#coming full circle babyyy

[macdenlover]

I GRADUATE TOMORROW!!!

[rhizogenes]

ᶜʰᵒˢᵒ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ,ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵈ : ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ, ᴺˢᶠʷ.

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Choso can't stop thinking about your soft lips.

The day you kissed him after he confessed was the day a lot of things changed, because he never felt the feeling of love before.

Even after months pass by, he still gets shivers and hearts in his eyes whenever he sees you doing just mundane things.

His obsidian eyes.... They hold a lot of affection.

"Choso babyyy!"

“Yes darling?”

He turns his attention toward you when you call out to him. He really loves hearing your sweet voice ...sometimes a little too much.

"Do you wanna go for a walk? The sky looks really pretty today! " He lifts himself up from the couch and heads towards you, circling his arms around your waist and hugging you .

“Great idea love...there is that park we haven't explored still...I heard that there are some swans .” he adds.

"Oh myy! We can climb to that small hilltop and have a nice view of the sunset too Chosoo!!" You snuggled against him, agreeing to the idea.

Choso hid his face in between your neck, taking in your natural scent and peppering few kisses . The thought of seeing the sun setting over the city with you , a goddess in his eyes sounds more than nice to him.

"Umm..I should probably change into suitable clothes...be right back love!" “Suitable clothes?” Choso enquires, confused by the statement. He glances down at your clothes and shrugs.

“You look fine to me darling..what are you changing into something a little more scandalous ?” he joked.

".....well...do you want me to?" you responded back smirking a little.

Choso’s cheeks flush red at your question. He wasn’t expecting that response, and he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt about it.

His eyes roam over your body as if he’s trying to imagine what you’d look like in “scandalous” clothing. A smirk forms onto his lips.

“..yeah...I’d like that..tell you what...go to our room and in the bottom left corner of the drawer , is a bag...wear that outfit and show it to me yeah? ”His response comes out slowly, as if he’s trying to keep his cool.

"Something tells me that we're not gonna go out for a while.." you whispered , silently enjoying the attention Choso was giving you on your neck ; him leaving hickies here and there.

"I'll be back with my outfit....daddy~" you said seductively, locking eyes with him. Choso’s eyes widened , blood rushing to his cheeks and down there ; tightening his pants in response to your cheeky words.

Anticipation is coursing through his body, and he’s silently dying to see what you looked in that oufit.

Few minutes later , you came out wearing a mesh lingierie set with plunging neckline, and a mid-rise thong . Choso looks up when he hears your footsteps. His breath hitches in his throat , his mouth instantly going dry.

“Fuck princess...you look absolutely delicious .”

His fingers ache to touch you, to feel the soft material of the lingerie against his palms. He swallows hard as he keeps looking you up and down, his eyes now clearly full of lust.

You teased him by slowly squatting down and began to slowly move your hips and ass sexily. Choso lets out another hoarse breath. “..You’re gonna kill me looking like that.”

He reaches a hand out and gently grabs you, pulling you up to him. “I’m having a hard time not just taking you inside right now..”

You flinched when you felt the material of the skirt lift off your skin and Choso smiled. He flipped the skirt over , revealing smooth skin covered by black lacy underwear. He felt himself grow harder as he fought the urge to rip off the remaining material and force his cock inside you.

Choso let his hand slide down and gripped your clothed pussy roughly , making you moan in delight. He smirked as he slowly rubbed the damp material with his finger.

You continued to moan and pressing yourself against his fingers for more friction. "Good girl." Choso praised as he slid a finger inside. You moaned as sense of happiness overcame you.

He slid another finger inside and moved them in a circular motion before thrusting them in and out with more force. Your back arched and moaned out his name as you tightened your grip on the counter.

"Choso~!" you cried out, "I-I'm going to cum!" stammering . Just as you felt you couldn't take much more, Choso pulled his fingers out of your soaking pussy. You whimpered as you felt his fingers leaving your entrance.

"Arch your back for me, kitten," He said in a deep voice as he moved his hands to your waist. You felt his hands travel to your bra clasps. Choso gazed at your soft beautiful breasts with stiffened nipples.

You felt her body being pulled down, and you turned your head to see Choso’s face between your legs ."Wai-" You were cut off by your own cries of ecstasy as Choso slid his tongue over your clit. You kept screaming his name while he continued to swirl his tongue over the bundle of nerves, enjoying the sultry taste.

Choso continued his sensual torture and glanced up at your pleasured face. As he anticipated that you were close to climax , he swirled his tongue around inside and gripped your hips before pulling away. He stood up as you looked at him in bewilderment. Choso pulled your legs over his shoulders before he rammed himself inside you.

You cried out in pain and pleasure, astonished by his size. Even though you guys fucked many times, it felt as if it was the first time again.

Choso stayed still, letting you adjust to his big hefty cock. "Fuck babe, you're so tight," Choso murmured as he slowly began thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Your mind was consumed with pleasure as you let out lewd noises.

Choso leaned forward and gently bit your nipple, tugging on it as he ran his tongue over it. You moaned , allowing your hands to pull at Choso’s hair.

Choso growled as he stood up straight and continued fucking you mercilessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He found your lips with his own and locked into a desperate, heated kiss. You pulled out of the kiss and panted in between your moans. "Choso, I'm going to -"

Choso cut you off with a kiss and bit your bottom lip. "Me too." He groaned when you squirted with your legs trembling violently.

Choso finished in a few more thrusts. He placed his hands on either side of your face and looked down at you with a softened gaze. You were still caught up in the high of your own orgasm as you shifted your gaze to his eyes and smiled tiredly.

"Lets stay in bed and cuddle my love...I don't think you can walk up to the hill like this" He giggled. You, who was half awake after being fucked out of their mind , looked up at him wondering if he was still the same man who completely destroyed your pussy.

" You know....next time ..we should try putting inside your ass.." he exclaimed while cuddling you.

You smacked him in the back as he laughed at your shocked face. " Can't help it babe..when you're this sexy and all mine" he said.

" All yours" you said as you let darkness take over you.

[changbunnies]

Crave, Final (18+)

♡ Pairing: Romantic Demon!Hyunjin x Plus Size Human Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: supernatural au, demon au, age gap relationship typical in monster fucker fics, some slight angst, more porn with plot <3

♡ Word Count: 5.1k

♡ Summary: "The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain." - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. In which Hyunjin, a demon from the nine circles of hell, finds himself impossibly infatuated with the very human he once set upon himself to destroy.

♡ Warnings: this is the final part! please read the previous parts before this one <3 part 1, part 2, part 3, supernatural abilities, mentions of dying and going to hell (nothing bad happens to reader i promise), hyunjin feels a lot of guilt over being a liar and loving reader, hyun's demon side makes its full appearance!, brief mention of blood.

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): we are going full on demon / monster fucker in this part babyyy, pet names (my love, lovely, baby, gendered language such as "good girl"), dom/sub dynamics with switch vibes, some more biting and marking, improper use of a tail :) take that as you will :), oral (m receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, creampie.

♡ Notes: i'm gonna be real with ya'll i worked so hard to get this out quickly cause a game i've been waiting for comes out this week and the internet is going to be dead to me while i play it fdfgdfgdf so if i'm a ghost for a while after this upload that's why!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Unsurprisingly, Hyunjin is first to awake despite having fallen asleep after you. Even without the exhausting pleasure gauntlet he subjected your body to, he would’ve woken first regardless; as a being who doesn’t require sleep, he doesn’t stay in that state for nearly as long as a human does. And even then it’s not a “true” sleep; it’s more like a meditative state, that surely did help give his mind and body rest, but was wholly unnecessary when it came to his ability to function. 

Given that he’s already forced the state once tonight, it’d be almost impossible to do so again as it’s simply not in his biology to do so. And despite himself, he still wants to linger; so he closes his eyes again, and though sleep does not return to him, he stays that way- holding you close, listening to your deep, slow breaths, his fingers lazily and softly tracing over your skin. 

The meditative state he’d been in for the last few, entirely too short hours did thankfully offer some much needed clarity to his racing mind. Hyunjin, grappling with the fact that he lost control of himself, carelessly (or maybe instinctively, unconsciously), bared his fangs to sink into your skin and mark you like a werewolf would his mate left him both ashamed and frightened for what would come next. 

It’s far from Hyunjin’s proudest moment, and never before has he had to grapple with the possibility of losing something important to him. There’s part of him that still doesn’t even fully understand why you’re important to him. He’s a demon for fuck’s sake- demons don’t fall in love with humans, they manipulate humans to fall in love with them. They destroy human’s lives for fun, they take and ruin and feed until their prey is left with nothing, and then they move on to the next person. 

And Hyunjin knew he was different from a standard demon, not just in physiology and intelligence but also in the way he approached life, but it still baffled him to realize just how different he truly was. He did the exact opposite of what other demons in the same position as him would have done; he could have charmed you for an easy fuck where you think you’re in love though he is a stranger and it would’ve been enough to satiate his need to have you. 

He could’ve avoided spendings months getting to know you, he could’ve manipulated you to suit his whims from the moment he formally met you instead of spending all his time to foster a real connection. He could’ve lied through his teeth at every moment, and while he certainly did lie, it was only ever necessary lies; he never, not even once, lied about something he felt or thought. Every glimpse into his personality, ideals, likes and dislikes were all genuine, when instead he could’ve just given you thoughtless answers that he thought you’d want to hear, never injecting his real self into the dynamic. 

But for reasons he couldn’t understand, he wanted you to love him- and not for some idealized man he crafted to meet your every need and preference, but to love him for who he actually is as a person. But.. he isn’t really a person, not in the way you are. Still, he followed that notion, and at every moment he was genuine; every look, every touch, every date and every gift- they were sincere admissions of a love he truly felt and wanted you to share, his proverbial heart being worn on his sleeve. 

It reached a point where lying to you ate away at him, but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. In what reality did it make sense for him to confess that he’s a demon and for you to be okay with it? And his mistake has forced him to confront that difficult truth much sooner than he had hoped to, has given root to the fear of rejection, loss, and unrequited love- human emotions he never expected to feel, that he thought he was incapable of feeling in the first place.

All he can do is pray that when he tells you the truth about who he is, that you don’t turn away and rebuke him. And how ironic it is for him to pray for something- to want something so badly that all he can do is plead to the higher power he’s supposed to be against to grant him this selfish wish he doesn’t want to let go of. Hyunjin has come to understand in his time with you that the relationship between humans and demons is more complex and codependent on his end than he would’ve initially given credence to, but maybe all it took to spark that epiphany was meeting the right person. 

And how foolish he is, to devote so much time and love to a being whose existence will only equate to a mere fraction of his own, who is fragile and weak and without lasting power. Maybe if he’s lucky, when you are met with mortality your soul will find him in his domain in the second circle, where your sins will go unjudged and unpunished for as long as Hyunjin remains at the top, where your eternity of “atonement” can be spent with him, where he’ll regard you as a queen of equal standing. 

Dark fades to light with the rising of the sun, and still he keeps his eyes closed, as if preventing them from opening would also prevent the reality that is fast approaching from coming to pass. Eventually, when the sun is high in the sky and brightly illuminating your room through your open blinds, he feels you stir, cautiously opening his eyes to the sight of you trying to blink away the sleepy fatigue that still maintains a grip on your senses. 

You offer him a soft, lazy smile as you wake further, clinging closer to him with a tight squeeze of your arms around his torso. How naturally you smile at him and hug him is both a soothing balm and cruel crutch that he knows will break the heart he isn’t even supposed to have when it is gone. Thankfully, in your sleep-addled state, you don’t recognize the looming dread that hangs over him, and he’s able to quickly shove it down to return your smile and plant a soft kiss to your face, reminding himself to enjoy his time with you while he still has it.

Pushing your hair out of your face as you wake up more, Hyunjin catches a glimpse at your neck, the speckled bruises and fading indents of his teeth becoming entirely visible. Well, all marks of his teeth were fading except for one- the two holes left behind from his fangs, the shameful evidence that he lost control of himself in a way he never had before. Broken skin doesn’t mend in just a single night’s sleep, and he knew the moment you touched your neck or looked in the mirror you would know they were there and you would look at the mark, at him, with either fear, confusion, or both as you try to comprehend how his bite would cause such a thing.

“How’d you sleep, lovely?” Hyunjin decides to ask so his mind doesn’t dwell and linger on your neck. “Good,” is all you say with a small, bashful smile, pink crawling over your features as you recall all Hyunjin did to and for you. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you slept so deeply, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget that feeling of ultimate bliss as your eyes grew heavy and mind drifted off comfortably. 

“You make me so happy,” you follow up, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a soft, good morning kiss. “Want to make you happy too,” you whisper against his lips before kissing them again, and his heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest because he feels it- lust, passion, desire, love. What starts as a small prick to his senses builds to an all encompassing tsunami the more you kiss him and entangle your limbs with his, love, love, I love you your soul radiates.

It’s all he’s ever wanted, all this time it’s what he’s been working towards and hoping for, and it shoots almost painful electricity throughout his every nerve ending- overwhelming, consuming, too radiant and bright and pure to belong to a man such as him, who isn’t really a “man” at all but an entity entirely undeserving of your grace. Selfish, desperate, shameful- he holds you as if he is none of those things, as if he doesn’t taint you just by loving you. 

You push Hyunjin so he’s flat on his back, rolling yourself on top of him, your hair tickling his skin as it falls over his face when you kiss him. His grip on your hips is tight, almost painfully so, but you welcome it. He’s so fucking hungry for you, he craves you so, so bad, and you meet that hunger enthusiastically, your hands ghosting over his chest and down his stomach, making quick work of the shirt he slept in. 

You suppose taking the lead comes naturally to you once shyness and subtle insecurity is dealt with, but you’d easily concede control to Hyunjin again should he have the desire to once again make you pliant beneath him. Your hips roll down onto his hardening cock, and the groan that escapes him makes your stomach flutter with countless butterflies. He nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, sometimes tugging before soothing the bites with soft licks of his tongue.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur- your nightgown practically ripped off of you by Hyunjin while you fumble with the tied knot of his sweatpants, both of you panting into each other’s mouths, every noise being muffled and swallowed. Wrong, this is wrong, selfish, you’re wicked, deplorable, the back of Hyunjin’s mind screams at him in stark contrast to the way he desperately paws at you, lust and hunger casting a fog over his rationality. 

But when he opens his eyes as you pull back for a breath, his eyes instinctively travel back to your neck, the mark he left on your skin expounding upon his building guilt. He has to tell you now- before the guilt eats away at him entirely, before he loses control of himself again, before he does something else he’ll regret. An almost guttural pained noise leaves his throat when you roll your lower body down on him again, fingers digging into the swell of your hips, his now bare cock becoming slick with your essence. 

“Shit, fuck- wait, baby wait-” Hyunjin breathes out, the most ragged and strained you’ve ever heard his voice. He can feel your passion and desire become background to concern and doubt, can feel your anxiety spiking as you cease your movements. Fuck, he feels so bad- but you have to know he’s not what you think he is, he won’t forgive himself if he doesn’t tell you now. “Listen, I-” Hyunjin starts, then swallows, and your eyes swim with care as you see him struggle, “I- your neck, its..” 

“Hyun, I wanted you to do it, don’t worry about that,” you tell him sweetly and softly, one of your hands grabbing his and rubbing soothing circles on it with your thumb. His heart squeezes once again, and he shakes his head, “That’s not it, I.. just feel it, or look at it, or..” You furrow your brows in confusion but do as he asks of you, trailing your fingers carefully over all the spots you knew he bit and sucked your skin.

You don’t feel much, at first- just a bit tender where you assume bruises have formed, some extremely faint indents of teeth, but as you get closer to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, you feel it and your entire body freezes. What.. is that..? You scramble to grab your phone from the nightstand, turning on the camera and flipping its view to see yourself, blinking as you try to process what you’re seeing reflected in the viewfinder. 

What the fuck? Slowly, in disbelief as your mind lags and struggles to compute with the reality of what you’ve seen, you lower your arm and let your phone fall from your hand. Are you dreaming? You feel like you’ve been transported to one of those YA vampire romances you read in college for fun- but that’s impossible, isn’t it? Things like that aren’t real, are they? There’s no way you’ve been dating a supernatural being for months.

