revelation had the gears in your head working double time, the events of the past month playing like a movie in your mind - akin to the one currently starting on the TV in front of you.
He always thought of you, his caring nature shown in so many ways besides the ones you grew used to while living under the same roof; if you were running late coming home, you'd always have a text making sure you were safe - or, when you had important dates in your schedule, he'd be the one to remind you when they were a few days away.
Chris always did little things to show that you were on his mind, he always made it clear that you were important to him, that he cared about you as much as he did his friends.
But maybe... Maybe there was more behind it.
Your fingers glided along the blanket covering your lap, the fabric soft and welcoming like the hug of a close friend.
I always think of you.
It was like the three movies passed in the span of seconds, some of your shared friends tapping out after the second film, while the stragglers and self proclaimed cleanup crew stuck around to take in a cheesy family comedy of a man taking his family on a wild vacation.
"Min, you don't have to do that, you know," you chastized the black haired man as he washed the empty chip bowls, "I would've gotten to it in the morning!"
He scoffed out a chuckle, throwing you a knowing side eye, "Yeah, says the person who told me how much she hates the dishes with a passion stronger than Han's coffee addiction."
Deciding to protect your pride - knowing full and well he was completely correct - you wandered back into the living room where Felix and Jisung were folding one of the blankets, while Jeongin rearranged the pillows and Changbin gathered any missed trash lying around.
Felix shot you a sleepy smile, nodding his head toward the stack of folded blankets, "D'you want us to put these back in the closet?"
"No, you guys have done more than enough, seriously! I'll put them away, don't worry."
"What about this one?" Jisung held up the navy blanket you were using, Chris' navy blanket. "Want it folded? Are you still using it?"
"It's actually Chris's, I'll give it back to him."
Said man slipped away to his bedroom in the middle of the third movie, mentioning something about double checking some files for work before wishing you all a good night.
Humming in acceptance, the remaining boys gathered their belongings and headed toward the door, giving each of them a hug and making them swear to text when they each made it home safely.
Minho gave you a soft smile, though a certain glint in his eyes raised warning sign in your head, "Have a good night." He hummed with an air of mischief, slipping through the door before you had even a second to question him.
Frowning at the wood, you clicked the lock into place before gathering everything you needed to close off the living room for the night; tucking the navy blanket under your arm while balancing the other blankets in your hand. You stuffed them back into their bin in the hallway closet with ease, sliding the door shut and making your way toward your last stop of the night.
The sound of your knuckles against the door echoed through the empty hall, "Channie, you up?"
"Yeah, you can come in!"
Turning the knob, you were bathed in a soft purple light from his LED's, walking into the cozy atmosphere to see him laying on his bed with his phone in hand, "Hi."
He smiled, dropping his phone to the side as he sat up, "Hey, you - is everyone gone?"
"Yep, they helped clean up as usual, I'm just here to return this," you held up the blanket, stopping just short of the side of his bed, "thanks for letting me borrow it."
"You know, you can keep using it if you want, it's not like I won't know where it is."
Rolling your eyes, you held it out to him, "Chris, you and I both know I don't need anymore blankets in my room."
"What if you get cold?" He grinned, challenging you with glittering eyes.
"Then I'll use one of my blankets!" You laughed at his cheekiness, tossing the blanket in his direction just for him to catch it before it covered his face.
The room filled with your combined giggles, warmth settling over you as you watched him unceremoniously ball the blanket up and toss it toward his computer chair.
Just as you were about to announce your leave, your mind seemed to have a mission of its own the minute you opened your mouth.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, always - what's up?"
Always - god, was he trying to drive you crazy on purpose?
You needed clarity, something to confirm that you were seeing things that weren't truly there - making a purpose out of words that were simply meant from one roommate to another, one best friend to another.
"So... About what you said in the living room, when you said you always think of me..." You dropped your gaze from his, your fingers suddenly becoming the most interesting thing to you, "Did... Did you mean it?"
"Of course I meant it, you're one of my best friends - I think about you all the time!" The smile he gave you was genuine, warm, filled with so much truth that it made your heart skip a beat.
Steeling your nerves, you looked up at him with a firm stare, "All the time?"
"Yes...? I mean, I think about other people and things too, but for the most part you've always been there... Why are you asking-"
"Did you think about me last month?"
His smile faltered, eyebrows furrowing as he searched your face for a hint of an answer. "What are you talking about?"
"Chris, did you think about me last month - when I walked into your room and I saw you-" Taking a sharp breath, you calming yourself before looking at him with pleading eyes, "Did you think of me?"
The silence was thick, the sound of your own heart filling your ears - you were certain it would beat right out of your chest and run out of the room to save you from this conversation.
"Would..." He cleared his throat, dropping his head as he picked at the sheets underneath him, "Would it be weird if I said yes?"
Your stomach flipped, your knees threatening to buckle and send you straight to the floor but you stood strong. "Would it be weird if I said I wanted you to?"
His head snapped back up and he stared at you with a look crossed between shock and awe, "Are you serious?"
"Honestly, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." The confession took you by storm, though you couldn't find it in yourself to stop talking, "And it's not just from that night - well, some of it is, but since then it's like... enhanced? Like, every little thing you do just lingers and sometimes I think I'm just going crazy because it's not like you've done anything new - it's just you, yet my heart feels like it'll explode after every text you send, or whenever we're in the same room, and I-"
The sound of your name from his lips stopped your panicked ramble, though the look he gave you did little to calm your racing heart.
"Come here."
Offering his hand, you cautiously accepted it and let him guide you onto his bed, straddling his lap at his instance while trying not to completely evaporate from the close proximity.
"Honestly, this isn't how I thought I'd end up confessing, but I guess there's a lot about us that isn't traditional," he chuckled to himself, his hands naturally finding their home on your hips, just below the waistband of your pajama shorts. "First, I want you to know that I think about you no matter what - you're always somewhere in my mind and at first I thought it was because you're my roommate, someone I care about just like everyone else in my life. But, recently things have been changing and I..." Taking a deep breath, his eyes found yours, a firm, yet comforting gaze holding you captive in those brown irises, "I have feelings for you- I like you, more than just a roommate or a best friend, and I didn't want to ruin things between us if you didn't feel the same w-"
You cut him off with your lips against his, swallowing the rest of his sentence with a small hum of delight - soft with a hint of cherry chapstick.
He melted almost immediately, tugging you closer as a hand slid up your back to keep you pressed against his body - almost as if he allowed anymore space between you, you'd somehow disappear into his dreams.
When you went to pull away, he followed like a desperate puppy and you had to fight the urge to laugh at him, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer. "Just so you know, that kiss means I definitely feel the same way."
Chris huffed out a giggle, narrowing his eyes playfully, "No, really? I would've never guessed!"
"Well, I know for a fact you also feel the same way." The lilt in your voice was teasing, making a show of rolling your hips against the mass that was quickly making itself known between your legs.
Biting his lip, he leveled you with a firm gaze, daring, "Don't start something you can't finish, baby."
The pet name made your heart flutter, and you tilted your head up in defiance, "What makes you think I don't wanna finish it, hm?" Grinding your hips yet again, you were able to work out a low groan from those wonderfully kissable lips, "I can finish it, Channie, just show me how."
Before you knew it, he had you wrapped up in another mind melting kiss that had you letting out a shivering moan against his mouth as you tried matching his ferocity.
"You," he panted, nipping your bottom lip, "are gonna be the death of me, you little minx."
He kissed his way down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive spots he miraculously had no trouble in finding, leaving you wondering how much he truly knew about you to discover this information.
However, all of your critical thinking skills flew out the window when he sucked at a spot just underneath your jaw, turning you into a whining mess that only craved him and him alone.
Tilting your head to the side to grant him more room, you simultaneously tugged at his shirt - almost offended that he decided tonight of all nights to wear one in the privacy of his own room.
"Off, Chris."
He pulled himself away from the paradise that was your skin, gazing at you with simmering eyes, "Say please?"
Pouting, you pulled at the offending cotton once more, "Chris-"
His hands immediately found your wrists, tugging them gently behind your back as he tilted his head, fixing you with a tsk of disapproval. "Use your manners, princess, you know how this goes."
Your body temperature spiked, flashes of him saying the same fated words as a tease just to get you to beg for him before he inevitably gave you what you wanted, playing back like a film reel.
You know how this goes.
Swallowing down the demand threatening to bubble up, you relaxed in his hold and softened your undoubtedly needy gaze, "Please, Chris? Can you take your shirt off, for me?"
The smirk that stretched his lips had your stomach doing flips, the mere glimpse of the cocky energy he had inside of him making your mouth water and your pussy flutter with need.
"That's my girl."
He let go of your wrists to hike the hem of his shirt into his hands, before tugging it up and off with the coveted crossed-arm maneuver that he never failed to use as his prized flirting trick - and, god, was it a good trick.
Despite having seen him shirtless countless times, seeing him shirtless up close had your brain melting.
"Remind me to thank Changbin for keeping you in check with his gym routine."
"As much as I appreciate the compliment, could we maybe not talk about our other friends while I have you in my lap?"
Barely holding back your laughter, you nodded and slipped your own pajama shirt off in one go as a peace offering, tossing it to the floor where his currently laid. "Yes, sir - won't happen again." When he went rigid underneath you, you arched an eyebrow, "Oh? We have a sir kink, do we?"
Before you could tease him any further, he surged forward and caught your lips in a feverish kiss, passion fueled and determined as his warm hands found the new, uncharted territory of your back.
"You're playing with fire, princess." His tone was firm, laced with warning as he nipped at your plump bottom lip, "You really think you can handle it?"
The tantalizing threat of a challenge had your heart skipping a beat; you'd seen him get into one of these moods before, asking an open ended question that he already know the answer to, and playing that game now held too many promising rewards in the end.
Preparing yourself for the next words coming out of your mouth, you gave him an innocent smile, "I know I can handle it, sir."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, graciously earning you the split second of weightlessness before you were pinned on your back with every sense of yours surrounded by Chris; the feeling of his soft, cool sheets against your back, the smell of him ingrained into the cotton threading, and the heart stopping sight of him hovering above you bathed in that soft purple glow.
"Tell me you want this." His eyes locked onto your own, brown irises filled with caution and hope, "If you want me to stop, I'll stop, and we can pretend we never let it get this far, I promise."
"I want this- God, I need this, I need you, Chris - keep going, please."
With your consent given, his fingers danced up your thighs and over the cotton shorts you wore - a matching set to the shirt that was long forgotten - before dipping past the elastic waistband to drag them back down the expanse of your thighs.
They were unceremoniously tossed to the ground with the ever growing pile of clothes, and when he turned to give your panties the same, eventual treatment, his jaw nearly dislocated from the rate it dropped at; a bright blush turning his ears and neck red.
"Holy shit- I-I mean, fuck- Please... Please tell me you planned this"
You were now laid in his bed fully nude, which meant you weren't wearing panties for as long as the movie night went on, and that thought alone had his dick painfully straining against his own shorts.
Shaking your head, you timidly knocked your knees together, bristling at the exposure of cold air against your pussy, "I, um... I really wish I could say I planned it, but I didn't." Blinking up at the ceiling, a sheepish laugh shook your shoulders, "It's more comfortable sleeping without them, you know?"
Of course, you knew he knew from a few fated encounters with him early in the mornings, courtesy of wandering eyes and a not-so-small situation he tried keeping tucked away - it seemed that between the two of you, underwear was a foreign concept in the privacy of your shared apartment.
Chris groaned, a low, aching sound that begged for mercy to be taken on him, "You're absolutely going to be the death of me, there's no way you're real right now - this has to be a dream." Resting his hands on your knees, he silently waited for your hum of permission before pulling them apart, following the angle of your thighs down to catch his first glimpse of your pussy. "Fuck, if this is a dream, please don't wake me up."
"Chris."
Your insistent whine didn't fall on deaf ears as he wasted no time in scooting down his bed and ducking his head between your legs; plump lips peppering wet kisses along your soft skin, from the inside of your knee down to the highest point of your inner thigh, before skipping entirely over your cunt to repeat the process to your other leg.
Each caress of his lips sent chills up your spine, sparks of electricity shooting through your nerves and powering the growing desire within the pit of your stomach. Thankfully, you wouldn't have to suffer much longer as his second trip down ended with the warm sensation of his tongue swiping through your lower lips with a careful curiosity.
A sound crossed between a sigh and a moan floated through him before his hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs and he all but dove his head toward your pussy; lapping messily at the arousal dripping from you while aiming to explore your fluttering walls.
"Oh, shit-" Hands flying to his hair, you gripped at the roots as shock tinted pleasure shot through you, "Oh my god, Chris- Oh, god!"
The only sounds coming from him were muffled moans and lewd slurps, the only instances of his mouth leaving your pussy being him shifting his head up to focus his devilish tongue along your clit, and him pulling away for mere seconds of air before getting back to work.
He was eating you out like a man starved, and all you could do was lay there and take it with wanton moans and whines of his name.
"Chris, baby," you panted breathlessly, fingers tugging at his roots in hopes of gaining his attention, "baby, w-wait-" Pulling a bit harder, you were met with a groan of pleasure, sending your back into a small arch as the vibrations flowed through you.
With a small gasp of air, he pulled away just enough for you to catch the shine of your arousal coating the tip of his nose and lips, pupils blown with a fog of desire that made your mouth run dry.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? D'you wanna stop?"
"No, no, you're amazing - if we stopped now I might actually die," giving him a reassuring smile, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead, "but as wonderful as your tongue is, I'd rather come on your dick first."
"Fuck." Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, he sat up with a groan, "We're going to have to do something about that mouth of yours."
Blinking up at him with faux innocent eyes, you tilted your head, "I'm just telling the truth, sir."
He smirked at the pout set on your lips, leaning over you to nip gently at the flesh, "That's fine, I just wonder what else it can do." Sweeping you into a feather light kiss, he murmured softly, "You'll show me later, though, won't you, princess?"
Your pussy fluttered, clenching around nothing as you nodded without hesitation - only focused on getting those pretty lips, tinted with the taste of your arousal, back on your own.
"Good girl."
Chris pulled back, laughing at your whine of disdain while his hands got to work sliding down his black shorts with ease, shifting to get them fully off and added as the final item to the pile on the floor.
In the midst of all of his moving, you were able to catch a glimpse of just exactly what he was packing and your jaw dropped - the accidental peek you'd seen a month ago barely comparing to the full on staring contest you were having now.
He was big, bigger than most you'd had before in almost every way, and you nearly began to consider if it would even fit; your gaze trailing up the slight curve it held, mouth watering at a prominent vein running along the side.
"I'll go slow."
Your gaze snapped back up to meet his own, the previously cocky aura he held now warm and comforting, and your - admittedly needless - worries subsided.
"And I meant what I said earlier," reaching over to his nightstand, he pulled open a small drawer to take out a small, obvious box, "if you want me to stop, just say so."
Leaning up on your elbows, you watched as he pulled out a foil packet, "Do you know about safewords?"
"Yeah," bringing his full attention back to you, he tilted his head, "d'you have one?"
"Pear, for a hard stop, or the light system if it's easier for you to work with."
Scoffing out a laugh, he shook his head, "Whichever works for you, baby - I'll remember."
As you laid yourself back onto his bed, he made work of ripping open the condom packet, taking out the rubber and sliding it on with careful, yet experienced ease.
"Y'know, I never thought someone could look hot while putting on a condom, but I don't mind being proven wrong." When he ducked his head in embarrassment, a familiar sheepish blush beginning to turn his ears red, you giggled at your small achievement.
"It's our first time together, I didn't want to just assume that... you know." Growing past his shyness, Chris settled himself between your legs once more, one hand holding the back of your knee while the other wrapped around the base of his cock - a shiver of brief relief running down his spine. "Ready?"
Taking a deep breath, you nodded, "Ready."
Dropping his gaze, he leaned forward to press the covered head of his dick against your glistening entrance, biting his lip at the warmth emanating through before pushing onward - working the tip past your walls slowly.
The increasing stretch had a low moan escaping you, each inch introducing a new wave of pain tinted pleasure that shot from the top of your head to your toes. "Fuck, Chris."
He wasn't faring any better on his end, the lack of attention given to his dick since you first sat in his lap had him beyond sensitive and holding fast to his promise like a lifeline - go slow, go slow.
"Relax for me, baby," he gritted out, shivering as your walls clenched around the half of his length he managed to sink in, "just a little more, okay? Just need you to let me in."
"'M trying - you're so big." You couldn't find yourself to care about the desperate whine that took your voice, not when you were being deliciously filled with more to come.
Abandoning his hold on your thigh, he licked the pad of his thumb before bringing it to your clit, rubbing gentle circles in hopes of helping you relax further - and it worked. He was able to slowly sheath the rest of his dick inside of you, breathing a sigh of relief, while you shivered underneath him, canting your hips against the consistent flicks of his thumb against your sensitive nub.
"M-Move- Oh god, please move, Channie."
