#SO i grinded. and grinded. and GRINDED. until im caught up everywhere

[cxlrose]

i love wuwa i love wuwa i love wuwa i love wuwa i love wuwa i love wuwa i love wuwa

[bueckers555]

JEALOUSY — paige bueckers x reader

summary: in which, you and paige have a strict friends with benefits deal. so, why the hell do you feel some typa way seeing her hugged up on someone else?

warnings: smut (w like a LITTLE plot? idek anymore), fingering, spitting (? ho idk)

authors note. this is so bad but idk im lowkey running out of ideas IM NOT CREATIVE so i hope this doesn’t sound repetitive?

You wanted nothing more than to go home and forget everything.

The diner was loud as hell—UConn girls packed around a long, sticky table, plates of fries and half-eaten burgers scattered everywhere, the air thick with grease and laughter.

Paige was at the far end, her blonde hair loose, her hoodie slung over the back of her chair, manspread and leaned back like she owned the damn place. She was leaning in close to Azzi—too close—her best friend, her teammate, her fuckin’ shadow lately.

Azzi said something, her curls bouncing as she laughed, and Paige’s hand brushed her arm—light, casual, but it hit you like a punch to the gut.

It shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did, but suddenly you wanted to jump across the table and get them far apart from each other.

You forced yourself to stare at your flat Coke, your fries cold, your stomach twisting—jealousy, green and ugly, clawing up your throat.

You and Paige had been fucking around for a while now. Your little friends with benefits deal had been a good idea at first. No strings, no feelings. No jealousy.

That was the deal—had been since the first time she fucked you in her dorm, her hands all over you, her moans in your ear, no feelings, just sex.

It worked up until now, watching her grin at Azzi, her voice low and flirty, her eyes flicking to her like you didn’t exist. You knew you couldn’t say shit—couldn’t storm over, couldn’t claim her—and that might’ve just pissed you off even more.

“Yo, you good?” KK voice broke you out of your trance, elbowing you, her brows furrowed as she shoved a fry in her mouth. “You’re quiet as fuck.”

“Yeah, just—hot in here,” you mumbled, your voice tight, shoving your chair back, the legs scraping loud against the floor. “Gonna hit the bathroom.” You didn’t wait for a reply—stood fast, your shorts riding up, your tank clinging to your skin, your heart pounding as you weaved through the diner, past the jukebox, the buzzing neon signs, ‘til you hit the grimy bathroom door—pushing it open, the door clicking behind you.

The sink was cold under your hands, the mirror smudged, your reflection a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes dark, jealousy eating you alive.

You splashed water on your face, your breath shaky, trying to cool off, trying to shove down the stupid fuckin’ feelings you weren’t supposed to have. The door creaked—fuck—and you spun, Paige slipping in and locking the door behind her, her white tee riding up a bit, her grey sweats hanging loosely on her hips, her eyes low and locked on you, that smirk tugging her lips—cocky, knowing.

“Caught you,” she said, her voice low, rough, stepping closer, the door clicking shut behind her, the diner noise muffled. “You’re all pissy—what’s up?” Her hand brushed your hip—light, teasing—her head tilting, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder, her scent hitting you—sweat, vanilla, her.

You laughed—bitter, sharp—shoving her hand off, your chest tight. “Fuck off, Paige,” you snapped, your voice trembling, stepping back ‘til your ass hit the sink. “Go back to your new lil play thing. See if I care.” Jealousy spilled out—raw, messy—you couldn’t stop it even if you desperately wanted to. And you did.

Her smirk faded, her eyes narrowing—dark, hungry—grabbing your wrists, pinning them to the sink, her body pressing yours, her thigh shoving between your legs—hard, sudden—your pussy grinding against her through your shorts, wet heat flaring.

“Play thing? That how it is?” she murmured, her voice gravelly, her lips close—not kissing, just breathing you in. “You’re my fuckin’ girl—Azzi’s just a friend.”

You tried your best not to roll your eyes. You failed.

“You jealous? That’s cute, ma—turns me on.” Her thigh flexed, rubbing your cunt, your moan slipping out—soft, desperate—her grin growing, filthy.

“Fuck you,” you muttered, your voice weak, your hands tugging at her shirt, pulling her closer even as you cursed her, your pussy soaking—folds slick—your no-strings rule cracking, jealousy fueling the heat. “You don’t get to flirt then fuck me like it’s nothing”

“Nah?” she questioned with an arched brow, her voice thick, yanking your tank up fast—your tits bouncing free, nipples hard—her hands cupping them, squeezing rough, her thumbs flicking, your back arching.

“Feels like I can.” her murmur made goosebumps rise on your skin.

She shoved your shorts down, your cunt dripping—glistening—her fingers plunging in—two, deep—your cum leaking, your moan loud, bouncing off the tiles.

“Paige—shit—” you gasped, your voice wrecked, your hands clawing her shoulders—nails digging—her fingers pumping—hard, fast—your pussy clenching, wet and messy, her other hand gripping your ass—spreading you. “Fuck—this jealous pussy’s so wet—mine, huh?”

“Fuck—yes—yours—” you groaned, your voice breaking, your cunt spasming, cum flooding her fingers—sticky, hot—dripping down her wrist, splattering the floor, your thighs shaking, clit throbbing as she fucked you through it—nasty, relentless—her breath huffing, her eyes locked on yours—wild, possessive.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” she muttered, pulling out—fast—spinning you, your stomach on the sink, your ass up, your pussy dripping—wet, begging—her hand smacking your cheek—sharp, loud—your skin stinging, your cunt clenching, her fingers sliding back in—three now—stretching you wide, fucking deep, the sink rattling, her other hand yanking your hair—hard—her lips at your ear, growling, “Still jealous? Or you gonna cum for me again?”

“Paige—God—please—” you sobbed, your face a mess, her breath hot on your neck, her teeth biting your shoulder—hard, possessive, breaking skin.

Your folds felt fucked raw, pulsing, her fingers ruthless—slamming, curling, her thumb pressing, pinching your clit—nasty, fast—her spit hitting your pussy—wet, messy—her moans loud, her dominance peaking, fucking you like she owned you.

“Take it—fuckin’ take it,” she groaned, her voice rough, her fingers pumping—wild, sloppy—your pussy gushing, cum flooding her hand, splattering the sink, your thighs trembling, clit swollen, her jealousy kink flaring, her top energy unhinged. “Cum—now,”

Your body shook—cum gushing—hot, wet—soaking her fingers, her wrist, the floor, your thighs shaking, ass bouncing, your vision blurring as she fucked you through it—hard, nasty—her own cum leaking, dripping down your leg, her moan loud—real—her body tensing, shuddering, her fingers slowing, her breath ragged, her grip softening, possessive.

“Fuck—Paige—” you panted, your voice weak, your pussy still twitching—wet, raw—your hands gripping the sink, her body slumped against you, her chest heaving, her lips brushing your neck—sloppy, warm—her breath sticky, her cum on you, yours on her.

“Still mad?” she muttered, her voice hoarse, her fingers sliding out—slow, teasing—her cum-coated hand smearing your thigh, her grin faint, cocky, her dominance still buzzing. “You’re my fuckin’ girl—no strings, but mine.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, your voice thick, your pussy still dripping, your head spinning, the diner noise faint outside—teammates laughing, oblivious—the bathroom a mess, jealousy burned out in the heat of her, the no-strings rule bent but not broken, just fucked into place.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

[slytherinwh0re]

On your mother’s counter?

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), a lil degradation and swearing

Summary: Where you and Draco spend some quality time on Narcissa’s kitchen counter.

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this in literally 15 minutes, sorry if it’s not the best lol I’ve been in a bad writing funk so bare with me.

“They loved you darling-” Draco pauses to kiss the top of your head, “I told you they would, father even called you lovely, usually he describes people as tolerable at the very most.”

“I’m glad your father thinks I’m more than just tolerable Draco.” You giggle at the smile plastered on his handsome face. You’ve been dating the blonde for a few months and this weekend was the first time you met his parents. To say you were terrified was an understatement, they’re one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world, of course you were nervous, luckily dinner had gone wonderfully.

“Unfortunately father insists we sleep in separate rooms, something about not wanting bastard grandchildren.” He shakes his head, mumbling about how idiotic his fathers being, since he, along with every wizard knows there’s a simple spell to ensure that doesn’t happen (fetus deletus—Im so sorry).

“It’s one night, we’ll be back at Hogwarts tomorrow.” You brush his hair off his forehead, lift yourself onto your tip toes, and give him a soft kiss. “I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, I love you darling, goodnight.”

***

You wake up in the middle of the night parched, this happens often but usually you have a glass of water waiting for you on your nightstand. You get up quietly, doing your best not to make a sound, and make your way through the manor until you reach the grand kitchen. You fill up a glass and down it, then fill up again.

That’s when you feel him behind you, his arms trap you between his body and the counter, and he rests his face on your shoulder, peppering kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Draco pulls away just long enough to ask and then goes right back to his previous actions. You lean back into him, the warmth of his lips make those pesky butterflies erupt in your tummy.

“I was thirsty.” You tilt your head to the side, giving the boy more skin to nip at. One of his pale hands leave the counter and instead find the skin under your shirt, pulling you as close to him as possible, the cold metal of his rings a sharp contrast against your warm skin. You can feel how hard his cock is as you rub your ass on him, just enough to ensure you get what you really want.

His hand travels further up your body until he’s brushing the underside of your breast with his thumb, taking full advantage of the fact you can’t sleep with a bra on. The thin shirt you had on left little to the imagination but you hadn’t expect for anyone to be awake but this is a pleasant turn of events.

When Draco started rolling your nipple around his thumb and forefinger you let out a moan that immediately had him putting his other hand over your mouth. “You must be quiet darling, wouldn’t want mum or father to hear us, would we?” You shook your head vigorously, hoping he wouldn’t stop, thankfully he had other plans.

The slytherin flips you around, lifting you onto the counter where he stands between your parted legs, your lips finding his. Your hands tug at his hair and his hands hook around your thighs, spreading them farther open. When he pulls away and starts lowering his body to kneel in front of you it’s like your brain just caught up to what’s going on.

“Draco, on your mother’s counter?” You whisper, your cheeks heating up over the thought of being caught by one of his parents in the open kitchen. Draco grabs your shorts and yanks them off quickly, along with your panties, leaving you bare in front of him from the waist down.

“Yes, now remember, you must be quiet. Only good girls get to cum.”

Before you could respond, his lips attach themselves to your clit, sucking on it with the perfect amount of pressure. It takes all your self control not to let out the squeal that threatened to escape. His grey eyes remain on yours and you can just make out the smirk on his lips.

His skilled tongue swirls around you, spreading your arousal as he drags it over every inch he can. Your hands are in his hair, tugging to relieve some of the pressure from not being able to make a sound.

Your body feels as if it’s on fire when he inserts the first finger, by the time he has a second one in your ears start ringing. You bite your lip so hard you may draw blood but you could care less about anything right now. His mouth moves in perfect rythm with his fingers, when he pushes them in, his tongue flicks at your clit, when he slides them out, he sucks. The pressure drives you insane.

So when you accidentally let out the moan you almost cry at how close he left you to the edge. The loss of contact is immediate.

“What did I fucking say?” He has his cock in his hand, stroking himself, “Now you don’t get to cum until I let you. Understand?” He whispers and you nod in agreement, desperate to feel him buried in you.

Draco pulls you off the counter and turns you around, back to the position you were in when this all began but this time there’s nothing in between your bodies. You feel him brushing against your slick entrance and you grind back onto him, the friction is so delicious but you need more. He grabs your ponytail and slowly slips himself in, making sure to take his time. You feel every inch as he slides in until he’s bottomed out inside of you, the only sound in the kitchen is the soft pants you both let out.

The slow rythm of his thrusts has you arching your back as you step further away from the counter, your hands hold onto the edge of it for dear life. His cock brushes against all the right spots, you’re still so sensitive from being denied an orgasm earlier that everything feels ten times as intense. Draco’s hands are everywhere, they don’t stay in one spot for too long but the way they caress your body makes you shiver.

“Oh Draco!” Your eyes open wide at your mistake, his hand is back on your mouth and he pulls you up so your back is resting on his chest, his hips never stop the steady pace he set. His other hand wraps around your throat and his lips are right by your ear.

“Such a dirty slut, you probably want them to see me fucking you.” Your moans are muffled by his hand and his grip on your throat tightens. The thrill of being caught exciting you to no end. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Be a good whore and cum for me.”

Your body shakes as the orgasm rips through you, Draco’s hand stays clamped over your mouth and your vision goes white, if it weren’t for him holding you up your legs surely would’ve buckled. You feel him spill into you as he buries his head into your neck, quite moans of your name leaving him mouth.

Draco’s the first to move, he turns you around slowly, kisses you sweetly, and helps you clean yourself up.

“I love you.” You whisper to him.

“I love you, and this counter.” He whispers back, both of you laughing as he leans on the counter you just ruined.

You both go back up the stairs hand in hand, right at the top of the stair is none other than Lucius Malfoy, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrow raised.

“I thought I heard something.”

Oh fuck.

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[seijohsbabe]

Reward

Ship: Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Iwaizumi x Reader

Wordcount: 2,9 k

Tw: smut, pet names, overstimulation, abuse/rape (Reader kinda likes it ??), noncon

a/n: im so dumb ive deleted the old post so I have to repost it sorry guys :( If you have ideas for a next story, my inbox is open!

Nervously you looked to the ground. The mood was bad. More than logical, because the team you have been with for a long time has just lost to Seijoh.

 But not only that made you look to the ground, there were four glances that made you tremble, and you knew exactly from who they were coming from and why. Your bet with you, which you had not really agreed but refusing with the four was no possibility. After your transfer to Karasuno, you were hoping to finally have some rest from the four. You were Oikawa's girlfriend, but his three friends also had a say. After you gathered your courage and broke up with him, it was far from over. They chased you, humiliated you, reached for you like you were a simple doll to them. Your move to Karasuno was like a glimmer of hope for you.

But only after 5 days they found you again, and drummed into you their bet to destroy Karasuno and take you as a prize. And here you were, on the bench, stunned, staring at the ball that practically meant your death. Shimizu, who was sitting next to you, noticed your trembling and held your hands with downcast eyes. But she didn't know a bit whatyou will expect now. You quickly tried to pack all your things and get back on the bus as quickly as possible. And you almost thought you had made it when you ran down the hall to get to the exit, but a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a room that you actually wanted to walk past. The room turned out to be a locker room. The door slammed behind you and you got pushed right against it.The four pairs of eyes that you actually no longer wanted to see were now right in front of you. 

Oikawa who was still pressing you against the door let you go slowly to take a step back, to your surprise. With an all too familiar grin, he looked down at you, just like the other three who were just a few steps behind Oikawa. Only now do you really realize how big they were again, how much stronger they were. You can just grab yourself so easily without you doing anything. "Lil cutieee." Oikawa said first. His voice made you tremble and crouch. You know exactly why they dragged you in here, but you couldn't have it that real. Iwaizumi, who so far has only been against one without comment Was leaning against the wall, with crossed arms, now pushed off to slowly approach you. "Can you still remember? Our little agreement? We want our price." What can you do It was hopeless, you were trapped in the wolves' den as a little rabbit. But you still had one option. Your gaze slid briefly next to you, where the door handle was. Oikawa hadn't locked it. You quickly grabbed the door handle and tear open the door to get out of this cave. But Iwaizumi must have noticed your gaze and no sooner had you opened the door than he reached for you and slammed the door with his foot. Your back was now pressed against his chest, and your hands were tied tightly to your body, his hands completely encircling you. "I would give myself up." He whispered in your ear. And with that your last hope was gone.

Matsukawa was now in front of you, to put his big hand around your cheek without comment. "Come on, you will surely like it bunny. "

His hand went deeper and deeper until he came to the edge of your t-shirt, which he pulled over your head after Iwaizumi slowly let go of you. They all stood around you like a hunter who had just caught his prey. Somebody loosened your bra from behind, and you were completely free of the upper body. Matsukawa quickly followed, pulling his turquoise white jersey with the number two over his head to show his well-toned upper body. But your hands were still shaking. Suddenly you were pulled along from behind. That someone turned out to be Oikawa, who sat down on a bench and positioned you with your back against his chest.

Hanamaki, who now crouched down in front of you, slowly took off your shoes and training pants, while Oikawa attacked your neck from behind. Unnoticed, you tilted your neck to give it more space. a slight giggle came from his mouth because he knew he had you. Your legs have now been spread apart after your underpants were also taken off. "Oh, already that wet arent you kitten?" Makki grinned with a knowing grin. The other two men had completely undressed in the meantime and were watching this happen while they lazily stroked their cocks up and down.

