#OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH WHAT WHAT WHAT OH GOD

[rafeandonlyrafe]

wax

words: 400

warnings: briefly alluding to sex but no smut, pranking rafe as per, established relationship

“how was your day, baby?” rafe asks, gently combing his fingers through your hair as he waits for you to finish taking a drink of your water bottle. the second you swallow, his lips are on yours, giving you a soft peck in greeting.

“really good.” you smile, snuggling into rafe to give him a hug, inhaling his scent that you missed while he was busy. “just did some cleaning around the house. then i got my roots retouched and a wax.”

“very pretty, baby.” rafe says. he doesn't care what your hair looks like, he thinks you look perfect with any color.

“and the wax literally didn't hurt at all.” you hum out. “he used some new type of wax and me and it was painless.”

“who?” rafes body stiffens up as he waits for an explanation.

“my usual waxer.” you roll your eyes like it's a stupid question.

“yeah, avery.” rafe is sure his ears just picked up your words wrong.

“yup.” you nod in confirmation. “avery, he's great.”

“he?!” rafe is sure he heard you right this time.

“the same guy who always does my waxes.” you shrug, resisting the smile that urges to stretch across your features.

“a guy?” rafes voice raises in octave. “you never told me you were getting waxed by a fucking man!”

“what, it's his job.”

“his job? yeah probably because he's a creep who likes looking at girls vaginas.”

“oh my god rafe.” you roll your eyes. “you're being dramatic, he's the best waxer ive ever had.”

“well, you can find someone else. there's gotta be girls out there that are better.” rafe crosses his arms, firm.

“but i like avery.” you pout, almost letting a laugh slip when rafes eyebrows shoot up.

“that's it.” rafe says, grabbing the car keys off the counter that he just sat down. “im going to give avery a piece of my fucking mind.”

“wait, rafe.” you giggle, grabbing his bicep before he can flee. “avery is a girl! i was pranking you.”

you watch every emotion shift through rafes face, from confusion to shock to anger. “baby!”

“sorry!” you quickly say, pointing at your phone hidden on the shelf. “see, just a prank. i got you good.”

“yeah? im gonna get you good for that, brat.” rafe says, reaching down to throw you over his shoulder. 

your phone is forgotten and left recording as he carries you up the stairs.

sfw taglist: @ladyinbl00d @bejeweledreverie @winterrrnight @ethanthequeefqueen

[sanaexus]

social's as sae's girlfriend

-liked by shiidoryu, isaichii and 125.2k others

yourusername: don't be fooled he actually enjoys being with me (the last image is him when he sees me)

tagged: itoshi_sae

itoshi_sae: fuck off ↳yourusername: don't fuck off, fuck me instead ↳itoshi_sae: oh god i hate you ↳yourusername: no you don't ↳itoshi_sae: i don't

shiidoryu: wow sae you've never looked at me like that?? 💔💔😔😔 ↳itoshi_sae: you're an eyesore ↳shiidoryu: and she's not?? ↳yourusername: RUDE ASF?? YOU LOOK LIKE A TOMATO TFYM ↳itoshi_sae: as much as i hate saying it out loud she's pretty i guess ↳yourusername: was the "i guess" necessary? ↳mikka.kaiser: did you use the tomato as tomato or tomato? ↳yourusername: i used it as tomato ↳mikkar.kaiser: ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? ITS TOMATO ↳yourusername: BOY STAFU ITS TOMATO ↳mikka.kaiser: NO??? ↳yourusername: SQAURE UP BITCH I'LL FUCKING FIGHT YOU ↳mikka.kaiser: BET

nikkoki: who got bro smiling like that? ↳yourusername: the waitress ↳nikkoki: elaborate ↳yourusername: she was approaching us multiple times, we thought she liked sae nah turns out she's gay thought i was cute thought sae was my brother and asked for my number lol ↳eita.otoya: ohhhh that's why he looks like he's ab to fight someone ↳yourusername: he don't bite 🥰😋 ↳itoshi_ sae: yes i do tf? ↳yourusername: no you don't

isaichii: he's secretly a hopeless romantic (it's canon you won't change my mind) ↳yourusername: frfr (it is i caught him watching shoujo) ↳isaichi: (NAH WAIT FR?) ↳yourusername: (DEAD SERIOUS) ↳itoshi_sae: for context she put it on, forced me to watch it with her and then left the room ↳yourusername: BOO HOO PARTY POOPER

-liked by kuniisuke, chigi.who and 139.7k others

itoshi_sae: cute (the cat)

tagged: yourusername

karasu_tabito: OH EMM GEE SAE POSTING SOMETHING THAT ISN'T SOCCER?!?!?! ↳mikka.kaiser: for FUCKS SAKE MATE IT'S FOOTBALL ARE YOU AMERICAN OR SOMETHING? ↳megubachi: RAHHH WHAT'S A KILOMETER🔥🔥💯💯🦅🦅💣💣🔫 🔫🔛🔝🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 ↳isaichii: FREEDOM RAHHH 🔥🔥💯💯🦅🦅💣💣🔫 🔫🔛🔝🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 ↳itoshi_sae: sigh

yourusername: OMGOMGOMGOMG IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING SAE'S POSTING ME?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?! ↳shiidoryu: you might have won the war but i'll win the battle ↳yourusername: that's the wrong fucking qoute dumbass ↳reo.miikage: quote* and it isn't even a quote it's idiom ↳rin.itoshi: fucking dumbasses it's a phrase ↳yourusername: kys 🤬🤬

user1: she's🎀so🎀coquette🎀 ↳yourusername: ikr sae called that bow stupid :( ↳itoshi_sae: and i apologized and watched inside out with you ↳yourusername: i know i just like making you feel bad

julian.loki: sae apologizing wasn't on 2024 bingo card but love to see it ↳user2: fr now all that man needs to do is apologize to the better sibling ↳itoshi_sae: fuck off ↳yourusername: what he meant to say is "yes of course" his autocorrect must be acting up ↳itoshi_sae: no, i said what i said

-liked by itoshi_sae, rin.itoshi and 144.3k others

yourusername: did you know i like the beach? i like the beach also sae in his photographer era 😝

tagged: itoshi_sae

itoshi_sae: i was taking picture of the food and you had to ruin it ↳yourusername: you're not gonna say allat when you legit forced me to pose for like 15 minutes ↳itoshi_sae: shut up

user2: her eyelashes are so pretty ☹☹ ↳yourusername: stop im gonna kiss u 👉👈 ↳itoshi_sae: not on my watch ↳user2: boo hoo your js jealous i got a chance ↳itoshi_sae: fuck off ↳yourusername: that's not nice

reo.miikage: damn that looks fine ↳hiyori: what the fuck . ↳kuniisuke: what. ↳reo.miikage: THE FOOD I MEAN YALL ARE SO PERVERTED?? ↳kenyu.yukimiya: MAYBE YOU SHOULD SPECIFY??

nagi.seishiro: who took this pictures though ↳yourusername: idk it was in sae's gallery so i took it lol ↳rin.itoshi: y/n wtf what if some creepy old bald oily man took it? ↳yourusername: that's my type 🥰 ↳itoshi_ sae: wtf? ↳yourusername: shh look away

shiidoryu: i thought he hated the beach? ↳yourusername: HUH?? BRO THAT MAN PLAYS FOR A SPANISH TEAM?? HE'S ALMOST ALWAYS SURROUNDED BY WATER? ↳shiidoryu: IDK BRO HE TOLD ME HATED BEACHES WHEN I ASKED HIM TO COME W ME ↳yourusername: I THINK THAT'S BC YOU ASK HIM AND HE DIDN'T WANNA GO W YOU ↳shiidoryu: THAT'S SO RUDE??

itoshi_sae: you're pretty ↳yourusername: OMGG IT'S HAPPENING OMGOMGOMG CODE RED ↳isaichii: WOOO HOOOOO ↳nikkoki: ITS HAPPENING !! ↳nikkoki: WAIT WHAT'S CODE RED AGAIN ↳chigi.who: js cheer her on ↳itoshi_sae: y/n why are your friends like this ↳yourusername: THEY'RE YOUR FRIENDS TOO? ↳itoshi_sae: nah

wooo we're finally done?? idk how i feel ab this but i hope you enjoyed it <3

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I've been obsessed with your writing for a while now, ur poly marauders is just perfecttt. The way you write them is just so accurate to my personal characterizations and head cannons :)

I had an idea that I thought would be cute but feel free to ignore if it doesn't inspire you ofc.

I was thinking about poly! Marauders x goth! Reader. Like reader forcing them to watch her favorite horror movies or explore abandoned places or like go to a concert or smtn

Omg and the reader dressing up to go out with them and them just dying cuz the eyeliner and fishnets and everything (who can blame them, goth girls r gorgeous 😍😍)

Thanks lovely!!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 927 words

“Is it on me?” James hears the door open, followed by Sirius’ voice, growing shriller. “Is it on me?” 

“I don’t think so.” You sound one part amused and two parts exasperated. “Stay still, I can’t look while you’re moving around.” 

James leaves the dishes in the sink to soak, too curious to prioritize chores. He finds you both in the entryway. Remus is observing from the couch as Sirius stands rigidly still and you pick through his hair unhurriedly. You’re both covered in dust and what looks to be cobwebs, made even more apparent on you by your dark clothing. 

“I thought you were going to drop clothes off at the donation bin,” James says bemusedly. 

“We did,” you reply, at the same time as Sirius says, “It was a trap!”

Remus lifts an eyebrow. James is glad he’s not the only one who seems to be missing something. 

“There’s an old abandoned church not far from there,” you explain casually. “I wanted to check it out, and Sirius thought it could be fun to explore, too.” 

“That was before I knew it housed the world’s largest spider population,” he argues. “Fuck, can someone get this thing off me? If I feel anything crawling I’m gonna flip shit.” 

“Aren’t you already?” Remus murmurs. You grin at him, stepping back to let James take over for you. 

“I assume I’m taking out the web?” James asks, picking out a piece. 

You sigh. “Sirius thought he saw a spider in the car—” 

“I know I did, thank you.” 

“—and he’s worried it got on him. But I’ve been looking, and I haven’t seen it.” 

“I’m fairly sure it would have crawled off by now, love,” Remus says, sitting up on his knees and beckoning you to the couch so he can pull the spiderwebs out of your hair, too. 

“All I know is, if no one finds that thing on me, I’m going to take the world’s hottest shower to make sure it’s dead.” 

“You’ll have to hurry,” Remus reminds him. “Our reservation is at eight.” 

“We can be a few minutes late.” 

“We cannot.”

“Fuck!” James jumps a good few feet back, hands frozen in front of him. 

“What?” Sirius cries. His shoulders seize up. “What is it?” 

“Shit, sorry, it’s nothing. I thought I saw something move, but it was your hair.” 

“Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Sirius puts his face in his hands, sounding less murderous than teary. “Remus, please.” 

“I’ll take care of you next,” Remus replies, dedicatedly combing his fingers through your hair. 

James mumbles an apology as he goes back to doing the same thing to Sirius. All in all, you look like you’ve actually gotten the brunt of it. You’re covered in spiderwebs, likely a result of you simply putting far less work into avoiding them than Sirius. You seem unbothered as Remus unsticks a rather large one from by your ear.  

You go off to change for dinner first, because Sirius refuses to move until both James and Remus have each checked him over for spiders twice, and even then he still insists upon his shower. James can’t say he’d feel differently in his place. 

He thinks he might need a cold shower himself when you come back out. 

“Angel,” James breathes. It’s both an endearment and an observation. His eyes stutter their way up you, continually snagging on fishnet tights and kohl-lined eyes and the little lace ruffle lining your top. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth. 

“You look lovely,” Remus says, smooth where James is not, and you grin as you lean down to kiss him on the cheek. A pink tinge rises up from beneath your boyfriend’s freckles and scars. When you lift your lips, you leave a dark imprint of lipstick behind that James has absolutely no intentions of telling him about. 

“So do you,” you say, as though he’s not wearing the exact same thing he was a minute ago. (Though James is nonetheless inclined to agree. Remus always looks lovely.) Your eyes turn to James, the black liner making them look deeper and even more striking than usual. 

“You do, too,” you tell him. He feels a flock of butterflies (do butterflies have flocks?) scare into flight in his stomach. 

His grin feels wobbly, but certainly not for lack of enthusiasm. “Thanks,” he manages. 

“So, I was talking to Sirius in the bathroom,” you say, sitting on the arm of the couch. James’ eyes follow the movement of your skirt, the way it rides up with the motion. He warms in several places. “He says that if the spider’s not on him, it has to be in the car. He won’t get in it until we’ve checked.” 

Remus exhales heavily through his nose, and you nod your agreement. 

“I’m not convinced he actually saw anything,” you say. “He is so paranoid.” 

“Or maybe you,” James leans over to kiss your cheek, unable to restrain himself any longer as he reaches around you to squeeze the fat of your hip, “are just far too even-tempered from watching so many horror films.” 

“No, he’s paranoid,” Remus agrees with you, groaning as he gets up. “I’ll check the car. If I don’t find anything, we’ll just say we caught it.” 

“I’ll help.” You slip off the arm of the couch, starting after him with springy steps. 

James follows, if only so he can stand behind you and keep you from flashing the next-door neighbors when you bend over to look. It’s strictly selfless.

[taylormarieee]

Fuck me like you want me MiggyMiguel O'Hara

Summary: Your desperate for Miguel after he gets out of the shower...

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: PiV sex, Dirty talk, Needy reader, Dom!Miguel, Sub!Reader, Praise Kink, Degrading Kink, V-Line obsession, Breeding Kink, Begging, Orgasm Denial, Established Relationship

A/N: This is dedicated to my princess @ribbonprincess since technically today is her birthday so Happy birthday my love!

