#but now that he's NOT wearing pants his ass cheeks really were just on full display there huh
Bucky in blue pjs who is soft and shy and so cute but sometimes sleeps naked when it gets too hot - I really love a happy, cuddly, shy Bucky. I thought this was adorable, I refuse to not make you all think about it too:
Bucky who got the softest pair of baby blue pj's for his birthday and it's all he wears to sleep. It's his favorite thing ever. He blushed when he saw the letters JBB sewed on the inside; he has no idea who got it for him and he's happy to let it remain a mystery though he secretly hopes they're from you. He saw you sneaking a peek at the size label of his t shirt before scurrying off out the door.
He looks so cozy when he's lounging in them, usually tucked in some corner with a book, a glass of milk and some chocolate chip cookies. He was also given a new pillow; a firm one that wasn't too soft. At first he was reluctant to use it but now he can't go anywhere without it. Imagine how precious he'd look trudging around with it on a moving night because he's sleepy but he doesn't want to miss out either. He starts off awake but seconds later, his face is smushed into the pillow and he's softly snoring. You always make sure to tuck him in with the throw blanket and it never fails to make him let out a content little sigh. Him being a soft, shy little cutie is exactly why the next part is everything.
Him sleeping naked.
As the weather warms up, the AC is on full blast and thank god for Stark technology because it can get as cold as winter if needed.
However.
It wasn't perfect.
It conked out and it leaves everyone as grumpy as ever because no one can sleep and Tony keeps insisting he'll figure it out any day now. Everyone looks miserable except Bucky. He looks as happy as a clam coming down for breakfast in his favorite pj's.
"How on earth did you get any sleep Bucky?" You can't believe he looks so well rested, especially when he has the serum that keeps him extra warm.
"And you're in full on pajamas, you slept in that?!" Steve gawks from the side while you also continue to look at him curiously, his cheeks tinting pink.
"I-
What no one knows is Bucky sleeps naked as the day he was born when it gets too hot. His body did a decent job of regulating heat on its own but throwing off the extra layers didn't hurt.
Of course, he didn't want to tell anyone that part.
The part where when it gets too warm, he starts off by shucking off his shirt. Then eventually his pants. He could keep his boxers on but his door was locked and it just feel so freeing-
"Buck?"
"I slept fine!" He blurts out hoping you wouldn't pry anymore while his best friend stares at him suspiciously. He races out of the kitchen as soon as he has his coffee and he hopes to drop the subject.
But he isn't so lucky.
Because on a particularly exhausting night, he doesn't realize he didn't fully shut his door. You were on your way to your room, peeking in to say goodnight seeing as he hadn't closed the door yet but-
You squeaked seeing his perfectly toned ass, thighs spread apart, back muscles relaxed, all on full display, blinking frozen on the spot before quickly slipping out of his room and shutting the door behind you.
You're beyond giddy for the rest night, unable to shake the image of a very naked, sleeping Bucky out of your mind; his pretty face relaxed, the gentle snores, his meaty legs, his cute butt-
stop.
You will yourself to think of something else but how could you when he looked so perfect. The next day Bucky notices you acting jumpy around him while making breakfast which is unusual for you...
"Everything okay, y/n?" He asks so gently and you nearly melt on the spot, biting back a smile.
"I-I came by your room to say good night, thought you were still awake" You shrug, eyes flicking to his before looking back down at your feet, letting him piece together what you were hinting at. His brows furrow before his eyes grow wide, cheeks flushed down to his neck and up to his ears. You could have sworn you heard him squeak when he stammers out a response. Barely.
"Oh-I-when-what time did you come" He has no idea what you saw or didn't see but either way he knows you know. He hadn't even bothered with clothes the night before going right from the shower straight to bed, fuck what if you didn't want to speak to him again-
"I see why you're able to sleep so well now. It's our secret" You throw him a wink, giggling before running off and Bucky nearly faints himself, he thought he couldn't possibly fall in love more but-
Anyway idk what's wrong with me, my mind has been off the deep end somewhere.
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aot men when you’re ovulating
ft. levi, armin, eren x f!reader
cw: nsfw 18+, breeding kink (yummy)
levi
Levi’s been trying to complete the last of his paperwork over the past hour.. but you’re distracting him so much he’s been on the same document for god knows how long.
“levi..”
your voice is sweet like honey, filling his ears and awakening the part of himself that he prefers to keep in the bedroom.
“mm?”
“need you really bad.” you turn around and his cheeks flush. That’s when he notices the familiar heat rubbing against his thigh. And as expected, you weren’t wearing undergarments. His hand drops the pen and he grabs your shoulders, pushing you back. That’s right, your cycle ended days ago.
“are you.. fuck, clothes off, ass up on the table. now.”
Let’s just say by the end of it all, there’s a puddle of your juices on the desk and you’re stuffed nice and full of his warm cum. And he loves the sight of your swollen folds barely being able to hold everything in- he’ll have to spread your thighs and push every last drop of the dripping fluid back inside.
armin
The little cuddle session you’re having with armin quickly turns into a heated moment when you start grinding yourself gently on him, feeling his cock slowly hardening in his pants. His breath hitches, wondering where the sudden change in your emotions came from.
Then he glances at the calendar on the bedside table- he always helps you to track your period and take note of your ovulation days.. and right now you were in the middle. He lets out a small giggle and grips your ass, pressing you down harder onto him as you let out a whimper. Perfect.
“shh.. i know, don’t worry i’m gonna fill you up so good and give you my babies, yeah? you want that?”
You nod and sure enough, he spends the night making love to you until your pussy is leaking with his cum. And he’s convinced that at this rate, you’re gonna have a mini you running around the house soon.
eren
Poor guy’s been pouting non stop since your period started. You’re cradling his head as you laze on the couch but the throbbing in his pants is starting to bother him.
“I miss this pretty pussy, can i..?”
Minutes later he’s drinking in the blissful sight of your tight hole, dripping with so much of that sweet liquid it’s pooling on the fabric below. The tip of his cock is rubbing up and down against your clit and his abs are tensed. He loves how sensitive you can get, already moaning into a pillow as he penetrates you.
“can’t wait to cum inside your tight little cunt… fuck..”
He makes sure to push himself balls deep when he empties his load, hoping he can finally breed you like he’s always wanted to.
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I Hate You
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa he’s just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know👏🏼!
A/N: Hear me out…some about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagree…you are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse ‘You Know I’m No Good.” and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfully😔, I’m down bad fr. Also this isn’t fully proof read so if there is some mistakes…💀 my bad yall.
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“Fuck you Park Seonghwa.” You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.
“Give me the word boss, and I’ll end her pretty ass right here.”
Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.
“You do have quite the mouth on you.” He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize he’s bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!
“I like them mouthy, it turns me on.” Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. You’ve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.
His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. Intoxicating…he’s got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.
“You wanted to see me.” He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.
“Bask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.” He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.
“Now the real question is, I heard you were looking for big ol’ bad me.” He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.
Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins can’t help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You aren’t supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.
“Why are you looking for me? Aren’t you done with me?” He says nonchalantly. You feel like he’s spitting on you, like he’s showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.
“Shut the fuck up.” You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but he’s stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.
“Ooo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hard…” he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.
“I fucking hate you.” You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you weren’t looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. You’ve both danced with routine before.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.” He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didn’t want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.
“Don’t look away from me y/n.” He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.
“You hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.” He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.
“I hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.” Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.
“You know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So don’t shed any tears for me.” Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.
Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.
With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.
“Go on now princess, lick it up.”
You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.
While he’s slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.
“Go on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.” He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.
“I know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.”
You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.
Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.
His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like he’s a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.
“I knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.”
You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew you’d warm his leaking cock. Yet you can’t help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.
“You must’ve been pretty excited to see me.” You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know he’s got you in his trap per usual.
His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.
Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, it’s like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..
“It’s been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.”
Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughts…were you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.
“I’m not doing this.” You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.
“I’m not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!”
Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.
“Mind games? What mind games?”
“Fuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what I’m talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like ‘oh it’s been a while’, you know exactly what you do!” Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.
“You know what I am, you know exactly who I am.” He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil ol’ him.
“You are such a piece of shit you know that?”
Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.
“You are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?” He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.
“You taste so good.” He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.
“You know I’m trouble, you know I’m no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..” he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.
“You hate me so much because I’m all you want.”
Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know he’s right. Your heart tugs when he’s near.
“I’m all you need, you want me to survive. Think I’m going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?” He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because you’ve already sold yourself one. You should’ve known by now you can’t change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.
Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.
Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor that’s coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. He’s so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.
“Talked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.”
You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like he’s knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.
“Go on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.” He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
“Oh my god.” You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.
“You are a fucking dick head.” You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.
“Awww I’m a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.” He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up
“I told you I was trouble, you know that I’m no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.
“Go on, tell me how much you hate me.” He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.
“Because you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.” Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.
“Go on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.” He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.
“I-I ha-hate you.” You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.
“Louder!”
“I ha-hate y-.”
“I can’t hear you!”
“I fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!” You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.
“Fuck Seonghwa, please!” You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.
“Fuck! Yes, yes yes!” His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt he’s cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.
Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.
“You are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.”
He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.
“If you want me again for round two that’s all you have to say.” He whispers against your lips.
“Oh please, I barely enjoyed myself.” You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.
Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is back…
“Oh..did I interrupt?” Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.
“Hongjoong! You’re back early!” Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.
Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.
“Fuck you Park Seonghwa!” You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.
“Seonghwa..” Hongjoong says quietly scolding him.
“Oh don’t you worry Hongjoong, she’ll be back!” He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.
“She always comes back..” he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.
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can you please please please please write perv best friend minho manipulating you into sleeping with him? like you’re his cute bestie and he just has to have you or he’ll be very sad and you can’t see him sad so you’ll do anything to make him happy
i love this ask so much, i stepped outta class to answer this too <3
perv bestf minho x female reader.
smut. cnc, use of pet names and nicknames like baby angel etc. roleplay, swearing, kissing, minho is a sneaky manipulative bitch (not really it’s all pre agreed and approved and mutually consented)
minors dni
part 2
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your best friend minho was obsessed with you. of course he was, had you seen yourself? you were the epitome of a gorgeous person. a literal goddess in his eyes. it didn’t help that you were extremely inexperienced, so cute and innocent when it came to anything sexual. it made him absolutely feral, seeing your doe eyes when anything sexual came up, how your cheeks would turn red because you had no experience whatsoever. he was obsessed with every minute of it. and every once of you.
it didn’t help that you were extremely careless with minho, walking around braless, pants less and what not less. he was your best of 15 years after all, you didn’t think you had anything to hide. but what you didn’t know was just how badly minho was affected by it all. seeing your breasts move under your hair, the outline of your nipples, it made him insane, being able to see it all up close but being unable to do anything.
minho couldn’t count the number of times he’d gotten off to your dirty laundry, to the pictures he’d drawn of you, to the expressions you made when you both watched movies together. oh of course he had to jerk himself off under the blanket you both shared as you watched the movie on your fridays off.
and this friday was no different, you both sat on the couch, an old romcom playing on the tv as you ate some popcorn from the tub next to you on the couch. you’d forgone a bra again, wearing a flimsy tank with some tiny shorts which practically did nothing, on your body, but did a whole lot to minho, who was doing everything he could to hold himself back from grabbing a handful of your perfect ass and squeezing it.