Makki's finger crossed your lips, which you feel a slight gasp. But Oikawa noticed it and raised his voice. "Oh our lil cutie, so excited for our cocks aren't you?" Your head shook, but the grip on your chest gave you a jerk. Makki lifted your legs to put them on his shoulders. THAT he was with his face right in front of you. You felt his hot breath against your core. And even though you were totally against this one, your hands ran through Makki's strawberry cake colored hair to get him to finally do something. and he knew what you wanted and started to work your cunt. His tongue wandered everywhere. He practically ate you up. But it was a wonderful feeling as Oikawa's hands wandered over your whole body. Little whimpering could no longer be suppressed. Oikawa's hand wandered until he put it around your neck to squeeze lightly, until he then slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and whispered softly in your ear, "Suck" and as obdiently as you were, you did it, which gave you a simple "Good Girl", but those simple words wandered down into your core, where Makki was just still eating until he looked up at some point, chin smeared, and an amused grin on his face. Oikawa's fingers now slid down to play with your cock lips until they sank into you with a jerk. To your despair you had to groan. It was useless, you should enjoy it. And this change probably all noticed, because your grin grew now. Oikawa's pace grew faster and more hectic until you were just a groaning bunch. And just as your walls spasmed uncontrollably around his fingers and your climax was approaching, until his fingers stopped and slipped out of you.

"O-Oi-Oikawa please" you whimpered. But he just giggled. "Its Tooru my lil bunny. But be a good girl and suck my fingers clean." And so you did. Your tongue swirled around his digits, until all was nice and clean. He got up slowly to get you on your feet, but the only shivering. As soon as you were on your feet you threatened to fall over, but Matsukawa caught you directly to lead you two to the ground. He leaned against a wall while positioning you on his thigh with his hands on your hips. The pressure against your cunt was so good that you couldn't stop grind slowly against his thigh. But you couldn't do it for long, because he held you tight with his iron grip. ,,issei! Please"

" I have something much better, kitten "With that he lifted you to slide you on his not exactly small penis in one go. Damn, not only its length was too much, from the middle it got thicker and thicker, and you didn't think you could manage everything, your hands were already pressing against his chest until you finally got to the base of his cocks. A loud sigh escaped you. But before you could even open your eyes again, he lifted you up again to lead you back down in a train.

And with that this knot of pleasure tore and your climax came with a jolt. Your eyes rolled backwards, a scream left your mouth, your body ran out of strength, and your head rested on Matssun's shoulder. But he was just getting started. He took your buttocks and now moved his hips with incredible speed. "I-Issei- I can't take it anymore please" you whined. "Oh come on, one more baby." And suddenly you felt a second figure appear behind you. Your head turned wearily to look at Makki's face. He positioned himself under your second hole. "Please no more no-" "Aw come on, bunny your gonna feel amazing, just relax alright?" And very slowly you felt how he was advancing, slower than Matssun, but the pain was there anyway. To be completely filled was a strange feeling, but it was still exciting in a way. This time at a slow pace they moved the two in and out. You felt the two next to each other, separated from just one wall. The knot grew again. Completely blown away in ecstasy, you did not notice how someone was standing next to you three until your hand, which until then was still on Issei's shoulder, was placed around a cock. It was the brown-haired wing spiker iwaizumi with a small grin around the corner of his mouth. "Don't mind helping me a little my dear?" Your senses were completely gone, but you tried to drive up and down with slow movements. Swear words and moans escaped him again and again. You looked at him, his lust contorted face, until your face was turned with one hand to the other side. Oikawa looked down at you, and you knew exactly what he wanted. In one go you took him up to your throat. But it wasn't enough, it was still a few centimeters You wanted to take your head back again and start a new attempt, but your head was held tight by Oikawa. While Matssun and Makki kept going out and in, and their thrusts became more and more targeted, you had to choke Oikawa's length. He tried to push the last few centimeters in.

"Come on baby, you can do it. Yeah just like that, FUCK!" his head leaned back while his hands were still in your - now - totally confused hair. ,, Youre doing so fine bunny, next time we will destroy Karasuno a second time, a-and fuck, and next time you should come on time. Alright? "The question was hypothetical because your mouth was still around his cock. Another hard nudge from Makki tightened your throat and Oikawa howled loudly.

" Fuck do that again. " And so you did, because you didnt want to make him angry, not in that position that your in right now. Your head was finally let go. The spit ran from your mouth down to your chin to your bust. "You look so beautiful, our lil cumslut." Matssun growled, while he used a harder and faster pace with Makki. They came closer and closer to their climax, because you felt them twitching inside you. And you too came closer and closer The pressure that Matssun now put on your clit almost bursts your knot. Only a small piece was missing. "Plea-Please, I-Issei, Makki, I wanna cum please!" Did you cry now? You will regret it in retrospect, but you didn't care about anything at the moment, because the climax was within reach. Makki came first, and sank his seeds in a hard thrust in you, and waited a while until he was sure that every mililiter was in you. Now Matssun could lift you up slightly to hammer into you. The knot burst, the tears just ran from your eyes. "Too much, too much" you mumbled, due to the overstimulation. After a short time Issei came deep inside you and also made sure not to waste a mililiter. After Issei pulled herself out of you, you felt so empty. It was embarrassing, what would Dachi Kyooko or even suga say? They would cast you out. You are sleeping here with four of their arch enemies. Especially one of them, they probably all hated. You had never told them what you and Oikawa were too embarrassed about you the whole thing. And now see where you have landed. While you were not only crying from the overstimulation on the cold floor of the locker room and the cum of the two men just ran out of you, two strong arms lifted you up. But he just picked you up while he whispered in your ear: "Oh one round baby, you cant let us two all high and dry hmm?" And with that you were put on Oikawa who looked at you with a big grin. " Please, I cant tak it anymore guys.

But the two ignored your protests and penetrated you at the same time.

"Oh you can, and you will." Oikawa said while he slipped into you. Your whimper could be heard outside but there was definitely nobody there, the games are over and everyone is gone.

Your hands pressed against Oikawa's chest as you continued to protest. "Oika-" But you didn't get far because he muted you with a hard thrust.

"Call me right princess."

"Tooru, please."

,, Good girl, your so brave. come on we make it fast hmm? "

And that's where real hell began. The two went in and out alternately. Building the third orgasm was bad. You felt everything. Every vein of its length penetrating your walls. While you were wondering where they got all their power from, Oikawa pulled you down to share a lovely, almost beautiful kiss with you, but you knew what was behind this facade. The devil himself, with three helpers by his side. his tongue rammed into your mouth and quickly got the more dominant one.

When Iwaizumi also marked your neck, you had to groan again. The grip of iwaizumi on your hip got tighter, and you are sure that it would leave its mark tomorrow. After they both broke up, their pace picked up again. However, when Oikawa briefly repositioned himself a little, he hit exactly this point with the next hit, the point that got you around every time, and made you see stars. Of course, Oikawa noticed this immediately and rammed into it with all his strength.

a loud fuck escaped you while you felt the two getting closer and closer. Their lengths twitched in you. Your climax was probably not far away either, but you weren't really excited about it. He will rob your last strength that was left to you. "Fuck your so tight-" Oikawa hissed now, until you felt the final snap and the load he send inside of you.

And right after Iwas fast snap of his hips your knot of lust loosened and pelted down on you twisted, your strength that somehow left you on top went from you and with that you hit oikawa's shoulder. Your arms and legs were shaking, and you only felt Iwa pulling out of you. He must have come too. Your senses are like Blown away, you only felt the cold ground below you after Oikawa got up. You should also walk slowly, you didn't want to be around this monster any more, but your legs were shaking, so you read yourself on the bench fall, cum slowely dripping out of you. ,, Princess get these on, you don't want our gift to be lost. " He threw your underpants at you, but you'd rather wash yourself. He noticed your reluctance and raised his voice. ,,Now" With trembling hands you put on all your clothes, but Oikawa didn't throw you your top but his white turquoise jersey with the number 1.

,, uhm, Tooru, you gave me your top. "

He just laughed. ,, Of course honey, everybody should see who you belong to. Since you knew that there would be no point in protesting, you put on the slightly too large jersey.

"Oh you look adoreable!" But you just felt how all the cum flowed out of you. He put an arm around you to leave the lockeroom with you. The others are probably already before. But when you got closer to your team , they looked angrily at the one standing next to you, then at the all-too-familiar top what you were wearing.

,,Sorry people i spilled water on my top and then slipped. Luckily Oi- "you noticed the slight pressure on your hip, a sign." Tooru there. " you looked up at him with your eyes until he spoke.

"Oh yeah, your little manager chan is very clumsy, better take care of her." As he turned to leave, he whispered in your ear without anyone seeing, "Next time, you will come twice as much princess . We will not lose. " And with that he disappeared, leaving you alone with the team, while thousands of thoughts buzzed through your head about how you could escape him.

[bigdanteague3]

Ok…..I guess we can leave the titty fucking story on pause for now. I thought you’d started it so I could take the next part. And then I could leave the next part for you until we reach a conclusion. But I sure did like imagining you squeezing those big titties together for me. I sure did like thinking about you gagging on me and getting my dick wet so I could slide between them and fuck them. I realllllly like thinking about your big sexy tits.

So, let do something else. Maybe a story about fucking Amber the cumslut in front of a mirror? Nah, let’s talk about Emma. She was loud, curvy, aggressive and loved to get fucked from behind. She’d spread those cheeks and get railed while she moaned and squealed. One night we had somebody listening to us outside the door. I noticed. She didn’t. It was her roommate Carrie.

Carrie was very very plain. not ugly. Just plain looking. Not cute. Just plain. No curves. Not sexy. Plain Jane. And a virgin. One time Carrie didn’t know I was there. She came in and went to her room. Emma was in the shower, I was in Emma’s room and Carrie went to hers. She shut her door about halfway. I figured she may be about to change clothes and I was kinda curious. Emma had just gotten in the shower and I could hear water running so no chance of getting caught by her. I creep over behind Emma’s door which is also half closed and look through the crack between door and wall. Gave me a perfect angle to see most of Carries room.

she had Back turned and was facing a dresser. She got some clothes out and set them on the dresser while she took earrings out looking in mirror. Water still running. She takes her sweater off and turns around and sets clothes on bed. Now she’s facing my direction. Unhooks the bra and her little titties are out. pretty flat, dark round nipples and she quickly pulls tee shirt on. Still facing me and foot of bed, she unbuttons pants and shimmies them down. Totally unaware she’s being watched. Even though I didn’t want to fuck her and had never imagined fucking her, it was kinda hot. I was pretty hard. She steps out of pants and Im really hoping she changes panties too. Just curious and all. I know it’s probably creepy to spy but she also could’ve shut the fucking door. Carrie is there in white tee and panties and boom…down they come quick. I get a quick glimpse of her big brown bush and then as she picks up her fresh pair she turns a little and I see her flat ass. Zero curves. But at that moment, if I could’ve, I would’ve. I would’ve walked right over there and let her suck me before I fucked her hairy pussy. Bent that flat ass over and give her some dick from behind. But I couldn’t so I didn’t. She pulls up the new panties and puts on pajama pants and that was that. Carrie gets on the bed, out of sight and I creep out from behind the door and out of her sight. I just filed away the images. Flat chest, dark nipples, lots of bush and flat ass.

So at some point after that, she does her own spying. She couldnt see anything but that bitch was listening. Like I said, Emma was loud and aggressive. I don’t know if she just didn’t give a fuck or if she didn’t realize that people could hear. One night we were just getting into it. To set the scene, I always made sure the bedside lamp was on. Gave off just enough light that when she put her big ass in the air and spread wide, I could see everything. Her pussy lips, her asshole, everything just right there clearly visible. I can’t remember anything before the phone call but it probably started with a blowjob and a little ball licking and then me going down to suck on her blonde pussy. She kept it trimmed short. Just little blonde hairs. I’d lick her clit, slide a finger or 2 inside her and eat her ass. Probably just started missionary, with her juices all over my mouth I probably just crawled up and slipped my dick in her tight little pussy. Her big titties laid off to the side while I pounded away. Maybe I didn’t slide my tongue inside her ass that night. Maybe she didn’t kneel off the side of the bed and lick my shaft up and down while I held her hair back. That was just how most nights started. But I definitely remember the phone call.

This night and this story begins with Emma on top. She liked to ride and she could straight up ride my dick. She’s moaning and fucking me and I’m watching those fat titties slap together. Sometimes when she bounced on it they’d slap together. Sometimes when she bucked her hips they’d swing in perfect circles. I just liked watching them slap or circle and watching her fuck me. For all her flaws and being a crazy person, she liked to fuck and liked to please. She’d do anything I needed to make me cum harder. So she’s riding, fat titties slapping together and the phone rings. We obviously don’t answer. Carrie does. And comes to other side of door and says Emma it’s for you. I don’t think Carrie knew we were fucking yet. But when Emma gasps I’ll gasp call gasp them gasp back…..she knew what was going on behind closed doors then. I heard her say oh! And maybe a little embarrassed giggle and I see foot shadows disappear as she walked away.

I think we giggled a little and she want back to riding me. I realized from Carrie’s voice how easily sounds traveled through that door. So Emma is still riding and you know what I see? Little foot shadows coming back to the door. And they stay there. That bitch is listening to us fuck. And this turns me on a LOT.

I figure if that bitch is out there listening I might as well paint her a picture. Describe the action. Emma can’t see the door shadows and has zero clue her plain friend is listening in. So she’s grinding my dick and I tell her to keep riding. Keep riding my dick. Fuck me good. Lean Back and keep fucking me.

We also had a system by this point where if I felt myself getting close to cumming, I would just pull out and lick her pussy or asshole until the urge passed. Or if she we were on top id tell her to hop off for a second and she’d hop right off and lick my balls until it passed. Felt sooooooo good but didn’t get me closer to cumming. I’d never had a girl so eager to pop them in her mouth, big eyes just staring at me moaning and she sucked

So knowing Carrie was listening I wanted to make sure she got to hear a lot. I didn’t have to cum but I wanted Carrie to know Emma would straight up suck on my balls. “Oh fuck I’m about to cum, hop off a second”. Looks over and sees foot shadows there…..Emma is real careful not to kiss or rub my dick and goes right down. I spread my legs wide and moan pretty loud as she licks from underneath to the front. “yes baby, keep licking…feels so good. Go back underneath..aaahhhhhh. lick my balls baby yessssssuck it for me baby. i love watching You do that. Now suck the other one for a minute good girl. Now get back on….fuck me until you cum

look back over and see footshadows. Is she enjoying it? Does she have a hand in her pants? Is she rubbing that hairy pussy? Is she wet? I hope she’s touching herself. I wouldn’t mind if she watched.

So Emma gets on top and fucks me until she cums. most of the time she only cums from behind So this was a nice treat. Keep fucking me baby, dont Stop riding until you cum. She was going From moans to groans to squeals. Titties everywhere, she came hard. Lots of yes yes yes yes getting louder and louder. I look and the foot shadows are there. Listening. She had to have liked what she was hearing or she would’ve left, right? I need to keep describing the action to her

So Emma is sitting on top of me, hands on my chest, catching her breath. A little sweaty, red faced. soft light on her.

“get on your knees baby…I want to make you cum again…..mmmmmm your ass looks so fucking good….you want to cum again?”

Please……….

pulling her hips up high and I put my hand on her upper back so she lowers her chest to the bed. Knees and titties on bed. “There you go…..just like that….keep your chest on the bed”

”fuck me”

say it again

”fuck me”

puts the head of my cock on her pussy. ”like this? You want more?”

yessss fuck me.

I push until it’s buried inside her. Start fucking her from behind.

her gasping: yes, fuck me baby fuck me baby yessssss ughhhhhhh

”your butt looks so fucking good….so fucking sexy”

she reaches back and puts a hand on each butt cheek and spreads them wide open. This is how she came the hardest. Her butt was so big and curvy that when she spread, it gave me more room, it let me get really deep and ram that pussy good. Plus it gave me a good good look at her ass. And I love visuals. So I start pumping away, hands on her hips and she’s face down on the bed. Ass high and spread. She’s doing her fuck me fuck me fuck me and those moans.

I’m looking at her asshole, looking at my dick slamming into her, looking at her pussy lips wrapped tight around me and thinking about Carrie on the other side of the door. Wishing she was able to see. Hoping she’s fingering her pussy or squeezing her nipples and I realize I really am about to cum so I pull out

“sorry baby, didn’t want to cum yet”

lightly kissing her cheeks

”couldn’t stop staring at this ass”

moans louder as I lick from her pussy over her ass

”you like that don’t you? When I lick right there?”

mmmmmyesfuckyes as I slide my tongue inside her ass

”it looked so fucking good I had to”

I lick and lick and slide back inside and start fucking her ass with my tongue. ohhhhhhhhgghhggghhgggggggghhhhh lick it baby, lick it baby lick that fucking asssssssssss.

