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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ₓ˚. ୭

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 / 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. just thinking about what it would be like if the gray boys wanted you to have their kids. ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: Courtland Gentry, Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader

content includes: darkish content in Lloyd’s part, unprotected sex, p in v penetration, overstimulation, breeding kink, pet names such as baby, pretty girl, good girl, sweetheart, choking but the sexy way, dirty dirty talk, fucked dumb!reader, cervix fucking, squirting, back scratching, reader calling Lloyd daddy, slight dumbification, clit rubbing, soft sex, stomach bulge

warnings: sexual content 18+, cussing + nasty words, darkish content in Lloyd’s section

authors note: I been thinking about this for a few days now… and I don’t even want kids 😜🫰🏻✨

LINKS ੈ♡˳·˖✶ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 | 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔

✧ ˚ LLOYD HANSEN　· 　 .

⋆˙⟡♡ Lloyd could only grin at you, amused with the way you could barely form a sentence, amused at the way you held onto his shoulders like that could really stop him. Your nails dug into his skin and drool pooled down your cheek; Lloyd could only groan hotly at the pleasurable sting of his skin breaking under your fingertips.

His cock, thick and hard, still after cumming twice in you already, was sliding in and out of your throbbing pussy with ease; you were still so wet even after the several orgasms Lloyd had effortlessly forced out of your limp body. You were almost cross-eyed it hurt so damn good.

Lloyd had you shoved into the mattress, sheets ripped off the corners and blanket discarded on the floor. He was panting above you, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist, your hair clinging to the sweat on your forehead as you let him take you however he wanted. You were too weak to fight, too fucked out to argue that your back was sore and your pussy ached.

You moaned at another hard thrust into your wet hole, his balls smacking into your ass as he laughed into your ear, hot and breathy and arrogant. The headboard banged into the cracking wall of his bedroom, worn down from the many sleepless nights and afternoons and mornings Lloyd couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Fuck, Lloyd!” You gasped out as he pulled out and then slammed back into your sopping cunt, eager for his dick and the feel of it stretching her out and bruising her in. Another pulse of painful pleasure rang through you, had you arching your back and thighs tightening around him.

“Aww, was that too hard, baby? My mistake, daddy’s so sorry… but he has to make sure all his cum gets into that little tummy of yours if you want his kids, doesn’t he?” He cooed in your ear sarcastically, his mustache scratching against your cheek as you rested your forehead against his muscle next to your head. You whined at that, eyes closed tightly as you gasped against his skin. He was so big, so much thicker than any cock you’ve ever had.

You could admit he was right, you wanted so badly to have his shithead kids because you were that deluded by his charm. He had fooled you, molded you into the perfect wife who sucked his cock any time he asked and gave him her sweet pussy anytime he wanted. He wasn’t going to ever let you go, he was going to ensure your devotion to him with the one thing that would keep you tied to him forever.

You were tired of it, mouth dry from moaning so much but pussy hungry for more and more and more. You were just his little cumslut, his doll bred to be his perfect girl that would happily take whatever he gave you. And he wanted to give you his cum, all of it, see your belly round with his children and your tits full and flush of milk and fat.

Your pussy squelched and leaked around his cock, his head in your neck as he took a hand off the headboard and traced it down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, until he was rubbing your soft tit under his hand like a bowl of jelly.

You let out a heavy sigh at the feeling of it, your skin hot and tingly and stuck under him. Then he slid his hand back up, palm grazing your sensitive nipple and sending a jolt down your tummy.

He snickered, cocky and self-assured, as he wrapped his hand around your jaw and twisted your face to look at his, fingers digging into your hot cheeks. You whined weakly at the force of it, his cock slowing down inside of you like he was focusing on the feel of your wetness wrapped around him, like he needed you to focus on his words instead of the feeling of him fucking into you.

“Mmm, my pretty baby. This pussy is just begging to be filled with my cum, isn’t it? She wants me to give her all the cum she can take, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Lloyd smiled deceivingly sweet at you, looking into your eyes with sweat gathered on his hairline.

You nodded blindly at that, hips bucking up into him for more, to bury himself deep inside your pussy until you didn’t know where you began and the base of his cock started. Your toes tightened and thighs tingled as he gave you what you wanted, not because he was satisfied with your response but because he loved that look on your face when he’d thrust into you, your furrowed brows and wet parted lips as a soft moan would sound from your breathless lungs.

“Can you imagine our kids, pretty girl? Hmm? One with your pretty little eyes and one with mine. Two little brats running around calling you mommy… god, I can just imagine how big those pretty tits would get. Tell your daddy, is that what you want baby, huh? You gotta tell me…” He grinned into your ear, gripping your jaw to keep your head straight as he picked up his pace, the tip of him slamming into your cervix and sending painful throbs down your thighs that had your hips bucking away from him. Your cries were cracked and uneven from the force of his thrusts, his thighs smacking into you and his grunts and chuckles breathing across the skin on your cheek.

You babbled agreement like a dumb slut, not really listening to a word besides the sound of his balls slapping into you, a fresh batch of wetness gushing out onto the sheets and soaking your thighs with your own juices.

“Yes, yes, please, please, daddy. Please cum inside me, please please please…” You begged as your stomach tightened like someone pulling a rope around a tree, your nails drawing blood from his back that dribbled down his shoulders. Your pussy clenched around him so tight he grind his teeth trying to push back in, feeling his balls tightening at your compliance.

He mouthed at your neck, tasting the salt, being uncharacteristically sweet as his hips stuttered from the pleasure ringing through his dick and thighs.

“Fuck… yes, baby, I’m gonna cum inside that pretty pussy… daddy knows how bad you want it… come on, pretty… that’s it, that’s daddy’s girl…” He coaxed in your ear as you let out a wail and squirted around him, your cum going on the sheets and his thighs as he talked you through it.

He followed soon after, your pussy squeezing around him so tight he could barely push in. He managed, balls deep as he let out a grunt, dropping his head in your neck as he came inside you.

You felt his cum shoot inside you and it had your tired body tensing from the sensation. You breathed heavily as he collapsed on top of you, his hands coming down and gripping your waist to center himself.

He kissed your cheek, mustache tickling your skin as you leaned into him.

“I think…I think it worked…” You murmured breathlessly into the air, eyes closed as you caressed the skin of his back.

He chuckled, just as tired as you, his limp dick still inside of your wet hole as neither one of you wanted him to pull out just yet. You enjoyed feeling full of him, your warmth pulsing around him as your thighs trembled every so often.

“You’re gonna make daddy happy, aren’t you, baby?” He murmured sweetly, a satisfied smile on his face as he felt you nod against him.

He took his hand and rubbed your belly, knowing that you would indeed.

✧ ˚ SIERRA SIX　· 　 .

⋆˙⟡♡ It was a rainy night, thunder and lightning flashing in the dark sky and rain pattering on the windows when Six had mumbled it into your neck, sleepy and groggy like he was just speaking from his mind and not from fact.

“Have my kids…” His voice was so soft, overpowered by the storm, that you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly. So you asked him what he said, eyebrows furrowed and phone thrown to the side as something else had caught your attention.

“I want you to have my kids…” He said it again against your skin, his eyes closed and his arm around your waist like he’d been sleep talking. You knew him though, knew that when spontaneity hit he would use it, but not unless he didn’t meant it. He was genuine and serious, thumb rubbing your stomach like he was already imagining it swelled up. You felt your tummy tighten at the thought, wetness plaguing your lower lips as you imagined what that would be like.

That’s how you ended up here, laying on your stomach with Six’s broad body on top of your back, a hand intertwined with yours as you grasped the dark gray sheets above your head, his other hand digging into the sheet next to you to balance himself.

His cock was big and long, thrusting into you slow and surely, pushing his cum into you and making sure you felt every single inch of him within you. He breathed against your neck, heavy and hot, as you gasped into the sheets, hips perked up so he could fuck into you easier.

“Does that feel good, baby? Me deep inside you like this?” He muttered into your ear, pushing into your wet hole with a soft squelch until his balls were hanging by your clit. You felt so full, so good, a pleasurable pulse ringing through your legs that had you whining into the dark, a flash of lightening illuminating the room.

His hand tightened around yours as you clenched around him, letting out a high pitched uh-huh in agreement.

You felt the ends of his blonde hair tickle your shoulder as he thrusted into you a little quicker, but just as sensual. He was always the type to make sure you got off before him, ensured that you cum before he even thought about his own release.

He took his hand that was wrapped around yours and glided it down your arm, sending tingles down your heated skin and a fluttering in your stomach. He brought it down to your tummy as he thrusted back into your tight pussy, gritting his teeth at the warmth squeezing around his cock.

He pressed down on the space just above your pelvis, feeling the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy where he was gonna cum. You keened at the pressure of him pushing down on your stomach, your juices flooding out of you in an unexpected jolt of pleasure and marking the sheets with a dark patch.

“I’m gonna cum right here, make sure you’re full of my cum so you can have my kids. You want to make me a daddy? You wanna be a mommy, hmm?” He hummed into your ear as he pressed down harder on that spot that had your toes curling and pussy tightening. He loved the idea of you pregnant with his children, your skin glowing and your stomach full. He could picture it in his mind, could only imagine how much beautifuler you’d look pregnant, and it made his balls tighten and dick stick up straight.

He pushed into your sopping cunt, pulsing around him as you sobbed into the sheets, tears welling in your eyes at the indescribable pleasure coursing through you from the feel of him. You felt him, all of him; felt every vein and every ridge, felt his tip rubbing up against you and bumping into your cervix. He didn’t stop there, forced himself inside and went even further.

“Oh my god…” You cried as he slid his hand down with a grunt, pushing into you as his hand quickly found your sensitive clit. He took his middle finger and slowly pushed down on it, his finger soaked with your juices as he rubbed it like it was a precious diamond he was trying not to ruin.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby. I’m not gonna let you leave this fucking house after I fill this tummy. You’re not gonna lift a finger… I’ll do everything for you, baby. I’ll do anything…” He moaned, voice raspy and thick with arousal, always so sweet and generous to you. He was only pulling out halfway before thrusting back in so he could stay inside of you, his muscles flexing with every thrust into your tight pussy like he was forcing his way in.

You felt your thighs shaking from the way he was rubbing your clit, skilled fingers rubbing the wetness in your slit and making you moan louder than the rain that pounded on the windows. You wanted him to give you his kids so bad, wanted him to come inside of you even worse. You felt hot and surrounded, but comforted by his larger body on top of yours, always shrouded over you like the protector he was.

He groaned into your skin, resting his sweaty forehead on your shoulder as he felt his need to cum tighten the coil in his stomach.

You couldn’t stop it, too blinded by the pleasure to notice the liquid that squirted over his thighs and creamed around his cock, your thighs almost numb as your knees shook and your hips fell into the bed like your muscles gave up.

“Ohh, baby…” You whimpered helplessly as you gushed around him, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit as you finally came around him. He furrowed his brows in concentration, his hand leaving your pained clit and giving you some relief as he thrusted into you faster, rhythm faltering as he pictured how big your tits would get during your pregnancy, how he could stuff his face between them and leave purple marks on them.

“Mm, I’m gonna cum… you gonna take it for me like a good girl?” He mumbled into your ear with gritted teeth, ignoring the way your sensitive pussy squeezed around his dick almost painfully, throbbing and sore from his dick repeatedly pounding into it without stopping.

You hummed an mmhmm, sounding needy and weak, completely overstimulated as he kept fucking into you, close to his release the more he heard your sweet whimpers.

“That’s my girl…” He grunted, pushing into you one last time before he burrowed himself deep inside of you, biting your shoulder as he came inside the deepest parts of your pussy with thick ropes of white cum that shot out of his pink tip.

You moaned weakly at the feeling, lips chapped and head ringing as Six waited a beat before pulling out of you with a soft grunt, his limp dick falling out of you easily. You couldn’t move, feeling empty and cold as he picked himself up from you, looking at your gaping hole with cum drizzling out like sweet icing.

He breathed heavily as he laid back down next to you on his back, then reached over for you so you could lay into him. His arm slithered around your waist, eyes running over your glistening skin.

“come’ere.” He uttered with a scratchy voice, helping you turn around as you flipped onto your side, cuddling into his hot skin with a sigh.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, catching your breaths as Six held you into him, staring at the ceiling with a content face, his mind filled with the image of your kids running around, your pregnant belly and your twinkling eyes, your radiant skin and your beautiful smile. He’d knew you’d make the best mother and he couldn’t wait to experience it.

You were thinking of the same as your fingers softly tapped against the hardness of his chest, staring at a scar there with your head rested in his neck.

“You really mean it, Court? You really want kids?” You whispered almost bashfully, not wanting to have all this hope fluttering in your chest just for him to crush them under his trained fists.

Six cracked a small smile, “I think I made that pretty obvious, don’t you?”

You felt the wetness between your thighs as a sticky reminder, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you cuddled closer into him.

“Yeah, that’s true, too.”

#˚ ༘♡.𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝.˖⁺.#sierra six x reader #sierra six #courtland gentry imagine #courtland gentry #courtland gentry x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fic #Chris Evans

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creedslove · 5 months

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Imagine our sweet Dave looking at his future fiance quietly. She doesn't know he is standing in a corridor, looking at her when she is changing in her bedroom.

They are not living together yet, they are just dating for a few months and she is still a little shy around him at times.

She has her sports bra on, because it's more comfortable than regular bra, but Dave wants to take her for some fancy dinner so she wants to change. The sports bra is a little tight and she has to make a little silly dance to take it off. Something she is jumping, sometimes wiggling her way out of it. Dave loves it. He finds it beyond adorable when she is jumping and grunting a little, because the bra is stubborn and long hair is not helping in this situation. He is smiling and laughing very quietly. He is in trouble, he thinks to himself.

When his soon to be fiance is wiggling her hips to help a tight dress fit through her wide hips, Dave takes a deep breath and admires her. Thongs, so it's not visible under the dress, love handles so soft, his fingers always dig dip in her flesh, exposed back with a back fat shaping her body the way he likes it, wide shoulders with freckles and moles he wants to kiss. It's beautiful view.

When the dress is on, she is out of the bedroom. The large mirror is in the corridor and she wants to take a look at herself in the outfit.

-You ready? - she can hear Dave's voice from a living room. He was quick, so he was not spotted staring.

-i think I have to change. I look so ridiculous in that tight dress. It looked good in the store, but I'm not sure now. Dave loved the dress on her. Belly pouch, breasts, wide hips. Everything so visible, but hidden.

-I think, this look needs a little something to be completed. -His voice low and think like honey. The necklaces Dave helped her put on was supposed to be a gift for later that evening, but seeing the beautiful woman in front of him, he wanted to spoil her as soon as possible. He wanted to see her smile and gasp in surprise.

Dave loves his soon to be fiance. His soon to be wife. 🍓✨

I have never seen Equalizer 2, but from clips and fantastic I think he is my top 5 for sure. Dave deserves so much love and kisses. There is something about him.

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie, you painted this picture so well, it sounds just perfect to picture him like that. It sounds sexy and intimate and I'm sure you worded it better than I could ever do it! ❤️ Thank you for this beautiful scenario, and yes, he does deserve all the love and affection in the whole wide world ❤️

• Dave's heart raced as he watched you from afar, he could never believe his luck in knowing you were his, it still felt too good, it was unbelievable, but it was real: you were his, his fiancee and soon to be wife

• he just loves you, all of you, so much of you it feels overwhelming to him at times: but he loves your body, your soul, your personality and everything about you, just the mere fact of watching you hidden is enough to make his heart flutter, the desire grows inside of him, whenever he sees those clothes sliding through your soft skin, he wants to run his own hands through your body, but it's still too soon, not just yet, he needs to watch you a little longer, he loves that sight

• and once you're standing there like a damn goddess, Dave can't help but feel the need to walk to you, it's like being hypnotized and he can't stay away, so when he places his hands on your shoulders and sees your hesitation, your shy eyes, the way you bite your lips and mumble you are considering changing, his heart breaks, you should never be insecure that way, not when you are beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous

"this dress looks beautiful, just like you entirely, you're not changing it, baby girl, it looked good at the store and now it looks even better"

• he assures you, showing you he's not gonna let you change it, he loves the way you look, you are perfect, you are his, and if anything, he would just change one single thing about you: he would add some jewelry to you, because you glow more than the finest precious stone, so he decided to grab the velvet jewelry box he got on his way from work and handed it to you; he was going to give it to you during dinner, but why not at that moment?

"there, now you look perfect, everything about you is perfect baby girl, look at yourself"

• Dave commanded while his hands squeezed your sides, holding you in front of the mirror, as he nuzzled your neck, kissing and nibbling your shoulders

"see how perfect you are? Your body, your hips, your breasts, all of you baby girl, I fucking love it"

• Dave's kiss was hungry, he was feeling you up, running your hands through your body as his fist gripped your hair, he loved you, all of you and he was going to take you, even if you two arrived a little late for dinner, it didn't matter, you were his priority

• the way Dave turned you around, kissing you even more hungrily and placed you on the bed, getting between your legs as he parted them, kissing and nibbling your thighs and groaning at how you squirmed for him

"you're not gonna remove this dress, got it, baby girl?"

• he told you, allowing you only to lift your hips up and roll up your dress, so you could spread your legs for him. Dave let out a groan at the sight of your beautiful silky pair of panties, it was so sexy and inviting, but he needed it to be gone, wanting you bare and exposed for him

• he pulled your panties to the side, kissing your inner thighs and spreading your slippery lips apart, his tongue immediately savoring your addictive taste; he could spend the whole night there, the way your sensitive clit flicked in his tongue as you whimpered and your legs shook slightly whenever he suckled on it

• your finger ran through his hair, pulling it closer and closer to your cunt, wanting more of your boyfriend's devilish mouth on you; your heart raced, your body felt on fire and you couldn't hold back any longer, you called his name repeatedly, wanting him more and more, as you felt yourself getting closer to your bliss, you finally came into Dave's mouth

• you clenched, so sensitive at how he licked and kissed all over your cunt as you tried recovering from your orgasm; he smirked at you, kissing his way up and then your lips, making you taste yourself in them

"see baby? Told you you looked perfect, now we're finally ready to go"

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x y/n #dave york fanfiction #dave york fanfic #dave york headcanon #dave york headcanons

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teeheemarie · 3 days

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✨ The Goddess of the Night ✨

Kafka x female reader (thick woman)

Orange text is him talking/his thoughts

NSFW, Smut, One Night Stand, Sex

2.7k words

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It’s been awhile since he felt this. His dark brown eyes looked at your thick curves and a subtle blush formed on his cheeks, “Umm hey”, his voice is mature and deep. You tuck your hair behind your ear and smile, “Hi! I’m y/n.” Your eyes scan his tall build. He is beefy with a slight dad bod and that blush on his cheeks was enough to make your thoughts run wild. How else could you get him to blush….

“I’m Kafka” he says smiling widely and the blush still on his cheeks. “I’m not exactly used to doing this but umm would you like to hang out away from this bar?”, his voice was hopeful, even slightly desperate. You can tell it’s been awhile since he has hit on a woman, hell, it’s probably been awhile since he has talked to one. You usually don’t do this kind of stuff either, but between him blushing and being slightly desperate, who could resist. “Sure. I would love to Kafka,” your voice was soft and soothing, like a shot of honey. Kafka smiles and gently grabs your arm and leads you out the bar.