BIRTHDY FIC 1/3

You and Miguel were the best couple. Not only was he the famous Spider-Man but he was also a scientist.

You were a Bartender so you had to work nights. Not all the time Miguel liked it but he couldn't really complain because he always had emergency calls at the spider society during sex making him grumpy for the rest of the night.

Or people from his Firm needed him to solve an experiment for them. Either way you both were extremely busy but you always found time for each other nonetheless.

When you guys had dinner together it was always enjoyable leading to sex all night.

You two have a great relationship but Miguel could be a bit of a tease. And granted you did love it, it was stressful when you were pent up and he said no.

You were waiting for Miguel to get out of the shower, you were sitting on the toilet in the bathroom as the room fogged up and you reminisced in the heat.

The glass to the shower was blurry and fogged up so all you could see was his figure and his tanned skin.

"Miggy, please!?" You begged, "I need you. I'm so horny right now and you know what that means." You finalize with a hint so Miguel would get it.

It's clear you were ovulating and that explains why your extremely horny. So you hoped hinting to it would make Miguel relent his torture with the word no but-

"No Carino, Te amo querida pero no." He finalized his no and you pout.

(No Darling, I love you dear but no.)

"Pero Miguel, ¿pensé que me amabas? Realmente te necesito." You whine.

(But Miguel, I thought you loved me? I really need you.")

He shakes his head and steps out the shower. His towel hugging his slutty waist and nice toned body.

His toned abs flexing when he breathes and his chest heaving while he slowly breathes in and out.

You stare at him, mouth wide open as you admire your boyfriend. His body nice and wet from getting out the shower.

His hair slicked back from him running his large, long fingers through his silky soft hair.

"Damn Miguel, Te ves muy bien mojada. Hablando de estar mojado..." You smirk at him and he chuckles shaking his head.

(You look very good wet. Speaking of being wet…)

"Princesa, te amo pero no ahora".

(Princess, I love you but not right now.)

You pout your lips a little more and make your doe eyes bigger. He looks at you, sighs before shaking his head no and walking over to the sink.

You watch as he walks over to the sink, admiring his body. The way his abs flex, his slutty waist, his V-line, his happy trail and etc. Ugh you loved his arms as well.

The faint scratches left from a few nights ago on his back, the hickeys you left him this morning before he woke up.

He looked like a fucking god to you. His big muscles and broad back. The more you looked at him the more you set yourself up for failure.

"Miggy..."

"Princessa..." He warns giving you a stern look. You look at him with pouty lips and finally just walk out the bathroom.

"Fine. I guess I'll go ask Hobie if he's in the mood for some good hispanic pussy." You say as you walk towards the bed to grab your phone to call Hobie.

Miguel's eyes widen, Hobie was insufferable so he quickly went to you and snatched the phone out your hand before you could even press his name to call.

"Princessa... always so needy aye? Aye dios mio que voy a hacer contigo?" he says in a low seductive voice.

(Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?)

"What you can do is fuck the shit outta me no questions asked..." You say with your best puppy dog eyes. You were being extra clingy today, you blame the fact that your ovulating.

He picks you up and kisses you roughly. "Such a bad girl... you gonna be a good slut for me?" He asks as he throws you on the bed and begins ripping your clothes off.

You nod your head and whine at the feeling of the cool air brushing your pussy lips. Clit sore and throbbing as the feeling gets more intense by the second just looking at Miguel.

"I need words Mi amor, words." He says as his long fingers rub tight figure eights on your clit. You squirm and whine and mumble out an "Yes miggy! I'll be a good s-slut for you!"

He smirks and drops his towel his big fat juicy cock making it's lovely appearance. Your mouth instantly started watering at the sight. He ran his cock along your wet slick folds and you whimper at the friction.

In your mind you wanna just grind on him and force his cock to slide into your soaking entrance but you keep repeating in your mind 'Be a good girl, be a good girl' because you know how mean Miguel can get when your not a good girl.

You stay still and let him do his work while you watch him get his cock nice and wet with your arousal. "Miggy pleaseee, i-ive been good haven't I?" you ask, whining at how good his cock feels on your folds.

He chuckles darkly before inhaling sharply at the feeling of his leaking tip slip in your entrance. "Yea, you've been a good girl princess. I guess you can get this dick now." he replies pushing further into you.

You let out a whine at the stretch your pussy is making to accommodate Miguels fat cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a content sigh and close your eyes after finally getting what you've been begging for.

"Mierda my love, your so tight." he whispers against your ear, burying his face in your neck.

Your cunt clenches at Miguels voice and his words. You tap his shoulder as a sign to start moving and he begins to grind against you.

Slowly pulling his cock all the way out till the tip is only in and then plunging himself right back into your warm cunt.

"Oh fuck Miguel!" you cry out as he continues his relentless pace on your cunt. Your body feels like it's floating and you feel so euphoric with Miguel inside you.

his thrusts sending you into a state of pleasure, you don't even care if the neighbors complain about the headboard hitting the wall, all you cared about was Miguel and this moment, this moment that has been put off for so long.

Your hands embracing his large back and arms leaving more marks on his his god-like body. "Fuck beautiful, you feel so good, gonna cum in this pretty pussy yea?" he groans out.

"Wanna give you all my babies yea? Have all my kids, wanna see your belly nice and swole holding my child." He whispers in your ear, you moan out.

"Yes yes yes! I wanna have your babies Miggy, please!" you cry out as his pace surprisingly gets faster.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me." He praises. Your on the edge, and that praise it's self was enough to throw you over the edge but miguel feels how your tensing up.

He feels how your pussy is squeezing him so well. He pulls out before you could even touch the feeling of pleasurable heaven, before you could even relish and drown in the pool of pleaseure.

"Oh mi amor, you thought that you were gonna cum that easily? tsk tsk, no no mi amor, I need to cum in this pretty pussy first. Make sure all my cum stays in there nice, tight and warm." He says

You cry out at the feeling of being empty before your filled right back up to the brim with Miguels big fat cock.

After a couple more thrusts and dirty talk, Miguel is almost there. He's so close to cumming and giving you his babies.

He's never wanted anything so badly then to see you bare his child. To see you walk around with clothes that barely fit cause your stomachs always poking out.

To be able to feel the first kick of that baby growing in your stomach. Nothing has ever clouded and made his lust more powerful then fantasizing about you having his child inside you.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Gonna c-cum, fuck i'm gonna cum in this pussy muñeca." he groans

He thrusts 3 more times before he stills inside of you shooting his sperm inside you, the feeling of him painting your walls white carries you over the edge and you feel the wave of pleasure rush over your body as you shake and convulse from your mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck!" you cry out as you grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath as Miguel begins to pull out.

He watches as some of him cum seeps out of your cunt. He uses his finger to push all of it back inside you.

He climbs up o your face and gives you a sweet kiss on your temple and a passionate kiss on your lips.

"Can't wait to have such a domestic life with you mama." he says with a smile on his face.

"I love you miggy"

"I love you more princessa."

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[svt-incognito]

i was thinking about mingyu accidentally saw you masturbating from your apartment across his. you notice him and you guys masturbate to each other, you squirting, his cum shooting on the window. he goes over to your place and he fucks you against the window, manhandling you, calling you a slut.

💪🏻 .ᐟ.ᐟ across the street

incognito thot : (the above ask)

tw : voyeurism ,, fem reader ,, having sex with strangers idk

MDNI

The first time it happens was an accident. You'd had a rough day and wanted to treat yourself with some wine and some self-indulgence. You weren't completely naked, you had a little tank top on and you had just pushed your underwear to the side to dig your fingers in. Though it didn't hide much from the strong muscular man who lived in the apartment right across the street. You didn't notice your curtains had beef opened, giving a full show to the man standing by his own window staring at you. His expression was hard to see, but you could tell that he had a beautiful face and a beautiful body. Embarrassed, you ran to the bathroom and his yourself.

You had successfully forgotten that incident with a little too much wine and a heavy sleep that night. A few days later, you saw the man again. You were home later than usual, going to your bedroom to change our of your work clothes. You didn't know what came over your mind at that moment. Maybe it was the man's finely sculpted shirtless body that had turned the hots in you.

He was looking at you and you at him, as you smirked, unbuttoning your work shirt seductively, pulling it off your shoulder. Your trousers came down next leaving you in your matching lace lingerie, which you wouldn't wear normally on such a day but since your laundry was pending it was all you had left to wear and you were glad for it.

The man cocked an eyebrow, almost challengingly. It brought some kind of confidence in you and you stripped out of your undergarments too, giving him a full show of your boobs and ass as you did so. You licked your lips, settling on the bed and opening your legs wide, touching your exposed clitoris which had been throbbing from the excitement of the voyeur already.

The man took a seat on the top of the table right against his window, his dick pulled out as he stroked it while watching you. You put on two fingers inside your soaking cunt, your head thrown back. (If the old man who lived one apartment above the man's looks out of his window at that moment, he might just die from a heart attack).

You increase the speed of your fingers, already close by, reaching to pinch your pebbled nipples in your other hand. You think of the man and his huge cock and his sculpted body as your eyes close and you cum, body shivering with the rush of dopamine and adrenaline in your body.

When you open your eyes, the man was panting, the window in front of him painted with the translucent white semen. You see him rush to get something on his table - a paper and pen you realise. He scribbles down something and flashes it against the window glass.

Can I come over?

You chuckled and signalled approvingly, causing the man to jump and put on a pair of pants, leaving the apartment. He crossed the street as fast as he could, just a pair of sweats and a tshirt thrown in his body. He guessed the floor number and trusted his sense of direction when he luckily knocked on your door.

You opened the door giggling, pulling him inside since you were still completely naked. He pulled you into a kiss and you reciprocated immediately, sucking into his bottom lip. He pulled his t-shirt off his body and you helped him pull down his sweats, finding his dick hard and throbbing with the absense of any underwear. "Oh my god, it's even bigger up close," you giggle.

You two walked to your bedroom, while kissing and exploring each other's bare body with your hands. The man pushed you against the same window you voyeured him through, sinking thick two digits inside your cunt. "Shit, such a slut, having your pussy pliant and open for a stranger."

You whimpered as he mocked you, nibbling on the skin on your shoulder. "second drawer on the nightstand -- there's condoms."

Mingyu rummaged through the drawer without letting go of you, pulling the hot pink coloured box of Durex. He chuckled, "babe, this is a medium size. It's not gonna fit me."

You whined as he curled his fingers against your spongy spot. "Well, I never thought I was gonna have luck with a monster like you! Looks like you're gonna go in raw."

"I feel bad for you having to fuck all those average guys. This pussy is made in heaven, it deserves a big dick," mingyu said pulling out his fingers and licking the juices off them. He lines his dick with your entrance, making you bend till your arms rested on the window sill. "don't worry though, I'm gonna treat this pussy just right."

He plunged into you, your arousal and his precum acting as the perfect lubricant. You could feel his balls slap the hell outta your clit as his hips rutted into yours, hitting you deep everytime. You let out loud whimpering moans as he hits your ass, making it red. Your body shakes with the rhythm, making your boobs bounce like from those animated porn movies. You already feel close to your orgasm and you think you could come untouched already.

The man comes first though, pulling out just in time to cum on your ass. He reaches down to massage your clit, soon drawing and orgasm from you. He picks you up, chuckling when he sees your fucked out face.

"my name's mingyu, by the way."

You giggle, "hi mingyu, I'm (y/n). Welcome to the neighbourhood."

[mydemimonde]

'Honey, Are You Coming?' (Baby Said, Part 2) — Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

divider is from @plutism

a/n: hello! i'm soooo so sorry for taking too long in doing the second part of baby said, college and work are driving me insane and i barely have time to write. i really hope you like this

Summary: After that mindblowing night after the bar, you find yourself waiting for Aemond's call, growing slightly disappointed.

Words: 4691

Warnings: +18 (minors dni), female reader, no use y/n nor specific physical description, swearing, dirty talk, hand kink, praising, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly dominant aemond, riding, no proof reading! english is not my first language, i apologise in advance if there are any mistakes.

It’s been five days and you haven’t heard anything from Aemond. Not a call, not even a text message. Nothing. You started to feel a little bit anxious and somewhat offended. Perhaps he didn’t like you that much, or worse, he had a girlfriend and still had sex with you. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.

A year before your graduation, you got a job in a small publishing house, working as an editor. You didn’t earn a fortune, but it was more than enough to make ends meet and pay rent. Still, you were trying to find a job in a bigger place, freelancing didn’t appeal to you and you were actually looking for a new flat, closer to the capital, which meant higher prices.

“For fuck’s sake,” you hear Arianne curse next to you, making you startle. With a frown, you lift your head to look at her. “You have been eyeing your phone for the last fifteen minutes, it’s quite annoying,” she says, half serious, half joking. The brunette tilts her head and places a hand on her hip. “He hasn’t called you yet, has he?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips. “I don’t know why it affects me so much… it was just a one night stand” you explain, running a hand through your hair and sighing.

“Perhaps he’s busy…” your friend tries to reason with you, seeing how defeated you looked. She gets on her knees and grabs your hands. “Hey, I don’t want you to feel like rubbish, you shouldn’t feel like this, even if he was a mindblowing fuck.” She says, quoting the words you said when you told her about that night, giving her all the nasty details over a cup of wine during dinner. “Have you checked his socials?” She asks, to which you nod.

“Yep. Private account on Instagram, no Twitter. Didn’t even bother to check Facebook, no one uses it nowadays” you move your hand in the air. “And before you ask, no, I didn’t ask a following request.”

“What’s stopping you?” She asks with a frown and clicks her tongue in annoyance when you shrug. “I swear to God…” she mutters under her breath before plopping down on her chair, opening an incognito tab in her browser, as if what she was doing was illegal.