So I eat that big booty for a minute or 2 before sliding back inside her. Now she’s ready for her big one. She spreads knees wider, spreads cheeks even wider and starts the low deep moans. She’s grabbing the sheets, her face on the bed and starts begging me to fuck her harder fuck me baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

That bitch was loud. still Wondering if Carrie was fucking herself thinking about her friend getting her ass licked or me railing her from behind. Was she wishing it was her getting her cheeks clapped? I really was about to cum….most times I just pulled out and jerked it right on her asshole. Shot it and let it drip over her pussy. Like i came on your fine ass in the gas station.

But I wanted her to finish me and I wanted to cum on her tits and face for Carrie’s listening pleasure. So I told Emma i was coming soon and pulled out and pulled her hips around so she was facing me. She knew what that meant and leaned back and started stroking me. I scooted up so I was straddling her stomach.

”yes…..just like that….keep rubbing…..fuck I want to cum all over you”

her jerking me hard all sweaty: you want to cum on these titties? Cover them up For me?

whenever she started talking like that I was finished “yessssss….all over themalmosthere….all over yourfuckingprettyface immgonna cummso hard.…..gonna cum so hard…uhhhhhhhhh”

With the added turn on of Carrie listening and possibly jacking herself I came 5x as hard and 10x as much. I coated that curvy bitch. So many cumropes hitting her lips and cheeks….splashing her titties, her forehead…..

out of breath she laughs and tells me I got it in her eyes. giggling and says she can’t open them. I tell her ill go get her a towel. I slip boxers back on and see foot shadows Move. I don’t get dressed anymore than that and let my dick hang out the fly of boxers in case Carrie was somewhere and wanted a peek. I dont see her. Her door was open but light was off. Living room light was on but I didn’t see her there either. She was somewhere…..i had left emmas door cracked in case she happened to “walk by” and “accidentally” See her friend naked and fucked and wiping a hot load off her gigantic tits and face. Left the bathroom door wide open and turned lights on. I grab a towel and slowly wipe cum off my dick. Knowing she was possibly watching kept me pretty hard. I wiped the head, shaft, balls and let her get a good look if she was there. Then tucked it back in and took Emma the towel so she could get that cum off her.

I don’t know if she touched herself outside the door while it was going on. But i want to think she got into bed and rubbed that hairy pussy all night. Thinking about getting bent over, thinking about my cock and balls in her mouth, thinking about riding my dick, cumming on me, having a tongue inside her ass,thinking about getting absolutely railed and cum down her throat. Maybe. Maybe not. I never saw foot shadows again….I was always looking. Most of the time it was just darkness under the door. Maybe she realized not to leave lights on behind her. Maybe she was able to peek in the crack under the door whenever she heard fuck noises. Maybe? I always imagined she was there watching, listening and sliding her fingers into her pussy

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Watch Me

Summary: You try to make your boyfriend Roger jealous because he tried to tell you what to wear but it goes slightly wrong

Pairing: Roger Taylor + female reader

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, drinking, angst, mentions of oral

Note from me: This is part one hence the warnings. The realllly smutty stuff will be in part 2, so please like and reblog to give me the boost I need to write part 2 xx

Your boyfriend, Roger, was being a pain in the arse as usual. Later this evening you were planning on attending one of Freddie’s grand after - show parties, so you had gone shopping with your bestie Christine (who happened to be dating Brian) for a dress to fit the occasion. You had settled on a beautiful black dress which barley reached below your bum and showed more than enough cleavage. You looked hot as fuck in it and coudn’t wait to make all the ladies jealous.

However, an hour or two before the party you ran into an obstacle or rather... into Roger. You had just put on the dress and fixed your hair and makeup when you heard the door to your hotel room open. ‘y/n I’m back!’ you heard Roger’s voice echo through the room as you put on your mascara, leaning in close to the bathroom mirror. ‘John told me to wear a suit but obviously I’m never gonna do that cause s’not my style and...’ his sentence came to a sudden hault as reached the doorway of the bathroom.

You saw his eyes narrow slightly as they looked you up and down, the gears in his brain clearly working very hard. ‘Y/n. What the fuck are you wearing?’ he asked while his icy blue eyes pinned you down. ‘I got the dress with Chrissy for the party. Do you like it?’ you said, giving him a spin so he could see the full veiw. You were very proud of yourself as you looked better than you ever had, and you’ve been waiting all week to show Roger. So when he said what came out of his mouth next, you were shocked.

‘You are not wearing that. Every man will have his hands all over you if they have half an eye. I won’t allow it’ announced Roger. You blinked a few times, speechless. ‘Are you fucking kidding me Taylor. I will wear whatever the fuck I want. No man will have his hands anywhere near me if they know I’m with you. But apparently you don’t fucking trust me enough, so you? So Taylor, guess I’m going to the party for someone else’s enjoyment.’ and with that you grabbed your purse and made your way to the door in a huff. ‘DONT YOU DARE Y/N’ Roger warned after you. ‘IM TAKING MY OWN TAXI SEE YOU THERE BITCH’ you screamed, flipping your beloved boyfriend off and slamming the door.

You arrived as the party was in full swing, knowing Roger would arrive soon after you. You decided to make the most of being alone for a bit. After greeting and congratulating Freddie, you made a swift exit towards the bar. It was only after 4 shots of vodka and strong buzz that you saw Roger walk in with his god awful sunglasses, looking around to find you. You hopped off the bar stool only to stumble. You felt a pair of strong mascular hands catch you by the waist and looked up to see a handsome stranger smirk at you, checking you out very obviosuly.

Meanwhile, Roger had given up trying to find you. He made his way to the sofa where his band mates always sat and pulled out his flask filled with whiskey. He sat down between John and Brian, draining the whole thing in a few minutes.

‘What’s the matter darling?’ Freddie asked as he swooped in, sitting opposite Roger on a vacant couch, nursing a glass of wine. ‘Yeah Rog you kinda look like you got kicked in the nuts’ Brian agreed, receiving a friendly nudge from John as he tried to hold in giggles and look serious. ‘Y/n wanted to wear this dress that basically left nothing to the imagination and obviosuly since she’s the sexiest girl to live I didn’t want men to be trying to hit on my girlfriend so I said she can’t wear it’ Roger sighed. Brian winced. ‘WHAT MAY. WHAT’ Roger raised his voice impatiently. ‘Well Rog you never tell your girl what she can and can’t wear. It sets them off. I bet she’s gonna make you go without sex now for a week. Or even a month.’ Brian went on to do a fake gasp. You could see the look on Roger’s face go from worried to pissed as he seemed to suddenly notice something. John saw his fists ball up and he raised an eyebrow as he followed his eyes to where Roger was looking. John’s jaw dropped when he saw what Roger was looking at. You were dancing with the man who had caught you early, grinding against him and letting him touch you anywhere he wanted. You secretly hoped Roger would see you, teaching him not to boss you around.

Brian turned his head as his eyes widened. ‘Oh fuck Rog’ Brian spluttered out, half laughing half feeling bad. ‘I swear to god I’m going to murder that man’ Roger said, removing his sunglasses, and balling up his fists so hard his knuckles had turned white. And then, the finale. The man kissed you. That was it for Roger. ‘Rog she’s probably just teasing don’t do something you’ll regre... ROGER’ Freddie called after him as he stood up and made his way to you.

You felt a tall presence behind you, but were too drunk to realize that amazing, woody smell was Roger as you kept kissing the stranger. Suddenly, you felt 2 hands pull you if the man and next moment the man was on the floor, clutching his bleeding nose and moaning from pain. Before you could turn around, you were lifting over someone’s shoulder and quickly taken upstairs as you giggled, head spinning.

It wasn’t until Roger threw you on a bed in the first bedroom he had found and locked the door that you realised it was him. ‘you kissed another man?!’ Roger said, weirdly quiet. ‘Maybeee’ you slurred, slowly dragging your hand up your thigh, lifting up the dress. ‘Jealous?’

Roger bit his lip and crawled on top of you, pinning your arms either side of you so you coudn’t move. ‘Now princess, you don’t do that. You can’t go around kissing whoever you like. So I’m going to have to punish you now so you will never do that again’ he whispered into your ear. ‘But I thought this dress was asking for it’ you whispered looking at his hair. He took hold of your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. ‘We will see you is asking for it when I’m done with you’ he said before his lips crashed into yours.

He began to undress you and kiss you everywhere except where you needed it the most. You whined as his legs skimmed your pussy, but he continued to kiss wherever he felt like it, placing your hand on his hard cock and groaning as you stoked him up and down. ‘Please Roger. Make me feel good’ you mumbled, biting down on his shoulder as he kissed your neck, but just below your sweet spot. ‘Oh, so now you want me to make you feel good?’ he asked biting your thighs aggressively, leaving marks. ‘Just like you were making that man feel good?’ He questioned. ‘Well baby, that’s not how it works. You want to make me jealous? Fine. But now you won’t get to cum until I let you, and that may be after I edge you until you are a whining little mess. So shut that pretty mouth on my cock so you can actually do something useful with it’. Your eyes widened in suprise, not expecting him to be this harsh. You were only trying to make him feel bad for trying to tell you what to wear. Well shit...

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[sixtyeightdays]

The Queen

She is not playing dolls. She is stalking the halls; living off thrill of the kill. Marinette can smell fear.

this mini speech drabble is inspired by HBIC by @unmaskedagain and The Pigtails Are Off by @para-dox-normal

WARNING: MILD VIOLENCE , SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC

Marinette left the class, after depositing ribbons into the hands of a few of her classmates.

Alya turned to face Nino, whose hat was still drawn down, covering the upper part of his face. 

‘What was that all about?’ She demanded. Nino sunk lower into his seat, casting a look towards Chloe, who huffed and stood up.

‘You all made a huge enemy today,’ she began.

Alix scoffed. ‘We’ve dealt with you a lot, we aren’t scared of you.’

This time, Sabrina spoke up, which clearly shocked the rest of the class who thought she was a spineless servant of Chloe’s.

There was a glint in her green eyes that wasn’t there earlier, making a shiver run down the class’ spines.

‘Oh, who said anything about Chloe?’

Now it was Juleka who spoke up, looking away from Rose who was grasping at her arm for answers.

‘You have no idea what kind of protection you just threw away.’

Ivan, fed up, slammed his fist into the table. ‘What the HELL are you guys even talking about?’

Nino looked up and smirked, which shocked Alya and made her take a step back, after noticing the sinister glint in his eyes.

‘You all are... new here. You don’t know how the Queen works.’

Kim stood up from his desk proudly, puffing his chest out. ‘I’ve been in this class one of the longest! 3 years!’

Nathaniel looked to him like he was stupid before shaking his head.

‘No. We have. I’ve been here 6 years, Chloe 5, Sabrina, 6, Juleka 5 and Marinette? 8.’ 

Juleka, Nino, Chloe and Sabina all spoke up in an oddly monotonous voice, walking towards the front of the class.

‘She is not playing dolls. She is stalking the halls; living off thrill of the kill. Marinette can smell fear.’

The class broke out into laughter. ‘Marinette? What can she do?’ Alya wiped a tear from her eye.

The others stared at her coolly and waited for them to stop laughing. Chloe stepped forwards and smiled.

The class was taken aback.

‘I don’t like any of you, so let me make this clear. Watch your back when you get to school tomorrow. Like Juleka said, you have no idea what kind of protection you just threw away. Marinette has been protecting you guys for ages, since the first minute you stepped into this school.’

‘Just because we don’t like you, doesn’t mean we’re evil enough to leave you..without a warning.’ Juleka smiled, cold flashing over her features.

‘I may be dumb, stupid, even. But I’m not that dumb to get on the wrong side of the Queen.’ Sabrina laughed.

Nathaniel made his way to the front before stepping next to Nino and in unison, they said;

‘Good luck. You’re going to need it.’

-

When Marinette reached home, she immediately shrugged off her regular grey jacket before digging into the closet to the item she had left behind for 3 years.

She reached to the black box sitting innocently at the back of her closet and pulled it out.

She opened it and unfolded the outfit that was inside, looking at it with a evil smile on her face.

Inside, there was black combat boots with silver studs, a black leather jacket with light pink and grey highlights and dark blue ripped jeans.

Marinette grabbed the clothes out and spent the night altering her old clothes, making it bigger and adding a small pocket in her jacket for Tikki to comfortably sit in.

The kwami knew of Marinette’s past of course, it was one of the first things the bluenette had confessed to the kwami about. Tikki was supportive of the old Marinette surfacing again. She was irritated by the way her class treatedher chosen, and wanted it to be over once and for all.

That hatchet was long forgotten, although the way Marinette ruled the school went unnoticed by the imbeciles in her class.

Marinette was--still is-- the Queen of her school. When she arrived in the beginning, she was not to be taken lightly and she earned her place at the top of the food chain.

There had aways been some sort of invisible barrier between the other students and Mlle. Bustier’s class. No one could get in, mainly due to Marinette’s influence.

Everyone in the school apart form that class knew about the Queen who sat in the sidelines. Marinette had some sort of protection over that class and if anything happened to them, you’d had to answer to her.

This made many of the students stay away, although they still made friends with the class.

-

The next morning, Marinette was early. Surprising, I know. But she knew her class always sat together in the courtyard until everyone arrived, and 15 minutes before school started, they would head up to the classroom.

If anything, Marinette felt rather relieved at not having to hide her status anymore. Word had spread, and there was whispering everywhere, glances at Mlle. Bustier’s table, who didn’t notice.

Alya heard many people whispering around her. 

‘I must say, I’ll be happy to see the Queen in action again. It was a golden era.’

‘I know right! I feel sorry for the poor people who invoked the wrath of the Queen though.’

The doors slammed open, ad a tall shadowy figure strutted in as if she owned the place. Lila regarded her carefully.

Once the shadowy figure took enough steps forward, she stopped. Light illuminating her features to reveal Marinette.

Gone was the happy go lucky expression on her face, replaced with a steely determination with no trace of her usual smile. 

Her hair, free from her signature pigtails, flowed freely down her back, wild, as if she just came back from the club with her boyfriend.

She wore her leather jacket and ripped jeans. She wasn’t even wearing a shirt, opting for a black sports bra. She zipped her jacket up till the bottom of her bra, before letting the sleeves of the jacket fall back on her shoulders.

She was wearing black pumps, almost 6 inches tall, which made the class’ jaws drop. Clumsy Marinette wearing heels? That almost spelled disaster.

The class could’ve sworn the temperature dropped as soon as she looked in their direction. A cold smile graced her lips, which were stained a blood red.

She lifted her right arm slowly, all the while still smirking at the class.

Everyone in the courtyard slowly raised their wrists, Nino and the others included. With sick dread pooling in their stomachs, the class noted with fear that everybody except them were wearing a red hair ribbon on their wrists.

They never took it off. Kim remembered asking Ondine why she wore it, even while swimming. She had looked to him before changing the subject hastily.

Alix recalled her brother, Jali, wearing one on his wrist, before Alix had gone to school at Francois Dupont.

Marinette walked slowly towards their class, swaying her hips with the aura of cool confidence surrounding her. Lila stuck out her foot to trip Marinette, who noticed and gave Lila a smile, before stepping directly on Lila’s toes, crushing it with her heel. 

Marinette grinded her heel into Lila’s foot, and she could barely keep herself from yelling. Soon, she did and the class turned on Marinette, screaming profanities at her. 

Lila’s toes were now bent in ways that shouldn’t have been possible, a sickening purple color. Surprisingly, no blood was exiting the toes, and Marinette internally rolled her eyes at how careless the class thought she was.

She whispered to Lila, although the whole courtyard heard.

‘You wanna fake an injury, Lila? I’ll give you an injury.’

Alya snarled and tried to slap Marinette.

‘What is wrong with you, you bitch!’ Her hand swung out, intending to meet Marinette’s face. And though no one blinked, Marinette’s hand caught Alya’s. Her fingers wrapped around Alya’s wrist almost seductively, before she smiled.

The smile reminded of the class of the old times, when Marinette used to have fun with the class, laughing her heart out when Kim snorted milk out of his nose.

That was how the class knew Marinette enjoyed breaking Alya’s wrist.

The bluenette squeezed Alya’s wrist with surprising strength, causing Alya to let go of the phone clenched in her hand, letting it fall to the floor, where Alya’s wallpaper glowed for a soft moment, showing Alya, with an arm wrapped around Marinette, before the bluenette stepped on the phone like she did with Lila, causing the screen to shatter and Alya to call out in anguish.

That call turned into a scream as the class watched Marinette mercilessly twist Alya’s wrist, breaking it with one resonating snap.

Marinette let go and watched amusedly as Alya flailed around, grasping her broken wrist in her fine one.

Marinette watched it all with a smile on her face, an exact replica of the happy, warm smile she gave when she hung out with her friends.