Your next thought is that this is an ill-timed prank, though you can rationally tell it isn’t. And Hyunjin’s hand that is still in yours.. You can feel it tremble with uncertainty and apprehension, his eyes relaying a deep seated fear of rejection and.. Guilt? Guilt for what? Do you even want to know the answer to that question? You assume it’s related to whatever this is, whatever he is, but.. what is that, exactly? 

Hesitantly, you ask him, wondering if this is really your teen fantasy Twilight moment- stark naked, sitting on the dick of a man who might not actually be “a man” at all. “You may not believe me if I tell you, but I can show you,” he says quietly whilst cautiously squeezing your hand. “O-Okay.. sure,” you breathe out nervously, squeezing his hand back in support. Maybe this is a mistake, but seeing the utter anxiety he’s struggling with, you can’t help but empathize. 

If the roles were reversed, and you were an otherworldly being in a relationship with a human, would you be able to tell them? Wouldn’t you be scared of losing them if they knew the truth? And maybe you shouldn’t forgive him easily, regardless of what the truth ends up being, but you think you can understand what would drive him to keep such a deep secret. You’re still fucking scared of whatever it is, if you’re being honest, but you don’t want to believe that the Hyunjin you know is anything but the sweet, perfect, gentle boyfriend you’ve known him as thus far. 

All you do is blink and instantly the Hyunjin before you is different, as if a veil that was covering your eyes has been lifted to reveal his truest self. His facial features and hair are the same, recognizably Hyunjin through and through, but his skin has changed from a natural, honeyed tone to a deep, scarlet red hue. His eyes, in turn, are no longer a dark, boba-like brown, but instead an unnatural crimson.

Long, pointed ears like an elf you’d see in a fantasy game or movie, horns the same color as his skin protruding from the top of his head, curving gently until they point straight up. You can just barely see the points of his fangs between his parted lips, can see bat-like wings struggling to fit beneath him on the bed, as well a long, slender tail with an upside down heart as its tip. And his body, which was already warm, now feels almost impossibly hot, as if he has a dangerous fever coursing through him, with his nails now more like claws in their length and pointed edge.  

He’s.. still so beautiful..? You weren’t sure what kind of change you were expecting, and you still don’t entirely understand what he is, but he’s undeniably just as gorgeous now as when he was presenting himself as human. His form is reminiscent of the beauty found in the work of Gustave Doré, whose art Hyunjin had once praised and talked at length about; ethereal, otherworldly, mesmerizing-

Wait. Something clicks- the rumors of your apartment being haunted by a demonic entity before you moved in that you disregarded and didn’t believe in. The times you’d wake up from sleep and notice something had been moved, always slightly off from how you’d left it.  The presence you’d sometimes feel despite being alone, the sensation of being watched that sometimes lingered, but always seemed to go away when Hyunjin was at your apartment. His extensive knowledge of art and history that feels as if he lived through the era rather than just having read about it, his fluency in latin that goes beyond mere college study..

You’re in love with a demon. And you suspect that he’s known you longer than you’ve known him. “I’m sorry, I never wanted to lie to you,” Hyunjin breathes nervously after he sees understanding flash in your eyes as you put the pieces of his identity together. “I just, I.. became so utterly, impossibly infatuated by you. But I couldn’t just.. show myself, even if I wanted to. And I- I wanted you to know me, because I love you more than I ever thought was possible for someone like me.”

It’s hard to say whether or not you’ve been manipulated and misled to trust him, but you do, even if you shouldn’t. And you’ll have to hope God will forgive you for the sacrilege you’re about to commit. Squeezing his hand in a display of acceptance, leaning down to kiss him once more in a display of love regardless of the truth you’ve been shown, dedication to an act entirely unholy. Though, if Hyunjin is what will be waiting for you in hell, maybe damning your soul there isn’t so bad. 

You feel him positively melt with relief, soft apologies from him and acceptances from you rolling off the tongue. “Promise me this is the only lie, promise this is the only secret and I’ll forgive you,” you breathe and he affirms without hesitation, enduring promises of true love and honesty pouring from his lips. “We can even make it a pact if you want,” he says after a string of promises and you shake your head with a slight smile. 

If what you’re led to believe from media is true, if Hyunjin made a pact with you in which his end of the deal is to never lie to you, he’d suffer grave consequences for breaking it. “I’m choosing to trust you without that, so don’t break it, okay?” Hyunjin nods with a smile before you’re kissing once more, his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his impossibly hot skin. 

When your tongue enters his mouth, you curiously explore the point and feel of his fangs, and when he nips at your lips, the sharp point very nearly draws blood with each bite, the subtle pain utterly intoxicating. It’s not long before your lips end up swollen and bitten red, your tongues continuing to swirl and move together, your hands fervent in their exploration and demand to feel. 

Soon enough, he’s flipping your positions, your back now against the mattress with Hyunjin pushing himself between your legs, his mouth trailing gently over the marks he left the previous night. He sucks over the skin once more, deepening the bruises he’s already left behind, brightening them in color. It aches, and yet you tilt your head to the side to make his task easier, feeling him smile against your skin as his fangs poke at your sensitive skin.

He doesn’t bite down, not like he did last night- he doesn’t want to hurt you too much. Instead, his teeth scrape and taunt, the feeling of them enough to have you whining even without the bite. When he pulls away to look at you, your eyes are already pleasantly glazing over in a lustful haze, and seeing his fangs when he smiles confidently down at you makes you dizzy. He’s so fucking beautiful, sexy- it’s going to drive you crazy one of these days.

You jump slightly in surprise when you feel his tail slinking up your leg, wrapping around and hugging your thigh. And it’s when you look down to see how his tail looks wrapped around you that you finally catch a glimpse of his impossibly hard and leaking cock, so unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s big- much bigger than you imagine a human could ever compare, and just as deep and supernaturally red as the rest of him. 

You’re practically drooling at the sight, at the thought of having it in your mouth- would he taste the same as a human, or would his essence be entirely unique? Hyunjin has to hesitate from smirking when he sees you blatantly staring and curiously, hungrily licking your lips, the increased lust from seeing his cock spilling from you in droves. “You want a taste, lovely?” he asks with a charismatic, almost mischievous tilt of the head, his grin growing when you nod eagerly.

“C’mon then, love, ‘s all yours,” he says while uncurling his tail from around your thigh, standing up and letting you come meet him at the edge of the bed. You tentatively reach out to touch his cock, and fuck, it’s so heavy in your hands. Your hands look so small wrapped around him, your fingers unable to wrap entirely around his girth, and while usually both your hands are enough to cover the entire length of a cock up to its tip, Hyunjin still has much more than just the tip poking through. 

Long, thick, big, you’re not sure how it’ll fit in your mouth, much less your pussy- but you’re not a quitter. You start with kisses that turn into kitten licks as you rub up and down his length with both hands, looking up at Hyunjin through your lashes, eager for a reaction, for praise. He brings a hand to the back of your head, waiting for you to open your mouth for him. He carefully guides and urges you to take more and more of him in, until the tip is touching the back of your throat. 

It takes everything in you not to gag and choke, your eyes brimming with tears as you breathe through your nose. “That’s it, what a good girl, taking so much of me,” Hyunjin pets your head as he praises you, and he can see you pressing your thighs together, squirming and desperate to hear more. You want to take all of him in your mouth, but you recognize that’s an impossibility- so you settle for pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hands, doing your best to match the pace of your hands with the bobbing of your head. 

Hyunjin’s soft, breathy moans fuel you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to take control of the rhythm. You let out a squeak of surprise when you feel his tail snake between your legs, gasping when you feel the tip of his tail teasing your clit. “‘S good? You like that?” Hyunjin asks when you moan around his cock, another smirk gracing his beautiful, perfect face when you quickly nod. 

The combination of his cock down your throat and his tail rubbing your clit makes you dizzy, the pace of your hands faltering as your thighs twitch and tremble. Eventually, your hands drop to your lap, your nails digging into your palms as you let him play with your clit and use your mouth, tears falling as he holds your head while rolling his hips and making you take as much as you can handle. 

Determined now to make you cum while his cock is deep in your throat, he moves one of his hands to your chest, tweaking and pulling at one of your nipples, earning a muffled whine as your eyes squeeze shut. Your hands, no longer curled into desperate fists, now cling to his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you cry and whimper. Hyunjin is relentless on all fronts- from the pace he fucks your mouth, to the flicking of his tail against your clit, to the way he pinches and tugs on your nipples. 

“Gonna cum just like this, aren’t you, lovely? Go ahead baby, let go and show me how good you feel.” With Hyunjin’s permission, and a few more quick flicks of his tail against your clit, you’re cumming with a loud, but muffled cry, your nails failing to break the skin of his thighs despite how harsh you claw at him. You suck in a deep breath when he pulls out of your mouth, your chest heaving as you come down from your high and air returns to your lungs. Hyunjin showers you in more praise as he wipes the tears away from your eyes with his thumbs, subsequently leaving a lingering trail of kisses to your cheeks where they streaked your skin. 

He guides you to lay back down on the bed, planting sweet kisses to your lips once you’ve finished catching your breath. You can feel his cock, wet and still impossibly heavy, between your legs, and you want it in you now. “Hyun,” you start, a pout gracing your lips as you prepare yourself to shamelessly beg, “want you so bad, please, please, fuck me, I need it.”

You can feel his cock unceremoniously twitch at your pleas, a groan leaving his throat at your desperate tone. “You don’t have to beg, my love, I’ll give you anything you want,” Hyunjin says as he rubs his fingers between your folds, feeling how slick you’ve gotten for him. Truthfully, he should prep you more first, but you’re both so fucking needy for each other, and he’ll just have to hope that fingering you last night and making you cum again since then will be good enough. 

He kisses you and lets you squeeze his hand as he pushes inside, the stretch so much more intense than anything you’ve ever felt, so full that your eyes are rolling back before he’s even thrusting his hips. It aches, it stings, but it’s also the most addictive pleasure you’ve ever experienced, and you want all he has to give you, more and more, until you can feel and think of nothing but him. 

Hyunjin holds one of your legs, his tail once again wrapping around the thigh of the other, this time using it to keep you spread and open for him, allowing him to sink as deep as he possibly can. “Fuck, baby-” Hyunjin groans once he’s sheathed fully inside, your walls so wet and hot and squeezing him impossibly tight, “needed this, needed you so fucking bad, you have no idea.” 

“You too, needed you too Hyun, so bad,” you mirror his sentiment between gaspy moans and shaky whines when he finally starts pulling out, pushing back in one swift and fluid motion, building a quick, desperate pace. Despite the desperation however, his pace is far from sloppy- every thrust is precise, leaving you arching your back as your cries grow in volume, your nails digging harshly into his forearms. 

When he knows you can handle it, he fucks into your faster, capturing your mouth in messy, open kisses, your saliva mixing and pooling until it drips from the corners of your mouth. His grip on your thigh tightens, his fingers sure to leave bruises behind in their wake. Sweat drips from his brow, sometimes falling to your cheeks, and God, the sight is utterly mesmerizing- even as sweat drips down his face and sticks his hair to his forehead, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

And again he feels it, the utter love and trust pouring forth from your soul, radiant and perhaps undeserving to be felt by him, but it exists all for him nonetheless. His head drops to your shoulder, every emotion that he feels spilling from you driving him further and further into bliss, his pleasured moans dancing in your ears. “Tell me, please, fuck, please tell me-” Hyunjin practically whines, his nails now digging into the meat of your thighs as he fucks you harder. 

Tell him? Tell him what? Somehow, you think you know what he wants to hear, because it’s the very same thing that you want to hear too. “Love you, I love you, lov- fuck, love you so much,” you breathlessly spill the words between moans, and you hear Hyunjin keen, pleasure erupting from every nerve ending, the wave of love that you exude enough to drown him completely. “Lovely, my love, I love you, I’m gonna- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, tell me again,” Hyunjin pleads, desperate and urgent, his cock throbbing and twitching as he approaches his own high. 

You do just as he asks, stuttering out endless “I love you”s until you’re both cumming hard, a blissful intensity that steals your breaths away and leaves your bodies shaking. His cum shoots inside you in long spurts, filling you to the brim, so much so that it spills out of you even with his cock still firmly pressed inside you. “Mine,” Hyunjin mutters as he kisses you, passionate and deep, no longer sloppy and desperate as it was in the throes of his orgasm, “my baby, just mine, aren’t you?” 

“Just yours, all yours,” you say, and he knows you’re telling the truth, can feel it with every fiber of his being that you mean it sincerely. It was surreal, realizing the truth about your boyfriend and loving him regardless of who he is and how he truly appears, but you don’t think you regret it. He cleans you up diligently, he helps you get dressed and makes you breakfast, he showers you in kisses and endless praise just as he always does throughout the rest of your day.

Because even though he may appear different to you now, he’s still the same Hyunjin you met; the one who dotes on you endlessly, who takes care of you sweetly, who spends hours talking and cuddling and listening to every thought you have. Though you can’t explicitly read emotion the way he can, you always know what he’s thinking and feeling- because with you he’s transparent, with nothing to hide and only love and tenderness to give. 

Maybe it’s wrong for a human and demon to be in love, but you like to think this is the happiness you were meant to have, that this is where you’re supposed to be- right by Hyunjin’s side, until your final breath and then in eternity, a love that transcends your human mortality. If there is one thing you are certain of, it is that spending forever with Hyunjin will bring you a love you’ll feel eternally- warm, gentle, and true.

hello, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed <3 i just want to clarify here at the end in case you felt any confusion or questions about demon anatomy while reading: hyunjin does have like, a physical heart that beats (he has to get his demon blood pumping through his body somehow!) but i imagine that demons don't have an "emotional" heart, because their heart doesn't react to thoughts, feelings, and emotions the ways ours does.

to help get this point across, in japanese they use 2 different words for "heart"- shinzou for the literal, physical, medical side of the heart: it's the word you'd use for saying things like "they had a heart attack", "i have heart disease", etc, while kokoro is for the emotional, feeling side: used in sentences like "my heart beats so fast when i look at him" or "wow that story really moved my heart"

so like. when hyunjin is saying things like "proverbial heart", that is what he's referring to- having an emotional reaction that he's under the impression he shouldn't be having. he is only just now realizing he has an emotional heart, and not just a physical one :') i hope that makes sense to you and i hope it wasn't confusing whilst reading gsdfgfd thanks again for reading <3

[miyuhpapayuh]

ZxL scene. (Outtake)

“Come on,” he says, opening the door, almost successfully pulling her out of the empty hallway, until she stops him.

“Wait!, what about our friends? You don’t think they’ll come looking for us?” She asks.

“Shit, let ‘em watch the show, if they wanna. I’m tryna get up in that,” he closes in the space between them, kissing the spot below her ear.

She giggles, recoiling from the sensation. “Stop... you know that shit gets me started.”

“I know! Lemme fix that issue, for you.” His second attempt to pull her into the bathroom is a success.

Locking the door behind them, he places her onto the wide counter and pulls her in for a kiss, making her completely give in.

Pulling away, his low eyes stare at hers. A smirk graces her lips as she runs a finger down his chest. “I know you didn’t bring me in here, just to stare at me.”

“You’re partially correct.,” he laughs. “I’m tryna fuck you good and I wanna see them sexy ass faces you be makin’, too.”

Giggling at him, she jumps down from the counter and tugs on his jeans. “Whatchu waitin’ for?”

Twirling her around, he thrusts her into the counter, making her moan. Roughly pulling her skirt up on her hips, his large hands roam her thick thighs.

“Mm., couldn’t resist, huh?”

“Hell nah... lookin’ at that ass in that skirt,” his heavy palm connects to her ass, reveling in the moan that leaves her. “I couldn't help myself.”

Assisting him in pulling her panties down around her ankles, she gets wetter at the sound of his belt loosening. His hardened length against her ass in no time.

Propping her leg up on the side of the counter, her back’s pulled flush into his chest as he enters her in one fluid motion, a coupled groan sounds.

Her bottom lip hangs as he starts off slow, his tip gliding over her spot, nicely.

“Ooo, fuck! Just like that,” her usual full tone, reduced to a low whimper.

“Like this, huh?”

“Yesss! That feels so good, babyyy!”