He smells of cigarettes, beer and soap. A smell that would usually repel you is suddenly consuming you. Making you walk closer to him. His grip on your arm is firm yet gentle, his brown eyes occasionally look down at you. You notice him biting his lip slightly as he gets closer to an apartment building. What you can’t hear is how fast his heart is beating. Damn! She’s so fine. Her curves look so yummy and her plump lips…fuck. He adjusts slightly while he walks you up to his room. Your eyes catch notice of the bulge slowly forming in his pants. Your heart quickens knowing damn well he is big down there.

Kafka opens the door and leads you into his apartment. “Sorry it’s not exactly clean,” he pauses, “umm would you like something to drink?” He stops near his bed as you take a minute to look around. His apartment is small: a studio apartment. His bed is essentially his couch. His kitchen is semi small and there’s two doors besides the front door: bathroom and closet. “Just a beer is fine,” you smile at him. He nods and smiles widely as he opens the beer bottle and hands it to you. He watches you as your lips press to the bottle and you take a sip. His eyes travel down from your lips to your neck. He pauses, collecting his thoughts and continues staring, his eyes going further down your body. He bites his lip as his eyes scan down to your cleavage. Your breasts look voluptuous in the dress you are wearing. He swallows hard as his eyes bashfully trail further down to your big hips, thick thighs and big ass. He closes his eyes and bites his lip harder, almost drawing blood. Fuck. Her entire body is a grown man’s dream…hell fantasy. Her plump lips pressed against the bottle, big breasts, thick frame. His pants tighten in his groin area. “You okay?” you ask him as you watch him. You already know what’s going through his head and quite frankly seeing a man like him fantasize about you is making you hot and bothered. You can feel yourself just getting wet from how his eyes are closed tightly and the way he’s biting his lip hard.

Kafka hesitates for a moment before letting out a slow shaky breath, “No…you are the sexiest woman I’ve seen and right now I’m so hard for you.” Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Blunt, straightforward, sexy, dad bod, beefy, tall, and desperate…what more could a woman want. You smirk and set down your beer on the nightstand. You walk over to him so that you are inches away from him. “Sexiest woman?”, you ask as your hand gently pulls on his shirt.

Kafka swallows hard again, his eyes filling lust and desire as he can smell your sweet, sexy perfume and your hand pulling his shirt. In a shaky voice he responds, “Y-yes”.

Your eyes look into his lust filled eyes. His warm, shaky breath hits your face. You can tell he is on the edge and his desperation is overflowing.

“Say it again,” you demand as your hand slides down his torso and stops at his belt buckle. Kafka grunts and bites his lip. He places his big, calloused hands on your hips, “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Your beautiful eyes, plump lips, thick and sexy body,” he pauses, “Damn, I want you y/n.”

You look up at him and your hands undo his belt. You lean in, “You want me…what is it you want me to do,” your voice is laced with tease and desire. Kafka lets out a low moan as he feels your body pressed against his and your hands undoing his belt. Seeing how direct you are being, he feels his cheeks flush. He wants to tell you how he wants your beautiful, plump lips on his cock but damn your confidence, mannerisms, perfume and smoking thick body are making it hard for him to think, hell even see straight.

You smirk at how he is being shy and flustered. “Well Kafka,” you lean in further and gently press your lips to his neck, “Where do you want me to kiss? Lower?” you look up at him with siren eyes before kissing his neck again.

Kafka’s hands tighten on your hips and another soft moan escapes his lips. Fuck. I’m losing control so fast. His internal thoughts are going haywire but he responds quietly, “Lower. Much much lower.”

His quiet voice and answer make you smile. You kiss his neck again before looking up at him, “Much much lower huh?”, your hand on his undone belt slides across his hard bulge, “be a good boy and tell me where exactly you want my lips,” you pause, “although I have a feeling I know where..” you tease him by gently squeezing his hard bulge.

Kafka whimpers and blushes, “God! I want your lips sliding up and down my cock, please y/n.” His voice is extremely desperate and the whimper turns you on.

“Good boy,” your hands unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them and his boxers down. His cock springs up quickly and just as you predicted, his cock is massive. His cock is uncircumcised with an extra thick shaft.

Without hesitation Kafka sits on the edge of his bed, blushing and biting his lip. “Please. It’s been so long and fuck you are so sexy”, his brown eyes show the desperate and lustful state he is in. You smirk and gently kneel down in between his legs. Your hand grasps his massive cock and jerks it up and down. Kafka moans as he watches you intently as your hand jerks him and your eyes stare him down like the lioness you are. “Y/n, please. Please put your beautiful, plump lips on my cock. Please….” his voice has hints of distress. He is beyond desperate just for your mouth to be on his cock.

“Keep complimenting me and I will make sure you are beyond pleased,” you smile and then lick his cock from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. His thighs spams slightly and he sucks in a breath. You kiss the tip of his cock as your mouth slowly engulfs his uncircumcised cock. Your warm mouth sucks on his tip before plunging down his shaft.

“OH God y/n. Yes. Right there sexy”, his voice rises slightly due to the pleasure. His hips rise off the edge of the bed as your mouth reaches the bottom of his shaft. Your hot saliva trailing all of his cock as you suck him up and down. Slowly. His thighs spasm and his hips thrust ever so slightly into your mouth.

“MMMM~ You are taking my cock in so fucking good. Fuck you are a goddess,” he tilts his head back and his mouth opens as you continue sucking him. Moans escape his mouth and his blush becomes brighter on his cheeks. He can feel himself sweating and wanting to lose control. Your lips feel so amazing on his cock but now images of him pounding his cock into your pussy and gripping your thick, juicy body fills his mind.

His cock grows harder and you taste precum from his tip as you suck him off. Your tongue sliding up and down his shaft. You feel his hips move a little faster causing you to gage as you feel the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.

Kafka’s eyes show despair and lust, “Fuck Goddess. I need you. I need us both to cum.” You slowly remove your mouth from his cock and stare at him, “Bot-” without any warning he pulls you up from kneeling and onto his lap, his breath hot against your ear, “Yes!! Both. I need to feel your sexy body. Be inside you.” His words send shock and shivers down your spine. You are so used to just sucking men. But Kafka. He wants you. All of you.

Your “in control” confidence washed away as you sat on his lap staring into his lustful and desperate eyes. “You need my body?” your voice was above a whisper. Kafka noticed your confidence tank slightly which made his thoughts run more wild than he could ever have imagined. “Let me show. Let me. Please, please. Let me feel every sexy curve you own” he said slightly eagerly.

You stare at him like he is speaking a foreign language. It was hard for you to believe that a man, someone who is this tall, beefy with a dad bod would be saying that they wanted to feel every curve you own. You blush and nod while quietly saying, “...Okay”.

Kafka smiles eagerly, “Let me show you how much of a goddess you are y/n.” His hands reach behind your back and unzip your dress. Gently he lowers your dress over your braless breasts and watches the dress stops at your thick hips. His eyes widen with thirst as he stares at your voluptuous breasts. Instinctively his hands reach up and cup your breasts. He squeezes gently and watches your face go from nervous to pleasure. You bite your lip as you feel his big hands on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly. His thumbs brush your nipples, feeling how sensitive and hard they get from just him lightly touching them.

“So beautiful,” Kafka’s voice is excited as he sees your nipples harden under his thumbs that are brushing them softly. He leans in, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. “Oh,” you moan in surprise and another moan follows as you feel the heat in your body and the wetness form in your pussy from his hot saliva coating your nipples.

He continues to suck and tug gently before going over to your other breast. Taking the nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting.

You squirm against his lap, feeling his still hard, massive cock poking your pussy through your thong.

“Kafka. I’m so turned on,” your voice comes out in a gasp as he bites your nipple once more before pulling away. His face is flushed in a pink hue and he smiles, “I wanna be buried so deep inside you,” his voice comes out in a rasp as he shifts position. His big hands grip your hips and push you down from his lap to beside him on the mattress. He stands up, kicking his pants all the way off. Your saliva that was on his cock is slightly dried now. He grips the dress that’s hanging on your hips and tugs it off, tossing it to the other side of the bed.

Kafka’s eyes widen in delight, excitement, desperation and desire as he stares at how thick your hips and thighs are. He moans as he stares at them, “Jesus!!! So fucking sexy,” his hands rip your thong off, your eyes widen at how he is using his strength to his advantage. He stares at your naked, exposed, goddess like body. He takes his shirt off so that he is also completely naked. His beefy, dad bod is beyond anything you could’ve imagined. The hair on his chest all the way down to his cock causes you to bite your lip.

He smiles at your reaction and climbs on top of you. “I’ll show you how beautiful your body truly is y/n.”

“Yes Kafka,” you feel yourself become desperate. Kafka smiles as he pushes your legs apart and gently slides one of his hands up your thigh and stops at your pussy lips. “You sucked me so good, so I want to make sure you are ready before I dive into you,” his voice is confident and eager, the complete opposite of how he was just a few minutes before.

You nod as you watch him smile. His hand plays with your pussy folds, teasing your clit before he presses his finger against it. Moving your clit up and down. “Kafka-”, you gasp as you feel the pressure on your clit. His finger moves faster and the heat in your body rises. Kafka sees your body’s reaction and the way you say his name makes him excited. He leans down and kisses your thick stomach as he pushes one of his fingers inside your pussy. The wetness of your pussy coats his finger. Kafka moans and kisses down your thick stomach to your hips. He slides another finger inside you, scissoring inside you, and feeling the walls of your pussy expand.

“Kafka,” you moan, “that feels so good,” you close your eyes as you feel his fingers moving inside you. Him kissing your body feels so good and like a dream. His mouth travels further down your hips to your pussy lips. He licks your clit while he slides a third finger inside you. His fingers plunge deep inside your pussy, hitting the G Spot. His tongue flicks your clit back and forth.

Your thighs shake slightly and hips spasm. “Kafka, I’m…I’m ready for you,” your moan came out as a desperate whimper, much like that whimper he made when you were sucking him. Kafka sucks your clit once more before looking up at you and sliding his now very wet fingers out of your pussy.

“Anything for you goddess,” he smiles and lines up his cock at your entrance, “God, you’re so sexy,” he grunts as he pushes his massive, uncircumcised penis inside your pussy. You feel your walls expand as his cock thrusts deeper inside you. You moan out, tilting your head back. His hands grips your hips as he moans and thrusts. “So sexy. Fuck”, he repeats with each thrust.

He leans down and kisses your neck as his cock plunges further into your wetness, hitting your G-Spot with a steady beat.

“Mmm Kafka,” you moan as you feel him trail kisses all around your neck and his cock thrusting in and out of you faster.

His hands hold your hips tightly as he feels his cock pulsing inside you. “Fuck, I’m wanna cum,” he grunts and picks up the pace. His thrusts become desperate and frantic. The bed squeaking, his hips crashing into yours, the moans echoing the room.

You grip the sheets and arch your back as your orgasmic wave takes over and washes over his cock like a wave meeting the shoreline. You scream his name in pleasure causing him to pull out quickly and cum shoots all over your thick stomach.

His eyes look from your cum covered stomach to your pussy spilling out your own, he breathlessly smiles at you, “Y/n,” he catches his breath and lays beside you, “You are still the sexiest woman I've ever seen.”

You look over at him, his beefy, hairy dad bod and the blush on his face as he tiredly looks up at the ceiling. To think that this stranger who you met at a bar only a few hours ago could not only compliment but also look at you like you were a Godsend and admire your naked body like a goddess was the confidence boost you needed.

Kafka smiles at you with now sleepy eyes, “Let me hold you,” he whispers before draping his arm around you. He pulls you against his body. His head nuzzles your neck, “Goodnight goddess,” his voice barely above a whisper before he falls sound asleep, holding your beautiful thick body against his.

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devilishchaos · 2 years

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Sexy stuff pt.2 | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow

Summary: pt.2 of Sexy stuff | Jack Harlow imagine

Warnings: Explicit smut, use of pet names “baby”, explicit talk, size talk just for a sec, choking but in a sweet way

Word Count: 3 656 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

As the closing credits were playing on the TV screen, you felt your phone buzz next to you. As you unlocked it and read the messages from Jack you tried to suppress a smile and butterflies began to flap around inside your stomach.

✨Big head ✨: Knock knock

✨Big head ✨: Yo why are the lights off

✨Big head ✨: Tell me you’re not asleep pls

As you moved your eyesight to the door that led to the terrace, you could see Jack standing outside again ever so slightly through the curtains, his back seemingly facing you. You turned on the bedside lamp and looked in the mirror for a millisecond making sure you looked presentable before grabbing the door handle and pulling it half open.

He turned around and smiled, still in his light blue t-shirt and cream shorts that came just a few inches above his knees, and his white/light blue NB’s that he kicked off before he came in the room.

“Hi. Missed me?” he whispered as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. Immediately he was reaching for your body, hands settling on your lower back and pulling you to him, leaning you both back against the glass door. You pulled him towards you momentarily, grabbing the curtain above his head and sliding it closed before letting his back rest against the door again.

He didn’t seem to notice, his eyes preoccupied with wandering over you: your eyes, your lips, your hair.. His hand came up, fingertips running through your locks, over your scalp and down to your neck, the light scratch of his nails causing your entire body to break into goosebumps. Your chin lifted instinctively, relishing in the touch as he caressed your neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at the back of your head and pulling back ever so slightly.

“Oh, now you’re going to behave?” he taunted in his deep voice, his mouth coming to kiss and nip at your jawline.

“Did you have a nice session?” You barely got the words out, already feeling like putty in his hands, melted against him.

“Mhmm..” he hummed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, his face somehow even more gorgeous than it had been just a couple hours before. He released his grip and you took a step back, crawling onto the bed into a cross-legged sitting position.

He joined you, bending one knee to sit sideways before lying down and propping his head up on his hand, elbow on the duvet. Unfair how he looked like a fucking model.

You opened your mouth to speak but felt at a loss for words at how to begin.

He just watched you, waiting.

“You are so cute.” He gave you a smile again, his eyes carrying a fondness behind the lust he continued to hold in them. “Weirdly, it just makes me want you more.” he added as he brought his free arm up, his fingers caressing through your hair once again.

You curved into the touch right away, eyes closing for a moment.

Then he was kissing you, gently at first but very soon more roughly, his tongue meeting with yours and erasing every damn thought from your head except for how you could taste the mint flavor of his gum and feel once again the goosebumps erupting on your skin, your senses becoming enveloped by him.

You moved to straddle him as your hands went to his neck and traveled up into his fluffy hair. His hands moved to your sides and quickly skimmed over your t-shirt and down to grab your ass firmly, forcing your legs to part more and your groin to push down on him.

You let out a quiet moan in his mouth without meaning to, but he quickly responded with one of his own, grinding his hips up into you. Unable to stop yourself, you began moving your hips, swirling them against the bulge growing under the fabric of his shorts.

Fuck, it had been quite a while since you’d been with him.

You parted your mouths and sat up, your hands now using his shoulders to hold some of your weight. Despite your wants, you stopped your movements, lifting yourself off him slightly as you looked down at him.

With a slight frown, he pulled on your hips, attempting to bring you back down to reinitiate the tantalizing contact.

“So, you ran away from the boys to be with me or what?” you asked, a little breathless, momentarily lapsing back into your worries.

“You’re thinking about that? Shouldn’t your mind be focused on me instead of the rest of my crew right about now?” His words sounded possessive but his tone was all playful as he moved his hands to tug on the hem of your shirt, slowly beginning to gather it up as he lifted it.

Goddamn, he was so hot, and feeling him growing against your core was not helping you stay rational at all.

He interrupted the thought: “It’s fine. Seriously. Now take your damn clothes off before I rip them apart.” With that command, he tugged the bunched-up fabric of your shirt, ushering you to finish what he’d started.

Giving in, you stepped back off of the bed to pull the shirt off.

“Everything.” The look he gave you was enough to make you listen. Just the right mix of intimidation and lust to warrant obedience.

“Yes, sirrrrr.” you told him, a hint of contempt coming through in your voice. Which apparently he found amusing from the look he gave you.

He sat up as you pulled down your shorts and kicked them aside with your shirt. You had paused for only a moment before you heard his voice again.

“C'mere.” You stepped in front of him, his face at the level of your chest. “When I say everything..” he began, his hands grabbing firmly onto your half-bare ass. “..I mean every-damn-thing.” he demanded, emphasizing the word with a slap on your left asscheek.

It made you jump slightly, closing your eyes and biting your lip to keep from making noise. It stung only for a moment, then faded away as he rubbed his hand over where he’d just made contact with your skin. Shit – you liked this already.

“Yes, sir.” you told him again, this time more quietly, less sass present. You reached around your back to unclasp your bra, letting it dangle for a moment before pulling it off completely and exposing your chest to him. Quickly, you moved to your underwear, sliding them down and sending them off to join the pile. Good thing you were confident in your body these days. Standing in front of this fully clothed, beautiful, breathtaking man butt naked was intimidating.

Coming closer to him, you let his hands roam over you, his lips finding the smooth skin of your stomach and kissing around to your ribs just under your breast then down to your hip bone, contact that would’ve normally tickled you immensely but now your skin just burned everywhere he touched, making you sigh internally – and maybe externally as well.

“We have to be quiet.” you whispered to him, eyes fallen shut. “Urban got home like 30 minutes ago.” It wasn’t too late yet, just 11:30 pm and you were sure he had not yet gone to sleep.

He licked up your stomach, leaving a thin trail of saliva between your breasts before taking one between his lips, his hand moving to the other and beginning to lightly twist and pull on your nipple.

You immediately groaned, attempting to keep a low volume though it wasn’t particularly easy with how sensitive you felt to every little thing Jack did. You could feel that you were already incomprehensibly wet for him, his lips and tongue on your breast only making the situation more sticky. You let your hands caress his shoulders, feeling his muscles as he tensed the arm that went around your back holding you close to him as if you were about to walk away from him.

Enjoying himself, he switched to the other breast, sucking on your nipple gently, both his hands now around your backside pulling you towards him. His dominant hand slipped lower to feel your wetness between your legs from behind. His finger barely grazed you but you couldn’t help the shudder, so sensitive from all the build up that, in reality, had started hours earlier.

“Fuck, baby.” he said under his breath, sliding his fingers over you again too delicately for your liking. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Mhmmm..” was all you could muster. “..please, Jack. I can't wait any longer.” you breathed out a second later, needing more. His light touches were so teasing, so unsatisfying compared to what you needed from him.

You moved your hands to his neck, tugging slightly signaling him to stand up and he quickly followed, his head leaning down to find your mouth, before he easily spun you both around, knocking the back of your calves into the bed and pushing you down with barely any force, your mouths separating in the process.

You leant back on your elbows, watching how in the low light his narrow frame slowly became more exposed with the removal of his shirt then his shorts. Through his boxers, you could clearly see his bulge, hard and straining against the fabric.

