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heauxvibez · 5 months

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Read It and Weep

warning: smut (18+), part 2 to Tumblr Troubles

"Put them on my love," Roman's voice purred, his eyes tracing every move you made with a low gaze. He sunk into the loveseat, positioned perfectly to take in every moment that was about to unfold before him.

As you hesitated, his gaze only darkened, making you as nervous as ever. With slow motion, you slid the lace fabric over your skin, feeling the soft caress against your thighs. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart raced as his eyes traveled up and down your body.

Roman's fingers trailed lightly over his beard, his lips finding their way between his teeth as he watched you. The air between you buzzed with anticipation.

As you know, Roman is a master of seduction. He likes to make sure that his every move is calculated to keep you on edge. You love that about him though, you couldn't imagine a better partner in the bedroom.

As you finally slipped the panties into place, you felt the vibrator rub against your sensitive bud. You couldn't help but moan at the contact which earned a slight smile from Roman.

"Mmm, come and sit at the edge of the bed for me," his voice, smooth as silk, beckoned you. You obeyed his command, feeling a rush of heat radiating through your whole entire being.

"Slide back a little, sweetheart, and open up those gorgeous legs of yours for me. Butterfly position," the sensual command sent you anywhere but here. Without hesitation you complied, shifting back on the bed and gracefully opened your legs, letting them fall open like delicate petals.

You leaned back and surrendered, your supple form arched slightly as you supported yourself on your outstretched arms, fingers curling against the soft fabric of the bedding. You revealed yourself to him, every curve and contour an offering to his hungry gaze.

Your chest rose and fell with the rhythm of your breath while your exposed breasts damn near called out to him, your nipples standing proudly in the sultry air. If only you knew how bad this man was battling with himself internally. He wanted to take one into his mouth and swirl his tongue around your bud while teasing the other with his rough fingers. But he had something else in store for you.

As you tried to ease into the moment, you noticed Roman holding your phone in his hand, the vibrant pink case contrasting against his bronzed fingers. Confusion flickered across your face, your head tilted slightly as you tried to figure out what this man was planning.

"Baby, why do you have my phone?" you asked. You had no problem with him having it, after all, you had nothing to hide. Yet, him having it in his possession was odd nonetheless.

A soft chuckle danced across his lips before he finally decided to let you in on the fun

"I'm going to give you this phone," he announced, rising slowly from his seat.

"You'll open your Tumblr," he continued, taking purposeful steps toward you.

"You'll pick one of your smut stories about me and read it aloud," his voice a velvety caress as he handed you the device.

"While I," his hand tenderly trailed from the outside of your panties, tracing a tender path up your body until it reached your throat, his grip firm and commanding.

"Use this remote on your sweet pussy.. and you better not cum until I say so," he declared, his words sending a thrill coursing through you as he released his hold. You sat there, mouth slightly agape, as his plan unfolded before you.

"Wait, what?" you stammered, struggling to comprehend what the hell he was saying.

With a knowing smirk, he stepped back, returning to his seat. His fingers dipped into the pockets of his sweatpants, grabbing the remote with a deliberate slowness that made your breath catch in anticipation. His gaze locked with yours, a silent challenge passing between you as he toyed with the control, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes.

"You heard me, sweetheart. Now, don't keep me waiting," he teased, as you braced yourself for the electrifying journey he had planned.

The idea of reading a Tumblr one shot to him while he held your very pleasure in his hands sent your mind into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Excitement, nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment – a wild blend to say the least.

Questions swirled in your mind. Which story should you choose? Your own? Or maybe one penned by another talented writer? The options seemed endless, each one a nerve-wracking possibility.

Sensing your hesitation, Roman took charge, his sweet voice a small piece of encouragement.

"You're a great writer baby. Let me hear your work.."

A blush crept across your brown cheeks. You were flattered yet embarrassed. It was nice to know that he admired your work but also almost unbelievable that this man tapped into your hidden life.

With trembling hands, you opened your phone, your fingers grazing the screen as you navigated through your trove of drafts, filled with many Roman-centric tales. Roman remembered your Tumblr username and delved into your online persona, something that both surprised and delighted you. What had begun as your secret digital world passion was now blossoming into an intimate connection, one that left you both vulnerable and exhilarated.

Taking a deep breath, you selected a draft that felt suitable for this moment, your pulse quickening as Roman watched you with avid interest. He reached for the glass of wine, a nod to the rituals you often recommended to your readers, and indulged in a sip before settling back into his seat.

With the stage set and anticipation thick in the air, you prepared to bring him into the world of your creation, your voice poised to weave a spellbinding tale that would ignite his senses and leave him yearning for more.

"I trembled as his fingertips pressed into the warmth of my skin, his grasp on my waist tightening with a delicious firmness that sent me into a spiral.

Tonight held a resonance unlike any other night we'd shared before. Sex had been passionate between us but for some reason, this evening held a depth that felt like no other.

Each caress was followed by goosebumps, leaving me yearning for more and every kiss elicited butterflies.

"This pussy feels so good, baby," he groaned, beads of sweat glistening on his brow as he thrust relentlessly into me.

I whimpered softly, guiding his hands away from my hips to entwine our fingers together. Roman's head fell back in bliss, his lips capturing his own bottom lip in a bite, as I assumed control of our shared rhythm, each movement creating a deeper connection between uuuussss." you moaned as you felt the intense vibration on your clit.

Your eyes darted towards him, seeking out the remote control that held the power to your body. There it lay, innocently untouched, nestled in Roman's lap. As your eyes followed the path upward, you couldn't help but notice his relaxed posture, his right arm draped casually over the armrest while his hand cradled the wine glass with nonchalant ease.

This man really meant it, he fully intended to allow the vibrator to take control, to send waves of pleasure cascading through you as you obediently read the story for his pleasure.

His brow raised as he took another sip. His tongue, again, licked the remnants from his upper lip.

"Keep going," he whispered. You threw your head back as his words washed over you. With your left arm stretched behind you for support, you arched into the pleasure once more, your body trembling with each vibration.

Each breath was a whispered plea for more, your lips parting as soft gasps escaped. You fought to maintain composure, but the overwhelming ecstasy threatened to consume you entirely. As your head dipped towards your chest, a symphony of restrained moans and muffled whimpers danced between your parted lips.

"B-Baby, I don't think I-I can keep...keep reading,"

You were on the brink of tears, overwhelmed by sensation. Every fiber of your being ached for release. You felt the sweet trickle of your juices down your warm, quivering slit, pooling in your lace panties. Each drop soaked into the fabric.

Roman's groan echoed through the room. His dick strained against his sweats, aching to be set free. With a ragged exhale, he fought to control himself, and you."

"Yes, you can baby girl and you will."

With a longing gaze, you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze with hunger, the intensity of the moment urging you to continue the story

"K-kissing my way up h-his neck, I trailed soffftttt, l-lingering kisses along the cuuuurve of his jaw, savoring the ssssssalty-sweet taste of his bronzed skin. Fuck. Each touch of m-my lips earned looooow guttural g-groans from deeeeeep within his chest, his d-dick twitched every car-ress."

Your moans and curses, painted the air as you struggled to read the story. Each stuttered breath, each whispered confession, had Roman swooning. He savored every nuance, every tremble that wracked your body.

He drank in the sight of you. The way your lips trembled with each syllable, the delicate arch of your back as pleasure washed over you, and the glistening trail of your essence seeping through the fabric of your panties.

His dick throbbed almost painfully. Every shift, every twitch of his muscles, threatened to push him over the edge. He tried to stay still as possible, knowing that even the slightest friction against his dick would send him into a blissful release.

"Fuck baby, you look so beautiful when you're reading to me like this," he moaned. His words were like a soft caress to your clit.

"B-baby, if you keep t-talking to me..I-I'm going to cum. S-so just..just hushhh.." you uttered weakly.

The intense hums against your sensitive folds shook you to the core. Each pulse of the toy was met with your wetness. With Roman's voice caressing your ears, you struggled to maintain your focus. His words wrapped around your mind like silk. He didn't want you to cum, but did everything that would push you over the edge?

Roman shook his head with a dark chuckle, "One thing about me baby...I will do what I want and you will do what I say." he took the remote into his hand turning up the intensity.

"Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk," the grip on your phone was almost deadly. You could've sworn the phone was going to break in your hold.

"Now keep reading and like I said..you better not fucking cum until I say so." The torture you felt at the hands of this man had you wanting to get out of your own skin. But you also loved it. You were just as wicked as him for enjoying this, so you kept reading..

"A-as I pressed m-my lips against hiiiiissss, the h-heat between my legs in-intensifiiiiied, and a pl-plethora of gaaasps and...and moans filled the air. Baby..baby I can't..I can't do this. I'm going to cum. I'm sorry..." Your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping your parted lips. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearly having you in shambles.

You awaited his command, expecting him to take control and stop the vibrator at any moment.

But to your surprise, he didn't turn it off. Your breath caught in your throat as Roman's fingers closed around the remote, his grip firm and purposeful. With a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile on his lips, he cranked up the intensity.

"If you're not going to listen, the least you could do is look daddy in his eyes while you cum." he leaned forward, his head cocked to the side while he watched you unravel.

Your soft brown eyes locked with his. Each breath you took felt like a struggle, your chest rising and falling with uneven rhythm..

You wanted to throw your head back, surrender to the moment, and moan the loudest moan anyone has ever heard. Yet, his eyes held you captive, rooted in place, unable to break free. Your lips parted to moan, but any and all sounds were stuck in the pit of your throat.

Your fingers tightened around the phone, clinging to it as if it were grounding you to the bed.

Unable to hold back any longer, a surge of pleasure washed over you, sending waves of bliss coursing through your veins. Your pussy throbbed and spasmed, releasing sweet juices that soaked anything in it's path.

"That's right my sweet girl, nut for daddy. Mmm, you love when I snatch your soul and make you look at me while I do it, huh baby?.."

He smirked as he watched a single tear trace a path down your flushed cheek. With a subtle nod, you acknowledged him

"You know the deal, use your words baby.." he urged while your orgasm still rumbled through your body.

