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fear-is-truth · 1 month

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𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 ⴰ༢ ୧

── being kai anderson’s manipulative girlfriend hc

tags: fem! reader. nsfw + sfw. kai is a warning himself, you aren’t any better though (manipulative behavior.) talks of murder, sex

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☪︎ ִ ࣪my friend said that this hc sounds like how she’d imagine my relationship with Kai. kind of a low blow but also the best compliment ever so.. no complaints

your ability to see through his lies and manipulation frustrates him to no end, as Kai was accustomed to everyone doing whatever he told them to

you won’t follow every single order Kai gave you, unless you think it’s feasible. most of the time, you operate on your own terms

your independent activities would annoy Kai, as he prefers to maintain control over all activities in F.I.T

however, once he recognizes how your actions benefit the cult's agenda, his fury would give way to reluctant admiration

as his girlfriend and second in command, you hold a delicate position in the cult - dangerously close to the centre of power and yet somehow the safest, as your connection to him gives you some degree of protection

any cult member who annoys you? good as dead. you’d find a way to frame them or make Kai get suspicious of them

he hates it when you boss the other cult members around, but also secretly thinks it’s kinda hot

Winter would have mixed feelings about you. she thinks you’re cool but she’s also lowkey afraid of you because you remind her of her brother sometimes

you’re the only one who can keep Kai in line (sort of)

but you’re also capable of making him worse. and vice versa (couple goals)

he puts a tracker in your phone, which you found out and dismantled it

pinky power is completely pointless

it’ll be personal contest— who’s the better liar? you two have the best poker faces

you were the first one to drink the “poisoned” kool aid. risky move but worth it

you carry a bottle of Adderall for Kai at all times. he even trusts you enough to let you administer the pill directly into his mouth

ways to manipulate him

kill for him. that’s an instant hard-on

feed that ego. you praise his leadership skills, intelligence and charisma, deepening his belief in his own superiority

mother him. wash his hair when you shower together. assist him with shaving. lay out his clothes for him. make him manwiches

behind the guise of nurturing gestures, every act of practical care serves as a small manipulation, reinforcing his dependency on you while gradually asserting your influence over him

you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger

councilman at day, clown at night

you’d play a crucial role in his election campaigns, acting as the perfect arm candy to bolster his public image

in public settings, you display affection in subtle yet very calculated ways:

holding hands, staring into each others eyes, sharing deep kisses— strategically timed for the cameras to capture

and the media would eat it all up

it’ll enhance Kai's image as a loving and passionate partner

you were the one who came up with the staged assassination stunt

Meadow was getting too close to Kai, and it irked you. so you planted that idea into Kai’s head, and he put it into action

Meadow got laid and then died, Kai got elected councilman, and you have your man all to yourself.. win-win-win situation!

wear a sexy clown outfit that comes with a corset and shows cleavage

it will distract Kai and piss him off because he has to maintain his dignity as a leader while trying to hide his raging boner

violence also turns him on; Kai likes his girls crazy. be the harley quinn to his joker

incorporate deadpan humour. during these fucked up situations, gotta lighten up the mood with disturbing and witty remarks

nsfw headcanons

Kai would ask you to seduce more followers into joining the cult

and the hypocrite would get so jealous, even though it was his idea

sex will be bomb though. he’d put in extra effort to prove that he’s superior

you give each other hickeys, lots

needless to say, you’d be the sub. that’s basically the no.1 rule in your relationship

better to squeeze a few tears during sex. it’ll fuel his ego, big time

if you’re giving him head, gag on purpose

he tells you that once he becomes president of the U.S, you’d be First Lady and he’ll fuck you in every single room in the White House (132 in total)

needless to say that you’re going to be the perfect mother of his messiah baby

a/n: i’m actually a sweetheart, don’t listen to my friend. oh and buzz-cut kai can rail me

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august126 · 7 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Bakugou Katsuki x female reader

Summary: y/n has a surprise for Katsuki on Valentine's Day.

warnings:Spanking,Oral Sex,Vaginal Sex,and Body Worship

y/n had never been one to spend money on expensive lingerie—it just seemed too frivolous, and she was very practical with her money.

But a few months ago she had bought an electric blue matching bra and panty set. It was all lace and strategic cut-outs. Completely impractical. But Katsuki had lost his mind after she had shed her date night little black dress and revealed the set. He had worshiped and ravaged her for hours. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

So she indulged in a little something to surprise Katsuki on Valentine’s Day.

She pulled the ensemble on and inspected herself in front of the full-length mirror they had in the walk-in closet. She twisted this way and that, trying to get a good view of the way the lingerie fit her. Finally she offered her reflection a small smirk, satisfied that her plan was in motion.

******

It had been a long day. Villains were out in droves. Katsuki must have resolved eight incidents during his patrol. He couldn’t wait to just relax at home with his wife. He pushed open the door to their apartment and was greeted with the tingling scent of spicy food. He inhaled deeply as he toed off his boots.

“Smells good in here, y/n!” he called as he padded towards the kitchen, wholly unprepared for what he was about to see.

“Welcome home, Katsuki,” y/n purred, and his cock twitched in his pants as he sucked in a breath.

Katsuki’s mouth hung open while he took in the sight before him. She was wearing a black lace bustier with red satin trim. Red garters clipped to the matching thigh high black stockings with lace trim. The ensemble was finished off with a redtrimmed black g-string. The red details seemed to perfectly highlight her curves and fuck, y/n had delicious curves.

“Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed as his eyes raked over her.

She bit her lip and smiled back at him, one hip cocked with her legs crossed at the ankles to further enhance the illusion of her curves. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” she said with a wink that had Katsuki’s brain short-circuiting.

Holy fuck she was hot. He was so fucking lucky.

Without another thought, he closed the space between them and harshly pulled her body flush to him as he crushed her lips with his. He palmed her bare ass before he lifted her and settled her on the counter, stepping between her legs. y/n giggled against his lips. He nibbled hungrily at her.

“Dinner has to simmer for a bit so I thought maybe we could do something to pass the time,” she said as she raked her hands through his hair, eliciting a growl from him.

“What…did you…have…in mind…Angel?” he asked as he kissed along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, and finally found his place between her perfect tits. He nuzzled into her cleavage before turning his head to bite and suck at one breast.

She leaned towards him and nibbled his ear before her breath ghosted over him as she whispered, “Whatever you want.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled as he lifted her once again and carried her to their bedroom, tossing her on the bed and taking a minute to enjoy the lingerie again. “So fucking perfect.”

He slowly crawled over her, trailing his hand slowly up one leg. She squirmed at his touch, and he knew if she had been wearing any other color panties, he’d see the damp spot at her core—displaying her arousal like a billboard. The black hid it well, but he didn’t need to see to know how wet she already was. He unclipped one red garter and drew the stocking down her leg, kissing along as he exposed more skin. With one stocking gone, he licked up the now bare leg as his hand traveled up her other leg, skimming over the nylon and lace. He repeated the process, unclipping the garter and kissing along her other leg as he painstakingly dragged the stocking off.

“Katsuki, please.” y/n begged, desperate for his touch on more than just her legs.

“I need to unwrap my present first,” he said as he kissed back up her leg. He paused at her cunt. “Hmm, what to unwrap next.” He playfully nibbled at the red trim of her g-string. His hands gripped her hips, fingers teasing the thin strings before he abandoned that and climbed over her.

He claimed her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips before he pushed his tongue past her barely parted lips. He could taste a hint of wine on her tongue as he lapped up the moans that couldn’t quite escape her mouth. When he pulled back, she whimpered at the momentary loss of contact.

“Calm down, Angel,” he whispered as he rolled her over and slapped her exposed ass hard. And again. And once more, for good measure.

“Hnngh, Katsuki,” she moaned.

He admired the red mark on her cheek as he slowly started undoing the clasps on the back of the bustier, his fingers teasing her skin with each clasp he unfastened. She shivered under his featherlight touch. When he finally finished unfastening each clasp, he flipped her back onto her back again to remove the bustier.

He growled at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he quickly took one in his mouth—sucking and nipping at her. He took her nipple gently between his teeth and tugged slightly. She arched into the rough touch with a whine. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the motions before finally kissing his way down her body and taking the red trim of the g-string into his teeth again.

“Off now,” she begged, and he resisted the urge to rip the thong off with a small explosion. Instead, he carefully pulled it off and tossed it to the side, preserving the g-string to live another day. Her pussy glistened in the low light of the bedroom, her arousal clear.

“What do you want me to do next?” he asked, his voice husky as he hovered just over her, his hot breaths teasing her sensitive skin.

“Tongue,” she whined and pushed his head towards her cunt.

His tongue darted out eagerly, and he licked a long slow trail up her folds before swirling his tongue around her clit.

“Mmm, fuck, y/n” he whispered and closed his lips around her swollen clit again, sucking hungrily. “God, you taste so good.”

He continued to lick and suck, lapping up the juices collecting between her legs as she squirmed in pleasure from Katsuki’s undivided attention. His tongue swirled her clit again, and he pushed two fingers into her, pumping and flexing—curling his fingers to press into the bundle of nerves that sent her orgasm crashing into her.

“Fuck! Katsuki, yes!” she cried out as she came. He drank her in, continuing to lick and fingerfuck her through the orgasm.

Her hand fisted in his wild hair, and she pulled his head away from her body, pulling him up to her. She pulled his lips to her in a desperate fashion, needing to taste herself on his tongue. breaking their kiss and settled herself on top of him.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked, suddenly realizing he was still fully dressed.

-he smirked—“I was a little distracted opening my present.”

“That has to change immediately,” she said, and Katsuki sat up so she could pull his shirt off. She hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing some of the pressure on his hard cock. “Need you,” she mumbled in determination, tugging his pants down his legs. He lifted his hips to help and started pushing his boxer briefs down as well.

y/n was quick to remove the offending clothing, and before Katsuki could react to anything else, she was wrapping her lips around his hard cock, sucking intently.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed in surprise, trying not to cum instantly at the sudden, intense contact.

“Fuck, Angel,” he moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly. She kept sucking and licking as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled his head, licking up the beads of pre dripping out.

She released his cock with a pop, a trail of spit still connecting them. She licked her lips and moved to kiss him as her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping a few times while they kissed. She broke away and lined him up at her entrance, teasing his head against her folds.

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the flesh and his crimson eyes watched her intently, allowing her to take control. She slowly sank onto his cock, reveling at the stretch to accommodate his size.

“Oh fuck, Katsuki,” she moaned, “God, so good.”