You frown and move your chair next to hers. “What are you doing?” You watch as she types his name on the search bar. You read the first few results with narrowed eyes. They scan the many search results populating the screen, but they focus on one particular title. Meet the Targaryens: The Powerhouse Family Behind ‘Valyrian Press’

Oh God. “Click that one…” you point at the title and Arianne immediately clicks. The webpage loads quickly and a big picture pops up on the screen. Your eyes fall to Aemond’s figure in the family picture. He was looking into the camera, a serious expression on his face, his hands into the pockets of his black suit. He wore all black.

Arianne turns to look at you. “You didn’t tell me this snack was the son of Viserys Targaryen…”

“I didn’t know!” You whisper-shout, shrugging. “I had no idea he was the son of Viserys Targaryen, though the surname did ring a bell.” Just when she opens her mouth to speak, you interrupt her, lifting your index finger in the air. “Hey, it wasn’t a date, it was a fuck, okay? We didn’t just sit down to talk about our families” you explain, defending yourself. She lifts her hands in surrender.

“Didn’t say anything at all.” Your friend turns again and skims the article. “Well, my dear friend, you had sex with a single billionaire, son of the owner of one of the most important publishing houses in the country. If you don’t send that Instagram request, I will do it.” Just when she finishes saying that, your phone vibrates. Your head jerks and you extend your hand to grab it, your eyes widening when you see the notification. Arianne frowns. “Is it him?”

You nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Arianne gasps and chuckles as you open the text message.

Hi. I apologise for not writing sooner. May I call you?

You fight the urge of jumping up and down and screaming of happiness, and instead you take a deep breath to calm down the butterflies in your stomach and type an answer, your hands shaking in excitement.

Hi there :) Sure, you can call me.

Just a minute after you sent that message, your phone vibrates once more, and you take the call, eager to listen to his voice. “Hi?”

“Hello, gorgeous.” Gorgeous. You hear him hiss. “I’m so, so sorry for not calling you back. I have been quite busy these days, travelling and accompanying my father to so many meetings…” you can picture him moving his hands around, explaining things to you. “I meant to call you right after that night, but work got in the way. I hope you accept my apologies…”

You smile against the phone. “Don’t worry, Aemond. It’s okay, I suspected you were busy,” you reply, biting your lower lip to try to stop a laugh, seeing Arianne making faces at your words and mouthing ‘I told you’.

“Anyways, I’m in the city right now… are you at work?” He asks after a soft sigh and you find yourself twirling a strand of your hair like a high school girl. How pathetic, you think.

“Yes, but I finish my shift at 5pm. We can grab a coffee or a sandwich, if you want…” you suggest.

“Of course, darling. Give me your address, I can pick you up and we can go to Honeyholt Bakery, they sell delicious lemon cakes.” You beam, lemon cakes were your favourites, but you never told him that. You give him your job’s address before saying goodbye and hanging up.

You plop down on your chair, a dreamy look in your face as you look at the ceiling. You feel Arianne’s gaze on you, and you look down at her. She slowly shakes her head, a smirk making its way on her face. “I sooo envy you, lucky bitch” she jokes, making you giggle.

Knowing that you were hours away from meeting Aemond was all the motivation you needed to get down to work quickly, going over the document you had to edit before sending it to the executive editor. You finish a bit earlier than expected and grab your jacket and purse, kiss Arianne’s head and head towards the exit to wait for Aemond. You leave him a message letting him know you were ready, and not even a minute later you receive his reply. On my way ;)

Less than ten minutes later, you see a black BMW with tinted windows steering around the corner, slowing down and parking right in front of the doors of the building. The driver’s windows roll down and you see Aemond, with his hair combed back and wearing sunglasses. Fuck me.

He smiles at you and you smile back. “Hello, darling.” His voice is smooth and it makes you swallow hard. He steps out of the car, not before shifting the gear level into park mode and pulling the lever so that the car stays right in place.

“Hi, Aemond” you reply, your eyes sweeping over his lean figure clad in some brown polished shoes, black trousers, black shirt and black leather jacket. A lot of black. He looks delicious. He leans in to kiss your cheek, his expensive cologne filling your nostrils.

He places a hand on your lower back and indicates you to get into his car, opening the door for you, which you thank. He closes the door and walks around his vehicle to get inside, and you take a moment to look around, noticing how clean it smells. There’s music playing, the electric guitars and drums echoing in the small space. When Aemond gets inside and closes the door, he turns the volume of the radio down, but the music is still audible. You can recognize the song very clearly.

Meet me there where it never closes

Meet me there, I'll give you your roses

All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh

Honey, are you coming?

He takes his glasses off and begins driving the car at a normal speed as he talks. “How have you been, gorgeous?”

“I’ve been great… I have a lot more work now, but it’s so fulfilling,” you reply, your gaze falling to his hand on the steering wheel. He looks so confident as he drives, and you suddenly feel your cheeks getting hot, so you move your gaze to the window, watching the shops as you pass by.

Aemond smirks and glances at you. “I’m happy for you. The most important thing is enjoying and loving what you do” you hum at his answer, showing your agreement. “You work at a publishing house, right?”

“Yeah, I work as an editor, have been doing it for a year now” he raises his brows and nods.

“So I take it that you’re comfortable in that place…” his eyes are fixed on the road, concentrated on driving.

You purse your lips to the side, humming. “I’m actually looking for other publishing houses. I’m thinking about moving closer to the capital, and the rent is obviously higher in those areas, so I need a better wage.”

Aemond nods, taking in your words. “Well, my father has a publishing house. Valyrian Press, you might have heard of it.” Your eyes widen in surprise —fake, of course,— at his words. “There are some vacancies, and the pay is really good.”

“Your dad owns Valyrian Press?” He hums. “Oh, that’s why your surname rang a bell…” What a big fat lie.

Aemond huffs a laugh. “You’re telling me that you didn’t google my name?” How the fuck does he know things?

“Not me, my friend did.” He chuckles. “It never crossed my mind to google anything… but perhaps I did look up your social media…” you trail off.

Aemond chuckles again, the sound making your heart flutter. “Well, I barely use social media, I have an Instagram account but I’m not very fond of those apps…” You look at him and shake your head, letting out a soft chuckle. He parks the car outside the café. “What do y’wanna eat, darling?”

You. “Uhm, a cappuccino and some lemon cakes would be fine.”

He winks at you and smirks. “Excellent choice. I’ll be back soon” and with that, he exits the car. You watch him as he walks towards the bakery, biting your lip at the sight. You rest your head against the back of the seat, sighing and thinking about that man you barely know. You don’t know why, but you feel so drawn to him and you want to kick yourself because you’ve never felt like this for anyone. Not even your ex, for God’s sake.

You see Aemond getting out of the shop with two cups in one hand and a small white box with a yellow bow on top on the other hand. You stretch to get the door open, making it easier for him to get into the car.

“Thank you, beautiful” he offers you a smile and you sit comfortably in your position. He hands you the coffees and sets the box in the middle of your seats before closing the door and starting the car. “Where would you like to go?” He asks you, grabbing his cup and taking a sip from it.

“Wherever you want, Aemond… is there any specific place you wanna go?” You ask as you look at him, your eyes momentarily drifting to his hand on the steering wheel, the other one wrapped around the cup. Fuck, how is it that his hands were enough to make you go wild, the mere though of having them roaming over your body, pushing your legs apart, grabbing your hips, squeezing your tits, choking you… and his fingers, God, his long fingers.

“Hey!” He calls you, startling you. His glances at you once again, smirking when he sees you blinking and wide-eyed. “I asked you a question…”

You blink a few times more, frowning. “Uhm, sorry… what?” Your voice comes out meekly as you try to gather your thoughts. He stops at the red light.

“I asked you if you wanted me to take you to your apartment…” when you don’t answer, he huffs a laugh. “Cat got your tongue, hm?” He murmurs in a husky voice. He places his cup on the cup holder and extends his arm, his left hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek. “You like my hands, don’t you?” Aemond looks at you, giving you a smug smile when you mutter something inaudible. “You think I didn’t notice how you were staring at my hands, love?” You swallow hard as his thumb grazes your lower lip and you take the opportunity to open your mouth slightly, the tip of your tongue licking his digit before sucking it, the sensation going straight to his cock.

You hear him curse under his breath, his chest heaving. He sees the light going from red, to yellow, to green out of the corner of his eye and, reluctantly, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, fearing that if you did that again, he might lose control of the vehicle. Before he retreats his hand you take it and guide it inside your jeans, letting him feel you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked” he mutters as he feels your wet folds, his other hand gripping the wheel tightly, his knuckles going white. You keep him there, pressing his hand against your cunt to get some relief. “Holy shit, babygirl, wait…” he retreats his fingers from your cunt and you whine. “Shh, relax…” he shushes you, his fingers quickly undoing the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper to get more space.

He hisses when he gets his hand inside your lace panties again, his middle finger trailing up your entrance, gathering some of your essence to rub your clit with his digit. “Oh, fuck” you curse, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as the pad of his finger rubs lazy circles over your bud.

“God, love, you’re really wet… thinking about my hands turns you on, huh?” He taunts you, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he feels your cunt sucking his finger in. Aemond slides his finger inside you and you mewl as he starts pumping it. He continues driving, his gaze focused on the road ahead, his mind racing. “Want another finger, baby?”

“Hmm… ngh… yes, Aemond- oh!” You squeak when he inserts his index finger. You grip the grab handle above the window, trying to hold onto something as his fingers continue his work. “Fuck, right there” you moan when his fingers curl up, hitting your sweet spot with ease.

Aemond hums, curling them again and increasing the pace of his fingers. You were thankful the windows were tinted, otherwise passers-by would see what you were doing inside that car. Aemond’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he feels your cunt tightening around his fingers, you are so close to cumming so he slows down the movements.

“N-no, Aemond, don’t stop, I’m so close…” you complain in a whine, and he groans lowly.

“Baby, I’m so fucking hard right now and if you continue making those beautiful sounds I might cum in my pants and crash this vehicle. I need you to tell me where you wanna go, I can’t focus on the road if I have you squeezing my fingers like that…” he explains, panting a little bit.

“Pull over… drive to a parking lot, I don’t know…” you plead, bucking your hips slightly. You don’t know how long you can last, not when the heel of his palm is pressing against your clit, eliciting whimpers from you.

Aemond drives towards the nearest parking lot he finds, his fingers moving inside you again at a relentless pace, making you gasp. “Fuck, baby, I can feel you getting closer, you’re squeezing my fingers so tightly…” He says through gritted teeth, smirking when you let out a high-pitched moan the moment his fingers reach that rough patch inside you, making you jolt. “C’mon, pretty girl. Cum all over my fingers, wanna feel you…” he coaxes.

He grunts when you press your legs together as you come, head thrown back and jaw open, incoherent words and moans spilling past your lips. His fingers continue working inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulls them out, and you nearly choke as you watch him, through half-lidded eyes, how he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste.

“You taste incredibly sweet, baby. You have no idea how much I need to put my cock inside you” you moan in response, head spinning at his words. He enters the parking lot and rushes to find a spot, parking the car immediately. “Come to the back” he orders, and he peeks around to check that no one sees you in the almost empty place.

Both of you get to the back of the car, almost throwing yourself at him. His lips capture yours in an intense kiss, his hand cupping your neck to pull you closer and angle your head to deepen it while the other rests on your waist. The tip of his tongue presses slightly against your lower lip and you gladly part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You can taste the strong coffee in his mouth.

Your hands trail down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palms. Aemond growls into your mouth when one of your hands cup his evident bulge, palming him through the fabric. “Holy… shit…” he mutters against your lips. You take the opportunity to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, all the way to his earlobe.

“Want to suck your cock, Aemond…” you purr in his ear before taking his earlobe between your teeth, nibbling softly as you lower the zipper of his jeans, slithering your hand under his boxers.

“F-fuck…” he curses through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one motion. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock straining against his stomach and you move in your place, bringing your legs up to kneel next to him, your ass propped up in direction to the window. Your index finger grates the weeping tip, making him shudder. “Don’t tease… put your mouth to work, needy girl” he instructs, his hand landing on your ass with a loud smack, making you yelp.

You swallow hard and lick your lips as you lean forward, your right hand wrapping around his base. Like a lollipop, your tongue licks his cock from the base to the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. The hand that smacked your ass comes to rest on the small of your back, hiking up your blouse and rubbing circles on your skin.

Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking it gently and swirling your tongue around it. “God… yes, like that…” he breathes out, his voice rough. You stroke his shaft with your hand in rhythm with the movements of your mouth, up and down his length. Your hair falls to the side but Aemond is quick to grab it, putting it in a ponytail as your head bobs up and down. He resists the urge to buck his hips up, trying not to hurt you.

You stop stroking him and move your hand to cup his balls, which ignites something primal in Aemond. He can’t help but thrust his hips upwards into your mouth, making you moan. “Fucking hell, you’re taking me so deep into that wet mouth… love it” he coos, biting his lip at the sight of your mouth around him and your head bobbing up and down. His cock is covered in your saliva, glistening under the dim lights of the parking lot.

You hollow your cheeks as you go up, your hands wrapping around his base again, adding a bit of pressure. That makes him growl and pant, the sounds he makes going straight to your cunt. He continues praising you in choked, needy moans, telling you how good your mouth feels on his cock, how he’s going to wreck your pussy immediately afterwards, his hand guiding your head up and down his length. You feel him twitch in your mouth, the signal that he’s close to cumming.

“Are you coming, Aemond?” You ask, your hot breath fanning against his length before taking him deep into your mouth, gagging around him.

“Y-yes… s-stop… I’m so close…” he warns, the obscene wet sucking sounds that fill the car making him let out a strangled moan. He pulls you away from his length, a trail of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. You use the palm of your hand to wipe your mouth, licking your lips and looking at him.