The class looked around and realised that none of the students around them looked the least bit shocked when the situation was occurring.

Adrien let out a quick breath. This was what Chloe meant by Queen.

And as Marinette turned to fix her cold eyes on the class, they knew they was done for.

-

Sabrina watched from afar with Chloe, smiling sickeningly as everyone in the class took their turn to get something of theirs broken.

Marinette saved Adrien for last. He smiled charmingly at Marinette, inching backwards, trying to use the fact that she had a crush on him in his favor. As Marinette paused, he exhaled quickly, thinking it was over.

Marinette took a step back. If she were to hurt Adrien, his father would most certainly murder her and Marinette wasn’t willing to waste more time on the blonde model than she already had.

Until Adrien called out.

‘Mari this isn’t you! Come bACK TO US!’

The courtyard swiveled their heads to look at the boy and no one flinched as her heel found his stomach.

There was a smile on Marinette’s face even after Adrien lost consciousness. 

its kind of a bad ending but i couldnt think of how to end it with and im sorry bc its kind of violent but i think this is okay for now

[kpop---writings]

Playboy Prince 3

Prince Im Jaebum.

Part 3.

“Welcome back, Prince Im Jaebum,” The butler does a 90 degree bow, “Hello, Princess Y/N.” He turns his attention to you, bowing again.

You nod your head with a smile.

“I’ll take your bags.”

He reaches for Prince Jaebum and while reaching for yours, he gives Jaebum a questioning look.

“You can take her bags to my room as well,” Jaebum already knew what he was thinking

As the butler walks off with both of your bags, Jaebum begins walking further into the castle. You right on his tail.

His castle was very much different from yours. Your parents loved the white marble and classy look. Almost everything in your castle was white, white marble, or some other shade close to white allowing for a slight contrast. With the occasional bright colored piece of decor.

But the Ims’ castle. It was very rich with gold details everywhere and darker shades. Completely opposite what you were used to. Not that you were complaining, it was nice to see something different. It made you feel like you didn’t need to be so cautious about leaving any kind of dirt behind. 

You hadn’t noticed Prince Jaebum had stopped walking and began to watch you admire his castle. 

“Not what you’re used to, Princess?”

His voice catches you off guard and you quickly look over to him.

“No.” You reply, walking towards where he’s standing, next to a large exotic painting of some animal. “It is very beautiful, though. I can see myself living here.” You give him a wink.

He smirks, “Wait until you see my room.”

---

Prince Jaebum gives a pretty intricate tour of the castle, showing you even the secret passage ways. You’re so in awe the whole time. Their castle gives of a completely different energy than what you’re used to, but you absolutely love it. The dark flooring and walls with gold detail was so captivating to you.

Jaebum, again, watches you closely. Taking advantage of you being completely distracted by his home to look at you. Specifically your lips.

As you’re looking around at everything, you catch his stare.

“What?” You ask confused, “Is there something on my face?” You began feeling all over your face.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, “No, you just look like a kid in a candy store. Have never seen any castle other than your own?”

“I mean I have, but most of the time they all have the same interior.” You look back at some of the paintings in the hallway you’re standing in, “Definitely not covered with such unique art.”

“And what’s with the kid thing again?” You ask.

Prince Jaebum shakes his head, “Just waiting on you to prove otherwise, Princess.”

---

“Come on. Time for the best part.” He grabs your arm and takes you up the stairs and down a long hallway until you reach a set of tall double doors, black and gold of course.

He pushes them open and steps aside for you to walk in first.

The first thing you notice is the big king sized bed in the middle of the room, with dark red bedding and a sheer, black canopy draping off the top from every side of the frame. You briefly wonder how many women he’s fucked on there.

Jaebum walks past you to the middle of the room and spreads his arms out, “So this is our room, what do you think?” With an extra emphasis on the word “our.”

On the outside you give him an annoyed look and roll your eyes, but on the inside, you’re actually screaming. That’s cute.

“It’s cute, actually. The bed, especially, seems cozy.”

He tilts his head to the side, “So the bed is what caught your attention, huh?”

“Because I like to sleep, Prince Jaebum.” 

You hear him sigh, dramatically.

“I know what you’re doing, you know.” He says, as you walk around the room, touching and looking at everything. 

You don’t look at him as a smile creeps on your face, “And what is it I’m doing?”

“You know. That thing where you keep saying things that could have a double meaning.” You turn to look at him and see he’s sitting at the end of the bed now. “What are you up to, Princess?”

He looks absolutely delicious right now. He’s seated so beautifully at the end of the bed, legs parted, and leaning back onto his hands. You imagine how he would react if you just got down on your knees in front of him right now. You subconsciously lick your lips, a little too slow.

“Hello! Princess!” He starts waving his hands around, “What are you thinking about?” He’s smirking now.

You ignore him and continuing looking around at everything. 

He lets you look around a little bit, allowing you to get a little more comfortable with your new home.

“Why don’t you come over here with me,” he’s lying down now, eyes on you.

You slowly walk towards the side of the bed he’s laying on and he scoots over and pats the bed next to him, signaling for you to lie down.

Okay. Laying next to him won’t cause any harm. Right?

---

You two lay in silence for a while, you momentarily forget about all the teasing and banter you two normally do. It’s nice actually. You guys are actually cuddling right now. His arm wrapped over you while you rest on his other.

Jaebum feels different with you. He’s never allowed any girl in his room, let alone his bed. He never cuddled any of the other princesses he fucked, he felt like that involved too much emotion and would complicate things. This, though, with you was very relaxing.

The sound of you speaking breaks the comfortable silence.

“Prince Jaebum ca-”

“You can just call me Jaebum, Princess.”

“Jaebum,” saying just his name feels nice. Like he trusts you.

 “Can I ask you a question and get a very honest answer?”

Jaebum just knows it’s about the rumors. Of course he’ll be honest with you, you’re about to marry him, so what’s the point in lying about it anymore?

“Princess, any question you have I will answer honestly. I have no reason to lie to you, we’re about to be married.” He responds

That makes you smile. You also think maybe it’s just because there’s nothing you could really do about whatever the answer is except just knowing about it from him himself.

“I want to know how many women you’ve fucked.”

 You lean up on your arm, facing him. 

“You want the absolute truth?”

“That’s what I said.”

“I’ve only been with four, one of them isn’t even a princess.”

You sit up fully now. Is he lying to you right now?

“You’re lying. You just told me you were going to be honest.”

“I also told you I have no reason to lie.”

He sits up too, so you’re now sitting across from each other.

“I slept with Princess Sooyoung , you know, the princess of all princesses. She wasn’t a good fuck so I never asked to see her again, which she did not take well. Apparently she thought us fucking meant I wanted her to be my queen, so with the help of her friends, they all spread the rumor about me.”

You can see the sadness in his eyes. He always seemed like he was proud to have such a reputation, but watching him tell the story you can see it actually did bother him, there was just nothing he could do about it and he knew it.

You reach up to rub his arm, in a comforting way. 

“Hey. I believe you, Jaebum.”

He looks up at you with longing eyes. He looks at your lips briefly and then back to your eyes.

You want to kiss him. So bad.

Lucky for you, he leans in first.

His soft lips against yours feels like heaven. You feel like you’re in a dream, getting lost in the motion of your lips moving in sync with his.

You feel his hand touch your thigh and you tense. He notices.

He quickly pulls his hand away and pulls away from the kiss. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I just-

“Jaebum,” You cut him off. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

You move closer to him and grab his hand to put back on your thigh, a little bit higher than where he put it. You lean in to kiss him, this time going lower.

You slowly give him an open mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking on the skin as you pull away and go back up to his lips.

Jaebum could feel himself growing in his pants at the way you just kissed his neck.  He moves his hand up your body from your thigh to your waist and pulls you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. He makes sure to push his hard on into you so you know exactly how you’re making him feel right now.

The feeling of his dick lightly rubbing against your clit is making you unbelievably wet. You just want him inside you already filling you completely, you can just tell it’s incredibly thick.

Just as you start grinding down even harder against him, the phone rings. You look over and see it’s his mom calling. 

“Jae- Jaebum,” you breathe out, “It’s your mom, you need to answer it.”

He groans and throws his head back in frustration reaching for his phone.

You stay seated on top of him as he speaks to her. He looks really good under you, his lips plump, face red from the heated moment, and hair a little disheveled from running your hands through it.

After about 10 minutes you realize the conversation isn’t ending soon and you’re starting to feel awkward just sitting here and staring at him. You decide to go shower away the day of travel and the arousal that soaked your panties. It was beginning to get uncomfortable.

You move to get up and Jaebum grabs your leg and gives you a questioning look. You mouth ‘shower’ as you continue to get up. 

He looks sad almost.

---

You strip out of your clothes and step into the hot water. You hum in content. This feels really nice. 

Your mind starts to wander back to what was about to happen and you get that feeling in your stomach again. You close your eyes, lean your head back letting the water hit you, and slide your fingers down your chest all the way to where you needed it most. You can just picture what his dick looks like and you remember how it felt against you.

You let out a sigh as you rub your clit to the thought of Jaebum.

You don’t even hear his footsteps as walks in the very spacious shower behind you.

“Are you starting without me, Princess?”

[hopelikethemoon]

I Do (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: I Do  Rating: Explicit  Length: 4100 Warnings: So much fluff and also smut (missionary and vaguely tantric)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set May 22nd 1998.  Summary: Reader and Javier make a big decision. 

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Javier’s breath tickled the back of your neck as he sighed quietly, still somewhere in between being awake and asleep. He had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his fingers playing idly against your skin. You looked down at it as you trailed your fingertips over the length of his arm. Your eyes lit upon the ring on his finger. 

He had worn it every day since you bought it for him for Christmas — save for the week it was getting engraved with Sofía’s birthday. Marriage had never really been a topic you wanted to discuss. Thankfully, Javier wasn’t chomping at the bit to get married, despite the fact that everyone brought it up. 

The entire principle of marriage had been ruined for you, as a child. How many times had your mother been married, just to get a steady fix? Who needed a piece of paper or a stupid ceremony to make a relationship real?

You still remembered the way Lance has hedged the topic. The panic you felt about being tied down — about giving up some part of yourself. With Javier you had everything you never knew you needed. 

You had the house, the kids, the dog. A picture perfect life that actually was perfect. 

“What if we got married?” You blurted out, the words escaping you before they had even fully registered with you. Or maybe they had. 

“Yeah?” Javier questioned, pressing his lips to the curve of your shoulder. “Alright.”

Your brows furrowed together at his entirely nonchalant answer. “Really?” You questioned, laughing as you rolled over, draping a leg over his as you rested against his chest. “Did you hear what I said?”

He shrugged, rubbing his hand down the length of your back. “I did.” Javier’s lips curved upwards at the corners. “I couldn’t tell if you were being serious.”

“The courthouse was really lovely,” You admitted, running your foot over the side of his leg as you searched his eyes. “I don’t know… I’ve been thinking about that couple that was taking photos in front of the courthouse yesterday.”

“I thought you hated marriage.”

“Nothing would change. I’m still me and you’re still you…” You bit down on your bottom lip. “I wouldn’t want anyone to know.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek and nodded slowly, “We could finally file joint taxes.” He chuckled, running his hand along your back. “I don’t need a marriage certificate to legitimize this, baby. If that’s what you’re thinking—”

“Neither do I.” You cupped his jaw, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “But what if we did it? Just you and me and whoever they have for a witness.”

A smile spread over his lips as he held your gaze, “Let’s do it.” 

You leaned down to press a kiss to his chest, nuzzling your nose against his skin before you lifted your eyes to meet his again. “I think after everything we’ve been through, we deserve it. Don’t we? Something that’s just ours. No one else involved.”

“Connie and Steve would lose their collective shit.” Javier snorted softly, sliding his hand down your spine. “You really wanna get married, baby?”

Marriage had never really been something that you wanted. It was fine for others, but not for you. And yet, if you were going to get married — it was going to be Javier. Of course it would be Javier. After six years with him, you knew without a doubt that he was it for you. 

You reached behind you to catch his left hand, bringing it around to your face. “I really do.” You pressed your lips to his knuckle just above the ring he wore, your thumb smoothing over the skin beneath it. “Let’s get married.”

Javier stared at you with an almost unreadable expression. For the most part you could usually tell what was going through his mind, but sometimes he caught you by surprise. He brushed his thumb over your lips, fingers featherlight as he trailed them over your cheekbone and jaw. “Hey baby?” 

“Yeah?” You questioned, shifting further up his chest until your nose brushed against his, your lips hovering just above his. 

“Will you marry me?” 

You bit down on your bottom lip, barely controlling your laughter as you nodded your head quickly. “Yes.” You played your fingers through his hair as you surged forward to kiss him. His mouth slanted over yours, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip before slipping into your both to meet yours. 

Javier carefully rolled both of you over, his knee pressed in between your thighs as he draped himself atop you. He kept one hand braced against the bed beside your shoulder, while his other hand skimmed down your side, before coming up to grasp at your breast. 

You curled your fingers around the back of his neck as you pulled back from the kiss, sinking against the mattress beneath him. “Isn’t there some bullshit about not seeing the bride before the wedding?” You teased, tugging sharply at his hair as Javier scraped his fingernail over your nipple, making need pool between your thighs. As if you weren’t already turned on. One look and he could have you aching for him. 

“I prefer the idea of thoroughly fucking the bride before the wedding.” Javier retorted, lowering his head to brush a line of kisses along your collarbone. He pulled back and met your eyes, “Never thought I’d be so at ease with the idea of getting hitched.” 

A grin spread over your lips as you combed your fingers through his hair as you looked up at him. “Me too.” You admitted, “I think it’s because it’s just for us. There’s no pressure, no expectations, no one to please but ourselves.” You leaned up and kissed his chin, “It’s just you and me.” 

“How many anniversaries are we gonna have now?” He teased, stealing a kiss as he slid his knee up further between your thighs. Javier’s free hand moved downwards to grab at your hip as you rolled your hips, dragging your cunt against his knee — desperate for friction. You could feel his cock hardening against the top of your thigh, pre-come smearing against your skin. 

“I don’t even know what the date is,” You told him with a breathless laugh, turning your head to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “It’s May 22nd.”

“Sounds like a good day to get married,” Javier said lightly as he cupped your cheek, leaning back down to kiss you. His hand wandered from your face, moving downwards to grasp your breast again, his thumb circling the pebbled peak there.

He rocked forward, grinding his knee against you with just enough pressure that you moaned into his mouth. You ran your hand down his back, grabbing at his ass to pull him towards you. 

Javier pulled back, hooking his arms beneath your thighs as he repositioned himself between your legs, wrapping them around his hips. He leaned back over you, his cock heavy against your sensitive folds. 

You grabbed at the back of his head, kissing him needily as you moved against him, savoring the slow build of pleasure at your core, heat blossoming through your lower belly.

He reached down between you, guiding his cock to your center, letting just the head of him press against your entrance. His thumb grazed your clit, your body clenching around almost nothing, teasing just the tip of him. 

“Javi,” You breathed out, grabbing at either side of his face. “Don’t tease me.” You begged, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him again. 

Your moan was swallowed up by his kiss as he rolled his hips and sank into you. Your body fluttered around him, the precursor of a release that wasn’t quite ready to wash through you. You curled your fingers around the back of his neck, fingers toying with the hair at the nape there. 

Javier braced himself with one hand on the bed beside you, his other hand cupping your cheek as he drew back from the kiss. His dark eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he started slowly thrusting into you. You leaned up, your lips grazing against his, his breath dancing over your lips as he exhaled and you drew in a shaky breath. 

“I love you,” You whispered, dragging your fingers through his hair with one hand, while your other skimmed down his side trailing your touch of his hip and back up again. You just wanted to touch him everywhere you could reach. 

His nose brushed against yours, his eyes still holding your gaze as he whispered in return, “I love you too, baby.” 

You curled your arm around him, trailing your hand down his spine as you kept your eyes locked on his. There was something so intimate about holding his gaze as he moved within you, so perfectly in-sync with each other that you both drew in a breath and exhaled together.

“You feel so good,” You murmured, lashes fluttering as you tilted your head and brushed your lips over his. Javier cupped your cheek tenderly as he kissed you in return. There was no haste in his movements as you both just savored kissing, touching, and moving together. 

This was the man you were going to marry. You didn’t need to get married to know that every part of your heart belonged with his, but you wanted something that was just for the two of you. A private moment, that belonged to only you and Javier. It seemed fitting, given all the shit you’d both gone through these past few months — having your lives printed on the front page of the newspaper for all the world to see. 

Maybe one day you’d tell the girls, maybe one day you’d tell Steve and Connie… but not any day soon. For now it was your secret. 