Once she had him sheathed fully within her, she started riding his cock, and he gripped her harder, fingers digging into her plush hips.

“Oh, fuck, oh my— fuck, y/n,” he breathed out. She felt so fucking good. He wasn’t sure he would last very long with the way she was moving and the vision of her in that lingerie still floating through his mind.

“Suck my tit,” she commanded as she rode his cock. Katsuki was quick to obey, sitting up and pulling a tit into his mouth. He kneaded her other breast with his free hand, thumb ghosting over the nipple before he pinched it hard enough to elicit a gasp.

The attention made her ride him harder, the headboard slamming into the wall with the movements. Katsuki shifted one hand to swirl his thumb around her clit, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, unable to form sounds as she came. He rolled them over and fucked into her with erratic thrusts as he chased his own release.

He cried out her name as he came and then collapsed on top of her.

“Fuck

She giggled as she threaded her fingers through his wild mane. “We probably have time for another round before dinner’s ready.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Angel,” he growled as he kissed her.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #my hero acedamia #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugou #mha smut #bnha smut #katsuki smut #boku no hero acadamia smut

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gascon-en-exil · 4 months

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Anon says as if FEH isn't using the few Male OCS to sell muscle. Bruno literaly became a meme and then there is the deer men of book VIII

Those are not remotely equivalent. Bruno hasn't been consistently relevant for years, and despite having been in the game since 2017 has all of two alts - neither of which are particularly sexy. The new deer guy is currently just background art; the internet only started thirsting after him so hard because we've been so starved of male OCs, especially after Book VII.

Further, the attempt to deflect from how female characters are objectified in FEH and similar properties by pointing out overly muscled male designs has always been a deeply flawed one. One exists for straight male titillation; the other exists as a straight male power fantasy. There is absolutely a point to be made about how hypermuscular bodies in media promote unhealthy ideas about what men should look like, but that's an entirely separate conversation from the one that frames characters as sex objects. Gay/bi men are best in a position to appreciate the issue from both sides, and the solution we most often pose when discussing such things is to show a wider variety of male bodies in states of (potentially eroticized) undress - a solution that I imagine would not go over well with the sorts of straight men who like to bring up muscular male characters as a gotcha.

The shirtless muscular guys of most media are never framed or positioned in the same way that even more modestly-dressed female characters often are when they're being marketed based on some kind of sex appeal. Gay porn games are the only type of animated media I've seen that treats male characters at all in the same way as female characters are handled on most of FEH's seasonal banners. As an example, let me revisit a point I made about a week ago, in reference to the new winter banner.

Here is Claude, wearing a reindeer-themed holiday outfit.

Now here is another character wearing a reindeer-themed holiday outfit, this time from the gay dating sim Camp Buddy: Scoutmaster Season.

A bit excessive? Yes, but I've got a point to make here. Let's talk about the differences. We've got

a crotch bulge, as well as a small treasure trail. Contrast summer Lorenz and his speedo with Ken doll anatomy.

extensive muscle definition, including pronounced tits pecs. Contrast summer Ephraim, summer Dimitri, and others.

visible nipples, something the internet also went crazy over when they randomly appeared on Fargus back in November. This isn't merely about being anatomically correct; nipples are an erogenous zone for some men, and to include them in a bare-chested design indicates that this character is not just a slab of muscle (as the power fantasy angle would prefer) but has potential erotic vulnerabilities.

a harness that greatly resembles bondage gear, and is in fact used in that way later on.

most obviously, about as much skin on display as the average female unit on summer banners

and while not apparent here, a willingness to commit to the inherent silliness of the bit in the subsequent sex scenes, which employ a flurry of intentionally bad holiday-themed puns and have the characters act out a reindeer-flavored variety of pony play.

But that's far too horny for a winter banner, you say? Don't tell that to Edelgard's thigh-highs and upskirt. Isn't that specific combination a fetish in its own right?

Or Yunaka with her cleavage and camel toe and strategically-placed bits of bare skin.

Or just look at the Byleths side-by-side. Only the female version is baring her shoulders and midriff in a form-fitting top...surely that's for entirely innocent reasons.

And again, check out any given summer banner and see just how far FEH will push its rating with its female cast.

Of course this is all from a gay male perspective; I can't speak to what women find attractive in animated male characters. Anecdotally the most popular options are characters who are already prominent and popular (so...not Bruno or the unnamed deer guy). Also, there are times when women in the fandom pick up on stuff about these guys' bodies that I wouldn't have even thought to eroticize at first, like Dimitri's proportionally small waist. Others can feel free to add onto this if they like.

TL;DR, if FEH truly wants to sell itself on sleaze (which of course it does, and already is), it seriously needs to step up its game with its male cast.

#Fire Emblem #FEH #Fire Emblem Heroes

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hilarychuff · 1 year

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uptown girls jonsa au

happy valentine’s day just wanted to share a lil excerpt from a very slow going project based on my uptown girls jonsa au graphic

He’s standing off in the corner of the club when she first notices him, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his black jeans. He’s with a woman, an agent Sansa thinks she’s probably met before in passing, and they’re talking to another couple. She wonders at first if they’re together. They’re certainly standing close enough, but then the woman reaches out and touches his arm, and the way he leans slightly away instead of towards her tells Sansa everything that she needs to know. He may be standing with the woman, but he’s not with her, and he doesn’t want to be.

When Sansa sees him again, he’s taking the stage, hoisting an acoustic guitar by the neck as he drapes the strap over one shoulder. His other hand reaches for the mic stand, pulls it closer, and his voice is low, rough when it comes over the speakers. He never says her name, his eyes never find her in the crowd, but he dedicates his first song to the birthday girl, and she flushes pink, warm with want. He’s beautiful, she thinks. Talented. Passionate. His eyes close at one point during the song, squeezed shut in an earnest expression, and she wants to reach out and touch the crinkle where his brows knit together. She watches his hands on the instruments, his fingers on the strings. He’s showing off for the music execs in the room, not for her, trotted out and put on display by the woman who’d touched his arm, but she wonders how much of this is his marketing pitch — sexy, sultry, sullen — and how much is just him.

“You know,” Myranda purrs, voice low when she catches Sansa staring. “They say he’s supposed to be celibate or something like that. Practically a crow.” She’s familiar with him from the industry chatter, worked with his agent Melisandre to book him for one of the night’s sets, and she says he’s married to his music. “You’d be better off setting your sights somewhere else, darling.”

But Sansa doesn’t want anyone else. She wants him, and she knows how to make men want her too, so when she sees him for the third time, heading out of the club not more than 45 minutes after his set, she gets up to follow, leaving Harry and his girls sitting at the booth they’d squeezed into.

“Sansa,” Harry calls after her. “Where are you going? Your party’s not over.” It’s not. It’s not even midnight yet. She usually stays out until the early hours of the morning when she hits the club with Myranda and Harry, and this whole evening is supposed to be for her, supposed to be all about her for her birthday, but if Jon Snow is leaving, then she is, too. “Oh, come on!” Harry shouts when she brushes him off with a wave of the hand, not bothering to look back. “You know you only want him because Myranda said you can’t have him!”

When she steps over the threshold, he’s still there, hailing a cab, and she doesn’t hesitate to approach, moving close to angle herself between him and the street.

“Hi,” she breathes.

One eyebrow goes up. “Hi,” he echoes.

She wants to touch him, wants to reach for his arm or his chest, step close enough that his arms automatically come up around her, but she remembers how he’d reacted earlier when Melisandre had placed her hand on his bicep. She can wait for him to come to her.

“I don’t think we met inside,” she says instead, “but you sang me a song.”

There’s a slight lift at one corner of his mouth. “Oh?”

She nods, cocks her head to one side, reaches up to toy with her necklace. A locket hangs low in her cleavage, and she watches as the motion grabs his attention, his eyes following her hand. She lets the chain slide free from her grip, lets her fingers trail down the front of her dress. It’s not much, long but fitted and just the other side of sheer with strategically placed beading and embroidery. She thinks he likes it. She waits for him to finish tracking the movement, and then she straightens up to her full height, her posture perfect, chest forward. Her heels are only a few inches, but they bring her eye to eye with him, making them all but the same height. When his gaze finally meets hers again, she gives him a slow smile, letting it spread across her face as they lock eyes.

“Birthday girl,” he guesses.

“At your service,” she promises.

#jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #asoiaf #jonsa fic #jonsa au #asoiaf uptown girls au #my writing

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haro-ra · 2 years

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Day 2 of @scrapyard-princess 's sexy Entrapta week! Space 🌌

Adora was in the yard with Swift Wind (bad location anyway, no coverage, no privacy) and Mermista was in the bathroom and Sea Hawk was in the upper halls practicing his shanties with the cool acoustics and Glimmer was in the enclave practicing magic with Castaspella and Double Trouble was in the spare room and Perfuma was in the other spare room and Catra was in the kitchen and Hordak and Wrong Hordak were in the dining hall and Bow was in Entrapta’s makeshift workshop and Micah was in the foyer and Spinerella and Netossa were having their own private moment near the runestone and to top it all off, Frosta was wandering the halls!

There was nowhere in all of Brightmoon that Entrapta was going to find an ounce of privacy, much less enough for two.

But!

But.

Darla was unoccupied. She wouldn’t stay that way if someone saw Entrapa and Scorpia squirrel away inside her and they left her on the ground. But Darla was space-flight capable. And there was no one to bother them out there in the crushing void of space! Entrapta could even turn off her comms, just for a quick bit. Or a long bit.

It had been a hot fucking minute since she and Scorpia had had a moment alone when they weren’t 1. busy with other things or 2. under imminent threat of death. Lot of imminent threat of death around here. It made for lots of opportunities to expand her data collection! It also put a damper on the general sexual capacity of everyone involved.

But now the world was saved and balance restored and blah blah blah and Scorpia was wearing that pretty new high-low dress she’d had commissioned now that she wasn’t stuck with military leotards anymore, and she was wearing the strappy knee-high sandal lookin’ things that Entrapta didn’t know the word for and the flowing fabric flared around her ankles and her thighs as she walked (or, well, was eagerly ushered) into Darla.

“Oooo, been a while since I’ve seen this ol’ thing. You showing off old first one’s tech to me?” Scorpia happily prattled as Entrapta’s fingers flew over the keys. The door shut and her beautiful, beautiful girl whirred to life, engines engaging.

“No! Well, yes! Maybe! Later though. First—” Entrapta threw a quick aside, “Darla take us into orbit and hold us there—First! I was thinking you and I could get a liiiiiittle time to ourselves. Out in space. Alone.”