“i’m so cold” you whined and snuggled into his side, his bicep brushing against your breast and he teased up. while your eyes were trained on the tv, he shamelessly but sneakily checked your breasts out, oh those round tits, fuck, teasing him like a slut. he thought. he couldn’t take it anymore and placed his hand on your thigh, startling you a little. “min?” you mumbled and he sighed. “shhh angel, min just wants to cuddle you” he cooed and you instantly relaxed, it was minho after all.
his hand slowly snaked up, now fully stroking your thigh and getting a good feel of anything he wanted. “um” you mouthed out when his hands brushed your panties, making you shiver. “what-“ you began but he placed a finger to your lips, “minho needs to cuddle you angel, won’t you let him?” he said with a pout, hiding the smirk at your blush.
your heart broke at that, how could you possibly say no to your minho? so you nodded and spread your legs, letting him touch what he wanted and in between, he picked you up into his lap, touching your cunt over your panties carefully and starting to place small kisses on your neck. “minho- that’s a little-“ you whined, closing your eyes at the pleasure you felt and he couldn’t help but smirk, pinching your clit gently.
“but baby, don’t you want minho to cuddle you, touch you and be happy? that’s what best friends do angel, they make their friends happy, and do whatever is needed to do that” he cooed into your ear, licking it sensually ask you almost whimpered at that. “do you want min to be sad mm? don’t you want your best friend to be happy?” he pouted and said this in a gentle whine, knowing full well what it did to you.
this has you shaking your head quickly, this was your best friend minho, he needed to be happy right? whatever was needed from you, you would do it. “okay min, touch me please? be happy?” you mewled and minho smirked, pushing his hands inside your panties. “now that’s my good angel”
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Sufficiently Surprised | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley loves dirty quickies with his wife. Between his work schedule and yours, that's often all there's time for. But when he rushes home from work on his birthday, ready and raring to go, he's in for a bit of a surprise.
Warnings: Fluffy and smutty and swearing
Length: 2600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
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Bradley checked the time as he hit the third red light in a row. "Come on," he groaned, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. He was sure you were getting ready to leave for work, and he wanted to get home in time to see you before you did.
Really, he was hoping to get there in time to do more than just see you.
He hated that your schedule at the hospital consisted of mostly overnights, because he selfishly wanted to spend all of his free time with you when he wasn't deployed. He was thinking about taking you nice and slow in bed, but there wouldn't be time for that right now.
When the light turned green, he zipped around the corner and pulled into the driveway next to your car. Excellent. You hadn't left yet. He jogged up to the porch, and when he opened the front door, he called out, "Baby, I'm home! You ready for me and my big dick?"
"Yes!" you called from somewhere in the house, and he grinned, already getting hard for you.
He was unzipping his khaki uniform pants when you rushed out of the kitchen with your bag and a travel mug of coffee. You set them down as Bradley lowered his pants and underwear to his knees. You kissed him and laughed softly against his lips, running your fingers through his hair and draping your arms around his neck.
His wife was always down for a quickie between work shifts. This was all part of your shared routine now, and he loved it.
"Did you have a good day?" you asked him, stroking your hand down his body and along his cock while he untied your scrubs and let the material pool around your feet. Then he yanked down your plain cotton underwear, and you bent slightly at the waist, planting your palms against the wall next to the front door.
You were ready to get fucked and go to work full of his cum. He groaned, taking your hips gently in his hands and thrusting into you. "I had a pretty great day, Baby. And it just keeps getting better."
You turned to smile at him over your shoulder. "I love to hear that." Then he was kissing you while he fucked you hard, filling the small entryway with the sounds of grunting and his thighs slapping against yours.
You moaned and arched your back while he palmed your ass a little roughly and went harder. Bradley could see the next door neighbor outside pulling weeds through the glass window pane in the front door. The guy across the street was getting his mail. Someone was out for an early evening run.
And he was fucking his wife where any of them could see if they happened to turn and look through his front door. It just made this even hotter.
"God, I love this pussy," he groaned as you took him so well. "You gonna cum for me?" he asked softly as you got louder.
"Yes," you whined. "Keep talking dirty."
Bradley smirked and reached his fingers around to your clit. He spanked your pussy while he fucked you until your cheek was bumping the wall between your hands. "You look gorgeous when you bend over for me. Taking me like a fucking champ, aren't you? Gonna wear my cum all over your thighs at work tonight."
"Bradley," you gasped, eyes closing as you enjoyed the build. He brought his other hand up to wrap around the front of your neck, tilting your face closer to him.
He licked your neck and whispered, "When we have a night off together, I'll let you wear it all over your pretty face."
And then you came for him. He rubbed his middle finger up and down along your clit until you were crying out and trying to stand up before he could overstimulate you. But he wouldn't let you as he grasped you by the hips once more and filled you up as he groaned your name. And sure enough, his cum leaked out of your pretty pussy as you stood up and turned in his arms.
You kissed his neck and chin softly, still catching your breath and making delectable sounds at the back of your throat. And now your perfect ass was on display along with your cum covered thighs, if any of those neighbors happened to be paying attention.
"I love you," he swore, his voice deep and raspy as you ran your nails along his scalp.
When you eventually released him to pull your underwear back up, Bradley enjoyed the sight of his sticky, white mess. Then you leaned up to kiss him as you tied your scrubs. "Dinner is in the fridge. Don't forget to go grocery shopping. I love you. And next time I see you, it'll be your birthday!"
Bradley chuckled. He didn't care much about that as long as he got to see you. "Have a good night, Baby," he whispered, kissing you one last time before you ran out the front door to get to work on time. He stood with his cock on display and his hands on his hips as he watched you pull out of the driveway.
Working opposite shifts definitely did have its perks; there was never a shortage of rough, dirty quickies in this house.
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The following afternoon, Bradley was ready to rip his hair out. Maverick and Cyclone were riding his ass nonstop. And now they had just assigned him two hundred pushups with Hondo for seemingly no reason.
On his fucking birthday.
There was definitely no way he'd manage to get home in time to see you before your shift started. He was only twenty pushups in when he started thinking about how cute you had looked when you got home this morning, just in time to wish him a happy birthday before collapsing into bed. And now he'd have to wait until tomorrow when you were both off work for the birthday blowjob you'd promised him. But that was fine, because he'd be able to actually sleep in bed with you for two nights in a row as well.
So he wrapped up his pushups as quickly as he physically could, and then Hondo dismissed him. He decided to skip the locker room and just head home to shower there. Maybe he'd go grab a beer with Nat later to celebrate turning thirty nine.
But when he pulled up to the house and saw your car was still there, a bright smile broke out on his face. He checked the time. Maybe he would only have the chance to give you a quick kiss before you left, but that was all he really needed.
But just in case there was time.... when he opened the door, he was already unzipping his flight suit.
"You better be fucking ready for me, Baby! Bring that ass over here. We only have twenty minutes before your shift starts, and I'm ready to go! Flight suit is coming off!"
But he was met with silence, and then you poked your head out of the kitchen doorway, eyes wide, gaping at him. "Bradley."
"What?" he asked, hand pausing on his zipper which was pulled down to the bottom of his black tee shirt. "What's wrong?"
Then you stepped fully out into the room, and Bradley saw that you weren't dressed for work at all. You had on jeans and a cute little top. And now his eyes went wide too, because Nat, Bob, and Mickey all popped up from behind the couch. And Mav was standing next to you now. And Jake was staring at him from behind the curtains with a look of amused horror.
"Surprise," you muttered, looking mortified and cradling your forehead in your hand. "Happy birthday."
"Oh.... shit," Bradley whispered, quickly zipping his flight suit up a few inches and silently praying that nobody heard him announce that he was ready to fuck his wife upon arrival.
"Happy birthday," several of the others said. Bob was blushing bright pink and Nat was doubled over in laughter. And then Bradley wanted nothing more than to vanish into thin air as Admiral Simpson and his wife strolled out of the kitchen holding hands.
"Happy birthday, Lieutenant Bradshaw," Cyclone said, smirking at Bradley.
"Admiral Simpson, Sir," Bradley replied quietly, forcing himself to make eye contact with his superior officer. "Mrs. Simpson." Oh, she did not look amused at all.
Bradley watched as seemingly everyone he had ever met flooded out into his living room and looked at him in shock or amusement.
You awkwardly clapped your hands together and loudly said, "Drinks and snacks are on the back patio! Let's all head outside!" But when Bradley made a beeline toward you, he almost yelped as you grabbed him by his flight suit and hauled him toward your bedroom.
"What the fuck, Bradley?" you hissed, closing the door behind you and looking at him with wide eyes. "Why did you say all that stuff?"
"Are you kidding?" He just stared at you in annoyance and gave you an exaggerated shrug. "I always say that shit to you on days when you're leaving for work! I live for the hot quickies until we have a day off together! You know this!"
"I'm not working today! I took the day off for your birthday!" you whispered loudly, yanking his zipper down again. "To surprise you with a party!"
"How was I supposed to know that?!" he asked, watching your hands as you pushed his flight suit off his shoulders.
You just stared at him for a beat. "That was so embarrassing!" you moaned softly as you closed the distance between both of you and kissed his neck. "I am completely mortified and yet so fucking turned on right now."
"Me too," he confirmed, pulling you close with his hands on your waist. "Now everyone knows we fuck like wild animals when I get home from work."
When you moaned, the sound had Bradley reaching for the button of your jeans while you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Not yet. You can unwrap your birthday present later," you whispered next to his ear as you rubbed yourself against him through his flight suit.
"Please tell me you're my birthday present," he grunted, getting so hard for you as you reached inside his suit and wrapped your hand around his dick.
"Of course I am," you informed him with a sassy smile before sinking to your knees in front of him. "And here's your birthday blowjob."
He was surprised you were initiating this right now, but he was not disappointed. Bradley ran his fingers along your cheek as you pulled his cock free of his clothing and kissed his tip. When you licked his precum from your lips, he reached around the back of your head to guide your mouth back to his cock.
"You sure are eager," you managed to say before you had a mouthful of his cock.
Bradley nodded and stroked your soft cheek again. "Been thinking about this all day." He smiled down at you as you bobbed along his length and sucked. "Oh, fuck. Slow down, Baby."
You hollowed your cheeks and pulled him free with a little pop that left him panting. "Gotta be quick, Birthday Boy. Don't want to keep our guests waiting."
He brought his hand around to the back of your head once more, and you smiled before he pushed himself so deep, he was hitting the back of your throat. You moaned around him, and he had to bite his lip and silently count to ten. He could hear everyone outside talking and laughing through the open window. He was a little afraid that if he wasn't careful, they might be able to hear him.
"I'm going to take my sweet time with you later," he groaned softly, dizzy as you worked him over so well. You looked up at him with those wide eyes, mouth full of his cock as he promised you, "I'll get everything I want out of my little birthday present. Coat you up with my cum."
You took him deep and kept him there while your eyes watered. He could feel your lip brushing his short, coarse hairs as you gagged on him. He was in heaven. His wife was a depraved angel.
"Fuck!" he growled, and then you pulled him free and started pumping your hand along his cock with one hand and dragging your fingernails along his balls with the other. "I'll cum, Baby. You know that's gonna make me cum," he warned, tilting your chin up so you met his eyes.
"I don't want to wait. I want it on my face now," you told him, jerking him off expertly.
"God damn it, we have company over," he moaned, and almost instantly he was cumming. Ribbons of his thick semen landed on your cheek, nose and lips and you smiled and giggled.
"I want more," you said with a grin, parting your lips as he spurted into your mouth. You swallowed him down and started licking the tip of his cock clean while Bradley dragged his fingers along your messy cheek.