"Are you sure you're ready for that? I can wait-"
"Channie," looking up at him, you tried your best to give him a firm stare through the mind fogging lust, "I need you to fuck me; the color's green, it's so green, I promise - please, just fuck me already!"
He took his thumb off of your clit in favor of holding onto your hip instead, hovering over your body and keeping himself balanced with his left hand.
Licking his lips, his eyes searched your face for any signs of doubt, but he was simply met with desire and need. "Okay, only because you said please."
A smile lit up your face, and just as you went to give him a teasing reply, your body jolted forward and a surprised moan shot past your lips instead.
Another sharp thrust rocked your body and your hands scrambled to find purchase on his broad shoulders, latching onto him to take every quick, deep thrust he delivered before he fell into a regular pace of thorough strokes that had you seeing stars.
Chris watched every subtle shift in your expression after each thrust, drinking in the cute pinch of your eyebrows and pout of your lips while the sounds of your moans created a symphony in his head.
"Beautiful," he murmured, shifting his knees to allow him to drive deeper into your dripping cunt, "my pretty girl, taking me like you're fucking made for me."
The shift in his hips led you to lift your own, and the resulting graze of his cock against your g-spot had a near pornographic moan leaving you - neighbors be damned.
Swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, he made a mental note to keep that angle as long as he could. "There it is - Fuck, look at you."
Your nails scratched down his shoulder blades, earning a sharp hiss of pain from the man above you, yet he continued on without hesitation.
"I wish I told you sooner," stifling a grunt, he switched up the pace with slow, shallow rolls of his hips, "could've had this pussy wrapped around me every fucking night."
A helpless whine vibrated through you, but the following moan was something neither you or him was prepared for.
"Daddy!"
There was a brief pause, not even lasting a full minute though it was glaringly obvious to you - even in your blissed out haze. Blinking up at him with worried eyes, you were ready to apologize for the mortifying slip up until you realized he wasn't looking down at you in disgust - but, rather, unrestrained lust.
"Daddy, hm? Is that what my pretty baby wants?" Sliding his hand down your thigh, he maneuvered to hook your leg in the crook of his arm and bring it up higher, evidently opening you up more. "I don't mind, it's fitting - you don't need sir right now anyways, isn't that right, princess? So," rutting his hips into yours, a cocky smirk curved his lips, "keep being a good girl and tell daddy just how good he's making you feel."
You could've died right then and there and considered it a fulfilling life; pinned underneath your best friend, your roommate, fucked within an inch of your sanity while he murmurs the dirtiest sentences you ever imagined from those glorious lips of his.
"O-Oh, god- P-Please, daddy-"
"Please, what, baby? I love hearing you beg, but you have to tell me what you want."
He knew what you wanted, he could feel it with each pulse of your cunt, the way your leg tensed in his hold while your body writhed underneath him - you were close, and he wanted to see just how far he could push you.
"I-I want- Fuck-" You squeezed the flexed muscle of his bicep, while your free hand fisted the pillowcase underneath your head, trying your best to gather the brain cells to make a comprehensible sentence through his unrelenting pace. "I wanna come- wanna come for you," blinking up at him with glossy eyes, you submitted instantly, "please, daddy, can I?"
Chris' pace faltered for the smallest of seconds, his heart swelling and his dick aching for the release he'd been fighting back since he entered your warm pussy - there was no use in stalling for more time, not when you needed him as much as he needed you.
"Hold it for just a little longer, princess." When you gave a displeased whine, he leaned down to kiss the pout off of your face, "It won't be long, I promise - ten seconds, you can count with me, yeah?"
Nodding desperately, you snuck another kiss from him before waiting for his next instruction, trying your best to suppress your lingering orgasm.
"Good girl - now, can you use your fingers to play with your clit for me? You can keep holding onto me, just use your free hand."
You followed his directions diligently, quickly licking your index finger before managing to work your arm between your bodies and finding your puffy clit with ease; the lightest touch sending a shock of pleasure through your system.
"'S too much, I-I can't-"
He shushed you, "You can, I know you can, just count with me, okay? Focus on me, baby - starting from ten."
Swallowing back a whine, you took a shivering breath, "T-Ten."
"Good, keep counting."
As your slow, broken countdown continued, he took the time to adjust his position one final time; sitting up straight and using his left hand to gather your leg in the same position as your right, holding you spread open and fully subject to his will.
"Seven... S-Six- Oh my god-" Your eyes rolled, your body feeling like fire was liking at each of your limbs as you rubbed quick circles around your clit.
"Don't stop counting, princess," Chris grunted, licking his lips as sweat beaded along his forehead, "come on, five."
A short sob broke past your lips, eyebrows pinching together, "I c-can't- I can't, daddy!"
"Four." He continued on, angling your legs slightly higher and focusing on the almost hypnotizing wet slapping sound of your pussy all but drenching his cock and the sheets underneath. "Three - almost there, baby, keep holding it for me."
You made a noise, not caring what it sounded like as long as it was known that you were still hanging in there, if only by a thread.
"T-Two - my perfect girl, doing so well for daddy, s-so fucking proud of you," he gritted out, breaths coming in bated pants as he exchanged the speed of this thrusts for more power, watching your back arch off of the bed in the process. "One - come, come for me, baby."
Your body followed through before your mind had the chance to comprehend his words, white-hot pleasure flooding through your veins as you came with a cry of his name - at least, you hoped the sound that came out resembled his name.
Chris groaned, doing his best to fuck you through your orgasm until he came with a shivering gasp, almost pained, high pitched whines falling from his lips with each wave; his dick quickly being surrounded by the warmth of his cum filling the latex.
Hours could've passed before you were able to come back to your senses, blinking your eyes open and dazedly looking at the man above you.
Even after sending you to the moon and back, he looked as breathtaking as ever; chest heaving and head tossed back, large hands now caressing your thighs as your feet met the mattress once more.
"Fuck." He laughed breathlessly, lifting his head to look at you with glittering eyes, "You okay? That- I didn't go too far, did I?"
Oh, he was going to be the death of you.
Shooting him a tired smile, you shook your head, "I'm more than okay - that was amazing, daddy."
You didn't miss the way his dick twitched inside of you from your words, his hands squeezing you softly.
"Princess, as much as I love hearing you say that, I might end up fucking you through the mattress if you keep it up."
Biting your lip, you not-so-subtly glanced at the open box on his nightstand before looking at him with daring eyes, "If I call you my boyfriend, can you fuck me into the next morning?"
He paused as if heavily pondering your words, then slowly pulled out of your sensitive walls with a grunt, "If you let me call you my girlfriend and let me take you on a date, you can call me both and I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
A bright smile found its way to your face and you nodded happily, "Deal, boyfriend."
With a grin as bright as the sun, he made quick work of taking off the used condom before tying it and tossing it in the small trash near his nightstand; returning to hover over you with warm eyes, "Deal, girlfriend."
Safe to say, he upheld his end of the deal with flying colors, and you planned the date as soon as you regained the ability to walk a day later.
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Mattheo making a girl cum by praising her and its in class just little whispers and she dry humps him so desperately in a slytherin party he calls her bunny
「 ✦ Duel of Desires. ✦ 」
Mattheo riddle x reader
Summary (Request) : Furious at what Mattheo did in class, I set out for revenge. But my carefully crafted plan takes an unforeseen twist
Warning : Dry Humping , public sex ,fingering , dom/sub dynamics , praise kink
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A prickling sensation on my thigh interrupted my meticulous Charms notes. Glancing down, I found Matteo's hand, his fingers tracing idle patterns against the soft skin of my thigh .
A playful annoyance bubbled up inside me. Here we were, Professor Flitwick droning on about the Levitation Charm, and Matteo was turning my thigh into his own personal canvas.
"Mattheo," I hissed, swatting his hand away without breaking eye contact with the restricted professor.
He winked at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Just admiring your concentration, love. Makes you look positively fierce."
My cheeks flushed, not entirely from his suggestive comment. Professor Flitwick, with his booming voice and magnified eyes, felt like a hawk perpetually circling the classroom.
"Focus, Mattheo," I murmured, trying to reign in my scattered attention. Transfiguration had been a disaster this morning thanks to his constant teasing, and I wasn't about to let Charms suffer the same fate.
"But you're so much more fascinating than Levitation," he countered, his voice barely a whisper. He brushed his hand against my thigh again, this time lingering a beat longer.
Frustration bubbled over. "Mattheo! We have an exam coming up, and I need to actually learn something."
He chuckled, the sound low and warm against my ear. "Relax, love. You're a natural. Besides, who needs a wand when you have me?"
My irritation morphed into something a little more heated. This wasn't the first time Mattheo's playful teasing had crossed the line in class. The thrill of stolen moments was undeniable, but the risk of detention or worse, Professor McGonagall's withering stare, loomed large.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to play his game. Leaning in close, I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Alright, Romeo," I said, using a nickname reserved for those rare, stolen moments,"but if you distract me any further, your punishment will be far more… delightful than detention."
A surprised laugh escaped his lips. He met my gaze, his eyes darkened with desire. "Game on, then, witch."
As I attempted to focus on the lecture, a sudden touch on my knee jolted me. Glancing towards Matteo, I found him diligently transcribing the board's contents into his notebook, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. His left hand remained hidden under the table, adding to the clandestine nature of his actions.
I tried to discreetly shake my leg to deter his advances, but his hand deftly maneuvered to my thigh, securing a hold on my skirt. His touch sent a tingling sensation through me, disrupting my concentration.
Professor Flitwick's voice cut through the room, requesting me to read aloud from the textbook. Despite my racing heart, I began to read, acutely aware of Matteo's lingering touch inching closer to a more intimate area.
Despite the electrifying distraction, I forced myself to continue reading, attempting to ignore Matteo's provocative gestures. However, his subtle movements became more daring, culminating in a direct contact that made my breath hitch.
His whispered words added to the tension, leaving me flustered and unable to fully focus on the task at hand. The classroom seemed to fade into the background as Matteo's actions dominated my senses.
As Professor Flitwick instructed Matteo to continue reading, a mischievous smirk played on his lips while his hand, hidden under the table, ventured into forbidden territory. His index finger delicately teased my clit, sending a shiver down my spine as I tried to maintain composure and focus on his reading. The weight of Professor Flitwick's gaze lingered, making every movement feel amplified and dangerous.
"Thank you, Mattheo," Professor Flitwick's words acted as a temporary interruption, drawing attention away from our covert exchange.
His touch became more daring as his whole hand began to rub circles against my clit, causing me to clench my legs tightly together. “ don’t close your legs bunny “ A hushed command slipped from his lips when he ensured that Professor Flitwick wasn't observing our clandestine interaction.
"You're so beautiful when you struggle for me," he murmured, his words a tantalizing mixture of praise and provocation.
As his fingers sadly ceased their movement, I closed my eyes in an attempt to steady my racing heartbeat. Our pretense of innocence continued as we both feigned concentration, with him jotting notes in his notebook and me doing the same, all the while feeling the lingering heat from his touch between my thighs.
My quill trembled in my hand as his middle fingertip teased my entrance, a subtle reminder of the delicious tension that pulsed between us.
"You're doing such a good job," he whispered, the words dripping with desire and satisfaction.
As his finger continued its tantalizing dance on my clit, my senses heightened, and the room seemed to blur around us. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me , his right hand came to my notebook and reading what I wrote
His whisper in my ear sent shivers down my spine, his words laced with admiration. "So smart," he praised, his voice barely audible over the classroom's ambient sounds.
A soft moan escaped my lips as his finger teased my sensitive clit, drawing attention from those around us.
“Is there a problem Miss (Y/L/N)?”, Professor Flitwick's inquiring voice momentarily broke the spell
Mattheo sped up his pace and i gulped, shaking my head “Nothing just…I hit my leg.”
His thumb pressed against my clit, a silent command for me to focus, even as waves of pleasure washed over me.
"Silence, darling," he whispered, his touch igniting a fire within me, making me stand at the edge of my seat “it makes me smile when you drip like that before i even touched you “
The intense sensations brought tears to my eyes, but I fought to maintain composure, desperately searching for any distraction. ,and then I noticed his bulge deliberate flex of his thigh muscle all added to the dizzying mix of pleasure and tension I moved my hands but he catch them with his free hand .
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned firmly, his smirk evident in his voice.
Mattheo's skilled fingers pushed me to the brink repeatedly, each pause amplifying my desire. I felt like I was on the verge of losing control, his smirk and chuckle signaling his triumph.
"I admire your strength, bunny," he praised, pushing me closer to the edge. "Cum for me, pretty one," he commanded, igniting a blazing inferno within me with his mere touch. It was a paradox of ecstasy and frustration, and I cum so hard it was insane, leaving me questioning how such intense desire could be evoked with such minimal contact.
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I sat in my dimly lit room, wrapped in a cozy blanket, my favorite book lying forgotten on my lap. The decision weighed heavily on my mind—to go or not to go to the Slytherin party. Earlier that morning, Mattheo's teasing in class had left me flustered and frustrated, but now, as I replayed those moments in my head, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
The memory of his touch, his whispered words, and the forbidden thrill of our secret interactions still lingered, leaving me feeling a delicious ache between my thighs. I pretended to be mad at him for crossing boundaries during Professor Flitwick's lecture, but deep down, I knew I was equally to blame for letting the tension build to such intoxicating levels.
As I contemplated my next move, the allure of the party beckoned to me—a chance to indulge in the forbidden, to dance on the edge of danger. I could almost feel the pulsating music, the dim lights, and the whispered promises of excitement and pleasure.
"Two can play this game," I thought, my heartbeat quickening with anticipation. The thrill of the unknown, coupled with the lingering desire from our unfinished business, fueled my decision. With a determined grin, I tossed the blanket aside and rose from my bed.
I selected a tiny, short green top , hugging my curves in a way that exuded confidence. Paired with a sleek pair of black shorts, a bold statement . Adding a touch of glamour, I applied a vibrant red lipstick that accentuated my lips, and I let my hair cascade down in loose waves, framing my face.
To balance the daring look, I threw on a large black hoodie( that won’t stay on for too long) , leaving the zipper slightly open.The contrast between the snug, the revealing outfit
Tonight, I would embrace the tantalizing dance of temptation and desire, fully aware that every step taken towards the Slytherin party would lead me deeper into the seductive web we had woven together.
"Hey, y/n! Glad you made it," Enzo greeted me with a mix of surprise and warmth as I entered the party. He glanced at me, momentarily taken aback, before announcing my presence to everyone in the room.
"Y/n's here!" Enzo exclaimed, drawing attention to me. "Matt said you were sick and wouldn't be able to come."
I flashed a smile, inwardly amused by Matteo's excuse. "I feel so much better now," I replied, playing along and maintaining an innocent facade. Despite trying to act casual, I couldn't help but notice the gazes lingering on my chest, emphasizing the alluring effect of the green top I had chosen. I met Matteo's eyes, silently acknowledging the unspoken game between us.
He was clearly irritated by the attention I was drawing, but I couldn't help but feel victorious in my little game. With a determined smile, I made my way over to where he was seated, bypassing the available seats and settling directly onto his lap.
I leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek and greeted him, "Hi, handsome." His eyes reflected a mix of frustration and anger as he tightly wrapped his arms around my waist, though I played innocently by running my fingers through his hair.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked with a harsh tone, clearly not pleased.
"Just here to see you," I replied, my gaze batting innocently at him. "Felt terrible staying angry after our little disagreement this morning." A sly smile played on my lips. "Didn't you miss me?"
Before he could reply, a voice cut through the charged atmosphere."Matteo, mate, another drink?" Jack, or perhaps that was his name, stood beside us, his gaze politely averted. A flicker of something unreadable crossed Matteo's face.
After Jack melted back into the crowd, Matteo's voice dropped to a low growl. "I see what you're doing."
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off again. "And zip up that damn hoodie." His hand reached for the zipper, but I caught his wrist , realizing how close it was to my sensitive areas.
"No," I countered, my voice firm but playful. "It's stiflingly hot in here. Perhaps I'll just take it off ."I strategically brushed my hips against him, scanning the surrounding area for any watchful eyes. Thankfully, the party was in full swing, a blur of dancing bodies and overflowing drinks.
"Stay still," he said through gritted teeth, a hint of desperation lacing his voice.
Despite his demand for me to stop moving, I couldn't resist the temptation to tease him further. My actions were deliberate, a playful challenge to his control.
"Why? Does it bother you?" I asked, feigning innocence but knowing exactly the effect I was having on him. His grip on my waist tightened, a silent warning.
"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he warned, his voice low and tinged with desire.
I leaned in closer, our faces mere inches apart. "Maybe I like the heat," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear.
A startled gasp escaped my lips as his hand squeezing the plush of my ass , a possessive gesture that sent a tremor through me. The heat of his gaze seemed to sear through the carefully constructed facade of innocence, the tell-tale flush creeping up my neck a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. My breath hitched, a silent whimper escaping my lips as I unconsciously pressed closer, the frantic rhythm of our breaths mirroring the rising tension.