His rough hands gripping her full breasts, causing her to purr.

Wet kisses to her neck, one hand slides down to her clit, rubbing sinful circles that make her eyes shut.

Her hands brace themselves against the counter, as she bites back every full moan that tries to escape her full lips, and he wasn't having it.

Pulling her leg down and pushing her onto the counter, his hips snap forward, making her yelp and leak down her leg.

“Yeah, let that shit out.” He grunts, swatting her ass with his large hand, holding her into place with the other.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She moans.

The constant pressure of him hitting her spot head on was making her lightheaded. She bit into her bottom lip as soon as there was a knock on the door.

“Occupied,” Leon grits out, still driving into Zora’s juicy cove. Her hands were curling and flattening against the surface, simultaneously.

Once the footsteps retreat, he pulls her up a bit and licks the shell of her ear, making her shudder against him.

“Look at that pretty face,” he moans, making her eyes flutter open to lock with his through the mirror.

Every thrust stretches her so good, making her toes curl inside of her platforms.

“I'm gonna cum,” she whimpers, reaching back to latch onto the back of his thigh, sending him deeper as her eyes roll back.

“Cum on this dick, baby.”

Her orgasm hit and knocked the breath from her lungs, making him smile at the sight, grunting at that heavenly tug of hers.

“There it is,” he tilts her head back to kiss her forehead, keeping his hand threaded in her hair.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, biting back into her lip. Her chest heaves up and down, as his strokes slow to a soft grind, doing just about the same damage to her sweet spot.

“So fuckin’ good.. you feel so good,” he moans, wrapping both arms around her, loving the way her ass smacks back against his thighs.

“I'm gonna cum, again!” She whispers, losing it as soon as his lips find her neck, and he's having to stick his fingers in her mouth to muffle her lewd moan.

He barely concealed his own groan as his orgasm approached as well, his hips jerking as he released inside of her, prolonging her own orgasm.

Pulling his hand away from her mouth, as well as slipping out of her, he lets it travel down her neck as they take a minute to catch their breath.

“Ooh! Y'all are so nasty!, “they can hear Nique laugh from the other side of the door, making them both sigh.

Deciding not to respond, she covers Leon's mouth too, just in case didn't get the memo.

“It's fine, I wouldn't respond either. Ima get you later!” She declares, and the sound of her bracelets clinking together grew distant.

They share a laugh of their own, taking the time to fix themselves back up, not leaving out of the bathroom without sharing another sweet kiss.

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[moody4world]

All for you

A/N: birthday fic for my babyyy and apparently my first fluff for him too

I’ve been with Urban for about two years now almost three and it’s one of the best things that’s happened to me. Of course at first I was skeptical about his true intentions when he slid in my dm about 7 years ago asking if I wanted to do a photoshoot with him and his friends claiming that it was for a school project. I was gonna ignore it but then he offered to pay me and listen, what broke 17 year old would turn down some quick money? The photoshoot actually ended up being a lot of fun and that’s how I became friends with all of them.

Urban and I kept in contact the most out of all the other friends in our circle and as we got older our feelings became less platonic. However, i’m pretty sure he always liked me that way. He won’t admit it but i’m sure he did. Today was Urby’s birthday so I made sure I had everything planned out for him. Throughout our friendship and relationship he’s been so amazing to me and always caters to my needs no matter the time, no matter the place. It only felt right to absolutely spoil him on his 25th birthday. What better way to start his special day than some birthday morning head followed by some breakfast in bed?

After getting ready for his little birthday outing with his friends it was time for him to go. “Baby are you sure you can’t come with us?” I may or may not have lied about having an important work meeting to attend but in reality i took the day off so I could dedicate it to him. This whole day was my idea and this boy had no clue. “Yes i’m sure Urb you know how my boss gets” His plump bottom lip immediately started to jut out trying to persuade me to change my mind. “Stop that, if i’m done early, i’ll see where you guys are and i’ll come meet up with y’all. Does that sound good?” I asked him. “Would be better if you could just come with me but i’ll take what I can get. Speaking of things I can get, imma need a kiss before I leave” and he did not have to ask twice.

As soon as Urban was out of the house I started cleaning up the whole house, got ready and went out to buy a fresh bouquet of flowers along with some groceries to prepare our special dinner, candles and fresh flower petals.

Right when I was adding the last details to the dinner table my phone started buzzing indicating that someone was calling me. Once I grabbed my phone to pick up I noticed it was Urban. “Hey birthday boy, enjoying your day so far?” “ Yeah i’m not gonna lie I am, i’m actually on my way home right now to wait for you” “Okay baby I think I accidentally left the door unlocked cause I was rushing so if you can hurry home before anything happens that’d be great” “On it, alright i’ll see you when you get there” “I love you” “I love you too baby”

I got dressed as fast as I could and headed back downstairs just in time to see Urban walk through the door. His face twisted from confusion to his big adorable smile when he stepped on something only to realize that it was a pathway full of rose petals leading him to the dining table decorated in more petals and beautiful plates and candles. He looks up at me in adoration as I welcome him into my arms. “Happy birthday once again baby” I say to him as he sways me side to side in his tight grip. He pulls away and I hand him a nice flower bouquet and I could’ve sworn he was holding back tears. “You did all of this for me?” “All for you, love of mine” I answered as I nodded proudly. “You even got the jazz music going in the background I see you” “Only the best for my man, now let’s eat” “You don’t gotta tell me twice”

Once we were done eating we just sat and talked about his day and other things under the sun with my hand in his. “You’re so amazing you know that?” “You tell me often but your face is red as fuck right now you know that?” We both couldn’t help but laugh at his bashfulness. 7 years of knowing each other and we’ve been dating for 2 of those years yet we still had each other giggling and swinging our feet. “When the guys caught me stalking your instagram 7 years ago and dared me to dm you I did not expect us to end up here”

“So you DID have a crush on me since then!”

“I’m finally admitting the truth” He put his hands up defensively for a couple seconds only to hold your hands again right after.

“I got you one more gift” I bit my lips nervously not sure how he was going to react. Urban could feel my palm getting clammy in his. “You’re pregnant?” “I- what?! no” “Well damn it wouldn’t be that bad would it?” We couldn’t help but laugh at the turn the sentimental moment took. “No but seriously I really hope you like it…and….I hope you don’t get mad at me for getting you this gift” “Why would I get mad at a gift from you?” I only stared at him as I could see the gears in his brain starting to turn until an invisible light bulb went on. He seemed hesitant to say his guesses tho so it was only right I tell him what it is. I walk to the kitchen counter picking up a small gift box on top of it. Urban pulled his chair out from under the table beckoning me to come sit sideways on his lap and so I do.

With his arm around my waist and the other hand resting on my thighs I hand him the small box. “There’s no way this is what I think it is” He looked genuinely shocked without even opening it yet. “Well there’s only one way to find out” I shrugged. He opens the box and sees a familiar set of keys that he’s engraved in his memory for at least three years now. “No way” his jaw seemed to have lost its comprehension of remaining closed as he looked up at me in a way to confirm that his thoughts on what these keys are were true. All I could do was laugh at his reactions as I nodded to give him the confirmation he needed. “Yeah I got you the studio you wanted, no more paying other places to develop all those photos you be taking” Before I could say anything else I was pulled into a rib crushing hug and a chorus of “thank you’s” and “I love you’s” “I can’t believe you did this for me” He gave me a heated kiss that described all his emotions that words couldn’t. With our foreheads on each other’s I kissed his nose and say “All for you, love of mine”

urbanwyatt

Louisville, Kentucky

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urbanwyatt if we locked in, ain’t no switchin up. one of my best birthdays yet thanks to this one, almost got down on one knee when @yngotit pulled out that bouquet 😮‍💨

happy birthday to our baee

@harlowsbby

@heavyhitterheaux

@softtcurse

@nattinatalia

@neon-lights-and-glitter

@urbussy

and every other urban girly reading this🫶🏾

[oikawa-s-milkbread]

Pairings : Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader, Haitani Rindou x Reader

Warnings : choking kink, reader loves punishment, kinda smut??, foul language, not proofread, grammatical errors, incomplete ‼️

A/N : hi!!, this is my first fanfic. Bruh I don't even know if this passed to be called as a fanfic😭

“Welcome to vegas babyyy. I want you come and pay me. Give me the money, give me diamonds hmm hmm~~” you sang as you continue to dance and grind your butt to nothing.

After the long and tiring day, a nice and cold bath is what you needed, considering it was so hot today that you felt like you are cuddling with satan. You continued humming and dancing under the shower while scrubbing different parts of your body.

The song “Vegas” is stuck in your head. You can't get the song that you heard earlier out of your head and you keep singing it over and over.

'Is this what you called LSS??” you thought.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cold water dripping over your face, still humming and swaying your hips while touching your thighs like you're seducing someone. You were so out of it that you didn't even notice the younger Haitani sneaking in. You jolt when you felt a pair of warm hands on your waist. You opened your eyes and looked over at the owner of the hands. The one and only, Rindou Haitani standing behind you, butt naked. He smirked and starts smelling your neck. His hot breath made you shiver and you felt hot all of a sudden.

“What are you dancing for, doll?” His hands moved to your tummy and squeezed it, “You trying to seduce me?” you rolled your eyes and it didn't go unnoticed by the younger Haitani.

He pulled your hair to the side making you look at him, “What's this, doll? I warned you about that rolling eyes before, right? Or are you doing that on purpose?” his right hands went to your neck. His face was so close you can feel his hot breath. “Do you want me to be the cause of you rolling your fucking eyes all night?” your eyes widened and the thought of him fucking you all night while choking you like this.

Your pussy clenched at the thought, “mhmp, I'd like that, Rin.” his eyes went (☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠). He didn't know this but it was one of your many kinks. To be choked while being fucked raw. Even Sanzu or the whole members of Bonten doesn't know that.

He chuckled lightly, “You silly little fucking bitch, you are one hell of a woman” he turned your body and now you are facing him completely. His touch on your face is soothing.

“So, this is why this motherfucker is nowhere to be found and you're taking so long to shower, sweetcheeks” Sanzu appeared in your sight. He's still wearing his usual get up. Suit and his dress pant.

He went behind you and holds your waist, drawings circles using his long fingers. Heat made it's way to your cheeks and your big doe eyes widened when you felt a hard thing poking your ass cheek, “Fuck” Sanzu mumbled, “Stop grinding your ass on me, darling. I might fuck you where you stand, right here, right now.” his voice is hoarse and you shivered when a thought comes in your head. Imagining him doing that to you.

“Stop hogging her to yourself, fucker.” Sanzu sneered.

“Anyways, guess who has a choking kink, Sanzu~” Rindou's eyes went up and down while still looking down on you.

“Oh?” Sanzu looks at you and your eyes says it all. He starts cupping your breast and going down to kiss your neck. He gave your neck a long lick, “Ah!” a moan escaped on your mouth and instinctively, your hands immediately went upwards to cover your mouth. Rindou removed your hands on your mouth, his eyes full of naughtiness, “Now you're gonna get it.” he said before torridly kissing you.

'I am doomed' you thought.

A/N : Let me know what you think about my work in the comments! I do accept criticism so feel free to express your thoughts! Thank u <33

[tummytings]

“Baby, I ate too much.”

This is a little rough and couldn't get it quite how I wanted it, might clean it up later. Typed up with one eye taped shut lmao so excuse any typos please and thank you.<3

*~*~*~*~*

“Baby, I ate too much.”

I must look so ridiculous when you come in the front door to find me sprawled across the couch, reclined slightly with my legs spread wide, but I’m still just drunk enough not to care. My little white tank top doesn’t even stretch over my swollen belly. My jeans are on the floor in a pile, kicked inside-out. Along with the dishes and empties littering the coffee table, they tell a pretty clear story.

You leave your coat and boots near the door before coming over to sit next to me.

Your concern for me comes first but I can see you already looking flustered as I moan and arch in your direction, giving a little pout as I push my belly towards you. I reach for your hand and slip it under my shirt. An instant later my stomach gurgles loudly and I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment.

"Mmmm, baby, I have such a bellyache."

You turn to survey the messy coffee table. The empty box that still contained half a pizza when you left for work that morning. A bowl of crumbs that I normally would have dispatched to the sink immediately. A Haribo bag with no surviving gummy bears. A few soda bottles and the better part of a six-pack of hard cider, all finished.

“What did you eat, baby?”

"Well, first I had the rest of the leftover pasta,” I begin, slurring just slightly, “But then I remembered that we had the pizza.” I giggle as I gesture towards the table.

“But I think the combination made my belly upset, and I took a little nap. But then I woke up so hungry, so I finished the pizza and, um," I groan and squirm and push my belly deeper into your hands.

"And I was drinking, so I ate the rest of the tortilla chips," I add sheepishly, "with sour cream."

You continue rubbing my round, straining belly. It grumbles loudly as if it too is now remembering all of the things packed inside.

"Fuck,” I moan, cringing at the memory of food, “and the rest of the ice cream in the freezer. Fuck, I’m so full. I’m too full.”

You carefully slide your hand out from under my shirt before standing. “Let’s move you to the bed, baby.”

"Ooh, you're gonna move me?" I laugh, eyes glazing over slightly as I’m pulled to my feet.

I hold onto you with one hand, the other placed protectively atop my engorged belly. I’m full and tipsy and off-balance. Your arm comes around me, your hand gently cupping the side of my belly to keep me steady.

We reach the bed and I let you lower me onto the mattress. You tell me to lie back. It isn't a command but it isn't a suggestion either.

I lean back against the pillows, slightly upright, once again spreading my legs wide to accommodate the fullness of my belly. I let out small, quiet moans as I trace my fingertips lightly up and down, occasionally stopping to massage circles into upset spots. For a moment you just watch me.

"Babyyy," I whine, writhing and twisting my hips shamelessly against the sheets. “Please. It hurts.”

Finally you crawl onto the bed and settle in next to me. I grab your hand and push it against my belly.

"My tummy hurts." I look right into your eyes, my hand still on yours. I push it firmly into the swell of my belly and whimper at the pain.

I remove my hand and slowly you begin running your palm in big, heavenly circles over my belly. I moan, loudly. A burp comes up and it tastes like pepperoni and sweet cider. You kiss me anyway.

“Mmm, thank you,” I murmur sincerely as you continue working your fingers tenderly over my entire belly. Every now and then my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds at a time.

You switch to just the tips of your fingers, teasing softly just beneath my belly button.

I moan and close my eyes again, but this time I keep them closed. You skim your fingertips back and forth, moving lower down my heavy belly, feeling the deep gurgles and groans as you glide your fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

“Aww, baby, it really hurts, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” I whimper, nodding pitifully.

“My poor thing,” you say, slipping your fingers further into my panties and into me. “That must be why you’re so wet.”💜

[hwangsies]

[10:56 pm]

lee minho x female reader (smut)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, piv, choking, magic wand (vibrator) play, fratboy!minho i guess lmaoo, dom!minho, slight degradation, praise, a little daddy kink (idk it just happend ufbiskhbi), slight dumbification, overstimulation, multiple orgasm

wc: 2.1 k

enjoy <3

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You feel the buzz of the gin tonic you had ten minutes ago slowly make its way to your head.

The loud bass is pounding in your chest as you sway your hips to the music in the crowd that had formed itself in the middle of your boyfriends spacious frat house living room.

Wondering where the hell that boyfriend of yours was, you take out your phone to check if he sent you any messages, your body still moving.

As if on cue, a muscular torso presses itself into your back and a strong thigh wedges between your legs.

You gasped softly and clutch onto your phone.

“there you are” plump lips press against the shell of your ear, the whispers that are escaping them send shivers down your spine as a big grin etches across your face.

“I’ve been looking for you” your boyfriend continues, swiping your hair to one side of your neck, his signature grin detectable in his voice.

“I got here like 10 minutes ago” you lean your head back against his broad shoulder as his hands tighten around your waist.

Your lashes flutter and a shaky moan leaves your lips when his open lips press against your jugular.

“missed you” his wandering lips mumble, your hand reaching up into his brown locks as he grinds his hips into yours from behind.

“fuck- you did, huh?” you giggle shakily when you feel him get hard right above your ass.