"Yes daddy," you sobbed as vibrations continued to pulse against your throbbing clit. It was almost unbearable, a delicious agony.

You had an urge to close your legs, in an attempt to run from the feeling, but you knew that any movement would make the feeling consume you even more.

"Okay, o-okay baby. I came, s-stop." You pleaded. You barely had the strength to move, let alone to take the panties off.

Roman settled back into his seat, his fingers reaching for the wine glass once again. With a flick of his thumb, he dialed down the intensity of the remote, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you struggle.

"Uhn uhn, you know there are consequences when you don't listen to me. You came, I told you not to." you whimpered in protest, your body writhing beneath the relentless assault of the vibrations. But those whimpers fell upon deaf ears.

With a soft smirk, he placed the wine glass back on the table, "But I'm all about giving chances. So you're going to start that story from the beginning, and we're going to try this again, and again..and again until you get it right.."

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YALL, this took me 3 daaaaayyyysssss. So I really hope you like it *ssobbbssssss*

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b1lliesb1ues · 6 months

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Norma Carson with Clark Terry

Norma Carson third from right, with Ada Leonard’s ‘young’ band.

#jazz #jazz trumpet #norma Carson #International Sweethearts of Rhythm #1940s #1940s music #jazz babes

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lila-lou · 6 months

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✨Nothing he couldn't handle Pt. 2/3✨

Summary: I hate summaries, so this is part 2 of "Nothing he couldn´t handle".

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, touching and teasing, slightly anxious Reader, Ben being a dick, Ben being also a soft little bean

Word Count: 3121

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As you woke up in Ben’s bed, a mix of emotions swirled inside you. Countless nights had passed with you longing for this moment, yearning for his touch, yet always holding back, afraid of what it might lead to. Ben lay beside you, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm.

Your head rested on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall with each breath he took. A sense of contentment washed over you as you soaked in the warmth of his body and the comfort of his presence. Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of emotions as you traced patterns on his biceps, feeling the strength beneath your fingertips.

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow around the room. It was a moment of tranquility, a pause in the chaos of the world outside. Wrapped in Ben’s arms, you felt a sense of security you had never known before.

As the sunlight danced across the room, you heard Ben let out a soft chuckle, his eyes still closed but clearly awake. “Enjoying the view, are we?”, he teased.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh, absolutely”, you replied.

Ben finally opened his eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in them as he gazed at you. "Well, then, don't just admire from afar", he said, his voice laced with a hint of teasing arrogance. "Come closer".

You raised an eyebrow at his audacity but couldn't suppress the smile that crept onto your lips. With a playful roll of your eyes, you obliged, shifting closer to him.

Before you could react, Ben's hands slid down to grip your ass cheeks firmly, pulling you onto his lap as he lay there. His touch was possessive, his actions confident, and a part of you bristled at the display of dominance.

"You like that, don't you?", he murmured, his voice low and smug, as if he already knew the answer.

You bit your lip, torn between amusement and irritation. "Maybe a little", you conceded, playing along.

As you settled onto his lap, you couldn’t help but feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection pressing against you, sending a shiver down your spine. It was a tangible reminder of the desire simmering between you, adding to the charged atmosphere of the moment.

Beneath you, Ben let out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. “Feel that?”, he whispered huskily, his breath hot against your ear. “You do that to me, you know”.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, a mixture of arousal and uncertainty swirling within you. Despite the undeniable attraction between you, there was still a part of you that hesitated, that feared the consequences of giving in to desire.

But Ben seemed unfazed by your internal struggle. “So”, he began, his voice a low rumble, “now that you’ve lived through the night in my bed, does that mean we can finally fuck?”.

His blunt question hung in the air, challenging you to confront the tension that had been building between you for so long.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration and disappointment at Ben’s brash question. Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked down at him, your expression a mix of defiance and longing.

“Ben, can’t we just… I don’t know, take it slow?”, you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of pleading. “I want something more than just… this”.

But Ben simply looked up at you, his gaze unwavering. “Come on, sweetheart”, he retorted, his tone tinged with impatience. “I’m not here to play house with you. I’m not some pussy who’s gonna whisper sweet nothings in your ear all night”.

His words stung, hitting a nerve deep within you. You had hoped for something more from him, something deeper and more meaningful than just physical pleasure. But it seemed that Ben was unwilling or unable to give you that.

Your heart sank at his dismissive words, a mixture of hurt and frustration bubbling inside you. “Is that all you think I want?”, you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “Just some meaningless sex?”.

Ben’s smirk faltered slightly at the raw vulnerability in your tone, but his stubbornness remained unyielding. “Look, I’m not saying I don’t want you”, he replied, his voice softer now but no less determined. “But I’m not about to start playing games and pretending to be something I’m not”.

Your heart ached as you listened to Ben’s words, grappling with the realization that perhaps you had been expecting too much from him. But despite the pain, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away just yet.

“Ben, it’s not about pretending to be someone you’re not”, you began. “I don’t want you to change who you are. I just… I need you to be a bit more caring when it comes to me”.

As you poured your heart out to Ben, hoping he would understand your need for emotional connection, his expression softened, but remnants of his stubbornness remained.

"I hear you, I do", Ben replied, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "But you gotta understand, sweetheart, I'm not built for all that mushy stuff. I'm a man of action, not words".

"But Ben", you persisted. "I'm not asking for grand gestures or declarations of love. I just want to feel like you care, like I matter to you".

Ben's gaze flickered with annoyance, his patience wearing thin. "Look, I've got a lot on my plate right now", he retorted, his tone bordering on defensive. "I can't be worrying about every little thing you need. You're a big girl, you can take care of yourself".

His words landed like a punch to the gut, leaving you feeling small and insignificant. Despite your best efforts to communicate your needs, it seemed Ben's ego and pride were too deeply ingrained to truly understand.

You scoffed at his dismissive attitude and pushed his hands away from your hips. “You know what, Ben?”, you said, your voice laced with frustration. “Forget it. If you can’t even be bothered to show a little bit of care and respect, then I want no part of it”.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, you pushed yourself off his lap. “It’s a damn no”, you declared. “I deserve better than this”.

Ben let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his face as he got up from the bed, following you into the kitchen where the rest of the team sat, their eyes flickering with curiosity at the tension between you.

“What’s going on?”, Frenchie asked, his brow furrowing in concern as he took in the scene before him.

Ignoring the curious stares, Ben turned to you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and confusion. “Why are you being such a little bitch about this?”, he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

You bristled at his words, feeling the anger bubbling inside you. “Excuse me?”, you shot back. “I’m not the one who’s incapable of showing basic respect and decency”.

But Ben remained defiant, his pride refusing to back down. “Oh, spare me the drama”, he retorted.

Your blood boiled at his dismissive attitude, and without thinking, you let out a sharp retort. “You’re such a fucking dick, Ben”, you snapped, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his frustration evident as he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with intensity. “You don’t get to talk to me like that”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

But you refused to back down. “Why not?”, you challenged, your voice trembling with defiance. “You talk to me like I’m nothing, like I don’t even matter to you!”.

As the tension between you and Ben escalated, Butcher, who had been observing the exchange from his place on the table, finally chimed in. “Oi, calm down, both of you”, he interjected, his voice authoritative yet tinged with concern.

“You want me to calm down?”, you retorted. “Maybe if someone actually showed a shred of respect around here, I wouldn’t have to get so worked up”.

With a frustrated groan, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the kitchen.

As you disappeared from view, Butcher let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head in dismay. "Bloody hell, can't you two ever just get along?", he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Ben rolled his eyes at Butcher’s comment, clearly uninterested in addressing the situation further. Instead, he decided to follow you to your room, his steps echoing down the hallway as he made his way to your door.

As he reached your room, Ben didn’t bother to knock. Instead, he pushed the door open without hesitation.

Inside, you turned at the sound of the door opening, surprised to see Ben standing there, his expression unreadable. “What do you want?”, you asked, your voice tinged with irritation.

“Are you in your fucking period or something?”, he blurted out, his tone dripping with disdain.

You couldn’t believe his audacity. Without a second thought, you grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him, the fabric smacking against his chest.

“I’m not on my damn period”, you snapped, your anger boiling over. “I’m just pissed off that you ruined the whole damn morning”.

But instead of showing remorse, Ben just scoffed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t act like such a bitch all the time, we wouldn’t have these problems”, he shot back.

Ben's words hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing down on you as you struggled to contain your rage. But as you glared at him, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes – a hint of regret, perhaps, or maybe even a trace of concern.

Sighing heavily, Ben took a step closer to you, his tone softer now. "Look, I didn't mean to… I just…", he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

But you weren't in the mood to hear his excuses. "Save it", you cut. "I'm done with your bullshit".

Despite your harsh words, Ben didn't back down. Instead, he reached out tentatively, as if trying to calm a wild animal. "Come on, let's just… take a breath, yeah?", he suggested, his voice gentle.

You scoffed at his feeble attempt to pacify you, but deep down, you knew he was right. You were on the edge, your nerves frayed and your patience worn thin. And as much as you hated to admit it, you needed a moment to collect yourself before you said or did something you'd regret.

Ben stood in front of you as you sat on your bed, his arms crossed over his chest. There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable as you both wrestled with your emotions.

Finally, Ben broke the silence, his voice gentle yet probing. "What exactly do you need from me?", he asked, his eyes searching yours for answers.

You hesitated, feeling a lump form in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. "I… I just need to know where we stand", you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened at your vulnerability, and he took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "And where do you want us to stand?", he pressed, his tone earnest.

You swallowed hard, gathering your courage before speaking. "I… I like you, Ben", you confessed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But I don't want to be just another one of the many girls you've… you know…".

Your words trailed off, the admission hanging in the air between you. You braced yourself for his response, unsure of what to expect but hoping against hope that he would understand your fears and insecurities.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Ben’s lips as he watched your hesitant confession. “Oh, is that so?”, he teased, his tone light but with a hint of amusement.

You felt a flush of embarrassment wash over you, cursing yourself for being so transparent. “I-I mean, it’s not like I expect anything…”, you stammered, your words trailing off as you avoided his gaze.