He could see the flustered look i had on because of the thought of being caught trying to dry-hump him. But he could see the reddened tips of my ears and hear my small whimpers along with your breaths heavying the more i pressed myself against him.
He leaned in, his lips trailing a path of fire down my neck before finding a more sensitive spot. A jolt of electricity shot through me, a strangled moan almost escaping my lips.
"Did you truly believe you held the reins, darling?" he murmured, a sardonic edge to his voice.
"Still dwelling on this morning, aren't you, my love?" His words came out in a murmured tone, a sly smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "I find this new side of you quite appealing—so eager and yearning for me that you couldn't resist acting on your desires."
He could discern the flustered expression I wore, a result of the daring move of trying to dry-hump him. Yet, he also noticed the reddened tips of my ears and heard the soft whimpers escaping me, blending with the deepening breaths as I pressed myself against him.
After a teasing kiss to my neck, his tone turned huskier as he remarked, "Did you honestly believe you were in control, bunny?"
"Still dwelling on this morning, aren't you, my love?" His words came out in a murmured tone, a sly smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "I find this new side of you quite appealing—so eager and yearning for me that you couldn't resist acting on your desires."
In response, I nodded, a small whimper escaping my lips, as I ground my throbbing need against his hardened bulge. "P-please, I need you," I pleaded, my desperation evident.
"You look exquisite when you're craving my cock to fill you up, love," he whispered, his voice filled with lust and desire.
"How badly do you want me to satisfy you, baby?" He inquired, his hand moving forward to gently stimulate my neglected bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb.
"Badly, very badly," I replied quickly, my voice trembling with desperation, as I lifted my head to meet his gaze, my eyes silently imploring him to fulfill my intense yearning.
I took a deep breath, my voice quivering with need as I angled my hips to align my still-covered entrance with his cock.
"Please," I breathed, my plea hanging in the air as he teased me, moving my hips against his bulge with his hands firmly gripping my ass.
His teasing sent shivers down my spine, making my heart race. "Please, Matt, I need you. Please stop teasing me," I begged, leaning forward to press soft kisses along his jawline and down to his neck.
A guttural groan escaped him as I sucked on his skin, leaning his head back , giving me more space marking him as mine, marks he would wear with pride the next day. "Fuck, bunny, you don't know what you're doing to me," he grunted.
His hardened cock rubbed against my clothed pussy, sending a delightful tingling sensation through my entire body. "Feels so good," I moaned breathlessly, my hand entangled in his dark hair, while I moved on him with increasing fervor.
His hips bucked against mine, his cock rubbing me just right through our clothes. "I could cum like this. Do you feel good too?" I asked, pulling his hair slightly to lift his face as I demanded his lips to meet mine. Our kiss was messy, his tongue taking the lead effortlessly.
Despite us being almost fully dressed, he made me feel incredible, my pleasure building rapidly as I rode him and rubbed my clit on his cock eagerly.
Suddenly, he took control, moving me faster. My head fell back, and I trembled heavily in his hands. "Don't stop, please, Matt. I'm close," I whimpered, my hands balling into fists on his chest, crumpling the fabric of his shirt.
He encouraged me with soft kisses, his hips bucking harder against mine, causing me to feel him twitching. That was my breaking point.
I came hard, my moans and profanities filling the air. I barely noticed how tightly I had clenched my hands into his chest, quickly withdrawing when I realized I might have left a few marks. What would our friends say? Panic started to set in.
But he cut through my thoughts, burying his face in my neck, his lips grazing against my shoulder. "Don’t panic, bunny. No one was watching, and if that makes you feel any better, I would kill anyone who did."
I smiled, reassured by his words, and felt his hands roam around my back.
"Now, lets take this to your room. Enough with the games " he said, zipping up my hoodie before standing up.
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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝓙𝓔𝓩𝓔𝓑𝓔𝓛, nanami kento !
an indulgence in nanami, his sweet intern, and their shared insanity.
ಇ. summary. fem!reader, smut, dark content, age gap (reader early 20s, nanami late 30s), mildly dubcon, power imbalance, boss/intern relationship, daddy kink, dubious morality, dom/sub elements, seduction, internal conflict, corruption. minors do not interact !!
ಇ. notes. believe it or not, i love nanami, but with that comes my desire to absolutely ruin his life. sorry hun 🩷
nanami's index and middle eagerly dip into the cavern of your mouth, swimming in your saliva as it fills up the crevice between his thick fingers. his features contort in anguish at the way your tongue swirls around him. the noise he lets out is almost wounded, bringing up his other hand to cover his mouth.
digging your knees into the carpet, you tighten your lips around his digits, sucking him in like a whore, gruesome imagery that has his cock straining his pants. every logical bone in nanami's body aches to push you away, yet here he is, ensnared, watching with a strange contained horror as you drool around him.
watching. like a monster lurking in the shadows, knees spread as he sits back in his wanton throne.
he lets your eyes roll back, thumb poking against your cheek as you suckle on his jaded fingers.
it's so much easier to keep from thinking with your satiny mouth enveloping him, soothing him in a violent sear all through his body.
experimentally, nanami pushes his fingers back just enough to trigger your little reflex, watching you gag, lashes fluttering in brief panic as he lets out this awful, guttural groan—he's endeared.
what is wrong with him? what the fuck is wrong with him...?
and why can't he stop?
he's reigned in from bliss by a slurry of soft sounds that drench his hands, the cold steel of his watch bumping your chin.
"what is it?" nanami blurts, question incongruous with his own dizzied tone.
"wanna tashte yoh..." you mumble, fluttering your lashes even though they're thick with globs of tears from where you gagged around him. "please, nanami..."
no. he can't let you. he can't. he's already let this go too far—
nanami bites the inside of his cheek. before he can even reply, you're unfurling his belt, metal clinking darkly.
"fuck..." he pants, wet hand moving out of your mouth to slide across his face. his nose-bridge glistens with your sticky saliva, "goddamnit..."
his lets his eyes shut briefly as you free him from his cotton confines. leaning forward with intent, you take his cock into your palm, noting the way your fingertips struggle to meet around him. he pants harder, gasps for breath, grits his teeth.
"s—sweetheart..." nanami breathes.
open your eyes. see how disgusting i am.
you only answer him with a soft exhale, hardly a sigh. he's alerted to the pink of your lips first as your mouth pools around his tip, and then a shaky, untried breath, and then a barrage of images strike him, a violent, vivid list of things he wants to do to you. his muscles seize up in an attempt to keep himself restrained.
strategically flattening your tongue against his tip, you watch for any kind of reaction like a hawk snatching up its prey. made-up eyes sparkle while inspecting the new crease in his brow, drowning in his destruction.
he stares at you, despairing, a large hand coming up to brush against your cheek. you lap up the affection, crooning into it, insatiable greed spilling out in the form of syrupy saliva. it dribbles messily to the base of his cock, a token of your yearning, the same that held him in his chair as you puddled at his feet.
there was nothing right about this. nothing remotely, possibly, vaguely right. nothing that nanami could scramble to find while taking advantage of your naivety, surmising that perhaps you two could be together, fleetingly, as two adults in two very different stages of life.
because it's so easy. it's so easy to take you when you're so willing, so eager. all his. you leap for his attention, at any cost—how high is never a factor in your decision. his greedy little intern.
his precious little girl.
he's cradling your head in his palms, feeling the heat pooling in your cheeks, nesting in your hair when he breaches your throat with a strained grunt.
squinting your eyes, you rush to take it all, inviting nanami to meld you to his will. he grimaces when your nails dig into his skin through his pants, imagining the terrible thoughts gushing through your mind about wanting to please him more than anything. then, pleasure lurches through him, his own body betraying his morals.
you rut your mouth up and down on him, slobber drenching his thighs. nanami's touching you, holding your head, but not for better use—his hands are hot and gentle, like sapped concrete.
"it's okay. you can be rough," you ebb him on, popping off briefly with a smarmy look. "i'm not made of glass, you know."
nanami sneers at the comment. "don't."
"what? don' wanna hurt me? c'mon, i can take it." you pepper kisses up the side of his cock, flushed and magma-hot, rubbing against your cheek.
"god," his hips roil in response to your torment, his breath labored around the words, "the mouth on you..."
"mhm. i'm good with it, right?" you giggle before getting back to your little task. in dizzying motions, you roll your tongue along him, sweet kitten licks souring his conscience, all his fantasies rolling into one diabolical act.
nanami's brain fizzles in dying sparks, eyes rolling. he attempts to let go of you in order to sink his grip into the chair for crushing purchase, but you refuse; little fingers snatch his and bring them to the back of your neck.
kento chokes on a moan as your nose brushes his pelvis, your body floundering weakly for a moment. your instinct for air is obstructed by a growing pressure against the back of your head.
"good girl, that's it..."
pride flourishes in your chest when you're given praise, panties growing stickier from under your skirt. you can't breathe, but it feels too good. the way he keeps you there, maintaining the invasion in your throat, selfish, unchecked lust bleeding out through the cracks of his dignity.
and it's too easy. when he tugs you back, lets you bob your head, gagging on needy gulps and whines, it comes so easily he hardly knows why he was ever so reluctant. so hesitant, and for what? what's the point in holding back if you want it? when you want it rough? when it's exactly what you're begging for? when it's clear that all you want is to be treated like those girls in porn, those girls with fathers who don't care for them, those girls who ask for it, who don't know any better, who get found shot dead in a ditch, legs askew and panties twisted around their ankles, one of those girls.
nanami thrusts forward. shoves his cock down your throat, really, punching a gasp from deep inside your body. he comes with a strained grunt, a ragged whisper of your name, croaked out into the cosmos.
your throat squeezes, something hot and thick gushing into the tight space. gargling, swallowing, spluttering as you thrash for air, nanami's grip slackens.
"s-stop," he jerks, gritting his perfect set of teeth until they creak under the pressure. "stop it, don't—"
the second his grasp on you loosens, the yearning floods again tenfold. in an attempt to regain his rugged affections, you suckle at his cock, panting greedily, tearful eyes wide and owlish with glutton. "d—daddy..."
nanami hisses, overstimulation pricking his nerves. in an instant, he flares up, acid in his gut fizzling, lurching at you.
a choked noise—a squeak—jumps from your spit-glossed lips at once, barely reaching his ears. you're balking at him, not in your usual girlish inflection. this was different. it was scared.
it takes him a few beats to make out the jaunted figure of his knuckles squeezing around your neck, calcifying. a milky rapture. the sight ingrains itself in his mind, carving the image of your wobbling pupils into the shadows of his careful persuasion.
that simple pleasure dissolves as quickly as it came. guilt rears its ugly head, a pit of ice settling in his stomach. nanami churns. had he just...?
recoiling at his own affliction, kento shudders, releasing you at once.
relief is immediate. your lungs swallow up all the air they can, chest expanding for a giant gulp of air. fright begins to subside, but that foreboding darkness in his eyes flashes through your mind in harsh, bright bursts. willowy fingers tremble on-top of his knee, the same that had just lured out that murk in him he desperately despised.
a necklace of torrent red rises to the surface of your skin in the wake of his foul touch. you paw at it weakly, stunned turmoil heavy in your gaze as you blink up at him.
"i—i'm sorry," nanami chokes out, "god, i'm sorry... i don't know what came over me."
"it's okay," you dispel quickly, wiping off the wet trails along your cheeks, because you liked it—his cruelty. it's been your goal since the very beginning. to break him down, to expose that carnality that simmered in his veins. you'd done just that. and even though it had only been for the briefest of seconds, the wound it left was raw, broiling and morbid.
but you liked it.
right?
"no, it's not okay. i went too far." nanami's blood pressure slides as he makes the admission. "i hurt you just now."
"yeah? so what?" you shrug a 'couldn't care less', holding his careful gaze, "i liked it."
a line of revulsion carves into nanami's forehead, deep and unmistakable. fear that it's aimed at you pangs in your chest until he suddenly groans, palming his chiseled face. thin brows sinking, that new wrinkle exaggerated by the untimely turn of events. "god, what the hell have i done to you...?"
your breath hitches at the self-imposed question. it's engrained with frustration, gaunt and responsible. so nanami of him.
and yet he leers inwardly, venom rising in his throat. "can't you see i'm ruining you?"
nanami's words teem with unvarnished emotion, corruption burbling in his deep baritone voice, the corruption you share so blindly, so willingly. it wreaks turbulence unto your vision, wetting your eyes again.
"nanami..."
"i'm so sorry," he pleads. "forgive me. i didn't want this for you. please believe me... you believe me, don't you? that i didn't want—i don't want to be like this."
you fall quiet again. you're still below him, knees starting to ache as you catch your breath.
"i'm sorry," kento mumbles, lifting you so gently upright and pulling you towards him. your head meets his firm chest as his hands come up, one cradling the back of your skull, the other at the small of your back. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry."
"it's okay. i forgive you." you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. despite the soggy shards of concern that lay in pieces at your feet, you croon into him none the less, giving chase once again. to him. to his touch, his protection, his patience.
you want it all.
the anguish, the control, the lacerations of his love.
hurt me.
hurt me.
and i promise i will like it.
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can you do a nate fluff w/ some smut where it's him and the triplets little sister and theyre dating and he keeps wanting to be close to her in but they're in a video so he has to wait and the fans notice when the video comes out? this wasn't specific at all so sorry 😭
SNEAK AWAY (part one)
read part two here
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!nate x sls!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: six of you are on a trip in hawaii! the only downside is that your triplet brothers don’t know you’re dating their best friend.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, FLUFF, swearing, praising
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,208
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i need this man (biblically)
ALSO i have not forgotten about promise it’ll be continued i just want to get through some of my inbox first!
hawaii is a beautiful place. you truly never want to leave.
this trip is for madi’s eighteenth birthday, and you were practically begged to come. not only you, but nate came along, too.
the thing about nate is that you’re in love with him. literally.
you guys have been dating for roughly seven months, and nobody knows about it. it’s only a thing between you and him.
it genuinely feels nice for it to be you and his thing, but it does get annoying because you have to sneak around.
personally, you wouldn’t mind if your brothers never found out. they can’t kill you, but they will hawk nate and kill him.
glancing around the store, you fidget with the straps of your tank top. “nate, come on.”
he glances at you and then back at the condom boxes. the triplets are vlogging the trip thus far, and you guys walked away to come over to this section.
“nathan.”
he sighs, grabbing a box. “you worry about them too much, baby. we’re fine.”
“they can turn down one of these aisles any second and we’ll be busted.” you whisper-yell, pointing around the store.
he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “they’re loud. i’m sure we’ll hear them coming before something bad happens.”
he continues to look at you and smiles.
you cross your arms, bumping a hip out. “what?”
“you’re cute when you’re mad.” he takes his finger and flicks it under your chin before the two of you walk over to the counter and place the condoms on it. you’re still looking around, but there are no same-faced people in sight.
the woman working eyes the both of you, a subtle smirk on her face before scanning the box and putting it in a bag.
he pays for it, and just as you guys turn around you hear voices. “hey guys.” nick greets, looking down at the bag. “what’d you get?”
“some deodorant. i forgot mine at home.” nate answers, nudging your arm softly.
the man-children are recording themselves playing with a ball in an open grass area by the hotel, you and madi watching them from afar. you sigh annoyingly, looking down at your watch.
“i’m going to go up to the room,” you yell, cupping your hands around your mouth so they can hear. they stop playing, focusing now on you. “need to go to the bathroom.”
they give you the okay, and before you know it you’re walking into the hotel suite.
you scroll on your phone, a few minutes passing by before the door opens. you grin widely, nate shutting the door behind him.
he comes over to you and snakes his arms around your waist to pull you close. “i missed you.”
you giggle. “you just saw me.”
sighing, he pulls you into a kiss. the way your mouths move in sync has you craving more. this is the first time you guys are alone, let alone a kiss that’s not a millisecond long.
he pulls away and lifts you, your legs dangling on his sides so he can take you to the bed he’s sharing with chris.
sorry in advance, chris.
he lays you down, kissing your jaw before taking off your shorts. “how much time do you think we have?” you ask.
he shrugs. “like i said before, they’re loud. we’ll hear them coming.”
you blush at his boston accent, one much stronger than yours and your brother’s. even though you’ve heard him talk a hundred times, it’ll always make your heart flutter.
he leaves wet kisses up your chest and neck while he pulls down his bottoms. his kisses finalize on your lips. “i love you a lot.”
you bite your lip, smiling. “i love you too.”
he reaches into the plastic bag he put on the nightstand and grabs the condom box. he rips off one of them and opens it, putting it on when he throws the wrapper somewhere on the ground.
your hands run along his back as he starts to thrust into you, low moans leaving your body.
nate’s thrusts are soft and slow, but it feels more intimate and comforting. you hate the phrase ‘making love’, but it seems like you’re doing just that.
he leans down to kiss you passionately again, his hands flat next to your head. he pulls away, his nose rubbing against yours.
breathing heavily, he moves his hips at a medium pace, going deeper inside of you and just about hitting your g-spot.
your sounds are more high-pitched now, with some profanities flowing through the air as well.