“Why did you want me to stop?” Your hand presses on his inner thigh, making him sigh deeply and let go of your hair.

“Because when I cum, I want to do it deep inside your cunt, alright?” He explains as he leans his back against the seat, his words making your jaw drop. “Now, get rid of those jeans and ride me.”

You eagerly do as told, putting your legs down and shimming out of your jeans and soaked panties. You toss them aside and straddle him, your bent knees on either side of his hips, your chest pressing against his given the constricted space you are in. His hands immediately land on either side of your hips, guiding you to sink down on his cock.

Both of you moan at the contact, your eyes close as he lets you adjust to his size. When you open your eyes you find his hungry gaze on you, his pupils dark with lust. He licks his lips, bringing one hand to cup your neck and pull you down to kiss him. The kiss is slow but passionate, sensual. You find support on his shoulders and you start moving your hips, finding the right rhythm.

Aemond pulls back to breath, his lips hovering over yours as you rest your forehead against his. His fingers grip your hips tightly, certainly leaving marks. “Hmm…” he hums, feeling how your cunt sucks him in, engulfing him. “D’you feel me deep inside you, baby?” He murmurs against your lips.

“Y-yes… you’re so deep, Aemond,” you reply in a shaky whisper. You feel his breath against your face due to the close proximity, hearing the low grunts and whines that leave his lips. His hands move from your hips to your abdomen, lifting your blouse to feel your skin, his touch setting your body on fire.

“No bra?” His eyes widen in surprise and he smirks. “Naughty girl, I might have to punish you…” He taunts as he pulls the straps of your blouse down, freeing your breasts. He mutters a curse and dives into your chest, his hands bringing your tits together, squeezing as his tongue swirls around your right nipple, making you arch your back against him. “You fit perfectly in my hands, baby…” he squeezes your tits once more, making you throw your head back. Aemond leans forward and leaves wet kisses on your throat, sucking the junction between your neck and shoulder as his big hands knead your tits.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you increase the speed of your movements, letting out desperate whines as the tip of his cock bullies the rough patch inside you. You’ve never been this wet before, the squelching sounds making you blush furiously in embarrassment. “Fuck, you’re so wet… can’t wait for when you soak my cock as you come” those dirty words  he mutters against your ear have you gasping loudly and furrowing your brows. Aemond rests his forehead against your shoulder, the sounds escaping his lips coming out muffled.

“Aemond… I’m… fuck, I’m so close…” you speak in a choked moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bounce on his dick.

You feel him smirk against your skin, his teeth nibbling your collarbone. “Yeah, I can feel that… you’re so tight, love, you feel so fucking good” he praises, his voice hoarse and deep. Aemond lifts his head from your shoulder, looking up at you, his eyes roaming over your face. “Look at me” he demands in an authoritative, stern voice. You do as told, locking your eyes with his. “Do not tear your gaze away from me, you understand?” You nod frantically, your brows knitted together in pleasure.

His hands lower to your backside, gripping your ass tightly, helping you as you move on top of him. He brings his legs together, plants his feet on the floor and starts bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your eyes close shut involuntarily, wanton and sinful moans spilling past your lips as he pounds into you. “I said, fucking look at me” he says through gritten teeth, and you obey, as hard as it is to do so.

His eyes roam over your face, committing every detail to memory. “Y’gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Can feel you squeezing me.” You nod, unable to speak. His hands grip your ass tighter, his nails digging into your skin. “Come, baby… let go and soak me, c’mon,” he gives your ass a loud smack, and that does it to you. His mouth is agape as he watches you come undone above him, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and lips parted as you gasp for air. “That’s it, baby… I got you.”

You feel blood rushing through your ears, your eyes flutter close and your legs tremble. You feel Aemond’s hard grip on your ass as he keeps pounding into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…” his hips stutter and his arms wrap around your waist tightly as he cums deep inside your cunt, a guttural groan coming out of his lips, the sound muffled as he hides his head in your shoulder.

Both of you stay there, panting and holding each other as you come down from your intense orgasms. You feel like you’re walking on a cloud, feeling boneless. Once you finally catch your breaths, he lifts his head to place a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and huffs a laugh.

“Shit… are you okay?” He asks, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, bringing you back to earth. You struggle to find the words, but eventually open your mouth to speak.

“Yes… I feel amazing…” he chuckles at your answer, your voice coming out croaky.

“I’m glad. Did I fuck your brains out?” He smirks when you nod, and places another kiss on your lips as his hands rub soothing circles on your back. He rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. You untangle your arms from around his neck and place your hands on either side of his face, admiring his features. “I was serious, you know. About the vacancies,” he explains to you. “I can ask my father to arrange a job interview. I’m dead serious, darling.”

You chuckle, the sound of your soft laugh making him smile. You tilt your head. “Hmm… I think you’re just trying to get into my pants…” you tease, to which he chuckles.

“But I already did. Twice” he replies in a low voice, making you giggle. “Oh, and one more thing.” He adds, looking at you, his playful expression turning into a soft one. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your lips curve into a smile. “Yes. I would love to.”

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Okay, but…just imagine- professor Heeseung or Sunghoon in which you are the perfect student, never doing anything wrong, always smiling and being sweet to everyone (in other words the literal good girl). Whenever you are in his class, he can’t help but look at the way you slightly pout as you concentrate in the exercises that he told everyone to do, he can’t help but notice how you blushed whenever he asked you to do something, he can’t help but look at how pretty your thighs look in those cute skirts of yours and how you don’t even notice that your cute panties can be seen, he can’t help but feel his cock hardening and throbbing painfully in his pants as you look at him with those pretty big doe eyes of yours because you think you are going to be “grounded”(English is not my first language sorryyyyyy) because you didn’t make it to class at time or when you forget to do your homework… idk aaaaaaaa just can’t stop thinking about this 🥲 anyways just finished reading “I beg, save me” and Oh my god!!!!!!! Looking forward for your next works!!!!

damn, Professor Park has me in a chokehold

Professor Park Hard Thought

🛑MDNI 18+🛑DARK CONTENT WARNING🛑

“This is very unlike you, you’re my best student and you show up to my class fifteen minutes late, and without your assignments.” Professor Park says crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“I’m so sorry Professor, I overslept, it won't happen again,” tears swell in your eyes as you avoid his disappointed glare.

“Did you stay out late with one of those loser football players that always follow you around?” He snarks rolling up the sleeves of his white button up. “No sir, I was studying late! I promise!” You defend while shaking your head. “That’s right, cause you’re a good girl, right?”

You look at him confused with a pout, “sir?”

“Even though you’ve been such a good girl this semester, I can’t let you get away with being tardy and unprepared today. I could give you a zero for the day.” He smirks, removing his thin silver rimmed glasses from his face and placing them on his desk. 

“Professor! You can’t do that!” You protest standing up from the desk panicked. “I could let this slide, if you do something for me.” He speaks with a smug smile on his face watching your panic stricken face. 

“Anything, Professor!” You plead with wide eyes desperate for a chance to redeem yourself. “Come here and face my desk,” he commands, loosening his tie. You nod walking toward him and facing the large wooden desk with paperwork littered across it. He runs his hands down your shoulders and arms and stops at your wrists quickly pulling them behind your back and binding them together with his tie.

“Professor Park! What are you-“

He cuts you off by forcefully grabbing your shoulder and pushing the front of your body down onto the desk. “If you want to continue to pass this class, I suggest you be a good girl and shut the fuck up.”

Tears sting your eyes from the impact of hitting the desk. He runs his hands over your bottom and plays with the hem of your short plaid pleated skirt. His long fingers ghosting over the thin lace fabric of your panties.

“Do you wear these little skirts just for me? Or for all those imbeciles that follow you around? Are you always so desperate for attention?”

His hands run down your thighs and stop on the top of your white thigh high stockings. He pinches the top of the stocking and snaps it against your skin making you yelp in surprise. “Professor, please don’t do this…”

His fingers slip under your skirt and trace the outline of your soaked pussy lips. He smirks, “you’re telling to stop but your little cunt is leaking all over my fingers. I think she wants me..”

He pushes the fabric to the side and smears your arousal over your clit. Your body betrays you as it shudders and bucks into his hand for more contact. “Are you a virgin?” He smirks watching your desperate reaction. 

“Y-yes Professor…” you moan against the desk.

“Good, I can’t wait to tear your little virgin cunt in two.” He chuckles darkly as he removes his hand and starts to unbuckle his belt. “Let’s see if you can pass this class with an A.”

[mymindcreatedthis]

The Captain(18+)

Leah Williamson x Reader

Warning: Smut, Language, unprotected sex, breeding, creampies, Throat pies, (Leah receiving) blowjob, Leah receiving head, Teasing, Postions: Missionary, Standing up, Doggy position.

Word count: 3,871

(*Y/n's pov*)

I blush darkly at the naked girl in front of me. She smirks and pushes me back onto the bed. She bites her lip and lays between my legs. She kisses and rubs my bulge over my shorts.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. "Mmm fuck."

The girl giggles. "Mmm so hard. I can feel you throbbing."

She playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, I bite my lip and watch the beautiful Burnett slide my shorts and boxers down my legs and toss them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Fuck baby, you're huge." Leah says as she measures my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly. "T-Thanks."

Leah giggles, she slowly strokes my dick and swirls her tongue around the tip. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Relax baby, relax and enjoy." Leah says.

Once I'm hard Leah takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Leah slowly bobs her head. "Mmm fuck just like that."

Leah hums against my dick, she wraps her arms around my thighs and bobs her head a bit faster. Leah chokes as gags a bit as my tip hits the back of her throat.

"S-Shit, just like that's, I'm gonna cum buckets." I moan in pleasure.

Leah plays with my balls as she bobs her head even faster. I moan, after another 5 minutes of an amazing blow job I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Leah baby.... I'm gon-" I'm unable to warn her in time. I bust my load in her mouth.

Throat pie:

I moan, my legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I finish inside Leah’s mouth. Leah chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

I moan in pleasure coming down from my high as the last of my cum oozes inside her mouth. Leah swallows my load; she gets the rest of my cum. My dick falls from her mouth and falls limp.

Leah smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Cum drips down her chin. Leah smiles and swallows my load.

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I groan as my alarm blares through the room waking me up. I sigh, I roll over and turn off my alarm. I look around the room and don't see Leah. I smile as I hear humming and the shower running.

After a few minutes the bathroom door opens and Leah comes into the room. She smiles when she sees me. "Hey beautiful how'd you sleep?"

I smile as she greets me. "I slept good, how did you sleep?"

Leah smiles, she lays on my bed between my legs on her stomach and rests her hand on my thigh. I smile and look down at her, we hold eye contact for 10 minutes just looking at each other and smiling at each other. Her hand rubs my thigh.

"What do you have planned for today?, I smile and look down at her admiring her beauty.

(*Leah’s Pov*)

I woke up at 7:30 this morning. When I woke up Y/n was super hard and having a wet dream. She was moaning my name and stroking her dick. I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together as I feel myself getting soaking wet. I take off my shorts and panties. I set them to the side and lay on my bed.

I rub my soaking wet folds. I moan quietly as I slip a finger in slowly touching myself to the side of Y/n jerking off.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure, I massage my boob. My legs shake a bit in pleasure, I bite my lip and slip in a second finger. I moan and finger myself a bit faster, Y/n moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets and moans a bit louder as she strokes her dick.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know she's close to cumming. Her face contorts, veins in her neck are visible as she continues jerking off. I moan in pleasure as I finger myself a bit faster.

"God oh fuck." I moan and take my finger out, I grab the pillow and hump/ grind against the pillow. I gasp and moan as I squirt on the pillow case and on the sheets, my legs shake and buckle a bit as I squirt.

I moan and grind against the pillow faster and rougher. I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach, fuck this felt Amazing. I've never touched myself like this before and never used a pillow before.

I moan as I reach my climax, I moan and slowly grind against the pillow riding out my high. I moan in pleasure as I finish myself off and come down from my high. My cum and juices cost the pillow case, Y/n moans loudly and cums like crazy.

Cum shoots up into the air and lands on her abs. Cum coats her fingers and hand as she slowly strokes her dick, the last of her cum oozing out. She cutely moans coming down from her high and falls back asleep.

I smile, and moan. My clit was sensitive, she was so cute and hot. Truth is I have a huge crush on Y/n she's my best friend. I'm scared to tell her cause I'm scared that I'll ruin our friendship. I couldn't help but check her out, her ass. Her ass looked so good in her kit shorts and boxers. Fuck don't even get me started on her abs.

Her abs are ripped and toned, I've had many dirty thoughts of me riding her abs and getting off on her abs. I love everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her laugh. She's just perfect in every way, I look over at her and smile as she sleeps. She looks so peaceful, I grab a new pair of clothes and go into the bathroom.

I close the door and lock it. I start the shower, and get in. I stand under the water, I close my eyes and let the water soak my hair and body. After 5 minutes, I start cleaning and washing my hair and then start cleaning and washing my body.

After a little while, I finish up in the shower. I turn off the shower and step out, I dry off and get dressed. As I'm getting dressed, I hear Y/n's alarm going off.

I brush my hair and teeth, once I finish I come back into the room. I smile as I see her awake. "Hey beautiful how did you sleep?" I ask her.

Y/n smiles. "I slept like a baby. How did you sleep?"

I smile. "I slept good too."

She smiles and looks at me. I smile and lay on her bed, I lay on my stomach between her legs. I rest my hand on her thigh, Y/n smiles and looks down at me. We both get lost in each others eyes, we both lay there for 10 minutes smiling at each other and getting lost in each others beauty.

I smile and rub her thigh. "Do we have any plans for today?" I ask her.