Ben’s teasing demeanor softened slightly as he took in your embarrassed reaction. “Relax, I’m just messing with you”, he reassured.

You let out a nervous laugh, grateful for the shift in his demeanor. “Yeah, I know”, you replied, a hint of relief evident in your voice.

But despite the lighter atmosphere, Ben let out a heavy sigh, his expression tinged with concern. “Listen”, he began, his voice softer now as he took a step closer to you. “Are you still… afraid that I might hurt you?”.

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of vulnerability wash over you. “A little”, you admitted, unable to meet his gaze as you stared down at the floor.

Ben's brow furrowed with empathy as he reached out to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I won’t hurt you”, he said firmly.

His words resonated with you, easing some of the tension that had built up inside you. With a faint nod, you found yourself believing him, trusting in his sincerity despite your lingering doubts.

As you looked up at him, his gaze softened, and without another word, he leaned down to kiss you. Your heart raced like crazy as his lips met yours, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body.

In that moment, everything else faded away—the doubts, the insecurities, the lingering fear. All that mattered was the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his kiss, and the promise of something more between you.

As the kiss lingered, you couldn’t shake the nagging doubts that clouded your mind. Pulling back slightly, you mustered the courage to voice your concerns. “Do you really like me, or are you just… wanting to sleep with me?”, you asked.

Ben let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes before straightening back up and looking down at you. There was a moment of silence as he seemed to weigh his words carefully.

Finally, he admitted, without saying the words directly, “Look, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care about you”.

You couldn't help but smile at Ben's admission, a sense of warmth flooding your chest at his words. "Thank you", you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

But just as the tension seemed to dissipate, Ben couldn't resist making a snide comment. "Don't get too carried away now, sweetheart", he teased, his smirk betraying the hint of affection hidden beneath his bravado.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his typical behavior.

You pulled back slightly from the kiss. “Hey, how about we watch a movie in my room tonight?”, you suggested.

With a smirk, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "If that means I finally get to fuck you, I'm down for a movie night", he replied.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his brazenness, but a small laugh escaped your lips nonetheless. "Always so charming", you teased.

But beneath the playful facade, a spark of something more serious flickered between you, a silent acknowledgment of the tension that had been building between you for so long. And as you exchanged a knowing glance, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of what the night might hold.

As the evening descended and the rest of your teammates were either out or already asleep, you returned to your room after a refreshing shower and a bowl of popcorn. As you stepped inside, you froze in surprise at the sight before you.

There was Ben, already lounging on your bed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he held up a red lace thong between his fingers. "Well, what do we have here?", he teased, his tone laced with amusement. "I was hoping to find something like this".

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as Ben teased you with the red lace thong. Swiftly, you reached out and pulled the panties from his hand, giving him a playful swat on the arm as you settled beside him, making sure to leave a few inches of space between you.

Ben raised an eyebrow at your reaction, but his smirk remained firmly in place. "Getting shy on me, huh?", he teased.

Ignoring his comment, you focused your attention on starting the movie, placing the popcorn bowl on your lap as you leaned back against the headboard.

Ben chuckled, leaning back beside you as the opening credits began to roll.

As the movie's opening credits began to roll, Ben leaned back beside you, letting out a contented sigh as he reached for some popcorn from the bowl in your lap.

"So, which movie did you pick for us tonight?", he asked, his tone relaxed.

You glanced over at him, a playful glint in your eyes. "Oh, just a classic".

Ben raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "A classic, huh? Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see", he remarked, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth with a grin.

As the movie progressed, you couldn't help but notice Ben's lingering gaze on you. With every subtle movement you made—crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting position, leaning back and forth—he seemed to watch intently, his eyes tracing the curves of your body.

Unbeknownst to you, each movement revealed a little more skin, stirring a primal desire within Ben. His gaze lingered on the exposed curves, the subtle hints of flesh igniting a fire deep within him. He tried to focus on the movie, but his attention kept drifting back to you, unable to resist the allure of your presence.

As the tension between you grew palpable, Ben shifted uncomfortably beside you, trying to conceal the growing arousal stirring in his pants. He cleared his throat, attempting to distract himself from the intoxicating effect you had on him.

Despite his efforts to remain composed, Ben couldn't deny the magnetic pull you had on him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 3

Taglist: @afro-hispwriter

#jensen ackles #soldier boy #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x y/n #the boys #billy butcher

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daisyvisions · 15 days

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Unspoken Words (Pt. 3)

➺ Pairing: best friend!Sangyeon x afab!reader x enemy!Hyunjae

➺ Summary: If someone were to tell you that you'd be in a fake relationship with the person you despise the most just to make your best friend jealous, you would've laughed in their face. But here you are... caught up in this exact situation.

➺ Word Count: 7.4K

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI) very angsty but with a happy ending, jealousy, confessions, some arguments, mentions of being drunk, heated makeouts, groping, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f! receiving), slight masturbation, marking, neck biting, slight dry humping, pet names (sweetheart) lots and lots of sexual tension y'all (pls let me know if I missed anything!)

➺ A/N: Okay hear me out... it wasn't supposed to take this long for me to write this I swear 😭 but life got in the way huhu but anyways WOW 7.4K words? this is the longest fic I've ever written! This is the last part of this series and while I'm sad it has to come to an end, I'm just very proud of this series as a whole! Proofread once, I hope you enjoy this last part!

➺ Part 1 | Part 2

➺ Network and tags: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers @aimeecarreros and the anon that reminded me to write for it bless you I hope you see this!

As your body sways to the rhythm of the music blasting through the speakers, you can't help but become immersed in the kaleidoscope of colors moving around you. You finally feel relaxed enough after a couple of drinks and slowly let everything around you move through you like an ocean wave.

It's been a while since you've been this loose, especially with all the college requirements piling on you like bricks. You needed this, especially since it was your birthday. You deserved to have a break and not think of any responsibilities for a moment and have fun with the person you adore the most… your best friend. Speaking of best friend, where the hell is he right now?

Your mind pulls you away from your reverie as your eyes frantically search for the man who was with you all night. The man who had your whole birthday planned out and dragged you to this place. And just like a moth to a flame, you spot him easily across the room sitting by the bar as he watches you with his warm eyes, the growing smile on his face as soon as his eyes finally meet yours.

Without hesitation, you make your way towards him, weaving through the sea of bodies. You stop right in front of where he sits, your body wedged between his legs as you place your hands on his shoulders for stability. His eyes grow wide as you slowly lean closer to him, wondering what you might do next.

"C'mon Sangyeon, dance with me!" Your mouth is dangerously close to his ear as you try your best to speak above the reverberating music around you.

"I think I'll pass. I'm good right here," he responds as his hand holds your waist to stop you from swaying.

"You can't say no, it's my birthday, remember?" you remind him, your tone playful yet insistent.

Sangyeon hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the crowded dance floor. You can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. He lets out a heavy sigh, remembering that he was the one who set that rule for the evening to begin with. It was the condition he had suggested in order for you to say yes to going out tonight.

"Okay… let's dance," he sighs, quickly chugging down the rest of his drink before allowing you to lead him onto the dance floor.

As soon as you step foot on the dance floor, Sangyeon grabs your wrist and makes you twirl for him. You laugh at the silly gesture but continue to dance with him and let the music move through both of you.

He laughs at how loose-limbed your movements have become but still tries to match your energy nonetheless despite not being much of a dancer. Sangyeon can't help but smile as butterflies soar throughout his body.

He can't believe how lucky he is to have you in his life, wishing for moments like this to never end.

Later on in the night as you both walk back to your apartment, Sangyeon wraps his arm around you, trying to keep your balance as you yap about anything and everything. For some, this would be considered bothersome, having to be the caretaker of their tipsy friend. But to Sangyeon, it doesn't matter as long as it was you.

Aside from getting you home safe, all he can focus on is the beautiful sound of your voice and the way you hold onto him closely. The smell of your perfume was far more intoxicating than the drinks you downed tonight.

When you both finally make it to your front door, you suddenly spin around to hug Sangyeon tightly. "This was the best birthday ever, thank you so much Sangyeon," you mumble against his shoulder.

"Anything for my girl," he smiles, returning the same hug you're giving him.

His cheek presses against your head, taking all the strength he could muster to not kiss your temple. You both hug each other for a little while longer, not wanting this moment to end. As soon as you reluctantly pull away from one another, Sangyeon chuckles at the tousled appearance of your hair.

"Here, let me just—" Sangyeon's hand reaches for the loose strand of hair and gently tucks it behind your ear. You impulsively press your cheek onto his palm, letting the heat of his skin cradle you as you sigh dreamily.

You look up at him with these sultry eyes, and Sangyeon can't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. This kind of thing has never happened between the two of you. He tries his best to ignore the sudden warmth blooming at the back of his neck but fails as soon as his eyes gravitate towards your lips almost touching his palm.

"Sangyeon?"

Beep, beep, beep! The sound of your alarm rings as you wake up from your dream. You find yourself smiling as you open your eyes, but reality hits you like a lightning strike as you soon realize who was the male lead of your dream.

You aren't upset because the dream ended so abruptly, but rather the scenario reminds you of a time when you and Sangyeon were happy. When you two were still friends and not in the shit show you're currently in where he makes you feel like a total stranger.

Before you start wallowing in your own sadness, you rub your eyes and immediately get up from your bed, stretch, and check your phone. Today, you're assigned to check the inventory and the progress of everything the team needs for the play next week. While that sounds easy to do, it also means you have to quality check and sort out all the props, costumes, and other items before the tech rehearsal.

Today is definitely going to be a long one, but at least it will give you enough distraction from overanalyzing that dream, right?

You slowly exhale a sigh of frustration as you continue untangling the mess of rope on your lap. Not only have you been trying to straighten them out for the past hour or so, but you also start to feel a numbing pain in your tailbone as you sit cross-legged on the stage. It was a mistake positioning yourself here as you figure out this task, but at least you were a few more tasks away from calling it a day.

"Didn't expect to see you here—" A deep voice startles you. You were so focused on unraveling the rope from its tangled knots that you didn't pay attention to the creaking sound of the auditorium's entrance.