“Oh. Oooooooooooh. Oh~” Scorpia grinned. “Is that what this is all about?”

Scorpia’s pedipalps caressed Entrapta’s sleeveless, turtleneck dress with the strategic hole over her cleavage. It was a bright teal with purple borders and bugs embroidered along said borders. Entrapta liked how it flared out from her hips and gave her an upside-down teacup look about her legs, knee-high socks on display beneath. Scorpia seemed to appreciate the boob window, right that moment.

“It is!” Entrapta confirmed happily, hopping up on her hair and using her (ungloved, weird) hands to slide over Scorpia’s pretty pretty hips. She smiled up at her lover, and was rewarded with a smoldering smile back.

“Holding pattern achieved. Will remain until further instruction.”

“Thanks Darla!” both Scopia and Entrapta chorused. It was one of the things that endeared Scorpia to her so much. That even if Scorpia probably didn’t entirely see the bots as people the same way Entrapta did, she could at least understand the sentiment, and was always polite to Entrapta’s tech.

“Well, now that it’s just us,” Scorpia intoned, carding a pedipalp delicately through Entrapta’s hair and the other brushing beneath her jaw.

“Now that it’s just us,” Entrapta echoed with a satisfied smirk.

Scorpia’s mouth was hot against hers, her body strong and firm beneath her hands, and Entrapta’s hair corkscrewed delightedly as the two set to make up for lost time.

#sexyentrapta22 #scorpia #entrapta #scortrapta #writing #my writing #fade to black cause i dont have time to write the whole thing XD #art #my art

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summersecure54 · 2 years

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martellprincess-writes · 2 years

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haikyuu!! bad boyfriends: ushijima wakatoshi

tw: 20+, minors & under-20s DNI please noncon, domestic violence, gaslighting, humiliation, toxic relationship, heavy on violence, manipulation

summary: In this fic, Ushijima Wakatoshi is your college athlete boyfriend. He’s unaffectionate and cold, but you immerse him in love and adoration anyways. It’s your love language to give even if you don’t receive. Tonight, however, after a girls night in and hearing what all your friends’ boyfriends did for them for V Day, you’re annoyed. You make a snarky remark while you’re in bed with him, and he makes it a mistake you’ll never forget.

college/university AU | collegeathlete!ushi | popular!reader | Euphoria dialogue

wc: 3.4k

Ushijima and you are practical opposites. He seldom speaks whereas you have no problem speaking your mind and snapping at anyone who crosses you. He’s a serious person while you love being loud and light-hearted, always the life of the party. In fact, Ushijima hates parties but you’re always looking to get drunk and be wild with your girlfriends. “Your favorite baddies on campus”, as your instagram captions declare. He’s unaffectionate and cold, but you immerse him in love and adoration anyways. It’s your love language to give even if you don’t receive, and you don’t mind. Give, you do.

Tonight, however, it’s different. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve reached your limit over how little he does for you. You meet Ushijima at the townhouse he rents with a few of his teammates. His eyes widen when he opens the door, getting a good look at you. You wear a tight black tank top that shows off your cleavage with hiked up neon gym shorts that emphasize your bronzed summer skin.

He’s thin-lipped but silent as he watches you take off your shoes. Ushijima puts his hand on your lower back, nudging you up the stairs when he sees your shorts barely cover your cheeks. He speaks low, leaning into your ear as you head up to his bedroom. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“Why?” You have a bit of attitude in your tone already.

“You know I don’t like it when you dress like that.”

“What? I can’t wear gym clothes?” You argue as you enter his bedroom. It’s dimly lit with his purple LED strips. The lights match the tone of the songs his speakers put out, another slowed and reverb hip-hop playlist as per usual.

You spin around and plop yourself on the edge of his bed, crossing your thighs and leaning back against your hands. He stands in the doorway, watching you push your boobs out at full display. You can see he’s getting irritated. Good.

You had picked your outfit strategically. You wanted him to burn the same way you were.

His eyes go down and up your body once more. “You know damn well no one is dressing like that unless they want people to look.”

You shrug. “So what if I do?”

He scowls at you, his mouth slightly open as he pushes his tongue against his molars. The fronts of his eyebrows perk up, but he’s very unimpressed. “You here to fight or here to fuck?”

You feel yourself between your thighs when he says that. You lean back on your elbows and open your legs, placing one of your heels on his bed frame. “Of course I don’t wanna fight. Come here, daddy.”

He closes the door behind him and comes up to you. He leans over you and wraps his arm around your back, picking you up without any effort and tossing you into the center of his bed. You have a small smile on your face as you give him a daring look. “Hi.”

His eyes trail down to your glossy lips. “Hey,” he responds softly.

Ushijima closes his eyes and kisses your lips softly. You kiss back, pressing your palm against his cheek. Your hand moves down to the back of his neck as you deepen your kisses. You squeeze your hand, pulling him in while he opens your thighs and gets his hips between your legs.

“Fuck,” he mumbles and you giggle. He gets up and takes his pants off.

You grin as he comes back to you as fast as he can. “I know you think I look sexy.”

“I don’t know about that,” He speaks low, although you just barely see the corners of his lips curl.

You hug him, feeling his toned pecs press against your chest. Your hands rub along his muscular shoulder blades, making you to sigh softly into his mouth. You know how much he likes that. He kisses you hard, pushing his tongue into your mouth before he slips his big hands under your back, squeezing your shoulders. You moan in response and massage his tongue with yours, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding yourself against his soft bulge.

You moan lightly. “Mmm, I want you so bad, daddy. Let me take your shirt off.”

“Okay, baby.” Ushijima moves down your face and sucks on your neck while you pull his shirt off his back. He wears that cologne you love that makes him smell like such a man. You wrap your fingers around his shirt and squeeze, pulling him closer while you grind against him one more before you strip him, tossing his shirt on the bed above you. Your hands move down to his bulge.

He’s almost completely soft. You slightly snap your head back in confusion, looking up at him. “Um, do you need help?”

“Uh,” He averts his eyes. “Just put your mouth on it or something.”

“Yeah,” You sit up and rub the side of his arm with love. “Lie on your back.”

He lies down and you straddle him, taking your tank top off before you bring your face to his pelvis. You look up at him, your eyebrows casting a seductive shadow over your eyes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about, baby —“

“I’m not ashamed,” Ushijima snaps. “I just need a minute.”

“No, I know,” You speak in a sweet voice, trying to soothe him so his ego doesn’t bruise. “Let me take care of you. Just enjoy the view,” you smirk and shake your ass as you stick it in the air, curving your back. You pull his black boxer briefs down.

You kiss his dick before you get started. You start pumping his length, thinking of how being with him has made you accustomed to taking such a big cock in your mouth. You drag your tongue up his base before swirling your tongue around his tip. Nothing’s happening. Is he serious?

Well, this does happen to him from time to time. He usually gets stressed because of volleyball. You know it’s not his fault, but still you can feel yourself getting more annoyed this time around. You know if you look up at him, he’ll get embarrassed, but you can’t help it. You steal a look and he groans in frustration, pushing you off.

You roll your eyes as he puts his boxers back on. “Yeah, well, you are the most emotionless person on earth so it makes sense.”

“The fuck is your issue, [name]?” He barks as he sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

Usually you’d ask him what’s wrong and try to make him feel better until he could finally get it up, but enough. It’s always about him and what you can do for him. You go off.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind too, asshole. I had to spend all of last night with the girls listening to them gush about their boyfriends and what everyone did for Valentine’s Day. They went all out. Even Arianna and Jess’s guys, and they’re not even officially dating.”

He throws his hand up. “[Name], do you really think I give a shit about those annoying bitches?”

“Ushijima,” You grab his shoulder and try to yank him so he looks at you, but he’s stoic and anchored, keeping his back to you. “I’m the one in the group who’s had a boyfriend for the longest. What are you gonna do when it’s our one-year? Send me a text? And by the way, they’ve noticed too.” You sigh, turning your head away. “They singled me out and asked me.”

Your boyfriend groans. “Just shut up —“

“And what was I supposed to say?” you yell. “Oh, my boyfriend said he wasn’t into that kind of stuff so I spent the night alone in my room watching rom-coms and eating ice cream like I had just gotten dumped.”

“I said shut up!” He grabs your face and thrusts you into the mattress like a lifeless doll.

Ushijima stands up and walks away. “Goddamn it.”

He moves to the other side of the room and sits on the chair by his desk. You watch him intently as you’re starting to get scared. He sits across the room with only one side of his face showing. His jaw clenches like it’s about to snap.

“You know what your fucking problem is?” His teeth grind together like he’s holding himself back from punching a wall. Or maybe you. “You can’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“And you can’t keep your dick hard,” you snap back, your heart rate soaring.

He looks at you, eyes stark.

“What’d you say?” he warns.

“You heard me,” you taunt, although you feel your mouth dry up almost instantly.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t.” He talks down to you like he’s your father. “You wanna say it again? Huh?”

You swing your hand in the air. “You’re so fucking emotionless. That’s why you can’t get your dick hard, you dick.”

He lunges at you from across the room. He shoves you into the mattress, tossing you in again and again.

He doesn’t stop, not even when you try to sit up. Every time you do, he pushes you back in. You roll onto your back and start putting up a fight, smacking his hands away as he repeatedly pulls you off the mattress only to toss you back in. You manage to get in one hard slap that’s hard enough it hurts your palm too. It reaches the outer part of his arm. His eyes bulge like a feral animal and he pulls his hand back above himself. He swings forward with all the force he can round up, slapping you across the face.

It knocks all the air out of you, sending your cheek just over the edge of the mattress as you plummet into the bed. You start sobbing immediately, louder than you ever have before.

“You wanna fucking play, huh?” You hear Ushijima ringing in your ears, although his voice is low, shaking with anger. “You wanna play? Well there you go.”

You continue crying into the mattress, your whole body shaking. You gather yourself and sit up, holding your palm to your cheek. You look up at him. The asshole has no expression. Nothing beyond the anger. The anger in his forehead. The anger between his brows. The anger on the corners of his mouth. Nothing but anger and rage.

You pounce at Ushijima and push him, but you’re not a match for him in the slightest. He grabs you by the sides of your small arms and tosses you onto your back once again. He climbs onto the bed, straddling your hips to pin you down while he wraps his massive hands around your small neck. He starts squeezing the sides, not touching your windpipe, but the blood circulation starts to cut off. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your neck.

You squirm under him and try kicking your legs, but it’s no use. He’s a college athlete for a reason. His iron thighs have you locked.

