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nanaslutt · 19 days

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the best teacher

ʚ synopsis: Nanami finds out you've never had an orgasm and he's determiend to show you exactly how to do it

ʚ pairing: Kento Nanami x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, established relationship, inexperienced reader, he talks you through it, fingering, clit play, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, masturbation, protected sex, prone bone, rough sex, big dick Nanami, fluff

ʚ note: congrats @l0rdgeosupport3rr on winning my spur of the moment fic giveaway, i hope u enjoy <3

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"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked, his deep voice right against your ear seeping into your head and making your brain turn to mush. His hands dragging from your thighs to caressing your torso was quite distracting as he sat behind you, your back against his hard chest. You could feel his excitement poking you in your lower back, making you wonder how much he was holding back right now.

You had confessed to your boyfriend Nanami when a makeout session got a little hot and heavy, that you had actually never touched yourself. Well, not successfully anyway. It took everything in you not to cower away when he sat you down in front of him and made you explain exactly what you were having trouble with. You confessed you wanted to take things further with him, but you were nervous. Every time you touched yourself, you would bring yourself right up to the edge, but you could never manage to push yourself over the ledge and feel that bliss everyone always talked about.

Nanami, the ever-loving boyfriend he was, generously offered to help you out. Nanami hadn't had many partners before you, but he did read romantic and erotic books in his free time and maybe went a little above and beyond in biology class when the topic of discussion was women's bodies. Kento never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable with his actions if he were ever to be intimate with someone, so he studied like hell to make sure that never happened.

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm gonna walk you through it okay? Just leave everything to me, all you gotta do is relax and pay attention." Nanami whispered against your ear, his reassuring words making your body relax and melt against his. "Good girl." He praised when he felt your shoulders go slack against him. Nanami continued to rub his hands up and down your soft thighs, one hand caressed your stomach and hips and the other crept up your skin to squeeze your breast through your bra, making you bite back a moan on instinct.

Nanami noticed you holding back your sounds, and dragged his other hand to massage both breasts now, squishing them together and kneading them in his large palms. You rolled your head to the side and tucked your face in Nanami's neck, pressing your thighs together as the stimulation sent jolts of your head to the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

"You don't have to hold back your voice with me. You can be as loud as you want, just let it out. I know it feels good." Nanami praised, crossing his hands over your chest and sliding his right hand under the cup of your left breast, and his left hand under your right one. Nanami felt his cock twitch when you released little gasps and moans into his neck, your breath tickling his skin.

He resisted the urge to fuck his hips against your ass, not wanting you to think he was trying to rush you. The older man found your hardened buds under your bra and pinched them softly, rubbing and twirling them with his fingers. Both of your hands shot up to grab his thick wrists for comfort as you squirmed against him, rubbing your thighs together to bring yourself some relief.

"Does that feel good, honey?" Nanami asked, looking down at you from under his lashes. He couldn't see your face, as you were still hiding it in the crook of his neck, but your noises and the way you nodded rapidly agaisnt him were good enough. "Does your cunt ache?" Nanami asked, licking his lips as he watched you hump against your thighs. "Mhm." You responded, your body jolting and shaking against his as he rubbed your nipples expertly with his large fingers.

"Good, you should always warm your body up first before you touch yourself. Don't rush, get excited. Wait until you can feel yourself dripping." Nanami instructed, his vulgar words making you want to shy away from him even more. "I need to know you're listening. Do you understand?" He asked, pausing his ministrations until you gave him a proper answer so he knew his teachings would not be in vain.

"Yes." You whispered against him, making Nanami crack an almost unnoticeable smile at your bashfulness. "I'm gonna rub your pussy over your panties now," Nanami warned you, waiting for a nod of understanding before he pulled one of his hands out from your bra and started dragging it down your body. He flipped his hand and just barely ghosted his fingertips down your body, dragging them down your skin as he made his way to your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Little gasps and choked breaths from you made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to restrain himself. "Part your legs for me, please," Nanami asked sweetly, waiting until your legs were spread before he hooked his legs over yours, making it so that if the stimulation got too much, you couldn't snap your legs on his hand while he got you off. "H-haah.." Your breathing seemed so loud in the now suddenly quiet room and Nanami did the same motion he did down your body, just teasing his fingers over your knees and down to your sensitive inner thighs.

"Kento..." You whined breathlessly, rocking your hips into the air out of impatience. Nanami's resolve faltered for a moment when your ass started grinding back on his cock, giving him the perfect stimulation. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost himself for a moment, relishing in the pleasure. "You want me to touch your pussy?" He teased, his voice deeper and more aroused sounding than before as his lips tickled over your ear.

You slightly leaned your head away from him, exposing a bit of your neck and the side of your face to his lips. Kento pressed a featherlight kiss to your ear, making goosebumps raise over your arms before he spread his fingers like a V and teased them around your cunt. He let out a sigh with you, his cock twitching when your hands squeezed his wrist that held your tit tighter.

"Please Ken, I need it." You begged, spreading your legs further to emphasize your words. You couldn't take your eyes off his hand that teased over your pussy, not yet touching you where you needed him the most. Kento massaged your breast in circles, using the fat to calm himself down when he felt a bead of pre-cum leak from his aching dick into his boxers.

"Is this what you need?" He whispered sensually against the shell of your ear as he pressed his thick middle finger along the center of your pussy, dragging it against your clit, down to your needy hole, which had now soaked your panties with your juices. You let out a gasp and tipped your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck as your eyes fell shut in bliss.

"This spot here is important," Nanami spoke between kisses against your throat, his eyes half closed in bliss. He tapped his thick middle finger against your clit, before he pressed down on it and started rubbing it in circles. "Oh fuck-" You gaped, your chest inflating as you sucked a deep breath into your lungs. "You need to touch your clit like this if you want to cum." Nanami instructed, making sure you were nodding after every sentence he spoke.

"Uh-huh, u-u-huh." You moaned, nodding dumbly as you relished in the feeling of Kento touching you through your panties, your greedy hole clenching around nothing at his touch. "How do you touch yourself? You said you have trouble finishing, are you touching your clit like this?" Nanami asked, making your face rush with blood. Your cheeks felt hot as you opened your eyes and looked between your legs. Nanami watched you watch him from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to speak.

"Y-yeah." You tried to speak, your voice coming out breathier and more stuttered than you thought it would. "It gets really i-intense the closer I get to..." You trailed off, darting your eyes to the side of the room. Nanami raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers faster over your clothed clit, his cock throbbing when your voice hitched and your moans raised in volume. "You can say it. It gets intense before you orgasm, right? That's why you can't finish, your body goes rigid, doesn't it?" Nanami said, hitting the nail right on the head.

You nodded at his words, taking a moment to greedily take air into your lungs when Nanami ceased his rubbing and nonchalantly started sliding his fingers underneath your panties. "Y-yeah, f-fuuuck." You began to speak again when your words were cut short as Nanami started rubbing his bare fingers against your hot, wet clit. It felt ten thousand times better than him teasing you through your panties.

"It feels so much better after teasing yourself right? Your body is worked up and ready for more, it's aching for it. You nodded, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you whined into the room, your moans echoing off the walls. You were unable to stop your hips from jerking into his hand when he started rubbing your clit with two fingers more rapidly.

"I-its you," You gasped, your nails digging into his thick wrist that held your tit. Nanami cocked his head in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate. "Y-you, it feels good b-because it's you," Nanami swears at that moment his brain short circuits as he fights every neuron in his body to not send signals to his dick to cream his pants right now. "You really..." Nanami trails off as he slides his hand out from your bra and grabs your neck, tipping your head to look up at him.

His lips collide with yours in a passionate, needy kiss. His lips move quickly, wasting no time before his tongue was mingling with your own, making your already needy pussy throb for more. "Gonna put my fingers in." He moaned between kisses, his eyebrows furrowing when your humping got more needy, and your ass rubbed his cock just right from behind.

Your lips separated from his own with a gasp as he slid a finger down to your tight, sopping entrance and pressed it in. Both of you moaned in tandem when he slowly slid his finger in till the base of his finger was pressed against your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to put what you learned to use for me sweetheart, can you do that?" Kento asked, releasing the hold he had on your neck, settling just to rest his hand on your throat. You nodded at him, feeling yourself pulse and squeeze around his thick finger that stayed still inside you.

"Go ahead and rub your clit for me, small circles, just like I did." He instructed. You reached your shaky hand into your panties with his own and found your clit which was already wet with your juices from Nanami's previous touches. "Good girl." Nanami praised you as you followed his instructions. The second you started moving, Nanami did do. "A-ahhh-" Moan after moan fell from your lips when Nanami started curling his finger inside you and thrusting at the same time, sending intense shocks all throughout your body.

"This is your g-spot, some people can cum just from touching this spot here, but most of them need clitoral stimulation as well," Nanami said. You did your best to nod along with his words and listen in general, but the stimulation was so intense, it was making your head spin. "Ah ah, keep moving your finger." Kento tsked, slowing down his own when he saw how lazy and slow your fingers got while rubbing against your clit. It wasn't your fault he was making your body go slack.

"We have plenty of time to figure out if you can cum just from penetration another day." Nanami voices, pressing his soft lips against your cheek in a kiss. "Right now I'm focused on bringing you to orgasm." The way in which Nanami so causally talked about these things made you dizzy. Sex and things of the like were usually taboo and embarrassing to talk about, but not to Nanami, and he was determined to make you feel the same way about it.

"I'm gonna add another finger okay?" Kento asked, slowing down his thrusting inside you. "Yeah, uh-huh." You responded, half listening to his words. Nanami smiled to himself as he watched your eyes fall shut, your finger now rapidly rubbing circles against your clit shamelessly as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Nanami pulled the first finger out and slowly reinserted it with a second one. He spread his fingers a bit as he slid them inside your warm walls, trying to stretch you out so you were able to take something bigger later on.

You winced in discomfort when he scissored his fingers inside you, but that discomfort soon diminished when he curled his fingers against that same spongey spot against your walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. "H-harder, Ken fuck me harder." The man behind you was unable to suppress the groan that slipped between his lips from your shameless words, his hips canting against your ass, rubbing his cock against the inside of his boxers at your shameless words.

"For a virgin, you're surprisingly needy. You sure you haven't done this before? Did you just want me to baby you?" Kento teased, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. Moan after wonton moan spilled from your lips, your body thrashing and jolting against his as the pleasure from your g-spot and clit combined to form a ball inside your stomach. "N-no, I haven't I- promise." You stuttered out, gasps and whines cutting you off as you got closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm teasing, sweetheart. You are close though aren't you?" He asked, noticing how your pussy clenched around his fingers more frequently. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna orgasm all over my fingers?" Nanami groaned, the squelching from your sopping cunt going straight to his neglected dick. "F-fuck yes, I- I think so y-yes." You cried, thrashing your head from side to side agaisnt his chest.

Your hand that still held his hand against your throat squeezed tightly. He noticed your fingers slow down on your clit at the same time, a telltale sign that you were close. Nanami had a feeling you needed both clitoral stimulation and penetration to get you to reach your high, and he was determined to make you finish. "Doing so well my love, keep rubbing your clit, you can't stop, okay? I know you can do it, almost there." Nanami's reassuring words helped you focus on putting all your strength into your finger that rubbed back and forth agaisnt your clit.

Suddenly, your chin was being pushed up and Nanami's lips connected with yours in a sloppy kiss once more. Kento groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your pussy constricting his fingers. His wrist started to ache from curling his fingers against your tight walls so repetitively, but he knew if he stopped, you wouldn't cum. Your desperate whines and moans against his lips aided in fueling his tired wrist to continue on and finish you off.

"Kento- I'm- I'm cumming-" You whined high pitched against his lips, your legs shaking as they fought to push against his own that held yours open. It was getting harder and harder to kiss him back as your body went ridged, your mouth opening in a wide O, and your eyes rolling back in your head. "That's it, right there, yeah-" Nanami's own jaw dropped and he watched with awe as your body convulsed with pleasure.

He moaned with you as if he was cumming himself, his body curling forward with yours as you came, your legs shaking and cunt trambling around his fingers. Your own hand had stopped rubbing your clit, just resting against it as you came, no longer having the strength to touch yourself as you orgasm for the first time. Nanami continued curling his fingers against your g-spot until the spasms had stopped and you slapped his wrist with your hand, letting him know it was getting to be too intense.

"Fuck- fuck-" You gasped, your body stayed curled over yourself as Nanami leaned back, separating his chest from your back. The sound of a zipper followed by rustling, then skin rubbing on skin brought you down from your high completely. When you tried to turn around, Nanami pushed your upper back down again, forcing you to stay bent over like you were. You could hear his heavy breathing and gasps from behind you. You knew exactly what he was doing.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and spun around, sitting on your knees between Nanami's thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you did so well." Nanami praised, looking into your eyes as he stroked himself off. Your eyes trailed down to his thick cock, and you gasped in awe at the size of his cock and how wet and flushed it was. He must've been really holding back.

Nanami's large hand caressing the side of your face brought your attention back to his eyes, away from the mess that was between his legs. "Don't worry, I'm almost done. Just couldn't take it anymore." Nanami rushed through his words, obviously drunk off your orgasm. Your heart was racing out of your chest. You wanted to help him but you had no idea how to. It seemed unfair for you to get off with his help and not give him the same treatment in return.

A moment of confidence washed over you, and you reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him from touching himself. "Sweetheart really, I'm almost there, it's oka-" "Use my pussy." Your words hit Nanami like a freight train. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He squeezed the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from busting a nut all over himself right then in there from your words alone.

"What?" Nanami asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "You can fuck me." You said again, nodding at him. "You... you stretched me out, right? I can take it." Nanami swallowed hard and pulled his lip between his teeth, his head knocking back against the pillows for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He didn't want to pressure you into doing something you weren't ready for, although you seemed to really want it.

Nanami released his cock and cradled your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked, summiting to the idea surprisingly quickly, you were expecting a little more pushback. "I'm sure." You nodded, placing your hands over his own that held your face. Nanami's cock twitched, bobbing heavily between his legs in the open air, hastily pulled out from his boxers and pants. "Then... please lay flat on the bed with your stomach against the sheets.

Your heart raced as you listened to Nanami rip the condom package open behind you. The pillow he stuffed under your hips before you laid down was putting a nice pressure on your pelvis, making you squirm in anticipation. A large hand pressing into the sheets by your head brought you back to reality. You saw the shadow of Nanami's much larger figure behind yours as he hovered over your body, stroking his cock over your ass.

"Keep your thighs together, you can even cross your ankles over one another, I read that feels good for some women." You felt like cumming already. Nanami's show of intelligence about the female body made you want to scream, but you settled on nodding, wrapping your arms around the pillow under your head for support as you let out a noise of understanding.

"If it becomes too much or you need to stop at any point, let me know," Nanami instructed, waiting until he heard a verbal answer from you before he readied himself. Nanami took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, reminding himself not to get carried away or be too hard with you. "Okay, relax for me," Nanami instructed. His large hand gripped your thigh to pull your ass to the side so he could get a better view of your pussy from the back as he prepared himself to put it in.

"Nanami, I can take it. I'm not going to break." You whispered into the pillow, words Nanami made sure not to miss. You closed your eyes when you felt Nanami's chest tickle against your back. A kiss was pressed against your temple, making you shut your eyes as the kiss was lasting. "Thank you, sweetheart. You always take such good care of me." Nanami whispered into your ear as he rubbed his cock agaisnt your hole.

You felt a heat rush over your skin at the feeling of his hard cock touching your cunt. It felt weird, hot, hotter than you imagined. Nanami gripped his cock hard at the base and pressed his fat tip against your hole, thrusting his hips forward against your ass slowly as he inserted his cock inside you. The two of you gasped in tandem when his tip penetrated your walls and his cock split you open.

Nanami watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, your pussy clenching and squeezing mercilessly around him. "Please, r-relax your cunt honey, I can't get inside you if you're like this," Nanami begged, feeling his orgasm build up inside himself already. It had been a while since he last got laid... a long while, he knew he wasn't going to last long, but neither were you, so it would work out perfectly.

"It's not me- y-you're so big." You whined, trying to relax your cunt around him but it didn't seem to do anything at all. Nanami bit his lip at your words and dropped his chin to look at where the two of you were connected, his cock throbbing against your walls at the sight of your tiny cunt sucking him in perfectly. "Yeah? My cock is big?" Nanami teased, his voice deep and raspy as he fully pressed his hips flush against your ass, smiling to himself when you tried to scoot your body up on the bed, trying to escape how deep he was inside you.

"Y-yeah, fuck-" You whined, crossing your ankles over one another. Your clit was being stimulated between your thighs, bringing you the perfect relief as Kento slowly thrust his cock in and out of you. "Can you feel how deep it is inside you?" He asked, emphasizing his words with a mean, hard thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. The way you were squeezing your thighs together made the stimulation and pleasure on his end ten times more intense, as each time he pulled out, his cock was still being squeezed by your ass and thighs pressed together.

"'S so deep-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Nanami's resolve snapped at that moment. You sounded so fucked out and horny, he was unable to stop [ his hips from moving into yours. He quickly found a pace as he thrust his cock inside you, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Each time he fucked his cock inside your walls, it felt like your intestines had to expand to make room for his girth, but it was all rewarded each time he rammed his hard cockhead into your sweet spot so deep inside you.

"Oh god, right there!" You cried, your body jolting when Kento angled his hips in a way that allowed him to slap his cock into the most sensitive part of you with each thrust. Nanami placed his other hand by your head, allowing him more momentum to fuck into you as he was in a steadier position. "Yeah, right here? Is this your sweet spot?" Nanami cooed, feeling his balls throb with the need to fill you up with each thrust.

You nodded dumbly, drool dribbling out of your mouth and onto the pillow from how lax your mouth was. Nanami wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didnt want to move too much and jeopardize the position he was in right now, as he was fucking into you just right. "Do you need me to play with your clit?" Nanami offered, feeling his orgasm creep up on him faster than he expected, even though he knew he wasn't going to last.

"N-no, I'm gonna f-finish like this." You cried, tensing your pelvis and abs as you felt your own high grow closer and closer. Nanami nodded at your words, his eyes darting between your ass that ripped with each thrust and your eyes that rolled back in your head each time he pounded you. Nanami brought his hips back enough to where his cock was almost completely pulled out of you, just his tip remaining inside your walls before he slammed his hips agaisnt your ass, shoving his entire length inside your cunt.

You were unable to speak as your high washed over you unexpectedly like a freight train. Your entire body went tense, and your cunt squeezed impossibly tighter around Nanami's cock like a vice, making him stutter in his thrusts as you came all over his cock. "Oh god-" Nanami groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head and his head dangling limply in front of him as your pussy pulsed rhythmically around him.

"I'm cumming, c-cumming-" Nanami did his best to warn you before he finished, but his orgasm caught him off guard much like your own, so he was only able to groan out a small warning before wonton groans and moans were spilling from his lips and his cock shot hot ropes of his seed into the condom. Nanami's body jerked and his abs clenched as he came, hard.

His hips stilled against your own, just twitching and jerking as he came inside you. You could feel his cock kick and throb as he filled up the condom, the warmth from his seed burning your walls and warming you up from the inside out. Kento hissed as he pulled out of your tight cunt, apologizing when you made a sound of discomfort as well. You forced your tired body to roll over to the side to look at Nanami.

The man looked disheveled and exhausted. A deep blush spread across his face and down under the V of his collared shirt, his hair was ruffled and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He looked so focused as he slid the used condom off his softening cock, letting the heavy appendage fall against his thigh as he tied it in a knot and placed it on the edge of the bed for himself to throw away later.

He found your eyes once he was finished, a smile gracing his features as he tucked his cock back in his boxers and crawled over to you, wrapping you in his embrace. He rested his head on your chest as you cradled his head with your arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. "You did so well for me, made me feel so good sweetheart, I'm so proud of you."

You nuzzled your head against Kento's, feeling your heart swell. "Thank you for trusting me." You said, referring to when you told him you were ready and you could take it. Kento lifted his head and leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. "Of course my love." He responded. "I need to clean you up soon, but I understand if you need a minute to recover," Nanami said, laying his head back down on your chest.

Although he felt sleepy, he knew he had to fully take care of you first before he let himself drift off. You just lost your virginity and just had an orgasm, you were bound to be a little emotional and more fragile right now. "A few more minutes." You replied, feeling your body melt under the comforting weight of him. You felt so loved and protected as he laid on top of you, pressing kisses to your chest and collarbones.

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talaok · 2 months

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Daddy knows best

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader

Summary: Joel has given you homework, and although you've never watched porn, one particular thing you see does pique your interest (this is part of a series but can be read alone)

Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence, dub-con, Perv Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, squirting, anal play, one lil pussy slap, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, allusion to oral sex (m), he takes a pic, and LOADS of daddy-kink (Joel is also meaner in this one)

This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

a/n: I am a very sick individual. dont read this. honestly. just dont

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2

"Hi daddy!" you smiled, shutting the door to your room to greet him at the entrance.

"hello sweetheart" he grinned at your excitement getting rid of his jacket and throwing it on the coat stand before his eyes traveled to you, and god was he thankful they did.

That tiny baby blue skirt he's bought you was a damn good investment, and your own touch of that little fucking white top was just as good.

There you were, on display for him, all for him... and you didn't even know.

"I like the outfit" he smirked, tilting his head to get a better look at your naked thighs, thighs he now knew from experience to be soft and just... perfect.

"thank you daddy" you giggled, smiling happily

"You know what you need to do sugar, go on" he gestured, his voice deep and almost strained at the thought of what was about to happen.

It had turned into a routine now, but his dick certainly never got used to it.

"of course" you nodded, obedient as ever, your hands going to the hem of your skirt and slowly, slowly bringing it up- up enough to show him your bare core.

Panties weren't allowed anymore.

He didn't know what it was, but there was just something about the fact that he had the power to make you do that, to make you show your whole naked pussy to him in the middle of the living room, in the way your eyes remained on him, patiently waiting for further instructions, pending from his every word, there was something about that that made him thank each existing god every single time.

He got his good look, and then with just a nod he'd made you cover yourself up again.

"good girl" he smiled, getting rid of his boots as you eagerly stalked closer to him.

"how's my favorite girl doing?" he asked, his voice sweet as he wrapped one arm around you, pushing you closer to him.

"good" you nodded "my exam went well today at school"

Your math exam, the same one he'd watched you study a whole week for, even "helping out" in his own way once or twice... a kiss down there for every right answer had become your new favorite study method.

"mhh, of course" he smirked, stroking your cheek "pretty and smart, now that's my girl"

You bit your lip at his words, that warm feeling traveling between your legs once again.

"a-and how did your day go?" you realized was your turn to ask once you got out of the trance his eyes made you spiral into every time.

"mh" he hummed, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to clear his mind of bad memories from his day "Not great sweetheart... but it would have been a hell of a lot worse if I didn't know I was getting you all to myself tonight"

Once again, heat shot to your cheeks at the flattery.

"you thought about me?"

"'f course I did" he spoke softly "couldn't stop thinkin' about all the ways I can help you out tonight"

"yeah?" your eyes widened, excitement piercing through your tone.

"oh yeah" he growled, kissing you as his hand squeezed one of your asscheeks.

You whimpered into his mouth, and he leaned away.

"did you do your homework sugar?"

"mh-mh" you nodded, "I didn't have a lot today, just English"

A chuckle rumbled deep from his chest

He did that often, smiling and laughing at something you said, and each time, you were left confused as to why.

"not those homework, babygirl"

The sound of a choked "oh" came out of your mouth, and that smug, predatory smile he always seemed to have around you persisted on his lips.

"y-yes" you said finally "yes I-I was doing them now"

"yeah?" he grinned, his fingers on your ass trailing lower and lower... and then lower, until his digits connected with your pussy- your wet, drenched pussy.