“Everything off.” you told him, a taunting tone to your voice, as your gaze glided down to his pelvis and then back up to meet his eyes.

He smirked and shook his head slightly, before doing as he was told, his cock now free and standing proud. At the sight, you felt yourself clench around nothing, already impatient to be filled up.

Jack brought his hands up, running them through his locks to push his hair off his face, and stepped to the bed, climbing onto his knees and bracing himself on his elbows over you.

By instinct your hands found his sides, snaking around his back, your lips catching his and needily kissing him, back arching up to bring your sex closer to him, attempting to find some contact where you both needed it the most.

As you kissed, you felt one of his hands trail down your side then between your bodies, followed by the tip of his finger faintly touching you, applying very slowly pressure as it rubbed tiny circles around your clit, gliding ridiculously easily with the help of your wetness, making you arch up into him more forcefully, so needy.

“Jack..” you whispered against his lips, the word coming out barely audible, mixed into the sounds of your breathing.

He moved his head to your neck, beginning again to enjoy the soft sensitive skin there, while his hand continued its work, sliding over your clit again and again, and again.

“Fuck.” you breathed shakily. Were you going to come like this? Seriously? “I want you inside me. Please.”

He let out a breathy groan, biting onto your neck to try to muffle the sound, but it just made you gasp and shudder again.

“Jack, please.” you begged, not ready to let yourself orgasm just yet. You only waited a second before trying again. “Please, baby. I need you so bad.”

He lifted himself off you, bending down to rifle around in his shorts pocket until he pulled out a condom. Once he’d slid it on he moved back to you, separating your legs gently so he could kneel easily between them.

Your chest rose and fell as you watched him, your eyes pleading like your words had only moments before.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” he told you, eyes dark and hazy as he looked you over. But your mind was just replaying the compliment back at him, every part of him looking gorgeous, kneeling over you.

Unable to wait, you moved your hand between your legs, aching for contact, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and moved it up to your chest, giving you a stern shake of his head.

You groaned but found it extremely sexy - being controlled, so you couldn’t truly complain.

He held your wrist to your chest, as he looked down between your bodies, taking his cock in his other hand to line it up with your entrance.

You bucked your hips up slightly, feeling entirely out of control of your impulses as you felt his tip tease you, fucking into you barely half and inch, making you gasp quietly. You lifted as much as you could, seeing how far you could get on your own if he wasn’t going to fucking do it himself.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he chided, clearly not looking for an answer as he then slid his length into you, filling you up so good it had you humming despite the fact that he wasn’t even fully in yet.

Yes, he was definitely big, stretching you out so deliciously that it sent shivers down your spine. You moaned as he slowly began to pull back out, your free hand moving to your mouth so you could bite a knuckle instead of making the noises you were dying to make.

He began to roll his body into you, his heavy cock sliding easily in and out of you with how wet you were, his hips coming closer and closer to meeting your inner thighs, pushing you to your limit with each delectable thrust. The pressure of his length mingled with the pleasure was so good as it shot right through you, you were unable to help the way you attempted to meet his movements anyways, even with not being used to his size.

With each extra bit that you took him in, he groaned, a deep guttural sound, his head falling forward in pleasure. He released your wrist, his hand moving slightly further up to grasp your throat, his fingers putting light pressure on either side, making you gasp in excitement, head tilting back into the mattress.

Your fingers pulled onto the sheets beneath you in an attempt to ground you from this heavenly sensation.

“Taking me so good. Fuck..” he praised softly, in contrast to the hardness of his actions, only bringing you closer.

“Shit..” you choked out, as he picked up his speed, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer, your orgasm building rapidly in your abdomen, your walls fluttering around him repeatedly. You tensed, bringing your hand between your legs and rocking your hips as best you could in the rhythm that you knew would get you off.

He leant forward, his forearm now against your chest as he kept his hand around your neck, using it for leverage to pump into you faster, pulling down to keep you in place on the bed against the force of his movements. His other arm came up for him to lean on so you weren’t taking his weight as he allowed your hot, sweaty bodies to brush each other, his hips doing the work to thrust hard into you over and over, hitting every spot exactly the way you needed him to.

“Jack..fuck. Ughh..” you gasped, your sex tightening so hard around him, heightening the sensation for both of you. “I’m gonna..”

“Oh, fuck. That’s so good. Come with me, baby.” he breathed into your ear before turning to meet your lips again. You kissed him hard, breaking contact only to moan into each other’s mouths as you felt yourself reach your peak and go tumbling over into oblivion.

Practically whimpering, you rolled up against him as your orgasm flowed through you, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him tightly in a kiss. He groaned louder, your mouth the only thing keeping the sound contained, as he came, his movements becoming more uneven as he released himself with a shudder, pelvis pressed hard against yours. The sounds he made were the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, higher at first then throatier as he came down from the high.

You rode it out together, slowing, moving as one, and once you could finally breathe again, your body began to relax, his following suit.

After a few more moments, he collapsed onto you, falling slightly to the side, letting his head drop to the bed. The room was quiet except for your combined heavy breathing as you lay next to each other, waiting for the world to make sense again. It would probably take a little while.

“Fuck. Goddamn.” he said between breaths. His hand came up to brush back his now slightly damp curls.

“Yeah.” you agreed, staring at the bedroom ceiling. You began to chuckle slightly. “I haven’t orgasmed like this in..a while.”

His head turned to you with a tired, elated smile. How could he be so cute after that?

“Don’t look at me like that.” you played, bringing your hand up to push his face away.

“Like what?” He turned slightly and propped himself up to face you, still smiling like an idiot.

“Like that. You can’t do that with me and then be adorable afterwards.” You smiled wide too, unable to help yourself. Your breathing was finally slowing down to normal.

He chuckled. His eyes traced over your body, slick with a sheen of sweat and surely flushed from the activity. His hand came to move up your body before his index finger touched under your chin to direct your mouth to his. He kissed you deeply, his smooth lips moving over yours. Pulling your bottom lip into his mouth, he sucked and bit at it gently before letting go, meeting your tongue with his again. Even now, he was still in control, dictating the kiss exactly as he wanted it. It was intoxicating.

When he pulled back, you were breathless all over again, suddenly feeling shy at your response. He smiled at you before peeling himself up and out of bed to deal with the used condom.

“Shower?” you invited, getting up as well, figuring he needed it as much as you did. You threw your hair up into a bun and turned on the water that quickly came to temperature.

After making sure there were two clean towels hung by the door, you entered, pulling the glass shut behind you as it began to fog up from the steam.

He joined you as you washed your face, coming up behind you and wrapping his hands around your waist. You wiped the mascara mess from your eyes and turned in his embrace, looking up at his soft expression. This post-orgasm Jack that was so chill and soft, and endlessly cute, you loved him to pieces.

“Here.” you told him gently, stepping to the side to allow him to be in the direct line of the shower head. Thankfully, the shower had three extra jets coming out from the wall so you were able to line them towards you and continue to wash your body in the warmth.

He tilted his head back, letting the water flow over his already damp curls, saturating them and hypnotizing you. Slicked back hair was a good look on him. He washed out the foam that the shower gel created, then ran his hands over his face and looked at you.

You’d stopped washing, too busy staring. Once he caught your eyes, you began scrubbing again, laughing quietly as you grabbed your gel again and put some more in your hand. You could see the smug smirk on his mouth; oh, how you wanted to kiss it right off him. Instead, you focused on washing up then rinsing the foam from your body as he did the same.

“You done?” you asked, though it seemed obvious. But before you could reach out to turn off the water, he pulled you to him again, his expression a softened version of his confident self you’d gotten used to. He kissed you gently, his hands caressing your lower back, moving down slightly and gently squeezing your butt, before pulling away.

“Now, I’m done.” he stated, reaching for the faucet to turn it off himself.

You gave him a suspicious little smile – was everything he did with the intention of disarming you?

You both dried off and wandered back into the bedroom, beginning to collect the articles of clothing that had been discarded. You threw them in the pile of dirty clothes, then pulled a pj set out and put it on. Letting your hair down from the bun, you looked in the mirror and combed your fingers through it a bit, hoping it didn’t get too frizzy during your fun.

“So..” he started, pulling his shirt over his head and down his slim torso to become yet again fully clothed. “Wanna cuddle for a bit and then go to sleep?” His tone was cheeky, emphasized by the way he bounded onto the bed, bouncing a few times before settling onto it in a relaxed pose.

You laughed, crawling onto it with him. “I’ll have to check my schedule.” you replied, attempting to sound serious but you were never good at lying anyways. You looked up, putting on a pensive face for a moment before returning your gaze to him. “Yep. I’m in.” you reported, causing him to smile widely, practically sparkling.

You scooted up on the bed and got under the sheets, sinking into the cool, clean linens that had been put on throughout the day, and he followed your lead, getting comfy before fluffing his pillow and relaxing into it. You were both clearly exhausted, despite the excitement that was still coursing through you.

With the bedside lamp off, you were left in almost complete darkness. As you wiggled into place, Jack immediately pulled you close to him under the covers, wrapping his arm around your waist to spoon you.

You let out a satisfied sigh, your arm coming to rest on his, hugging his warmth tightly to you. “‘Night, J. I love you.”

“Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

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onmysluttyknees · 1 year

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Rail me

Words: 1259

Rating: 18+ Minors do not interact. This is for mature audience only. By continuing reading you hereby agree that you are ver 18.

Paring: Pedro x fem reader.

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“I need you down on your knees baby. I want you to take me as deep as you can. I want you to choke on my cock. You ready? That’s it baby, nice and slow. Urgh you look so fucking hot when you suck my cock. Oh yeah. Fuck.” As I take him deeper and deeper he has to focus so he doesn’t cum too fast. He wants this to last longer than five fucking seconds. But it’s hard for him. It’s hard because I make him so god damn hard. He grabs my ponytail in his hand and rocks his hips gently forward. My hands come up the back of his muscular thighs and I grab his ass, squeezing it a bit harder than intended. He groans and jerks his hips in response. The tip of his cock touches the very back of my throat, but I don’t mind. All I care about right now is pleasing him. I know I will get mine soon enough. As I keep taking him into my mouth I gaze up at him. The look of pure pleasure in his eyes makes my core throb, and I can feel myself getting wetter ever second. I increase my pace, taking him faster and harder. Swirling my tongue and gently dragging my teeth along his shaft. He twitches in my mouth. I can tell he’s getting closer to his release, but he won’t cum. Not yet.

He backs away suddenly, releasing his grip on my hair. I stare into his eyes and pout. Smiling mischievously, he leans down and gently swipes his thumb across my chin, wiping away the spit mixed with pre cum that has already started to run down. I open my mouth and eagerly accept his thumb, closing my lips around it, savoring the taste of his essence combined with the salt of his skin. His eyes turn dark, almost completely black, with desire. He bends down and grabs my hips, lifting me up to stand.

“Stand up cariño and turn around. I’m going to bend you over this table and take what’s mine. So hold on for dear life, baby. I need to be inside you, right now, and I just know I won't be able to go slow. Not that you mind, right?”

“No” I say, breathy and a wave of pleasure runs though my body. I turn around so my back is agains him and lean my naked torso against the table. The surface is surprisingly cold, and my nipples immediately perk.

‘No, I don’t mind’ I think as I mentally prepare for him. I grab the table firmly and spread my legs, eager and ready. As he positions himself I can feel his hard cock against my ass. But that’s for another day. Or maybe later in this one.

“Are you ready?” He purrs into my ear as he leans over me. A shiver of delightful anticipation runs through my body and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

“Yes baby, fuck me hard, please,” I beg. “Rail me like a fucking train! I need to feel you inside me now” I mewl.

He grabs his aching cock and slides it against my slick folds, gently teasing as he nudges that sweet, sensitive spot. I whimper, wiggling my ass against him, begging him to enter me.

“Mmm baby you’re already dripping wet.” With one hard thrust he buries himself deep inside and an involuntary gasp escapes my lips. My grip on the table intensifies as his grip on my hips tightens, and his nails bite into my skin. For a fleeting moment I hope it’s going to leave marks, and I find I’m positively thrilled about it. ‘You want this,’ I remind myself, ‘You want to feel him for days after.’

“You’re mine. All mine. I want you to scream my name baby. I want the neighbours to hear,” he grunts as he continues to move in a well practiced rhythm. And oh how deliciously hard he takes me. Thrusting in and out with such force my hips slam against the table with each forward motion. ‘That will definitely leave marks,’ I think as he slams into me, again and again.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy laid out across the table like this. You like it when I take you hard, don’t you baby?” He pants thought the thrusts.

“Fuck yes. Take me harder baby,” I whisper as he shifts his position ever so slightly to ram into me again. He hits that soft spot with fine tuned precision and my knees start to tremble. It won’t be long now, I can feel it. That familiar feeling is already starting to build up. He releases his grip on my right hip and lets his fingers dance over, and into, my folds. A deft finger presses hard against my clit.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, right there!” I scream and my pussy starts to clench on his hard shaft.

“Fuck baby. I love it when you grip me tight like that” he grunts, and presses harder on my clit. He continues thrusting into me at a mind numbing pace. His left hand snakes around to grip my breast, and he pulls me up flush against his chest. His fingers pinch and pull my nipple. This sends me over the edge, and I cum, hard and fast. Waves ripping through me like a tsunami, and I clench hard around him, over and over, as I ride out my orgasm, panting heavily and screaming his name loudly again and again.

Just as I’m coming down from my high, his fingers move quicker on my now sensitive clit. And just like that another wave of euphoria hits me, and I climax again, more intensely. The ripples coursing through me are oh so fucking deliciously sweet.

Now that he knows I’ve been sated he thrusts forward a moment longer, and finally letting go, allows himself his own release. His hot, slick cum paints my walls.

Heavy breaths fill the air as we both pant, slowly coming down from our shared ecstasy. He removes his finger from my pussy and eases his firm hold on my breast, but refuses to let go of me just yet. His other hand now free, he wraps both arms around me, hugging me tightly to his chest as he kisses my neck.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says, his lips kissing a trail up my neck. I turn my head and kiss him , hard.

“And I love you” I say breathlessly when the kiss finally breaks.

He lets go of me and gently pulls out. Our juices run slowly down my thighs. My whole body aches and feels spent, but in the most wonderful way. As I turn around his eyes roam my body. A slight furrow creases his brow.

“What’s wrong baby?” I ask, stroking his cheek gently. “

“You sure I didn’t hurt you bonita?” His eyes fall down to my chest, ribs and hips. I look down and see red marks and bruises already starting to appear. I smile and pull him against me, losing myself in those big brown eyes that always melt my heart.

“I promise, I’m fucking fantastic love. Now don’t you worry, the marks will fade, but I will definitely be asking you to do this again. And again and again” I say and kiss him like he’s the only air in the room and I’m suffocating. But to be honest. I just can’t imagine my life without this man. He is my everything.

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moonlightdreamzz · 3 years

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Konoha boys and their ✨quirks✨ when making love to you — Naruto, Shikamaru, Rock Lee, and Neji. ♡

↳ warning! 18+. pure smut. hehehehehe

Naruto

A lot of times, he blacks out during sex. It’s like the second he sees your bare body screaming his name, begging for him to please you, he loses control and often dives straight into your cl~t with his tounge. It’s like being at your favorite restaurant when you haven’t eaten all day; when the food arrives, you damn near forget to pray. You start stuffing your face without even thinking.

Not much of a moaner until he’s about to cum, even though you always feel so warm, wet, and tight around him. When he’s really enjoying himself, you will hear some whimpers every now and then, but overall he grunts and takes deep breaths because the mission is always to please you. If you’re not screaming his name by the end of it, he didn’t do his job.

Will of course take it slow with you, but lives for ramming his d!ck inside of you. Everything about it is so aesthetically pleasing—the sound of his balls slapping your ass as he thrusts into you, the sound of your wetness coating his length, how loud you moan; all encouraging him to keep up the pace. He daydreams about these moments at the most inconvenient times. It’s 100% the only way he can relieve his stress.

Loves to be in control. He of course doesn’t mind when you want to please him, for example you wanting to ride him or in general be dominant—he lives for it, but he lives more for making sure you’re happy.

“Does it feel good, baby?” “With the way you’re scratching my back, it has to right?” “You don’t have to wait for me, baby. Let it out.”

Pls pls pls tell him that you love him when he makes love to you. And praise him. The more you praise him, the more confident he feels in what he’s doing, which in turns pushes him to make you c u m good and hard.

Never forgets to tell you how much he loves you even though he’s not his usual self when the two of you are intimate like this. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He breathes out as he strokes in and out of you with precision, his eyes shut tight because he’s trying not to explode inside of you before you get yours. “You’re literally everything to me, fuck.”

Shikamaru

No matter how many times the two of you have done this, it feels like the first time everytime for Shikamaru, and he isn’t capable of rushing into it like others. He always takes his time licking up and down your body—teasing you, and he likes it when you do the same. Even when he puts his length inside you, he can’t help but to stroke slow, wanting to feel every inch of your insides welcoming him back home.

Loves getting head from you, and you better make it nasty and theatrical. The sight of you working so hard just to make him feel good? Trust and believe he never takes it for granted. Yes, he’s that guy that grabs a fistful of your hair when the pleasure is getting intense and he feels himself getting close. He also asks a lot of questions during sexy time that make you LIVID! in a good way.

“Why are you so damn good at that baby?” He asks while you go up and down on his length. “You’re so fucking wet…is it because of me? Hm?” He asks as he strokes inside of you at a steady pace. “You think I can find your spot baby? Do you have faith in me? Do you?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.

As lazy as he can be, he’s actually very good at giving head himself. It took him a little to perfect it, but now? He doesn’t even need to come up for air. It’s giving head shaking left to right on your cl!t. It’s giving your legs squeezing his head and him forcing them open. He would finally lift his head up just to say “I’m good, right?” And laugh before making you cry again.

Truthfully, he’s good at everything. And even through his cocky nature is he ironically good at making you feel like his princess. He always makes you feel so safe. That’s why you’ve let him experiment on your body like this.

His favorite position is obviously you on top. One, because it’s “less of a drag” than any other position where he’s doing the most work, but more importantly, the sight of you bouncing up and down on his dick is better than any high he’s ever felt. Maybe his love language is acts of service? He doesn’t know. He always has his hands behind his head as if he’s on the finest vacation, and he never breaks eye contact with you, even when you start talking your shit.

Speaking of, he lives for your back and forth when you make love. He has a comeback for everything you say and it’s so sexy. “This pussy feels good doesn’t it?” “You know it’s fucking good, baby. So fucking good.” — “You want me to cum in you, don’t you sweetie? Do you deserve it though?” And then he pulls out right when you were almost there, knowing that you have no choice but to beg.

Will leave you knocked out in the end everytime. You ain’t never leaving babes you’re stuck. <3

Rock Lee

Rock Lee is a perfectionist, and there is nothing that he would ever allow himself to knowingly lack in. The same applies to making love to you. He knows that in the beginning he wasn’t that good at it, but he was never too embarrassed because he knew his beautiful lady had no problem teaching him what felt good and what didn’t. Now? He’s a damn pro.