You clutch your chest, trying to calm your heartbeat while your eyes search for the source of the voice. You'd think finding who the voice belonged to would calm your nerves, but you suddenly feel your heart pounding harder than it did a few seconds ago when your eyes finally lock in on the other person's face. Oh god… Sangyeon.

"Uh—" You try to swallow down the non-existent lump stuck in your throat. "The rest of the team couldn't make it today so I volunteered to help…"

"I know, I signed up with you weeks ago to check on inventory, remember?" He awkwardly laughs. And in that moment, it only occurred to you that you did in fact sign up with Sangyeon for this weeks ago, the whole rift between you two making you forget that little detail.

"R-right…" You turn away to focus on the task at hand before he spots the embarrassed look on your face, quietly praying that he will decide to just leave you to your work.

But apparently, the universe had other plans for you today.

Sangyeon starts walking down the center aisle of the auditorium. The sound of his footsteps is so slow and gentle it's more nerve-wracking than any sound you've ever heard. You really do try your best to ignore him, but that alone starts to become difficult as the faint scent of his warm cologne starts to invade your senses.

"Need a hand?" Sangyeon offers, taking a step closer to the edge of the stage.

"No, I've got it," you quickly reply as your eyebrows furrow in frustration at a particularly difficult knot.

Sangyeon chuckles at your stubbornness, finding it cute rather than annoying. Suddenly, he places his hands on the edge of the stage and pulls himself up, his figure now closer to you than ever before as he sits right across from you.

"Here—" He grabs the tumbleweed of rope from your hands and starts to untangle the mess effortlessly.

"You were always a stubborn one, huh?" he teases, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

"I only learn from the best," you reply, sharing a slightly awkward laugh together.

"Come on," Sangyeon says, his voice softer now. "I'll help you so you don't stay up too late."

At first, you were worried about how awkward it would be to have Sangyeon around you for a couple more hours considering everything that has happened between you two. But much to your surprise, it was like nothing happened at all, as if you two were just picking up where your friendship had left off.

The first couple of minutes or so were obviously weird, but as soon as Sangyeon made a joke about an incident that happened backstage weeks ago with two of the crew members, you couldn't help but burst out laughing. From that point on, you two were talking nonstop as you tried to untangle the rope together. And for the first time in weeks, you both felt that missing part of you become whole again.

By the time you both finished straightening out the rope, he asked you what other tasks you had left so he could work on some while you did the other half. You both got up to do your tasks and met back at the same spot where you sat cross-legged from one another to finish retouching the paint on some props.

As the night went on, Sangyeon couldn't help but steal glances at you as you focused on painting the item in your hand. A warm, fuzzy feeling engulfed his entire body, remembering how it felt to be around you like this again.

He suddenly snapped back into reality as you let out a loud sigh as you brush the loose hair from your cheek with the back of your hand. A light streak of paint smudges your skin, making Sangyeon chuckle at the sight of it.

"What's so funny?" You looked at him quizzically. Sangyeon couldn't help but smile at your confused face. Without hesitation, he put down the brush in his hand and leaned closer to you.

"You've got a little something—" He held your head steady with his palm as his thumb tried to remove the smudge of paint on your cheek.

You suddenly became aware of how close you were to Sangyeon. You could see every detail of his face. Your heart began to race as you realized he was staring at you intently, his breath catching in his throat.

"T-there. Just a bit of paint, that's all—" Sangyeon stammered, his eyes never leaving your face. Before he could lower his hand, you impulsively grabbed his wrist a little more firmly than you had hoped, instantly missing the warmth of his palm against your cheek.

You melt at the touch of his caress, eyes closing as his warm hand envelops your skin. You turn your head slightly for your lips to lightly touch his inner wrist. Your heart starts pounding out of your chest; it's as if this moment seems too familiar to you.

"Sangyeon?" You say his name under your breath, wondering if he could hear how loud your heart is beating in this moment. Wondering if his heart is also beating as loud as yours.

Sangyeon's lips part, his mind running a mile a minute as he tries to find the right words to say. How can he, especially when you look at him with deep longing? After everything that has happened between you two?

He sees your eyes falter with his lack of response as you try to slowly pull away from him. Regret starts to consume him, knowing that this would be the last time he'd ever get close to you again.

No, he can't lose you, not like this. It's either he does it now or regrets this for the rest of his life.

"Fuck it—" Sangyeon grips the back of your neck and pulls you towards him, your lips suddenly pressed against his.

You impulsively place your hand on his chest and push him away, scanning his face for his reaction. But all you can see is how dilated his pupils are, looking at you with an intense gaze you have never seen before. Suddenly, the air around becomes stuffy and surges with desire all at once.

Without a word, you grab the fabric of his shirt and pull him towards you desperately as you smash your lips against his once more. Sangyeon responds with the same level of desperation as he cups your face between his warm hands and presses a deeper kiss onto you. He groans at the sound of your faint whimper as he hastily pushes the props and other items that stand between you two to the side, not giving a damn if they get all messed up.

His body hovers over yours as he leans closer to you, gently guiding your back onto the wooden floor of the stage. Your hands try to cling onto his broad shoulders, but as soon as you lay completely flat beneath Sangyeon, you find yourself grabbing onto the back of his hair and pulling him closer than ever before.

He inserts his knee between your legs, causing them to split apart while he tries his best not to place his entire weight onto you. Your core accidentally brushes against his thigh as you both adjust yourselves, gasping into his mouth at the delicious friction below. Sangyeon wastes no time slipping his tongue between your lips, moaning at how your tongues move together so perfectly. He needed to taste more of you or else he would go insane.

As Sangyeon's lips pull away from yours, they start to make a trail from your jaw down to the column of your neck. Each kiss feels as if he's leaving permanent marks on you despite not actually sucking on your skin. Your faint whimpers and sighs of satisfaction encourage him to keep going. He was so lost in the moment that he had forgotten where you were. But that didn't matter to him at all.

All he could think about was having you in his arms again.

Just as things were starting to become even more heated between you two, a loud ringing echoes in the air. The source was coming from your phone, which was just a few inches away from Sangyeon. At first, you tried to ignore it, too caught up in the sensation of Sangyeon's lips on your neck, his hands inching dangerously close to areas that made your core throb in excitement. But when the phone kept on ringing, you couldn't avoid the curiosity any longer.

You reach for your phone, trying to calm yourself before answering so that whoever was calling you wouldn't suspect anything odd on your end (but that alone was difficult as Sangyeon deepened the kisses on your neck).

"Hello?" Your phone fumbles against your ear as you try to hold it steady. "Oh, Hyunjae, I was just—"

As soon as you said his name, Sangyeon froze. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, suddenly bringing him back to reality. He chuckles under his breath, mentally slapping himself for getting so carried away with you like this that he forgot the person thats between you and him.

Sangyeon lets go of your waist and abruptly gets up to straighten his clothes and hair. Without warning, he hops off the stage and walks towards the exit of the auditorium. You try to process what the fuck is happening all the while maintaining your current conversation with Hyunjae over the phone.

"I'll call you back, Hyunjae. Give me a sec—" You get up and try to follow Sangyeon quickly.

By the time you burst through the theater's doors, you see Sangyeon walking to the nearest fountain to take a sip and splash water on his face. You walk towards him carefully as he lets out a sigh of frustration and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Sangyeon?" you call out softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. But he flinches away from your touch, causing a massive ache in your chest.

"This... this was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here," he replies, his voice cold and distant.

"What? Sangyeon, can you please just—"

"It's nothing," he interrupts you.

"It's not nothing. Tell me."

"Seriously, it's nothing. Leave it alone."

"Sangyeon, cut the bullshit," you snap, your patience wearing thin.

"What?" he asks, his tone defensive.

"You've been acting weird towards me ever since the day after my birthday, and I want to know why," you say, your voice rising with frustration. "Why have you been avoiding me? Making me feel like shit?"

Something in Sangyeon seems to snap at your words. "You want to know what it is?" he practically shouts. "Hyunjae. He's my fucking problem. Doesn't help that I see you two everywhere I go and practically hear you two at each other like animals!"

"I didn't even know you were coming over that day!" you retort. "This all wouldn't have happened if you had just not cut me off like that. It fucking hurt, Sangyeon. Then now you can't just suddenly walk into my life again like nothing happened, kiss me, and expect everything to be okay!"

"You wouldn't understand," Sangyeon says, his voice suddenly tired.

"Understand what exactly?" you press.

"I—" Sangyeon struggles to get the words out of his throat.

"That night, your birthday party," he says slowly, searching your face. "You don't remember anything at all?"

"Stop with the cryptic shit and just spit it out!" you say, your patience completely gone.

"Fine!" Sangyeon explodes. "You want to know why I've been avoiding you this whole time?"

You nod, bracing yourself for whatever he's about to say.

"You kissed me."

His words hit you like a train. "W-what?"

"And you wanna know what hurts the most? The way you looked at me the next day when I almost tried to kiss you again. You looked at me with this terrified expression on your face, as if you regretted what had happened." His voice lowers as he explains. You don't notice the tiny dots of tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"W-why didn't you just tell me?" you murmur, the pieces falling into place as you realize your dream from last night was actually a forgotten memory.

"I panicked," Sangyeon admitted. "What if you didn't mean it at all and I just made a fool of myself? I didn't want to ruin our friendship. And I know how dumb it was of me to cut you off, but it hurt knowing that you didn't feel the same way and I would have to live with that memory every time I looked at you."

A numbing silence fills the air for a moment.

"I—I couldn't face you after knowing what your lips felt like, what it felt like to hold you. I'm a coward, I know that now. I should've apologized during the dance, but it was too late."

You stood there, frozen, as Sangyeon poured his heart out. Then he suddenly asks you a question that made your heart stop.

"If I hadn't kissed you just a while ago, would you still have talked to me? Would you have chosen me over Hyunjae?" Before you could formulate a response, your phone rang again. It was Hyunjae. Sangyeon's face fell, and he took a step back.

"Go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll finish up the work inside."

You stand frozen as Sangyeon walks away. Everything suddenly feels too intense that you don’t even realize the tears that start to run down your cheeks. You need to get out of here or else you’ll drive yourself insane.

