#we’re gonna dress up like fairies | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fxrmuladaydreams · 6 months

Text

her video (sv5)

pornstar!seb x camgirl/pornstar!reader

summary: sebastian helps you film a video for your channel

warnings: !!CONTAINS SMUT MINORS DNI!! smut, fingering, edging

prev part next part

You had gone out a few more times with Sebastian after the first shared dinner, meeting at different restaurants and cafés to get more comfortable with one another. The more you met with him the more you talked about the collaboration that seemed to become more and more set in stone.

You’d film a video for your channel and a video for his. He asked that you give him a list of your hard limits, of the things you were absolutely not okay with, then another of things you liked and wanted to try. He discussed the use of a safeword if it ever got to be too much, or if you were ever uncomfortable. You were surprised, you hadn’t worked with anyone before, so this was all a new experience, but Sebastian put a lot of planning and care into his preparations for your filming day.

He offered up a studio that he uses as a location, but you told him you’d be more comfortable in your home. He understood, he was once a fresh face too, and could remember how anxious he was when filming in a new place for the first time.

He showed up to your house fairy early, with a bag slung over his shoulder and a soft smile on his face.

“Hello schatz.” He greeted you as you opened the door. He was wearing light denim jeans and a white t-shirt.

“Hi Sebastian. You can come in, and just set your stuff wherever.” You told him, opening the door further for him.

“Can I keep this where we’re filming?” He asks, raising the shoulder his bag is hanging from.

“Sure. I set up my camera in my room, so we should be ready to start whenever.” You tell him wringing your hands. “Did you have any ideas?”

He gives you a confused look. “It’s your video schatz, we’ll do what you want to do.” He sees you nervously hovering near the door to your room. He takes slow steps towards you then takes one of your hands in his. “You’re in control here. You say the word and we stop. Okay?”

You nod up at him, and open the door to your room.

He has to take a moment to take a deep breath as you lead him inside. It looked just like it did in your videos, the same fluffy blankets, the same soft lighting coming in through sheer curtains at your window. He notices the basket of toys that sits next to your bed. Various dildos and vibrators sit inside it.

You glance down at the basket, then back up at the man next to you.

“I was thinking maybe we don’t use those?” You ask, your voice quiet. “It’s just, this is the first time I’m filming with an actual person, why not try something new?”

Sebastian hums in agreement, and sets his bag down near the door. “Yeah, we can forgo the toys.” He sits down on your bed. “So how do you want me?”

You take a deep breath. “Well I’ve seen your videos, and I like what you do in them, so could you maybe be like that? Like kind of mean, but not too mean?”

He nods. “So like a soft dom? Yeah I can do that.”

“Okay, great.” You step towards the camera. “I’m gonna start filming now, and I’ll edit it after we’re done. And I’ll send you the video before I post it just to make sure it’s okay, alright?”

“Of course.”

You press the button on your camera to start recording. Sebastian is sat on the bed, his eyes looking just past the camera at you, waiting for your next move.

You slowly walk over to him and climb onto his lap, straddling him. He leans forward about to kiss you, but you turn your head away.

“No kissing.” You whisper to him.

“Alright.” He presses his lips to your neck instead, leaving a soft trail of kisses in his wake.

You let your head fall to the side, giving him more room and close your eyes. His teeth scrape against your skin, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. He smirks and slowly moves his hands under the bottom of the dress you’ve chosen for the video.

He brushes against the lacy panties you picked out, his fingers toying with the fabric at your hips.

“How about we see what’s under this pretty little dress?” He asks. His voice has a teasing lilt to it.

He turns you to face the camera, then slowly pulls the dress up off of you. He pulls you back down onto his lap, your legs open over his, still facing the camera. His hands travel over you, softly massaging your skin as they move over your body. His fingers play with the straps of your bra, then move back down your stomach, hovering over your panties.

“So pretty.” He says in your ear.

You gasp when you feel him softly press his fingers against your panties. He slowly traces them up and down, feeling the lace start to become damp.

“You’re already getting wet for me?” He smirks.

“Please.” You whine, your body rolling to meet his hand.

“Look at you, already so desperate.” He taunts.

His left hand goes back up to your bra, undoing the hook in the back and throwing it to the side. Your tits fall out, now rolling with the movements of your body. He cups a breast in his hand, squeezing the flesh. He softly pinches your nipple between his fingers, smiling at the soft moans you let out.

His other hand leaves your lower half and does the same to your other breast. He spends a few minutes toying with them before his hands move back down to your panties.

“You’re so wet for me, I can feel it through your underwear.” He slowly peels the lacy fabric off of you, and holds it up for you to see. There’s a decent sized wet spot on them, the spot slightly darker than the rest of the fabric. “Look at that.” He says, before tossing them aside.

His left hand holds you over your stomach, pulling you against him, while the other wanders back down to your center. His touch is feather-light as he brushes over your folds, back and forth, then finally over your clit. You jolt at his touch, squirming in his lap.

“Oh, someone’s an eager little bunny.” He says.

His words float around your head, the new name sending a flush over you.

He presses down on your clit, rubbing it in circles. He coos as you whine, your hips moving on their own accord to match with his hand.

He pulls his fingers away just as you start to feel a new wave of pleasure.

“No, why?” You whine, your own hand moving to replace his.

He quickly pulls your hand away and holds it at your side.

“Behave little bunny. Or I won’t let you cum.” He warns you.

His hand only moves back to your center once you’ve stilled on his lap. This time his middle finger runs along your folds. He slowly pushes the end of his finger inside you, gathering your slick on it, and moving it up to your clit.

“More, please sir.” The title falls from your mouth without a second thought.

He grins. “So you do have some manners?” He pushes his finger back inside you, this time curling upwards. “You’re so warm.” He says as he kisses along your neck.

His finger is longer than any of yours, able to reach deep inside you. He pushes his ring finger in as well, the thick digits spreading you open.

You moan at the intrusion. You can feel his fingers scissoring you open as you clench tighter around him.

His other hand moves down to play with your clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

Your whimpers come out rhythmically with every thrust of his fingers.

“You’re so close huh bunny? Do you want to cum?” He asks, his lips brushing against your ear.

You nod frantically. “Please let me cum, please, please, please.” You feel yourself falling closer to the edge as his finger speed up.

Then, nothing. He pulls both his hands away from you, back up to your stomach. He holds you against him as your body thrashes, searching for his lost touch.

“Well I don’t want you to cum yet. You look so pretty whining and begging for me, it’d be a shame to stop now.” He pinches one of your nipples.

You let out a disgruntled whine, pushing your hips forward, looking for some friction.

“You’re so desperate aren’t you? Let’s see just how wet you are.” He pulls your legs apart wider and prods at your folds. His fingers push them apart for the camera. They’re puffy and pink now, covered in your slick.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen.” He says as his hand cups your pussy, the heel brushing over your clit. “You’re going to beg me to cum, but you’re only going to cum when I tell you to. Okay?”

You nod. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He pushes his fingers in you again, lazily thrusting them in and out. “Now beg for it.”

You plead with him for more, for him to go faster, to add more fingers, for anything. He rests his head on your shoulder and looks down at where his fingers are inside of you. He adds a third finger and pumps them in and out of you faster.

“Please may I cum?” You ask as you feel the knot tighten within you.

“Hold it.” He commands, his thumb now tracing over your clit.

Your moans get louder and louder as you feel yourself get closed and closer to the edge. “Please? Please? Oh my god, please let me cum!”

He’s silent for a moment, then gives you a command in your ear. “Cum.”

A feeling like never before rushes over you. It’s a wave of pleasure like you’ve never experienced before. Your head is thrown back, resting against his shoulder as you cry out. He guides you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing as you come down.

He pulls his fingers out of you, and wraps his arms around you.

You try to catch your breath, your brain still a little fuzzy as he strokes your hair.

“You did so well schatz, you were so good.” He gives you soft praises.

“Thank you sir.” You nuzzle into his neck.

“No, no, no. Not sir anymore, okay? Just Seb.” He tells you. He holds you in his arms for a few minutes, then pulls away slightly to look at you.

“I’m going to get my bag, alright? I’ll be right back.” He softly lifts you off his lap, placing you next to him.

“Seb-” you reach out for him.

He dashes to the door and back to his spot next to you, now with his bag. He reaches behind him to turn off your camera, then turns back to you. He kneels down on the ground in front of you and pulls a soft towel out of his bag. He wipes his fingers off, then softly spreads your legs open. He cleans you up, apologizing when you try to close your legs from the sensitivity.

He pulls out a large sweatshirt next and places it on the bed next to you. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I figured it might help you get more comfortable.”

You give him a quiet thank you, and pull the sweatshirt over your head. The material is soft, the sleeves falling past your hands.

The next thing he pulls from the bag is a bottle of water. “I know you probably have water here, but I wanted to be prepared.” He untwists the cap for you and hands it to you.

You take it from him and start to take small sips. He pulls out two granola bars next. He hands you one, and unwraps the other, taking a bite from it.

“It’s important to drink water and have a snack after something like that.” He explains. “How are you feeling.”

“Good, tired, but good.” You give him a soft smile.

“Good.” He nods. He stays with you for a while, just chatting with you, making sure you won’t drop back into subspace.

“So should we get started on your video?” You ask, reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt you’ve got on.

He quickly reaches for your hands, pulling them back down to your sides. “No schatz, not tonight. You’ve done a lot, and you need to rest. We’ll talk about my video later.”

You stay with each other for a little while longer, just taking in the presence of one another before he realizes how late it’s gotten.

He stands up from the floor and reaches for his bag. “I should get going. But thank you schatz, I had fun.”

You’re almost disappointed to see him gather his things and get ready to leave. “Me too, thank you Seb.”

You walk him back to your front door. “Text me later, okay?” You ask.

“Of course.” He reaches for your hand and gives it a soft squeeze, then leaves your home.

He’s not even halfway to his car before he wonders when the next time he’ll be able to see you will be.

#sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel smut #formula one x reader #sv5

770 notes · View notes

redredcherries · 3 months

Text

Midsummer’s Ball with Rafe Cameron

words: 0.8k

kook!oc x bestfriend’sbro!rafecameron

Scattered with pastel gowns and accessories, Sarah’s room was filled with happy chatter as Aurora curled her brown locks with a curling iron, flinching as she burned her finger for the fifth time the past fifteen minutes.

“ Rora, let me help you.” Sarah sighed, smiling as she weaved her hands effortlessly through Aurora’s curls, curling the loose strands of hair that framed Aurora’s face.

“…There you go ! We’re gonna have so much fun tonight !” Sarah giggled as she squeezed Aurora’s hand excitedly, skipping towards the vanity to apply a final touch of lipgloss. Stifling a giggle from Sarah’s enthusiasm, Aurora gazed at the pair’s reflection in the mirror: both with bright eyes and cheeks flushed with excitement, their hair cascading in beautiful waves.

Soft pop music was playing in the background, creating an ambiance of anticipation for an unforgettable Midsummer’s Ball ahead.

Giggling as they hopped into Aurora’s convertible, Sarah and Aurora laughed the entire drive to the country club, blasting their favorite songs on repeat, earning a few glares and the attention of the attendees when they arrived. Rafe was getting his fourth drink of the night, when he spotted the pair, waltzing through the entrance casually.

“ Look who finally decided to join us, always fashionably late !” Rafe said, causing Kelce and Topper to laugh loudly, while he gulped down the drink in his hand, staring at Aurora’s silhouette as she walked by.

The venue was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, vibrant floral arrangements, casting a warm glow over Aurora's beaming smile, making her look ethereal twirling around under the lights. Aurora looked breathtaking in her powder blue gown, adorned with delicate lace and sparkling sequins. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her elegance and grace. The sound of her laughter filled the air, blending harmoniously with the clinking of glasses and the soft rustling of gowns.

“ Looking good, Rora,” Rafe whispered as he slipped in front of Aurora, who was fetching a drink from one of the servers, “ though it looks like you were trying hard to match my suit.” Smirking as he pointed towards his pale blue suit and Aurora’s gown, he watched Aurora roll her eyes in annoyance.

“ Well,” Aurora said, appearing to be deep in thought, “ I recall it was you who picked up our gowns from the tailor, is it not?” With a victorious smile on her face, she closed the distance between them and looked up into his grimacing eyes, patting his arm as she whispered sarcastically, “Could’ve just told me you wanted us to match, huh?”

Rafe stared at her twinkling eyes with his mouth slightly agape, feeling his cheeks grow hot for a moment, unable to form a good comeback instantly. Always having the upper hand, this has never happened before, making Rafe feel frustrated, yet feeling amused by Aurora’s witty response.

“ Let’s dance, pretty boy.” Aurora laughed, taking Rafe’s jittery hand in hers as she dragged him to the center of the dance floor. “ Rora, you know I don’t dance…” Rafe muttered, nervously scanning the crowd, noticing Topper and Kelce looking at him with confusion written on their faces.

“ Live a little and dance with me!” Aurora twirled around with her hands in the air, dancing along to the upbeat music. Smiling as he looked at Aurora dancing under the lights, he took her outstretched hand and pulled her closer, laughing together while the pair swayed to the music.

“ Ouch !” Aurora yelped in pain suddenly, as a server accidentally bumped into her. Falling onto her feet, her heart skipped a beat as she watched her expensive gown being stained by the spilled drinks. “Miss Clarke, I’m so sorry…” Helping Aurora back onto her feet, the careless server muttered multiple apologies as he tried to offer her some hankerchiefs.

“ Watch where you’re going, for fuck’s sake.” Rafe warned as the server scurried away quickly, leaving Aurora fiddling with her dress helplessly. “ Sorry that happened.”Rafe said softly, his eyes filled with empathy, “Here, take my jacket,"

Aurora's eyes widened in surprise at Rafe's kind gesture. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should accept his offer, but the urgency to salvage her gown outweighed her reservations.

“ Thanks Rafe,” she nodded and slipped into the jacket, relaxing as she felt the warmth and comfort it provided, “ at least it matches my dress too.”

“ Feeling better, hm?” Rafe asked, noticing the slight pout forming on her glowing face, as he resisted the urge to kiss her. “ Yes, but the stain…” Aurora started, looking down at her gown sadly.

“ I’ll send it to my laundry worker later, promise it’ll be fine,” Rafe said assuringly, pulling her close to his chest for a moment, as he kept an arm around her body. Aurora was shocked by the sudden gesture, her heart skipping eight beats at once engulfed in his embrace, while she gently caressed his arm.

“ Let’s get more drinks and have fun, yeah?” Rafe said abruptly, letting go of her while he jogged away with a smirk on his face.

“ Wait for me, you asshole,” Aurora said, rolling her eyes as she ran after him in her heels, with a smile on her face, “ you’re still infuriating as hell.”

-thanks for reading, hope u enjoyed.

💋💋xx

#obx #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #outerbanks rafe #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx cast #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey

101 notes · View notes

cottonlemonade · 2 months

Text

Stuck At The Airport

word count: 1057 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: very suggestive, smut-ish, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: you tease Oikawa over the phone while he is just aching to get home to you

a/n: I had a draft for Kuroo and Oikawa and liked them both, sorry if they’re too similar 🫠

____________________________________________

You closed the front door with an exhausted sigh, dropping your bag onto the floor. Looking forward to two weeks off you shuffled to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. The snow was whirling against the kitchen window and the frost settled on the sill.

You leaned against the counter waiting for the water to boil when you got a text from your boyfriend.

Tooru: Flight was canceled, stuck at the airport, I am so sorry, princess. I'll be home tomorrow, I promise. I love you ❤️x

Attached to the message was a picture of him pouting.

You groaned inwardly - you hadn't seen each other in weeks because he was away for a tournament and you were aching to be with him.

You missed him so much. This weather in particular called for serious cuddle time with your significant other.

After typing out a just as pouty response, you went to take a long hot shower to wash all the stress of the week away.

Oikawa was sitting at the airport, bored and antsy, bouncing his leg.

He wanted to be home with you. No stress, no hurry, just… you and him, cuddled up inside with a nice glass of wine, snuggling on the couch watching a movie and then spending the night making you forget your own name over and over...

