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futureman · 10 months

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his favorite girl, part i

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel agrees to teach you how to play guitar for a college course, but you can't keep your eyes off him long enough to learn. he really likes that.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, guitar teacher!joel, no outbreak, big age gap (reader’s 22, joel’s 56), slow-burn, sexual tension, finger kink, slight dubcon, touching, smut for later chapters, some fluff, mostly angst

word count: 3.3k

a/n: my first chaptered fic! dedicated to joel's fingers! i've been playing guitar a lot more lately so...yeah 🥲 thinking this'll probably be 3 or 4 chapters? as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated! hope y'all enjoyy

Don’t stare at his fingers. Don’t stare at his fingers. He’s doing you a huge favor by teaching you to play guitar in the first place. The least you can do is pay attention and stop staring at his fingers.

But it’s a lost cause, and you know it, because you’d have no hope of learning without staring at his fingers.

Even so, you’re convinced he’ll somehow know that’s not the real reason you’re watching them so intently. The way they hop gracefully from fret to fret, strings biting into his well-earned calluses, producing the most beautiful chords that ring out perfectly with every strum.

It’s a wonder any of that is even possible for him. You don’t mean to knock his talent—he obviously honed his craft through decades of fine-tuning and dedicated practice—but his fingers are just so thick.

With your clumsy, beginner’s touch, you’re constantly fumbling with the strings, unable to press down hard enough or keep your other fingers out of the way for them to vibrate the way they need to. They just sort of…fizzle.

But there’s a finesse to how he plays. It also helps that his guitar is a lot bigger than yours. It's a totally innocuous thought, but it still warms your cheeks a little. A big guitar for a big man. Broad and tall, with those thick, thick fingers—

“Hey, you still with me?”

You’re not sure when he stopped playing, but you really hope it was right before he said something. Otherwise, he definitely knows exactly what you were thinking about, and that would be humiliating.

Not a great start to your first guitar lesson, but how were you supposed to know your teacher was going to look like that? When your music theory professor recommended him, he conveniently left that part out, which, whatever, makes sense. But it still would’ve been helpful to know ahead of time.

Joel Miller. 56 years old. Has a ton of experience and takes on very few students, so you should consider yourself lucky. That’s all of the information you were given before you stepped into his house this afternoon, and were greeted by possibly the hottest man you’ve ever seen. He was supposed to be your ticket to an A on your senior thesis. But you’re totally flubbing it.

“Y-yeah, sorry, just got a little distracted,” you laugh awkwardly, wishing you had said anything else but that. You couldn't be any more obvious if you tried. “Won’t happen again, promise.”

He’s kind enough to pretend you’re not a filthy liar and taps the neck of his guitar to redirect your focus. “S’alright. We’ll just take it from the top. You remember the fingerin' for the first chord?”

You gape at him dumbly for a second. He’s kidding, right? You might as well leave now if he’s going to keep saying fingering with that devastating Southern drawl of his.

“Um, yeah, I think so,” you sputter, lying for the second time in a row. You're struggling to recall anything from your lesson but, god, you can only remember his fingers, not their placement. With no confidence whatsoever, you press your fingertips down firmly on the three strings you think he showed you. “Here, right?”

He quirks a brow. “You askin’ me or tellin’ me?”

Ah, so he’s that kind of teacher. The 'learn the hard way', 'fail on your own until you succeed' type. Well, he’s about to learn that you’re not that kind of student.

“…Telling?” Your voice lilts with even less confidence. He chuckles, nodding at your finger placement.

“Let’s hear it, then,” he says expectantly, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. You can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but you’re about to find out. You strum slowly, and the sound reverberates around the room.

Wrong.

His smile widens just a fraction as you grimace, quickly wrapping your hand around the neck of the guitar to stop the horrible noises still playing from it. You look over at him, wincing, but he doesn’t seem frustrated. If anything, he seems patient.

“Not quite,” he shakes his head, moving his instrument out of his lap so he can shift closer to where you’re sitting further down the couch. The cushion dips with his weight, and you tip into him slightly, but he remains completely unfazed. “Lemme show you again—and pay attention this time, alright?”

