#and find it amusing and exciting and even arousing

[danlous]

You used your cloud gift. You flew the accused high up into the air, then you let him fall. Two kilometers approximately. Yes, I know, I know, I know. It's lethal distance for a mortal. But for a vampire? It's a hard fall, nothing more. Lestat has within his veins a most ancient blood. A godlike strength. Remember, he put his fist through a priest's skull. Did you do that to the accused? No, you did not.

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Rafayel awakening his pretty muse in a rather…pleasurable way.

Rafayel wakes you up as he sees your sleepy figure laying completely on top of him. It isn’t long before his long fingers caress the top of your head affectionately, his hand making its way on your back all the way to your butt, his fingers massaging the soft flesh as they instinctively found their way lower, just on top of your naked and - to his amusement - wet cunt.

His fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they slide up and down your folds, coating themselves with your arousal before Rafayel enters two of his fingers at once. The man perfectly knew your body : your pussy was ready for him and almost begging his fingers to stuff this pretty little hole.

Rafayel’s fingers quickly went faster and faster, small whines escaping your mouth at the pleasant awakening, as your head that was previously resting on top of Rafayel’s chest was now lifting up to look at your boyfriend’s expressions. Despite the slight blush adorning his cheeks, Rafayel looked at you with desire dancing in his eyes, his voice cooing at you as he murmured the next words. The bastard was almost acting like his fingers weren’t currently thrusting in and out of your poor neglected pussy.

« Wake up my precious little baby. Slept well ? », he teases in a sing-song voice and a grin sitting on his pretty lips.

With still heavy eyelids and a gaze full of passion and desire, your mouth spontaneously crash on his smiling lips into a filthy kiss, your tongue messily swirling around his as Rafayel moans into your mouth at the feeling of your cunt spamming around his fingers, making even more of your wetness drip down between his fingers and onto the sheets.

As you break the kiss to pant out of excitement, a string of saliva still connects your swollen lips to his, making your blush increase at the filthy scene.

Though, it only fuel Rafayel’s desire even more as his mouth found yours again, speeding the movement of his fingers in your pussy all the more while the need to see you come undone starts to make his mind hazy, the squelching noises of Rafayel finger-fucking you mingling with the indecent noises of his mouth making love to you.

« Do you hear that, pretty thing ? The sinful yet beautiful sounds you’re making for me ? And only for me, right my precious muse ? », you want to make him shut up, always the one to talk without stopping, blabbering teasing words even now, words that Rafayel perfectly knew were affecting you just the way he desired. So you just mindlessly nod at him, just like a perfect little doll, Rafayel thinks, she’s mine.

When he senses that you’re close, so close that you struggle to keep kissing him back with the way he’s fingering you stupid, he chuckles into the kiss, whispering against your lips encouraging words after his thumb caresses your trembling lips, this time breaking the string of saliva connecting the two of you.

« You’re such a cutie, you know that ? I get to feel your warm pussy barely after waking up and kiss your pretty face that keeps whimpering because of how good I’m making you feel, am I right ? Come on, you can let go now. My precious, perfect girl. »

And you do, you make a mess on his fingers, as you whine and moan against his lips that keeps pressing tiny kisses on yours in a way to ease you through your climax, making your mouth glistening with saliva.

« You’re okay, pretty baby ? »

As the only answer, you press a kiss on the beauty spot on the right side of his nose, your pretty head naturally finding its way back onto his chest as you take some time to breathe. Rafayel can’t help but smile at how hard it will be for you to properly wake up and start the day.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Aizawa teaches you how he likes it..

I don't even know what this is, but here, take it.

_ "Are you sure about this love?" he blinked a few times as a stunned expression took over the amused one he had on moments ago.

Your request was one that he has never heard you utter before now, and he had to make sure you meant every word coming out of your mouth.

_ "Yes! Yes I'm sure!" you grabbed onto his shirt as you finally settled on his lap, straddling and trapping him between your thighs, "I want to give you a blowjob." and your confidence and shamelessness were seriously baffling..

He needed to take a second and let it all sink in, you have never done this with him before, and he knows for a fact, that you have never done it with anyone else either, so what if it was too much for you to handle? He couldn't allow himself to hurt or overwhelm you in anyway.

However, the look on your face was one of determination and excitement for the experience, and he couldn't find it in himself to just say "no" to you, truth be told, he was instantly turned on the moment he heard the words leaving your mouth.

_ "Okay, fine, but there are a few things that you'll have to learn first, are you willing to do that?" he asked in a gentle tone as he placed his hands on your thighs.

_ "I'll do anything." and the smile brightening your features lured a loving one to appear upon his face.

_ "Alright sweetheart, first I need you to open your mouth slightly, can you do that for me?" he requested in a soothing voice while running his thumb along your soft lips.

You couldn't understand the meaning of his demand but didn't want to question him either, you trust him too much to doubt anything he does, and so, you nodded in agreement and did as he asked.

_ "That's it, that's my good girl," his sweet words filled you with pride, "now I'm going to put my finger in, and all I need you to do is close your mouth around it, is that okay for you?"

Heat was rising in your body, and the anticipation of what was coming sent a shiver up your spine.

You nodded fervently and watched as he slipped his index finger inside, before wrapping your lips around it.

_ "You're doing very well princess," you could clearly tell he was fighting the urge to let out a groan as he watched you following his orders obediently, "now, I need you to place your tongue on the tip of my finger and keep it there until I tell you otherwise, are you comfortable with that?"

Hearing him gently asking if you were okay with every step he took, warmed up your heart and made you want to learn quickly so you could make him feel as good as he always makes you feel.

You hummed around his digit and knitted your eyebrows in concentration as you twisted your tongue to press it against the tip of his finger.

_ "That's perfect, now stay like that for a moment."

Your eyes were shining in eagerness as they saw the amused smirk curving up his lips, and your heart was pounding in excitement as you waited for him to speak again.

_ "You're driving me out of my mind princess," he let out a frustrated sigh and licked his lips before carrying on, "listen carefully love, what I want you to do now is lick around my finger, is that okay?"

Your breath hitched in your throat while hearing his words, not because it was too much for you to follow, but because you weren't certain of your ability to handle anymore of this teasing.

You started moving your tongue carefully around his finger, covering every inch of the long digit inside your mouth while keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

He looked enticing as he coached you, with his luscious hair resting on his broad shoulders, his piercing eyes boring into you hungrily, and those lips– you wished nothing more than to have them on you, singing your praises and adding to your arousal.

_ "How lucky am I, fuck.. you really know how to rile me up don't you?" he chuckled amusedly and moved his other hand to squeeze your side before pulling you even closer to himself, letting you feel the forming bulge in his pants, and the discovery drove you wild as you unconsciously let out a muffled whine and pushed your hips against his, because you wanted even more of him.

_ "That's dangerous sweetheart, you know I'm already at my limit right?" he groaned the warning but did nothing to stop you, too bewitched by your advances to actually oppose you, "and now for the last step, I want you to start sucking on my finger like a lollipop, but be careful love, don't use your teeth okay?"

You followed his last command, eagerly sucking on it while moving your hips at the same time, you were going insane a little bit more each second that passed.

_ "Fuck sweetheart, do you have any idea how seductive you look right now?" he growled through gritted teeth before adding in a lower voice, "you do realize that the real thing is way bigger than just my finger right?"

You moand again as you sucked harder and faster, moving your fingers along his arm before clutching onto his hand to push it against your lips a little closer as you carried on.

He was in a daze watching you like that, and soon, his last ounce of self control slipped away as he suddenly pulled his finger out of your mouth, before holding your chin and staring at your reddened and swollen lips with an eager expression that aroused you even more, "I think you're ready for me love, so just remember what I taught you alright?"

It was going to be fun for both of you, you were certain of it..

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[uzurakis]

apologies if u find this weird but it’s been on my mind for a while.. rotting my brain if u will.. jjk men being told by the others to keep it down while they AHEM fuck bc they could hear them😓

D★MN, KEEP IT DOWN !

featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)

NSFW MDNI. explicit themes under the cut!

n. nonnie sorry this took awhile. i rlly like your request but i was contemplating whether i should make it a full on filthy smut or not lmao (i chose the latter eventually). thanku for requesting thiis, was giggling the whole time and i do not find it weird at all bb, it’s quite funny actually XD

damn, keep it down will you?

you guys are too fucking loud!

ITADORI YUUJI

“was it really that loud?” in the hopes that someone outside the room might hear you, you shouted. “sorry about that! we were just really into it!” itadori added, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

your laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, blending with the lingering excitement in the air. "really babe? 'we were just really into it?'" you quoted him, unable to contain your amusement at his witty retort.

"we are, right?" itadori exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with passion as he continued to shove it slowly in your walls. “don’t say ya don’t enjoy when i make ya like this, baby.”

you nodded, unable to control your arousal as you let out faint whimpers. "ah, definitely, yuu.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend's response was immediate, his tone tinged with irritation. "fuck off!" he retorted, frustration evident.

though you felt a twinge of embarrassment at getting caught, you couldn't help but laugh tensely at his boldness. "what?" he paused his pace and asked a question. you kept kissing him carelessly around his neck, saying, "no, don't stop," as he began to move slowly once again. "don’t be so mean, baby. focus on me."

his broad grin widened as he picked up the pace, having fun with those words. watching you act like a mess over him, megumi said, "mhmm, you don't need to say that."

"i'm totally focused on you."

GOJO SATORU

"guess we got carried away, darling,” gojo chuckled playfully. "seems like it," you agreed, feeling a rush of contentment wash over you. “i told you to keep it down, satoru.”

“hey, who’s the one moaning over my cock, baby?” he retorted, sometimes you felt like you wanted to slap that arrogant grin of his. “can’t put the blame on me like dat.”

“and who begged tremendously to let it in, huh?” you fire back a query, but he cuts you off as you feel it tearing your pussy even more deeply and forcefully.

you can't help but wail, "shit—ah, satoru," and feel his touch throughout your entire body, especially when he bit down the right spots. “keep it down? hell nah.”

“we’re just getting warmed up, darling.”

GETO SUGURU

"can't promise anything, but we'll try!" geto called back, a grin evident in his voice.

"will we though?" you inquired with a grin, as if it were impossible. geto returned your gaze, interlocking his hands once more as he bent down and kissed you on the lips. "that's why i said we can't promise anything, princess."

"but how else will the guys know we're having a good time?" he said, voice full of joyful mischief as he proceeded to work you through the sweet spot. dripping saliva as you sticked you tongue out and making a mess, unable to say anything since his cock has left your body speechless.

geto clearly understands your body, what it wants, and why it wants him.

"let me show ya how to make ya feel good, princess."

@uzurakis — rqs are open ^u^

[noyasmashing]

Between Lines

Sub!Kenma x Fem!reader

CW: caught jerking off, reader a lil mean, begging, kenma being a cry baby, phone smut

A/N: Kinda rushed this one tbh.. I don’t know if I’m a fan of it but I liked the idea

WC: 1,360

Kenma's quiet demeanor was a defining trait, one that set him apart from the crowd. He wasn't one to actively seek out friendships, nor did he make much effort to engage in conversations with girls.

However, you were the exception. The circumstances of how your nightly calls began was something Kenma could not recall; but it was evolved from your shared love of video games. But once the controllers were set aside for the night, the conversations continued.

Despite his reputation for silence, Kenma was an attentive listener. He found solace in the sound of your voice, absorbing every detail you shared – whether it was the latest gossip, your favorite TV shows, or the mundane details of your day. He was content with this, offering only occasional interjections or quiet chuckles in response.

When the topic inevitably turned to him, Kenma's responses were dry, stale. I mean, you tried to talk about him, but it’s like he was on a witness protection program. He always found a way to turn the conversations back to you.

You weren’t exactly sure why, as sometimes you would have to ask “Are you still there, Kozu?"

A soft "mhmm" would be his only response, a subtle reassurance that he was indeed still listening.

Tonight was no exception. The clock ticked past 10:00 pm, leaving Kenma’s room dark as he lay on his bed, phone pressed to his ear. Your voice filled the room, animated and excited as you recounted the latest episode from your favorite TV show.

"But can you believe that plot twist?" you exclaimed, your excitement palpable even through the phone.

"Yeah, it was unexpected," Kenma replied, his tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

As the conversation continued, Kenma found himself lying there, feeling embarrassingly aroused. Lately, he had been struggling to find release, but there was something about the sound of your voice that seemed to make him undeniably hard.

His hand started to wander lower, venturing into forbidden territory where his boxers were already dampened with precum.

"That reminds me, Kozu! What you pulled off during the last match was pretty impressive," you enthusiastically complimented him, completely unaware of the effect your words were having on him.

“o-oh really?” He asked shakily, shamelessly teasing his overly sensitive pink tip.

"Mhmm, good job, Kozu.” You chuckled, praising him once more for his gaming skills.

Now, of all times, was the worst moment to praise him like that. He was already so aroused! The tone of your voice, your affectionate words, and just your presence in general was too much for him. By now, he was shakily jerking himself off, beads of precum leaking out of his tip.

He attempted to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but his efforts were in vain as a loud moan escaped him, broadcasting through the mic. His moment of ecstasy was abruptly halted when the realization of his mistake hit him.

"Kozu?" you asked, surprised at his unexpected reaction. Kenma didn’t know what to do with himself. He could die right about now. The one time he decided to let into his urges and he gets caught!

Before he could gather his thoughts to respond, you continued with a mischievous tone, "Have you been getting off to my voice every night?" Kenma's cheeks flushed even deeper as he struggled to find words, caught off guard by your bold question.

"N-no... I just... I'm sorry," Kenma whimpered out, his embarrassment evident in his voice. Somehow, he found himself even more aroused than before. Being caught by you had an unexpected effect on his body.

He braced himself for your potential reaction—scolding, perhaps even the silent treatment, or worse. But instead, your voice cut through his panicked thoughts, softer than before, calm and understanding,

"Did you cum yet?" you asked curiously, your tone indicating a desire to help with his predicament.

"W-what?" Kenma asked, still expecting a reprimand from you, his confusion evident in his voice.

“Cum? Did you?” you asked, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"N-n, no.. no I didn’t," Kenma told you anxiously, unable to believe you would ask him something so intimate.

“Do you want to?” you inquired, your tone still gentle, yet probing. Kenma couldn't decipher how you felt about the situation, but he responded with a shaky "yes," although it was an obvious answer.

Your light laughter filled the air, further fueling Kenma's embarrassment. "I won't stop you, Kozu. I was waiting for something like this to happen," you admitted seductively, your words sending a shiver down his spine.

Kenma let out a soft whine, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him at your candid admission.

His hand slowly made its way back down to his aching cock, ready to relive himself of this burning feeling.

"What... what do you mean?" Kenma let out shakily, running his hand over the length of his throbbing erection. God, he was incredibly turned on right now, teetering on the edge of climax with every touch.

"Oh, come on," you teased, as if he should have known what you meant all along, though maybe he did, he wasn't sure. "Do you think I spend hours talking to you even when it’s late just for fun? I like you, Kozume. I really do," you confessed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

This time, Kenma let out a loud moan in response. You? You liked him? It was all too much for him to process.

"I want to see you," he whined, his voice filled with desperation, the sound of his frantic movements against his cock audible through the speaker, causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sound so pretty right now. I wish it was my hand doing the work for you," you remarked, ignoring his attempts at flattery.

He continued to diligently pleasure himself, while you comforted him with soft words, unwittingly encouraging his actions.

His breath became heavier, punctuated by moans and whimpers. "Please," he breathed out, nearing the edge of his climax.

"Please what, Kozu? Do you want to cum?" you asked warmly, causing him to nod his head rapidly, as if you could see him.

"Hmm?" you questioned at his silence. He let out a shy "can I?" seeking your permission for release.

"I don’t know…" you trailed off, feigning contemplation. "I’m kind of upset you touched yourself to my voice without me knowing. You're such a little pervert," you chided, and Kenma couldn't help but let out a mangled sob, his hand slowing its pace in response to your disapproval.

Hearing his slowed motions, you quickly scolded him,

"Don’t slow down if I didn’t tell you to.” This time you were much harsher than he expected. Tears began running down his burning cheeks, small apologies leaving his wet lips.

“If you wanna cum, beg," your demeanor shifted quickly, fueling his arousal even more.

He couldn’t believe you would make him do something so lewd, but he was too far gone to stop himself, "Please.. p-please [name], 'wanna cum so bad! I'm sorry.. mm sorry!" Kenma's voice came out in pitiful sobs, his desperation evident.

The sound of your tongue clicking, as if you weren’t satisfied with his pleas, only made him more desperate.

“I don’t know… maybe I should make you wait until I can touch you,” you remarked. But all Kenma could focus on was the “until I can touch you.”

The thought of you, looking at him with those pretty eyes as you made him cum on himself over and over again, was too much.

He let out more pleas and whimpers, his hips buckling pathetically into his own hand.

“I need to cum, it hurts. I haven’t in sooo long. Please, just this once.. one time,” he rambled, trying to convince you.

"Alright baby, let it out," you finally relented, and Kenma's moans grew louder as thick white ropes of cum flew out from his sensitive tip, coating his pale stomach. Small thank yous and pieces of your name left his lips as he hit his peak.

"Who knew someone so quiet would moan so loud," you remarked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

[sweetshuga]

Best friend 2 ✰ MS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

bff!matt! Best friends are usually off limits, but how can you resist when he’s wearing that pretty pink tee knowing you love it when he does. «Part 1»

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 – "Mhm... I know ’s your favourite, don’t you get why I wore it today?" He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver of excitement to strike up your spine. "Now, let’s be quiet alright? Chris and Nick are still home... you don’t want them to hear me fuck you senseless, do you pretty?" Is the last thing he whispered before bending you over the bathroom sink, fulfilling your fantasies—and his own.

Your breath hitched when he suddenly manhandled you – turning you around and bending you over the edge of the sink counter. His hands gripped your hips, fingers splaying out in a possessive way as he bent forward until his chest was flush against your back.

"So pretty," he cooed lowly, nuzzling his face in your hair and inhaling your scent, one hand slowly going around until it was splayed across your lower abdomen. "Let’s see just how wet you are." His pinky dipped into the waistband of your loose sweatpants – a silent question for permission.

Matt’s hand fully dipped in after you nodded your head, the pads of his fingers quickly finding the center of your panties and groaning at how fucking soaked you were.

"Fuuuck," he breathed out. "You fucking drenched your panties." He stated bluntly, his lips curling into a grin before speaking in a lower tone—voice dropping a few octaves down from arousal. "Allll this just for me hmm?" He dragged out his words, chuckling to himself.

"Mhmm—yeah, all for you..." you whispered, unable to talk any louder as the embarrassment settled in. Your face heated up and breath hitched as Matt’s fingers moved languidly over your clit through your soaking wet panties. You could feel all the sensations his skilled fingers were giving you thanks to the wet cotton fabric clinging to your pussy.

"Can I finger you sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear, teasing you on purpose even though he knew you were obviously very willing.

You let out a small whine, face flushing more as he kept teasing you over your underwear with gentle strokes. "You’re seriously gonna ask that?" Your breathless question elicited a small chuckle from him, the sound making you even more turned on than you already were. "Oh, baby, consent is important, I’m just being a caring best friend."

You hadn’t noticed his hand slipping into your underwear.

"Mhm, does best friends do what you’re doin—ahn! " Your teasing was cut short by your own unexpected moan caused by Matt’s fingers circling your bare slippery clit.

You were too into your own thoughts to have noticed his hand or the way he was giggling quietly to himself as his fingers slowly dragged themselves down your slit and prodded at your entrance teasingly before sliding back up, making you clench around nothing.

Matt smiled against your hair when he heard the needy whine escaping you and he decided to tease you further, thinking your reactions were endearing. "Oh? But I thought you didn’t want me to finger you since you didn’t give me permission sweetheart." He feigned Innocence, barely holding back his amusement.

"Matt!" You whined loudly, it making him break into a hearty chuckle. "Alright, alright, don’t shout." You scoffed, "I was not shoutin- Mmmfp!! " Your words were cut short, yet again, by your own noise.

Matt had slipped two long digits in you.

"Fuck—mm-ah, lemme at least finish my ffucking words." You gasped out softly in between breathy whines as Matt’s fingers dragged across your inner walls in painstakingly teasing slow strokes, letting himself feel every small bump and texture of your gummy walls. His fingers curled inside you, searching for that special spot.

Your whole body shuddered when Matt’s fingertips suddenly pushed against the outlarged spongy bump along the front wall of your sloppy cunt – your g-spot – causing you to let out a drawn out moan.

"Found it." Matt hummed triumphantly and he didn’t waste any more time, his digits starting to move rapidly in a digging motion against your sweet spot.