"You're so pretty," he crooned as you planted your hands on his hips and licked his fingers clean. He collected more cum from your silky skin with his rough index finger, and you moaned softly as he fed it to you. "Just gorgeous. My sexy birthday present."
You giggled and licked him from your lips before you rose to your feet. "I need to get cleaned up," you whispered, rubbing his abs through his shirt. Bradley leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, tasting himself there and on your cheek before he pressed his lips to yours.
"Yeah, you do, Baby," he whispered with a smirk. "You're a fucking mess."
You swiped your tongue into his mouth and kissed him before turning toward the bathroom. Bradley watched the sway of your hips as he wiped himself from his mustache and licked his fingers clean. "God damn," he groaned, yanking off his boots and flight suit and changing into jeans.
When you returned from the bathroom, your eye makeup was a little smudged and you were wearing a permanent smirk as you took him by the hand and led him outside to his birthday party.
"This was at least half your fault. And now you're really going to make me go socialize with everyone?" he whined.
"You just came all over my face," you said, so matter of fact that he laughed. "I'm feeling a little silly about having everyone over now, too. But let's just deal with it."
"You can't surprise me like that again. Next time I might say something even worse thinking it's just you and me."
"Oh, don't worry about that," you muttered. "Absolutely never doing this again. No more surprise parties."
Bob couldn't even meet Bradley's eye as Nat said, "I didn't know it took fifteen minutes to change into jeans."
"It does at my house," Bradley confirmed with a nod, and you had to hide your face against his bicep. He kissed the top of your head just as Hondo strolled out through the sliding glass door onto the back patio.
"Rooster, sorry about all those pushups! But we needed to give your lovely wife time to get everyone in place. Were you surprised?"
Bradley snorted and said, "Yeah, I'd say I was sufficiently surprised." He leaned down close to your ear and kissed you. "And so was everybody else," he whispered softly.
You pinched his arm and muttered, "Never again," before you led Hondo toward the snacks and winked at Bradley over your shoulder.
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Hi suzu!!! It's been awhile since I opened tumblr, missed ur fics i hope you're doing well aadkakdk
UHM just now I stumbled upon your stepcest fic and i got a lil bit hooked on it 😳 may i request NSFW scara x fem!reader stepcest fic? But this time I would like the reader to be needy of his touch, if it's not too much of a request 👉👈
Ah you don't have to do this request if it's too much andjajdjjs thank you very much for your amazing works as always!
Stepcest. DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. Scaramouche x fem! reader. Smut. Fingering. Creampie.
Aww, thank you so much🥺
Scaramouche had been out all day, and most of the evening, doing whatever it was he does with his friends. You missed him. All you wanted to do was rub all over and worship him. You'd been wet and aching for him for hours.
As the evening wore on, you'd even changed into the skirt he'd said was his favorite to see you wear and removed your panties, keeping yourself busy until you heard his bedroom close when he got home.
Your heart pounding, you let about a half hour pass before you couldn't stand it anymore. You quietly opened the door and peeked into his bedroom, seeing him sitting at his computer.
"Scara, you are home," You greeted, climbing into his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, settling yourself into his lap.
Scaramouche could feel your arousal damp against his pants. His cock throbbed as he scoffed. "What do you want, pest?" He really wanted to bunch up your skirt to see if you really were wearing panties or not.
"I want you to cum inside of me," You replied, nuzzling your cheek into his neck, grinding down into his lap. You let out a shaky sigh, the fabric of his jeans creating friction on your throbbing clit.
Scaramouche put an arm around you, bracing against you to help you grind on his lap. "Oh?" He pressed two fingers to your lips. Your tongue flicked out to lick them.
"Mhm," You nodded, sucking a little on the tips of his fingers.
He had to admit, he'd stayed out later than he originally planned on purpose. As much as he wanted to come home and fuck his cock deep inside of you while he reduced you to a moaning, drooling mess. Taking your sweet delicacy and breaking it for himself, but he loved so seeing needy for him.
Scaramouche gripped your ass outside of your skirt, enjoying the needy shudder of pleasure when he moved his hips up into your grinds. "Strip yourself and get on the bed, go on," Watching you slid from his lips, he palmed his cock as you dropped your clothes to the floor and walked over to the bed.
You crawled onto his bed, resting on your elbows and angling your hips up. You swayed your hips to tempt him, hearing the rustling of fabric as he took of his clothes.
"You really were wearing no panties," He said, parting your folds to rub his fingers between them. "I can't say I am not enjoying what a needy slut you've become," He rubbed the pads of his fingers on your clit.
His degradation made your walls quiver around nothing. Your clit swelled and throbbed more. You couldn't help the moans that started spilling from your mouth. He pushed two fingers inside of you as you eagerly moved your hips back into his fingers.
"You enjoy having your step brother's stretch the walls of your greedy cunt apart, don't you?" He taunted, thrusting his fingers passed the knuckle and curling them into your sweet spot.
"Yes, yes, I do!" You moaned happily, "make me cum all over them!" You let out a whimper of protest when he withdrew his fingers, only for your legs to shake as he rubbed your clit.
"I thought you wanted to cum on my cock," Scaramouche teased, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers. His cock only ached more watching his precious stepsister fall apart for him.
You always let out the sweetest moans begging for his cock. He rubbed the head of his leaking cock on your clit to encourage you. "Please, fuck me full of your cum," You pleaded, reaching down to spread the folds of your cunt for him, sliding the head of his cock to your entrance to urge it inside of you. "I want my step brother's cock inside of me."
"What a precious slut," Scaramouche praised, groaning as he pushed his cock inside of you all at once. You let out a loud, relieved moan when he finally kissed into your sweet spot.
He set a slow, brutal pace, driven to fuck himself as deep as he could go. Your walls just felt too good squeezing around his cock.
The intense waves of pleasure caused your body to go limp submissively, you were surrendering yourself to him in the way you always did. You couldn't help that you were crazy about your stepbrother.
Scaramouche tightly gripped your hips, stroking his thumbs against them like they were the most precious things in the world to him. You were the most precious thing to him.
"Cum with me," He moaned, his hips snapping harshly into yours. Your walls gave one last squeeze around his cock before your orgasm washed over you. He let out a blissful laugh feeling your release gush around his cock, your shameless moans mingling with his.
Scaramouche let out a long moan, his body shaking as his cum ribboned inside of you, seeping out of your drooling hole. Pulling out of you, he was quick to roll you over on your back and pin you on the bed. You spread your legs eagerly as he put his cock between your folds again.
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GIVING THEM A HICKEY!
ft. satoru gojo, ryomen sukuna, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki & yuji itadori.
cw. cursing, suggestive content, aged-up characters, female reader.
#𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — as soon as he feels your lips trailing downwards, from his jaw to the crook of his neck, a huge grin crawls on his lips. he knows what’s coming, and he absolutely loves it. will even tilt his neck in such a way that it gives you more access to his throat—the more red and purple marks you stick to the pale flesh, the better. bite him a bit, will you? it’ll have the blood rush straight to his crotch. don’t be scared, go harder, rougher, use his neck as your personal canvas. in fact, why stop there? he has even more space for your marks on his chest. go on, decorate his abs. what’s that? it’s full? no matter, satoru has a beautiful pair of thighs all for you to use to your heart’s desire. do be warned, though. he will not cover them in any way. so, if you happen to go to the beach the day after, and you don’t want others to see your handiwork, well, guess you will have to keep your hands (and mouth) to yourself. satoru will never cover the hickeys you give him. why would he, when you gave them with so much love? important meeting with the higher-ups the next day? he couldn’t care less. he’s not wearing a high-collar. fuck, no. use him as you wish, he’ll gladly carry your lovebites and proudly show them off. and when they start to fade? you best believe he’ll be ready for you to add new ones.
#𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 — look at you. comedian of the year. did you really think you’d be able to give the king of curses a hickey? that he wouldn’t yank your hair back as soon as he feels your mouth open against the skin of his neck? stupid girl. you’re his to mark, not the other way around. your bravery amuses him, the sheer audacity of it bringing him a form of entertainment so big that it prevents him from scolding you. instead he shows you how it should be. when he’s done, your poor, bruised body will be littered with marks—and not just in the form of hickeys. while your throat will be decorated in pretty dark red and purple colours, your cute little ass will carry his bright red handprints. your hips are now stained with the indent of his fingers, and you could swear there was an actual bite mark decorating your thigh. sukuna knows control, but very little of it he uses on you. you were his to do with as he pleased, and this is exactly what you deserve after making such a silly attempt. in what world would it ever be right for you to mark him? it obviously should be the other way around. you know that now. though, when the marks he left start to fade, you briefly entertain the thought of trying your reckless action again. no, no, you would never...right?
#𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 — receiving one of your lovebites is a double-edged sword to him. while he absolutely loves the feel of it, especially when you’re straddling his lap, tits squished against his chest, and lips suckling on a piece of flesh. his fingers dig into your ass as he fights off the blush rising to his cheeks, all while praying you don’t notice the way his pants tighten considerably underneath you. you do, but you’re sweet and don’t comment on it. he hates the repercussions they bring, though. because while the marks reminded him of the love you brought him, they were also a source of relentless teasing. particularly at the hands of maki. it’s not as if he doesn’t try to cover them up! because he does! he tries so hard. but somehow he always fails :( always ends up with his collar slipping down and revealing the discoloured skin :( poor thing isn’t he? it’s not as if you pull down his shirt a little every time you come give him a hug & kiss goodbye before class. right? right? of course not, that would be ridiculous. ok, maybe you do, but your yuta was prettiest with his cheeks dusted pink! do you feel sorry? sometimes. but that guilt quickly washes away when he comes back to you, offering his neck once again. maki’s teasing long forgotten.
#𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 — a bad actor. and an even worse liar. will scold you when your nose bumps against his neck, will scoff when he feels your lips press a kiss to the column of his throat, and will grumble when he feels you carefully nip the skin with your teeth. but never will he make an effort to get you off him. never will he try to push you away, to have you halt your movements. megumi lets you do as you wish, never taking your hand off his cheek as you use it to settle yourself before going to work. he’ll complain, he’ll grouch, he’ll bitch about—but make no mistake, megumi fushiguro loves getting marked by you. a pink blush settles on his cheeks as you do, and his hands clench into fists as he does everything he can to avoid your eyes. your eyes that he knows are filled with smugness, shining with mischief, shimmering with the knowledge that despite his protests he would rather die than have you stop right now. so, go ahead. litter his pretty neck with fiery red hickeys. put your mark wherever you want. far away from prying eyes, in full sight; it doesn’t matter. megumi knows how to hide them well. and knowing that underneath those clothes, red-ish marks reside, marks that you left on him, and marks that only the two of you know about, is more than enough fuel for him to seek you out again once they start to fade. megumi loves your hickeys. but you’ll never hear him say it.
#𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 — the fact that you love him enough to mark him is worth more to him than anything else in the world. his eyes light up each time your fingers delicately cup his jaw, slightly pushing it aside so you can start nipping at his earlobe, down and along his jaw and finally settling across his collarbone. loves the way you nibble on his pale skin, the way you take it between your teeth and tug slightly to get the pretty dark colour you’re aiming for. toge indulges in your hickeys as much as he can, and will look at them in the mirror each time he passes one (if he’s alone, of course). doesn’t even care when or where you put them! his collar is up higher than any other person’s anyway, so nobody would even notice. it’s just something the two of you share, something safe, something exciting and something comforting. when the marks start to fade? he’ll be on you immediately. won’t directly tell you what he needs, won’t even tap his neck to convey it. instead, he’ll get clingy; playing with your fingers, pressing kisses to your nose, pinching the apples of your cheeks. you get the hint eventually. please mark him. as much as you can.
#𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈— loves loves loves getting a lovebite, the suction of it feels so nice to him and the fact that it’s you putting the cute little mark there is even better. will be all smiley and happy when you do it, soft chuckle and blissful sighs tumble past his lips. his fingers are in your hair as he holds you against him. you’ll pull back when he allows you to, and not a second sooner. yuji has a specific amount of hickeys he wants you to leave each time your face finds the familiar hiding place in his neck. and while he could tell you it, he greatly prefers to hear your cute giggle when he pushes your head back, muttering about how you’re ‘not done yet.’ he never tells you how many you still have to go after that. be a good girlfriend and stop when he tells you, yeah? will also absolutely forget you put them there the day after. especially if he’s late for something such as a mission or a class. throws his clothes on in a haste, not paying much mind to the purple blotches on his neck and collarbone. you do, though. and so does nobara. and you’re pretty sure even megumi is giving you two the side-eye. yuji doesn’t care tho. he’s happy, happy and all marked up. will only scratch the back of his neck for a few seconds, a sheepish smile on his lips, before he goes on with his day.
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Its mark lees bday (ystd) and i recalled the fact that mark says hes quite obvious if he liked someone, and the fact that i see him kinda obsessed with butts and all those videos where he groped members cheeks never fails to make me drool..... ah i need him in lyfe fr. Also istj♡
So thats why i made this smut based on those^ happy mark day<3
Your roommate is a famous jock, who is currently not home for celebrating his birthday at some party that throws just for him. Honestly, you didn't know it was his birthday until one of your friends that went there told you so. You're known as someone who doesn't like parties, although surprisingly enough, your mbti says that you're an extrovert, but you always find that you're too lazy to do the stuff.
So you're wondering when this your famous roommate will come home from his party, and think of something you could do for him as it's his birthday. He's home pretty late when he finds you watching spirited away in the living room.
"Hey, i thought you were asleep," he said. You munch on your popcorn and replied as your eyes glued to the tv, "hm, how's your party, birthday boy?" He chuckled and took off his cap, throwing it softly on the couch beside you, and heavily seat across from where you're sitting. He leaned back and spread his legs while his hand brushed his messy hair. "Cool, kinda tiring. Feels like my energy's being sucked," "well, that sound sucks." Both of you chuckled, he's so introvert for that (lol).
"I understand," you hum. "You know," you shifted on your seat, and as mark was clearly aware since he saw you in the living room; dressed so loosely only in your camisole (braless) and short pants, showing him a pose that makes you utterly look fuckable, you blurted out, "...do you have any idea what else that can be sucked at this moment?"
"What?" His tone was confused and he's kinda taken aback by your words.
You swear to god that teasing him is the most fun thing to do in this world. You laugh your ass off and brush him away, saying that you need to take a shower since you haven't done that today. I mean, why take a shower when you're literally at home all day?
"Since it's your birthday, why don't you tell me your wish? Or something that you wanted? Think about it while i'm in the shower." You wink at him playfully as you hopped into your room.
Mark's head is full of thoughts right now. He didn't know he would ask someone for giving him a birthday present, but he knows that he really needs that. He's thinking about it so hard as he cooling his head down in the shower too, until he decided on what he wanted for his birthday, especially from you.
Fyi, you can always hear when mark lee is jerking off in his room (or bathroom) when you're home. Of course, the wall is pretty thin and he's just too loud. So when you finished your quick shower and heard him in the bathroom, you knew exactly what he need the most for his birthday.
Later, you knock on mark's door, asking for permission to barge in. "Can i come in?"
"Uh-uh, yeah, sure," when you entered his room, you saw his hair is already half dry, and he is wearing a tight black t-shirt with shorts.
Holy moly.
Honestly, no one in the world would disagree that mark lee is hot.
You're making a bee line to where he stand beside his desk, and started talking next to him. "Sooo have you decided?" He chuckled nervously and started to act like an idiot. "Decided what?"
You frown an eyebrow, "your wish? You can tell me what you want for your birthday?" You reminded him. "Oh that, yeah, um-"
He placed his hand on his nape and be looking so awkward right now, but that's why you like him.
You bit your lips in amusement. Now it's getting harder to hold back.
You can't take it anymore and lean closer to him. He didn't even budge. "Mark.." you place your hands on his torso, and he slightly flinched at your action. "Tell me.." your hands caressing him down his abs, and stop at his groin. "Your wish." You whispered in his ear, and he swear he was getting goosebumps, his breath hitched when you place your hand on his center and gently cupped his bulge.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold up hold up," he's panicking as he points a pointless finger in the air, and you went crazy because of it. You're definitely a simp for mark lee.
"I-uh, hold up a sec, are you for real?" He's questioning instead.
"What do you mean?" You smiled at him. He's so adorable.
"I mean, why are you... i feel like.. this isn't it-"
"Mark."
"Yeah?"
"Just tell me, please? What do you want right now?"
You glanced at his boner and it's so fucking obvious. God it must be hurt. He has to quit playing dumb and ask for it when he knows he needs it more than anything.
"Fuck, help me with these," he gestured upturned hands right above his legs.
"How, mark? Tell me how do you like it, hm?" He has no idea how you had so much fun teasing him.
He got short-circuited again when you press your body against him and crane your head up, about to kiss him, "wai wh-" he backed off a little and placed his hands on your waist, both eyes finding each other as you hum before slowly close the gap between your lips and kissed him.
A short one. And then your eyes meet again, and he give you another kiss, this time out of his control. He basically pressed his face against yours, hands on your jaw before he put it all over your body and proceed to push you against the wall. You hang on him by grabbing at his nape and head, ruffling his hair into a mess. The kiss never breaks, he kiss you like he mean it, now he pressed his body on yours, and you can feel his big cock, hard as a rock. He's not that silent when kissing too, you can hear his breathy grunts and the fact that he's also a moaner. He tilted his head back and forth to kiss you at different angles, his tongue all over your mouth.
Both of you squirmed uncontrollably against each other when you make out against his bedroom wall, he squeezed your ass before he tapped your thighs for you to jump on him and bring you onto his bed.
He didn't waste his time pulling down his shorts and breathily plea, "suck me off."
You delighted hearing his request, overjoyed to finally have him asking for you to please him, "as you wish, sir."
You immediately take him into your hand, eyes locked with him as he winced, groaning when you suck his tip and swallow him into your mouth. When you started to bob your head, he throw his head back with a sigh, his neckline is prominent and his adam's apple bob deliciously.
You can feel your lips torn up because of how big he is, and you can feel the veins as you drag your tongue along his shaft. "Oh, fuck, that's it baby, you're doing so good," he hissed sexily and it almost made you cum. Embarrassing.
Considering how much you are already wet for him from just sucking his cock is insane. He face fucked you as he let out his honey moans and groans, every time you find his tip meeting the back of your throat and you felt like swallowing it, you try your best not to choke miserably on his cock.
"Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. "Of course, you can't talk." He chuckled as he mocked you. "You have to swallow it like a good girl, you think you can do that?" You nod your head eagerly. "Alright."
"Good girl." Every time he spits those words from his mouth, you felt your pussy clenching and it hurts.
His thrusts are getting faster and faster when warm loads run down your throat as he grunts loudly while throwing his head back again, then when he look down, you already gaze into his eyes and barely lick your lips, mouth full and smudged with his cum and your saliva.
"Shit.." he's savoring the sight before him for a while, and then he asked.
"Can i fuck you?"
You cracking up in front of him, it's not funny at all but-
"I told you, your wish is my command, baby." You started to strip and show him your naked body, prettily exposed on his bed, ready to be used.
"Fuck, isn't this my best birthday ever?" You laugh at him again.
"I know. Happy birthday, now eat your cake." You said jokingly.
He sneered and take his remaining clothes off, then crawl into the bed, and started kissing you from head to toe. He played with your tits, fumbled them here and there, pinching your nipples, nipping and licking. He sucked on the flesh just right above your chest, your throat, your shoulder, marking his mark.
"This tells that you're mine."
"Yours."
Your voice hitched and your neck arched when he lick your pussy, eating you out. You squirm under his touch and pull on his hair, only making him more passionate to giving you pleasure. He abused your clit and folds in the most delicious way that made you a moaning mess, the sound of him slurping your juices and his moan was making you beyond aroused. His tongue and lips find their way to clean up and suck every fold, fucking your hole. You whine when you feel like you're about to burst.
"Wait, mark, i wanna come around your cock," you asked him with a pout, and he can't really resist that.
"On your knees, pretty girl." You do as he says, eagerly arching your back and showing him your ass. He slapped it. Twice.
Mark rubs his tip sensually up and down your entrance before lining his cock to your pussy, he's doing that for a while, making more juices leaking from your core. But suddenly he put his cock between your ass cheeks then poked on the entrance, but never really thrust them. He's such a tease.
"H-hurry, please.."
"Hm? It's kinda nice to hear you begging like this, you know? What is it, pretty?"
"Please, mark, just fuck me," he never felt this victorious before.
He smirked and wet his lips, "gladly."
You moan as he rams into you, he picked up a steady pace as he fuck you from behind. He got your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drools are already all over your mouth and chin.
"Fuck, mark," "it's so good. So good, so good, so good," you cry over his cock, you heard him grunt heavily and he felt you tighten when he land another slap on your ass.
"Yeah? You like that, huh? Tell me you like it."
"I like it, i love it, ah-"
He's fucking you so good you felt like you're gonna cum soon. Your pussy keeps getting tighter as it swallows him, wrapping his cock like a gift.
"Are you gonna cum? Come on, cum around me, pretty girl," he squeezed and slap your ass, his thrust never faltered, bringing you into your climax. "Ahh- i think- i'm gonna cum, mark-"
The moment he played with your nipples, you lost it, you came so hard your vision got white as he keep thrusting into you, chasing his high.
"M-mark!"
"I know baby, i know, just, try to take this one okay, please,"
He pleaded. And you moan even harder. He piston in and out until you heard his deep groans as he cum inside you. Both of you were too immersed in the sex that you didn't realize what was just happened. He quickly pulled out though.
"Shit, i'm sorry,"
"It's okay. I'm on the pill anyways,"
When you glanced at him, he was breathing heavily, sweat covering his body, making him glow under the dim light. Mouth agape, hair's disheveled. Perfect.
"So.."
"So?"
"Uh, thank you, for the present. This is what i wanted from you. I guess.."
You smiled fondly at him. He has always been just a hot roommate to you although he's actually attractive in many ways, but you might really, really like him more than you thought.
"You know what?" You get up on your elbow, "you were always loud when you jerked off."
Oh.
Oh, he's freaking out.
"And that's.. with you almost every time calling my name.."
He's swearing in his head.
Mark lee, aren't you just too obvious?
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you get hurt ♡
a/n. the burn one … real life events inspired. although i didn’t put aloe vera i just googled it up for this drabble LMAO but like i got burnt month and a half? two months? ago and i still have a mark 😦 i thought it wouldn’t stay for so long wtf (i mean i still have it?? is it normal😭)
also it’s been ages since i wrote for my beloved tubatu i’m so sorry :(
┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]
due to your approaching performance at mama, you had to practice practice and practice
one day you forgot to wear longer pants and well, your knees felt like they were literally on fire - due to how much kneeling and sliding on the floor your part required
you literally looked like a zombie while wobbling to your boyfriend’s dorm after practice
and yeonjun is no fool. he’s been in situations like these and he can immediately recognise scraped knees
but he lets you sit down first and pamper you with kisses
after you two ate dinner, he gently rubs your thighs and lets out a deep sigh before standing up and going to get something
you watch him as he kneels down in front of you and slowly rolls up your sweatpants, just above the knee. you feel guilt sinking in your stomach but the look that yeonjun gives you is full of love.