Minho sucks the soft skin under your ear in between his lips and you feel his fingers digging into your hips; when you tighten your fist in his hair in response and roll your ass against his crotch he lets out a low growl.

The vibrations against your neck make you giggle and you feel your panties getting damper.

Releasing your skin with a soft pop, he twirls you around and steadies you with a strong grip on your waist.

“fuck” he mumbles before a smug grin tuggs at his lips and he leans down to roughly connect yours with his.

His tongue invades your mouth hurriedly as you cling onto his shoulders and deepen the kiss even more.

He had been away with felix and hyunjin to attend a dance competition on the other side of seoul and you didn’t get to see him for two weeks, until now.

One of his hands find its place underneath your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel how needy he is for you and it drives you crazy.

His groans are being swallowed by the intense kiss you’re sharing as your one hand moves down to clutch his shirt for dear life and the other one cards through his hair.

The adrenaline that minho triggers inside of you, rushes through your veins as your tongues roll against each others.

Once more, he kisses the corner of your mouth before travelling down your neck, his grip on the back of your neck holding your head angled back.

You moan when he starts sucking a bruise into your skin and lightly grazes his teeth over it, you’re loud enough for him to hear through the blasting music but not for anyone else.

He chuckles lowly at your heightened sensitivity, which comes with the heat of his body against yours, the alcohol and probably the fact of him not touching you in two weeks.

“seems like you missed me more” he quips and nips at the soft skin on the base of your neck.

“shut up, lets go upstairs” you manage to breathe out before his lips are on yours again.

“mm-okay” he grins against your lips, teeth clinking together and breathing heavily before he presses a last peck to your kiss swollen lips.

He grabs your smaller hand in his and leads you through the crowd before walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he lets you walk in before closing the door behind himself.

“I have a surprise for you” he grins.

“oh no” you chuckle “why am I scared” he rolls his eyes playfully before walking around his bed and patting his sheets, signalling you to sit down.

SO, you sit down and look up at him.

���okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands” he grins when your frown.

“c’mon babyyy”

“ugh alright” you give in, holding out your hands and closing your eyes.

“okay” he mutters before gently placing something heavy and long into your hands.

“open them” minho suddenly says, startling you just a little.

You blink a few times before your eyes fall onto the big massage wand with a just as big bulbous head in your hands.

“wha” your eyes flicker in between it and your boyfriend “is this…?”

He snickers and lowers himself onto his bed as well, leaning into you and kissing your lips.

“I wanna use it on you” he whispers, cocking his brows up when you just stare back at him.

“okay” you blush furiously, never before used something of this size nor seen in real life.

“would you want that?” he asks, gently caressing your waist.

“yea- I just don’t know if I trust this thing” you huff, at which minho places a kiss to your cheek before moving to your ear.

“do you trust me?” he pulls back to look at your face, taking the large toy out of your hand and placing it next to himself.

“of course” you smile before he presses his lips to yours again, making you lay back down as he hovers over you.

He is quick to tug your jeans off your legs once your lift your hips for him, his fingers finding their place rubbing over your thinly clothed core.

Your head drops back onto the sheets as he circles your clit “minho” you moan, grabbing his face to connect your lips again.

“fuck” you moan when he flattens his hand over your core.

“can I use it on you?” he whispers into the skin below your ear.

“yes” you exhale without second thought, your boyfriend grins and reaches back for the wand.

Resting the big round head on your thigh, he flips the switch to the lowest setting.

Already pretty strong vibrations tickling the skin of your inner thigh as he moves the head up and down your skin.

You moan when he gets closer to the apex of your thighs but he moves away again, teasing you.

“please don’t tease” you pout earning yourself a smooch on your lips.

“just because you asked so nicely” he grins, gently lowering the vibrating wand onto your clit.

Your thighs jump at the first contact, head getting thrown back as a startled gasp leaves your lips followed by a drawn out moan.

“oh my g- fuck!” you cry out, grabbing onto your boyfriend who’s by your side, holding your legs apart.

“tell me how it feels babygirl” he sneers.

“so good oh fuck!” your eyes scrunch together when you quickly feel your high approaching, the vibrations hitting every sensitive spot you can think of.

“m’ gonna cum” you whine, clawing at his shirt.

“already?” he chuckles at which you nod desperately, locking eyes with him.

“cum, baby, let go” he groans when he sees your eyes roll back and your toes curl in pleasure.

You cry out when your orgasm hits you, shockwaves rushing through your body as minho gently rubs the wand up and down your core.

You flinch when the vibrations hit your clit again “ahh-shit” you groan.

“I know you can cum again, doll” he mumbles, gently circling the big wand now.

“fuck” you cry out “fuck fuck”

“that’s it, good girl” he kisses your temple when your thighs start shaking.

“yes-yes” you chant feeling your next high bubble up in the pit of your stomach.

“cum for me baby” he mutters, too caught up in how ethereal you look.

Head thrown back, sweat clinging to your neck, thighs shaking and your pretty lips with the pretty sounds they make.

The knot in your abdomen snaps and you cum again, trembling with the power your of high.

“you did so good babydoll” he kisses you after turning off the wand and lying it to the side.

You connect your lips and kiss him hard, his hand soothingly rubbing over your lower stomach.

“you gonna fuck me now?” you look up at him with doe eyes and he feels his cock twitch in his jeans.

“of course baby” he grins “be good and take off everything yea?” he eyes you pulling your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra as he stands up from his bed, ridding himself of his clothes as well.

“how do you want me?” you ask when he crawls above you again, palming one of your breasts.

“hmm” he thinks out loud, lowering his mouth onto your nipple, gently suckling it when you thread your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“on all fours baby” he mumbles when locking eyes, he doesn’t miss the excitement in your gaze, grinning “sound good?”

You nod “yes”

He moves so you have enough room to turn around, resting on your forearms and knees and sticking out your ass.

“so perfect” he mumbles, smoothing his hands down your back and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“please” you wiggle your butt “please fuck me daddy” you whine, knowing full well what that name does to your boyfriend.

“fuck” is all you hear before you feel a smack land on your right butt cheek and his thick tip sliding through your soaked folds before pushing inside slowly.

Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted, his pace his ruthless.

His dancer hips not missing one beat as he snaps them against yours, leaning forward to press your whole torso against the mattress and holding your neck from behind.

Your cries are muffled but he feels how tightly you clench around him when he passes that one spot inside of you.

“you like it when daddy fucks you like this, yea?” he grits through his teeth, you can barely hear him over the sound of his balls smacking against your clit and your ass against his hips, not to mention your own heartbeat and moans.

Suddenly all friction stops and he bottoms out fully, leaving you clenching around nothing as a disgruntled whine leaves your lips.

Before you can look behind yourself, you get flipped onto your back.

The sight of your boyfriend almost knocks the air out of your lungs; his jaw is clenched, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his chest and abs are glistening with sweat.

“cant even answer my question, hm?” he grunts, resting on his shins and lifting your hips before pushing inside of you again.

“no” you pout, hands scratching at his neck.

“no?” he huffs as he picks up his pace again “to drunk off my cock baby? is that it?”

Your eyes roll back when he spreads your legs and thrusts into your further “fuck” you whimper.

“huh?” he repeats, grabbing onto your jaw and making you open your eyes and hold his gaze.

“yes, yes” you cry out “love your cock”

Minho releases your jaw in favour for the abandoned wand next to him, flipping the switch again and pressing it to your clit.

He hisses at how tight you get all over sudden.

“fuck!” you yell at the intensity, pulling at the sheets.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re cockhungry like this babygirl” he rambles.

“I love you “ you moan “love your cock- love you” you arch your neck when his other hand wraps around your neck.

“I love you baby” he groans, trying to hold off his own high but the way your walls suck him in and hold him hostage is almost too much.

“love how you get when I fuck you dumb” you lock eyes at his words, a cry tearing from your throat when he presses the wand harder against your clit and squeezes your neck.

“love it when you fuck- ah- fuck me dumb” you breathe, teetering on the edge of no return once again.

“yea?” minhos jaw cleches and his rhythm falters slighty, hinting that he’s close himself “you like being daddys dumb little baby girl?”

“yes- oh fuck yes” his words send you tumbling over the edge, you dig your nails into his forearm as you shake and cry out for him.

White pleasure blooms behind your lids when you feel minho twitch inside of you and release with a shudder and a drawn out moan.

He flops down next to you, switching off the wand before gently dropping it onto the ground.

“you good, love?” he looks over at you, flushed cheeks and a blissful smile on your lips.

“so good” your limbs still tingle when you turn to him.

“lets take a shower yea?” he kisses your browbone.

“alright” you sigh “in two minutes okay?” you suggest, snuggling into his chest and feeling your eyes droop, his warmth lulling you to sleep.

“yea” he holds you, his eyes closing as well “two minutes”

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a/n: its 3 am so i just know there are tons of grammatical errors and typos in there but hey here u go, ty for being so patient with me lol i hope you like this.

i was inspired by owen gray ngl (if you dont know who that is, go on inkognito mode and google him...thank me later skijisbejshdudbdobzf)

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Maybe, baby...

Date: 210405

Warnings/Contains: SMUT 🔞, fucking, impregnation kink, G.E.L 

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader

WC: 1002

NOTE: 1. Not to be mistaken for breeding kink with that slap & tickle. This is... pretty f***ing fluffy. 2. When I made the pic I thought these colours looked so good together and felt familiar - yes, I realised why 😅.

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"My eyes are closed", you assure him, carefully searching for the door frame with your hands. 

"I have to make sure you don't sneak a peek."

You haven't. Ever since you opened the front door and Baekhyun came rushing, hollering for you to stand still and close them they've been shut tight.

"Okay, okay, you can look now..!", he says excitedly. 

When your focus is back to normal you look at him in disbelief - but of course he would do this, they way you've gone on about those lanterns.

"Baekhyun..! What's that?"

"Is it alright? I didn't know exactly how you wanted them to hang…", he says scratching his neck, suddenly shy. 

"No, it's great, I love it. You just woke up and decided to get them?"

"I didn't know what to do with my spare time so I decided to fix at least one room", he answers, wrapping his arms around you.

"Of course the bedroom would be the one you care about…"

"Mm-hm", he agrees, kissing your neck and tucking his hand under your shirt. "Well, the realtor did say it's a great neighbourhood to raise kids…"

"Aah, that's what you were thinking of…"

He pulls down the cups of your bra, just enough to let your nipples out, and strokes them softly from his palm to his fingers. 

"Mm-hm, I was thinking we could make a baby. Thinking about spraying you full of cum now that you're off the pill…"

  With skilled hands he unclasps your bra and lets it fall to the floor with your shirt before you discard the rest and join him on the bed.  Bathed in the warm light of your lanterns, he looks perfectly beautiful; his dark hair brushed away from his equally dark eyes; his naked body, with his stiff cock between his legs. The brush of his thighs against yours, the tickle of the hairs on his legs, is as natural as it is common, but today there's a special feeling added to it.

  The anticipation is electrifying. Having your legs spread, only inches from Baekhyun's cock, his hands, so soft, on your waist and neck, at times squeezing a little, as you taste each other's lips and tongues. 

"So...do you want twins or triplets..?", he asks softly. 

When his hand reaches between your legs his breathing hitches.

"You're already soaked", he smirks and presses you down on his cock, sliding you along the length of it.

When you move back he puts his hand over it and shakes his head.

"Nah-ah… Everything goes in there", he says, nodding towards your stomach. 

  How he manages to make talking about babies sexy and talking about sex cute you don't know, but he does, so you willingly agree when he places you in front of him.

  You're eagerly arching when you feel the head of his cock drag against your pussy before it plunges into you. Baekhyun moans. Throwing a glance behind you, you see his eyes are closed while his mouth hangs slightly open. 

  He's not pulling at your hips or pounding your ass - no - he keeps an even clap, clap tempo, slowly building it up, making sure to coax out every drop he's got. You bend down to rest on your forearms, hoping the deepened arch and spread of your legs will make him lose his cool. 

"Babyyy…", he sighs, "...don't do that...don't put your ass up like that..."

It works. You feel him slipping out completely - then in. Out all the way, then in. He loves seeing his cock push into you from this angle, so he does it over and over, moaning and humming in approval. There's a renewed tingle with every entry and stretch, but it's too short. 

"I wanna feel you in me."

"I can't help it if you have the prettiest pussy. How beautifully you stretch around me…", he teases. 

"Didn't you say you wanted to make a baby…?"

Baekhyun stops inside you and guides your hips backwards, having you sitting on him as he himself sits down, embracing you. 

"Baby or not, you're always gonna be the sexiest woman I know", he says, circling his hips, kissing your back. "Mother of our tribe..."

You close your hand over his, ever thankful for  this love.

"I wanna see you when I come", he says in a thick voice, leaving a trail of hard kisses on your shoulder. "There's nothing in between us now."

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  His fucking is fast but not hard - he's not trying to split you in half today, he just wants to be, come, in you.  

He locks your lips to his, caressing your cheek,  before letting them go with a wet smack.

"I love you", he promises.

The slightest change in an inhalation tells of his orgasm. A nod, tender, almost desperate accompanies his smile before he kisses you again. "Shit, I love you."

  Burying his head in the pillow with a firm grip on your ass, his honeyed whines hits your ear in sync with his deep thrusts as his cum flows into you. 

  His warm chest is sticking to yours, his heartbeat knocking on you as you both try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up on his arms, a bit unsteady, and looks at your stomach. 

"I think it's too early to tell, B…"

He chuckles and grabs his pillow before carefully sliding out.

"Here", he says, putting it under you before laying down.

"I don't have to lie like this every time, you know."

"I know. But it's the first time, so...you know…"

 He's sweet; you know his neck is at a weird angle against the headboard, but he'll put up with it so you can rest your head on his chest without having to roll over.

"If it's a boy I hope he gets your brain and my looks", he says. 

"And if it's a girl..?"

He's quiet for a moment, then you feel a puff of air from his giggle on your forehead.

"Same." 

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champagne problems, ch.2

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Two: Cherry: The engagement party. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: mild cursing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, very angsty, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, this chapter is a lil fluffy, this series is going to be a real slow burn babyyy

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A/N: thank you all so much for the kindest feedback to the first chapter! i am so glad you liked it, genuinely it means so much to me!! you are all so sweet! 

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Things between you and the hazel-eyed doctor have been strange to say the least. On most days, Spencer would avoid you like the plague. He no longer came into work before everyone else, he no longer walked you to your car at the end of the day. Your conversations were not only rare but also short and most often work related. He refused to sit next to you on the jet, and stopped going out with the group for afterwork drinks if he knew you’d be there. 

Overall, Spencer didn’t engage with you at all unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Of course the team immediately picked up on the shift in dynamic between the two of you. Profilers profiled. Even though Spencer and you haven't officially said anything was going on, everyone knew. It was obvious. 

You were glad however that they all kept their thoughts to themselves. The last thing you needed was for everyone to get involved with something that was simply between you and the brunette doctor. 

“What’s this?” Spencer asked confused as you placed a brown paper bag on the desk in front of him. 

“It’s breakfast.” You replied. Shooting you a hesitant look, the brunette doctor opened the bag and peeped inside. “I brought you a scone. I baked them myself last night, and this one is for you.” You added shrugging your shoulders lightly while Spencer retrieved the pastry. 

“You didn’t have to. What about-” Knowing what he was about to ask, you cut him off. “Don’t worry genius, everyone got one this morning before you came in. This one is rightfully yours.”

Spencer looked up at you, and half-smiled. “Thank you.” You immediately smiled back. “Don’t mention it.”

It was a strange feeling, being this nervous around him. Even after your breakup, you remained close. The two of you continuously dangled on this thin line between less than a relationship, more than a friendship. To an outsider it was definitely weird, but it was unique to your situation since neither of you really wanted to break up in the first place. The circumstances forced you too.

Spencer was your go-to person for pretty much anything, just as you were his. Which is why his current cold shoulder hurt your feelings. 

Truth be told, you found his attitude to be quite childish and immature. Yes, how he was feeling about your recent engagement was completely valid but as selfish as it may seem in your eyes there was no need for him to completely cut you off. 