Sparks lit up behind your eyes, that threatened to roll back, with each motion of his fingers. You bit your lips to muffle your needy sounds since Nick and Chris were home and could potentially hear you if you were any louder.

However, that only turned him on more.

Matt groaned lowly when he felt your pussy clench around his fingers, his free hand snaking up to fondle your tits through your t-shirt, letting out another groan when he felt your warmth through the thin fabric, only now noticing your lack of a bra.

"Your pussy loves my fingers huh? Listen to all that sloppy shlurp’s and squelches." He teased, mimicking the wet watery sounds as he finger-fucked you, almost rendering you dumb on his fingers.

"F-fuck-- I’m gonna- Matt! Mmm-ahh." You finally let out your desperate moans, only to get silenced – or well, muffled – by Matt’s hand that was previously playing with your tits.

"Shh-shh, baby, quiet now hm? Don’t need Chris to come knocking and asking what we’re doing now do we?" He spoke in a hushed tone, his words strained with barely contained desire. You were quick to climax, his voice and fingers enough to send you over the edge.

"Fucking soaking my fingers with your cum huh?" He chuckled when your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, eyelashes fluttering and all.

Matt slowly pulled his fingers out after you finally relaxed against him, your legs about to give out any second—which gave him an idea to say the least.

He pushed your front flush against the counter beside the sink, leaning back to unbuckle his belt, the clanking of metal making your greedy cunt flutter in anticipation.

You don’t even know how it’s humanly possible to take off one’s pants and boxers so fast, but Matt made it possible as the blunt head of his hefty length nudged against your thigh in mere seconds after the sounds of his buckle being undone.

Matt’s fingers were quick to hook themselves in the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down in one swift motion and eliciting a hiss from you due to the cool air hitting your overheated glistening pussy.

He let out a low whistle when he saw your pussy, all bare and glistening just for him. His hands reached out and spread your lips apart with his thumbs to reveal your spasming entrance.

"Could fucking cum from the sight alone, fuuck, you’re so pretty." His words were nothing more than a whisper to himself, but you caught them nonetheless.

"Matt- I need you inside, s’badly." You blurted out, a little too desperate for your liking, but then again, you couldn’t really wait any longer. You were dying for him to fuck you, and how could he refuse? You were handing yourself on a silver platter to him and he was more than ready to satisfy you.

Matt wrapped his fingers around your throat in a gentle grip, just to adjust your position. He pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest, the edge of the counter in front of you making it impossible to move as his cock slowly slid inside.

Hissing at the heat and the way you were already sucking him in as his fingers flexed against your neck, eyes closing shut as the feeling of you enveloping him inch by inch flooded his senses.

"Haahh... Fuck, you feel incredible." Matt moaned, his eyes fluttering open to look at you in the mirror in front of you. His eyes darkened and brows knitted together in pleasure when he saw the expression on your face.

"Holy fuck, look at yourself, all drunk on my cock and I just entered you." He raised his eyebrows as he ground his hips against your ass, stirring your insides and pressing against your cervix, causing you to let out a whimper of pleasure and slight pain from the pressure.

Matt drew out until just the tip remained before slowly sliding back in, setting a slow pace that let you feel every inch of his veiny shaft. Your pussy made wet squelching sounds the more he increased his pace, causing him to chuckle breathlessly.

As much as you loved the feeling of him going slowly and savoring the pleasure, you needed more and thus you started to meet his thrusts, pushing back against his hips.

Matt’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt you deliberately increase the pace, his hand that was previously around your throat snaking up to your mouth to muffle your moans.

"Greedy girl," he whispered as he increased his pace, relishing in your muffled moans and the way your hands scrambled to hold onto something—anything as his hips slapped hard against your ass with each brutal slam.

Seeing your eyes rolling back and pussy spasm around him along with the needy mewls that were far too loud to muffle almost made him finish, but he wanted you to come for him again, he wanted you to feel the most pleasure.

Your thighs trembled when the pads of his fingers found your slick swollen clit and started to draw furious swipes on it, causing you to squirm due to the intense waves of pleasure coursing through so suddenly, but you were trapped against the bathroom counter and him.

You could only take what he gave you.

𓆩♡𓆪

A few more minutes of his unrelenting pounding paired with his fingers strumming your sensitive clit and you were climaxing, hard.

Your mind blanked, the pleasure swallowing your whole being and wiping out any lingering thoughts—hell, you were pretty sure you forgot your own name at some point. Your vision blurred from tears of pleasure, hands scrambling down to clutch onto his wrist to stop his fingers from stimulating your overstimulated nub any further.

Matt was holding back from finishing, but the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him and pulling him inside with each contraction made it impossible to hold back his own orgasm and he climaxed pretty fucking hard, biting his lips to muffle his own moans as his hips stuttered against you.

His hand that was playing with your clit wrapped around your waist instead, his face contorting in unadulterated bliss and satisfaction as his balls drained all of his spend right into you.

The feeling of his warm milky seed flooding your quivering cunt was all you needed. A satisfied moan fell out of your parted lips the moment Matt lowered his hand and wrapped it around your waist, holding onto you tightly and pulling you more against him before letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breaths and also relishing in the afterglow, but that was until someone knocked on the bathroom door – which obviously startled both of you.

"Matt? You in there?" Chris’ voice came muffled through the door.

Matt’s body tensed behind you, "Uh, yeah, what’s up?" He rasped, sounding far too nervous and suspicious even to himself. A few seconds of silence felt like hours before Chris finally replied, "Hurry out, let’s finish the game, you disappeared in the middle of it."

Matt let out a sigh of relief before replying in a more steady voice. "Yeah... yeah, I’ll be out in a bit." He slowly pulled out with a wet pop, hissing quietly as he did so.

Chris seemed to have bought whatever Matt was making up and his footsteps faded away after telling Matt to hurry up again.

Matt started to help you clean between your legs with wet wipes before cleaning himself up and you both fixed your clothes and hair in the mirror.

Your thoughts wandered while you adjusted your clothes. Was this the beginning of a 'friends with benefits' type of a relationship? You weren’t sure, but you were pretty damn sure that this was the best fuck you’ve ever had. No, scrap that, the best you’ll ever probably have.

Matt’s definitely the best fucking friend ever.

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wc. 2k (2,004)

note. English is not my first language!

Isa’s note. First full fic of this year and we’re going back to basics! It’s so weird to look back at how much my fics have changed... Why is it so awkward after the sex part though? Like what am I supposed to write??? Anyway, the ending was kinda rushed ’cause I just wanted this fic done.

Also, @lolastrniolo requested a part two like so long ago lmao and I was still not used to writing smut so I couldn’t really write the continuation, but now that I’m more comfortable with it, here it is! 🎀

© sweetshuga

[aeristudios]

fated strut- pt. i

̗̀➛ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: greek god!Jeonghan x model!reader

̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In a whirlwind fashion show, a part-time model's life takes a mystical turn when she becomes the muse for the captivating Greek God Jeonghan. Unbeknownst to her, she shares a deep connection tied to his past. As their chemistry ignites amidst secrets and rivalries, will love conquer their complicated fates?

̗̀➛ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut, fantasy, doppleganger au, r 18+

̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nocturnal emission (sex dream), unprotected sex, kissing, fingering, backshots, riding, oral, biting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, pet names, sweet stuff, a lil bit of squirting, cream pie, oh and cursing 😂

̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 7.2k

̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐍: This fic has had me stressed for the last couple of months lol. I have always been into greek mythology (I even hosted a multi collab before for it) and I got the idea earlier this year to do another one but just for seventeen. Thank you Maren @wooahaeproductions for hosting the 13 Gods Of Olympus collab with me and helping it come to life. Also thank you to @hannieween and @hobeemin for beta reading this and giving me some much needed feedback. I knew what I had was good and with your help it made it better :) also thank you to @cheolism and @junkissed for letting me run some ideas with them about the greek mythology and the BC era lol. I hope you like this 🖤

Golden light filters through your curtains, casting soft shadows that dance across the room. The scent of something sweet—honey and vanilla—lingers in the air, pulling at the edges of your consciousness. Everything feels so real and vivid, so alive. There is a haze in the light that looks nostalgic. 

You are sitting on a kline, handcrafted by Hephaestus himself, weaving away with a ball of twine in your hands. The clatter of sandals against the hard floor gets your attention. Looking up, Jeonghan is standing there, his blonde hair shimmering in the light, with a playful smile on his lips. 

“Shouldn’t be off delivering those messages to the mortals?” You tease him playfully. 

“They can wait,” he says, setting down his bag. “I have more pressing matters to attend to.” 

“Oh?” You slowly set down your twine. “What is that?” 

He walks over and kisses you deeply, sending ripples through your soul. You realize quickly that the “pressing matter” was that he wanted to be inside of you, and you were more than happy to oblige. 

“Jeonghan, you’re going to get in trouble with Zeus,” you taunt him. 

“I don’t care,” he grits, pulling you into another kiss.

You take off your gown, your nakedness exposed to him in all its glory. Jeonghan’s eyes you with adoration and lust, his hand palming the growing bulge under his toga. Sheer excitement runs through your veins, the thought of being roughly fucked on the kline making you wet with arousal. As if he read your mind, he tugs at your hair and bends you over, his fingers seductively playing with your sweet folds. 

“You’re already so wet for me, my love?” He licks your essence coated on his digits. “I have to break the rules more often.”

Your laugh is light as the air, anticipating and craving him deeply. You find yourself pressing your clit, spreading your legs apart, and rubbing it so he can get a better view. Jeonghan licks his lips at the sight before him, his hand stroking his cock as he lines up to your entrance. 

“Please,” your breathy moans floating in the room. “Give it to me.” 

“As you wish,” he murmurs as he inserts himself in your clenching heat. Your back arches as his thrusts go deep, the clapping sound of your skin against his hard and loud enough to create thunder from the heavens. Jeonghan looks down in amusement, watching your ass bounce every time he snaps his hips. He’s turned on and seduced, and you could have him turn into puddy with just one look. That’s how much he is into you. That’s how much he loves you. 

“You feel s-so g-good,” you barely sound out. “I-I love you.”

Jeonghan pulls you by your hair, his thrusts unrelenting as he kisses you hard. “I love you too.”

He raises his leg on the kline, pushing you back down, and strokes you from another angle. Your legs shake, your peak nearing as he continues to hit your pleasure points in all the right ways. “FUCK” is all you can scream out before you come undone, your essence squirting all over him and the floor. You are a whimpering mess, clutching the edge of the kline as he continues his onslaught until his release comes shortly after. He fills you up with his hot load, pumping his dick until he is spent, slowly slipping out of you. The loss is evident, and his cum starts to drip in between your folds. 

“Uh, uh,” he frowns as he crouches behind you. “We can’t leave that to waste, can we?”

He swipes what’s dripping down your leg with his fingers, returning them to your mouth to suck. You suck them with earnest, your eyes closing with sexual gratification. He turns you wild, and you want more. You attempt to initiate another round, but you are interrupted by the sound of thunder just outside your window, scaring you half to death.

“Sounds like the big guy is mad,” Jeonghan reluctantly pulls away. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, I know,” you nod, kneeling down to grab your gown. “You’ll be back, right?” 

He gazes at you with the softest eyes you have ever seen, letting him pull you close into another kiss. “Don’t I always come back?”

Your world shifts into a fading memory, the golden haze slowly replaced with stark brown walls and paintings. Jeonghan is gone. The thunder outside is as real as ever, followed by a bolt of lightning that feels too close to home. Reality slowly sets in, and you realize you are having a dream. This is the second one you have had this week with Jeonghan, the infamous Greek god. It feels natural, like you’re watching a memory of yourself, and you don’t understand it. 

You frantically grab your journal, jotting down every moment before the details get fuzzy and lost forever. This has to mean something, right?

A few weeks later...

You feel the galvanic buzz of anticipation humming as you stand backstage at Paris Fashion Week. Models twirl past you, dripping in the latest haute couture, their expressions exuding fierceness. You? You were just happy to be there. As the last-minute addition, the unexpected wildcard about to open the show—your heart races, matching the rhythm of the music that spills into the warehouse. The scent of expensive cologne and crepitus excitement lingers around you.

You weren’t even supposed to be here at all. You model in your part-time to pay the bills, but your real love, your true passion, is classical studies—specifically, your focus on Greek mythology. Growing up, you’ve always heard the stories of the Gods who ruled the world and how slowly but surely they started disappearing because people quit believing in them. Your mom, who raised you pagan, would tell you about missionaries coming over and preaching the Bible and using it in force, and people started losing their way and adapting to this new life. There are still gods amongst us who will never go away, no matter what. People are still human and have needs, after all.

That’s what brought you here tonight—Jeonghan, the god of many things, keeps appearing in your dreams; scenes of a past life take up much of your night, and you can’t ignore it anymore. You have to see and know him, and you aren’t above using unconventional methods to get what you want. You cozied up to the right people and got yourself cast onto his fashion show. Sometimes, all it takes is a look, a touch of your hand, or very selective words to get what you want. You aren’t sure you would call it a power… let’s just say you are persuasive.

“Thank the gods you are here tonight,” the stage manager, Lea, says as she adjusts your dress. “I can’t believe she didn’t show up.”

The model that was supposed to open up the show, Penelopeia, partied a little too hard the night before. How do you know this? You were right beside her, dancing and drinking the night away. You knew her in passing, working for the same modeling agency, and talked here and there, but you two aren’t friends. But you were out with acquaintances last night, and she was there. Ultimately, she is a grown woman and can make her own choices, but you might’ve given her some extra encouragement when she complained about her being tired and “needing” a break. You told her it was “fine” to blow off some steam, which wouldn’t mean anything. The touch of your hand when you held hers and listened to her cry about how tough her life is and whispered nothings in her ear. It was perfect. 

“Are you ready?”

You nod as the music changes, the lights dim, and you take your place behind the runway. Your heartbeat matched the drum's beat in your ears. 

“I'm like some kind of supernova... watch out!”

On cue, you walked, every gaze drawn to you as your body moved to the beat, each step a spell cast upon the audience. Unbeknownst to you, Jeonghan stood backstage, mesmerized by the essence you exuded, a natural allure that made him curious with its intensity.

You circle the runway and walk back to where you came from, your body on autopilot as your linen dress sashes across your body. You are rushed backstage, the dress slipping off of you hurriedly, briefly exposing your breasts while you are putting on another. You feel eyes burning into the back of your neck, and you instinctively turn around, meeting Jeonghan's soft brown eyes. His warm blonde locks hang below his ears, touching his delicate neck. He smirked, raising his glass of red wine, and you meekly looked away, clearly affected by a god's presence.

Jeonghan watches you intently as you take another lap around the runway. The familiarity of your presence slowly creeps in, and curiosity is taking care of the cat. He’s been around for a long time now, and he’s seen a lot of faces, old and new. But you remind him of an old lover from his past life, someone he prefers to keep buried in the back of his mind. You were clearly a doppelganger of her, and watching you in the flesh unnerves him to his core. There is no need to bring up thousands-year-old drama now. You’re in front of him now, beautiful as ever, and despite every red flag— he will have you wrapped around his fingers by the end of the night. 

You walk backstage and are dragged to the side by your dresser, who is adjusting your clothes one last time for your final walk. She fusses with your hair, a small annoyance you put up with because you know she is doing her job. You find yourself searching for Jeonghan through the slew of models, your eyes not resting until you see him talking to his stage assistant near the beginning of the runway. He is a god in every sense of the word. Butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach when you see his soft, delicate features and how he carries himself. Very deific, very mindful. 

“He’s mesmerizing, isn’t he?”

You slowly come out of your self-induced trance, meeting the eyes of your dresser, Helen, a younger woman who couldn’t be older than 21. Her doe-eyed look makes her look innocent, and you feel the need to protect her from this cruel industry. 

“He’s okay,” you clear your throat. 

“Oh please, he’s a divine enigma,” Helen chuckled, a playful smirk gracing her lips. “It’s perfectly natural to admire someone’s allure, especially someone so utterly enchanting as HIM.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her outburst, knowing that deep down, she was right. Jeonghan is the sexiest man you have ever laid eyes on. It doesn’t help that he is the god of fortune, luxury, and all the other things that make him much more attractive. 

“Okay, it’s time to do the final walk,” Helen announces as she finishes up. “You are going to walk out with him in front since you technically walked first in the show.”

You gaze at Jeonghan across the way, watching him wrap up his conversation with the stage assistant. “Is this custom? I thought usually the models walk out one final time, and then the designer comes out towards the end.” 

“Usually, yeah,” Helen shrugs. “But that’s not how Jeonghan does things.”

She lightly pushes you towards the front, catching his attention as the strobe lights change colors. You glowed in your dress, symbolizing a halo of beauty that made it hard for Jeonghan to turn away. This catches him off guard, a strange chill running through his veins that he is unfamiliar with. Keeping himself in line, he saunters over to you, his close proximity filling your stomach with butterflies. 

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he whispers in your ear. “I don’t bite.”

The thought of his perfect mouth giving you love bites thrills you, and an intense longing starts to brew within your core. Feeling bold, you smile softly, responding in a tone only he could hear. 

“Well, that’s too bad.” 

Jeonghan chuckles lightly, impressed by your cheekiness. He slips his arm between yours, waiting for the curtains to open. The light touch of his arm brushing against yours gives you goosebumps, the exuberance bubbling inside you. You’ve studied him all your life, read the stories, and visited the ancient sites from many moons ago. You have never been near a Greek god, let alone touch one, and for a moment, you forget why you were really there. You were just a pretty model, attracted to the most successful man in the world, and the way he looks at you right now is setting your loins on fire. 

The curtains finally open, and you walk with him arm and arm like you were his equal. The other models did as they were supposed to do, walking behind you as you two set the runway ablaze. You stood in the center while he gave his bows; the audience applauded in crescendos. Jeonghan then returns to your side, his presence intoxicating and making you almost lose your senses. You walk in unison until you reach backstage, and Helen is waiting for you to help you out of your dress. Before you parted ways, he lightly touched your hand, grabbing your attention and Helen’s, with raised eyebrows.

“I’m interested in sharing another stage with you,” he whispers, his brown eyes gleaming with desire. “Without all the light and people watching us. Beyond the runway.” 

You cock an eyebrow playfully, putting on your best poker face, but inside, nervousness eats at you alive. You know you shouldn’t do this, as your sole reason was to find answers about him and why he encompasses your every dream. It took a lot of sweet talking and favors to get you in his lineup, let alone starting the show and inadvertently being his muse of the day. You knew you were going to have to mix your business with pleasure, and with the way he is gazing at you, the business is going further in the back of your mind. 

“Where do I sign up?” You say coyly, rubbing your finger against the fabric of his shirt. 

“Meet me in the back in fifteen minutes, and I’ll take you to my place.” 

You nod, and he leaves you with a soft kiss on your cheek. “Don’t be late.”

You watched him walk away, still feeling his warm lips on your cheek. You kept it cool, casually grabbing your things, but inside, you were buzzing, excitement bursting through your chest like fireworks. You weren’t sure what the night would bring, but you would never turn down the possibility of being in the company of a Greek god. 

You make your way to the back as directed, exchanging goodbyes with Helen and watching the models leave one by one. Fifteen minutes exactly, Jeonghan appears, twirling his car keys in his hands and opening the back door for you, leading you to a classic Mercedes Benz 250CE. He opens your door like the gentleman he is, making sure you are secure in your seat before coming over to the driver’s side. 

“Are you ready to go, doll?”

You nod, your sparkling eyes matching your smile. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The car ride was a short one, but it felt like it was going on forever. He played smooth jazz, driving with one hand and conveniently placing his hand on your thigh. Your mind was filled with thoughts of your dreams—the intimacy you felt and the sadness that tormented you when he disappeared. 

“You seem comfortable,” Jeonghan observed. “Most people would be scared to be with me.”

“Well, I have a feeling I am in good hands,” you answer honestly. 

You had so many questions about him as a Greek god, as it's not often (or really at all) that you can talk to one. Despite these waves of emotions tugging at your heart, you maintained a flawless facade until you arrived at his residence, a beautiful hotel that housed penthouses only the wealthy lived in.

“Welcome in.” 

The housekeeper greeted you as you walked into Jeonghan’s penthouse, located in the heart and soul of Paris. The interior was dripped in luxury, feeling more like an art gallery than a place to live. Everything has a place, and it makes you nervous about even moving around in the event you accidentally bump into something. The vinyl player played soulful jazz, a fancy concert piano was in the corner and hundreds of books lined up like his own personal library. Jeonghan guides you by your waist to the kitchen, a grand spectacle of the finest cooking ware, dishes, and appliances that were way above your budget. You sit on a stool while he pours you a glass of red, the finest from Chateauneuf du Pape.