You choke up. “Ushijima — I’m done — We’re through,” you manage through a strained voice.

“What?”

“I’m breaking up with you!“ you yell at him like it isn’t obvious.

He stops. You watch as the rage slips off of him like silk, his shoulders relaxing. He pulls his hands away from your neck and sits back, although he stays on top of you.

You start hyperventilating while you sob. You pant loudly as you catch your breath in between your cries. The tears don’t stop streaming. When you finally focus on him again, you realize the rage is still there —

He slaps you again. One strike one side, then a boney-knuckled backhand to the other. You feel his fist sock into the side of your ribs. You groan in anguish as you attempt to roll over. “Ushi-!”

You try to grab his wrists in a desperate attempt to stop him, whatever he’s about to do next, but his fingers slide into your shorts and he rips them off taking your underwear with him.

You scream. “Ushijima, what the fuck is wrong with you?” The music feels louder. He slides in between your legs and grabs one of them, forcing your knee on top of his shoulder.

He pulls his dick out and starts to stroke himself. You whimper, getting to your elbows and trying to shuffle away, but his other hand grips your thigh that he’s hiked up, pressing your leg into his chest.

“Fucking let go, you psycho!” you beg.

“You want it so fucking bad, huh? Is that what this is? Trying to get a rise out of me?” He pants as he speeds up his strokes. “I’ve fucking had it with you, you whore. You and your friends think you’re such bad bitches, you’re just a bunch of fucking sluts.”

“You’re a sadist,” you cry. “You’re psychotic. You’re sick!”

“Oh, I’m a sadist?” He laughs as he lets go of his dick, now fully erect and wet with pre-cum. He shrugs. “Maybe you’re right, cuz you know what?” He leans forward, putting one hand on the bed to position himself while his other hand continues to grip your thigh. “You’re pretty when you cry. It makes me so hard.”

You feel his tip right along your folds and you use all your strength to wriggle free. But you can’t. You arch your back in fearful preparation.

He pounds into you. His thrusts rough and fast with no lead-up. It’s like he’s trying to tear you apart. “Stop it!”

Your scream is guttural.

He slides your knee off him in response, leaning over a bit. He smacks you in your face.

“Oh my god,” you weep, holding the side of your face as your eyes squeeze shut from the pain. Your whine is so weak and shaky as he leans forward to lie on top of you. You wonder if you’re going to die. You finally start to beg for your life.

“Please.”

“You want a dick stuffed in you so bad, hm? So take it.” He huffs and puffs over your face while his hands hold the top of your head. He’s huddled all over you. His arms on the sides of your head, closing you in. When he thrusts, the top of your head hits his palms, and when you open your eyes, his sweat-dampened hair that sticks to his dripping face is right on top of you. The only familiarity of Ushijima that remains is the smell of his cologne. It engulfs you completely. It’s not your favorite anymore.

“Ushi, stop,” your voice is now reduced to a weak breath. You have one hand to your face, pushing as hard as you can to stop the stinging. Your other arm is pushed against his adam’s apple, trying to get him off.

“Not until I blow this load in you. Oh, fuck.”

He starts moaning and telling you how worthless you are, like it gets him off to do it, and he needs to feel sweet release more than anything right now. He grabs the arm you have at his neck and pushes it into the mattress. He puts his forehead on yours. You feel his lips vibrate on your cheek as he says —

“You bitch. You fucking bitch. Take it. Fucking take it, you slut. Oh god, yes.”

He stops ramming into you and pushes one more time as far in as he can. Your sharp inhale is a weak, strained wheeze. He holds his head back and squeezes his eyes shut as he reaches his peak. You see the veins popping out of his sweaty neck, while a few beads of sweat fall down his cheek, mocking your tears. He opens his mouth and lets out a weak, strained moan.

Ushijima unloads and sighs, finally satisfied and relieved. He stays in you and only now does he grind slow, bringing down his pace while his sweaty forehead rests against the side of yours.

You stay put until he eventually pulls out and lies on his back. You roll off the bed and fall to your hands and knees. You can’t see anything, just dimly lit purple blurs as the tears block your view.

Your hands rummage over the floor, trying to salvage whatever clothes you can. You feel his warm cum drip down your thigh.

You grab your clothes and run into his bathroom, leaning against the door as soon as you close it behind you. You bend your knees a bit and hunch over, hugging your balled up clothes into your chest as you sob once again.

After a few moments, you put your clothes on the counter and lean against it, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup is a mess, the mascara all down your face. Your eyes, nose, cheeks, all red. Your eyes are especially wet as the tears just keep rolling, but you’re not sobbing anymore. Just tears leaking on a face that’s spent.

You wipe your thighs down, getting your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, or you don’t know what, off of you before you put your clothes back on. You move slowly as your ribs ache from his blows. Your whole body aches actually, especially your face. The swelling is already starting.

You run your hands under the cold water and bring them to your face. You stay there for a while, letting yourself catch your breath.

Once you collect yourself and wash off whatever mascara you can, although it really doesn’t help much, you fidget with your clothes a bit and then look at the door. Do you leave? Will he let you? What if you storm out? Do you have everything you need? Although those questions race through your mind, you feel yourself not wanting to go.

Your hand grips the doorknob and turns it, opening the door although you sense you hadn’t given yourself full permission to do that yet. You hadn’t come to any decision really, but the door opens, Ushijima standing right there.

He steps into the light and bends over the counter, turning the faucet on and washing his face. He puts some water in his mouth then spits. You watch him, like a fly on the wall, like you’re not even there.

He closes the faucet and looks at you through the mirror. You feel like you’ve stopped breathing.

Ushijima stands straight and turns to you. He feels taller than he is, like he’s towering over you even more than he used to. You don’t do or say anything. You just look at him. He’s always been a little intimidating, but now you’re fully scared. Your big doll-like eyes look up at him as you wait, unable to speak.

Your legs shake a bit but he doesn’t notice.

“What do you wanna do now?” he asks in an almost bored mumble. “You wanna go get dinner?”

Your mouth parts open in disbelief. It takes a minute. “What?”

“You wanna go get dinner?” he repeats, leaning against the door frame. “Come on. I’ll take you wherever you wanna go.”

“What? No. I’m leaving,” you say in an unconvincing tone.

Ushijima groans. “What is with your fucking attitude?”

“My attitude?” Your voice rises, shaking already as you fold your arms over your chest. “You hurt me. You forced yourself on me —“

“Oh my god,” he rolls his eyes. “I put you in your place. If you don’t like that, don’t show me an attitude. And I didn’t force — I’m your boyfriend.”

You try to speak, but you come up empty. Instead, your chin quivers and your head falls as you start sobbing again.

Ushijima snaps his tongue. “Aw, come on.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. He pats your hair and kisses the top of your head, squeezing you into his muscular chest. You start crying harder. You wrap your arms around his waist. He’s the one who hurt you, but he’s also the only person you want consolation from. That’s why you didn’t want to leave.

When you finally stop crying, he lets you go. “Let me take you to dinner,” he says.

“I…” You take a deep breath, feeling your lungs fill after such a long time. “I don’t want to do anything. I’m tired.”

“Okay,” he nods and turns off the bathroom light. “Come on. Come to bed.”

You take his hand and he leads you back into the dark, purple room.

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mercedes midnight runs | drabble

synopsis: ur thirsting over jk driving you around in a mercedes

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: R

genre: smut, angst | warnings: pwp basically (the thirst is real and unquenchable) with lidol angst ; swearing ; degradation ; car sex (pls dont do this while driving fjlaksas)

word count: 2.1k

g/n: this is the first installment for my ‘between the lines’ collection! ackkk ive been wanting to do this for so long because ive always thirsted over the boys driving and imagining jk driving his mercedes around seoul is just,,,,, eye ---- btw, this is heavily unedited nhnghgnhgn i just had to share the thirst with yall real quick

between the lines navi. | navi. | m.list

You’ve already planned out a quiet night to yourself tonight to rest and get your mind off of things, but all of a sudden, just as you were about to settle in bed, Jungkook sends you a text, telling you to get ready in half an hour because he’s going to pick you up and take you out somewhere.

It isn't new news anymore that he’s texting you at this hour because he’s only permitted to go out after his schedules, which usually also end late at night. Superstar problems, can’t relate.

Well, that and because your relationship with him warrants these types of late night meet-ups. It’s that type of arrangement you’d never thought you’d agree to, but eventually, learned to cope with. Your phone pings - a new message.

[🕺] 12:45AM

im out front

When you exit your apartment, you see an unfamiliar silver car parked in front of the building, you back up the stairs, wary of who might be inside the mysterious vehicle. The window rolls down halfway, and you see Jungkook takes a peek through the small space.

Going back down the steps, you quickly climb inside the vehicle. “New car?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

You hum in agreement, tracing a hand along the sleek design of the dashboard. “It’s very...you,” you remark, in awe at how this new Benz fits Jungkook so well. “C’mere,” Jungkook tugs at your elbow, closing the distance between the two of you. “Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed you.” He presses his lightly chapped lips against yours, nipping gently at your bottom lip. Abruptly, you pull away, worried.

“Kook...what if someone sees?”

“I got the windows tinted. I got this car for us.” His words resonate throughout the car, and you're afraid he might hear your heart thudding strongly in your chest. You choose to ignore the implications of his words, focusing on his presence and not your treacherous thoughts.

You give him a chaste kiss on his cheek in reply, sending a smile in his direction. You hope he doesn't see your real emotions swimming in your eyes. “Where are we escaping off to tonight?” Internally cringing at your careless choice of words, you take off your hoodie and place it at the backseat, along with your purse, all the while giving him a generous display of your cleavage as a distraction.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “I’m having second thoughts now, if we should really leave or not,” he says, unabashedly staring at your chest, eyeing your nipples, pert against the fabric of your low-cut top. “No bra?”

“You told me you’d be here in twenty minutes, so I had to hurry….”

“Wearing a bra takes you twenty minutes now?” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head at your lame excuse.

“Yup, especially when all I could think about is having you take them off. So be grateful, because I’m doing you a favor.” You give him a wink, giggling when he huffs and starts the car. You’ve outwitted him once more. Silently, deep within the recesses of your brain, you wish you had the same amount of control you had over your words with your heart, especially when you’re around Jungkook.

Connecting your phone to the car’s music player via bluetooth, you scroll through your recents and pick on your favorite playlist when you’re with Jungkook. ‘Sexy Can I’ by Ray J and Yung Berg comes first on shuffle.