Like Naruto, Rock Lee is all about pleasing you. He never allows you to do anything to him before he makes you cum at least once, and even when you try he always says the same thing. “Y/N, while I do appreciate your willingness to make me feel pleasured, you are my only focus right now. You come first, always.”

That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy it when you take control of him. Even though he had received oral from you many times, he couldn’t help but moan and cry out your name every time you were in between his legs. “Y/N, that feels so amazing!” He whimpers, squeezing his legs around your head. He made sure to never be rough with you even when you were driving him crazy. He always cups your face in his palms, trying to maintain eye contact but feeling too overwhelmed as your tounge works wonders on his tip.

Very, very vocal in bed, and you love it so much. You never have to question whether you are doing something right—Rock Lee will let you know before you even have a chance to be insecure about it. You could cum just off his reactions to your touches alone if it was possible.

Does everything with concentration written on his face, but it’s still hot.

Will confess his love for you as he makes love to you every single time. He makes love to you like it’s the last time every time. You are his first, and although he didn’t know the concept of soul ties existed, he definitely has an unbreakable one with you. He doesn’t understand why he legitimately feels addicted to you and your body. All he wants to do is feel you clenching around him. He knows it’s naughty, but it’s the truth.

Truthfully, Rock Lee is a vanilla guy, but if you request that he get a little ✨spicy✨, he will always try his best. He doesn’t understand why you want him to spank you, but he’ll do it. You want him to tie you up? He’ll do it? What he will never agree to is degrading you in anyway. You are his precious flower and he will never treat you any less.

Didn’t even know what a g spot was when he hit it for the first time, but like I said, he’s a perfectionist. He memorized exactly where it was and doesn’t hesitate to hit it every time he makes love to you. You still don’t understand how he finds it with so much ease every time.

Neji

Neji may be more on the quiet side, but don’t get it confused — he’s gonna lay the pipe down EVERYTIME! Similar to Rock Lee, every time the two of you make love, he takes mental notes. “Oh, she likes it when I do that.” “Her Chakra shakes when I kiss her there.” “She pulls my hair tighter when I move my tounge in this direction.”

Kinkier than you think. He especially is into restraining you whether it be tying you up, or having his hands around your neck as he fucks you. It’s something about seeing you so helpless that can make him c u m so hard.

“You’re so wonderful, baby.” “You taste delicious.” “I’m so close, all due to you my love.” “Cum for me, my love. You deserve it. You deserve everything.” “You’re so precious…and beautiful.”

Yes, he activates the byakugan during sex sometimes. He wants to be able to hear, and see every single sense of pleasure running through your body. He may not be a big moaner, but trust and believe he is very satisfied and wouldn’t trade you for the world.

Specializes in putting your legs behind your head and fucking the shit out of you. Neji is very versatile when he makes love to you. And he can always sense what you need. If you need sweet love making, he can give that to you. If you need him to fuck all your problems away? He definitely can do that.

He really does enjoy making love to you. He has trouble communicating his romantic feelings towards you outside of the sheets, and it troubles him often. He has a million things he wants to say to you, but you just make him so nervous. During sexy time though, it’s like it’s the complete opposite. He gains a sense of confidence, as he knows he can please you better than anyone else can. It’s rarely ever about him truth be told, and even though you try so hard to give him nights where he is the only one being touched, he didn’t want that. He just loves the fact that he has a way to prove his love to you in his own little way.

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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years

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Beach time. // Sam Fender x Reader!

warnings: it's smut ✨

prompt: intimate, cozy time on the beach ✨

“I love you,” you relaxed your body, closing your eyes with your lips slightly parted as you sank your fingers into his curls.

Arching your back, a quiet sigh left your throat. He bit the tip of his tongue, grinning through his lazy eyes. “It feels that good?” He gave your nipple one more lick before cupping your breasts and shacking them a little. He looked even more attractive when he had all of his attention on you.

The moonlight was making the beach prettier and the little light that lit him up made you want to be stuck in that moment forever. Two days on a mini vacation was enough to get him sun-kissed and for you to finally get satiated after missing him for so long. “Yep,” you meowed, rocking yourself into him. His hands helped you, gluing you to his body and soon his lips were on yours.

He opened his mouth on a groan as you pulled his hair. His hands went back to your breasts, squeezing them until your nipples were trapped in his fingertips again. You were aching and cursing yourself for not having decided to sleep naked beside him on that damn beach instead of just topless.

“I love you too, pet,” he muttered, watching you squeezing your thighs around him with hardly any breath left in your lungs. So fucking hot under his gaze. Keeping his eyes on you, he guided his mouth down to your aroused nipple and enveloped it in his tongue, sucking all the flesh to himself.

“Sam,” you etched your nails into his bare shoulder, scratching the spot so that he growled into your skin. With your other hand, you tangled the hair at the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you, encouraging him to use you however he wanted. “Samuel, please,” he freed your breast in a popping noise that along with the roar of the sea was quiet comforting and sexy.

He enjoyed your nub with a few more licks, making your pussy throb. You lifted his face, kissing his nose as he closed his eyes in a stupid grin. “You’re so hot.” He squeezed your waist, lifting you a little and putting you properly on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bit your bottom lip hiding a smile just to fill his face with more kisses. “How’s my pussy?” He asked. This time you didn’t hold back, and laughed along with him. His eyes were crinkled at the corners, the sunlight was about to start coming out. He looked stunning. As beautiful as the landscape you had.

“She’s pretty wet and in need of you, sir,”

“I know I can feel you through your fabric, pet,” he squeezed your ass hard, lifting you up so he could get rid of his underwear. His lips found your neck as your arms hugged him tight. Kissing his shoulder you felt the salty taste of his body, which excited you to think he felt the same in you. “Did you get that aroused just by me playing with your breasts? With just so little babe?” He brushed the tip against your entrance, collecting your juices and spreading it down his length as he held your bikini to the side.

“Uh-huh,” you sighed, burrowing your face into his neck. You were nothing but aching for him, you could easily feel how slippery you were. “You’re mouth too good.” You concluded tricky, almost voiceless.

“I’m too good?”

“I said your mouth is too good,” you rested your hands on his shoulders, staring deep in his soul with your lips between your teeth. You dove into him, eliciting a husky moan from his swollen lips as your eyes closed on a sigh.

“Fuck, babe,” he whispered, swallowing hard.

“I know,” you moved your hips up, sliding to his tip at a painful pace, and then slowly back until you had him all inside you. “I’m too good, right?”

He breathed heavily, marking his fingers in your waist. With a silly smile, he supported one of his hands behind him, out of the towel and reaching the sand, following your body with his eyes; from your face to your stomach that was so full of him. “Yes, you are. You’re fuckin’ hot and good, pet.” He held your hands, putting them on his chest to give you support. You adjusted into him, rocking hard on top of him, making up for all the lost time. His hand dropped to your thigh, spanking it with a rigid snap, making you need to take a deep breath to keep yourself from being noisy. His face was serious, watching all of your moves, every inch of his attention making you feel even sexier. His full lips were pink and properly parted, not holding back, within seconds they were in your skin once again, marking every visible part of your collarbone. “No need to hold back, pet. There’s no one here, let me hear your sweet moans.” His hand went to your neck, rubbing his thumb through your veins, making you dizzy as you lost your strength.

“Sam,” you begged in vain. It was obvious you couldn’t be audible at all.

He held your body in place, guiding your movements with his so he could fuck you from underneath. Your curves were fitted into every inch of his frame. Your whole body and mind felt like jelly. “You’re such a good girl, you’re doing so great for me, takin’ me so fuckin’ well.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your temple as he tugged on your hair to get a better look at you. You were a mess, damp hair, swollen lips and drool pooling at the corners of your lips. “You’re so hot, pet.” He concluded breathlessly, holding your figure to himself. Your eyes rolled back, head back as your legs closed around him with you claiming his name. As noisy and dramatic as he expected you to be. Still embracing you tight, he kept working on you through your orgasm, hearing your soft sighs on his neck.

“You’re always so good to me, babe,” you buried your face into his skin, kissing all his salty spots. “You always treat me so good, exhaust me so well, make me feel so fuckin’ full.” Your voice cracked as you kissed every part of his face, so softly yet so hot for him. You still felt wet, running down him as his grip got even tighter and a guttural moan came out of his throat. He filled you up, warm and nice. “That’s my big boy!” You hugged him, stroking his curls.

You kept close to him, not that he would let you out, being showered with lazy kisses. He rested his forehead on yours, looking you right in the eye while rubbing his nose on your one, letting the silence comfort and restore both of your energy.

“It is dawning.” He said, making your cheeks heat up because only then you noticed. “You wanna go for a swim?”

You nodded, still tired, refusing to make any sound.

“Are you sure?” He smiled sweetly at you. “Do you want me to carry you there?”

“Yep, babe,” you replied with a lazy grin, squeezing your legs and arms around him like a koala.

You got up with his help, putting yourself in front of him as you waited for him to put on his underwear, feeling him dripping down your thighs. The feeling was quiet nice, fresh wind, wonderful sunshine, your boyfriend almost naked and traces of him still inside you.

He turned to you, cupping your chin and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure you’re not cold or anything else?”

“I’m sure, babe. Just water me.” You opened your arms to him.

He laughed, holding you aloft and running out to sea while making you laugh with him. You enjoyed every moment he took from his troubled days to stay with you, this one was no different, knowing you would spend the rest of the day at the beach with him, sharing cigarettes, having him pulling your bikini under the water or holding you on his back to get you taller in the water was wonderful. You would keep all these little details with you for when he was away again.

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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【ｓｅｘｘｘ　ｄｒｅａｍｓ】

💤Damiano X reader

NSFW🔥 smutty sexy dirrty talkin times with swearing & drinking

°Damiano David & female reader insert ✨ cameos by Victoria & Ethan

°🎶I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've had a couple drinks and... oh my God! Last night- Damn, you were in my sex dreams || Damiano corners you to ask why you've been behaving so strangely towards him all day

wordcount: 5,824

°requested by @lifeofa-fangirl & their pick from this list of smutty dialogue prompts. They selected 96: “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” & added fuel to thefire by specifying: Reader and Dami being friends and one of them saying this to the other, which leads to… stuff? - stuff you shall have my dear💋 ask & it shall be given-- requests are open!

°title/some of the dialogue stolen from Lady Gaga

"What did I do?"

You were startled out of your thoughts, feeling a body invading your personal space. Your hand slipped on the tray full of ice you had been trying to wrangle out of the freezer and it finally came free, onto the ground in front of Damiano's feet.

"Shit." You had been in the process of making yourself another drink, hoping that would help you act a bit more normal.

Poor timing and a lack of spatial awareness had you bending down, almost mirroring his movements. Your heads collided and you groaned, while he laughed. You put a hand to your forehead as you straightened up.

"Go sit down, I'll get it." He offered, crouched down in front of the upturned plastic tray. "You were having Fireball, right?"

"Yeah, but I can-"

"Shut up, I know how to make your favourite drink." He said and pointed to the kitchen counter. "Sit."

You did as you were told, even though this was exactly what you had been avoiding for the whole night. Somehow, in a house full of people, you had found yourself in an empty room, the only room that the party hadn't reached.

You were seated on the countertop, pushing your sweaty palms over your jeans in an effort to dry them. There was a strange lump in your throat and you weren't used to feeling this way around him. He was one of your oldest friends, usually you couldn't shut up when hanging out with him, the two of you could talk for hours, laughing at jokes that everyone else had long since grown tired of.

"So what did I do?" He reiterated.

"Huh?" You were looking at the glass that he had found a couple of ice cubes to drop into.

"You have been avoiding me all night and you didn't send me a Snap back, we're gonna lose our streak and you're my longest streak."

You thought of having his face pop up onto your phone every single morning for well over one hundred mornings in a row - no matter what he was doing, or where in the world he was. Sometimes it was a dumb filter, altering his features. Other times it was just the top of his face with the word streak typed over it.

You curled some hair behind your ear. "You're mine, too. You're the only person I've ever gotten to three digits with…" You pulled your phone out of your pocket and tapped on the yellow Snapchat icon.

"You had better be sending me a Snap right now."

"I am, I am." You took a photo of your shoe, not a single witty caption coming into your mind. You clicked through to the next screen, selecting the one and only recipient as Dorkus, his screen name - your nickname from him was the matching end of that insult, Malorkus.

He had selected a larger cup than what you had been drinking from all night, confidentially pouring in the whiskey. Then he added in the vanilla vodka. He looked up at you as he unscrewed the cap of the apple juice. "What is wrong? Oh…" His face fell. "Is it your nonna? How is she in the retirement home, it's been how long now, almost a month, right?"

You were surprised, feeling your earlier frostiness melting away. "She's doing well. I should get to see her soon, like, by the end of the month."

"That's fantastic."

He knew that your widowed grandmother had been moved from her home, into a facility where she would be taken care of, amongst people in the same age bracket - you had been getting coffee with him when you had gotten the call from your mum. He had held your hand and consoled you that it was okay to cry.

And then he remembered it, despite how much was going on for him - he was still there for you as an empathetic friend. But you had been avoiding him all night, imposing a distance that wasn't natural given your years of companionship.

"You didn't do anything. It's not- nothing's wrong."

He handed the glass to you and stood directly in front of your knees, his eyes piercing straight through your defences. "Well, what's going on? Where is your head at right now?"

"I…" You looked down at the drink and found yourself laughing, nervous, already embarrassed. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've had more than a couple of these and…" You laughed again, remembering and reliving that rush of endorphins you had woken into this morning. "Oh my God…"

"Oh my God, why can't you ever just enjoy something?" Victoria's voice came into the kitchen first, her face was missing her usual smile. She stalked toward the fridge. "You have to dissect everything until none of us can have fun with it anymore. Can't we-"

"It puts us back." Ethan had come in after her. "We can't let people outside the community think that it's okay and it's funny to joke about your gender being an inanimate object. Then they turn around and use shit like that to invalidate everyone's gender identity." You felt Damiano grab your hand and when you looked at him, he jerked his head to the exit of this room. "Why did she have to say it?"

"It was a joke. It was so obviously a joke." She snapped, removing the cap from a bottle of beer.

You slid off of the counter, bowing your head before either of the bickering friends could pull you into their discussion. You held onto Damiano's hand, following him to the doorway.

Ethan continued talking, seemingly not noticing. "Is it a particularly witty joke, to say that you identify as a Tony award? Is that really the best she…"

"That could take a while." You said quietly to Damiano.

"Yeah, let's talk in here…" He had found one of the guest rooms of Victoria's new home. Switching the light on, it was uninhabited. "Somewhere quiet."

You slowly stepped over the threshold, eyeing the bed that was the only piece of furniture in the room. You took a sip of your drink for courage as he shut the door. He sat down on the bed, looking at you - completely oblivious.

"What's up, baby girl?"

You had another sip. "Well, last night I…" You trailed off, feeling your cheeks growing hotter. "I had this dream, and- fuck, you couldn't keep your hands off of me. And maybe, in the dream, I didn't stop you and it got… uh, it got kinda nasty and I…" He was smiling, he looked positively thrilled. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"Wait, wait, wait. This is huge. I have to know everything."

"Motherfucker…"

"Has this ever happened before?"

"No, you've always had girlfriends and I guess, even in my subconscious, I respected that… Except…"

He was sitting forward, getting close to the edge of his seat. "Except?"

"Look, I'm a human being with functioning eyes and a beating heart so I think this is a natural reaction. But when you did that routine on the pole. That was just…" You cleared your throat uncomfortably. "That was a nice thing to watch and maybe I watched it a few times- actually, I watched all of the X Factor performances a lot, you guys are my friends and I was really excited for all of you and…"

He had gotten up from the bed, walking toward you. "How many times did you watch that one?"

"That was years ago, I don't remember…"

"A guess, then? If you had to guess."

You clung to your drink, unable to remember exactly how many you had already consumed since arriving. "I… it was so long ago…"

"Okay, something fresh in your mind then- tell me about your sex dream from last night." He had placed himself in front of you, close enough that you could smell his cologne and see the creases in the makeup under his eyes.

"Dami…" You attempted to stall by taking another sip, filling your mouth.

"I've had them about you before." He said with a casual shrug of his shoulder.

You almost choked on the liquid that was passing down your throat. "What?"

"Yeah, not heaps, but I dunno, like, seven times I guess, spread out over the years."

You exhaled shakily. "Oh. You've just had dirty dreams about me, more than five of them, sure, okay."

"What's the big deal? They're just dreams. One time I had a dream that I was adopting cats from George Bush- yeah, the former president of the United States. Do I think of him while I'm awake? No. Did I wake up feeling suddenly different about him? Also no." He said. "Dreams are weird and they only have meaning if we give them meaning."

"Right…"

"So what's going on here? You're kinda holding onto this dream."

"I dunno."

He licked his lips. "Was I better this time?" Your eyes grew wide. "You know, better than after Kiss This?"

You burst out laughing. "What are you saying?"

"Come on, it was clearly good enough to remember. Indulge me, darling. You kinda owe me a proper explanation, you really had me worried when you were avoiding me all day." He said. "Plus, I made you that drink."

You pushed your shoulders back slightly. "Why do you wanna know so bad?" He paused and you kept going, there was potential in you getting to turn the tables. "You're being such a perv’ right now. Why can't you drop this?"

"We've never lined up like this before - you're single, I'm single. Why can't we just have a bit of a nasty talk? You should get it out of your system…"

"Right, get it out of my system…"

He took the glass from you, helping himself to the last of your drink as he walked back over to the bed. You had thought about an alternate reality wherein you had met at the right time, what it could be like if you dated one of your best friends. Strangers had mistaken you for a couple more than once, which you would always laugh off. But he was attractive and there were times when you would catch yourself looking at him a bit too long, acknowledging how handsome he was.

He sat down on the bed, crossing his legs and looking at you with that devilish smile. "Or we can talk about something else? I think I can hear Ethan's voice, let's get him in here and he can explain whatever he was talking about before, that sounded real interesting and he's great at making his points quickly."

You laughed. "No, no, not necessary." You realised what his angle was - this was just like all of the times you had played truth or dare with him. He wanted to play and you didn't want to seem like a coward. You sat down next to him. "What do you wanna know, perv’?"

He turned to face you, crossing his legs in the space between you and leaning keenly forward. "How did it start?"

You looked skywards, as if trying to recall the perfect starting point. "Well… we had just apparated into the Slytherin dormitories and then…" You trailed off, unable to keep yourself from laughing at the genuine reaction on his face. "I'm kidding. I think we were in your old apartment, the one that just had the piano in there when you moved in."

"Aw, I loved that house. You got high for the first time in that house."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, what an amazing night that was - you and Tom laughing at me and throwing gummy worms at me while I just stared at the ceiling fan. Then I ate those gummy worms and every other gummy worm within walking distance and was violently ill the entire next day. That was a fuckin' scream."

"So how did it start, how did I seduce you? Did I use a killer line? Or did I maybe just give you a look and put my hand on your knee?" He asked, placing his hand on your knee. "And you just knew that you had to have me…"

This was beginning to feel less like a joke or a laugh between two friends at a party. But you were feeling the same rush of endorphins and the look on his face was only empowering you to keep talking.