“Nice place,” you sweet talk him. “I would say you must’ve worked hard to get all this, but I know better.”

“Do you?” He counters, handing you your glass. “Do you think you know everything?”

“I know what I know from books, archives, etcetera,” you explain casually. “It’s not like I can ring up Zeus and ask him to read me a bedtime story.” 

His lips curve as he chuckles, watching you sip the rich ruby-red liquid in your glass. “You have a sense of humor. I like that.”

You smirked, leaving him to his thoughts as you walked towards the large picture window, looking at the Eiffel Tower. It’s late, but the city has so much life in it. The tall, grandeur buildings that have stood through the ages are accompanied by French lights and taxis flying back and forth at night. Between your studies, walking runways, and doing commercial shoots, it was a matter of time before you made it out of the United States and into Paris. 

You aren’t this in-demand model agencies are banging the door down for. But when you come to work, you work. You know how to convince people to take a chance on you, whether it's your words of intellect or how you pose. Your mom always taught you to be observant and scope the scene before you act; that advice hasn’t stirred you wrong before. 

In the window's reflection, you watch Jeonghan gently place his glass on the table, the soft clink barely breaking the serene silence. He strides to your right, his presence warm and magnetic as he stands beside you, eyes mesmerized by the sprawling cityscape before you. 

“So why are you here? Aside from the obvious.”

Jeonghan’s question catches you off guard, stirring you out of your peaceful daydream.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, baby,” Jeonghan cocks his head. “Don’t play coy.”

Your response hangs in the air as you search for the right words. How do you confess to a god that you've been dreaming of them without knowing why? You are sure they have heard it all before, and you wouldn’t be any different.

“Honestly speaking,” you start, taking another sip of your wine. “I’ve studied you all my life: the Greek Gods and the beings you used to be on Earth. Your stories fascinate me, and I want to put this master’s degree in classical studies to good use.”

“Uh huh,” Jeonghan hums. “Are you sure that’s it?” 

“I mean, I may have other reasons… but I can’t tell you all my secrets.”

You finish the remnants in your glass, sauntering and setting it next to his. You glance up, your heart beating fast as you meet his gaze. He watches you intently, a spark of amusement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes as he watches you internally squirm. At that moment, it feels as though the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, and you feel yourself being sucked into his spell. 

“Well, are you going to stare at me all night or show me around this place?”

You raise your hand, waiting for him to grab it and lead the way. He does just that, showing you around his massive penthouse. You don’t know if you could ever afford this place even if you had all the money in the world. Every room has its bathroom, and the balcony is beautifully decorated with a view to die for. You notice another room with more books than the collection you saw earlier, and you make a note later to ask about it… even hoping to take a peek at potentially ancient history. 

 Jeonghan slipped his hand on your waist as the tour went on, pulling you close like you were already his. His slender fingers held on to you kind of tight, like he was imprinting on you… You can’t say you don’t like that. 

You stop in front of his bedroom, the dark forest green double-doored room paired with gold handles waiting to be opened. You gaze at Jeonghan, who leans against the door, casually putting his hands in his pockets. 

“Is there a reason why we are just standing here?” You pose, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“No reason at all,” he responds, pulling you closer to him. “I just like looking at my bedroom door closed, that’s all.”

You raise an eyebrow, quite aware that he is teasing you. Being around him gives you a rush through your veins, a magnetic pull that sets your nerves and soul on fire. You know you should be doing a better job fighting this attraction between you two, but being around him makes you slowly lose all of your senses. He’s intoxicating; you feel hazy, like you are in a dream and don’t want to wake up. 

“So, are you going to sweet talk me in front of this door all night, or are you going to let me in?”

He chuckles softly as he opens his doors, leading to a grand master bedroom that all of the words in the dictionary couldn’t come close to describing. You knew he was the god of luxury, but what’s in front of your eyes exceeds that. This is opulence in its purest form. His massive king-size bed was decked with the finest white blankets and pillows filled with goose feathers that looked handcrafted with care. Your toes bask in the softest fur rug you have ever touched. It felt like you were walking on clouds. Jeonghan motions for you to sit on the bed, taking your hand as he helps you climb up. Your dress rises a bit, exposing your inner thigh to your surprise and his delight. 

“Don’t get any ideas,” you rib, crossing your legs slowly. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll give me an invitation by the end of the night.”

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you adjust your dress. Watching him move with purpose to his shelf, he pulls out a vinyl and puts it in the player. Recognizing Billie Holiday's distinct and powerful voice, you lean back into the pillows and watch him approach the other side of the bed. With a snap of his fingers, the lights dim, opening the curtains and revealing another side of Paris, a quieter one that shows the city below. The ceiling separates slowly, revealing a twilight blue skyline with dark clouds surrounding you. It’s beautiful. 

You feel the bed shift on your left, and Jeonghan climbs quietly, his movements as light as a cat. He lifts the comforter, a gentle invitation for you to come under as his feet disappear under the thick cover. 

“Are you this friendly with all the women you bring over?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” his laugh is light as he rakes his fingers through his hair. “Just the ones I like.” 

You nod, following his lead and slowly basking into the warm cover. You can still see him in the low light, his radiance shining through the dark room. Maybe it’s because of your extensive research of him and your knowledge, but he feels familiar. Every fiber in your body tells you to pull closer to him and confess every little thought swirling in your head. Is this what it’s like to be in front of a god?

“So, a master's in Classical Studies, huh?” Jeonghan probes, his index finger making a swirling motion on his sheets. “Let me guess, you have a focus on Greek mythology?”

Despite putting on your best poker face, you felt like something bitter went down your throat. He caught you off guard, and to be frank, it’s your fault. The god of many things and the most intelligent being to walk on this Earth would of course know who you are. He probably had your whole life story while you walked on his runway. 

“Ah,” you exhale. “You must think I’m crazy.” 

“Nah, I don’t,” he assures. “I’m very intrigued by you.”

“Are you?” 

“Yes. You’re smart, carry yourself well, almost as witty as me, and very well-spoken. Why do you choose to model instead of working in something with your degree?”

You stare at him, his words chipping away at your exterior piece by piece. You could sit here and come up with a lie that sounds plausible and keep your secrets. But you want to know why he keeps plaguing your dreams, and maybe he has the answers you need to make sense of this. Some honesty can’t hurt, right?

“I… like the attention,” you confess. “I like the way people look at me when I walk by. I love being adored and wanted. I like that I am so educated and an effective communicator that I can talk myself into things I want to be in. That and my looks combined? I don’t get turned down often.”

Jeonghan gazes at you, wondering if he should be amazed at your self-awareness or frightened. Admittedly, your confidence turns him on, and you have the kind of intellect he likes on a deeper level. Your voice is calm and seductive without even trying, and not to mention, you have a timeless beauty that makes it hard to look away. When you walked down that runway, your stride was a beautiful masterpiece—it held him captive. It was as if you were trained by Aphrodite herself. 

“Plus, I am not totally abandoning my degree,” you continue on. “I want to eventually write about the Greek gods and the legends behind them. So many stories and their lore have been forgotten as people worship other gods, and I don’t want that to be forgotten. It feels like a passion project, but I know this will benefit the world somehow.”

“How?”

“Well,” you clear your throat. “It will provide a different perspective of ancient civilization.”

You run your hands through your hair, causing the v top of your dress to shift slightly, partially revealing your cleavage. You reach down to adjust it, and Jeonghan eyes your every move as you gradually slide your dress back up. It’s your favorite dress, which you picked up at a thrift store a long time ago in New York. It’s a jade green evening dress that hugs your body the right way, with a mid-thigh split on the right. 

“You’re quiet,” you observe, shifting your body closer to him. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, just taking in what you said.” He pauses, his finger slowly sliding down to the slit of your dress. “I like the way you think.”

You nod, carefully choosing your next words. “I’m glad I made you feel that way.”

Your insides are on fire, begging for him to touch you in all the wrong right places. As if he could read your mind, he pulls you in for a kiss, his soft lips tearing down any walls you had. In a swift motion, he’s on top of you, hiking your dress up as he grinds his growing bulge against your sensitive core. A pleased hum escapes your lips, your body completely giving in to him.

“Mmm, you smell sweet,” Jeonghan utters, biting the bottom of your lip. “I’m sure you’ll taste just as good.”

His lips travel down your neck, sucking on your smooth skin until it's tender. Your hands desperately grab onto his silky blond hair as his tongue plays in circles along your collarbone, igniting a fire in you. You slowly lower the straps of your dress, tugging at the silky fabric until it lowers completely, revealing your breasts. Jeonghan marvels at the sight in front of him, his fingers brushing softly against your nipples. 

“Ah, you’re a goddess,” he whispers. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

He kisses you again, his hunger for you hot and strong as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his smooth chest and defined abs. Fire and desire burn between you two, and you thirstily tug at his pants, pushing them down so you can see his cock, threatening to break free in his boxers. 

“You are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” 

“I just know what I like, that’s all.” 

Leaving you with one last kiss, he moves on your breasts, cupping them softly and sucking on your nipples with such tenderness as if they were prized possessions. Your perfume mix smells pleasant to him, like an aphrodisiac, and he cannot get enough. Jeonghan usually likes to play with his food a bit before he eats it, but you bring something out of him that he hasn’t felt in a long time: impulsiveness and passion. He wants you more than he cares to admit, making him act out of his cool, calm, and collected nature. He sucks on your nipples harder, earning a hard moan from you, the blend of pleasure and pain igniting waves of excitement that leaves you breathless. 

His hand slips in between your legs, pushing them apart and sliding your panties to the side. His thumb rubs your clit softly, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. Jeonghan has you feeling like you are floating on air, unable to tell him what you want coherently. 

“Mmm… fuck I can’t take this,” you mutter. 

“Well, you will learn tonight, baby,” Jeonghan smirks as he lowers himself to your sweet entrance. “Tell me what you want.” 

“F-fuck,” you cooed. “You know what I want.”

“Just because I am a god doesn’t mean I can read your mind,” he teases, biting softly on your thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

You feel hot and rabid, trying to chase a high you are so close to getting. Jeonghan removes his thumb from your nub, snickering as he watches you groan in protest. He is determined to make you beg for it, and watching you squirm and fall apart underneath him would be the highlight of his night. He inserts a digit inside your wet core; a sweet smile spreads across your face soon after. 

“J-Jeonghan,” you sputter. “P-please just—”

“Say it, baby.” 

“Fuck, just make me cum, please.” 

Jeonghan slips a second finger into you, leaving small kisses on your thigh as he thrusts into your wet cunt. Your hands grip the sheets as he goes deeper, watching excitedly as your essence coats his fingers and his sheets. He planned to study you, explore what made you tick, and how your body liked to be teased. He wants to hear your perfect voice scream his name as your body shakes from being royally fucked by a god, and the way you are laid out in front of him, he is losing all composure. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “I think you deserve to cum now.” 

Quickly removing his fingers, he dives into your wet folds with his tongue and up to your sensitive clit. His fingers intertwine with yours, eating you with such a craze, the hunger of a starved being who is eating his favorite meal for the last time. The vibrating hums of his mouth to your delicate flower sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing down on you hard. He holds onto your thighs, holding you hostage as he takes everything you got. You proved him right—you tasted just as sweet as your perfume. He’s addicted to your aroma, a natural aphrodisiac that he will never get enough of. 

“There you are, princess, ” he whispers. “Keep giving it to me.”

Your moans turn into whines and then screams, your fingers desperately clinging to the sheets as he drinks you in. Jeonghan’s appetite is insatiable, and the god’s thirst for you is getting stronger by the minute. His nails dig into your thighs as he licks up and down your folds, desperate to taste more of your sweet essence. You feel airy, your body floating on cloud nine as if you have never had this kind of pleasure before. Sure, you have had your experiences and what you thought was the best sex of your life, but those don’t even come close to this.

“Come on baby, give me another,” he goads you. “I know you have it in you.” 

“J-Jeonghan,” you croak, desperation falling on your lips. “P-please. You win.”

“Win?” He chuckles softly. “ I haven’t even started.” 

His fingers return to your entrance, thrusting into you while his tongue remains on your clit. His lips make lewd noises, slurping and smacking away as he bullies you into your second orgasm of the night. Your toes curl, the springs in your abdomen snapping as it ripples through you like a hard wave. Jeonghan moans into your sweet core as you surrender to him; his pupils dilate as he takes the remaining energy that you have left. His free hand furiously pulls down his boxers, liberating his cock, and he touches himself at last.  He jerks himself to the thought of your mouth wrapped around his dick, tasting his cum as he shoots loads down your throat. He could easily stop and make his imagination a reality, but you just taste too damn good. 

“Damn,” you curse, brushing his hair from his face. “You are so good at this.” 

“Mmhmm,” is all he could say, his cruel tongue still playing circles around your clit. You lift yourself away from him, watching him pout as you take his meal. You can barely move, your legs still spasming from that earth-shattering orgasm. Your eyes travel lower to his freed cock, watching him pump himself with such eagerness, the precum oozing from his tip begging to be sucked. He was thick and girthy, his veins popping in places you liked. Your mouth salivates at the thought of tasting him in your mouth. 

“Can I?”

You sit up, gently motioning for him to lay back on the pillow. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he does what he is told, relaxing his hands behind his head. Jeonghan isn’t used to his playmates wanting to take control in the bedroom; most of them just want to have a story to tell about being fucked by a god. You excite him, a confident woman who knows what they want and isn’t apologetic about it. The twinkle in your eye you have for him turns him on, and he is counting the seconds where he can finally be inside of you. 

Your hand slides up his shaft, watching him shudder from your touch. You lean down, sucking on his tip and tasting his precum. You make eye contact as you take more of him, hallowing your cheeks and letting saliva drip out of the corners of your mouth. He tastes better than you imagined, and you feel gratification watching his lips part and low moans escape his pretty little mouth. You feel dirty, like his own personal whore, and you aren’t mad at that. Your very sensitive core still wants him, your clit pulsating at the thought of his very thick cock beating your walls down. 

“You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around me, princess,” he grunts, taking a handful of your hair. “Let’s see if you can handle me.” 

Jeonghan fucks your mouth roughly with such a force and rhythm that was only his, tears streaking your face as you take him whole. His dick hits the back of your throat, and you are thankful that you have a mean gag reflex. It’s smooth, clean, and fits your mouth just right. It’s like it was molded and shaped just for you. Your hand sneaks in between your legs, playing with your nub and willing yourself to cum for the third time. 

“Tsk, tsk, you dirty girl,” Jeonghan murmurs between grunts. “You do want me that bad? Do you want my cock inside your wet cunt?”

You nod fervently, your fingers increasing their pace. He pulls himself out of your mouth suddenly, lifting your head and kissing you with such an intense fire, his hands grasping your ass and giving it a tight smack. 

“I want to ride you, baby,” you breathe between kisses. “I want to feel you inside of me. Give me that, please.” 

He wants you as bad as you want him, his adrenaline pumping through his veins as he positions himself on the bed. His hands grab your hips, hovering over him as he aligns his cock to meet your entrance. The thought came to your mind about using a condom, but it went away quickly when you sunk onto him. He feels good; your walls tighten around him as you adjust to his size, rocking slowly back and forth to get a rhythm. 

“That’s it,” Jeonghan groans as he cups your breasts. “Take me however you want me.”

You increase your pace while he bucks into you, biting your lip until it's crimson red. His nails dig into your hips, the pain mixed with the pleasure sending you soaring through cloud nine. You lose all inhibition, riding him harder and deeper, addicted to chasing that orgasmic high that you feel coming sooner than you’d expected. Your body is on autopilot, refusing to stop until you’ve cummed on him at least once. If you didn’t know any better, you would say you were falling in love with him. The sex you had with him in your dreams doesn’t even come close to the real thing. His cock consistently hits all the right places, and he pays great attention to your body, teasing you and pushing you to your limits until you are sent over the edge. 

Jeonghan grabs you by your neck and kisses you deeply, thrusting deeper into you until you can no longer keep your composure. He loves watching you lose control, surrendering your body to him and screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His lips are slightly parted, whispering sweet things in your ear, praising you for taking him so well and rewarding you with filling you up with his cum. You look every bit fucked out and heavenly to him, and he wishes he could stay buried inside of you forever. What he feels for you is risky, and if it were someone else, he would turn those feelings off. But with you and the way you are taking him so well, he is completely into you. 

He helps you ride out your high, kissing you from your lips to your collarbone until you are overripe with sensitivity. Slowly lifting you, he lays you gently on his right, allowing you to catch your breath. 

“I-I don’t think I have ever been fucked like that before,” you confess in between breaths. “Are you sure you’re not the god of love?”

Jeonghan chuckles, putting on a robe and heading towards the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he notices a few scratches you left, noticeable dig marks from your nails that dug into his skin. He shrugs them off, knowing that the next day, they will disappear, and it will be like they were never there. He’s been on this Earth for a long time and has slept his way through all the women and men he desired, but this night with you has topped all of them. He feels a connection with you mentally and spiritually, and after feeling you for the first time, he is determined to keep you by his side. By all means. 

Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion, the day’s events catching up to you as your body acclimates with the sheets. You hear soft water running from the bathroom, and a few seconds later, Jeonghan appears in front of the door, his robe removed and naked. You glance at him and smirk, slowly getting out of bed and walking towards him. He is a divine enigma indeed. 

“Don’t worry, darling,” he assures you. “It’ll be a nice, relaxing bath.” 

His bathroom was definitely tailored to his taste. It had white and forest green marble floors, a shower stall big enough for more than three people centered in the middle, and two vanity sinks placed on opposite ends of each other. The tub was round and spacious, placed by the circular window that allowed you to see the stars at night. You slowly step into the foaming water, the sweet aroma of vanilla and bergamots filling your senses and pleasing your soul. Jeonghan comes in behind you, the water slightly splooshing around as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. You relax on his chest, feeling at peace as you stare outside the window. It feels so natural, feeling this comfortable around him. 

Your dreams of him show that you two had a successful relationship. You were partners in everything. He was good at communicating, and you knew how to support him and could persuade anyone if needed. You understood your roles, and you were perfect. So why do they always end with you walking away?

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Jeonghan’s voice breaks through your reverie. 

He unwraps his arms around you, places his hands on your shoulders, and gives you a comforting massage. You close your eyes, letting the steam from the warm water relax your muscles. 

“Heading back home,” you sigh heavily. “I have some go-sees to book and also continue my research. I have to put these looks and my big brain to use.”

“Yeah, no, you’re not,” Jeonghan declares smoothly. “I want you to stay here and work for me. Become my new muse.”

He watches you react closely, his eyes shining with mischief. “Just think about it. You would be my inspiration, my spark. Imagine the kind of magic we would create together.”

He catches you off guard but excites you nevertheless. Jeonghan wants to make you the face of his brand. You would be crazy to turn that down. Plus, it makes you so much closer to your research and figuring out your dreams. This was the universe giving you a sign.

“Yeah,” you say after thinking it over. “I would be open to that.”

You sink further into his chest, your tiredness getting the best of you, and falling into a slumber in the warm water. Jeonghan leaves light kisses on your shoulder, watching you sleep peacefully in his arms. He could go for another glass of wine, a perfect way to top off his night with you. He knows getting entangled with his ex-lover’s doppelganger is risky business, and eventually, he will have to deal with the truth of things. But tonight is not the night to open Pandora’s box and bring up the ancient feelings and heartache that he’s put behind. Instead, he will lay here with you, enjoying the sereneness while it lasts. 

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Kinktober Day 21: Monsterfucking

Summary: You thought making your boyfriend jealous would end in your favor, and some would say it did. Lucifer full of jealously and adrenalive, fucking you feverntly into his mattress while in demon form sounds pretty good to you too. Warnings: P in V Sex, fingering, jealousy, possesiveness, sub/dom dynamics, mosterfucking, demon forms, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @minkdelovely

Lucifer found himself in a rare mood—one that was neither light nor playful nor duck involved. He watched from the corner of the Hotel bar as Alastor, the Radio Demon, his sworn enemy, leaned in close to you, his laughter echoing with static in the air. Alastor’s sharp smile glinted like polished teeth, his voice smooth and teasing. "Oh, Y/N, darling! You are truly a marvel!," he said, his tone dripping with mischief. 

Lucifer felt a twitch in his chest—a heat rising that was unfamiliar, yet unmistakable. Jealousy clawed at him, gnawing at his calm demeanor. How dare Alastor flirt so brazenly with his girlfriend? You giggled, a sound that felt like shards of glass in Lucifer's mind, and he clenched his jaw. That cute little giggle should be directed towards him and him alone. 