You grab your phone, fingers hovering over Hyunjae's number. At first you hesitate, torn between telling him the truth about your feelings for Sangyeon or seeking physical comfort to forget about everything. Your irrational brain picks the latter option instead.

“My place tonight? 😉”

Everything for you was completely a blur. One minute you're standing still outside the auditorium, the next you're pouncing on Hyunjae as soon as he rings your doorbell. You were so in over your head you had no grasp of time or any coherent thought.

"Looks like someone's missed me a bit too much, hm?" Hyunjae mumbles as he kisses you messily, pressing you against your front door.

"Just shut up and fuck me already, will you?" You breathe out, grabbing his hair in your hands.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks before you both start hastily walking into the living room, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in your path.

To Hyunjae, this wouldn't be the first time he's seen you so worked up like this over him. But something about you right now seemed a bit off. Yes, seeing you incredibly horny like this was exciting, but your movements did not match the energy in your eyes. It was almost like you were on autopilot to him.

There's definitely something bothering you, he thinks. Or maybe you've been working all day and just need a way to relax. He'll probably check in on you later but for now, all he can think of is hearing those beautiful moans you make for him.

Too eager to get a taste of you, Hyunjae drags you over to your couch as he pulls you in to straddle his lap. He wastes no time littering your neck with kisses, groping your ass while you grind on his growing bulge.

"C'mere." He grabs your face in his hands, admiring little details of your face while he smiles to himself. "Tired from today?"

"Mhm." You hastily reply, wanting to not think of anything else except Hyunjae's touch. So you lean in to kiss his neck while moving your hips on his lap, your hands struggling to unbuckle his belt.

The way you answered just now threw Hyunjae off. There was definitely something wrong with you. How does he know? It was all in your eyes. Usually, you looked at Hyunjae directly when he called your attention. But now? It was like you were trying to completely avoid any sort of eye contact with him, and that was making him feel uneasy.

"Hey, uh—are you alright?" He calmly asks while gently holding your hips.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You mumble against his throat. Hyunjae thought he might be overthinking, but the more you struggled to unbuckle his belt (which was not a difficult task for you in the past), he couldn't continue on with you like this.

He calls out your name, hoping you'd stop to look at him, but you don't pay him mind. He says your name two more times and you still ignore him. Instead, he grabs your wrists and holds them up to finally get your attention.

"Talk to me, please—" He searches your face, trying to get a better look at you.

"There's nothing to talk about, Hyunjae." You huff out, irritated that he suddenly halted your movements.

"You think I'm dumb? There is clearly something wrong and you don't wanna say it," he says sternly, trying not to get too irritated with how you're acting towards him.

"I'm telling you there's nothing wrong."

"I don't believe that at all."

"Ugh, Hyunjae, can you just stop? It's none of your business!"

"It is my business if it's making you this upset—"

"Why do I have to tell you anyway?! It's not like you're my real boyfriend—" Your eyes widen as you suddenly regret saying those last words. And to add fuel to the fire, the way Hyunjae looks at you makes you want to vomit. You've never seen his face drop in an instant. The way the light in his eyes burned out so quick, too.

"Hyunjae, I— I didn't mean to, I'm so—"

"You're right," Hyunjae interrupts you.

"What?" You look at him confused.

"You're right. I'm not your boyfriend. But I am your friend. And I deserve to know what's been bothering you because I care about you so much I hate seeing you like this."

His stern but concerned voice hits you so fast you end up bursting into tears on the spot. Sobbing hysterically into his chest as you cry out all the pent-up emotions you locked away from tonight.

Hyunjae instantly wraps his arms around you and envelops you in a warm embrace. He gently strokes your hair while steadying his own breath, waiting for you to calm down until you feel better. You both sit in silence for a few minutes until Hyunjae's voice breaks the ice.

"It's about Sangyeon, isn't it?" He says calmly. Your head springs up in response.

"How did you—"

"The last time I saw you cry like this was when you were outside the gym during the dance." Hyunjae cups your face and wipes the remaining tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

"And well… if you were crying about me, we know it's for an entirely different reason." He smirks, trying to lighten the mood. You let out a faint laugh as he continues to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"You should be with him—" Hyunjae says as he looks into your eyes. Before you can even ask, he continues. "That's who you want to be with, right? That's who you should be with right now, not me."

"Hyunjae, I—" You shake your head in disbelief. "What about you?"

"Me?" He asks with a surprised tone. "This isn't about me! It's about you. I'm not the one you need, we both know that. We both knew that at the very beginning. It was always Sangyeon." Hyunjae's voice starts getting weaker the more he speaks out the truth.

"I've always seen the way he looked at you and how you looked at him. It's clear as day that you both need each other more than you both realize it."

"But what about our agreement?" You ask him softly.

"Remember the first rule? If one of us wants to stop this thing at any given moment, the contract will end." He pauses his thought as he looks at you a little longer, taking you to memory before letting out a big sigh.

"And besides, our agreement broke a long time ago."

"What do you mean?" Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Well—" Hyunjae's cheeks start to warm up. "I fell in love with you the night of our first time." He faintly smiles. Rule number two, if any of us catch some sort of feelings for one another, the contract is immediately terminated.

"That night, you looked at me like I was the most important person in the world. That I wasn't the guy everyone in school knew as some kind of dick. You looked at me as Hyunjae, the real Hyunjae." He brushes a hair behind your ear. "How dumb of me to fall for those pretty eyes of yours." He sighs once more, trying his best to not let you see his lips quivering.

"I'm so sorry—" You start to tear up, knowing that this would probably be the last moments you have with Hyunjae.

"Hey, don't go all soft on me just because I said that, alright?" Hyunjae tries to bring energy back into his voice.

"I knew what I was getting into. You deserve to be happy, and if I'm not the reason for your happiness and you're stuck with me, that would break my heart even more."

He grabs your face so you could look him in the eye properly. "Got it?" You nod in response.

"Now c'mon. Be a good hostess and walk me out of your apartment." Hyunjae smiles before grabbing your wrists and pulling you up from his lap.

He helps you grab your clothes on the floor and even dresses you up and does the same for himself after. By the time he sets one foot out your front door, he suddenly turns around to face you.

"Can I just have one more request from you before this is all over?" he asks.

"Oh? What would that be?" You look up at him.

"Just one kiss goodbye." He smirks playfully. You chuckle before nodding your head to give him the go signal.

You close your eyes waiting for the warmth of his lips on yours for the last time, but instead feel it on your forehead.

"Don't be a stranger, alright?" he places his hand on your shoulder and gently rubs it for the last time before completely heading out the door.

For the last couple of hours, Sangyeon did nothing but lie on his bed and stare at the ceiling. He could still feel his heart pounding in his ears from your heated exchange at the auditorium earlier this evening. What made things worse was the fact he could still feel your lips on his, and your little sighs of pleasure were replaying in his head.

Where did it all go wrong? Was it when he offered to help you? Or when you leaned into his palm just like you did when you first kissed him? He couldn't stop mentally beating himself up for going off like that on you when you didn't even remember that night to begin with.

And now, not only did he pour his heart out, but there's also a guaranteed chance you may never speak to him again. He regrets this night more than keeping the truth from you.

2 A.M. was what was read on the clock of his bedside table when he turned his head. He hardly even noticed the time go by as too many thoughts and emotions were stirring in his head. His head started to ache from staying up too late.

It was difficult to forget everything that had happened between you two, but sleep seemed like the best option for him at the moment to distance himself from the issue. Sangyeon tried to close his eyes and count sheep; he could slowly start to feel himself drift into sleep until he heard loud knocks on his front door.

Pissed off, he groans and trudges to see who had interrupted his moment to fall sleep. Sangyeon swings the door open quickly, hoping to show the person on the other side his irritable mood.

"You better have a good explanation as to why you're here—" Sangyeon's eyes widen at the unexpected visitor.

"Hyunjae? What— what are you doing here?" he asks.

"Do you love her?" Hyunjae looks him in the eye.

"What?" Sangyeon's eyebrows furrow at the vague question.

"I said," Hyunjae sighs out of frustration, "Do you love her? Because she fucking loves you, man. And if you don't go over there right now—" Hyunjae takes a step forward, his figure almost towering over Sangyeon's.

"You will lose the greatest person that has ever come into your life," he asserted firmly. Out of nowhere, Hyunjae pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and shoves it into Sangyeon's hand.

"No time to explain, just go!" Hyunjae increases his voice slightly.

Sangyeon stays still for a moment, trying to process what the hell is happening right now, then moves hastily to grab his phone, keys, and put on his shoes. As soon as Sangyeon locks his front door, he turns around to face Hyunjae.

"T-thanks, man. I owe you one," he humbly says. Hyunjae faintly smiles, nodding in return. A silent truce being made between the two.

Sangyeon drives to your place like a maniac, not caring if he has run any stop lights or whatever. He doesn't care at all. All he can think about is getting there in time to see you before it's too late to win you back. By the time he reaches your front door, he takes a deep breath before ringing your doorbell.

You open the door slowly, cautious about who could be visiting you at this time. The moment you peek and get a glimpse of Sangyeon's face, your face knits in confusion.

"S-Sangyeon? What are you doing here?" You look up at him. Sangyeon can see how red and puffy your eyes are; it almost makes him mentally beat himself up once more, but he will deal with that later.

"I came to see you," he matches your whisper. "Can I come in?" You nod and open the door wider as he takes off his shoes, lets himself in, and places the bouquet of flowers down on a table. You're slightly stunned as soon as you close the door and turn around to see Sangyeon standing close to you.

"W-what are you doing?" Your voice quivers as your eyes search his.

"What I should've done a long time ago—" he gently grabs your face in his palms, observing your reaction to his touch before leaning in to give you a light kiss on the lips. You try your best to kiss him back with the same firmness despite feeling incredibly weak from crying your eyes out the whole night.

When Sangyeon pulls away from the kiss, he then gently kisses your forehead and slowly litters your face with his kisses. You instinctively wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer while your eyes flutter shut and melt into his touch. Tears of joy start streaming down your face as your heartbeat slowly paces itself to a calm rhythm.