"Actually we were just, like, chilling on your couch and showing each other shit on our phone - you know, as we do…"

"As we do." He repositioned, placing his back against the headboard and pulling on your arm, dragging you over to sit beside him. "Like this."

Your sides were pressed together now, the images from the dream were still so vivid. "Just like this. And I guess it was night 'cause the room was dark…"

"Like this?" He asked, stretching one arm out to switch the light off.

The darkness wanted to take over, but elements of the party continued to impose itself into the room. Although muffled by the shut door, the music could still be heard (an eighties pop song) and the fairy-lights strung up in the backyard could be viewed through the thin curtains. His face was mostly lost to the shadows now, but you knew him well enough that you could probably guess at his expressions.

"Yeah, but we could still kinda see 'cause of our phones and the tv was on, it was the blue screensaver or whatever."

"Ooh, mood lighting, very nice." He said.

You licked your lips. "Yeah, so we were hanging out and then you did your little trick of undoing my bra, 'cause you always do that."

"Probably 'cause I was trying to get your attention…" You felt the warmth of his hand as his fingers explored the back of your shirt. "'Cause it always gets your attention." Within seconds, you felt the elastic around your torso relax. "Did it work?"

It was a move of pure reflex as you pushed the fallen strap of your bra back onto your shoulder. "Yes, it did. And I went to tell you off, you know, like I do…"

"Like you do." He said, his voice soft and all you could think about was how his arm was still around you.

"But I didn't… um, I didn't get to say anything 'cause right then- in the dream, you kissed me." You laughed breathlessly. "And that pretty much shut me up, as I'm sure you can imagine."

"I think I could imagine." He had rested his forehead against yours and you were glad to not have to see how his eyes were undoubtedly staring straight into your soul right now. "It was probably an open-mouthed kind of kiss, right?" His fingers moved to your chin. "And it'd be the kind of kiss that you can't help but keep going. I would imagine…"

"Yeah." You whispered.

His hand slid up your face, caressing your cheek before moving so much closer. All that you could smell was the cinnamon whiskey.

His lips met yours and you instantly kissed him back, experiencing how your bottom lip could fit so well between both of his. His lips were soft and warm, soothing even as your heart started to race.

You had stopped thinking about the dream - the only thing that mattered was right here, finally being kissed by Damiano.

He adjusted his arm around you, properly holding you. You put your hand to the leather strap around his neck, grasping it as a silent invitation to go on. Your legs were getting tangled with his.

His tongue tasted your lips, which parted in response, your excitement ready to bubble over. His tongue glided into your mouth, making you moan and hold onto the top of his body harness firmer. You felt his tongue rake across the roof of your mouth and you put your other arm around his shoulders. You were pressing your chest into his more-and-more - this was definitely no longer a joke, it was also no longer something you could walk away from.

One of his hands played with your hair, making you melt all the more as you tilted your head to give him the ideal angle. His tongue massaged against your own and you were getting so weak - all of these sensations flying to your head, which was already buzzing pleasantly due to the alcohol.

You sighed heavily when his mouth left yours, but he continued to hold you close, keeping you where you felt so secure.

"Did it go something like that, in the dream?" He asked.

"Mm-hmm, something like that…" Your hand had moved lower on the body harness and now you held the strap that ran directly down the centre of his chest. You pushed your fingers down, then back up and slowly down again.

"What did I do next?" He asked, kissing you quickly. "Did I keep kissing you? Or did I take your clothes off so I could see that beautiful body?"

"We took our clothes off."

"What a fuckin' amazing idea." He let go of you and you heard the zipper of his pink pants being pulled down. You discarded your top and the already-unhooked bra. You had just put your hands to your belt, when he covered them with his own. "Let me."

You released your hands. "Yes Daddy."

"Tell me more about your dream, darling." His breath was hot on your face as he undid your belt, then your jeans.

"You were kissing down my neck…"

"Spettacolare." He sounded relieved.

He put his lips to your neck, pressing harder than he had at your mouth. You lifted your ass briefly, allowing him to tug the jeans down, getting them to beneath your knees. You felt his lips dragging over your neck, his tongue sporadically surprising you with some quick swipes.

Your panties were wet with the warm arousal you had been developing. His hands moved over your exposed skin, fingers touching light enough to cause a pleasant tickle.

"Did you lock the door?" You asked.

"Yes."

"Is it- this is Vic's housewarming party, is it, like, trashy if we…"

He raised his head, finishing your sentence. "If we fuck in her house before she gets the chance to?"

"Yeah."

"But we're not at Vic's new house, we're in my old apartment, remember? It's just you and me and we're gonna fuck on my couch. Unless you…"

"Yes. I mean, no- I mean, yes." You laughed with him. "I mean, I wanna keep going. I didn't wake up before the good bit, so I think we kinda need to keep going, right?"

"Right." He pushed back into you, your lips meeting in a breathless kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, needing all of his body against yours. "How did I fuck you in your dream? Did I make you come?"

"Yes, yes, you did."

"God, I wanna make you come."

You kissed him again, the two of you finding a synergy that made you feel like you were flying. It was so effortless - one movement leading to the next as if this wasn't the first time, as if his body already knew what yours needed.

"Do you have protection?" You asked.

"Yes. In my wallet-y phone case thingy, which is in my pants, which are…" He trailed off, looking down trying to spot the shorts in the darkness. "Ah, right here."

"Are you gonna keep that on?" You asked, giving the Gucci body harness a tug.

"Do you want me to?"

You smiled, your cheeks getting hotter. "Kinda, yeah."

"Then it stays on." He said, his hands going to your hips. "How did I fuck you? Were you on top, 'cause I've definitely had dreams about that before."

"That sounds really good, but I'm more of a bottom- a power bottom. And we were- you, like, took advantage of the fact that we were on the couch and we were sitting up, chest-to-chest."

"Oh, that sounds good." His hot skin pressed against yours as he kneeled in front of you. "Something like this, baby girl?" He put his hand to your hair, pushing his fingers through the length before grabbing some of it in his hand. He pulled on it, forcing your chin up so you could look at his shadowy face. "Is this how I fucked you?"

"Uh-huh."

He kissed you and you instantly put your arms around him tightly because you couldn't stand having him break away again. This time there wasn't anything but heat, the intensity stealing all of the air from your lungs. His hands explored down your back, grasping and trying to find the best spot to hold you.

When his tongue entered your mouth, it came with such purpose that you felt excitement flood your pussy. Your hips swung up to collide with him as he massaged the roof of your mouth. You moved your hand up to the nape of his neck, your fingers scratching against his scalp. Then you secured some of his hair between your fingers, it was beginning to get long enough to be played with properly. You had teased him that he looked like a dweeb after he'd cut his hair the shortest it had ever been - you had played it off as a joke, but there had been real disappointment. But now, there was enough to tug on.

His lips left yours again, making your head spin as he kissed along your neck. You held onto his shoulder, feeling the hungry quality of these kisses and you wanted more - as much as possible. You craved him with every beat of your heart, scratching into his scalp when you felt him suck on your neck. You wanted him to leave marks, that was something that couldn't be accomplished in your dream.

His hands moved down to your breasts, appreciating each of them as your nipples grew harder. His eyes met yours before his mouth opened, the heat engulfing one of your nipples. Then his tongue pushed across the nub and you exhaled shakily. He took you into his mouth, lips creating suction and sending a delicious pressure into your chest. You curled your hand into a fist around his hair, feeling some of the styling product slide onto your fingers.

His lips were soon at your other nipple, covering it in his saliva and bringing all the sensitive nerves here to life. His hand caressed down your back, slowly, tracing your spine. He was so generous, bringing you a smorgasbord of different sensations - an intoxicating combination of his lips and tongue and the lightest grazes from his teeth.

He left your breasts aching for more, lifting back up to kiss you on the lips. But before you could draw him in for something deeper, he had ducked down again - leaving you to lick his taste from your lips. His hand moved down the front of your body, pushing you gently until you reclined - too excited to lie down entirely.

He had shifted down, onto the carpet, on his knees. Your legs drifted apart as you bit into your bottom lip and hoped the shadows in the room would keep him from seeing the way you trembled. Your excitement had reached a fever pitch and you could feel so much heat pooling in your cunt, which was so ready for his attention.

Your throat clenched and your knees locked at the first touch of his mouth on your cunt - so confident, so curious, maybe he was just as excited as you. His lips laid upon your labia majora, an affectionate kiss to the scorching hot skin. You were already holding your breath, you could only hope that the music would be loud enough to drown out any of the sounds you could feel yourself wanting to release for him.

He chose to ignore your throbbing clit, instead placing his lips to the left, cradling one of your folds between them. You sank your teeth into your lip all the more when you felt him sucking on the fold. He worked it over, the skin here loosening as you felt blood rushing there in a way you had never known before.

He released the lip, a heavy exhale delivering his hot breath all over your cunt as he repositioned. He sucked the opposite labia into his mouth, a tender pressure applied to this area, enough to make you squirm. You were being lulled, the rhythm was so decadent, so thorough.

You were surprised by him suddenly moving, his tongue tasting your cunt as he drew a zig-zagging line up from between your separated labia. He was toying with it all, starting at your entrance and coming up to your clit. You could feel yourself weeping for him, getting ready to give him all of you.

He pulled his mouth back, but kept your pussy warm with his hand as he started to sit up again. With some effort, you were able to lift your head to find him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You didn't say anything about this in your dream, but I… I took the initiative." He sounded proud of himself. "I just had to know what you tasted like, kitten."

You felt your soul being lit aflame, a name that you had never been called before. He'd had a lot of nicknames for you over the years, but this one was an immediate favourite. You wanted to do whatever it took to get him to keep calling you that.

"And to the surprise of no one- you taste amazing." He was smiling and you could smell your arousal on his breath as he leant back into you.

You lifted yourself up to put your arms around his neck, drawing him in for more kisses. He tasted different and he kissed differently, deeper, with more urgency. You tilted your head, your lips parting and you could feel that he was taking this all the more seriously now.

"Chest-to-chest?" He asked softly.

You nodded, arching your back so that you could press against him more. "Chest-to-chest."

He stole a few more kisses from you, settling in as he perfectly fit in between your legs. He caressed your tensed thigh. "I like this, 'cause then I can watch you while I fuck you…" He raised himself up a bit more, more of his skin on yours as you noticed his erection and how close to you it was getting. "'Cause I wanna know, I wanna know that you like it, I wanna know that you're feeling all of it." His lips ghosted over yours and you edged forward a little more. "I wanna watch this gorgeous face as I make your dreams come true…"

You shivered, holding him tighter still. "Yes, please Daddy."

He moaned into your mouth as your lips collided again. But this time was more than a kiss and he was using his strong hands to pull you forward, bringing you to where his tip could begin to line up with your slit. Your mouth fell slack and you rocked your hips against his a little, seeking friction.

You whimpered at the feeling of him burying into you. Your walls fluttered as more of his length was eased into you. Despite how weak you were feeling, you raised your legs to wrap around him.

"Fuckin' Hell…" You sighed, clinging to him tighter than you had anyone before. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"I don't…" He said quietly, his voice was wavering. He planted a hand by your ass, his hand curling into a fist as he braced himself. "I don't know… I just don't- what were we thinking?"

"We were thinking stupid things. But we don't need to think anymore. We can just feel."

"Yes, please." He said onto your mouth before covering it with more kisses.

You were so sensitive to him, feeling every inch that filled you. Your lips moved slowly as you surrendered happily to him, not having to question anything, just following one movement after the other. This rhythm was so easy to fall into, and you knew that you would be taken care of.

He started into a tender pace, finding the right way to swing up into you. You rolled your hips into his, your bodies working together and spreading the fire that you wanted to be consumed by.

He drew in a sharp inhale as he picked up speed, causing you to spasm around him. You were whining from deep in your throat as you kissed him, his mouth muffling the sounds of you trying to not become overwhelmed too fast.

You felt him throbbing inside of you and he fell away from your mouth, sighing out your name. He tilted his head back, seeming to get lost in the building momentum. You let your thighs squeeze around him as you kissed across the skin on his throat, currently pulled so taut. You felt his pulse on your lips, racing as he rocked into you with more determination.

"Oh, fuck me…" He whispered, getting faster and almost pushing you over.

You let your movements become erratic as powerful trembles radiated out from your pussy, swarming your whole body. Your hips slammed into his and he was soon groaning from the effort.

Your lips moved lazily across his skin, your breathing laboured. You slid your hand up to grab a handful of his hair, your head spinning as you listened to these brand new noises being drawn from him.

"God, yes, oh yes. Give it to me, Daddy. Oh please, give it… ah, give it to me. I've needed this for so, so, so fuckin' long…"

He readjusted the way he was holding you and you looked up at him. He put one hand to the side of your face, watching your reactions as his moves devolved away from any smoothness. He was jerking into where your hips stuttered, one desperate buck after another.

You became daunted by the way he was looking into your eyes, so enraptured, making you think he was trying to commit all of this to memory. You wanted to shy away, to hide your face and keep him from seeing the uncontrolled expressions that would come from your climax. This was what you usually did during sex, a pre-emptive move to avoid embarrassment.

But you didn't this time, even as the friction took you to a higher level. You kept your eyes on him even as you felt yourself pushed to the edge.

"Oh God, oh yes…" Heat gripped you around your hips as your energy failed you. "Dami- fuck, Damiano, yes, yes!”

You collapsed back, your body quaking as the climax powered through you. Your cunt continued to clench greedily around him as he worked himself through to his own release, still on his knees in front of you.

He applied his hips into long and focused thrusts, stroking inside of you as he started to unravel. You put your hand out, wrapping it around the strap of his body harness. You pushed down against him, wrecked by the passion but powerless to stop all the same.

"Fuckin' yes, yes, yes, oh yes." Each collision into you was marked by these building chants and you could feel him hitting so deep within you. "Yes, ye-ess-ah… un, fuck."

His body landed on top of yours, his sweaty skin covering yours. Your hands reached out and found his, immediately grasping them. This kept you connected to him, even after he had pulled out.

“We can stay here for a while, right?” He asked, gasping for air and you squeezed his hands. “No one’s missing us out there.”

“Out where?” You asked. “We aren’t at Vic’s housewarming party, remember? ‘Cause we’re at your old apartment.”

“Right.” He looked up at you, smiling.

“Do you remember that first New Years Eve in that house- you guys were going through your nerf gun phase. And Thomas was the first one to pass out and we jammed two of the foam bullets up his nostrils.”

He laughed. “Of course I remember that, Tom doesn’t, but I do. We made so many blanket forts in that house.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a gigantic dork just pretending to be a grown-up. In fact, you are, as we say in Latin, a dorkus malorkus.”

“Takes one to know one.” He said, climbing up onto the bed alongside you and pulling you into his arms. You savoured the smell of him and how it felt to have him so close, to have your bodies fit together so perfectly. “I wonder if the people who have lived there since have managed to get all the glitter out of the carpet…”

“I sincerely doubt that. That was where we always got ready to go out the most. And, if I remember correctly, you had salt shakers full of loose glitter.”

“Oh yeah, I think I lost those in one of the moves.” He said. “Okay, but do you remember the first Halloween in that house?” He raised one arm and started to sing. “This is…” On the next word he brought his arm down in an aggressive swing. “...Halloween.” He raised his arm again. “This is… Halloween.”

You laughed as you joined him, mimicking the actions you had made on that night. “This is… Halloween.”

And it was like you were back there, laughing so hard that your ribs hurt as the two of you chucked pieces of candy way down from his balcony, to the people walking around in the common area below. He had gotten so annoyed when no trick-or-treaters had come to his door, up on the tenth floor - which you had warned him would happen. He wanted to share the abundance of candy anyway, deciding that throwing was a suitable way of spreading the cheer of the yearly holiday.

You had sung as you pegged one piece of candy after another. One of his neighbours had gotten mad enough to start yelling blasphemies at you, a scary amount of conviction in his voice. You had thought Damiano might kiss you that night and you had wanted him to, but neither of you had made the move. Instead falling asleep on the couch together after watching The Simpsons Halloween specials.

“Thank you for telling me about your dream.” He said, leaning in close to you again.

You trailed off from your giggles, but kept grinning as he kissed you. “I’m feeling like this won’t be the last. I mean, now I have all of this extra material for my brain to incorporate next time…”

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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about your build-a-blurb repost🚪✨🛏️ with loki and reader, perhaps? i absolutely adore your writing, keep it up! ^__^

Ohhh my god thank you for the ask, I so wanted to write one like this!

🛏 only one bed

✨ friends with benefits

🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader

Word count: 1.2 k (I'm incapable of writing blurbs, I don't know why I signed up for this)

Warnings: implied sex.

The door knocked four times. Your sign to know it was Loki behind that door. You said a quick “hold on a second” and arranged a bit your room, straightening the bedsheets and quickly changing into something better, yet still casual. You checked your hair one last time in the mirror before opening the door with an overly dramatic sexy pose, just to make him laugh.

Laughing, he did not. Although, he did chuckle —and considering his state it seemed to be the first time in a long time since he felt any kind of joy.

He was a disaster. Eyebags to the floor, a pale looking face that didn’t match his usual pink undertones, his always-so-immaculate hair seemed unwashed and uncontrollable. But all of that was nothing compared to the look on his face. He seemed almost broken. Puffy eyes, crystalizing yet again, as if he had been crying all day long.

“Loki, love, what ha—”, you asked with concern, but his big hands interrupted you by pulling you in for a deep and long kiss. He directed you two inside and closed the door with a kick, his lips never leaving yours, dragging you with his whole body.

His hands roamed around your body, touching every bit of it, and without saying anything, he threw you to the mattress and kept kissing you. He was desperate, almost animalistic. He didn’t stop for one second, and started undressing you.

Now, you were all in for this. You absolutely were. But—he wasn’t okay. You could see it in him. And he was looking to cover it all up with rough sex —which it was totally fine, if it weren’t for the fact that you cared enough for him to actually make him feel better, not just lay and leave. So, you broke the kiss.

“Loki—”.

He growled and kissed you again, deeper than before. You had to hold back to keep on going, and you put your hands around his face, cupping his cheeks. You broke the kiss again and rested your forehead on his to stop him from kissing you again. He sighed in frustration.

“What”.

“Stop a second, please”, you asked in a whisper. He knit his brows.

“Do you not want this?”.

“Yes, but—”.

“Then why do we stop?”.

“Can we talk just… for a moment?”, you whispered, sure that he would leave. He rolled his eyes and began moving away from you, ready to leave to his room since you clearly didn’t have what he wanted at the time, but you locked his hips against you with your legs keeping him in place. “Loki”.

“I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck you”, he said, his voice equally in a whisper. You nodded.

“Yes, I want that too”, you caressed his hair, combing your fingers through the knots and straightening it a little. He looked at you in confusion. You were being so tender —he didn’t want you to be tender. He didn’t want his best friend who always cared for him and talked about everything. He didn’t want that best friend who was clearly growing a big crush on the God of Thunder. He wanted his friend-with-benefits to take him out of his misery for one stupid evening. He wanted you to shut up and— “Are you okay?”.