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of these kinds of thoughts. It only made the wait seem longer.

He leaned his head against the wall, staring off into the distance, hardly registering the music over his headphones.

He closed his eyes trying to maybe catch some sleep to make the time go by faster.

A short buzz informed him of an incoming message.

At first glance it was just a picture of your bed, the headboard, slightly wonky from various intimate nights, decorated with fairy lights. It was cozy, sweet and made him feel warm inside. He wanted to be there with you.

For a minute he thought that you might snuggle up with a pillow and watch a movie without him, then he noticed something else that sent an electric pulse through his body.

On the inviting bedding glowed a small purple charging light that caught his eye. It belonged to a little something he gifted you before the last time he had to travel.

His throat suddenly felt very tight and he made sure to turn his phone so that no one could accidentally glance at his screen.

The line under the picture read:

You: Guess what I'm doing.

Tooru: My job.

Another buzzing announced a FaceTime call and swallowing hard he picked up.

You were smiling into the camera, hair damp from the shower, dressed in your favourite lacy nightgown, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"I'm guessing you're not alone."

He shook his head, his lips dry.

"Well in that case, baby, we’re gonna go back to the thrilling days of radio and you just gotta listen."

Oikawa’s eyes went dark at the implication and shifted in his seat, taking off his jacket and draping it over his lap. He wanted to tell you to stop, whine and complain that it was unfair and mean and not the right time but… the low hum of the small pink toy, your shallow breaths and quiet moans shut him up. He turned his phone around, so the screen was hidden from view (a crime really because he wanted nothing more than to watch you - but he did remember to make sure to start a screen recording), closed his eyes and listened.

You were gonna pay for this as soon as he got home.

It was a little before three in the morning when he finally unlocked the front door and stepped into the dark foyer.

The familiar smell of you made his heart jump and he hurried to take off his jacket and shoes, considering for a moment to take off his shirt to cut down on time. But he smirked thinking about how much you loved undressing him yourself so he made his way to the bedroom, anticipation tensing every muscle.

You were laying on your stomach, dressed in that short white nightgown from the afternoon, the blanket crumpled next to you. He swallowed, somehow his mouth felt too dry and too wet at the same time.

Oikawa sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about how to wake you without startling you too much. But he was also hungry… in the end he chose to run his warm hand along your plush inner thigh, while kissing your shoulders and exposed neck. His fingers just shy of where he desperately wanted to be he continued to rub, squeeze and kiss until you slowly woke up.

"Hey princess.", he said quietly, smiling against your soft skin.

"Baby, welcome back.", you mumbled happily. Turning to him you rubbed your eyes and stifled a yawn.

Oikawa licked his lips as he let his gaze wander over your body. The three weeks apart themselves had not been the problem. It was the promise of your warm form pressed against him and your teasing that made it insufferable.

"I missed you."

"I missed you more, baby." He leaned in for a kiss, bringing his hand further up between your legs and grinned at your moans.

"Do you wanna play a game?", he asked in that special teasing voice that he knew had you surrendering every time.

"What kind of game?"

He chuckled and kissed your neck again, applying more pressure with his hand, making you gasp for air.

"I like to call it Letting the neighbors know I’m back."

You let out the most adorable giggle that might have stopped his heart if all of his blood hadn’t already rushed somewhere else.

"Yes, sounds good."

He took his hand away and looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

"Y-yes, daddy."

"Good girl. But first, I think I should make you pay for what you did to me yesterday, don’t you think?"

He reached into your bedside drawer and took out the small pink toy you had teased him with.

"Be good, princess, and I'll reward you after."

With a devilish grin he pulled you towards him and leaned down for a deep kiss, setting the toy against your clit, pressing the button to start.

____________________________________________

#oikawa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa smut #chubby reader #haikyuu smut

101 notes · View notes

sc0tters · 6 months

Text

Saviour | Devon Levi

summary: at a halloween party when Devon is late his arrival isn't a second too soon as he comes to save you.

request: yes/no

warnings: creepy guy, mentions of drinking.

word count: 1.0k

authors note: we are now half way through the goalie dedication and we’re gonna have a break with a Timo fic tomorrow but after that we are right back on this train! Devon was also like so much fun to write for so I like love him now!

Tonight was meant to be fun.

Coming out to the local bar with your friends to the Halloween party. It was meant to be a night that you hoped you would be one of your best nights in your life.

You and your friends came to the conclusion that you were all going to dress up as different element fairies and you had been given fire. All of the men in the bar watched as your red dress clung to your curves and ended just below your ass “I’ll get whatever she is having.” A boy smiled as he moved to stand next to you.

It made you raise your eyebrows “and get the pretty girl a refill whilst you’re at it.” He winked causing you to scoff “I’m good alone thanks.” You shook your head taking a step back as you tried to avoid him.

The bartender sent you a sorry look as the boy didn’t let up “I think she told you to leave her alone.” A deep voice came from behind you as it made you let out a sigh of relief “who are you?” The guy from beside you scoffed.

Oh how it made you feel sick as the thought of your older brother Owen who was most likely in the crowd somewhere “I’m actually her date tonight.” Even as Devon lied through his teeth you couldn’t help it as your heart did flips in your chest.

It was stupid how you only seemed to have eyes for your brothers teammate yet as he stood there in his race car driver suit “think you need to put her on a tighter leash bro.” The drunken dude who stood a few inches taller than the goalie raised his hands in surrender “what’s that supposed to mean?” Devon took a few steps closer to him highlighting the fact that he was now your time to step between them both.

You didn’t hesitate to press your hands against his chest as you shook your head “he isn’t worth it Dev.” You mumbled praying that it was going to be enough for him to listen.

Devon smiled as he looked down to see you staring back at him “you look gorgeous tonight.” He confessed causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks “thank you.” A smile formed on your lips.

Your fingers tucked your hair behind your ear “for saving me from him too.” You added motioning to the guy who was now walking off.

The goalie nodded tapping his fingers around the rim of your glass “I’d always protect you little P.” All of the guys begun calling you that when they realised that Owen had a sister and they just didn’t look back from it.

But of course you took that from the other guys yet you always felt Devon chip away at your heart when he did that “let me get you a drink to make up for it?” You proposed with a shrug causing him to nod “I’d love that.” Devon smiled locking his hand in yours as he hoped to not lose you on the short trip.

In all honesty you truly had no clue how you ended up forming that crush on Devon, it just sort of happened as he always treated you like an equal. After games whilst all the boys just said hello, Devon was the only one who wanted to know what you thought of the games and his performance.

So for the two of you getting the chance to finally speak about things that hadn’t had room in previous conversations. Everything from you to him and everything in between was brought up as you laughed watching him drive you back to your place.

His hand barely left the small of your back as he walked you back to apartment “I had fun tonight y/n.” Devon said your name letting it roll off of his tongue like butter as it sounded silky “I did too.” You were glad that you hadn’t seen any sights of Owen throughout the night as it meant he stayed home.

Your door teased you as it stared at the two of you “this is me.” You sighed looking down at your bag as you begin to search for your keys.

Devon seemed to feel your disappointment as he shoved his hands into his pockets “good night p.” His voice was soft as you unlocked your door. The goalie felt brave when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The world seemed quiet as you smiled stepping into your apartment. You let the door shut behind you as you pressed your fingers against where his lips had been on your cheek “fuck me.” You mumbled hitting your head against your door.

Quickly you turned yourself to open the door “Devon wait!” You called out running down to catch up with him “you okay?” Devon furrowed his brows as he wrapped his hand around your arm to help slow you down as you came to him “I just couldn’t let you leave just yet.” You explained chewing at the inside of your cheek looking up to see his blown pupils staring back at you.

His smile put your mind at ease as you licked your lips “thanks for a good night Devon.” You leaned up kissing his lips as your hand pressed at his chin. Devon didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist pulling you in close when your lips perfectly went against his.

Neither one of you cared how you were in the hallway as you moaned against his lips “wait baby.” Devon was quick to pull away before he got too carried away “if we do this then I want to do it right.” His words made you whine as you rolled your eyes.

It made the goalie laugh as he pecked your lips once more “I’ll pick you up at nine for breakfast tomorrow.”

#ambers goalie dedication #devon levi imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #oneshots #imagines #amber writes fics

115 notes · View notes

berryhobii · 10 months

Text

Late for Work: Clocked Out(jjk x reader)

Pairing: Husband!Gamer!Jungkook x black!female!reader

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Mentions of engagement, reader has a sister in this, mentions of wild hotel sex, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m receiving), multiple orgasms(m and f receiving), riding, reader’s knees are built Ford tough, like really, reader rides him like a professional, standing sex, standing doggystyle, strength kink, praise kink, spit kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mentions of past exhibitionism and voyeruism, idk if I’d refer to this as dubious consent but Taehyung and Jimin listen willingly to reader and JK having sex although they don’t outright consent to it, mentions of Jimin and his partner being voyeurs, reader has a thigh tattoo, reader is dark skinned

A/N: Hi! I’m back with Part 2 of my Gamer!Jungkook smut. This is really just straight horny, desperate sex🤣I contemplated just making this a sweet cockwarming scenario but then I thought….NAH. Reader and Jungkook are so I’m love and attracted to each other. I also included a little snippet of what I’m thinking of doing for a Jimin drabble. There aren’t enough stories about OC/Reader’s being voyeurs so I want to take a crack at it. It’ll probably be about Jimin/OC after listening to this couple’s escapades in Taehyung’s bathroom🤣🤣Next on my list is a Seokjin x roommate!reader, a Hoseok x Stripper!reader, and a Taehyung x NudeModel!reader. I also have an idea for an OT7 x Succubus!reader story where reader collects each member like infinity stones🤣. I actually want to attempt my first collab with that idea so if anyone wants to contribute, please reach out! Anyway, enjoy this! Criticism is always accepted. Stay safe💜

The only thing on your mind the entire time you were at work was Jungkook’s cock. You angrily ate your bagel in the car, trying to force down the throbbing between your legs. Stupid meeting! A few minutes more and you would have had that glorious cock right where you wanted it.

Letting your frustration out on your squishy steering wheel cover, you let out a deep sigh. You inhaled a few deep breaths, putting on your fake smile before stepping out of your car.

The meeting went pretty well. Your other coworkers covered for you until you got there. Jungkook’s cock wasn’t even on your mind once you got in front of that board to give your presentation.

Like always, you amazed them with your thoroughness and well thought out plan and it would be put into effect within the next few months.

“We’re going to lunch. You coming?” One of your coworkers asked.

You shook your head, politely declining. “No thanks. Jungkook made my lunch. I’m gonna call him.”

They let out some ‘oooo’s’, your eyes rolling but you couldn’t fight down the smile.

“I wish I had a buff tattooed husband to make my lunch.” One of them dreamily sighed to which they got nudged by someone else.

“You’re gay though.”

“So? I can still have straight thoughts.”

Spinning around in your desk chair, you pulled out your phone, tapping the screen to wake it up. A smile spread across your face at the photo on your lock screen. It was a selfie you took after Jungkook proposed—your lips locked in a kiss and your left hand raised to show off the rock on your finger. You remember that night so clearly. Your sister had come down from America to distract you for the entire day while Jungkook prepared the surprise. She randomly offered to do your hair and makeup, saying it was something she wanted to try for her small business. Of course, you thought nothing of it since you’ve helped her plenty of times. You still didn’t connect the dots when she told you to dress nice or when she loaded you into the car and drove you to an outdoors gazebo lit up by fairy lights and surrounded by your favorite flowers.

And there was Jungkook standing at the end, dressed to the nines and looking like the man of your dreams. You were too stunned to even move. Was this really happening? A gentle push from your sister moved your feet forward until you were standing before him, tears threatening to spill past your waterline.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle like that again but that time, with this on your finger.”

Then he got down on one knee, pulling out a velvet box and opening it, showing you the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen in your life.

That night was so magical. High off the endorphins and the overwhelming love you had for him, you two made passionate love all night, whispering your promises of the future on each other’s lips.

…..the room was so heavy with the scent of sex that you had to open all of the windows…..the hotel even charged you another cleaning fee because of how messy you left it.

Mhmm….

You clenched your thighs together, the memory igniting that flame back within you that you had managed to calm down.

Quickly unlocking your phone, you went to your FaceTime app, clicking the contact labeled “Mines💍🩷”. It rang twice before his face popped up on the screen. You were angled down which told you his phone was in his lap, both of his hands working on his game controller.

“Hey baby. Lunch time?”

You sighed, leaning on your palm. “Yeah. I just finished my presentation. Nailed it like always.”

He smiled. “I knew you would. You’ve been working really hard on it. I’m proud of you.”

His praise made you giggle, kicking your feet. “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without your support. And my coworkers too. Anyway, what are you up to?”

“Playing some COD with Taehyung and Jimin. I was about to heat up some leftovers. Have you eaten your lunch yet? Ah! Come on, man!” His outburst made you smile, your eyes going to the veins in his arms that bulged with his movement. Those veins…….they bulged the same way whenever he’d choke you.

Looking around your office but finding no one around, you leaned closer to your phone to whisper, “baby…..I’m so horny.”

Your husband smirked, not taking his eyes off the television. Fucking tease….

“Oh yeah? Sounds like a problem for after work.”

Huffing, you said, “when I get home, you’re gonna get it.”

The smirk never dropped from his face. “I can’t wait.”

You were surprised the cops didn’t pull you over from how you were speeding home. Not even rush hour traffic could stop you from getting home. You weren’t even sure you were parked correctly but you couldn’t think about that now.

Rushing into your apartment building, you sped walked to the elevator, almost breaking the button from how hard you pressed it. Ugh! Aren’t elevators supposed to be faster than stairs? You would take the stairs but you didn’t want to tire your legs out right now. That was for later.

Why is it that when you were in a rush, unlocking your door became harder than trying to sleep after fresh braids?

You finally got the code right, throwing the door open and entering your apartment. You didn’t even remove your heels, tossing your bag on the table next to the door before rushing into the living room where your husband was sitting.

He heard the slam of the door but didn’t move. This was gonna be fun.

He didn’t greet you like he always did, not wanting his friends to know you were home. He just glanced back at you before turning his attention back to the screen

You rounded the couch to stand next to him. Your eyes took in his relaxed frame—he was manspreading(because why wouldn’t he be?)in a pair of shorts and still no shirt. His hair was pushed back with a hair band and looked slightly damp, telling you he had showered after you left. Probably a cold one.

He was wearing his headset too, one side pushed behind his ear. That told you he was definitely playing online with his friends. Normally, you’d convince him to stop playing so that you could have your way with him. You just didn’t really like the idea of Jungkook’s friends hearing you two get it on. Ironic considering you two have fucked in both of his friend’s houses before with them just a room away but that was different! This would be intentionally not trying to hide it. Could you live with that inevitable awkwardness afterwards?

Eh. You’ve sat through worse. Nothing would ever be as awkward as that day when your cousin aired out all of the family business a few thanksgivings ago. Even you spit out your lemonade at hearing that your aunt was lying about who her eldest son’s daddy was. Needless to say, family functions are now a thing of the past.

Toxic family aside, there was someone way less toxic looking delectable below you and you weren’t about to waste the opportunity. Taehyung and Jimin would get over it.

Stepping over his legs, you nestled yourself between his knees, pushing his hands that were settled over his crotch out of the way.

You’d wipe that cheeky smirk off his face.

Grabbing at the band of his shorts, you didn’t even need his help to yank them down, a sudden burst of strength coursing through your veins. His cock was already half hard, the cold air brushing against him making him shiver.

You didn’t even bother trying to stroke him to hardness, leaning forward to engulf his cock in your mouth. You weren’t even trying to get him to cum off head, you just wanted him hard before you rode him until his pelvis collapsed.

You felt his thighs tense under your hands, his own hands still working over his controller that he had moved to hold against his chest. The sound of gunshots and the dialogue of his video game didn’t sound nearly as loud as the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Drool seeped out of the sides of your mouth, dripping down to his balls.