"You know," Alastor continued, seemingly oblivious to the dark aura gathering around Lucifer, "I’ve always said a girl like you deserves a little excitement. Lucifer can be rather… dull sometimes." 

The air crackled with tension, the mood shifting as Lucifer’s form began to shimmer, dark red eyes glowing and sending waves of red smoke swirling around him. His eyes glowed like embers, the familiar contours of his demon form creeping into view with his wings unfurling; towering and fierce. Jealously was a little green devil that he hated but by Hells, he wasn’t the sin of Pride to just not let his girlfriend been sullied by that god-forsaken mortal right in front of him. 

“Alastor,” Lucifer said, his voice low and dangerous, “why don’t you find someone else to amuse yourself with? I’m sure there are plenty of other souls in Hell who would appreciate your… charm.” 

You turned to Lucifer, and what started as confusion morfed into a mix of excitement and immediate arousal flooding your pants. You loved seeing this side of him, the protective, possessive nature that emerged when he felt threatened. “Lucifer, dear, we are just talking” you said lightly, but your smile held a hint of mischief. “Alastor’s just teasing.”

“Oh, but Lucifer,” Alastor chirped, unfazed, “you must admit, a little attention never hurt anyone, mhm?”

With a flick of his wrist, Alastor summoned a crackling radio transmission, playing a chaotic tune that seemed to mock the situation. The sound danced through the air, and he leaned even closer to you, an unabashedly charming smile gracing his features. Lucifer's patience wore thin, and with a growl, he stepped forward, his demon form radiating dark energy. “I don’t recall inviting you to play games with my girlfriend, Alastor,” he said, his voice a smooth, dangerous whisper.

You, caught between the two powerful demons, found the situation thrilling. The tension sparked in the air, making your heart race. “Lucifer, maybe we should just let Alastor have his fun?” you suggested, half-teasing, eyes sparkling with excitement. If all went according to you and Alastor’s plan, this was headed right where you wanted…Lucifer's glare turned from Alastor to you confusion and frustration mixing with something deeper—desire.

 “You think this is fun?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

“Not in the way you think,” you replied, stepping closer, gaze unwavering. “But I do think it’s… hot when you get all worked up.” You ran a finger down the lapels of his suit jacket, his horns shrinking slightly at the touch and wings softening. 

With a deep breath, Lucifer glanced at you, then back to Alastor, his voice steady but filled with an intensity that made you heart skip. “Just remember, Alastor, there are consequences for crossing me.” With a sudden snap, both you and your demon boyfriend were teleported away from the red and cackling radio demon into the sanctuary that was Lucifer’s room. The door’s lock rang out with a defined click and soon towering before you, Lucifer’s bright red and angry eyes bored into yours. 

“Mind explaining what that was about?” His tone was laced with frustration but you could tell what was underneath, confusion, fear, and adrenaline. A soft smirk came to grace your features as you sauntered toward him, hands laying gracefully on his chest. Your fingers came to trace one of his horns delicately, reveling in the shiver that past through he body beneath your touch. 

“I may have entreated Alastor to help me rile you up.” Your voice was nothing short of confident, as if you plan had come to fruition. Which it had. Lucifer’s eyes shone with confusion, his eyes momentarily flashing back to their beautiful original color as his lips formed a small pout. 

“You wanted me to be annoyed?’

“Not annoyed, per se. More…jealous and wanting to fuck me while you are big and powerful.”

Now that was a statement if he had ever heard one. Did he hear you right, were his ears decieving him? By Heaven, he hoped not. A ravenous sneer bloomed on Lucifer’s face, his eyes and body once again resuming his full demonic state. With a flash of white and red, the King of Hell pinned you against the headboard of his mattress. Your hands now sat pinned and body pliant to the whims and wishes of the fully demonic figure that hovered above you. And Hells, did it make you horny. Heart racing, body quivering with anticipation, every nerve seemed to sparkle with desire at the scene that played out before you. 

“So you want me to fuck you, ducky? Want me to throw you around like the little slut you are?” With quick and rapid nods, he had his answer as you writhed below him. He could smell you, how soaked you were. That damp spot on your pants did little to hide salaciousness of your thoughts and needs. Bringing a clawed finger to rip down the waistband of your pants, the fabric tore at the seams off your skin. Choking back a breath at the flash of cool air that rushed towards your panty-clad cunt, you shiver with delight as he ran a knuckle across your slit. 

“Oh, you really want this don’t you? Have barely touched you and you’re already a mess for me.” A lewd mewl passes your lips as Lucifer peeled the panties off your body, the fabric came off with an agonizing of squish of heavy damp slick. Wasting no time on formal foreplay, your body clearly ready and willing, Lucifer sank two fingers into your weeping pussy and started to scissor you wide. Plunging his large and deft fingers in and out of you, your body became lost in the erotic rapture of your senses. 

You could feel his touch everywhere. One hand digging into your hips, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on the valley of your neck, and the other hand knuckle deep inside you in such a way you felt you mind explode. The feeling of fullness was almost an impossible feeling to describe, an ardent need as close as you could think. There he towered over you, the soft outline of his toned chest peaking through the few buttons that had come undone from his top in the frenzy of fervent activity that was occuring. His face was laced with a carnal grin, clearly lost in the rhasposdy that was playing out. He looked so angelic like this, despite his forminable appearance. Eyes shinning with ectasy, lips parted and panting, ripe for you to slip your tongue into if you weren’t getting fingered till you saw stars. He was the stars of Heaven to your mortal form, gazing upon his power and gracefullness as you laid bare and ready to worship the alter of his every desire. How faiithfully you would serve, dutifully his Hellish preist. 

The thoughts swam in your head, imagining all the ways you based and mortal soul could only but be of service to the King that hovered before you. But your Heavenly escapdes were quickly brought down the sinful indulgence of the present as Lucifer curled his fingers up into you, massaging that perfect point on the front wall of your cunt racking your body with pleasure. 

“So sweet for me, such a precious little whore. You wanted to get fucked by the big bad King of Hell? Well, your wish is my command.”

Removing his fingers with a swift motion, leaving you no reprieve, he sunk his heady and heavy cock into you with one deft motion. Both of you moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, he relished in the sight below him. All laid out and pretty, moaning and writhing in pleasure all because of him, his power. How you had planned all of this just for him. You were truly such a loyal little sinner, so obedient and ready for him. After Lillith, he thought his life was crumbling, ready to end his own immortal exsistence. But there you came, waltzing into his life like you owned his soul and now here you were, eager and willing for him in every way he never thought possible. The thoughts alone nearly had Lucifer busting inside you, mumbling incoherently as he picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of your cunt squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much. 

“Go on Ducky. Tell me….tell me how good I feel….”

“Fuck, good, so fucking good—” Sobs of pleasure racked your body, cute and plush face stained with streak of tears that Lucifer bent down to lick gently off your face. You can feel your release barreling towards you with a unrecognized speed. Maybe it was all the build up of this moment; how long you had imagined this very thing or maybe it is just that good, you’ll never know. But Lucifer knows your body like it’s his and it is. Where to drive, the right spot to hit every time that had the pressure building and building till you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you cry you lover’s name. 

Gasping for air, you peeked your head up as you calmed down, only to see Lucifer’s eyes completely dialated and black; staring at the way your body soaked up his seed. He did not move, admiring the full indent in your stomach as your body greedily swallowed his cock and cum, Heavens, he prayed it would take. 

“So ducky, feel like riling me up again anytime soon?”

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After Party - Mina Smut

OC X Mina

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Mina was wearing a dress that shimmered under the club's lights, a daring design that plunged low in the front, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. It was a dress that seemed to defy gravity, barely containing her ample breasts, making it appear as if a sudden movement might cause them to spill out. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating every curve, and she exuded an aura of effortless glamour and confidence that drew the gazes of many around her, fitting perfectly within the stylish backdrop of a fashion week gathering.

Martin, who was sitting opposite her, was completely mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that this incredibly attractive actress, whom he recognized from popular Korean dramas and had even… admired in more intimate moments on screen, was sitting just a few tables away, clearly intoxicated and radiating a captivatingly seductive energy. He glanced around the bar, noticing how other patrons, likely part of the same fashion week events, were discreetly (or not so discreetly) watching her, their gazes drawn to her exposed cleavage and the tantalizing glimpses of her figure.

Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, Martin, whose nametag indicated he was a waiter, decided to seize the moment. He approached her table, a polite smile on his face. In slightly hesitant, broken Korean, he began, “Mina-ssi… another drink?”

Martin could practically taste the opportunity hanging in the air, thick and sweet like the spilled cocktails on the bar counter. Mina’s playful touch and suggestive language were anything but accidental. He watched as she languidly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the simple motion causing her dress to shift, momentarily emphasizing the generous curve of her exposed cleavage and the tantalizing hint of the dark valley between her breasts. Then, as if by instinct, she stretched in her seat, a seemingly casual movement that arched her back and pulled the fabric of her dress taut across her fit and undeniably sexy figure, making her boobs strain against the low neckline as if desperate to escape.

Martin could only swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His gaze involuntarily flickered down to her cleavage, then back up to her insanely beautiful face, trying to maintain eye contact but finding it increasingly difficult. Just the sight of her, so close and so openly flirting, was enough to make his cock harden inside his trousers, a throbbing ache of pure desire blooming in his groin. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a mixture of nervousness and intense arousal. This was way beyond his usual shift at the bar; this felt like a scene ripped straight from one of the dramas he'd watched her in, only this time, he was playing the lead role, and the stakes were… incredibly high

She giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement at whatever slightly nonsensical thing Martin had just uttered in his nervous excitement. Her smile was radiant, lighting up her face and making the few nearby patrons who were still surreptitiously watching them lean in with even more curiosity. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver of anticipation down Martin’s spine, her slender fingers, adorned with delicate rings, left the table and landed on his thigh.

The contact was light at first, a playful tease, but it was enough to send a jolt of pure electricity through Martin's body. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle, and the insistent throbbing of his already hard cock intensified to an almost painful level. He could barely breathe, his focus entirely consumed by the soft warmth of her touch through his trousers. Mina’s gaze, however, remained fixed on his face, a knowing smile playing on her luscious lips. She could feel the immediate tension that shot through him, the barely concealed tremor in his leg. With a playful glint in her eye, her hand began to creep higher, her fingers inching their way up his inner thigh, getting dangerously close to the straining bulge in his pants. Martin’s breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs. Mina’s smile widened, now undeniably seductive, as her fingers continued their slow ascent, her intention becoming thrillingly clear.

Mina’s touch grew bolder, her smile widening into a knowing leer as her hand fully encompassed the burgeoning hardness straining against the fabric of Martin's trousers. Her fingers, surprisingly firm for their delicate appearance, began to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, kneading and squeezing through the thin material. Martin’s breath hitched again, a low groan involuntarily escaping his lips. He could feel the heat emanating from her hand, the pressure both arousing and slightly surreal.

Her fingers then began to trace the length of his erection, moving from the thick base upwards to the sensitive tip, then back down again in a tantalizing dance. Mina’s lips curved into a confident smile, her eyes flickering downwards for a brief moment as if visually measuring the length and girth she held captive in her hand. A thrill shot through Martin, a potent mix of disbelief and pure, unadulterated lust. He could barely keep himself from moaning out loud, every stroke of her fingers sending waves of intense pleasure through his body.

Leaning closer, her intoxicatingly sweet breath warm against his ear, Mina whispered in slightly slurred Korean, her voice husky and laced with playful desire, "Oppa... Mina wants what's under your hands... inside Mina." Her words, direct and explicit, sent a jolt of pure electricity through Martin. His cock throbbed against her touch, hard and eager, and he could feel his control slipping away. Mina's hand continued its seductive massage, her words and actions painting a vivid picture of the night ahead, a night that Martin suddenly realized was about to become far more intimate and exciting than he could have ever imagined.

They both slipped away from the tail end of the fashion week event, leaving behind the flashing cameras and chattering crowds. Martin found himself walking a respectful few steps behind Mina as they moved through the hushed, plushly carpeted corridor of a luxurious hotel. Her dress, the same daring number from the bar, now seemed even more provocative in the quieter setting, its every sway and ripple highlighting the exquisite curve of her ass. The way the fabric clung to her figure, the subtle movements of her body beneath it – he took it all in, a silent admirer still struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

Mina reached her hotel room door. She turned, her smile on that incredibly pretty face of hers widening as she caught Martin openly admiring her ass, the curve of her buttocks a tantalizing invitation beneath the shimmering fabric of her dress. A playful glint, hot and knowing, entered her eyes, and she swayed her hips a little more, grinding them subtly, giving him a private, sensual show right there in the hushed hallway. The light fabric of her dress rippled with the movement, clinging and releasing in a way that made his gaze drop and his groin tighten with anticipation.

As they reached her door, her eyes never leaving his, Mina reached out and grabbed Martin’s tie, her fingers tangling in the silk, pulling him closer with a surprising strength that belied her slightly inebriated state. Her smile melted into a look of pure, unadulterated hunger, her lips parting slightly, moist and inviting. She leaned in, her breath warm and scented with champagne against his face, before her mouth crashed against his in a sudden, fierce, and undeniably passionate kiss. It wasn't a gentle, exploratory touch of lips; it was a demanding claiming, her tongue immediately thrusting into his mouth, tangling with his in a wet, primal dance.

Martin’s arms reacted instantly, wrapping around her waist, his hands sliding down to grip the soft curves of her ass beneath the dress, pulling her body flush against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the insistent press of her breasts against his chest, the unmistakable hardness of his erection throbbing against her thigh. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more possessive, a silent promise of the explicit pleasures that awaited them just behind that closed door. Her hands left his tie to snake around his neck, her fingers digging into the hair at his nape, pulling him even closer as she moaned softly against his lips, a sound that vibrated with pure desire. The hallway, the fashion week buzz, all faded into the background as their world narrowed to the intense, wet heat of their kiss and the urgent press of their bodies.

Between gasps of their fervent kiss, Mina somehow managed to maneuver her hand, still entangled with Martin's in his tie, to fumble with the hotel room door handle. With a click, the door swung inward, and they stumbled into the dimly lit space, still locked in their passionate embrace. The air in the room felt thick with unspoken desire, a palpable tension that crackled between them.

As they stumbled inside, Mina’s other hand, freed from his tie, slid down his chest, her fingers finding the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his trousers. She began to rub him with a knowing pressure, her strokes long and deliberate, sending shivers of anticipation through Martin. He groaned against her lips, his hands tightening on the soft curves of her ass beneath the slinky fabric of her dress, his thumbs digging in, savoring the feel of her yielding flesh.

The sounds in the room were solely those of their heavy, ragged breathing and the wet, smacking noises of their increasingly frantic kiss. They stumbled further into the room, bumping against furniture, their bodies glued together as if magnetically drawn. Mina’s tongue danced with his, a wild, unrestrained exploration, mirroring the frantic rhythm of their bodies pressed against each other. Martin’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, his palms now sliding against her bare thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core, the slickness already beginning to form between her legs.

They reached the edge of the king-sized bed, its white sheets a stark contrast to the dark intensity that had enveloped them. With a playful smirk dancing on her lips, Mina gave Martin a gentle push, sending him tumbling back onto the soft mattress with a surprised grunt. Before he could fully register his new horizontal position, she was straddling him, hiking her shimmering dress high above her waist. The sudden flash of her toned thighs, smooth and bare in the dim light, and the tantalizing glimpse of her incredible body beneath the remaining fabric made Martin’s breath catch in his throat.

She positioned herself directly over his still-rigid cock, which was now pressing insistently against the confines of his trousers. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself, the pressure of her wet heat against his clothed member eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. She didn’t fully sit down, though, instead hovering just above him, her hips rocking slightly, teasing him with the friction.

The feel of Mina’s wetness pressing against his clothed erection was intoxicating, a promise of the deluge to come. She didn't just sit; she ground her hips gently against his hard-on, the friction sending jolts of pure, raw pleasure through Martin’s body. He groaned, his hands instinctively reaching up to grip her bare thighs, his fingers digging into the smooth, toned muscle, savoring the feel of her heat radiating through his touch.

Mina’s fingers continued their slow, torturous journey down his shirt, each tiny click of an unfastened button a countdown to complete exposure. Her nails grazed his skin, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. As the fabric of his shirt parted, revealing glimpses of his toned chest, rippled with lean muscle, she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re so hard for me, oppa,” she whispered, her voice husky with barely contained lust. “I can feel you throbbing against my… dress.”

Her gaze dropped to his chest, and she ran a finger across his sculpted pectoral muscle, tracing the hard definition. Her touch was light but deliberate, teasing him mercilessly as she continued to grind her hips against his erection through his pants. Martin’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on her face, a silent plea for her to hurry. He could feel the heat building within him, a desperate need to feel her naked skin against his. “Mina…” he managed to gasp out, his voice thick with desire.

She chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his chest. “Patience, oppa,” she purred, her fingers now playing with the light trail of hair that led down his defined abdomen, the hard lines of his abs flexing subtly with each movement. “Good things… take time.” But her eyes held a mischievous glint, a promise that the wait wouldn’t be long. With a final, lingering touch on the last button, his shirt fell open completely, revealing his toned torso, the hard planes of his abs now fully visible to her hungry gaze. Mina lowered her head, her lips now tracing a wet path down his sternum, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, her gaze fixed on the hard ridges of his stomach, driving Martin absolutely wild with anticipation. The scent of her perfume, mixed with the lingering aroma of champagne and the raw, animalistic scent of their arousal, filled the air, creating an intoxicating sensory overload.

Mina abandoned his lips, her gaze dropping with undisguised hunger to his bare chest. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a wet path across his sculpted pectoral muscle, leaving a shimmering trail in its wake. Martin’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her smooth thighs as a wave of pure sensation washed over him. Her mouth was soft and warm, her lips lightly sucking on his skin, sending electric jolts straight to his groin.

She continued her slow descent, her kisses becoming more deliberate, more intimate. She laved the skin over his ribs, her hands sliding down his torso, following the hard lines of his obliques. He could feel the heat emanating from her, the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingling with the musky aroma of their arousal. Every touch, every lick, was a deliberate act of seduction, designed to drive him wild with anticipation.

Her mouth reached his abdomen, her tongue now exploring the defined ridges of his abs. She pressed her lips against the hard muscles, sucking gently, making them flex beneath her touch. Martin groaned, his head falling back against the plush pillows, his body arching slightly as pleasure coursed through him. He had never experienced anything quite like this, the raw sensuality of her mouth on his body igniting a firestorm of desire within him.

Mina’s hands continued their exploration, one sliding down his side, tracing the curve of his hip, while the other remained teasingly close to the waistband of his trousers, her fingertips occasionally brushing against the hard bulge beneath. She knew exactly what she was doing, building the tension, drawing out his anticipation.

Her lips finally reached the waistband of his pants, her warm breath ghosting over the straining fabric just above his engorged cock. She paused there for a torturous moment, her tongue flicking out once more, tasting the fabric as if savoring the promise of what lay beneath. Martin’s hands tightened on her thighs, his knuckles white. “Mina…” he managed to whisper, his voice thick with barely contained desire.

With a playful smile that promised even more delights, she shifted her position slightly, her lips now pressing directly against the hard outline of his cock through his pants. She licked the fabric slowly, deliberately, the wet heat seeping through the material, making him gasp. Her hands on his hips began to grind her own wetness against his still-clothed erection, the friction eliciting a low moan from deep within her throat.

She continued her sensual assault, her mouth now sucking gently through the fabric, her teeth lightly grazing his hardness. The sensations were almost unbearable, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and agonizing anticipation. Martin’s body was trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ending screaming for release. Mina, clearly enjoying his torment, continued her slow, deliberate exploration, savoring every groan and gasp she elicited from him as she tasted the toned muscles just above his straining cock, her actions a blatant declaration of her intent to claim every inch of him. The air in the hotel room crackled with unspoken desires, the dim light casting long shadows that danced with their intertwined forms on the bed.

With a final, teasing lick just above the waistband, Mina’s fingers finally found the button and zipper of Martin’s trousers. Her movements were deft and knowing, practiced hands that seemed to revel in the task. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the thick head of his hard cock straining against the confines of his underwear. Mina paused for a moment, her gaze locking onto his with a triumphant smirk before she gently pushed the remaining fabric down, finally freeing his engorged member.

Martin’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, pulsing with anticipation. Mina’s breath hitched as she took in its full length, her eyes widening slightly with undisguised admiration. It stood proud and erect, a testament to the intense arousal he was experiencing. With a soft sigh, she reached out, her fingers gently encircling the base, the warmth of her touch instantly sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as she began her teasing assault.