And with those three damned words he realized he couldn’t move away. He let his naked torso fall on top of yours and his head to rest on your chest, surrounding your waist with his arms, as close to you as he could. He breathed in your scent, and choked up a sob. No—he can’t allow himself to cry, not in front of you.

You kept on caressing his scalp and waiting for him to find it in him to talk. He took a while, listening to the thunderstorm outside, the wind moving the trees, the water aggressively falling against your window. Finally he sighed against your skin and looked up at you, his red eyes betraying him once again.

“I’m sorry”.

“Don’t be. I just want you to be okay”.

He moved closer to your face and sank his nose on your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. You giggled, and he stayed there for a while, not daring breaking the moment. But he had to.

“I’m not okay”, he sighed. He rested his chin on your chest, making deep eye contact. “I know it’s not my place to say this…”, he trailed off, and regretted the decision of actually talking to you. But he had to keep going. “I don’t want you to fall for my brother”.

You furrowed your brows. What on Earth is he talking about? If you were falling —and falling hard, for that matter— for anyone, it was for him, and him only. Did he actually think you were falling for Thor?

“What?”.

“I know it may sound egoistical of me, and I have no place in our friendship to say this, but I’m not just saying it as a friend with benefits”, he explained himself, a slight blush creeping into his pale face. “I overheard you talking to James about it. I don’t want to share you with Thor. Not you”, he muttered. “I don’t want to lose you”.

Your face lit up in a big grin, and you pulled Loki in for another kiss —a sweet one, deep and caring, trying to convey all the love you were bottling up for this man all at one, at that moment.

“What are you saying, you grown man? Were you crying because of a crush?”, you teased, and he chuckled, denying with his head. “Why would you think I like your brother? I barely talk to him”.

“I overheard you. You said you loved a God, and you were talking about how screwed you were because he was too good for you, and you’d never get him to love you as you loved him”, he said, rolling his eyes and mocking your voice. You suppressed a smile.

Did he really not see you were talking about him?

“So, there are two Gods in the compound”, you said, tracing your fingers through the muscle lines of his shoulders, “and between the one that’s on top of me naked and that reads me to sleep every night, and the one that barely waves at me hello when he sees me, you choose to think I was talking about the last one?”.

Loki froze in place. He stared at you, looking for any trace of a joke, or a lie, or your teasing.

“You’re saying you were talking about… me?”.

“Of course I was, Loki”, you sighed out a laugh, not believing he was actually this dense. Wasn’t he the God of Mischief?

“This isn’t funny”.

“Do you see me laughing?”.

“A little, yes”, he said, and you rolled your eyes with a smirk. “It’s not funny because I’m very, very, deep in love with you. And I couldn’t stand it if you were playing with my feelings right now”.

You felt your heart shrink, a tug on your chest you haven’t felt for a long time, and you pulled him in for a kiss once again, smiling against his lips.

“I love you so, so much”.

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chocolatechimsugakookie2 · 2 years

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What BTS songs remind me of each 4Town member☺️

(if they were based in now a days)👀

Jesse- He definitely gives me ‘Film Out’ and ‘Life Goes On’. There is just something about him that’s very smooth and home like which is why I chose ‘Life Goes On’, but for ‘Film Out’ I just have a feeling he would like it🤷🏽‍♀️. Now for upbeat, this man definitely seems like he would like ‘Mic Drop’ and yes he knows the choreo😌. He sings Taehyungs (V) ‘Sweet Night’ very very well✨

Robaire- ‘Pied Piper’ for sure!!! This is definitely his all time favorite song no doubt. This man is a heartthrob to manyyy fans so the lyric “I’m taking over you” is something he takes serious! He lovesss the song ‘Like’ he feels cool when he sings it! He is also a big ‘Dynamite’ fan and has the choreo down packed!😁 He also sings Jungkooks ‘Still With You’ beautifully.✨

Aaron T- He absolutely loves the upbeat ones so ‘FIRE’ is this mans favorite song and choreo to do!! (And he nails it everytime he does it with Tae) (Also throughout the house you can definitely hear him yell the first part of the song “불타오르네 (bultaoreune) FIREEEEEE OH!!”). Don’t even get me started for the love he has for the rap line!! He loves every single ‘Cypher’ they have and he knows all the words to ‘Ddaeng’ and ‘UGH’. T slays every time he sings Taehyungs (V) ‘Singularity’ and ‘Stigma’.✨

Aaron Z- ‘Black Swan’ is definitely something he gives off!! It’s cool and sleek definite music to his ears! He also really gives ‘Just One Day’, the way the song flows just matches him (if that makes any sense). This man and Tae absolutely loves ‘ON’ and they do the choreo together all the damn time and leaves no fucking crumbs!! So there is something I’ve been thinking of for a while and that is Z Sings and performs Jungkooks ‘My Time’ effortlessly! This performance is so sexy but with lyrics so meaningful and Z takes it and run with it!!✨

Taeyoung- Baby can tear up ‘Idol’!!! No don’t about it! The moment he hears the instrumental in the beginning and then the famous “They call me artist. They call me idol” this man is up and ready to kill! ‘Boy With Love’ is definitely one of his top tier and does the choreo with old man Jesse every time it comes on! The song also just really matches Taes aura to me. I don’t care what anyone say but this man eats up ‘No more Dream’ and ‘War of Harmones’ choreo. When ever people see him do Jimins part in ‘No More Dream’ jaws are absolutely dropped. Tae sings and performs Jimins song ‘Filter’ extremely well! Tae is the definition of duality because everyone thinks he is the adorable youngest, but his body language and facial expressions when he performs is hardcore and when ‘Filter’ comes on he puts on a show!

A quick little scene 😆

(As I said before, this would be if they were based nowadays!!)

A normal day in the 4Town household.

Everyone just winding down in the living room.

Jesse: *scrolling through YouTube on the Tv*.

T: *on his phone waiting patiently for Jess to find something on YouTube*.

Robaire: *flops on the couch with a bag of chips*

Tae: *eyes glued to the screen helping Jess find something to watch*

Z: *slightly dozing off due to boredom*

Jesse: Passes by a BTS video.

T: “HEY LOOK TAE ITS YOU AND YOUR SECRET OTHER GROUP BTS!”

Robaire: *chuckles while eating his chips*

Z: *Stops dozing off to watch the whole ordeal*

Taeyoung: “Stop saying that’s me T!” *with an eye roll*

Jesse: *egging it on* “Yeah T stop, you know that’s just his long lost brother”

T, Robaire, and Jesse: *starts cackling hysterically*

Z: *slight smirk on his face but stays silent*

Taeyoung: *fed up with everything and takes Ro’s chips and throws them at everyone* *yes including Z since he is just there*

T and Jesse: *not caring and still cackling*

Robaire: *mouth dropped and quietly says* “My chips”.

Z: *with chips stuck in his hair* “Bruh I ain’t even do shit”.

#4 town #4town headcanons #4town aaron t #4town robaire #4town aaron z #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4 town headcanons #4townie #4town #bts #4*town #4town imagines

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First Date Sex: Marc

(Untitled series, part 4b)

Summary: oh, the fun with Steven (actually, it’s Marc).

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Warning: SMUT! NSFW. 18+. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (m receiving). Cockwarming. Rough sex. Manhandling.

Author Notes: Written on tumblr, so no word count. If you know the WC. Tell me and I will add it. 😊 This is entirely SMUT with some character interaction. Enjoy! Jake is next. Hehe.

August 7 (6A) | August 6C | August 8th

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So, we fell asleep. Ok, I know I fell asleep and then woke up to a mouth on my breast with a hand on the other. I shifted to try to look at Steven but it seemed he was laying on top of me. Why I didn’t want up before? I have no idea but I’m sure it’s because of the sexy dreams I was having about him. >.>

I could feel his cock against his other leg, hand on my thigh and raking his nails up it. I shuddered at the sensation. Mmm, I love nails on my skin too much for my own good. I woke up sopping wet. When he pinched my nipple and twisted ever so slightly, I was begging for more and basically overstimulated which meant words were practically non-existent for me. So, I just pushed my chest up and he quickly understood. He pulled on my nipple and bit the other at the same time which brought me over the edge. I shuddered and moaned and thrusted into him. I think I ripped the sheet when I tried to grab on to something. Glad they were cheap.

He finally let go with a chuckle. It was middle of the night and the only light on was the lamp near the tub, so I could see his face and the damned smirk on it. I hated seeing that for some reason. “Come ‘ere,” I demanded and licked my lips. He crawled up my naked body with his. Omg! He felt so good. His skin is surprisingly soft though his cock was very much hard. The stamina this man has is delicious. I just hope to be able to endure it all.

He hovered over me. His arms boxing me in. He almost looked different. I don’t know how to explain it. It was Steven but it wasn’t. I thorough enjoyed every bit of it. I just assumed he was comfortable with me. Some people sex is like that and I am one of those people but not everyone is. I admit I didn’t expect Steven to be. I just hope he didn’t go down on me again. I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t pass out again and didn’t want to scare him again. 🤦

He wrapped his fingers in my hair in fists and pulled as he kissed me. His tongue knew all the right places in my mouth to skim and lick. I was awake. My heart was pounding and I was ready to do whatever he wanted. All he had to do was ask.

He decided to leave bruises on the other side of my neck. I would have been fine with bruises on bruises but thought it was too early to tell my date I’m a masochist in bed.

He went about to differently. He nipped his way down then went back up with sloppy kisses that turned the nips into fucking hickeys, and then he found the spot below my ear and bit my ear….

I definitely need to find the right concealer before Monday.

My ear, man. He licked and nibbled the edge. It was like fire straight to my center with ever single nip and lick, and then he just bit it. I mean a full on bite. I screamed through another orgasm and pretty sure in his ear. He just kept going on my fucking ear and kept dragging it out. I wrapped my arms around him. I had trouble being able to breath between. He finally stopped and kissed my sore ear.

I hate him.

He rolled on his side, propped himself up on his elbow and watched me with a half smirk on his face as I recovered. I really hope my landlord doesn’t kick me out of my flat. That would funny and totally Steven’s fault.

I remember trying to glare at him and he just chuckled.

“Steven,” I began.

“Marc,” he corrected me.

I looked at him confused, shrugged, “Ok. Marc. Is that with a K or a C or a Q?”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

I laughed. “I went to high school with a guy who spelled it m-a-r-q-u-e and pronounced it just like yours.”

I made him face palm himself. It was great. I threw my head back when he did and I’m laughing at his reaction.

“C,” he said quietly then tried to tickle my side.

“Hey, no.”

He grinned and I could see him trying to decide he was going to challenge my ‘No’.

I rolled on my side facing him and gently grabbed his cock in my hand. I got a gasp then a groan from him. I quirked at eyebrow at him when I did. He immediately started tickling me, the bastard, and rolled on top of me as he did. I was done with him doing that.

I shifted my legs and got my hands on his chest, then flipped him over. He was very surprised and I think slightly winded. I kind of half landed on him. I straddled his hips and sat up. He quickly recovered.

When I told him, “I said Marc, no tickling,” he tried it again. I blocked his hands and moved them out of the way. He was surprised but recovered quickly and tried again. So, I blocked his hands but grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. I kissed his nose then and chuckled.

The look he gave me was like his best seductive look that came out more like Flynn from Tangled.

I sat up and laughed. He is such a dork. I love it.

Ok, I actually LOVE laughing though not so much from tickling. It’s almost a turn on when someone can make me laugh— definite brownie points; it isn’t a kind of a fetish. Not sure what it is.

I tried to stop laughing but he surprised me. He sat up, put his arms around me and kissed my nose. It stopped me though I still had a big ol’ grin.

“What are you doing, Marc?”

“Enjoying myself,” he responded with a bit of a bad English accent. I was a bit surprised but tried my best not show it.

“Good,” I replied.

I think that threw him off. Makes me wonder about precious relationships Steven’s had.

With the pause he had, I kissed him on the lips and I tried to be so loving in it. I didn’t want passion or fire. I wanted…expression. I don’t even know if this even makes sense.

I kissed him and I tried to put how I felt in the kiss. It was wonderful with him kissing me back. So sweet and gently but yummy and sexy. I remember adding my fingers through his hair and started pulling on it; he almost growled from it.

I shuddered at the noise. That sound went straight through me like fire. I wanted him to do it again so I took a hand full of hair and pulled a little hard. He growled then. I pulled back and he was looking at me. I said, “Do that again.”

And he did.

I moaned at the noise.

He kind of pounced on me, even though he was sitting. I really enjoyed his sudden change. He was more aggressive and it felt so good on my skin. He bit my shoulder; I nearly came from that alone. He did this sort of soft scrapping where he bit me with his teeth that I don’t really know how to describe but he could do that all the time and I would just be in heaven, and probably cum too much, hahaha!

Didn’t realize how wound up I still was but laughter tends to do that for me. 🤷‍♀️

I started stroking his cock. I was done with all the foreplay. I wanted his cock inside me. He moved down to my chest and started nipping around my breasts. He even swirled around one nipple than the other. I was leaning back and he held me as he did the same to the other. Everything he did just went to my core and I was already close to cumming.

I had to push on him to stop so I could change positions. He was nice and hard. I stood on my knees and positioned him then slowly slid down. It felt so good. It’s almost like when you work out and you feel that good sore afterwards. It’s sort of like that. It just was so good. I bottomed out on him and sat there for a few seconds to adjust but he wasn’t waiting and started to pull out then back up suddenly. I moaned at the movement. I started moving in time with him. He wrapped his arms back around me.

Sloppy kisses. Meeting thrust after thrust. Him groaning. It was like a back and forth of moans but then he growled and that undid me. It was so intense. I could feel myself clench so hard around him like I was trying to just milk him for all he had. It felt so go as he kept thrusting into me. I remember chewing on my lip and let go. He got that lower lip and sucked on it. It was another set of explosions in me.

He started not quite meeting my thrusts and I could feel him swell. He squeeze me to him and gave me an open mouth kiss where he moaned into my mouth. I think I came again or peaked again because I remember groaning into his.

We were spent and sat there holding each other for a minute or two kissing. It was so comfortable being in his arms and just being there.

I pulled back and rested my head on his shoulder nuzzling to his neck. He kissed the shoulder he could reach and then fell back.

I smiled into his neck at his action. I slid my arms from around him. He slipped out as I adjusted and rolled off of him. I really liked this.

I could get used to this but sex and affection, who couldn’t?

I laid on my side facing him and he reciprocated.

He grabbed my free hand and kissed my knuckles. “I like how you have skills, Y/N.”

I knew exactly what he meant. I chuckled at his words, a grin stuck on my face, and shook my head, “I’m the youngest of an older sister and brother. I hope I can take care of myself. We were rather rough to each other as kids. It was fun wrestling and sparring at times but had to learn some skills to not get bruised or battered so much.”

“Tell me about them,” Steven/Marc asked me. I was surprised since we hadn’t really discussed family a ton, only touched on it. “We’re very related and sometimes that is a bad thing because it’s easy to push buttons without even realizing it, old habits I guess. Other times, my sister and I are worlds apart. She had a much harsher childhood than I did and while things got better, it left some issues that aren’t easily resolvable. It made growing up interesting but it wasn’t until like five years ago things were even figured out and understood.” I smiled after that’s I love my sister but she can push my buttons so quick and easy. It’s a pain when I can’t change or switch that up.

“My brother, we’ve always been close. We have a lot in common and kind of my best friend, I think. Not sure he feels the same way but,” I shrugged as I thought. “It doesn’t matter. He’s mine and I trust him with my life. I’m lucky in that regard.”

Steven/Marc held an arm up, “Come ‘ere.”

I tried not to grin so much and rolled into him. I wiggled my butt against him and stuck my tongue out at him when he poked me in the rib. I rest my head on his arm.

He is fucking muscle, man. I mean why the fuck does he work at a gift shop. Why the fuck is Donna a god damned bitch about him not being a tour guide? I mean seriously. It’s amazing the amount of knowledge he has and he so comfortable talking about it with anyone. He could be a fucking professor. Hot professor with those sexy reading glasses and teaching me French as I suck his cock. Mmmm.

That reminds me…

#moon knight #moon bois #elle em bee #oscar isaac #marc spector fanfiction #Marc Spector #Marc Spector x reader #marvel #mcu #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #Marc Spector smut #untitled series #Steven Grant #reader insert #journal entry fic #first person pov

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Fatal Love/ 2

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 5.4k

Includes- Oral, tongue fucking, face fucking, lazy sex, soft sex from behind, awkward meeting with ex, stalking, Jimin needs comfort, threats against reader

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"I'll get the food", I tell him as he sits at a table in the cafe we decided on

This cafe has an app that we ordered on

All we have to do is sit down and get the food when it's ready

"You sure? I can do it"

"Oh please Min, it's coffees and bagels. I think I can manage"

He laughs, "Well I tried"

I roll my eyes, "I'll be back"

Getting to the counter, the worker tells me that our food will be out in a few minutes

Scrolling through my phone, I lean against the counter to wait

The worker sets a tray in front of me with our food, drinks and napkins

Grabbing the tray, I turn to bring our order to the table and I stop when I see a girl sitting across him

And Jimin looks terrified

It has to be Ae-Cha

I don't recognize her from behind

Last time I saw her she has short blond hair

But now her hair is black and long

She's talking animatedly, her hands moving around

But I'm worried for Jimin

Aside from terror he looks anxious, looking for a way out

I'll be his way out

I walk to the table, Jimin's eyes flying to me

I just smile encouragingly at him and walk around the table to his side

"I got the food baby", I say, sitting down, kissing his cheek, giving him his coffee and food

Then I turn to Ae-Cha

"Hi. Who are you?"

I'm pretending I don't know her

Which if I'm honest I don't really remember what she exactly looks like

The hair is throwing me off

But seeing her face, I just get so angry at what she did to Jimin

What she put him through

"Joanne? It's me. Ae-Cha"

I feign surprise, "Ae-Cha? Oh wow I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Two years", she nods

"Right right", I answer, taking Jimin's hand and lacing our fingers

Ae-Cha eyes our hands, her eye ticking

"So where have you been?", I ask

I feel Jimin squeeze my hand but I just rub my thumb on the back of his hand to relax him

I'm not going to say anything he told me

I'm just acting like the normal girlfriend meeting an ex again

Pretending I have no idea about their relationship

"Jimin didn't tell you?"

I shake my head, "No. Him and I don't talk about our past relationships"

I mean it's not a total lie

We haven't talked about an ex until last night

And if she didn't text him I doubt he'd ever tell me about her and their relationship

"I see. I was uh away. I went to an art school program, away. I just finished and came back. That's uh why Jimin and I broke up"

Damn she's a smooth liar

"Oh well good for you. Did you have fun?"

She nods, looking at Jimin

"So uh you grew your hair out"

She's changing the subject, taking it off of her

"Uh yeah", he answers

"You like it like that?", she wrinkles her nose

Oh what the fuck?

What is wrong with his hair?

It's gorgeous and soft and the gray works so well on him

"Yeah", he says nervously

"I think you should cut it. You look so much better with short hair."

I try not to roll my eyes

"You look like a girl", she keeps going

A girl?

Is she for real?