“na—” you begin but get cut off by a gasp once that spot is hit. you throw your head back and arch, balling your hands up to fists. “oh my god.”
“wait just a second, okay?” he rasps out, followed by a groan of his own. “you’re so fucking pretty.”
he hits inside you harder since he’s close to his orgasm and you whimper at how good it feels.
“i’m cumming, baby,” he says before jutting his hips one last time and releasing into the condom.
one last moan and you’re spilling around him. he pulls out, laying on top of your chest as you guys breathe in sync. “imagine they walk in right now?” he jokes.
you slap him on the chest. “better knock on wood, nathan, or we’re going to have some serious issues.”
madi’s birthday rolls around the next day, and it’s the late morning as you guys sit on the couch. your legs are crisscrossed as madi is on her knees.
the four boys are doing some activities outside before all of you go out later for birthday dinner, but you girls want to stay inside in the cool air.
face masks are on your faces, still dressed in pajamas as you guys also paint your nails. “i’m so happy to have another girl around. growing up with four older brothers was not easy.”
she looks up from her painting and gives you a toothy smile before she clears her throat. “can i ask you something?”
“sure.”
“are you sleeping with nate?”
you pause mid-stroke, now looking at the girl across from you.
you chuckle nervously, putting the brush back into the polish. “why do you ask?”
“by the way he ran after you yesterday when you were going back to the room, i knew something was up.”
you hesitate, but you have to tell at least one person. madi you can trust with anything. “not… entirely.”
“what?” her eyes bulge out of her sockets, not expecting you to admit it. “are you like in love with him or something?”
you try to hide your smile, but your face turning beat red gives you away.
her mouth hangs open. “no. way.”
“we’re dating.” you start. “we have been for about seven months. we started talking on my birthday last year, and it escalated from there.”
“omg!” she squeals. “this is the best birthday gift i’ve ever received and it doesn’t even involve me.”
you laugh. “please don’t tell my brothers. they’ll have a heart attack if they find out.”
she zips her lips and throws the key. “my lips are sealed, unlike your le—”
“quit it.”
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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Prey For Me
Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader
Word Count: 4.3k
Genre: Smut, Dom!Jongho, Sub Reader, Marriage Au
Warning⛔️: Dom/Sub, praise, unprotected sex(wrap it tf up!), manhandling, rough sex, fingering, possessive Jongho, marking, primal/prey play, oral (receiving), cream pie, cum play, spanking, choking, manhandling, mirror sex, if I missed anything let me know👀
nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞
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“Oh baby…You wanted to do this tonight? You really are spoiling me.” Jonghos voice echoed out through your shared home. You had brought up to him months ago that you wanted to try a new kink you had read about, primal play. Jongho in his day to day life was a soft hearted, sweet man, he was always good to you. Yet in the bedroom? It was a whole different ball game. Jongho would have you seeing the galaxy, that's how good he was. He was always so dominant and each time you’d love to push his buttons a little more and more. When you had brought up the idea to him, he immediately was on board.
These last couple of weeks for Jongho had been so busy, he was in and out of the office so much, working himself for the perfect life you both lived. He finally had a full weekend off and on Friday you wanted to try things out, which would take Jongho completely by surprise.
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The house was pitch black, it was well past 10pm. Jongho entered his home, placing his suitcase on the ground. Flicking on the light switch he realized the whole house was dark, no lights were lit, nothing was on. The only light that was illuminating the house was the lightning outside, a hard roar of thunder cracked. He let a small smile grow on his face. He started to undo his tie, slowly walking further into his house, it was clear as day you cut off the fuse box just for this moment.
“Oh my love, you really do spoil me.” You heard him call out, his voice echoing in the home causing your cunt to clench, you could hear his leather shoes clack against the ground, the sounds echoing around you. Letting out a small chuckle, he started to unbutton his suit coat, you could clearly hear every unbutton being done. He was taking his time with you, the ball was in his yard and were you two going to play. You decided to stay hidden in the pantry. You could hear him but he was not in your sight, yet you knew he was coming close, like he was sniffing you out.
As each step grew closer, your cunt got wetter, he was stalking you out, waiting to pounce at the right moment.
“I can smell that sweet cunt from here. I know you are dripping wet for me already. Go ahead baby, rub on that pretty pussy for me.”
Biting your lip to suppress a moan, you knew you were dripping from the thrill of him finding you, searching for you, stalking you like you were his next meal, that alone had you ready to cum. Trying your best not to touch yourself you crush your legs together hoping to get some stimulation to hold you over til he finds you. His shoes echoing with each step, his stride was so confident, he knew he was going to find you and turn you out. You should’ve stretched prior to this because you know, you will not be walking tomorrow.
He stops right before the kitchen, suit jacket off, tie undone, his black button down, with two buttons undone at the top, that cocky smirk on his face, and his eyes that are glazed over, he looks feral yet so delicious. You hawk him down through the cracks in the pantry door, watching his every move, the air is thick with desire, thick with lust, thick with want.
“I’ll even give you a head start baby, I’ll count to five, so you can pick a new hiding spot.” He walks slowly around the island, shoes echoing with each step, your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. You clutch your shorts, excitement tingling your spine. You hear him let out a small chuckle once more, he walks backwards, eyes drifting to the pantry door, a smile crept on his face as he exited the kitchen. Your hand slowly opened the pantry door, quietly trying to make a run for it, quickly trying to run out of the same exit Jongho had left from, darting to your bedroom. You quietly open the door, dashing inside. Stopping right before your bed frame when you notice his suit coat is laid out on it.
“My, my, my, what do we have here?” His husky voice echoed through the room. Causing you to freeze in place, your hands trembling with excitement. He got you exactly where he wanted you, falling right into his trap. Checkmate.
Slowly turning around you lock eyes with him. His body lax against the side of the door, his black button up unbuttoned right above his navel, belt undone, tie loose, and his head tilted back against the wall. His eyes were glazed over in feral desire, he didn’t even have to work hard for his meal to come to him.
You stood still, body slightly shaking, you made a move to the side of the bed, trying to place as much distance between the two of you. Clenching your thighs together as you move. Jongho studied your every movement like he was permanently burning it into his brain. He lets out a deep sigh, clearly enjoying this cat and mouse game.
“Baby, when I tell you I’m going to finger your pretty pussy till you cry for me to stop.” He lifts his body off the wall, eyes locking onto yours, taking small steps towards you.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard into the mattress all only thing you’ll know how to say is my name.” Your pussy clenches at his words. You bite your lip to keep in the moan that is threatening to escape. As he gets closer to you, you take a step back, he's creeping upon you like a tiger that is just waiting for the right moment to pounce.
“I’m going to cover you in marks so when you step outside people know who you belong to.” You back into the wall, you have nowhere to go, your eyes dart around looking for an escape. Shooting to the bedroom door. Just as you move your body to make a run for the door. Jongho speaks up..
“Don’t even think about it.” He grits out through his teeth.
You make a quick dart for the door before you can even get two feet off the ground. His hand shoots out wrapping around your throat, shoving you against the wall. You choke out a moan, his hand wrapping tightly around you. He brings his other hand up to play with the strings on your shorts before shoving his hand down your shorts, fingers grazing over your soaked panties.
“Oh baby…I’m about to ruin you.” He chuckles out, bringing his hand out of your shorts to suck the essence of you off of his fingers, tucking his head in between your neck, leaving wet kisses along your neck to your collarbone. Lifting you from the wall he walks with you carefully to the bed, dropping you on it, letting your body flop down. His eyes rake over you, he looks like he’s going to devour you in one swallow. Like he’s a starved man and you are his first meal, ever. His hands brush over your thighs lightly, causing your body to jerk. You are wound up so tightly that you are sure the first orgasm he brings you will have you seeing the milky way.
“Where should I even begin my little mouse?”
His hand comes up under your shorts sliding over your soaked panties again, he lets out a small groan. Hooking your panties he slowly drags them down along with your shorts, your wet cunt being on display for him. You let out a small whine at the feel of the cool air hitting your sopping cunt.
“Look at this pretty pussy. Is this all for me baby?”
He stares at your cunt like it’s a prized possession, likes it’s his treasure. Your cunt clenches around nothing as you buck your hips up. His fingers run over your puffy lips, soaked with your arousal.
“Jongho please touc-“
His hand swiftly comes down slapping your pussy, taking you by surprise you arch your back, the whine that means your mouth is damn near pornographic.
“Answer my question baby, don’t make me ask again.”
“Yes! Yes! Daddy it’s all for you, now please touch me.”
He plunges two of his thick fingers into you, causing you to let out a gasp, his fingers wiggle around in your cunt. Drawing them out slowly he slams them back in moving at a quick and skilled pace, the room already feels like it’s getting hotter. Your hand shoots down to grab his wrist, not wanting to cum just yet. He lightly slaps your hand away from him.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? I’m giving you what you want, baby.” He grabs you by the throat bringing you closer to his face, his two fingers still pistoning in and out of you. Pushing his lips softly against yours, you could taste the hard candies that he has in his office on his tongue, mouth as sweet as sugar. His tongue clashes with yours, the kiss heating up fast. He is soaking up the air from you with his lips, leaving you breathless. He slightly pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two, letting his tongue run over your bottom lip he nips at it, your head rolling back, toes beginning to curl, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
“You hear that baby? You hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s been waiting for me to get home, hasn't she?” He chuckles out, fingers now slowing down, the tips of his fingers pushing right against that spongy spot in you, bringing his lips to your neck, he starts to suck bruises onto your neck, marking you for the whole world to see.
Drawing his fingers out he brings them up to your lips, letting your mouth open, you suck on his fingers, moaning at the tangy taste of yourself, your swore you heard a small growl leave him. Backing up he quickly unbuttons the rest of his shirt, leaving it wide open for you to rake your eyes over his well built chest, he had been attending the gym more with his colleague San and Yeosang and was it paying off.
“Get on the floor.” Scrambling off the bed as quickly as possible you kneel on the floor in front of him, pussy on display from the back in the mirror that he hung up purposely on the closet door, folds glistening as the lightning lights up the room, the sounds of the rain, and heavy breathing is all that’s floating in the room. He sits on the bed, you tuck yourself further in between his legs, your hands coming upon each of his thighs, nails slightly digging into the fabric of his pants.
“You are going to suck my cock like a good girl, and I might just let you cum.” Your eyes flicker from his face to his thick bulge in his pants, it looks like he’s going to burst through the seams at any moment. You undo his pants, shimmying them down his legs, your hands run over the muscles in his thighs, heavily hypnotized by the way they flex as your fingers sweep across his skin. His cock is red and oozing pre cum at the tip, standing hard and tall against his toned stomach. It sent a tingle down your skin to know that he was just as aroused as you were. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. While he gazes at you like you are the most precious thing in this world. He slightly strokes his cock, precum continuing to ooze out, smacking his cock into your tongue, rubbing his precum over your lips before smacking it down once again. The weight of his cock on your tongue had your mouth watering, you hadn’t even started sucking him off, yet your mouth was starting to drool. He slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, sliding in and out slowly. He always enjoyed how quickly you submitted to him, how much that action showed you trusted him was enough to make him bust quickly.
Palming the top of your head he grabs the back of it, bringing your mouth down on his cock, his slow and steady thrusts had your cunt clenching with anticipation of getting stuffed. He lets out a groan, his head rolling back in pleasure, trying his best not to cum at the sight of you kneeling before him with your mouth happily stuffed with his cock.
“Touch that pussy for me baby, get her extra wet.”
He murmurs out. Rolling his head forward to look at your glistening cunt through the mirror he sees you spread your lips open, slipping two fingers inside of yourself, causing you to moan on his cock which almost sends him into an orgasm. His hips start to pick up pace, your fingers matching the rhythm at which his hips are moving. His grip on your neck is getting tighter, you know he’s close to cumming, you let out a long hum sending a vibration onto his cock, causing his hips to buck up once more. Bringing your slick coated hand up to his balls, giving them a firm rub, wanting him to reach his peak quicker. He slows his thrusting down, bringing your mouth all way down onto him, your nose brushes over his skin, trying your best to breath out of your nose, giving his balls a firm grasp once more, he groans, unloading right down your throat, not even giving you the chance to taste him. The warmth of him fills your stomach up. Letting go of your head, his arm braces his fall back on the bed. His eyes are screwed shut, his chest is moist with sweat.
His black button up clinging to his skin, with his pants around his ankles, the room thick with lust, and your want for him clouding the room. Kicking off his shoes and pants he scoots back on the bed, muscular legs spread, his dick still hard, and a gaze now set on you that says he wants to swallow you whole.
“Come on pretty girl, get up here.” He says while patting the open spot in between his legs, crawling up from the floor you settle in between his legs on the bed, while your body is slightly towering over him, you clearly can tell who has the upper hand here, who is truly the power of authority between the both of you. With his finger he motions for you to turn around. Your back now pressed to his chest, his hand pushes open your legs, your soaking cunt on display, your inner thighs are dripping with your arousal. His fingers brush over your navel, causing you to shutter.
“So responsive today my love, look at my pretty girl.” He kisses the side of your head.
“Look at how gorgeous you are, my love, and I barely have touched you.” He kisses along your jaw, leaving small bruises into your skin once again. One of his hands hook your legs over his own so you are fully spread eagle for him. His other hand danced along your pussy lips, so close to touching your clit but so far away. Your hips grind up.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
You let out a small whine, trying to grind your pussy into his hand so you can get some friction.
“I want you, pleaseeee Jjong please touch me, I’ve waited all day for you.” He pauses from giving you hickies, smiling into your neck, breathing in your scent like he’s trying to permanently burn it into his brain. His fingers rub at your clit, taking you by surprise you let out a loud moan tossing your head back onto his shoulder.
“My god…” you whisper out quietly.
With his thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles his other fingers dance along your folds gathering all your juices up before plunging into your sopping hole, the squelching noises echoing the room, his fingers starting off with an immediate fast pace. Your hands try to find stable grounding by gripping the sheet. Biting your lip to try your best to keep your moans in, his fingers coming down hard while rubbing your clit.
“Look at me baby.” He groans out in a raspy tone, you tilt your head forward, locking eyes with him through the mirror, trying your best to keep your eyes open. The way his fingers are brushing along your spongy spot it has your toes curling in an instant. Your eyes screw shut as your body shutters and the feeling of an orgasm creeping.
“I said look at me baby, let me see those pretty eyes.” He whispers in your ear while kissing along the side of your face, trying your best to keep your eyes open, you grab his hand trying to slow his fingers down, his strength outmatches yours and he’s hammering away at your soaking cunt. His eyes locked on your every moment like he’s watching his dinner be prepared for him, like he’s a starved man who's getting ready to feast. Your moans getting louder and louder.
“Jongho, Jongho please, please!”
“Look at this pussy baby, look at the way she’s swallowing my fingers.” His thumb applies pressure to your clit causing the orgasm gates to break, arching your back off his chest, you cum with a curdling scream. Orgasm so powerful you are convinced you could power on the fuse box from that scream alone. His fingers come to slower pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. Placing soft kisses amongst your neck, sending you words of praise. Not evening getting a full second to breath he tosses you on your back, his muscular build towering over your body. When the lightning in the room illuminates, it catches a certain piece of jewelry, catching his eye. Letting his index finger run from under your knee down to your ankle, admiring the silver piece of jewelry that hung from it.
“Baby…You wore this just for me?”
He says through a groan, his finger now toying with the silver anklet that spelled out Choi. You wanted him to know you were his, and his only. Gripping one leg in each hand, folding you in half so your ankles hung by each one of his ears. He suddenly slammed his hips into you causing you to arch your back as far as you could, his sudden movements taking you by surprise. His moist lips come down to your ear, nipping at the lobe.
“You want me to wear your pretty legs as accessories? Is that what it is?”
He groans into your ear, your pussy clenches on him, with a mixture of his harsh thrusts and the squelching noises leaving you, you know you are on the brink of another orgasm already. Bringing his hand down to slap your ass, you are trying to ground yourself but the way he’s thrusting in and out of you, you might not make it to see tomorrow.
“Answer me, pretty girl.” He grits out through clenched teeth. You let out a whimper, arching your back so your clothed chest is flushed against his.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I want you to wear me!” You scream out in a breathless tone. Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull. You are positive you can see your brain with how far back your eyes are. Letting that signature smirk take over his features, you hear the slight chuckle he makes. Bending your body further, your knees almost touching the mattress by your ears. The sudden shift in positions has you seeing fireworks. You claw at his arms trying to stutter out any sentence.
“Look at you, all pretty for me. You hear that baby? You hear that pussy making noises for me? Always such a wet cunt for me.
” Pushing both of your legs together so he can hold them in one hand while he brings his other hand to run over your sopping cunt, brushing lightly over your puffy clit sends you right over the edge, the pressure of his fat cock hitting your sweet spot along with his dirty talk pushes you past the tipping point.