Her touch was feather-light at first, her fingers just grazing the smooth skin of his shaft, exploring its length with delicate strokes. She ran her thumb along the underside, teasing the sensitive frenulum, making Martin’s hips twitch involuntarily. He moaned, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled in his chest. Mina’s smile widened, clearly enjoying the power she held over him.

Her grip tightened slightly, and she began to stroke him with more deliberate movements, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, the friction creating a delicious heat. She varied her touch, sometimes firm and demanding, other times light and teasing, always keeping him on the edge of his control. Her fingers danced around the swollen head, sometimes gently squeezing, sometimes just tracing the delicate ridge.

She brought her face closer, her warm breath caressing his sensitive tip. Martin’s eyes fluttered open, and he watched, mesmerized, as her tongue flicked out, just barely touching the head of his cock. The sensation was electric, sending a shiver of pure ecstasy through his entire body. He groaned louder this time, his fingers gripping her thighs even tighter.

Mina chuckled softly, a seductive sound that vibrated against his skin. “You like that, oppa?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She then took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her lips warm and moist. Martin’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as pleasure exploded through him. He could feel the frantic beat of his heart, the blood rushing to his head.

She increased the pressure, her mouth now engulfing the entire head of his cock, her tongue dancing around it, teasing and tantalizing. Martin moaned again, a long, drawn-out sound of pure bliss. His hips began to lift off the bed involuntarily, seeking more of the incredible sensation. Mina continued her ministrations, her hand still stroking the length of his shaft, creating a symphony of sensations that was driving him absolutely wild.

She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. Her eyes locked with his, a knowing smile on her face. “Just getting started, oppa,” she purred, before lowering her head once more, her mouth reopening to claim him again, her teasing touch promising even more exquisite torment and pleasure to come. Martin could only groan, completely at her mercy, lost in the intoxicating sensations she was so expertly delivering. The night was just beginning, and he had a feeling it was going to be one he would never, ever forget

Slowly, deliberately, Mina released her hold on Martin’s hard cock. Her eyes, dark and shimmering with desire, never left his as she stood up with a languid grace that spoke of practiced seduction. Her movements were slow, each one a tease, a deliberate unveiling of the beauty he had only glimpsed moments before.

She reached a hand up, her slender fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone as she slowly slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder. The shimmering fabric, which had so recently clung to every curve, began its descent, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin underneath. The dress slipped down her arm, pooling momentarily at her elbow before cascading down her torso. Martin’s gaze followed its progress, his breath catching in his throat with each inch of skin revealed.

The dress reached her waist, and she paused, her hips swaying slightly, the movement causing the fabric to tease the curve of her buttocks. Then, with a final, lingering look at Martin, a soft smile playing on her lips, she let it fall to the floor in a silken heap, leaving her completely naked before him.

Martin’s eyes drank in the sight of her. Her breasts, freed from the constraint of a bra, stood high and proud, the nipples dark and erect, their tips puckered with anticipation. They were perfectly shaped, full and round, and they bounced ever so slightly with her movements, captivating his gaze. Her torso was sleek and toned, the gentle curve of her waist leading down to her slightly flared hips. The light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows over her skin, highlighting the exquisite lines of her body.

His gaze drifted lower, past the delicate curve of her stomach, and he noticed the dark patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, framing her swollen lips. And then he saw it – her panties, a scrap of lace barely clinging to her hips, were visibly soaked, a testament to the intense arousal he had already elicited from her. The evidence of her desire was blatant, undeniable, and it sent another jolt of pure lust through Martin.

Mina, observing his reaction, the unmistakable twitch of his still-erect cock straining against his open trousers, let out a soft, knowing chuckle. Her smile widened, a mixture of triumph and playful invitation in her eyes. She ran a hand down her own body, her fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her flat stomach, and finally settling on the wet patch between her legs. Her gaze remained locked with Martin’s, a silent promise of the shared pleasures that were yet to come. The air in the room crackled with unspoken desires, the anticipation hanging heavy and thick, waiting to be broken by touch. She took a slow, deliberate step towards the bed, her naked body a beacon in the dim light, her eyes telling him that the real fun was just about to begin.

With a sinuous grace, Mina climbed onto the bed, her naked form a breathtaking vision in the soft light. Her fingers trailed down her thighs, reaching for the delicate lace of her now-soaked panties, and with a playful flick, she tossed them onto the bedside table, the small, damp garment a testament to her heightened state of arousal.

She then positioned herself directly over Martin, straddling his prone body with a confidence that was both alluring and intensely erotic. Her toned legs framed his torso, her bare thighs pressing against his still-clothed legs. She leaned forward, her perfectly sculpted body arching slightly, bringing her wet, swollen vagina tantalizingly close to his mouth. Simultaneously, her beautiful face, her lips already glistening from his pre-cum, hovered just inches above his thick, hard cock.

Martin’s breath hitched. He was gazing at the promised land, the very source of her pleasure now displayed so openly, so invitingly before him. Her lips were parted, the delicate folds slick and swollen, glistening with her natural lubrication. He could see the frantic pulse of her inner muscles, a silent invitation to taste her, to explore the depths of her desire. His senses were overwhelmed by the sight, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He felt an almost primal urge to bury his face between her thighs and lose himself in her sweetness, to please this Korean goddess in a way that would leave her utterly breathless and begging for more.

But Mina had her own plans. With a bold move, she lowered her head further, her eyes locking with Martin’s for a fleeting moment, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as if daring him to try and take control. Then, with a practiced ease that hinted at a comfortable familiarity with such acts, she opened her mouth and slowly, deliberately, took the head of his engorged penis between her lips.

They began slowly, a dance of simultaneous pleasure. Mina sucked on Martin, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft, her lips creating a firm pressure that sent shivers down his spine. Martin, in turn, laved Mina’s swollen clitoris, his tongue flicking rhythmically, savoring the sweet, potent nectar of her arousal.

As their confidence grew, their pace quickened. Mina’s mouth worked Martin’s cock with increasing fervor, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her moans mingling with his ragged breaths. Martin’s tongue danced over every inch of Mina’s vulva, exploring the delicate folds and the slick depths, eliciting cries of pure ecstasy from her. Her hips began to buck against his mouth, urging him closer, deeper, while her hands tightened in his hair, guiding him to her most sensitive spots.

The air in the room crackled with their shared intensity, the sounds of their simultaneous oral pleasure echoing in the stillness. Mina’s soft whimpers and moans blended with Martin’s gasps and groans, creating a symphony of pure, unadulterated lust. They were lost in the moment, each focused on pleasuring the other, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and escalating desire. The taste of her sweet juices on his tongue, the feel of her hot mouth on his cock – it was a sensory overload, driving them both closer and closer to the brink of release.

Their mutual pleasure reached its peak, a crescendo of moans and gasps filling the hotel room. Just as Martin felt the intense contractions building within him, Mina’s body beneath him began to tremble violently, her cries escalating into a series of high-pitched shrieks. Her wetness flowed freely around his mouth, a final surge of pure ecstasy.

And then, the dam broke for Martin. A powerful wave of sensation washed over him, and he shot a large, thick load deep into Mina’s mouth. Without hesitation, her throat worked, and she swallowed every last drop, her eyes fluttering closed in a blissful surrender. At the same instant, Mina’s orgasm reached its zenith. Her body arched off the bed, her muscles spasming as she came onto Martin’s face, her warm, slick juices spraying across his skin, her cries echoing her intense release. She writhed and trembled beneath him, completely consumed by the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Both of them lay there, slick with sweat, their breathing still ragged from their shared climax. But the glistening sheen on Mina’s skin, catching the dim light of the bedside lamp, only amplified her allure in Martin’s eyes. The dampness seemed to cling to her every curve, making her look even more like a goddess sculpted from glistening bronze. A stray drop of his semen still clung to her lower lip, a potent reminder of their recent intimacy, and the sight of it instantly sent a surge of renewed desire coursing through him. His cock, which had softened in the aftermath of his orgasm, began to stir again, hardening with a renewed urgency at the sight of her naked beauty and the tangible evidence of their shared pleasure.

Mina, sensing the shift in his body, a knowing smile gracing her lips, slowly climbed up his torso. Her wet skin slid against his, the friction arousing them both further. She positioned herself directly over his now fully erect cock, her gaze locked on his as she guided the hard tip with her fingers, her swollen lips already wet and eager. Martin watched, mesmerized, as she prepared to take him inside her once more. The sight of her, glistening with sweat and his seed, straddling him, was almost too much to bear, a fantasy brought vividly to life.

Taking a deep breath, Mina began to lower herself onto him, her movements slow and deliberate, giving Martin ample time to savor the anticipation. He watched as her wet vulva, still slick from her recent orgasm, came into contact with the head of his throbbing cock. The initial point of contact sent a jolt of pure electricity through both of them.

As she descended further, Martin was surprised by the incredible tightness of her. Despite their previous intense encounters, her inner muscles clenched around him with a fierce grip, making him gasp at the intensity of the sensation. It was a snug fit, almost too tight, and Mina could only inch her way down, her muscles working hard to accommodate his full length. She grunted softly with the effort, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she slowly sheathed him, millimeter by agonizing millimeter.

Martin lay beneath her, his breath held captive in his chest, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of her incredibly tight vagina enveloping his cock. It was a sensation unlike anything he had experienced before, a visceral connection that went beyond mere physical pleasure. He could feel every ridge, every nerve ending of his penis being caressed by her internal grip.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mina reached her limit, her body fully impaled on his hard cock. A gasp escaped her lips, her head thrown back, her long, wet hair cascading down her back. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a low, guttural moan of pure sensation rumbled in her chest. She remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by him, her tight pussy clenching rhythmically around his engorged member.

Martin could feel the warmth and wetness surrounding him, the incredible pressure almost intoxicating. He instinctively arched his back, pushing deeper inside her, reveling in the perfect fit. Their bodies were now intimately connected, slick with sweat and desire, a perfect union forged in the heat of their passionate encounter. Mina leaned forward, her damp breasts pressing against his chest, her heart pounding against his. The silence in the room was broken only by their ragged breathing and the occasional soft moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

With a low moan that vibrated against Martin’s chest, Mina began to ride him. Her movements were initially tentative, a gentle rocking back and forth as she familiarized herself with the feeling of his thick cock deep inside her incredibly tight vagina. But as the pleasure began to build, her pace quickened, her hips grinding against his with increasing fervor.

Martin watched, mesmerized, as her naked body moved above him. The glistening sheen of sweat emphasized every curve and muscle, her breasts swaying with each up and down motion, the dark tips of her nipples brushing against his chest, sending sparks of sensation through him. Her head was thrown back, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her lips parted as she let out soft, breathy moans that filled the room. The sight of this internationally famous actress, this Korean goddess whose face adorned magazines and billboards, riding him with such uninhibited passion was almost surreal. He could only imagine the millions of men in her home country who would give anything for just a glimpse of her, let alone to see her completely naked and being pleasured so intensely by a simple waiter from another land.

Mina’s rhythm became more insistent, her hips now moving with a frantic energy. She would ride him high, arching her back as she rose, the head of his cock almost slipping free before she plunged back down, taking his full length deep inside her with a gasp of pure delight. Each downward thrust sent a wave of intense sensation through Martin, the feeling of her tight, wet vagina gripping his shaft almost unbearable in its pleasure. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, milking him with every movement, and he knew she was experiencing a pleasure she had rarely, if ever, known before. Her cries became louder, more unrestrained, as she rode him harder and faster, her body completely consumed by the escalating sensations. “Oh, fuck… oppa… you feel so good… so big,” she gasped out between moans, her words a testament to the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Martin, feeling his own desire reaching a fever pitch, gripped Mina’s hips, his hands sinking into the slick flesh of her thighs. He began to thrust upwards, meeting her downward ride with a powerful force, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. Each upward surge of his cock deep inside her elicited a fresh wave of ecstatic cries from Mina, her head falling back as she surrendered completely to the sensation.

As they fucked with increasing intensity, Martin’s hands left her hips and moved to cup her full, sweat-slick breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs teasing the hard, erect nipples, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Mina. She leaned forward, her lips crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled together, a wet and frantic dance mirroring the rhythm of their hips. The kiss grew more intense with each thrust, their mouths devouring each other as they rode the waves of pleasure.

Mina’s moans became louder, more unrestrained, as Martin’s powerful thrusts combined with his expert handling of her breasts. She would pull back slightly, her eyes locking with his, filled with a raw, untamed desire, before slamming down onto his cock again with a force that made them both cry out. Her hands, still gripping his shoulders, tightened with each intense movement, her body completely consumed by the escalating sensations. The sounds of their passionate coupling – the wet slap of their skin against skin, their ragged breathing, and their unrestrained cries of pleasure – filled the hotel room, a testament to the raw, unadulterated lust that had consumed them both

Their rhythm intensified, a frantic dance of pure, unadulterated lust. Mina’s riding became more aggressive, her hips bucking against Martin’s with a primal energy, her moans echoing through the room. Martin matched her intensity, thrusting deeply inside her with a forceful rhythm, his hard cock pounding against her cervix with each upward surge. Their sweat-slicked bodies slapped together, the sounds of their coupling a raw and visceral symphony of pleasure.

Mina’s kisses grew more demanding, her teeth nipping at Martin’s lips as she sucked on his tongue with a fierce hunger. Her hands left his shoulders and trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin, sending shivers of delight through him. She would occasionally break the kiss to gasp out his name, her voice thick with passion, before plunging her mouth back onto his.

Martin’s hands continued to explore her breasts, his fingers kneading and squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her hard nipples until they were taut and aching for more. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his chest, a wild drumbeat mirroring the frenetic pace of their lovemaking. He arched his back, thrusting deeper and harder into her, reveling in the feeling of her tight, wet vagina gripping him so fiercely.

“You feel so good, Mina,” Martin groaned, his voice hoarse with exertion and desire. “So fucking tight.”

“Oh, oppa…” she gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure as he hit her sweet spot again and again. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Their frenzied rhythm reached a fever pitch, their bodies locked together in a desperate race towards the ultimate release. Mina’s cries became almost animalistic, her back arching as she rode Martin with every ounce of strength she possessed. Martin’s thrusts were deep and powerful, his cock pounding into her with a relentless force that made them both gasp. The wet sounds of their frantic coupling echoed loudly in the hotel room, a testament to their raw, unadulterated passion.

Suddenly, Mina’s body stiffened, her muscles clenching fiercely around Martin’s shaft. A series of sharp, ecstatic cries ripped from her throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. At the same moment, Martin felt an overwhelming surge of sensation building within him. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched, and he let out a guttural roar as he emptied his load deep inside her, his thick semen pulsing into her tight, contracting vagina.

They both froze for a moment, suspended in the aftershocks of their earth-shattering climax. Mina collapsed forward onto Martin’s chest, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasm. Martin held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her sweaty back, his own body still shuddering from the intense release. Their breathing was ragged and shallow, their hearts pounding in unison.

Slowly, their frantic movements subsided. Mina lifted her head, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with a blissful haze. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she nestled back down onto Martin’s chest, their sweat-soaked bodies clinging together. They lay there for a long moment, exhausted but completely satisfied, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the occasional soft murmur of contentment. The passionate storm had finally passed, leaving them both drained, sweaty, and utterly spent in the aftermath of their explosive simultaneous climax.

The morning light filtering through the hotel window gently nudged Martin awake. His eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile immediately touched his lips as he remembered the incredible night he had just shared. He turned his head, and his breath caught in his throat. Mina was standing by the vanity, her back to him, a plush white bathrobe loosely tied around her waist. But the knot was precariously low, revealing the enticing curve of her bare back and hinting at the delectable view that lay ahead. With every subtle movement as she brushed her hair, the robe would shift, offering fleeting glimpses of her side, the smooth line of her hip, and the tantalizing swell of her breasts.

Martin watched her, still feeling a pleasant ache in his muscles and a lingering warmth in his heart. The memory of her passionate cries and the feel of her body wrapped around his flooded his senses. He was still slightly dazed, finding it hard to believe that he had spent the night with this incredibly famous and beautiful woman.

Mina turned around, a bright and cheerful smile on her face, her hair now cascading over her shoulders. She adjusted the tie of her bathrobe, perhaps slightly more securely now that she was facing him, though it still left plenty to the imagination. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice soft and slightly husky from sleep.

"Morning," Martin managed to reply, his voice still a bit rough. He pushed himself up against the pillows, his gaze lingering on her.

She walked over to the bedside table, picking up a bottle of water and taking a sip. "I have to stay in the city for another three days for some more fashion events and photoshoots," she said, her eyes meeting his. She paused for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. "And I might need a… personal assistant for these next three days. Someone to keep her company, show her around a bit, and make sure she doesn't get too lonely." Her gaze flickered down to him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Would you be interested in the position, Martin-ssi?"

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The Sea's Delight

જ⁀➴ Mermaid & Pirate : Day 25

feat. Rhaenyra Targaryen ᯓ★ Rhaenyra is the most fearsome pirate on the seas...and the most glorious lover in the bedroom.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, top!Rhaenyra, cunnilingus, fingering, praise, Rhaenyra got that strap, penetrative sex with dildo, semi-public sex

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“Nyra, we can’t keep doing—ohh,” your protests escape you as the pirate captain licks on your cunt mercilessly.

“Says you.” Her voice is rough and gravely as she talks, muffled against your pussy lips. The vibrations against your most sensitive area sends waves of arousal through your system. Captain Rhaenyra was as calm as ever, and her charm was no doubt what enraptured you in her web.

A moan leaves your lips as you arch your back up, desperate for more of her mouth. “Your crew is bound to find out. What will they think, seeing you slobbering over a mermaid’s cunt?”

Rhaenyra glides one of her hands over your tail, her calloused hand caressing the iridescent scales that glow in the moonlight as the two do you lay atop the deck. “Let them. Maybe they’ll learn how to finally pleasure a cunt like this properly.”

You sigh hopelessly, knowing you’ll never get through to her. 

Pirate Captain Rhaenyra Targaryen was fearsome on the seas, one of the few female captains who gained some respect in her travels. She was so well revered that even you had heard of her, whispers from other mermaids and mermen in your village of the lady pirate who actually respected your kind.

Those rumors led to how you met her. The idea of a lady pirate attracted you, knowing there was a strong woman amongst the filthy, disgusting men that love to leer at and prey upon mermaids. It’s what finally encouraged you to show yourself to the surface, something that mermaids were not all too privy to do given the attitude of the pirates that traveled the seas.

You’re brought out of your thoughts as Rhaenyra slides two fingers into your cunt, the sensation causing you to gasp as your attention is back on your lover.

“What’s on your mind, love?” she asks in a murmur, her curled fingers hitting deep inside of you. “Keep your eyes on me.”

“Thinking about when we first met,” you answer, “when you fucked me in your quarters.”

Contrary to popular belief, mermaids were able to go without water for up to a full day. Rhaenyra tested this out with you by carrying you to her room and fucking you there through the whole night.

Her eyes look up to meet yours as she sucks on your clit. “Want me to pull it out for you, baby?”

Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head imagining the pleasure that was about to come. Rhaenyra was talented on the seas but in the bedroom, too.

“You know, I’ll never say no to that.” Your tail flicks in excitement, a mild thump heard on the wooden floors.

Rheanyra gives you a toothy smile as she picks you up easily, one hand around your shoulders and the other around your tail. The muscles in her arms flex as she does so, easily seen in the tight white undershirt she’s wearing, and you hide your face in her neck to conceal the heat that rises to your cheeks.

“My tongue was in your cunt mere seconds ago yet you still blush at the smallest things.” You can hear the amusement in her voice as a small chuckle leaves her lips.

You huff. “Let’s go already.” You flick your tail to hit her side gently. “In case you didn’t notice, I haven’t cum yet. Don’t want to leave me unsatisfied, do you?”

She hums assuredly. “Never.”

Rhaenyra isn’t quiet when she slams the door open wide to her quarters, slamming against the wall. You cringe at the noise, which is guaranteed to wake her crew members up.

Well if that doesn’t wake them, your screams sure will. 

She drops you on her bed, your back hitting the soft, plush mattress. For a pirate, she sure loves her comfort. It was a major plus for you.

Rhaenyra crawls on top of you, bending over and kissing you so hard it nearly takes your breath away. Breathing without your gils always feels strange, and you can feel them flutter as Rhaenyra’s captivating kiss replaces your source of air.

You preen as her soft lips cover your own, the two of you moving your lips in sync with one another. The kiss soon becomes sloppy, both of you becoming more feverish, and Rhaenyra’s tongue slips into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and swallowing up your moans.

A thin line of saliva connects the two of you as Rhaenyra eventually pulls away, chuckling as you whine and buck yourself up into her, chasing after her lips.