“please tell me next time. or if you forget your knee protectors, i can drop them off. or give you mine” he hums and takes out something from the first aid kit he just brought “it might sting a bit”
it does sting. more than a bit. but the way your boyfriend gently, almost feather-lightly badges your knee is making you forget about the pain.
with a look in your eye and a boyish smile, he places a tender kiss on the top of the bandage he just put
“so it heals faster” yeonjun singsongs and softly rolls down the sweatpants’ material. your heart might explode any minute now.
in conclusion: you can’t fool him. on top of that, next time he’ll make sure to pack you an extra pair of sweatpants or knee protectors along with a sticky note with something absolutely adorable written on it <3
┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]
for your excuse you just woke up.
and walking down the stairs, yknow, it’s hard
soobin was making trying to make breakfast downstairs when he suddenly heard a loud ass bang and series of falling-down-the-stairs alike sounds
he rushed to check up on you and when he saw you, awkwardly half-sitting half-laying in the floor his heart dropped
but he let out a scoff before he helped you out
and that was your trigger >:(
“are you laughing at me?” you asked, voice creaking as you looked up at soobin. your glossy eyes made his heart break and he felt extremely bad.
“i didn’t mean to, i’m so sorry! please don’t cry, darling” he pouted but you didn’t listen, the tears streaming down your cheeks because of the pain. soobin rushed to the kitchen to grab a first aid kit.
he kneeled down and put plasters on your scraped knees and elbows, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs.
“please don’t cry” he murmurs and you sniff. suddenly he hugs you tightly and only now you realise that soobin is crying too.
yeah well that turns into couples crying session :”)
soobin takes care of your for the next three days
and makes a mental note to never laugh at you again… even if he really didn’t mean it
┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]
beomgyu was at home, preparing a surprise-romantic-dinner for you when he received a phone call from you
he got flabbergasted – you weren’t supposed to be home yet
“gyu don’t freak out” you started, voice calm.
“why would i freak out?” he chuckled, stirring your favourite dish in a pot
“because i tell you not to. you promise?”
“okay, i promise–“
“i may or may have not got into a car accident–”
“WHAT!”
beomgyu drops everything, turns off the stove and grabs the most necessary things as you try to explain everything to him
“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS! well, kind of, i have to stay overnight…”
“I’M COMING!”
you were watching youtube on your phone when the doors swung open. you saw gyu standing the the doorway, huge teddy bear in his arms and bunch of bags.
“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS? YOU GOT A BANDAID ON YOUR HEAD AND–” he started and you pointed at your arm, saying it along with him.
“and a broken arm…”
“–AND A BROKEN ARM?!”
“could you possibly stop yelling?” you laugh and take the opened bottle of banana milk “look what they got me though!”
beomgyu sighs and closes the door. he sits down next to you, tucking the teddy bear next to you. his worried expression makes your heart ache and you frown a bit.
“sorry” you mumble, looking down. beomgyu just cups your face and placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
“don’t be. although i was worried sick. also, i asked the nurses and i can stay overnight with you” gyu smiled sweetly.
he gets a pen and writes silly stuff on your cast
he’s so gentle when you sleep :( like, obv he’s clingy so he ticks himself (somehow) next to you on the hospital bed but he’s so cautious not to move your broken arm *sobs*
babies you until your arm heals and even after he’s attentive
oh and gives you a long ass lecture about getting into accidents (as if it was your fault😭)
┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]
taehyun is smart and you should have listened to him when he said not to run on A SNOWY PATH
but pop off, you didn’t #girlboss because during the snow fight you had with him, you were out of your ammo 🙀
so you ran to grab some snow
and well, you ended up slipping and painfully landing on your ass
you were so taken aback by the sudden fall that you stared at taehyun in disbelief while he laughed his ass off
you pouted and formed a snowball, throwing it at him
“don’t laugh at me!” >:(
tae shook his head and walked up to you, reaching his hand out.
“sorry baby. are you okay?” he asked, voice as warm as a cup of tea and you shook your head.
“it hurts” you mumbled and took his hand nevertheless. your matching mittens made you smile a bit but you were brought back to earth as a stinging pain came through your bones.
“but you can stand. it means you didn’t break anything which is a good sign…” tae started, looking at you carefully. your legs were a bit wobbly. you pouted and he couldn’t help but scoff “i know what you’re planning”
“but it hurts! and it’s not my fault that gym is like, your second home now!” you whine and tug his sleeve “please?”
“fine. but im not taking any responsibility if i drop you” taehyun sends you a grin before kneeling so you can climb on his back.
yeah well it was close because the sidewalk was slippery but you safely made it home
after coming back he did a proper inspection as you warmed up with a warm cup of tea
later on he gave you a speech but it was interrupted due to your question who won the snow fight
(it was him but he lied to make you feel better lmao😭)
┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]
you decided to surprise your boyfriend and bake him molang-shaped cookies
everything was going according to plan… until whilst taking out the cookies from the oven you actually put your wrist against the hot metal of the baking tray
you quickly put your wrist under the water and when it was stinging less, you continued on decorating the cookies
you put on a hoodie and hid the burn - you didn’t want kai to worry about it too much
but well… he came back home and obviously noticed the cookies, then smothered your face in kisses <3
you decided to eat them (after kai taking tons of pics) while watching a movie
you grabbed a cookie and moved your hand to your mouth, taking a bite. your sleeve shifted downwards due to your movement but you didn’t notice, too absorbed in the movie.
“what’s that?” you heard kai’s worried voice and you looked at him, confused. he sat up straightly, pausing the movie and gently took your wrist. oh.
“nothing, really” you said after you swallowed but his brows furrowed seriously.
“nothing? y/n, it’s a burn… wait… don’t tell me it happened because of those adorable cookies?” he gasped, trying to lighten up the mood but you could clearly see he’s worried.
“well, yeah…” you mumbled and kai just let out a deep sigh, standing up to get something “where are you going?”
“i heard aloe vera is good for that kind of burns!” he calls back and after he returns, you’re met with a gentle kiss on your cheek (and the cool of aloe vera on your skin).
he got so worried :(
please tell him next time <\\3
also watches if the wound heals properly and quickly!! kai will do a lot of research to help you as much as he can, even though you reassure him it’s not necessary
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Hi! I’d love to see this prompt with Steve
36. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
Maybe like a friend (people send nudes to their friends before they send it to a guy, right?) who’s name starts with S and reader accidentally send it to Steve instead. He’s always had a thing for her and after his reaction she forgets all about whatever douche canoe she was going to send it to before.
I wanted to write this as soon as I got in in my inbox! I need a little Steve in my life right now.
18 PLUS NO MINORS
Warnings: Modern!Steve, Thin rimmed glasses Steve 🫠, Sexting, Nudes, Dirty Talk, Masturbation.
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Word count: 2.6K
The vibration in Steve’s pocket was so loud in the quiet meeting room that his ringer could have been on. Stumbling over his words in front of the projector his fingers fumble to shut it off from the outside of his slacks. Succeeding he gives a quick apology before he continues going over the numbers from last quarter.
“S-so anyway as I was say-“ buzz-buzz-buzz
Cheeks turning crimson he holds a finger up before digging his phone out of his pocket, not expecting to see your name he opens the message quickly in case it was some kind of emergency. It wasn’t like you to reach out to him during the day, or really ever. No matter how much he wished that was different.
When he opens it a picture of your tits was the last thing he was expecting, let alone a second picture of your ass. Pants immediately starting to tighten his eyes widen behind his thin framed glasses before he fumbles his phone out of his hands, the small device hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Landing screen side up he scrambles to retrieve it before anybody else could see what he was looking at almost losing his glasses in the process. Hitting the power button he shuts it off before pocketing it again. Doing his best to think of anything to get his mind off of how much better you look then all of his fantasies combined.
“Everything okay Harrington?”
Clearing his throat he runs a shaky hand through his unruly hair before pulling at the collar of his shirt. The perfect temperature in the room suddenly becoming sweltering, he can feel the beads of sweat drip down his forehead.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m good.” Shaking his head he refocuses on the PowerPoint and not the zipper of his slacks pressing into the half chub he was now sporting.
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“I sent them to you like twenty minutes ago Stacy did you get them?” Looking at yourself in the full length mirror you try to decide if the dress you were wearing was too short for a first date.
“Well if you sent them, I never got them.” Your friend hummed on the other line, the sound of keyboard clicking in the background told you she wasn’t really paying attention.
Rolling your eyes you pull your phone from your ear to put her on speaker phone. Swiping up to your messages you read the name at the top of your screen five times before you really let the panic set in.
Steve.
Steve not Stacy.
“Oh my god, Jesus Christ.” Feeling like you might hyperventilate you drop your phone like it just seared off your skin.
“What? What’s going on? Did you hurt yourself again?” Stacy’s panicked voice breaks through the small speaker of your phone.
Ignoring her jab at your clumsiness you start to pace around your room. Hand on your hip and the other on your forehead you close your eyes trying to calm your breathing.
“No, much worse. I sent those pictures to STEVE Stacy, I sent them to fucking Harrington. A picture of my tits followed by a picture of my ass.” Stopping in the center of your room you let your hands drop to your sides staring up at the ceiling willing some way to either disappear or turn back time. You knew neither one would be possible.
Stacy is silent for a moment before her loud cackle echos through your room, speaker crackling, you huff loudly before dropping to the floor snatching your phone back.
“It’s not funny Stacy, Friday movie nights at Robin’s are going to be so awkward now.” Groaning loudly you flop yourself back on the soft carpet.
“Please, that boy’s been drooling over you for months. You probably just made his whole life.” Snickering you hear the sound of her door bell ring queuing her time to leave you wallowing in your embarrassment. “I gotta go, but it’s gonna be fine. I’m sure he’ll be too awkward to say anything anyway.”
Grumbling you pinch your eyes closed “I hope you’re right.”
Hanging up you let your phone drop to your chest thinking of all the different ways you could explain yourself to him. Part of your mortification was your own crush that had developed on him, not wanting to ruin the friend group you always just pushed it aside. The thought of going the honesty route crossed your mind, but the dinging notification on your phone brings all your anxiety roaring back to life.
Taking a deep breath you count to three before peaking at the screen. Steve’s name flashes and it makes your stomach drop, Stacy was clearly wrong.
Steve Harrington: Did you mean to send those to me?
Silently debating on whether you should expose yourself or not you decide to go the simpler route. Deny, deny, deny. Who cares if the pictures were sitting there in front of you clear as day. You make your own reality right?
You: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Pressing send more aggressively then you needed to, you place the screen face down on your chest. Eyes to the ceiling again you hope your denial is enough for him to drop it. Ding, ding, ding. Groaning loudly you lift your phone back up.
Steve Harrington: YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!
Yeah, he wasn’t going to drop it.
You: Look, it was an accident. Can we just forget it ever happened? I’m embarrassed enough as it is.
Sitting up you toss your phone on the bed before peeling off your dress throwing it to the already growing pile on the floor. Walking back over to the mirror you look at yourself, in nothing but your underwear as you try to see yourself through Steve’s eyes. Despite Stacy’s accusation of his crush, you always just assumed he was a natural flirt never thinking it was anything special with you.