“Jongho!!” You scream out, back arching, your nails dig into his arms, leaving angry red lines on his skin, that he will proudly wear around later. Cooing at you he lightly rubs your clit.
“Go on baby, make a mess for me.” He says in awe, he loved to see when you would break for him, it was like affection for him, love prickled at his skin when he’d see you fall apart. Removing his thumb from your clit, he paused his thrusting, letting you catch your breath, your body felt slick with sweat and cum. Your throat felt dry from all the moaning and screaming yet you knew this wasn’t the ending of what was yet to come. Slowly he pulls his cock out of you, causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of him in you. He swiftly brings a hand down, smacking your pussy, taking you completely by surprise, you let out a filthy moan.
He slaps his cum coated cock onto your pussy, the wet smacking sounds making you whimper, his cock head brushes over your clit, causing your body to jerk, you grip the sheets trying to move away from him. He catches you in a firm grip.
“Where do you think you are going baby?” He rasps out causing your eyes to roll back, this was going to be a very long night. Lining himself up with your hole he slowly slides in, you can feel every vein, every inch of his girth dragging along your wet, warm walls. You clench at the stimulation causing his hips to slightly jerk, his other hand coming down to grip your hand, lacing your fingers in his, reminding you in fact that you are his. Bringing your hand to his lips he places kiss on your knuckles. The twinkle in your eye that shined whenever he did such gestures. You felt your heart flood and your pussy get wetter, could you have been blessed with a more perfect man? Letting your hand go he shoves your legs back to your chest. He starts to slowly pick up pace, causing your body to move with each thrust, his hand snakes down into the shirt you never removed, flipping it up so he could see your breast jiggle with each movement. Letting out a groan at the sight, he brings his cool lips down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on it, before moving to your other nipple and doing the same, salvia coating both of them, leaving hickies in between and on each breast before leaving a trail up to your collarbone, lips attaching to the front of your throat. His hips are swiftly moving in and out of you.
Your juices coating his inner thighs with a mixture of cum and arousal, he sits up grabbing your ankle with the anklet on it, placing kisses along skin that is around the jewelry.
“Look at you, covered in our cum, wearing our last name on your body.” He groans out, hand tightening on your hip, sure to leave bruises that you know you will love to trace your fingers over later.
“You like being Mrs. Choi, pretty girl? You like when people stare and see those marks on you?” He spits out, a moan getting caught in his throat before he continues..
“Because I love it, I love when I see your pretty ass walking into my work place, marks on display. Parading around in those marks that I gave you, letting everyone know you are mine.” His lips attach to your ankle, sucking a bruise right into the skin by your anklet, the sensation causes your legs to buckle, you try closing your legs but you are unsuccessful as his strength outweighs you once again.
“Such a pretty girl, my pretty girl.” He throws his head back chasing his high.
“My. Fucking. Pretty. Wife.” His hips smack hard into you with each punctuation of his sentence. Causing your hands to smack down to grip onto his thigh, his words fueling your next orgasm, tears of pre orgasmic bliss drip out of your eyes.
“Go on baby, let that pretty pussy cum on me baby, cum.” He bites out, placing your leg back down, pistoning his hips in and out of you, trying to make sure you reach your high again before he does. His thumb brushes your jaw before he pushes it down on your tongue. Your whole body jerks, back arching, toes curling, tears flowing, and a muffled scream leaves your mouth, just as you are at your peak your wet cunt clenches down on him throwing him into his own orgasm, he slams into you once more, grip on your hip bruising, as he releases inside of you. Your body slumps against the mattress, he braces himself above you, one arm holding him up, while the other lets go of your hip, rubbing small circles around it. Falling to his side with his cock plugging his cum in you.
The room falls into a peaceful quiet area, the pouring rain still being heard outside. His hand comes to rub soothing circles on your skin. Basking in the warmth of his chest and his presence. Bringing his hand down to run across your wet folds, collecting your mixture of cum on his fingers before bringing them to your lips. You open your mouth and take in the flavor, letting out a satisfied hum. His hips buck into your cunt.
“I hope you don’t think this night is over yet, pretty. We are just getting started.”
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A/N: Lemme tell y’all some…the lack of Jongho fics, Jongho content, all that shit got me ready to fight, bc why some of y’all doing my scrumdilly yum yum man like that? Like how do y’all not look at Jongho and go “I want that man to fold me like a pretzel!” Bc babyyyy I want him to bend me up like a Betty Spaghetty. Business Jongho makes me feral, Jongho in his regular suits make me feral, especially that one clip when he’s got that suit on with the sleeves rolled up and he’s stepping out of the car?!? With the thought of him being possessive to tie it all together?!? I hear some purrring🫣😀. Anywaysssss…hope you all enjoy me and my thirsty Jongho thoughts😚💙.
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BESTIE!!!!!! You need hard hours? I gotchu!! Double penny with Woosan where they just like spit roast you babes if you think your walking tomorrow then I’m sorry to break it to you but… they give u so many highs you think you might pass out. But then the aftercare be so gentle and soft and there so sweet when they speak to you uwu 💖💖💖😩😩😩
OMFG RUBY!!!! you got me going 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 with this
Warnings: meandom! Woosan (soft doms at the end hehe), degradation, manhandling, blow job, unprotected sex, squirting, aftercare.
MeanDom! Woosan who are your boyfriends, are rough, harsh and get you passed out in the end from the intensity. But when they're frustrated though, it's a whole different world.
You would know you were screwed the moment they walk through the door and they almost pounce on you. Wooyoung pushes you into your bedroom, his hands wandering and groping your flesh harshly all while San follows behind with his hand unbuckling his black leather belt.
“You're gonna get ruined tonight babygirl” You hear San say behind your ear, before Wooyoung is pushing you down on the bed as he hovers over your body.
Neither of them give you mere seconds to think before, you're told to strip to nothing – which you do so without another thought. All while the two pairs of eyes stalk over your body.
San's hands sneak in between your hair strands in moments before he's stuffing his length inside your mouth. You almost forget to breath from how fastly his hips snap into your mouth, his head thrown back as he face fucks you.
You barely remind yourself to breathe from your nose, when your thighs are spread apart from behind and you moan around San when you feel a harsh slap on your ass. “Such a welcoming hole for us, aren't you nothing but a slut for us? A cockdumb bitch?” Tears form in your eyes from the degrading words – you felt humiliated and you loved it.
You gag around San as the result of Wooyoung slipping into you in a swift moment. His hands hold your legs open as far as humanly possible before his hips rut into you.
A low smirk tugs on both of their lips as their hawk eyes watch the way you fall apart on their cocks at the same time.
If you think it's over once they come, you're totally wrong. They would make you cum over and over, manhandling you into positions all for the convenience of them. They would know you reached your limit when your legs shake convulsively even under San's grip as you squirt all over his face. Your back would be against Wooyoung's chest who kept his hands busy with your godly breasts.
You mildly pass out for a few seconds with your brain completely hazy and flying in the clouds. You would barely be able to think about anything while the both of them run you a bubble bath. San would massage your sore body after Wooyoung washes you clean in the shower.
Once completely conscious, you realise you were dressed in oversized comfortable clothes, laying down in between them. Your brain almost glitches from the change of their tone and their touches, which was as soft as cotton.
But you would rather do anything than change a thing about your dynamics.
You smile contently as they snuggle up to you, before drowsing off to sleep in the warmth of their hands.
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Housewife
✨️Kink education with Elizabeth✨
The Housewife kink, also known as the 1950s Household, is a power play exchange dynamic that typically involves a dom and service sub. It is characterized by one partner being seen as a homemaker and one as the breadwinner. During the 1950s, the homemaker’s “job” was to take care of the household chores, dinner, children (if they had any), and following norms, their husband's needs all while being the picture perfect example of soft femininity and breedability.
Subs partaking in this form of play tend to wear dresses, heels, aprons, ect, while maintaining a clean home and cooking. Many people enjoy this dynamic due to its ability to come into real-life play instead of just hiding in the bedroom.
It is one form kink play that does not necessarily have to be sexual, but that's not why we're all here 👀
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Azriel x Reader
Summary - After a long day of interrogations, Azriel is more than pleased to come home to dinner made, a clean home, and a pretty wife.
Warnings - sub and dom dynamics, references to completely power exchange play, oral (mreceiving), slightly demeaning behavior towards females
A/N - I apologize for the delay. My little is going through a growth spurt and a little fussy today. Plus, it took FOREVER to find the perfect gif.
Azriel opened the door to his cabin. His shoulders were slumped forward, wings hanging slightly lower than normal.
It had been a rough day. He had been torturing the same prisoner for 3 days now. They refused to yield, they refused to break, and they refused to bend and give the shadowsinger what he wanted.
He knew that all would change the second he saw you, though. You were currently setting dinner on the table. Your hair was softly curled and pinned back, a soft touch of makeup graced your face highlighting his favorite features of yours.
You were wearing a blue sundress the flowed out at the bottom with heels and a blue bow in your hair.
“How's my wife today?” He took pleasure in knowing you would not address him until he addressed you. He took pleasure in knowing that within seconds of hearing his voice, you were trained to get him a glass of whiskey and greet him with a kiss.
“Azriel, you're home early,” you immediately went to the liquor counter, dress swaying as you did. You poured him a finger of whiskey, moving to add ice before walking to him and kissing his cheek. “How was your day?”
Azriel drank as you began removing his outer heavy layer for him, watching like a hawk as you hung his coat and placed his already kicked off boats into the precise place he had told you they go.
“Same prisoner as yesterday,” he watched you blink in confusion. “The bastard will not break and submit. Did you make dinner?”
You nodded enthusiastically, walking him to the table and getting him a plate. “I made your favorite.”
Azriel settled into the couch after dinner, watching you as you cleaned dishes. Every soft movement of your dress had his eyes locked on the hem. Each time you'd reach forward slightly, he was rewarded with a glimpse at the garter belt straps that connected to the satin tops of your thigh highs. It was a constant reminder to him that you were his present, waiting to be unwrapped so delicately as a reward for your continued obedient behavior.
“Angel,” he spoke softly. “Are all your chores done after this?”
It should have bothered you as a wingless Illyrian female to hand over submission so willingly out of hope you'd be rewarded with your mate's cock pounding into you over and over, but instead knowing you were about to be rewarded, that he was about to use you like a pretty cock sleeve, that had your thighs pressing together. “They are. Unless you wanted me to do something else.” A cool shadow began swirling your leg. Its touch was like soft kisses and left shivers in its wake.
Azriel leaned back, watching his shadow go on its mission, watching as you took a gasp, spine going straight before moaning his name. “Let me know when you finish.” He placed an arm on the back of the couch, scenting your arousal filling the air as you whimpered and went back to the last few dishes.
It wasn't fair. Trying to focus on scrubbing and rinsing as a shadow sat vibrating against your lace covered clit was nearly impossible. 5 dishes, you reminded yourself. He lets you leave them overnight to dry. Just 5 more. You focused on the dishes, doing the best you could to ignore the growing wetness between your thighs.
You almost jumped as rough hands ran up your arms. “My pretty little wife. My mate,” one of his hands wrapped and held your throat. His other hand ran down your chest, through the valley of your breasts, before settling on your hip. He started placing soft kisses along your neck, your ear. “How lucky am I to have such an obedient wife taking care of my home?” He squeezed your throat softly before his other hand began lifting Your dress. The hand on your throat moved to join the other one as he moved you away From the sink and to a different section of countertop, bending you over it and place one hand at the back of your neck to hold you Down. He groaned as his shadows held up that pretty dress, exposing those sapphire lace panties
"The dishes," you panted.
"Can wait. I can't. I've been hard since I walked in to you setting the table wearing my color, wearing a little bow tying your hair back like some innocent little thing." Your panties were moved to the side. Two fingers began to run the length of your core as Azriel groaned behind you. "So fucking wet I've hardly done anything."
You heard a muffled moan and could only assume he had put his fingers into his mouth. "So sweet, baby." You could hear him undoing his pants, feel as the head of his cock ran your folds. You could feel down the bond that it would be a long night.
You gasped loudly, gripping the counter with a mix between a moan and scream as he pushed into the hilt. Azriel wasted no time, threading one hand into your hair and pulling while the other held your hip. Azriel growled as you wiggled slightly, causing you to still. "Such a good little wife."
He wasted no time, setting a pace that had your toes curling in those heels that made your ass look phenomenal. Shadows quickly moved to hold the dress up, allowing the hand on your hip to move to your still covered clit.
There was something freeing about being below him, serving him, being used by him. It was enough for that coil to tighten faster as your mind went blank, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his heavy hard cock hitting every nerve inside of you, angling until he found the spot that had you scream his name.
Despite the roughness he fucked you with, the power you were freely handing to him, Azriel still sent wave after wave of his love, his admiration, and his pride down the bond. With each wave, that coil got tighter and tighter, your moans louder and more desperate as your body felt like it was on fire. "Be a good wife and cum for me," his fingers pressed down on that bundle of nerves, hips pistoning into you even faster as you screamed his name, walls milking his cock.
Azriel pulled out instead of following you over the ledge, ripping that dress off of you and leaving you in the lingerie and heels. He lifted you into his arms while you still came down from the high, your vision almost blurred.
You felt the soft bed under you, smelling the fresh sheets you had just changed hours ago. Azriel smelled them too as he positioned you with your head hanging off the bed. "You spoil me," his hands ran to your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipples.
His cock sat heavy and leaking near your face, soaked in your release, "Open." You smiled, opening your mouth wide, allowing him to push in just as two fingers slid into your heat.
He was gentle this time, for now at least, fucking your throat. You ran your tongue along his length, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him. You were at his mercy, wiggling and moaning around him as the wet noises of his cock in your mouth and his fingers thrusting in and out of you echoed with his moans and occasional whimper.
His pace picked up as his fingers did, making him chuckle in satisfaction as you gagged around him. "You deserve a reward for how hard you worked today, don't you, y/n?" He groaned as you moaned around him, vibrating his cock as he held it deep in your throat. "Not a single thing out of place, every chore finished, and I came home to you looking like a delicious treat? What a good little wife." You felt your vision getting slightly blurry until he pulled out again, your pleasure almost maddening as he avoided the spongy spot inside of you and brushed your swollen clit with ghost like touches. "That's what you are isn't it? No thoughts in that pretty mind of yours but pleasing me and taking my cock like an obedient whore?"
You would have nodded, begging him to give you what you needed as you agreed to every word, but his cock was still occupying and twitching in your mouth. You knew from the way his fingers had become messier in their rhythm, from the way his words were getting breathy, from how each moment of your throat burning as he held himself deep inside grew longer and longer that he was close.
You had been dreaming of his all day. Dreaming for your reward for dusting, for cooking, for cleaning. The reward you'd get when he came home to a spotless house, to his laundry done, to you wearing your pretty outfit for him.
His fingers curled into the spot you needed, pressing and tapping there as shadows curled and flicked your nipples and his thumb ran gentle circles on your clit. You finished within seconds with no warning, crying around his cock, hands fisting the sheets.
Azriel fell over the edge soon after, spilling with his cock shoved all the way into your mouth forcing you to swallow what you could, head thrown back as his wings flared and he moaned your name without shame.
He pulled out, fisting the exposed length and allowing the last of his cum to land on your face, admiring the mess of drool, makeup, and his seed you had become. His fingers left your cunt, going to his own mouth as he licked them clean with a smile. He watched as your hand waved and the bathtub began to fill.
"I'm not done with you yet," he panted, hands trailing your body.
You smiled, your own hands running up and down his thighs. "I counted in that, but let me take care of your other needs first."
Azriel looked up, a wide smile on his face as he sent a silent prayer to whoever blessed you with acts of service as your love language. "I would really like that."
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latched on > keigo takami/hawks (mha)
Word Count: 1.3k
Ship: Sub!Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Dom!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut (very loose term), mentions of abuse from the hero commission, mentions of call girls (if you squint), mention of violence (also if you squint), allusion to sub drop
A/N: Baby’s first attempt at writing some attempt at smut, I may try and do a full smut with sub!hawks later, I love my whimpering baby bird <3
how did he go from feeling so, so good to so, so stupid in the matter of minutes?
he was in bliss not even five minutes ago, whining out mixes of your name and high keens of mommy! as you worked him through another orgasm.
bottoming was new for keigo. he had never had anyone he trusted enough to tell about his desires, with the commissions grip on him. his list of ‘approved partners’ who were vetted by the commission and could (would) be… handled properly if they were to spill any details about the number two pro hero. keigo rarely ever called them, never satisfied from the basic hookups they provided, wanting so much more from his partner that he was terrified to vocalize. hero work was so demanding, he wanted to turn his mind off and just. let someone else make the decisions for him. but that required trust, and he never had that with anyone. and then he met you.
you were a PA at his agency, and as time passed, keigo found himself captivated by you. drawn to the way you treated him as if he was any other civilian. like yeah, you recognized him as a hero and what he did. you knew your work hours would be hectic due to his hours, yet you never complained. never seemed to mind really, always greeting him with a soft smile and some form of jab about him ‘messing up your beauty sleep’. which would turn into flirty banter, little jokes, and during late nights, sleepy giggles and conversations keigo would remember forever.
the shift happened when you were a plus one to a gala with him.