"I can feel it" he chuckled, his fingers sliding into you for no more than a second,

"daddy" you whimpered

"clean daddy's fingers" he shushed you, bringing the proof of your arousal to your lips, and watching you closely, as you obeyed his command.

It was salty, saltier than his come, you noticed, licking his fingers clean.

"you were in your room?"

you nodded

"let's go then"

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Your room was the same as always, pink everywhere, filling every inch of the space, your curtains were drawn, but some light still soaked through them, and the lamp on your bedside did the rest.

You walked before him, as he had instructed, and when you both entered, he closed the door behind you.

You were moving to the bed where you'd left your laptop, when Joel's voice stopped you.

"What's that shirt doing on the floor?"

"oh I must have left it there when I changed" you explained, crouching down to pick it up

"not like that" He tutted "Bend down, keep your legs straight"

You frowned, but obeyed nonetheless, feeling cool air hit your core

"stay like that"

"w-why?"

"'cause daddy's gotta take a picture," he said, pulling out his phone and doing just that, a damn good view in front of him.

"w-why are you always taking pictures?"

he rolled his eyes at your need to question him.

"cause they help me keep track of how healthy you are" he lied through his teeth, walking to you until he could place one of his hands on each of your asscheeks, stroking lazily.

"for example, right now your pussy's very healthy" he drawled, one hand leaving your ass to land a quick slap to your core.

You jolted forward, gasping at the feeling.

It stung, but it also felt kinda... good

He chuckled softly again

"got it?"

"y-yes daddy" you gulped, as he helped you get up, groaning lowly at the feeling of your ass meeting his hard cock.

he turned you around, moving some hair out of your face.

"take off your top"

You did.

"now your skirt"

Again, you did,

remaining completely naked before him.

"good girl" he breathed, his index fingers traveling from the valley of your breasts to your navel, his eyes following suit "Now show me what you found" he nodded to the computer,

He sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and then placed you onto his lap.

He smiled at what he saw on your laptop.

"I-I went to the site you told me" you breathed, your voice no more than a whisper.

"so what do you think of porn?" he smirked

"I-I" Although you were naked, it felt a thousand degrees in that room, and his hands stoking your thighs and your nipples certainly weren't helping "I like... some of it"

"Which ones?"

"the ones that don't feel f-fake" you swallowed thickly

He just grinned

"and did you find a favorite one like I asked you?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, tapping on your computer to switch tabs

"this one"

It was an amateur one, not in hd, the camera not even straight, but the couple... you really liked them

"play it"

with a tap of your middle finger, soft moans started filling the room, as the man in the video started pleasuring the woman with his mouth, grabbing at every piece of her with his hands, as if he couldn't help it, as if he wanted to devour all of her.

You didn't even notice your hips starting to move on their own accord, trying to grind onto something- anything, as your thighs squeezed shut.

Joel chuckled behind you, his eyes not on the screen but on you.

"what do you like about it?"

His lips met with your shoulder as his fingers pinched your nipple, and there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you from doing so.

"T-they just look so... happy" you whispered, trying not to cry because of how desperately needy you felt between your legs "so in love"

This time, Joel managed to bite down his laugh

"a-and I like-"

you stopped, too embarrassed all of a sudden

"what?"

"n-nothing"

Joel shook his head, his mouth to your ear

"You're drenching my pants, sweetheart, it ain't nothing"

You almost moaned at just the sound of how deep and hot his voice sounded

"I like that" you confessed, urging him to look at the screen

"you like that?"

he didn't even sound like himself anymore, just a wolf, a wolf holding a defenseless bunny.

"y-yes"

"you like that she's on top of him" he taunted, "that she's riding his cock" he murmured "'s that right darlin'?"

"y-yes daddy" you cried, turning your head to look at him, to beg at him "Please" you whimpered "please daddy do something"

It wasn't just heat now, it was burning flames of need pooling between your thighs.

"what about the other part of the homework?" he didn't mind your pleas

"I- I couldn't daddy" you whined, real tears now stinging your eyes "I couldn't do it, not without you daddy- please"

"aw baby" he cooed "my dumb little baby" fake concern filled his features "Show me what you were doing"

"no please daddy just- you do it"

You were going crazy, literally crazy because of how utterly desperate you were.

"stop whining and do as I say" he ordered, his voice colder "or I'm done helping you out"

As if, he laughed in his mind

You obeyed immediately.

You needed him to help you out, there was so much you still had to learn, and you couldn't possibly teach all that to yourself, you couldn't even masturbate for god's sake.

"lay on your back and show me" he said again, as he got up.

He closed your laptop and set in on the floor as you positioned yourself in front of him.

You slowly planted your feet onto the mattress, spreading your legs.

His ravenous gaze fixed on your core.

"go on"

So you did,

One of your trembling fingers traveled to your core, and slowly- oh so slowly- you pushed it inside of you, whimpering lightly.

He didn't say anything, and so you started moving it, trying to mimic what you've seen him so countless times now... and failing miserably.

"I-I can't" an unsatisfied whine fled your mouth

"'f course you can't, not like that" Joel smirked devilishly "Put another finger in"

"b-but"

"just do it"

You tried, you really tried... but you were so scared, it just felt like too much, like you couldn't handle all that

"I-It doesn't fit- it's too much" you cried "Please daddy help me- please please please"

God, but did you ever stop whining?

And so partially because he wanted you to stop, and partially because he just wanted to, he grabbed your waist, pulling you to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.

"It doesn't fit?" he mocked, your fingers pulling out of you just in time for him to plunge two of his own in.

You gasped and moaned and cried all at once.

"Then how come this little pussy can take my whole cock?" he didn't even wait for you to adjust, to stop squirming, before his index finger thrust inside you "How come I can fit three of my fingers in here?"

Real tears fell from your eyes as you moaned and arched your back like a cat.

You tried shutting your legs, but he spread them apart mercilessly, gripping your thighs as his fingers thrust in and out of you at a scathing pace

He'd never been like this, so fast, so mean

You didn't know if you were breathing, you didn't know if you were alive, if you had fainted, you didn't know anything besides how good you were feeling, how much pleasure he was giving you after you'd been starved so long for it.

"is it too much now?" he mocked, watching you fall apart in front of him "because it looks like it ain't" he growled "it looks like i could fit all my fingers in here and it still wouldn't be enough"

You moaned, you moaned so loud your throat hurt.

"'s that what you want, you want to be completely filled like a little slut?"

slut

he'd never called you that- why did he call you that? Why did it make you clench around him? why why why-

"no please daddy" you moaned "'s too much"

"three fingers is enough for this little pussy?" he teased

"yes daddy yes- I-"

It was like making a deal with the devil, if you weren't specific enough...

"what about this other pretty hole?" he smirked, his fingers slowing as two of his fingers from his left hand reached between your asscheeks, grazing your other hole

"d-daddy" you just stuttered

"I think we need to start stretching this one darlin'"

You gasped, as he used your moisture to wet his middle finger and trailed downwards

"I- b-but daddy"

"daddy's gonna fuck it one of these days" he interrupted "and we don't want it to hurt do we?"

You tried to calm your breathing as you answered

"y-you mean you want t-to-"

He chuckled, his fingers pushing into your g-spot making your mind just a big dumb mess.

"I mean I'm gonna fuck your ass babygirl" he explained, his finger pushing more and more at the entrance "it's another lesson, you see" he murmured "but I need to prepare you for it- I need to stretch you out real good for my cock"

His cock. Inside there. How on Earth was that gonna happen?

"That's why you're gonna be good and let me put this finger in here" he emphasized his words by pushing slightly "aren't you sweetheart?"

"I-is it gonna hurt?"

"not if you relax" he cocked a brow "are you gonna relax for me?"

"y-yes" you surrendered "yes daddy"

And that was that.

He pushed his finger into you, slowly, even though there was nothing he would have liked more to just thrust it, and hear your shocked cry.

But the moan you let out- oh the moan you let out was worth every moment of his painful self control.

It wasn't particularly pleasant at first, but then... then it was like fire spread through you, and when the fingers in your pussy started moving faster it was like gasoline dunked onto the flames.

it didn't just feel good, it felt... new.

It felt like heaven and hell altogether, and then it felt like... it felt like you needed to pee.

"d-daddy!" you gasped, your hips grinding shamelessly onto him "daddy's not right- I-I"

tears rolled down your temples, and your belly twisted into knots as your walls tightened and tightened around him.

"Shhh" he shushed you "let go" he said, "let go darlin'"

And so you did.

A rainstorm of pleasure putting out all the fire inside you. Pure, divine bliss took over you as you looked at him, crying out and squirming uncontrollably, until it was all over... until you realized what had just happened.

Whatever that was

"o-oh my god" your eyes widened, taking in his drenched shirt, his wet mouth and chin which you didn't even notice he'd put on you as you soaked him to get a taste "I-I'm so sorry daddy- I- I don't know what-"

He was on you before you could blink.

"sorry?" he laughed "what are you sorry about?"

"I-I-"

"you squirted" he grinned "ain't there nothin' wrong with that... the opposite actually"

"S-squirted?"

"that's right"

"and you're not mad?"

"why would I be mad?" he asked, amusement and thrill glossing his eyes "It's just like when daddy comes all over your face babygirl" he explained "You like that, don't you?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

his cock twitched at that

"And I like when you come all over mine baby"

"oh"

"yeah" he chuckled, kissing you deeply "I'm gonna make you squirt every fucking day from now on sweetheart"

You could only smile before he kissed you again

"now how 'bout we do that thing you saw?" he asked, "you wanna ride my cock sweetheart?"

"yes" you nodded eagerly

"then let's get to it, shall we?"

He gave you one last kiss, before he leaned back, undressing completely.

He chuckled as he caught you eating him up with your eyes, but said nothing as he laid on his back.

"c'mere" was all he said, grabbing your waist as you sat on top of him, your core inches away from his cock.

your hands raked his chest, stroking and admiring him, before you looked at his hungry gaze, and asked:

"what do I do?"

His eyes fell to where his cock sat on his belly

"take my dick in your hand"

You did as instructed, mesmerized by how big and beautiful it looked.

"now raise your hips a little, and slide me into you"

You did what he said, but just as he started entering you, you froze, the feeling foreign and not... good.

The woman in the video seemed to enjoy it so much, why can't I?

"you gotta relax" Joel explained, his right hand going to your clit "Let me in" he murmured, drawing circles on your bud "it'll feel good babygirl, just let daddy in"

And so, slowly, slowly you started sinking onto his manhood, whimpers and moans fleeing your throat with every inch added.

Util finally, you had done it.

"o-oh my god" you choked at the feeling.

He was deeper than he'd ever been, that you ever thought possible.

"good girl" he smirked

You didn't even have time to think about what you were doing that your hips were already moving, grinding onto him, bringing heaven to your core.

"O-Oh m-my"

"bounce on it darlin'"

Your hands sat on his chest as you obeyed, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as you raised and lowered onto his cock, moaning as you threw your head back.

now you understood that woman, It felt amazing

And so you started doing it again and again and again, clawing at his chest as groans rumbled from it.

"good god" he grunted "f-fuck"

"it feels so good daddy" you breathed, your lungs burning for oxygen

"yeah? You like riding me, baby?"

"yes" you cried "I like it so much daddy"

"like having my cock so deep inside ya?"

"god yes" you whimpered

"yeah?" he mocked, raising his hips to meet yours and forcing a roar out of you

"daddy! I-"

"you're coming already?"

"y-yes daddy I-"

He cocked a brow as he watched you

"think you deserve to?" he asked, "after acting like that before?"

"please" you begged, your voice nothing but a thread "please daddy let me come"

he remained stoic, and you were so close...

"please daddy, I'm sorry I'll be better, I'll be good- I promise"

He smirked now

"you promise?"

A nod, that was all you could offer

"No more questioning me when I'm trying to help?"

"n-no" you shook your head "I'll do whatever you tell me, whatever you want"

That's all he needed

"come on my cock sugar" he ordered "come like the good little girl you are"

You swore you blacked out after that, the pleasure was so deep and so strong it knocked you out.

The next thing you knew, you were laying beside him, your head on his chest, his come leaking out of you.

he'd already told you you needed to tell mom you wanted to take the pill

The words were out of you before you could stop them.

"Y-you were a little... mean before-" you swallowed "when you were using your- fingers"

He groaned internally

"I know babygirl" he cooed, caressing your arms soothingly "but you were acting like a little brat, and I just- I ran out of patience"

"o-oh"

"I'm here to help you, so it's hard for me when you act like that, understand?"

God how stupid you had been.

He was doing you a favor, and you were acting like a child.

"I-I'm sorry daddy" You pouted, leaning up to kiss him "I'm really sorry I won't do it again"

"thank you sweetheart" he smiled "but I think there's a better way to use that pretty mouth of yours to apologize"

You gulped, as you followed his gaze to his cock

"I'm kind of tired daddy" you murmured

"I know you are" he cooed "but daddy knows best, baby"

"You made me really mad sugar" he explained "And if you want to apologize real good... you're gonna need to suck daddy's cock"

And just like that, you were ascending down his body.

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i2sunric · 4 days

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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 (l.hs)

pairing: gamer!heeseung x reader (f)

summary: heeseung neglects you just to play his stupid game, so you try to relieve your frustration by humping his pillow— how you ended up riding his dick, you’re not sure.

warnings: smut. masturbating, pillow humping, riding, dirty talking, pet names (baby, slut, whore), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap up your willy!), creampie, breeding kink, kinda cnc at the ending, if more Imk. NOT PROOFREAD

published: 25th April 2024

wc: 1.9k

tag list: @jaeyunsbimbo @yorukoshii @omgbrohellnahmanwtf

a/n: guess who should be writing for the project but hasn’t even finished writing one scene? me! anyways, hope you’ll enjoy this gamer heeseung drabble and let me know your thoughts! REBLOG & LIKE PLS! maybe part 2?

When Heeseung and you first started hanging out, everyone started mistaking your friendship for dating. Or maybe, that was exactly what Heeseung wanted.

He was so possessive of you, always giving death stares to anyone who dared to land their eyes on your bare legs or exposed chest from your skirts and tops; spoiling you rotten, literally buying you anything you wanted without even having to ask.

But you were not less, getting jealous of anyone who approached him, even scaring girls away. You were as crazy as him.

It wasn’t something you two addressed verbally, just a mutual feeling. Perhaps it was attraction or something more, neither of you wanted to label it.

Something you would really love to verbalise, though, was the way Heeseung had been playing his stupid game for two straight hours without even glancing back at you from his chair.

You were sitting on his bed, legs crossed together as you absentmindedly scrolled through your socials— but even that had become boring. You sighed heavily and dropped your phone on the mattress, stretching your sore limbs.

“Hee?” You asked but was only met back with the sound of keyboard taps and a few shouts so loud you could hear them from the earphones your best friend was wearing.

“Heeseung.” You said again, this time a little louder, “Mh?” He asked, still not turning around to even glance at your face.

“Stop playing and spend some time with me.” You nagged, brows knitting in an annoyed frown “Just ten more minutes.” He murmured back.

“Now.” You crossed your arms at your chest “Come on Y/N, I’m almost done, damn.”

You waited for him to say something more, however he just resumed the battle, occasionally hissing but never shouting at the screen, knowing how much it bothered you.

Your eyes landed on his arms, bare from the sleeveless shirt he was wearing, the veins showing every time he taped a new button, hands so perfect as if they were shaped from a goddess.

You gulped, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. It wasn’t the first time you had such weird fantasies about Heeseung, it was no lie he was drop dead gorgeous, though sometimes you wished he’d see you as more.

The way he treated you, the way he scared anyone who ever dared to breathe your same air— it just fuelled your filthy and contorted desires. However, when he played his games he always seemed to forget about you— which frustrated you a lot.

You palmed your breasts through the fabric of the loose shirt, your nipples hardening and poking, their outline showing. Your gaze fell on his clenched jaw, wondering if he’d have the same face while fucking you, filling you up with his load.

Impatient, you reached for his pillow, the one he usually put his head to sleep on, the thought turning you on even more and sat down on it, your clothed core stroking against it. You moved your hips back and forth at a sweet rhythm, letting out soft hums when your clit rubbing made you feel a warm feeling in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, imagined you were riding Heeseung’s face, his pointed nose poking your clit while his warm tongue fucked your cunt, burying himself deeper in between your thighs.

“Seriously?” Your actions were abruptly stopped by a deep groan, your eyes shot open and there Heeseung was, manspreading on the chair now turned around to face you, his gaze so dark and piercing.

“Acting like a fucking needy slut?” He chuckled bitterly, “You know my mic was on, right? Everyone heard you moaning.” He tsked mockingly.

Your hips kept moving, your head threw back “Just wanted your attention.” Your hoarse voice went straight to his cock, hardening against his grey sweats.

He glanced at you, his stare piercing. You looked straight out of his night fantasies, the way you were grinding on his pillow, your sweet scent intoxicating it. He removed his earphones and palmed his clothed hard on.

“Keep going.” He ordered and you complied, your mind too cloudy to leave space for shake. After all, that was what you both wanted the most “Show me how you’d ride my cock, baby.”

The pet name made your stomach fill with butterflies, you gripped the pillow and moved almost manically on it, the sound of the bed squeaking filling the room.

“Did you want everyone to hear you?” He asked, still palming his cock “Mh? Did you want all my friends to hear your moans?”

You shook your head “No,” You breathed out, slowing your movements “Only you.”

“Fuck,” He cursed, his cock twitching in his boxers “Raise your shirt, let me see your tits.”

You let out a soft hum and did as he asked, raising your shirt, hooking it under your chin to squeeze your breasts and show it to him “So perfect,” He almost dropped at the sight, “And so mine.” He growled.

“Heeseung—“ You panted, your eyes half lidded “Hee… m’so close.” Your movements were sloppy, signalling that your orgasm was about to hit you.

“Don’t cum,” He ordered, “Don’t fucking cum, stop.” and you stopped, your eyes red from your denied orgasm.

His eyes softened, your fucked up state was too much for him, your sweaty forhead and panting breath— Hell, he was going to ruin you.

“Come here.” He patted his laps and you nodded, getting up from the bed, stumbling a little as you reached him. You sat down on his laps, his big hands securing your waist.

“Isn’t this better?” He asked, making your body grind on his clothed bulge, your wetness seeping through the fabric “Fuck baby— you’re so wet.”

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes closing when his lips connected to your neck, leaving wet kisses “Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered.

“Yes,” you breathed out “Yes Hee, please.” He smirked at your pleads and raised you up, just enough to pull down his sweats and boxers. His cock sprung free, red and so hard.

You widened your eyes, you had always known he’d be thick since the shadow of his bulge always appeared when he worked out or went to swim, but you had never imagined it’d be that huge.

“Like what you see, mh?” Heeseung smirked, his hand sneaking on the back of your head to fist your hair, making you look up at him “Answer me.”

Wetness pooled on your panties at his rough and dominant voice, you nodded “Yes.”

“Good girl,” He let go of your hair and helped you out of your own pants, leaving you only in your loose shirt and underwear.

His breath hitched, biting his bottom lip “You’re so perfect,” He raised your shirt, hooking it on itself so you wouldn’t have to keep it in your hand.

Heeseung inched closer and took your tit in his mouth, sucking and biting on your nipple. You breathed heavily, one hand caressing the little hair he had on the back of his neck, nails almost digging in it.

He detached from your breast and kissed his way up to your neck, licking and nibbling. He reached your lips and took them into a hungry kiss, so passionate. You moaned when you felt his fingers hook your panties to the side, the cold air of the room hitting your core, making it clench around nothing.

“So eager to be fucked dumb.” Heeseung growled, guiding you on his cock. You put your hands on his broad shoulders as you slowly went down, the mushroom tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds.

You hissed when the tip entered your pussy, stretching you so good. You were no virgin, but no guy you ever had sex with was as big as Heeseung,

He held your waist tightly, helping you until you were all down, bottoming out. He cursed under his breath, your warm cunt hugging his shaft so perfectly he could almost cum right there “Shit baby- you feel so good.”

He started guiding you up and down on his cock, not really leaving you any place to do what you wanted, using you as if you were a sex doll. And you honestly lived for it “H-Hee… S’good.”

His big hands wrapped around your waist and you hid your face on the crook of his neck, moaning out his name. You could smell the scent of his cologne, clouding any thought in your mind along with the pleasure he was giving you.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to fuck you.” He groaned, lifting your ass cheeks, gripping them so he’d leave his marks on you “To just claim you, fill you up with my cum, breed you.” Heeseung rumbled absentmindedly “You’d look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

His dirty talking only made you clench around him more, the stretch almost painful but too good you begged him to go faster. And how could he say no to you? He grabbed your ass cheeks and held you in place while his hips jerked up, thrusting inside of you.

Soft hums and moans filled the room, you grasped his shoulders and dug your nails in his flesh, trying to steady yourself.

“Pussy made for me.” He rumbled, rutting inside of you at a fast pace “You’re so mine, right?— Fuck— You’ll let someone else fuck you like I do?”

In your blissful state you managed to shake your head “Only you Hee,” You moaned out “I want only you.”

Heeseung rewarded you with a spank on your ass, the mark of his fingertips red on the cheek “Say it again.”

You cried out in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten “Mph— Just want you to fuck me.”

“Good fucking girl,” He groaned, rutting into you, hitting your cervix with every thrust “Heeseung.” You gasped, your nails leaving painful marks on his skin but he did not mind at all. In fact, he hoped you’d leave marks on all his back. “I know,” Heeseung said “Let’s cum together, just a little more.”

You let out a small sob, your eyes watery from the amount of pleasure you felt all at once, his cock made to thrust inside your pussy. His arms hugged you tightly against his chest, one hand squeezing your ass cheek “Fuck, Fuck,” He pated, his eyes squeezing.

“Gonna cum too baby- Gonna fill you up so good.” He let out a husky groan as his load shot inside of you, coating your walls as you came around his cock. It twitched inside of you, so much cum filling you up until you felt so full.

Heeseung loosened his grip a little, enough to let you move freely as you laid back a little, you both panting heavily, sticky with sweat.

Heeseung looked down at where your bodies connected, some cum dripping down from your pussy to his laps. You could feel him harden again inside of you which made your eyes widen. Was it even possible to get hard that quickly? Heeseung let out a deep chuckle.

He got up from the chair with you still in his arms and laid you down on your back on his bed. You watched him through confused eyes-

Heeseung dried the wetness under your eyes and whispered in your ear “Let me have you once more..”

“But—“ You shook your head, your body was tired and still shaken from the orgasm “I’ll be quick.” He rubbed his nose on your cheek, his figure hovering on yours.

“M’tired..” You murmured, your eyes closing. But Heeseung only let out another dark chuckle “You’ll take it, yeah?” He started pounding inside you, slow but deep

“You’ll take it like the good girl you are.” It wasn’t a question, but an order.

And you were too down for him to neglect him.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #lee heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen smuts #heeseung smuts #lee heeseung smuts

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lovingchrissposts · 2 months

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mama

Warnings: slight swearing, angst? Use of y/n, crying, babies. (Warning to me.) stress, anxiety

Requested: yes but lost the ss

Summary: y/n had a bad day and her kid Destiny isn’t listening so she gets upset and starts to cry in her husbands arm and then her baby starts crying for her, proving her bad feelings wrong.

Dad chris x fem reader

I was sitting on the cold marble tile floor of the bathroom next to our toddler Destiny. She had tan skin, caramel brown curly hair that bounced right above her shoulders with golden brown eyes beaming up at me.

“Baby please just let me put you in the bath? You can play with ducky.” I beg grabbing her rubber duck from the Luke warm bath water and squeezing it making a squeak noise.