Javier dragged his teeth gently over your bottom lip, causing a soft moan to escape you. He caught your hand in his, pinning it back against the mattress beside your head. “Are you going to come for me, baby?” He questioned, kissing you again.

You rolled your hips beneath him, wrapping a leg around his hips, trying to keep him close to you. “I’m close you,” You whispered, trailing the fingers of your free hand along the column of his throat. “So close.” 

He grabbed at your hip, holding you tight as he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. You arched your back, your inner walls starting to clench around his cock — the first flutters of your release. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.” 

Javier shifted the angle of his thrusts and something about the new angle was exactly what you needed. You cried out his name, your fingers clenching around his own as you came apart on his cock. His pace faltered and you knew he was right behind you. 

You surged up and caught his lips, kissing him to silence the sounds rising up in the back of your throat. He came seconds later, his cock throbbing within your cunt as he spilled inside you.

His grip loosened on your hand and you slid your fingers out of his grasp, wrapping both arms around his body as he sank against you, his weight pressing you into the mattress beneath you. You felt entirely enveloped in him — his softening cock still buried within you, an arm snaked beneath you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

Marrying him might just be the best decision you ever made. 

 ————

 “Baby, sleeves down or rolled up?” Javier questioned as he fiddled with the buttons at the cuff of his shirt. He had one sleeve rolled up to his elbow, while the other was buttoned at his wrist. You pursed your lips as your eyes raked over him. It wasn’t like either of you had packed with the expectation that you’d get married. That would’ve never crossed your mind. 

“Up.” You answered with an approving nod as he rolled the other sleeve up. He looked good. His white linen shirt rolled up at his elbows, three buttons undone, and tucked into a pair of dark denim pants. The only thing white that you owned was a light shirt you’d brought and a cover-up for your swimsuit. 

The dress you’d chosen from your suitcase was a flowy red maxi dress with white flowers. Somehow it seemed fitting to wear red on your wedding day. Wedding day. That was still an insane concept to consider. You had never considered what your wedding day would look like. 

Most little girls dreamed of getting married, but you had never been one of them. Even still it wasn’t so much about the wedding as it was having something that was just between the two of you. And the tax break — that would be nice next year. 

A clerk stepped out into the hallway where you and Javier were waiting to meet with the judge who was free to perform the ceremony. “He’s just finishing up with his lunch and he’ll be ready to see the two of you.” She offered, before vanishing back into her office. 

“Are we gonna do vows?” Javier questioned as he paced in front of you. “I haven’t even put any thought into vows.” He raked his fingers through his hair, “And I don’t want any of that bullshit that’s usually in vows. I don’t need you vowing to fucking obey me.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip to stifle a laugh, “Babe, are you nervous?” 

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, staring at you as he gave a stiff nod. “A bit.” 

“I couldn’t tell,” You remarked dryly, gesturing to the floor. “You’ve only worn a hole into the floor with your pacing.” You patted the bench beside you. “This is supposed to be stress free, Javi.” 

“I’m not stressed,” Javier asserted as he sank down onto the bench beside you, reaching for your hand. “I just wanna do this right.” He interlaced his fingers with yours. “I don’t want either of us to regret this.” 

You shook your head slowly as you gave his hand three short squeezes, “Javi, we’ve already lived a dozen lifetimes in these ten-ish years that we’ve been in each other’s lives. I cannot picture my life without you.” You leaned towards him, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me. Permanently.” 

Javier kissed the top of your head, “There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with.” 

“Not even Steve?” You teased, tilting your head to rest your chin on his shoulder. “You promise you’re not going to tell him?”

“I kept a whole baby secret from him,” He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. “I can keep this secret.” 

“Javi?” You questioned softly. 

“Hmm?” 

“You’ve always wanted to marry me, haven’t you?”

He shrugged, “A little, yeah.” 

You smiled adoringly at him, reaching up to brush your fingers through the hair that fell against his forehead. “Thank you for never trying to pressure me.” 

“It was never a deal breaker.” Javier admitted, “I just know I want to be with you.” He brought your hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle. 

“I kinda got that vibe at Danny’s wedding.” You told him, chewing on your bottom lip. “The way you asked me if that was what I wanted… like you were picturing our first dance or something.”

He nodded his head slowly, “I might not seem like it, but I’m old fashion at my core.” 

“I know you are Tex,” You taunted, kissing his cheek. “You’ve never pushed me to be someone I’m not and that is why I want to marry you, Javier.” 

Javier’s lips drew upwards into a smile, “I love you.” 

You tilted your head and kissed him, “Those are the only vows I need.” 

The clerk stepped back out into the hallway, “He’s ready to see both of you. Do you have your license?” 

“Yes!” You rose to your feet and passed her the license you’d received just a few hours ago and both of your passports. Javier kept a hand at the small of your back as he walked with you as she led you into the judge’s office. 

“This is the Honorable R. C. Johnson,” The woman explained to you as the older gentleman sitting behind the desk. 

“Welcome, welcome,” He ushered you in and gestured to the seats across from his desk. “Please, sit. I apologize for the delay.” 

“This was all very last minute,” You offered with a quiet laugh. “We were fine with waiting.” You looked towards Javier then, your heart doing somersaults when you met his gaze. He’d always looked at you like that and it never failed to make you weak in the knees. 

The judge unfolded a pair of reading glasses and perched them on the edge of his nose as he looked over your marriage license, “I see you’re both from Florida.” 

Javier rubbed at the back of his neck, “We’ve been living there for four years.” 

“Are you on vacation?”

You nodded, “We decided to get married this morning.” You reached over and took Javier’s hand into yours. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“Well, in that case I suppose I shouldn’t make the two of you wait,” The judge remarked, clasping his hands together as he looked between the two of you. “Susan here will serve as witness,” He gestured towards the woman who had helped the pair of you. “I tend to perform a rather basic ceremony — all we need is a pair of “I do’s” for things to be legalized.” He explained, “Do you have vows?”

“We’ve always been pretty good at winging things.” You remarked with a short laugh. “Neither of us is particularly religious.” 

“And none of the obeying bullshit.” Javier asserted, rocking his jaw stiffly as he stared at the judge. 

“Easy enough,” He nodded. “Do you have rings?” 

You and Javier exchanged a look. “Not quite,” You explained, removing the silver bracelet you wore on your left wrist and sitting it on the desk in front of you. Javier did the same with his ring, sitting it beside your bracelet. “Will these do?”

“You two certainly are unconventional, aren’t you?” Judge Johnson remarked with a hearty chuckle, “They’ll do. It’s all about the vows, anyways.” He waved his hand as you rose to his feet. “Let’s get to it, shall we?”

Javier kept your hand tight in his grasp as you both rose to your feet, turning to face each other. “You ready to do this, baby?”

You nodded, beaming at him. “Never thought I would be, but I am.”  

“Whenever you’re ready,” The judge interrupted, “You’re welcome to say whatever vows you’d like to make to one another. Then we’ll proceed on with the necessities and get you on your way.” 

“Oh.” You bit down on your bottom lip. It was like all at once you couldn’t think of a single sensible thing to say in lieu of vows. “You go first.” You squeezed his hand.

Javier laughed nervously, “Shit. Alright.” He scratched at his jaw with his free hand, brows furrowed. “I think… I think I always knew you were the one for me,” He started as he met your gaze. “Your damn fuck you cactus. You called it a sequoia and I just…” He shook his head slowly. 

“Baby, it’s always been you.” Javier’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “And I wish I’d realized that sooner. Could’ve spared us a hell of a lot of heartache and misunderstandings… But we wouldn’t have three beautiful daughters if things had turned out differently. Who knows what the future might hold for us, but I know you’ll be by my side and that makes the unknown worth it all.” 

“Javi, you’re going to make me cry.” You scolded him lightly, wiping a stray tear off your cheek. “I don’t know how to follow up on that.” You shook your head. “You know everything about my childhood, you know everything about me. I never pictured myself as a mother or a partner, I never imagined myself having a house and a dog in Miami. But somehow you came into my life and made me want impossible things. I’ve loved you for so long, Javi.” You blinked as you felt fresh tears starting to spill from your eyes. “There’s no one else I’d rather stay up with watching telenovelas until four in the morning on a work night.” 

Javier chuckled, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. 

“You’re a good man, Javier.” You said with a quiet sniffle. “And I promise to take all of our secrets to the grave.” 

He snorted, “Only you would bring that up in wedding vows.” 

You grinned at him, “All I know is that I love you. I always have and I always will.” 

Judge Johnson cleared his throat, “If you’d like to take the ring.” 

You picked the ring up off the desk, holding on to Javier’s hand. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I know, baby.” 

“Do you take this man to be your husband?” 

Oh shit. It was happening. 

You held Javier’s gaze as you answered simply, “I do.” 

“You may now place the ring on his finger.” 

Javier reached out and wiped a tear away as it slid down your cheek. “I love you, baby.” 

“I love you too.” You whispered as you placed the ring on his finger. “God, I still remember when you wanted this ring and swore you didn’t want to get married.” You teased with a grin. “Like I’ve said before, you’re a terrible liar.” 

He shrugged a shoulder. “You’re the one who proposed marriage.” 

“Touché.” 

“If you would like to take the ring — er,  bracelet.”

“We can never do things the normal way,” Javier remarked as he picked up the bracelet. “Think we can slip today’s date onto these?” He questioned, giving your hand three little squeezes as he met your hands.

“We might.” 

“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”

“I do.” Javier answered without hesitation, “I’d take whatever she was willing to give me.” 

“Stop.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“You may now place the bracelet on her wrist.” 

Javier slid it on your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss just below the band. “We should’ve had him declare us partners for life.” He quipped, ever part of his features lit up with the grin that seemed permanently affixed to his lips. 

“By the authority vested in me by the State of California, I pronounce you to each other, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Holy shit. You were married. 

You stepped towards him, draping your arms over his shoulder. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, baby.” Javier breathed out, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Your hand curled around the back of his head, fingers playing through his hair. 

Susan and the judge both clapped for you. “I’ve officiated my fair share of off-beat weddings, but I have never officiated one quite like the two of you,” He chuckled. “I have many questions about what a ‘fuck you’ cactus is.”

You snorted as you turned towards the judge, “I had this cactus that had the perfect middle finger growth on it.” You explained. “So I’d flip him off with it.”

“All the time.” 

“Well, I wish you both all the joy and happiness that comes with marriage.” He offered with a polite smile, “My wife and I just recently celebrated our thirtieth year of marriage and I have never regretted a day.” He sat back down in his seat, signing off on your license before passing it to you. “You’ll have to file this with the courthouse and have a copy sent to your mailing address.” 

“Thank you,” You looked down at the license  — the ink still drying on the page. 

Susan saw the pair of you out of the judge’s office, offering to take a picture of the two of you in front of the grand staircase at the center of the building. The best part of the picture was that no part of it screamed ‘just married’. You looked like a couple on vacation who had found a nice spot to take a picture. 

You had already decided it would go in a frame and hang somewhere in the house. Maybe in the family room on the wall by the TV — the day you got married sitting in full sight for everyone to see. 

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣!𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 ~

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: SMUT! sub!felix x gn!reader. Pillowhumping, panty sniffing, exhibitionism?? (getting caught alright?), masturbation (m), orgasm (m), cum, dumbification, hickies, mommy/daddy kink, sliiight humiliation, sliiight fear kink. 

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,6 k (oops...me intending on the series being drabbles)

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: clothes don’t have gender and so that is why this is gn!reader.

also sorry for everyone that wants to see felix as pure. we dont do pure in this household AKSHASJKASH

Felix looked up at the clock in boredom. 

“20 minutes left” 

He mumbled under his breath, impatiently shaking his leg as he zapped through multiple TV channels, trying to find something to pass time and distract from his ever growing that created a tent inbetween his legs. The minutes on the clock ticked unsufferably as his erection became harder to ignore. His hand trailed down his abdomen eventually landing on his bulge as he palmed himself through the rough fabric of his black jeans. Felix knew you’d be mad but his desire for release was stronger than his pride leading him to turn off the TV and sneaking into the bedroom. 

The room was a mess. Disorganised piles of papers and mugs that had been left in the window sill were crowding up the cozy room. With not a care in the world he stripped himself off his pants and underwear, pulling them down swiftly, causing his dick to spring free from their clothed prison. The pretty pink tip beaded with precum as veins cascaded down his length, the cold air brushing up against it causing shivers down Felix’s spine.  

He layed down in the unmade bed, shuffling under the covers as he took one of the many pillows that decorated the bed and straddled it, putting the soft fabric against his already twitching dick as he covered himself with the duvet. His sweet release waited for him but before he could begin humping the pillow like the dirty puppy he was Felix noticed something hanging off the side of the bed. He stretched his arm out to grab the piece of fabric, his gentle eyes widening upon realizing what he held in his grasp;

A pair of light pink lace panties.

He let out a questionable scoff, laughing at your disorganized self that happened to leave stuff everywhere, almost as if you made a trail with your belongings. Funny enough, those were Felix’s favorite panties on you. The thought of the semi-see through panties hugging your plump butt didn’t help with his painful erection that was resting against the pillow. 

Hesitantly, he lifted the fabric closer to his face, being hit with your familliar smell. His breath hitched, momentarily scared that you’d walk in and see him smelling your underwear like a creep. After many hesitant glances at the door he placed the soft fabric on the pillow, his sensitive head rubbing against it as he shifted in a quest to find a comfortable position. 

Small whines escaped his soft parted lips as his hips rolled against the pillow, the friction making Felix bunch up his fists. The contrast between the soft pillow beneath him and his rock-hard erection made the boy roll his head backwards, his neck on full display as his adams apple bobbed, harshly swallowing from the suspense his looming orgasm brought. 

“mhm,,, y-y/n,, j-just like that”

The horny boy kept on blabbering incoherently, occasionally forming a sentence as his pace increased, the crimson tip leaking with a string of precum, creating a wet patch on the pillowcase. His mind was clouded with thoughts of you, more specifically of you naked, standing infront of him as you pushed him down onto the bed. How your hair fell in your face as you looked down at the poor boy that was whimpering for you wrapped around him, so desperatly wanting to be inside you. His whines turned to moans as his dick was helplessly rubbing against the pillow, imagining that you were here to see how dirty of a boy he is. 

“f-faster y/n,,, pleaseee~” 

His breathing got heavier as his orgasm was approaching faster than he thought, his abdomen tightening as a flash of heat spread throughout his body. His knuckles whitened upon holding the pillow, bunching up the fabric in his small hands. A haphazardly smile contorted on his lips that were now red from him biting them repeatedly, trying to stifle the loudest of many moans. 

Felix didn’t succeed in that since the faint moans hit your ears as soon as you stepped into house. This was unusual for Felix. He was always such a good boy for you, letting you ruin him however you pleased so for him to masturbate behind your back made you wonder how much he’d fantasied about you. 

“y-yn,,, im gonna c-cum,,, please” he stuttered out, his eyes tightly shut as his hips slamming against the pillow that was decorated with your panties.

“Don’t think so” you clicked your tongue, lifting up Felix’s face by his chin. A tiny shriek ensued in the room, Felix hopelessly pulling the covers in order to cover up his shameful act. 

“W-when did you...?” He tilted his head, confused and pale as a ghost. 

“Since when did you have a thing for panties?” you asked, pointing at the bit of lace fabric that was sticking out from under the duvet. A bright blush fanned out on his freckled cheeks, his hand hastly grabbing the fabric and hiding it inside of his duvet fort which he surrounded himself with. You laughed at his pathetic attempt to hide away from your sharp gaze. The weight of the bed shifted as you sat down, putting a hand on his back and smiling at him before you snatched the lace fabric from his grasp, making him throw himself after your now standing figure. 

“What? You want these?” you swinged the panties in front of his wide eyed face, his brows furrowed upon your humiliating laugh. 

“G-give them back!” he stammers nervously, his ears turning a deep shade of red as he looks up at you from the bed. 

“They’re even wet” you cooed at the boy, feeling the fabric in your right hand, looking briefly at the panties before looking at the blushing boy whose gaze had dropped to the carpeted floor.

“Did you cum, babyboy?” 

Your voice ringed in Felix’s head as he quickly shook his head, his sweet brown eyes filling with dispair, desperate to feel you. You inched closer to the boy, bending down to look in his teary eyes, his orgasm in ruins. 

“Open,,, ahh-” 

You grabbed his face in one hand, prying his mouth open by squeezing his hot cheeks. His eyes twinkled as his mouth opened, shoving the panties into him. He tried to complain, whining but only being able to get out a couple of muffled sounds. 

“You’re way prettier when you shut up, lixie” 

He nods diligently, quietly slipping his hand to his sore dick underneath the covers. The covers moved slightly from his hand pumping his length and it didn’t take much time until you realized what he was doing. Yanking the covers from him you saw his throbbing dick, his hand wrapped around it as the tip glistened in the light. His hand rested on the fluffy pillow as he swallowed harshly, scared of what cruel fate awaited him. 