You stare up at your lover, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips making you swoon. Only you had the privilege of seeing this vulnerable side of the fearsome Captain Rhaenyra, and you would drink up every moment of it you got.

The weight of Rhaenyra leaves you as she moves off the bed, lowering herself to fetch a chest underneath it—her collection of the toys you used together. Given that you were the first mermaid she’s been with and her your first human, it made sense for the two of you to experiment during your midnight romps. 

“I want to try the ribbed one tonight.” You say. You hear Rhaenyra pause with her search. “The biggest one,” you add.

“Think you can take it?” She asks, a smirk adorning her features as she looks up at you.

You smirk back, matching her own. “I don’t know, but I do know that you can make me.”

A deep chuckle leaves her lips as the rustling continues. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, your tail fins fluttering in anticipation.

Rhaenyra emerges in front of you with the strap on, already fastening to her body. The large piece suits her, you think, and you can’t help but shy away from her when that thought festers.

“Don’t hide from me now, love.” Rhaenyra holds your chin between her thumb and forefinger, turning your head to meet her gaze. “I haven’t even stuck my cock in you yet.”

“D-don’t word it like that!” You playfully slap at her forearm in a hushed whisper. “Gods, you’re so embarrassing sometimes.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” She presses a kiss to your cheek and aligns the dildo with your dripping slit. “Ready?”

You nod wordlessly, and a gasp leaves you as the head enters you. Your back arches as Rhaenyra slowly inches her way into you.

“So good,” you murmur into her neck, wrapping your arms around her broad back.

“Yeah?” She begins to kiss your jaw, moving down to your neck, and you shudder. “You like being stretched open?”

“Y-yes!” You answer breathlessly, gasping as Rhaenyra begins to stroke your tail.

“My pretty mermaid, laid out just for me to see.” Her hands brush over your scales as her eyes gaze upon your tail.

“All the other pirates wish they could have such a pretty mermaid with them. To look at, to kiss—” she thrusts the entire length of the dildo into you at once, and your back arches into her, your breasts pressing into her own. “—to fuck.”

Her words are all jumbled in your head as the pleasure takes over. Your nails claw into her back, the sensation of her thrusts and the strokes against your tail combining in a way that makes your brain practically melt.

“Let those pretty moans out. Sing for me, love.”

“Uh, uh!” Your moans are loud and unabashed, and Rhaenrya thinks that she could get lost in the sounds you make. She was never one to be gullible enough to be entranced by the sounds of mermaid’s voices while out at sea like other pirates were, but now she knows it was just because no other voice could compare to your own.

Drool drips out the side of your mouth and she takes a swipe at it with her thumb, bringing it to her lips.

“Well aren’t you being such a good girl for me?” The squelch of the dildo thrusting in and out of you permeates through the air, only second to the sounds of the moans tumbling out of you.

“Y-yes! Please, more!”

Rhaenyra happily complies, pounding even harder and faster than before. The ribbing on the dildo hits your walls so nicely, and the stretch of the girth is so wide that it feels like it’s practically changing the shape of you.

Both you and Rhaenyra moan in sync. “Cum for me,” she whispers in your ear, and the tickle of her breath sends shockwaves down your system as your orgasm hits you. Your tail beats against her as your body twitches with your release, grabbing onto her as if she was your life line. 

Tears bead in the corners of your eyes and Rhaenyra kisses them away. She shutters as her own release hits her, her movements inside of you halting. You moan as the dildo leaves you, the odd sensation of emptiness falling upon you.

Rhaenyra runs a hand up and down your side in a soothing manner as you come down from your peak. “Think they heard me? you joke with her.

The sounds of grouchy men’s voices echo from above you, on the ship’s deck.

Rhaenyra smirks and kisses your cheek. “I hope so. Then they’ll know not to fuck with you lest they face my wrath.”

[s4toryuu]

please watch me | xavier — shen xinghui

kinktober day 12 — reqs open! (no restrictions)

tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, eventual mutual masturbation, sex pollen trope but it’s protocores (on xavier’s part), hella dirty talk, shy but desperate !xavier, a little humiliation kink, whiny!xavier, sub!xavier, kinda very dom!reader, afab!reader, handjob, talking kink (?), xavier begs, a little cunnilingus at the end… that’s about it I think…

a/n: this was pure smut :D it’s ovulation week :D

xavier calls your name as he enters your apartment unannounced. you yelp out from the sofa and stick your head up from your laying position to view the door.

“hi, xav!” you beam at him. he walks to you and crashed onto you over the back of the sofa, not even bothering to walk around it. you giggle. “um, I missed you too?”

xavier groans. “today was so… hmp…” he huffs, complaints unable to escape from his lips. you figure it could be a old habit from his royal status back home. he buries his head into your chest, going a little low into the valley of your breasts. but you find it adorable.

“aww, did someone have a tough day hunting?” you caress his hair. he nods and he scoots up to bury his face into your jaw. it tickles.

“you…” he breathes. “smell so good…” he kisses where his lips reach your neck.

“that tickles.” you giggle at the sensation. he groans breathily, moving to press his chest against yours and look up at you.

“why do you smell so good..?” he asks, looking up at you. there’s a glaze over his eyes. it looks familiar.

“do I?” you’re genuinely confused, as nothing about your fragrance products or soaps have changed. xavier leans down to sniff your neck again, this time a quiet whine escaping his lips. you grab his face to look at his eyes. “did you encounter a weird protocore again?”

xavier doesn’t respond and instead stares at your lips. you figure that he did encounter a weird protocore. he starts breathing faster and you notice him swallow thickly. “i think.. I need you right now.” he states, staring at your lips.

“what?”

“I, um.. yeah. I was warned about special protocores… um, I’m sorry… I had the most contact with it.” he rambles. “I feel… sensitive.” he pulls away from you.

you’re taken aback, as he’s usually composed regarding this manner. “xavier…”

“I’m sorry.. but could you… do me a favor?” he asks timidly. his cheeks are a deep red and it spreads to his ears. you feel their warmth.

“sure.” you say softly. he’s on top of you, supporting himself to look up at you with his palms at your sides.

“could you just,” he looks away. “just… watch me?” he blurts out timidly. his shyness reaches you and you feel your face warm up.

“watch you?” you swallow thickly. “watch you do what?” you know what he means, but you decide this situation is amusing.

frankly you find it incredibly erotic; his shy plead for something as simple as watching him masturbate. xavier has quite the dual demeanor, in bed and everyday. for some reason right now he’s a mixture of both, which you find endearing and extremely entertaining.

xavier bites his lip. you can tell he’s trying to avoid saying what he wants explicitly. “I’m feeling a little… excited? I want you to watch me.. take.. care of it…” his face is flushed deeply now. you’re not satisfied with his answer.

“take care of what, xavier?” your fun starts here and you try to hide your smirk.

“please.” he interrupts you. “please watch me masturbate.” he looks up at you and his eyes are glassy. you smile, deciding between working him up more or letting him have it.

you decide the former. “and how are you gonna do that?”

xavier frowns and groans. he can’t believe it’s gone to this point, yet the heat in his stomach is an undeniable indicator of his arousal. “please, y/n… i need you to watch me touch my.. cock… I can’t bear it anymore…”

you smirk. “sure, baby.”

xavier wastes no time as he quickly gets up and unbuckles his weapon straps from his thighs followed by pulling his pants off. you push yourself up to sit up against your sofa’s armrest, with your legs still laid in front of you. you watch him intently. he leaves his boxers on and stands in front of you. you look up at him and his eyebrows are knitted upwards. you want to scoff. you realize he wants your approval.

you look down to his crotch. his dick strains against his boxers and you watch it twitch. “you’re so hard, aren’t you?” he nods quickly. “and all you’re asking is for me to watch you? how dirty…” you tease. xavier whines and palms himself. “you can take it off.”

he pulls his boxers down and his hard cock springs out. it bounces and hits his stomach. the tip is pink and swollen, twitching every now and then. his pubic hair is neatly trimmed, but not too short. he pulls the boxers under his balls and he walks closer to you. you hear his heavy breathing and you look up to him.

“fuck, you’re so cute, you know that? just wanting me to watch you touch your cock…” you drift your attention back to his hard member. “are you gonna make yourself cum? is that what you want? you want me to watch you make yourself feel good?”

xavier sighs. “yes—” he finally grabs his cock and starts stroking. he circles his tip with his thumb. you scoff at this, finding it so erotically endearing.

“yeah… fuck…” you mutter to yourself as you watch him stroke his cock. “is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

xavier moans. “yes… I think about you..“

“you think about me?” you smile and he strokes himself faster. “mm,” you hum in approval. “good…”

“hah.. I.. yeah.. please watch me.” he looks up and closes his eyes, seemingly ridiculously turned on by the situation. he walks closer, his shins now touching the couch. his cock inches away from your face.

you give into the stir inside your own stomach, needing to relieve the pressure accumulated in the upper part of your cunt. you press your hand against yourself. “you’re so frustrated, aren’t you? do you feel good like this?”

“yes…” he whines again. “mmhm… I like it when you watch me… I like it so much…” he pants and he looks down again, to see you rubbing yourself outside your clothes. “are you.. do you enjoy this?”

“yes.”

“p-please… let me see you.. I want to see you…” xavier softly groans into the air as you keep your eyes on his cock.

“tell me what you want to see. use your words, baby.” you press yourself harder and he slows his hand.

“y/n.. I want to see your pussy… is your clit swollen from watching me? I want to see it, please…” you watch his hand grip himself tighter at the base. you curse and strip your bottoms, not even noticing the long string of your slick until it bends and lands on your knee from the long stretch. xavier curses.

he bends down to pull your knee and spin you to sit properly. you close your legs instinctively, and he kneels in front of you.

“y/n, please…” his eyes are still impossibly glassy and the flush from his face has dripped down to his chest. his neck is satin from a slight sweat. you let him part your knees. he kneels in front of you, staring at your pussy. his cock is on display as he leans back on his heels.

you look down to your own core. it’s glazed with your wetness; and it tickles as it runs down to your perineum and you clench your cunt to relieve some pressure.

“you’re so wet.. agh..” xavier strokes himself again, eyebrows still furrowed, staring at your cunt. “fuck…” he leans closer to your heat, then looking up at you. “you smell so good…” he twists his fist at his tip, now wet with precum. “aughnn, y/n… I feel so good…” he leans on his heels again, cock and thighs on display for you.

you watch him become entranced with your body. youve never seen him like this, and your shock comes from an intense arousal. he’s so desperate and whiny, truly hypnotized by your body…

you bring three fingers down to your entrance and coat it with yourself. you pull your fingers apart in front of xavier’s face, and he cries out a moan. “open.” you say and xavier opens his mouth. “so obedient…” you chuckle and xavier wraps his lips around your fingers. “oh… you’re so—good.” you pull it out and it’s clean apart from xavier’s spit. you curse under your breath as you admire it.

you can’t help but lick it off too, placing your fingers in your mouth as you taste the mixture of your wetness and xavier’s saliva before rubbing your clit…

“oh.. i’m gonna cum, y/n. I’m gonna cum…” xavier pants. he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

you rub yourself faster, slipping your other hand in your shirt to play with your nipples. you prop one leg up and focus on your clit, enjoying the audience and the view. “yeah? you liked this that much? are you gonna cum for me, xavier?” you pant out as you chase your own high.

xavier nods messily. he shuts his eyes and strokes himself fast before grabbing your hand and licking your fingers. he looks up at you as he sucks your slick off again, still stroking his leaky cock with the other hand. he’s whining into your digits before nibbling on a fingertip. “mmghm..!” he moans into your finger and tries to keep his eyes open.

his eyebrows twitch and you feel warmth spurt on your inner thigh and knee… “oh… hah.. you’re cumming so much, aren’t you? mm..” you watch his cock pulse and twitch as he uses his grip on your hand for leverage. his cum is a perfect viscosity; leaking out generously after his initial shots.

“mhm…” he moans shakily. he tries to catch his breath, but you grasp your hand away and move it back to rub your clit. you focus it on the underside, rubbing it side to side.

“xavier…” you moan his name and he watches you again. “angh… I’m gonna cum too…”

“yes… please. make yourself cum.. I want to see you cum too…” he says so obediently that you feel almost aggressive. you push the back of his head to direct his face into your pussy. he instinctively licks and laps at your soaking cunt and you cum when he sucks your clit gently.

your orgasm washes over you like a wave, moaning into the air as xavier grabs your thighs to keep himself between your legs. he licks up all of your juices and your legs shake. you mutter curses as you relax into the sofa. you push xavier’s head away to prevent overstimulation. he wipes off your click from his chin with the back of his hand.

you catch your breaths and he sits next to you.

“what the hell was that protocore..?” you whisper jokingly.

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rb for more sub xavier

not really proofread… but hope you enjoyed! my reqs are open teehee

[yasministration]

All I ask of you - Remus Lupin

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Phantom of the Opera

summary: When you step foot into the Lupin Manor for the very first time as newly weds, Remus can't help but show his new wife just how grateful he is for her. wc: 2.7k+ cw: smut, brief exhibitionism but not really, flashbacks in italics

Remus knew you belonged to him from the moment you uttered the words “I’d marry him” to your older brother in a flurry of emotions, barely even glancing at Remus at all. But still, you were his if it meant getting the finest sliver of free will, your parents’ ultimatum echoing in your mind day by day.

“Do you really mean it?” Sirius asked, grasping Remus’s bicep tightly, eyes scouring his in search of any doubt, any lies. Your footsteps got quieter as you disappeared down the hall, returning to the party your parents had so proudly thrown you. “Of course I mean it, Sirius.” Remus said, his voice firm.

He’d do anything for Sirius — for the man who shared his blood, sweat and tears. For his brother. “I know it’s a lot,” Sirius scrambled to find an explanation, both hands smoothing down his curly hair, “Sirius it’s alright.” The taller boy reassured, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s all I ask of you. It’s all I’ll ever ask of you. I owe you for life.”

But now Remus believes he’s the one to owe Sirius, watching as you giggled softly, angelic in your white gown, the promises you had vowed each other now engraved in stone. Just a couple hours ago, you had stood at the altar, reciting your heart-felt words to an entire community of purebloods you didn’t care for, having eyes only for each other. Remus had cupped your cheeks softly when it was time to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours with a satisfied hum that carved itself into your memory forever.

Now, you struggled to fit the house key into place, hands shaky with excitement. Remus placed a soothing hand on your back, but it only seemed to arouse you more, huffing with mock annoyance. Finally, the key eased into place and the lock came undone with a soft click, unlocking the doors to the Lupin Manor for the very first time.

You didn’t have time to absorb the captivating beauty of the entrance hall of your house before Remus was pushing you against the door, his lips melding against yours again with inexplicable passion. For this being your wedding day, Remus had barely seen you, and he planned to spend all night making it up to you.

Remus watched with loving eyes as you forced Sirius to come dance with you, your two brothers making a third of the people you actually knew and loved at the reception. Regulus, now sat next to Remus, scoffed in amusement. “I can’t believe how this all came along.”

“Me neither.” Regulus glanced up at your husband, holding his glass of whiskey up to him with a smile. He was glad you married someone who actually made you happy, despite the short time frame you’d known him for. Better Remus than the man over a decade your senior.

Regulus almost didn’t believe it when you told him the story. Both of you were sat on your bed, the twilight glimmering against your tall windows, only having met Remus a few hours prior.

You had agreed to marry a stranger, he thought at first. But then he remembered that Sirius Black wasn’t only your brother, but your best friend, and a friend of Sirius was automatically a friend of yours.

Remus smiled against your lips when he pulled out a moan from you, fingers tight on the dip of your waist as he pulled you off the door’s smooth oak. “Should we go find our bedroom?” Your husband suggested, lips pulled into a smirk, and you nodded eagerly, watching him lock the double doors, tossing the key to the side. It clattered loudly on the ground, but you paid it no attention as Remus gripped your hand, tugging you along with him into the house.

The train of your gown flowed behind you as you rushed to keep up with your husband's pace, the unknown manor a maze to you. “The blueprints showed that it was…” Remus frowned as he opened another door, only to find a bathroom. “I thought our bedroom was upstairs.” Remus went silent at your words, face flushing with embarrassment before nodding, immediately guiding you in the other direction to find the large staircase.

“Hold on Rem!” You cried, unable to keep up with your tall heels. He huffed, stopping in front of the stairs before wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up. You squeaked as he ran up the stairs, tackling them two at a time. But he didn’t put you down when he reached the top of the staircase, continuing straight down the hallway to find your bedroom. He made a noise of accomplishment as he opened a door, grinning widely as he recognised it to be your bedroom.

Connecting your feet to the ground, you didn’t give Remus a chance before you were pouncing on him, lips slamming against his. Remus groaned, hands immediately trailing up your back to find a way to undo your dress. He sighed in relief at the feeling of a zipper climbing up your spine, and eagerly, he pulled the slider down your back, exposing your skin to the air, thick with sexual tension.

You slid the dress off your body, leaving it on the floor in a pile of fabric whilst you climbed onto the bed, only wearing panties and heels. Spinning around to face Remus, you settled your back onto the bed’s headboard, grinning as he ripped the tie over his head, tripping as he fought the blazer off his shoulders whilst rushing over to you.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You told him, watching as he crawled over to you on the bed, kissing you once more. Hands settled onto Remus’s shoulders, trailing down his chest. “Easy.” You whispered, kissing him slowly. “Where’s the rush?”

“Need you so bad.” He muttered, biting down on your bottom lip and tugging it. You slowly unbuttoned Remus’s waistcoat, and he sat back on his heels, taking deep breaths as he let you strip him of his clothes. The waistcoat came off, and before you could begin undoing his shirt, he untucked it from his trousers, gripping its collar behind his head and pulling it off. Swallowing thickly, you admired the way his muscles rippled across his body at the effort, hands dropping to quickly unzip his slacks.

“Who’s in a rush now?” Remus teased, placing his hands on the headboard and caging you with his body as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your neck. “Just take them off, baby.”

“Anything for you, Mrs. Lupin.” A shiver ran down your body, goosebumps standing on your skin at the name. You whined, back arching, and Remus made a guttural sound at your reaction, kicking the shoes off his feet before getting rid of his trousers. He was on you in an instant, shuffling down the bed and wrapping a big hand around your ankle to pull you down with him, back sliding off the headboard as your head landed on the fluffy pillows below you.

Remus climbed back on top of you, only briefly kissing your lips so he could set an assault of lips and teeth on the rest of your body. You moaned loudly as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, and he toyed with the other between his thumb and pointer finger, only wanting to increase the pleasure noises you made. It wasn’t like there was anyone to hear.

No, unlike back at the Black Manor, where your mother had nearly caught you in the act.

Remus had an arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both cuddled underneath the thick duvet, exchanging kisses whilst he touched you under the blankets. He was preparing you for the main event, his fingers slowly dragging through your walls, the rough pads of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through your body. You were breathing heavily into Remus’s kiss, tightly gripping onto the material of his shirt as his tongue glided across your parted lips.

He deepened the kiss just as you moaned, thighs clamping shut around his wrist as your orgasm approached. Remus pulled away from the kiss just enough for you to be able to speak against his lips, mumbling “Please, sweetheart.” He groaned at the nickname, pressing his lips against yours, just about to increase the pace of his hand on you when the door slammed open. You tore apart from the kiss, eyes going wide as they fell on your mother’s figure in the doorway.

Remus froze, fingers stilling inside you. Walburga stared at the two of you with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest. He had never had this experience as a teenager; being caught making out by his partner's parents. But somehow, he already knew this was so much worse. You swallowed thickly, painfully aware of the throbbing between your legs. “Mother. Can I help you?” You finally said. Walburga’s eyes trailed down to where Remus’s hand disappeared beneath the duvet, but she didn’t say anything. Remus prayed she just thought he was groping your ass.

“I was here to discuss dresses, but it seems you’re preoccupied.” Clearly, your mother expected you to invite her in, and shoo Remus outside, but you just stared back at her, face hot with humiliation. “It’s alright, we can discuss it later.” You told her, praying she wouldn’t hex you for your words.

You gasped as Remus’s mouth tore away from your breast with a lewd noise, kissing down your stomach as his fingers toyed with the lacy white fabric of your panties. He parted from you to watch himself peel the flimsy material off your body, mouth watering as the lace clung to your cunt.

“God, I’m gonna have to frame this.” Remus mumbled to himself, laying the undergarment next to him on the bed, completely ignoring your leaking centre as he moved his lips down your legs. Carefully taking your foot in his hand, he eased the elegant shoe off, tossing it on the floor before moving onto the next, causing you to giggle.