“I no no wanna mama.” Destiny yells and sits on the floor starting to have a tantrum. “Destiny, please sweetie. Mommy’s had a long day.” I sigh running my hands through my brown hair down my shoulders.

Destiny looks at me with a sad expression and i take a deep breath trying not to snap at her. “Honey.” I say putting my hands under her arms and lifting her up but she just kicks her arms and legs at me making me set her back down.

She starts to scream and cry before I hear the front door open and it’s my husband Chris coming home from work. “Okay, okay, shhh..” I whisper starting to feel tears prick at my eyes.

She’s never been like this.

I hear the door open and I look up to see my husband standing in the door frame, still in his work suit his hair a little messy. “Hey mama, hey destiny how’s my baby?” Chris whispers bending down and kisses my cheek.

I look up at him and he sees the tears in my eyes knowing I’m exhausted and need a break.

Chris swooped up destiny into his arms flying her around. “Is this my favorite little girl?” Chris asks smiling at destiny and looks at me and moves his head to the side motioning for me thst it’s okay for me to go.

“Dada!” Destiny yells giggling and holding onto Chris.

Her giggles echo through my head as I walk into me and Chris’s bed room and into our master bathroom. I walk up to the mirror and reach for my cotton pads and micellar water to remove my makeup.

I finish taking off my makeup and get a quick shower. I couldnt stop over thinking and stressing over everything that was going on. I just feel like I wasn’t fit for taking care of a fucking child.

I get out of the shower and put on a satin spaghetti sleeve night gown before leaving the bathroom and getting in on the right side of me and Chris’s shared bed.

I pull the covers up to the dip in mh waist and laying on my side. A few minutes go by and the door quietly opens and Chris walks in straight to the closet to change.

He walks out s few minutes later in just a pair of boxers and no shirt. Without either of us saying a word he gets in bed behind me and spoons me from behind.

“Im right here. It’s okay,” he whispers into my ear resting his head on my shoulder with his lips right next to my cheek.

I feel my emotions start to get the best of my and my throat tightens as my warm tears spill out of my eyes making me sniffle gently and grab Chris’s hand.

“Oh y/n.” Chris gently whispers and rolls me over so I’m facing him. He takes my face in his hands.

“I-I don’t-“ I start to stay but he shushes me and presses his finger to my lips. “Shhh.. ma, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

I nod and sniffle shutting my eyes. “Look at me y/n” Chris states in a gentle tone so i look up at him. “You’re okay, just relax. I’m right here.” He whispers kissing my forehead and i sniffle dipping my head into his chest and closing my eyes.

I feel his fingers rub my waist and the small of my back through my loose night gown.

After a few minutes I’m calmed down and Chris pulls back to look at me. “Alright, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong baby.” He says reaching onto my bed side table to grab a hair tie because I always get hot after crying.

“Thanks,” I whisper and tie my hair back looking up at him. He just smiles down at me and rubs my waist waiting for me to talk.

“I just feel like Destiny prefers you over me all the time. I wouldn’t care but it’s getting to the point she won’t listen to me, let me hold her, or anything. She just starts to cry..” I admit looking up at him and he nods his head and wipes the loose tears on my face.

“I understand baby, but she’s 2 and they always go through a phase like this. She still loves you and I do too okay? Don’t forget that.” Chris whispers and kisses my forehead making me smile.

“But what else is wrong, it seems like more than just that.” He says trying to get me to open up. I sigh and look down.

“Im just really stressed.. and I haven’t felt good all day and I’m tired and destiny not listening isn’t helping my case at all.” I admit and sniffle again.

“Y/n,” Chris starts to whisper pulling me on top of him to rest on his chest stroking my back and the ends of my hair.

The water works start again as Destiny starts to cry and I look over at the baby monitor and she’s crying ‘mama..’

Chris sits up with me still laying against him and he looks at the monitor and then smiles back at me.

“Looks like she needs you mama.” Chris whispers into my ear making me sniff away my tears and get off his lap to check on Destiny.

“I’ll be right back” I say with confidence walking out the door as chris chuckles.

I open the door slightly seeing Destiny cuddled up in the corner of her crib wailing and screaming ‘mama’

“Baby, baby im right here.” I whisper walking over and picking her up out of her crib, bouncing her in my arms.

“mama.” Destiny says through tears into my shoulder wrapping her arms around my neck. I take a seat in the chair in her room and look at her

“What’s wrong baby?” I whisper stroking her cheeks to remove the tears off her small pink cheeks.

“why mama crying in bath..?” Destiny asks me with her small baby voice and I laugh softly kissing her cheek.

“Oh don’t worry about mama, i was really tired.” I say exaggerating not wanting her to worry.

“Oh otay.” she whispers back to me and pointing back to her crib.

I smile softly and lay her down. “Get some good sleep for mama okag baby? Me and daddy are right down the hall.” I say making her feel comforted.

“Otay.” She whispers and cuddles her stuffed animal that’s a monkey Chris gave her from when he was a kid.

“Love you, little monkey. Get some good rest. Holler if you need me.” I whisper closing her door as I walk out gently.

I make my way back to me and Chris’s room seeing Chris fully awake on the bed on his side. I crawl back into bed next to him and he puts his arm on my waist and looks down at me with his signature smirk.

“You look pretty tonight.” He whispers to me making me get butterflies

“Christoper. Not tonight I’m too tired I’m sorry.” I say turning him down softly and he sighs. “Fine, shoulda saw that coming.” He says chuckling, leaning down to kiss me and I gently kiss his lips before cuddling into his arms falling asleep.

I love my family.

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mieluscious · 4 months

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say it. geto suguru

ෆ pairings : geto suguru × female reader

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 4k2

ෆ miel's note : part 1

ෆ warnings : mdni. bully!geto, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, hate sex, degradation, cheating (on gojo but he doesn't give a fuck tbh), face slapping (geto gets slapped), rough sex, hair pulling, risk of getting caught, dumbification, makeout, spit play, geto is a piece of shit, lowkey toxic, clit pinching, pussy fingering, face grabbing, they fuck against a window and on the teacher's desk . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

“teacher, should i study this chapter for tomorrow's midterm?” you tried to study as hard as you could to get the best grade in your school, seeing your name at the top of the list was such an intense feeling of pride that you became obsessed with it. the teacher approached your desk and circled with his red pen what would be important for you to learn.

“this chapter is not very important but it's good to have everything in mind, you’re a good student y/n.” he smiled and you lowered your head, blushing as you thanked him. “i have to go away for a while. is it okay if i leave you here all alone?” you nodded at him with a smile.

“it’s fine don’t worry, im gonna stay a little bit longer and when i’m done i’ll give the classroom keys back to the secretary.” he smiled back and grabbed his bag, he wished you good luck and disappeared behind the classroom door, leaving you alone with your books.

you were so busy solving your math problem that you didn't hear the door open behind you. you gasped as two hands came down hard on your desk. he pressed his chest against your back, and you could now feel his breath against your ear. "you really are the teacher's pet mh?” you didn't move, thinking that your anger would please him too much, you continued to study as if nothing had happened, putting your glasses back on your nose. “aw are you ignoring me y/n?” you still didn't move, and he took the opportunity to press his lips to your ear.

fearing what he might say, you spoke before he did. “where is satoru ?” he straightened up and sighed, he stepped in front of you and rested his lower back against the desk behind him. you blushed slightly as you remembered the last time he positioned himself like that in front of you. your face was still down on your notebook, but you could feel his piercing gaze on you. he rested his head on his shoulder while his eyes analyzed your face, it was the first time he'd seen you with glasses on. you were very pretty today and he couldn't stop looking at you.

“why don’t you try to look at me if you want to ask me a question.” his voice was deeper and you prayed inwardly that he didn't see your ears twitching. you raised your head towards him, his dark gaze met yours and a smirk played across his lips.

“i don’t like you, i don’t want you to be around me.” he licked his lips as he saw your face harden in annoyance. “and if satoru isn't around i don’t understand why the hell you are here but let me tell you something, i don’t give a fuck, you know why ? because i don’t have time for you geto.” his smile widened at the mention of his last name and seeing him so arrogant irritated you even more, you just wanted to study peacefully and he had to come here to piss you off. he jerked your desk with his foot making you get up from your chair. “what the fuck are you doing ?” his eyes fell on your outfit. cute. you saw him move and you immediately froze. “stop. don’t come near me.” he approached you and you took several steps backwards before ending up pressed against one of the classroom windows. you turned your head to the side to see that some students were playing soccer in the schoolyard.

geto placed his leg between your thighs. you pressed the back of your head against the window as you felt him bring his face closer to yours, you didn't lower your gaze from his eyes, you didn't want to show him that he could intimidate you. he placed his hands on either side of your hips on the windowsill. since he was much taller than you he pressed his forehead against yours, looking down at you. “you're back to being the mean little girl you like to be with me.” his nose was touching yours. you held back a squeal when you felt his knee rise between your thighs. “behave y/n.”

you brought your face closer, brushing your lips against his, your eyes juggling between his two eyes. “aw are you mad at me? you're not scaring me, geto.” he smiled once again. “i'll never listen to you, you mean nothing to me. you're the only one who's obsessed with me.” one of his hands slipped behind your lower back, bringing your hips close to his thigh. you opened your mouth slightly as you felt the pants on his leg press against the fabric of the lace panties under your skirt. his eyes dropped on your luscious mouth. you smiled. “i didn’t know i had that much of an effect on you.”

“then why are you looking at me like that?” his hand behind your back grabbed the fabric of your skirt, pushing you harder against his leg making you reach for his uniform jacket as your clit came into contact with his thigh. “why do you always look at me like you want me to throw you against a wall and fuck you until you can't walk anymore?” he pressed you harder against the window, his hand still behind you, making you arch your back. “you should stop lying lil nerd.” you tugged at the bottom of his jacket, biting your lip under his dark gaze. he rubbed his thigh against your clit again, making you open your mouth a little wider. “does hating me turn you on that much?”

“you wish.” his other hand grabbed your throat, causing you to let out a soft moan from between your lips.

“should i check then?” you mewled quietly as you felt the hand behind your back gently brush its fingers over your hip to reach under the front of your skirt. his thumb brushed your clit against your panties and your teeth sank even deeper into your lip under geto's watchful gaze. his finger gently tugged at your panties letting it seep between your pussy lips making you close your thighs on his leg. you turned your head to the side when you felt his face down your neck, he pressed his lips to your ear and chuckled at how wet you were, making you flinch. “such a lil liar, hm?” he licked the inside of your ear and a moan betrayed you. you didn't realize how hard you were pulling on his jacket until the buttons fell off and scattered on the floor, revealing his muscular body in his molded black t-shirt. he smiled. “just ask me if you want to see me naked.”

his necklace gently caressed the skin of your collarbones as he breathed. his thumb pressed on your jaw, making you throw your head back a little more against the window. “i’d rather die” you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, gritting your teeth as he lifted his face to yours, smiling arrogantly. you were fighting yourself so hard, you hated geto deeply and you'd never lied about this feeling but you couldn't deny the sexual attraction you had for him. the way he looked at you was so different from gojo. he liked to push your buttons and he knew how to do it, and even if his arrogant and proud behavior pissed you off to no end you knew that deep down you couldn't help imagining yourself making him shut his mouth in a more explicit way. you smirked as you caught him looking at you, his eyes slowly roving over every feature of your face. “what's wrong pretty boy you wanna take a picture? so you can jerk off on it at night.”

his whole hand was now in your panties he pinched your clit hard between his thumb and his forefinger making you squeal loudly. you grabbed his wrist by reflex. he leaned his head on his shoulder and looked straight into your eyes, his gaze growing colder despite his beautiful smile. “i don't need a picture for that.” you blushed against your will at his words. you sighed at him to go fuck himself when his thumb began to slowly massage your clit. he licked his lips as he watched you try as best you could to keep your moans to yourself, the bastard knew exactly how to make you feel good and it pissed you off as much as it aroused you. he grasped your jaw firmly and found himself between your thighs, his lips brushing yours. “my lil doll is trying so hard, so cute.” his thumb rubbed your clit harder making you open your mouth wider under his burning gaze. “yeah? does it feels good?” you grabbed his shirt with both hands, tugging at it angrily, hating him for making you want him so much. he chuckled, seeing you so frustrated reminded him of an angry little kitten. the pleasure you felt under his caresses was driving you crazy. you knew you could cum very quickly and you didn't want to let yourself be defeated so easily. but the look in his eyes was so intense that you couldn't stop yourself from moaning against his lips.

“s-stop looking at me-” you squealed as you felt him pinch your clit again. “-like that.” you slammed your fist against his chest. “fuuck- i fucking hate you-” you tried to escape his gaze by turning your head to the side, but he caught it immediately, pressing the back of your head harder against the window. he pushed two fingers into your pussy and you moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he fingerfucked you hard, making you bang against the window with each thrust. you could no longer hold back your moans, you were so loud you were sure you could be heard from the corridor. geto's cocky grin never faded from his face and it frustrated you even more. geto loved to see you lower your weapons under him. you were so cute trying to pretend that the attraction you had for him didn't exist, geto was a great observer and during the few years he was able to spend with you, he had the time to analyze every one of your expressions and know them perfectly. and his favorite one was the face you had when you were about to cum, just like right now. he thrust his fingers inside you so hard that you felt geto's urge to punish you. he smiled even more wickedly as he saw the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. “aw are you getting dumb so easily?” he licked your lips and the walls of your pussy tightened around his fingers. “i can see it on your pretty face.”

you slid your hands against his torso and finally grabbed his small waist, digging your nails into his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt, making him grunt against your mouth. “y-you..can make me cum all day long. fuck…it won't make me-ah!- r-respect you-” his hand left your jaw to grasp the bottom of your top, lifting it to reveal your breasts in your black lace bra. he stuck the end of your shirt in your mouth, letting you reveal yourself to him. you let him do it, looking at him with a dark look in your eyes.

your orgasm rose higher and higher as you felt his large hand grasp your breast under your bra, massaging your bud firmly. “what a nasty little mouth you have.” his thrusts between your legs accelerated making you arch your back against his chest, his cold necklace swayed against the burning skin of your neck. "shall i teach you another lesson?" your moans grew louder when geto spat on your breast bud and blew on it. you nodded at him and pulled on his shirt, wanting to bring him closer to you. he smiled. you were so much more docile when you were close to cuming. geto caught your lip between his teeth before sucking on it. his hand slid down your back to grasp your ass firmly. you moved your hips against his fingers, moaning loudly against his lips while meeting each of his thrusts, you were feeling it, your orgasm was building, and you couldn't take your eyes off his but it’s when you were about to cum when geto decided to take his fingers out of your pussy.

he took a step backwards, leaving you panting against the window. you only realized a few seconds later that he'd just stopped you from cuming on purpose, he stood proudly in front of you with his hands in his pockets, smiling even wider as he saw your eyes darken and your cheeks turn red with anger. “that’s why i fucking hate you.” you stood up and slammed your fist into his chest, making him chuckle. “you’re just a fucking asshole.” you hit him again. “a fucking piece of shit.” he whistled, impressed to hear your little mouth let out so many nasty words at once. you felt so humiliated and the fact that he was openly laughing at you made you even madder. “get the fuck out of here or im calling satoru.” and this time he laughed, a real laugh, your teeth clenched together so hard you were on the verge of breaking your jaw. you couldn’t take it anymore, you turned your back to him to get your things and leave.

he grabbed a chair and sat down. “and what are you going to tell him? mh? that you had my fingers in your cute little cunt 2min before i bothered you?” you froze. he tilted his head to the side, watching your body tremble slightly. “we could also show him how much you loved it, i still have my fingers wet.” you immediately turned to him and slapped his face with all your might. you breathed heavily while geto were silent, his head tilted to one side because of your slap.

then reality hit you. you'd just slapped geto.

he sighed softly, moving the few strands of hair that had escaped from his bun over his face. he removed his jacket revealing his muscular arms and you tried to hide your gasp as you met his gaze. his eyes were sharp and darker than ever, the way he looked at you let you know he was going to make you cry in no time. it wasn't the first time you'd angered geto like that, but you'd never been alone in a room with him when he was like that. you could feel the fear rising, but the anger you felt was much more intense to let yourself be fooled by emotions of weakness. "i already told you geto. you don't scare me." his dark gaze slid slowly over your lovely bare thighs.

“mhm.” he tilted his head to the side, licking his lips as he saw your juices running down your leg. “so why are you shaking like that y/n.” you gasped as he stood up from his chair to grab your hair and pull you closer to his face. you grabbed his shirt between your trembling hands. “why do you have to be such a mean lil girl mh?” your lips brushed against each other and his eyes never left yours. “satoru is too nice to you, he doesn't put you in your place enough.” you mewled as he ripped off your panties with his other hand. “i have to fix that.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your ass to lift you up. his mouth caught yours greedily and your tongues began to fight. you pulled yourself away from his lips to tell him how much you hated him. one of his hands grabbed your throat and he walked over to the teacher's desk before positioning you on it, your legs firmly around his waist. he withdrew from your mouth and allowed himself to spit into it. “look at you.” he spat again. “you wanna fuck mh?” he laid you on the desk and lifted your skirt, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. “you dare to slap me and then you want to fuck me mh?” he spat on your clit making you arch your back against the desk, your eyes filled with a mixture of rage and excitement. “such a nasty lil girl.”

his hand went into his pants to pull out his cock and your legs tightened around his waist wanting him inside you as fast as possible. “fuck you.” you tilted your head to the side and arched your back to remove your top and bra, leaving only your skirt on. “you're the most annoying guy i've ever met in my life.” he pressed his hand against your lower belly and you mewled as you felt his cock slap and slide against your pussy lips, slamming it against your clit. he approached you and put his forearms on either side of your head. you grabbed his lip between your teeth and pulled it before letting him suck on your tongue. “you're a fucking asshole.” he thrust his cock against your pussy without getting inside making you both groan. “i have to fuck you to get you out of my head.” he smiled devilishly against your lips and finally thrust his cock inside your cunt causing you to throw your head back and let out a loud scream.

his stomach rubbed yours with each of his powerful thrusts, stimulating your clit against his pubis at the same time. you put your arms behind his back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it to let him know you wanted him to take it off. you mewled as you felt him accelerate his thrusts. “you can't keep still huh? needy lil girl always wants something.” you squealed in frustration and pulled even harder on his shirt, finally making him stand up, take it off and throw it behind him before falling back on top of you, leaving you free to scratch the skin on his back. he moaned against your mouth as he felt your sharp nails dig into his skin. “look at you. fuck.” his hand slipped between your legs to grab one of your thighs and press it against the desk, making you spread your legs wider. you groaned, arching your back as he put his knee on the desk to fuck you even deeper.

your hands went up to his hair, you loosened his bun, letting his long locks fall over his shoulders and against your neck. you tugged at themz firmly, causing him to throw his head back with a grunt. your pussy tightened around his cock as your eyes fell on his adam's apple. “i-it’s not because-” your fingernails dug even deeper into his skin as his balls slammed harder against your ass. “-your dick is good…ah-that i give a fuck about..- you-” he chuckled and looked down at you as he kept pounding your pussy.

“my dick is good huh?” he grabbed your throat and squeezed hard, making you squeal from lack of air. “you’re so honest. what's satoru gonna think of you mh?” you pulled even harder on his hair, which made him growl again. “what will he think of his little princess who likes to be fucked by his best friend's cock?” this time you tried to slap him, but he grabbed your hand and slammed it over your head against the desk. he smiled at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. “you like slapping me a little bit too much.” he caught your hand in his hair and pressed it against the desk as well. you were now a moaning mess underneath him, the way geto hit his cock directly against your g-spot so easily drove you crazy. you arched your back so hard that your breasts were pressed against his chest, geto didn't miss a moment of the show you were offering him, your delicious mouth that let out little mewls and the glasses that slipped off your nose with each of his thrusts only made his cock even harder. “im so sad for satoru” he stopped himself to pull out his cock and thrust back inside brutally, making you scream so fucking loud. “he can't even see how pretty you look right now.” you squealed when geto suddenly straightened up and pulled you against him, your hands slid over his ass loving the feel of his deep thrusts and you stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the way geto was fucking you. you finally looked up at him and your heart skipped a beat when you caught him already looking at you. his mouth was half-open, letting out silent moans as his piercing gaze studied your tear-filled eyes. he brought his face close until his nose touched yours. “say it.” you let out a sob against his mouth as you felt him grab your wrists with one hand and pin them behind your back with an iron grip. the skin of his muscular stomach was so warm against yours. the tip of your tongue caressed his lip as you looked into his eyes. “say my name.” he lowered his face into your neck and you threw your head back as you felt his soft tongue caress your skin from your collarbones to your left ear, which he licked and sucked gently, making your whole body tremble with pleasure. “c’mon. say my name the way you so beautifully said it last time.”

his voice was so charming, it vibrated in your ears like a melody and turned you on even more, you could feel your wetness flowing around his cock and on the desk below you. you hated geto, but the way he begged you while placing small little kisses on your ear, made your heart race. and you hated him even more for making you feel that way. you tried to free your wrists from his grip but he held you in place as if his life depended on it. you mewled louder and your tears of pleasure redoubled as he continued to thrust harder and harder inside you. the sound of his balls slamming into your ass echoed throughout the classroom. you could feel your juices starting to spurt around his cock, a sign that you were about to cum. he grabbed your jaw with his other hand, making you look at him in the eye again, his forehead against yours. your mouth opened wide, letting out louds "ah-aha-haah-ah" as your legs trembled around his waist. geto looked at you intensely, his eyebrows frowned and he moaned louder, feeling that he was close to cumming too. your walls tightened deliciously around him when you lowered your gaze to where you were both connected, you couldn't help but find satisfaction in the way his fat cock kept pounding inside you. you looked up at him again and felt like you were going to cum when you saw his face, geto looked so helpless at that moment his cheeks were all pink and a few strands of his now damp hair fell over the pretty features of his face. “s-suguru..” a sparkle flashed in his eyes. his grip on your wrists loosened and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. you gently kissed his lips and gazed into his eyes. “m-make me cum.. s-suguru-”

and that's when geto snapped, his eyes immediately darkened when he saw you so sweet and pretty for him. he slammed you back against the desk and brought your legs over his shoulders, this new position made you scream and he pushed inside you much deeper, hitting your g-spot every time. he inserted his thumb in your mouth and watched you being a moaning mess under him. “say you love me y/n.” you could feel the orgasm rising at his words.

your back arched violently as you felt yourself cumming hard against geto. you thrust your hips against his, your glasses slipped off your nose and an arrogant smile spread across geto's lips as he watched you go stupid over his cock. “ah-ah..ah-i-i love… you suguru-” your half-open lips and feverish gaze planted in his were enough to make him cum inside you while moaning against your lips.

his thrusts slowed and he put his forearms on either side of your head, smiling as he watched you try to catch your breath, your makeup was running down your pretty face and your glasses had slid against your lips. he gently grabbed the back of your head and blew on your ear, making you flinch. cute.

“i told you i was gonna teach you how to love me.”

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g4yforethan · 30 days

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APOCALYPSE

pairing: leon kennedy x male!reader

summary: leon saves reader who repays him in the best way

warnings: cursing, smut, riding, praise k!nk

a/n: can u tell i'm obsessed with him? i’m almost done wit re4 and i don’t want it to be overr ;(

it was cold and dark in the small room those deranged villagers kept you hostage in. you were hungry and tired and just wished you would make it out alive of whatever they wanted to do to you. a bang on the door interrupts your thoughts as a man enters the room. you scream and try to hit him with the lamp on the ground. he grabs your arm and you both make eye contact. “y/n graham. i’m leon kennedy. i’m here to save you on behalf of the president.” you don’t know what to do so you run out the room towards an open window. leon catches up to you and grabs a hold of you again.