"You really hurt me, you know?" you croak.

"And I'll never do that again." Sangyeon looks deeply into your eyes. "I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you." He kisses your forehead once more before pulling you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around your hips while yours move to wrap around his neck.

You stay like this for a while, basking in each other's warm embrace. As Sangyeon opens his eyes for a moment, he catches his reflection staring back at him through a mirror nearby. When his eyes drift to the back of your figure, his heartbeat starts to rise intensely.

It did not occur to him that when you opened the door, you were wearing nothing but a short and very thin nightgown. Naturally, the silk of the nightgown bunches up as his arms hold your waist, giving him a tasteful glimpse of not only your lace underwear but also the fact that the undergarment you’re wearing shows your ass beautifully.

Sangyeon suddenly starts a coughing fit, trying to beat his chest to clear his throat while you're taken aback.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You hold his shoulder while he attempts to regain his composure.

"I—uh—" He scratches the back of his head, trying his best to avoid looking in your direction. But that fails when you catch him scanning your figure and his cheeks suddenly glowing a shade of pink.

"I—I can turn around while you grab a robe." His eyes look around your apartment. You giggle at his sudden embarrassment, finding it rather endearing more than anything. You take a step closer to him, your bodies practically millimeters apart.

"It's alright Sangyeon, you can look." You try to hide the smirk forming on your lips.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman here, okay?" He replies, still trying to avoid your gaze. But he is instantly brought back to face you as you pull his chin with your thumb and index finger to get him to look directly into your eyes.

"But… what if I don't want you to be a gentleman tonight?" you whisper.

"Oh, thank fucking God—" Sangyeon pulls you into a heated kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck once more as his hands travel down to the doughy flesh of your ass, groping and kneading it.

Your hands are all over each other as you both struggle to make your way into your bedroom, giggling in between kisses as he nearly trips over your carpet. Sangyeon eagerly plops you down on the edge of your bed, kneeling down to match your eye level as you pull him by his shirt to swipe the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip. He moans into your mouth as he opens up for you, intertwining his tongue with yours as his hands rest on your lap.

Sangyeon slowly spreads your legs apart and inserts himself in between, his hands gripping your inner thighs as his lips start to travel down to your neck. You sigh out dreamily, feeling the warmth of his lips make their mark on you.

You suddenly yelp at a particular spot that Sangyeon nips. He pulls away to check if you're okay. You nod, giving him the signal to continue. Before diving back in, Sangyeon notices the spot he had nipped was already red, indicating a mark had been made prior to his own.

Hyunjae… He can already hear that laugh ringing in his ears, but decides not to let the idea get to him and focus on you right now.

Sangyeon continues to litter your neck with kisses, leaving a trail as he makes his way to kissing your inner thighs. Your breathing starts to shake as his lips inch closer to your sex. Sangyeon wasn't even near your core, and he could already feel the heat radiating from you, making him smirk against your skin before giving a featherlight kiss to the wet patch on your underwear.

"Sangyeon, please…" You whine, desperate to feel his tongue wedged between your folds.

"Shh, it’s okay," he looks up at you as he kisses your clothed mound once more. "Let me take the lead."

His fingers pull your panties to the side, feeling his length throb at the beautiful sight of your slick glistening, enticing him to just dive into you. And he does exactly that as he kisses your folds before lapping his tongue between them, taking his sweet time to memorize what you feel like against his wet muscle.

You let out a loud moan as you lie back to enjoy the feeling of Sangyeon between your legs. He continues on like this for a moment until the tip of his tongue starts to circle around your sensitive bud, making your hands fly to his head to pull his face closer to your core.

His lips suck on your throbbing clit as he inserts two fingers into your entrance, curling them up to hit that spot that makes your eyes roll back. Your hips start to mindlessly move on their own as you grind yourself on Sangyeon's face. You sound incredibly hot; it spurs Sangyeon to lower his sweatpants down to free his aching cock and fist it harshly.

You start to feel your high approaching fast, the knot inside you ready to snap any second now. But the moment the vibrations of Sangyeon's groan ring against your core, you scream in ecstasy. You clench your thighs together, squeezing his head as your essence bursts in Sangyeon's mouth. For a quick moment, he thinks to himself that if he could choose to leave this earth, he would gladly go out by being suffocated between your legs.

He pulls his head away to check on you, your chest rising and falling heavily as you catch your breath. You couldn't believe the sight before you right now: Sangyeon's disheveled hair as he too catches his breath, the shine of your essence all over his mouth and chin, and the warmth of his cheeks flaring.

"T-that was—" You try to express your current state, but Sangyeon interrupts you as he quickly removes his shirt and gets up from his spot, exposing his glorious abs and his incredibly hard cock standing at attention. You were so mesmerized by his body you didn't even see him suddenly hovering over your body and kissing you like a man starved.

"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart—" he mumbles against your lips. He spreads your legs further apart with his knee and lowers his weight on you, the tip of his manhood nudging your sensitive clit in the process.

Sangyeon kisses your chest, busy distracting you with the way his mouth sucks on your exposed nipple. He swiftly grabs your legs to wrap them around his torso. And in one swift moment, his thick, veiny length fills you up entirely. You both moan as he starts to roll his hips into you, pumping himself in and out of your cunt as your walls grip around him tightly.

Your bodies begin to melt into each other the longer Sangyeon fucks into your heat, all the raw emotions that have been brewing between you finally free from their confinement. He buries his head into your neck as his thrusts start to become stuttered, the throb of his length inside you signaling his high approaching. You dig the heels of your feet into his lower back, locking him in place as you also feel yourself reaching for the stars once more.

"Let go, Sangyeon, it's okay." You moan into his ear, and instantly he lets out a guttural moan as he stills his movements. His warm release bursts inside you as your own high finally falls off the edge, your walls gripping his member like a vice as he embraces you tightly in the process.

You allow yourselves to stay like this a little longer, taking the time to process everything that had just happened before Sangyeon pulls out and gets up to grab a warm towel to get you cleaned up. He freshens up a bit in your bathroom before finally joining you under the covers. You lay your head on his chest as he pulls you in for a hug.

You sigh dreamily, looking up at him as he smiles at you. You both slowly kiss once more before finally drifting to sleep, both your hearts and minds finally put at ease.

The next day, you wake up with Sangyeon hugging you close. His lips are pressed on your forehead as you feel the warmth of his breath fanning you. You smile, recalling the events of last night and finally being in Sangyeon's arms again.

You slowly peel his arms off you as you get up to use the restroom and make yourself coffee. As you finish brewing your coffee, the bouquet of flowers Sangyeon had put down on the counter catches your eye. You gently grab the bouquet and find a good vase to transfer the flowers into. A sealed envelope tucked between the flowers falls to your feet.

You pick up the envelope and scan the item in your hand for a quick moment before opening the flap and seeing the card inside. You smile to yourself as soon as you read the note, a bittersweet feeling blooming in your chest as you read:

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't be crying anymore, okay? — L.HJ"

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xxemiexx · 1 year

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Kidnapped & Birthing

1970 words

— Request — :)

Kidnapping, pushing the baby back in, birth denial, clothing birth, dark storyline

You took deep breaths as you were bouncing on the birthing ball, the deep ache in your stomach as a contraction built up.

You'd read online about how masturbation was good for relieving pain during labour and you were up for any help.

Letting out a sigh as you rubbed the vibrator over your clit stretching your arms around your heavily pregnant, low stomach, moving in time with the bouncing and bringing yourself to orgasm just as the contraction hit.

"Ohhh! Yes right there!" You rode out the high, feeling the baby wriggle around inside you.

You couldn't let the labour get too far as you still had to go to the bank to open an account for savings for the baby. You'd promised yourself you'd do it before the baby comes so it was now or never.

You heaved yourself up from the ball and pushed the vibrator inside yourself, moaning as it rubbed your g-spot.

You quickly pulled on some tight panties and some leggings before getting your bag, the contractions were coming around every 20 minutes now but it was a 10 minute drive to the bank.

You used the remote control for the vibrator to turn it to a slow buzz inside you as you got in your car, grinding yourself against the seat searching for friction.

You start the drive, reaching a hand into your leggings to rub your clit, you got close as you pulled up to a red light.

"Yes!" You arched your back and threw your head back, thanking your tinted windows no one could see you orgasm.

The light turned to green and you were soon on your way again, getting to the bank in good time. When you move to get out your car a contraction takes your breath away. Only 12 minutes apart!

"Fuck come on baby, give mama a chance!" You hiss as your rub the contracting bump, you notice the feeling of pressure sitting lower in your hips as you stand up now.

"I hope the line is short!" You say under your breath. When you get in there only 4 people stood before you and a worker, why is only one window open? You groan internally but reach into your pocket to distract yourself with the vibrator.

You turned it to a rhythmed buzz, it got stronger as it went on, you bit your lip to keep the moan inside as you rubbed your thighs together.

The little pressure was enough to get you just close enough, leaving you right on the edge, but you had to step forward as the next person was served.

You felt the same pressure building up as you stood there again, the edging from the time before making the need to cum feel primal.

You were getting close again when the bank doors flew open and 5 men with masks on and machine guns in hand came running in.

"Get on the fucking ground now!" They screamed as they pushed people down.

You gasped and got on your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.

"Everyone's gonna stay nice and calm whilst we do this, no sudden movements, no noise, no cops, no death!" One explained, like it was simple as they started getting money from the person at the window.

A contraction took a hold of you and forced a whimper out of you, drawing a masked man's attention.

"Did you hear what he said? No noise sweetheart, are you in labour? I've always wanted to watch a bitch struggle to give birth." He smirked as he put his foot on my stomach, his big boot digging into your skin and pushed you back to a sitting position.

"We could have fun here sweetie." He smirked under his mask and applied a heavy pressure onto your stomach making you open your mouth in a silent scream.

You groaned as you felt the baby move suddenly, a lot of the pressure you were feeling was now much lower down and was pushing against the vibrator.

You panted as the man bent down to pull your leggings down to your knees, he left your panties up but moved them to the side as he moved his fingers to your clit, gasping as he rubbed in small circles.

