#“using the head of my erect penis to keep the wheel in place” or something

[howarddevotoeater]

Sometimes it's like. aargh...

[just-here-for-the-moment]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 LOVE💚💚💚 You deserve it and more because you are TALENTED and SO SWEET and everything you do is just 👨‍🍳🤌

I took the chance to spin your wheel… and first spin I got was Mando with a lactation kink… I KNOW this man loves kids and wants a big family so I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! All the love!

Woooo!!! This broke me. I was really going for XTRA FILTHY SMUT but that did not happen. This one surprised me when I wrote it by sneaking up all soft and sweet, and then ending that way too. That's okay, though, I like a good soft smut.

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

Word Count: 2030+

Rating: Explicit/mature, 18+ only

Outline: Din Djarin x “You”/Din’s wife (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: starts soft, ends soft; Din has a filthy mouth; praise kink (use of “good girl”); lactation kink; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; sprinkling of breeding kink

Evenings and nights were always your favorite with your husband. It was the best time of the day, everyone settled down and quiet, the ship docked for the night wherever you were visiting or set to autopilot to the next destination. You knew your husband’s moods, the slight slump of his shoulders telling you that he was getting drowsy, ready to head below decks and rest, curled up in your arms.

You nursed your son, putting him down before heading up to the cockpit to knit for a bit and watch the stars race by. After an hour of that, you saw the telltale signs and knew that Din was done for the day, even if he didn’t know it himself. He pushed himself too hard, always believing that there was more of him to go around than there was.

Now that the baby was here, growing healthy and strong, Din had resumed his habit of staying up too late, tweaking just one more thing in the cockpit or looking over the available jobs just one more time. He had spent too many nights slumped sleeping in that pilot’s chair, and you had finally started being gently pushy, in the hopes of getting the man to just stop and rest.

You waited until you saw the helmet keel an inch too far to the right, knowing how heavy it felt on his head, his old habit of wearing full armor at all times in the cockpit in case things went sideways and he had to spring into action. You didn’t push him to relax or remove it, you knew how much he needed that feeling of being in control. But you could be sweet and soft, remind him how much you needed him at the end of the day, how good it would feel to finally remove the Beskar and curl up against you, skin to skin for the night.

“Din,” you made your voice soft. “It’s bedtime.”

His helmet tilted back to center and you heard him clear his throat. “Just one more thing, mesh’la.”

You smiled to yourself and finished off your row of stitches, giving him a few more minutes, tweaking knobs and fiddling with buttons. You got up and stretched, then came around to his side, placing one hand on the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s go. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.”

Din lifted one hand to grip your waist affectionately. You could visualize the fight happening on his face, the urge to take care of just one more item battling against the pull of your soft curves in the dark. You leaned in, letting his helmet come to rest against your side.

“Let me take you to bed, you big, strong man.” Your voice was soft, your nails softer as you slipped them just under the cowl and dragged them across the back of his neck.

Din sighed and then set the ship to autopilot before he removed his helmet. His eyes were rimmed with hints of red, the circles underneath deeper than they had been yesterday. Your heart squeezed, and you immediately took the helmet to set it gently on the floor. You kneeled in front of his chair and didn’t say a word as you started to help him remove his gloves, then all of the parts of his armor that you could reach. For his part, Din let you worry your fingers over him. Then he stood up and took off his back plates and cape, piling everything neatly on the ground.

“Sit.” You left no room for argument, and Din complied. You muttered gently to yourself as you reached down to help him remove his boots, “Kriffing crazy man, pushing yourself so hard…”

Din let you undress him, let you massage your fingers up his calves and across his quads, and that told you more than anything how tired he really was. Normally he would at least protest, say that he didn’t need the help, but this quiet acquiescence was worrisome. Still, though, you knew how to relax him, get him to stop. You weren’t above using your feminine wiles to bend him to your will, all in the service of getting him to rest.

When he was finally down to his flight suit, you opened the front of it and peeled it down and off his shoulders, and then straddled his lap in the pilot’s chair. You started by skating your nails over his shoulders. Din closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. He nearly moaned, a soft “Ohhh…” floating out into the quiet of the cockpit.

You gently pushed his forehead so that he could lean his head back on the headrest, and increased the pressure of your fingers as you rubbed circles into the knots of his biceps and trapezius muscles. Din let his hands rest on your thighs as you worked him over, and by the end of it, he was putty in your hands. You finished by laying a soft kiss to his velvet lips, and you were surprised when he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

“Sweet man, I thought you were tired?” You smiled as he brought his eyes to rest on your face.

“No, mesh’la. I think I just got a second wind.” Din raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled as you felt him twitch hard underneath your crotch.

“No, you need to rest, my husband. You’re awfully tired.”

Din groaned as he buried his face against your sternum, grinding up against your through your clothing. You threaded your fingers through his curls and scraped your nails from his ears down to his neck, pulling a moan from deep in his throat.

“But I need to have you, just like this.” Din brought his hands up to untie the laces of your wrap dress, sliding his thick fingers under the fabric as it fell open. “Please? Can I taste your milk? You know I love to taste you, mesh’la.” He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts. You felt a thrill run through your body, finding it harder and harder to be stern with him.

“No, Din, you really need-” You gasped as he cupped your breast with one big hand and brought his mouth to the nipple. “You need…” But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember the next part of your orders. You let your dress slide down your arms and off your shoulders, pooling on the floor of the cockpit. Your panties were damp, and Din’s strong arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place.

“I know what I need, my sweet wife. I need you.” Din dove back to your breast with his hungry mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue as his erection grew and pressed harder against your clothed cunt. You felt your milk prickling behind your areolas, knowing that if Din applied any suction, you would start leaking from both breasts, and then you would entirely lose control of this mission to get him to bed.

“No, Din, bed-” but he cut you off with a growl, something primal and low that rumbled from deep in his chest and took your breath away as he gripped you closer, teeth scraping against your budded nipple.

Din began to suckle, and you threw your head back with a gasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders as the muscles flexed under your touch. He was quiet but greedy, sucking at one side before moving to the other. The feel of your milk letting down made you moan, and giving in was just too easy, too sweet to resist. You let your husband take what he wanted, what he needed from you. There would be plenty for the baby still.

“You taste like the stars, sweet girl.” Din’s voice was a hoarse whisper in between his lapping, and his praises made you wetter. “You taste like honey and sunshine like this.”

“Diiinn…” Your head was fuzzy, wiped clean of everything except desire. “Din, please…”

You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but Din took charge, lifting you half out of his lap so that he could free his cock, before hooking one thick finger and pulling your panties to the side. He swept the head of his penis back and forth against your slick folds and then thrust up inside, settling you back on his lap with his arm wrapped tight around your lower back.

“My wife, my girl,” he growled into your mouth as he worked you against him. You braced your feet as best you could, but Din was determined to do things his way. You let him pull and release you with that iron grip, canting your hips back and forth as he rocked you on his length. He ducked his head back down and lapped at you again and again.