“hey listen to me! i know you’re scared but you need to trust me and right now we have to go!” as he says this, the villagers start to attack the both of you. “JUMP!” he says as he pushes you out of the window. the two of you run through the village while leon shoots any villager trying to get ahold of you. you make it to a safe room to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. “thank you leon! god why are all those sick fucks after us?!” he laughes and lays down to rest. “i’m just as confused as you are. best guess is this has to do with what happened 6 years ago.” you listen to him talk and lay down next to him.

“well thank you again for saving me. it’s been a while since i’ve had an interaction with a normal human being.” he laughed and groaned as he massaged his shoulder. “shit my shoulder.” you took this as a sign. “um here i can help. just try and relax.” he agreed as you started massaging his shoulder with your soft hands. “fuck your hands feel so good.” he moaned. he was slowly turning you on. you continued doing so until you noticed leon start to put his hand on his crotch. you both made eye contact as he begged for you to touch his cock.

you unzipped his pants and began massaging his thick and hard cock. he moaned as you started to pick up the pace slowly put his dick in your mouth. "mh your mouth feels so fuckin good." he said as his hands ran through your hair. "ugh fuck im gonna cum. sto-stop-" he said as you listened to his command. "take off your clothes baby boy." leon demanded as you quickly unzipped your pants and got on top of him. his dick slowly went inside your hole as he gripped your waist. "that's it. good boy. ride daddy's dick." he said as you continued riding his dick and leon gripping your ass and rubbing it. as you rode him, you started to pick up the pace while also leaving hickies on his neck. "oh god you're such a fucking slut. fuck im gonna cum." he said as you bounced on his cock. "cum in me leon."

leon moans as he fills your hole with his warm and thick cum. he kisses your chest and rubs your back as you continue to lay on top him him, the both of you still naked. "fuck i really needed that y/n. let's say nothing about this to anyone huh?" you smile and look at him. "of course leon. your secret is safe with me." you kiss his lips as he runs his hands through your hair.

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teasteeper · 3 months

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rooting for my baby (x.dj)

masterlist ⊹ now playing

pairing: street fighter!dejun x f!reader

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: blood and injury, drug mentions, slapping, pinv

words: 1.8k

"I hate it when you show up here."

It's quiet in the empty lot, the crowd dispersed and the fighters headed home to take care of their wounds. Except for your fighter, who's looming over you as your back is pressed against the cold metal of his car. It's a hot summer night, Dejun's jet black hair damp with sweat and falling over his pale forehead as he cranes his neck down to you. The neon lights of the city flash over his face, but behind the greens and pinks and yellows there's no mistaking the red. Dark, thick blood drying under his nose and streaked over his hollow cheeks.

He's so pretty. Pale and broken, covered in blood and coming down from the drugs he took before. Your fighter.

"Why can't you just stay away? From here. From me."

Despite his words his half-lidded gaze is soft on you, his bandaged knuckles grazing over your cheek. A drop of blood seeps through the cotton, and he swipes through it with his thumb, the colour blending into your flushed skin.

"I wanna cheer you on... M'always rooting for you." Your voice is quiet but doesn't shake. You're not afraid of telling Dejun exactly what you're feeling, knowing it doesn't matter to him. He always pushes back.

"You shouldn't. Too pretty to be here." It comes out like an afterthought, like he says it more to himself than to you.

He’s quiet on the ride home, but you know he won’t take you home, watching the familiar route to his apartment flash by your window. You both know how this goes- what he needs you for. And he lights a cigarette dangling from his mouth as his other hand grips the wheel. He’s trying to ignore it. How he treats you and how he hates himself for it.

Dejun’s always on top, forcing you into his mattress with hard thrusts. It’s like he’s hungry, broad shoulders hunched over you, deep broken grunts in your ear. The lights are off, but he’s all around you, his silver chain knocking dully against your chin, the ridges of his abdomen brushing against your stomach.

He’s doing what he does best, tensing his muscles and moving fast, short breaths hissing through his teeth like he’s fighting. Forcing his energy onto you, tuning out his thoughts with each brutal thrust.

“De- Dejun… Dejun,” you squeak. Your voice makes him falter, his hips stuttering as he pushes back to look at you. His dilated pupils widen slightly, like he just remembered you’re there. But his expression hardens after a beat. Always remembers how he should act, who he should be.

His thrusts get harder, his thick brows furrowed as a muscle twitches in his jaw. “What? Too much?”

“N-No. More.”

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Always ‘more, more’. You just fuckin’ take it.”

“Mh… I take it. I take it.”

He’s always selfish during this part, when your gaze goes all unfocused and dumb, staring up at him with wide eyes. He takes it in like he can’t get enough- Drowns in it. Drinking more than he can swallow and letting it run down his chin. Makes it hate himself how stupid you get, body going limp under him. Your cunt is soaked, warm slick dripping down his length and making a mess on the sheets under you. Just another stain you’ll leave, along with your sweet perfume and desperate whines that’ll keep him thinking of you after you’ve left. Makes him hate you, how you make yourself impossible to ignore. How you ruin him for anyone else.

“Y’like it rough, don’t you baby? That’s why you like watching me fight.”

“Yes. Wanna root f’you. Always rooting for you.”

Dejun starts to ramble, slurring as the drugs settle in his veins. Not thinking. “Probably like it if I hit you. Is that right?”

The pace of his hips slows, holding his breath and waiting for your expression to change. But it doesn’t, that dazed look staring up at him.

“Unh- Uh huh…”

Oh how he hates you. How you don’t think when he’s with you. How you give it up so willingly, and how he’s always waiting with open arms to take it.

And once again he’s reminded of who he is. Someone you expect to hit you. So he does.

It’s a light smack to your cheek, but you’re so dazed it makes your head loll to the side and he panics, grabbing your jaw between his fingers and turning you to face him.

“More,” you mewl. More. Always more.

He lands another smack on the same cheek with more force, your head turning like it did the first time.

“More.”

And again. Warmth spreads through your cheek and makes you dizzy. It’s like he kissed you.

“More.”

He takes your face in his hands instead, startling you from your daze. His hips still, cock sheathed fully into your cunt making you squirm beneath him.

“Haven’t had enough?” Dejun doesn’t recognize his own voice when it comes out rough and breathless. Scared. “Why haven’t you had enough?”

“Need more of you. Want- Want all of it. Please.”

And Dejun falters, because he knows what all of it is. It’s him. No fighting or trying to be a fuckup or trying to make you hate him. He sighs and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. Wishes he could cover your eyes, all unshed tears and wide pupils and softness.

“Fuck- Don’t look at me like that,” Dejun says softly. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, sighing out at the wetness of your tongue.

“Like… like what?” It comes out muffled around his digit, and you can taste blood as you suckle around it.

“Like you love me.”

Your walls pulse around his cock and he groans, grinding his hips harder into yours. Dejun doesn’t see your hand move from your side, his eyebrows shooting up when he feels two of your fingers on his bottom lip. And he’s so far gone, he lets you put them in his mouth, not yet closing his mouth around them as he inspects you. Instead he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing his hand to where your bodies meet, rubbing slow circles over your clit. His hips finally start moving again, fucking you slow.

“Because I d-”

“Don’t,” he warns, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t say it.”

He watches the bulge in your tummy disappear as he pulls nearly all the way out, seeing your slick glisten on his cock before thrusting forwards.

“I love-”

“Stop.”

His pace quickens, sitting back on his knees so you’re fingers fall from his mouth, spitting onto your clit and adding pressure to his circles. The cord in your tummy tightens, thighs weak and shaky around Dejun’s hips. His chest heaves with laboured breaths and you trail down his abdomen, the bruises on his ribs dark purple, a shock against his pale skin. It looks like it hurts, veins bulging in his forearms.

“I love you.”

His face screws up in concentration, “Shut the fuck up.”

You’re both so close, your heavy breaths and Dejun’s grunts hang in the warm air as he rocks you up the mattress, his balls slapping heavily against your ass. You keep speaking to him as you do, like he doesn’t even hear you. But he does. It’s all he can hear. It’s what he’s always known and what he’s always drowned out with fighting and getting high and fucking you like he hates you.

“I love you.” Your throat is tight, tangling the sheets between your fingers as it washes over you, spasming around Dejun’s cock as he folds over you. “I love you. I love you.”

He hits you again. Another kiss. And then a real kiss. Just as you’re about to say it again.

Dejun’s mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your moans as you both come undone. You whine into him, feeling his thick cum fill you until it leaks out. His lips are bruising, wrestling his tongue into your mouth like he’s trying to make you gag. Until you do, coughing and panting into his mouth and pounding on his chest with your fists. When you try to take a breath in it’s just his wet tongue, his teeth clashing against yours.

And then he pulls away, falling beside you on the bed, letting out a sigh as you gasp for air.

This is where you leave. When Dejun pulls your clothes over your limbs and wipes the drool from the side of your mouth with his thumb. But he just lays there like he’s dazed.

A few silent moments pass, the moonlight shining through his window making Dejun’s bruises more blue than purple. He turns until he’s leaning over you, so close that his hair brushes your forehead. He trails slender fingers down your arm, over your hip and between your thighs until he’s pushing two of them into your sensitive cunt, still full of cum that spills out around his fingers.

He goes to work on your chest, closing his lips around your skin and sucking pink bruises onto your soft flesh. He mumbles against you, “Say it again.”

“Dejun…”

“Say it again, baby. Say it.”

And because he asked, you don’t.

“Baby.” A desperate groan as his teeth sink into the column of your throat.

“I… You- You love me.”

Dejun groans against your jaw, bicep bulging as he curls his fingers into you. “Don’t be a brat.”

“You love me, Dejun.”

His body gets limp above you, fingers pumping lazily as he looks up to you. He looks defeated, so broken by the tint of red on your cheek, his blood, your swollen lips and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, baby. I do.”

“Say it,” you whimper as you buck your hips up. You’re gushing slick, sticky cum pooling in the palm of his hand like the rest of you. In the palm of his hand.

“Love you… Fuck- Fucking love you.”

You can feel the weight of his cock on your thigh, hard and red and desperate. So you push him. Until he’s on his back, staring up at you in a dark daze. He’s coming down, exhaustion settling in his limbs as the effects of the drugs fade. All that’s left is you on top of him, straddling his lap as you sink your warmth onto his cock. Dejun’s always on top, but everything is changing so fast that he can’t keep up. Your fighter. Holding onto your hips to stay afloat and letting the words fall from his lips.

“I love you. Unh- My pretty baby. L-Love you. So much.”

He’s so fucked out, but he’s real, laying under you with all his bruises and wounds. Jaw going slack and soft gaze staring up at you all dumb and pretty as you ride him. Giving you everything. Letting you take, and take, and take.

#౨ৎ street fighter diaries #street fighter!xj #xiaojun #xiao dejun #wayv #nct #xiaojun smut #xiaojun x reader #xiaojun x you #dejun x reader #dejun x you #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #mine

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strawb3rrystar · 8 months

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Upsidedown kiss with Spider gang!

A kiss for you.

Pairing: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhnakar x GN! Reader

Warnings: Kissing / Making out, Suggetive on Miguel's and Hobie's part

Word count: 550

Miles Morales

"AH!" You drop your phone, jumping back a little "Miles, why are you hanging from the ceiling?"

"I- uh... wanted to surprise you?" He scratches the back of his neck.

"Well, you definitely did just that." You set your bag down on your desk. "But, I can tell that's not the full truth."

"I want do to something with you, but then I got stuck..." He admits, mumbling the last part.

"What was that?" You ask, giving him a questioning glance.

"I wanted to give you an upside-down kiss, but then I got stuck." He sighs. You attempt to stifle your laughter but fail miserably.

"Don't laugh!" Miles pouts.

"I'm sorry, but it's kinda funny, no?" You smile.

"No, It's not." He crosses his arms.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." You peck his lips "Want me to help you down now?"

"Yes, please..." Miles' tone is full of embarrassment and defeat.

Gwen Stacy

"Thanks, Gwen." You place your hand on your rapidly beating chest.

"Please, don't thank me. It's my job to save my partner from falling to their death." She replies, walking up the wall of the closest building.

"Where are you going?" You ask, looking up at her.

"On patrol. I still need to find that villain that nearly killed you." Gwen answers.

"Right..." You mumble "Before you go... can we upside-down kiss?"

"Excuse me?" You make her stop in her tracks, turning around. "Who told you about that?

"Peter did. He said that it's a staple in the Spider-Man relationship." You explain.

Gwen sighs "And you want to do it?" You nod your head. She pulls off her mask, swinging upside-down "Alright, only for you."

As your faces meet, you press your lips onto hers. The kiss lasted for a few minutes before you pulled away.

"Thank you, Moonlight." You kiss her nose "You're the best.

Miguel O'Hara

"No."

"Please, Miguel." You beg, clasping your hands together.

"No, I'm not doing a stupid upside-down kiss with you." He refutes, turning his back to you.

"Don't you love me?" You pout.

"Of course I do, but you don't need a fancy kiss to show that," Miguel replies.

"But-" Miguel's hand grabbing your jaw cut you off.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours." He mumbles.

"Mh- Yes, sir~" You flirt, smirking at him. Miguel grumbles, tugging your face closer to his.

"Fine, I'll have to shut you up myself."

Hobie Brown

Hobie squeezes your hips as you pull your lips away from his.

"Hey, Hobie?" You play with the hem of his shirt.

"Hm? What's wrong?" He questions.

"Can we upside-down kiss?" You ask.

Hobie chuckles, dipping you down so your head touches the mattress. His arms wrapped around you making your back arch.

"Why would we need to do that?"

"Well, I just think-" He cuts you off with a kiss.

"Shhh. Just let me take care of you, love."

Pavitr Prabhnakar

"Please, (Name)?" Pavitr hugs you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"If I agree, will you let me finish cleaning?" You ask.

"Mhm." He hums, kissing your cheek.

"Alright, just give me a second." You set down the dish you were cleaning.

Pavitr wears a smile on his face as he hangs upside-down. "Love you~"

You take him by surprise when you press your lips onto his. Capturing the moment with a short but passionate kiss.

"Love you too, Pavitr."

Star's notes -> Not my best work, but whatever

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!)

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mouschiwrites · 2 months

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I haven’t written for Creepypasta/MH for a while, so…. Here :] (i am so sorry for starving you my sweet creeps/creep enjoyers)

Creepypasta/MH - How You Met

Characters: Nina the Killer, Jeff the Killer, “Ticci” Toby

Nina the Killer

You guys met at the mall

I’ll give you one guess which store you were in

….did you guess Claire’s? Because it was Claire’s

(For those who don’t know, Claire’s is a super cutesy accessory store with earrings, headbands, unicorn headphones, stuff like that…. They also do piercings)

She was getting a new piercing, you were just browsing

You were closely examining two pairs of earrings, trying to decide which ones to get

A few feet away Nina was doing the same, tapping her masked cheek as she tried to pick out which studs to get for the new piercing

You kinda looked at each other from the corners of your eyes, noticing that you were in a similar predicament

Nina looked you up and down, and decided on a whim that she wanted your advice

“Hey, which studs do you think I should get? I’m getting a new piercing.”

You leaned over, checking out the selection alongside her

While you looked, she tucked her hair behind her ear to let you see the ones she already had

You hummed, looking between her ears and the studs on display

Then you pointed to the ones you thought would look best, and though you couldn’t see her mouth under her mask, you knew she was smiling hugely

“Thank you so much!! Now let me help you pick your earrings!”

You smiled, surprised that she took notice of your earlier plight

You guys seemed to connect over your sense of fashion/what looks nice (even if you didn’t necessarily have the same aesthetic)

She actually asked if you wanted to stick around for the actual piercing after, which you agreed to

It looked fantastic ofc, and she gave you full credit :)

After that you guys hung around the mall together, exchanging numbers before parting

She was enamored by your style, your demeanor, your attitude—she was determined to see you again

Jeff the Killer

You guys also met at a store

But it was a thrift store

You were hunting “the heat” that everyone always buzzes about

He was hunting some nice deals on clothes 💰

You didn’t notice the pale, masked man browsing the racks, but he certainly noticed you

He watched the way you moved; the way your face shifted when you found something you liked or disliked

He wasn’t particularly interested, but he was watching you anyway

Just a habit of a serial killer ig

You were slowly growing closer, the racks separating you two dwindling in number until you were on the same aisle, walking in opposite directions

You pulled out a shirt, and suddenly your face exploded into a huge grin and a snort escaped you

Jeff jumped, not having expected…. that

You were doing your best not to double over in laughter, repeatedly looking over the shirt in your hands

You decided that you just had to share this with someone, so you waved over the nearest person

Which was Jeff, of course

He warily approached, curious but cautious

His eyes were narrowed until you flipped around the shirt, letting him read it

“Shakin’ tits and takin’ shits….”

He blinked once, processing the outrageous atrocity of fashion

Then he started chuckling too

You shared a fit of laughter that never seemed to end as you both kept renewing your giggles by looking at the shirt or each other

It was just so stupid, and you both kept saying so between laughs

He extended his hand, steadying himself to say:

“Please let me buy that.”

“What, you think I’m gonna wear it? …Hmm, on second thought…”

Cue the teasing banter (oh man. He’s hooked now)

In the end you walked away with the shirt, but Jeff came away with something better

A new interesting acquaintance, and a motive to “get you back”

What does that mean? Lord knows… but don’t be surprised when he suddenly shows up again, ready for some more of that playful banter

“Ticci” Toby

You guys actually knew each other before Toby became what he is

So let’s rewind back to high school:

Toby was a weirdo, this we know

But so were you (even if you tried to hide it)

You were intrigued by the strange boy that seemed to be lurking in the back row of your every class

One day you decided to sit next to him; you realized that he actually seemed kinda… normal?

Like, you weren’t alarmed by him or anything

You weren’t sure what you had been expecting, but it wasn’t the quiet (if not fidgety) kid you found yourself next to

You were prone to draw when bored in class, and though you didn’t notice at first, he seemed to like watching you draw

It became more obvious as time passed, until one day he finally spoke to you

In a hushed whisper, careful not to be caught by the teacher, he said:

“Can you draw the teacher? But, like, super ugly.”

You smirked mischievously, giving a little nod as you doodled the crude character

You heard him snort, and for the first time you saw a genuine smile on those chapped, chewed-up lips

From then on you frequently amused him with your drawings, and he amused you with his requests

You started meeting up more often, and you sorta became friends

You weren’t particularly close or anything, but you’d give each other knowing grins when you passed each other in the hallways

He liked your mischievous side, as well as the fact that you didn’t pity him

You were just a chill person who he vibed really well with :)

When he went off the rails, you guys kind of lost contact

You were someone he could come to when he was in a goofy mood, but as that became more of a rarity, so too did your relationship wither

But he never forgot you; in his mind, you were like a flower frosted over, someone he could come back to someday and be accepted once more

Though he didn’t think of you too often, especially as the years passed

Like I said, you weren’t close

But still, you made a lasting impression on him, and he always knew he’d be glad to see you again someday

Not too many characters with this one; I noticed it was getting kinda long ^^” But thanks for reading!! Take care sweet things <33

(divider by saradika)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta headcanons

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roycevelvet · 1 month

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Tangled hearts

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: I have nothing interesting to say, I was listening to 'Heather' lol + i was thinking about Sons Of Anarchy Jax while writing this, pls keep that in mind x

You were walking next to Noah to your local pub, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you like a whirlpool. You'd been best friends with Noah for as long as you can remember, sharing laughs, tears, heartbreak, happiness and everything in between. But there was this secret, this feeling you kept hidden deep down—a kind of love that felt too risky to admit, scared it might ruin your friendship.

As you arrived at your local pub, the familiar sights and sounds washed over you as you settled in your usual spot. Noah plopped down beside you, his smile lighting up the room. It was a routine, almost, Noah snagging the seat next to you without fail. If he didn't, well, he'd sulk like a kid missing their favorite toy.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Noah asked, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in closer.

"I was thinking we could start with a game of pool," you suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone light and playful. "But you know I'm going to beat you at pool, right?"

You laughed. “We'll see about that," you teased, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. "Besides, if you beat me, I might have to find a handsome stranger to console me."

There was a pause, a flicker in Noah's eyes that caught your attention. His smile wavered, his gaze shifting.

"Really?" Noah's asked, arching his brow.

You shrugged. "Who knows?" you said with a playful wink. "I might just sweep some unsuspecting guy off his feet with my killer pool skills."

Noah's expression darkened. “Mh, okay.” he muttered.

You furrowed your brow, caught off guard by the sudden change in Noah's demeanor. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern coloring your tone.

Noah forced a smile, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insisted, his tone not quite convincing.

Lost in your thoughts, you attempted to immerse yourself in conversation with your other friends, hoping to distract yourself. But then, like a sudden gust of wind disrupting the peace, the door swung open almost with a theatrical flair, like those damn Hollywood movies, and just the most beautiful girl stepped inside.

Your heart skipped a beat as she made her way across the room, her presence along drawing the attention of everyone around her. Your gaze followed her, unable to tear away as she approached Noah, her smile as bright as the stars.

And then, like a dagger to your heart, Noah turned towards you and the rest of your group, his eyes lit up with genuine joy. "I want you to meet someone special," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"This is Heather," he introduced, his gaze never leaving your face. "My girlfriend."

The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating you with their weight. You forced a smile, your heart breaking with each syllable that escaped Noah's lips. Who the fuck is she and where did she came from? Since when has Noah a girlfriend?

"It's lovely to meet you, Heather," you said with the sweetest smile.

Heather smiled warmly. "Likewise! Noah's told me so much about you," she said, her voice a gentle melody in the chaos of your thoughts.

As Noah and Heather chatted with the others, you felt yourself drifting further away.

Nicholas squeezed your hand, his silent support a lifeline. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” you whispered back as casually as you could sound.

You watched as Noah and Heather sat down hand in hand, unable to suppress the ache in your heart.

—

Feeling overwhelmed, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, Juno, your best friend, offering to come with you. As soon as the door closed behind you, the tears just came streaming down, and you collapsed against the wall, also like a fucking Hollywood movie.

Juno wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight as you sobbed. Juno knew about your feelings towards Noah.

"I don't know what to do, Juno," you whispered between sobs. "Noah, he... he's always so flirty with me, always acting strange when I mention other guys, always so touchy and needy and then he pulls this stunt? Since when is he dating a girl named Heather?”

Juno's grip tightened around you, her own confusion evident in her silence for a moment. "I wish I had the answers for you, Y/N," she finally said. "But I don’t, I’m sorry, men are trash."

Her unexpected comment caught you off guard, and despite feeling heavy, a little laugh came out. It was a moment of relief in the middle of all the chaos.

You nodded, tears still running down your face. Despite feeling sad and insecure because Heather was the most stunning girl you’ve had ever seen, you knew you had to act tough.

Standing up straight, you wiped away your tears. "No man is going to make me cry today," you declared. "I'm not going to let Noah ruin my night. I'm here to have fun, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

—

As the night rolled on and the drinks kept coming, you did your best to ignore Noah and Heather. But for some reason, Heather seemed dead set on getting to know you, constantly interrupting your conversations with her silly questions. You just wished she'd leave you alone with her pretty eyes, perfect nose, and flawless skin.

Despite your efforts to be friendly, you kept your interactions with her short. Not really in the mood to mingle with her, even though nothing was her fault actually. It’s not like she had any say in how God chose her to be his favourite. You asked Noah to play a game of pool, but suddenly he wasn't interested anymore, only eyes for Heather. So, you did what you knew best: flee the situation and find that handsome stranger to console you.

If Noah could bring along his girlfriend, you figured you could find some fun for the night too, right?