"I got training with the other keepers but other than that I'm free all day." Y/n says. "I gotta get ready though."

"Oh....Right." I giggle and move so she can get up and get ready. She grabs new clothes and goes into the bathroom. I bite my lip and check out her ass as she walks to the bathroom.

She gets changed, she brushes her teeth and hair and comes back into the bathroom. I shake the thought and put on my shoes and leave the room. I shoot Y/n a text letting her know that I was going out with Georgia and Beth for breakfast and coffee.

I get to the place and go inside. I find the girls, I smile and greet them. I smile and hug them.

(*Y/n's pov*)

I was panicking as I was getting dressed and ready for my day. I was having a gay panic attack, Leah was laying between my legs and rubbing my thigh. I don't know how she didn't see my bulge, my dick was throbbing.

I was fighting every urge to kiss her and take her right there. I was so in love with her but I was too much of a pussy to make a move. I'm in love with my best friend and I'm scared that I'll ruin my friendship if I make a move.

I meet the girls and assistant coach for our training. Training is 2 hours long, after 2 hours I go back to mine and Leah’s room. Leah still wasn't back yet c I take my shoes off and set them off to the side.

I walk over to my bed, as I'm walking to my bed I notice one of Leah’s pillows has a dried wet spot on it. I grab the pillow and look at it. It looked kind of wet still and fresh, I bite my lip and adjust to my shorts. I hold the pillow case up to my nose and take a big whiff of it.

"Leah you naughty girl." I moan as I smell the pillow. The pillow was covered in her juices, I lay on her bed. I take off my shorts and boxers and grab my sex toy, I slide my dick in my toy and slowly move the flesh light up and down on my dick as I sniff the pillow case.

I moan in pleasure and move the toy up and down faster as I smell the pillow case. "Mmm fuck." I close my eyes and picture her naked and grinding against the pillow. I moan as I move the toy up and down faster and faster. I picture her sweating and grinding against the pillow. Sweat dripping down her toned abs and face as she reaches up and massages her boobs and continues to get off in the pillow and moan my name.

I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. I snap back to reality when I hear the door to the room open and close, I open my eyes. I blush darkly and quickly drop the pillow case and cover myself as Leah sees me naked in her bed with the pillow case.

Leah’s mouth hangs open and she blushes darkly as she sees the site in front of her. "Ahh L-Leah W-What are you d-doing back?" I stutter and blush darkly in embarrassment.

Leah bites her lip and looks at my crotch. "W-What are you doing?" She asks.

I could tell she was turned on. "I'm sorry.... I found your s-stained pillow case. I couldn't help myself." I stutter in embarrassment.

Leah bites her lip. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" She asks.

"I didn't want to trouble you with it." I say, I bite my lip and she unbuttons her jeans and slides her jeans and panties down her legs and tosses them to the side.

Leah smirks, she takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them to the side. "Why the toy baby? You can just fuck me instead." She says seductively.

She sexily crawls towards me on the bed. Leah gently moves my hand and moves the blanket exposing my dick.

"Fuck baby, you're huge." Leah says as she measure my dick with her forearm.

"T-Thanks." I blush darkly.

"Mmm so big and hard." Leah says seductively.

Leah wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan and lay back as she does this.

"Feel good?" Leah asks stroking my dick a bit faster.

"Mmm feels so good." I moan.

I moan in pleasure, once I'm hard Leah takes my dick in her mouth. The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. Leah chokes and gags a bit, as she slowly bobs her head.

"Ugh fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Leah rests her heads on my thighs. She hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster. "Oh fuck Leah. Right there just like that." I moan.

I moan, I run my fingers through her hair and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head and sucks the soul out of my dick.

"Mm fuck I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan in pleasure.

Leah takes my dick out of her mouth. "Cum in my mouth daddy. I'm thirsty, give me that cum." Leah says seductively as she strokes my dick. "Cum all over my tits and face. Cover my tits and face in cum." Leah says seductively.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. She spits all over my dick covering my dick in spit. Sis strokes my dick faster, I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

She takes my dick back in her mouth and bobs her head faster as she plays with my balls. I moan Loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets. After another minute of an amazing blowjob I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Leah chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Leah swallows my load, she gets the rest of my cum. My dick falls from her mouth.

Leah smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some cum drips down her chin.

"Swallow my cum baby." I say and gently rub her chin.

Leah smiles and swallows my load. "Mmm tasty." Leah says, she smiles and kisses my dick and licks it. "Mmm you cum buckets." Leah says.

Leah pushes me back against the bed and straddles my lap. She lines my dick up with her pussy she pushes my tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick. She moans as she takes my length deep inside her.

"Mmm fuck." Leah moans.

I moan as I'm really deep inside her. "Mmm I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel full with you deep inside me." Leah says.

I moan and place my hands on her ass. Leah takes a moment to adjust to my size. Leah slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan in pleasure, I take off my shirt and bra and toss them to the side.

Leah places her hands on my boobs. Leah massages my boobs a bit roughly as she rides my dick a bit faster. I moan in pleasure and slap her ass.

"Mm fuck, I love when you spank my ass." Leah moans.

I smirk, I didn't know Leah was into spanking. I moan and squeeze her ass as she continues to ride my dick. I moan and spank her ass, Leah moans and slides up and down in my dick faster.

"Ahh fuck right there." I moan in pleasure.

"You like that daddy? Does that feel good?" Leah asks seductively.

"Mmm feels so good." I moan.

"G-Good. You deserve a release, you've been so tense and stressed." Leah moans.

I moan in pleasure. "I-I'm S-Sorry."

"Don't apologize baby, it's okay. Everyone gets tense and stressed out." Leah moans. "My goal Keeper is Stressed. Let your captain help you out baby."

I moan, Leah slides up and down on my dick faster slamming her ass down. Her skin slapping against mine as I've moans echo throughout the room.

"Fill me up.... I'm not gonna stop riding you until you fill me up." Leah moans seductively.

I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Ahh fuck baby I'm closes." I moan l.

"Ahh me too, I'm gonna squirt." Leah moans loudly in pleasure.

Leah moans loudly in pleasure. Leah grips into the head board, she balances herself and rides my dick faster and faster. Leah moans loudly in pleasure and squirts all over the sheets, my lap and all over my abs.

I moan, Leah’s legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts. I moan as I feel that all too Familiar feeling in my balls.

"Leah baby I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Yes fill me up. Fill me up with your cum." Leah moans in pleasure cutely begging me for my load.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure, I can't take it anymore. I bust my load deep inside her. Leah moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mm fuck." Leah moans as I pump her full of cum filling her to the brim.

I help Leah ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs Leah slowly gets off my dick. Cum immediately coats her folds and drips down her thighs and drips onto my sheets and onto my lap and dick.

I bite my lip and watch Leah lick the cum off my dick and lap and off my abs. I smile and flip us around. I lay Leah down in Missonary I smile and kiss her.

Leah smiles and kisses back. My tip rubs against her folds and pokes her inner thigh as I make out with her.

"Mmm put it back in baby." Leah says seductively she bites her lip and watches as I slide my dick back inside her pussy.

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan.

Leah giggles and kisses me. "Mmm I love your dick and cum deep inside me." Leah says.

I smile and rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Leah moans and wraps her legs around my waist holding me close leg trapping me so I can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Leah smirks and looks deep into my eyes. "Mm plant your seed deep inside me, ugh fuck make me your personal cum dump." Leah moans loudly in pleasure.

"Yeah slut? You want my load deep inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Yes, fill me up..... Fill me up." Leah begs.

My dick slips and falls out of her. "Put it back in, put it back in." Leah begs.

I quickly slide my dick back inside her. "Yes daddy, right there." Leah moans in pleasure.

"Mm fuck." I moan as I feel her walls clench around my dick.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." Leah Moans.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Leah screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy, her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts. I smirk and pound her g spot faster and faster.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. “Leah baby.... I'm close." I moan.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Leah moans in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Leah moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and fill her up.

"Mm fuck, so much cum." Leah moans.

I moan as I continue to cum inside her coming down from my high. I help Leah ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum oozes out of her, thick cum glazes her folds and oozes onto the bed. Leah smiles and gets up. She loves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. Cum oozes and drips onto the bed.

"Still got enough cum left for one more round?" Leah asks seductively and shakes her ass. I smirk and nod and move behind her.

I grab her ass and squeeze it a bit, Leah moans quietly as I squeeze her ass. I smirk and spank her ass, Leah moans in pleasure. "Mm yes spank my ass daddy. Please ugh spank my ass." Leah moans.

I smirk and spank her ass. "Like this?" I question.

"Yes just like that." Leah moans in pleasure.

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Leah giggles and moans. "Mmm fuck."

I place my hand on her hip and pull her hair with my other hand. Leah moans as I do this, I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her.

We both moan in pleasure. "F-Faster."

I thrust in and out of her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. We will probably be ambushed by the team tomorrow but fuck it.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Leah moans out with each thrust.

I moan, I dig my nails in her ass as I pound her g spot from behind. We both moan in pleasure as I go at an angle, and pound her g spot. Leah screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy again.

I moan, I don't think I can last much longer. I become a moaning mess as I feel her walls clench around my length letting me know she was close.

"Mm fuck." I moan.

I moan, I thrust into her faster and harder. My balls slap against her skin as our more fill the room.

"Fuck yes, give me your load." Leah moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure, I slap her ass. Leah giggles and moans. "Mmm fuck." Leah moans.

"Mm fuck baby I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

"Don't you dare pull out." Leah moans.

"You're getting every load and every last drop." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm yes please. I've been a good girl daddy, please make me your cum dump." Leah moans out.

I moan and dig my nails into her ass as I pound her faster and harder. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Leah moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white.

I help Leah ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

"Mm fuck." Leah moans as my cum continues to leak out. I giggle and kiss her lovingly and deeply.

Leah lays with me and cuddles with me. I kiss her head, I hold her close to me and we end up falling asleep.

[d33pd3sire-blog]

Worship - An Emily Prentiss x reader fic

I think I’ve used this photo before, I just love it so much.

I think I’m slowly improving my writing skills(?) but anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Kinda smutty if you squint, nothing too sexual happens just some biting 😋 and making out.

Pls enjoy!

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It’s a calm Saturday afternoon and luckily there aren’t any emergent cases open with the BAU. You and Emily decide to watch a few episode of a tv show you’re both watching before she goes home. You can tell Emily is enjoying it as her eyes are fixed forward, her lips turning upwards when something funny happens. Your eyes however, are fixed on her. You try to watch the show, you really do, but there’s something about her that pulls you in.

You love it when she tucks her hair behind her ears, just like it is now, showing her full side profile. God she’s so sexy. You say to yourself, biting your lip. Even now as she rests her elbows on her legs, all you can think about is straddling her and showing her just how much you worship everything about her.

You move your hand up and stroke the hair behind her ear, earning a smile from Emily. ‘You know I can’t concentrate when you do that.’ She smiles at you. ‘I’m sorry, love. I’ll stop. Carry on as you were.’ You tell her, trying your best to stop the blush rising in your cheeks. Emily looks back to the tv, taking your hand in hers.

A few minutes go by of trying to focus on the tv show at hand, but as always, your mind drifts back to her. The way her eyelashes are curled naturally makes her eyes sparkle in just the right way. Her nose, although she doesn’t love it herself, is one of your favourite features. Her lips are so kissable, so beautiful it takes your breath away. The shape, the colour, the texture all ingrained into your memory.

All of the time spent worshipping Emily finally got to you, you couldn’t help yourself. You find yourself sitting up and moving to straddle Emily, holding her face in your hands. ‘Oh- uh, are you okay love?’ Her expression filled with equal parts surprise and confusion. You nod, looking down to her lips then back to her eyes. Ah Emily starts to understand what’s happening and smiles. Not just any smile. The kind of smile of someone who wants to devour the other, which, the feeling was mutual.

As you both lean forward and kiss, the whole world comes to a stop. Her lips on yours is something you can never get used to, both of your bodies seem to fit together. You slowly move your lips further down, from her jawline to her neck. Kissing slowly and gently until the idea to bite her come into play. Your eyes light up with lust and as your thought becomes reality, a moan escapes Emily’s lips. Fuck. That moan spurs you on as you become more passionate by the second. You make your way up to her ear, nibbling and sucking her lobe before moaning in her ear. ‘You make such pretty sounds.’ Those words light a fire in Emily, causing her to move her hand into your hair and pull. Your mouth flies open and a gasp escapes, sending Emily into a frenzy as her mouth crashes into yours, your tongues fighting for dominance.

You part for a moment before asking, ‘did you want to stay the night?’ She bites her lip. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

[heinous-eli]

Spoiler warning for relatively advanced level of plot in Hades 2. I've gotten pretty far in it.

I am beyond fucking heartbroken for Hades himself. I am devastated.

He fucked up raising Zagreus. Yes, he eventually reconciled, apologized, all that, but it took until Zag was well past childhood. Zag himself had to do the (flaming) leg(foot?)work to make it all happen, too.

By the true ending of Hades 1, you know that Hades knows that he fucked up with everyone, from his wife to his child to his Olympian relatives to his loyal Chthonic court members.

Melinoë is the child born of his rekindled relationship with Persephone. She is his chance to be a good father right from the get-go. He probably did whatever the Greek god equivalent of Lamaze classes and reading What to Expect When You're Expecting might be. I can imagine long and difficult yet loving conversations between Persephone, Hades, and Zagreus about how much they want the better version of their family to be the one that welcomes the new baby into the underworld.

And then, wham! Hades's own father shows up to be like "healing from ur toxic masculinity? learning that emotions are valid? caring about others? knowing better to do better? LOL BISH U THOUGHT" and takes it all away. Prior generations doing all they can to prevent cycle-breakers from healing. Too real.