“That sounds like a very promising playlist.”

Your conversation slowly lulls into silence, the two of you seated there quietly as you feel the enhanced bass reverberate throughout the new car. Leaning against the headrest, you glimpse at the man beside you, studying his features.

Sometimes you find it funny how never in a million years did you even dream of being this close to the Euphoria crooner. If it wasn’t for your cousin Eunkyung - an idol who debuted the same year as Jungkook did, who’s likewise a very good friend of the latter, then you don't think you would even come close to breathing the same air as the global sensation beside you.

Judging by the movement of Jungkook’s lips, you reckon he’s been speaking to you for the last five minutes, but you definitely have not processed a single word from him, for all you care. You couldn't blame yourself though, and Jungkook is certainly the one who is to take responsibility for your momentary preoccupation.

“You okay babe?”

“Mhmmhm”

If you were going to be completely honest, you were far from okay. Besides the many thoughts swirling inside your head, your trusty menstrual cycle tracker app is telling you that you’re bound to welcome your monthly visitor in a week - which means you’re PMSing - which further means you’re only in one certain state of mind - you’re insatiably horny.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is absolutely no help at all. Not when he constantly looks like sex personified - muscular thighs, veiny arms, the whole package. Plus, there’s something about Jungkook behind the wheel that’s ultimately driving you crazy.

A major part of it is your hormones for sure, but then again, even your hormones are thirsting over Jungkook driving, veiny forearms on display as he grips the wheel, or the way he backs up with only one hand on the steering wheel, or the way he sometimes keep a hand on your thigh as he drives. The formula is clear: Jeon Jungkook will be the cause of your insanity.

Jungkook pulls up the sleeves of his Carhartt sweater, revealing his nearing full-sleeve-tattooed right arm. The sight instantly makes you water, or wetter. Whichever the case may be.

You hadn’t seen him in a week, busy working on his mixtape, amongst other stuff. And you miss him terribly, sex with him included. As desperate and slutty that sounds, Jungkook is that type of person that leaves you wanting, yearning for more.

“What’s going on then?”

“If this is about Eunkyung…you know we already talked about that…”

“I don’t wanna talk about that, Jungkook.”

“What’s wrong then?”

You don’t answer, just silently watching the muscles on his forearm ripple as he pulls on the hand brake when you get to an intersection. You gulp, looking away as you push your thighs together, hoping that somehow the friction will help the desire pooling between your legs. The action doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, whose eyes instantly darken, now all too aware of your state.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby girl.”

Your resolve nearly breaks at the pet name, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. The light turns green again, and as he continues to drive, he rests a hand on your exposed thigh, strategically placing it just in the middle, the action gentle, yet enough to add fuel to your frustration.

His tattooed fingers gingerly trace patterns on your bare thigh. Fuck Jungkook and his thing for skirts. You weren't one to complain about his sexual fantasies though, not when wearing the skirts he buys for you gets you a good fucking afterwards.

You stay quiet in your seat, not giving the satisfaction that Jungkook gets knowing that he’s getting you all riled up. Two can play at this game.

Gingerly, you place a hand on top of his, gently guiding his hand north towards your core. The man driving beside you lets out a cough, sitting up straighter. Keeping his hand sliding up until he’s fully cupping your core, Jungkook chokes on thin air as he realizes you’re not wearing panties either.

“Let me guess, wearing underwear is too mainstream?”

Shrugging, you spread your legs wider, guiding his fingers to slide against your already glistening folds. A shot of electricity runs through your spine. “Fuck, baby girl, you’ll be the death of me,” Jungkook growls, taking a sharp intake of breath as he teases you, shallowly dipping a digit through your wet cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked. You seem to enjoy the thought, princess. Christening my car seats like the slut that you are?” He drawls, this time fully pushing a finger in as you get to another stoplight.

“Jungkook, don’t tease me like that baby.” Biting your lip to stop the moan that’s threatening to spill, your own hand reaches out to grab at Jungkook crotch. He hisses at the sensation. You smirk to yourself. Seems like you’re not the only one who’s greatly affected.

Encouraged by Jungkook’s reaction, you slip a hand through the waistband of his sweats, taking hold of his already hard cock. “And you’re surprised I don’t wear underwear? Bit rich coming from you now isn’t it?”

“Better watch your mouth and stop teasing me, baby girl. You might just get punished for that.”

“And what if I want to get punished?”

Jungkook huffs, pulling out his finger as the light turns orange. He brings his slick-covered finger to your lips, “Suck,” he orders. You oblige, sucking on his slender digit and swirling a tongue around it.

“You’re in for a fucking treat, naughty girl.”

It’s green again. With a sigh, Jungkook gets back to driving, this time religiously looking for a discreet place to stop over so he can fuck you properly. He finally finds a filling station, now driving with newly found urgency.

He parks in one secluded corner of the station, with just a singular parking space separating you from a parked truck, the driver snoring away happily.

The tension is thick in the air, inevitably making you feel hot even with the air conditioning on full blast. With no words needed to get the message across, you both unbuckle your seatbelts hastily, finding each other in a heated kiss shortly after.

Making another grab at Jungkook’s dick - outlining against the confines of his Puma sweats, you urge him to pull them down to his thighs so you can have a taste of your alleged ‘treat’. Likewise, he orders you to lift your skirt up, giving him easier access to have you writing on his fingers alone.

Scooting closer, you bend over the center console, taking Jungkook’s length in your hands. You place a tentative kiss on the tip before diving in, taking his cock inside your mouth. Jungkook lets out a guttural groan at the sensation, taking your hair into his hands, forming a makeshift ponytail on your head.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that right?” His head throws back as you take him to the hilt, the tip hitting the back of your throat. At his compliment, you swallow and as you watch Jungkook visibly shudder, you give yourself a mental pat on the back.

As you continue to bob up and down Jungkook’s length, your hand travels between your legs, fingers easily finding your nether bud. With Jungkook starting to buck his hips upwards, helping you with your task, you quicken the pace of the fingers toying with your clit. You’re so close, but you’re doubtful you’ll even get to orgasm, considering your perched precariously over the console - definitely an uncomfortable position for you to orgasm in.

Jungkook senses your discomfort and tells you to sit down, and you’ll both do this together. As soon as you get seated, you scoot closer to the middle, when Jungkook’s hand extends to return its attention to your dripping cunt. You give Jungkook’s erection stands tall, likewise calling for attention. Heeding to its silent call, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking his length languidly.

For a full minute, you both stay like that, trying to get each other to orgasm. Jungkook’s breathing gets labored by the second - the tell-tale signs he’s getting close. As your hand momentarily leaves his dick to massage his balls, his phone blares, startling you both out of your wits.

Letting out an annoyed huff, he grabs the phone and switches mute button down then thrusting the device somewhere on the dashboard. Pretending as if nothing happened, you continue your handjob until Jungkook can’t take it any longer, pulling you up from your seat and telling you to come and sit on his lap.

As soon as Jungkook pushes his seat back, you crawl over to his side, unceremoniously sitting on his lap, gyrating your hips as you slide your wet folds against the muscular expanse of his thigh. You’re almost there, Jungkook taking your breasts in his hands for more stimulation - that is until his phone vibrates loudly against the surface of the dashboard.

“You should probably get that,” you pull away, retreating to your seat: cockblocked for the second time. You check the dashboard for his phone, and get a glimpse of the caller’s ID on his screen. Eunkyung.

You place the device into Jungkook’s hands yourself.

“It’s your girlfriend calling.”

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rhaenyratargeryn · 3 years

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A few weeks ago I wrote slutty, slutty Kent x Button fic and then didn’t post it-- but now I’m gonna and reveal myself as a thirsty ho.

title: reciprocity rated: explicit fandom/pairing: Mind Blind (IF) Kent Zarneki x f!Button Wiseman summary: One photo leads to another leads to another... Button could open a gallery with the sheer volume of nudes she possesses of one Kent Zarneki.

It had started innocently enough. At least, that was the lie I was telling myself because in all honesty, what was innocent about sending your boyfriend a selfie— when that selfie was really just a strategically cut close up of the new strappy bralette you’d bought, peaking out from the unbuttoned V of your Aeon uniform top? Nothing. Absolutely god damn nothing.

The text I sent: new! shockingly comfortable. didn’t want to rip it off as soon as I got home

Kent’s message bubbles were silent, but the “read” notification had gone off. I grinned slyly to myself, getting comfortable back up against my bed pillows. Kent blushed so infrequently, I had made a game of it as much as Glitch, though I had had unprecedented success. Glitch had given me a withering look at the boast.

I mean. It was obvious why I did.

My phone dinged, the notification image showing that in lieu of a text, Kent had sent an image of his own. I clicked the tiny preview and was awarded with a picture much like my own, Kent’s tie loose around his neck, the buttons of his shirt undone to show the pale expanse of skin beneath. I could just barely see the line of his jaw, the smirk ticking up the corner of his lips.

I responded by undoing my own shirt down to my waist, pushing the fabric down around my shoulders and using my arms to help my cleavage look fuller. This was dangerous. Very dangerous, but I shook my head to let my hair cascade down across me, took a few shots and sent the best one.

Are you in bed?

Kent’s reply. Followed shortly by another photo. He had put aside ceremony and fully removed his shirt, revealing he was in bed himself. The dark sheets contrasted against him. All that Aeon training had sculpted and carved him into a lean, but strong figure. He was not bulky, like Grayson, cut more narrowly at his waist which gave his shoulders an even fuller illusion of broadness that made my hands ache to run over them.

Kent Zarneki, in short, was too fucking hot for his own good.

I am

Im taking my clothes off

I assume that is what we are doing?

I sent the three texts in quick succession. The message bubbles in reply were brief.

yes

The image that followed was enough to send a hot pang right down into my stomach. He’d unbuttoned his trousers, using the thumb of his free hand to hold down the band far enough I could see the line of his pelvis and the dark hair that dusted across.

If you want to

I want to

I took off my shirt, throwing it aside without care. I had chosen to wear a high-waisted black skirt that day, which was all the better. I very carefully slid my hand up the cup of my bralette, letting the fabric rise up to show the under curve of my breast, appearing fuller when pressed up into my palm.

I sent it and in a second got a reply.

Off

I smirked. Kent had already been naked from the waist up for some time now. I received a sequence of three images, all of which where very flattering shots of Kent’s own torso and abs.