Juno was by your side, the ultimate wing woman. It being a Friday night, the pub was crowded with people. It didn't take long for Juno and you to approach a couple of guys for a game of pool. You played the part of a clueless girl, pretending you didn't know how to play, so the tall, blonde haired stranger would offer his help, just like in the movies, again.

As you engaged in the game, bantering back and forth, the tension between you and the stranger grew stronger. With a playful smirk, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours. "You know, for someone who claims not to know how to play, you're doing pretty well," he smiled.

You chuckled softly, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Beginner's luck, I suppose," you replied. "But who knows, maybe you could teach me a thing or two?"

A spark of interest igniting in his eyes. "I'd be happy to give you a few pointers," he said flirty. "But only if you promise to give me a chance to win you over with more than just pool skills."

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, in that case, consider me intrigued," you said, a smile playing at your lips. "Lead the way, pool master."

“I am Jax by the way” he said as he flashed a smile. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

—

Noah watched as you interacted with that douche, sharing laughs and exchanging glances, and couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. His discontent grew more apparent by the minute.

Finally, unable to contain his annoyance any longer, Noah started bitching to Nicholas. "Can you believe Y/N right now?" he asked sharply. "She's completely ignoring me for that guy. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm here. I mean us, I thought it was a friends night out.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, looking at Noah with a hint of amusement. "Maybe she's just having fun," he suggested.

But Noah shook his head, his frustration evident. "It's not just that," he continued, growing more agitated. "That guy she's with, he's not good enough for her. And he clearly doesn't have a clue what she wants.”

“And you know what Y/N wants? Are you’re the Y/N expert?” he laughs.

Without hesitation, Noah replied firmly, "Yes, of course I do. And it's not that guy." His tone left no room for doubt.

Nicholas listened carefully as Noah complained further. "Are you jealous?" Nicholas asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Noah's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Why would I be jealous?" he replied defensively. "I've got Heather, remember?"

But Nicholas could tell that Noah wasn't being completely honest. It was clear that Noah's true feelings for you were far more complicated than he was willing to admit.

—

As you chatted with Jax during the game, seeing Noah and Heather being all lovey-dovey in the corner made you feel a bit jealous, well this was maybe an understatement. They looked so cozy together, like they belonged with each other. It made you want to puke, want to pull your hair out but it also made you wish you were Heather as well. You just wanted to smash her pretty, little face into a wall. So, yeah, you were only a bit jealous.

"So, how did you end up here tonight?" Jax asked, flashing you a friendly smile as he lined up his shot.

“Nothing special, just hanging out with some friends.” You replied nonchalantly.

Jax chuckled, leaning against the pool table. "Same here. Thought I'd come out and see what the night had in store. And I must say, meeting someone as intriguing as you was definitely unexpected."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere," you teased, taking your turn at the pool table.

As the game continued, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jax. But you couldn't stop thinking about Noah and Heather. Feeling jealous like that was weird for you, and it made you feel like like you weren’t good enough.

But before you knew it, the game had ended, but the tension between you and Jax grew strong. With a shy smile, you found yourself blurting out, "Do you maybe want to go for some fresh air?”

You knew you were acting out of spite and jealousy, but Jax was a cute guy, so no harm, right?

Jax's eyes lit up with excitement, mirroring your own. "I'd love to," he replied eagerly. "Lead the way." mimicking your words from earlier.

You motioned for Juno, to let her know you were okay as you and Jax made your way out of the bustling pub.

—

Meanwhile, Noah's mood was shifting from bad to worse as he watched you leaving with Jax. His face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, fuming silently. Nicholas noticed Noah's frustration and tried to calm him down.

“Are you okay, man?” Nicholas asked.

Noah waved him off, trying to play it cool. "It's nothing, just being protective, you know? Y/N's my best friend, and I just want to make sure she's okay," he said, but his words rang hollow, even to himself.

And to make matters worse, Heather was up his ass as well now. Heather, who had been observing the situation all night, couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. She wasn't a fool. Noah was always talking about you. About how funny you were, how kind you were, even how beautiful you were. That's why Heather wanted to get to know you tonight, to scout the competition.

"Noah, ever since Y/N went to talk with that guy, you've been acting weird," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Noah's facade cracked, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you acting jealous all of a sudden? Y/N’s just my best friend," he snapped.

Heather's eyes widened in shock, hurt flashing across her face. "Excuse me?" her voice rising in anger. “I’m the one acting jealous? You're the one with a girlfriend, yet you're acting like a possessive boyfriend over another girl. Maybe you should figure out what you really want before pointing fingers at me!”

"No, no, it's not like that," Noah tried to backtrack, but his words only seemed to further fuel Heather's anger.

"What do you mean it's not like that? It’s exactly like that!” Heather yelled, her voice sharp with frustration.

Heather stood up in a hurry, grabbing her jacket from the chair. "Call me when you made up your mind about what you want, I don't have time for this." she said firmly before storming out of the pub.

Noah watched her go, his jaw clenched in stubborn silence. He made no move to follow her, his gaze followin her to the door where he spotted you standing outside. The sight of you and the stranger chatting outside only seemed to add fuel to the fire of Noah's already simmering emotions. A mixture of jealousy and frustration swirling within him.

He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed where he was. He didn't chase after Heather, and he didn't approach you either. He just stood there, watching, feeling lost.

To be continued.

#noah sebastian #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #bad omens #angst #light angst #bad omens fan fic #bad omens fic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #fandom

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year

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Good To Me

pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader (brief mentions of bff!Seungkwan and housemate!Mingyu)

genre: fluff, smut, a teeny tiny bit of comedy

warnings: a lot of flirting, sexual tension, soft dom!Wonwoo, use of restraints (his hands duh), dirty talk, praise, oral sex (f rec), edging, unprotected sex (stay safe hoes), creampie, god-tier aftercare, domestic stuff in the end and a teeny tiny bit of jealous wonu

Continuation of Good To Us

word count: 5k

summary: After your mind-blowing night with Wonwoo and Mingyu, you leave your number behind, with the hopes the right man will find it.... and he does. What happens next....well, it exceeds your expectations.

Author’s note: gosh it took SO long to finish this, hope it will live up to the expectations!!

taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @wonw00t @akotaku98 @junsimpsquad @syzijee @flowerwonu

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17

“No. Fucking. Way” your friend looks at you with a baffled expression.

“Well… it happened” you shrug with a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

“Oh my God, I’m actually glad I never appeared in the bar”

“Seriously now, Kwan?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Girl, you got dick and you’re still salty over me?”

“Technically, it was two dicks-”

“That’s double the reason to not be salty!!” Seungkwan protests loudly, successfully attracting the attention of people sitting at nearby tables.

“Is it so hard for you to keep it down?!” you whisper-yell at your friend.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not being used to my best friend getting dicked down by two men at the same time!” Seungkwan retorts and you grumble, sitting back in your chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

A moment of silence passes, until he breaks it.

“So….are you planning on seeing them again?” he takes a sip from the straw of his iced americano,

“I don’t know, it was probably a one-time thing…” you twirl your thumbs together, trying to hide your face from your friend.

“Mh-hm, yeah, a one-time thing…” Seungkwan nods with a sarcastic tone, the little voice in his head practically screaming “Y/N will get dick again!!”. You raise your head and glare at him, but he merely rolls his eyes at you.

“Seungkwan…”

“Can you at least show me a picture of them? They gotta have an Instagram account or something”

“We just talked for a few minutes, we didn’t exchange socials” you huff and open your phone, in a futile attempt to check your socials, until a notification in your Instagram account catches your attention and makes your eyes widen in surprise.

jeon_ww has started following you.

“Um…. Kwan?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I think I can show you a picture of one of the guys” you scratch your cheek and he swiftly snatches the device out of your hand, leaving you speechless.

“What are you-”

“Shhh! I’m researching now, shut up” he stops you with his raised pointer, shamelessly scrolling through your own phone.

“Mmhm, aha…..Yes, you’re definitely gonna see mister….Jeon Wonwoo soon” Seungkwan states as a matter of fact and smirks triumphantly.

“Oh really? And how do you know that?” you reply with a mockery of his previous tone. “Apparently, he found the little piece of paper with YOUR NUMBER on it in his shared apartment” he gives you your phone back in the most dramatic way possible and your eyes scan the direct messages Wonwoo sent you:

jeon_ww: hey there :)

jeon_ww: um, i usually don’t do this with girls i’ve only met once

jeon_ww: but i found the piece of paper with your number on it and kept it, hoping it was meant for me

jeon_ww: sorry if i’m being intrusive, i just didn’t know if it was right to call you right off the bat yk?

Oh my God, why is he so fucking cute and considerate, what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

“Heeey! I’m talking to you!” Seungkwan snaps his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

“Eh? What is it?”

“Oh my God, stop acting like a lovestruck fool in public, you’re embarrassing me” he blocks his sight with his hand.

“I’m not acting like a lovestruck fool!” you whine in protest.

“Yeah, whatever”

“Will you just let me answer in peace? Thank you” you try to ignore him and return to your phone, typing out an answer.

check_yn: hi wonwoo :)

check_yn: um, well…that’s exactly why i left that note yk? so you could call me….

“Damn, pretty straightforward of you, Y/N” Seungkwan mutters and you shush him, your beverages long forgotten.

jeon_ww: i know, i’m sorry about that

jeon_ww: is it too late to make it up to you?

check_yn: hmm depends on what you have in mind

jeon_ww: you. me. dinner. fancy restaurant.

jeon_ww: my treat ofc

“Wow that’s a gentleman right there” Seungkwan admits with a low whistle and you throw him a glare, making him shut up.

check_yn: tempting offer i must say

check_yn: can’t bring myself to refuse

“Just say you wanna jump his bones- okay fine I’ll shut up!”

jeon_ww: is that a yes?

check_yn: it most certainly is

jeon_ww: perfect. how does saturday night at 8 sound?

check_yn: it sounds perfect to me!

jeon_ww: wonderful. i’ll see you then, pretty

You close your phone, looking at Seungkwan with a flushed face, a knowing smile resting on his face.

--a few days ago--

“Gyu? Are you home?” Wonwoo closes the door behind him, looking around the house to check whether his friend is home. “Hm, that’s weird, he’s usually home that time”, he mutters to himself and shrugs right after, taking off his jacket and shoes. It doesn’t take him long to go into his room and change into comfier clothes, his round specs resting on the bridge of his nose.

He passes by the kitchen, searching the fridge for anything interesting to bite on, when he notices a small piece of paper on the table in front of the couch, closing the fridge and making his way to the living room. He picks it up, making himself comfortable on the cushions, as he reads the content of the note, with a partially amused and partially surprised smile.

“It was lovely last night and the food was terrific, exactly what I needed to give me strength. Oh, and the dress is beautiful. You have excellent taste.

-y/n

p.s: here’s my number…just in case ;)”

“Would you look at that” Wonwoo licks the corner of his lips, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. His mind runs back to the night he spent with you and Mingyu, but a small pang of jealousy in his heart reminds him that he had to share you that night.

And despite having a housemate for nearly a year, Wonwoo is actually terrible at sharing.

The familiar sound of the door lock clicking open alerts him and he shoves the piece of paper in the pocket of his sweats, just in time before Mingyu enters the house.

“Oh hey there, thought you’d return later” the younger man greets Wonwoo, the latter trying his best to act normal.

“Oh, well, the shoot ended sooner than I thought so here I am!” Mingyu grins, “I didn’t bring food, though - Want me to whip up something quick?” he takes off his jacket and shoes, carefully setting his equipment down.

“Can’t refuse your cooking, you know that” Wonwoo laughs, “Didn’t really eat at work either, sooo”

“Hyung! I told you to not skip meals!”

“You make it sound like I’m a kid or something, Gyu”

“You behave like one sometimes” the younger man sighs, making his way to the kitchen, preparing the necessary ingredients for a meal.

“Yeah, sure” Wonwoo scoffs and he turns around, carefully sliding the piece of paper out of his pocket, swiftly saving your number in his phone, before Mingyu notices.

“What’s that in your hand, hyung?”

Shit.

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo tries to brush it off, but he fails miserably.

“I’m talking about the paper in your hand!” he points at said piece.

“O-Oh, this! It’s the phone number of a client, I didn’t have time to search them while I was at work, so I just scribbled down their name” he comes up with a quick lie, letting out a small huff when Mingyu nonchalantly replies, going back to cooking,

So fucking close, God, Wonwoo closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. But at least now it’s certain he has your number and Mingyu will never see it.

Now all he needs is to find your socials.

Wonwoo is waiting right outside the restaurant, digging his hands in his pockets to keep them warm - and somehow stop himself from fidgeting. He has checked the time on his watch at least twice within five minutes, wondering if you’ll actually show up and not ditch- No, there’s no way you’d do that, he thinks, trying to shake off any bad thoughts.

It’s been a long time since he last went out on a proper date (that night doesn’t count obviously)

“Well, well...Who would have thought I'd actually see you again”, you chuckle when you meet Wonwoo's eyes. “Oh? I thought you left that little note for me?”, he raises his eyebrow playfully.

“I left it as a 'thank you' to the both of you. What would happen with my number was completely out of my hand” you feign innocence and a deep chuckle erupts from his chest.

“Good thing I found it first then” he admits, “After you, my lady” he opens the door of the restaurant for you and you enter the restaurant, Wonwoo following suit.

“Good evening, sir, madam” the receptionist greets the both of you politely.

“Hello, we have a reservation under the name Jeon Wonwoo. Table for two” he says.

“I see it right...here. Follow me this way, please” the receptionist checks the book and you follow her to the neatly set table. “Enjoy your night” she says before leaving.

“This looks beautiful” you say, stunned as you unbutton your coat and Wonwoo's eyes fixate on your dress - the dress he bought you after that night.

“I knew you'd love this place. And I knew you'd look beautiful in this” he chuckles as soon as he takes a better look at you, “Here, lemme take this off for you” he comes behind you and slides the coat off your shoulders, pulling the chair behind you to sit down - such a gentleman.

“I wonder if it's the only thing you'll take off me tonight” you tease him with a sultry smile. He sits down, pulling his chair closer towards you, resting his elbows, the sleeves of his turtleneck rolled up, his forearms exposed.

“That depends, my dear Y/N”

“On what, sir Jeon?” you retort, purring the title and a chill runs down Wonwoo's spine, but he's too prideful to show he's affected by your words. Instead, he licks the corner of his lip, not breaking eye contact with you.

“On how much I'll make you laugh, sweetheart”

And he does.

You swear you haven’t stopped laughing ever since you sat on the table, sharing story after story about the perks and perils of having a housemate like Mingyu (“If he wasn’t such a good cook, I would have kicked him out within the first three months”), or a friend like Seungkwan (“He reposted a story of mine once and wrote ‘Why am I still your friend’ with a rolling eyes emoji! My mom literally called me the next day and asked me if I fought with him, literally!”).

The hours pass in a blur - you don’t know when you left the restaurant, took a cab to your place (it was a quick decision - Wonwoo didn’t want to risk bumping into Mingyu this time) and entered your apartment.

The ride back home didn’t last long, but to the two of you, it felt excruciatingly slow. You were exchanging needy glances with Wonwoo, struggling to keep your hands to yourselves, resorting to just holding hands in the cab, trying to suppress your giggles and sneaky grins.

As soon as Wonwoo paid for the cab (yes, he insisted on doing so) and you closed the door behind you, his hands and lips were immediately on yours, almost pinning you to the heavy wooden door, letting out all the tension and need that had built up throughout the night.

Both of you haphazardly take off your shoes and coats, barely hanging them properly.

“Bedroom?”

“Yes please?” you breathe out and he picks you up, carrying you all the way to the bedroom, mentally applauding yourself for cleaning up in the morning.

Entering the room, you tap Wonwoo’s shoulders and he gets the message, gently putting you down on your feet, his gaze intense on you, the pads of his fingers tracing your shoulder blades and the straps of your dress.

“Should I take this off from you, sweetheart?”, he tugs at the straps, patiently waiting for your answer. “Thought you’d never ask”, you grin and Wonwoo grins back, effortlessly spinning you around, his hands carefully pulling down the zipper and exposing your naked back. You sigh in content once you feel his lips pepper kisses along your shoulders and your spine, biting down on your bottom lip to not let any sound slip away.

“You don’t have to be shy with me, y’know”, he whispers in your ear, hands tracing mindless shapes on your navel, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. “You’re making it hard, y’know”, you turn around to face him, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as you realize you’re nearly naked, all while Wonwoo was fully dressed. “Really? Wanna tell me why?”, he runs his fingers from your waist, all the way up to your neck, fighting the urge to touch your chest without your permission.

"First of all, you're fully dressed and I'm nearly naked", you state and put your hands on his covered chest, "I think we should change that". "I couldn't agree more, sweetheart, this turtleneck has never felt more suffocating before", he huffs and you're impatiently unbuckling his belt, your fingers tugging at the soft material, his own hands helping to take it off completely.

"I know this isn't the first time I see your chest, but fuck, you're so sexy", you half moan and start pushing Wonwoo towards the bed, making him fall on the mattress softly, wasting zero time to climb in his lap and let your hands wander over his toned pecs. "Why, thank you, sweethe- oh fuck", he groans mid-sentence as he feels your tongue flatten out on his neck, licking his skin from his collarbones up to his jawline, your lips occasionally sucking on the soft flesh.

“God, aren’t you a hungry one” he hisses when you graze your teeth over his jugular, your fingers dancing over his nipples, hoping you’d take control this time, “You’re wandering on dangerous territory, baby” he lowers his tone in an attempt to put you in your place.

“You’re right in my hands and you think I won’t grasp the chance to explore your body? Don’t be ridiculous” you chuckle but it is short-lived, as Wonwoo grips your wrists and turns you both around, your back touching the mattress within milliseconds.

“You had your fun, baby” he traps your hands above your head, “Now it’s my turn”, he leans down and starts kissing down your neck, one hand holding your wrists in place, the other trailing from your tummy to cup your breast.

“So fucking pretty” he breathes on your skin, his tongue darting out to lick your nipple, his lips wrapping around your bud to suck it.

“Oh shit…”, you whine, arching your back off the bed, “Fuck, this feels so good” your eyes flutter dangerously, as Wonwoo rolls your other nipple between his fingers, just enough to inflict a barely painful, but quite pleasurable sting.

“Baby, I’m barely doing anything and you’re already so needy?” he chuckles on your skin.

“N-Not my fault your mouth feels so good” you half moan, “Can’t even think about how good you’d be at oral” and Wonwoo stops all movements at once.

“Is that so, darling?” he looks you right in the eye, letting your wrists go, “And here I thought you had a vivid imagination”, he tuts in disapproval.

“I was thinking about letting you show me?” you playfully ask and a cheshire cat smirk plays on his lips, wordlessly threading his fingers on your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time, since you’re being so nice tonight” Wonwoo smooths his palms over the back of your thighs, pushing them apart to reveal your quite soaked core, a barely audible groan rumbling through his chest.

“I will fucking devour you” he dives his head between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he slides his tongue between your folds, all the way from your entrance to your clit, paying extra attention to it by teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it playfully with his lips afterwards.

“Pull my hair if you want to, love”

“Are you trying to tell me you won’t go easy on me?”

“I think I was clear enough when I said I’ll fucking devour you” Wonwoo chuckles, resuming his ritual on your pussy, a bit more eager than before, judging from the way you’re moaning and arching your back off the mattress. His hands are caressing your skin, making their way towards your chest, a whine escaping your mouth when they reach your breasts, his fingers toying with your nipples.

“W-Wonu, shit…” you mewl his name, your hand creeping onto the base of his hair, starting to tug at the soft locks when your lover dips his tongue in your entrance, fucking it greedily as his hands squeeze your tits, the bridge of his nose gliding against your clit.

“Do you want me to make you cum, love?” Wonwoo purrs against your pussy, hands reaching down to hold your waist. You look down between your legs, your pussy gushing when you see his messed up hair, lips, nose and chin covered in your slick.

“Please, Wonwoo, please!” you beg him, hips almost bucking in his face, but he pins you down, lifting himself and wiping his face with his forearm.

“I will. But I’d rather do it with my cock” he grins, discarding his pants and boxers, cock painfully hard and heavy in his hand.

“Then do it already!” you whine, almost thrashing on the bed.

“Condom?”

“Fuck me raw, Woo, I’m clean”

“As you wish, love” he bends down, softly kissing you before aligning his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing in, without wanting to hurt you.

The stretch isn’t unfamiliar, but there is an initial sting - your pussy feels so full, full of Wonwoo’s cock, your mind spinning from arousal. He knows it’s a bit uncomfortable, but he gives you the time you need to accommodate to his size - all while trying to distract you with kisses all over your neck and jaw, his hands holding your waist and back tenderly.

“When you’re ready to move, tell me” Wonwoo whispers in your ear.

“Please move, Wonu, I need you to move” you plead and he nods, raking his hands on yours, keeping them trapped beside your head, swiftly rolling his hips between your legs. The first few thrusts have that dull sting, but that sting molds into mind numbing pleasure, your walls stretched out and hugging his shaft perfectly.

“God, you feel so perfect around me, fuck” Wonwoo moans in your ear, his thrusts unfaltering and powerful, his toned body pressed against yours, feeling every single curve of his chiseled torso on you.

“You’re so damn good at t-this, fucking me so well” you mirror his moans, fingers threading with his, nails starting to dig on the skin of his hands.

“If you keep gripping me like that, I won’t last long, Y/N”

“Who says that’s a problem?”

“Do you want me to embarrass myself with just one round or you’re craving my cum that much?” he raises his brow teasingly, jutting his hips a bit more forcefully this time, eliciting a louder moan from you, effectively hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“You caught me - I want you to fill me up to the brim, baby” you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart” Wonwoo smirks and straightens up, letting your hands and gripping your waist, kneeling on the mattress to lift your hips, just enough to hit deeper than before. He pulls out until it’s just the tip is in you and plows back in your cunt, using the grip on your waist as leverage to fuck you harder.

The way he’s fucking you now reminds you of how he fucked you that night with Mingyu - but it’s way more intimate now, it’s only him now.

You’re about to open your mouth, but everything goes blank, your body starts convulsing, pussy clenching violently around Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing him tight and cumming hard around him.

“Oh fuck, f-fuck!” he keels over you, fisting the pillow behind your head as he delivers a few strong thrusts, cumming a few seconds later, filling you up with his warm cum to the brim.

You’re still shaking underneath him, your hands gripping his back, raking your nails on him while trying your best to calm down from your intense orgasm. Wonwoo is kissing your cheeks to help you relax, remaining inside you until he’s soft enough to slip out of you.

“I’ll be back in a few, love, don’t move, I’ll clean you up, I promise” he mutters in your ear, petting your hair and you nod, letting him get up.

He returns to the room a few minutes later, with a glass full of water and a towel.

“Here, drink this” he hands you the glass and you down it in one go, almost dropping it with a yelp when you feel the warm towel swipe away the remnants of your orgasm and Wonwoo’s cum dripping from your hole.

“Hey, give me a warning before doing stuff!” you slap his shoulder, “You’re so lucky I drank all of the water”

“Or else?”

“Or else I would have splashed it on you” you grumble.

“Ooh, so scary” he mocks you with a giggle and he laughs even harder when you cross your arms in front of your chest, a pout resting on your lips.

“Will you let me clean you up properly now?” he asks with a sweet tone and you relax your body, letting him do as he said.

“You’re being way too good to me” you speak up, wincing ever so slightly when the towel touches the more sensitive parts of your body.

“Why wouldn’t I be good to you?” Wonwoo raises his brow in question.

“I don’t know, it’s not like everyone does the whole aftercare thing when sex ends” you state, scratching your cheek.

“Well, I’m not like everyone else, sweetheart” he replies with a serious tone.

“So you do this to every single woman you sleep with?” you try to tease him, but he’s having none of it.