All you could manage was a breathy, “Ohhh,” as he kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace. You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere you could find a purchase to steady yourself.

“My wife has the sweetest tits in the whole galaxy. Such a good girl, letting me fuck her like this.” Din’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “Want me to fuck another warrior into you, mesh’la? Another baby?”

“Yes, oh!” You felt your climax start to unfurl, every nerve tingling as his cock rubbed against your clit from this angle.

Din suckled you again and again, pausing only to growl praises and promises up into your mouth.

“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up again? I’ll keep you pregnant all the time, full of milk for me and our babies.” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as he fucked up inside of you harder. “Keep your tits full? Keep you dripping sweet milk, all for me?”

You nodded and kissed him. “Yes, please- yes, yes. Fill me up, Din. I want you to.”

“Come for me first, sweet girl.” Din cupped his free hand under your knee and lifted your leg high and open. “Touch yourself. I want my wife to come around my cock.”

Your hand flew down inside your panties to touch your clit, rubbing and pressing it in circles, trying desperately to follow his wishes. Finally you felt the finish coming. You gasped out to him as you came and Din kept his eyes pinned on your face as you cried out. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock as he began to spurt his own release deep inside. Din let go of your leg, and both arms wrapped your waist in a vise grip as he ground himself into you and climaxed.

When you were both spent, Din brought both hands to cup your breasts, licking the last of your milk from the swollen nipples.

Din’s “Hmmmm…” reverberated through his lips, the deepest and most satisfied sound you could imagine. You felt him hot inside of you, and you were reluctant to lift yourself off his lap. He softened inside of you bit by bit as he licked your nipples, squeezing both breasts until he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop.

You draped your arms around the back of Din’s neck and let his cheek rest against your breast, curling your fingers gently in the back of his hair and feeling him finally soften fully.

“Will you sleep well, my husband?” You gently teased him, a soft smile on your lips as you looked down at him and stroked his face.

Din looked up at you from under his lashes, and your heart ached at how peaceful his big brown eyes were, how comforted he looked there in your arms. You wanted him to look like that forever. You wished you could somehow wipe all worry and strain from his life. But maybe this was the best you could do for your husband, just comfort him and give him solace when he needed it most.

Din closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and you let him rest there a while longer.

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[mirror-juliet]

C.E.O. Yunho X Reader smut

Warnings: Driving!Yunho Angry!Yunho, car sex, rough sex, Hard dom!Yunho, sub reader, Praise slightly, slight god complex? Basically Yunho thinks hes better than his boss. Nickname Yuyu is used. Size kink because it's yunho

Taglist~  @seonghwaskitten

Bartending isn't as easy as it seems, more so it's just exhausting some days. But not as exhausting as an app designer with ignorant people working alongside you. Yunho's tightened jaw shows it almost as well as his white knuckles that grasp the steering wheel.

"Did you have a bad day at work?" I didn't need to ask the question it's evident in his body language but I thought I would confirm with the man in question.

Yunho scoffs as if I had asked the most obvious question in existence, which I probably did but his response makes me feel even more embarrassed than I already am by his energy.

"What isn't fucking wrong, Y/n?" He says while running his tongue along his inner cheek And I flinch at his words. "I mean, it's not like some stupid immature intern fucked up a program in the new update. No it isn't like that at all, No I wish it was like that. Because Not only did he fuck up the programming, I have to fix it tomorrow all because it's the CEO's kid. I mean why let an eighteen year old work on a project like this in the first place? That's so fucking unprofessional." He huffs from not taking a breath through his little rant and he starts to speed sub-consciously. I try to calm him down by placing my hand on his upper arm and rubbing ever so slightly.

"C'mon, it cant be that bad. You'll go and get it done tomorrow and come home and be my big gentle giant again. I miss my Yuyu" He lets out a heavy sigh, releasing some of the tension in his jaw and I see a bit of my lovable Yuyu come back out.

The drive is spent in silence for the majority of it until the car hit's a pothole and I'm thrown around from the wheel on my side hitting it. Thankfully I grab onto Yunho's thigh so I don't go face first into the dash.

"Oh my god did I hurt you?!" He made a grunt when I grabbed him so I'm afraid I grabbed to hard. But he shakes his head no so I let out a breath of relief and keep my hand where it is, rubbing to help calm him down.

Then he begins to speed but he keeps looking at the speedometer so I think he knows what he's doing. We head off on a familiar side road we take everyday and in five minutes we're parked in the driveway of our home. When I open the door to head inside, Yunho grabs my wrist and i think something's wrong. But when I look at him, he has a familiar look in his eyes

"Get in the backseat." Is all he says and I'm scrambling to get out. In the back he already has the seat reclined down into a bed of sorts and he's climbing through the opposite door towards me. Yunho grabs my wrist and before I know it I'm underneath him in the back.

"You're such a cute bartender." Yunho growls into my neck as he grinds his pelvis into me, leaving small nip marks on my neck. I moan as he starts to suck and bite on my neck. His hands move to my breasts where he gropes them and I whine even more. I try to wrap my arms around his neck but he quickly pins my arms above my head with one of his large hands, engulfing both of my wrists.

"Nu ah. Good girls lay down and takes it. They don't get to touch sir remember?" I nod, being at a loss for words from his roughness, it turning me on even more. With his free hand, Yunho begins to lift up my shirt, feeling my stomach and the curve of my breasts, covered by my bra. He continues to lift my shirt until he slips it over my arms and off completely. He dips his head down to my cleavage and begins to lick at the curve of them. He moves back o ne of the cup's to expose my nipple.

"Too much work to take them off." Yunho mumbles, then he licks a thick stripe across one of them. Moaning as if he just tasted heaven.

His head moves back down to my stomach, he lets spit dribble down off his tongue and onto me. Then he makes out with my stomach, smearing the spit around.

"All mine. My little bitch to play with. Mine until you're so tired that you just cant take it anymore. Even then I'll still use you to get off. Because you belong to sir." Yunho growls, shanking off my pants with one hand, and moving my panties to the side.

I mewl when he shoves two fingers inside me, curling them upwards, making my back arch off the seat.

"Look how wet my toy is." Yunho states as he pulls down his pants just enough to pull out his erection

"It will just be so easy...." He says and hits my now exposed clit with his penis. "To slip right..In" We both moan as he sheathes himself all teh way inside. Then he begins a hard rhythm that is hard for my hips to keep up with, they begin to ache a little even, but the feeling of him inside is all too good to complain about anything else.

"I shouldn't have to stay at work tomorrow because of some intern!" He grunts out between thrusts.

"I should be the Goddamn boss so things would get done right the first time!" The car begins to shake and i begin to worry about the neighbors seeing us, but I'm quickly brought back by his ranting. "Mistakes like this wouldn't happen!"

"You would be such a good Boss Sir." That seems to boost his ego more along with his penis because he twitches inside.

"Get ready baby girl, I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you go dumb." Yunho pushes down hard on my abdomen, i feel so full like i might burst if he keeps doing that.