I realized all this in the encounter where Hades tentatively and oh-so-tenderly asks after Mel's well-being and she responds with "LORD FATHER I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF VENGEANCE AND I HAVE NOT YET HAD IT SO HOW DO U THINK I AM DOING". Calling poor Hades "defeated" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Then, in the encounter right after that one, he expresses his regret that he, Persephone, and Zag weren't there to watch her grow up. And then HE ASKS HER WHAT HER HOBBIES ARE?!?! And seems saddened by the fact that her response is, yet again, "LORD FATHER I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF VENGEANCE AND I HAVE NOT YET HAD IT SO WHAT DO U THINK I DO WITH MY TIME". He is just so damn sad and full of regret.

He is the most dynamic character in the series, even without Hades 2 being unfinished. The series is named after him for a reason. Hades grows, changes, regrets, learns, all that.

My. Heart.

[kayschariot]

2018-19 Alex’s mom walking in on you two making out and Alex has kiss marks all over his face from it and trying to explain but failing

i heavily fw this one.. but the embarrassment would..KILLL MEEEEE..

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2019 Alex getting caught

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He’d ask his mom if you could come over, you were his girlfriend of course she said yes.

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You’d find yourselves watching a movie in his room, cuddling. His mom would check on you two sometimes asking if you needed anything at all.

it got late and you two got more touchy..more touchy and uhh more touchy I guess?

You’d kiss his cheek accidentally leaving a lip stick mark on it, you’d start giggling and he’d look at you nervous he did something wrong or embarrassed himself but no.

“I got lipstick on your cheek..” You say and he’d shrug. You’d end up kissing his cheek again leaving another mark..another one.. and one thing lead to another his face was covered in your lipstick and he could not care less.

The boy was enjoying you focusing on him and giving him this attention. It made him aroused and dazed in a way. finally you kissed his lips and he had an immediate response by cupping your face and kissing you aggressively.

“Oh my god i love you so fucking much..” He’d break the kiss just to pull you up to straddle him and make out with him.

“I love you..holy shit-..” he’d say between breaths.

“I love you too hone-“ He’d kiss you again. He wasn’t really giving you chances to breath just making sure your lips were on his was his biggest priority. He leaned on the head board of the bed so he could get more comfortable and continue making out with you on top of him.

It between this aggressive make out Alex would not know what was coming next..

Alex’s mom came to the door and knocked as a reminder but opened the door quickly as she didn’t think you two would be doing anything.

“Hey do you two want anything before I go to be-..” She’d stop and just look at you two.

you two would jump up and the only thing not helping was the trail of saliva that parted between your guys lips.

the embarrassment would fucking kill him..and you..his face went red and he still had kiss marks all over him. “Uh-uhm..I-Just..uh..no..” He’d say.

“Yeah i can see you two are uh..busy-..” She’d say.

“No-we were just..uhm..hugging.” Alex said, clearly lying his ass off.

“Yeah your face says otherwise tell me if you need anything Y/N.” She said and you’d nod. she left.

“Oh-oh my fucking god-..i’m so sorry..”Alex would apologize profusely over and over again. you’d tell him it was fine and try to get him back into that mood and you ended up doing so.

You two stayed making out all night and watching movies and laughing about this.

[mustainegf]

James fucking Dave's gf after kicking him out of band?

This is so so so so good dude omg

Standing there, watching her, in the room filled with tension, Dave had just been kicked from the band, it felt like the end of something I couldn’t really put my finger on.

I did feel bad for him, but on the other, a new opportunity was presented, one that was darker than me.

His girlfriend sat on the couch, looking dazed and helpless. They were not much of a serious item, and I knew it very well. Tonight, I was going to make my move.

I said softly as I approached her. Confusion and sadness swam within her eyes as she looked up. "You doing okay?"

"I do not know," she said, tremor in her voice. "It's just… everything happened so very fast."

I nodded, sitting down beside her. "Yeah. It's been one crazy day, but you know, you deserve way better than Dave. He never treated you the way you deserved.

She gazed at me with wide eyes, "What do you mean?"

I stretched and reached out, tucking away another tendril of hair from her face. "I mean, you deserve someone who sees you, who appreciates you, and who knows how to do right by you.

Her breath hitched, and I could see the flicker of indecision in her eyes. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Someone like me.

"James," she breathed, her eyes searching mine. "I don't know…"

I shut her up with a kiss, my lips claiming hers with a possessive hunger. She hesitated for a moment, then surged onto me, her hands clutching at the front of my shirt as she kissed me back with equal need.

"See?" I murmured against her lips. "Dave could never make you feel like this."

I drew back from her, my eyes caught on hers as I stood and stretched out my hand. "Come on."

She took my hand, her grip tight, and I led her to my bedroom. Inside, the door was shut, locking with a click that resonated in the silence.

I turned to face her, my eyes gliding over her body, desperate, undeniable.

"Strip," I ordered, my voice rough with desire.

She hesitated briefly and then obeyed; her hands shook slightly as she undressed. I watched her, and my cock was hard at the sight of her soft, pale skin, there was not a blemish on her, she was beautiful, every inch of her. What in God's name had Dave been doing?

"God, you are perfect," I breathed and stepped closer to her. "Dave never appreciated what he had."

I touched her, my hands running over her every curve, and I held back her beauty with all my will. "But I do. And I'm going to show you just how good it can be.

I pushed her onto the bed. My body covered hers, kissing her deeply as my hands roamed over her body possessively. She moaned against my lips, arching her body into mine, surrendering to my touch.

"Tell me you want this," I demanded, my voice rough as I pulled back to look at her.

"I want this," she whispered, her eyes clear with innocence. "I want you, James."

"That's good," I growled, fists tightening on her thighs, spreading them even more comprehensive. "Because I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget all about Dave."

I pumped into her with a quick snap of my hips, her cry of pleasure echoing in the room as I claimed her. She was so wet and fucking tight, her body so accepting of mine the way I plunged into her with a relentless speed.

"Good God, you feel so fucking good," I groaned, my fingers dug into her hips as I thrust into her. "Dave could never screw you like this."

She was clawing at my back; sharp nails dug into my skin as she moaned and writhed beneath me. "James, oh god, James…"

"Say it," I ordered, thrusting harder. "Say I'm better than Dave."

"Better," she gasped. The curl of her eyes became pinches as she bowed her back. "You're so much better."

"Damn right," I growled, my hand slipping between us to rub her clit. "You're mine now. You understand?"

"Fuck, yes," she whimpered, her body trembling as I coaxed her closer to cumming. "I'm yours, James. All yours."

"Good girl," I encouraged, and my plunges became sloppier as I neared my climax quickly. "And I'm going to cum inside you, and you're going to take every drop."

"Please," she pleaded, her hips jerking against mine, "I need you, James. I need you."

And making one last push, I was deep inside of her, my orgasm crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

She screamed out, her body clenching around mine as she came with me, our moans mingling together as we caught our breath.

I collapsed on top of her, my body spent, but still, I struggled to catch my breath. Fuck, I panted, my head resting on her shoulder. “That was … so good.”

She smiled, holding me closer, fingers threading through my hair. "Yeah, it was.

I pulled back, unable to resist looking into her eyes. "You're mine now," I said again, my voice lower but no less greedy. "No more, Dave.”

"No more, Dave," she agreed, her smile widened as she leaned in to kiss me. "Only you, James."

"Good," I murmured into her lips, my heart swelling with satisfaction. "Because I'm not letting you go."

[moonstruckme]

hi! What about a fic if one of the Mauraders or TASM peter with a reader who's insecure about her big boobs? Like ik everyone thinks it's ideal but honestly sometimes it really sucks when shirts don't fit right or everything looks slutty or u can't go braless or alternatively a fic about their gf overhearing someone say they r an ass man but she has a small butt?

Thank you for requesting!

cw: insecurity around breast size

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You’re looking in the mirror, and you want to feel good about yourself. Really, everything looks the way it should. Your hair looks better than it would on an average day, that new eyeshadow thing you tried actually turned out nicely, and your dress fits the way it’s supposed to. 

Just, the way it’s supposed to fit doesn’t really seem right to you at the moment. 

“Peter,” you call in the direction of the bathroom, “if I ask you about something, can you promise to be honest with me?” 

You hear water splash in the shower, signaling your boyfriend is finally rinsing out his hair. In classic Peter fashion, he seems like he’s going to be late to his own banquet. Oscorp is having a formal event to recognize the achievements of their scientists this year. Peter’s done even more than most, and he’s expected to give a speech before the food comes out which you’ll be lucky to make at this rate. You were supposed to get ready together, but he’d spent the majority of the time flirting with you while you did your makeup in your pajamas. 

“Duh, I’m always honest,” he calls back. The shower shuts off. “That’s why they call me your friendly, honest, neighborhood spider-man.” A pause. You wonder if he can sense the dry look you’re sending his way. “Fine, but I’m always honest with you. Shoot, sweetheart.” 

“Okay.” You give yourself one final, disappointed look-over in the mirror before heading towards the bathroom door. “I’m serious, don’t sugarcoat anything, but do you think—” 

The door swings open, and Peter’s right in front of you, beads of water still visible on his torso and a towel wrapped around his waist. 

“—this is too slutty?” you finish, quieter, right as he blurts, “Oh my god.” 

Peter blinks. His head does a tiny shake, as if trying to rid himself of a dizzy spell. “What?” he asks. 

Probably not your best phrasing. “I just mean, is it too booby,” you try again. You have the urge to tuck your arms around your middle self-consciously, but you worry that would only make the boob predicament worse. 

“Baby.” Peter’s still looking at you like you’re speaking another language. “What?” 

You look down at your highly visible cleavage, then back up at him. “You know what I mean,” you say softly. 

“Okay, speaking from a strictly male standpoint,” Peter says, unabashed as his eyes dip to where yours just where, “I can’t condone the idea that there is such a thing as too booby. But even if I was, like, a ninety-five year old conservative woman, I couldn’t—I would still think you look beautiful.” 

Your heart balloons. It’s not a compliment you got much before you met Peter. Hot, sexy, sure, but not beautiful. 

“God.” The word slips from your boyfriend’s mouth so softly it almost sounds like a prayer. His hands find your waist, skimming down the satiny material of your dress to rest on your hips. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. Is that the eyeshadow trick you were talking about?” 

You nod, cheeks burning. “You watched me do it.” 

“It looks different with the dress on,” he agrees. “Fuck. Not to be corny, but you’re seriously taking my breath away. I can’t breathe right now.” 

A little laugh stutters out of you, and Peter smiles. He’s looking rather breathtaking himself, fresh-faced from the shower with a piece of damp hair still clinging to his forehead. You unstick it and comb it back in with the others already fluffed up after being toweled off. He smells like his shampoo. 

“Can I kiss you,” he asks, “or will I mess up your makeup?” 

“Be careful,” you warn, smiling as you lean in. 

He is, but his hands give away his hunger, bunching in the fabric at the base of your spine to get you closer. He makes a low, needy sound in the back of his throat, and for half a second you wonder if it’s for your benefit but then you remember that he was right earlier. Peter is always honest with you. 

You laugh when you pull away, going to get a bit of tissue paper to blot away the lipstick you’ve left on him. A glance in the bathroom mirror shows that yours is, thankfully, intact. 

“Are you sure this dress will be appropriate?” you ask, less insecure now but still nervous as you wipe at Peter’s upper lip. “Regardless of how much you like it, it’s still a formal thing and I don’t want to be…indecent.” You cringe. There’s no word that sounds nice. 

Your boyfriend’s brows furrow. His hands skim up your arms, and he looks like he’s about to reply when you fold the toilet paper and stick it between his lips. “Blot,” you murmur. 

He does. “Baby.” He squeezes your upper arms, a silent request for you to look up at his eyes. You find them soft and earnest. “There’s nothing inappropriate about what you’re wearing. It is a formal thing, and you’re wearing a formal dress. You look beautiful.” That word again. Your cheeks burn. Peter kisses one of them. “No one is going to have anything to say about how you look other than how beautiful you are,” he promises. 

You let the sincerity of his words seep into you, pooling like a warm drink in your belly. The inside of your lip finds its way between your teeth. Now you’re feeling bashful for other reasons. 

It’s obvious by Peter’s grin that he can tell. He gives your arms another squeeze before moving you out of the way and going to where his clothes are laid out on the bed. 

“Actually, that’s pretty convenient for me.” He discards the towel on the floor, slipping on a pair of boxers and then starting to button up his dress shirt. “You’ve just taken a whole bunch of pressure off my speech, sweetheart. No way anyone’s gonna be looking at me while I’m up there.”

[cvnt4him]

Thinking about being tenyas chubby lil girlfriend!!

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• Tenya adores you so, he would kiss and blow on your tummy making you feel oh, so loved!!

• He loves how much shorter than him you are and uses that to his advantage.

• Everyone sees tenya as some up tight guy who can't get laid but boy did this big dicked loser know how to fuck.

• He loves picking you up and slamming you on the bed, especially when he's angry with you.

• Bending you over in a mating press when you're feeling insecure, telling you how beautiful you are and how he loves you so.

• He loves spoiling you with his riches I feel. He just loves buying you your favorite food!

• It's not like he's trying to keep you plump or anything, especially since you had lost a lot of weight, he just wants you to be happy and he'd do anything for you!

• when you get into a fight, he's always first to apologize, he hates fighting, he hates arguing, he and hates being apart from you more than he hates being wrong, he'd do anything in his power to keep you close.

• I feel like a lot of people think tenya would be so nervous and jittering during his first time but I feel he'd actually, yeah he nervous, but he'd know what he's doing.

• like ofc it's possible, but there's no way this tall ass, fine ass, blue eyed god doesn't get horny from time to time, he def watches porn n DEF wacks his stack.