Seems only fair

I pulled the lacy fabric up and over my head as easily as my shirt, looking down at my own pale breasts, my nipples already hardened in the cool air and in anticipation. Shyness fell over me like a cold shower. Kent had never seen me naked before. What if I was too small? What if I was too big? Was my right breast always that much different from my left? Anxiety panged in my stomach as intense as arousal and despite my delay, Kent’s messages remained silent.

Patient. Waiting.

I could cheat. Brushing my hair over my shoulders, the strands lay perfectly over the tops of my breasts, hiding them from clear view, but not as much as my bralette did. I let the photo catch just the bottom half of my face, my tongue stuck out to the side. Teasing. Taunting. Like it was on purpose, not because I was nervous.

Kent didn’t respond for several minutes. The next image, I felt my mouth go dry. I could very clearly see the outline of his erection, pressing against the groin of his pants and going down the leg.

He wasn’t wearing boxers. Of course he wasn’t. This was Kent Zarneki, a man who was one bad day away from leaving everything and joining a nudist colony.

Is this okay?

It was more than okay. It was super okay. It was, please-send-me-more-now okay.

I relayed as much through the text message and got a photo that sent my heart racing. It was just him. His cheeks flushed, his gray eyes dark and storming, a smug smile half formed on his lips. His dark hair was messy and I nearly groaned with frustration at how badly I wanted to run my fingers through it, tug on it, pull that smirk against my own and kiss it off his face.

The next photo I sent him I hid nothing, cupping my breast in my hand and making as if I was drawing my thumb over my nipple. I showed my face, trying my best to look as effortlessly sexy as him— though no matter what I did, my smile was always more playful than sultry. My cheeks flushed with more than just wanting.

Cute

High praise

I replied, trying to remind myself his short responses were normal and not to read into it.

You want praise?

You’re driving me crazy

His words hit me like a sucker punch. His next photo is the second one I didn’t see coming.

No man this gorgeous should ever be blessed in such a way. There were really no words other than “pretty” to describe the flushed skin of his length, not overly long, but definitely blessed where it counted. Or at least where I had heard it counted. It’s all about the girth. My mind supplied in its best Cosmo magazine voice.

The tip was, in all honesty, a very pretty shade of darkened pink, and curved with a sort of perfection that should have been reserved to— I don’t know. Porn stars? Dick models? Do dick models exist? Hand models sure do, and the way his hand was wrapped around himself was enough to make me think he could easily be one of those too.

Cute

I snap back and I can practically hear him laugh in my mind.

High praise

More?

Is that an offer or a request?

Both

How could I say no? I definitely didn’t want to. I found the zipper at the top of my skirt and slid it down. I was left in just my panties and hose. I rolled the hose down low on my thighs, sitting up on my knees to take a photo. Hesitating for just a moment, I flicked the camera over to video and let my hand run down over my thigh and then across my hips. I drew my finger over my center, my breath hitching and my hips moving forward as I rolled against my own touch.

I sent it.

And after a moment I got a video in turn. I watched Kent’s hand glide up over his length in slow, languid motions, pausing to rub his palm against the tip of his head. Teasing himself with the lightest touch. His cock flexed and jumped, a tiny gruff sound escaping his lips and reminding me that even though I couldn’t see his face this was Kent. My Kent.

I nearly dropped my cellphone as it began to vibrate, an incoming call displaying on the screen. I laid back, pushing my hose off the rest of the way as I answered. The line was silent before I finally broke it with a breathy- “hey.”

“Are you naked?” Kent’s voice was low, strained, but somehow eager.

I took a quick moment to slide my panties off, kicking them away.

“Now I am.”

Kent took in a deep breath. I let my hand trail between my legs, touching myself in the familiar way I did when I was alone. I traced my index and middle finger up my labia, spreading the soft warm skin, dipping my fingers into the center where I was slick and hot.

“I’m touching myself.” I said, my voice a broken whisper. Kent made a gruff sound of acknowledgement.

“Kent...” I said, “You made me so wet.”

He moaned.

“Is that okay?” I said, teasing him. I appreciated his caution, his check ins, making sure I was enjoying myself.

“Yes. Yes, it’s okay. Tell me.”

“Wow. Six whole words? Be careful, you’ll make me come.”

“That’s the idea.” Kent said, a breathless laugh filtering through his words.

“What about you? Having fun yet, Zarneki?”

Kent made a sound and I heard the rustling of sheets and the faint click of the phone camera shutter. My phone chimed, an image appearing of the head of his cock, wet with pre-cum he was smearing around the tip.

My tongue slid out against my bottom lip.

“Kent, don’t take this the wrong way— but you have such a pretty penis.”

He snorted.

“I’m serious. I want to put it in my mouth, which is not something I thought I’d ever say to any guy. But like? It just looks so appealing.”

“You’re killing me.” Kent said, a groan that sounded almost exasperated coming from his throat. It was hard to tell.

“With my witty charm or because I put a very naughty image in your head?”

I slipped two fingers into my mouth, pursed my lips, made a show of how wet and soft they looked and sent it to Kent.

“Shit—“

I felt a burst of pride at his expletive and found my clit with my fingertips, circling in a quicker pace.

“I like listening to you.” I said, thoughtless. I sighed, feeling my whole body warming, “Wish it was closer.”

“...I’m just down the street.” Kent said, trying to play it off like it was a fact and not a very tempting invitation.

“But this is fun. And naughty. And I get a keepsake.”

I heard the question in his voice, almost masked by a small groan. I wondered what his hands were up to.

“The photos. Speaking of which... I wouldn’t mind an after shot.”

“After?”

“After I make you come all over yourself, Zarneki.”

I heard his breath hitch.

“Only if I get one too.”

“You got it.”

Talking became a non-priority then. The only thing I strained to hear was his breaths, his soft moans, the faint wet sound I sometime thought I heard over the receive— or maybe that was me. I felt flooded, with heat and wanting and need. I pressed harder, worked my palm flat against my clit and stroked my fingers inside, imaging how much further Kent’s slender fingers could reach. Imaging his tongue. That pretty cock.

“Kent.” I whimpered, the involuntary clutch of my walls around my fingers my bodies way of telling me it wanted all of that and more.

“Good?” Kent murmured, a faint reply.

“Yes— I... I just keep imaging if it were you.” I don’t need to explain. I can tell by the way his breathing has fallen into faint rhythmic pants that he got my full meaning and he liked it.

“...me too. I want... I want you.” Kent paused, his next words coming out with earnest sweetness, “I’ll wait as long as you need... but I’m ready. I want it. This. With you.”

Whatever I was thinking, whatever I wanted to say fuzzed out around the edges as a prickling sensation spread out from where my fingers were rolling and pressing in tandem. I coaxed my climax out, the peak hanging on the edge for a wonderful few tense moments before it fell. I whimpered, the sound coming out louder than I intended.

I heard Kent swear, or say my name or some combination of the two and then his voice pitched up for just a moment, a gasping moan aching from his throat.

I was hot, messy and completely boneless, laying back on my bed and feeling like I could fall asleep right then and there.

But I owed Kent a picture.

I spread myself open, the puffiness, the redness and slickness hopefully all the evidence he needed to see I had most definitely orgasmed. The moment I opened the chat to send it I received his in turn. His cock lolled back against his stomach, a line of cum connecting to the opaque white puddle settled there. There were drops across his chest and a few splatter across his hand.

My walls clutched hard as I thought what it would feel like to lick him clean.

I sent my own photo, the two of us quiet now, content with just listening to the sound of the other breathing through the phone speaker.

“So. Shower photo shoot next?” I said, unable to hide a nervous giggle.

“Give me just a second to get a towel.”

I had been kidding, but the eagerness in Kent’s voice was enough to make me decide to not correct him.

#mind blind cog #mind blind #kent zarneki x button #kent x button #kent x f!button #mb fanfic #mind blind fanfic #IM SORRY PLEASE DONT READ MY GARBAGE I AM A SLUTTY SLUTTY PERSON #AND MY BUTTON IS VERY THIRSTY I DONT MAKE THE RULES #EXCEPT I DO #i can not believe i am tagging something 'lemon' in this day of our lord 2021 #but ya #lemon

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aggresivelyfriendly · 4 years

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Hi! So, this is just smut, I’ve been in a mood. It’s not even the same POV, but I decided halfway through my fantasy about shaving Harry’s face so I could see the curl of his lips, it would fit in this universe. Or not, but I don’t think you all will mind, 😉!! Enjoy!

Day ?: The One With The Mustache

"Is there a reason you are wearing so many clothes?" He asked from the French doors separating our bathroom from the bedchamber.

It's not a ton of clothes, not really, a thigh high robe and some strategic silk rigging beneath. It is, however, way more coverage than every other greeting Harry has gotten from me since we moved in together if he's been away more than a night.

There is a plan though. I have an agenda to carry out this evening. Things have gotten out of hand. I love my boyfriend, even have an affection for the dirtbag college kid on a worldwide backpacking adventure thing he has going on. Some affection, but I miss the way his lips move when they are unobstructed, when he speaks and when they touch my body.

He's been scruffy off and on since we met. Quarantine has gone on a lot longer than we expected,honestly, and everything is overgrown. My hair is super long and my brows are a bit unkempt, I know, but Im going to need the facial scruff he grew out of laziness and kept out of relish, to go. I kinda like the dimple peeking beneath the 70's porn stache sometimes. I can at least see the camp value and the era reference he revers, but I really miss his mouth.

The structure of his jaw and strength of his chin, the smooth, perfect skin under my hand. I have a plan to get him to shave it. A good one, I think?

"Would we call this a lot of clothing?" I pretend to be confused and run a finger beneath the lace and silk to pull it out so a shadow of full breast is on display.

Harry groans. The smile playing at the corners of my lips is suppressed, I gape my eyes and tilt my head in faux confusion.

"Not a lot, but way more than you usually favor me with when I've been away." His eyes have zeroed in on my cleavage.

"Ahh, well, maybe I want you to take it off me."

He's already moving. "I can do that!" His fingers are also at the top button of the peasant shirt he is wearing.

I'm laughing, "looks like you've got yourself taken care of!"

"Now you!" His hands are on my shoulders, trying to push the robe off.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I chide.

"What, why?" He looks bewildered, and I suppose we always move at a hasty pace, except the first time, so slow down or wait aren't words he hears on my lips often.

"I have a plan for you, a surprise." His eyebrows raise and he's smirking.

"Yeah!" That expression solidifies my plan. I can't see the glory of it for his facial hair friend. I do need one more go with it though, for posterity's sake.