“Look, I know things have been odd between us.” You began, resting your body weight against the edge of his desk. “But I just want you to know that I-”

He shook his head. “Please don’t finish that sentence.” “Spencer...” “No Y/N, I mean it. I don’t want you to tell me that you will always care about me, or that I will always have a place in your heart because that frankly doesn't make me feel any better about any of this.” He stated. 

“O-okay.” You breathed and turned your attention away from him, breaking eye contact. “So I guess that’s it then? You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” You asked without looking back at him. 

Spencer didn’t say anything. What could he say? That he didn’t want to be your friend because he wanted more? He couldn’t say that. That would make things even more complicated because as far as you were concerned he already moved on. As far as you were concerned Spencer wasn't in love with you, so he couldn't tell you now after all this time that he was. 

Which is why he distanced himself these last few weeks. It was easier to ignore you, to not talk to you unless he had to. It was easier to pretend you didn’t exist because if you didn’t exist the pain in his chest was imaginary. 

“Fine.” You snapped your head back to look at him. “I knew that you wouldn't take my engagement well, but never in a million years would I have thought that you would act like a complete dick about it.” The tone of your voice jarring. “I know that maybe you’re hurting Spencer, but like you said we both moved on so honestly grow the fuck up.” You spat before walking away. Only once has he heard you speak like this, back when he decided to break your heart and end your relationship.

Spencer cursed under his breath; something he didn’t do very often. He sunk back in his chair, and ran one hand through his already messy hair before sighing. You were right. He was being a dick, but again it was easier. It was easier to be an asshole than to deal with the turmoil currently going on inside of him. 

Although it may not seem that way, the last thing Spencer wanted to do was to hurt you. He was unhappy, yes. In retrospect he could have shown it less, he could have tried harder to truly be happy for you, because not once did you ever wish him unwell. Your breakup was hasty, and messy, and you had every right to hate him forever because of how it went down. But you didn’t. Apart from the initial shock, you were never angry with him. You stayed by his side, as a friend.

It dawned on Spencer in that moment, that’s why he was so vexed. It wasn't because of you; a friend. Spencer was angry with himself. He was the one that ended it despite your pleas. He was the one that cut you off. He was the one that pushed you into Ethan’s arms. It was because of him you were now engaged to someone that wasn't him. And he unfairly took that anger out on you. 

Tonight was your engagement party. He decided that he was going to go. It will be painful to see you in the arms of another, but he will show his support because that’s what friends do. Friends. 

The restaurant you picked wasn’t that far from where he lived. For a moment Spencer found your choice to be quite odd, given the history the two of you had with the place. But he quickly shook the thought away - it must be a coincidence. 

He stepped inside, and his gaze instantly landed on you. Wow. Gorgeous didn't even began to describe how you looked right now. You wore a figure-hugging white dress with a plunge neck, and floral appliqué detail. Spencer was mesmerised. And if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a public place, surrounded by people that were here to celebrate you and your fiancé, he would have kept his gaze on you the whole night. 

Steadily, Spencer approached to congratulate you. 

It was then he noticed how Ethan’s jaw was locked. How even though Ethan had an arm around your waist, the two of you weren't standing right next to each other as a couple in love should be. When he got a little closer, Spencer also noticed how the makeup under your eyes was reapplied almost as if you had been crying. And that the smile currently present on your face was fake. Despite the occasion, you didn't look happy at all. 

“Spencer.” His heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name coming out of your lips. Your eyes locked, and he could have sworn they lit up. “I- Thank you for coming.” You reached out your hand to gently squeeze his forearm, and smiled at him warmly. A real smile. 

The brunette doctor couldn't help but smile back. “I wouldn't miss it.” He replied. It was a lie, but it looked like one you needed to hear. You let your hand fall back to your side, just as Spencer turned his attention to the surgeon. 

“Nice to see you again Spencer.” Ethan uttered, a hint of vexation in his voice. “You too Ethan, and congratulations.” “Thank you.” Ethan glanced down at you briefly. “I’m a lucky guy.” He kissed the side of your head, before excusing himself to talk to another guest. 

Of course Spencer noticed that even though you leaned into Ethan’s touch, a small act that stirred the jealousy inside of the brunette agent, your body relaxed the second Ethan was out of sight. Sudden concern flooded through him. But before he could ask what was on your mind, you reached out your hand to straighten his tie. 

"I’m glad you’re here Spencer.” A soft smile circled your lips. It took every fibre of his being not to take your hand in his, and hold it right there on his chest. “I am really sorry about what I said this morning.” 

“No, I’m sorry Y/N.” He responded. “I hope you know that you will always be my friend, no matter what.”

“Good.” You let your hand fall and looked around the party. “Well, I better go and mingle.” You glanced back at the hazel-eyed doctor and sighed. “Wish me luck doctor.” 

Spencer wanted to stop you, but he knew better to bring up whatever was bothering you now. Knowing you, you wouldn't say anything anyway. Not in front of all these people. 

“Good luck.” Spencer smiled kindly. He watched you disappear into the crowd before heading off to find his friends.

An hour in and the party was in full swing. Chatter, drinking, and even dancing. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Everyone but you. 

You did your best to keep your head up and enjoy yourself but no matter how hard you tried, the feeling just wasn't there. With a drink in hand, you talked to your guests one by one. At this point in the night you have heard it all. From congratulations, to wedding planning suggestions, and even tips on having a  successful marriage.

Which is why you were glad that Ethan came up behind you and asked you to step outside. Even if the feeling was short lived.

“Listen babe, I have to go.” He stated. You furrowed your brows confused. “What do you mean you have to go?” Ethan sighed. “The hospital called. It’s an emergency.” 

“You told me that if anything happened they had you covered.” 

“Y/N don’t do this right now.” He breathed. 

“Don’t do what? It’s our engagement party Ethan.” You stated, annoyance levels rising. “My family flew from across to the country to celebrate with us. My dad is here to get to know you and you’re just-” “The hospital called Y/N. You know how this works, or did you forget the time you were supposed to meet my parents you got hailed away on a case.” He gritted.

“That’s different!” You snapped, taking a step toward him. “How is that different Y/N?! Work is work!” Ethan grumbled. “Because you told me that if anything happened they had you covered.” You repeated sternly. 

“I don’t have time for this.” Ethan waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll stay at the hospital tonight.” And just like that he began to walk away. You wanted to yell after him but you knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved in his theatrics. So instead you wiped the single tear that was currently trailing down your face, and headed back inside. 

Thankfully no-one even noticed the two of you were gone - or so you thought. As you let out a deep breath, Penelope appeared in front of you. The bubbly blonde linked her arm with yours and eagerly pulled you gently across the restaurant to a table where the rest of the girls sat.

“Sit, sit.” She pointed to one of the empty chairs. “You look like you need a break sweetie.” “Thank you.” You breathed while plopping down and making yourself comfortable.

“So, how’s your night going?” Tara asked while taking a sip of her drink. “Are you having fun?” “Honestly, I’m exhausted. If I hear another comment on how you should never go to bed angry with your spouse I am going to throw myself out a window.” You replied making the girls laugh.

“It’s only uphill from here.” JJ joked. You rolled your eyes at her playfully. “Way to cheer me up honey.” “Anytime.” She shoot you a wink just as Luke and Spencer joined. Luke placed a tray of tequila shots on the table and pulled up a chair next to Penelope. 

“Hey, where did Ethan go?” He asked while sitting down. “I saw you guys leave when we were at the bar and only you came back.” Garcia nudged his arm, and he instantly knew that he shouldn't have said anything. He smiled at you apologetically as an inaudible sigh escaped your lips. “He got called to an emergency at the hospital.” No-one said anything. They just glanced between one another. 

“Excuse me.” You muttered getting to your feet, and as you walked away you heard Garcia say to Alves: “Way to go newbie.”.

The brunette agent suddenly jumped out in front of you causing a halt in your step. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you hesitantly looked up to meet his comforting gaze. 

“Stopped me to say I told you so.” You mumbled fighting back tears. 

“I would never do that.” He affirmed even though he didn't have to because your statement was only rhetorical. Spencer was not the kind of man to gloat, or make you feel even worse than you already were. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.” 

“I’m not.” You replied honestly. “I mean my fiancé just left our engagement party, he told me he's not coming home tonight, and to top it all off he-” You bit your tongue. You couldn't tell him that last part. “Never mind. I don't want to bother you with my problems.” 

“You could never bother me. Never.” Spencer reassured.

A tiny smile circled your lips. “That’s sweet Spencer, and you have no idea how much it means to me.” He smiled back. “However, this is a party, so we best go and try have a little fun.” “Y/N...” He wanted to protest but you lifted up your hand and placed it on top of his. “I promise one of these days I will unload all my shit on you doctor. Tonight is just not that night.” 

Spencer nodded slowly agreeing with your promise. You smiled at him, still holding his hand. The two of you stood completely frozen and soundless; as if there was no-one else in the restaurant, no party. 

Spencer’s heart was thumping so hard in his chest he thought it would burst at any given second. And even though his mind was racing in circles, there was a permanent image stuck vividly. You. He wondered if in that moment you felt as strong of a connection as he did.

His question was answered when you dropped your hand and broke the eye contact. The imaginary glass shattered; he was brought back to earth. 

He dropped his arms too, and cleared his throat. 

“Pumpkin, just exactly where is that fiancé of yours?” Your dad asked, suddenly appearing next to you. “He was supposed to-” His eyes landed on Spencer.  “As I live and breathe, Dr. Reid.” Your dad smiled. “I would shake your hand but I remember you’re not the biggest fan of that.”

“That’s alright Mr. Y/L/N.” Spencer responded reaching out his hand. “Good evening sir.” He greeted while shaking your dads hand. “Please son, we’ve known each other long enough, just call me Anthony. Plus if my memory serves me correctly I think I’ve asked you this before.” 

Spencer smiled softly. “Right, of course. How’ve you been Anthony?” 

Your dad smiled back. “Ah you know son, I can’t complain.” “Dad’s retired now, so he is spending a lot of time reading, going on walks.” You chimed in making your dad roll his eyes. He looked at Spencer. “Truthfully son, I am bored out of my mind. Retirement is boring.” 

“Dad, it’s well earned rest.” You noted.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead pumpkin.” Anthony joked causing you to gently nudge his arm. “Dad!” Spencer couldn't help but chuckle. 

Anthony waved his hand in front of his face before changing the subject. “Now, where is that fiancé of yours?” He asked again. “He had to go to work.” You answered, and Spencer could see that although he didn't say anything your dad wasn't impressed. 

“Well pumpkin, if he’s gone then would you mind calling me a cab back to the hotel? I’ll leave you kids to enjoy the rest of your night, and I will see you tomorrow for brunch as planned.” You nodded, kissed his cheek, and stepped away to call the taxi leaving Spencer and Anthony alone.

Once you were out of earshot, Anthony turned to Spencer. “Keep an eye on her for me, won’t you son?” He asked. “I want what’s best for my only daughter, and between you and me Dr. Reid, she doesn't seem happy.” 

Spencer didn't know what to say. He felt slightly guilty for not being there fore you these last couple of weeks. After tonight, and noticing the odd dynamic between you and Ethan, he agreed with your dad. Maybe if he hadn't been so distant he'd have noticed earlier? However, Spencer knew that if he told you how he felt you’d only go back to arguing and that’s the last thing he wanted. 

“I know it is a lot to ask given your history, and I will completely understand if you decline but quite frankly son, you’re the only person I can count on.”

“Don’t worry sir.” Spencer began. “I will keep an eye on her.” Anthony smiled at Spencer’s response. He placed a grateful hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gratefully. “Thank you Dr. Reid.” 

You rejoined them shortly after that. As your dad said his goodbyes, you asked him to text you when he got back to the hotel safely. 

Soon you and Spencer were alone once again - well not entirely given the party was in full swing. 

“Let me buy you a drink.” Spencer offered. You giggled looking back up at him. “It’s an open bar doctor.” You pointed out making Spencer chuckle. “Then let me order you a drink and keep you company.” He corrected himself. “Maybe ward off crazy relatives. How does that sound?”

“Given that my aunt May has been eyeing me for the last fifteen minutes, and she’s quite the talker, it sounds good doctor.” You replied. With a wide grin, Spencer extended his arm and pointed in the direction of the bar. “After you.”

No matter what his assumptions about your relationship with Ethan were, Spencer’s priority from this point on was going to be keeping that promise he made to your dad. 

Maybe it wasn’t over for him yet. Maybe he could still win you back. Truth be told he really wanted to try, but that was no longer important.

Being your friend was. As much as that would potentially suck.

I confess I can tell that you are at your best I'm selfish so I'm hating it

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Casper the cum-filled ghost

It is Friday night and josh is getting ready for the Halloween party at his girlfriend’s sorority house. Josh always disliked the large parties Sara’s sorority threw; they are full of drunk dudes trying to prove their manliness and fuck anything that moves. It doesn’t help that Sara’s sorority sisters are some of the most.. slutty girls on campus, for lack of a more polite term. Josh always hated how guys would lump Sara into the group of sorority sluts just by the letters on her little jacket. And guys were always staring at her as she bounces around campus in her sorority mandated short skirts. Josh couldn’t blame them, though. Sara was blessed with a body of a fertility goddess: long legs, thick thighs, a full bubble butt, slim waist, large boobs, and wavy red hair.

As Josh stared at himself in the mirror, he can’t help but worry about tonight. His costume is a baggy ghost costume that Sara sewed for him out of a white bed sheet. Josh mumbles to himself “ugh I look like Casper the socially awkward ghost.” Sara quickly walks up behind him and gives him a firm hug around the waist. “Don’t worry about tonight, babe! Your costume looks super cute, and we will look so adorable with our scooby-doo theme. I make a very sexy Velma, If I do say so myself.” Sara was right, she looks amazingly sexy, as usual. Josh looks her up and down and says “ I Don’t know, Sara, are you sure Velma would show that much… everything? Those guys are gonna see you as a piece of meat to sink their teeth into as soon as possible!”

Sara puts on a pouty face and stares into Josh’s eyes as she runs her finger up and down his chest “But babyyy- all the other girls are wearing sexy costumes. I don’t want to be the only prude there! They will bully me for weeks!” Her hand starts to work its way down Josh’s torso and into his pants. “I may even be inclined to give you a special gift, if you are a good boy tonight. hehe” Her hand grasps his soft dick and starts to slowly move back and forward. Josh begins to moan and says “Babe, that’s no fair! You know I can’t say no to you like this.” Sara looks up at him and coyly says “Then don’t.”

The party

As Josh and Sara walk down from Sara’s room, the music grown louder and louder. There are already a handful of guys from the frats hanging out and drinking with Sara’s sorority sister. The guys are dressed in all sorts of half assed costumes such as lumberjack with no shirt on, fireman with no shirt on, and professor with a cutoff tee-shirt. This is exactly what Josh was trying to avoid. Of course, the girls are eating the costumes up. Its just because they have muscles, Josh thinks to himself. Soon Sara notices a guy she has class with and runs over to talk to him. She turns her head to Josh as she is walking away and says “Hey babe, I know that guy from statistics, I’m gonna go say hi! Why don’t you mingle with the other guys?”

Josh watches with an uneasy feeling in his stomach as Sara salters over to some guy and grabs his arm as she starts to laugh. The guy is wearing a similar costume to Josh. A ghost costume, with the arms cut off, of course. Josh walks over to the other guys and grabs a beer. “Hey man. Is that your girl?” one of the bros asks. “Yea that’s Sara. My girlfriend.” The group whistles and nods in approval. “I didn’t know the girls in this sorority were allowed to have boyfriends haha. With all the party responsibilities and all that.” Josh does not like the sound of that. He knew the sorority had a bad reputation for having lose women, but not that everyone in the frats knew too. Josh swallows hard and replies “Oh yea. Well Sara isn’t like the other girls. She just likes to have fun and hang out with her friends.” The guy motions over to Sara and says “Oh like she is having fun with that guy right now? Haha good luck, bro. Steve is a player if I’ve ever seen one.” Josh’s stomach drops even further as he looks over to see Sara on some dude’s shoulders being spun around in circles… Her skirt is WAY too short for that.