“I used to. But I haven’t done it in a long time - Not because I lost my decency, though”

“Then why did you stop?” you ask him as he finishes up with cleaning your body.

“Because it’s been a long time since I last slept with someone” he admits, looking you straight in the eye.

“Oh” you simply reply, “Well, I….I didn’t see that coming” you drop the teasing tone and opt to curl your arms around your knees out of embarrassment.

“Hey, hey” Wonwoo gently stretches your legs again, “It’s okay, you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything” he rubs your skin soothingly, laying next to you.

“Um, well, if you say so” you lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your torso.

A beat of silence passes.

“Hey, Wonwoo?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you awake?”

“Since I’m replying to you, I think I am” he chuckles and you roll your eyes at his reaction, “I suppose you wanna talk?” he asks you this time.

“Do you mind?” you shift in his arms, your hand mindlessly caressing Wonwoo’s arm and he turns his head towards you, smiling softly.

“We were talking all night long, why would I want to stop now?”

“Okay then” you exhale and Wonwoo lets out a breathy laugh.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“It’s really funny and baffling at the same time”

“What exactly?”

“You’re so shy right now, despite being so talkative and cheeky all night….It’s kinda cute”

“S-Shut up…”

“Oh? But I thought you wanted me to talk to you?” he cheekily retorts and you whine, hiding your face behind your hands.

He then shifts under the sheets, his hands gently grasping your wrists and pulling them away, revealing your face again. “Hey there”, he smiles at you and you snort, letting out a very awkward yet loud laugh you were holding back the past minutes. “There you go”, Wonwoo states in a very loving manner and you suddenly stop, cheeks heating up when your eyes stare directly into his, realizing the amount of intimacy this moment holds.

“Is it a really bad moment to say that I like that side of yours better?” you mutter under your breath.

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo looks at you with a bewildered expression, “I’m genuinely curious”

“Last time we met, you were more…. how do I put this…”

“Rough?” you search for the right words, but he completes the sentence for you instead.

“Well….yeah, pretty much. Not that I didn’t like it or something - on the contrary, I absolutely loved it and you were hot as fuck when you did that thing to Mingyu-”

“Y/N, you’re rambling again”

“Oh” you realize and stop, metally cursing at yourself for getting carried away. Again.

“It’s okay though. And I get what you mean” Wonwoo supports his body on his forearms, trying not to press his entire weight on you, “Let’s say it’s my way of….asserting dominance” he admits.

“I see….So you wanted to put your friend in his place and show him who’s the boss?” you rest your arms on his shoulders, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Exactly. Aren’t you a smart one, huh?” a smug smirk resting on his handsome face.

“Do I sense a jealous streak here, mister Jeon?”

“Honey, let’s be real here - as much as I love my best friend, he wouldn’t be able to give you what you really want” he lowers his head towards your lips, merely a breath away from yours. Your heart is racing like an F1 car approaching the finishing line, ready to take the first place - but the car is your lips and Wonwoo’s are the prize.

Except he crooks his neck to the side and he kisses the corner of your lips, shifting to his side and wrapping his arm around your midriff, pulling you flush to his chest.

“Go to sleep, baby”.

You sleepily stretch your arm on the mattress, hoping it would fall on Wonwoo’s body, but it ends up falling flat on the side that was supposed to be filled with said man, only to find it completely empty. You swish your hand around for a second and turn your body around to confirm with your own eyes that Wonwoo is indeed gone.

Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, you think and sigh in disappointment and get out of the bed, searching in your closet for something comfy to wear, settling with your favorite blue hoodie, not bothering to wear pants underneath - since you’re home alone.

Except you never saw Wonwoo’s turtleneck hanging on the edge of the bed and you’re caught by surprise when you walk into the kitchen and see the man himself brewing morning coffee, with two mugs resting on the counter. And he’s shirtless. With lots of scratch marks on his back. And you’re standing like a deer caught in headlights because five seconds ago you were mentally calling him an asshole for leaving your bed and supposedly your house-

“How long have you been standing there?” Wonwoo asks you with his back still facing you and your trail of thoughts is cut short.

“How did you know I was here?” you ask back and make your way to the counter, sitting down with a low hiss.

“I could smell your perfume - it’s hard to miss it, you know” he turns around and briefly looks at your (incomplete attire) before passing you the mug.

“Did you just...check me out?” you narrow your eyes at him with a small smirk.

“As if your eyes weren’t glued on my back when you walked into the kitchen” Wonwoo retorts and the tips of your ears turn red.

“I’m sorry for not expecting you to be here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he raises his eyebrow and you take a sip of the coffee, trying to think of a good answer.

“Y/N, I’m not the type of guy who fucks and disappears the morning after” he adds before you’re about to reply.

“I know, you said that last night too” you remind him and he drinks a bit of his coffee, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I’m surprised you do”

“I’m a very attentive listener, Wonwoo”

“I’m not doubting your hearing skills, sweetheart”

“Then what?”

“I’m surprised you’re able to remember anything after how loud you were last night” he chuckles and you swat your bare leg at his thigh.

“Now you sound like Mingyu” you roll your eyes and Wonwoo grabs your leg, bringing you closer to him and he lifts you from your chair, placing you to his lap.

“Tell me, Y/N - was it Mingyu who made you laugh so much last night?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmm, let me think...Nope” you tease him and he smirks, leaning under your jaw, lips barely ghosting your skin.

“Was it Mingyu who made you moan until you couldn’t think straight?” he rubs your thighs.

“Wonwoo...” you breathe out and let out an airy moan when you feel him suck that sensitive spot on your neck.

“I’m still waiting for an answer, sweetheart~”

“Shut up, it was all you” you whine in his lap and he laughs

“You’re so damn cute, Y/N” he presses a soft kiss on your cheek and you wrap your hands around his torso, pressing your palms on his back and he groans lightly.

“Careful, sweetheart, they’re still fresh”

“Sorry” you mutter with an embarrassed smile.

“Don’t be”

“But-” he shuts you up with a kiss and you can feel him smiling.

“Drink your coffee, it’ll go cold.”

#svthub #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #svt fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen #sheesh this took way too long to be posted

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Warm like hot chocolate

Pairing: idol!chan x fem!reader

Genre: fluff??? (I'm confused like you trust me), best friends to ???, cuddles, pecks

Author note: And I’m back babies, I have a lot of free time, sadly I have a brace on my foot so I need to rest all day on my couch, without moving, so I started writing again. I have like 9 drafts just on tumblr and a LOT more in my notes so be prepared I might publish something else this week hihihi, anyway since my birth i have this issues where I can't warm up by my self if the weather it’s not at a proper temperature, I’m in my 20s and I still struggle to warm my self up especially my arms, hands, legs and feet. That’s why i thought about writing this thing down, because I’m 100% sure that Chan is the warmest person ever, just like hot packs. not proof read I'm too tired and lazy.

As always my request are open!🩷

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I’m so insecure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve!

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Why it's so fucking cold in here?

you think

after months, you finally had the opportunity to sleep at your brother's place, his dorm actually, that he's sharing with some of his bands mates.

You get up, shivering cold, maybe with a pair of pants you could warm your self up? but you know that you can't fall asleep with pants, who sleeps with pants in 2023? exactly no one, you need something or someone to warm your self up and that's where are you going, in tired, sleepy steps.

you knock at your brother's door, opening it a little to see his figure under the blankets

"Changbin Oppa, you sleeping? I'm so cold"

you say waiting for a response, but a little snore informs you that luckily he is sleeping peacefully.

you get out, closing the door behind your back.

You knock at the door that it's in front of you, knowing that the person on the other side of the wall is awake, for sure, you knock gently, but you don't receive a response, maybe he's wearing headphones?

"Channie-oppa you awake?"

you open the door

"oh, cupcake what you doing here? is everything okay?"

he says taking his headphones off his head

"I'm freezing, why it's so cold in this house?"

you say closing the door behind you

"have you try to put a pair of pants?"

he says closing the laptop that was on his lap

"I'm just like Binnie, I can't sleep with pants on, but that's not the point. there was a fucking penguin in my room, because of the cold"

he giggles a little

"come here cupcake, I'll warm you up, but don't you try to fall asleep here"

"I wont, I promise"

you say crawling in his bed

"wait, before I get in, you have something on or I have to met little bang again?"

"right, wait. cover your eyes, and stop calling him little bang, he has feelings and he's not little, and you know it cupcake"

Of course you know it, the first time that you met him he was naked, like fully naked, you saw IT, just for a couple of seconds but you saw it, he tried to cover himself with a pillow but it was too late, you saw it and even if you know that it's NOT small (the perfect size actually) you call it 'little bang', just to piss him off.

You cover your eyes with your hands, trying to give him some privacy.

"Okay, I'm done."

he says, lifting the blankets so you can snuggle in, placing your body right next to him, head resting on his bare chest, he covers your shoulders with the blankets, his arm on your waist.

"I swear to God if you drool on me, imma ban you from my room"

"I'm not going to drool on you"

you say caressing his abs

"mhmh, liar"

he whispers

"you're so warm, you know that?"

"yeah?"

"mh, just like hot packs"

"hot packs?"

"yeah, hot packs or hot chocolate I don't know, you're just warm, and I want you in my bed every night, I'll pay you to warm me up every night, and your scent is addicting"

"addicting? what you mean?"

"I don't know, every time we cuddle the next day I need more of your cuddles and your scent stay in my t-shirt for nights."

you look at him smiling shily

"you can always come here to get your cuddles you know that right?"

"I know, but you're always working, and naked and I live away from your dorm and I can't come here every night, and-"

"I'll start wearing underwear if you want to cuddle every night"

"no more little bang for me?"

you smile at him, he try to hide a smile, but his dimples pop up anyway

"and again stop calling him little, he's not little"

"mhmh, whatever you say"

you smile

"Channie?"

"mh?"

"can you date someone at the moment?"

"what do you mean?"

he says looking at you

"it's a difficult question for you? can you date someone, you know with the dating ban and everything"

"uhm, yes. It was just for two years after the debut so yeah, I can date whoever I want"

"good, so we can go out right?"

you look at him smiling

"yes...are you asking me on a date?"

"I mean, If you want to yes, I can go back to the penguin in my room if you don't want to"

"nono, i want to-i-yes"

he stutters shily

"yes, I want to go on a date with you, but a real date, in a restaurant, with a nice dress and high heels"

"you mean both of us in a dress and high heels or you can wear that beautiful black coat and a white shirt"

"I'll wear the dress of course"

both of you giggles

"well, thanks Channie"

"for what?"

he asks

"giving the honor to come on a date with me"

"the honor? y/n I wanted to ask you to come on a date for months, I even asked permission to your brother"

"you ask permission to Changbin? For me?"

"yes, is that weird?"

"fuck no"

you say kissing his lips

"i-i'm sorry, I wasn't thinking-i-i fuck sorry I-emh I have to go"

you say trying to escape from his arms

"ah ah, where are you going?"

"setting my self on fire because I kissed my brothers best friend after I asked him for a date?"

"shut up y/n"

"but-"

"shut up, please"

he says kissing you, taking your face between his hands

"you know how long I have waited for this?"

you say in his lips

"yeah, since the first time that you see me, your brother told me about the little crush that you have on me"

he says looking at you

"see, he made a mistake"

"what you mean?"

he asks

"my crush for you it's not little, it's huge actually. You're in my mind most time of the day and the night, especially at night, and this lips? - you say touching his lips- I have dreamed about them for years Chan, so pink, and plumped and kissable, I knew that you were a good kisser"

"really?"

"fuck yes"

you kiss him one more time

"wanna know the other things that I'm good at? they involved little bang"

"don't talk, show me"

Tags: the one and only @paboswriting (I miss Mr Bang)

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids #kpop smut #skz smut #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #bang chan fanfic #skz

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legendofmorons · 7 months

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Hi i was wonder if i could request a platonic headcannon or oneshot where the reader is a dragon that adopts the chain. Beacuase it could be very adorable!!! ^-^

-a shy annon

Honestly, that's amazing, and I'm very excited to write this!

Dragon's hoard (chain)

Pairing: Chain & reader

Rating: G

Summary: You are a dragon who adopts the chain. The catch is that you don't know this at first. Somehow, the chain realizes before you, but they think it's sweet. (Even if Legend refuses to admit it.)

Warnings: cursing, implied injury

Other: If I missed anything please let me know

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This is written in sections, the scenes are in order of who was collected first. There is a final realization scene

A few quick headcanoms for refrence too

You're a dragon shifter based off of fairytale dragons.

You are capable of half shifting to access fire breathing and wings. You get scales like freckles during these times

You slowly add to your hoard, it's not all at once. You "mark people" as part of your hoard by gifting them shiny things.

You don't realize you have a hoard of heroes until after.

1- Wind

You are on watch with Wind when you feel the urge to gift him the old tarnished spy glass you keep in your bag. You aren't sure now is the tume but you are sure he'd love it.

You've kept the spy glass polished, it's just wethered and about fourth years old. But it works great and you can already see Wind running around with it.

The idea of your gift keeping him safe makes your heart warm. He's such a good kid, you want him to be safe.

And he could use a cheer up after the ankle sprain a few days ago.

So what's the real harm? You have more than one spy glass.

And this way, Wind knows you, care!

How else do friends show affection? You've always exchanged shiny gifts with loved ones. (That probably isn't just a Dragon thing ^TM.)

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Wind calls. "You okay? You look lost."

"Hm? Oh! I was just thinking."

"That's dangerous buissness."

You laugh, shaking your head. "For you maybe."

"Hey now!" Wind protests lightly.

"What do you mean 'hey now'?"

He just gives you a look. Deadpan and unimpressed. He seems to be impersonating Time's 'done with it' stare.

How adorable! He might as well just declare being the youngest sibling of your group.

"How’s your ankle feeling?"

"It's fine, the potion did most the work."

"That's good. I actually have something for you!" You say, deciding then and there to give Wind the spyglass.

"Really?"

"Of course!" You say, "Stay here I have to grab it."

You stand up, walking to your bedroll and bag.

You crouch down and rifle through your bag, thankful as always for the bottomless and weightless charms you have on it. It weighs no more than the materials it's made of, and it fits anything insode of it.

You take a minute to find it- but your hand closes around the spyglass. You pull it out with a triumphant grin.

You close your bag and make your way back to Wind, sitting back on the log beside him.

"Here you go!" You say, holding out the spyglass. "It could probably use a polish, but it's in working condition!"

"Whoah- this looks old! Where's you get it?"

"I found it on a ship wreck at the beach when I went a few years back."

"It has an inscription!"

"Mh- oh yeah! It's stretched up, but it says, 'may you always find a lighthouse'."

Wind nods, "That's so cool!"

You watch the boy take the spyglass with revrence, unlike what you're used to him showing.

"I'm glad you like it!"

The smile he gives you is enough to cement your promise to yourself. You promise that you'll keep him as safe and happy as you can. Forever.

2- Hyrule

Hyrule isn't the best cook. He's not the worst, but if you were home, you wouldn't let him do much more than box recipies.

But the chili he's pulled together is pretty okay. It's not necessarily great, but you don't hate it either.

So after you've eaten lunch and done your turn of dishes, you find yourself sent to forage with Hurule.

Bag on your person. You and Hyrule set out to find some more edible plants.

Thankfully, this is close enough to his time that Hyrule knows the plants.

You let him show you the poisonous plants that you should never pick. You also let him show you the edible plants that taste amazing!

Amazingly enough, you find something that looks a lot like present-day strawberries! Unfortunately, you seem to need sharp nails or a knife to properly pick them.

You have both.

"Hang on, I have a knife for you." You say, reaching into your bag of holding.

"Oh- thanks! I'll clean it before I give it back."

"Don't worry about that, I've been meaning to give it to you anyways."

You manage to find the knife quickly. It's a pocket knife, folded into the handle securely.

You pull it out and pass it to Hyrule.

The knife isn't super huge, about a three inch blade with the handle a little longer. But it's well maintained and has a locking blade.

The handle is wood plated metal. The blade and body are both made of steel.

"This is- really shiny." He manages, taking the knife, "Thank you!"

"Anytime. I have knife sharpeners too if you need them."

"I don't think I do, but thank you."

You just smile.

You turn back to the task of picking the almost-strawberries. You choose to shift into your half dragon half human form, using your claw like nails to easily pick the berries.

Thankfully, this isn't the first time Hyrule has seen you shift between forms, so he just gives a surprised "Oh!'. He keeps his attention on the task, though.

You should probably slip the knife sharpener into his bag later. He's not always great at taking care of himself, and if you can help, you definitely will.

3- Sky

You don't have any grand reason for wanting to gift Sky the shining chain bracelet. You just saw it earlier and thought of him.

It's a delicate chain but it seems sturdy enough.

You've pulled Sky away from the group, standing by the fireplace of the inn you're all staying at.

He just watches you rifle through your bag. "Really, (Y/n), if you can't find it right now we can do this kater."

"Hush now, I just need a minuete."

"Okay."

You find the bracelet after a minute, fingers closing around the silver chains as you pull it out.

You hold it out to him, the silver shining in the firelight. "Ta-da!"

"That's- beautiful." Sky says, reaching out to touch the metal gently.

He takes the braclet then, trying to fasten it on his left wrist. As the only right-handed Link he figures it'll be safer on his shield arm.

"Let me help." You say.

You reach out and manage to fasten the clasp quickly. You drop your hands once you're done, flashing a smile.

"Thanks for the help. And thank you very much for the bracelet. It's beautiful." He says, and Sky is absolutely beaming.

It's good to know you were right. That he does like it.

"Of course. Now come on, I think Wild's done with dinner."

"Good, I'm starving."

You laugh, shaking your head as you lead Sky back to the group.

You sit down between Sky and Wind, gratefully taking the food Wild gives you.

"Nice braclet." Legend says as he nods to Sky, "What's it for?"

"Nothing?" He asks, glancing to you.

"I think the lady I got it from said it's a 'protection ' bracelet. Whatever that means." You explain, still not sure what it does.

"Cool." Legend says.

"That's really interesting." Four says, already getting a look in his eyes that probably means he wants to experiment.

"It is!" Sky beams happily.

4- Wild

You enjoy getting to spend time with Wild. He's fairly down to earth despite his love of shenanigans. And he's all too happy to teach your recipes.

He's helping you search the farmer's market when you see it.

A gleaming gold handled dagger. Wild would love that.

"How much for the dagger?" You ask, turning your attention from the blade to the woman running the shop.

"Two hundred rupees. "

"I'll take it." You say, fishing out the coinage to pay.

The lady takes your payment before wrapping the dagger in its sheath and handing it to you.

You thank her before setting the dagger in your bag for now. You still need to find Wild, you've gotten separated since you came over.

Wild is easy to find. He's haggling with a rather round older man about the price of flour.

You make your way to him easily. Weaving in and out of the crowd until you're standing at his side.

"Hey." You greet.

"Hey." He says. "I just finished here. Did you want to look at anything else?"

"Not really. I got you something though!"

"Oh. Thanks!" He says, flashing a smile.

"Come on, let's get out of the way. Then I can give you the thing."

"Okay."

Wild leads you away from the booth to a bench. He sits down and pats the spot beside him

You sit down as you pull out the cloth wrapped dagger.

"Here you go!" You smile, holding it towards him.

"Thanks, (Y/n)." Wild says, his voice softer than usual.

You watch Wild open it up. You watch him pull the glinting gold dagger from the sheath.

Wild inspects it, and then turns his eyes to you. "It's perfect, thanks (Y/n)."

"I'm just glad you like it!"

You decide then and there that you'll have to make sure he's more used to being loved. Because the way he looks shocked and pleased means he isn't used to it. And he deserves to be.

5- four

You really need the boys to stop being such magnets for monsters. Patching them up is not fun.

But you do prefer patching Four up to patching the others up. The blacksmith has always been good at following directions, and he won't hide injuries like some people. (Couch cough, Time, Warriors, and Twi, cough cough.)

It's nearly lunch when you're almost finished cleaning and bandaging Four. He sits patiently, though, handing you supplies from your bag.

"Can you grab another bandage?" You ask, barley glancing at his face as you frown at the gauze you hold in place.

"Sure."

Four isn't as used to your bottomless bag and instead pulls something else out - a silver hair stick with a mouse like creature on the top. "Oh! You know the picori?"

"Hm?" You manage, looking up to see what he's talking about. You smile when you see the hair stick. "No, the lady I got it from said it was a mythical creature. You can keep it if you like."

"Oh- but I don't need a hair stick."

"You don't have to keep it."

"Can- Can I? Even if I probably won't use it?"

"Of course you can, Four. I'd honestly forgotten it existed it'll be much better off with you."

"Thank you, (Y/n)." Four says.

He sets the hair sticks down before reaching back into your bag to grab a bandage like you had asked. When his hands close around it he smiles softly to himself.

You take the item when he hands it to you, starting to bandage the gauze in place.

"And.... Done!" You declare as soon as you're finished patching him up.

"Thanks, (Y/n), I really appreciate the help."

"Anytume, Four. If I can ever help you out, let me know. Okay?"

"Okay."

6- legend

Legend is a particularly stubborn ass sometimes, and while usually you at least admire that trait, today it's a pain the ass.

Since he decided he can go two days without sleep and lied to people about it. He didn't wake anybody up for watch the last two nights like he was supposed to either.

All of this is why you are put on babysitting duty while Legend is effectively in timeout.

Thankfully, Legend is happy to sit with his arms crossed on the stump you're standing near. He's got his back to the others right now.

You however have an idea.

You've got a ring that helps with sleep, according to the inscription at least. Maybe it will help Legend? He probably has an underlying reason for not sleeping.

You might as well offer it. He can always say no.

"Hey.... Ledgend?" You call, already reaching into your bag in search of the sleep aiding item.

Your hand closes around the ring quickly so you pull it out.

"What?" He asks, sulking as if he's paid to.

"I have something for you."

"Why?"

"It might help you sleep more? I know you're probably exhausted. You're still hylian."

"Yeah. So?" He asks, finally turning to face you.

"Just take this, you grump." You say, stopping in front of him and holding the rin out to him.

"What's it do?"

"It's supposed to help you sleep."

"Does it?"

"I've never actually tried it."

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he observes the jewlry. He's not exactly the most trusting, but he does seem to be considering this.

Good.

If you can help him take better care of himself, you're happy to do it.

Legend takes the ring, "Thanks."

"Anytime!"

"If this dosen’t work I'm selling it."

"That's fine." You say.

And really, it is. You had all hut forgotten you had the thing, it might as well go to someone who wants it.

Though you really do hope it helps Legend sleep. The stubborn man needs it.

7- Twilight

You're oddly used to Twi and his extended stints of disappearing. It's not as concerning as it used to be, at least.

Although you've got half a mind to stick him with one of your many shiny objects so everyone knows he has a dragon looking out for him. He could use it, the trouble magnets.

Actually- that's a hell of an idea. You think you'll do that! But it has to be something useful. You don't want to burden him with a useless knick knack.

What do you have that he could use? Maybe a ring that grants unnatural luck? Or an old compass that leads you home? Oh! Or maybe Twilight wants a letter opener?

Those all sound useful on occasion but not like something Twi would actually use.

Oh! You know exactly what you should give him.

You're already searching your bag for it when it comes to mind. You'll gift Twilight a gold-plated mirror that allows him to talk to whoever has the other. That way, if he needs help, he can ask!

Yes.

This way, everyone knows not to mess with him, AND he can ask for help if he needs it. This is perfect!

Now you just have to find him.

Easier said than done sometimes.

However, you think Twilight said he was going to be back before night, and it's nearly dysk now. So he should be back real soon.

So you pull one of the two mirrors in the set out and begin polishing it. It's got to he very shiny. How else will he know you care?

Enough time passes that the mirror is practically shimmering. You've definitely shined it enough.