He covered a moan with a cough when you took him all the way to the hilt. Fuck, your mouth felt amazing. He was actually surprised you dropped to your knees when you knew he was online. Then again, he bent you over Taehyung’s bathroom sink less than 2 weeks ago so exhibitionism wasn’t completely off the table for you two. He also knew you hated orgasm denial more than anything unless in an intimate setting. You must have been fuming in the car. He knew from the moment you sent him that “on my way” text that you were going to pounce him. He loved how much you wanted him all the time. It made him feel so loved. And he loved you with everything he had.

You were it for him. He wanted to be with you forever—just basking in your affection and creating some of his happiest memories with you.

The sex was a plus too.

At a harsh suck, he tossed his head back, accidentally letting out a groan.

“You good, man? Stub your toe again?” Taehyung joked.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Yeah. This coffee table sucks.” He looked down at you, your eyes already focused on him. He had to bite his lip just to prevent another moan from slipping—your eyes were watering, mascara smudging at the edges, mouth stretched around his girth.

You were a dream.

Pulling off his cock, you inhaled a deep breath. Now it was slicked with your spit, pulsing and rock hard. Just how you liked it.

Standing to your feet, you kicked off your heels while lifting your skirt to yank your panties off.

Jungkook watched you with hungry eyes, the tattoo that spread across your thigh making him wanting to sink his teeth into the fat. Maybe later. He used one hand to push his shorts the rest of the way off, kicking them away.

Once your panties were out of the way, you moved back towards him. You pushed his hands out of the way, moving to straddle his lap. Your perfume invaded his senses, his own arousal beginning to overwhelm him. He just wanted to completely wrap himself in you like a blanket.

Reaching behind you, you grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your clenching entrance.

He had to hold his breath when you began sliding down. You were absolutely soaked, walls feeling tighter than ever. You took in deep breaths, forcing your walls to relax to be able to take him in.

An airy moan came from you once he was fully inside, the curved shaft pressing right into that spot inside of you. You felt like you could cum just from this but that wouldn’t be as satisfying.

“What was that? You aren’t playing a game on your phone too, are you? I will never understand why you do that.” Jimin said with a sigh and Jungkook could picture him shaking his head.

“What are you even doing? You haven’t moved and they’re ambushing us!” Taehyung called.

Jungkook rolled his neck, blinking his eyes a few times to try and focus back on the screen but you were obscuring his view. And what a view you were.

Gripping the couch behind his shoulders, you began a fast pace on his lap, the meeting of your thighs against his lap sounding similar to the gunshots on the television. He quickly disabled his mic, tossing his head back to let out the loudest moan ever. You were right there with him.

“Fuck.” He cursed, abandoning his controller to grip the fat of your ass. He couldn’t even think about this video game right now or the fact that his kill streak was tanking. The way your walls were hugging his cock were driving him crazy. To be honest, he was feeling desperate ever since you left the house. He had to take a cold shower just to will his erection away. He could have jerked off but why would he when he had you? He could suffer for a few hours if it meant you’d come home and ride his dick like this.

One of your hands went to hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I love this cock so fucking much. I’ve been wanting it all day.” You growled in his ear, slamming down on him harder when you felt him land a slap to your ass.

“Yeah?” He breathily said and you could hear that stupid smirk in his voice. “T-then ride it.” Any other time, you would have teased how he stuttered but with your orgasm just a hairs width away, you ignored it. You’d tease him later.

Adjusting yourself until you were balanced on your feet, you began to throw your ass back on his cock—lifting yourself until just the tip was inside and then taking him right back in.

“Jungkook! Jungkook! Where are you? We’re losing!”

“Bro! Throw a grenade or something!”

He ignored the call of his friends, controller long abandoned on the floor, both hands now on your hips to give you help you didn’t need. If anything, it was more to ground himself. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck, the AC doing nothing to cool down his hot skin. The hand at the back of his neck felt like fire, your nails digging into his nape.

You yanked his head back, your own blurry eyes meeting his. His eyelashes fluttered, trying to stay open—he felt so close, like he was about to combust.

He looked so sexy like this; sweaty and breathless, mouth dropped open and eyes unfocused. His neck and chest were splotched in red, chest heaving from exertion.

You could eat him up.

Leaning forward, you latched onto that spot on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at it until a purple marked formed.

“I’m cumming, baby. Gonna cum all over your cock….” You whispered against his throat, that band that’s already been tight the entire day finally about to snap.

Your walls squeezed around him so tightly that it almost hurt, your juices dripping down his shaft and there was no doubt the couch would need to be cleaned.

One of his hands left your hips to wrap around your throat, dark eyes staring directly into yours. His gaze, along with the pressure of his hand squeezing your neck made that band snap, your orgasm hitting you harder than Chicago air in the winter.

Even so, you didn’t stop bouncing on his cock, wanting more and more. Your nails dug into his neck and the couch, mouth dropping open as your eyes rolled in your head. The pleasure traveled up your back and to the tips of your toes, your clit meeting his pelvis with every bounce, the bundle of nerves feeling a thousand times more sensitive than usual.

Jungkook wasn’t too far behind you.

“Oh my god. I’m cumming.”

You continued your pace, ass starting to hurt from where it connected with his thighs but the pain only pushed you harder.

“Fill me up, baby. Give it to me.” A little smile spread across your face, purposefully clenching your walls around him to milk him of his orgasm. Your ran your fingers through his hair, pushing his hairband and headset off until they were just hanging around his neck.

His eyes closed, his orgasm finally washing over him. Both the hand on your throat and the one on your hip gripping you tightly. The lack of air pushed you right into another orgasm, this one just as powerful as your first. Your legs shook from the force, your bounces slowing to a stop and your knees meeting the cushions of the couch.

Jungkook groaned, finally opening his eyes. “Did you just cum again?”

A new surge of energy rushed over him, the urge to cum again clouding him. Reaching for your blouse, he ripped it open, the buttons popping off.

“Jungkook!” You squealed but he ignored you, pulling the insulting fabric off your arms and tossing it on the floor. That left you in your bra, the cups holding the fullness of your breasts in the best of ways. His hands went to the latch on your back, undoing it with practiced ease. You helped him remove it, your nipples hardening once the cool air hit them. You also took his headset off his neck, placing it on the couch next to you.

He cupped both of them in his hands, squishing them together. He hummed, burying his face in the soft flesh and motor boating you. You giggled at his antics, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love these.” He sucked both of your nipples into his mouth, a shiver going down your spine. “You’re so sexy.” He nipped and licked at the supple skin, sucking at it harshly so he could see the bruises against your dark skin.

You began moving your hips against him again, humming as slight overstimulation melted back into pleasure.

“Feels so good. I love your cock.”

“I know you do. You’re gripping me so tight.” He murmured against your nipples, his eyes lifting to look at you.

Your legs felt a bit weak so all you could manage was a gentle bounce but that wasn’t enough for Jungkook right now.

Abandoning your breasts, he moved to grip at your ass again, helping you move back and forth on his cock. Your back arched, chest pressing closer to his face, his mouth still licking at your nipples.

You moaned as his shaft stroked at your walls, your cunt feeling sensitive but you still wanted more.

“Baby….more.”

Grabbing you by your ass, he hauled you up and stood to his feet. Your arms went around his shoulders, legs draped over his elbows.

Now this was your absolute favorite position. His cock hit you in all the right spots like this and the display of strength made you wetter than ever.

“Ready?” He asked.

You hugged him tighter. “Fuck me, baby.”

Getting a good grip on your ass, he began fucking you back and forth on his cock, this position causing the head of his cock to read even deeper inside of you. The pace he set was brutal, his own hips moving to meet you, fingers digging harshly into your ass.

“Oooooo….fffff-shit! Jungkook!” Your nails dug into his shoulders, toes curling at the euphoric pleasure.

“That’s right. Say my name. Whose fucking pussy is this?” His gruff voice growled in your ear. You moaned his name, syllables slurring together as your brain turned to mush. You were so close again already.

“Fuck! This fucking pussy is so good.” He tossed his head back, moving you harder against him, your walls trying to suck him back in with every thrust.

Your legs dangled uselessly over his arms, head lolling weakly against his shoulder. He could feel drool wetting his shoulder. It gave him a boost of confidence. Let him know he was fucking you stupid, just how he liked it.

“I’m cumming again.” You warned breathlessly, your hot breath blowing over his neck.

He didn’t need you to announce that, already feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Do it. Cum on my cock, princess.” As if his words were a trigger to your body, you came around him, letting out a high whine. “Good girl.”

He slowed his hips to a stop, ignoring your whine of discontent. He lowered your legs to the ground, holding you up when your knees buckled.

“Turn around.” He said but didn’t really wait for you to follow, flipping you around himself. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he bent you at the waist, kicking your legs apart. You reached up to place your hand over his, the other going to your knee.

He pumped his cock a few times, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing inside. You sighed.

Grabbing your skirt that was still around your waist and keeping the other hand on the back of your neck, he began moving his hips. Your head dropped forward, nails digging into your own skin as his cock bullied your walls.

“Oh my god, yes baby. Harder.” You moaned.

He obliged, moving his other hand to your shoulder and beginning to piston his hips in and out of you. His eyes were mesmerized by how your ass rippled against his pelvis. He could feel that pressure building in his lower tummy again.

Using his grip on you, he pulled your upper body up until your back was pressed against his chest. His hand went back around your throat, using his fingers to turn your head to the side so that he could kiss you. Your hands went to grip at both sides of his hips, digging your nails there.

Mouth hanging open, you stuck out your tongue to silently ask for something you wanted.

And of course, he knew exactly what you needed.

Gathering saliva in his mouth, he spit directly on your tongue. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, swallowing his spit and then opening your mouth again to let out a scream. He could feel your walls gripping him so tight that he had to slow down.

“Fuck. You dirty slut. You like when I spit in your mouth?” He laid a slap on the side of your thigh. Splaying his hand across your belly, he forced his way through your clenching walls. He started his pace right back up, feeling himself get closer and closer.

You began throwing your ass back against him, bringing your hand down to rub at your clit. Your fingers paired with his hand around your throat, his cock jamming into your sweet spot and the rush from him spitting in your mouth propelled you right into the strongest orgasm of your life.

Your vision spotted black, ears ringing, and muscles seizing as hot white pleasure vibrated across your entire body. Your fingers didn’t stop against your clit, the pleasure never ending.

Jungkook was also right there again, gripping you tight enough to bruise, he buried himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cum.

He fell back against the couch, bringing you down with him. Your body felt like jelly, energy drained and eyelids threatening to fall closed.

You felt Jungkook kiss your neck. “You okay?”

“Perfect. That felt so good.”

“Was it worth the wait?” You felt him smile against your skin, massaging at your sore legs.

“So worth it. I should go to work horny more often.”

“I agree.” His hand sneakily went between your legs to slap at your clit. You jumped at the sensation, whining and pushing his hand away.

“Stop. You menace.” He chuckled but relented, going back to massaging your sore body.

You two sat in silence for a little while, just basking in the afterglow and falling into a light doze. Jungkook forced himself to stay away, knowing he had to haul both of you to the bath.

He looked up at the television, realizing his game was still on. The screen told him that he was still online, just in the waiting room for another round.

Wait a second….

He reached for his headset on the couch, flipping it over, eyes widening at the green light that told him his mic was on. You must have accidentally turned it back on when you took it off him. Then that meant…..

Putting it back on his head, he softly said, “hyung?”

“Dude, you and your wife are freaks.” Taehyung said, sounding a little breathless.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you go offline? You didn’t have to listen.”

“Your wife has a spit kink? That’s hot.” That was Jimin.

“You too? I didn’t take you as a voyeur.” Jungkook joked. Yes he did. Even Jimin’s partner knew that. Jungkook’s heard one too many of Jimin’s drunken stories of him and his partner’s escapades.

“Oh yeah. Remember when you two fucked in Taehyung’s bathroom 2 weeks ago? My partner and I were walking by. It was hot.”

“Wait what? You did what in my bathroom?”

“I gotta go. Bye.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts fic #bts imagines #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #seokjin smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #bts x black reader #black representation

241 notes · View notes

sykokilljoyy · 2 years

Text

happy place - wroetoshaw imagine

request: none word count: 1742 warnings: none!

TLDR: y/n owns a cafe that harry is a regular in. he keeps her separate from the rest of his life, until he can’t anymore.

Happy Place.

Aptly named, Harry always thought. Tucked into the dainty streets of Soho, a quaint café whose warm fairy lights protruded onto the cobble in front. It wasn’t often Harry got to get away, especially in London, but here he felt safe. Not Wroetoshaw, just Harry.

Twice a week at least, he found himself eased into the corner between the disorderly bookshelves that lined the walls and the timely, fogged up windows that looked onto the lanes. Not that he got up to much whilst he was there, usually just catching up on any work, editing, even just TV shows or planning he had to get done.

A quiet break from his heavy lifestyle.

Though the blanket of tranquillity the café gave him was fulfilling enough, it wasn’t his only reason to return so regularly.

University was tough for you, equating in not only a half-decent degree, but an insane amount of debt. Picking up a few shifts at the café near your flat in the summer eventually lead to a full time, borderline ownership of the place. Tired, stressed and beyond in need of a break.

You were his main reason for becoming a regular.

A few times a week, the aged bell above the door would ring through the café, a burst of cold air sweeping the floor of the place, causing you to look up to greet the customer.

“Hi, stranger,” You would always say, catching his flustered attention.

“Honey, I’m home,” Harry would routinely reply, a nervous grin on his face as he shimmies his bag and coat from his shoulders.

“Sandra, I’m gonna take my break now for a bit,” You called out to your colleague, sorting out Harry’s usual order before joining him at the table.

There you would both sit for as long as your break would last, catching up on the mishaps of each others lives and filling him in on the co-worker drama that you were certain he didn’t care about, but he loved how heated you got when you relayed the information, how expressive you became.

In return, he would tell you the interesting things he got up to, the funny videos he filmed and ran some future video plans by you for advice. Similarly, you adored how happy he got when he talked about his videos and, especially, his friends. Not that you’d met them, he liked to keep you separate, his little escape.

That was, until today.

Thursdays were usually a slower day, the early week prep had worn off and it wasn’t close enough to the weekend for the rushes.

Sitting at the till, fiddling and doodling on your notepad, you waited for a sign of a customer. A grand total of 4 coffees had been made since you had opened that morning and part of you considered just shutting the machines off for the day.

Sighing, you moved to rearrange the cups you’d rearranged at least 5 times already. As you left your seat, the dear bell rang, a group of rushed voices piling in through the old door. Elated, you turned to greet the customers, only to be met with seemingly half a camera crew.

“Hi, welcome to Happy Place, can I help you today?” You called, your voice laced with confusion.

A flustered, bearded face greeted you, cheeks rosy from the bitter British wind, “Hi, sorry, this is an odd request, but we’re filming a stupid eating challenge and wondered if you sell croissants at all?”

Smiling, you gestured towards the display trays on the counter, seeing the man sigh with relief. Whilst him and one other hurried towards the glass to take a peek, you took the time to let your eyes wander to the other men who accompanied them.

Most were tall, dressed head-to-toe in comfortable designer clothing, which wasn’t uncommon in this particular part of London, talking animatedly to the cameras they held. It was odd, you hadn’t had anyone quite like this in the café before. Scanning between the young men, your eyes landed on a familiar face in the back, tucked away behind his friends and completely avoiding your gaze.

Harry.

It clicked quite quickly. The cameras, the friends, the somewhat matching clothing. Hell, you’d even heard him run over an eating challenge idea only last week.

A tight sinking feeling wrapped around your gut when you saw how he dodged your welcoming smile, completely pretending you didn’t exist, wondering if maybe something had happened, or was he just embarrassed? Of you?

“Can we get 4 of those, please?” The same voice from before interrupted your thoughts, snapping you back to the humidity of the kitchen.

“Yeah, of course,” You muttered under your breath, beginning to prepare the food, trying your hardest to suppress the pitting feeling of insecurity from your stomach.

“Isn’t that café you come to near here, Harry?” The question stopped you in your path.

“Oh, uh, well,” Harry stuttered, coming out from behind his friend and finally meeting your gaze, a begging look in his eye, “Yeah, it’s around here, yeah.”