As Josh begins to walk over to Sara to ask her what she is doing, Amanda, Sara’s friend, stops him. “Hey Josh, can you help us move some boxes? They are really heavy and we need a big strong guy to handle them! Pleassseeee.” Josh tries to object, but Amanda is already pulling him into the basement stairway. As he looks back he can see the group of guys he was standing with try and get a good look up Sara’s skirt, but they can’t look long as the guy begins to walk off with her towards the kegs. Fuck. “Hey Amanda, who is that guy Sara is with now?” Amanda looks back at him and smiles “Ow that is Steve! He is so cool. He helps us around the house when anything breaks. He is such a manly man. hehe he also helps a few of the girls out in another way, if you know what I mean.” She says slyly. Josh is confused “You mean like… tutoring services?” Amanda looks at him blankly “No silly. Now take these boxes of beer upstairs for me please! Thanks, hun!” and she scampers up the stairs. Josh sighs.

As Sara sees Amanda lead Josh down the stairs, she quickly turns to Steve and says “Alright baby, its time you show me what my friends have been talking about for the last month! I’m very… curious. Hehe” As Sara moves Steve into the kitchen, away from the crowd, she glances down eagerly to his crotch. Steve looks her up and down and then says “hmm well it won’t be much to look at until its hard so… I don’t know what to do about that.” Sara looks him in the eyes and slowly smiles. She moves over to the counter and pretends to reach for something in a shelf high up. Clearly, she cannot reach, so she looks back at Steve and says “A little help please.” Here words dripping in sensuality. As Steve comes up behind Sara, she pushes her ass into his crotch and begins gyrating her hips back and forward. She can feel a large mass begin to press into her firm ass. After a minute of this, Sara hears a familiar voice out in the living room. It is Josh asking where to put the boxes from downstairs. Sara then hears Amanda tell him to bring them into the kitchen.

Josh walks into the kitchen carrying a large box of beer and sets it on the floor with a large grunt. Steve speaks up “Hey buddy, those look a little heavy for you. Do you need a hand with that?” Josh looks up and sees Sara and Steve standing together by the counter. “Umm no they aren’t too heavy for me, but thanks. What are you guys doing?” Sara says “Oh we were just.. looking for cups for the guests. But they were too high up, so I had to get Steve to reach for me.” Josh looks at Steve suspiciously but eventually states that he needs to get the rest of the heavy beers from the basement and walks out.

As soon as Josh leaves, Sara looks at Steve and asks “So, is it ready for me to have a look now?” Steve chuckles and reaches down to his pants, under the cloth of the ghost costume, and zips open his pants. He then grabs the base of his dick and pulls the fabric on the costume taunt. Sara’s mouth drops open. Steve has what looks like a giant, extra thick dildo hidden under his costume. Sara gasps “O.M.G… that can not be real!” Steve seems to like her reaction “Oh its real alright. Just ask Amanda.” Sara growls “there is no way that dumb bimbo is gonna keep this all to herself.” And, with that, she drops to her knees and craws under the ghost costume. As Sara looks up, she is met with the biggest dick she has seen in her life, even watching porn. Suddenly Steve hears a “Holy fucking shit” come from under his costume, and he can’t help but smile.

Soon Steve feels a warm hand grasp the base of his thick cock, followed by a pair of moist lips at the tip. Steve moans and says “Careful babe, it’s been a day or two since I drained these balls. Go easy on me.” Sara notices that each of his balls are big enough to fill her hands. What Sara heard was ‘please suck my soul out of my cock’ and that is exactly what she does. She grasps the monster cock with both hands, and there is still enough room for two more hands to fit. Sara begins to slowly force the bulbous head into her tiny mouth. After a few effortful grunts, the large head squeezes past her plump lips and POPs into her mouth. Steve shutters as he can feel Sara’s moans on his cock head. Slowly, more and more cock is forced into Sara’s tiny mouth and suddenly they can both feel the monster bump into the back of Sara’s tight throat. Sara is trying her best to fit Steve’s big cock into her throat, but she is out of practice due to Josh’s below average dick never making it this far. She gags and slobbers on Steve’s member, but to no avail.

As Josh begins to enter the kitchen with his second case of beer, he is relieved to see Steve standing alone. “Hey man. Did you see where Sara ran off to? I have a few more cases to bring up, but then I want to hang out with her some.” Steve looks at Josh for a second before answering. “Hmm yea.. last I saw her was a minute or two ago. I’ll tell her you are looking for her though.” Josh looks around and then replies “Ok. Thanks man. Hey, can you get me a cup from the cabinet too? I think I need some beer after all this heavy lifting.” And he slaps the case of beer he just brought up. Steve begins to lean to the cabinet, but then he realizes he cannot get close enough with his dick and Sara in the way. Steve decides the only way to keep things inconspicuous is to slowly lean into the cabinet, pushing Sara into the base of the cabinet. Once she is pressed up against the drawers, Steve can almost reach the cups, but he is still about a half a foot away.

Josh takes this opportunity to point out that Steve is being weird “Umm why are you moving so slow? Is this some sort of joke? Whatever, I can just get the cup myself.” Steve replies “No! No, I’m sorry I was just thinking about something else. Here I’ll get it.” And with that he leans forward and forces the remaining half a foot of cock into Sara’s throat, directly in front of her unsuspecting boyfriend. Underneath the ghost costume, Sara has tears running down the side of her face as she fights back the urge to gag and cough. Her nails are digging into Steve’s thighs as she squeezes them for all she is worth. Finally, Steve has the cup in his hand and leans back to give it to Josh “Here you go. Sorry I got distracted there for a second.” Josh takes the cup and says “No problem. Thanks.” And he walks out of the kitchen.

Once Sara hears Josh leave, she begins to have an unbelievably strong orgasm. She starts to shake and moan, and Steve feels all of this through his rock-hard cock. Sara’s orgasm pushes Steve over the edge. His bulging sack pulls up against his cock and Sara feels the monster in her throat begin to swell even larger. The first shot of cum forces its way up through the cock, and Sara can feel her tongue be forced down by the expanding cum vein. Soon She feels a warm sensation filling her throat. This happens two more time before Sara notices the warm feeling is filling her stomach now too. She begins to pull back, but Steve notices and places his hands firmly against the back of her head. “You aren’t getting off that easy, slut. I told you I was backed up!” and with that Steve forces Sara’s chin up against his pulsing balls and continues to fill her with his cum. All Sara can do is count the pulses of cum being unloaded into her stomach. Five, six, seven, … ten, eleven, twelve, … and they finally begin to tamper off around twenty.

Steve lets out a heavy sigh as he feels his balls relax and his cock begins to soften. He releases Sara’s head and she slowly falls backwards, the monster cock sliding out of her mouth like a sick version of the never-ending handkerchiefs magic trick. Once a foot of cock is outside Sara’s mouth, another POP is heard as the fat cockhead is forced from her mouth. Sara collapses on the floor in a quivering pile. She is still cumming. Once she regains her senses, she reaches down to her once tight and toned tummy to find a bulging cum filled belly. Steve puts his cock back into his pants and sighs “Oh Sara… what am I goanna do with you now? I can’t leave you here for Josh to find.” Steve reaches down and picks her up over his shoulder, like earlier, and he begins to carry her up to her room. Steve cant help but notice the stream of girl cum running down Sara’s legs.. he may need to address that shortly.

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Sleepover or not? (Oikawa, Bokuto, Tsukishima)

tw: cursing, teasing?, slight nsfw?

Oikawa Tooru

He gave you a bowl of chips as he settled beside you at his bed.

Both of you were at his bedroom having a sleepover since he didn't have a practice tomorrow. He felt guilty when he can't spend time with you so he immediately grabbed this opportunity to be with his girlfriend.

He grabbed the remote and clicked 'play' at the tv screen.

You leaned your head at his shoulder. You squirmed closely to feel his warmth "Movie?"

He carefully arranged the blanket just enough to cover the both of you.

He scoffed "No. A volleyball documentary."

You pinched his arm and He yelped "S-stop!"

"That hurts!" Oikawa whined.

"You started it!"

"Ughh! I swear you're a devil in disguise." He murmured.

You chuckled "Yeah, but you still love me."

"Who said?"

This time, you tickled his sides. He burst out laughing.

"B-babe! St-stop! Hey! Stop!" He tried to push you but no avail.

He kept on laughing "O-okay! I won't tease you again! Sorry!"

You kept on tickling his sides "Yeah? It-"

Your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled you towards him. You were now on his chest.

He smirked "I told you to stop, Babe."

You glared back "Not fair."

He slowly closed the gap between your face, nose and lips almost touching..

"So, what now?" He said. There's a lot of teasing in his voice.

Your face reddened as you feel his hot breathe "I-"

"What, babe? Say what you want." He kept on closing the gap. Both of your upper lip touching already.

Your heart keep on pounding fast. You can't utter a word. It's not fair! Your boyfriend is such a tease.

When Oikawa saw your frozen state, he slowly wrapped his hands around your waist. His eyes were gazing your plump lips which made him want to kiss you so badly.

He leaned closely, both of your lips were now touching when a certain ringtone disrupt the atmosphere.

Oikawa groaned "Who-"

You grabbed your phone and answered it. It was a facetime with Iwaizumi, one of your close friends and your boyfriend's bestfriend.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he saw your reddened face.

You gulped "Y-yeah. Why'd you call?"

You can't concentrate listening when your boyfriend keeps on kissing your neck.

"Oh.. I came to check on you to make sure you're still alive."

Suddenly, Oikawa grabbed your phone and hissed.

"Iwa-chan! You're disturbing us!"

"Oi, what are you doing, Shittykawa?" Iwaizumi's voice is now full of venom. He's protective of you and knowing his bestfriend is your boyfriend, he wanted to check on you every possible time.

"We're busy so bye!!"

"Crappykawa-!"

He waved and ended the call. He put your phone into silent mode and put it on the side table.

He gaze at you with his brown eyes and smirked "So, where were we?"

Bokuto Koutaro

"Baby! Hey!"

You saw your boyfriend approaching you with his wide smile.

You opened your arms and he gladly pushed himself towards you and it ended up with you lying on the bed with him on top of you.

You invited Bokuto yesterday for a sleepover since your parents are having a business trip so they won't be home for a week. He happily agreed to it since he's so busy on his volleyball practice. Eventhough, he's busy, Bokuto always makes time for you everytime. He can't let his tiredness get in the way.

He leaves a trail of kisses on your jaw. He groaned "Damn, baby, I love you so much.."

You giggled and held his cheeks "I love you too, Baby.. but you should stop it.."

He pouted "Stop? Why? You don't like it?"

"I do! But.. let's behave." You patted his chest and sat up.

"Behave?! Why?? B-but.. I want you!" Your boyfriend whined.

You chuckled and teased him a bit "Ohh.. so, your implying something, Mr. Bokuto?"

He groaned again "Don't call me that.."

"And why?" You asked out of curiousity.

He murmured "The way you said it.. sounds.. so sexy."

"Mr. Bokutoooo~" You teased him again while giggling.

"Babyyy!"

"What, Mr. Bokuto?" You smirked.

He pouted again and showed his puppy eyes to you. You kept on laughing. He looks so cute!

"Okay.. okay.. I'll stop now." You chuckled and pinched his cheeks after.

You were about to stand up to get some ice cream and to continue watching your favorite series when he held your wrist and pulled you making your back smashed on the bed softly.

He immediately turn towards you. Him on top, you on the bottom.

"You are such a tease!" He pursed his lower lip.

"I knew it~"

"Knew what?"

"You won't let me get away with it."

"Oh.. you know me too well, baby." His eyes twinkled.

"What now, Sir?"

"Damn.. don't tempt me." He smirked.

You shrugged "I'm not."

He slowly leaned closely towards you "You are so hard to resist, baby."

You encircled your arms around his neck. You know your boyfriend loves it when you scratched his nape and it helped him relaxed.

He shuderred "Felt good..-"

You continued doing it and smiled while closing your eyes to relax yourself when suddenly you felt a soft lips kissed you softly.

You opened your eyes and saw Bokuto biting his lower lip.

"I wanna kiss you so bad."

"Go ahead, sir."

He kissed your lips, he kept on tugging your lower lip when you don't move even a little, teasing him again. You were about to kiss him back when your phone rang.

You patted his back to stop him. He groaned and buried his face on your neck.

You reached your phone and answered it. A facetime.

"Hey, Akaashi!"

Akaashi is your friend, classmate and your boyfriend's bestfriend.

"Is that.. Bokuto-san?"

You chuckled "Y-yes. Uhm. Why'd you call?"

Suddenly, Bokuto snatched your phone "Hey, Akaashi. There's no school tomorrow. Let me have Y/n, okay? Okay! Bye!" He ended the call and put your phone at the bedside.

He caressed you cheeks "Let's get back on the track now, baby."

Tsukishima Kei

You were on your favorite pyjamas at your boyfriend's house. He invited you to come over.

"Feel at home, already?" He said while eyeing you rolling at his bed.

"Yes! Your bed smells so nice." You keep on sniffing.

"Yours just smells bad."

"Hey!" You glared at him.

"What?"

"Y-you, Saltyshima!" You sat up and crossed you arms, ignoring him.

You kind off getting immune on your boyfriend's sarcastic remarks but there are times that you're trying to ignore him just to let him know that he's getting overboard but nevertheless you know that he's just teasing you.

He settled beside you and put his arm around your neck pulling you close to him.

"What do you want to do?" He asked.

"You invited me, Kei." You replied.

Tsukishima kept on changing the channel just to see if there's a nice movie to watch when you sat on his legs, your face infront of him.

He automatically circled his arms around your waist and looked at you "This is kind of.. inappropriate."

You shrugged "We're not doing anything though."

You felt his thumb drawing circles at your back.

"So.. what do you have in your small brain?"

You playfully slapped his arm "Hey! Why are you always like that?"

He chuckled "Just wanted to irritate you."

He stiffened when he felt your lips on his neck. You kept leaving a trail of kisses knowing that he felt ticklish around that part.

He cleared his throat "B-babe?"

"What?" Now, you kissed his jaw.

When he did not reply, you smiled in victory. You poked your tongue at him "Got you silent now, babe."

He groaned "So.. two can play that game, huh?"

You were about to ask him when you felt his hands under your shirt and caressing it.

You bit your lip "Y-your brother is here-"

You shrieked when he kissed you collarbone. "You should've think about the consequences earlier."

When you thought that you won already, your boyfriend is always one step ahead of you.

He unstrapped your bra but leaving it hanging loosely.

"K-kei..-"

You were about to tell him something when he kissed you.

Both of you were now on your own heated world.

He pulled away and cursed "Shit.."

"Huh?"

Lust were slowly clouding his eyes. He continued attacking your neck, leaving a purplish mark..

"B-babe."

"Kei? Y/n?" Someone knocked on the door.

You stiffened "Y-yes?"

Tsukishima kept on kissing your neck.

"Dinner is ready!"

"W-we're a bit full. Thank you, nii-san!"

"Just come down if you're hungry!"

"Okay!"

You looked at your boyfriend who's face is flushed. "Look at you-"

He groaned for the nth time "Let's finish this."

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Okay,, here me out JohnJae + Soulmate!au + Maniac by Conan Gray! Also, congratulations on a year of jungstruly!

JohnJae + Soulmate!au + Maniac by Conan Gray

[a.n. Tysm anonie!! I hope you don't mind if I added an ex!boyfriend Johnny! I admit, this was kinda tricky hahaha!]

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"Y.N is still in love with me!" You can hear your name being mentioned on the poolside where Johnny, your ex-boyfriend, shouts as he raised his red cup in the air in front of his friends. He was the one who spammed you with a shit ton of messages this late friday night, ranging from 'let's talk it out', 'baby I missed you' to 'i'M at rhe pArtYYYY' 'p1cK mw uP'. Knowing Johnny and his wild party behavior, you decided to pick him up and take him home.

He might be your ex but you were friends before. Plus, you knew that his father would beat the shit out of him if he finds out that he's out here getting drunk and getting high.

You watched in disbelief as he tried to drink more, wearing nothing but a loose tie on his neck and a pair of 'butt quack' boxers.

"Y.N?" Your head whips behind you. You sigh in relief as Jaehyun's figure walks towards you, a paper cup of popcorn on his hands. "What are you doing here?"