"Yuyu, i's close." I pant out, beginning to squirm in place, trying to get my arms free so i can toy with my clit. But Yunho keeps me in place, beginning to become sporadic in his own thrusts, nearly meeting his end too. I thrash and scream in pleasure as i cum, grinding my hips against his as he keeps going, even after i begin to tremble in oversensitivity

"I'm almost there baby. Just hol-ld on-" Yunho stutters as he blows his load into my cunt, finally stopping his thrusts, calming down while running his hand through his hair. He reaches down with the same hand and pets over my hair, moving some of it out of my face.

"You did so good for me baby. I'm sorry i was a little rough with you tonight." His voice is like a calm melody, luring me into a relaxation i crave after sex, nearly putting me to sleep. I hold his hand and nuzzle my cheek into it.

"It's okay Yuyu, I liked it. I'm just glad you're feeling better about today. I'm just a bit tired is all." I leave a kiss to his hand that he pulls away shortly after, making me whine.

"Hang on darling, i have to run inside for a moment." Yunho tucks himself back into his pants and scurries inside for a minute or two, it's hard for me to keep track with the way i lull in and out of sleep.

What startles me awake is something soft being wrapped around me. I realize it's Yunho wrapping a blanket around me when he picks me up. Shushing me when i try and refuse his help. Yunho carries me inside and sits me on the bed, quickly cleaning me up before putting me in pajama's and tucking us both in for the night.

[pinktintedmonocle]

The Taste of Christmas - A Cobra Kai Fanfic - NSFW

In which Daniel and Johnny’s plans for Christmas Eve sexy times are derailed due to Daniel’s questionable choice of condoms.

Cracky smutty lawrusso fluff.  Merry Christmas everyone!

Daniel was already at the front of the line, unloading his groceries onto the conveyer belt, when the message from Johnny flashed up on his phone.

Need condoms.

Daniel swore under his breath.  

“I’m so sorry”, he said to the disgruntled cashier, holding up his hands in what he hoped was a placating gesture and flashing his most winning car salesman smile.  “I’ll be back in moment, I just gotta grab something else quick.”

He ran to the sexual wellbeing aisle, picked up the nearest box of condoms and sprinted back to the checkout.  The cashier was waiting for him, lips pursed and arms folded, while a few of the other customers started to tut and shake their heads at him.

“Hey, hurry up buddy!”, yelled one guy a few places down from Daniel in the queue.  “It’s Christmas Eve, some of us have got places to be!”

“Look, I’m sorry OK?”, Daniel replied, handing the condoms to the cashier.

The guy snorted in derision. “Yeah?  How about we take this outside, old man?  Then we’ll see who’s sorry.”

Daniel looked him up and down.  Mid-twenties, about 170 pounds, poor muscle definition.  A single crane kick to the face would probably be enough to take him out.

“Yeah”, said Daniel as he paid and packed up his groceries.  “I’m sure we would.”

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Daniel’s phone rang as he pulled out of the store parking lot.  He pressed the button on the steering wheel to put it through to the car speakers.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself”, replied Amanda.  “Please tell me you’ve got the cranberries, I can’t have a repeat of last year with your mother.”

“Yeah, I got them.”

Amanda let out a sigh of relief.  “Thank God. Although I still don’t understand why you have to go out on Christmas Eve to buy fresh cranberries just so your mom can make her own sauce when she gets here.  The sauce that the caterers are bringing is just as good if not better than the lumpy stuff she makes.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “It’s tradition, you know that. And anyway, it keeps her busy.”

“Well, that’s true. But don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“How did you know I was rolling my eyes?”

“I could hear it in your voice.”

“You know that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Whatever”, said Amanda, and Daniel suspected she was rolling her eyes at him.  “When will you be back?”

“An hour or two; I’ve just got to stop off at Johnny’s.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Amanda, and Daniel could hear the smirk in her voice.  “Fitting in a little karate before Christmas?”

Daniel felt a blush rise up his neck.  “Hey, you can talk.  Didn’t Carmen come over this morning?”

“Yeah, but we just had sex. We didn’t feel the need to fight in a tournament, pine after each other for thirty years and then open rival dojo’s while secretly banging each other like rabbits.”

Daniel pulled a face. “Touché.”

“Hey!”, said Amanda. “I’m only telling the truth, don’t pull a face like that at me!”

“How did you know I was pulling a face?  And since when could you tell what my facial expressions are without actually being able to see my face?”

“Since I’ve been married to you for twenty years.  Anyway, have fun and I’ll see you later.  Oh, and put the cranberries in Johnny’s refrigerator, don’t just leave them in the trunk.  If you get home with them all hot and mushy and your mom starts shouting I will not be held accountable for my actions.”

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Daniel had barely knocked on Johnny’s door when it flew open, revealing a tousled haired, plaid shirt wearing Johnny Lawrence on the other side.  

Daniel grinned.  “Were you waiting for me, Johnny?”, he asked as Johnny backed up so Daniel could enter the apartment.

“In your dreams, LaRusso”, said Johnny as Daniel closed the door.  “Thought you were the mailman; I got Miguel to order me some nunchucks from the Internet for class.  It’s going to be badass.”

“You know giving actual nunchucks to teenagers is a terrible – “, Daniel began, but Johnny cut him off mid-sentence with a kiss.

As the kiss deepened and they began to stumble towards the bedroom, Daniel went to wrap his arms around Johnny’s neck when he realised his hands were still full.  He pulled back reluctantly.

“I just – I just gotta put these in the refrigerator”, he said apologetically, holding out the cranberries.

Johnny wrinkled his nose at the berries and stepped back as if Daniel had been holding something horrifying, like a dead rat or a severed finger.

“You got me fruit, LaRusso?”, he asked, disgust evident in his voice.

Daniel rolled his eyes for the second time that day.  “They’re not for you, Johnny.  They’re for my mom.”

Johnny stared at Daniel incredulously.  “Your mom’s coming here?”

“No, my mom’s not – look, it’s a long story, OK?  Go get ready, I’ll be in in a minute.”

Johnny disappeared into the bedroom, still looking confused, while Daniel walked quickly over to the refrigerator.  By the time he’d made room for the fruit amongst the bottles of Coors Banquet and discounted meat and hotfooted it to the bedroom, Johnny was already undressed and lying on top of the covers with one hand propping up his head.

Daniel batted his eyelashes at Johnny flirtatiously as he started to quickly shed his own clothes.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”, he asked huskily as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Johnny blinked in bewilderment.  “It’s my bedroom LaRusso, and I’m in here ‘cause we’re about to bang.  Wait, did you just forget that?  What, did you trip over one of those tiny trees and hit your head or something?”

“I know where we are, Johnny and no, I didn’t fall over a bonsai”, Daniel said, exasperated, as he pulled off his pants.  “I was just trying to be – you know what, never mind.  Just come here and kiss me.”