“What was it called? Like Heaven or something right?” His friend mentioned in passing, ignorant to his peers anxiety.

He was being selfish, he knew he was. He wanted to keep you to himself, at least for now. It was perfect what you both shared, no stress, or labels, or nosey friends who just wanted a laugh. It would change if they knew.

“Oh shit!” A taller member of the group called out, staring at you with an ecstatic grin, “You’re Y/N! You’re the one Harry won’t shut up about, this place is his usual!”

The second those words were uttered, it was like a trigger was pulled, and at the sight of Harry’s crimson blush, the boys all blew up with excitement.

“Oh my God, you don’t understand how much we’ve had to pester him to meet you,” One of them came to you, turning from the torment Harry receiving.

Slightly quieter, “It’s amazing to meet you, finally,” he smiled, “You mean a lot to him.”

Your heart felt full. Not only did you learn he actually spoke about you when he left every week, but he spoke about you this much.

“Boys, please,” Harry managed to get out, brushing off a few more hair tussles and laughs from his peers, “This is so embarrassing.”

Pushing past, he grabbed their order, his eyes glued to his hands as he ushers his friends away from you. After a few protests, they all filtered out the weathered door, leaving the café in a weird state of uncomfortable silence. Shocked, you toppled back onto the stool, millions of thoughts running through your head.

What just happened? Was he mad? Mad at you? Mad at his friends? Something was definitely wrong, you’d never seen him like that. Well, you guess you’ve only ever really seen the Harry in your café, away from the cameras, from the eyes of others - just Harry. Maybe you didn’t know him at all.

Breathing deeply, you bit your cheek to keep your composure, the dooming feeling of anxiety threatening to creep up your chest. Before it reached your stomach, however, the door swung open once more.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Harry’s voice came through, rushed and bashful as he desperately tried to clean up the mess he made.

“Harry, it’s okay,” Your breath shook slightly, relieved he came back, but anxiety still rattled the joints in your hands as you pushed the hair from your face.

“No, no, I was so scared and, and I didn’t know how to react, and I wanted to keep you separate and I didn’t want them to ruin it and-”

“They didn’t ruin anything, Harry, trust me,” You interrupted, bringing yourself to your feet to meet his stance.

“No, I know, but I was so scared that they would, that I ruined it,” He breathed, his hands rubbing together to bring his head down to Earth again.

Heading from behind the counter, you went to him and put your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling him melt slightly to your touch.

“Breathe, Harry,” You spoke softly, feeling content when his eyes lifted to yours, “No one ruined anything. Your friends were lovely, you were scared and I was nervous. Nothing’s changed, you still have me, if you still want me.”

“Of course I do, Y/N,” He breathed, his eyes softened from the abrasive panic they were in just minutes ago, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You pulled him towards you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around your torso and holding you close to his chest, bringing you tight towards his beating heart.

Pulling away, you smiled softly, “You better get back to filming.”

“You’re right,” He reluctantly agrees, nodding and heading back towards the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.”

Hearing the silence fall again, you retreated to the safety of behind the till, a giddy smile on your face from the smell of him on your clothes.

Before you even noticed, the door was swung open and a rush of air hit you as you looked up and see him again, rosy cheeks and nervous hands. Standing to meet him, he leaned over the counter, wordlessly slipping his hand around to hold your face, softly pulling you towards him til his lips crashed against yours.

Melting to his touch immediately, your hands went to his chest and his to your waist, needing to hold you as close to himself as humanly possible, doing what he dreamed of doing for months.

You knew the way he watched your lips as you talked about your week that his mind was elsewhere, and you would be lying to say you didn’t do the same. There was an unspoken something between the two of you and now, with his lips against yours with a passion you’d only even read about, the something dissolved to a clear resolution.

You pulled away first, only slightly, placing your forehead on his, “Where did that come from?”

“Oh, come on,” He breathed, a smirk on his face, “Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted that since we met.”

Blushing, you dipped your head with a smile, silently agreeing.

“Look, I need to get back to filming,” His hand came to your chin, lifting you to meet his eyes, “But I’ll be back at the end of your shift, and we’ll go somewhere nice for dinner, maybe.”

Nodding, you couldn’t help the rising blush from the soft tone of his voice.

With a second, quick peck to your lips, he let you go. Heading towards the door, he turned to look at you once more, and you could see the blush on his face and softened look in his eyes.

His happy place.

560 notes · View notes

jadedxhearts · 4 days

Text

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮"

original ask: "Hi jadedrrose I COMPLETELY LOVE ❤️❤️❤️❤️ the Jealousy and The Experiment you wrote for Law!!!!! They are sooo good and addicting!!!! I was wondering if I can please request Law x female reader NSFW with Dialog Prompt 1. “I’m in love with you.” Thank you"

originally posted on July 25, 2022

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills!

You’d honestly thought you’d never see this day come.

When you had began dating Law, you knew from the start that he would be very closed off at times, and it would take a lot of work to form a bond between the two of you, to trust and love one another.

Not that you doubted him, but you just didn’t expect to get this far. If anything, you doubted yourself.

Today marked the day that you’d been dating Law for a year. Really, you were quite pleased with how the last year had gone. He’d really opened up to you, and you were very happy with him. But he had yet to say those words;

“I love you.” Or something along those lines, at least.

It’s not like you were upset about that, though. Law wasn’t the most affectionate man, preferring to keep all that stuff private and only saying things when he truly meant it and was ready to say so.

So here you were, staring at yourself in the mirror of the women’s bathroom on the submarine (conveniently there were only two women, so you always had plenty of time to get ready).

You’d put on a nice dress, a satin blue one. You figured Law would like it, or at least you hoped he would.

Looking over your makeup one last time, you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way up to the outside part of the submarine.

When you walked out, you noticed that there was a table with two chairs set up, Law sitting in one of the two, some fairy lights, and the guys all bothering Law, it seemed like.

“Tell her that she smells good?” Penguin suggested.

“Or that she’s the prettiest bear around!” Bepo chimed in.

“Bepo, you’re the only one who’s a bear…” Shachi reminded him.

“Oh, that’s right.”

“Enough! You guys are all idiots. No wonder none of you can get a girl to like you,” Law snapped.

The four then looked towards you with wide eyes upon hearing your laughter.

The three crew mates scurried away, leaving you and Law.

“We’re they giving you pointers? As if this was the first date?” You asked, still giggling.

“I guess,” Law answered. “I shouldn’t have asked them for any advice. They know nothing.”

You sat down across from him and smiled at the food laid out before you. A mix of both you and Law’s favorite dishes. Plus some wine.

“Aw, did you set this all up?”

“Most of it, yeah,” Law bashfully replied.

Your heart felt all warm and fuzzy, thinking about all the effort he went to just for you.

—

After the dinner, Law had taken you back to his room, and now you found yourself laid out on the bed, the skirt part of your dress pushed up as Law had a firm grip on your thighs, holding them apart as he licked at your soaked cunt.

“You taste better than that damn dinner those idiots made us,” Law muttered against you, moving his lips slightly up to suck at your clit.

“Mmm, Law… don’t stop,” you moaned.

“Not even to tell you how good you taste?”

“No!” You whined, pushing him back into your wetness, hands tangled in his hair.

As he continued sucking at your clit, he removed a hand from your plush thighs and began teasing you, touching your folds but not inserting his fingers at all.

“Sh-shit! Just finger me already!”

“Who’s in charge here?” Law asked, tone more stern now.

“You, Law… fuck.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, a grin on his face as he returned to what he’d been doing, only this time he did put his fingers in you.

His long fingers moved at a fast pace, and the suckling at your now swollen clit was becoming harder and making you feel like you were going to pass out.

“Fuck, Law… I’m gonna cum, fuck. D-don’t stop.”

He tried pushing his fingers in further, not stopping for a second. And when he added a third…

You let out a loud, nearly pornographic moan and let go of his hair to lay back, throwing your arms around your face.

Law pulled away from your pussy, smirking as he pulled your head up and presented his fingers in front of your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth and let him slide his fingers inside. His eyes never left your lips, watching the way you sucked on and lapped up all the juices on his tattooed fingers.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away and moved to get his jeans off. He then sat up against the pillows, motioning for you to come sit on his lap.

“Want you to ride me,” he told you, arms wrapping around you as you hovered over his cock.

He leaned forward and locked lips with you, kissing you passionately as he slid his length inside you. Unable to control your moans, you let out a long one that was muffled by his lips, but you could feel him smirking at the noise.

“That’s right, ride my cock like a good little slut,” he praised you, holding you tight and continuing to kiss you. “Moan into my mouth.”

So you moved your hips faster, and moaned with every thrust. You loved the way he stretched you.

“Shit, I’m already so close,” he muttered against your lips.

“Me too,” you cried. “Law, let me cum again, please- agh.”

He angled his hips and began rubbing circles on your overstimulated clit, telling you to cum on his cock and squeeze him nice and tight.

With another lewd moan, you came for a second time, followed by Law releasing his own cum inside you.

As you pulled away, you could feel your mixed juices spilling out of your cunt and down your thighs, dripping onto Law’s lap.

You collapsed, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently, too tired to fully go for his lips.

He held you close, rubbing your back and helping you relax after the intimate session. As he laid there doing so, he couldn’t help but feel… strange. His heart felt full, and the sight of you right now was simply so beautiful to him.

Law knew then, he was ready to say it.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out, interrupting the silence.

You blinked, eyes wide and you just couldn’t help but to start smiling from ear to ear.

“You… are?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me this long to say it, but I love you, (Name)-ya.”

So you hugged him tighter, this time planting a firm kiss onto his lips. “Don’t apologize. I don’t care if it would’ve taken you thirty years, I’d still be glad and feel the same. I love you too, Law.”

For the first time in a while, he smiled. A genuine smile. Law was glad that you’d been so patient with him. He wouldn’t regret this, loving you. Even if he was worried about losing you, he’d come to realize that it didn’t mean he couldn’t love you.

So, he decided from this moment onward that he’d always make sure to tell you how much he loves you, and to make sure you felt loved forever.

And you couldn’t be happier.

#law x reader #law x reader smut

26 notes · View notes

greg-montgomery · 1 year

Text

champagne problems

pic by: @masterwords

my bestie @ssamorganhotchner had a delicious angsty idea so this is it <3

angst - no happy ending

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You can still recall every second of that night.

Aaron’s arm around your waist pulled you against him as he leaned in and took your lips in his. You could feel his smile against you and it made you smile too.

“What’s up with you today?” you giggled, your hand cupping his cheek so you could look into his eyes.

“Nothing,” he murmured and stole another kiss from you. “I’m just in love.”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, shy from his romantic words.

“Oh my God!” you heard Penelope’s familiar voice and a moment later you felt her hand on your arm. “Your dress is gorgeous.”

“You’re gorgeous!” you grinned at her, lifting your head from Aaron’s shoulder and walking straight to her now open arms.

Still in her embrace, you couldn’t see her face, and missed the way she winked at Aaron when he tapped his palm against his pocket, reassuring her that their plan was going great.

“Kids, what are you still doing in there?” David’s voice came from his garden. “The food is gonna get cold.”

“We’re coming,” Aaron yelled, taking your hand and leading the way out.

When Rossi had said he was throwing a dinner party, you had thought it would be one of his famous pasta nights. Instead you found a garden decorated with fairy lights and a table full of expensive food and champagne bottles.

“Damn, what’s the occasion?” you said, grateful that Aaron pulled out a chair for you as you were distracted by the decorations.

“I’m rich,” David shrugged. “Why not spoil my friends?”

“No complaints from us,” Derek laughed.

“None at all,” Emily added, already taking a few bites out of a breadstick.

It seemed like everyone was in a good mood, and most of all, your boyfriend. Of course, you were happy about it, but it felt like you were not involved in an inside joke. Like everyone knew something you didn’t.

Left out, was the word. You somehow felt left out on the same evening that everyone’s attention seemed to be on you. You just didn’t know why.

Soon, the champagne bottles were open and your friends’ laughter filled the air around you. With their drinks in hand, they urged you to join them dancing, so you pulled Aaron by his hand to slow dance with him.

He looked so handsome, every line of his face begging to be kissed by you. You told him so, before kissing the spot behind his ear that always made him melt.

“Hey, easy now,” he whispered.

“Your new cologne has been driving me crazy,” you said, low enough so no one else would hear. “I want you.”

“Don’t worry,’ he said, softly, pressing his lips against your temple. “I have big plans for tonight.”

“You do?” you raised your eyebrow with a playful smile.

“Mhm…” he smirked and without dropping your left hand, he distanced himself from you, enough so he could get down on one knee.

You blinked slowly at him, realizing what he was about to do.

Breathing didn’t feel effortless anymore, and the feeling of everyone’s eyes suddenly on you got unbearable.

You looked down, finding the man you loved, staring at you with adoration. You saw a ring in his hand, sparkling, and waiting to be around your finger.

You saw a man you’d be proud to call your husband.

But you also saw a young girl who hadn’t figured out her life yet, being a wife to a grown up man who had already lived most of his. You saw a little boy calling you his mom, when you still felt like a kid yourself. You saw a life you weren’t ready for.

“Y/N…” Aaron said, maybe too focused on his speech to read your panicked expression. “You are the love of my life. My best friend, my partner, and the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. There’s no one else I can imagine having by my side in this life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my Mrs. Hotchner?”

The silence from you was deafening even with that romantic song playing in the backround. You saw Aaron’s expression shift, as he realized that the ‘yes’ he was expecting was never coming.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry, Aaron.” You pulled your hand away, letting Aaron’s drop to his side. “I can’t.”

You left him there, rushing back to your seat so you could grab your purse, wanting nothing more than to disappear. You didn’t dare to look at anyone’s faces, knowing you’d only see pure shock and judgment.

You cried in the back of a taxi all the way home, struggling to remember where you had last seen your suitcase, certain you’d be using it soon.

—

You look down at the phone in your hands.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes!” a lovely woman’s voice comes from your device. You watch as she lets Aaron slip a ring on her finger, and throws herself on him; a huge grin on her face just like on everyone else’s in that room. “Our boss man finally settled down. I love love <3” is Penelope’s caption on her post. You didn’t have the heart to unfollow her like you had everyone else from the bau. Well, she was the only one who hadn’t done it first to you anyway.

You hesitate to double tap on your screen to show your joy over your ex’s engagement. You’re not sure that’s how you feel. You’ve been thinking of him a lot, but - judging from the video you just watched - he isn’t.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner angst #hotch 🪐

198 notes · View notes

elementary-my-dear-daddy · 20 days

Text

Captivated

Analogical (Virgil & Logan)

Warnings: Intoxicated sex, smoking, blood/violence mention, jerking off

Read it on AO3!

Summary: Punk!AU where Logan is absolutely fascinated by the lead of a local band at a house show.

The harsh ring of feedback coming from the shitty speakers set up in the backyard of the house show Logan was at seemed to make his skull buzz. Contrary to what Remus tells all of their friends, he was not dragged, lied to, or forced to be here. He liked the thrum of loud music and enraged lyrics spat towards him, it was a good place to decompress and let go of the rigid persona he typically presented. He could give up the polos and ties and neatly combed hair for a night in favor of a less maintained appearance, which felt rather freeing. Tonight he’d borrowed a pair of ragged crust pants from Remus and opted to wear a sleeveless tank that showed the slightest bit of his Oxytocin formula tattoo on his shoulder, and of course exchanged his dress shoes for sturdy boots just in case he’d end up near a mosh pit. Speaking of, Remus found him just as the next song started, waving him over to the gate into the yard so they could actually hear each other. He successfully managed to work his way through the crowd and noticed that Remus was pulling something out of his pockets.

“What’s that?” Logan asked loudly, trying to be heard over the loud screaming of the song.

“I scored a few spliffs!” Remus yelled back, pulling out two of the mentioned items as well as a lighter, “Want one?”

Logan nodded, waiting for him to light his own before taking one for himself. He let the end rest in his mouth while he clicked the lighter a few times to produce a flame. He didn’t see the harm in occasional vices like these, so long as they remained occasional, and if they helped him let loose, well that’s just an added bonus. He exhaled the first hit slowly, just like the other taught him to do when they were skipping classes together in high school.