You start to nod apologetically, but then he throws an arm behind you on the back of the couch, and all hope of retaining whatever he’s about to teach you goes out the window. Instead of showing you on his own guitar, he gestures for you to hold yours up, gently arranging your fingers on the frets.

His fingertips whisper against yours like he’s hesitant to touch you, softly tugging them into place before pressing down, showing you the right amount of pressure to apply.

They feel just as warm and rough as you’d imagined, dwarfing yours by a long shot, and the realization makes your fingers accidentally twitch out of place. Your eyes dart up to gauge his reaction and lock with his, deep and brown, and very amused.

“Doin’ alright there?” he teases, and now you know he’s on to you. You try to play it off, blaming it on your inexperience.

“Just haven't gotten used to using those muscles yet," you mumble, moving your hand away from his to flex your fingers. "Not sure I've ever had to stretch them like that before."

"'m sure ya have. Probably just didn't realize it at the time. That kinda muscle soreness comes from prolonged repetition—repeatin' an action over 'n over," he explains in that syrupy-sweet accent, completely unaware of how his words are affecting you. "Bet ya use those fingers for a lot'a different things every day, just nothin' long or strenuous enough to leave you achin'."

You bite your lip to keep from reacting. He has to know what he's doing right now. How he sounds. This conversation is starting to veer into dangerous territory, but the weird thing about it is that he genuinely doesn't seem to realize that everything he's saying has a double meaning. To you, at least. You knew all this fingering talk was going to get you into trouble.

"Uhh, yeah," you agree, side-stepping that line of thought to bring yourself back to the lesson, but it's getting harder to stay focused. "I guess I just thought playing would mostly be memorization, but there's a lot of physicality to it, too, huh?"

"Yeah, s'pose that's true," he muses, looking down at the calluses on his own hand. This time you refuse to take the bait, your breathing already too shallow, heart nearly pounding out of your chest with how close he's sitting. But he’s still completely calm and collected. "Your hand hurtin' a lot right now?"

You shrug, inspecting your reddening fingertips. "Kinda, yeah."

"It's like that in the beginnin’," he says kindly. "But the more ya play, the tougher the skin gets, and ya won't feel it as much."

He surprises you by taking your hand again, massaging the tender skin between his thumb and index fingers. God, that feels so much better already. The heat of his fingertips seeps into yours, soothing the painful indents left by the unforgiving strings, and you let out a breathy sigh of relief.

You feel his entire body tense palpably next to you. It might be your imagination or just wishful thinking, but you swear you can feel his warmth radiating into your side, somehow even closer than before. Your brain’s starting to fizzle more than the sound of your shitty guitar playing, and the room feels a little hotter. Hazier, like a daydream.

"That feel good?" he murmurs, lips practically brushing the shell of your ear.

Definitely closer.

“Y-yeah, feels nice…really nice,” you stutter, voice lowering almost to a whisper as if you were sharing a secret. “The, um—the rest of my hand is a little sore, too. Is that normal?”

You can feel him grinning at your obvious attempt to get him to keep touching you, and he gives in easily. Surprisingly so, and it's becoming clearer that he's as into whatever's happening right now as you are. You’re not sure what happened to the unfazed man from before, but you’ll happily welcome this change in demeanor.

“Yeah, s’normal,” he trails down to your palm, engulfing your hand with his own. “Don’t worry, I'll take care of ya.”

Your eyes flutter closed as his thigh presses into yours, and the arm behind you lowers around your shoulders, his hand skimming the side of your neck. Shit, what is going on? You’re pretty sure guitar lessons don’t usually go like this, but you can’t bring yourself to dwell on it. Not when he feels this good.

Everywhere his skin touches yours feels electric, sending jolts up your spine, and making you forget where you are and what you were doing in the first place. He ducks down to press his lips to your bare shoulder, and your mind goes completely blank.

All that's left is...sensation. Something dragging roughly across your skin, then soft—a little chapped—and wet. Sharp. You're abruptly aware of him sucking a hard bruise at the crook of your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, and you're unable to stop the whimper that escapes your lips. It's soft and inappropriate. A single, hushed syllable.

"Joel."

He lets out a pained groan that rumbles from deep within his chest, and the hand around yours tenses. That boundless patience he had earlier feels like it's about to run out, and the thought makes your blood run hot.