• I feel like he'd be into little things like holding you close, and 'making love' to you rather than 'fucking' you.

• he loves getting compliments about his eyes, he might have shit vision but boy are those things beautiful.

• he doesn't let people talk bad about you when you're around, not that he lets them when you're not but he knows how sensitive you are so if he's alone and someone says something about you or your body, he'll tell them to fuck off, but if you're around you can't convince me he won't get down n dirty behind your ass bro

• speaking of he's an everything guy, like legit, he's the kind of guy that can't say what he loves, however I feel he's more appealed to lips, than ass or thighs or boobs n shit like that, there's something so sexy about your lovely glossed lips.

• or when you have lipstick on and you want to suck his dick, the stains that get left on his girth as you deep throat his long veiny cock, he loves for it.

• he loves when you have little tears prickling from the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill as you gag around his cock, spit forming at the corner of your red tinted lips, your lipstick smudged all over you face.

• he's not a heavily sexual person, no but he does love giving you what you need, even if that's a good ol' dicking down.

• he just loves you so much, laying on your arms, your tummy, your thighs, boobs, ass, you name it he loves it, he wants to spoil you so much, he wanst to assure to you that you'll never have to lift a finger while hes here.

• he wants to be a hero, sure, but why be everyone's hero if he can't be yours?

Think'n bout ten ten🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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AN; he's such a sweetie bro, you can't tell me old women don't just love how formal and respectful he is bro????? I'm officially INLOVE W him bro, need me a lil geek in my life. I wanna fucking destroy him. Might have to make a corruption fic ab tearing this little handsome dork apart.

Oh n he don't call you no goofy shi like 'my little star' or wtf ever yagami yato got y'all thinking 💀

[squoxle]

✏ TNAIT 002: No Money, No Problem l.at fanfic

✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 2.5k | ✰ cw: profanity, sexual themes, lgbt comments | ✰ plot: you find the perfect guy to help you bring up your grades, but he's so shy you wonder if you'll make any progress. too bad you couldn't get his cute little friend instead... [Series Masterlist]

“Dude! What the hell was that?” Chanyoung spat.

“What? Oh you mean making your wet dreams come true? In that case, you’re welcome,” Dongmin chuckled.

“Wet dreams? You’re the one who fantasizes about screwing the whole cheer squad, not me.”

“Stop acting like such a prude. You know you want it too. I saw your little buddy standing up for attention.”

“It was cold as fuck out there.”

“Right…those thoughts were pretty hot though, huh?”

“Shut up…”

“Look you just better make sure you pull your dorky ass together and text that girl before tomorrow. Unless…you’re too chicken,” Dongmin said as he began clucking like a chicken.

“God, you’re such a fucking child,” Chanyoung rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone.

Dongmin looked over his shoulder to watch him text you. “Dear my beloved personified fantasy,” he began. “I’d love to meet you tomorrow at 12 o’clock sharp to help you raise your grades while you raise that skirt,” he chuckled.

“Seriously dude, back the fuck up. I can’t concentrate,” Chanyoung sighed.

hey i wanted to text u before it got too late

i'll be at the library around 8am tomorrow morning

Sent 9:43pm

Chanyoung carefully re-read the messages, double-checking for any missing details.

"Ponytail" Typing...

"Shit!" he spat.

"What? What happened? Did you accidentally send her that video of you whacking off?" Dongmin teased.

"No...she's typing."

"Already?"

it's fine

i'll be up by that time anyway

should i...bring anything?

Sent 9:45pm

"Fuck! What do I say?"

"Gimme," Dongmin grinned as he snatched the phone from Chanyoung's hand.

yeah that sounds great

and nah ur good

just make sure u bring ur laptop...and maybe a notebook

Sent 9:46pm

Read 9:46pm

"Ponytail" Typing...

kk

gnite <3

Sent 9:46

gn

"Ha!" Dongmin exclaimed before giving Chanyoung back his phone. "Too easy," he huffed. "Now, all you gotta do is shave your balls and get ready for tomorrow," he smiled, patting Chanyoung on the shoulder.

"Shave my what?!"

"Your nuts, bro. So you can get that brain while you use yours," he chuckled.

"You know if anyone else heard the way you talk to me they'd think you were gay."

"I'm just being real with you."

"Yeah...really gay."

"Whatever," Dongmin laughed as he wrapped an arm around Chanyoung's shoulder.

"You sure lucked up, huh?" Abigail chimed as you told her about your little rendevous with Chanyoung. "I've seen him before, but I always kinda thought he was...y'know," she paused to flick her wrist, a motion you very well knew the meaning of.

"No, no. At least, I don't think so. He's just kinda shy."

"Shy? Or more into guys," she chuckled.

"Hey, knock it off. You're the one who told me to get my own guy."

"Actually, you wanted that. If I recall it correctly you said it would be weird for us to use the same guy."

"Oh...right," you blew air into your cheeks as you thought back to that moment earlier.

"Well, just let me know how everything goes for you. And remember, there's a sweet little Aussie boy named Jake who'd be more than glad to help you out," she smiled. "But beware. He's a subby little switch," she chuckled. "Cute and sexy."

"Hopefully, everything goes well tomorrow and I won't need your puppy," you chuckled as Abigail pulled up to your house.

"Fingers crossed that even if he is gay, he's at least useful."

"He's not gay."

"You don't know that for sure," she tilted her head.

"Neither do you," you tilted your head, mocking her.

"Hmm, fair enough. But you owe me lunch if he is," she smiled as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"You're really sure about this," you laughed.

"Uhh...duh."

"Okay well I gotta go inside now before my dad eats me alive," you said as you climbed out of the car.

"Good luck, girlie," she waved as you jogged to the front door, waving back at her.

The next morning, you stopped by the ATM to withdraw 50 bucks before meeting with Chanyoung. "This should be enough for today," you thought to yourself.

"Debit Declined, Transaction Failed," the automated voice chimed as you inserted your card. "What the hell?" you spat before attempting to insert your card again only to see the same message pop up 3 more times.

"Did dad freeze my debit card?" you asked as your mom answered the phone.

"Yes, he did it when you came home late last night."

"I literally just came home from a game."

"I know, but you know how he feels about that."

"Yeah...it's fine."

"What did you need the money for?"

"Nothing, I changed my mind," you lied.

"You sure, honey? I can send the money to you a different way. Just let me know how much you need."

"No, Mom. It's alright. Really. Thanks though."

"Okay, well let me know if you change your mind again."

"M'kay. I will."

"Bye," she said before hanging up.

You needed that money right now more than anything else. However, given the current circumstances, that wasn't an option.

"Hey," you waved shyly as you sat down at a table across from Chanyoung.

"Hey," he said, so softly that you almost didn't even hear him. "So, umm...what did you want to start working on first," he asked in that same sheepish tone.

"Umm, well maybe math. It's an introductory algebra course, but I'm kinda struggling to grasp it y'know."

"Can you show me what you've been working on?"

"Sure," you stood up to move your chair closer to him. "Sorry," you apologized as he jerked slightly. "Fuck, I hope I'm not being too aggressive," you thought to yourself.

"It-it's okay," he smiled softly before scrolling through your modules. "Dongmin and his stupid big mouth," Chanyoung thought to himself.

"So, what do you think we should do first?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Umm...maybe we could look through one of the quizzes and review the content. It'll be the easiest way to learn."

As brilliant as that idea sounded, you didn't have the time to actually learn the material.

"I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or anything, but is there any way I can get you to do the majority of the work...I just don't really have time to learn this with cheer practice and everything," you cringed at your own words, realizing just how pathetic you sounded.

"Oh, uhh--"

"I'll pay you," you blurted just as you remembered that you couldn't exactly finance this little escapade. "Well...actually--"

"It's fine. You don't have to do anything unless you want to. Let's just look at this as a friendly favor," he shrugged as his lips formed into a shy smirk.

"Huh, really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, turning back to the laptop. "You can watch me work the problems out. Maybe it'll help you learn the material," he said as you leaned over, unconsciously bracing yourself on his thigh.

You listened as he explained the process of solving each equation and watched him scribble notes in your journal. For a moment, you got lost in his eyes. You watched them glaze across the screen through his glasses.

Maybe it was his shyness, or maybe it was something else, but your heart always fluttered when he came around. That was the real reason you stumbled on your words whenever you spoke to him.

It was something about the way he bit his bottom lip when he was focused that made you want to kiss him...

"Ugh!" he groaned as you lost your balance. Your hand fell right into his manhood and you could see it all over his face.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," you pleaded, grabbing onto his shoulder as he hunched over in pain.

"I-it's alright...I know you didn't do it on purpose," he said, grinding his teeth together.

"Umm, do you want me to get something?"

He exhaled deeply before replying, "No, I just have to wait it out."

"I'm really sorry," you apologized again as he continued to take deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. You reached over to close your laptop. "We can finish this later," you said as he seemed to calm down.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You've already done more than I would've."

"So..tell me something about yourself. Since we're gonna be hanging out a lot more often, we might as well take the time to get to know each other," you said as the two of you sat outside together.

"There isn't really much to know," he shrugged.

"What about past relationships?" this question was triggered by a sense of curiosity and the fact that Abigail was so sure he was gay.

"Well, I've never really dated anyone before," he said, looking off.

"Anyone...well did you at least have a crush?"

"Hmm...there was this one girl I liked, but she only ever saw me as a friend."

"Have you always been into music?"

"Huh? How'd you know I was into music?"

"Shit," you swore to yourself. You didn't hear this from him..

"Oh, well umm I remember seeing you in the orchestra during the first week of school," you were able to save your ass this time, but you had to be more careful. You knew more than you were letting on.

"Oh yeah. Well, actually my parents encouraged me to start playing the cello, but I grew to like it on my own. Heh, I remember one time when I stayed up all night to learn this one piece. It was really important because that would be my first solo performance in high school," you watched as he smiled thinking back to that moment.

"Well I'm sure you did amazing," you smiled.

"Ehh...that would've been the expected outcome," he chuckled to himself. "But I thought it was a brilliant idea to be Romeo before my performance and ended up forgetting half of my solo. You can imagine how that went."

"Not really..."

"Well, it's like I said earlier. She saw me as a friend. So my head was all over the place after that. I should've just waited until after the show to tell her. I was gonna do it anyway."

"Hmm...maybe," you sighed, wondering if he still had feelings for her or had moved on by now.

"Alright, enough about me. It's my turn to ask you some questions."

"Okay, hit me," you laughed at his boldness.

"How many relationships have you been in?"

"Zero. Next question."

"Zero?! How?"

"My parents are pretty strict so I wasn't allowed to date. To them, my grades are the most important thing. But there was one guy I liked. He was a little older than me, but he hated the fact that we had to sneak around all the time," you sighed thinking back to the first real boyfriend you could've had.

"Oh, well I can understand that," he said looking over to you as if he was trying to read your body language, hoping it would expose another part of you.

"So what else did you want to ask me?"

"What made you come up to me? Aside from needing help."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've come to every game and that was the first time we ever spoke to each other. I'm just wondering if there was something that stood out," his shaggy brown hair was perfectly draped across his face, slightly peeking over his round glasses.

"Uhh...well you were a familiar face. I figured you had to be a genius if you were in the orchestra. Y'know musically inclined people are said to be more intelligent," you smiled even though you knew very well that you chose him randomly and could barely remember him on your own.

"Heh, that's what my dad always tells me," he smiled with an expression so pure and sweet you could only sit there in silence.

You felt bad realizing that your only intention of talking to him in the first place was to use him to improve your grades. Plus this little heartfelt conversation started for two reasons--1) you had to buy time to come up with another form of payment and 2) you were not buying Abigail lunch.

If you didn't need him, you honestly wouldn't have looked twice in his direction. Yes, you found him attractive, but that was it. You didn't care about his interests...

"Spill the tea! Is he gay or not?" Abigail squealed as you met up with her in the campus cafe.

"Woah, what happened to 'hey, how did the studying go?'" you laughed.

"Tell me about that after this. I'm starving and I wanna know if I'm gonna be paying or not."

"Well he told me about a girl he liked back in highschool so I think that should answer your question."

"Dammit," she swore before reaching in her bag. " Text me what you want. I'm gonna go order out stuff and I'll be right back, 'kay?"

You nodded as she walked away. You watched her blonde ponytail sway with her movements as she went up to the register. You had completely forgotten about the whole frozen card thing, so you were even happier that she would be paying today.

"Alright, now tell me. Did you suck him off or what?"

"Ugh! No way. I was gonna pay him instead, but my dad froze my cards so I'm just pretending to be his friend so he can keep helping me," this was mostly true except for the fact that you were kinda falling for him.

"Well, you can either keep doing that or at least try to get some pleasure out of it. As cute as my little Jakey is, I just need him for my grades," she smiled, flipping her ponytail. "Do you really think I care about his nerdy life?"

"I know right," You laughed.

"You just need to give that boy your homework and walk away. He's not your study-buddy he's your dorky little fuck-toy and that's it. Don't let him bore you to death with his lame-ass life stories. That is not what you signed up for girl.”

“Honestly. After he fixes my grades I’ll probably never talk to him again.”

“Yeah, until next semester,” Abigail laughed. “I’m not trying to sound like the stereotypical blonde, but I’m too pretty to use my brain. Especially when I have a body like this,” she poked her tongue out as she playfully shook her tits.

“Oh my god! You can’t do that in public,” you hid your face behind your hand.

“Oh baby trust me, there’s a whole LOT you can do in public. It’s only illegal if you get caught,” she winked. “Thanks,” she smiled as the waiter came to the table with your food.

Abby wasn't entirely wrong. You could get away with a lot in public, but someone else is always present. Another witness. Another loose end. Or maybe...a ticking time bomb. Eager to get their way at the expense of your dirty little secret.

Living a double-life has its consequences.