This paired with the vibration was enough to make you cum in 20 seconds, your back arching as a moan left you.

He moved back to your opening and pulled the vibrator out.

"Using this in public, naughty girl." He tutted and shoved 2 fingers into you he didn't get far before they hit something.

"Well well well." his fingers moving around inside you roughly.

He pushed his fingers deep inside you, taking your breath away.

"I can feel the head, don't you need to push?" He taunted, "I bet it would feel so good to relieve some of the pressure by pushing." His fingers kept working inside of you whilst his thumb played with your clit.

The overwhelming sensation made you cry out as you pushed with the next contraction.

The man chuckled at your efforts.

He removed his fingers and you pushed again, desperate for some kind of relief.

You felt something at your opening, something coming out! You reach around your stomach to feel the sac full of water, still intact and bulging out of you.

"Shall we keep the waters or would you like me to break them?" The man ran his fingers over the bulge, pushing it back inside you.

"Please break it!" You beg and reach for the vibrator, holding it to your clit, desperate for release.

The man dug his fingers into the sac roughly, trying to tear through it but mainly just pushed it back inside. "It's too strong, I can't break it." He said, giving up without really trying.

Another contraction forced your knees up and made you bear down hard, the head coming to your opening as you cry out grabbing everyone's attention.

"Hey shut the fuck up! Plug her up if she can't keep quiet!" Another suggested.

You threw your head back as your came mid contraction.

"Please help me up, the baby needs to come out!" You beg frantically.

"For fuck sake!" One of the men huffed and pushed the one at my knees out the way. He pushed your panties to the side and roughly pushed the head back away from your opening, forcing the baby back inside your womb.

You open your mouth to scream but a cloth is clamped over it instantly blocking your scream.

"Can I take this one?" The guy covering my mouth asked.

The man at my knees rolled his eyes. "If you really want to."

The man shoves the vibrator back inside you but your vision is blurring and you see him reach into a bag but don't see what he gets before you black out.

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When you wake you're overwhelmed with sensations, needing to push, feeling the vibrator and being on the edge of cumming.

You rub your thighs together, searching for friction as the feeling overtakes you and the orgasm hits you so hard your head spins.

You take some deep breaths for a few seconds and open your eyes, they dart around the dark room you don’t know.

You can’t see over your bump but you can’t open your legs, and there is tape over your mouth.

You come to a harsh realisation you’ve been kidnapped, you need to push and your legs are taped shut.

Your screams are muffled as you struggle, you manage to roll onto your side, your hands are taped behind your back so they are of no use.

You scream as you roll onto your front, the pressure pushing your baby down.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to your knees, taking a minute as a contraction pulled you from your thoughts.

You use your head against the wall to push yourself to your feet the gravity making the urge to push feel primal.

You scream and push, bending your knees and praying the tape breaks.

Against all odds, you feel the vibrator slipping allowing you to groan a relived sigh.

You look around to see the door and try to take a step, your legs are too taped to take even a tiny step so you have to hop, the first hop shoves the baby’s head between your pelvis and you suddenly feel very full.

The second hop dislodges the vibrator into your panties.

The sigh of relief is short lived though as on the third hop, it slips forward through your arousal and nestles against your clit.

“Mmmmm!” Your moans are muffled as your legs almost buckle under you.

By the 6th hop a contraction crashes with your orgasm.

You cry out, all the feelings are far too much for you to cope with.

You get ready to take the next hop, but you land with a pop.

Fluid trickles down your legs and you need to push.

You squat down with your legs taped together the head making its way to your opening with this push.

Your mind is racing.

You hop to the door, lurching forward with the pain, this seems to give the head more room, the baby crowning in your panties.

A scream rips out of you and you decide you can’t hop anymore. Your hands are working to wiggle the wasteband of your leggings down, but you can’t get them down far enough.

The vibration on your clit is building you closer once more as the struggle brings a lot of friction.

You use the door handle to hook your leggings onto and pull up.

You don’t get much room but with the next push the head bulges.

You’re panting through the pain, allowing yourself to stretch just as an orgasm hits and you push accidentally, the head popping out into your panties.

You know you don’t have room to birth any more of the baby out but you push again, feeling a shoulder start to emerge but go straight back inside when you stop.

You turn around and use your hands behind your back to open the door, hopping forward to pull the door.

Before you can turn around you feel something press against the head bulging in your leggings.

You gasp and tears fall down your face.

“That was beautiful sweetheart!” He chuckles and reaches inside your leggings to the vibrator at your clit, he rubs against it in small circles through your panties.

The action making your underwear tighter, forcing the head back inside you.

You shake your head but can’t hold back the moan as the orgasm barrels into you, the force making you contract involuntarily.

The baby comes out to the elbows.

“Oh god that’s good!” The masked man rubs himself through his trousers.

“I want to push that thing back inside you and watch you do it over again!” He moaned but you can’t stop yourself from pushing again.

Your panties are full, there is no more room.

He reaches inside his trousers and moans, “When I get close, I’ll let it out.” He continues to rub himself, picking up the pace after a few minutes.

He reaches into your leggings and pushes the vibrator to your clit, this is enough to have you on edge instantly. The orgasm washing over both of you has he pulls your panties to the side and you push the baby fully out into your leggings.

The crying hits you straight away and you cry with relief.

“Well that, sweet girl, was beautiful.” He took the baby out of your leggings and cut the cord with a pocket knife.

“I’m gonna keep you.” He kissed your cheek and retreated back out the door and up the stairs.

#birth denial #birth kink #giving birth #pushingbabybackin #clothing birth #kidnappedbirth #darkbirthstory #labour #water breaking #ineedtopush #birth story

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thalia-writes · 10 months

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Stolen Shirt NSFW

Konig x F!reader

18+ only

Word count: 3.3K

Summary: A late night gym session and a gym bag mix up leads to a rather interesting confrontation

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings/tags: Oral fem and male receiving, p!inV, degradation, praise kink, Dom!Konig, (i think that’s all of them)

Notes: This is my first time writing anything to completion, and my first time posting my writing. If you have any constructive criticism I would love to hear it! Thank you, I hope you enjoy it:)

Translations:

Liebe = love

Liebling = Darling

Meine Schatz = my sweetheart

Schatz = treasure

Scheiße = fuck

Music blasts in your ears as you pound your fists against the punching bag. Sweat drips down your forehead as you lose yourself in the rhythm of your fists and your music. You’d had an exceptionally long day and needed to get out your frustrations before you turned in for the night. As your playlist comes to an end, you lower your arms and unwrap your knuckles while you walk to the showers. After a brisk shower you dry yourself off only to realize that you left your sweatshirt in your bag that was sitting in the main gym. You glance at the clock and decide no one else would be in the gym at this hour so you walk out of the shower in your sweats and wrap an arm around yourself to cover your breasts. You turn the corner and walk right into hard muscle. You look up in shock to find Konig staring down at you.

“Oh my god!” you shout startled. “I’m so sorry Konig, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here at this hour.”

“Clearly” He replies, quickly glancing down at your barely covered torso. Your face immediately flushes in embarrassment.

“Shit, I- um, I need to go,” you stammer. You quickly brush past him and practically run to where your bag is laying on the bench. Hastily grabbing it and throwing on your sweater, you run out the door and back to your room which thankfully wasn’t very far. You shut the door behind you, throwing your bag onto the floor.

“Of fucking course he had to be there,” you mutter to yourself, shaking your head. Of all people, it had to be him. You’ve had a crush on your colonel since the day you started at Kortac. You sigh before opening your gym bag to dig out your shirt when you realize that this was not, in fact, your bag. It was Konigs. You must’ve grabbed his by mistake when you made a mad dash out of the gym. You were too tired and too embarrassed to admit your mistake to him tonight, so you decided you would just return his bag to him tomorrow.

You start getting ready for bed when you see it, Konigs shirt peeking out from within his gym bag. You shake your head, no that would be wildly inappropriate to wear your Colonel’s shirt! You start walking towards your bed when you find yourself turning and walking towards the bag instead. Although, you think to yourself, no one would know, you could just wash it in the morning and he would be none the wiser. You fight an internal battle before finally giving in and throwing the shirt on. Immediately you were overwhelmed with his scent, subconsciously you took a deep inhale. The shirt engulfed you, the hem of the shirt resting on your mid-thigh, you didn't even bother throwing your pajama bottoms on before crawling into bed and shutting off the light.

~1 hour later~

You’re awoken by knocking at your door. You frown to yourself before getting out of bed, wondering what could’ve happened that would be so important that you would be needed at this hour. You swing the door open to find Konig standing there.

“I believe this is yours?” he asks, holding out your gym bag.

“Oh yes it is, I must've grabbed yours by mistake. Give me a second I’ll grab your bag” you say as you start to turn towards where you set Konigs bag.

“Wait” Konig states, making you freeze in your half turn, “Is that my shirt?” he asks in a low voice.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, you think to yourself. You turn back to face him but keep your head low to avoid eye contact.

“I have no good excuse, Sir, I was tired and it was right there so i just put it on, but I shouldn’t have-'' you begin to ramble an apology before you get interrupted by Konig walking into you, forcing you backwards as he walks into your room, the door shutting behind him. He continues until your back hits the wall, he places his hand on the wall by your head to cage you in. You gasp and look up at him as he looks down at you.

“I need you to tell me exactly why you put my shirt on,” Konig says slowly, his chest heaving.

Oh man, you really fucked up this time, you think to yourself.

“I told you, it was the closest thing to me so I-” you say before you’re silenced by Konig's other hand gripping your jaw.

“Do not lie to me Y/N” He growls.

Despite yourself, you can feel heat pool in your stomach at his touch and how close he is. You say nothing, not having a good excuse, biting your lip in embarrassment . Konig glances at your lips before groaning and pressing his body against yours, pressing you deeper into the wall. You squirm and freeze when you feel something hard poking your lower abdomen. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Do you feel that, liebling? Do you feel what the sight of you does to me?”

Your breath hitches as he pulls his head away to look you in the eye.

“I need you to tell me if this is what you want, because I will not be able to withhold myself from you for much longer” Konig says, grabbing your chin again to make you look at him. You look at him with wide eyes, before nodding slightly. Konig’s grip on your chin tightens before shaking his head.