God, how is he real? How is this real? You just met this man—this much, much older man—less than an hour ago, and, yet, this is probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you. He continues to mouth up your neck, nipping at the underside of your jaw.

"What else hurts? Tell me, 'n I'll make it better," he mutters humidly, urgently against your skin.

You want to tell him where it hurts the most. That unbearable ache between your legs, the burning in your belly that you didn't even realize he was stoking. But you're so wound up, all you can manage is a frustrated sob.

"Use your words, beautiful. C'mon, lemme hear 'em," he says as if you're his instrument, meant to produce dulcet tones and resonate at his hand.

"It—fuck...it—here," you drag the hand clutching yours down, next to where the body of your guitar rests on your thigh. Where you've already soaked through the thin fabric of your pants. "Joel...need you to make it better."

The gentle vibrato of your voice, the way it shakes tumultuously around his name, and even more so when he cups your heat. His lips return to your throat to feel it, to taste it as you moan for him. And those fingers. You knew they’d feel good, and they’re so close to where you need them. Just a little bit more—but there’s still too many layers between you and his rough touch.

“M-more…need more, just—,” you whine, and he mirrors the sound back at you raggedly.

“‘Course, beautiful. Told you I’d take care of ya, didn’t I?

You're too far gone to even notice yourself desperately grinding into the palm of his hand, or the fingers at your cheek turning your face toward his.

Or your guitar quickly slipping out of your lap, more and more with each swivel of your hips. It hits the carpet with a hollow clang and, suddenly, the spell is broken. Then, it all comes crashing back.

He’s saying your name, but he sounds...different. Less breathy, less needy, and more like your patient, collected guitar teacher. Joel Miller. 56 years old, remember? Way too old for you, for your body to be reacting to him like this, and the man whose help you still desperately need to help complete your thesis.

Your eyes snap open and you realize with abject horror that you’ve been daydreaming this entire time. You can’t even imagine how long he’s been trying to get your attention while you’ve just been sitting here, fantasizing about his hands on you.

Not even ten minutes ago, you promised you wouldn’t get distracted, but you did. Again. And so much worse this time.

By his furrowed brow and the way he won’t even look at you, you must have accidentally said something out loud, too. Something totally inappropriate that you really shouldn’t have. But then, his hand twitches and your blood turns to ice.

That—fuck, that's not where it was before you zoned out. It was still on yours, arranging your fingers on the frets for the chord he was teaching you. He…he was asking about your hand, if it hurt, and then—

As if you’ve been burned, you quickly release his hand from where you’re clutching it between your legs—not just in your daydream, but in horrifying actuality. You’re screwed.

Not only is he probably going to kick you out of his house and refuse to be your teacher anymore, but he’ll likely tell your professor. And he’d have every right to. There’s no way you’ll be able to get anyone else to teach you after this.

The reason you’re here, everything you’ve worked so hard for, flashes before your eyes, catching fire and turning to ash. Your love for music, your degree—in the span of a single guitar lesson, you destroyed all of it.

And what would he think? Your father, your inspiration for choosing this path. He’d be so disappointed in you, though maybe not as much as you are right now.

All of this for what? The attractive, middle-aged guitar teacher you’ve known for less than an hour? He doesn’t even want you and, even if he did, that’s not what you came here for. Stupid, stupid.

You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bear to look at him, to say anything at all. Instead, you lean down to retrieve your guitar from where it still lies face down on the floor, and slowly stand up.

“I, uh…,” you croak out, fighting the urge to cry and look like even more of an idiot. You shake your head, unable to finish your sentence, and start to walk away, but then something miraculous happens.

Joel’s hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to keep you from leaving. You turn back to him, eyebrows raised in shock, dropping your gaze to where his skin is touching yours. He doesn't let go.

“Look—,” he starts, and you wince. It’s never a good sign when someone starts a sentence like that. If all he’s trying to do is let you down easy, he shouldn’t have stopped you. He’s just shaming you even further. “—‘m not too sure what just happened here, but if you just—if ya sit back down, we can talk about it or…just keep goin’ with the lesson…”

You didn’t see that one coming.

“You want me to stay?” you ask dubiously. “Why?”