"What are you doing?" Four asks, asks you curiously.

"Cleaning this mirror up before I give it to Twim"

Four laughs, "Adding to your hoard again?"

"No?" You say, confused enough that it comes out as a question.

You aren't adding to your hoard. You're removing things from it.

"Okay." Four says, amusement evident in his expression.

You raise a brow, but allow it all to pass. There's nothing worth dwelling on.

You hear more footsteps entering the area. You aren't sure who it is, though, so you turn to see.

Twilight is back, a bag of supplies in hand.

"Twi!" You cheer happily.

"Hey, (Y/n)."

"Come here! I have something for you."

Twilight shares a look with four, biting his lip and trying not to laugh. It's not mean he just thinks it's sweet that you like all of them enough to add them to your hoard.

He's also pretty sure you don't know.

"What are you thinking about?" You ask, tilting your head to watch him.

"Nothing much. What did you want to show me?"

"This!" You say, holding the mirror out to him, "It's for you!"

"It is? Why, thank you!"

Twilight takes the mirror gently. He squints as he examines it.

"It's enchanted so you can talk to whoever has the other mirror in the set!"

"Oh- that's amazing! I didn't know you could do such a thing."

"You can. I know a sorceress back home. She loves things like this."

"Well, I love this. Thank you, (Y/n)."

"Now you'll use it if you need help. Got it?" You ask, watching him intently.

He laughs and nods. "Of course I will."

"I mean it."

He nods. He does believe you. He's just not used to having someone go out of their way to make sure he has a way to ask for help.

Because of how much he does back home, most people assume he doesn't ever need help unless he asks. Though they are usually right about that.

"I know. I- really appreciate this."

"Now we should go eat. I know you're hungry."

"Yeah, I am. Let's go eat."

8- warriors

You should know how you ended up here. Really, you should. But it doesn't matter because you're in the middle of a festival dancing with friends.

You and Twilight are doing a mangled box step side by side, laughing the whole time.

"Have you figured out what you want to do for Warriors?" Twilight asks.

You blink, surprised he knows that you want to do something nice for the captain. But then again, you weren't hiding it.

"Yeah I do actually!"

"What is it?"

"I thought he'd like a set of earrings."

"He woukd."

"They protect from people talking badly about you."

"He'd love that for sure." Twilight says with a playful shake of his head and a stumble in his box step.

"Oh be nice."

"I am!"

"Liar." You laugh. "Stay here I'm going to grab a drink."

"If you see Wind tell him to come see me."

"I will!"

You go off to get a drink, passing sacral friendly locals, two goats, and like ten kids.

You don't see the others until you take your drink to go sit on a bench.

Warriors comes over and sits next to you. He flashes you a smile.

"Hey, (Y/n)."

"Hey, wars."

"Twi said you had something for me? Should I be worried?" He asks, cracking a playful smile so you know he's not being serious.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "No, I just had some earrings I thought you'd like."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I can show you of you like?"

"I'd love that!"

9- time

You can't be bothered to make some polite attempt at giving Time the compass you have. You just slide it into his bag when he's off doing something.

You aren't scared of him, but you've been nervous about it so this is your solution.

Although you really didn't expect to have him pull you aside while holding said compass in hand.

"What's up, Time?"

"Did you put this in my bag?" He asks.

He dosen’t sound upset at all. He just sounds curious.

The compass glints as sunlight hits it.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Just curious. What's it do?" He asks, biting back a smile.

Why does he look like he knows something you don't?

Probably the adventures.

"It points you home." You explain, "It always points towards wherever you consider home."

"Thank you. This is- very thoughtful. "

"I try."

"I appreciate it."

He smiles at you, putting the compass into his pouch of items. He seems so thrilled.

"I hope I wasn't out of line when I slipped it into your bag."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

"Good."

Bonus

You are in your full dragon form, curled around all of the boys when you realize something.

There's nothing profound to start the realization. The stars are out, and there are fire flies all around. But that's normal here. The boys are bickering, but that's all in play.

What makes you realize something is actually Warriors.

The boys are talking about things that surprised them on this adventure. If you weren't so content you might have joined their conversation.

But you are happy, warm as the fore crackles in front of your pile of heroes.

"I mean, I didn't expect to meet you guys." Sky admits, "I'm used to being- the only hylian."

"That does fall in line with your stories." Warriors says, "But I was more surprised to become part of a dragon's hoard."

The others all chime in their agreement, and thoughts on that. You don't register them though- too caught up on Warrior's words.

Is Warriors part of a dragon hoard? Which dragon is he part of a hoardwith?

Why does that thought make you so upset?

Why-

Oh- he's part of your hoard.

They all are.

Huh.

That makes some of the comments about hoards make more sense.

You should have recognized the signs. Or at least the official actions.

This definitely explains your protectiveness over them.

How did they figure it out before you did?

You'll have to ask later.

But you decide you like this. They're part of your hoard, and their family. They don't seem to have an issue with it either.

You should talk about this later. For sure.

But for now, you are happy just to exist in the moment with your friends.

#misty writes #a shy annon #linkeduniverse #lu #linked universe x reader #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu sky #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind

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borathae · 2 years

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“A terrible storm forces you and your lover to stay inside. Luckily for you, Yoongi has the best ideas to pass the time. Candlelight, soft touches and Shibari.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM theme

Warnings: soft Dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, Shibari, he is so gentle with her, strength kink, he carries her cause he's a strong vampire & she loves that he does, lots of kisses, body worshipping, breast worship, praising, loving petnames, scent kink, fangs, gentle biting, oral (f.receiving), male masturbation, the safest subspace, loving aftercare, also I am aware that most rope art sessions don't include a lot of fumbling and that just the act of tying is considered enough but I wanted to put my own take on it because I think that Yoongi whilst finding great pleasure in the act of tying would still want to shower her in a little bonus attention

Wordcount: 6.8k

a/n: Upon popular demand here is Sanguis!Yoongi being in a soft dom mood and tying OC's body. There is just something about him taking the lead that makes me go 🥴dumb🥴, like he treATS HER SO WELL FUCK

You are sharing a blanket and a pillow, lying on the fur rug in front of the fireplace and playing shadow puppets.

It's storming outside. It enters the estate through the smallest of nooks and crannies, making the entire building sing. You don’t mind the sounds because you are cozied up with your love and like this, nothing can hurt you.

"Raawr", Yoongi mimics the growl of a wolf right before his little shadow wolf attacks your shadow rabbit and eats it.

"No, why did you do that?" you whine.

Yoongi chuckles softly, giving your hand a little squeeze.

"Don't blame me, that’s the circle of life."

"Yeah? Hssss", you make weird hissing sounds, attacking Yoongi’s wolf with a weirdly shaped humanoid figure, "dead."

"Dead? Sorry, what exactly was that supposed to be? A weird lump?"

"You, duh? You vampire-killed the wolf, obviously."

"That's not how I look", Yoongi complains in a laugh, "or sound. When have I ever hissed like that?"

"All the time."

"All the time?"

You turn your heads, looking at each other.

"Yep, you just don’t notice."

"You’re a brat", he says, tilting his head so your noses would touch.

You steal a kiss as an answer. Yoongi keeps his eyes closed afterwards, smiling softly.

Outside the storm picks up, throwing the rain against the windows angrily. Almost as if it wanted to punish it for something nobody will ever find out.

Lighting.

Instant thunder.

"Geez", you startle, drawing closer to Yoongi on instinct.

"Don't be scared, I’m here", he says in a soothing voice, letting you cuddle into his side all while his arm lays itself under your head.

"I'm not scared. Thunder is just so loud", you tell him.

"I know, right? We must be in the worst part right now."

Lighting and thunder again, howling of the strong wind and clattering of the shutters, forcing a flinch through you. Yoongi presses you closer instinctively, rubbing his hand up and down your arm slowly.

"God Yoongi, not gonna lie, maybe I'm a little scared. I don’t mind rain, but it’s so scary when the wind is really strong", you confess, which earns you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Don't be. This castle has seen it all. We're safe here."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm, yeah", he promises and kisses the bridge of your nose.

“Do you think my plants will be okay? What if they rip off?”

“I’m sure they will be okay. They’re strong”, he assures you.

“You think so?”

Yoongi hums a yes and kisses the tip of your nose, before trailing his kisses up to your forehead. You can’t deny the comfort this brings you, melting into a puddle of relaxation.

"You know what we should do?" he asks you.

"What? Tell me", you say, craning your neck to look up at him.

"Do something that takes your mind off the storm."

“Something that takes my mind off the storm?”

“Mh-hm yeah”, he mumbles, placing a kiss on your lips.

"And what's that supposed to be? Mhm?" you tease, caressing his tummy.

"Well, I", he flips you to your back, lying himself between your legs, "feel like being creative."

"Creative? Tell me more about it."

"Have you ever heard of Shibari?"

"Japanese rope art? Of course I have. There are a few books about it in the library. Why?"

"I'm into it."

"Well damn, Yoongi. You are full of surprises. First you let me be your kidnapper and now this. What’s next?”

“Ice cubes up my ass, always wanted to try.”

“Geez Yoongi.”

He chuckles, “I’m messing with you”, he says and pecks your cheek.

“Why do I get a feeling that you aren’t?”

“You can’t prove it”, he says and takes your hands to pin them above your head. Then he begins tracing your wrists and lower arms.

He does this often when you and him are alone. Pinning each other’s hands above the other’s heads has become such a regular thing in your cuddles that you aren’t surprised by when he does it tonight. As a matter of fact, you helped him with it, now enjoying the soft, innocent touches he gives you.

Thunder roars through the night again. The lighting brings out his real eyes for a quick second.

Yoongi intertwines his fingers with you, looking at you with mesmerised eyes.

“I can’t prove it?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he grins boyishly, “so what do you think? Want to do something else?”

You know that Yoongi is shifting attention with that question, but you don’t mind.

“Is cuddling not good enough for you?” you tease him.

“No it’s good”, Yoongi says without hesitation. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and begins leaving kisses there, “just thought that maybe you wanted to do something else.”

“Are you going to do it to me or can I do it to you?” you ask him with your eyes closed because his neck kisses are to die for.

“I’m fine with both. What do you want to do? The decision is yours.”

“The decision is mine? But it was your idea.”

“I know, I want you to decide.”

“Fine, I’ll decide that you should decide.”

Yoongi huffs out air, “brat, just use your words”, he says, lifting his head for the sole purpose of sending you a faux annoyed look.

“I am.”

“No you’re not, you’re deflecting.”

You snicker, lifting your shoulders to your ears in a shy squirm. Yoongi’s eyes soften.

“Fuck, you’re so cute”, he presses out, using his strength to pull you up and sit you down on his lap. He kisses you, swallowing the surprised squeak you let out with gratefulness.

He breaks the kiss when you are searching for his closeness by pressing yourself into him. He tugs imaginary strands of hair behind your ears before cupping both your cheeks.

“Can I do it to you?” he asks you with his breathing quickened.

“Yeah”, you say quietly.

“Yes? Do you want me to do it to you, princess?”

You nod your head, squirming on his lap.

“Say it for me, love.”

“Yes, please do it to me”, you tell him.

“That’s my best girl”, he praises, speeding up your heartbeat with the praise. He soothes his fingers down your cheek, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger afterwards. It is such a small gesture, but it makes you fall. Yoongi knows so well just where to touch and what to say to get you there instantly. Into this warm fuzzy space of giving up control and letting him guide the journey. It feels so nice to fall when Yoongi is the one pushing you over the edge.

“Can you tell me what you say when you want me to stop, princess?”

“Snowdrop or I just have to think it and you’ll stop.”

Yoongi smiles proudly, caressing your chin once.

“Good job”, he praises, dancing his thumb over your lips.

You ache for the weight of it on your tongue, all of your senses are telling you to open your mouth and take him inside. But you shouldn’t because you would look too needy and Yoongi hasn’t even really started yet.

Not that he can’t already smell how excited you are. Your sweetness has been filling his senses ever since he dragged you on top of his lap.

“Now come with me”, he says, standing up with you in his arms.

“Why?”

“You get to choose the ropes, of course”, he says and smiles when you melt closer to him with a shy sigh. He pats your butt gently, pecking your cheek after you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in his neck.

Yoongi takes you to his secret room. Hidden behind one of the bookshelves in his office with the doorknob camouflaged as a bust lies a spacious room. And in said room he is storing his insane collection of toys in hand carved furniture and displays. Sextoys if one may add.

Yoongi told you that this was the secret room he told you about all whilst you were still trying not to pass out in shock.

“I thought this was a joke”, you said back then, but ten minutes later he had you writhing for him on his big bed and with an array of toys by your side and you were very happy that he was not joking back then.

Yoongi sits you down on the massage desk he has standing in one corner of the room. He tries to step back only to fail when you hold him tightly.

“Princess”, he chuckles, squeezing your sides, “you’ve gotta let go.”

“Don’t wanna, you’re so warm.”

“Come on, let go”, he orders lovingly, tugging your arms away for you. But you wrap yourself right around him again, making him chuckle, “fine, then stay”, he says and picks you back up with one arm.

He carries you to the drawer and opens it, rummaging through it while you sigh and hum in his arm.

“Look princess, which ones do you want?”

You lift your head from his shoulder, looking at him with sparkly eyes. He pinches your cheek softly.

“Don’t look at me, look at the ropes”, he says with a smile.

“You’re so strong, Yoongi.”

“Love, the ropes”, he says, barely stifling the snicker threatening to escape.

“Oh yeah”, you say, turning your head. You rest your cheek on his shoulder and look into the drawer.

Yoongi has an impressive collection of ropes. Different colours, thicknesses, lengths and even materials. You can’t run out of ropes with him that much is sure (unless he rips through them again like he did that night).

“I want black”, you tell him.

“That’s a good choice and what material?”

“Something that feels good.”

He chuckles, “you’re something else. You know I can make every material feel good”, he says and grabs a bundle of tossa jute ropes, “let’s go with those, okay? They’ll look good and feel nice too.”

“Yes okay, I trust you.”

"Feel it", he offers you the rope and you do.

"Really soft. I want that one."

"As you wish."

Yoongi closes the drawer after grabbing a pair of safety scissors and leaves the toy room afterwards, locking it behind himself.

Once back in the bedroom, he sits down on the fur, placing you on top of his lap.

“How are you doing?” he asks, “do you still want to do it?”

“Yes, I’m already really excited. I never did actual rope art before.”

“I’ll go slow, okay? You’ll really love it, I promise.”

“I know. I never doubted you”, you tell him, caressing his shoulders, "that’s why I'm so excited because I know you'll make it fun."

Yoongi gives you a quick smile then lifts you off his lap, sitting you down on the fur. He gets on all fours to make it easier to kiss you. First your forehead then your lips. The kiss is meant to calm you down and really get you in the zone. Not that he has to do a lot for that to happen. You are so, so gone in the zone.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, gazing at you with loving eyes.

"You're so beautiful, my love", he whispers.

"You too", you tell him, feeling oh so giddy.

"Now tell me. Do you want to try it with your clothes on or can I undress you?"

"Which one feels better?"

"They both feel nice, it depends if you want to be naked or not", he explains and pecks your cheek just because he wanted to.

"It depends?" you ask.

"Yes, the decision is all yours, my princess. You don’t have to get naked if you don’t want to", he says quietly before nibbling on your ear gently.

Shivers run down your spine, your hands fall to his shoulders to hold him.

"I want to. Please Yoongi take off my clothes", you sigh, feeling him smile against your skin.

"Of course, my beautiful. Anything you want", he says and hooks his fingers in the hem of your shirt.

You help him by lifting your arms over your head. The shirt is off quickly, now discarded and forgotten.

"Oh princess", Yoongi says, letting his eyes run over your torso, "I won’t ever grow bored of that view."

"Don't say that", you whisper shyly, squirming when Yoongi gets even closer to you as he reaches behind you to open your bra.

The clasp opens with a skilled flick of his fingers. Yoongi however takes his time, lowering his head so he could trail kisses along your left shoulder. And while he kisses you, his fingers play with the bra strap, tugging it down your shoulder more and more until it finally slips down your arm.

You gasp as this happened, gasping again when Yoongi changes shoulders and begins kissing your skin with devoted lips. Down and down his fingers tug until finally the strap falls and with it your bra.

Yoongi doesn’t look at first, instead he continues kissing your shoulder, dancing his lips to your neck. One kiss right where your pulse is racing, then he lifts his head.

He looks at your chest, eyes filling with wonder.

"Look at you", he says, "shit, I can’t wait to put rope around them."

"Do you think it will look nice?"

"Of course it will. Your body is perfect for it", he says and smiles softly, "and your tits are the best."

"God Yoongi, stop being cheesy."

"It's you who taught me, don’t blame the student", he teases, which earns him a soft nudge to his chest.

"You're stupid", you murmur, making him chuckle.

"Perhaps", he says, sitting back on his heels. With fond eyes he studies your body.

You find yourself burning up under his intense gaze whilst at the same time basking in it. You feel shy and yet so incredibly attractive. Truly, being gazed upon by Yoongi feels like such a blessing.

"Do you want the pants gone too or should we keep them on?" he asks.

"Yes, gone please."

"Then stand up for me."

You follow with wobbly knees. Yoongi makes sure to support you by placing his strong hands on your waist. Like this he is kneeling in front of you, gazing up at you with love drunk eyes.

"My beautiful queen", he whispers, burying his face in your stomach. His hands, once on your sides, travel to your lower back. He hugs you oh so tightly, placing the most devoted kiss on your stomach.

"Tickles", you giggle, writhing away from him but he only pulls you closer.

"Don't flee, let me hold you", he orders so sweetly you can’t disobey.

Giggling, you allow him to place his kisses on your lower tummy and for his hands to rub up and down your back.

He slows down once the hem of your pants brush against his lips. With a flutter of his lashes, he looks up at you as he hooks his fingers in your pants and begins pulling.

First over the swell of your butt and then down in the front. Yoongi shifts his gaze to your lips and the way they are parting.

The fabric pools around your ankles. Said ankle gets touched by Yoongi before he makes you step out of the pants leg. He repeats it with the other side, running his hands up your legs once done.

"Spread your legs a little", he orders, touching your inner thighs.

You do so gladly, moaning softly when Yoongi uses the opportunity to leave a tender bite on your sensitive inner thigh. It was just a brush of his teeth and then his soft lips follow.

The other side gets kisses and a whispered praise of just how soft you are and a promise that he won’t ever grow bored of this feeling. And while he whispers sweet nothings into your skin, his fingers make sure that your panties leave your body.

You step out of them all on your own, sneaking a shy glance down at him. Yoongi is mesmerised by your middle as always. Not a day goes by where this man becomes any less obsessed with your core, tonight is no different. He inhales deeply and shudders.

"You smell so goddamn sweet", he rasps, pulling you closer with his hands on your butt.

You squeak and stumble, finding hold in his hair. You are so ready to get his tongue that it almost feels like betrayal when he doesn’t lock his mouth onto your pussy. Instead he kisses the spot right above it, inhaling with a deep growl of bliss.

"So fucking sweet", he mumbles, squeezing your butt.

"Please", you whimper, making him lift his head.

"Please what?"

"Eat me out."

Yoongi shakes his head, "not yet."

"But-"

"Be patient", he warns, squeezing your hips sternly, "now kneel for me."

"You're so mean", you mumble, following the command even if it hurts. You really, really wanted to be eaten out by him. Oh, you are yearning for it.

"Don't give me that face", Yoongi says, taking your chin between his fingers.

It only makes you pout harder, just so you can see what he will do.

"No, no", he says, gripping your cheeks softly yet sternly, "no pouting."

You furrow your brows. Yoongi squeezes your cheeks.

"No frowning either", he orders, dropping your cheeks just so he can caress your chin most tenderly with his thumb.

You relax your features because quite frankly, it feels so good to be good for him.

"There we go, you’re so beautiful", he praises, tracing your lips with his fingertips.

"Yoongi", you whisper.

"Yes, princess?"

"Just…want more", you murmur.

He chuckles and sits back on his heels, "you're so impatient", he says, "but fine, let's start with the tying. I'll go slow, okay?"

"Yes okay."

"Do you want me to restrain some of your movements or should we try merely decorative for a start?"

"What's better?"

"They’re both good. One will feel more constricting while the other will feel free."

"I don't know yet. Can we try without restraints?"

"Of course, that’s a good decision", he says and reaches for the ropes. He places them next to you, putting the safety scissors right next to them.

"Why do you have scissors?" you ask him.

"It's for getting you out quickly in case you don’t want to anymore for any reason or it starts to hurt."

"Can’t you just rip through the ropes? You’ve ripped through so many already."

Yoongi laughs and shakes his head, "I could, but let's not risk me giving you rope burns because I caused friction. Scissors are safer."

"Okay", you say, watching with great interest as he decides on which rope to get, "thank you for doing this with me and for explaining all of it. It’s so much fun to learn with you."

Yoongi sneaks a fond glance at you before looking back at the ropes.

"Thank you for wanting to do this with me. You’re fulfilling a dream of mine", he says and lifts a bundle of neatly tied rope, "I will wrap this around your torso now, okay?"

"Yes, just tell me what to do."

"Relax and enjoy it", he says, crawling behind you, "I will tell you whenever you need to do something."

"Okay", you say, shivering when Yoongi wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck.

You let your head fall against his shoulder, caressing his lower arms.

"Is this part of it?" you sigh.

"It's all part of it. I'll make you feel so good, princess", he whispers against your skin, "so good, hear me?"

"Yeah, I do", you tell him, exhaling shakily when he sucks on your favourite spot.

"So sweet", he rasps, "love your taste."

"Tickles", you sigh, shivering like crazy.

He purrs and finally releases your tender skin. He kisses the spot to soothe it, placing the next kiss on your shoulder. And while he kisses you, he begins tying you by placing the rope around your shoulders.

"How's that?" he asks.

"Really soft", you say, drawing closer.

"That's good to hear, I’ll do the first knot now, ready?"

You nod your head, "so ready", you say, looking down at your own torso.

Yoongi placed the rope around your shoulders in a way so that the ends would tangle over your torso on each side. He crosses said sides, securing the position with an intricate knot. He continues the pattern all the way down to your belly button, leaving little kisses and bites on your shoulders and neck the entire time.

"That's so pretty", you say, arching your back to help Yoongi. He is trailing the rope to your back, guiding it along your waist before crossing it in the back. It tickles as he ties the knot.

"I've only started, it'll get nicer."

"But it's already so nice. It's like I'm wearing a pretty tie."

Yoongi chuckles deeply, inching closer now that he reaches to the front again. He kisses your jawline as he does, eliciting a surprised yet happy gasp from you.

He ties another knot and guides the rope to the back. And as he does, he makes sure to dance his fingertips over your skin, forcing goosebumps to cover every inch of your body.

Your hips are squirming, your thighs press together. You can’t lie, this turns you on a lot. He is attentive and slow in his touches. The feeling is so special, riling you up so wonderfully.

Yoongi breaks away from your neck, "stay like this, okay?"

"What are you doing?"

"Gotta get to the front."

"Okay."

Yoongi sits down on his heels and reaches for the second rope. He begins by securing it on the loops he created with the first rope. Like this a criss-cross pattern adorns your upper chest, looking like the most intricate neck piece. Once done, he leads it above your breasts, forcing heat to your cheeks.

"Oh god that’s-" you fluster, meeting his concerned gaze.

"Why's your heart racing? Should we stop?"

"No, it’s just so", you lower your gaze and giggle, "my boobs are so framed now."

Yoongi smiles warmly, "I know", he says in a sweet voice, "they look so beautiful this way."

You look at him, feeling oh so beautiful. Especially when he comes closer as he wraps the rope around you.

"Yoongi, it feels good", you whisper, getting lost in his eyes.