‘i’m not your boss right now, stop looking so tense,’ keigo teased as he rested a comforting hand on your shoulder. ‘just think of me as your smoking hot arm candy’ you laughed at his comment and rolled your eyes.
‘okay, pretty bird’ you cooed to the hero and you bit back a grin at the way his wings puffed up from the nickname. your hand met his cheek, and you turned his head to face you. golden eyes seemed to be darker, pupils dilated as he focused on the sparkling necklace you wore. ‘if only my arm candy would pay attention to me’ you pouted and keigo’s gaze met yours.
‘how could i look away?’
from there, there had been an obvious shift in your relationship with the hero. casual touches turned into lingering, intentional touches. behind the safety of his office doors, “hawks” was occasionally replaced by ‘pretty boy/bird’ and keigo had to keep from whining every time the teasing nickname left your upturned lips.
he wasn’t sure exactly what shifted that got keigo in this situation. but he found himself pinned under you, writhing under your touch. gentle touches, firm grabs. feather light touches that left him begging for more, hard grips that had him squirming and thrashing, threats of tying him down only exciting him more.
he was beautiful, you kept telling him. which he heard from fans every day, he knew he was attractive. but hearing it from you? a whole other feeling. whimpering each time ‘look so pretty, birdie’ or ‘my beautiful boy, gonna cry for me?’ and ‘my good boy, so good for me’ slipped from your lips. his breaking point? your fingers gently lifting his chin up so his teary gaze met yours, peppering his face with kisses and whispering in his ear ‘wanna see you cum, songbird. deserve it, pretty boy, i’ll take care of you. just let go’
and god did he let go. strings of white spurted from his cock, over your hands, over his stomach, but keigo was too spent to care. he was truly fucked Stupid, basking from your coos as you talked him down, your hands petting him as he calmed down. suddenly, there was a shift in the mattress and keigo couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your arm, panic filling his body as he begged you not to leave him, he’ll be good, please stay, please let him stay, and he felt his grip on you tighten. and there’s where he made his biggest mistake. he couldn’t let go.
“it’s okay, birdie. i’ll be right back, just gonna get something to clean you up.” you soothed and you frowned lightly as his grip didn’t relent. “hawks?”
keigo flinched from the use of his hero name, missing the nicknames that you called him just a minute ago. “i-i’m sorry. ‘m so sorry, i can’t-“ keigo started to hyperventilate and you were on him in a second, by his side and pulling him closer to you. keigo curled into your body, face buried in the crook of your neck, and tears burned in his eyes. moments of silence passed until it dawned on you.
“you can’t let go, can you, bub?” you asked and keigo shook his head.
“it, it will stop in a little bit. i just… i thought you were leaving me and. i panicked, i lost control. ‘m so sorry,” keigo whispered and you carded your fingers through his messy hair, smiling as you felt the tension start to leave his body.
“not going anywhere, promise. just wanted to get you a washcloth so we could clean you up a little bit. but i can wait. however long you need, love.” you pressed a kiss to keigo’s head, humming as you slowly rocked him. you figured this could happen, but you thought it was such a small chance, you didn’t really prepare for it. but it was hawks. your hawks, your birdie. you could adapt. you’d take care of him.
a while later, keigo’s grip started to release, and as soon as he was able, keigo pulled his hand away. you tutted at him and took his hand in yours, and you started to massage the hand that had been gripping your arm. keigo found himself staring at the spot he had grasped you, hurt you he’s sure, and you called his name.
“are you okay now?” keigo blinked at the question. “feel up for a shower to clean up?”
“you.. you’re worried about me still? i hurt you.”
“and i just spent god knows how long overstimulating you. probably a little painful, even if it felt good.” you tilted keigo’s head up and pressed a lingering kiss to his plush lips. “i told you, hawks. i care about you, i’m here to take care of you. as long as you’ll let me.” it was your turn to blush, your cheeks burning but you kept keigo’s gaze.
“keigo.” he found himself whispering. “name’s keigo.” you mouthed his name, whispered it to yourself and the prettiest shade of pink covered keigo’s cheeks. “if it’s not gonna be any of your little nicknames, i.. i’d prefer keigo outside of work.”
“well, keigo,” you smiled as you pulled his hand to your lips, kissing over every knuckle. “why don’t we get you cleaned up? then we can come back to bed, order some takeout for dinner? i can make breakfast for us in the morning,” you offered and keigo felt his heart flip in his chest at your offer.
“that sounds perfect.”
an hour later, you were cuddled in bed, keigo on his stomach, head on your stomach as his wing draped over you. his breath hit your stomach, soft puffs leaving his lips as he slept peacefully. you combed through his damp hair, occasionally running your hand down between his shoulder blades just to see his wings flutter and his breathing shake a little. a small smile graced his lips as he slept and you let your eyes close, a matching smile on your lips as you dozed off into the best sleep of your life. you could get used to this…
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Fuck it, we are being self-indulgent tonight:
Feminization Hawks (Post-War Arc)
Hawks x Fem! Reader
W: NSFW, Feminization, Body Worship, Sub! Hawks, Dom! Reader, Mommy Kink, Princess/Baby/Pretty Girl, Power Bottom Reader, Subby Top Hawks
Commissions: Open! (You can commission me on Ko-fi!)
He feels self-conscious about his body since he's so burnt and scarred up.
He thinks that you lost any attraction to him once he lost his undamaged body and his wings.
He doesn't like his prosthetics at all but wears them around you just because he wants you to see him like he looked before everything went to shit.
He feels gross. His body, his face, his back, his truth. Everything feels gross and tainted and he doesn't like any of it because of it.
You've got the truth about him in a way he didn't want you to find out but there it was, all in the open for you to judge and see.
You didn't leave his side at all. You were there with him in the hospital, you went to every single physical therapy he had and even for his prosthetic appointments.
You called him beautiful and it set his insides on fire because he didn't believe you and at the same time understood that everything you said was true.
He felt beautiful but only when you said he was.
He felt pretty but only when you touched his face and kissed his burns.
He wanted to feel small and protected and you managed to do that without much effort.
You caressed his body and kissed his face softly as if he'd break if you gave him too much attention.
He moaned at how you massaged his wings base and tenderly hovered your fingers over the scarring around the area.
"Y/n, please." His voice trembled and his eyes watered as he gripped onto you.
He felt disgusting for a moment but you kept giving him so much love and attention he couldn't think about anything other than you.
"Please, don't leave me." He whispered.
He discovered he liked being at your mercy.
He also discovered he liked feminity.
He's worn makeup and he's done lingerie shoots during the prime modeling part of his career but he had never thought about wearing any for himself or at home.
He liked eyeliner and blush. It brought his face together, making him look sweet and soft.
He liked the softness of the lingerie he had bought and the red color that the fabric had. He enjoyed how it hugged his legs and his chest, his dick looked nice as it was tucked into a thong.
He was scared to show you that he liked these things at first but after you had him screaming your name and calling you "mistress" and "mommy" he knew better.
He showed you his dress collection and all the other ultra-feminine.
He asked you for your help to put on his favorite skirt and to put on the eyeliner he liked.
He would do this casually around you.
Wearing more feminine clothes and it slowly led to you using more feminine titles for him.
He didn't mind it at all.
He'd keen and coo at the new names and terms of endearment.
"Come here princess" or "My pretty girl." had him squeezing his legs together for friction.
In bed, that's where the changes were noticeable.
He didn't hide from you anymore. His body was all for you to enjoy and to do as you pleased with.
He liked hearing how pretty you thought his burns where and how gorgeous his wings, be it burnt and never as glossy or full as they used to be, look on him.
"Come here, pretty girl. Don't hide from me. Let mommy see her pretty little thing." He came as you pushed his hand away from his face and kissed him, tongue and all as he arched into your hand.
He cried from overstimulation as you fucked his ass open all while telling him he was your cute pillow princess.
Even when you both switched positions the dynamic stayed the same.
"Mommy, please. Let me squirt, mommy. Please." He was out of breath and he knew he was going to come if he fucked into you anymore.
He was wearing a tight-cropped shirt that showed his perked nipples in combination with a short skirt that was covered in his release.
Your pussy was covered in cum and some of it dripped out of you as he slapped his hips against yours.
His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist.
He shook with every thrust and pull, your insides warm and tight around him.
"Don't stop, baby. Cum inside Mommy again. Do it for me, baby. Can you do that for mommy?" He nodded at you and came inside you one last time before collapsing on top of you.
His forehead was sweaty and his hair clung to it.
His wings drooped over you both like a tattered blanket and his face was pressed against your neck.
You could feel him empty himself inside of you, his seed dripping out as he lay still.
"You did such a good job for me, princess. I'm so proud of you for being such an obedient girl." He pruned at your praise and held you close as he fell asleep.
This was something for just the two of you.
He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, the vulnerable and beautiful person you saw him for.
He wanted to keep this special, to yourselves.
He wanted to keep being your good girl no matter what, no matter how ugly everyone else might think he looked now that he had lost his appeal and his trust.
You were there for him and he was yours to keep.
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves — where you were safe.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
♆ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
♆ 1.5k
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
♆ Fluff, slight angst (anxiety attack), implied and referenced spice, use of the traffic light system, detailed aftercare, Soft Dom!Bucky
჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆
♆ This is a little bridge to tie y'all over for the sequel.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕
♆ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer
჻჻჻ Week 11 — Yellow
— Masterlist
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The fabric of the couch was sticking to your skin, and you grimaced as you moved and shifted, trying to sit up on your elbows. A strong feeling of restlessness had settled over your body – the pulse of it unable to be ignored, and it was beginning to overwhelm you.
Panic wasn’t a new sensation – you were well versed with the abrupt starts of fits and attacks, but this time it felt different.
“Hey, hey—slow down, doll,” Bucky soothed, his brow furrowed. You couldn’t feel the steady brush of his hands on your thighs, and your chest constricted. “Baby, hey, what’s goin’ on? Look at me.”
You met his gaze, his ordinarily bright eyes now stricken with worry. “Sorry,” you stammered, “I- I don’t know-”
“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, and he moved his hands up to cup your face, each movement telegraphed. “You’re alright—I’m here. Can you tell me what’s goin’ through that pretty head a’yours?”
“Um…”
“Tell you what, baby, do you know the traffic light system?” Bucky asked, his thumbs brushing over the hot skin of your cheeks. “I use it all the time at work, and it’s really fuckin’ important. Makes us all feel safer. S’alright, if you don’t know it, sweetheart, can you tell me the truth—if you know it?”
There was no memory of such a term, but even now, you felt like sorting through thoughts and memories was like wading through wet cement or molasses. “N-No, I don’t know…”
Bucky smiled softly. “Alright, lemme explain it. Green means you’re good to go—you want to keep at the pace, or you want more. You would say this if what I was doing was workin’ for you, makin’ you feel good. Do you understand that one?”
You nodded slowly — there was no way you felt like you could keep going, not with the sudden, unknown panic lancing through in your chest.
“Yellow,” Bucky began, his gaze watching you like a hawk. You felt exposed. “That’s when you need to slow down or you want me to check in—you do not need to wait for me to ask your colour, not for any of these. But, yellow is the one you say when you begin to feel overwhelmed, or scared, nervous—y’know, all the not fun stuff.” His knees shuffled closer, and he kissed your forehead softly, and unbidden, you let a breath loose that you hadn’t realised you had held.
“Red, baby, means that whatever is happenin’ stops—no matter what or where we are, we stop. If you are restrained, I untie you and ask for permission to touch you. I have experienced this before, and I know how to care for you if you were to tell me red,” Bucky explained hastily at your widened eyes. “So don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” you whispered shakily. The sudden urge to touch Bucky consumed you, and you ran a hand down his tattooed forearm, and the other hand you placed over his heart to feel the rapid, steady beat. Bucky’s warm hand covered yours, his palm pushing your hand harder into his chest.
“Follow my breaths, kitten,” Bucky ordered softly. “We’re gonna breathe in,” he inhaled deeply and held it for two seconds. “And we’re gonna let it out.”
You followed his order, and the faint, lightheaded sensation slowly started to disappear — you hadn’t even realised that you were hyperventilating… What the fuck?
“That’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, smiling softly. “Do you think you can tell me what colour you’re feelin’ right now? Don’t think on it too hard, baby, jus’ tell me.”
“Yellow,” you whispered, blinking sluggishly. “I feel scared, and I don’t understand. This has never happened, and oh my god, I am so sor-” Your ramble was interrupted by Bucky’s hand over your mouth.
“None of that, kitten—no, I said none of that,” Bucky scolded as you opened your mouth behind his palm. “‘M gonna tell you what we’re gonna do now, okay?” You nodded and blinked at him, then his hand moved to cup your jaw again. “I am going to sit with you here for a minute. We’re gonna breathe and get you back to bein’ level headed. Then I will walk you to your bedroom, and we’ll lie together for a while—maybe watch another movie. Among all that, I will clean you up—bet you’re feeling a bit messy, huh, kitten?”
A small whimper left your lips, and you wriggled slightly, feeling the tackiness of drying slick between your thighs. “Yeah, baby. I know.” Bucky shuffled back on the couch and offered you his hand. “Yeah, okay,” he repeated before he bit his lip. “I know you wanna get cleaned up. Can you sit up for me?”
Bucky’s lap was sturdy underneath you, and you curled into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder and tucking your forehead into his neck. His hand rubbed a steady line up and down your back. The other rested on yours where you fidgeted with his fingers — the very same deft and strong digits that had pulled you apart and brought you back together only moments ago.
“You alright there, baby girl?” Bucky murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Feelin’ better?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, brushing a finger up and down his palm. “Thank you, daddy.”
Bucky exhaled deeply at the honorific, and he kissed your forehead again. The embrace had done wonders for the panic that constricted your chest. The pressure of the band ebbed slowly like Bucky’s hand was effortlessly wiping it away.
Moments or hours later — you couldn’t tell — Bucky shook you slightly. “You awake, kitten, baby?” You hummed quietly and curled closer, content to stay in his arms. “C’mon, I wanna get my good girl cleaned up and restin’ in bed.”
“No,” you protested, your hand moving to grab his neck in an effort to move even closer. “Stay—’m comfy.”
“I know you are, baby girl,” Bucky chuckled, letting you pull his head down to rest on yours. “But we need to get you layin’ down. And I gotta clean you up, c’mon.”
You groaned and conceded. Lead had settled in your limbs, and they felt cumbersome to move, and you held onto Bucky’s arm as he guided you down the hall towards your bathroom. “Why do I feel like this?” you asked quietly.
Bucky hummed and pushed open the door to the bathroom, carefully leaning you against the sink cabinet. “You’re alright, sweetheart–it’s normal. I see it all the time.”
“You do?”
“Yeah,” he answered as he grabbed a washcloth. “While I admit that you took that a hell of a lot better than I thought you would, and I am so fuckin’ proud of you—it isn’t easy givin’ up control like that.”
Silence echoed as he brushed the cloth over your thighs and stomach, the soft fabric tickling your sensitive skin, and it made you giggle. “You ticklish, huh, kitten? Good to know,” Bucky teased, and you whacked his shoulder, frowning. “Alright, uncle—you win.”
“I’m so tired,” you slurred. The exhaustion crept and oozed through every last muscle in your body, and you supposed it made sense; giving up control, such as you had never done before, had been a relief, but dammit all, it was scary.
Panic began to set in once more, and your breath hitched. “Bucky, red—red, why am I-”
“You need to lay down, and then I am gonna hold you. This is normal.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and then took your arms. “C’mon, lean on me, baby. Let’s get you to bed.”
Slowly, Bucky guided you to your bed and placed you on the edge. “Here.” The covers drew back, and he moved you up the side of the mattress. “Lay down, that’s it.”
You shifted until you laid comfortably under the covers, and you watched Bucky round the bed, undoing the fly and button of his jeans. “But-” You hesitated, seeing the bulge of his briefs. “You-You’re hard, I don-”
“Shh, baby girl,” Bucky soothed, looking up at you from his jeans just as he kicked them off. He kept the briefs on and paid no mind to his erect cock. “That is not my priority–will never be my priority. You are my priority, and right now, you need someone holdin’ you.”
Your eyes welled with tears, and Bucky clicked his tongue. A quiet sniffle left you just as he slid under the covers. “C’mere, sweetheart–lemme hold you.” Warmth engulfed you as he pulled you close, and you rested your head on his chest, your ear right over his heart that still thumped in a slow, steady beat. “This better?”
“Yeah,” you answered softly, drawing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Thank you.”
Bucky kissed your head, and his arms pulled you impossibly closer. “Always, baby girl. You’ve got me now, and like hell am I ever gonna let you go, alright?”