Daniel took off his underwear and joined Johnny on the bed, climbing on top of the blonde.  They kissed, passionate and hungry, and Daniel ran his hands through Johnny’s hair.

After a minute Johnny broke the kiss, panting heavily, before moving his lips to Daniel’s ear and nipping the lobe.

“Tell me what you want, LaRusso.”

Daniel’s breath caught in his chest and Johnny moved his lips lower, nuzzling Daniel’s neck as he ran his hands up and down the smaller man’s back.

“I – I want you to blow me”, Daniel moaned.  “And then I want you to fuck me.”

Johnny raised his head and grinned wolfishly at Daniel.  They kissed again and as they did so Johnny rolled them over so he was on top.  He started to kiss his way down Daniel’s body until his reached his cock.

“You get the condoms?” he asked.

“Jacket pocket”, Daniel panted, and Johnny reached over the side of the bed and fished the packet out of the pile of Daniel’s clothing on the floor.  

Johnny fumbled with the box for a few seconds before he got it open, then plucked out a condom and ripped his open with his hands before sliding it down over Daniel’s erection. (Daniel was just thankful that Johnny had stopped trying to tear them open with his teeth; he had ruined a lot of condoms that way since they’d starting seeing each other.  “It’s an alpha move, it gets the chicks wet”, Johnny had explained to Daniel one night.  “It’s a wonder it doesn’t get the chicks pregnant”, Daniel had retorted, looking at a condom studded with teeth marks and tiny holes.  “Well, there is Robby”, Johnny had replied.)

Daniel gasped in pleasure as the wet heat of Johnny’s mouth enveloped his cock, although it only lasted a few seconds before Johnny pulled back, face screwed up.

“What?”, asked Daniel as he bucked his hips, desperate to get that feeling back.  “Why did you stop?”

Johnny licked his lips. “The condom tastes weird.”

“Weird how?”

Johnny frowned. “Like… toothpaste.”

“Toothpaste?”, asked Daniel, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, like peppermint. You get flavoured ones?”

“I don’t think so”, said Daniel, thinking back to the store.  “Although I didn’t actually check the packet…”

Johnny grabbed the box again and looked at the back.

“’Holiday flavours”, he read.  “A selection of latex condoms with the flavours of your favourite Thanksgivings and Christmas treats.’”  He looked down at Daniel still sheathed penis.  “I think this one is ‘Candy cane’.  Jesus LaRusso, really?  What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t know they were flavoured!”, Daniel protested.  “I was already at the checkout when I got your message so I just ran back and picked up the nearest box!  Look, there must be some flavours in there that are OK.”

There wasn’t.

Johnny refused to try ‘Green Bean Casserole’ (“I don’t like green stuff!”  “How have you reached middle age without dying of scurvy?” asked Daniel), ‘Eggnog’ (“I don’t want to get drunk off your dick.”  “I don’t think there’s any actual alcohol in these condoms, Johnny.  And anyway, aren’t you already drunk?”) and ‘Gingerbread’ (“I hate those little men with their tiny eyes, they’re always looking at me.”  Daniel had no response to that).  Eventually, Johnny agreed to try ‘Turkey’, and Daniel had his cock sucked for a blissful ten seconds before Johnny’s stomach rumbled and he pulled back.

“No, can’t do this one either.  It’s just making me hungry.”

Daniel groaned.  “Fine, forget the blowjob.  Just fuck me, OK?”

“What?” Johnny exclaimed, “You think I’m going to put one of those things on my dick, LaRusso?  I don’t want my penis to smell like vegetables or roast meat!”

“The flavour is on the outside, Johnny!”, Daniel explained, but Johnny refused to back down.

“And I’m not going bareback”, said Johnny.  “I don’t know where you’ve been.”

In truth, Daniel hadn’t been with anyone apart from Johnny for over six months.  When he and Amanda had decided to try an open marriage, he had explained the situation to Johnny and suggested they try a casual relationship. This in itself was ridiculous because of all the words that could be used to describe his and Johnny’s relationship over the years, ‘casual’ was not one of them.  But although they kept it informal, there wasn’t anyone else Daniel wanted.  After Amanda had started seeing Carmen, Daniel and Amanda had come to realise that although they still loved each other the physical attraction was gone from their marriage.  They hadn’t talked about separation or divorce yet; they were still happy in their own way, for the moment, but maybe one day they would.  Daniel also secretly suspected that Johnny hadn’t been with anyone else either since they’d started hooking up.  He’d tried to ask Johnny a couple of times if there was anyone else, but just got vague answers about there being ‘hot babes’ that he hooked up with from time to time.  (“So just women?  Daniel had asked once.  “You don’t see other guys?”  “Oh yeah”, Johnny had replied hastily, “There are also loads of hot – er – guy babes.” He had quickly changed the subject after that.)

But even though Daniel did really want to have sex with Johnny in that moment, he wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet; to admit that they could probably go without protection because neither of them had been interested in being with anyone else for a long time.

So instead he just sighed and removed the condom from his softening cock.  Johnny stood up and pulled his underwear on, before Daniel followed suit.  He rubbed his temples as they walked into the living room and Johnny stretched out on the sofa and turned on the TV.

“I think I’m getting a headache.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Quit your bitchin’, LaRusso. Just grab me a Banquet from the refrigerator and I’ll give you a handjob while we watch Iron Eagle.”

Daniel walked across the room to get Johnny’s Coors, and as he did so pulled open a drawer in the kitchen area, searching for Advil.  There weren’t any painkillers in the drawer, but just as he was about to close it something shiny caught his eye.  He moved aside a case of old batteries and saw underneath a handful of metallic squares. He picked one up and flipped it over. It was still in date.

“Johnny”, he said as calmly as possible.  “Did you not know that you have condoms in this drawer?”

Johnny turned to look at Daniel, eyes wide.  “Oh shit, do I?”

Daniel leaned on the kitchen counter, gaze fixed on Johnny.  When he spoke, his voice was almost a growl.

“Get in the goddamn bedroom right now, Johnny Lawrence.”

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Afterwards they lay tangled up in each other, boneless and sated.  Daniel’s head was on Johnny’s chest, and he felt so warm and comfortable that soon his eyelids began to droop.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Johnny poked him in the side.

“Hey, LaRusso, don’t you have to get going and give that weird fruit to your mom?”

“Yeah”, Daniel said sleepily, snuggling up closer to Johnny.  “I’ll go in a minute.”

“Are your family coming to yours for Christmas?”, Johnny asked.

“Uh, yeah.  My mom, cousin Louie and Amanda’s parents come to ours every year.”

“Must be nice to have a family who actually want to spend time with you”, Johnny said, a little sadly, and Daniel realised with a pang of guilt that he had no idea what’s Johnny’s Christmas plans were.  He had a sudden vision of Johnny sitting alone in his drab, undecorated apartment, drinking himself into a stupor before passing out on the couch.