“Remus.” You said his name so lovingly, so gently, as though it would break. It had Remus instant glancing back at your face. You outstretched an arm, making a ‘come here’ motion with your hand. Remus crawled back up on the bed, letting you snake a hand into his hair and guide him into a kiss. Though the kiss was short, he was panting when he pulled away.

“My sweet, sweet boy.”

Remus dropped himself onto his forearms, lowering his body onto yours as he dug his face into the crook of your neck, hiding his face from you. Your breath hitched as you felt his erection on your stomach through the fabric of his boxers, the outline so prominent against your skin. “I love you.” He mumbled, voice muffled.

“Yeah? Show me how much you love me.”

It took everything for you not to giggle at the way Remus’s hips jerked up, but the man was instantly scrambling to straighten up, shoving his boxers down his hips, exposing the last bit of his body to you. You gulped thickly at the sight of him, more worked up than you’d ever seen him before. He was already coated with pre cum, his tip looking uncomfortably red.

Remus eased his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up so your feet rested flat on the mattress. He eased himself onto you, a furrow in his brow as the tip of his cock caught onto your clit before sliding down to your entrance.

The room filled with sounds of immediate pleasure, and you could only think of how you were going spend the next month begging Remus to take you on every surface of the house. Remus sighed loudly, his breath shaky, pushing himself flat onto you when you dragged your nails down his back. He pulled his hips out, and you keened as his cock dragged across your pulsing walls. Then, with a forceful thrust, he filled you up to the brim, causing you to arch your back into him, clawing into him skin as you cried out.

“God, Remus!”

“Fuck, can’t say my name like that or I’ll cum.” He panted in your ear, repeating the movement. His chest was already growing wet with sweat, but it was nothing compared to the slick between your thighs, coating Remus’s pelvis and the sheets below you as he ground himself against you.

“Remus.” You repeated, softer now; breathlessly as he pushed himself back up on his hands, a smile gracing his lips as he watched you and the way your body moved in response to his movements. You brought both hands up to wrap around Remus’s wrists, head thrown to the side as you stared at your grip on him, trying to ground yourself.

Leaning closer, you pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Remus balanced himself on one hand as he continued thrusting into you, bringing his free hand up to softly cup your cheek, encouraging your face back upwards so you could look at him. “Want you to look at me when you cum.” Your mouth dropped open to form a circle at his words, struggling to keep your eyes open as per his request.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband.” You whispered, voice breaking as your eyes suddenly glazed with tears — a mix of pleasure and overwhelming joy. Remus made a primal sound in his throat, hips thrusting uncontrollably inside you as you muttered the words. He was panting when he regained control, his movements considerably more sluggish.

Lowering himself back to his forearms, Remus leaned onto one arm as he brought his second hand down to touch you. Collecting your slick on two fingers, he guided them to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it as he captured your lips with his into a desperate kiss.

“Say it again, please?” Your mind went blank, not knowing what Remus was talking about for a second. Your lips curled upwards, smiling despite yourself as you moaned loudly, hips jerking upwards to meet Remus’s touch before you repeated “You’re my husband,” Remus groaned, his eyes glued to your face as you breathlessly added “And - fuck - I’m your wife.”

Remus swore loudly, gasping as spurts of cum shot into you. His head dropped onto your shoulder as his movements slowed, fingers becoming more desperate on your clit. “Cum for me baby.” He begged, kissing down your chest until his teeth clamped down on your breast, around your nipple. You shrieked at the feeling, eyes shutting, but Remus’s hand was immediately pressing your cheeks together, encouraging you to open your eyes as you came.

You did, eyes flying open as your cunt squeezed his softening cock, muscles spasming as you orgasmed. “Fuck. Fuck, Remus.”

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” You whimpered at the praise, feeling your thighs begin to shake as he finally pulled out of you, landing half on top of you as he rolled onto the bed next to you. You jokingly shoved him aside, legs unsteady as you turned over to crawl over your husband, pressing kisses all over his neck as you straddled him.

“Give me two minutes and I’ll get it back up.” You giggled at his words, shaking your head “That’s not what I was - Remus.” Remus huffed, accepting the kiss you pressed against his lips gratefully. “I’m just loving you.” You explained, curling your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Shit, well you can’t just love me like this and not expect me to get it up again.” And his words were true; he was already sporting a half-hard erection underneath you. “I mean, your tits are in my face. You’re - you’re literally sitting on me naked.”

“Fine. I guess I don’t mind going for another round.” You playfully rolled your eyes, reaching behind you to wrap your fingers around his cock, stroking him gently. Remus gasped, hips bucking upwards. You began giggling, but Remus only raised his eyebrows at you, as though all his blood wasn’t rushing back to his cock in that instant.

“You’re not going to be laughing when I make you cum a hundred different ways tonight.”

“You have forever to do that Rem.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t make it happen by the time the sun comes up.”

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[adiadagaki]

Sukuna x reader (smut) (18+ MDNI)

Sukuna was a killer, calculating and brutal in everything he did. He burned villages to the ground, slaughtered thousands irrespective of age and tortured for evening entertainment.

But around you he was something so different that if anyone saw him they would refute it was him all together. To you, he was soft, caring and gentle (at least out of bed).

He cared for you deeply and although he sometimes struggled to show it you knew he was trying his absolute hardest. That was something you appreciated more than you could’ve put into words.

“Yeah, but which one will she like more?” Sukuna grumbled to Uraume, “My King, I believe our lady likes white cats.” Humming, he allowed his eyes to wander back and forth between the white and black cats.

White certainly suited your personality more, and Uraume would never lie to him. That he did know.

And with that he had bought you the cat, a disgusting feline he saw no value in aside from making you happy. But that's all he wanted, so if that meant having a furry nuisance on his bed then so be it.

"I have something for you princess." You had just sat on his lap after finding him sprawled on his throne. He massaged your hip with a free hand, eyes locked on your face.

It was clear to anyone he was smitten, not that he often put it into words. Instead actions.

"Oh?" Intrigued, you watched as a servant brought you a box wrapped in red paper. Thanking the servant you were quick to open it, curious as to what Sukuna had bought you.

And when you saw the beautiful, white Serbian cat nestled in the box you gasped, wide eyes flying to the curses.

"You bought me a cat?" Sukuna gave a nod, pleased to see you were so excited, not to mention that happy glint in your eyes.

"Oh I love it. Is it a girl?" Another nod and you were taking the kitten out of the box.

All afternoon you played and fawned over the kitten much to Sukuna's amusement. By night you were well tired out from the days excitement.

So Sukuna was surprised when you began kissing him all soft. The kisses he craved most but would again never confess.

Turns out it was your way of thanking the King of curses for his gift. He whispered into your hair you didn’t need to thank him but his voice weighed heavy with arousal.

“I want to.” You had panted, and before long you were bouncing on his cock at a pace which brought you immense pleasure.

“Fuck princess. You’re s-so tight.” Two arms held you tight at your hips while another circled your clit. His final hand was working his second cock, appreciating you weren’t ready to take both yet.

You were bouncing so good on his cock he was stuttering, breathless, moaning, at a total loss for words.

“‘S so good Kuna.” Digging your nails into the skin of his chest you rode him harder. “‘m gunna come, gunna come.” You rambled, tears of pleasure rolling down your pink cheeks. And all Sukuna could think was thank fuck for that.

The compression of your silky walls suffocating his cock as you fought to satisfy him and yourself had him on the verge of exploding in your warm pussy.

“Come for me- fuck, come around my cock, take my come.” Raking your fingers down his chest you sat on his cock in one hard slam, his tip hitting your sweet spots so well you crumbled.

You clamped down around Sukuna like a vice and he moaned all throaty, releasing his come inside of you and his second cocks landing on the sheets. The day you can take both of him won’t be soon enough, the curse thinks.

Moaning softly you collapsed against his chest, walls still pulsing around his cock, milking him dry.

He definitely didn’t regret getting you the annoying little feline, but by the time the King of curses was done with you the cat may regret it.

[short-honey-badger]

Break You

SPOILER ALERT! For the latest chapter of OP Manga!

Pairings! Mentioned Shanks x Female Reader, Figarland Shamrock x Female Reader

Waring! Sham isn't very nice. Man is delulu and jelly of his brother. Kissing and hair pulling.

Shamrock Masterlist-> HERE

You should have known better. Should have trusted that gut instinct that told you to go with Shanks when he'd offered to take you with him. Now, you stood in your doorway, staring at the man who looked so much like your lover but wasn't.

Shamrock had kept track of his younger twin's whereabouts and had finally allowed his curiosity to get the better of him. He hadn't expected to find you on this island deep within the Grand Line, but it was a pleasant surprise regardless. He tips his head to the side, burgundy eyes raking up and down your figure in interest.

“So you are who my little brother runs off to see,” He drawls lightly and crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk curling his lips at the corner. He could understand how you had caught his twin's attention, seeing that stubborn set of your shoulders, the way your eyes blazed with hidden anger. Shamrock couldn't wait to break you.

He loped forward, one booted foot in front of the other until he stood just outside of the stoop of your porch, “We can either do this the easy way, or I will drag you kicking and screaming all the way back to my ship.”

Excited arousal shoots down his spine when your eyes widen, that delightful look of fear making him itch to take you in his hands. He was sure that your body would easily submit to him, with being so similar to his twin.

“You're not taking me anywhere,” you say, and Shamrock hums, boots clicking against the wood of your porch as he goes up the stairs. His cock twitches in his pants at seeing that anxious fear up close, and he closes the distance before you can do something stupid and try and slam the door in his face.

He catches you by the jaw, gloved finger tips digging into soft flesh as he angles you this way and that.

“Is that so, Darling? And who here will save you, hmm?” He coos down at you, lips twitching into a callous smirk, eyes narrowing in dark amusement.

Both of you know that there isn't anyone around that could stop him. He was the leader of the Holy Knights, the strongest of them, and only someone like his dear twin brother would be able to rival his strength. But Shanks wasn't here, was he?

“Now, I don't make it a habit of repeating myself, but I will for your sake. Are you going to come with me willingly, or am I going to have to break that stubborn will of yours down?”

Quietly, Shamrock hopes that you will put up some kind of fight if only he can show you how useless it would all be in the end.

He lets you jerk yourself out of his hold, his cock hardening in his pants when you look at him with a glare that might intimidate anyone other than himself. You take a step back, but he just follows you, eating up the distance until he stands inside your home, shutting the door and locking it with a flick of his fingers. When Shamrock turns back, you have disappeared, but the sudden game of cat and mouse only makes him more excited to get his hands on you.

The holy knight stalks through the house, boots thudding against the hardwood floor of your home. Shamrock would let you think that you could get away from him, fight against him even, but at the end of the day, you would be on his ship, and you would be his.

It was his right to finally have something that belonged to him. Not a soul would ever know, but Shamrock found himself jealous at times of his younger twin and the freedom that he had. Shanks had little responsibilities other than the ones he chose to take on, while Shamrock was stuck with the duties that his father gave him. Of course, he could have found any other woman to cater to his whim, but the thought of stealing you away from his younger brother was heady, overwhelming almost.

The click of a pistol hammer being drawn back brings the redhead out of his thoughts, and he turns to see you standing in the hallway that must lead to your bedroom, weapon drawn and pointing at his face. Shamrock takes in the sight, seeing the fierce look upon your face as you hold the weapon steady. There is a beat, and then he throws his head back and laughs, something long and loud, but it's enough to have you take a step back, chest seizing at the terrible sound.

“You wound me, darling. Thinking that you can do anything with that.”

Shamrock's tone is vicious, and he stalks forward, taking advantage of your state to snag the barrel and pull the weapon from your hands. He flicks the hammer back down and shoves it in the empty holster at his side before he reaches for you, snagging you by the hair and dragging you close. He ignores your cry of pain, pulling your head back so that you look up at him, gloved fingers tugging your hair harshly.

“You should have taken the easy way out, dear.”

With that, Shamrock bends and seals his lips against your own, tongue pushing past your teeth to lick inside your mouth. You make a muffled sound of protest, eyes going wide, but the man who holds you doesn't care. No. He had given you a chance to be good, and you decided to point a gun at him.

Shamrock pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath and with swollen lips. He drags you down the hall, keeping a harsh grip in your hair. Your hands wrap around his wrist, trying your best to mitigate the pain that radiates from your scalp. He kicks the door of your bedroom open, glad that he had guessed the correct one before he heaves you through the door to bounce on your bed. He is in your space without giving you a moment, long fingers wrapping around your throat and squeezing in warning.

“I'm going to enjoy breaking you, darling,” Shamrock snarls and pushes you back against the mattress, following after you, long legs pressed on either side of your hips, “You'll never see my little brother again.”

@mit-suri @mfreedomstuff

[nylqnder]

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ! | 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃

summary: when your brothers surprise you at your dorm, they discover your boyfriend whom you'd kept a secret from them

warnings: hughes sister!reader, jack and luke being overprotective brothers, briefly nsfw in the beginning, couple uses of 'y/n', honestly mostly about jack & luke

word count: 1.80k

The morning sun beamed through the window, filling the room with a soft golden light. You had forgotten to close the blinds the night before and now the warm rays were gently waking you from your slumber. Slowly, your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the brightness. You glance down and see the boy you are entangled with, his body warmly pressed against yours. Your legs are intertwined and his head rests against your chest, the rise and fall of his breath synchronizing with your own. His face, softened by sleep, looks peaceful, almost angelic.

As if sensing that you were awake, Ryan begins to stir. He shifts slightly, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to wake up. His hand, which had been resting on your waist, moves gently, his eyes slowly opening to meet yours.

“Good morning.” You say softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

“Good morning,” he replies, his voice husky with sleep. “How long have you been watching me sleep?”

You chuckle quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips. “Only a minute or two.”

Ryan groans as he stretches his limbs, untangling his legs from yours. He sits up, rubbing his eyes, but you reach out to grab his hand pulling him back down.

"Not so fast," you whisper, your voice still heavy with sleep. You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer until your lips meet. The kiss is warm and lingering, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire. Ryan responds eagerly, his hands finding their way to your waist.

You trace your hands into his hair, gently tugging on the roots, eliciting a groan from Ryan. You feel his body responding to your touch, the heat of his arousal pressing firmly against your thigh. You smile into the kiss, pushing Ryan to the side and flipping you both so that you are now straddling his hips.

However, as they say, all good things must come to an end.

The sound of sudden, insistent banging on your door shatters the morning peace. Your eyes snap open, heart racing in your chest. Ryan bolts upright, nearly pushing you off his lap if it weren’t for his strong grip on your hips, blinking in confusion.

"Y/n! Open up!" came a familiar voice from the other side of the door. "Come on, sleepyhead!"

"Oh no," you whispered, your eyes wide with panic. "It’s my brothers."

Ryan's face mirrored your alarm. "I thought they weren't supposed to be here until dinner!"

Jack and Luke were in Boston as the Devils were scheduled to play against the Bruins tomorrow. You had made plans to meet them for dinner tonight, eager to catch up since this had been the longest stretch of time you'd gone without seeing either of them. However, you were excited to see them tonight and not now at 8 in the morning with your boyfriend —someone they didn’t even know existed yet— buck-naked in your bed.

You swung your legs off his hips, racing around the room to find your clothing that had been ripped off the night before. “Exactly!” you say in a whispered panic, pulling a t-shirt over your head. “What are they doing here so early?”

Another round of knocks echoed through the small room. "Y/n, we know you're in there!" Luke called out, his tone a mix of amusement and impatience.

"Just a minute!" you called back, trying to keep your voice steady. You pull on a pair of sweat shorts, throwing Ryan his clothing you’d found along the way. “Just sit there for a second, I’ll get rid of them.”

You glance in the mirror quickly, flattening down your unruly hair caused by the events of last night. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. You pasted on a sleepy smile, attempting to mask your surprise. "Jack, Luke! What are you doing here?"

Jack grinned broadly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We wanted to surprise you! Mission accomplished."

Luke stood behind him, holding a tray of coffee cups, an extra one for you. Despite how sweet that action was, you couldn’t let yourself feel grateful for their presence at the moment.

“How did you get in my building?” you ask your brothers.

“It’s a college, y/n, they don’t exactly have Rikers level security.” Jack joked. “Now c’mon, let us in.”

"Uh, now's not really a good time," you stammered, blocking the doorway.

Luke raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Why? What are you hiding in there? Got a secret study buddy or something?"

Your brothers laugh, both not believing that you actually had a study buddy.

Your cheeks flush as you nervously glance back over your shoulder. "Ry, are you decent?" you call.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Ryan replies, standing up from your bed.

Jack and Luke shared confused glances as you stepped aside reluctantly, allowing your brothers to enter. As they walked in, their eyes fell on Ryan, standing awkwardly near your bed. Jack's and Luke's faces shifted from confusion to realization. "Ryan?" Jack asked, doubt creeping into his voice.

Ryan gave a small awkward wave. “Hey guys.”

Ryan knew your brothers from their joint time in the program. He’d never played with them but spent several practices playing alongside them.

Jack and Luke's eyes darted around the room, artifacts of your relationship scattered around. Photos of the two of you adorned the walls, his Boston College jersey draped over the back of your desk chair. Your heart sank as you noticed the shared look of hurt and confusion in your brothers' eyes.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a boyfriend?" Luke asked, his tone betraying his emotions.

"I… I didn't know how to," you admitted, wringing your hands nervously. "You guys always treat me like a baby. I wasn't sure how you'd react."

As the youngest of four siblings and the only girl among three older brothers, you had always been treated like the baby of the family. Even after you graduated from high school and moved away for college, the dynamic didn't change much. Your brothers had always looked out for you, often smothering you with their protectiveness. It was as if they couldn't see the independent, capable person you were becoming.

Growing up, their constant teasing and overbearing care had been both a source of comfort and frustration. They would ruffle your hair, call you endearing nicknames, and sometimes intervene in your decisions, thinking they knew what was best for you. This behaviour persisted into your young adulthood, making it difficult for you to assert your independence. It was the primary reason you’d kept Ryan a secret from your older brothers.

Jack shook his head, his expression softening a little. "Y/n, we just want to protect you."

"I know," she said, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "But I'm not a kid anymore."

Ryan stepped up to your side, placing a delicate hand on the small of your back. “I’m going to give you guys space to talk,” Ryan said, stepping between you and your brothers. “I’ll call you later, yeah?” You nod, giving him an apologetic look for how your morning turned out. Ryan places a quick, reassuring kiss on your lips before heading to the door.

“It was nice to see you guys,” he says to Jack and Luke before slipping out the door. Once the door closed behind him, you turned to your brothers, who still wore expressions of shock mixed with mild betrayal. "I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure how you'd handle it. You can be a bit… overprotective."

“We’re not overprotective.” Jack scoffs.

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, thinking of at least a dozen examples of their overbearing behaviour. “Are you serious? Do you remember Jacob? My prom date?” you ask them. Looks of recognition flash across their faces, bowing their heads as they remember your senior prom. “You guys kept asking him these invasive questions, like what his intentions with me were, about his previous girlfriends. You guys scared him so badly, that the day after prom he blocked me on everything and wouldn’t talk to me.”

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, y/n, we just care about you.”

“Care about me?” You shake your head, frustration bubbling up. “There’s a difference between caring and controlling. It’s not just Jacob. You guys almost convinced Mum and Dad to make me stay in Michigan and go to school there rather than let me go out of state.”

Luke’s eyes soften. “Y/n… you’re our baby sister. We just want what’s best for you.”

“I get that, but you have to let me live my life. I need to make my own decisions, even if it means making mistakes. That’s how I learn and grow.”

Your brothers nod in sync, their expressions betraying the guilt they felt around the way they treated you. Jack let out a deep breath of air. "You're right, y/n. We have been overprotective. We didn't mean to smother you, we’re sorry."

Luke nodded in agreement, his face reflecting regret. "We just want to see you happy and safe, but we need to trust you to make your own choices. Ryan seems like a good guy. We just wish you'd told us sooner."

You exhaled, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "I know, and I'm sorry I kept it a secret. I was scared of how you'd react. But Ryan is important to me, he makes me so happy.”

Your face instinctively lights up as you mention your boyfriend.

Luke pulls a sour face. “Ew look at her, she’s in love.” You reach out, giving Luke’s shoulder a playful shove.

Jack stepped forward, pulling you into a tight hug. "We'll work on it, okay? We’ll back off and give you space, but we're always here for you."

Luke joined the hug, sandwiching you between your brothers. "Yeah, and we'll make an effort to be less overbearing. We just want what's best for you."

You squeezed them both, feeling a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, guys. That means a lot to me."

As you pulled away, you glanced at the coffee tray still in Luke's hand. "Now, assuming one of those is for me, how about we catch up properly? I've missed you guys."