“I need words, liebe” He says, his intense gaze turning your insides to jelly.

“Yes, Konig, I want this, please” you whisper.

“Good girl,” Konig groans, before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. You melt into him, your lips moving together with fervor. You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to bring him closer to you. Konig lets out a growl before picking you up off the ground and keeping you against the wall, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. His hands run along your body, feeling every dip and curve. You feel like you’re on fire, every touch sending heat to your core. You moan into the kiss, which he takes advantage of and slides his tongue into your mouth, exploring and tasting every part of you. One hand gripping your waist and the other on your ass, his body keeping you from falling.

He removes his lips from yours and starts peppering kisses down your jaw until he gets to your neck, softly kissing and nipping. You let out a soft moan as soon as his lips touch your neck, tilting your head so he can have better access. The hand that was on your waist traveling up and starting to play with your breast, kneading the flesh through the shirt.

“Konig… please,” you gasp, grinding down onto him trying to relieve the tension in your core. You can feel yourself already soaking through your panties.

“Look at you, liebling, so needy already and I’ve hardly touched you” he coos lips still against your neck. “What do you want love? Hmm? Tell me what you need” he says with fake sympathy.

“You,” you breathe. “Please Konig, I need you, I need to feel you,” you beg. Konig curses quietly before pulling you off the wall and carrying you to your bed. He lays you down before standing and taking his shirt off. You can’t help but stare at his beautiful, toned torso. Your eyes trailing down following the line of hair that disappears underneath the top of his pants. You sit up on your knees and reach forward trailing your hands over his abs, Konig sucks in a breath at your touch. Your hands reach the top of his pants, your hands teasing as you play with the hem. You look up at him from beneath your lashes for permission to continue.

“You wanna suck my cock, Liebe?” He coos as he looks down at you nodding your head.

“Such a needy little slut aren’t you? Want me to shove my big cock down your throat? Go ahead then, schatz, take off my pants.”

As soon as you have his permission you swiftly undo his belt and his zipper and shove his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock as it stands at attention. You almost drool at the sight of it, your eyes widening and looking back up at him.

“Don’t worry love, we’ll make it fit,” he says, a smirk gracing his lips as he takes in your expression.

You lean forward and take the tip into your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue around it. Konig gasps as soon as he feels your mouth. You take him deeper, you hand wrapping around what wasn’t in your mouth. You bob your head, simultaneously sucking and stroking his cock. All the while making eye contact with him.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you look so pretty like this, with my cock in your mouth.”

You moan around him, making him twitch in your mouth. Relaxing your throat you take him deeper, gagging as his dick slides down your throat. Konigs hand grabs a fistful of your hair and starts moving his hips, fucking your throat.

“Such a good little whore, taking my cock deep in your throat. You like it don’t you? You like me fucking your throat nice and deep?” Konig pants. You moan around his length, causing his grip on your hair to tighten. You reach up and play with his balls as he thrusts into your mouth. He yanks your mouth off of him suddenly, chest heaving as he looks down at you.

“As much as I would love to cum inside that sinful little mouth of yours, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock,” Konig says lowly. “But before I do that, I need to get you nice and ready for my big cock, ja?”

He slides your (his) shirt off and pushes you onto your back, leaving you in nothing but your soaked panties.

“Scheiße, I can practically smell you from here, love. You look so pretty like that, in nothing but your panties, your beautiful body on display for me,” Konig says as he takes in the sight of you. “Let me taste these gorgeous tits of yours,” he groans as he crawls on top of you and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and licking while his hand grabs and kneads the other breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. You moan and arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him. He swaps his mouth and hands to give the other the same treatment. You’re already a moaning mess beneath him as he starts kissing his way down your torso.

“Fuck.. Konig.. Please, I.. I need more,” you moan out, moving your hips to try and get some friction on your core. He grabs your hips to keep you still, kissing and teasing his way lower and lower.

“So desperate for me already? Such a little whore for me aren’t you?” Konig says condescendingly. You moan and squirm in his grasp.

“Yes Konig, please, I need you so bad,” you cry. He chuckles darkly at your response,

“And what do you need from me, liebling? Hmm? Tell me what you want,” he says, his fingers tracing circles on your hips, his lips still pressing kisses to your lower abdomen.

“You! I need you, please. Your mouth, your fingers, your cock, anything! Please Konig, I need to feel you so badly,” you beg. Your skin was on fire, you felt like you were going to die if he didn’t touch you.

“Such a good girl, begging for me,” he breathes. He finally slips his fingers under the hem of your underwear and slides them off your legs.

“Fucking hell, schatz, you’re so wet me for me,” he muses, his finger slipping between your folds as he teases your core. You moan loudly as he slowly gathers your arousal on his finger before pushing it inside of you. He slowly moves it, letting you become accustomed to the intrusion before adding another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of you.

“Feels so good,” you manage to say, your back arching as you push yourself onto his fingers.

“Need to taste you, mein schatz,” Konig mutters before dipping his head down and lapping at your clit, moaning at your taste.

“You taste so sweet, I could stay between your thighs for the rest of the night,” he groans. He starts to lap and suck on your clit while his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot within you. Your moans become uncontrollable as your climax starts building. You cover your mouth with your hand to try and stifle them, when Konig wrenches your hand away from your lips.

“Let me hear your beautiful sounds, love. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he says before returning his attention to your core. You cry out in ecstasy as he slowly adds a third finger, stretching you out.

“I’m.. so fucking.. So close,” you ramble, the pleasure coursing through your veins causing you to not be able to form a coherent sentence. His fingers move faster bringing your release closer, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me, cum on my fingers like the needy little slut you are. Let me taste you” Konig says, before sucking on your clit. His words send you over the edge, your back arches and you cry out his name like a prayer as your climax washes over you. He works you through your orgasm, not removing himself from you until you're pushing him away from overstimulation. His mouth and chin covered in your slick, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

You slowly come back down from your high as he crawls back over you and brings his mouth to yours, kissing you slowly and passionately. His hips nestled between your thighs you can feel his hard erection against your core.

“You did so good for me, baby, such a good fucking girl for me” Konig says against your lips, starting to slowly thrust his hips so his erection slides between your folds. That action alone had you wanting more, arousal burning inside you.

“Konig, please… fuck.. I need you inside me please,” you beg. Your hands grabbing at his shoulders and running down his back feeling all of the toned muscles beneath.

“Alright, liebling, you ready?” Konig asks as he coats his dick in your arousal before lining himself at your entrance, nestling the tip against it.

“Yes, I’m ready, please give me your cock,” you whine, moving your hips to try and push him inside you. He lets out a low moan at your words before slowly pushing the tip inside you. Fuck he was so big, you were being stretched like never before. You gasp as he slowly pushes in, inch by inch.

“Are you alright, schatz? Do you need me to stop?” Konig asks, his eyes filled with concern as he looks down at you.

“Yes, yes I'm good! Please don’t stop,” you cry out, desperate to feel him fill you.

“Alright, love, we’re almost there, just a little more,” he grunts out, pulling out slightly before easing back in. Konig lets out a loud groan as he bottoms out inside you. He stretches you in the best possible way, making you feel so full.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Can feel you squeezing my cock,” he groans. His hands grip your waist as he lets you adjust to his size. You start moving your hips against him and he starts moving, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. You moan out his name as you feel his cock reach deep into you, the pleasure coursing through your veins making your brain hazy.

You reach up and grab his head bringing his lips to yours as you kiss him hard. He immediately responds, your lips dancing together as his thrusts start to pick up speed. The both of you moaning into each other's mouths. Your hands grasp at his back, nails digging into his skin trying to hold on as he fucks you.

“Harder, please,” you gasp out and he complies, thrusting into you hard, his cock prodding against your cervix making you cry out.

“Feels so fucking good, baby, your pussy wrapped around my cock, sucking me right back in. Such a greedy little thing,” he mutters, drunk on the feeling of your pussy and your nails digging into his back. Suddenly he pulls out and flips you so you're on all fours, ass up and pussy on display. He gently pushes your back so you arch it perfectly for him, he groans and pushes back in. He starts to fuck you fast and hard, his hands holding your waist with a bruising grip. You sob out in pleasure as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. Konig leans forward and presses his chest against your back to whisper in your ear.

“I can feel you squeezing my cock. You gonna come again already, baby? How pathetic, such a needy, cockdrunk little slut aren’t you?” He leans back and thrusts into you harder, one hand coming down to rub circles on your clit and the other wrapping around your throat squeezing gently.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes just like Konig!” you sob out. “Gonna cum, please let me cum, fuck Konig please!”

“You wanna cum on my cock?” he asks, his grip on your throat tightening slightly, you nod furiously.

“Do it then, be a good little girl and cum all over my fat cock. Be a good slut for me,” he growls as he starts thrusting harder, his fingers playing with your clit. You scream out his name as your climax tears through you, your pussy walls clamping down and fluttering around his length. Konig fucks you through your climax before stilling inside and finishing with a loud groan. He pulls out and grabs his shirt, using it to clean you up. Laying down next to you he turns your face so you can look at him.

“How are you feeling, schatz? Are you alright?” he asks. You look up at him with a smile,

“I am more than alright Konig, that was…. Wow,” you say softly. He chuckles at your response, pulling you closer to him.

“I agree, you should have stolen my shirt sooner,” he says with a teasing smile. You playfully shove his shoulder, rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t do it on purpose I swear!” you protest, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him.

“I don’t care if you did it on purpose or not,” Koning chuckles, placing a hand on your cheek, “I have wanted you since I first laid my eyes on you, meine schatz. I was able to restrain myself, but seeing you in my shirt snapped something inside me.” You lean into his touch as he speaks,

“I might have to wear your clothes more often,” you tease, smiling down at him. He pulls you into him, your head buried into his chest. “Scheiße, schatz, you’re going to be the death of me,” Konig groans, squeezing his arms around you. You giggle and snuggle deeper into him, wrapping your arms around him and tangling your legs with his. The both of you curled up in your bed as you drift off into a blissful sleep, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

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