“These aren’t laced, right?” He thought to question.

“Probably not.” Remus shrugged, “I got ‘em out of a nightstand, so unless whoever lives here wanted to poison themselves I don’t think so!”

Logan rolled his eyes, taking another drag. Of course Remus stole them, “Let’s hope we don’t get caught then.”

“Have I ever gotten caught?”

“Don’t you remember junior year when we-”

“Have I ever faced consequences?” He shot with a grin.

Logan frowned, “Unfortunately, no.”

“Fuck you too, stiff.” Remus blew a cloud of smoke in his face with a laugh.

When the taste and smell of burning filter hit them they flicked their spliffs to the ground, taking care to stomp both of them out (If Remus was going to cause a fire, it would be intentional). There’d been a lull in sound as a new band started to set up after the last. It wasn’t much of a stage, just a few amps, a drum kit, and a platform of old wooden pallets and scrap that raised the performers up slightly. Logan leaned against the cinderblock walls of the yard separating it from the neighbors who so graciously put up with what went on here and watched over the crowd. Small groups chatted, drank, smoked and what could only be described as dicked around the venue. He took it in, smirking to himself as he thought about how just a few years ago he’d be appalled at such deviant behavior. Now, he happily participated in it all.

His attention gravitated towards the new band, notably the man at the front fussing over what looked like a bass. Heavily decorated with tattoos, piercings, and a magenta dyed mess of hair, he seemed so… compelling to Logan. He slung his instrument over himself and wandered up to the microphone set up at the front.

“Hey, shut up we’re gonna start.” He spoke, setting off the feedback on the mic again. The crowd hushed and began to gather towards the stage. The man spoke again, “We’re Fairy Certain by the way and we write songs about gay sex.”

There were four clicks of drumsticks counting the band in before noise assaulted the crowd. A fast driving beat drew people to the front, with a few people starting to headbang and form the beginnings of a pit. There were a few bars of instrumentals, before the man at the front leaned into the mic again.

“We aren’t a crime… Not on my time…”

Logan paced over to the edge of the crowd, gazing up at the stranger with a hazy expression. Lithe fingers plucked over the stings of his instrument quickly as he yelled into the microphone, captivating Logan.

“I’ll be your man…that way you can…”

His mind could have been addled by smoking, or from the rush of adrenaline the music gave him, but the singer seemed to glow up on the stage. He wondered if it was just a trick of light from the porch lamps reflecting in the second hand smoke from various sources or if it was actually radiating from the man.

“Be my boy, let’s destroy the fucking world “

Over the course of the performance, Logan got closer to the stage. He moved with the crowd, shuffling along as the tempo of each song changed. There were a few times he landed at the edge of the pit and absentmindedly pushed its participants back towards the violent center. It was one of those times when the crowd was fully ramped up that he felt a rough shove at his back, launching him forwards into the action. He was caught up in the chaos and tried to get his head on straight to escape it. He dug his shoes into the ground and shoved the nearest body, only to feel himself get slammed by another in his side. When he turned, an elbow collided with his face. In a few seconds, he was completely disoriented and knocked over onto the dusty ground. He had enough sense in him to cover his head and curl up, waiting for the pit to dissipate or for someone to pick him up. Luckily, it was only a few moments before someone was grabbing onto his arm and yanking him back to his feet.

After getting his bearings and dusting himself off, he noticed the music stopped and everyone in the immediate vicinity was staring at him. The person who grabbed him still had a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look and was met with the same man who had been performing this set. Now that he could see his face a little more clearly, he saw the touch of black eyeshadow beneath his brown eyes. He looked at Logan with a worried expression, checking for any distress in his face.

“Hey. You ok?”

Logan opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He nodded instead.

“Your lip is bleeding.” The stranger pointed out, “Hold on wait here.”

He watched as the other hopped back up on stage and leaned into the mic again.

“Learn your fucking show etiquette assholes, you’re supposed to pick up someone if they fall! That was our last song anyway. Whatever.” He stepped off the stage and returned to Logan, who was more or less at the peak of his trip and was unable to do much besides stare. The man grabbed his hand again and led him back into the house.

Logan was taken past a long line of people to the house’s bathroom, the two of them cutting off the next person in line for it.

“Hey what the fuck?”

“I’m just getting the first aid kit, gimme a sec.”

Logan waited in the doorway, watching him dig around under the sink until he retrieved what he was looking for. The stranger once again grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the back of the house, grabbing keys from the chain on his belt and unlocking one of the bedrooms. He was sat down on the bed, waiting as the other opened the kit up and found some things from it.

“I’m Logan.” He managed to say.

“Virgil.” The other responded. He took Logan’s chin in his hand as he analyzed the injury, “Don’t think you’ll need stitches but this looks pretty nasty. You took a few decent hits out there, huh?”

Logan stared at him with wide eyes, blushing, “Is it that obvious I was smoking?”

Virgil looked at him, confused at first, and then with an expression of realization, then a soft smile, “I meant in the pit, but now that you mention it your eyes seem kind of dilated.”

“Oh.”

“Just hold still for me, Logan.” He said, taking a wipe to the cut. Logan winced and would’ve pulled away if not for Virgil’s hand holding him in place. Soon enough the blood and dirt were wiped away and some salve was applied to help it heal. It helped bring him back to earth for now, his high finally dying down enough for him to feel the pain of the injury and the awkwardness of the situation.

“Sorry, I should have been more careful out there.”

“No, not your fault. Some asshole pushed you in, I saw him.”

“He didn’t happen to have no shirt and a mustache, did he?”

“He did.”

“Remus. A friend.”

“An asshole friend.”

“That defines him very well actually.” Logan said, earning a chuckle from Virgil, “Sorry to make you end your set. I liked it a lot.”

“Thanks, but don’t worry about it.” Virgil shrugged, “Rude people don’t get to hear my awesome gay sex music anyway.”

Logan smiled, “Why do you write about it?”

“Dunno. I’m gay. I have sex. I like to yell about it.” He closed the lid on the first aid kit and set it off to the side, turning back to Logan, “Why do you go to these types of shows?”

“They let me relax, as hard as that might be to believe.” Logan answered, “Plus it isn’t a bad way to meet people.”

“True.”

They both sat there on the bed for a moment. Loud music from the next set of musicians started, slightly muted by the walls of the house, filling the brief silence between them.

“I bet you meet a lot of people at these shows.”

“Sometimes.” Virgil responded, “Everyone wants a singer but no one wants a bassist. They cancel each other out.”

“Surely that’s not accurate.”

“It’s true, and yet we’re the best with our fingers.” He joked, holding up two fingers and mimicked the action of plucking a bass, “You trying to say something?”

Logan rubbed his arm nervously, “Oh, I didn’t mean like- well… you are attractive but I meant, sorry.”

Virgil laughed at the other fumbling over his words, “It’s okay, it’s cute.”

“What is?” He asked, still a little dazed.

“You are.”

“Oh…” Logan turned red. It was hard to see in the unlit bedroom, but still noticeable, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Virgil replied, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but do you wanna stay for more than just the music?”

It took Logan a few seconds to process what Virgil meant, but when he got it he looked back at the other man and nodded quickly.

Virgil acted quickly, going to straddle Logan’s hip and capture his lips in a kiss. He was careful to avoid hurting him further, but he couldn’t help but intensify the kiss when the faint taste of blood entered his mouth. Logan was overwhelmed just by a simple kiss. The other’s tongue piercing ran under the roof of his own mouth, while the twin hoops from his spider bites pressed into the flesh of his lips. He tried to match the force that Virgil gave, but found himself content just being the recipient of the affection, only making a lazy attempt to lick into the other’s mouth occasionally.

After a few minutes of this, Virgil pulled away, taking in the sight of a lust drunk Logan. He pushed him to the bed lightly before going at it again, this time letting a hand roam underneath the thin fabric of Logan’s shirt. The feeling of Virgil’s hands exploring his skin excited him and he arched into the touch as soon as his hand ghosted over his pecs. A soft moan left his mouth, causing Virgil to smile against his.

“You like that baby?”

“Mhm.” He responded.

“You want more than this?”

Logan gasped as Virgil ran his thumb over his nipple, “Please, yeah.”

“Let’s get these out of the way then.” Virgil said, playing with the hem of Logan’s shirt and pants.

They both quickly scrambled out of their clothes, flinging them out of the way as they pressed quick kisses and gentle touches to each other's newly exposed skin. When they stripped down to just boxers, Virgil urged Logan to lay down on the bed once again. He rubbed at the other’s thighs as he hovered over him, quickly noticing the small wet patch forming at the top of the tent in Logan’s underwear.

“Fuck, so hard already? That’s fucking adorable.”

“Virgil…” Logan whined.

“I know babe, I know.” He reached to pull his own length out of his boxers, spitting on his hand and slicking himself up, letting a quiet moan leave his lips as he did. Once he worked himself up he took out Logan’s cock, leaning forward until he held them both in his hand. He stroked them together, listening past the loud music coming from outside to hear all of Logan’s noises.

Logan bucked his hips up into Virgil’s hand, looking at how handsome he looked above him. Tattoos covering his chest, arms, and sides, all glistening with the effort of performing both before and now. His expression, lips slightly parted, brow furrowed, messy hair sticking to his forehead, and eyes squeezed shut in focus as he jerked them together, it was so incredibly hot. He let out a groan as the other twisted his wrist just right so his palm ran over the head of his dick.

Virgil opened his eyes to see Logan writhing in pleasure beneath him, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. He moved his hand over their lengths faster, gripping them harder than before.

“Fuckkkk Logan, feels good.”

“Uh-huh, faster!”

“You want more? Huh?”

“Yes!”

Virgil increased his pace and leaned forward to kiss him again, not being as gentle as before and biting Logan’s lip between his teeth as they got off. They both thrusted into his grip, moaning into each other’s mouth. It was when Virgil ran his tongue piercing over the fresh cut on his lip that Logan felt that familiar heat curling in his veins.

“ ‘m close!”

“Me too, shit-” Virgil cried as he stroked them as fast as he could. He captured Logan’s mouth in another long-lasting kiss, the other whining constantly as his orgasm built.

With a final couple touches from Virgil, they both toppled over the edge together. They spilled over each other’s cocks and stomachs, panting from the quick fuck. Once they rode out the pleasure, they collapsed beside each other on the bed.

VIrgil was the first one to break the silence of the afterglow, “How’re you doing, Lo?”

“That was really good.” Logan breathed, turning his head to rest against the other boy’s shoulder.

“Good, good.” Virgil sighed and reached for his shirt, cleaning the come off of the both of them. Logan watched and grimaced.

“You’re not going to wear that out, are you?”

“No, I’ll just toss it in the laundry tonight.” He replied, throwing it off to a corner of the room.

“Wait.” Logan finally put the two dots together, “You live here?”

Virgil nodded, “Yeah. I wouldn’t be as much of an ass about everything tonight if it wasn’t my place.”

Logan thought for a moment, “Was your door unlocked when you came in here?”

Virgil looked at him with curiosity, “Uh, yeah, I thought I locked it but I guess I didn’t. Which is weird because I normally check a bunch of times to make sure it’s really-”

“Check your drawers.”

Virgil leaned over to check the bedside dresser drawer where he kept all his smoking stuff that he usually used to relax before bed and, lo and behold, a few joints and spliffs he rolled before were missing.

“How did you-”

“I’ll make Remus pay you back.”

#jamming out #not safe for sanders #fics #nsfs analogical #punk au #sorry i didn't respect the poll results #inspiration works in weird ways and it made me stay up till 4am to write this

11 notes · View notes

herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

Text

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 9 Family Photos!

Some of these are a little shorter than others... Sorry, I got stressed by the deadline and didn't have a whole lot of inspiration.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

🖤‼️Port Mafia family photos? Chaos. This (probably awful) idea was proposed by none other than the head of the PM himself, Mori.

🖤‼️Challenge number one: getting Aku into festive clothing for the picture. He is ridiculously stubborn when it comes to his outfit, and no amount of pleading can get him into anything other than his black coat. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that this is not a challenge you will win.

🖤‼️Challenge number two: getting everyone in the damn picture. The poor photographer is almost in tears by the end with how uncooperative everyone is, also he can’t say anything cause this is the MAFIA and he could be murdered.

🖤‼️Challenge number three: Aku refuses to smile. You also will not win this one, he’s just gonna look like the grumpy emo teenager that every family has.

🖤‼️It's… an interesting photo. And it's definitely going up on your refrigerator!

Mikuni

💛🤠He’s definitely the one that suggested family photos. Misono fought him on it for so long before Lily convinced the angry runt it was a great idea to have Christmas pictures with all the servamps and eves.

💛🤠It's chaos. It's just a whole mess. Kruo doesn't want to be there, Licht is kicking Lawless around Mahiru is TRYING and failing to keep the peace. Mikuni himself is trying to set up the camera, which isn't going well.

💛🤠It takes like, 15 tries to finally get a decent picture because Lily keeps trying to strip for the camera.

💛🤠In hindsight, he really should have just settled for a picture with you and Jeje.

Macbeth

🤍🖤We’re gonna do this with Crime Sorciere because I sincerely doubt that Brain wanted to organize Christmas pictures for the Oracion Seis. Anyway, Jellal wanted Christmas cards to send to Fairy Tail (mostly Erza, let’s be honest). As such, he is slightly obsessive about making this Christmas pictures perfect.

🤍🖤Macbeth is sick and tired of Christmas pictures within five minutes. It’s so boring! He’s gonna fall asleep! Richard and Meredy are honestly the only ones that are ok with this. The others are sick of Jellal’s obsessiveness.

🤍🖤By the time Jellal has gotten everyone where he wants them, Macbeth has indeed fallen asleep on your shoulder. You can gently shake him awake or wait for Jellal to notice and watch the world burn (he won't notice until after the picture is taken).

🤍🖤Jellal ends up with a nice card regardless, and Macbeth gets a nap out of it so it's all good.

Freed Justine

❤️🎄Thunder Legion Christmas photos are a riot, honestly. We’re gonna say this is during Laxus’s banishment because I don’t want to include him.

❤️🎄Freed organizes the entire procedure, and Bickslow makes it his personal mission to mess it up as much as he can. You probably side with Freed on this issue because it’s Christmas and you don’t want to stress him out too much, the Christmas tree incident was already enough stress.

❤️🎄Bickslow insists that Freed wear Christmas lights and ornaments in his hair. He pesters the poor green bean until he relents. Bickslow himself rocks a full Santa costume! Ever is decked out in a fancy Christmas dress, and she probably got one for you as well!

❤️🎄The photo ends up looking great!

Touta Matsuda

🖤👮Normal family photos with him! Nothing crazy, just a nice picture of the two of you for his parents.

🖤👮He looks so adorable all dressed up in his nice suit! He says you look great, as well.

🖤👮Nothing really crazy happens, honestly. It's just a cute outing for the two of you.

🖤👮He'll probably let you wander around the mall and get some Christmas shopping done afterwards. Maybe you could also go get some dinner while you're out!

Gaara

❤️🏜️Obviously family photos with Kankuro and Temari. Standard family pictures.

❤️🏜️There's a little bit of trouble getting Gaara to smile. He did spend several years of his life with only a sour grimace on his face (which was very justified, actually).

❤️🏜️Kankuro keeps trying to get away with making funny faces. Eventually you guys just decide to take one serious picture and one silly picture.

❤️🏜️Both pictures turn out great!

Rogue Cheney

🖤🐉It's you, Rogue, and Frosch. It was probably your idea, but Rogue agreed pretty easily.

🖤🐉You have some serious trouble trying to get Frosch to look at the camera. He just keeps getting distracted!

🖤🐉Once you finally get Frosch to look at the camera, it's an adorable picture!

Alphonse Elric

💛🐱It was Winry and Al's idea to do Christmas photos. Ed was dragged along by his braid.

💛🐱Nothing too exciting happens, other than the usual Winry hitting Ed with a wrench.

💛🐱It's a super cute picture!