“Ride it”

Your voice was deadpan. Fear crawled in Felix’s skin as his whole body froze. 

“You must be stupid babyboy, I said ride it” 

You tsked, putting an emphasis on the last two words to which Felix snapped out of his lewd thoughts, shaking his head slightly, causing the part of the panties sticking out of his mouth to shake with him. His hips timidly yet again rolled against the cushion, his arms shaking from supporting himself as he felt the contact he’d been yearning for, rutting infront of you like a puppy. His hair bounced in his face, the poor boy sweating bullets underneath your intense stare. 

The orgasm for earlier made it’s way back, causing a tight knot to form in his abdomen which could unravel at slightest touch. You traced lightly along his thigh with your fingertip, goosebumps forming on his skin as a couple of muffled whines were let out from between his soft lips. His inaudible murmur got louder, eventually calling out your name weakly. 

“mommy/daddy,,, p-please” 

He clenched his jaw, biting down brutally on the thin fabric as the tension in his stomach built up from your touch. You leaned down to the side of his head, putting your lips on his ear before nibbling on it slightly, your hand automatically wrapping around his flushed neck. The bed shook from his slamming of the hips, hunting down his heavenly release. 

“hnng,,,mhhhm,,” 

Felix was struggling to keep himself focused on not spilling his seed everywhere, wanting to appear perservering infront of you but failing as his body cowers over the pillow, rounding his shoulders. The poor boys shakes as his pace quickened, longwinded whines dripping down his fragile body. 

You could tell that he was close by the way his spine arched forward, the cold air hitting his already erect nipples. You moved down to his neck, placing light butterfly kisses over his warm neck, licking tiny strokes before placing your lovebites precisely, marking him as yours. The last couple of grinds were uneven, the red tip leaking all over the pillow as his dick pulsated. The knot in his stomach resolved, melting him into a whiny puddle of hormones. Felix’s entire body shook as the white liquid trickled down his tip and creating a wet stain on the pillow. The overwhelmed boy panted heavily, his figure leaning into your arms slowly, wanting nothing more but to cuddle and make you forget about his sinful action but you had other plans. As soon as the thousands of small sparks in his brain went out and his eyes were no longer clouded with lust you removed the panties from his mouth, the poor boy panting and coughing. 

“t-thank you,,, mommy/daddy,,, i’ll-”

You scoffed causing Felix to feel scared once again, scared that he’d done something wrong. The panties were now slightly damp, coated by his saliva and bunched up into a ball in your tight grasp. Felix’s doe eyes dilated upon hearing the words coming out of your mouth. 

“I’d think you’d cuter wearing these” 

[secretsniper2]

Part 6: Sister Slaves

“I have cum so many times now, is it possible to die from this” I think as I feel another delicious meal flows into my mouth, more cum for the good slave to drink. Pussy constantly flowing with cum, leaking through the box, I feel something I havnt felt in seemingly a lifetime, movement. The box that holds me moves around and a light appears and there he is, my Master looking down on me, the cum stained sex slave bound in tight rope, bringing my out of the box my Master commands me to sit still, and I do, why would I disobey my Master? sitting still he removes my ropes, my skin breathes as my Master drinks in the marks on my skin, red marks cover my body, rubbing a salve over my body he covers you in its cool embrace, still unmoving. “How do you feel?” my Master asks. “Much better now i can serve you, Master” I answer with a smile. The words still echoing fresh in my mind “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property”. Cant fight whats a core of my very being, my reason to exist now can I?

Standing at my Masters side my head hangs low, I know better than to raise my head, telling me to follow him he leads me up some stairs and into a room. A woman is laying on the bed, sealed in a vacbed with a harsh vibrator hitting her clit directly, “How lucky she must be to cum so freely” I think to myself, not knowing what hell the woman is truly in. Walking to a wardrobe my Master takes a latex bodysuit, a latex hood, ballet boots and a corset. Putting the bodysuit on it seemed to be a size smaller than I expected, my ample breasts fitting nicely into the waiting cups and im zipped in within minutes, Corset follows, pulling tight my Master ensures it wont be coming off any time soon with a few knots, the latex hood, covering my eyes and ears, leaving my nostrils and mouth exposed only, I test my latex hood by licking the latex that circles it, the smell and taste of the latex now grasping my head is beyond divine, my long blue hair flowing like water from a hole in the back of the hood and down my latex covered spine. “Master dresses me so nicely” I think as Im taken to the bed with the woman occasionally squirming in her latex prison, my Master helps me put my ballet boots on my feet and laces them up tight. My Master gets my collar and wraps it around my latex neck, its a perfect fit, Leather cuffs are placed tightly around my wrists and connected together with a chain passing through a d-ring in the back of my collar, pulling my wrists up my back. Leash on end Im led out by my neck down the stairs and into the big room. Standing in the darkness without direction a thumb pushes into my waiting mouth, my tongue wrapping around it instantly and moving up and down its length as Im walked around the wide room, thumb removed my head is eased forward as my tongue searches for something to suckle on and Im greeted with a cold metal dildo and I take it in deep.

Coddling the dildo in my mouth I pump back and forth and suck hard, rewarded for my passion and eagerness with a thick, sticky fluid, its more delicious cum! mixed with other many flavours I cant quite place, I pump my head more and more, the mixture flowing slowly into my mouth and down my eager throat I continue sucking hard. Managing to get the dildo down my throat I begin to work it from tip to base, as more of my breakfast oozes into my mouth and throat, not spilling a single drop, I dare not do that. Feeling a hand wrap around my body and grasp my breast I moan deeply into the cock I gladly suck, moving down my latex body my Master takes great pleasure in toying with his things, pulling a zipper he exposes my gushing sex to the room, knowing how happy I am going to become I push deep on the dildo and as I pull back my Master enters me. Stuck between 2 cocks I rock my entire body back forth now, fucking myself in 2 holes till my Master doubles my speed and pumps hard and fast inside my pussy, “Cum slave” I hear and do so immediately, leaking my own cum from my pulsing lips as his cock keeps thrusting away. Another orgasm already ready to go but I hold yourself back, resorting to loud moans to signal Im ready again but my Master says nothing but continues thrusting, “thats it girl, keep holding it back” he says in my latex coated ear as I do as commanded, every fibre of my very being is now focused on holding back my approaching orgasm, while my head works the dildo automatically. After 5 minutes of resisting I hear him, “Cum hard slut!” and I do as commanded, Masters cum ripping through my body as Im pulled off the dildo while I cry out in bliss!

Helping me to my feet from my devastating orgasm Im lead, once again to a room, belly full of cum mixture Im forced to sit down, another dildo pokes my pussy and I push down hard, taking the entire toy in deep inside with a satisfied moan. I feel my Masters hands on my face, clearly looking where my eyes would be he says “do not get up off this device” he says sternly, hoping for more pleasure Im pleased to feel a low rumble between my legs as my body rocks around, but never lifting off my seat. “ill let you cum as much as you want for now” my Master says, eliciting a squeal from my mouth as my head flies back in the wake of another orgasm. Turning to leave me, my Master heads back upstairs to tend to his other pet.

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Never-ending stimulation, I would have stopped the device hours ago if I could, what would my Master do to me if I did though, the reality scared me more than I thought it would. As I feel a hand grab my sensitive breast I jump in my latex prison, squeezing firmly my breathing quickens till it stops entirely, my Master holding my nose closed my brain works in overdrive until he lets go and I slam into the brick wall that is my denial. Turning the Hitachi off my Master sets on releasing me from my vacbed, sitting me up he removes my “clothes” and I stand naked with my weak hands behind my head, Im put in a clear latex suit and mask set, sliding in easily due to my sweat, my ass, pussy, breasts and face left exposed, I find my knees have thick padding and find out what its for as my Master wraps a belt around my waist and pulls my feet up, meeting my firm ass, my feet are connected to straps attached to my belt, locking my feet against my ass but keeping everything easy to reach. My hands are sealed in latex mitts renders my hands completely useless, more paw than hand now, my collar is locked on and clamps are attached to my highly sensitive nipples as my breasts hang beneath me. My Master commands me to sit like a good girl and with some difficulty, I manage to sit back, feeling my Masters cum begin to leak onto the floor, noticing this my Master gives my leash a yank and walks me out of the room and slowly down the stairs.

Hearing a hum nearby my Master takes me to the source of the noise, my eyes widen as I see the blue haired woman, bound to the sybian and fluid running down her thighs freely, clearly caught mid orgasm as Im led to a weird device near the kitchen, a dildo protrudes from its base as well as from a standing height, unreachable in my current bind. Commanded to suck by my Master I take the cock in my mouth and begin to work the fleshy toy, sucking harder and harder Im rewarded with fluid shooting in my mouth, its thick and tastes horrible, clearly a cum mixture I continue sucking hard as I swallow, taking the toy deeper each time I suck, my heavily denied pussy juices dripping to the floor as my Master gets some bacon and eggs for his meal. Eyeing my Masters food as he eats my only choice is to suck harder and harder, clearly meaning this to be my meal for now I have no choice, the disgusting taste is all over my tongue and coats my throat. I dont think ill ever get used to the taste of cum.. Having finished his meal my Master stands and walks to the other woman, cumming on the sybian.

Leading the woman back to me, my Master commands my sister slave to get on her knees she complies silently and her tongue jumps out of her mouth when she was told to drink his cum from my wet pussy, moving blindly forward, balancing herself carefully with her arms chained behind her back her chin brushes my cheek and moves further down my body and into position, tasting my pussy directly her tongue dives deep inside my moist folds, drawing out my Masters cum with ease she sucks it down into her mouth then gut. “keep pumping that cock slut!” my Master shouts, jumping me back to reality as I resume my sucking, collecting more cum flavoured fluid and swallowing it. Continuing to work over my pussy my sister slave draws more and more of my Masters cum from my soaked pussy and would have made me cum 3 times by now if I were still able to cum. Pulling the cum hungry slave away my Master inspects my pussy, clearly she had got all his cum out as he pulls his cock out and leads the girl to a chair, sits down and puts her eager mouth to work, unloading 3 times in her mouth not a single drop escapes her vacuum. Pulling me off the dildo my Master leads me by my collar and my blue haired sister slave to the toy room, there he straps me down tightly, and commands my sapphire haired friend to have a drink from my pussy and to keep drinking till shes satisfied, lips locking against lips, her masterful tongue works me over with a passion I cant define as my Master moves in front of me and pushes his cock into my mouth, a tongue working my pussy over, a nose pressing into my ass and a cock in my mouth, is this heaven or hell?!

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Simply amazing taste, I continue diving into the pussy my Master ordered me to devour, grinding my face into the womans sex I jab my tongue into her engorged button causing more moans from the woman, if I had my eyes I would be staring up at my Master with a gaze only a Master would love, I redouble my assault on the never-ending pool of delicious fluids as the woman starts shaking everywhere, sucking hard against her labia my tongue working her insides like a harp, shes sure to cum soon I just know it! Pulled away by my Master I instinctively cry out “Thank you Master!” while my lips and chin shine with yummy juices. Im rewarded with my enthusiasm with a toy sliding easily inside my own drooling pussy, strapping the toy in my Master slaps my ass, responding with a moan my other cheek takes a hit, “mmm, thank you Master!” I moan out loudly as my Master stands me up and lowers me on a thick dildo, “sit down” Im commanded and so I do, lowering down on the dildo I hit a chair at the bottom with a bump that my clit sits on perfectly, with a simple “stay” my clit is found sitting on a Hitachi as my Master turns it on. My head flies back as I moan out loudly, getting gagged for the noise, probing with my tongue I feel around the gag, it seals my mouth shut with a ring but there's something in the way, I cant push it out with my tongue alone.

“Its a plug��� I mentally scream as my Master once again takes my willing mouth, my tongue gets to work pleasing my Master’s tasty cock, both my Master and I work on thrusting away inside my mouth, pulling back he unloads all over my tongue, I savour the taste and swallow. Left sitting in darkness with a humming clit I cum hard only moments later to cum again harder, my clit dancing on the vibrator I hear moans coming from the other slave, clearly getting my Masters cock inside her I cum again at the mere thought.

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Masters cock pumping in my ass hard, thrust after thrust, my needy pussy drooling on the floor I moan aloud and gaze at the blue haired slave, shes cumming constantly, how desperately I wish our places were reversed, so I could experience a orgasm once again, its almost gone now, the memory of a orgasm, I remember it being exquisite and highly enjoyable but that was all I can remember, replaced by heavy denial as my ass is creamed deep before my Master pushes 7 vibrating eggs inside me and pushes a cover over my pussy, sealing them in, held in place by a urethral insert inflated at the tip when it got deep enough, not going anywhere anytime soon my body is tormented with stimulation with no end in sight. Looking again at my sister slave as her cum flows from between her thighs I glance up to my Master with pleading eyes, a simple “Not for a very long time” beats you down hard. Taking both my sisters and my leash my Master leads us both to his bedroom, Yawning as he opens a cage at the foot of his bed, he pushes me inside and locks it tight, my new room apparently. My sister slave however is pushed on the bed as my Master follows out of sight, I can only guess what's taking place but clearly its rough for her.

tomorrow promises a hard day for me and my new sister slave.

[talltales]

pair:   jaebeom / reader desc:   he is an infuriating man.         but working for im jaebeom         isn't really so bad words:  2.5k rated:  18+ genre:  romance notice: smut, light d/s, power imbalance (boss/employee) gifted: chlorny ♥

            —SAID YOU'RE SICK OF THAT HIGH SCHOOL SHIT                 YOU NEED A COLLEGE DEGREE                 SO YOU TOOK ALL YOUR FRUSTRATION TO ME                 TELL ME, HAVE YOU EVER HAD A GENTLEMAN?

                                    "i have to apologize," his lips curve as his fingers trail down the slope of her shoulder; walking over the silken fabric of her blouse. though the softly spoken words hold no contrition. if anything, the purr in his voice is pure satisfaction and edged with dark promises, "i had a little too much fun teasing you."

she is fairly certain that this time—

im jaebeom is going to be the death of her.

his hand slides down to grip her hip, playing along the hem of her shirt in an idle way that makes her mouth go dry, "you said you'd stop doing that."

she registers the warmth of his breath against her nape at the same time as his low, wholly distracting chuckle. his hand drifts to her waist, then back down again—long fingers pressing into the sliver of skin his ministrations have revealed.

"oh, baby." he murmurs to her, closing his teeth gently into the tip of her ear. he nips; teases, before laving his tongue over the flushed skin, "i said i'd never make a promise i couldn't keep— let me take care of you."

jaebeom starts to walk her back toward the large, stately desk by the windows. but not before he locks the door behind him.

as if the sound has flipped a switch in him, jaebeom lets out a tense noise and she feels him—his hands sliding across her stomach and up, up, up to undo the buttons of her shirt. his hands are unerringly steady, working it open with razor sharp focus.

somewhere in the haze, she wonders if jaebeom knows how to be any other way—to do anything but effortlessly command the attention of others; to move and speak with such intention that the room falls silent the moment his lips part. anticipating. or maybe it's only her that feels his presence so acutely—

that struggles to think beneath the weight of his gaze.

"pay attention," he says, in the same tone he adopts in the boardroom; a firm command that reminds her of the exact brand of fire she is playing with; where she is and who she is entangling herself with.