Jack grinned, grabbing taking out one of the cups and handing it to you. "Sounds like a plan. And how about you invite Ryan to dinner tonight so we can get to know him? I want to see what kind of guy has stolen my sister's heart."

"Yeah," Luke said, nudging her playfully. "Just don't expect us to go easy on him."

You chuckled, feeling the tension finally lift. "Deal. But if you scare him off, I’m emancipating myself and changing my last name."

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

The Wedding

Part 14 of my Accidentally on Purpose Series!

Warnings: Inebriation, flirting, manipulation, mild smut, angst.

Las Vegas.

Several Months Ago.

“Mister Russo?” You say, approaching him with a calm smile, “It's nice to see you again!”

You're not usually this touchy, but you're slightly drunk, and plus, he doesn't really seem to mind it when you press your hand to his shoulder, fingers skating down his arm, feeling over the muscle beneath his shirt.

He smiles at you too, says your name in greeting. He remembered your name? You feel butterflies at the thought.

There are people moving all around you, trying to get the bartender’s attention, and when someone bumps against you, you feel his hand circle around your body, pulling you into him.

Your brain goes haywire at the feeling, the sight of his handsome face looking down at you with that soft smile.

“Sorry, just don't want you getting spilled on.” He explains.

You swallow, nodding in understanding.

“Dominic and I broke up.” You blurt, like an idiot.

His eyebrows shoot up, a smile tugging onto his mouth. His pretty, kissable mouth.

“Really?” His tone holds mild amusement, “Sounds like his loss, sweetheart.”

“Not according to him.” You answer wryly.

You're so close to him you can feel the deep inhale he takes, raising his free hand to run the backs of his fingers along the length of your jaw.

Your heart begins hammering in your chest, and you wonder if he can feel it, with how close you stand to each other.

He leans in, fingers turning your head so that he can press his lips to your ear, the feeling of it spreads sparks of excitement through your body.

“If I had you, I'd worship every inch of you, the way you were made to be worshipped.”

Your breath stutters in your chest, arousal dampening your underwear as the low cadence of his voice and the implications of his words sink into you.

“Y-you, uh, th-that’s nice of you to say.” 

But nothing about his facial expression indicates that he was trying to be nice.

“A-anyway, my sister will be looking for me. It was nice seeing you, Mister Russo.”

You take a step back, and his arm resists your movement for a second, before he relents, allowing you to withdraw from him.

“Jesus Christ.” Jenna says when she sees you approaching, “I thought he was gonna eat you alive.” 

You tip your head back, laughing, giving her a shake of your head.

“Don’t shake your head! He could be the guy that helps you forget all about Dominic.”

At the mention of his name, you groan, reaching for another shot of vodka, tossing it back before you have a chance to think twice.

“I can’t go back, what would I even say?”

Jenna moves around to your other side dramatically, pretending to be you.

“Hello, hot guy, do you wanna go somewhere more quiet?”

You groan, shaking your head and pressing your face into your hands for a moment.

“A one night stand with Dominic’s boss is a terrible idea. What if we get back together?”

Jenna slides you another shot, and you pick it up, staring at it for a moment, before drinking it down in one gulp. You’d made an agreement with her, a shot for every time you said his name. At this rate, you would be trashed within the hour.

“If you get back together with that fucking dirtbag, I will put Nair in his shampoo.” Jenna emphasises her point with her palm hitting the table. You laugh at her dramatics.

It was a fair point, that Dominic had said too many awful things to you, to ever really deserve a second chance.

You groan as Jenna grabs your hand, playfully spinning you in a circle.

“I’ll cover for you, just keep your phone on, and I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” She says, pushing you gently in the direction you last saw him.

But he isn’t there anymore, so instead, you take the opportunity to find the bathroom. The neon lights are pretty, and you feel like you’re almost made entirely of air. You retouch your lipgloss, dabbing at your face for a little with a tissue before you exit, heading to the second floor to see if you can spot him from there.

The balcony is less crowded than the main floor, and as you look over, eyes searching the bar to see if you can spot him, you wonder why you’re going through all this trouble.

Was it what he’d said? That you were made to be worshipped? In all your years, and all your relationships, you’d never heard someone say that to you. It had been a large contrast to what Dominic had said last.

I’m just trying to be totally honest, but I don’t find you all that pretty.

You needed another shot. You turn, eyeing a waitress carrying a tray full of colourful drinks, when she turns her head to study someone, you wonder who could have possibly broken her concentration.

He’s leaning over the balcony, studying the people below with a glass of amber liquid in his hands.

A strand of his hair falls into his face, and you take your time, admiring his stunning side profile.

Maybe you take too long to reach him, because you watch another woman step up to him, and whisper something in his ear.

He doesn’t smile, not like he did with you before, barely reacts to whatever words she’s saying to him. He almost looks irritated, and you think that’s all the invitation you need to interrupt.

“There you are.” You say easily, pressing a hand to his shoulder.

His eyes turn to you, and like before, a smile pulls onto his face that makes your stomach curl with excitement.

“Sweetheart. You found me.”

The woman on the other side of him huffs before walking off.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say to him, and he gives you a pleased smile, straightening, taking your hand in his, before he begins guiding you somewhere.

You follow behind him, getting lost in the look of his broad back in the smoky neon lights, his hands are rough, and yet somehow well kept.

The air outside the club isn’t much better, filled with patrons smoking in little groups, the smell of tobacco burning leaves a gross feeling in your mouth.

You sway slightly, and his arm wraps around you to keep you steady, waiting patiently until a car pulls up to the curb.

The back door opens the wrong way, and you giggle at the absurdity as you climb into his car.

You’re maybe a little too eager, wet and aching for him, waiting patiently for the car door to close so that you can pounce on him.

“What are you doing here, Mister Russo?” You purr, straddling one of his legs, sitting inappropriately on his thigh, maybe rubbing yourself a little too wantonly.

He looks at you with his sultry eyes, the corner of his mouth tilting up as you feel his hand press firmly to the back of your thigh, right below your ass.

“Business meeting.” He answers.

“In Vegas?” You ask surprised.

He gives you a soft, teasing smile, and if you were any more sober it would make you giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Vegas needs security too.” He answers.

“Right.” You whisper, suddenly feeling a little shy.

You lean into him, your noses brushing gently, his fingers grazing soft circles into your skin when suddenly you begin to feel dizzy.

You suck in a breath, withdrawing.

“Sorry, I guess I might have had a little bit too much to drink.” You admit, dropping onto your butt beside him. 

He doesn’t let you get too far, his hands stroking the back of your head, soothing you in a way you’ve never really felt before. It feels easy, as if caring just comes second nature to him.

“Don’t fret. Let’s get you something to eat.”

The best thing to eat when the room is spinning, is crispy, hot, salty fries.

He chuckles when you moan into your first bite, you lean against him playfully for a moment, feeling his strong arm wrap around you at the unspoken invitation.

He’s so at ease, taking these small liberties that you eagerly give, enjoying the way it feels to be held while you’re so tipsy the world is spinning around you and all you can see is him.

“They’re so good, how did you get them to make a fresh batch?” You ask softly, looking up at him.

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes drop down to his mouth, wondering if there’s ever been a better personification of sin.

“Thank you,” You say earnestly, “I haven’t really been feeling like myself since the breakup.”

You watch him reach for a fry, studying it carefully before taking it into his mouth.

His eyebrows lift in appreciation.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks.

You give a slight shake of your head.

“I sort of saw it coming, but I guess it was a little worse than I was expecting. Dominic- he picked me apart. Every insecurity I’d ever whispered to him- he threw it back in my face. By the end of it, I was just glad it was over.”

He stares straight ahead, his jaw locked into one place. 

“Mister Russo?” You ask shyly.

He tilts his head, to look down at you, a cooling fire in his eyes.

“Why don’t you call me, Billy, sweetheart. ‘Mister Russo’ is for when you’re being a brat.”

You blink in shock.

“What?” You ask, laughing out of confusion.

“And also,” He continues as if you haven’t spoken, “You didn’t deserve to be treated that way.”

It’s like whiplash, and you decide to address his second comment.

“Well, maybe I did, you don’t even know me.”

You watch a wicked smile pull onto his face.

“Then tell me… tell me what you think he was so right about.”

It doesn’t take you all that long to think about something.

“I’m not all that pretty-”

He cuts you off with a laugh.

“Be serious.” 

“I am!” 

“You are literally the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. What else?”

You feel your chest squeeze at his easy admission.

“I’m unfocused, unmotivated.”

“That’s subjective.” Billy retorts.

“I cry easily.”

His eyes go soft, gazing at you with his obsidian eyes.

“That’s okay.”

You swallow, searching your brain for something else.

“I’m… weird.”

“Not even if you tried.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the delight that blooms inside of you, burying your face into his chest, you let out a silly little laugh.

He laughs along too.

When you draw back, your eyes are filled with happy tears.

“I feel terrible. That I let myself be with him for so long. I should have left first.”

“It’s okay, you’re done with him now.”

Billy was right. There was no chance you would ever go back with him, no matter how sad you would be, or however lonely. It was better to be alone forever than to ever link yourself with Dominic Saintclair ever again.

Your fingers are linked with his, your eyes cast down at the cobblestones beneath your feet, as you wonder how the mood had shifted into something so somber.

You’re not fully sober, but at least you’re not dizzy with inebriation, and as you raise your head to look at where you’re going, one of the stores catches your eye.

Entranced by the lights, you stop, feeling Billy pause with you.

It’s a veil, spread out over a faceless mannequin, with three layers, the longest ending at your fingertips. It’s got a beaded edge to each layer, and it’s embellished with little rhinestones in star shapes of all sizes.

“Wow.” You say, breathless, “I’ve never seen something so beautiful before.”

“Do you want to go in?”

You feel a lump in your throat as you study the way the veil glitters.

“What for?” You say sadly, “It’s not like I’ll be wearing it anytime soon.” Your bottom lip quivers.

“So? This is Vegas, we can pretend we’re different people and try something we’ve never done before.”

You swallow, studying the other items in the display, wedding dresses.

“Who will I be?” You wonder aloud.

“You,” He murmurs leaning forward, “Are a strong, breathtaking woman, searching for something she wants in a sea full of rejects.”

Could that really be?

“And you?” You ask, still staring at the bridal store, your eyes glazing over some glittering white shoes.

“Me?” Billy murmurs, “I’m the man that would do anything to see the woman he l- likes- be the person she was meant to be.”

You turn to him finally, his body so close that you can feel that residual heat.

“Who’s going to believe that you’re with me?” You whisper.

The corner of his mouth twitches.

“I think you’re underestimating both of us, sweetheart.”

Before you can back out, he’s tugging at your interlocked fingers, and guiding you toward the store.

You move on autopilot, studying the spot where your hands are linked, almost jumping out of your skin when you hear the sound of bells chiming as you step in.

There are dresses and veils everywhere, as if cupid threw up a sea of ivory and eggshell in fabrics of lace, satin and tulle.

“Welcome!” A woman says as she steps into view from around a corner, “Out for some late night shopping?”

You’re unable to speak, the absurdity of what you’re about to do, choking you.

“Good evening, my fiancée saw your veil in the display and she’d like to find a dress to go with it.”

You blink- that was definitely not what you’d agreed upon.

You guess it made sense though- why not finish the look completely to see exactly what you would look like?

You smile politely at her as she gives you a quick once over, probably estimating your size, before nodding, determined.

“Let’s get you set up in fitting room three.”

Billy’s hand is on the small of your back, warm and reassuring. When she offers you champagne, you are grateful for it, drinking deeply in hopes that it washes away any lingering insecurity about your body while she steps out in search of some preliminary dresses to get a feel of what you like.

“I have to warn you Billy. Clothes and me- well I usually leave stores feeling worse about myself than better.”

You’re studying yourself in the mirror when you catch him approaching, you only have a moment to turn, looking at him in surprise when he presses your body between his and the mirror.

You suck in a surprised breath, which is all you have the chance to do before his mouth is on yours.

Sweet beans on toast.

You don’t want to exist in a moment that isn’t this, struggling not to moan desperately into his mouth, trying to hold on to your slipping self control as he wipes any higher thought from your head.

It’s strange how familiar his mouth feels, caught somewhere between brand new and years old, his fingers under your chin to tip your head up, cupping your jaw in the next moment when he learns, in the same moment you do, how amazing your lips feel pressed together.

What were you even doing? You think helplessly, hands on his shoulders to steady you as you rise onto your toes to press yourself further into him.

“You’ll look,” He murmurs into your mouth, “Beautiful.” he kisses the corner of your lip, “In any dress,” his mouth meets your jaw, “You try.”

“And…” He whispers softly against your ear, your eyes rolling back in your head at the delectable sensation of his warm breath, lips parting in arousal.

“I’m going to have fun tearing it off of you at the end of the night.”

Your knees threaten to give out at the low grovel of his voice in your ear.

“Y-you’re going to buy it?”

“Mhmm, call it a little fantasy of mine. You’ll play along, won’t you?”

Of fucking course you would, you were already hypersensitive, aroused beyond thought at the idea of pretending to be his little wife for the night.

You nod eagerly, turning your head to catch his lips once more, finally letting out that little moan of desperation you’d been holding.

His grip on your hip is tight, and you can tell it’s to stop himself from taking too much of you too fast, which strikes you as odd, considering how badly you wanted to tear at his own clothes.

You’re interrupted by the clearing of someone’s throat, and it takes you a moment to break the kiss, to find Sarah, the saleswoman, standing there with a patient smile and an armful of white dresses.

Since the veil is technically the centrepoint of your outfit, you get to happily try it on with every dress, constantly amazed at how it drapes over your shoulders and down your back.

The first dress is definitely too much, a poofy array of tulle, layers and layers that give you a pretty silhouette… at the expense of being able to walk.

Billy, sitting on a couch right in front of you, grins in a very boyish way at your exaggerated pout.

“This is a no.” You say aloud so that Sarah hears you. She asks what you don’t like, and you try to explain that it’s wayy too over the top for your tastes.

She looks determined, nodding as she steps away to remove the ones that she knew you wouldn’t like and get others.

The next one makes you look lumpy, and you frown again, giving her a shake of your head.

You stumble down the steps of the fitting platform, beelining for your glass of champagne on the table beside Billy.

“I told you,” You say between sips, “I’m unflattering.”

He sucks in a deep breath, and rises to a stand. You almost know him so well by now, that you’re expecting him to say something that will turn you into a puddle of arousal.

“If you’re so unflattering,” He says earnestly, taking a hold of your free hand by its wrist and pulling it toward him, “Then why am I hard?”

He finishes his question by pressing your palm to his trousers, and sure enough, your mouth drops open as you feel his very sizeable erection through the coarse fabric.

“You enjoy… watching me suffer?” You retort.

The muscle in his jaw tics, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Wrong answer. Try again.”

You don't get a chance to, before Sarah is in the room again with more dresses.

The A-line chiffon dress you try next is the best one, but the thin straps struggle to hold your cleavage, and you feel like your arms look weird exposed.

You don't explain much, just shaking your head at Sarah, crossing your arms over your chest, staring at yourself in the mirror to give your upper arms a contemplative squeeze. This entire experience was really testing the full extent of your insecurities.

“I know that it's probably just me… or the dress… but boy does shopping make me hate my body sometimes.”

“It's the dress,” Billy says almost immediately, coming up to you, with his glass of champagne in hand that you eye greedily from his reflection in the mirror.

“These are… basic dresses, plain… and you, my beautiful bride, are anything but.”

You smile bashfully at his words. 

“You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”

“My mouth has quite a few uses.”

Annnnd you were wet again… or more accurately, you were just aware of how responsive you were to him.

“I think I got it now.” Sarah says excitedly, stepping into the room with more options.

She did not, in fact, have it.

But she was definitely close, you liked the concept, smiling at yourself in the mirror and giving a delighted twirl atop the character.

“Gorgeous,” You hum, studying the way the dress flatters your curves and uses a sheer cloak-like piece to cover your arms, “But maybe too much fabric? This and the veil and I'm a fall hazard.”

Sarah nods, looking determined, filled with purpose now, she moves out of the room, taking the rejects with her.

“You're glowing in this one.” Billy says softly, and when you turn to look at him, he raises a hand, and crooks a few fingers at you to summon you.

You smile, grabbing your skirts, feeling very princess-like as you step off the pedestal to approach him.

“Let me taste you.” He says as you draw near, and you smile, leaning forward to kiss him.

He laughs into the kiss, and then shakes his head, his eyes are jet black as he looks up at you.

“Not there.”

Your heart trips and tumbles out of your chest.

“Wh-what?”

He seems so motivated, bending to grab the base of your skirts, bunching it up in his fists before passing it over for you to hold onto.

You can barely register what he's about to do as he grips your right ankle next, and raises your leg onto the couch, and then over his shoulder, his other hand on your hip to steady you.

You gasp in surprise, as your position brings his face intimately close to your clothed centre.

His hand glides up your thigh, and your breathing stutters as you feel his fingers hook into the gusset of your panties and tugs it to the side.

You can feel his breath, the scratch of his facial hair on your sensitive parts… and then his tongue makes a slow glide against you.

You stiffen, shivering imperceptibly, his hands tighten their hold on your hip and leg. You feel his moan more than you hear it.

He finds your clit easily, paying close attention to it, running the tip of his tongue up and down over your bundle for a few moments, before he withdraws, gently placing your leg back on the ground, still holding your hips as you tremble.

His lower lip glistens, and he holds your eyes seductively as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it for a moment.

You were so aroused you were going to combust.

Sarah chooses that moment to return, and you're forced to turn and smile at her as though everything is great, but it's really not because you're fucking wetter than the ocean at this point.

Had Dominic ever got you this aroused? Did he even know where your clit was? You didn't think so, you felt like an animal in heat, almost totally unable to think with all the lust in your head.

You should not be feeling this feverish, you think, as you slide into the next dress inside the changing room.

The skirt is the first thing you admire, fanning out from your hips and swaying when you move, you find yourself smiling at the gentle swish. The corset bodice would hold you in properly when it was pulled, and the sleeves were puffy off shoulder pieces made of sheer tulle or a fabric of the sort.

You felt… like a princess, but without the constraint of having to make tiny steps. It was comfortable too, breathable, and the skirts- you giggle as you twirl, watching the fabric swish.

You glance at your reflection and wonder if it was an appealing dress. Would Billy like it too?

It wasn’t so bad, you finally decide, stepping out to let Sarah tug the laces of your corset, fitting you into the dress properly.

“This one is beautiful.” She comments, and you smile in thanks, knowing she’s said that about all the other dresses so far. 

You thank her, accepting her help to make some final touches and drape the veil over your head, pinning it in quickly before smoothing out the ruffles.

You don't know how you look with everything adjusted, and you step out from behind the curtain, unable to look in Billy’s direction as you move toward the pedestal.

You don’t know why you do it, studying your shoes, possibly afraid of the expression that you’ll see on his face, that he won’t be into it all that much, but he’ll tell you it’s pretty just to keep you quiet. 

Oh wait, that was probably just something Dominic would do.

You didn’t know Billy well, so why was his opinion all that important to you?

“Sarah,” You hear Billy’s voice call softly, “Can you bring us some shoe options? Something with a small heel?”

You glance at her curiously as she leaves the room.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” 

You swallow, your eyes roaming to Billy instead.

His eyes are smoldering, the heat of his gaze warming your skin as he stands, his movements slow and steady as he approaches.

His face is a stone mask, and after a few moments the trepidation grows to be too much.

“Do you hate it?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as he grows nearer to the pedestal.

“No.” He answers ominously.

He’s quiet as he reaches you, lifting his hands to grip your hips, pulling you closer, his head in line with your clavicle from your position on the pedestal.

He looks dazed, and you whisper his name in concern, watching him blink, before looking up at you. 

“You’re stunning. I- I’ve never seen another person look so beautiful before.”

Your stomach does a backflip.

“That can’t be true.”

“It is, you’re- fuck- you’re like the fucking night sky or something.”

“Full of air?” You joke.

He swallows, shaking his head.

“It’s like when you’re in the desert, and there’s nothing around to look at, so you look up at the sky, and it shimmers and blinks and it’s so far away that you know you’ll never be able to reach it, but you’re here in front of me. The heavens are in my hands, right now.” He thinks aloud, fingers tightening on your hips and you feel your throat constrict at the way he speaks about you.

“Y-you- “ Your throat closes shut, refusing to speak and ruin the moment. 

He looks up into your eyes, determination chiseled onto his features.

“Will you play out this fantasy for me? The entire thing? I just- I know it’s unconventional-”

“-Yes.” You say cutting him off, eager to be what he needs.

Raising your hands, you cup his face gently.

“Let’s play pretend tonight, husband.”

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