“What are you doing, Johnny? Look, if you’re going to be alone I can always see if I can escape for an hour or two and come over.  Or, ah, maybe you could come to mine, you know, just for a bit-”

“Relax LaRusso, I’m fine. Carmen and Miguel invited me over. And even if they hadn’t I couldn’t come to yours and you know it; your family hate me.”

“My family doesn’t hate you!”, Daniel protested.

Johnny raised an eyebrow.

“Well, at least Amanda doesn’t hate you.”

“I’m good LaRusso.  But, ah, thanks for thinking about me.”

I’m always thinking about you, thought Daniel.

They lapsed into silence and Daniel felt sleep tugging at his eyelids again.  Reluctantly he got up, leaving Johnny’s warm embrace, and got dressed.  He fetched the cranberries from the kitchen before returning to the bedroom to give Johnny a lingering kiss goodbye.

“I’ll message you next week, let you know when I can come over again”, said Daniel, cupping Johnny’s face with one hand and rubbing his thumb over his cheek.

“Yeah”, said Johnny.

They smiled at each other for a moment before Johnny cleared his throat and looked away.

“I mean, whatever LaRusso. Not like I don’t have tons of hot babes who I can hook up with if you’re too busy.”

“Oh yeah”, said Daniel, trying not to laugh.  “Hot babes and hot guy babes.  Gotcha.”

They kissed again before Daniel pulled back and walked across the room.  Just before he reached the doorway he turned back.  

“Johnny?”

“Yeah, LaRusso?”

“Merry Christmas.”

  I don’t think all of these exact condoms exist (seriously, what mad person would make green bean casserole flavoured condoms?  Who would buy them?), but I saw an article about Christmas flavoured condoms a while back (think they were the Candy cane ones) and just ran with it.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this!  Merry Christmas all you lovely lawrusso shippers!

[boyswhofellout]

Go Big or Go Home (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Word count: 1598

Warnings: Oral (male receiving), some cursing, road head (orgasmic driving is distracted driving, it can wait!)

Summary: Team member Y/N and Spencer alone in a car, both parties harboring feelings for the other. What else is there do?

A/N: All stats used were found online on various sites, and as far as I know, are accurate!

Tags: @theitcaramelchick

Read Part Two!

The BAU were headed home. Their case had been solved and the unsub locked up, and they even got a save the wannabee latest victim. They were feeling pretty good as they piled in their cars to make the drive back to Quantico.

Spencer sighed contently from the driver’s seat, you next to him in the passenger’s. Hotch, Derek, and Rossi had piled into a separate SUV and JJ had stayed behind to finish up any paperwork and press coverage the lead police team needed.

Spencer reached forward and turned the radio down slightly, which got your attention, “You think Emily will be back soon?” Spencer asked as he drove, his eyes never leaving the road.

You shrugged, “Hope so, we could’ve used her for this case. But she deserves time off,” you said, “We all do.”

Spencer nodded, and you could see his eyebrows rise in agreement, “A vacation sounds nice.”

“We have plenty of vacation days, that’s for sure.”

“Did you know that, on average, 52 percent of American employees don’t use their vacation days? There’s approximately a total of 705 million unused days.”

You laughed, “I know the answer, but I still have to ask for my own sake; how do you just know that?”

“I could give you statistics on eidetic memory if you like,” Spencer responded. He chanced a look over at you with a smile and then looked back at the road.

“I’m sure you could give me stats on anything I asked about,”

Spencer nodded, “Probably.”

You pursed your lips in thought, “Let’s give it a shot. What is…” you paused to think, “The most commonly used letter in the alphabet?”

“E,” he said, “Come on, give me a hard one,” he said with a laugh.

You chuckled, “Okay… What is the most common birth month?”

“August.”

“Are there any foods that never spoil?”

“Yes, honey. But it’s the only natural food that doesn’t.”

You looked at him, “Seriously?”

He looked back over at you briefly, “Seriously.”

You thought for another moment, “Tell me one of your favorite random facts.”

Spencer thought for a moment, “Oh! The word Stewardess is the longest word typed with only the left hand.”

You paused, “Wait, really? Stewardess is only typed with the left hand?”

“Well, depending on which hand you use to hit the T key, but most people use their left hand to do so. Come on, ask me something else.”

You thought for a moment, “Is it true that you burn calories kissing?”

“I- what?” Spencer asked. In the faint light of the SUV, you could see Spencer’s ears turn a little pink.

“I heard that people can burn calories by kissing, is it true?”

Spencer took was seemed to be a big gulp, “Yeah, yeah that’s true. A, uh, a one-minute kiss can, uh, can burn up to 26 calories.”

“Hm,” you shrugged, “Who needs to work out when you can just make out?” you laughed.

Spencer gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah, good question.” You glanced over at Spencer and, without even realizing it, bit your lip a little. You made Spencer flustered with hardly any effort. You weren’t surprised, it was no secret that the good doctor had the hots for you. It was the great big elephant no one ever attempted to address or felt they had to. What was less commonly known, however, were the feelings you harbored for Spencer. You two had a few more hours of road ahead of them, so, as they say, no time like the present.

“Ready for more questions?” you asked casually.

Spencer cleared his throat, “Fire away.”

You smirked a bit, mostly to yourself, as ideas of what to ask him filled your head. You decided to start subtly, “What’s the average age of people who lose their virginity?”

Spencer pulled at his collar, his lips parting as if he was going to speak, but couldn’t find the words, “Uh, the average a- uh, 17, that’s it,” he stammered.

“Interesting…” you trailed off. You could hear Spencer softly ask, ‘Is it?’ but you left it unacknowledged.

“And tell me, Spence, what are the statistics for road head?” you asked.

He looked over at you like a deer in headlights, the R sound falling clumsily from his lips as he began to stutter out what you had said, “R-roh? Road head?” he asked and cleared his throat, “I uh,”

“What, don’t have a stat for that?” you asked. His mouth hung slightly open as he switched between staring at you and looking at the road, “What about statistics for cute geniuses with crushes on their team members?”

“Y/N…” he breathed out.

“Or how about stats for team members who have crushes on cute geniuses?”

Spencer attempted to stammer out a reply but only came up with, “Come again?”

You giggled again, “Relax, boy wonder. Just focus on getting us home, and on not killing us,” you said as you undid your seatbelt.

“Y- you should put that back on,” Spencer stammered as you moved across the middle and towards Spencer, “47 percent of passengers killed in car crashes weren’t wearing seat belts.”

“If you want me to stop, just say the word,” you told him.

“Please don’t,” he croaked out. You smiled and got into a comfortable enough position and slowly unzipped Spencer’s pants zipper. You could hear him suck in a breath as you worked his ever-growing erection out of his briefs and through the zipper hole.

“Damn, Spence. I assumed you were packing some heat but to actually learn I was right…” you trailed off. His member was longer than it was thick, even if both of your hands were wrapped around him, there would still be a bit left untouched.

“The – ah – the average length is – ah -“ Spencer started to stutter out, but soon lost his train of thought as you began to slide your hand up the length of his shaft.

“What was that?” you teased, “What, cat got your tongue?”