"Yeah! So, you keep doing what you were doing." His hands are already popping the button on his classic fit jeans. "Good boy." I slither by him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and my breasts to his chest. I'm even more obvious when I bend down to the bath, and light the cinnamon candle he keeps there. I make sure he can see the bottom of my ass cheeks beneath my silk drawers. "Was the drive miserable?"

"The drive?" Ah, attention diverted. I smile over my shoulder and his eyes glance up to my face. "No, no, actually it was lovely. Just missing you."

"You look like you've had a long couple days. Hop in the tub,"

"Are you gently saying I look dirty?" He's joking, but spot on.

I sit at the back of the tub on the stool I've placed there, pulling up my robe so my knickers flash. "I'm going to wash you up." I give him the grin I know he loves. "Then i have another plan of how we can get dirty again."

His pants hit the floor and he's going right along with me. I chuckle when he splashes some water over the claw foot rim. "Ok!" He looks up at me.

"Get wet." I tell him.

"You too."

"Already taken care of." He groans and turns his whole body around to bury his head between my thighs. "Hold on!" I delay. "Let me pamper you."

"Then let me smell you." he looks up at me and it's like seeing his devastating eyes, squared. The water is just below his chin, so he has a handsome, wet haired twin. He looks so enticing, his eyes so magnetic I nearly forget my plan."

"I wanted to wash you up." I lean forward so he has a good view of my chest again.

Harry pushes me back and drifts his hand low. "Let me get dirtier first." He's edging my panties aside and leaning in. I can hear the audible inhale and I'm convinced. "Ill even leave your clothes on, play by the rules!" His nose glances up the gatherings of my clitoral hood and hits my center while he gives me a textured kiss on my opening.

I guess I'm having my mustache ride now. "Yeah." And my head gets soft on my neck. "Let me stand up, you'll hurt your back." He nods and comes to his knees at the edge of the tub. The stool clatters behind me as I step up to his mouth. I push back my robe and he pulls the scrap of silk bunched over one labia all the way to one side.

His grip on my ass cheek alone could still me in the moment, but the thumb he hooks inside me, with unerring accuracy on my spongy spot, anchors me to this act, this moment, his face. The bristles of his mustache prickle at my swelling lips and I sigh. He smiles and swipes his face over the angles where my hips meet my torso. He looks proud, and it does feel nice. I may as well enjoy it while It lasts.

It's past the stage where it scratched the tender pink skin of my pussy, it's softer and textured and smells of me when he kisses me after he's given me head.

Maybe I won't shave it?

Or, I can just let it grow back to enjoy all the stages again.

Like this one, where it tickles and smoothes over me top to tail when he gives me the long broad stroke of his tongue, just the way I like. It does blunt the pressure a bit, so that's another point for team shave. The gentle wet glide up and over me over and over has my hips going.

His thumb is providing pressure from the inside as I ride his tongue where his mouth has latched onto my clit. "Oh fuck, Harry!" My neck has gone completely soft, and when I see his other hand working over his thick cock, I'm not sure how my knees hold up.

I'm afraid to put so much pressure on his jaw, But then the electricity gathering in my veins snaps and the seize rolls up my spine and my muscles relax. The choice is out in my hands and all my weight comes down on him. His busy hand stops to wrap around my waist while he gentles his tongue over my leavings and nuzzles his mustache over my trimmed mound and caresses me softly from the inside out.

"Mmmmm." He nips my thigh and licks me once more. I push his head away and collapse backward nearly tripping over the stool.

"Damn." Is the only word I can find.

"Ready to take off the robe and get in with me?" His slim eyebrow is high and his dimple is dented deeply.

"No," I giggle in my boneless state and lean forward to kiss his messy mouth. The mustache captures more of my flavor and I can smell myself while I taste his tongue covered in my release. "You're really very dirty, still." We both chuckle. I stare in his eyes and take out the clip holding his curls back. They bounce over my forehead. "Let me wash your hair now you've taken such good care of me."

He pecks my lips, it tickles. "Alright baby." He settles into the water and dips below, the tan of his skin and black or his tattoos blurring around the edges. He looks like something out of a surrealist movie; I ache over it. I trace a bird as he surfaces before focusing on his hair. I run my hands through the lush whirls and make sure it's wet before putting a dollop of shampoo into my hand and onto his head. I rub it in and get a good lather before scratching his scalp and massaging behind his ears. He's moaning and his dick is back to full mast from the attention.

"Who knew your scalp was an errogeneous zone?" I whisper into his ear.

"You make my whole body alive." He says and kisses me before in playfully submerge him and work out the lather with my fingers.

The conditioner is slick through his tresses and I let it sit while I massage his shoulders.

"Are you going to do this every time I come home? Might make leaving worth it." He looks back. "Almost."

"No," I lean in again. "I'm buttering you up."

"Whatever you want, it's yours." He moans over a tight knot in working out. "Consider me buttered."

"I want." I kiss his cheek. The corner of his mouth, slick my tongue quickly at the curl of his top lip I love so. He's turned into me and his breath pants over my mouth. "To shave you." He narrows his eyes before I complete the almost kiss we've been breathing.

"Shave what?" Oh, I forgot I shaved his balls that one time. He palms his jewels. "I've been keeping that up."

"No, not there." I kiss him, and the mustache interferes with the lip bite I try for. So I chew it a little. I hope ha catches my drift as I confirm it has to go for myself.

"My mustache?" He pulls back to look. "You seemed to like it a moment ago.

"I do, and you could always grow it back. But, I miss your face, and the way your smooth jaw feels on my neck, my thighs. Your lips, I need unfettered access to them." I'm saying all this a hairsbreath from his mouth.

"I like it." He harrumphs.

"I like it too. But not as much as I like you clean shaven." I finally kiss him. "I'll reward you! Shave and a haircut for my bits?" I let my robe Hit the ground then.

"You want me to cut my hair?" He's smirking. He knows how I like his long hair. I confessed it was my favorite.

"No, but my deal wasn't as cute without it."

"Alright love, so long as I can grow it back."

"It's not gonna take you 26 years again. You can grow a mustache now Harry! Triumph completed." We are both laughing as I grab a towel and he's stepped out while I dry him from the bottom up. I move the stool and pull out the kit I readied. "Have a seat."

"When does your top come off." He gives his cock a lazy pull and it's still chubbed. It's distracting; I'm impatient to get to that later.

"Well, since you're starting to look like you actually bathe," I roll my eyes. "I'll give you a little now."

"How does this work? One nip for half of my mustache? What do I get for the beard?"

I slide a bra strap down to the crook of my elbow and know my nipple presses up and out of it. I straddle a thigh too and grab the towel I soaked in hot, hot water and wrung out. "Close your eyes."

"Then I miss your nipple." He pulls the fabric down farther, and once again his mustache tickles over my body, his tongue on the peak of my breast and the hard suck make up for it.

"Good things come to those who wait."I remind him and buss his wet lips. I'll see more of their see pink color with out his facial hair as wel. "Lean your head back and close your eyes."

I wrap the towel around his tipped back face and he sighs. The bra is gone before the 30 seconds are over. His eyes naturally come open when I take off the towel, but before he can give some cheeky comment to accompany his widened eyes, I turn on the trimmer.

"That sound usually means something different?" I'd blush if he didn't like using my vibe on me so much.

"Does it?" I step closer and my thigh grazes his shaft.

"I guess not."

"Tighten your lip?" He makes a face but complies and shrugs as if to ask if he's got it.

"Perfect!" I kiss his forehead and trim his mustache down to stubble, continuing on to his cheeks. I sigh. "Hi handsome!"

"I've been here." He says.

"I just haven't been able to see your pretty face." I pucker his lips and kiss them and he raspberries a breath out.

"Alright, I get it, you don't like it!"

"Not really, but I like you!" I straddle his lap to spread the shaving cream.

"You didn't even like it between your thighs?" He cups my ass and his fingers linger at my entrance. I suck in a breath.

"This would be sexier if you didn't look like Harry Claus." I giggle.

"It would be sexier with my beard." He pouts. "You really didn't like it." I slowly smooth the razor over his cheek, he moves with me like a dance. We rock and he rolls just the way I need him to, flexing and tightening his jaw to make the skin taut so I don't nick him.

Once his face and chin are clean, I stand back and slide off my panties before stepping in and gesturing for him to tighten his lip. I wick one side free of hair, and wipe the area to kiss it. "I did like when you ate my pussy with it, especially today, before the stubble kinda scratched me sometimes. But the full mustache felt nice, if it didn't tickle." I take off the other side of his mustache as well, wipe his face and sit full across him with his weeping shaft between us. I languidly kiss him, the way he loves, and he may not have known the mustache impeded. "I don't like anything getting between me and this mouth!" My hand slides between us and I grip him tight. "Or this cock." And I slide my bare skin over him hoping he catches the other surprise I have for him.

I'm pressed back on the vanity top with my toes clutching the lip and my hair mussed against the mirror with my beautiful man between my thighs a moment later

"Nothing between us?" His tip is resting impatiently at my opening.

"IUD is in. Play through- ahhhh!" The words aren't over my lips before he's balls deep inside me.

It's rough, my head bounces on the mirror and the slaps of our skin fill the air.

It's perfect. The hour long foreplay means I'm dripping onto his neatly trimmed bush already, only an easy give at his considerable intrusion.

"Fuck, Harry!" I say after aso close already.

"You about to tap out?" He looks amused. "I'm just home."

"What can I say?" I moan over a deep stroke, and my fingers find my clit to help myself along. "I just needed some firm," my other hand sweeps over his jaw, "smooth," I wick my thumb over his upper lip. "Strokes!" And then My blood is fizzing through my veins and my hand loses its rhythm.

Harry fucks me through the denouement, and then I'm flipped onto my belly, my toes leaving the floor occasionally with his powerful thrusts.

Hours later, he's looking at himself in the mirror where he's shaved again. Against the grain, so no stubble troubles my thighs. "You really won't miss it, at all?"

"You can grow it back." I shrug, "At some point, I'm sure I'll miss my mustache rides."

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #the one where harry styles sneezed on me #day ?#the one with the mustache

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petitebusty · 3 years

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The huge titted beauty likes to go to parties and take as many selfies as possible of herself posing with flat chested girls, and sending them to her boyfriend, who gets very turned on by such contrasting photos of the inferior flatties being humiliated by his wonderfully endowed lady. In this instance, the busty woman has strategically cornered the 2 flatties, catching them by surprise, snapping this selfie before they had time to fully react. The result is priceless, as the topheavy beauty flashes a natural, sexy smile, and leans forward toward the outclassed flatties, displaying her confident body language. The middle girl responds submissively by leaning back, and openly staring at the incredible deep cleavage of the vastly superior woman, getting a nice up close look at what a real woman looks like. Meanwhile, the flattie on the left is angry at being caught in such a humiliating photo, and tries somewhat to save face by forcing a smile, but fails miserably and is left with a completely incoherent expression, as she hasn't had enough time to fully compose herself due to the clever ambush by the unforgiving alpha woman, who then moves on to prey upon the rest of the unsuspecting flatties at the party.