The dinging of your phone brings you back to your bed Steve’s actual reaction waiting at your fingertips. Snatching it quickly you don’t bother to read the preview.
Steve Harrington: I kinda figured.
It was short with nothing to read behind it, maybe he wanted to just clear the air and you two could go back to normal. Phone vibrating in your hand there’s another message that changes everything.
Steve Harrington: That’s too bad.
Mind reeling at his response you throw your phone down like it’s on fire for the second time in five minutes.
“That’s too bad? That’s too bad?” Mumbling out loud you start pacing again, you weren’t prepared for this. Steve Harrington was actually shooting his shot.
He was probably sitting at that big desk he was so proud to get with one of those tight fitting button ups he always wore to work, thin rimmed glasses half way down his nose, his hair a hand tousled mess on top of his head. The image is enough to have your thighs press together. God Steve was pretty.
Biting your nails you stare at your phone from across the room. Did you really want to open Pandora’s box?
In just a few quick strides your phone is back in your hand, thumbs hovering over the keyboard you take a deep breath before finally replying.
You: What if I was lying? What if they were for you?
Nerves shoot through your body like electric currents while you wait for his response. Back to pacing in nothing but your lace underwear the ding of his reply is quicker then you anticipated.
Steve Harrington: Then I would tell you just how fucking mouth watering you are.
Slick building quickly at his words, there was something about him cussing that turned you on even more. Always being such a gentleman you never saw this side of Steve before. Grinning stupidly to yourself reading his text over and over you finally flop yourself back down on the bed.
You: You’re one to talk Harrington.
Hoping that the compliment is coy enough your thumb hesitates over the send button before you finally just hit it. When he takes longer the five seconds to respond your mind starts wandering to all the worse case scenarios but before you can go too far into your rabbit hole his name is flashing across your screen again.
Steve Harrington: You gave me a boner in front of all of my bosses. I hope you’re happy with yourself.
Snickering at the thought of Steve trying to conceal himself by shuffling around awkwardly, you decide that yeah, you are happy with yourself.
You: One of my proudest moments actually.
You try your best to imagine what Steve’s face must look like right now, is he biting his lip with flushed cheeks? Is he hard right now? How many times has he looked at your pictures? Lost in your daydreams it takes you a second to realize you weren’t getting a text you were getting a call.
Steve Harrington was calling you.
Staring at his name on your phone you chew the inside of your cheek, texting was one thing but talking about it? Out loud? That was a whole other thing. Despite not being sure if you were mentally ready for this your thumb slides across the answer button. Bringing it up to your ear you’re too nervous to talk first.
“H-hey.” He sounds just like how you feel.
“Hi Steve.” Your voice is sweeter then intended when it comes out but judging by the sharp intake of breath on the other side he liked it.
“I like how my name sounds coming out of your mouth.” Smooth like silk, the tone he uses only adds to your arousal, the wet patch on your underwear growing bigger.
“I say your name all the time.” Trying to hide how breathless you sound you start to trail your finger tips over the curves of your stomach.
“Not like that baby.” Its almost a whine when it leaves his mouth, and you can hear just how bad he wants you. “I wanna hear you say it again.”
“Yeah?” Laying it on thick, your voice picks up a few octaves.
“I want my name to be the only thing you remember how to say.”
His words have you rubbing your thighs together, your underwear sticking between your folds at the sound of his heavy breathing adding to your arousal. Cupping your breast with your free hand you tweak your nipple, the sensation making you arch your back.
“How are you gonna do that Steve?” drawing out his name you can hear the muttered ‘fuck’ fall from under his breath.
“First, I want to suck on those perfect nipples of yours. Twist them between my teeth.” Hearing him be so vulgar mixed with the work your own fingers were putting in on your sensitive nub had your eyes roll in the back of your head.
“A-and then what?” Voice cracking your hand starts making its way towards where you need it most.
“Shit- fuck. Are you- are you touching yourself right now?” Disbelief laced in his tone the groan he lets out when you give him a feeble ‘mmhmm’ goes straight to your core.
“Baby, tell me how wet you are.” He asks you the question right as your fingers meet your entrance, slick coating the tips of them instantly. Tracing along your slit with two fingers they settle on the small bundle of nerves nestled at the top, rubbing slow languid circles on your clit you suck your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from moaning too loud.
“I’m so wet for you Steve, I was soaked through my underwear before you even called.”
Exhaling loudly on the other end he lets out a breathy “Yeah?”
Moving your fingers from your sensitive bud you bring them down to your entrance dipping one in to stretch yourself out before working in the second one. The sudden fullness making you gasp.
“Tell me what else you want to do to me.” You moan “If you were here, what would you be doing to me.”
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers pretty girl?” The new nicknames fall from his lips so easily like he’s called you them all his life.
“Mmhm, I’m imagining their yours.” There’s a pathetic sound thats bubbles from your throat when you curl them up hitting that spongy spot that makes your legs shake.
“Good girl.” He hums, closing your eyes you imagine him sitting in his big office palming himself through his dress slacks under his desk. The squelching sound coming from the way your fingers move in and out of you becoming so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it on the other line.
“I bet you taste so fucking good, you wanna know what I’d be doing if I was there baby?” The desperation in his voice is enough for you to add a third finger, back arching at the new stretch.
“Shit, Steve.” Thumb hitting your clit as you push further into yourself you can’t seem to form any coherent sentences anymore.
“I’d bury my face in that pretty little pussy like it was my last meal.” Talking through clenched teeth you wonder how hard Steve has to be, mouth watering at the thought you’d heard all the rumors of his size.
“Mmm fuck.” Your hips push off the bed to meet the movements of your fingers, your thumb adding more pressure to the bundle of nerves. “What else would you do to me. Please Steve I’m so close.”
It sounds like a growl that leaves his chest on the other side of the phone, his heavy breathing rattling in your ear.
“After I make you cum on my tongue, I’d make you cum on my dick. God, you got me so hard baby. I don’t know if that little cunt of yours would be able to handle all of this.” Hearing Steve Harrington say the word cunt was enough for you to start feeling the beginnings of your orgasm, feet hitting the very edge of the cliff preparing for free fall.
“I want it Steve, I want all of it. Stretch me out, make me fucking yours.” Cock drunk off a dick that wasn’t even there, he already had you down bad.
Curling your fingers with each thrust and your thumb rubbing rough circles over your bundle of nerves mixed Steve’s soft praises on the other line was enough for you to finally fall over the edge.
“Steve, Steve, Steve.” Chanting his name while you clench tightly around your fingers, you drop the phone from your ear the muscles in your body completely giving out as the after shocks finally start to give out.
Laying there you try to catch your breath before you remember Steve’s sitting on the other side of the phone that was thrown across your bed in a lust filled haze moments ago. Picking it up you stare at if for a second nerves kicking in again now that all the sexual tension had dissipated.
“H-hi.” Your voice comes out shy when you finally work yourself up to talk to him again.
Chuckling lightly on the other side the sound is enough to ease your anxiety.
“Hey gorgeous. Does this mean you’ll let me take you out to dinner tonight?” Cheeks warming at his question, the corners of your lips turn up.
The date you’d been stressing out about earlier completely forgotten, you were ready to clear your schedule for the boy who just made you see stars without even touching you.
“Pick me up at 8 Harrington.”
Part Two
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Oh the lust-KNJ
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Genre/warning: dilf namjoon, forbidden relationship, smut,a little angst, a little fluff,age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, big dick joon, praise kink, nicknames, getting caught by his?, asshole fucking,this is just smut lolz, also, you're a screamer in this one,mentions of cheating.
Synopsis: oh it's so wrong. Wanting you is so fucking wrong but he can't help it. How can he when he's so drawn to your angelic features
Author's pov
"You look gorgeous,baby" you smiled a little shyly, looking at him coyly as he sat on the couch of his bedroom, his legs spread with his hand resting over his thick thigh. You didn't missed the way he eyed your body like a hungry wolf. As you stood in front of him wearing a pink skirt which came just above your mid thighs. Wearing only a pink skirt with a hairband of cute little bunny ears on the top of your head. "Can you do a little twirl for me,my dove?" His voice was deep and husky as he leaned back on the couch. You nodded whispering a small "yes daddy" as you eyed his very much noticable bulge before twirling around, making sure that he got a nice view of what was under the little skirt "fuck" he sighed, his hand going towards his bulge and he palmed himself through his pants, his voice heavy with lust as he mumbled "come lay on my lap pretty girl"
You bite your bottom lip, smiling softly as you strutted over to him with an unintentional sway of hips. Leaning down you pouted, and his dimples popped up as he smiled, kissing your plump lips making you giggle softly as you laid on your stomach, over his spreaded legs. Your ass up as your lower body laid on his one leg. You moaned softly as his large hand started kneading your ass, massaging the soft flesh and a shiver ran down your spin when he lifted the skirt, your glistening pussy now exposed to the cold air in the room. He groaned massaging your ass cheek softly before mumbling "can you be a good girl and count for me?" You eagerly nodded "yes daddy" wiggling your butt, relishing in his deep chuckle. You waited for the impact with a slightly tensed body. But it never came. Your eyebrows furrowed and you relaxed slightly before turning your face to look at him "daddy what's wrong- ah one!" A squeal left your lips when he suddenly spanked you hard, causing you to grip the material of his expensive couch. He chuckled before mumbling "can you tell me your safe word baby?" You sniffled quietly whispering "red,daddy" "good girl" he murmured before raising his hand and you gasped jumping when his hand came in contact with your ass again "two!" And this went on until you were flushed and pink with tears streaking down your face. But you didn't tell him to stop.
"T-thirteen daddy!" You sobbed holding his thigh tightly while he massaged your ass cheek tenderly. Being mindful of the red and bruised skin. "You're doing so good my dove. Just two more. You can take it can't you?" He rasped caressing your hair and you nodded Immediately, sniffling "y-yes i can daddy" "good girl" you perked up at the praise before the sound of skin slapping echoed loudly "f-fourteen!" Again "f-fifteen!" You cried out, slumping on his lap as he gently massaged your ass. You're more than sure that it's all red and bruised with his hand marks on them.
He gently picked you up, making you sit on his lap and wiped your tears softly "you did so great baby" "r-really?" You whispered with hopeful eyes and your face brightened when he nodded "so perfect. My good girl" "your good girl" you whispered to yourself smiling giddily but soon it turned into a sheepish one when he chuckled raspily "you ruined my pants baby. You got this wet just by getting spanked" you gaped at his expensive suit pants,a big spot of your arousal present on them and some of it had also dripped on the couch. "M'sorry daddy" you mumbled but your pout gives away that you're not one bit of sorry. He smirks,cupping your full breast in his large hand and you sighed out as he started playing with your pebbled nipples. "As much as i would love to play with these pretty tits i need to be inside you baby. Get on the bed" he murmured. The dominance in his voice only makes you gush even more. You stood up and started walking towards the bed hearing him groan lowly and looked over your shoulder. A small giggle left your lips when you realized he was staring at your thighs were your arousal was dripping down "you love knowing you make me crazy don't you" he grunted standing up and walking towards you with long and dominant strides as you laid on the king sized bed with your kness bend so that your pussy was on full view to his hungry eyes.
You watched him from your spot, innocently shaking your head with a smile. Your eyes following his movements as he yanked his tie off while clenching his jaw and poking his inner cheek with his tongue. Oh god you love when he does that. His dark eyes were pinned to your womanhood as he took off his suit jacket and shirt roughly, before taking off his pants along with his briefs and your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing up and slapping against his abdomen.