Spencer strained ever so slightly, “Something like that.”

You chuckled and then set to work. You leaned in, carefully maneuvering under Spencer’s arms that held firmly onto the steering wheel, careful not to jar him and send you both flying off the road. You pursed your lips and placed them gently against the head of his cock; Spencer let out a gasp. You moved your head slowly down, taking him inch by inch as you went. It didn’t take long for the tip to hit the back of your throat, and you sucked in a breath through your nose to avoid gagging.

With the swirl of your tongue, you set a steady rhythm and bobbed your head up and down Spencer’s erect penis. You could fell yourself clench around nothing, the soft moans and huffs coming from Spencer’s lips driving you wild. You must have done something particularly good because Spencer hissed and said, “Gah- right there,” and let out a breathy, beautiful moan.

You attempted to recreate whatever you thought had made him feel so good, but it didn’t matter because you could tell he was close already. In between the pornographic sounds you were making on his dick, and the beautiful sounds coming out of Spencer’s mouth, you could hear the SUV gaining speed. You slid his member out of your mouth and looked at him, “Slow down, Spence, you’ll kill us both,” you teased.

“Think you’ll kill me first,” he said, his breathing a little heavy and his chest heaving, “I’ll keep us steady,” he assured you, “Please don’t stop.” You grinned, you had him practically whining for you to continue, so you did as you were asked. You leaned back in and took him back into your mouth quicker than the first time and contracted your throat a bit to swallow around him. This elicited the most beautiful moan yet, and you used it as motivation. You were determined to bring out the most pornographic moans Spencer had to offer, and you knew you were well on your way.

With a few more flicks of your tongue over the underside of his cock, a little applied suction here, and little gagging there, and Spencer was a cumming mess.

“Y/N, oh fuck, oh Jesus,” Spencer cried as his cum shot down your throat. He repeated your name over and over again in a whisper as you milked every last drop out of him and then let a final cry out as you pulled yourself off his dick. With a small smile, you tucked him back into his pants and sat back up in your seat. “I need-“ he said, “I need a moment.” He pulled off the lonely road and put the SUV in park. He took his hands from the steering wheel and rested his head against the headrest, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing.

Finally, he looked over at you, “You,” he said, but words seem to fail him, “Wow.”

“Compliment accepted,” you laugh. You watched him more as his breath returned to him, “Guess there were other, less dramatic ways to tell you that I like you, but go big or go home, right?”

Spencer chuckled and nodded, head still rested against the seat, “Right.” He picked his head up and turned to you, “So,” he said, “Guess that means it’s okay if I do this,” he said before he grabbed up a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him into a crushing kiss.

When you broke apart, you breathed out a laugh, “Definitely okay.”

[halfway-happyyy]

Fever Pitch

Anonymous request: Bill and his co-star are doing a “simulated” sex scene, they get aroused, are covered by blankets and decide to do it for real. *So this is pretty long! But if you read until the end, you will not be disappointed! Hope you all enjoy!*

Warnings: s m u t, nsfw, swearing, etc. 

You cup a hand over your right ear in an attempt to hear the person on the other line better, but it’s of no real use. You’re going to have to leave this party to speak to him. “Hold on a second Bill, I can’t hear you.” You inform the man on the other end and snake your way through the mass of gyrating bodies to the outside patio. When you can confirm that you’re actually alone, you continue talking.

 “I need a ride back to my trailer.” You bring the end of a menthol cigarette to your mouth, inhaling deeply.

 The silence is punctuated by an all too audible sigh out of Bill. “It’s fucking 2:47 in the morning on the morning of our final scene together and you need a ride back to your trailer? Where are you?”

 You drop the butt of the cigarette to the concrete floor beneath you and stamp the heel of your buckled boot over it. “Got invited to a crew party about a half an hour outside of the city.” You wait patiently for the expletive that inevitably falls from his mouth.

 “Fuck Y/N,” Bill hisses. “I’ll see you in forty five minutes.”

 “You’re angry with me,” You observe, picking at something miniscule on your sweater.

 Bill sighs sharply, shaking his head. “Not angry. I’m pretty exhausted; and picking you up at three thirty in the morning isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”

 You glare at the dashboard in front of you, wanting more than anything for the car ride to be over. “Next time I will refrain from asking you to pick me up. Everyone else here was too far gone, otherwise I wouldn’t even have considered it.”

 “I shouldn’t have even been surprised.” Bill murmurs bitterly under his breath.

 “So how did filming go today?” You ask, in a desperate attempt to change the subject.

 You’re at a stoplight and watch closely as Bill closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I fucking hate it when you do that.”

 You tilt your head to the side because you honestly don’t know what he’s on about. “Do what?”

 “Change the subject when a conversations gets too uncomfortable for you!” Now he’s angry.

 You roll your eyes and reply with, “Oh that! I apologize Bill. You were right. I only call you when I need a ride from you… or just need something in general. I honestly didn’t think it was a big deal, but clearly it was much more of a burden on you than I thought.”

 “You drive me fucking crazy sometimes.” Bill sighs, his gaze trained solely on the stretch of road in front of him. You’re about to say something along those lines as well, but you stop yourself to stare directly at him. There is something incredibly sexy about the way men drive; the way they throw their focus completely into the job. In this instance, Bill’s left hand holds the steering wheel loosely in the 6 o’clock position, and his right hand rests gently around the gearshift. His brunette hair is messy and unkempt; a dark grey long sleeved button-up and dark denim jeans over a pair of black converse. It’s probably the alcohol and you shouldn’t be feeling this way about your co-star but you don’t think Bill’s ever looked more attractive than right now.

 “You look so fucking good right now, Bill.” You whisper. 

Bill breaks his concentration from the road to gape at you, his green eyes wide. “The fuck, Y/n?”

 “So fucking good,” You smirk and notice as his gaze travels south when you reach across the center console of the car to fiddle with the buckle of his belt.

 “Y/n, so help me god, don’t you fucking dare.” He warns, as his gaze darts back to the road again.

You grin in spite of yourself because this is exactly where you want him. “Don’t I dare do what, Bill? You look so fucking hot right now, I honestly don’t think I can help myself.” You unbuckle the belt from the loops and slowly pull down the zipper. You haven’t felt this properly turned on in months and the urge to touch Bill’s cock is almost overpowering. Your brain glosses over how many times you’ve thought of yourself with him; how many nights you’ve spent screaming his name into the palm of your hand just to keep quiet. “I’ve thought about this too many times,” Your voice is low and slightly raspy as your fingers dance at the waistband of his boxers. Bill glides to a halt at another red light and peers at you from his side of the car, his mouth slightly ajar.