It's still a mystery to you how Johnny, a football jock slash resident life of the party, became best buddies with Jaehyun, a stellar student who's also Johnny's football team manager. 

Jaehyun offered you his popcorn in which you politely declined. "I was about to bring Johnny home right now. Did he call or text you again?"

"Apparently," You sigh, hugging your huge hoodie closer to yourself as you feel a little bit underdressed. 

"Do you want a ride ho-"

"Babyyy," A large muscled arm was thrown on your shoulder. The smell of alcohol wafted to your nose. Johnny smiled fondly at you before practically throwing himself to you. 

"Yow dudes! I told you, Y.N is here to pick me up. Guess she's not," He hiccuped, a lopsided grin evident on his lips. "Over me,"

Wolf whistles and shouts can be heard from his circle of friends. You shake your head in amusement. There he goes again, bragging to his friends that you're still obsessed with him when clearly he was the one begging you to come back. Jaehyun crumpled his paper cup away before getting a hold of Johnny's other arm to balance the drunken boy.

"Give me your keys." Jaehyun held out his hand once the three of you were outside. "I'll drive,"

After struggling to give him your keys and walking towards your car, the both of you managed to throw the large clingy boy at the back seat. Jaehyun started the car as you struggled to peel Johnny's hand from your hoodie sleeve. 

"Still a handful, isn't he?"

You snickered at Jaehyun. "As always. Still, you're one patient man Jae. Your girlfriend would be lucky."

Jaehyun was happy that it was dark or else, his blush will be evident. "I don't have one but I do have someone I like."

"Lucky her," 

"Y.N I-"

"Ah shit," Johnny leans his head back, laughing to himself. "I forgot my phone on the kitchen counter."

Flashing Jaehyun with an apologetic look, you shut the back door. "I'll be right back Jae." 

It took you a couple of minutes to get back into the house full of drunk and sticky people, grab his phone from the counter and jog back to your car. You were just a few feet away from your car when the red string of fate finally came into a view. Your eyes immediately went to the other end of the string. Surprisingly, it ended at your car. The red string of fate only comes twice in your lifetime, thrice if you get lucky. This was your second time around. The first one was during a party last year where it stopped at Johnny's huge circle of friends. Unluckily, they were all huddled together so you didn't get to see who your soulmate was before it disappeared.

Wasting no time, you tried to run as fast as you can. It's as if the Deities were against you. The red string of fate vanished the moment you opened the car door. 

"You assho-" Jaehyun's loud voice halted the moment he saw your breathless face. Johnny's bare biceps flexed as his hands grabbed a fistful of Jaehyun's shirt. His face contoured into a spiteful one. You were sure that this was not because of alcohol.

"What the fuck?" Your brows furrowed at the sight of you. Just minutes ago they were friends. Now, they're trying to kill each other. The both of them had a mini glare battle before Johnny let go of Jaehyun's shirt, pushing his chest on purpose. The other boy poked his cheek with his tongue out of anger. You closed the door behind you, turning at the both of them.

"Who is it? Who saw their string of fate?" You asked, dying to know who between them is your soulmate. You should've known better before you asked the question because the two boys seemed to have the same answer.

"It's me!"

"I did,"

Tongue tied and baffled, you were confused who between them is 'the one'. But you were absolute of one single thing-- one of them is lying

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The Secrets We Keep  -  Part 2

Part One

I pulled my white 1970 Mercury Cougar into the parking lot to my apartment complex four and a half hours after hitting the road.  A personal best for me.  It was pushing 4 A.M, I was beyond exhausted and I still had a lot of work to do before I could even think about getting to sleep.

The trunk sprang open and I pulled my pink quilted duffle bag from it, slinging the handles over my shoulder as best as I could.  The staircase leading to my front door welcomed me home and I took each step as if I were climbing a mountain.  Everything was sore and I could feel my eyelids fighting my exhaustion.

My neighbor’s door, as always, was cracked open.  Mrs. Kellar was the president (and only member) of the local neighborhood watch and I was just lucky enough to have her right next door.  I pulled the key to my front door from my pocket as silently as possible, hoping to avoid yet another awkward encounter with the busybody, but to no avail.

“Little late to just be getting home, don’t you think Y/N?”  She poked her head out of the door, angrily staring at me with the judgmental eyes of a disappointed grandmother. Her hair was wrapped in a nightcap and her yellow plush robe was tied too tightly around her waist. She clutched at the neck of her robe as if holding her pearl necklace in astonishment.  “Yep,” was my only response.

“I don’t want no hooligan’s in my building, ya know.  This is a nice quiet place.”  I nodded silently. “Goodnight, Mrs. Kellar.”  I opened my front door and walked into the dining room, closing the door behind me. I could hear my neighbor’s astonishment and aberration of the level of disrespect that no good neighbor of hers showed as she complained to the emptiness of her own apartment and I listened through the paper-thin walls. My bag dropped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a thud.

I glanced at my dining room table.  In any other home, it would be where meals were eaten, and family meetings took place. Instead, my table was covered edge to edge with newspaper clippings, police reports and crime scene photos.  I started picking up each document.  Most of them were directly related to the case I’d just wrapped up.  But some of the reports and photos were for one I was looking into that would take me a few states away; further than I’d gone yet.

Within an hour, my garbage can was full of scraps of paper from my closed case, and all my research for the next one was happily hidden in the firesafe that was tucked away in my closet. Five fifteen in the morning now and every inch of me was screaming for bed.  With my secret work and life safely tucked away from prying eyes, I happily obliged and fell headfirst into my bed without bothering to peal off the well-worn and filthy clothes I had been working in hours before.

The sound of fists slamming against my front door startled me awake.  My eyes flickered as I struggled to focus on the face of the clock the rested on my nightstand.  One o’clock?! There was no way I’d slept that long. My cellphone charger that lay next to my clock sat empty.  Damnit! I began searching my pockets for my phone as I sprang out of bed and sprinted for the door.

The knocking on my door rang out yet again. “Yeah, I’m coming!” I shouted; my voice still heavy with sleep. I yanked the door open and came face to face with a very angry faced Dean Winchester, and his brother, Sam, standing just behind him with his arms crossed, radiating various emotions; none of which I could read.

“Oh good,” Dean sarcastically greeted me. “You’re not dead.  See ya.”  He made a move to turn away from the door and head for the stairs but his brother’s hand pushed him back as Sam shook his head at him.

“Sorry, I just woke up. I didn’t realize how late it was.” I took a step back, allowing them both into the apartment. “When did you guys get in?”  I looked at Dean and over to Sam.  He nodded at me silently with the hint of a smile at his mouth as he finally uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands into his deep pockets.  

“Couple of hours ago. Just long enough to have called you a dozen times and start going out of our minds worrying.”  It was obvious Dean wasn’t going to let this one go.

“Dean, I was out super late and I crashed.  Hard.  No need to worry.  I’m fine. All parts intact and good to go.” I made a show of spreading each arm and leg out independently before turning in a circle as if he needed to inspect me for damages. Dean’s face finally broke as he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Never do that again.”  

“Yeah, yeah.” I muttered as he pulled me into a hug. “Y/N, you reek.  Why do you smell like a housefire?”

Internally, I panicked as I cursed myself for forgoing changing out of my clothes when I got in. “Bonfire,” I explained as coolly as I could muster.  Sam’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “You hate bonfires.”

“Yeah, well, not when tequila is involved,” I responded as I gave him double finger guns, feeling ridiculous.  They seemed to accept my answer.

“Come on,” Dean looked at me.  “Get showered, get dressed. Let’s go.” Now it was my turn to be confused. “We’re in town for like a day.  We’re going out and you’re coming with us.”  I rolled my eyes but began walking back towards my bedroom, grabbing the duffle bag off of the floor and carrying it with me.

“Ten minutes!” Dean yelled after me as I closed the door to my room.  I threw the bag on my bed and immediately unzipped it, knowing my cell phone would be inside.  Picking it up and pressing the wake button, the screen only flashed “Low battery” at me for a moment before the screen went black and the phone turned off completely. I quickly laid it on my charging pad on the nightstand and headed to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, I was fresh, clean, and dressed.  I threw my still damp hair up into a bun and quickly rolled on deodorant before tapping my phone’s screen.  “55%, good enough for me.”  

I opened the door and walked into the living room. “Okay, I’m set. Let’s go.”  

“Great,” Dean exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. “I’m driving.”  Dean always drove.  It was an accepted and unwritten rule.

We piled in the car, Dean in the driver’s seat, Sam sitting shotgun and me in the back sitting behind Dean. “Where to?” I asked. “Dude,” Dean replied, his voice full of incredulity.  “The casino. That place has the best shrimp cocktail in town.  That, booze and blackjack and I’m good.”  

“Works for me.”  I settled into the seat and pulled my phone out of my pocket as it continuously vibrated, alerting me to each missed call, voicemail and text message that had come through throughout the course of the day.

I flipped through the text messages. Mostly from Dean, beginning with “About an hour out.  See you soon.”  Followed up with “You still free?”  and “Where are you?” getting progressively more panicked as time went by. There was one from my boss letting me know he wouldn’t be in the office the next day, and the last one from Sam that was just a question mark.  It went hand in hand with his behavior since I’d opened the front door; silent stoicism.

The voicemails were far less numerous so I pushed the dial button and began listening to them.  Sam’s easily identifiable sigh rang through the phone and into my ear before the line disconnected.  Then a message from Dean with threats of bodily harm if I wasn’t already being held hostage by a homicidal maniac.  And the final message was from Sam.  He began with a deep breath before he spoke. “I just need you to be okay. I need you to call Dean or call me and just…I just need you to be okay.  I know I was a jerk and I know I ruined it, but I care.  I still care, so much.  Just be okay.”  I looked up at him, my eyebrows pursed and my mouth slightly agape.  The phone was still up to my ear as Sam’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. All stoicism vanished as panic appeared in his eyes as he turned his head to face me.  

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Part 19*

Summary: John B reveals some shocking news  

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I didn’t want to go back home.

The chateau wasn’t even a home to me anymore...A constant fear of being in this town lingered everywhere we went. Having to watch over my shoulder for every move I made, it haunted me. And I knew it would for years to come. There wasn’t a single person outside of my group that I could trust anymore, not even the cops. They were all dirty anyways, so it wasn’t that much of a loss. 

I almost had JJ set us up camp in the van while we watched out for Rafe, but I was so tired. I wanted to sleep in my bed and be wrapped in JJ’s arms. We drove back to the chateau, silence lingering between us. I lit a cigarette, cracking the window so the smoke wouldn’t linger in the van. 

“You ok babe?” JJ asked, reaching to hold my other hand.

“Just tired is all honey bear,” I said, yawning afterwords. He chuckled, bringing my hand in his to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

“I love you” he said, glancing over at me.

“I love you J” I murmured, barely able to keep my eyes open. I finished off my cigarette before tossing it out the window.

I must had fell asleep because the next thing I remember is feeling someone pull on me. I jolted awake, my heart pounding in fear as I started to wiggle out of the persons hold.

“Baby, it’s just me.” JJ said, letting me down and hugging me to him. I was still breathing hard, trying to get myself under control.

“I’m sorry” I croaked out, tears welling from how scared I was. JJ shushed me and rubbed my back.

“You’re safe now my sweet girl, I won’t ever let that happen to you again.” he whispered, tucking his face into my neck as I cried. 

“You can’t guarantee that JJ” I sniffled.

“Well I can damn well try. You are the most important person in my life and I can’t...no I won’t lose you.” JJ stated firmly, pulling back to hold my head in his hands. 

“JJ-” I started, but didn’t get to finish.

JJ crashed his lips to mine in a searing hot kiss. It was full of fire, passion, fear, and love. I held his wrists as I kissed him back just as hard, tongues and teeth clashing together. JJ pulled back, both of us staring intently into each others eyes. He took my hand and pulled me into the chateau. As soon as the door shut behind us, JJ was on me again. He pushed me up against the wall as our hands explored each other like we’d never had before. 

Like it was all new.

JJ started taking his shirt off, only breaking our kiss to pull his shirt over his head, and knocking his hat off in the process. I weaved my fingers into his hair, using that hold to pull him impossibly closer to me. He then shoved his hand between our bodies and down into the front of my shorts, grazing my heat. I gasped into his mouth, his response was putting the flat of his palm right against my clit and rubbing hard. 

“JJ” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders.

His fingers moved my underwear to the side so he could insert two fingers into me, slowly pumping them in and out. He moved his kisses to my neck, trailing slowly before licking all the way up to my ear. He went back down to where my shoulder met my neck and sucked. I moaned, taking my hand to palm his hardness that was poking out of his shorts. He growled, pushing his hips towards me. I stuck my hand in his shorts, copying his movements. His warm skin contrasted against my cold hands as he hissed. His fingers coming out of me and back up to rub at my clit. I rubbed my thumb around his tip before starting to stroke him up and down, twisting my wrist to the best of my ability. 

The harder he rubbed my clit, the faster I stroked him. I used my free hand to pull JJ’s lips back to mine, both of us panting and moaning into each others mouth. JJ took my hand out of his shorts, leaning to take mine off along with my underwear. He got to his knees, putting one of my legs over his shoulder before burying his face in my heat. I pulled his hair hard, pushing him into me. He licked and sucked everywhere, stopping to slurp the wetness that had started to leak down my thighs. I threw my head back against the wall, I was getting too hot, so I took my shirt and my bra off all together. JJ brought his hand back up to start pumping his fingers inside me again. This time going a lot faster now that his hand wasn’t restricted. 

“Oh, fuck, JJ. Baby, please don’t stop I-I’m going to-” I panted.

I came on his fingers, moaning his name loudly as I closed my eyes. He took his fingers out to lick at the remaining cum that wasn’t on his fingers. I moved my leg off his shoulder, still trying to catch my breath. JJ came back to his feet, licking each of his fingers that were inside me. I couldn’t help but stare, he looked so sexy. He kept eye contact with me, smirking because he knew I liked it. 

“I think it’s my turn now baby” he said, grabbing my jaw and pulling me to him so he could kiss me. 

I giggled, pulling on his belt loops to get him closer to me as we kissed. I pushed him back until he was seated on the couch with me above him. He leaned back on the couch with his arms spread across it. I stared at him for a moment, drinking in his appearance. His messy hair from me running my hands and pulling on it, his baby blue eyes that seemed brighter, the indents of his muscles, and how his breathing was still a little erratic. 

“Take a picture it will last you longer babe,” he joked, I chuckled in response.

I leaned down to kiss his lips again, slowly trailing my kisses down his neck. It was now his turn to grab my hair right at my scalp. I licked down his chest, stopping to bite his nipple. He groaned, pulling my hair tighter. I kissed down his abs, unbuttoning his shorts. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down with his underwear. He hissed as the air hit his hard length, my mouth watering at the sight. I traced my finger lightly from the tip to his balls, going midway down his thigh. I kissed his thigh, slowly trailing my lips toward where he wanted me. JJ sunk more into the couch, his hands coming to grab at the cushions. His breathing becoming more labored the closer I got. Just as I was about to be at the base, I switched to his other thigh, and gave it the same treatment. 

“Babyyy, please, no more teasing” JJ whined, trying to shift so I would move closer to where he needed me to go.

I took one of his balls in my mouth, circling my tongue around it. He moaned loudly, gripping on the couch tighter. I did the same to the other one then licked from the base to the tip. I kissed his tip before licking away the seed that started leaking out of him. He tried to push my head down, but I didn’t let him. I knocked his hand away, he whimpered, trying to buck his hips into my mouth. 

“Fuck” he said through his teeth, using his palms to wipe at his eyes. He became more frustrated at my slow movements. 

I changed my tune and sucked hard on his tip, wiggling my tongue on the slit. JJ gasped, letting out a choked breath. I started to bob my head fast, using my free hand to squeeze his balls. I sucked him hard, JJ threw his head back in ecstasy. His chest rose up and down at an alarming pace, so I knew he was about to blow.

“Wait, baby, stop. I can’t-I want to-inside” he panted, pulling on my hair to get me to come off.  

I touched my nose to the base and sucked hard all the way up, moaning against him. When I came off of him, JJ pulled me up and into his lap. He pulled me down right on to his hard length, a loud moan forcing its way from my chest. I grabbed on to his shoulders, I leaned in and kissed him hard. He groaned moving his hand from my hip to smack me hard on the ass, I gasped into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, then took my hips and moved them.