Mahiru Shirota

🤎🙂You two were invited to take Christmas pictures with all the other servamps and eves. Mahiru thought it was a great idea at first…

🤎🙂…Until you actually got there. It was utter chaos. Mahiru tried his best to calm things, but to no avail.

🤎🙂You both are exhausted by the time you finally get a good picture. Next year, you definitely won't try to attempt wrangling all 7 servamps and their eves into a family photo.

90 notes · View notes

itbe-jess · 2 months

Text

There should be more talk as to why the Nymphs’ portrayals are problematic in Rayman Origins. First off, it’s not the fact that they’re “sexualized in a kids’ game.” I get it. Huge features. Sexbomb. All the raunchy jokes in Rayman 3. Rayman is not just for kids, I know. My issue with the Nymphs is the blatant misogyny and objectification.

I wouldn’t have a problem with two, three, or four of the Nymphs being sexy, but all of them are, cuz that’s how women are supposed to be. Each wears extremely skimpy clothing with unrealistic body proportions. There’s even one wearing a mini dress in the snow. Compared to the original Betilla and Ly the Fairy, the Nymphs are kinda just there. While they do offer Rayman new abilities to progress further, they don’t really serve much to the game. The Nymphs were designed out of nothing but male horniness. The E3 trailer where Rayman looks up his mom’s skirt and she quickly gets used to it, as if that’s supposed to be funny, is really telling you. 🤢 Poor Betilla. Instead of giving her a proper comeback, they turn her into gamer nut fuel.

Putting all the sexualization aside, I’d also like to talk about how the only role they play in the game is being helpless damsels in distress. Again, there’s nothing wrong with having a female character who is unable to defend herself, but not when it’s done with ALL of your female characters! Especially if they’re heavily sexualized. It delivers the wrong message that pretty women, by default, are weak, dumb, and passive. Betilla in Rayman 1 has actually attempted to fight Mr. Dark in order to protect the Great Protoon, while serving as a helpful guide to Rayman. Ly The Fairy plays a similar role, but she also gives Rayman physical exercise to boost his health, not to mention saved him from falling to his death! Meanwhile, the Nymphs, well, are introduced in the game as helpless victims. Then when you free them, you gain new abilities, and then that’s it. That’s all the Nymphs have a purpose for.

The following subject, that may be a bit of a stretch, but remember how I mentioned that the Nymphs reward Rayman with new abilities after you free them? Some might argue that they want to help put the bad guys in their place, and I can totally see that. But it also conveys the idea that a pretty woman will give you something in return if you provide a good deed for her. Kinda like the average “nice guy” who expects more than a kiss after taking a lady out to dinner.

The Nymphs aren’t the only female characters in Origins, though. We also have the zombie granny, the only one without big bajingalings or huge hips, and can actually fight, who is both evil and revolting. Sort of like the “angry, ugly feminist” stereotype. While it’s nice for Ubisoft to introduce Barbara in Legends, a badass, Barbarian human Princess with scars, I feel not much justice was done with her as she is still sexualized and doesn’t hold much to her character other than “girl boss.” In my opinion, Barbara is not that interesting to me. (I’m also against humans existing in the Glade of Dreams, as it doesn’t make any sense) Like the Nymphs, she’s just there. Ubisoft was too lazy to flesh-out her character, and just slapped her onto the game as a way of saying, “See? We’re not sexist! Look at our new female character who can fight and defend herself! Now stop being triggered.”

Now, you’re still allowed to like Rayman Origins! And I’m not gonna shame you for thinking the Nymphs are sexy! But it’s important to be critical about the misogyny present in the game. It doesn’t help that Ubisoft also has a terrible reputation for mistreating female employees, and women in general.

#Rayman #video games #Rayman Origins #Rayman Legends #rant #sexism #misogyny

7 notes · View notes

oftenderweapons · 2 years

Text

Down the Rabbit Hole | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (Harper)

Wordcount: 9.1k

Genre: smut, bdsm!au, coworkers!au

Rating: 18+ Minors, please do not read or interact.

Synopsis: Harper is proud of being an esteemed professional and recruiter in the field she works, however her roles comes with many responsibilities she would be happy to set aside just once. When her friend Daisy accompanies her to a risqué soirée at The Rabbit Hole, she’s willing to stop teaching and start learning. But she didn’t expect for her trainer to be someone she know so well.

Warnings: coworkers getting a bit too spicy with each other, discussion of bdsm themes (suspension play, hardcore pet play, latex fetish, knife play and caging genitalia are mentioned as hard limits), negotiation of a bdsm scene, soft(ish) dom!Yoongi (Sir), sub!reader, praise kink, restraint (sub must keep her hands on the headboard), disobedience and punishment (overstimulation), making out, blindfolding, breast worship, breast slapping, safe wording from overstimulation, unprotected oral sex (female receiving), protected vaginal sex, cock ring, sensory overload, cock warming.

Thanking @joheunsaram and @nervous-moon for all the feedback, the beta reading and the making my life a better, easier experience. I love you 💖

Here you can find my masterlist!

Enjoy ✨💜 (Lemme know in the comments who you’re dying to read 😉✨)

Life can be stressful. Being the manager of an entire department was stressful.

What was even more stressful was how often you had to train new personnel, people rushing in and out of your office all the time, and working extra hours to fit in all the work you couldn’t do while tutoring and consulting had ran you down.

You needed a distraction. Something fun. Something unusual.

You needed to stop caring and start having fun.

That’s where Daisy came into play.

She was bright, lively. She knew what having fun means, unlike you. All work and no play, blah blah…

You had earned a night of reckless, unconventional, unreasonable debauchery and The Rabbit Hole was precisely that. A place of altered morals, a suspension of normality.

“We’re almost there,” Daisy chirped, looking around. Her Toyota was small, and you could barely fit your legs in the tiny car. “It’s over… There!” She pressed down her foot on the gas, barely perceivable, but quite confirmed by the excitement in her voice. “You’re gonna love it.”

You tensed your lips in a thin line, hoping that you weren’t getting yourself into something too big for your likings. “This place looks scary.”

The manor looked like an historical palace on the outside, artistically lit, a few people walking down the path leading from the parking spot to the entry door. Lanterns floated on the pond under the path, and some more hung from the trees. The atmosphere was inviting, seducing. If the goal was setting a sultry, classy mood, it had definitely worked.

“It’s just the vibe. You’ll love it.” Daisy parked her mouse of a car in an exceedingly large spot, both of you getting out comfortably. “You’re not used to pretty things. You’re too pragmatic for those. But you can enjoy them every now and then, you know?” She fixed her pixie cut and her dress. You felt awkward in your silk blouse and trousers, but at least you were wearing heels. Daisy instead – quite matching her nickname – was dressed in flowers, the skirt hitting just above her knee. And the green flats seemed to look extremely comfortable – other than complimenting her charms.

You didn’t know how she had ended up in a club like this, you were simply grateful of her knowing about it and being your sponsor for the night. You wouldn’t be able to access unless someone vouched for you. “Are you nervous?” she asked, her voice fairy-like.

“Just a bit,” you conceded.

She led the way as she chuckled. “We all are, at the beginning. It gets better once the mood settles in. My first time I ran out of the front door covering my eyes.”

You almost laughed. Almost being the key word.

The security guard at the entrance checked your and Daisy’s identity card. “You know it’s just procedure, miss,” he said, looking at your friend.

“Don’t worry, Minho. I know the drill. Wish you a smooth shift.” Daisy moved ahead and you followed her, bowing your head to the bulky man.

Inside there were several types of people already. Men. Women. Actually, more women than men, you could notice. “I’m vouching for you. It means that if you break the rules, we both get kicked out. Permanently.” Daisy’s stare was particularly poignant. “Don’t get me kicked out.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

“Once you hand in your papers, you will get a blue stamp on your hand. It means you’re a first-timer. The person you’ll be matched with will be prone to teaching you the Rabbit’s etiquette, don’t worry. Teachers are specifically trained and selected. They’re few, so you might have to wait a little until things get sorted out. Most of the times, teachers outnumber newbies, but not always. Let’s get to the papers.”

The idea of being trained instead of training someone yourself seemed to be an interesting switch. You could really use that. At a large table, you were given a pen and a set of sheets.

“This is your comprehensive paper. You will find questions about yourself and the ideal partner you would like to match with.” Daisy started writing quickly. “Everyone needs to fill it in, no matter how many times they’ve come. Boundaries and kinks evolve, so they prefer staying updated.”

The first sheet was easy. It mostly requested personal information and general health questions. Next, of course, a non-disclosure agreement. The third sheet, however, started getting trickier. “What does suspension play entail, exactly?”

“Tied up and lifted off the ground,” Daisy replied with quick efficiency.

You ticked the ‘no’ box and moved on. As you did with the question about cages and slurping food from a bowl. And the one about latex wear. And the one about knife play. And the one about the idea of caging someone’s genitalia.

Five sheets later, you were done, Daisy patiently waiting for you. You handed in the papers together and received a blue stamp on your right hand, – just as Daisy had anticipated – a Chinese character spelling ‘beginner’. Meanwhile, on Daisy’s hand, a bright green spelled ‘teacher’.

“Oh.” You blinked rapidly. “Does that mean that we could get paired up?”

“No. I specified in my paper that I prefer male partners.” She shrugged. “And only people I’ve already worked with. The fact that I’m a teacher doesn’t mean that I teach only first timers. Sometimes I take intermediate members into stuff they’re not skilled at.”

That seemed interesting. Through the night, you made small talk, meeting new people, listening, mostly. You used your words in few circumstances, sharing work experiences and nuisances from everyday life.

And then the jazz music playing in the courtyard stopped, a silver bell echoing through the silence.

It was some sort of signal.

Teachers were called out of the central courtyard, venturing into the rooms. Another category – unnamed – came next. It was like they already knew, group after group leaving towards the main corridor. Only you and a couple more people were left. A member of staff – you assumed – came to you. “The newbies last. You’ll be given room numbers, and inside you’ll find your match. You have the right to refuse to continue if you find your partner unsuitable, however I suggest you don’t base yourself on looks and negotiate in terms of limits and kinks. If we matched you, there’s a reason. Quite surely more than one.”

You signalled you understood, as did the tall, muscular man at your side. As did a lithe, fashionable man across the small crescent you had formed around the staff member. Two women beside you were the first to receive their notes, heading towards the corridor and taking opposite directions. Next was you.

“Number seven, miss.” You didn’t know what it meant except you were headed there. You reached the corridor and noticed a sign, ‘rooms 1-10’.

Room Seven was a few metres ahead.

You lingered at the doorstep, staring at the dark wood before taking a deep breath and knocking.

“Come in.”

You felt tense, almost too weak to lower the handle. And once you did and took a step in.

Oh Lord.

“Welcome to The Rabbit Hole–” The man comfortably seated on the bed lifted his eyes. “Miss Harper?”

Why the hell not even once you could get rid of your fucking job!?

“Hi…” you responded shyly. “That’s me, yes. And you’re Min Yoongi.” My trainee, Min Yoongi.

He looked at you, vaguely shocked before shaking himself off his stupor. “I surely didn’t expect to meet you here.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You chuckled embarrassedly, ready to duck and dive for the door. “I’m sorry–”

Yoongi stood, almost ready to reach for your wrist before regaining his composure. “Wait, Harper.”

You were conflicted but you straightened your spine and forced yourself to face the situation. “Yes?”

“I know you want to run, but don’t do it. Unless you think this is deeply unprofessional and we should not discuss what we like and dislike sexually.” Yoongi realised just how wrong that sentence sounded. Of course, it was wrong to talk kinks out with your boss, especially if you had been attracted to her since day one. “I mean… Does our job policy prohibit this?”

You knew it by heart. “It doesn’t.” And the fact that you had thought about it repeatedly since the day you first saw Yoongi spoke volumes about how you felt about him.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing in your opinion, Harper?”

Was he asking if you were attracted to him or not? “I…” You hesitated.

“Don't go quiet on me. It's not a hard question, is it?” Yoongi looked into your eyes and you quite didn't know how the diligent assistant turned into a demanding interviewer.

“I think it's— It's convenient. Sometimes.” Don't let him win.

“Did you happen to take this chance in the past?” Yoongi was ice cold. It was amusing and terrifying.

“No. I'm… I'm not interested. I mean, I never found— I always focused on my job.” You were stuttering. It was absurd.

He hummed and nodded. “That's very curious. And why is that? I'm sure you must have attracted many people with the energy you emanate. You're incredibly magnetic when you teach.”

You felt your face burn with embarrassment. “Uhm… I… thank you, I guess.”

He smiled. For goodness sake, how could someone like you, so professional and composed turn into a puddle just like that. “Do my compliments unsettle you?” He grabbed the papers from the small table by the bed. He stood up and chose neutral ground, sitting on an elegant chair in a corner. You noticed the papers on the opposite side and took them with you before sitting on the matching chair in front of him. A round coffee table was in the middle.

As he consulted what you knew had to be your survey, he stretched a hand toward you, moving his fingers in a back and forth motion. “Hand it over, Harper. You don't need that.”

You offered it, slightly reluctant; still, he didn't look like the type who would take no for an answer.

“I see you like being praised. Is that why you're so prodigal with compliments and rewards with your trainees? You liked receiving praise when you were a student?” He stared deep into your eyes and waited for your reply.

“I—” There was no way to answer that. You shook your head and stayed quiet, staring at your feet.

Yoongi studied your face for a minute before speaking again. “You're an incredibly restrained person, Harper. Why is that?” He licked his lips. “Am I intimidating you?”

“Yes.” That was easy to say.

He chuckled and you looked at him, noticing a faint flush on his cheeks. That made him look slightly less alarming. “I'm sorry. I've been told that endless times, but I keep making the same mistake.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, let's start over. You take the lead.”

“Good. Ehm… I'm— I really don't know what I'm doing here. I was just looking for some fun since, well, I'm very invested in my job and it's been a while since I last relaxed and lived in the moment.” You fixed your hair and toyed with your bracelet.

Yoongi noticed your silence prolonging and decided to take over briefly. “You need someone to have fun with?”

You nodded. “So to say. My friend Daisy brought me here after I complained about my life being boring and all of that.”

His eyebrows arched and he smirked. “Interesting friend you have. Quite your opposite.”

You blinked. “The… Opposite? Did you sleep with her?”

He shook his head. “She's not my cup of tea. I just watched. We trained together.”

You nodded. As 'opposite' did he mean… “Wait, she isn't… a sub?”.

Yoongi laughed at that. “A sub?! Oh no, darling. But let's keep the focus on you. You said you want something fun, what is that?”

You pouted as you thought. “Well, not having to think about anything. Everything's already planned out for me, I don't need to worry, plan, decide. I just follow the rules.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “That's what I'm here for. But that means I need to be sure I'm making the right decisions for you and that I'm doing things that you like.” He grabbed a pen and sat down again. “Praise kink? Yes?”

You nodded. “Good.”

He placed a tick by it. “There are some more risqué topics, but I say we should keep them for when you're more experienced. No bondage yet, maybe when you're trained into full obedience. Maybe we could use soft restraints. Would you be interested in me blocking your hands?”

You nodded. “You would tie my wrists?”

He blinked, thinking about it before deciding. “No, not yet. Just hold them above your head with my hands. Or pin them behind your back. Nothing that can't be undone as soon as you dissent. It would just ensure soft obedience. Maybe have you grip the headboard or restrain you from touching me.”

You agreed. “That's okay with me. I mean, I think I'm obedient enough to handle restraints. I would stay still and—”

“Harper, darling. I can tell you're obedient. That doesn't mean you're trained, unfortunately.” He pinned you with his gaze. “I don't know how you're going to respond to me and I much prefer taking things gradually.”

You bit your lip, betraying slight disappointment.

“We'll do that next time. If you decide you want a next time, that is,” Yoongi reassured you.

You looked at him, mouth agape, causing him to chuckle. “It's okay. I see you're doubtful about impact play. Let's skip all of that. Oh, this… This, I want.” He circled it enthusiastically.

“What is that?” You stretched to read it, but he covered it quickly.

“I know it. It's nothing you need to worry about.” He stretched a hand towards you looking into your eyes. You hesitated before letting your fingers tiptoe closer to his palm. “May I?”