—and where he is, which is everywhere.

one of his hands moves up to tangle in her hair, using his grip to tilt her head back. he moves closer—she wonders how, when his body is already scorching her skin through her clothes—and nuzzles her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to where her pulse thunders beneath, "i want your focus on me."

i want your hands on me, is what he doesn't say, but she hears it. she feels it in the way that his body presses into hers; in the intoxicating pressure of his hips; in the delicious sting of his teeth grazing the slope of her jaw and the way he claims her mouth when she gasps—swallowing the sound and painstakingly, meticulously consuming with lips, tongue and teeth.

it is all she can do to match his intensity, hooking her fingers in the lapels of his jacket and pulling—she soaks the heat of his skin through the backs of her knuckles. his maddening habit of undoing his buttons between meetings has finally served a purpose.

jaebeom has always been a merciless tease.

without prompting, he shrugs it off, letting it drop to the floor. she doesn't have the time to mourn the loss of his touch; his hands return none-too-gently, guiding her backward until she is lifted onto his desk—his nameplate scrapes across the surface, clattering to the floor at their feet.

before she catches her breath, he is gripping the backs of her knees and parting her legs to make room for himself. he holds her there, spread open in a way she'd find indecent if she wasn't out of her mind with want. if she could think—his eyes aren't on her, but on the way her skirt drifts up over her thighs; the glimpse of panties that she knows are ruined.

he groans, as if the sight is the most devastating thing he's ever seen. the sound reverberates through her, settling deep and hot between her legs, "jaebeom."

his answer is to push closer, closer, closer and grind their hips together with such delicious pressure that she feels the outline of him, straining against his slacks. faintly, she hears him hiss before he repeats the movement, feels his fingers pressing painfully into her hips.

there will be bruises later. she can't bring herself to care.

she is suffocating, fighting for one breath and having her next stolen by him; by the thorough invasion of her mouth—a shadowed imitation of the way his body moves against her. panting, she turns her face away and greedily sucks in air—her hands curl into his shirt, crumpling the fabric beneath her fingers until she tires of the texture.

instead, she shifts and slips her hands beneath to roam the expanse of his chest. he is nothing but raw heat, but she watches him shiver.

and then he is undressing her, shoving aside layers of fabric until he is met with the sight of her bra; a daring shade of red that draws an appreciative sound from the back of his throat, "lovely."

the praise is nothing short of sinful, uttered in a low tone that is part murmur, part growl expelled between the exquisite rocking of his hips.

jaebeom dips his head, presses gentle kisses to her collarbones; to the flushed swell of her breasts. when her breath catches, he runs his tongue along the hem and tugs the cups down before drawing one pert nipple into his mouth. he teases it between his teeth, licks and sucks until she's muffling every pleasured moan in his hair.

the only warning she gets is the distinct sensation of him smirking against her skin. then his finger is dipping between her legs, ghosting over her clit through the soaked fabric of her panties.

she shifts forward—as much as their proximity allows—gripping the edge of the desk with white-knuckled hands. she buries her face in his neck to hide the faint, faint, faint whimpers threatening to escape as he alternates between full, delirium-inducing touches and the teasing grazes that have her biting back the urge to beg.

and he has to work a little harder for that.

fervently, she rocks her hips, eyes falling closed until a firm hand in her hair forces her to lift her head.

"look at me," he orders, and she wills her eyes open to watch him watching her. jaebeom presses his forehead to hers and she finds herself caught in his stare—demanding. starved.

"good," comes his breathless praise, though her true reward comes in the unrelenting pressure of his thumb on her clit, making dizzying circles that draw forth heady moans. his free hand covers her mouth before she alerts the entire floor to their activities, and distantly, she is thankful.

distantly.

and finally, he's done teasing.

he doesn't stop until her body snaps taut against him; until she sees stars dancing across the back of her eyelids. she holds onto the back of his neck like a lifeline. it's so good. too good.

she will never get enough of this.

he draws out her pleasure with slow, slow movements, pressing gentle kisses to her temple until her breaths return to something resembling a normal rhythm. her head swims, eyes fluttering against his cheek.

"good girl," jaebeom croons, trailing a hand down the curve of her spine.

something deep within her clenches.

she will never get enough of this.

when the sound of his zipper being pulled catches the air between them, she shifts off the edge of the desk and—aching to return his teasing affections; yearning to taste his skin—onto her knees. jaebeom stares down at her with muted wonder, if the way his breath audibly catches is any indication.

with a soft smile, she slides her hands up his thighs, admiring the sleek, defined muscle hidden beneath his suit. he is nothing short of magnificent to behold, and even if she doesn't have the time to indulge fully—they've got a moment for this.

head tilting, she runs her hands high, letting her thumb brush against the outline of his cock. he stiffens, twitches under her mouth as she presses a kiss to the tip through the fabric of his boxers. only when his fingers thread in her hair does she draw it out, wetting her lips with a curious glance upward.

his eyes are on her, pupils blown wide—anticipatory. pleading.

the power she has, kneeling before him, is exhilarating. it's understandable in moments like this, his preference for control.

she holds his gaze as she traces her fingers down the length of him, before curling her hand around the base. she ensures that he is watching when she leans forward, laying slow kisses in all the places that make him twitch. his grip tightens, almost to the point of pain and she is drunk, lashes fluttering as she dips her head and drags her tongue up the underside of his cock—

he is salt and velvet, and he is perfect.

she nearly moans with him when he throws his head back, naked shivers rolling up his spine. the unrestrained sound has her thighs clenching; aching for the very part of him that she holds in her hand.

"come here," he finally speaks, beckoning her to rise with a single finger. if she looks closely enough, she can see his hand shaking—the tension being drawn impossibly tight; so tight that the force of it thrums through him from head to toe.

he's breathing through his nose, and she wants to see him snap.

as she rises, she lifts her disheveled skirt and inches her panties down her hips, watching the way his eyes fix on the slick glistening of her inner thighs. carefully, she moves to stand between his body and the desk—observes him through her lashes, "yes, sir."

finally, she thinks, when she is suddenly back on top the desk, tilted back until her back meets the cool surface. his hands nudge her thighs open—holding them with a steel grip that she relishes. the tenderness in his touch has dissipated—giving way to a deliciously raw desire that she can see clawing at him from the inside. it licks at her, threatens to suffocate her in a brand new way.

she can't wait.

wordlessly, she props herself on her elbows and all-too-invitingly spreads her legs a little more. her heart thunders in her ears, anticipation building as he shifts closer, hand wrapped firmly around his cock.

she feels him sliding against her, skin to skin. she feels the insufferable heat that sears her as he coats himself in her slick wetness. he is almost silent, save for the uneven fanning of breath over her stomach.

when he is, at last, lined up, she utters the one word that she knows will be his undoing.

"please."

with a groan, jaebeom acquiesces, a hand falling to her hip to angle her up further toward him. he guides himself inside of her, sinks inch by inch as she arches off the desk—teeth sinking into her palm to muffle the thick moan that threatens to escape. he fills her to the brim, and she overflows in too many ways to describe with words.

instead, she blindly reaches for him, finding his hand where it holds her hip—his head is dipped low, buried between her breasts. he moans low, drags his tongue over her skin and finally, finally, finally moves. his free hand plays with her clit as he thrusts, rough and so, so deep that she swears she feels him behind her eyes. he chokes out a groan, presses his mouth to her skin as she bites her hand—

"fuck," he hisses, voice rough—hands heavy and nails sharp in her skin.

she loves it. every bit of it.

tries to swallow her cries when he returns, an inescapable tide that crashes against her faster, harder—until they are reduced to little more than slick fucking and incoherent praises spilling into the air between breathless moans. she grasps blindly for him, and her hand finds purchase in his hair, clutching desperately at the dark strands when the force of his rhythm heightens to a fever pitch.

he shifts closer, dragging her hips to the edge of the desk; he glances a spot that makes her vision go blank, has her scrambling to bury her face in his neck before the entire floor hears her.

when her back arches clear off the desk and she is begging, dripping with sweat and breathless, dizzy. he leans forward, slips his hand between their bodies and works his thumb over her clit. like an overdrawn bowstring, she snaps in two violently, lips parted in a soundless scream—spiraling, flying—

or something between the two.

jaebeom continues to ride her hard through her orgasm, grazing his teeth along the edge of her jaw and hiking her legs higher on his hips—seeking his own release as her body spasms around his; holds tight through the frantic shifting of his steady rhythm into something disjointed but heady.

he is close, and she takes her pleasure in watching him unravel.

his body stiffens, the grip of his hands tightening to something almost unbearable as he holds her possessively in place. he grinds as deeply inside of her as he can—and it drives her mad in all the most addicting of ways, to think that he is making sure she's receiving every bit that he has to offer.

that he is staking his claim, at the very least.

this habit is a door they haven’t yet opened, but it is thrilling just the same.

as his labored breaths give way to silence—comfortable, sated—she contents herself with running her hands through his hair, absently straightening it into something presentable. but it's beyond any form of salvation that doesn't involve shampoo, conditioner and a hairbrush.

"you're going to be late for your next meeting," she murmurs, settling her hands on his shoulders instead, "you need a shower."

quietly, jaebeom huffs—a sound she recognizes as a laugh, however distorted it is by his characteristic stoicism. he lifts himself after a minute, but not without enjoying the sight of her, sprawled across his desk, half-dressed and fully ravished, "you need one too."

he at least has the mind to right his clothing, sweeping his hair into a high ponytail and leaning to pick his coat off the floor. it doesn't escape her attention that he swipes her discarded panties as well, sliding them into his pocket.

pervert.

"mmm, which is why i'm going home. after i call around and get the thing postponed."

he turns on his heel and tilts his head; looks at her again, brow raised, "make it quick. you might as well come home with me."

she refrains from smiling, though the temptation is sharp and unrelenting. her hands busy themselves with re-buttoning her blouse, straightening her skirt and ignoring the fact that there is no longer anything underneath it.

i'm not done with you, is what he doesn't say. but she gets the gist of it. she has already learned to read between his lines, thankfully.

it was, she supposed, one of the many benefits to being im jaebeom's personal assistant.

[hazymultiverse]

yo could i get a 38 with best boy doppio 😔👊 im such a baby for him - your favourite anon, 🤡

I just.... Love Doppio.... He’s what made me realize I’m a switch! There’s a bit more femdom reader here, but it’s still loving.

Warnings include: Smut, overstimulation, Safe word is mentioned as having previously instated, but not openly discussed in the moment. Consent is important.

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You looked hella good.

The nightie was short, fairly sheer, and in a cute pastel color that you found accented your hair perfectly. You looked amazing, and felt amazing, striking a pose in the mirror.

The fabric flowed easily, stopping right under your hips, just barely covering everything, but definitely not enough to be called decent.

“Showtime.” You whispered to your reflection, before starting your trek down the hall to the office.

Being Vinegar Doppio’s lover was very two sided.

On one hand, you were doted on, lavished with shy affection and anything you could ever want, spending evenings in each other’s arms with the firm knowledge that he was head over heels for you, and was loyal to the end.

On the other hand, you weren’t the only one he was loyal to.

He had a very high ranking position in the mafia, you knew that, and you were okay with it. But there were jobs that could take weeks at a time, weeks that he’d leave you alone with nothing but the occasional call from a pay phone, or a burner phone if he knew he could destroy any evidence tracing back to you. He could be called to leave at any time, and while he hated to leave you, he had sworn his life to the Don, and wouldn’t turn his back on that.

You were understanding, and you had talked out priorities in life, and what could be done, with him even meekly requesting his boss that he have a few days off between missions.

But while you understood, you also knew that he sometimes had to bring work home, and that frustrated you.

Being alone in a bed while your lover is on the other side of Italy? Hard, but manageable.

Being alone in a bed while your lover was two rooms away, but still not joining you? Unbearable.

Which was why you had fixed up your sexy new lingerie, and crept into the room.

You weren’t silent, and you knew he had sharp senses due to his work, but he didn’t even turn when you walked in, not even registering your presence until you snuck up behind his chair and lightly placed your hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?” You teased in a sing song voice.

“Oh! Hello!” He giggled a bit, straightening up, “What are you still doing up? It’s late...”

“I could ask you the same thing,” You uncovered his eyes, trailing your hands down the front of his chest as you nuzzled your face into his neck, “I couldn’t sleep, the bed was cold, and all I could think of is my dear love, coming to keep me warm.”

“You know I want to, I just need to get a bit more done-“

“You’ve been at it for hours, it’s okay to finish up tomorrow, you don’t even need it done until the weekend.”

“I-I don’t know, it’s always better to get things done right away, after all, that’s why the boss gave me the job! Cause he knows I’m reliable and-“ You could hear the choke in his voice as he finally turned, seeing you in the nightie for the first time.

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

You shook your head coyly, stepping forward and turning his desk chair to face you, carefully straddling his hips.

“Come on baby, you’ve been working so hard, you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You tried your best to sound sultry, and hit the bullseye judging by the whimper Doppio let out below you.

“I-I really should uh, I really should get all this do-ahn!”

He cut off into a whine as you reached down, stroking him through his pants. His hips bucked up into your hand, allowing you to give him a quick squeeze, before working on undoing the button that stood between you and your goal.

“You’re so sensitive, so good for me, you always treat me so well~” You cooed at him, now able to fully stroke his dick, feeling him squirm beneath you as you started at a quick pace.

“Your hand- it’s so nice- I don’t know how long I can last!” his voice was high and breathy, thrusting into your grip as you jacked him off.

“You’re gonna have to last a bit longer, okay?” You paused your movements, watching as he let his head fall back, closed eyes facing up to the ceiling. His hair had started falling out of his braid, and his sweater was started to look disheveled from how much he had been writhing in the chair.

“Okay, I can do that, just- just give me a moment to cool down.” Doppio mumbled, chest heaving.

You nearly giggled, pulling the fabric of the nightie up just a bit as you repositioned yourself, sitting up over his cock.

“We can get to the bedroom, I can eat you out, and it’ll give me time to calm down enough that we can- oh god!”

His hands gripped the armrests like his life depended on it as you started sinking down on his cock, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered in pleasure.

Your lover wasn’t the biggest man, but he filled you up nicely, and his dick looked adorable as the rest of him, if that made sense. When you finally bottomed out, thighs resting on the rough material of his pants, you felt pleasantly full, deep warmth spreading through your body.

“I can’t- inside already- too close it’s too much I- you’re gonna make me- I don’t wanna cum this quick, you deserve more than that- oh baby wait- hah!” He was stuttering and babbling, voice breaking into keening moans as he arched up into you, hands finally flying to your body, gripping in a silent plea for mercy.

You stilled, allowing him a moment of respite as you let out a sigh of pleasure, placing small kisses over his cheeks, stroking his bangs out of his face.

“This is fine, we can just sit here and as long as you don’t move, we’ll be okay.” He sighed, catching your lips in a sweet kiss, tasting like the sugar of the coffee he just had.

To his dismay however, you began to rock your hips, a new string of moans leaving his lips as you rode him, begging you to slow down, that he was already too close to the edge.

He never wanted to disappoint you by finishing first, and on the off chance he did he made sure to repay the favor with hands and mouth, but you didn’t care about that right now. This was about him, and you wanted to absolutely wreck him.

Rocking and grinding on his lap, you stroked at his chest, running your hands everywhere you knew he was sensitive, the fabric of the sweater between his skin and yours just adding to the stimulation.You could feel him shaking beneath you, eyes shut tight as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. He was trying so desperately hard not to cum, and it was a losing battle.

He knew you weren’t going to let up, and he knew with a simple utterance of “Sardinia” you would stop and make sure he was okay, but in an odd way, he wanted you to push him, to order him around not with words, but with your actions, praises falling from your lips.

Which is why, even amidst a cry of “no, not yet!” He came, clutching at you as his hips thrust up out of instinct, bouncing you lightly as he twitched with the aftershocks, stilling with his head resting on your shoulder, his body a dead weight.

“Perfect, oh you were so good to me.” You assured him, petting his braid, smirking to yourself as you readied the next step of your plan.

He whined weakly as you lifted yourself up, only to drop back down again.

“Again. .?” He panted, voice breaking, “I can’t, not this soon.”

“Aw baby, you aren’t going to let me finish? You can’t just leave me like this.” You tease, bouncing with renewed vigor. You hadn’t been going easy on him before, but now went at it with far more intensity.

Any response was covered with a sob as Doppio choked on his own breath, shoulders quivering at the brutal overstimulation of his cock. You felt so good, too good, it was like he couldn’t even breathe.

Mercifully, you were close, and with sweet moans of your own, came, clenching around him in one last torturous moment before you sat up for him to slip out of you.

He didn’t even move as you got up, not registering anything but the haze of coming back to earth until you came back with a glass of water. Thankfully taking careful sips, he gingerly shoved his pants off completely, tossing them into some corner of his office.

“Well, I guess if you need to get that work done, it’s alright.” You sighed, a bit over dramatically, “But, if you need me, I’ll be back in bed waiting.” You winked, strutting out of the room, the motion causing the nightie to float up over your ass, giving him one last good look.

“Torururururu~”

Strange, his ringtone sounded hoarse and tired, maybe something was wrong with his phone? Possibly the condensation that had built up on the outside, and how a trickle of water had spilled out when he picked it up had been part of the problem.

“Hello? This is Doppio.”

“My dear sweet Doppio, I hope you’ve been enjoying your day home, I have a job for you. I need you to meet someone in Rome.”

“Ah! Boss! Sure thing, I can be on a plane tonight-“ a noise caught his attention, and he turned to the door just in time to see you had tossed the nightie onto the ground outside his office. He then heard the telltale sounds of you hurrying back into your room, jumping onto the bed with the light squeak of the mattress. Waiting, wearing absolutely nothing. Waiting for him.

“—T-Tomorrow morning. Possibly afternoon? It can be a bit hard to get tickets last notice with it being tourist season and all, you know how it is, sir.” Doppio hurried his words, stumbling a bit over his change of plans.

There was a smooth chuckle on the other end of the line, “Take the time you need, Doppio. I’ll send you his file, and your assignment.”

“Yes, thank you boss.”