Namjoon is huge. He's bigger than any other dick you've had. Certainly a lot more bigger than his son. It always makes you wonder if he'll fit. No matter how many times he has taken you. You whimpered in want staring at the precum forming already. He palmed himself, his voice coming out with heavy pants with his eyes heavy with lust "turn around and get on all fours,dove and keep that skirt on" you nodded "yes daddy" and turned around getting on Your hands and knees, wiggling your ass. He inhaled sharply, getting on the bed and you jumped slightly when his hand came in contact with yout clit, a soft moan leaving your lips as he rubbed slow circles over your throbbing pussy. "Fuck. So fucking wet" he gritted, spreading your ass cheeks and a guttural groan left his lips when your ass hole came in his view. You squeaked and jumped when his finger suddenly started circling your rim. A gasp leaving your lips when his thumb applied more pressure on your asshole.
"Has your asshole ever been fucked, baby?" He murmured rubbing slow circles over your rim and you shaked your head moaning softly causing him to chuckle cockily "of course you haven't. Those little jerks who cum after 2 strokes can't handle all this ass" he growled squeezing your ass causing you to whimper softly "j-joonie need you please. Need your cock" you whined and he chuckled playing with your clit " 'course you do angel. Tell me pretty baby. Can i fuck this little asshole?" You gasped nodding eagerly. Why? Simply because you trust him. You trust that he would never hurt you. "Do you remember your safe word?" He murmured fondling with your folds and you nodded "red, daddy" "that's my girl" his girl. You smiled at the thought
He leaned down and you jumped slightly when he spat on your virgin hole. He bite his lip, slowly entering one finger inside you. You released a delicious gasp, your hands bunching up the sheets as he shushed you "is this good baby?" Although you felt a slight discomfort, it was starting to feel good as his long finger massaged yout clit too. "Yes joonie" he tched and you immediately apologized after realizing what you called him. "Take deep breaths for me babygirl" you did as he said, your eyes clenching shut when you felt another finger entering causing your body to tense up "relax doll" he murmured slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your asshole. You sighed as the discomfort started disappearing but suddenly, squeak of his name left your lips when he entered a third finger, slowly thrusting. And after a while, it was starting to feel good. "How does that feel little dove?" He asked calmly. You wonder how can he sound so calm and patient when he quite literally has a raging boner. Maybe because he's not like those boys of your age. Impatient and always in a hurry to finish like a horny teenager. Maybe it's because he's older and experienced.
"Feels good" you sighed moaning softly and slowly wiggling your hips to get used to the new feeling "think you can take my cock now?" He mumbled and you thought about it. Maybe you can. I mean there's literally three fingers inside your asshole so you can take his cock right? After a second, you nodded "you sure?" He asked once again and you looked over your shoulder whining softly "yes daddy please need your cock" he chuckled taking his fingers out causing you to clench around nothing "demanding little princess " not your fault. He realized that maybe he has spoiled you a little too much. Not that he minds.
He patted your butt once, before lining himself to your entrance. A shaky breath left your lips when you felt his tip running against you hole. And suddenly, a mixture of a gasp and a moan left your lips when his cock started entering inside your much tighter asshole. You definitely weren't ready to him. You realized as you felt his cock brushing against each part of your asshole. Filling you up to the brim. "Fuck still so damn tight" namjoon gritted, gripping your ass tightly with possessive hands as he slowly bottomed out before slamming back in causing you moan loudly as your body jerked forward. He bite his lip, his hips stuttering slightly because of how you were squeezing his dick so hard. But as he found a steady pace, he was anything but gentle, thrusting in and out ruthlessly as low groans and growls left his lips. A cry of his name left your lips as he thrusted in particularly hard, causing your arms to shake and you lost balance, your upper body no longer being supported by your arms, your cheek pressed against his pillow and your hands gripped his sheets with your ass up in air.
Loud moans were spilling from your lips as he fucked you ruthlessly. The sound of skin slapping increasing by the second as he gripped your ass in a bruising grip. "Fuck yes doll let me hear that voice" he groaned pounding inside you hard. Tears started running down your face because of the overwhelming pleasure. Never did you imagine that you would be here on your boyfriend's dad's bed. Naked and getting your body spilt in two parts by his dad's cock.
You still remember when you met him for the first time. Sehun had told you that his mom died when he was 16 years old. So his dad has been raising him alone since 6 years. You already felt so much respect for his dad. But as saw him for the first time, you didn't miss the way his eyes ran over your body. And you felt bad for liking the way he was looking at you. But soon you realized you shouldn't have felt so bad. Because well, you weren't surprised when you found out that your so called boyfriend has been cheating on you with his girl bestfriend ever since you both started dating. He has no idea that you know. It's been 5 weeks since you found out. And that was the reason you and his dad namjoon got this close.
It started with a little brush. How he'd brush his finger on your arm,how he'd pat your head. Of course he never touched you before when you were happily in a relationship with his son. But after you told him that his son has been cheating on you, the tension between you both started increasing. It was almost to the point that one day you caught him jerking off while moaning your name. You were a little ashamed of how wet you got just by hearing his moans. No he wasn't a creep. He would never touch you or do anything that will make you uncomfortable. He wasn't stupid you see. He has noticed the little signs you give him. How you'd stare at his fingers, his lips, how you'd clench your thighs together every time praised you for anything.
So the night when you caught him masturbating, was the first time you let him take you. Against the wall because he was too impatient. Having waited long enough he wasn't going to waste any time. He didn't even bothered to strip you down. You were wearing a skirt that day too. He just pushed your panties to the side and fucked you till you can't feel your legs. But it seemed like he wasn't satisfied after that too. Because you woke up to his face in between your thighs. Not that you minded. Your so called boyfriend was also fucking his bestfriend at her house. What started as just lust, started turning something more every time you let him take you. And you know he feels it too. Of course he was furious at his son. Cheating is a big no. So you both decided to him have a taste of his own medicine until he finds out.
You gasped moaning his name as his hand fisted your hair, not tight enough to hurt you. He moaned at the sight. You looked like a fucking wet dream. Cheeks flushed pink and pressed against his pillow, your eyes rolled back, his one hand was holding both of your wrists over your back. Your mouth hanged open as tears and drool mixed on his pillow. Fuck. "Gonna come my dove?" He panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as you nodded "yes! Daddy gonna cum-" "fucking cum" he growled and you did. Harder than you've ever before. You screamed his name as your high washed over you, ruining his sheets as you came hard. So hard that you blacked out for a moment.
His eyes clenched shut and his head lolled back as he felt his own high approaching rapidly. And just as he was about to come, the door of his bedroom snapped open and in came his son "dad can you keep it down-" sehun froze on his place, and at the same time namjoon moaned your name as his cock shot ropes and ropes of his cum inside you. Everything was silent for a moment other than namjoon's heavy breathing as he raised an eyebrow towards his son whose mouth was hanging open as he looked at you and his dad.
You opened your eyes hazily, only seeing a blurred image of your precious ex boyfriend standing there and looked at him with a fucked out smile before slurring out "hey baby..hope you had a great dinner with gina. Because i had a great time with joonie"
Namjoon snickered. Sehun left the room and made sure to close the door behind him.
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I thought of this in the shower earlier lol. So, yandere Wesker and a darling who may or may not have stolen his lab coat or jacket because they know that if they act out, he'll be forced to stay with them just a little bit longer. Even if he's mad at them, he's still there by their side for awhile, so it's fine even if they have to be punished. You think our smart, smart boy would be able to pick up on it?
[To be fair I didn’t intend for this to be nsfw, but it ended that way anyway:’)]
I think he would be kind of alright with you taking his stuff, especially when it comes to clothes as he gets very possessive and the fact you want some of him with you only boosts his confidence, on the other hand though - yandere Wesker, being an asshole he is, would surely use the fact that you did it as a good excuse to punish you.
He was getting ready to work, to leave you at home, all alone and terribly bored once again. He was in a good mood however, so as he was about to leave, he even wanted to seek you out just for a goodbye kiss. Before he could do that though, he noticed that one of his coats is missing, his favorite to be exact.
"Y/N?”
You peaked from behind the corner, blinking your eyes innocently as your body remained hidden. "Yes?”
Wesker’s eyes narrowed as he realized that you’re hiding something, scanning your face to get more hints and almost immediately he got the idea of what you’ve done. It was so clear, how you hid most of your body, how you tried to look innocent, eyes wide and a playful smile on your face. For a mere second he wondered if you’ve really stolen a piece of his clothing or if there was more to your flushed cheeks and the distance you purposely kept between the two of you, but he settled with the first option (he knew you too well).
"Don’t you have anything you’d like to tell me?” your boyfriend asked, but you only shook your head and disappeared to the other room, of course wearing his coat. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing he would go after you, maybe even chase you if you were to run, whether it was curiosity or anger he felt. And when you saw him behind you, you’ve decided that it’s really an excellent idea to run so that you’d waste a little more of his time.
Wesker didn’t say a word, he was pretty amused by what you’ve done. He took his time, since he knew quite well that it would take him barely a second to catch up to you. He waited until you were cornered and even though you looked really cute with his coat on (that was by the way definitely too big for you), he just couldn’t miss an opportunity like this. You wanted him to spend more time with you? You’ve got what you wanted, for a mere few minutes, but still - you’ve got it. He would come up to you, with a smirk on his face, taking you in his arms and telling you how good you look wearing it, getting you flustered, only to pin you against the wall, with your legs around his waist, pulling your pants and panties just below your ass so he could get enough access to your aching core, immediately sliding in the second his cock was free from its confines, indulging you in pleasure, fucking you quick and rough.
It was you who initiated it, so now you’ll have to take what he’s giving you in return. And god did you enjoy every second of it. Each of his thrusts forced a sinful noise out of you, your eyes watering at the pace he set only to remind you that each thing of his has a price.
He wouldn’t let you reach your climax, pulling out as soon as he found his own release. A whine escaped you at that and you hopelessly tried to reach out for him to get back, to hold you again, to fill you to the brim with his warm cock, again and again. But before you could do so, he was gone. He wanted you to be longing for him the whole time he was away only so that he could make up for everything when he comes back. And he would take his time then. But for now - he left you, full of his cum, with his coat still on, panting, legs trembling and cheeks flushed. He might miss it, though the way you looked in it, almost drowning, all warm and cute, he’s decided that one day without it wouldn’t kill him.
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Soft fluffy Dammon dating drabble? Maybe postgame in Baldur's Gate? - @aurasyn
Yesssss I love me some Dammon. I'm even writing Dammon x Reader for you. Because it's you.
You're standing outside Bloomridge Park, just at the entrance. Wearing your favorite dress, you pinned up your hair in a messy bun – cute, but not too much. After all, you weren't really sure if this was a date, or all in your head.
Dammon had asked you if you wanted to meet him for a stroll through the park two days ago when you visited him in his shop to check on him. He'd looked good, as most of his worries seemed to have fallen off his face after you'd destroyed the Netherbrain. That night you hardly slept, tossing and turning in your bed trying to shut out the questions that were keeping you awake: Had he really asked you out or was that a catchup between friends? But then again, why had he eyed you with such intensity the moment he'd spotted you? Why had his voice cracked when he had asked you if you had time? Had it really? Were you just imagining things?
Well. You'll find out soon enough.
It doesn't take long for Dammon to stroll around the corner of the street, and you almost do a double take as you realize he looks different: He's wearing a dark gray shirt, several of the buttons undone, and you see the ridges across his chest peek out underneath. The pants he's wearing are of a thinner fabric than his usual smith gear, and your heart skips a beat as you wonder what his ass looks like in them. Then, you see it: He's holding a small present in his left hand.