“Uhm… yes. Yes, Sir, I mean.” You looked away, your cheeks on fire.

He looked at you with curiosity. “You don't need to call me Sir unless you want to, Harper.” His fingers moved slowly, sensually on your hand. “It's alright, sweetheart.”

Your whole body tensed as his touch seemed to echo through your entire body. “Will this have any repercussions on our dynamics at work?”

He shook his head. “I can separate who I am in public and who I am here. Nothing will change on my behalf, but only you can tell whether you will feel awkward or embarrassed when we meet again in the office.”

You hummed, your brain working ten thousand miles a second as you tried to process the idea.

“Okay, here's what I would like to happen now. If you are uncomfortable, you can stop me at any time.” Yoongi cleared his voice and licked his lip. When he spoke again, his tone was deeper and more relaxing. Hypnotic, even.

“I would like to dim the lights, loosen up your blouse a little, since it looks very uncomfortable. Next, I would like to slow dance with you, earn your trust. See how our bodies work together on a more platonic level. And then we'll reassess things from there. Would you like that, Harper?”

“Yes, I would, Sir— Sorry, Yoongi.” You giggled, still confused, covering your face with your hands.

That was endearing, and Yoongi couldn't help but look at you with fondness. “Just settle with one, Harper,” he offered his hand again, and you grasped it, watching him grab his phone from his jacket and select a song. Once the first notes started, he stood up.

He had incredibly nice hands. You had noticed them so many times during his traineeship, how elegant and strong they looked. They could do so much damage, but still they always managed to look so gentle. There was something erotic and strangely reassuring about them.

Your arms bent at your side, hands joined together, he accompanied your other arm around his neck by drawing its underside with the very tip of his middle finger, the electric feeling leading you through the motion. The hand not holding yours settled around your waist, then on the small of your back.

You propped your chin on his shoulder.

“Does this feel good, Harper?” he asked, his mouth at your ear in a way that made your insides quiver.

You didn't realise your eyes were closed. You kept them like that. You could almost forget that the man currently awakening your libido was the sweet angel who was a little grumpy before finishing his coffee in the morning and that always handed in his assignments two days in advance so you wouldn't find all your papers handed in at the last minute and spend the weekend correcting them.

“It feels great.” You felt your shoulders relax.

“Let's scooch over to the light so we can lower them. Would you like that?”

You hummed. Could he keep talking just that way? Close to your ear… With that slightly raspy purr…

His hand left your spine for half a second, your eyes opening only to observe his thumb and forefinger pinch the dimmer and roll it.

It was unreal. Your entire body responded to the gesture — and you felt ridiculous about it, from the way you could physically perceive wetness dripping out of you and glazing your folds, your breathing interrupting only to come back quicker, shallower.

“Feedback, Harper,” he requested, his hand reaching your tailbone only to start sliding up your spine. It felt too good. It felt too fast — not in a way that made you want to slow down, but in one that made you feel like a needy, deprived, horny mess.

“I'm feeling very affected,” you replied pragmatically, making him hum.

“Good-affected or bad-affected?”

“Conflicted affected.” You replied, incapable of withholding a moan as his fingers started teasing your nape.

“Why are you conflicted?” He hoped you wouldn't hold back. After all, his only goal was taking care of you. Showing the kind of paradise he knew he could lead you to, and eventually get to see you again. Your paper was so interesting and he could see so much potential in unravelling you and initiating you to all the dark cravings you had confessed with pen and paper.

“You're a coworker. You're my trainee. I shouldn't— It's not right that you make me feel like this.”

“Like what, Harper?”

You hid your face. “Aroused.” You nuzzled into him. “Wet.”

He oh-ed in understanding. “There's nothing wrong with that. It's just your body responding to stimuli. You're just conflicted about associating them with the person making you feel that way.” He swayed some more on his feet, the song changing to something even slower. He slipped into the rhythm seamlessly. “It's okay to feel conflicted. You feel an ethical hurdle.”

Why did he have to be so understanding? “Exactly.”

“Do you feel like it's a hurdle that is keeping you safe or keeping you out?” He arched his head away, trying to look you in the eye.

“I'm not sure.” You had to look away. He was too much for you to handle. “I only know I'm tired of feeling so left out.”

He touched your face. “I have something that could help you, but it's a bit daring. Before we discuss that, I want to cover the safeword discourse.”

“Sure.” What was he about to ask you? “In the past I've used the traffic light system. I think it's the most convenient, right?”

Yoongi agreed. “Yes. It's the standard. For future reference, all teachers here are trained with the traffic light system, so that's the safest option to achieve the shortest time between you calling a safeword and your partner reacting.”

“That's very considerate,” you mused nodding to yourself.

“The experience can be pleasurable only if truly safe. That's the bare minimum. Which reminds me; what do you say if you're not feeling okay?”

You blinked. “Uhm… 'I'm not feeling okay, can we slow down or stop?' I guess?”

Yoongi frowned. “That's fine too, but I meant I need to hear your safewords.”

“Oh. Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to go?”

He nodded. “Yeah, more like that.”

You chuckled and hid your face against his neck. “I'm so dumb.”

Yoongi helped your head back on his shoulder. “You're just learning. I'm here to talk things through and help you understand. Now, going back to our earlier talk, I could suggest a solution to the dichotomy between our institutional and private roles, but it could be very intense, physically and emotionally.”

You hummed, inviting him to go on.

“I don't usually do this on a first encounter since I tend to cover mostly chill stuff. Do mild things without really testing any limits, but this is really tiptoeing around the line.”

“Just tell me what it is already!” you complained, stepping back and looking at him.

“Okay. I would like to suggest a blindfold.” He gave a small tug at your wrist, inviting you back against him.

You followed his lead. His chest was beating like crazy against you, but it was very hard to believe. Yoongi didn't look like a person whose body could betray nerves or excitement.

“It's okay. I've done that before.” You stared at him. “I can handle that.”

He stared at you. He knew that different people meant different experiences, and that he would probably make you feel sensations that would overwhelm you and test your limits; still, he trusted your judgements and your ability to use the safewords.

He would just remind himself to check in more than usual.

“So you agree to being blindfolded?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” Your reply was followed by him making you take a step away.

“No “Sir” this time?” He cocked an eyebrow, amused. After he opened a drawer, he extracted a black silk blindfold, showing it to you. “Come here, Harper.”

You moved closer and lowered your eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured distractedly, slipping the fabric over your eyes.

Your knees were weak, your ears alert. You heard him move with stealth, a sudden burst of cold air rushing down your spine. “I'm here, darling.”

You clenched your core. More wetness oozed out.

“Now I'm here,” he spoke at your other ear, voice otherworldly. “Does this get you wet, Harper?”

You nodded wordlessly. Your eyes were useless. The blindfold was thick and the lights were too low.

And then his hands appeared at your waist, guiding you. “A few steps forward, sweets.” You did as you were told. “Undress.” He whispered.

You felt him leave.

Your hands went to the buttons of your blouse, undoing them slowly, tentatively. Yoongi took it all in. “You look magnificent, darling. Look at all that skin.”

You smiled and continued, wiggling off your shirt. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that, sugar. You must be so sweet, mh? Calling your partner 'sir', lowering your eyes, speaking when talked to. That's a good girl.”

Your smile grew brighter, Yoongi's ego inflating as he found the way to crack you. You weren't all that elegant when you took off your trousers, but he was too busy taking in the sight of your chest.

“Did I say anything you didn't like?” He checked in, shaking himself out of his stupor. Stop staring at her chest. Stop thinking she wants it fucked and marked.

“No, it's okay. I'm doing fine.” You felt awkward standing in the middle of the room in your best matching set.

You already knew it had to look boring to him, your breasts too large for underwear brands to match comfort and sensuality. The mere thought of it got you even more tense.

“Perfect. Would you like to keep your bra on?” He hoped you would remove it, but this wasn't about what he wanted, no matter how much he wanted to tie you up and cover your boobs in his cum until he was dry.

Comfortably, you reached behind you, huffing out in relief as soon as your bra unclasped. You did realise the sight of you had to be profoundly unsexy.

“For fuck's sake.” He needed to touch himself. He needed to find some release before making a mess of himself. His demure, practical teacher. His shy and composed coworker. Here. Naked. In front of him. With her breasts out offered to his eyes alone, waiting to be fucked and pleased. Controlled. Cherished. “Can I touch them?”

“Please.”

He stood up, crossing the distance quickly. The idea of not knowing where exactly he was made you a little nervous, but Yoongi seemed very thoughtful about it. “I'm right in front of you, Harper. Remember your safewords.”

You nodded, but still reached out before you, stopping midway. “Can I touch you?”

He startled a little. “Of course.” He took a step forward, letting your palms connect with his chest, still clad in a black button down. “Do what you want, darling.”

You traced his frame till your hands met his wrists, next you brought his hands on your chest, gasping just barely once his palms started shifting, lifting the heavy weight of your flesh, his fingers tweaking your nipples.

“How is your relationship with your body?” he asked, massaging your breasts, feeling the skin react with goosebumps.

“I like it. It's a bit plain but not too bad.” Your shiver was visible. It made him chuckle.

“It's not even remotely plain, darling.” He let his hands roam further down before bringing you closer to him. “Are you cold?”

“A bit,” you confessed, trying to feel him with your hands.

“Can I guide you to the bed?” He asked with a purr that made you question whether you would ever stop feeling so aroused by his voice.

You nodded, taking a step back only for him to grip your waist. His fingers sank in your flesh, feeling the tenderness of your figure. It was something you thought no man would find attractive.

“So soft,” he breathed out, his voice betraying some excitement. “You were going to step on your clothes,” he explained before guiding you. The back of your thighs met the mattress and you climbed comfortably, a bit confused when you didn't feel his body follow yours.

“Yoongi,” you whined, panicking.

“I'm here.” You heard the ruffling of fabric. “I'm just taking off my shirt. Would you like me to switch off the music?”

It was a bit too romantic anyway. “Yes, please.” You would also hear him better like that.

Silence came shortly after. And then his command. “Sit up, beautiful.”

You pushed yourself onto your elbows.

“Give me your left arm,” he said, kindly.

You blinked under the blindfold. “What's going on? What's—”

“I'm just putting a warm robe on you. You said you were cold and your blouse was too flimsy.” He kissed your brow. “Normally we use this for aftercare, but I'll just wrap you up in a blanket.”

He watched your lips stretch into a smile as you thanked him. You could see his kind expression with your eyes closed.

“It's all good. You can lay back down,” he explained with a calm tone. This time you did feel his body following yours, his hand on your cheek. “Would you like to kiss me, Harper?”

You hesitated only for a millisecond. “Yes.”

It was tentative, slow, seductive. His lips were rougher than you had imagined, dryer. Smaller. You parted your lips, trying to chase the sensation. Then you felt a hard edge.

Yoongi smirked. “That's my fingertip, darling.” Your lips closed in a pout.

“Oh, don't be grumpy.” This time it felt hotter. Your entire face felt the pressure of something closer. And then something skimmed your lips. “There you go.”

And there you went, his mouth hot and demanding against your own, your lips chasing him, your tongue searching for him until he finally complied, letting his slippery flesh slide against your own, conquering every inch you had to offer.

His hand appeared on your stomach, teasing you between moving higher or lower.

“My chest, please,” you gasped in between kisses.

“Your chest what?” he taunted back.

“T— Oh… Touch it, please.”

He did as you told him.

“Harder.”

He gripped it.

“Harder.”

He squeezed it.

You moaned and arched off the bed. That was truly hard. Almost painful. Just the way you like it. And then it stopped.

“Did I give you the impression that you can call the shots?” His voice was minacious.

And then the slap came.

It stole your breath. If he kept up like that, you would cum untouched.

And then another. “Answer me.”

“No, Yoongi.” You felt sorry. You really did. But horny felt more powerful than sorry.

“Just because I ask for feedback, doesn't mean you choose what goes on here.” Yoongi pressed his mouth to your ear. “I choose what you feel. How you feel it. You only need to take it and stop me when you can't take it anymore. Understood?”

You squeezed your legs together. “Understood.”

“Did you like your tits getting spanked?” he said, his voice thunderous.

“Yes,” you mewled out, intimidated.

“Great. Cause I loved doing that too.” He did it again before soothing the skin with his palms pressed to the curve of your breast. “I'm not happy to admit you're making it difficult to stay chill.” He kissed around your neck, going from side to side before tracing the path again with the tip of his tongue. “Hands on the headboard.”

You obeyed.

And next all hell broke loose. You felt his teeth sink on your left breast, pinching the skin in a way you knew would bruise. His hip was placed between your legs and you were trying, really trying, not to move in ways that would make him stop and punish you.

He placed his mouth around your nipple, sucking it intensely. You moaned.

He chuckled and nodded, moving his hips suggestively.

He watched you struggle, chest arching off the sheets to push into his mouth, but at the same time sobbing about the loss of pressure between your legs. Your body was on fire, your robe laying open and forgotten around you.

“Come on, rub yourself on me, I know you want it, Harper.” The way he called your name was a crime. Too sexy for you to handle it. You were just an instrument of pleasure in his hands. Or rather a victim of it.

He watched you grind on him, finally, moving to the other nipple to make sure both received equal attention. “If you manage to cum like this, I promise I'm gonna suck your clit too, sweets. Come on. Let me see you cum.”

You were aroused, agitated, restless underneath him, the pins of pleasure torturing you until all you could feel was the hot coil in your core tightening and tightening.

Your hands left the headboard, locking him into place, making him suck harder. He smirked and took more of your skin, using not only his mouth, but his head too to tug at the skin he was suctioning.

A scream tore through you. You don't remember the following minute or so, you can only recall the scorching heat of your orgasm, the way your glutes burned as you threw yourself at him with the most selfish need.

Yoongi appreciated your sounds. He reckoned the memory of them would be useful on nights he was left alone with his hand. The little gasps, the moans, the sobs and whimpers.

He was done for.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please Yoongi, fuck me.”

You were there, blindfolded, chest glistening with his saliva, still trying to recover, and you had the audacity to ask to be fucked?

“What did I tell you about your hands?” He tutted. You could hear disappointment in his voice. You brought them back to the headboard. “What did I tell you about your hands, Harper?” he remarked.

“To keep them on the headboard,” you replied, obedient and apologetic.

“Correct. And what did you do?”

You felt like a child being scolded. “I moved them off the headboard.”

“That is a large mistake on your behalf, Harper. If I give you an order, I do it for your own good.” He slapped your sensitive breast, once. “There will be times when disobedience could compromise your well-being.”

You were too busy processing everything to figure out the implications of that. 'There will be times…'

He slapped your other breast, once, twice before pinching your nipple. “We can't have that.” The other one. “I can't have that.” He paused for a second and then he stopped all stimulation. “Gimmie a colour, Harper.”

You inhaled at the small moment of reprieve. “Green. Very green.”

He nodded — not that you could see that. And then a new thrill of glorious pain slashed through you. “Are you gonna keep your hands on the headboard?”

You nodded madly. He grinned at your eagerness. “Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes, Yoongi,” you replied right before you felt his body slide down against yours, a hot burst of air meeting your navel.

“You're so wet it's a crime.” He patted your legs further, settling in right between them, taking in the salty, coppery scent of you. To think some men don't even appreciate it…

He shook his head and reminded himself he wasn't like that. He grinned and pressed his lips to the drenched spot on your panties. He nuzzled closer, until he got you to gasp and grind against him. “All this goodness wasted on your panties.” He hummed in complaint. “I should have eaten you out first.”

You knew that not watching him do that would be a crime. The sight of Yoongi's head in between your legs was something that would torment you and arouse you for the rest of your life, though.

“I'm gonna take them off, Harper.” He exhaled against your inner thigh before hooking his fingers through the sides of your underwear. “I want you creaming all over my tongue, sweets.” His voice was nothing like the diligent intern you trained everyday. He was almost as if possessed by a demon. You felt the fabric slide down your skin, unhook from your ankles. And then his hands. So smooth and hot. Slightly sweaty. He ran them up the sides of your legs, truly feeling your skin. “Focus on me.”