You were so wrapped up in your conversation with Abigail you failed to notice Dongmin who was busy cleaning a table not too far from you. How were you supposed to know he worked here part-time? Like you said earlier, you hardly even knew of their existence before the other night.

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Enemies with Benefits

Part 12

Previous part here

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“I want it installed right away. You’re looking at an extra thousand dollars if you get out here tomorrow.”

His phone to his ear, Tommy glanced across the room to Y/N, who was sitting on one of the barstools as a paramedic was looking her over. Along with her sprained ankle, she had numerous cuts on her hands and knees from crawling across the broken glass on the floor, and as she looked up and met Tommy’s eyes, he insisted once again on getting the new locks and security system installed at the club as soon as possible.

“Tomorrow, right. Call me as soon as the work’s done,” Tommy instructed to the locksmith he’d recruited back when he first began purchasing the clubs. He then ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket, and his attention was brought to the front of the large room as he looked up and saw Arthur, John, and Polly rushing in from the entrance, each of them with worried expressions on their faces.

“What the fuck happened?!” Arthur half-shouted as he and John made their way over to Tommy. “Fucking lock on the front door is completely busted off.”

“I’ve got someone coming to replace it tomorrow,” Tommy answered him, slightly annoyed. He wasn’t in the mood for Arthur’s antics, and he knew the last thing Y/N probably wanted right now was to have to interact with him and John, either. He’d only asked Polly to come, but of course, Arthur and John had insisted on tagging along as soon as they heard what had occurred.

“Oh, darling, are you alright?! Let me see you!”

Rushing past the men and over to where Y/N sat, Polly interrupted the paramedic’s work to grab Y/N’s hands and give her the once over before then wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. Watching, Tommy almost laughed at the off-guard and surprised look on Y/N’s face as Polly pulled her into the hug.

Not expecting such concern and affection from the woman she’d only met twice before, Y/N didn’t know how to react as Polly hugged her warmly and then pulled back to examine her again. She was touched by her concern, but was still shaken from the entire situation, and she just stared blankly at Polly as she spoke again.

“Are you alright? My God! Did they already take that fucker away? Because if not, I’d like the chance to throw a punch myself.”

Y/N gave her a half smile.

“Sorry, you just missed him,” she said.

“Thank God you weren’t here all alone!” Polly said.

Y/N glanced over at Tommy again, recognizing Arthur and John from the first night she’d met all of them. She found it kind of odd that they were there, as well as Polly. While she couldn’t really relate, seeing as she wasn’t really close with any of her own family members, she still found it a little unusual that they all had come here upon hearing about what happened. But as eclectic of a group as they were, it was obvious they were very close.

“Arthur, John, will you two shut the hell up?!” Polly called annoyedly over to them. They’d been nearly shouting as they continued to talk to Tommy, and Y/N had winced as Arthur and John got particularly loud. Her head was throbbing, her ankle still hurt like hell, and she was still very shaken, trying to process the entire situation and all Tommy had done. She truly had no idea what would have happened if he hadn’t been there, and she currently felt cold and exposed. As she looked at Tommy again, she remembered how safe she’d felt when he’d wrapped his arms around her, and how relieved she’d been that he hadn’t gotten hurt.

“Alright, well, we should get going,” Polly said after the paramedic had finished their work on Y/N. “You must be exhausted. Where’s your purse, honey? I’ll grab it for you and put it in my car.”

Hobbling off the barstool, Y/N shook her head.

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” she said, “I don’t need a ride. It’s my left ankle that’s sprained, so I can still drive home.”

At that, Polly gave a short laugh, as if what Y/N had just said was absolutely ridiculous.

“You’re doing no such thing. You’re coming back to our place and we’ll look after you there.”

As she shook her head again, Y/N shifted her weight and stood up straighter, albeit with difficulty. She didn’t know exactly whose place she was referring to when Polly said “our place”, but regardless, she wasn’t going, even if she wasn’t crazy about the idea of being alone right now.

“No, that’s not necessary,” Y/N said. “I really, truly appreciate the offer, but I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be silly, darling,” replied Polly. “Not to be harsh, but you’re a mess.”

“Which is exactly why I need to go home. If someone could just bring my car around to the front, then I can take it from there.”

Looking at her for just a moment and seeming resigned to Y/N’s decision, Polly then spoke.

“I’ll have Tommy go and get it,” she said.

After Polly walked away, Y/N eased herself back onto the bar stool and took a drink of water from the glass someone had set beside her on the bar top. After setting it down, she turned her head again and saw Tommy approaching her, his expression serious.

“Where’s your car?” he asked as he came to a stop in front of her.

“In the ramp down the block,” she replied. “It’s right on the first floor.”

Tommy nodded.

“I’ll come back and get it for you tomorrow,” he said. “Where are your keys?”

Y/N frowned.

“Wait, what? I need it now.”

Tommy shook his head.

“No, you don’t. You’re leaving with us.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” he insisted.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Tommy gave a look of irritation.

“You know how much I enjoy arguing with you, love, but this isn’t up for debate,” he said.

“I’ll be fine on my own,” Y/N responded.

“You can barely walk.”

“Barely, but still can.”

“Have you always been this difficult?” Tommy asked with a tilt of his head.

“I could ask you the same question.”

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Tommy spoke again.

“I’m not letting you go home alone,” he said as he held her eyes.

“I don’t need your permission,” Y/N said.

“No, but you do need to honor our agreement,” he answered.

Y/N furrowed her brow and shook her head.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Tommy took a step closer to her.

“I’ve just decided this is date number two,” he said.

•.•.•.•.•

As Polly drove up the driveway of an extremely large mansion in the very posh neighborhood they’d just driven through, Y/N became even more confused as the two cars that had been following them the entire drive also pulled up and parked alongside them. As Polly got out of the driver’s seat, Y/N opened her door and saw Arthur and John each get out of their respective cars and chat briefly, before John began heading her way as Polly and Arthur headed towards the house.

“I’ll get your room ready, honey,” Polly said as she walked away, and as sweet as she was being, this all still felt so odd to Y/N. Never would she have expected to find herself in the home of a Shelby.

Approaching her, John grinned as he reached her and pulled her car door open all the way.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N, although, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances,” he said. “You alright?”

“Umm...yeah, hi,” Y/N responded, and she wondered where Tommy was. But just as she had the thought, she recognized his car pulling up the driveway and parking near the others, and she hated to admit it, but she suddenly felt better upon seeing him. As Tommy got out of his car, John got her attention again as he extended his hand and gently gripped her forearm.

“Come on, up we go,” he said to her, and he pulled her out of her seat and then upright before wrapping his arm around her waist to support her as she hobbled onto the driveway.

It was still dark out, and as she once again looked up at the mansion in front of her, lights glowing from within, she suddenly had a hard time processing all that had happened in the last few hours.

Her arm resting on John’s shoulder, Y/N reluctantly accepted his support as she saw up ahead the amount of steps she’d have to climb to get inside the house. As they began to move, she saw Tommy making his way over to join them, her purse, jacket, and laptop in his hands. He met her eyes briefly and then followed behind them as they walked up the driveway and to the house.

“Watch your hands, mate, or I’ll be hitting you with a liquor bottle next,” Tommy suddenly said to John from behind them as he saw John’s hand resting dangerously close above Y/N’s ass.

Upon making it inside, Y/N found herself standing in the middle of a large foyer, and as Tommy walked past her and met Polly at the base of a set of stairs and handed her Y/N’s belongings, she briefly looked around.

The house was beautifully decorated and was clearly frequently occupied, but she was still having trouble figuring out exactly whose house this was. Based on the décor, she guessed it wasn’t any of the men’s, but they all clearly had the intention of staying the night. As Tommy headed back over towards her and relieved John of supporting Y/N, she spoke quietly as Tommy now slipped his arm around her.

“Whose house is this, exactly?” she asked him.

“Polly’s,” Tommy replied as he started walking her slowly across the floor.

“But you all are spending the night?”

“Sometimes we do, if things run late at the office or we’re already here for something else. Polly lives closer to downtown than the rest of us.”

Y/N made a face.

“You all are a little too close for comfort, if you ask me. Please tell me you truly have your own place and aren’t still living at home.”

At that, Tommy laughed.

“Believe me, love, I have my own place. Would you like me to take you back there, instead?”

“Nice try, Shelby,” she said to him, and Tommy laughed again.

As they made it over to the stairs, Polly reappeared at the top of them.

“Room’s all ready for you, honey.” Then she turned to Tommy. “Left hallway,” she said to him, and Tommy nodded.

“Thank you, Polly,” Y/N said as she looked down and began to maneuver herself as she leaned against Tommy. He tried to pick her up to carry her instead, but she refused and insisted on doing it herself. But after the third or fourth step, she could sense him growing impatient with how slow she was going, and suddenly, she felt his arm sweep under her knees and his other wrap around her back as he swiftly picked her up bridal style and then continued climbing the stairs.

“Ahh! What are you doing?!” Y/N shrieked as he grabbed her.

“Getting you up the stairs before my next birthday,” he replied as he continued to move.

“Hey!” she scolded Tommy, but her heart skipped a beat with a tiny thrill as she rested against him.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, she started to wriggle in his arms.

“You can put me down now,” she said, and Tommy lowered her to the floor, but if he’d had his own way, he would have kept carrying her to the room and then locked the door behind them as soon as they were inside.

“Come on,” he said to her as he resumed helping her walk, making it down the hallway and to the door of a softly lit guest room. He guided her inside and gingerly eased her down on the bed, and then he busied himself with arranging her belongings on the desk in the corner and then grabbing her some towels and a set of women’s pajamas from the armoire in the corner. He then walked back over to the bed and set them down before looking at her expectantly.

As she eyed the pajamas and then looked back up at Tommy, she narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for, Shelby, but if you think I’m changing in front of you, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Tommy smiled.

“Can’t blame me for trying,” he said. But then he spoke more seriously again.

“Are you alright?” he asked her.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she responded quickly, but as she looked at him, she suddenly couldn’t hold his gaze for long, and she looked down again.

“You’re not alright,” he then said quietly.

“Yes, I am,” she insisted. “I’m just tired.”

But the truth was, now that she had a moment to think, she was still shaken from what had happened, and she felt bad for having called Tommy greedy and said he didn’t care about people. She sniffled and refused to look up at him.

“Hey,” Tommy said quietly, and he knelt down in front of her. When she finally looked at him, he spoke.

“You don’t always have to be so tough, you know.”

With that, Y/N’s tears began to flow again. God, what was wrong with her? As she closed her eyes and let out a sob, she felt Tommy get up and then sit down on the bed beside her, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she tried to breathe.

“Come on, love, you need to rest,” he said to her, and he gently pulled her with him as he moved on the bed to lean back against the headboard, Y/N laying against his chest as she rested against him. His arm still around her, Tommy stayed quiet as he let her cry.

She was too tired and too shaken, and it felt too good to be in his arms to fight it. She kept thinking how close of a call it had been when they’d been at the club, and she still couldn’t believe how well Tommy had handled the entire situation and how lucky she was that he’d been there. She didn’t know what would have happened if she’d been alone. She’d dealt with a robbery once before, a long time ago, but it had been a stupid kid with a pocketknife. Guns terrified her.

After a while, Y/N grew quiet, and Tommy wasn’t sure if she’d fallen asleep. But it felt too good to hold her like this for him to shift and check. Of course, he wasn’t happy at all about what had happened, but he was pleased with the fact that she was finally allowing herself to be a little vulnerable around him. Although he operated on defense at all times, he didn’t expect her to, and as he thought about how frightened Y/N had looked as she’d been on the floor of the bar, he was insanely relieved he’d been there.

“I’m sorry,” came Y/N’s voice suddenly, surprising Tommy.

“For what, love?” he said near her ear as he turned his head.

“For saying you were selfish and don’t care about people,” she said quietly.

“Eh,” he replied, slight amusement in his voice. “People have said much worse about me, believe me.”

“And I’m sorry for being completely useless back there,” she continued, shifting slightly against him.

“Useless?” Tommy repeated with confusion.

“I froze. I didn’t know what to do.”

Tommy shifted now, sitting up straighter and pushing her up with him so he could look her in the eyes.

“What are you talking about? You had a gun aimed at you, a sprained ankle, and a floor of broken glass to crawl across and you still managed to think clearly enough to get to your phone and call the police.” He shook his head as he looked at her. “I think that’s the opposite of useless.”

“You handled it all,” she replied to him as she sniffled.

“Hardly, love,” he said. Then he gave her a small smile. “You just managed to be clumsy enough to have to do your part from the floor.”

Y/N gave a reluctant little laugh of her own, and Tommy squeezed her hand.

“You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever met, love, and if you need confirmation of that, just take a look around at everything you’ve taken upon yourself to get to where you want to be.”

Looking back at Tommy, she suddenly wished he’d kiss her right now, but when he adjusted again to move off the bed, her focus shifted.

“You should get some sleep,” he said to her as he stood up. “Don’t worry about anything with work right now. I’m keeping the place closed until everything’s been cleaned up and the locks are installed.”

“What about tomorrow? How am I supposed to get home?” Y/N asked him.

“Polly will take you after you’ve had a chance to regroup. There’s no rush.”

Y/N slowly nodded, and then she looked at Tommy again, holding his eyes for a moment.

“Thank you,” she said to him, more weight behind the statement than what was voiced, but Tommy could see that in her eyes.

“Any time, love,” he replied.

He then turned and began to walk out of the room, but Y/N’s voice stopped him before he left.

“Shelby?” she said, and Tommy turned around, his eyebrow raised.

“This still doesn’t mean we’re friends,” she said to him, a small smile spreading on her face.

“No, of course not,” Tommy said with feigned seriousness and a shake of his head. Then he gave her a wink and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

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