Yes he is beautiful but he does not look like a girl

His face is a man's face, his body is a man's body

Anyone can tell he's a guy

Fucking idiot

"Cut it", she insists and I feel him stiffen next to me

I'll show this bitch

I let go of his hand and run my fingers in his hair, "I like it a lot. Love it actually. It looks so good on him. Sexy. And I love playing with it"

She glares at me but I ignore her

"You really uh like it like that on him?", she tuts

"Absolutely"

He looks at me and smiles

I smile back, touching his cheek softly

He really is so handsome and his smile is gorgeous

"That's nice Joanne. You're a great friend to say that"

Friend

Ha, she's so good at pretending not to see the little touches I give him

I turn back to her, "Oh thanks but Jimin is my boyfriend. Not my friend"

The look of pure hate she gives me is hysterical

She just said she and him broke up when she left, why would she expect him to wait two years for her?

"Boyfriend? Really?"

I nod while Jimin stays deathly still

"How long?"

"A year", I lie

Well again not really a whole lie

Him and I started sleeping together a year ago

It was a few times here and there until six months ago when it became every week, then twice a week to now almost every day

It's been almost every day for a month or two

"A year. Wow. It's serious huh?"

I nod, "Yeah. We love each other"

I figure if I say that she'll back off when she sees how serious we are

She was released from the hospital meaning she has to be better or they wouldn't let her out

She can handle this information

They would have taught her how to handle emotions and rejection and all that before releasing her

"Jimin?", she questions him like I'm not telling the truth

"Yeah" he says softly, looking at me, "I love her"

Ok he's on board

"You do?", she presses and I see him becoming more uncomfortable

"We actually have to go. We have somewhere to be in half an hour", I say standing up, grabbing my food

Fuck her, I'm still hungry and we didn't get to eat because of her

Jimin stands up too, taking his stuff

"It was nice seeing you again", I fake smile, then turn to Jimin, "Ready baby?"

He nods

"Yes, I do love her", he says to Ae-Cha before turning and walking away

"Bye", I say cheerfully and follow Jimin out

He's silent on the way to the car

Unlocking the door he gets in the driver's seat

Guess he wants to drive

I don't mind

I can eat now

He starts the car and drives

"Where are we going?", I ask

He doesn't answer just drives

"What were you doing Joanne?", he asks quietly

Huh?

"Doing with what?"

"Ae-Cha"

Oh that

"Well I saw how scared you were when I was coming back with the food. And I decided to act like your girlfriend. That'll keep her away from you if she sees you in a serious relationship"

"No it won't. It'll just make her hurt you"

"Or it can make her stop. She was in a psychiatric hospital Jimin. They don't let people out of there just like that. She had to show progress in her diagnosis, prove to them she won't return to her past behaviors. If they let her go she's done that"

"She's manipulative", he says, "The way she incessantly talked about my hair because she wants it short. That's how she used to get me to do something. That's how she manipulated me. Put an idea in my head, then constantly talk about it until I agreed with her. She's still trying to manipulate me"

"I know Min but she can't manipulate a team of doctors. One would of had to catch on, don't you think?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. But I don't want you to get hurt"

"I can take care of myself"

Suddenly he slams his fist on the steering wheel, making me jump

"Goddamn it Joanne! The girl who I worked with could take care of herself too and she was beaten to an inch of her life. Ae-Cha is freakishly strong and relentless when she's in that state! She hit me, hurt me and I'm bigger than her! Don't act like it's nothing!"

I look at him, keeping quiet

He's scared, I tell myself

That's why he's yelling at me

He was scared last night when he did the same thing and I reacted badly to it

I won't do the same thing again

"Min, I'm not acting like it's nothing ok? I understand what you're saying. I'm saying with the therapy she got she may not be the same person. She may not resort to that anymore"

He doesn't say anything his hands gripping the steering wheel his knuckles are turning white

"Right. That's why the first thing she did was text me incessantly and then find me."

Ok I'll give him that

That is obsessive but it doesn't mean she's dangerous anymore

I'm not putting my whole faith in that but still she was released from the hospital

"She still loves you Jimin. Maybe this was her last ditch effort to get you back. I'm not saying it's right but it doesn't mean she's violent"

He scoffs, "You don't know her Joanne. I saw the same reactions she did today like she did when she used to get angry at me. The tick by her eye. Her fingers twitching. The look in her eyes. It was the same as before. And this time it was directed at you."

"I understand Jimin. But I still think she won't resort to that. But if she does, I can handle it ok?"

He shakes his head, "If she hurts you, I'll kill her. You're one of my best friends that stuck beside me even after I ditched you for her. I can't handle it if she hurts you"

I didn't know that some of his friends stopped their friendship with him because of that

Yeah I was pissed off, but he apologized and I got over it

He was my friend for way longer and I didn't want to lose him either

So I got over it

I know what it's like to get lost in your partner too

"Jimin I won't get hurt ok. I'll be careful. I'm just trying to help you."

He sighs, "I know Jo. I know you are. I just don't know if this is a good idea"

"Well it's already in her head that we're together. It's not a big deal to act like a couple for a week or two to see if she goes away on her own. We're basically together all the time. All we have to do is hold hands in public. Maybe a kiss on the cheek. Nothing else"

He bites his lips, hesitating

"Fine but the second she starts showing the behavior she's had before, I'm telling her we broke up and you're staying away from me"

Yeah right

I'm not staying away from him

He's my friend and he needs help

And I'm determined to be there for him

I wasn't before but now I am

But to him I just say, "Alright Jimin. If that's what you want"

"It is"

I just nod

"Where do you want to go now?"

"You're apartment. She freaked me out and I just want to be somewhere familiar and safe"

I nod, "Ok Jimin. No problem"

----------------------------------------------------

Once we get to my apartment, he immediately goes to my room and I follow him

He sits on my bed still looking off

He's really shaken up

I sit next to him, putting my arm around him

"TV or movie?"

He shakes his head

"Music?"

Another head shake

"Food? You didn't eat the stuff from the cafe. I can make you something"

"No", he says softly

"Ok. You tell me what you want to do", I say gently

I know the feeling of not feeling like doing anything

Or of not knowing what to do

He's probably still thinking about everything that just happened

"Can....can we lay down? Cuddle?", he asks, not making eye contact, "I just want you to hold me for awhile"

My heart flutters at him wanting that with me

We only cuddle after sex so this is new

"Yeah Min. We can do that", I say softly, "Do you want to change in to PJs?"

He nods

"Ok", I say

I get up and get his PJs from my drawer

Giving him his PJs, I quickly change into mine

"Do you want to put your hair up?", I ask

"Can you braid it?", he asks

"Sure Min"

Sitting behind him, I take out my comb and start combing the long strands

He loves when I play with his hair too so this is relaxing for him

And I love doing it too

I love when he lets me braid his hair

When he does, I go all out doing these intricate braids because I can't do it on myself

Well I can but by the time I'm done my arms are killing me

I separate some hair and start braiding a french braid so it doesn't fall out so easily

He sits still and I know his eyes are closed as my fingers move in his hair

Once I do the braid down to his neck, I switch the braid to a fishtail one

That one is tighter and lasts longer than a regular braid

When I finish, I admire my work, the braid down his back, before I move to sit next to him

"Thanks Jo"

"Of course Min. You know I love doing your hair "

He gives me a half smile, his eyes full of worry

"Don't worry Min", I tell him, "It's over for today. You're here. You're safe"

He nods slowly, looking at me

"Kiss me", he asks

My heart pounds in my chest

He wants me to kiss him?

Without sex?

And why am I so excited to do it?

"Please"

I eagerly lean towards him, pressing my lips to his

I pull away quicker than I'd want to because I don't know how he wants me to kiss him

Quick, slow, passionate, with tongue, I don't know

"Again", he requests

This time when I kiss him, he licks my lip, his tongue sliding in my mouth

I move my tongue to his, kissing him back

He pulls me into his lap and I go willingly

Always willingly with him

His arm moves around my waist, his hand on my back, keeping me against him while his other hand plays in my hair

I wrap my arms around his neck and I realize I'm so happy he's kissing me

Like stupidly happy

This feeling, I haven't felt it before and I honestly don't know why I'm feeling like this

I'm just enjoying it

He easily moves me, laying us down, facing each other without breaking the kiss

His tongue constantly moves against mine, his lips attached to mine

I cup his face, gently touching his cheek then run my hand down his neck, over his shoulder, touching his back

I want to feel his skin and I slip my hand under his shirt, just running my fingers up and down his back

He does the same, his fingers sending chills up and down my spine

We kiss for awhile, touching each other softly but not making any move towards taking clothes off or sex

It's just a soft make out and I love it

There's no hard kisses, no frenzied ones where our tongues are down each other's throats

It's just his lips against mine, his tongue softly against mine

It's almost like...romantic?..kisses

All too soon for me, but in reality it has to be half an hour later or more, he pulls away, looking softly at me

I'm not sure what I'm seeing in his eyes

Confusion?

Why would he be confused?

He gives me another kiss, then cuddles into me, his face against my neck

Confused, I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly, our bodies intertwined as I rub his back

"Can you sing to me?", he asks

"Sing?", I question, "Now?"

Sometimes he asks me to do this and I do, but it's normally before falling asleep for the night

And he's the singer, not me

I always tell him he should try to get into an entertainment company to be a vocalist

But he's really shy, only singing for real around a select few people

I'm one and his guy group of friends are the other ones he sings in front of

But then again all those 6 guys are musically talented

Some are dancing talented too

Jimin is also

He loves to dance but again, in front of a select few

Of which, I am again included

My singing, in my opinion, sucks balls

But he tells me I have a pretty voice

He's sweet to lie

For some reason though he likes me singing to him

So I do it, for him, swearing physical harm to him if he tells anyone

I don't want Yoongi or Hobi to pester me about singing in front of them

"Yeah baby. Please?", he asks

"Ok Min", I answer, kissing his head

I start singing softly, an ATEEZ song that I like called "Promise"

And it kinda fits with this situation

"No one Take you down

Neowa naui Promise

No one Take you down

Don’t worry I`ll Be there

Byeolcheoreom bichna"

As I keep going, his hold on me gets tighter and tighter but I just keep on rubbing his back

When I finish that song, I change to another one

In the middle of that song, I hear his breath even out and I know he fell asleep

I've slept with him enough to know how his body relaxes and how his breathing changes when he's asleep

Even so I finish the song out then just stay there holding him

I'm not tired but I'm not moving

I don't want to wake him up

He was so stressed out today and if he fell asleep that means he needs it

I'll wait until he wakes up, it's not a problem for me

I have nothing to do today anyway

Well, now nothing to do but push these feelings I'm feeling and don't want to think about away

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1 week later

"Jo", Aera calls from behind the ER desk

"Yeah?", I answer, walking towards her

"We have a patient who requested you specifically"

I raise my eyebrow

Sometimes that happens if a person comes to the ER more than once but it's rare

Mostly they request doctors not nurses

"Who is it?"

"Kim, Mina?"

"No idea who that is", I say, taking the file from her

"She's in room 3"

I nod, "Got it. Thanks"

I open the file, reading, as I walk to the room

Fever, chills, profusely vomiting

Sounds like the flu

Opening the door, I walk in, kicking it softly closed

"Hi", I say, looking up

Surprise fills me as I look at Ae-Cha

"Oh sorry. I guess I'm in the wrong room"

"No you're in the right room"

Ok this is weird

"You're Mina?", I ask

She nods, "I put a fake name down"

"So I'm guessing you don't have a fever, chills or vomiting"

She shakes her head

Oh what the fuck?

I'm exhausted and I don't have time for games

I could be helping someone else and she's taking the spot that can be used for someone who's really sick

"Then why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you"

Is she fucking kidding?

She wants to talk to me?

That's why she did this whole ruse?

"I'm working", I snap, "I don't have time for this"

I turn to leave when she says, "It's about Jimin"

Fuck

I stop and turn back around

"What about him?"

"You need to let him go", she says

Is she for real?

"And why is that?", I ask

"Because him and I are meant to be together"

Ok so we're doing this new girlfriend, ex girlfriend talk

"Are you now?"

She nods, "I love him with all my heart. I can't be without him"

Guess that therapy didn't take or she's just ignoring everything they tried to help her with

But I can't say that because I'm not supposed to know about her stint in the hospital

"I love him too", I answer instead

"That doesn't matter", she says

Ok, yeah she's still not fully ok yet

"He loves me too. That doesn't matter?", I question

She shakes her head

If I didn't know her mental issues I'd have gone off on her already

But I know she can be having a hard time adjusting to being out of a hospital setting and Jimin is something familiar to her

At the same time, I watch her like a hawk, remembering that Jimin said she abused him and almost killed one of his coworkers

I'm not about to let her hurt me no matter what

"He still loves me. He's lying to you. He doesn't love you"

"And you know this how?"

"I just do"

Ok this is getting kinda creepy

"Well I am sorry you feel like that but I am not leaving Jimin on your say so"

She sighs, "It would save me and you a lot of trouble if you did"

Is she....threatening m?e

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'll do anything to get Jimin back. Anything"

Yeah this is a threat

Too bad I'm not scared

"Well I'm sorry but that's not happening. If you excuse me, I have to go back to work"

As I turn the knob of the door, she says, "I won't stop until I have him. I came here to get him back. And I will"

Well she doesn't know that I will fight back

I'm not going to roll over and allow her to hurt me or him

She has no clue who she's messing with

I turn back to her one last time, "You can try but you won't succeed"

Turning back around, I leave the room

I feel calm, not shaken at all which does surprise me

That was a creepy situation

But I refuse to be scared and I refuse to let her hurt Jimin

If she tries anything, I will fight back

----------------------------------------------------

"She showed up at your job?", he shrieks

I just told him what happened with Ae-Cha and he's freaking out

"Yeah"

"No no no", he mutters, pacing back and forth, "What did she say exactly?"

I repeat the conversation we had, him getting visibly upset

"That's it. We're stopping this now. I'm going to tell her you're not my girlfriend"

I roll my eyes, "Stop it Jimin. You're not doing anything like that. And even if you do it won't stop me from being near you"

"Joanne-"

"Can we not argue Min?", I ask, "Nothing happened. She talked to me. That's it"

"No she threatened you", he corrects

I mean yeah, not in so many words

Still, I'm not scared

"It's ok Jimin."

"Jo-"

"Please not now Min. I'm exhausted. If you want to yell at me more, can you wait until tomorrow?"

He glares at me but nods

"Thanks", I say, kissing his cheek, "I need to sleep but if you don't want to I get it. You know where everything is and how to use everything"

He shakes his head, "I want to stay with you"

Honestly I'm relieved to hear him say that

I want him with me too but I'm not going to force him

We change into PJs and I lay down in my bed, him sitting next to me

He looks down at me, his fingers playing in my hair

God that feels so good

"Work was stressful?"

I nod, "Yeah. Lots of cranky people yelling. Gross injuries. People throwing up. People bleeding. Crying kids"

"Sounds like the perfect work environment", he teases

"Oh shush", I smile tiredly, "It's stressful but you know I love the action"

He nods, smiling and leaning down and pressing a kiss to my cheek

I expect him to lay down but instead he puts his hair up in a ponytail

Then he touches my waist, pulling down my pants and panties

"Jimin you don't-"

"I want to", he cuts me off, "I want to help you relax"

"But"

"Shhhh baby. I haven't tasted you in awhile and I want to"

Goddamn, he's fucking sexy

"Please?"

"Ok", I nod

Getting my pants and panties off, he presses his soft lips to mine

He pushes my shirt up, taking it off

Guess I really didn't need to change into PJs

He kisses down my body so slowly, his hands ok my breasts, squeezing softly

Fuck he didn't even lick me yet and it already feels so good

He knows how to touch me, how to kiss me to make me feel amazing

Opening my legs, he holds them open with his hands while he kisses my inner thighs, dragging out the anticipation

"So pretty baby", he says, kissing my clit and making shivers run up my back

I finally feel his tongue lay flat on me and he moves his tongue up my pussy, slowly

So slowly

And he moans so loudly, like he's the one being licked

"God I fucking missed you", he murmurs, his tongue moving back up my cunt

From there he licks me a little faster, swirling his tongue everywhere, pleasure taking over

"Jimin", I gasp

"My baby tastes so good, feels so good on my tongue"

Fuck he knows how to get me off with words too

"I love your tongue Min"

"Mmm I'm glad aegi", he answers, tongue moving all over me, rolling slowly over my clit

Pleasure hits me hard when he does that making me moan so fucking loudly

He keeps his tongue on my clit, lavishing it with constant licks

I move my hand in his hair, only able to grab the strands by his scalp as the rest is in a ponytail

"Want me to take my hair out?", he asks in between licks

"Yes", I moan

He pulls out the hair tie quickly and I plunge my hand in his long hair, wrapping some of it around my hand

"Pull hard princess", he murmurs

He loves having me pull his hair really hard, it gets him going

He does it to me sometimes but he much rather have it done to him

And I have no problem pulling his hair

He pulls my clit into his mouth, his tongue against it and he starts sucking softly

"Baby", I gasp, my pussy getting so wet from this

He knows sucking on my clit is my favorite and it can make me cum in seconds

"Give me", he whimpers and that shoves me right over the edge

"Jimin!", I cry, intense pleasure washing over me, as I pull his hair, his mouth not stopping, "Jimin"

"So good baby", he praises

He opens my legs wider, his fingers opening me more, sliding his tongue inside

"Fuck!", I yell, insane pleasure all over my body

His tongue moves in and out, driving me crazy

I start moving my hips, fucking his face, his mouth, his everything while holding his hair hard

"Good baby", he says, then moves his tongue faster, shoving as much as he can in before pulling out

I can't hold it back and I call his name, orgasming around his tongue, holding his head against me

God the pleasure is so fucking much and I can't do anything but let it roll over me, my legs shaking hard

When I finish, I let go of his hair, breathing hard, closing my eyes

My god, it's like he knew just what I needed

He kisses up my body, my skin shivering against his lips

"My baby is so sensitive after coming", he teases

"Mmm", I answer

He moves next to me while I turn on my side

He pulls me back against him, my back to his chest

I feel his fingers in my hair, him kissing along my shoulder

I feel his erection against my behind and I know he wasn't trying to get sex, he still isn't, but I want him

Reaching behind me, I tug on his sweatpants

"It's ok princess. I don't need anything. You can sleep", he says, leaning over and kissing my cheek

He's so adorable and sweet

I keep tugging on his pants, "Want you"

"Baby-", he starts

"Please Min. I want you. I want you to be naked with me, I want to feel you against me", I whine softly, "I want to feel you inside Jimin. I always want to feel you inside"

"I always want to be there Jo. I want to be with you so much", he murmurs

"So be with me"

He nods, pulling his shirt off, tossing it on the floor

His pants and boxers are off next, his body pressing close to mine

I breathe in happiness when I feel his warm skin against mine, feel his chest against my back, his solid body against mine

His arm wraps around me pulling me closer to him, my ass against his crotch

I turn my head back to him just as he leans down, his lips against mine in a soft kiss

He moves himself to my entrance, getting his head inside

I push back on him, his hand grips my hip pushing me down on him

He opens me so slowly, stretching me around him as I suck him inside immediately

He moves his other arm under and around my body, holding me close

We both moan when he gets all in, the feeling of him filling me so good

"Baby", he whimpers, kissing all over my neck and shoulders

Fuck, I'm starting to love his kisses

I move my legs up, closer to my chest, giving him better room as his hand wraps around my breast, squeezing

He pulls back then thrusts back inside, starting to move

"Min", I moan softly, pleasure all over me

He gets a good pace going, not too fast, not too slow, not too hard and not to soft

Just perfectly

"My baby's so wet", he whimpers, "Feels so good inside my baby"

I nod, "Yeah, you feel so good too Min. So hard, filling me so well"

"Always baby", he whispers

His head rubs against my spot, starts blasting in my vision

"Jimin"

"Yeah right there baby. I feel it. You want it right there", he says, making sure each thrust ends with his head against my spot, "Squeezing me so tightly when I fuck you there"

I just moan, no words coming to my head

Just pleasure

I move my head back, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him down in a kiss

His tongue immediately slips in my mouth against mine in a deep kiss that I love

I'm so close, the next few thrusts making my body shiver before the last move he makes causes amazing pleasure to crash over me

I kiss him harder, moaning as I cum on him, hearing him moan, his hand squeezing my skin

Pull away from his kiss for a second, I tell him, "Cum Jimin. Please baby, I want your cum inside me"

His mouth crashes into mine, kissing me hard as his hips still, burying his cock in deep

I feel his cock throb inside me, feel his cum filling me up

God I love that feeling

I just like having his cum inside and yes it's weird, I know but I can't help it

He pulls out, his kiss becoming soft before he pulls away completely

I smile at him, him smiling back

He gives me a soft kiss, then I turn back on my side

He gets up and I miss him but I'm not going to force him to sleep when he's not tired

My light shuts off and I expect door to close

Instead he climbs back into my bed, behind me again

He pulls me against him again, cuddling into my back, his arm holding me tightly

He makes me feel so safe all the time

He kisses the back of my neck, snuggling into it after

Exhaustion hits me hard and being so comfy with Jimin is making it hard for me to keep my eyes open

"Night princess", he whispers

"Night baby"

He starts singling softly to me and I just smile

I love his singing like he likes mine and he does sing to me when I ask him to

This time he's doing it on his own

As soon as my eyes close, I feel myself drifting to Jimin's gorgeous voice

@rkvi

@mingtina

@jijipiko

@urvashi435

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sableseb · 3 years

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request coming in bc i absolutely love all ur writing!! could you do a bucky x reader dancing together at a gala/party thrown by tony and everyone there is like 🥺 at the beautiful couple?