Suddenly everything feels warm; the temperature of your skin has risen almost unbearably. The urge to rip your clothes from your body is real. With a quick inhale of breath, you’re taking Bill’s already throbbing cock in your hand, stroking it slowly. You watch as he swears loudly, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of the car. After a reasonable amount of teasing, you lower your mouth onto the head of his cock, taking his balls into your free hand. “Jesus fuck!” Bill groans, and you fight the urge to giggle against his cock. “You’re going to get us killed, Y/n.” You shake your head, swirling your tongue around the tip and then proceeding to deep throat his cock again. This particular action succeeds in keeping quiet, and all he can do now is occasionally buck his hips against your mouth.

 “You taste so fucking good,” You grin up at Bill from under long lashes and take him back into the palm of your hand again, stroking up and down in long, hard motions. Bill’s having an extremely hard time trying to pay attention to the road, and you can tell by the passing signs that you’re almost back to the movie set.

 “You want me to come for you?” Bill asks, thrusting his cock into the tight palm of your hand. You nod eagerly. “Then get that beautiful mouth back on there, babe.” And you do exactly as you’re told.  You’ve got a hand around the base of his penis, and you’re deep throating the rest. It takes seconds before he’s practically screaming into the air around you; his come shooting down your throat in long, thick spurts. “Fucking Christ,” Bill gasps once he’s regained the ability to speak again. “Had I known how fantastic you were at blowjobs three months ago, this would have happened sooner…”

                                                                     *

“So remember - you two are under a blanket, he’s whispering god knows what in your ear, and we want… we want raw, real emotion. This sex scene is a huge part of the dynamic of the two characters and we want it to be as authentic as possible.” You and Bill are lying side by side in bed, the director stands at the foot of the bed, explaining in great detail how he wants this next scene to pan out. “Alright, try not to think about all of us,” He gestures around to the few camera crew and stylists still left on set for the night. “And uh, just do your own thing! And… action!” 

In one swift motion, Bill is on top of you, his lips pressed gently to the shell of your ear. “You and I are going to do this for real, baby.” He whispers. “Nod your head slightly if that’s what you want.” You drop your head against the down pillow behind you, arching your back into his already growing erection. “I’m just going to take that as a yes.” He smirks against the warm skin of your neck. His fingers dance their way down the expanse of your exposed ribs, past your belly, to the waistband of the silk nudies the production company has you wearing. “You ready?” He asks quietly. Before you can even respond, he’s got his underwear down and he’s buried himself to the hilt inside of you. It takes everything in your power not to scream out right then and there, and you have to remind yourself that if you’re caught, you both could be thrown off the movie. You’re sure the director is saying something to the pair of you, but with the feeling of Bill’s cock tight inside of you, you’re powerless to do anything other than moan quietly. 

“I knew you’d feel fucking amazing but this is just…” Bill trails off as he begins to buck a little harder against you. He pulls out a few seconds after that, to kiss down the length of your belly, your lower abdomen and the top of your pussy. He’s fully under the protection of the covers now, and you gasp as he blows a cool stream of air, over your heated flesh. You grind against him involuntarily; anything to just feel a little friction. He begins to lap at you, pressing smooth, round circles into your clit with this tip of his tongue. He only has to repeat this motion a few times before you’re falling apart for him, coming hard into his mouth. He places a kiss to your still sensitive core, kissing up your thighs and finally filling you up again. He’s got one hand behind your head and the other hand behind your back, holding you closer to his body. He’s rocking his hips in deliberately slow, hard circles against you. He’s got his head buried in your neck and you can tell by the sounds he’s making that he’s extremely close to coming. “This pussy feels too good, baby,” He groans against you quietly. “You’re going to make me come so hard…”You match your thrusts with his own, and that’s all it takes before he’s moaning hard into your shoulder, letting the waves of the orgasm wash over him and into you. He’s quiet for a moment while he regulates his breathing, you’re pretty sure he just likes the feeling of your hand on his back. 

“That was uh… that was great. No additional takes needed…” The director trails off his sentence, scratching the back of his head with his pen. “We’ll just evacuate the premises to let you guys get dressed.”

Bill glances up at you through thick lashes, he’s positively beaming. “You were an absolute dream to work with and I can’t wait to do it again.” You simply throw your head back, eliciting a contented giggle. 

[mirror-juliet]

Hard Time {Hongjoong X Reader}

know this is late but i procrastinated again. I sowwy

Requested by anon

Warnings) teasing, hard dom, bondage, punishment. vampire gloves, wartenberg wheel, nipple clamps, spanking paddle, degration, orgasm control, edging, slight mention of blood from bondage toy

 Seonghwa had invited everyone over for dinner at his place, not only to hang out, but to also discuss the next comeback on the horizon. You always come to these dinner's with Hongjoong, not only to keep him company and visit with the other members, but Hongjoong likes to show you off.

But tonight you had something up your sleeve. The talk was getting too boring and Hongjoong wasn't giving you the much needed attention you so desired. Who could blame you? Attention is what you thrive on! And Hongjoong was neglecting you to talk with his best friend. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and started playing footsie with Hongjoong's penis from across the table.

You also may or may not have sat right across from him for this exact reason.Hongjoong takes a quick glance at you to give you a sign of warning. One that you ignore and press harder into him while talking to Yunho like nothing is wrong. In fact you and him begin to take selfies together. Though, your attention is brought back to him by force. He slammed his foot into your toes that are exposed by your heels, so hard so that you have to bite your lip to stop from yelping out in pain.

Hongjoong scratches his eyebrow in your direction, another warning sign meaning "Behave" You would, but how could you when you're having so much fun feeling his bulge grow steadily from underneath your foot.

"If you would excuse me, Seonghwa." Hongjoong steps back from the table, Choking slightly on his own spit, but no one notices it besides you. "I need to use the gentlemen's room." As he walks away, you're sure you're the only one who see's it, but your lips quirk upward as you see the thick erection through his pants.

"Is Hongjoong okay Y/n?" Yunho asks, face laced with concern. "He looks a bit flushed, i hope he isn't running a fever." You cant help but coo at how concerned he is for his leader, patting his head for his comfort.

"I'm sure he's just gotten a hot flash, it is quite warm in here after all." Seonghwa hears this and offers to turn the air on, but you gently decline, saying that you'll be fine.

After five minutes of radio silence form Hongjoong, you were starting to get concerned yourself. Usually by this time he would have texted you to get your ass in the bathroom."I'm gonna go see if Hongjoong is okay." You excuse yourself from the table, going to rasp gently on the bathroom door.

Instead of a verbal answer, the door is thrown open and you are yanked swiftly into the bathroom like a scene out of a snuff movie. Right before the main character is killed. You catch yourself having these thoughts, they're so strange to have in this situation.

The look on Hongjoong's face has you concerned, not to mention the mess he has his hair in, pushed back and in every which direction besides straight. "Baby, are you oka-""Look what you did!" He whisper shouts as he pulls his pants down hastily to show a painful erection standing tall and proud, drooling precum down the head"You are such a fucking brat! Fix this. Now." Hongjoong pushes you onto your knee's giving you a moment to pull away if you really wanted to. When you show no sign of resistance, he slips himself into your mouth; grunting in a euphoric and beautiful way.