As if there were anything else you could do. The moment his hair tickled your navel, it was like electricity. Like static. And what followed was the rest of the storm.

He was hungry, ravenous. If he could have swallowed you, he would have. He was sloppy in the most delicious of ways. You could hear him lapping, licking, slurping. It would be almost embarrassing, if it weren’t from your mind being entirely disconnected from your body. You wished you could be in his shoes just to understand what truly licking someone’s cunt felt like.

However, you weren’t ready to leave the receiving end yet. Your legs were trembling, you were pretty sure of that — not entirely though. Yoongi was making a quite serious job at holding them still.

“You still with me, Harper?” he asked lazily, lewdly. He wasn’t checking — he was teasing you, and gloating too. You hadn’t noticed it, but you were being so vocal he had to slow down to see if he could coax lazier, needier purrs out of you.

The moment you confirmed you were okay, he went all out, until he could no longer control your legs and he let himself enjoy the conquest, your thighs squeezing his head, his arm almost cramping as he tried to slip two fingers inside you and find your cervix, tracing around it, where the puffy ring of flesh met your pelvic muscles.

The way you clenched around him, another squeal leaving your throat announced your third orgasm, Yoongi more than happy that he was doing his job correctly. “Grab my head. You can tug on my hair, sweets.”

Your hands left the headboard immediately as Yoongi allowed a reward for your obedience. He enjoyed his stay as long as he could before you pushed him away. “Too much, Yoongi! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!”

At your insistence he realised you had forgotten about the safeword rule. “Harper.” He touched the outside of your leg, sitting beside you and removing your blindfold. “Hey?”

You turned to your side and clinged to him while your body spasmed in the aftershock. “I’m sorry.” He cupped the back of your head and held you to him, letting you nest into his chest.

“I’ve got you. You know you should have said the safeword, right?” He grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes.

You nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m sorry.”

He simply rubbed your back with his clean hand, the other one hooked underneath your thigh, propping it up onto his hip. “Tell me what would have happened if I didn’t stop.”

You stared at him, trying to understand whether it was an actual request or not. As his gaze stayed insistent, you replied. “I would have cried and thrashed. I could have hurt you.”

He acquiesced. “A safeword is a suspension of consent, in case of a yellow. A revoking of consent in case of a red. If someone keeps going after your safeword, that is abuse.” He caressed your head. “If you ever come to play here again, and someone doesn’t respect your safeword, you need to report them immediately. Clear?”

You nodded, your eyes still veiled in panic.

He secured the robe around you, tutting and petting you. “‘s all good, sweets. You’ve got it.”

Your fingers were laced at his nape, your legs twitching uncomfortably as you squeezed your thighs together, still vibrating with sensations.

You hid your face against his chest before his hand reached for your hair and he kissed the crown of your head. “I’m here, sweets. You can ask me anything. A bath, candies, chocolate, a massage. You can ask me to leave, too.”

In response, you wrapped your arms around him tighter and pulled him closer, shaking your head. “Stay here, please.”

He nodded and soothed you with little touches against your thigh and your spine, tutting and rubbing his nose against your hair. It smelled way too good. He was getting lost in it when you tipped your head back, your eyes meeting his.

You stretched, your body adhering to his deliriously as your lips landed on his chin. He restrained himself for maybe half a second before he gripped the side of your face and held you still, pressing his lips square on yours. “We’re okay, Harper.”

You shook your head yes.

“We’re alright, darling.” He combed your hair back with a contemplative look in his eyes. “Are you ready for aftercare?” His voice was a midnight purr, a secret.

You shook your head no.

He arched his eyebrows. “More cuddles?”

With your leg hooked around his hip, you pressed him closer to you and blinked a few times before closing your eyes and pushing your pelvis against his.

“Harper, I need you to use your words,” he murmured. He just wanted to hear you say it. He just wanted to make sure he understood correctly — that you wanted him against you or maybe, even better, inside you.

“Fuck me. It feels so empty, I just— I want to squeeze around you as I cum. You must be so hot, so thick, so… So smooth.”

“You want to feel me inside you, darling?” He caressed your face and you nodded.

“Anything you’re willing to give, please.” You found the courage to lay on your back and spread your legs, letting the robe come undone around you. You gripped your breasts and started toying with them. “I want it so bad.”

Yoongi was still alert from his previous wrongdoing and felt like he deserved punishment, but he saved that negative feeling for his own wrap up of the night, when he analysed how he’d felt with you and with himself.

“We’re gonna use a condom, Harper.”

“Please, without.” Your eyes were wide and imploring.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. “I’d rather we use one, darling, if you don’t mind.” His smile was gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with you, I swear. It’s just my rule to always use one, no matter how many health checks we go through.”

Your mouth formed an o-shape. “Dammit, I’m so sorry. It’s— Of course. We’re gonna use it.”

He smiled as he turned around and undid his belt, taking off his trousers and his underwear in one go. “Don’t worry about it, Harper.” He turned around and your gaze went to his dick caught in his fist. You noticed all its details: the colour, the shape, the fact that it leaned a little, the way his knuckles turned white as he squeezed it, precum oozing from the tip. “Maybe I’ll go bare inside you next time.” He smirked. “A picture will last longer, darling.”

You moved your eyes up, to his face. If you’d seen a picture of his dick you would have never matched it to him. “Your penis is extremely interesting to look at.”

“Even more interesting the moment you put it in your mouth — or so I’ve been told.”

You made to sit up and test that statement, but he blocked you. “Lay there.”

Once he made sure he had worn the condom correctly, he crawled in between your legs and grinned as he showed you something pinched between his fingers.

“What's that?” you asked, not actually recognising the swirls of colours and the purpose of something shaped like… Oh.

He stretched the thick rubber band. “Gonna make it last for you, Harper.” He kept it stretched wide as he slipped it on his dick, all the way to the base before he eased his fingers away, trying not to snap the rubber.

You were still hazy for the arousal as he laid down on top of you. “Hi there,” he purred. “Would you like your blindfold on again?”

You blushed to your ears as you confessed. “No. I want to remember your face when you cum and scream my name.”

He snickered in mischief. “If that’s the case, then.” He aligned his tip with your entrance. “I’ll make sure you call mine at least twice before I scream out yours.” And then he was in.

It was… There aren’t any perfectly fitting adjectives: all you could say is that you had to close your eyes to focus on him, on taking him, on squeezing him, on making his tip rub against your inner walls.

He grunted and went deeper, moving an inch back before impaling you. “Colour, Harper.”

“Very fucking green,” you managed to hiss through your teeth before throwing your head back, exposing the throat he was so eager to take advantage of.

He dove for it, biting, sucking, moving down your chest as you wrapped your legs around his hips and made more room for him.

“Can I touch myself?” You managed to ask, your voice so needy and high pitched.

He looked hazy when he looked up in your eyes, but still he connected enough thoughts to say, “Of course.”

And then your fingers between your legs made everything escalate too quickly, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his grunts and pants getting harsher, more breathless as sweat started beading his forehead.

For a second you thought about closing your eyes before Yoongi grabbed your chin and shook his head at you.

“Keep looking at me. This is my reward.” He slowed down until he stopped. “I worked hard to watch you cum like this, you'd better look in my eyes and show me how grateful you are, darling.”

Your brain was too fuzzy to reply, but from the way he steadied himself before starting to go harder you understood he wasn't expecting a reply.

The only thing he did expect was for you to obey and hold his unapologetic stare.

He broke eye contact only for a quick look down, to where your fingers were working your overheated core, squeezing him, hugging him, so tight right before your body held its maximum tension and snapped.

Yoongi gritted his teeth and smirked. “Like that, darling.” He looked at the way your breasts bounced while you rode your high, eager to get every ounce of pleasure while your eyes crossed, finally disrupting that shameless stare that you'd been sharing with Yoongi.

“You didn't scream my name, darling,” he made you notice once you were taking a brief vacation from existence. You were pretty much boneless at that moment.

You opened your eyes and felt him shift inside you. “You didn't cum,” you commented, disappointed.

He smiled. “Trust me, it was difficult not to. And that's why I wore the ring, sweetheart.” He paused and stared at you for some outstretched seconds. And then as he was still sheathed inside you, he pulled himself up to his knees. “But now it's my turn and I can go wild while you're still limp and exhausted, mh? I bet there's nothing better than feeling like you don't need to do anything.”

He grinned and pulled back before pushing in with all his might. Your legs were spread, thighs resting on top of his, your body abandoned on the mattress while his hands gripped your hips and pulled your naked, wet, open core against his pelvis, onto his awaiting erection.

He was wet, slippery and scorching hot, and you could only wish for the universe to one day reward you with his bare dick, no layers of latex in between.

“Finger yourself, Harper. You wanna make me cum? Then squeeze me with your inner muscles as you cum. I'm not doing it without you.” He made his hips twirl, his spongy tip rubbing against all the right places.

“Yoongi.”

“Yes, darling,” he said before exhaling with a moan.

“This is the best dick I've ever had,” you confessed in a rush of intimacy.

He hummed and changed his movement to a little upward curl that made your feet crunch. “Thank you for the compliment.” He chuckled and grabbed one of your breasts while with the other hand he kept pushing and pulling you on him. “I'll make sure next time is even better.” He smiled at you with mischief and something sweet before he slapped your breast playfully, not hard enough for it to be erotic, but enough to make you giggle at him as you purred.

“Those tits are huge showstoppers,” he murmured, picking up his pace and watching them bounce to his tempo. “Next time I'll fuck them first.” He slapped them again, one first, then the other.

Secretly you were already imagining it happening at your workplace, maybe in an empty storage room during lunch, you bent over a shelf and him fucking you from behind, your blouse open, the cups of your bra pulled down, his fingers tweaking your nipples until they bruised.

“Are you close?” was all that made it past your lips, your body wired too tight to voice anything but monosyllables.

“Almost. Come on, you first,” he gritted.

You held your breath and tried to form a pattern with your kegels, trying to work in tandem with Yoongi until you were overthrown by sensations. “I can't hold it anymore, please cum with me, Yoongi. Please.”

“Just take it, Harper. Take it like a good girl,” he ordered sternly. And you did.

You did so well he got caught in your tide and it overthrew him too as he abandoned his restraint and let his back flop onto the mattress while he pulled you up, your body so taut you found yourself in a position to ride him.

And so you did it, bouncing on him, swirling your hips before he caught hold of your sides and started shoving you up and down.

His name came out of your lips hysterically, with little hiccups due to the impact of your ass against his thighs while he bottomed out and pulled you up again, almost pulling out completely before he slammed you down again.

It was animalistic and frantic, your name leaving his lips over and over again together with the filthiest of praises.

“I want this pussy bruised and used, Harper. Such a good pussy you have,” he gasped and rambled on. “I'm not gonna let anybody use it. I'm gonna fucking serve it. Nobody can taste it, nobody can fuck it. No fingers but mine.”

You nodded and kept going. “Please,” you begged, your orgasm subduing only for another one to rise fast.

“No dick but mine.” He was getting overstimulated, but there was no way he would stop. He'd rather cry. “This is the perfect pump, darling. Fucking perfect.” He stilled and let you ruin him as he brought his fingers to your clit. “Come on, we're not done.”

“Yoongi,” you whined, but he was stronger.

“Be my good girl, Harper. Fuck my cock again. You want someone to give you orders, right? Someone who can fuck your brains out and not make you think, right? Come on then. I tell you to fuck, you fuck. Harper. I tell you to come, you come. Can you do that for me? You're such a diligent, lovely girl after all, aren't you?”

At that, a grunt left your throat and you collapsed on his torso, your inner muscles torturing him as his name tore through your lips and you came once more, finally, a earthquake making your entire spine quiver.

He welcomed you with his arms around you and shut his eyes tight, giving a couple strokes with his hips as he weathered your high. “There you are, darling. That's my good girl,” he praised you, already wondering if this would really ever happen again, if he could ever be your trainee again after this or if he would spend the rest of his month under you thinking of how sweet and mind-blowing it was to be literally under you.

He pushed messy, sweaty locks of hair off your face, kissing your forehead once he felt you relax. “You were so good to me, Harper.” With a fingertip skating down your spine he added, “So, so good to me.” And that same fingertip skated up, his digits burrowing deep into the hair at your nape. “How are you feeling, sweets?”

“I think I'm dead.”

He chuckled and pressed your head to the crook of his neck.

You kissed it absentmindedly.

“Tell me, is death as terrible as everybody thinks?” He fumbled to pull the robe from below the two of you and dragged it over your spent body.

“I'd be happy to die a bunch of times over.” You shifted your arm to pull the robe closer and cover Yoongi too.

“I'll keep that in mind next time,” he mused. “Sensory overload. Multiple orgasms.”

“And cockwarming,” you murmured.

Yoongi blinked, slightly surprised before he smiled softly. “And cockwarming.” He let silence take over for a minute. “Any feedback you'd like to offer?” He asked.

“Uhm… Only that maybe you should fuck my mouth and my tits before you fuck my pussy… Next time, I mean. If you'd like there to be a next time, I mean.” You felt suddenly a bit too naked, a bit too exposed, a bit too forward. “Oh god…” You felt your face heat and you tried to distance yourself.

However, Yoongi tightened his grip on you, his hand on the curve of your spine, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I want a next time, Harper. And a couple more times after that. But I need you to tell me how you want it to be between us at work.”

You shifted to look him in the eye. “Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yes, sweets. But I'll start from your tits next time.” He nuzzled his lips close to your ear. “And then I'll go down on you. Again.”

“Don't forget about fucking my mouth. You promised.” You didn't know where this came from, but your shyness faded once confronted with your wants.

“I don't remember promising, but I guess I'll keep it in mind,” he admitted. “The important part is that I get to get milked by your magic cunt.”

Heat coursed down your spine, making you roll your eyes in pleasure. “You can get my cunt whenever you like, however you like.” You caressed his chest with your hand.

“Interesting.” His voice was so reconciling and peaceful. “But you still haven’t told me how we’re gonna deal with this at work.” He let a second pass by before he added, “But we don’t need to discuss it if you don’t know it yet.”

You bit your lip and started tracing the features of his visage with your fingertips. “We’ll have to be strictly professional.” You said plainly.

He nodded.

“But I guess there’s nothing wrong as long as I get to have you here, once a week. After all, I’ll be training you for three more weeks. After that I’ll have you assigned to another department so there won’t be any risk of misconduct.” You shrugged. “Not that there’s any actual misconduct happening, but just in case. I don’t want us to be jeopardised by this.”

“I don’t either.” Yoongi traced the edge of your shoulder-blade, reflecting on the situation while feeling your skin under his fingertips. It was strangely soothing. “So we’re gonna meet here next week, and do it all over again?”

You chuckled. “Hopefully.” You paused. “Here or anywhere else. I mean, here isn’t cheap, so if you wanna meet anywhere else, I wouldn’t be against it, but totally up to you.”

Yoongi hummed. “We’ll see. We can exchange phone numbers and eventually arrange something.”

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect,” he commented. It was time. “Harper, I need to go clean up, sweets.”

You inhaled. “Does that mean you have to go?”

“Only that I need the restroom — you should go too, by the way — and that I can come back and cuddle some more after I’m rid of the condom and the ring.” He tried to speak with a voice that could dull the panicky edge in your words.

“Oh, that. Okay, I guess.” You felt indeed calmer at his explanation. You didn’t know if you could actually sleep next to Yoongi, but the idea of cuddles… Well.

He kept his mouth pressed to your forehead as he slipped out. “Okay, I can do this,” he whispered, motivating himself.

On instinct, you tipped your head back before pressing your lips on his. “Yes, now you can,” you murmured after kissing him.

He stared at you. “What if I don’t want to, though?”

You shook your head and giggled. “I’ll be here when you’re back.”

He eyed you suspiciously. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

#Yoongi x reader #Yoongi smut #min yoongi fanfiction #Bts fanfiction #Yoongi x yn #min yoongi x reader #thebtswritersclub #52hertz #houseofddaeng #bangtansorciere #yoongi scenario #yoongi au #yoongi imagine #thetruthuntoldnet

167 notes · View notes