Thank you!! So happy you love my work!💞 Please enjoy, darling✨

word count: 1k

warnings: none, just a tiny mention of sexy activities

tags: @fuckandfluff @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss @sparksforkoo @bemine-bucky @meetmeatyourworst @thewritingdoll

a/n: I haven’t wrote much fluff, so I hope I captured their emotions and atmosphere well!

Bucky may have disliked a lot of things. Attention, small talk, crowds…but, Stark truly outdid himself this year, he had to give the ego trip that much.

The ballroom is flooded with expensive bodies. Delicate jewels hang from limp wrists and long necks, tailored suits made of the finest material cling to men sporting watches that he’s sure would pay at least a few months rent in New York.

He’s awe struck for the second time in his newly found life. A giant crystal chandelier hangs high above the golden dance floor. Marble pillars stretch into the air to meet intricate art spanning across the ceiling. It was like standing in the eye of an artist, everything is just utterly breathtaking.

The first time, though, he’s ever felt taken back by such magnificence was you. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew you would never leave his mind.

He saw you that cool summer evening, sitting on the lush grass in the park. You had the cutest sundress on, one that barely covered your thighs. You were just sitting there, enjoying the breeze that would blow by. It’s like the angels called him to you as the sun shone down, encasing you in a glow that made his heart stutter.

Ethereal. He always told you. And when he did, the prettiest grin would take over your face. You’d try to hide it, you’d try to convince him he was crazy. Maybe I am. I was brainwashed after all. He’d say. You’d lightly punch him in the arm and scoff at his words. But, I’ll never be blind to true beauty, doll.

He always means the words he says to you. Bucky genuinely believes your beauty is unmatched. He loves your body, the one he gets to explore each night, treading feather-like touches along the expanse of your skin, mapping you out. He loves each mole, each freckle, each stretch mark. He especially loves your eyes. They always hold such emotion. He knows what you feel without you having to say a single word. Your eyes tell all. He’d whisper. That would just earn him another punch to the arm and a scoff.

You’ll never truly fathom how much James Barnes loves you. And he’s okay with that. Because all that matters is that he knows it. He knows how far his love goes and he’ll never stop trying to convince you that you are nothing shy from perfect. Even if his attempts are futile.

The gala is a big hit. Smiles are shown, laughs are shared, champagne is flowing. Bucky hates to admit it, but he’s happy for Stark. He raises good money at these things for a new charity each year. At least he’s a humanitarian to some degree. He says to himself as he takes in more of the elegant designs the ballroom holds.

Suddenly, his eyes land on your form walking down the winding staircase. Bucky’s eyes widen and his breath gets stuck in his throat. Your body is hugged in rhinestones. Each fraction of light that catches you bounces off the stones creating a glimmer. The dress is long, little straps rest upon your shoulders keeping everything in place. And boy, is everything in place.

Your curves draw him in, the low cut front showcases your breasts, the slit comes a little above mid thigh showing that supple flesh he could spend hours buried between. Damn those thin strap heels. They’re definitely staying on later.

“You look so handsome, Buck.” You tell him as you wrap your arms around him.

He doesn’t think he does. He feels as if his all black suit was a little too tight. His hair is pinned back, showing every inch of his strong jaw and high cheekbones. He feels exposed without having his long hair fall over the sides of his face.

“Thank you, doll. You’re gorgeous, you know? Prettiest dame here.”

You don’t think you are. You feel like you’re a little too curvy for this dress that catches everyone’s attention. These heels make you feel as if you walk funny, almost like a newborn deer.

Neither of you voice your doubts to the other because no matter how many insecurities flow through your minds, you both know that the other doesn’t see them. You’re both blinded by each other’s beauty.

“Wanna dance?” You ask while looking up at him.

Bucky really hated bringing unnecessary attention to himself. But, for you? He doesn’t hesitate to wrap a firm hand around your waist and guide you to the open floor.

The slow tempo the orchestra creates sends a calming feeling through your entire body. And being pressed up against Bucky’s firm frame only intensifies that feeling. It’s almost not real, he’s almost too beautiful.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” He asks you, gently guiding you across the floor in time with the music.

“Nothing,” you say. “I’m just happy is all.”

Bucky says nothing further as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. He’s never felt more content than he does now. You’re both so lost in each other that you haven’t the slightest idea of all the eyes locked onto your swaying figures.

You’re both a complete contrast to each other. Inky black meets shimmering light. It has people hooked. They can practically see the adoration around your beings and they can’t tear their eyes away from the heart clenching site.

Off in a corner, Sam slaps twenty dollars in Steve’s hand, his eyes not once leaving the pair wrapped in each other.

“I can’t believe she got him to come. Cyborg never comes to anything.”

Bucky’s advanced hearing picks up on Sam’s disbelief and nickname. He lifts his chin from your head to pinpoint his rather annoying voice. The man doesn’t know how to be quiet, ever.

“What’s wrong?” You ask with worry, fearing he’s uncomfortable.

Bucky looks back down at you. “It’s just Sam,” he tells you. “His days are limited.”

You contain the laugh that threatens to spill from your lips. “Please don’t hurt your partner,” you grin.

Bucky will do anything for you, but it takes a special kind of restraint to not choke out his teammate.

“I can’t promise anything, doll.” He says, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

There’s no place he’d rather be than in your arms, even if all eyes are on him.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff

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ramp-it-up · 4 years

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Relax, Have a Drink with Me

This was an ask from a dear nonnie:

Am I the only one who wants CJack to.. ✨ Rail Me✨ that man is too fine 😭😭😭

Pairing: Christopher Jackson x Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Warnings: Smutty smut. 18+ loosely edited

Summary: C Jack finally gets the girl.

2006, NYC

You were in between a rock and a hard place. The hard place was the wall of the coffee shop on West 46th, near Broadway. You were going to rehearsals and had stopped in for some liquid energy.

When you turned around from the counter, you’d run smack dab into the rock, Christopher. You froze, but recovered quickly, your body feeling all pins and needles, mumbled hello to his nod, and scrambled out the door.

10 seconds later, you heard your name.

Shit!

You slowed down and decided not to be an asshole so you stopped.This was awkward as hell. The audition didn’t go well, although your chemistry was through the roof. Afterward, as you were collecting your things and your face from the floor, Christopher collected your number.

There was no question you were attracted to him, so you’d given it to him. But when it became apparent that you were not getting a callback, you ducked and dodged his calls and texts. Mostly because you were embarrassed.

So now, here he was, big and beautiful and blocking the November sunlight from keeping you warm. You didn’t seem to need it at the moment, however. You looked up at him, staring into his deep brown eyes. Damn.

“You’re a hard woman to track down. Even if a fella has your number.” He looked down at you, raised his eyebrow and smirked, drawing your eyes to his lips. And his Daddy-ish attitude.

You chuckled and held your head high, refusing to be shy. "Look, I'm sorry. I've just been busy. You know how it is. I've been working." You were hoping that Chris would understand.

He smiled at you. Then he dropped the smile and stared. His lips were so sexy, you couldn’t help but look at them as he replied.

"Yeah, I know what it's like to be busy, so I forgive you." His mouth smiled slyly as he leaned over to you. "I got you right here, now tho."

His lips came so close to the shell of your ear that the hairs stood up on the back of your neck. You shivered as your body took control from your will. Even though you knew it would be trouble, you were now very glad that you’d stopped.

"Oh yeah, what you gonna do with me here?" You were in too deep. You couldn't even front.

A gleam came into Chris's eye as he considered the possibilities. You were just magnetic for him. The moment he first saw you at the rehearsal, he knew that he had to get close. And when you read together, and moved to kiss per the script, he’d taken it there and actually met your lips with his.

There was a spark that arced high for him. He wondered if it was one sided, if you had just given him your number out of obligation. That would explain you ghosting him, but seeing your reaction to him now, he knew he wasn’t crazy.

Beside the fact that you were obviously talented, he could tell you were amazing. That only made you more attractive to him. The fact that you were talented and bad and standing in front of him made him want to show you what he could be and do.

"Mmmmm. We will just have to see." He licked his lips and stared you up and down, just as he had in the scene.

You shivered a little. He could tell. He chuckled.

"You need to relax. Have a drink with me?"

His cockiness was unexpected. Wasn't this supposed to be the nice, calm guy you’d met at rehearsal? Well...

"I have to go?” Chris cocked his eyebrow again at the question. “I mean...sorry..." You were cock blocking your own self. Damn.

“I didn’t mean now. I have work too, and it’s 10 o’clock in the morning.” That eyebrow. “Meet me at the Library at 11, after your show tonight.”

He saw the look of panic on our face. “Please. You’ve been avoiding me and I have been looking forward to being with you…. I mean being alone with you… I mean…”

It was so cute that you were put at ease. He really was nervous. You came to a decision.

“Ha ha. I know what you mean.” You looked up at him, bold, and tugged on his jacket to bring him down to your level. Surprised, Chris bent down. You moved close to him so you could whisper.

“I’ll be there. Don’t be late. I want to be with you too… on a date.” When you pulled back, Chris’s eyes were closed and he had to clear his throat when he answered.

“You got it.” You smiled at him over your shoulder as you hurried to your theater, appreciating the fact that Chris was watching you leave.

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Christopher was in a booth in the back when you stepped into The Library, anxiously watching the door as you came in. When he saw you, he tried to play it off. It was so cute. You smoothed your emergency little black dress that you kept at the theater over your thighs before you approached.

You saw his eyes get bigger as you approached. He stood up beside the booth and greeted you. He bent and kissed your cheek, your body going rigid at the electricity.

“Hey, you. You look amazing.” His eyes were drinking in your skin, your eyes, your hair. You were so fucking sexy to him.

"Thanks, " You whispered as you scooted into the booth and he scooted next to you. When you got settled, you didn't want to look in his eyes. Instead, you looked down and your eyes caught a glimpse of his pants. Damn! You gulped.

You ordered some drinks and started talking about so many things, college, work, your dreams for the future. When you told him about how you wanted a house on a mountain top AND a lake, he looked at you like you were crazy, but what he said was, “That’s a good idea!” and then he laughed. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Maybe, but I've been having ideas all day." Chris looked too damn sexy next to you. He stopped and stared at you.

"Mmmmm. What kind of ideas have you been having?" HIs voice had been doing things to you for two hours. You weren’t going to be able to keep it together.

"I was thinking about kissing you. But then I thought that you couldn't handle it." The challenge was evident in your eyes.

"Baby, please! It's you who couldn't handle it! You’ve been running from me for a month, remember? Bet I could handle it…." Chris was leaning in.

"Bet." Was what you said right before his lips touched yours.

You were being pulled into the spell that was Christopher Jackson. His lips took control of you and you were done for the night. You’d made the decision when you got to rehearsal that you would have him tonight.

The drinks had you loose. Chris’s hand was on your thick thigh and moving north. He sure appreciated your ample legs and bottom. That’s what he loved.

You wantonly opened your legs and as he kept moving, he discovered that you were warm and humid at his fingertips. They ghosted over your lace panties a couple of times before he pulled them to the side and plunged his thick middle finger into your core.

Chris collected the wetness there and brought it back out to lubricate your clit as he swiped up and down your folds, watching you as you surrendered to what he was doing to you.

“Is it too soon, or are you going to be the good girl I know you can be for me? When I first laid my eyes on you, I wanted to see how you looked as I was doing this. I want you to come undone for me…”

Chris continued to watch through lowered lids as you started doing just that. You didn’t care if anyone could see what he was doing, it felt so good. You licked and then bit your bottom lip as you tried to control your sounds.

Chris was next to your ear. “Later, we’re going back to my place where I can hear what you sound like screaming my name, but I gotta have you right now, girl. Feel what you do to me.”

You reached over and felt his large bulge through his jeans, fuck, baby was indeed packing. The pit of your stomach registered your need as you tried your best to stroke him through the heavy material.

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. They held yours as he removed his finger and sucked off your juices. He closed his eyes in ecstasy when he tasted your. “Fuck, girl. You taste so good. Try it.”

He pushed his finger into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself and him at the same time. The way you swirled your tongue around his finger made him reward you with a low growl. “Let’s go.”

You looked back at him. “Lead the way.”

Chris stood up and offered you his hand. He spun you around, and the little dance you did helped cover up his situation. He walked closely behind you to one of the single stall bathrooms in the back.

He opened the door quickly and just as quickly pulled you in with him, re-locking the door behind him. He let go of your hand and you retreated to the other side of the room, leaning up against the sink as Christopher slowly walked toward you.

“Watching you while in the booth was very inspiring. You are so damn hot.” Christ reached you and put his hands on your sides, sliding them down to your hips, his fingertips at the hem of your dress. You could hardly breathe.

“You’re the one who is hot.” You tried to regulate your heart rate with no success. Your hands went up to his chest, tracing his pecs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked in his sexy deep voice and began kissing your neck while inching up the hem of your skirt.

“Oh. Most definitely.” You moaned. “But what if someone hears us?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time, and also not the last. This is New York. Happens all the time.” Chris pressed his pelvis against yours. You could feel his readiness.

You kissed him and when you pulled back, he was holding up an XXL. Your eyes grew wide.

“You’re prepared.”

“Yeah, I got one on my way here. I was having thoughts all day as well.” You closed your eyes, moaned and put your hand on Chris’s crotch.

Chris finished pulling your skirt up around your waist, and reached down to put two fingers in your pussy this time.

“Damn, so wet, but I got to get you ready for me baby. I’m a lot to handle.” He could hardly control himself as withdrew his fingers, licked them and watched you shudder. He didn’t think it was possible, but he got harder just looking at you.

“Turn around,” Chris ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Chris’s assertiveness was sexy as hell. You immediately turned around and instinctively bent over, ready for your ramming.

He reached under your dress, pulled your panties down, smiling as you stepped out of them. Your pussy clenched as he smelled them and put them in his pocket.

You smiled and watched him in the mirror as he unfastened his jeans, pulled them down, opened the condom wrapper with his teeth, and put it on. Chris looked at you bent over, bare assed and in heels. “Damn girl, make me want to snap a picture.”

He caught your nervous glance in the mirror. “Don’t worry. I’m not, just gonna take a mental snapshot.” He grinned.

Chris put both hands on the backs of your thighs with his thumbs at the apex, pressing in on you. “Spread these pretty legs baby, I got to get in there.”

You moaned softly and did as he asked. You arched your back as Chris slowly breached your opening. He was right. He was a lot. You felt that he was wider than you were although accepting him was made easier by your wetness, it was still quite a stretch. You held your breath at the delicious feeling of his girth invading you.

You raised up even further on your toes despite your heels, and Chris caught your hips and brought you back down on him slowly. Your whole body was alive and every nerve was pointing to where you were joining together. After a couple of minutes, he started pumping. Chris reached up to your breasts and palmed them.

“Ah fuck, no bra.” He grunted and began twisting your nipples.

You struggled to hold in your moans and keep your mouth closed. You looked Chirs in the eye in the mirror and watched him as he fucked you. He was so big you could feel every delicious vein and ridge of him. You made a mental note to feel him in your mouth later. In no time, you were cuming and starting to get a little loud.

Chris put his hand over your mouth and that made you come even harder. He slammed into you as he felt your pussy quiver. His orgasm came right after yours.

He rested on top of you for a second afterwards, getting his emotions together and kissing the back of your neck.

He had never had feelings and sex come together like this. Chris could feel your breathing regulate and he stood up, easing out of you. He pulled your dress back down as you put your forehead on your arms. He went into the stall to get rid of the condom.

As you came down from the sex, you could not believe that just happened! It was good, but you were worried what Chris thought of you. You stood up, and straightened your dress as you turned around.

You couldn’t look at him when he came out, grinning from ear to ear.

“That was amazing.” He raised your head up by your chin and kissed you gently. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I just can’t believe I did that.” Your eyes were still cast down.

“Look at me,” Chris’ eyes searched yours. “What happened to that confident girl I saw outside the coffee shop and in the booth?” You smiled up at him.

“Sex is beautiful and natural, especially with someone you….” Chris stopped.

Your stomach turned 10,000 flips. He bit his lip as if he was trying to keep himself from revealing too much.

“Let’s get out of here and continue our date, now that the tension is out of the way…”

He grabbed your hand to lead you back to the booth. You stayed still and didn’t move.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

His cute ass raised eyebrow was assaulting you.

“No?...

“Christopher, my panties?” You held your hand up for your underwear.

A devilish smile graced his face.

“Oh, nah. They’re my panties now. I need something to jack off to when we’re not together. I’m tired of just using my imagination about my girl.”

Chris took your upturned hand and pulled you out of the restroom as your mind was spinning at what he’d just said.

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