"It's good to see you", his voice pours into your ears and down to your heart, that damned smooth sound you've come to crave.
"You too", you tell him, and there's a moment of awkward tension as you realize you've never seen him outside the smithie. Are you supposed to hug? Shake hands?
Dammon breaks the tension by pulling you in with his hand around your waist, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. When he looks at you again, he breaks into a confident but gentle smile. Oh. Yes. This is a date, alright.
"You look great", he continues as he offers you his arm to hook yours into as you walk through the park. "But then again, you always do."
This time you chuckle. "I've only ever walked into your shop dressed in armor, sweat, and occasionally blood", you protest. "Well, maybe except for Thursday."
He hums as you stroll through the shade of the big, blooming trees. Miraculously, Bloomridge Park did not suffer much destruction during the Netherbrain's attack, making it an even sweeter oasis in the otherwise wounded city. "You're forgetting that I not only see you walk in, I also get to watch you walk out."
The way his tone lowers at the end of his sentence sends a shiver down your spine, and you swallow several times before you even know what to say. From the corner of your eyes you see he's watching you, and oh, fuck, he can definitely tell you're blushing. But when you meet his gaze there is only sincerity.
"By the way", he switches the subject, and you half wish he wouldn't, now that you hadn't even replied. "I got you something." He hands you the little present, a small box unceremoniously decorated with a small bow. "That... you didn't need to", you object, but he shakes his head. "I know. But I wanted to."
When you open it you find an intricate silver key.
"I made it myself", Dammon explains. You take it out to inspect it more closely, and it is of excellent craftsmanship: small flowers, autumn crocuses, adorn the key. A small memory comes rushing in as you recall that you were holding an entire basket full of the flowers when you first met Dammon in the Emerald Grove. The fact that he remembers... your stomach twists.
"It's beautiful", you tell him truthfully. "But what is it for?" You've come to pause on a grassy spot, as secluded as anything can be in the park, and being here with him, alone, sends your heart into a stutter. The tiefling gives you a soft smile before taking your hands.
"I like you", he says, and you feel like you're falling right into those deep blue eyes. "This key... it's for my heart. It's yours. If you want it."
Your mouth falls open as you try to comprehend: he.... likes you. He... wants you.
"Yes." It's all you can bring out, and it's more than enough, as he brings his mouth to yours and kisses you. His lips are warm on yours, tenderly teasing you, as he sucks on your lower lip. When you break apart, you find yourself grinning wider than the whole sky.
Chuckling, Dammon lets out a small sigh of relief. "Good", he says, "that's good. Otherwise that reservation I made for dinner would have been a lonely feast."
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Summary: In which Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook see your true colors.
PAIRING: Hyungline x MC | Maknaeline
GENRE: PWP
RATING: 18+ ( you are in control of what you consume.. i am not a babysitter. )
TAGS: Foursomes, Cum Eating , Facials , Spanking , MeanDom!Seokjin , Dom!Hyungline , Poor Mankae :( , Plus-sized!MC , Degrading Names , Polygamous Jin & MC , Consenual Recording , Cheating? Not Really ,Bondage..
A/N: A little something because Chopstick Part 2 is still actively in the works.
The camera panned in on you; your hands were tied up behind your back, and you kneeled in the middle of the bed. There were a few shuffles before one of their Hyungs came into the camera kneeling beside you.
They watched his hands glide down and under your flimsy skirt, gripping a hand full of your chunky ass his other hand went to pull your shirt up over your boobs.
They almost drolled at the sight of your tummy. Watching your brown nipples go hard instantly as you panted and squirmed, trying to push back onto Namjoon.
He did allow it till another familiar tsking voice came from behind the camera. “That’s enough” Seokjin came from behind the camera, making Namjoon pull away from you.
You whined and grumbled, making Jin take a handful of your hair into his hands, stuffing his fingers into your mouth.
“You know Namjoonie let her get what she wants.” Hoseok giggled. Yoongi's deep hum in agreement from behind the camera made the audio shake for a second.
“That’s why she’s a brat now.” Jin removed his fingers from your mouth and shoved your cheek into the bed sheets.
Namjoon's hand went to the middle of your back “Come on baby arch, pretty for us.” You mewled and deepened the arch in your back and made a show of wiggling your ass to which Jin smacked your thigh.
“Don’t be such a slut” landing another hard smack on the insides of your thighs making a high pitched moan leave your lips.
“Fuck lemme have her.” Yoongi said as he walked from behind the camera, and that’s when the video cut to you with a face being decorated with Yoongis thick white cum, you tongue sticking out to catch whomever was next. Spilling over the wet and pink musle, you swallow happily eyes, glossy and makeup smudged.
"Good girl" Hoseok hummed, softening cock slapping your cheek..
PRESENT
The three maknae stared wide eyed pupils blown, dicks hard, and sweaty at there hyungs laptop. They didn’t exactly know about what type of relationship you had with their elders. You were married to Seokjin, and they’ve never seen much PDA between the two of you.
A while ago, they caught you making out with Yoongi, and they reported it to Jin, but he didn’t do anything about it. His response to it was unbothered.
"Thank you for telling me, boys." Then he returned back to working. Maybe it was an open relationship thing? but they’ve yet to see Seokjin with another woman. Their elder seemed rather disgusted and cold when it came to interacting with other women that weren't you.
Maybe it was a sharing thing? To repay their other hyungs for their contributions to Jins company.
They didn’t intend to find this tape, and it’s not that they were snooping around. No, they'd never!! it’s just you asked them to go get Jin’s laptop, and when Taehyung pressed it on to see if it was charged, boom, there it was.
“Boys?” Your flowery voice called, and Jimin was able to snatch the hard drive out and press the power button on the computer. “What are you guys doing?” You smiled, looking nothing like the woman you were in the video.
You were wearing a pink sundress with brown wedges. Your light makeup was intact, not running down your cheeks, and hair was pinned up pretty with small coils on each side of your ears. Face clear and clean, embodying a feminine sweet and innocent housewife, they wondered if you had freaky twin because they couldn't believe it.
“The laptop was dead so we were looking for a charger ma’am.”
“Oh! Well it’s fine then, I wanted to go out and get some more ingredients for dinner anyways” you waved at them to follow, turning on your heels to walk away. It took everything in them not to look at your ass as you walked away.
Later that day, the eight of you were gathered around the dinner table.
“Darling, did you go into my office today?” Jungkook choked on some of his rice, Taehyung and Jimin stopped mid chewing.
“Oh yeah! I had the boys go in to grab your laptop, but I changed my mind.” Jin eyed Mankae before turning to his wife. "Hm, I'm missing our Flash drive." That's when everyone stopped eating.
"Which flashdrive?" Namjoon asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose."The special movie." All eyes looked over to the three younger men who were sweating and shaking. Jimin gulped, deciding to be the one to speak up. "We didn't see a flashdrive, sir."
Seokjin eyed him carefully, then picked up his Chopsticks. "Hm must have moved it somewhere."
The tension loosened, and the three breathed as dinner went on again with you urging them to eat more.
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Ok hi so I saw that you wanted requests and I had an Idea so how about it’s the readers birthday and he treats her with everything and he is Ykyk all day with her bc it’s her birthday and she needs to be treated like a princess orrr if you don’t like that one maybe like she has bin super mad all day and having attitude without him and he just fucks it out of her the only reason I say that is because everyone and everything is making me mad rn
Surprise | Tom Kaulitz
you were woken up by soft kisses on your neck, you stirred and giggled because of the ticklish feeling.
“happy birthday, baby.” you heard tom’s deep voice say as he kept kissing your neck. you smiled, your eyes fluttering open.
he didn’t even give you the time to thank him because he stood up, “wait here.”
you waited for him on your bed as you heard noises downstairs, before seeing him come back with a tray, two plates on it with waffles, a coffee for him and an apricot juice for you.
your eyes lighted up at the sight, “thank you so much!” you said as he gave you your plate.
“no need to thank me, you just have to relax today.” he said starting to eat his waffles, “so what do you have in mind for today?”
you shrugged, your birthday wasn’t that important to you, “nothing really.”
“well, thank god you have me, i have all planned.” tom smiled cheekily as he literally inhaled his food.
you giggled at the sight of his full mouth, “and wha would that plan be?”
“well, we chill out until noon, we lunch, i’ll order take out since i won’t make you cook and you know that if i cook we could probably die. then, we will go to that escape room you wanted to visit during the afternoon.”
you jumped up when you heard about the escape room, a bright smile on your face, “the zombie apocalypse one? really?!”
tom nodded, “yeah, you wanted to go but i was always busy so i thought that we could go today.”
you literally jumped on him, hugging him tightly as you kissed his cheek repeatedly, “thank you! thank you thank you thank you.”
he laughed kissing the side of your forehead, “it’s not the end, after we come back from the escape room, we have dinner, so wear something nice and sexy.” he whispered the last part in your ear, squeezing your ass cheek.
you squealed at his touch, “yes! now let’s go shower!”
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after eating the chinese take out, you got ready to go to the escape room. it basically consisted in trying to find the cure for the virus without getting caught by zombies.
tom loved seeing you happy, how you were so excited while entering and how you were so focused on winning, even though you were about to get caught several times, infact if it wasn’t for him, you would’ve lost.
but still, he loved seeing your joy, it made his heart warm. he wanted to make you feel this happy everyday.
“i totally sucked!” you said with a sad voice before laughing with tom as you got inside your house.
“well baby, we won anyway. now go get dressed.” he spanked your ass as you walked past him, going into the bathroom first for a shower.
you got dressed with a long black dress, it had a high split from your upper thigh, the front had an heart shape while the back was completely open. you wore your high heels, jewellery, your black eyeshadow and eyeliner and you were ready to go.
you went downstairs, tom was already there waiting for you. he wore a black elegant shirt, something he usually never did, and of course his black baggy pants.
his mouth hanged open as he looked at you, “oh. my. fucking. god.” he commented and you blushed when he made you do a spin on yourself before placing his hands on your hips.
“you’re beautiful, meine schatz.”
your heart fluttered at his words, “and you’re handsome.”
you both stared at each other before kissing deeply, an intimate kiss that was about to become more if you wouldn’t stop it since tom pushed you against the wall and wrapped his hand around your neck.
“we’ll save it for later.” he blinked, before grabbing your hand and taking you to the car.
“okay so, now you have to wear this.” after awhile he said showing you a blindfold.
“uhm, why?” you asker ed furrowing your eyebrows.
“uhm, cause i said so?” he said sarcastically, “just do it.”
you did as he said as he parked the car. he left and went to open your car, helping you walk.
“where are we?” you asked as you heard the sound of waves and then the sound of wood under your shoes, “is it a pier?”
tom stayed quiet before stopping in his tracks.
“happy birthday, love.” he said one last time before taking the blindfold off you, revealing a massive yacht infront of you with all the people you loved on it.
“surprise!” they yelled clapping their hands.
you started to tear up, covering your mouth before turning to tom and hugging him, “t-this is beautiful. i love you.”
“i love you too, that’s why i did this.” he said stroking your hair, “i want you to feel this special everyday.”
you guys exchanged another kiss, this time it was sweet and tender, it described and held your love in it. your heart was full of joy, it could’ve exploded.
“c’mon love birds, get in and let’s eat!” bill yelled making everyone laugh.
you and tom walked towards them, beginning to live a beautiful night that you’ll never forget.
a/n: hope you like it! <3
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