You smiled — even through all the uncertainty and fear of the past evening, you knew you could believe that. “Alright.”
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁
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Forcing Childe to watch as Zhongli rails you and him being unsure who's position he'd rather be in
as a zhongchi i shipper 🤭 i agree !! remember to tc of yourself and drink water xx 💋
warnings: exhibitionism, childe (bottom) x zhongli dynamics <3
your perfect little body was bench pressed ruthlessly by zhongli, his thrusts as relentless as his sinful groans that made you dizzy with pleasure. his voice was something else… steadying up the building coil of pleasure in your pelvis in no time. another… reason was childe, watching you both hawk eyed and not allowed to touch his painful semi.
by no means childe would agree to something like this unless it was a carefully orchestrated challenge by zhongli to have fun with both of you at the same time. if your moans and his groans weren’t enough, it was the way zhongli’s eyes lingered at him from time to time which said, ‘watch me’.
childe wanted you, childe wanted zhongli… the torment increased a tenfold when you started begging, “please- please let me cum fuck i’m so close..”
“zhongli- please” childe also, joined the chorus of begging, well aware that he might or might not get a chance to shove himself inside your abused little hole.
a soft laugh escaped zhongli, unlike his ususl, caregiving and soft dom self, he was feeling nasty today. a daunting order erupted from the depths of his throat which had no cracks of change. “no. i’m not done with both of you yet.”
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Summary: Reader helps Dabi dye his hair and feelings are revealed.
Warning: smut is mentioned but not explicitly written
not scary at all (nsfw)
ojiro x virgin!male!reader
warnings: virgin reader, crying, slight mention of a breeding kink kinda
dumbed down (NSFW)
m!reader x denki kaminari
smut!
tw: dumbification, toys, daddy k
SATURDAY NIGHT (nsfw)
[ I. Midoriya x Male!Reader ]
Summary: aged up au with smut
❝ 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 ❞
𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙭 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞’𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧
Teaser ➤ Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants.
been fantasizin! (nsfw)
izuku midoriya x male reader
WARNINGS: heat cycles, bunny quirk, ear-pulling, creampie (x2), toy use, overstimulation, manhandling, dacryphilia, soft dom!izuku, praise, kissing, drool/spit, body worship, dirty talk, breeding mention, use of the word “pussy” as a synonym for (ass)hole, amab reader
do it again (nsfw)
aizawa shouta x himbo!male reader
cw: mentions of creampie(s), large chest (pecs), teasing, anal, headlocks, fingerhooking, drool/spit, dumbification, veryyy minor dirty talk
Hawks x top male reader
Smut fic
SOFTSPOT (nsfw)
aizawa shouta x male reader
WARNING: amab reader, praise, degradation, spitting, dirty talk, crybaby!reader, himbo!reader, fingering, anal, nipple play, chest mentions, use of the words ‘tits’ in a mocking manner, dumbification, mutual masterbation, sadism, humiliation, creampie
Hitoshi Shinso x Male! Reader
Smut Drabble Fic
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featuring: Hawks/KeigoTakamixF!Reader
warnings: f!reader, 18+ (MDNI), smut, unprotected sex, bath sex, dom!-sub!reader, sub-dom!hawks, teasing, cursing, petnames
Daydreaming about being curled up with Keigo all day, barely leaving the comfort of your shared bed. Your limbs tangled together as if you’re attempting to form into one. You’d order in or maybe even cook together as you binge your favorite T.V. shows. He’d spoil you with massages, kisses, and sweet-sweet nothings.
You’d bathe together, blowing bubbles at one another and you wash down each of your bodies, sneaking smooches in between every loving caress and gentle stoke. He’d hoist you up and into his lap, adoring you with his love-filled eyes of awe as he guides you down onto his cock. You’d both moan in unison as you wrap your arms around his neck, toying with his golden strands of hair.
You’re kissing his lips raw as you circle your hips sensually, reveling in your ability to have him melting underneath you. He’d sing your name so sweetly, his voice breathy and high-pitched. Though to your dismay, his submission doesn’t last long before he’s gripping you by your hips to force you down onto his length. He’s bending his knees upwards to add leverage to his impatient thrusts.
“Keigo…” You moan in pleasure and disappointment. Pinching his cheek to grab his attention, you send him a glare as you force your pelvis onto him.
“You’re going to get water everywhere, Honey.” You lecture, taking his hands in yours before intertwining your fingers together. You pick up your once slow and steady pace, rolling your hips with each rise-and-fall.
“Let’s just take it slow, hm?” You suggest with an added moan followed by a pleased: fuck yes when you feel him twitch inside you.
“Fu-fuck, Baby—slow isn’t exactly what I’m—hah—known for.” He comments, causing you to roll your eyes. You bring your face level with his, his smug grin has you fighting back the urge to smack it off of him. Instead, you continue your pace, except for the extra force you drive into his matched thrusts. You watched with glee and a self-satisfied giggle as his head tosses back against the rim of the tub, his lips parted to let his keens of pleasure escape.
You nibble along his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing in response as he sucks in air between his teeth.
“You can take it, can’t you, Pretty bird?” You sultrily whisper in his ear before taking it between your teeth, tugging when you don’t hear an immediate response.
You press your hand against his lower stomach, feeling as it contracts as his thrust become uncoordinated, sloppily meeting yours. And as he begins to sputter his response, you take one of his nipples in between your fingers to pinch. He arches his chest into your hand, his whine cutting off whatever he was about to say. Though you cease to relent in your torture.
“Hmm?” You hum against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling your nose affectionately, pretending you’re not torturing the poor man. You take the soft skin into your mouth, sucking a hickey into his neck as if to stake your claim.
Once satisfied, you pull away and take his hair into your other hand, grasping his head upwards to meet your gaze.
“Please…” He groans, fighting the urge to look away from your stare. You fight back a laugh as you take in his—rather beautiful—state: his sun-kissed face flushed red down to his chest as his eyes plead with nothing but pathetic desperation.
“Please what?” You taunt, slowing your pace and giggling at his dramatic growl in frustration. But your enthusiasm quickly disappears after he hoists you up into his arms and out of the bath. He says nothing as he bends you over the counter, splaying his hands across your back to force you into an arch.
You watch from the mirror as his feather drains the tub, yet when your eyes flicker back to Keigo’s face, you have nothing but his displeased attention. He meets your gaze through the mirror as his once cocky smirk returned to his stupidly handsome face.
“Gonna fuck you slow and steady just like you want, Princess.” He spits the nickname out like it’s poison, though you know deep now he doesn’t really mean it.
“But you’re gonna beg for it first.”
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Ecstasy: Chapter 1
Chapter 2 is here.
Mihawk/Shanks/AFAB!Reader
Minors Do Not Interact
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: Threesome, Dub-con, Non-consensual drugging, Vaginal sex, Fisting, Double penetration, light BDSM, Dom/sub, Daddy kink, Sir Kink.
Summary: Shanks and Mihawk take you out to the bar for your birthday. They slip a little something in your drink as a present and lavish you with attention. Happy birthday to you!
“Well then wouldn't that mean you're the one taking advantage of me? Seeing as I'm under the influence..." You tease, trying to be coy.
He pulls back from nipping along your shoulder, a possessive hand circled loosely around the soft column of your throat. His eyes meet yours, intense as ever, "Would you like me to?"
Ecstasy: Chapter 1/2
1: a state of overwhelming emotion
especially : rapturous delight
2: often capitalized : a synthetic amphetamine analog C11H15NO2 used illicitly for its mood-enhancing and hallucinogenic properties, called also MDMA
3: a state of being beyond reason and self-control
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"We have a surprise for you," Shanks grins ear to ear, all bright teeth and shining sparkle in his eyes. His one arm encircling your waist, hand on your hip as you, him, and Mihawk enter through the tavern door.
Mihawk as stoic as he is, even has a shift in his normally blunt expression, the corner of his mouth curving up in a slight smirk, his piercing yellow eyes flashing over to Shanks with a devious look of knowing.
You smile wide, your hands gripping the back of Shanks' shirt as you squeeze Mihawk's hand with excitement, bouncing gleefully on your feet, "A surprise? When? Where? What? I wanna know!"
Shanks chuckles, leading you and your other lover towards a small rounded booth near the back of the bar, patrons scrambling nervously out of the way as they saw the powerful pair of pirates enter the space.
"Paitence, darling," Mihawk murmers, his lips ghosting over your forehead as he slides into the booth, pulling you into his lap, "It will be well worth the wait. "
You huff, lip sticking out in a firm pout, "It's my birthday. I should be allowed a hint at least."
Mihawk and Shanks make brief eye contact again, their subtle glances at each other going completely over your head.
"It will happen sooner than you think, " Shanks promises, kissing you sweetly, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, "I think you're going to love it."
The smile returns to your face, bratiness quelled for now as you kiss the red-haired captain once more, then lean back to comfortably adjust yourself in Mihawk's lap.
"Well whatever it is I can't wait, it has to be something good if it's coming from both of you."
At that Mihawk snakes his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the meeting point of your neck and shoulder, a sensitive spot that makes you sigh.
"I can't take too much credit," he says, breath tickling your ear, "I have to admit it was our dear Shanks who came up with the idea, though I will be very much involved."
Your heart flutters at the insinuation, you have no idea what they could possibly have planned for you - especially something amazing enough that Mihawk would even be so interested in. Tonight was going to be a good night, you could feel it.
“Alight Hawk-eye, let's stop teasing," Shanks taunts playfully, stepping out from the booth, "I think it's time I got the birthday girl a drink, would you like that, sweetheart?"
“Yes please, Daddy, " You say eagerly, "and some shots!"
Shanks laughs loudly, head tossed back, his single hand on his hip, "You got it sweetheart, anything for our birthday girl. Wine for you, aye Hawk-eyes?"
Mihawk gives his usual curt nod, Shanks leaving the two of you alone as he saunters over to the bar to order your drinks. That's when you notice something just a little different, a little odd about your yellow-eyed lover tonight. You shift your weight turning sideways in his lap, and rest both your arms around his shoulders so you could better see his face.
“You've been smiling all day today..." You tell him, watching his demeanor carefully, "Is everything okay?"
You're rewarded with a low chuckle and a small flash of a genuine smile from him, a complete rarity.
"Yes darling, just been in a good mood today," he soothes his hand over your thigh, resting the other on the small of your back, "We've been looking forward to spoiling you all week."
You press your forehead to his, lips close to touching, you purposefully shift your weight to grind down against his cock you can feel starting to get hard in his pants, between your layers of clothing, "And what about my surprise, Sir? Will that spoil me?"
He knows what you're doing, has seen you pull the same similar kind of moves as you're doing now, seducing him, manipulating his soft spot for you so that you get what you want.
"Soon, you little siren," he growls softly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh and hip, his lips then catching yours in a heated kiss. You relax into him, savoring the sharp nip he gives your bottom lip as he pulls away, "Just enjoy the night, Red and I will take care of the rest."
It's just then that Shanks strolls back up to the booth, a tray of drinks balanced in his remaining hand, that he carefully places on the table before sliding into the leather seat next to you. He pulls your legs to rest on his lap before reaching over to the tray and grabbing a bright pink cocktail in a hurricane style glass, garnished with a cherry and a slice of peach.
"A very special drink for a very special girl," he grins with a wink, handing you the fancy beverage, "Drink up love, let's get this party started."
You squeak with excitment, hastily grabbing the fruity concoction and immediately begin to suck it down.
"That's my girl," Shanks coos, pressing a chaste kiss to your jaw before throwing back a shot of whiskey, and sliding Mihawk's glass of wine over to him.
Mihawk smirks, one hand stroking your back while the other moves the glass of red wine to his lips, taking a sip and setting it back down, "How does it taste, love?"
"Mmmm," you vocalize, finally putting the glass down after having drank half of it in one setting, you cozy further up to the captain, batting your eyelashes, "So good! I want another, Daddy, will you please order me one?"
Shanks squeezes your thigh, lips connecting with your neck for brief moment. He then picks up a shot glass filled with amber liquid - some kind of whiskey or possibly rum and hands it toward you.
"I'll get you another one as soon as you take this and finish the other. But after that you have to promise me that you'll pace yourself, we don't want you getting sick on your birthday and ruining your surprise."
"Okay, okay," You say, your tone dripping with attitude and annoyance, and with a roll of your eyes you reach for the shot glass.
Shanks holds it back slightly, giving you a gentle but stern look, eyebrow quirking up with expectation.
"Manners, darling," Mihawk drawls, fingers gripping the nape of your neck in warning as he continues to nurse his wine.
You tense up, embarrassed, a flush spreading over your cheeks, "I'm sorry...I promise, Daddy, I don't want to ruin the surprise you worked so hard on."
Shanks flashes a smile, re-extending the shot back to you, all being forgiven.
“Good girl," he praises, kissing your lips once more, hand settling back down to your thigh as you accept the glass.
You toss it back, grimacing at the fiery burn and acrid taste, quickly grabbing your cocktail to chase it down. When you were finished you set the glass back on the table, a few more sips still sitting at the bottom.
"Ah, ah, ah," Shanks tsked, gesturing to the meager contents, "Every last drop, sweetheart."
You giggle, the alcohol beginning to wash through your system, warming you. You pick the glass back up, humoring him, "Yes, Daddy," you say before sucking down the rest.
"Atta' girl," Shanks grins at you, seemingly pleased as he rewards your leg with another squeeze, before exiting the booth once more,"I believe it's time I got us another round, don't you think?"
You hum in agreement, snuggling up to the warlord's side, your hand riding dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. Mihawk in turn nips at the shell of your ear in retaliation, his goatee softly scratching against your face, making you blush and press your face into his neck.
"Oh and Mihawk, keep an eye on her, yeah?" The tall red-head says with a wink, leaving again after receiving a brief nod from his companion in return of his request.
Your brow furrows, confused, "I'm not going anywhere," you nuzzle in closer, giving Mihawk a peck on the underside of his jaw, "Why would I leave when I have the best seat in the house?"
That actually amused him, a low short laugh sounding deep in his chest, and huffing out slightly as he downed the remaining contents of his wine, "I think he meant for me to look after you, seeing as you're under the influence."
Now it was your turn to laugh, your face tinged pink as you felt the drinks work through your body, giddiness bubbling to the surface, you tease: "Are you going to protect me from anyone seeking to take advantage?"
Firmly, he grips your jaw in one hand, pressing you hard against him he gazes at you with those fierce yellow eyes, suddenly serious, "Yes, I am," he murmers, before claiming your lips with his own, tongue slipping languidly into your warm pink mouth.
You gasp, clinging to him, hands gripped tight to the lapels of his jacket you whisper against his lips, "S-sir...someone might see..."
"Hmm, let them," he drawls, sucking a dark mark into your collarbone, free hand reaching down to squeeze the upper curve of your ass, "I want everyone to know that you belong to us."
His words deepen the flush spreading along your cheeks and down your neck, pleasure swirling through your veins and heightening your alcoholic buzz. You desperately try to keep your wits about you, grasping to control yourself.
"Well then wouldn't that mean you're the one taking advantage of me? Seeing as I'm under the influence..." You tease, trying to be coy.
He pulls back from nipping along your shoulder, a possessive hand circled loosely around the soft column of your throat. His eyes meet yours, intense as ever, "Would you like me to?"
A longful whine climbs it's way out of your throat, heat shooting straight to your core. You tremble under his gaze, embarrassment and indecent need dancing in your blood.
"I'll take that as a yes." He whispers low in your ear, pleased with your reaction.
You're suddenly snapped back to reality, saved by Shanks' return, his tall figure towering over the corner of the booth as he sets the tray back on the table again, warm brown eyes meeting yours with a playful look of knowing.
"Teasing a lady on her birthday, Hawk-eyes? How cruel."
Mihawk rolls his eyes, a bit more gentle than usual, "You're one to talk."
You laugh loudly, brought back into focus by their bickering, the previous atmosphere returning to the table. Shanks offers you another shot, which the three of you take in unison, toasting to the date of your birth.
The next hour is a bit of a blur, more of Shanks' crew joining your trio for a party of conversation, dancing, merriment and drink. Even Mihawk seemed more social than normal, though every time you glanced at him, his eyes were fixed back at you. You were starting to think he had taken Shanks' request to keep an eye on you just a little too seriously.
You had been good at doing what Shanks had asked of you with pacing yourself...but when you were almost done finishing the second cocktail he had given you is when you felt something strange. A sudden intense tingle zips from the top of your head and pulses out of your fingertips, alarming you.
“Strange..." You muse to yourself while you place your glass on the counter, rubbing your fingers together, "I haven't had that much to drink..."
You spoke too soon, as a wave of euphoria crashes rapidly over you, heated blood singing through your veins, pleasure buzzing under your skin. Your eyes loll back slightly, your stature wavering as you try to steady yourself against the bar. Someone suddenly appears by you, taking you by the hand and waist, pressing you firm to their side as they begin to walk you back to the booth you had been sitting at near the beginning of the night.