"It does", he speaks gently, guiding the soft rope back to the front to attach it to the loop right between your breasts.

He works so diligently and intently. Like most things he does. Cooking, baking, making music, even simple tasks like placing groceries in the cart or helping you in the garden. Yoongi does them with such intent and always with so much tender care. For someone who could easily lift a car with one arm and for someone who insists to not know how to be gentle, he carries nothing but softness in his hands.

Yoongi lifts his head, meeting your glassy gaze.

"What's the matter?"

"It's just that everything you do is always so gentle", you whisper, "I feel so safe with you."

"Oh", he flusters, "thank you", he cringes, "sorry, I meant you can. I want you to feel safe."

"I do."

Yoongi looks at you. Feeling overwhelmed by happiness, he leans in to kiss your lips.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, love", he whispers, "as long as you want to be with me, I won’t leave your side."

"Good then don’t ever leave."

Yoongi exhales shakily, nodding his head, "promise."

"Good."

He works with even more tenderness for his next tie. Guided to the back once before brought to the front right underneath your breasts, the soft rope gets tied to one of the loops. Like this your chest piece is finished, now framing your breasts most beautifully. The rope feels snug against your chest without giving pressure. It’s such a nice feeling.

"There we go", Yoongi says, stopping his tying for a moment to admire his work, "you look fucking beautiful."

You sneak a glance down at yourself, feeling your heart flutter.

'They’re so in focus", you whisper, looking at his face instead.

He is mesmerised, nodding his head in agreement whilst his eyes race over your framed breasts.

He places his big hands underneath them, running his thumb along the black rope. It elicits an impatient gasp from you, forcing your back to arch into his touch in chase for more.

Yoongi gives it to you gladly, leaning down to place the most tender kiss on your skin. He places his left hand right between your shoulder blades, helping you arch your back just right so he can reach your chest easier. And while he does, his right hand massages your unkissed breast as his lips travel along your other side.

You feel your skin prickle as Yoongi takes your nipple between his lips to suck it softly. Wet and warm the sensation lingers on your skin, turning into a cold shiver once he releases your swollen pebble to kiss your flesh instead.

"You're my prettiest", he praises, sealing the promise with a kiss to the part which tingles the most.

You squirm, giggling quietly.

He lifts his gaze upon hearing his favourite sound, giving you a blinding smile.

"Do that again", he says, eliciting a giggle from you just because he is Yoongi and you’re so happy because of him. He raises his head quickly, noses brushing together and breaths intermingling as he giggles with you, "this is my favourite sound", he confesses, claiming your lips in a kiss mid-smile.

You feel so giddy once he pulls back, squirming happily when he looks into your eyes.

"Don't ever stop doing it", he orders and you nod your head, "good. My pretty."

And with that he grabs the rope again to continue his tying. He wraps it around your torso, tying it in the back before guiding it to the front and securing it in one of the loops. Like this one more intricate netting is sitting right underneath your chest, accenting your curves perfectly.

Yoongi finishes off with a comfortable knot at the back, travelling his hands over the ropes on his way to the front.

"The chest piece is done", he tells you, admiring his work with lovedrunk eyes, "it's fucking beautiful on you."

"You really think so?"

"Of course, hey", he takes your waist between his safe hands, tugging you close to him. His eye contact is intense and mesmerising, "you're the most beautiful person ___, do you hear me? Don’t doubt yourself."

"You're so cheesy", you murmur, having to giggle afterwards.

"I'm serious", he says, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist so you can hug him.

"I'm so happy", you confess.

"Me too", Yoongi says, caressing the back of your neck. He loves how good you smell. Happiness and so much love. You smell so good this way.

"What are you going to do next?" you ask him, melting under his loving caress.

"I could do your legs", he offers, "if you still want to continue, that is."

"Yes please, do my legs", you plead, sitting back impatiently, "should I do it like that?"

"No, stand up again."

You follow happily, gasping as Yoongi grips your hips strongly just to squeeze them.

"You're so wet, what the hell", he murmurs, eyes glued to your pussy.

"Taste it?" you offer in a shy whisper, earning yourself a glance from you.

"Don't tempt me", he says, kissing your lower tummy, "fuck, I wanna have you."

"Don't say that", you whine, rubbing your thighs together which makes Yoongi growl playfully.

He pinches your tummy with his teeth, squeezing your hips. Then he sits back on his heels, starting his art by wrapping the rope around your waist a few times until you are wearing a comfortable rope belt. It feels like unbearable teasing to have him so close to where it aches the most, but with no intention of stilling said ache. You can barely stand still without feeling the urge to rub your thighs together or buck your hips closer to him.

"Base is done", he announces, gripping the rope belt just so he can tug you closer.

"A-ah", you stumble, knees wobbling unbearably because like this you can feel his breath swirl over your pussy.

"I can do this now", he says, half-lidded eyes glued to your pussy, "I can tug you closer, princess."

You roll your hips into him, hoping for a brush of his lips. But Yoongi doesn’t give it to you, moving his head back and leaving you oh so desperate. You whine, which he ignores with a small smirk curling at the right corner of his lips.

He drops his hands from the rope belt, reaching for another set of rope. He starts off with your left leg, using the black rope to draw a pattern of tight knots and symmetrical loops down your thigh. It feels so torturously good. You are so terribly desperate for his touch. Granted, his touch has been dancing over your skin ever since he began tying, but it is not what you crave most. You want him between your legs, lapping at your aching core and gripping your hips strongly.

Yoongi lifts his head after finishing the pattern. His eyes are ruby, glowing in insatiable hunger for you. The view makes your knees wobble and for your pussy to ache even more.

"I'm so dizzy", he confesses, "you smell so fucking good. It’s so hard to concentrate."

"Please don’t hold back", you beg, rolling your hips against nothing in hopes he understands.

His eyes flicker, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Shit, princess you’re so temptatious", he croaks, squeezing your hips as his eyes flit to your pussy. He draws closer, moaning softly as he parts his lips.

"Yes, please", you keen, chasing him. Finally. Finally you will get his touch.

You can already feel it on you. His soft lips, his wet tongue, his warmth and eagerness. Yoongi ate you out so many times already that you can recall just how wonderful he feels, riling yourself up in the process.

Yoongi darts his tongue out, being so close that you can feel the heat radiate off of him. Your clit throbs, you feel excitement spill out of you.

Even closer. Yoongi inhales deeply, twisting his fingers in the rope belt. One more tilt of his head. You close your eyes in preparation, leaking like crazy.

"No", the warmth disappears, leaving you hurting in desperation, "stop tempting me. I'm not done yet."

"Yoongi please", you whimper, knees wanting to give up on you. Holy shit, you feel edged even if he didn't touch you.

"No. No whining. I have to finish this", he says, voice raspy in his own desperation. He suffers just as much as you do. He wants nothing more than your sweetness.

He works sloppily on your second leg. Not that he wants to, but his fingers are shaking and his vision is blurry and because of that, he messes up too many times for his liking.

He opens yet another wrongly done knot, lifting his head.

"Can you see what you're doing to me? I've messed up again", he says, speech impared by his fangs.

"Please hurry up", you beg, twisting his hair between your clammy fingers.

Yoongi curses, fixating his gaze back to his work. Two more knots and then the pattern is finished. He works with his breathing sped up and his cock straining his pants. One more knot. You moan above him, filling his nose with your sweet scent.

Yoongi gulps, feeling drool drip from his chin. He doesn’t bother to wipe it, instead he licks his lips and furrows his brows.

One more. He can do it. He is a master of control after all. Controlling his desire for you has to be easy for him. One more knot.

He shivers as you twist his hair again, feeling his control slip more and more.

He blinks rapidly to focus his eyes. One more knot! It’s not that hard.

Yoongi finally manages to perfect it.

"Finally", he says, "holy fuck, princess", he growls, picking you up within a second just to, one more second later, have you on top his chaiselounge, forcing a high-pitched moan out of you.

He grabs you by your rope belt and tugs you right to the edge of it, so he can kneel between your spread legs and admire your pussy.

And he does, he admires her with tripping fangs and a throbbing cock.

"You're so soaked", he growls, pulling you onto his face with the help of the ropes.

"Ah!" your voice is pitched, sounding so terribly desperate, "Yoongi", his name is soaked in pleasure, your legs are trembling.

Yoongi pins down your squirming hips with the help of the ropes, looking up at you with his mouth latched onto your swollen clit.

Your gazes meet. Yoongi thrusts his hips against nothing because of it, feeling way too desperate. You look so ruined. Eyes all out of focus and lips agape.

He breaks away from you.

"You taste fucking amazing tonight", he rasps, "I'm going crazy."

"Yoongi", you whimper, reaching for his hair.

He gives it to you with a tilt of his head, using the moment to play with your clit. With his tongue, flicking and swirling it over your sensitive bundle of nerves until he has you whimpering loudly and your hips chase him desperately.

"Shit princess", he breaks away in a demonic growl, concoction of your juices and his drool tripping down his chin, "you have too much power over me. I just wanted to tie you and now look at me", he laughs lazily, tilting his head back to show off his deep red lips glistening because of you, "drowning in your pussy juice like it's my purpose."

You mewl, silencing his dangerous tongue by pushing him onto your pussy. He moans loudly, accepting his fate with rolled back eyes.

He slurps and swallows loudly, using his entire head to grind his mouth and tongue against your pussy. He lingers on your favourite spots, speeds up when you taste the sweetest, growls when you shake in surprise.

You are moaning and whimpering above him, twisting his hair and arching your back way too often. Waiting for his touch for so torturously long was so worth it. He feels like the only heaven you want to be sent to.

Not long and his pants are pulled down just enough that he can get his cock out. The fabric of them pinches him right at his base, but Yoongi likes that sensation. It makes his cock even harder and his veins oh so swollen.

He breaks away from your pussy just so he can spit a healthy amount of your juices and his drool into the palm of his hand. He wraps his soiled hand around his cock and begins jerking himself off quickly.

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, "fucking shit princess, you got me jerking off", he tells you, smothering himself with your pussy again.

You throb against him, hips rolling up and voice trembling in your throat.

Yoongi rarely jerks off. That’s what he told you. And to know that you've got him so good tonight that he can only handle himself by jerking off makes you want to pass out right here and there. You've got him jerking off. You've got him fucking jerking off.

Just imagining how his big hand works his cock, how small it probably makes it look even if Yoongi is far from being small, just how prominent his veins must look. How his knuckles most definitely turned pale because you learned that if Yoongi grips his cock, he grips it hard. And then how wet he must be, how his spit and your juices are mixing with his precum and covering every single inch of his swollen cock and huge hand.

"Fuck Yoongi, please slow down", you beg, because your own imagination got you way too close.

Yoongi breaks away, licking his soiled lips.

"Are you close?" he asks, arm tensing and relaxing in sync with his hand around his cock. It taunts you that you can't see more. Just his arm and his torso moving. Nothing more.

"You're jerking off, it’s so hot", you keen, painting a dark smirk to his lips.

"Only you can make me wanna do that, princess", he rasps, sticking out his tongue only to seconds later drag it through your folds to your sensitive clit.

You tense up. Shudder. Moan.

Yoongi flicks it right where it feels the best, fueling the fire, which seconds ago died down so gently. The flames are getting hotter and hotter again, your stomach tightens uncontrollably.

"Slow please", you beg, twisting his hair.

Yoongi squeezes around his sensitive cockhead, growling into your pussy. He won't slow down because he wants you to cum on his tongue. It’s all he needs.

"Yoongi please, I'm gonna cum", you mewl, kicking the pillows desperately.

"Good", he growls, pinning down your hips whilst twisting his hand around his cock. He flicks his tongue over your favourite spot, lifting his gaze because he knows it is time.

"I'm cumming", you gasp, coming undone with an arch of your back as you throw your head back as far as possible.

Yoongi moans deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. Your taste becomes a hundred times better, coating his throat and tongue.

"Fu-uck", he gets out and then his cock throbs in his own high, soiling his hand and clothes with his hot seed. It’s the best fucking orgasm ever, he thinks, as he keeps licking your clit even through his shakes.

He wants you to feel fucking eternal and you do. You feel so fucking good.

You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears once you come down, flinching in overstimulation which Yoongi thankfully registers. He pulls back, littering your inner thighs with kisses instead.

"Good job, my princess", he praises, voice trembling in the aftershocks of what just happened.

"I'm so dizzy", you get out, staring at the far away ceiling and wondering if it has always been dark blue (it has).

"Me too", Yoongi agrees, climbing atop the chaise lounge with wobbly knees, "look at what you made me do."

Your eyes flit down, "oh god, Yoongi", you have to laugh, "how hard did you cum?"

"So hard, it’s everywhere", he says, plopping down on top of you, "that was the best orgasm ever."

"Really? The best ever?"

"One of many. You’re so good", he says and lifts his head, "but how are you doing? Is everything alright with you?"

"Yeah", you say in a cute voice, expression becoming terribly goofy, "I'm so fuzzy and happy. You made me cum so hard."

His features soften, "that’s what I like to hear. You’re my queen, you deserve the best."

You giggle.

Yoongi cups your face, caressing your cheek with his eyes spilling over in love.

"You're so cute", he says, "shit, I wanna put you in my pocket."

"Please do, I bet it's so cozy", you say, making him chuckle and pinch the tip of your nose.

"I'll eat you", he says, kissing your cheek before biting it carefully, "my princess", he whispers solely because he loves nothing more than those two words.

You chase his closeness, feeling so incredibly warm and safe. He wraps his arms around you, rolling you and him to the side so you can really hide in his chest. And you do. You hide in his embrace until the world around you is gone. It’s just you and him right now. You couldn’t handle more. Naked, high in your afterglow and so vulnerable you can only handle him to be present.

Yoongi loves to be that for you. Your escape and safe space to calm down and find your way back again. He knows that you won’t be able to talk for a while, just as he won’t get a lot of other reactions from you. You are gone in his embrace. But he doesn’t mind, he wants you to take all the time you need.

He kisses the crown of your head and closes his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of holding the only treasure he will ever have the honour of calling his’. He will clean up both of you later, he will open the ropes and run you a warm bath and then he will wash your hair according to how you showed him. And then he will cook you something small and make you tea to warm you up and he will give you his softest jumper to wear.

But for now he will lie here and hold you.

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talaok · 1 year

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A date

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: (this is the 3rd part to this fic but can be read alone) Since you didn't come last time, Peter is now determined to make you.

warnings: smut | oral sex (f receiving), sub!Peter

"Hello?"

"h-hi"

Your lips turned to a smile, as you recognized the voice on the other line.

"Hi peter"

"hi," he cleared his throat "am I disturbing you?"

You looked down at your own body lazily splayed on the bed,

no, you weren't busy

"no, don't worry" you reassured him " to what do I owe the pleasure?"

It was as if you could feel his anxiety through the phone.

He huffed a laugh before answering "I was just wondering-" he gulped "if-if you aren't busy" he trailed off "if you'd like to uhm-" you could hear him pace across his room, and couldn't help but grin "to.. y'know..."

"peter" you called for him,

"yes?"

"calm down baby"

baby,

oh how he liked when you called him that

"Sorry"

"It's fine, what did you wanna ask me?"

He took a quick breath

"if you... if you maybe wanted to get something to eat with me"

you bit down a grin "you mean a date?"

"I-I" he stuttered "would you want it to be a date?"

you wanted to roll your eyes at his cluelessness.

"I would" you promised,

Peter felt like he could faint " it's a date then"

__ __ __

"hello Petey" you smiled, walking up to him

"hi y/n" he said shyly, and you stood on your toes to land a quick kiss on his reddening cheek.

"so how are you doing?" you asked casually, hoping to melt at least a bit of the ice covering his being.

"I-I'm fine" he smiled too now, seemingly more relaxed " You?"

you beamed "I'm great now"

"so where are we going?"

__ __ __

"I like your house," you said, examining his room.

He had invited you over after what turned out to be a very nice date.

You had talked and joked, and he had made you smile and laugh so much your cheeks hurt.

You were starting to realize just how much you actually liked him, and he was starting to think he had fallen in love.

"thank you," he said, closing the door.

"what were you studying?" you asked curiously, walking to his desk and glancing at the open books and messy notes.

"oh-nothing, just math" he shrugged, walking to you to quickly close the book.

"you don't need to be embarrassed peter" you smiled honestly up at him "I like that you're smart" you grazed his arm, "I think it's sexy actually" you smirked, noticing how a breath seemed to get caught in his throat.

"I'm really bad at math you know" you sighed, "I never understand any of it"

"I could help you if you want"

"private lessons with you..." you raised your eyebrow suggestively "yeah I think I'd like that" you murmured, intertwining your arms behind his neck.

He smiled sheepishly "I think I would too," he managed to say before your mouth was on his and everything else stopped existing.

He loved how you were able to do that, how with just one touch, one kiss, the world stopped except for the two of you.

He kissed you back, trying his best to be good at it.

He was still nervous about it, about everything really.

You started walking him to the bed, your mouth still met with his, your taste still blessing his lips, and he followed mindlessly, a simple puppet under your control.

You made him sit on the bed and straddled his lap, earning a low whine from him.

Just when he thought he had no air left in his lungs, you leaned away, starting a slow trail of kisses from his cheek and down his neck.

he was in heaven, in paradise, flying above the clouds.

"Well hello," you murmured, taunting him as your hand ghosted the bulge growing in his jeans.

"y/n-" he whimpered

"already hard for me baby?" you asked, going back to kissing his mouth "can't wait to feel like last time?" you said, looking at him as ragged breaths escaped his parted mouth " want to fill me up again?"

"want to feel real good again mh baby?" you murmured, grinding on his lap, as he tried not to moan.

"y/n- wait"

"yeah, what is it?" you asked, "you don't want to, baby?"

"no, no I do" he breathed "it's just-" you watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped " I-"

"petey..." you let your fingers caress his hair "just talk to me"

"I want to make you come" he spat out, and it took everything in you not to snort.

He was blushing like never before, his cheeks as red as the blood rushing to them.

You grinned, amused "well that's what we're gonna do"

"no but last time-"

"last time was last time"

"I know but- I don't know if I can-" he was struggling to look at you "you just- you feel so good"

you chuckled softly at that "so you want to make me come another way?"

He nodded

"you're sweet" you kissed him

"well we can do that," you said, "did you have any particular way in mind?"

if you thought he couldn't get any redder, you just got proved wrong.

"no need to be embarrassed, baby"

"I-I wanted to..."

"Just tell me, honey"

"I wanted to go down on you" he whispered softly.

you bit your lip, you would have been lying if you said you weren't excited about that idea.

"ever done that?"

you knew he hadn't, but still asked

"n-no" he whispered again

You smiled softly and he felt the need to talk again, to explain himself better " But I've done research"

"you did?" You giggled "what kind of research exactly?"

"well, I-I've watched videos"

"mmhh" you hummed, smirking "I bet you liked doing that research a lot mh?"

"I-I" he could only stutter

"I'm kidding Peter"

"you wanna show me what you've learned?"

"yes" he nodded, and you gave him a quick kiss before getting off of him and onto the bed to sit beside him.

He looked frozen, so you gently put your hand on his “you sure about this baby?”

“Y-yes sorry it’s just- I want it to be good”

“Oh don’t worry I’m a great teacher” you promised, and that seemed to work as he stood up just to kneel in front of you.

His amber eyes were wide with anticipation as his pupils trailed from your calves up to your own eyes.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening, that you were actually letting him do this.

"Alright then" you encouraged "you might want to take this off," you said, your eyes signaling to your skirt.

"right," he muttered, his hands immediately reaching for it just to stop as quickly as they had moved.

He looked at you, unsure, anxious, and you nodded, trying to convey all your encouragement.

So he did it, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, so slowly in fact, that if you didn't know any better would have thought was deliberate teasing, he slipped your skirt off as you helped him out by raising your hips.

Peter had to stop a moment to admire you, sat in front of him with just some black lacey panties on,

He had to be dreaming.

"Peter" you called for him in a whisper and his head snapped up to look at you.

He raised his brows as if to say -yes?- and you smiled "I know you're not doing it on purpose but you're kind of killing me here"

"oh" he breathed "sorry"

"no worries" you stoked his cheek "here" your fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your panties "I'll help you out," you said, pulling your underwear down yourself.

His mouth gaped open, but you realized he had gotten the message when he finished shuffling the panties down your legs.

You slowly parted your legs, moving a bit closer to the edge of the bed, and his heart started pounding in his chest.

"Show me what you got then baby" you joked,

"ok" he hiped himself " you'll lead me right?" he asked

"I will" you promised, and glancing at you one more time he bent between your thighs.

He licked a long stripe between your folds and you had to bite down a moan.

Your hand found the back of his head, his hair grazing against your palm as he did it again, and then again, and then again.

This is what I mean when I say porn is unrealistic

"That's good honey, just-" you said, and he stopped, looking sorrily up at you "you see that bud on top?"

He glanced at your cunt to see what you were talking about before nodding.

"good" you said "try to focus there a bit more"

"s-sure" he stuttered, before diving in again.

He loved it,

it was a feeling like nothing else,

being buried between you, working to only please you.

He wanted it to be amazing,

he wanted to see you come because of him,

and he was already certain this wasn't gonna be the last time.

He did what you suggested, focusing more on what he assumed was the clit, licking it fast.

"here?" he asked shyly,

"Just-" you panted, "just a bit more to the left-"

He immediately adjusted himself and you could only moan loudly at the amazing feeling.

"fuck!" you cried out "that's it, baby, that's it" you spoke fast and high.

His eyes were fixated on you as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

He couldn't believe he was the one causing that, and at the same time decided he wanted even more.

He focused as his lips closed around your clit, starting to gently suck it.

You gripped his hair now "oh my god baby!" you moaned "fuck that's good"

"you're so good baby" you mumbled, your eyes shut close

"so so good," you muttered incoherently.

He could feel himself getting painfully hard underneath his torturous jeans, and as he watched your own hand travel to your tits, his hips started moving on their own, desperate for some friction, some sort of release.

You were a vision, one he was sure he'd never forget.

"you can-" you were having trouble speaking through the waves of pleasure he was coursing your way "you can use your fingers if you want"

He had to swallow the groan creeping up his throat but wasted no time before obeying.

You soon felt his finger at your entrance and braced yourself as he slowly slipped one digit inside of you.

"fuck" you whimpered, now grinding slightly onto him "use another one baby" you begged, and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers.

He immediately did, his index and middle finger now buried deep inside of you.

"good boy" you praised, forcing his crotch to grind harder into nothing.

He started driving his fingers in and out of you as his mouth kept licking and sucking your clit, and you felt like you were about to ascend to another universe.

So much for having never done this

You could feel the bubble in your belly tightening and tightening, ready to burst any second.

"yes baby" you whispered

"fuck-just like that" he kept going "just like that honey"

"don't stop" you pleaded "I'm coming," you said "Fuck-I'm coming baby" you cried, as finally, a tidal wave of pleasure drowned your own pleas and moans.

He kept going as you rode your high, and only when you opened your eyes again did he stop.

You smiled down at him, and he felt butterflies in his stomach.

"come here" you begged, and he immediately did, leaning up to meet his mouth with yours.

You grabbed his face and pulled him with you onto the bed, shuffling upwards.

He followed you, settling one of his legs in between yours, as you let your hands roam free on his body, slowly inching closer to where you suspected he needed you the most.

You kept passionately kissing him as your hand found his crotch, and much to your surprise, a wet spot on it.

You smirked into the kiss, and Peter looked confused for a moment before realizing what had happened.

"Sorry," he said, sounding defeated

"no" you cooed "don't be Peter"

"you did so good baby" you promised "so so good" you smiled, resuming to kiss him once more, already feeling the bulge on his crotch growing again under your touch.

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