"Jesus fuck bitch. Fuck, you're gonna make me yell if you keep up your mouth like that." Hongjoong pushes you off of him and rapidly pumps himself like a jackhammer. One  wrong move and he'll break his penis. With a small grunt Hongjoong finishes into the toilet."You don't deserve to eat my cum, you're a bad girl." Hongjoong sighs at the release of pressure on his lower region. He tucks himself back in and pulls you up off the floor.

The both of you go back to the dining room like nothing's happened with a suspicious look form Jongho, but no one else. As you sit down, you press up closer to Yunho. The poor boy flushing bright red as you pull your shirt down to show your clevage. Yunho takes a few moments to look, but then quickly averts his eyes and swallows a few times.

"I hate to be this way." Hongjoong stands up and walks over to you. "But i'm not feeling too well. Is it okay if we go home a little early?" Seonghwa quickly swallows his drink and reaches out to Hongjoong."Yea, no problem. I'll text you the details Feel better man." The both of you say your goodbyes and grab your coats to head out to your cars. On your way out, you notice the smirk Jongho has on his face, raising his glass to you right before you leave.

The car ride home was filled with silence, leaving you to soak your panties with dangerous thoughts floating through your head. He's going to punish you no doubt, a sickening sweet smile plays across your lips. Oh how sweet that sounds to your mind. It wasn't too long of a drive though thanks to Hongjoong's speeding.

It takes him mere seconds after you exit the car to grab ahold of your wrist and drag you up to your house and into your bedroom. Not even bothering to let you take your shoes off."I'm going into the bathroom, now when i come out you had better be undressed and on the bed. Do i make myself clear?" You nod your head, crossing your fingers behind your back; you're already in trouble so why not make it worth your time to be underneath him. So you take off everything except the baby blue lingere set you had on underneath your clothes, hoping it would come to this.

Ten minutes is what it takes Hongjoong to get out of the bathroom, clearly have taken a shower and freshly shaven. By the look in his eyes as he looks at her, he's less than pleased."I thought i told you to get undressed. So why are you in that?" Hongjoong doesn't bother to put a shirt on, letting his sweatpants hang dangerously low to his v-line.

"Not even gonna answer me? God you really are just a spoiled brat huh? Cant even follow simple orders." He stalks up to the bed. "So now you're gonna get treated like a selfish brat."Hongjoong kisses you hard, chasing after your lips and you chasing after his own. He tangles his fingers in your hair and grinds against you. His other hand keeping yours at bay from touching him. He pulls back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His eyes grow soft and he chuckles.

Then he moves his hand in your hair down to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth opens. A glob of his spit trickles down into your mouth and he expects you to swallow it.

"At least you're able to do one thing right, Stupid girl." And there's that smile again, the soft one that really isn't. Then he does something that has you gasping in shock. He ripped your lingere off completely, completely ruining the garment. You'll have to worry about the price later."On the ground, on all fours." Hongjoong commands as he sits in the chair across the room, crossing his legs and thinking about his next move.

This is like a game to him, you're both on a different team, yet the same coin, merely just different sides. And it's his move, you used all of yours up at the dinner party and now he gets to use his that he has delicately been saving up. He needs to calculate the next move and then strike. How childish this is, to think of it at as a game, Hongjoong thinks.

He uses his fingers to beacon you forward, he smiles again as you obey rather quickly on all fours still. He's going to have so much fun watching you squirm for him. He's already taken care of himself twice tonight, once with you and the second time in the shower. So he has no need to use your cunt other than your torture.

Once you get close enough to him, he positions you sideways in front of him with his feet, then using your ass as a foot rest. Scrolling through his phone while he waits for you to get tired in this position."You have twenty minutes, try not to move too much." Your eyes widen, twenty minutes on the hardwood? On hands and knees?

As time passes you grow more inpatient, trying not to move to much but you cant help but sway your weight to one knee at a time. Occasionally Hongjoong will dig his heel into the small of your back to get you to cease movement."Hongjoong. It hurts~" You whine and it's like music to Hongjoong's ears, But you still have ten minutes left and he's not done taking pictures of you yet.

"If it hurts that bad, use the safeword." He barks, feigning annoyance at her whining. With a few more pictures and liking a few posts on Instagram he tells you to get on the bed, pulling out the cuffs to tie your hands to the bed with, snacking your tits a few times.Then he goes to the spare dresser you keep in the room for all your toys for the bedroom. Hongjoong takes his time browsing through the items, picking out the right ones that will reach the itch he has to punish you and make you cry out in lust. Then he see's it, the one toy he's been dying to use on you and blood nearly goes to his lower head.

You watch as he puts the spikey Glove on the edge of the bed, pulling out another pair of cuffs, attaching your ankles to the cuffs on your wrists."This my little brat, Is called a vampire glove." Hongjoong says as he slips it on, the spikes reflecting light into your eyes."So you know what it's used for?" You shake your head no, truly not knowing what the use of it is. Maybe to leave scratches along a sub?"Spanking." the word leaves you scared, not truly, but the kind of scared that is unsure of itself. Hongjoong is notorious for spanking hard, so what would the gloves do to your poor ass? You shiver thinking about it.

He doesn't leave you much time to process the idea of blood being possibly drawn when he pulls his hand back in the air. You clench your eyes shut right before the impact and leave a yelp at the pinprick feeling on your ass, feeling something trickle down.

"Who would have known you're so prone to drawing blood little brat." Hongjoong comes up to you before continuing, kissing your forehead and breaking his dom complex for a moment."I'll be gentler." And his next swing is more gentle, not going deep enough to draw blood but still breaking skin. The blood that does come out only comes in tiny dots littering across your cheeks.

Even with him being gentler, the glove still hurts, enough so to bring tears to your eyes that fall down your cheeks. It most definitely is a punishment and not one made for you to enjoy. Hongjoong gives you a two minute time out before he moves onto the next toy-The wartenburg wheel, also not one of your favorites for what he always does with it.He rolls the spikes over the puncture wounds, allowing you to cry even more at the pain, but not painful enough for you to use your safeword."I wouldn't have to do this if you were a good girl." Hongjoong argues. "But since you were a brat, this is what happens."

"I know, i'm sorry sir, it wont happen again." What a beautiful sight you are in this state, crying, begging, unrationally thinking in hope for a climax or some sort of pleasure to combat the pain. He feels a little softer than he did earlier, so he lets your legs down and allows you a moment to cry and calm down from the pain. Hongjoong strokes your face as he admires you, you're so gorgeous and perfect for him, the missing piece to the twisted puzzle he is in his mind.

"I think that's enough for tonight darling." Hongjoong makes the decision for you as he see's you aren't calming down enough. Sure you seem fine but he knows with another punishment you'll go into a sub drop. So to the bathtub you go in his arms. He cuddles you and washes you in the tub, pressing his hips to your head; making sure you know you did a great job. Also telling you how beautiful you are.After the bath he puts aloe on your bum and dresses you in some panties and one of his shirts, taking you both to bed.