You're pushed up against the darkest corner of the tavern, the tall figure crowding you in - excitement screams through your system, the feeling of elation increasing at every passing moment, as their touch, heat, and proximity overwhelms you.
Two glowing orbs hover in your line of sight, your mind piecing together the striking face of someone beautiful, someone familiar...Mihawk's face swims in your vision, his golden eyes fixed on you with his usual stoic expression. He stands in front of you, one hand gripping your wrist while the other is held to the wall next to your head, caging you in.
You feel yourself burn up, wave after wave of euphoria throbbing inside and out of your body, pure rapture caressing every fiber of your being. It makes you feel ultra aware of his presence, his power, his dominance bouncing off and reverberating through the pulse of your need.
"How are you feeling, darling?"
His voice, smooth and sultry like warm honey melts over you, deepening your vulnerability. The only thing you can focus on is the white hot pulse you feel throb through your clit, and your wishful need dampen your panties.
Rather clumsily you reach out to him, hands gripping tight to the lapels of his coat.
"I feel...I feel..." You're not quite sure, don't know how to explain it, this mind numbing pleasure. The only thing that felt comparable was the sub-space mindset you have entered before, after Shanks and Mihawk have fucked you into oblivion, "I feel...good."
A shadow looms over Mihawk's shoulder, and a flash of red. Mihawk removes his extended arm from the wall, and then you have the bright dazzling smile of Captain Shanks hovering over you, a gentle hand caressing the side of your face.
"My, my, what do we have here, hm? Did someone have too much to drink?" Shanks teases in a condescending tone, sliding his thumb down to your bottom lip, pulling it down so your lips ever -so-slightly separate.
Your eyes roll back once more, your body eagerly responding to the contact, making you shudder. You stick your tongue out laving the tip over his thumb before taking the digit in your mouth and sucking on it, sliding it out with a lewd pop.
"Mmm, good girl," Shanks breathes, cradling your face in the palm of his hand again.
“I...I-I don't remember drinking that much...and I feel, I feel so different, so, good...I don't know what's going on..." You whine squeezing your thighs together, still desperately hanging onto Mihawk's coat for dear life, your only tether to reality.
"Sh, sh, sh, my love," Shanks soothes, pressing his forehead to yours, "You're here with us, with Sir and Daddy. We'll protect you, won't let anything bad happen to you."
Mihawk crowds into you again, shoulder to shoulder with his companion, slotted perfectly into where Shanks missing limb would be. He moves one hand to your hip, the other reaching down to grip the edge of your skirt.
"This is the surprise we mentioned earlier," Mihawk whispers, as he begins to pull up your skirt, fingertips brushing softly against your thigh.
Your breath hitches in your throat, a bolt of electric heat shoots down your spine, shockwaves travelling up your thighs to your pulsing clit, his touch paralyzing you, your body quivering for more. You try to focus on the words he's saying, exactly what he's telling you, the cogs in your brain working overtime to process and remember: A surprise? Yes!...but what was the surprise?
"Don't panic, baby," Shanks reassures, stroking your collarbone, observing as Mihawk makes his way up your skirt, "I put something in your drink, something that will make you feel really, really good."
You were so focused on Mihawk's hand inching it's way up the sensitive flesh of your thigh that you almost hadn't heard what Shanks had said. Your body was screaming out, begging for contact, your cognition beginning to fumble.
"Something in my...drink..." You trailed off, lost in a daze, moaning in ecstasy as Mihawk finally makes contact with your clothed clit, fingers smoothly sliding over the little nub and your absolutely soaked through panties.
Mihawk makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat, his lips parting as he makes eye contact with your huge blown out pupils, arousal thick in his voice, "So wet."
You whimper, biting your lip, attempting to cease the lewd vocalizations as arousal floods your brain. Mihawk continues his slow and torturous exploration of your cunt through the thin fabric, the tips of his fingers swirling over your clit before curling inward, pushing your drenched panties a little further into your hole each time.
"Sir, w-wait...~," You say ashamed, your hands abandoning the front of his coat to try and weakly push down your skirt.
In a flash both of your wrists are quickly scooped up and held together above your head in the single hand of your red-haired captain. The stern, almost disappointed look he gives you makes your stomach drop.
"Tsk, tsk," he utters with a gentle suck to his teeth, towering over you, "That's no way to show your appreciation, is it sweetheart?"
You tremble, fingers gently twitching in his grip, your arousal beginning to peak as Mihawk continues his relentless caress.
“No, Daddy I'm sorry," you whisper, head lolling back against the wall as you feel another surge of the euphoric drug, Mihawk's fingers squelching obscenely inside of you as you leak more wetness.
"Mmm..." Shanks quietly hums in appreciation at the noise, "I can't stay mad at you for long, not when you're taking his fingers so well."
He leans closer to your face, crimson hair tickling your cheek, "Now tell me birthday girl, what do you want?"
As soon as Shanks asked you felt Mihawk's pace quicken slightly and his left hand brush across your clothed nipple, making you gasp, fireworks going off in your head...you were getting close.
"Use your words, little one," Mihawk murmurs, teasing you, more than pleased with his handy-work.
" I... " You gasp, biting back down into your lip, heat pooling up and igniting in your belly, "Please...please I want to cum..." You plead with a whine, closing your eyes and pressing the side of your face into the crook of your still pinned arms, attempting to hide your embarrassment from your tormentors.
"Aww," Shanks coos, nuzzling your exposed neck, "Is someone close?"
You bite back a rather pathetic cry, tears welling up in your eyes as your body teteers on the edge - swollen clit and puffy lips overstimulated from the drag of your Sir's fingers and the confines of your ruined panties.
"Yes, Daddy, please please please..."
Shanks chuckles, watching in delight as you beg and start to fall apart - the drug he gave you had worked even better than he thought it would, making you perfectly needy and pliant. He enjoyed toying with you in public, but you were always hesitant. As much as he was enjoying your break of will power, he still has bigger plans for you this night.
"I'm sorry baby, but not quite yet, " he soothed, kissing the corner of your mouth, and giving your wrists a gentle squeeze as you flexed and struggled against him, frustrated, "Soon. I promise."
Mihawk had suddenly withdrawn his fingers, his other hand settling on your hip with a vice grip, preventing you from thrusting forward. Slowly, while looking into your desperate and blessed out eyes, he sucks his soaked digits drenched with your juices into his mouth, a short low moan escaping from deep in his chest.
"How does she taste, Hawk-eyes?" Shanks asks, the both of you transfixed on Mihawk's mouth.
"Mmm, divine," he states, tone thick with arousal, his striking yellow eyes never once straying from yours.
Shanks releases your hands, your body going slack with submission as your muscles fail. Before you fall, three strong arms hold you up.
"Steady now, sweetheart," Shanks says just above a whisper, arm gripped tight around your waist, "I want to get you back to the ship so we can finish your celebration in private."
Without another word Mihawk reaches down, sliding one arm under your knees and using his other to support your back, he swiftly bundles you into his arms. You immediately rest your head on his shoulder, arms tucked close to his chest and collar bone. A wave of emotion suddenly hits you, spurred on by the relentless rush of the drug coursing through your veins. You felt safe, loved, cherished.
All patrons of the bar, including Shanks' loyal crew clear a path to the door as Shanks takes the lead, Mihawk following close behind, eyes fixed ahead - stern and threatening as he stalks forward. His demeanor completely protective as he cradles you in his arms.
You bury your face against his neck, your cheeks flush with embarrassment, hoping to whatever God was listening that no one witnessed you unravel and give into your desires in public. If anyone did you don't think they would live very long, it was entirely well known that you belonged to two of the most powerful men on the seas. A wrong glance toward you could warrant a death sentence.
As soon as the three of you exited the tavern, the cool night air hit you, making you shudder as another wave of pleasure fell over you. Your hot and clammy skin tingling, goosebumps erupting as the ocean breeze cooled you down, quelling your nerves.
Your eyes flutter slightly, lulled by the gentle and rhythmic jostling of your figure as Mihawk strides down the dimly lit road, the lights of the tavern shrinking further and further away in the distance behind the three of you.
"Try to stay awake for me, sweetheart," Shanks smiles, his fingertips gently ghosting across your cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "The night has just begun."
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I’ll be posting the last half later this week, stay tuned! It’s about to get filthy.
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love me tender...or maybe not - strawberry taste
pairing: cupid!wonwoo x fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!AU - minors dni
warnings: sub!wonwoo, soft dom!reader, handjob, making out, use of petnames (angel, pretty), consent (bcs it’s sexy af), dacryphilia kink, mentions of aftercare, cumplay, finger sucking
word count: 1.7k
summary: wonwoo takes the first step towards intimacy. and boy, does it catch you by surprise.
taglist: @wonwussy @duhnova @flowerwonu @junkissed @heartkyeom @onlymingyus
nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @08skrr @booyouwhore17 @enhacolor
unable to tag @wonderfulshinee
© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. no reposting or translating without permission.
The next time you’re with Wonwoo, you’re in your house, sitting on the couch, legs draped over his lap.
You watch him like a hawk, his face and eyes concentrated on the screen, the golden round rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
Your eyes carefully study his angelic features - his sharp yet kind eyes, his sharp nose, jawline as if it was carved by God himself, and lips resting on a tiny pout, all pink and soft.
Oh, how you wanted to see his face contorted in the pleasure you’re able to provide him.
“Y/N? Is something on your mind, love?”, Wonwoo breaks the comfortable silence, turning his attention to you, “You haven’t watched a single second of this movie”. “Why pay attention to a movie when I have a piece of art sitting right next to me?”, you let out a chuckle, your legs deliberately shifting on his lap to graze over his crotch, in an attempt to rile him up. “Stop being ridiculous”, he scoffs, turning his head away from you to hide his embarrassment, clearly affected by your pick up line.
“My cupid boyfriend is turning down my compliment and I’m the ridiculous one? Rude”, you tease him and slowly raise your right leg to graze it over his chest.
Wonwoo sucks a sharp breath through his gritted teeth, his hands gripping the pillows underneath him. He can feel his wings fluttering under his white t-shirt, dangerously straining against the fabric, making it tighten around his toned chest.
“I will stop if you want me to”, you drop your leg, scared you might have made him uncomfortable, but the sudden grip on your ankle makes you freeze in your seat.
“Wait”, he breathes out, “I…I don’t want you to stop”, he relaxes his grip on your leg, soothing your skin with his thumb. “I just…”, “Yes?”, you sit up, waiting for his answer. “Baby, if you don’t want to continue, then we won’t, I would never do something against your will”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, trying to comfort him.
“You once said…”, Wonwoo licks his lips, clearing his throat, “...that you’ve been exposed to more…intimate skinship before, right?”, “That’s right, but why do you ask?”.
“I want you to show me what it feels like”.
You swear that your heart nearly stopped at his words, knocking you completely breathless.
Your beloved, innocent cupid Wonwoo, wanting to get intimate with you.
“Is that so, my angel?”, you coo at him and get up, offering your hand for him to take it, “Follow me”, and he takes your hand, letting you lead him to your bedroom.
A few minutes later, you’re perched on top of him, your lips tenderly kissing his neck, your hands running up and down his sides over his shirt. Small, short breaths are coming out of Wonwoo’s mouth, starting to fog up his glasses. His hands are tugging at the fresh sheets, wings stretching his shirt again, fighting to break free.
You run your hands over his chest again, fingers brushing over his covered nipples. At that moment, Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, his back arching off the mattress, a ripping sound echoing in the room.
You pull away for a second and you notice that his wings are laid out on the bed and his white t-shirt has been ripped in half, leaving his torso exposed. “T-This shouldn’t have happened, oh my God”, he whines in embarrassment, his wings instinctively coming around to cover his body. “Angel, please don’t hide yourself from me”, you caress his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”, “W-Well, cupids are supposed to be beautiful”, “It’s not about being a cupid, Wonwoo. No matter what kind of being you were, I would still find you beautiful”, you laugh and his wings start to relax, splaying wide open again.
“That’s it, baby, relax for me just like that”, you whisper and get closer to him, your lips mere centimeters away from his. “Can you kiss me?”, Wonwoo asks timidly, “Please?”, he adds and you smile, your lips finally touching his.
You take control of the kiss, your hands resting on his jaw as you shift closer to him, all while his hands are shyly making their way on your sides, holding you gently as you both move your lips in sync.
The softness of his mouth and a very faint sweet taste overwhelms your senses and your greed overcomes you, making you slide your tongue in Wonwoo's mouth. His eyes shoot up in surprise, the foreign sensation catching him completely off guard. His body feels like it has caught fire, his skin burning up, but not in an uncomfortable way - it makes him want more.
The small moans echo in your mouth and you press your body even closer to his, your hands now on his broad shoulders, nails slightly digging in his soft skin. His wings ruffle again, feathers falling down on the mattress and the floor. He can feel them change again, the pastel pink now turning into a flower pink. You pull away to catch your breath and you notice the color change on his wings. It's as if…they are blushing?
"Wonwoo? Are you…", "Changing?", he pants, "Y-You could say that", "Do you want me to continue, pretty angel?", you coo at him and he nods, shifting his hips awkwardly underneath you.
"Words, baby, I need words", you pin his hips in place, making him whine in protest. "Y/N, please", "Please what?", "Touch me, please!", "I'm touching you, angel", you smirk at him. "N-Not there", he stutters, "Then where? Wanna show me?", you rub circles on his skin, trying to make him more comfortable.
Wonwoo takes your hand and guides it over his crotch, making you feel his growing erection over his jeans, arousal pooling in your panties. You squeeze him ever so slightly and his mouth falls open, biting the back of his hand to keep himself silent.
"Do you want me to take them off, angel?", you ask him, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweats. "Y-Yes, please, I can't take it anymore", Wonwoo pleads and you grin, sliding both his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him completely naked.
"Oh my….", you trail off as you scan his body from head to toe, biting your bottom lip, "Seems like it wasn't just your face that was sculpted by God himself, baby", you smile like a Chesire cat as you take off your clothes, leaving only your black lacy underwear on.
You lay down right next to Wonwoo, the warmth of his body and his wings instantly enveloping you. "Everything about you is so pretty, Wonu", you ghost your hand over his torso, his abs, merely inches away from his flushed cock, resting heavy and neglected on his stomach.
"But I really can't believe you were hiding such a pretty body from me, let alone your cock", you wrap your hand around his shaft and Wonwoo gasps at the sensation, fisting the sheets next to him.
"I -ah- It wouldn't be nice t-to show you my b-body without asking you", he stutters as you pump his cock with a steady rhythm, your eyes fixated on the beads of precum pooling in the crevices of his abs.
"Sweetheart, hiding yourself from me isn't nice", you kitten lick his jawline, eliciting tiny, strained groans from his lips. "But you don't have to do this anymore, right?", you graze your teeth over his skin, twisting your wrist over his tip, making his hips buck into your hand.
Wonwoo's wings keep making rustling sounds, watching them blush from the roots to the ends, his hands flying to cover his mouth. His glasses are all fogged up, eyes glassy, tears starting to run down his cheeks.
"Are you close, angel?", you coo at him. "Ha…haah, s-so c-close, nngh", he sobs and you sit up next to him, pulling his hand away from his mouth to lace your fingers with his, your other hand speeding up on his cock, pushing him to the edge.
"Y/N!", Wonwoo moans out loud, his back arching off the bed, wings fully spreading underneath him as his cock throbs violently, pearly ropes of cum splashing on his abs, his thighs trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He's still panting, holding your hand tight and you kiss his tears away.
"You did so good for me, baby, so so good", you whisper in his ear. Is that…strawberry?, you wonder after tasting his tears, thinking whether it's just his tears like that.
“T-Thank you”, he breathes out, the aftershocks of his orgasm still affecting him, shuddering every time your fingers graze his skin. Your eyes are fixated on the globs of cum staining his skin and you absentmindedly (not really) lean over his abs, flattening your tongue on them to taste his essence.
“Y-Y/N, you shouldn’t be d-doing this - mmh - it’s not-”, Wonwoo covers his mouth with his hand when he watches you lick him clean. “Not proper? Not right? Is that what you wanted to say, Nonu?”, you look up from his lap, your lips partially covered with his release.
“Y-Yes”, “Mmm, I see”, you chuckle and climb over him, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing all of his sounds, making him taste himself on your tongue.
“You t-taste like s-strawberry”, he half-moans. “No, baby, you taste like strawberry”, a grin plastered on your face, “But I have to leave you for a few seconds, need to prepare some stuff”, “W-Where are you going?”, he asks with puppy eyes as you climb off the bed. “Don’t worry, Nonu, I’m just going to prepare the tub - Wouldn’t dare to think about leaving my pretty cupid all dirty”, you caress his cheek and he feels like leaning into your touch.
You disappear from the room and Wonwoo is left alone on the bed, wings rustling again as he runs his fingers over his abs, collecting some of his cum on his pads, shyly putting them in his mouth. He’s in shock, because you’re right - he does taste like strawberry.
And now all he can think of is how you would taste.
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