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Unskinny Bop

SPN FanFic

~A mysterious stranger swings by your club one night and he's hard for you to resist.~

John Winchester x stripper!Reader

2,107 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Stripping, Hoeing, Prostitution, Fornication. YadaYada. John's a sexy motherfucker.

A/N: So, this happened. lol. "I don't write John!" oops... This was a request made by Cindy Jo on Patreon for kinktober "lapdance". Hope you all enjoy...

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He walks in and the air in the room shifts. You can feel it hit you all the way up on the stage.

He’s tall and handsome, collar of his leather jacket popped up against the nape of his neck. His hair is dark, almost black, just like the look in his eyes. He’s bruised and scruffy, dangerous.

Mama always told you to stay away from men that looked like him, but Mama wasn’t there.

You hook your left leg around the pole and spin, slowly, just enough to show your wares and grab his attention. You get it; his eyes are glued to you as he sits in the dark corner of the club and lights a smoke. The match flares and you see hazel and lust flash up at you. His thin lips part as he exhales and you can almost feel the smoke in your head, making everything else fade away.

A man at the edge of the stage waves a twenty at you so you dip down to recieve it, popping your hip and offering him the string of your thong. The cash is cold and scratches your skin as it slides beneath the elastic. The man’s fingers linger on your thigh as you stand and back away with a sexy smile. You give him a moment of your attention but your mind is in the back of the room.

Your song ends and the crowd looks away, uninterested with applause, instead looking for the next dancer as she lingers behind the curtain. That’s fine with you, your dance is done and your intentions are set.

“Hey there.” You smile as he looks up, runt of a cigarette dangling between his lips.

He takes a puff and pulls it away, snuffing it out in the ashtray as he sits back in his chair and looks you over. “Hey yourself, Princess.” His voice is pure sex and gravel and your pussy throbs as it washes over you.

“Rough night?” you ask, looking down at the dried blood caking the knuckles of his right hand. There’s a ring on the left, thin band of yellow gold, but that doesn’t turn you away. You’ve seen husbands come and go, all with the same idea in their heads. It was nothing new and you were nothing if not discreet.

He smirks and rubs at the back of his hand. “You could say that.”

He’s not offering any more or asking, but he doesn’t look away. He licks his bottom lip slowly and your pulse quickens.

“Maybe a dance will distract you,” you tease, crossing your arms so your tits pop, nearly escaping the thin white babydoll you’d thrown on after your set. The lace can barely hold you in, but he doesn’t seem to mind, eyes falling quickly to your cleavage.

“I think that would be delightful,” he grins.

You can feel your nipples stiffen as his gaze draws across your chest. Leaning down to give him a better look, you place your palms on the table next to his hand. “Twenty for a quick one out here,” you explain with a sweet bat of your eyes. “Forty if you want some privacy…”

He sits all the way back in his seat and cocks his head to look you over, eyes dropping from your tits down to your barely covered pussy and down, lingering on your naked thighs. He smacks his lips and dips into his jeans, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. Five wrinkled twenty dollar bills fan out on the sticky tabletop.

“How much will that buy me?” His eyes flash up to yours and everything your Mama ever told you about dangerous strangers suddenly disappeared into oblivion, lost forever.

The VIP room is covered floor to ceiling in crushed red velvet and black leather, the lights are dim and tinted with pink gels, and wall length mirrors are strategically placed across from the round couch, giving customers the perfect view.

He followed you inside, heavy boots thudding on the thin carpet behind you.

“Have a seat,” you offer, waving a hand over the leather couch.

He sits in the middle, spreading his long legs and resting his palms on the worn denim. He watches silently as you shut the door and flip the light switch, turning on the pink lights.

“Classy,” he jokes, looking up at the spotlights.

You laugh and flip a second switch, flooding the room with music. A hard, familiar guitar riff flows through hidden speakers behind the couch and you start to move, rocking your hips to the song.

“Nice choice,” he comments, nodding in approval at the song.

“You don’t strike me as a Poison fan,” you tease, moving closer, smoothing your hands down over your lace bodice.

He sits back and sighs happily, eyes fixed on your tits. “Really? How do I strike you, then?” His lips turn slowly at the edges, daring you to answer honestly.

You bite your lip and dip your chin, looking him over. There’s scratches on his cheek, a bruise on his neck, cuts on his knuckles. His jacket is old and worn, cuffs of his jeans muddy and frayed. Still, there’s something in his face that tells you he’s OK, he’s a good guy, just rough and tumble.

“I don’t know,” you answer coyly, peeling the strap from your left shoulder. “You seem dangerous...mysterious...sexy.” The right side falls as well and you inch the lace down off of your tits, swaying your hips as you strip for him.

He smiles and rubs his thighs, clearly enjoying your display.

“Did I get close?” you laugh, pulling your tits free, nipples hard in the cool air.

He nods and bites his lip. “Pretty close.”

The babydoll pools at your feet and you step out of it, slowly lifting each leg as you do, giving him a nice long look. “Well, maybe I can get closer.” You watch his eyes glaze over at your words and keep dancing, moving your body faster with the hard beat. “I like being close, don’t you?”

The tip of his tongue presses against his top teeth and he nods subtly. “I do.” His right hand dips between his thighs, fingers teasing his cock. You watch the bulge twitch and rub your tits for him, moaning as you pinch your nipples hard.

“Good. So do I.”

You turn quickly and shake your ass a bit, backing up until your legs are against his knees. The denim is soft and you lean back, placing your hands on his firm thighs. He feels so solid, so thick, and your pussy drips as you rub against him.

He lifts a hand to tease down your spine, forcing your back to arch away instinctively. It tickles, but fuck, his touch is so warm you melt into it. Scooting back, you set your ass against his crotch and start to grind, rubbing hard with the music, rolling your hips. You can feel your tiny panties soak and hope he can feel it as well. It’s not every day a customer actually turns you on like this.

“What’s your name?” he growls, hand suddenly tight on your hip.

You rock against his palm. “Candy.”

His fingers tighten. “Really?”

“No,” you laugh and stand up, spinning around to straddle his hips, shoving your tits in his face. The stubble on his chin scratches your breast and sends a shiver down your back. “What’s yours?”

He clicks his tongue and fits his big hands in the curve of your waist. “You can call me, Sir.”

A smile pulls at your lips. “OK, Sir,” you tease, rubbing down on his stiffness. “How’s this feel?”

He hisses and slides his hands upwards to cup your tits. His hands are huge, strong; fingers warm and rough, calluses tickling wherever they land, bringing up a forest of goosebumps across your skin. “Real nice, Princess.” His words are a rumble on his lips and your cunt closes around nothing, hungry for him.

He leans forward suddenly and flicks his tongue against your left nipple, hazel eyes staring upwards to see your reaction. Your eyes roll a bit and your jaw drops; no one’s touched you like that in a long while. Dances were usually handsfree, but every now and then…

His mouth closes around your nipple and his teeth nip, making you jerk down hard on his lap.

“Fuck!” you whimper, pushing a hand through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He pushes into you, burying his face in your chest, sucking and lapping at your sensitive flesh until you tug at his hair, yanking his face up to yours. “I really shouldn’t be doing this,” you moan, plastering on an innocent look. “I could get fired.”

He sits back, lips wet and red, curled in a sly smile. He plucks your nipples with his fingertips and tips his head to the side. “You want me to stop?”

It’s so simple, so honest. If you say yes, he’ll stop right away and let you go.

If you say no, you’re sure to get caught with his cock plugged deep in your cunt.

You can feel him, hard and ready beneath you; your cunt already soaked and aching. You rub against him, pushing down hard, making him bite his lip. Just a little tease before you answer.

“I’m not supposed to fuck the customers, Sir,” you tell him, pouting as you lock your arms around the back of his neck and lift up slowly.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he reaches into his jacket pocket, runs his tongue across your collarbone as he fumbles with a wrapper.

“Ask me,” he growls when he’s ready, cock sheathed and leaking precum into the rubber. “Ask.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his ear. “Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

He’s inside within seconds, thrusting upwards as he pulls you down by the hips. The stretch makes you cry out, biting your lip to hold back a scream. He’s so thick, so hot, and your cunt has never felt so full and happy.

“Ride me,” he commands, leaning in to snap his teeth over your nipple. “Hard.”

“Yes, Sir.” Your head falls back as you lift up and on your knees and then slam down, desperate to find a rhythm while your body tightens around him. “Fuck, you’re huge,” you moan as you take him deeper.

He lifts his hips, meeting your downwards push and pulls his lips from your tit with a wet pop. “You fit like a glove, Sweetheart. Such a sweet little pussy.”

“Fuck!”

The music changes as you ride his cock; steady beat of the drums like a metronome for your hips. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, suckling and biting at the tender flesh that hides your pulse. You know it’s going to bruise, you know you should stop him, but he feels so good. The heaviness of his big hands on your body, the scratch of his cheek against yours, the pull of his mouth. You can’t think straight as he takes over, thrusting up into you while you roll over the edge, cunt pumping around his cock, your slick dripping down onto his old jeans.

He holds you up as you slump backwards, body convulsing as the quick orgasm flows through you. One giant arm braces your spine, a giant hand on the back of your head, holding you steady as he finishes.

He cums like a rockstar, growling through clenched teeth; dark eyes becoming slits as he takes a relaxing breath and lets you go.

There’s little small talk as he cleans himself up; making use of the box of tissues hidden behind the sofa.

“I’m here every night but Thursday,” you say sweetly, hoping he’ll be back, wondering if he’d want you again.

“That’s nice,” he says passively, fixing his belt and giving you a polite smile.

Your heart is racing as you cover yourself back up, trying to fix your hair in the mirror while keeping an eye on him. “You can also ask for me by name if you come back and don’t see me. Maybe we could-”

“Thanks, Princess,” he says, cutting you off as he reaches for the door. “But I’m just passing through.”

You never did see him again but you remember the smell of him, leather and ash, sweat and whiskey; the feel of his lips tugging at your flesh, the fullness of him pounding away at your aching cunt.

As far as customers go, Sir was one to remember.

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