As soon as the line went dead, Doppio tossed the phone on the desk, ignoring the weird crash that accompanied it, and took off running down the hall.

After all, responsibilities like this were better done right away.

That’s what made him so reliable, after all.

[serahsanguine]

School, Sex and Subterfuge NC-17

Chapter 9 of?

part one, part Two, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8,   AO3

tagging @today-in-fic @skullsmuldon @foxystarbucks @baronessblixen

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Notes; im so sorry this chapter has taken so long to get out i have struggled quite a bit over last few months with depression, writer's block and my three kids. I would make one thing very clear i will never ever leave a story unfinished i have read a story where this has happened and it annoyed me so much. It may months or even years to complete but i will always finish a story this goes for both long-running stories I have.

on a lighter note, I have many many ideas for this story some i really think you will enjoy :)

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Chapter 9; An Answer? 

Mulder knew she was going to be confused but he certainly didn’t expect her to run out on him, maybe a slap or some hateful words but not this. This is something he didn’t not know how to deal with, the confusion of not knowing either way. This is when he truly realized he had hurt her a lot more than he thought and his actions of past events coming back to haunt him. How could he be so stupid?  

He let everything go, his whole heart poured out in words, he was willing to let her in, he had let her get this close. He sat down on the closest seat he could find, the emptiness of the room hitting him like a freight train. He could hear people scuttling about outside the office door. He looked around at the books, the certificates, the countless women he had brought back to these four walls. The memories they had, the stories they could tell but not one of them meaning anything to him in reflection to the memories he had of Dana Scully. The minutes ticked by and silence fell upon the room once more.

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Scully ran and ran her heart racing, blood pumping, breathing fast and uneven. She flew past people, whizzing past the gardens, cars and buses. She ran until her legs could not run anymore. She was in shock, he said I love you, and he wanted to start over. She stopped a couple of miles from campus next to a small lake, the water reflecting the moonlight in all directions, the sun had set and the air was warm. There was peace and silence in the air all around her. The nightlife chipping and chirping as small bats flew above her.

She stared into the open water her mind fogged, her heart bleeding. Could she start over with him? Could she love him? Was she already in love with him? Was Missy right all along and she cared for him deeply? She started walking back to her dorm. The question running over and over in her mind and the answers nowhere to be found. She was torn in two her rational side saying no, but her mind screaming to let him in.

The Next Day.  

She still hadn’t made a discussion on what she was going to do she needed to talk to someone, rationalize it in one way or another. She took Serah out to dinner somewhere different, somewhere she won’t be seen by him. It was a small restaurant, quiet, even for the dinner rush hour. With homemade food from starters to desserts, plus it didn’t cost a lot either. They both sat in the corner booth with a window overlooking the garden and cobblestone road.

Scully explained in a shorter version of everything that happened and Serah just sat there and listened.

Serah took Scully’s hand and clasped it inside her own. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t no Serah, the rational side of me has a bunch of issues,” She looked over at her friend and she just nodded and let her continue.“At the end of the day, he still is my professor, he's older than me.”

“Oh, come on Scully. He may be older than you but not by much it’s only 8 or 9 years and it’s not like your a child, your a beautiful woman with her own mind and age is just a number baby.”

“I suppose you’re right but what would Ahab think? Let alone, my friends? Present company excluded. Should I transfer classes, or just quit going?”

“Wooo, wooo, wooo. Let's answer them one at a time”

“I don’t know what your father would think but if he loved you and could see you were clearly happy with Mulder then I suspect he would be happy too. If your friends can’t see that you are happy with him you don’t need them in your life.  And to answer the last two questions is an unequivocal no. If you were to listen to your heart what would it say?”

That was the question wasn’t it what would her heart say, he was amazing everything about him, his intelligence, his heart and soul, certainly his looks. And come on he is mind-blowing in bed he knows how to treat a woman and make feel her on top of the world. She blushed at that thought.

“If he means that much to you you should at least email him or go to his office.”

Scully looked at her friend with a curious look “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes dear you did,” Serah said sarcastically smiling from ear to ear.

She blushed hard when she thought about what she said about Mulder in bed. She laughed it off.

“Maybe I will.”

“Humm.”

“Talk to him that is; see where we go from there.”

They both finished up the lunch grabbing their things and headed towards their next lecture.

Several hours later  

It was getting late and many of the students had gone to either the dorms or out into town. Scully stood there at Mulder's door anxiously hesitant to knock, she could see his shadowy figure walking back and forth across the room. Several minutes passed, she was lost in her own thoughts when she lifted her hand to finally knock, he opened the door bowling into her sending papers everywhere.

“Shit I’m sorry,” he said before even looking at who he had run into. She started helping to pick up the papers.

“It’s ok, it was my fault,” she said sheepishly ad he looked up at her and their eyes locked, both frozen in there place.

“Dana.” He said matter of fact.

“Fox.” She replied in the same manner.

He picked up the last of the sprawled papers “Come in.”

“After you.”

They both stepped into his office shutting the door behind them. He placed the papers on the nearest surface and walking through to his private office where they couldn’t be seen.

The atmosphere was tense, so tense you could cut it like butter. The only noise in the room was the gulp of air from the water container and the hum of people chatting walking by. They both stood there not saying a word if a pin were to fall you could hear it shatter around the corners of the room.

She had a whole speech prepared, why they were not good together. What would happen if they were to get caught? But standing in front of his presence she lost all rational thought. Her stomach was in knots. Her heart hammering in her chest, her hands clammy, her mouth dry. But it despite all that she was the one to talk first.

“I love you too,” the words just poured out of her mouth her brain finally caught up with what she had spoken.

His face was in shock but was the kind of shock when someone is happy. She stuttered when she realized what she had said. She went to say something, but secretly she said fuck it, she deserves to be happy and damn to the consequences, at least for now. If something were to happen further down the line they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

She ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and kissed him with such force they both toppled to the floor with her on top. He hit the ground with an ugh but they both started laughing hard.

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He was hurt but didn’t care, she had said the words back to him, and he was over the moon. He touched his lips to hers, his hands in her fine silk hair. She pulled away and asked,  

“Why me? Out of everyone, why me?” he looked into her eyes with such clear and understanding and such force without hesitation.

“You’re beautiful, so quick-witted and funny, you keep me on my toes always surprising me. You laugh is infectious and you smile lights up the whole room. You...are my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the room is full of people, you are my constant... my touchstone. "

Her smile meant everything to him and he didn’t expect her to say anything back not quite yet anyway.

He kissed her neck her body started grinding on top of his, he felt his erection grow underneath his trousers and felt the flush of her skin against his own. His hands sitting on top of her t-shirt just above her hips.

“Mulder please…”

He lifted her top above her head and discarded it on the floor next to them, soon unclasping her bra and discarded that too. She moved her body slightly and it took him no hesitation to take her breast into his mouth letting the nipple roll around underneath the flesh of his tongue. Her hands undoing the buttons on his shirt. She smiled at his bronze chest as she raked her fingers down his stomach before undoing the zipper and button on his trousers then pulling his cock free from his cotton boxers.

“Fuck Scully” she only licked her lips, God those lips he thought and she smiled a wicked smile as she started pumping him at an antagonizing slow pace. He let her continue until he couldn’t take it anymore moving his hands from her hips lifting her skirt. He sat up just a little bit.

“Do you have any idea what wearing this little black mini skirt and black knee-high socks does to me?” he whispered sultry in her ear. Before moving her panties to the side and slipping his fingers through her dripping wet folds.    

“I have…..Jesus Christ” her words left as he could tell she was lost in what he was doing to her he found her bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs.

Swishing, gliding, flicking, rushing and slowing his fingers bringing her to her peak and stopping before lowering her body every so slightly and sliding his member into her opening. He felt her hugging him, clinging even as he filled her up stretching her to her limits. She threw her head back her wet matted hair sticking to her skin. As she let out a moan of pleasure. She placed her hand either side of his head on the floor.

Creating an even deeper angle he let a growl her lips touched his and he took it as a sign to started thrusting into her, her tiny body matching his pace, her naked chest pressed up against his hot flesh. With the sound of their moans and skin slapping skin and the smell of sex clinging to the air.    

“Mulder, I’m so close.”

“Me to let go,” and she did with the force of the world-shattering around her. He moaned right along with her, the height of pleasure exploding in there bodies at the same time.

After a few minutes, they lay spent half-naked on his office floor. He looked down at her.

“Next time I’m taking you to dinner first and make love to you somewhere other than my office floor”

“Maybe you’re apartment?”

“It’s definitely in your future, ” he smiled.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I hope you do,” he said before holding her close giving her one last hug before helping her up off the floor and finding her clothes. After they finished getting dressed and looking presentable. He looked at her and asked, “so dinner?”

“I didn’t think you meant now?”

“No time like the present," he smirked.

He left the office first and she soon followed slipping into his car hoping no one saw before he drove her to the restaurant for dinner.  

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A MASSIVE HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERY ONE!

[the-fiction-witch]

Waitress

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO COUPLE SAMMY (TBS) X READER RATING SMUTT

I sighed grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder walking out the house and down the broken streets, I walked for what felt like hours till I reached the casino, I went to the door and the bouncer stopped me

"Hey kid, your not allowed in here" he says

"I'm eighteen" I sighed but they didn't believe me

"You don't look it" he said

"I know look I'm just here to take my dad home" I sighed they shrugged and let me in the place noisy and lots of flashing lights and signs I felt a little lost

"Hey, you okay?" A waitress asked me as she took her tray back to the bar

"Yeah sorry just looking for my dad" I told her trying to keep my eyes of her little blue dress it was around her neck with a large cut out for her breasts it stopped at her waist and became just s skirt of string and diamonds, she had pale tights on with little diamonds all over them her hair done perfect and sweet, she looked beautiful.

"Oohh come on I'll help" she smiled, she lead me though the slot machines and tables looking everywhere often asking me if I saw him till we turned a corner of machines to see the blackjack tables, where at one table my dad sat surrounded my other waitress girls throwing his money away on the game and on drink after drink "do you see your dad?" She asked

"Yeah" I sighed

"Oh where is he?" She asks and i simply pointed "Ooohh your one of warrens boys come on let's go get him" she smiled taking me over

'dad?" I asked and he looked up at me

"What?" He asked

'dad it's time to go home" I told him

'home? Sam are you insane I'm winning' he smirked

"Fine then take what you've won and let's go home" I suggest

"Im not going yet! Five minutes"

'dad no! We have to go home"

"Scram your bad luck!" He yelled

'im not leaving without you"

"Then get comftable"

"Fuck this" I sighed going to leave

'hey, hey, I'm sorry about your dad" the waitress said as she stopped me not far around the corner

"What do you have to be sorry for' I sighed "it's not your fault, thanks for helping me find my dad but he's clearly happy here..."

"Hey, uuhh I finish I five minutes if he still doesn't want to leave you could always walk me home?"

"Uuuhh sure" I blushed "sorry uhh what's your name?"

"Y/n" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss "five minutes' she smiled as she went off back to work I stood watching my dad throw what little money we had away sometimes he won, sometimes he lost the loss more often then the win I tried often convincing him to come home but he wasn't interested just shooing me away complaining I was bad luck I sighed until I saw y/n coming over in a little yellow sundress with a small jacket over the top and her handbag "you ready to go?" She asked I glanced to my dad deep in his game and I nodded following her out and into the streets

"So you know my dad pretty well?'

"I'm a waitress in a casino he visits almost ever day, yeah I know your dad Sam" she laughs

"Have you ever met my brother?' I asked curiously

"A couple of times, when he came looking for your dad" she smiled "he hit on me once"

"My dad?'

"Becket" she laughs

"Ooh, yeah he kinda does that" I shrug "did you?'

"No" she giggled "not my type"

"Fair enough" I shrug "how long have you been working there?"

"A few years, my dad said I had to work in his casino, so I said I'd be a waitress, it's kinda funny I was working there and legally not really allowed to be in there" she laughs making me laugh to "you know... I could get you a job if you wanted? Stop you reciting Shakespeare in the streets'

'how do you?" I asked

"Your dad's chatty when he's drunk"

"If you could that would be amazing y/n"

"Sure, I'll ask my daddy, were always looking for bar boys anyway" she giggled taking my hand, I blushed hard holding her hand as tightly as she held mine "this is me" she says as we arrived at a little house

"You've moved out already?" I asked and she nods

"just me and my cat" she smiled "thanks for walking me home sammy'

"Your welcome" I blushed

"I'm sure I'll see you soon" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss before I could even react she pulled away and went up her steps unlocking her door she gave me a little flirty wave as she went inside and I just kinda waved back in my own little world I couldn't help my face going red smiling like crazy the whole way home.

Everyday I went to the casino to almost beg my dad to come home but he never did, he'd me home sometime in the early morning but he never came home with me, but every day I'd walk y/n home and she'd give me a little kiss to cheer me up even of ever day our kiss goodnight got longer ever day s couple more seconds.

It got to the point I didn't even go in the casino anymore I just went and waited outside the staff door till

"Sammy!" Her voice giggled as y/n jumped and hugged me close in her little blue sundress with her handbag

"Hi y/n" I smiled hugging her close we stood having a cuddle for what felt like forever till she pulled back and gave me a little kiss taking my hand so I squeezed her hand and walked along the empty twilight streets with her often swinging our arms till she stopped holding my hand and nuzzled close to me wrapping my arm around her waist I happily had my arm around her for a while my hand on her waist feeling her soft dress I couldn't help but notice something I slipped my hand down a little to her hips and down even more until I felt the edge o her dress on my fingers...and it was perfectly smooth, oh my god she hasn't got underwear on! I tried to remain calm putting my hand back to her waist I glanced down to her unfortunately looking right down the top of her dress she caught me and giggled moving away holding my hand as she walked Infront of me

"Dirty boy!" She giggled turning to face me as we walked separating our hands

"I didn't mean to-" I began

"You like looking at me?" She asks as she walks backwards I couldn't help but nod "awww that's sweet Sammy, how about I give you something better to look at?" She suggested I was confused but interested what she was going to do but before I had time to think she pulled down the top of her dress revealing her perky breasts to me they where completly exposed with now nothing to hide them from me, they where perky and bouncy as she walked, her nipples hard to the cold air she laughed lightly bouncing herself more with ever step to make them bounce till she pulled her dress up again hiding herself again "like them?" She asked

"Very very much' I nodded "there beautiful"

"Awww your sweet" she smiled still walking backwards she winked at me turning to face the way we where walking again and I tried to calm down begging my erection to go down, ooh come on I just saw the girl I like flash me her fucking tits or course I'm hard! But before I could relax she pulled up the bottom of her sundress revealing her perfect arse, her curves perfect and firm it slightly jiggling as she walked intentionally moving her hips at me I could almost feel myself drooling over her she was so beautiful so perfect oh my god I'm gonna have the best wank ever when I get home I'll never have to steal a playboy again not if I have this on my memory "you wanna touch" she giggled as we walked I didn't need to answer I think she knew I wanted to so she slowed letting me catch up a little I tried my best to leave a gap not wanting to press my Bonner against her thank god she's facing the other way and couldn't see it, my hands grabbed her butt and I almost came it felt so good so soft so squishy I groped as we walked for what may as well have been an enternity I was lost in my own little world as I have one side a slap "ooohh Sammy not to rough" she blushed

"Sorry" I blushed till she pushed me away again and put her dress down I tried so hard almost fighting myself to keep my hands off her or off myself as she turned back to face me I tried to hide it but she saw

"Awwww Sammy that's so cute" she giggled

"Cute?" I asked a little confused

"You got a Bonner for me" she giggled

"You flashed your ass and tits at me you thought I'd not get a Bonner?'

"True" she giggled blowing me a kiss before she lifted her dress again this time flashing her pussy it was so beautiful and I could almost see it was wet and i couldn't stop myself I grabbed her waist pulling her to deeply kiss me grabbing her thigh and wrapping it around my waist grinding my hard erection in her exposed pussy "Sammy, dirty boy" she giggled

"How am I meant to contain myself when you do that to me" I complain she giggled grabbing my hand and we ran down to her house as we weren't far anyway she unlocked the door and pulled me inside I shut the door behind us and we couldn't even wait to get to her room she leant on her sofa pulling off her dress and I undid my jeans pulling my skirt off ..

Before I really knew was what happening we where snuggled up naked on her sofa a blanket to keep the chill of us both of us still covered in sweat, I could feel I was hard again this time morning wood or atleast I think so, my arms around her tightly as she began to wake up too

"Humm good morning Sammy" she giggled playing with my hair

"Good morning y/n" I smiled pulling her to kiss me our kiss lusty and deep running our hands all over each other

"How about another go in my bed before we go to work?' she suggested

"Why move? I'm comfy here beautiful" I smirked pulling her back to kissing me and she kissed back starting to repeat last night all over again.