“Ride me baby” he whispered into my mouth.

I moved my hips, getting a feel for what made him feel good. I used my knees to push myself up and down. He was hitting so deep inside me it was hard to focus on what I was doing. JJ leaned forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. He took one of his hands to the other nipple and twisted it with his fingers, I pulled on his hair as I kept moving my hips. My clit was rubbing against his abdomen, and with his attention harvested on my nipples, I knew I wasn’t going to last. I bucked my hips hard, twisting them as I chased my high. JJ bit my nipple and I exploded. I shook on top of him as I came, stars clouding my vision. 

“Shit” I panted, coming down from my orgasm. 

JJ flipped us over so my back was on the couch now, still inside me as he moved. I yelped as he pulled all the way out before slamming back inside of me. I clawed at his chest, I was so sensitive I was lost in a sea of pleasure.  

“JJ, no more. Too much.” I grunted.

He ignored me and continued to pound into me, his pace so hard and fast my legs started shaking. He stared at the place where our bodies were connected, his hard length covered in my wetness. I gasped as he took one of his hands to rub hard at my clit.

“JJ!” I screamed, digging my nails into his skin. I was sure those would be sore in the morning. 

JJ leaned down to smash his lips to mine, our teeth clanking together from the force. I choked out a sob as my third orgasm started creeping up on me. I could feel tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. JJ’s face and chest starting to turn red from how fast he was fucking me. He started to become more erratic with his thrusts, getting closer to the edge. He moaned loud, throwing his head back. 

“Are you there baby?” he asked. 

I nodded, wanting so bad to let go. He rubbed me a few more times before I screamed his name loudly, throwing my head back into the couch. I grabbed at his biceps as I twitched from how hard I came. JJ following right behind me as he yanked himself out of me, spurts of his seed landing on my pubic bone and stomach. We were both panting loudly, JJ collapsed on top of me. I grunted from the force, but I didn’t care. I hugged him to me, running my fingers through his hair.

“I love you” I whispered, kissing his cheek. 

He chuckled before responding, “I love you more sweets.”

We got up and headed to the bathroom, cleaning ourselves then heading to bed. Both of us falling asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.

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I was startled awake by my phone ringing. I saw it was my brother and picked up.

“There better be a good reason you’re calling me at 9 in the morning on my day off.” I said grumpily into the receiver. 

“Bubba” John B sniffed into the phone, I was suddenly wide awake.

“Birdie what’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, worried for my brother’s safety.

“C-Can you come get me? I ran to the midway between The Cut and Figure 8, but can you...fuck. Can you just come pick me up? Please.” he cried into the phone.

“I’m on my way Bubby, don’t move.” I said, we exchanged ‘I love you’s before I pulled JJ out of bed. Neither of us changing before we hopped in the van and went to where John B said he was.

He was sitting on one of the benches, his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking, an indication that he was crying. I jumped out of the van as soon as JJ stopped, running to my brother’s side. He looked up as he heard me coming to him, tear stains lining his face. He held out his hands to me and I went to them, crushing him into a bear hug. He buried his face in my neck and sobbed, JJ coming to his other side and putting his hand on John B’s shoulder. 

“He killed him” John B blubbered, I could barely understand him.

“What Birdie?” I asked softly, pulling back to look at him.

“Sarah’s dad...h-he” John B could barely form any words from how hard he was crying. My heart shattering at the sight, my brother hardly every cried. He was one of the strongest people I knew.

“What did he do Bubby?” I asked again, pushing his hair out of his face.

“He killed dad” he choked out. My eyes widened, a sudden sadness rushing through me.

“How? I mean, how do you know this?” I asked, feeling the burn in my eyes of the tears that were sure to come. 

“He told me...h-he tried...he tried to kill me” John B sobbed, planting his face in my chest as he sobbed. I clutched his head, looking at JJ as tears of my own started to trickle down my cheeks.

“What the fuck?” JJ said, standing up as the anger for his best friend coursed through him.

“Does Sarah know?” I asked John B.

“She didn’t believe me” he whispered.

“Oh, Birdie” I said softly, combing my fingers in his ratty hair. 

“He knew what dad was up to because they were partners and dad felt like Mr. Cameron was wanting to use the gold for something sinister, so he killed dad to find the gold for himself.” he sniffed.

“He sent those men after us” I concluded, John B nodding against me. 

“We have to go get that gold, tonight.” JJ said firmly.  

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“Beg for it.”

The phrase bounces around in Bucky’s brain like a pinball, off different sides, rolling around the curvature of his skull. His eyes are open, but his vision is a little hazy, can make out Steve’s slim backside as it hovers over Bucky’s angry erection, his amused but hot facial expression. Steve lets go of Bucky’s dick, smacks his hand down hard on his stomach instead, “Gone on me already, honey?”

All Bucky can do is groan pathetically.

“No, n-no, I…fuck, baby I—”

Steve chuckles, grabs for Bucky’s dick again, reaches around and holds it in his fist.

“Look at that—show Bucky Barnes your boy pussy and he gets all stupid.”

Fucking hell.

Steve holds Bucky steady in his hand, lowers his ass just enough to slip the tip of Bucky’s cock into his warm wet cunt. The brunette exhales roughly, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him, elbows holding him up going shaky. Steve lets out his own hot noise, a pleased rumble that makes Bucky happier than it should, but he doesn’t make any indication of lowering any more, of sheathing Bucky’s cock within him fully.

“Come on, Buck. I told you to beg for it. I suggest you beg for it before I just fuck myself on the dildo I know damn well is in that bedside table drawer of yours.”

Damn Steve Rogers and his tight little ass and authoritative voice.

“Stevie, baby—"

“Hands, Buck.” Bucky growls and throws his hands down, digs them into the mattress, picks up like he hadn’t made a mistake.

“Fuck, sugar come on, wanna feel that sweet pussy eat me up,” he licks his lips, gives Steve that heated look that strikes him right in the dick before continuing, “Know you love feelin’ full, know I stuff ya up so well, know you can come on my cock a good two, three times.”

Steve clicks his tongue, takes his hand off Bucky’s cock, the flared angry head being held inside of Steve by the tight grip of his ass alone. Steve turns around fully, small frame fitting beautifully between Bucky’s lewdly spread thighs, dick nestled between the cheeks of that peach of an ass.

“Wrong tactic, doll. I said ‘beg’, not ‘convince’. I know what I want but I need you to beg…”

Steve circles his hips in such a sensual and slow way it makes Bucky bite back a whine, makes him feel a little hypnotized by the sight of himself inside of Steve. His lithe form tilts forward a little, gives Bucky a perfect fucking view of his own dick pressed tight into Steve’s cunt, makes him bite out a curse. But when the blond begins to pull off, hitches his hips up and forward in warning, the bitten-off whine punches through Bucky’s clenched teeth.

“Fuck, I want it, want it so bad, Stevie, wanted it since you spread those little legs and told me to eat, wanna feel that sweet pussy, wanna come in that pussy, please I—”

Steve sinks halfway down, swallows him in one go, makes Bucky shout and toss his head back. He hears Steve groan, knows the smug smirk that is on his face without even needing to look at him, Bucky gasping when Steve raises and lowers himself to that halfway point on his cock two, three times.

“That’s good, Buck. You’re almost there. Tell me what else you want.”

Bucky groans. “Fuck, honey wanna touch you so bad, bein’ so mean to me—”

“You love it, Buck—hush.”

“Come on, sugar come on, please. Wanna feel that pussy, wan’you to come, wan’you to use this cock, wan’you to use it to make you come, yeah yeah yeahyeah oh fuck.” Bucky can’t even finish his own thoughts, finish his plea, Steve finally showing him mercy and sinking down onto his cock to the hilt. Somehow, Bucky’s elbows are still holding him up and he almost goes cross-eyed at watching and feeling Steve’s sweet little ass fit beautifully over his dick.

“Ohh, Buck see what happens when you listen, big guy? Huh? Feels so good, you’re so big, stretchin’ my little pussy out, oh,” Steve’s voice is somehow firm but breathy, that tight whiny lilt to it that drives Bucky crazy, makes him hot all over. He goes to beg some more, wants to touch, but Steve is moving, slow and slick, rolling his hips, pumping them over Bucky in such a devastating way.

“Babyyy, oh fuck yeah, goddamnit, Stevie feel so fuckin’ good, shit just look at ya,” Bucky praises, voice going dark and low as he watches Steve’s ass bounce up and down slowly, watches the blond turn his head and look back at him with those fucking eyelashes. He knows his Steve loves praise, loves being told he’s pretty and that he’s making Bucky feel good, that he’s driving Bucky wild. Bucky knows it’s coming, knows that Steve is going to say something along the lines of “Yeah, Buck? Feels good?” before he even says it.

“Oh, Buck feels so good? Yeah? Tell me.” Close enough.

Bucky swallows loudly, takes a few shaky breaths, Steve choosing to use the time to move and adjust his legs to where he’s sitting on top of Bucky and not between his legs. He can’t help but whine a little at this new position, how spread out Steve looks on top of him, his compact form looking larger than normal, but still so small on top of Bucky’s thick waist, thick thighs. The new position spreads Steve wide, Bucky able to see—

“Fuckin’ hell, Stevie make me feel so good all the time, I’ll never get tired of you and this sweet lil’ ass and that mouth and those eyes and fuck I’m so gone for ya, Stevie doll. Lemme touch, lemme touch ya, baby please.”

Steve moans, head lolling back between his shoulder blades as he rolls and grinds and just takes what he fucking wants. He makes a noise, one that sounds like a strained “Uh-uh”, leans his arms forward to rest his hands on Bucky’s thighs, pulls and drags his cunt up and down Bucky’s cock a little more, so pretty. Steve rides dick like a pro, knows how to work a cock like a porn star, knows how to come from it, knows how to tease and torment Bucky on top. And that’s fortunately unfortunately one of Steve’s favorite things to do.

Bucky has been on the edge of coming for almost an hour now, dick hard and teased and leaking and angry ever since Steve shoved his pants down and whispered in Bucky’s ear how he’d spent all day thinking about Bucky eating him out. “You treat my little pussy so well, Buck, been thinkin’ about it all day. Touched myself and everything. Gonna give that to me now.” It hadn’t been a question and it made Bucky weak and hot all over, such a fucking sucker for a bossy Steve.

Bucky hadn’t known that Steve was in a mood though, one that entailed keeping Bucky from his pleasure, one that entailed not letting Bucky come. A mood that included eating Steve’s sweet ass out over the coffee table, Steve sucking him off on the living room floor, and opening the blond up against his bedroom door. A mood that Bucky knew would bring him close to tears and get him spittin’, one where he’d have to fight to come, one that he’d hate that he loved so much.

“Ohh fuck, Bucky love this cock. This my cock? Huh?” Steve asks as he bounces his lower half, riding Bucky’s cock in a way that makes his toes curl and his breaths get caught in his throat. He can’t take his eyes off of Steve’s ass, on the movement of it, up and down, up and down, of the way his cock keeps disappearing inside of the smaller’s body. He can hear the squelch of Steve’s ass, can feel how wet he is, feels like an actual pussy—

“Asked you a question, James.”

“Yeah yeah, baby s’yours, course that cock is yours, all yours,” Bucky breathes out as he lets his elbows collapse, lets his head hit the mattress, lets himself feel. Steve clicks his tongue again and Bucky doesn’t need to be looking at Steve to know that noise is directed at him. “Eyes, Buck watch. Watch me fuck myself on this cock’a yours.” Bucky whines but complies, leans up again to find Steve looking back at him, pretty lips red, eyes darker than normal. “Atta boy…” Steve chides, bouncing harder, picking up his pace, Bucky biting his bottom lip as to not sound like a little bitch for being fucked so well.

“This cock may be all mine but fuck if this ain’t your boy pussy, Buck.”

Fuck.

He knows this tactic, knows that Steve loves seeing him suffer a little bit, knows that Steve is very aware of what talking about Bucky owning him does to him. He bites out another curse, curls his toes, hooded eyes jumping with every bounce of Steve’s ass. He can hear the other man’s breathing pick up, hear those delicious little whimpers, knows that his cock has to be so close to grazing that sweet spot.

“This pussy loves your fat cock, baby, loves it, s’hungry for it all the time, so greedy,” Steve tells him, voice low and hot, whimpers in between words, and Bucky damn near shouts when he hears those sweet words hit his ears while watching Steve lean a little more forward and grind and roll and slow his movements down to a pace that should be fucking illegal. Watching the stretch of where they are connected is more than erotic, Steve’s slick cunt holding onto Bucky’s cock in a tight grip, his little hole all stretched and pink and taking Bucky like it was meant to.

Steve moans, whines, pressing back into Bucky’s lap with a soft, “Buck…” and he knows what that means.

“Oh fuck, sugar give it to me, give it to me, come on,” Bucky groans, feels his own core clench up at the sight of Steve coming apart and when the smaller man literally hike a leg up and turn around on his cock, he wails. Unbelievable, Bucky is a blessed man, one lucky motherfucker, those thoughts having approximately .2 seconds to race through his mind before Steve is moving, mouth running.

“Wanna come, s’cock is gonna make me come, Bucky. You gonna make me come, big guy? Come all over those fuckin’ tits?” Steve’s voice bounces with each movement of his lithe form, hands pressing into Bucky’s thighs behind him, fucking himself on Bucky’s cock at that specific angle he knows makes Steve crumble. When the blonde’s eyelashes flutter as he lets out a feminine moan, Bucky groans, clenches his gut, dick twitching.

“Baby, lemme touch lemme help, please,” he begs and there’s less resistance this time, Steve nodding his head but gritting out, “Not my cock,” because he is a whore for coming hard on Bucky’s cock alone. Bucky can’t move his hands fast enough, reaches up to grasp at Steve’s hips, makes him stutter forward, hands landing on Bucky’s chest. He’s desperate now, they both are, but Steve’s movements are sloppy, are just to reach the point of orgasm, to crest over that euphoric wave. Bucky uses his grip to drag Steve back and forth on his cock, so fucking deep, and the force of the movement makes Steve sob.

“Bucky, baby oh you’re gonna make me—”

“Fuck yeah, sugar gimme what’s mine, want it,” Bucky growls, wishing he were forcing the words out onto Steve’s lips, directly into his ear. His hands push and pull, it’s frantic and messy and Steve’s hand is reaching for his own cock, fucking his fist with vigor when he spits out, “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

He has no choice but to nod his head, make a sad noise, feels his own core clench up at Steve’s words, the feeling of being so completely and utterly fucked making him gasp and groan. Steve lets out a startled gasp or two, hand pumping, and he leans forward, presses a hand tight onto Bucky’s neck, and—

“Fucking Christ, Steve.”

With another wail of a noise Steve is coming, coming hard, directing his dick down towards Bucky’s chest, and there isn’t a prettier goddamn sight than that, that’s for damn sure. Steve crumbles when he comes, goes weak all over, mouth slack and open just enough to get out his guttural moans. Bucky fights with himself, actively fends off his own orgasm while trying to bask in the eroticism of Steve’s own, hot come splattering across his chest, pooling down his neck, between his pecs.

“Holy shit, sugar oh god, prettiest fuckin’ thing in the whole goddamn world, look at’chu,” Bucky murmurs into Steve’s lips when he falls forward, presses into Bucky’s chest as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm. Bucky can’t help it, pushes his hips, fucks up into the little body on top of him a good few times, form shaking under the order to not come. Steve purrs, bites at Bucky’s chin tightly, brings a finger down to the mess on his chest, and back up to Bucky’s mouth.

Steve kissing lightly at Bucky’s cheek as he feeds him his come, shoving fingers into his mouth, makes Bucky damn near hysterical.

“Please…” he begs, voice trembling like his body is, sweat beading up on his forehead, cock aching while still nestled in Steve’s sweet boy pussy. Steve makes a soft noise, kisses at Bucky’s lips slowly yet chastely, and whispers, “I’ll let you know when I’m done with you, baby don’t you worry…”

SO MUCH FUN HOPE YOU ENJOYED. LOVE YOU.