You search his eyes for the answers to all of the things you’re not understanding, but come up with nothing. He’s sitting on the couch watching you, still holding your hand like nothing’s wrong. Acting like none of this is a big deal, as if you didn’t basically just shove his hand down your pants without his consent.

“Still got a lot to teach ya. We didn’t even get through the first line of music,” he chuckles, his voice filled with such kindness. So much more than you deserve.

“Yeah, and that’s my fault. I—,” you pause, still trying to gather your thoughts, “—I crossed a line…made you uncomfortable. You really don’t have to do this.”

He sighs, rubbing his thumb soothingly into your wrist, and the gesture makes you shiver. Somehow it’s calming, even as the gears continue to turn in your head. You still can’t seem to grasp any of this or shake the feeling that there’s something wrong with this picture.

“Well, isn’t this supposed to be a favor for some big, important grade? Don’t ya need this to pass your class?”

He’s not wrong. Without his help, you’re basically fucked for the rest of the semester.

“Yeah, I...actually really do,” you answer hesitantly.

Hope blooms in your chest. Maybe your thesis isn’t totally lost. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll even be able to focus on your lessons.

“I think we can keep this professional. Don’t you?” he implores, brows raised.

He’s right again. That’s the only way this is going to work, but it’s still a reminder that he’s not interested in you in the slightest. You’re not sure why that feels so bad.

“Totally,” you breathe out, but your expression must betray your words because he rushes to reassure you.

“It’s not that I—look, I mean…you’re a beautiful girl ‘n all, but…,” he trails off, and…what?

Beautiful. He can’t have just said that out of the blue. Beautiful, of all the words he could’ve used to describe you right then. This man is driving you crazy—and he won’t stop.

“Can’t help feelin’ like maybe I gave ya the wrong impression. I took advantage of ya,” he looks away, pained, like this was all his fault. You have no idea how he came to that conclusion, but he’s got it all wrong.

“What—no. No, if anything, I took advantage of you. You were just trying to be a good teacher,” you shake your head furiously. “Look, I did this. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t pull away, now, did I?”

His eyes meet yours again, darker than before, and you know for a fact you’re not making it up this time. The setting sun is casting shadows around his living room, across his 80s-style leather couch and carpet, illuminating every one of his handsome features.

And, yet, his eyes are black, endless voids that threaten to consume you. Whatever power he has over you feels dangerous. You knew you couldn’t have imagined it all.

But it's gone as quickly as it came. He clears his throat, dropping your wrist as if he finally came to his senses. Your patient, unaffected guitar teacher is back.

“I, uh, think maybe that about wraps it up for today,” he says with finality, standing up. “It's already eight, anyhow. You should head on home.”

Gently plucking the guitar from your hands, he zips it up in its case and gives it back to you. You nod, feeling grateful, but cautious...and also extremely curious. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to the front door, and you try your best not to react as his fingers urge you forward.

You know you’ll be thinking about them later tonight, even though you really shouldn’t. About them finishing what you started earlier, taking care of you like you still want him to. Part of you hopes he’ll be thinking about yours, too.

His hand drops and he turns to you with a small smile, leaning on his arm against the doorframe.

"But, uh, same time tomorrow? And maybe put in a little practice time before then—stretch out those fingers so you're ready to play."

“Sure,” you reply breathily. “Same time tomorrow.”

thanks for reading! part ii coming soon 🥰

(p.s. how are we feeling about finger sucking...okay bye)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller

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hitomisuzuya · 5 months

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Scara fingerin us under the table whilst the family is having a Christmas celebration!

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering.

Omg😳

Scaramouche was enjoying watching you squirm as you tried to keep your composure in your chair. You were sitting at the kitchen table, tasked with decorating disgustingly sweet Christmas cookies with icing for the family Christmas party, which was in full swing in the living room.

He hated family gatherings, so he decided his time was better spent stretching your sopping cunt apart with his fingers. Your slick oozed around his fingers as he stroked them between your folds. Your back arched a little in the chair, trembling as you moved your hips up into his fingers.

Scaramouche put his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand to watch your face contort in pleasure, struggling to swallow back a moan when he curled his fingers into your sweet spot.

Just as a louder moan was threatening to escape your mouth, someone walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. He curled his fingers into your sweet spot again, smirking as you struggled to concentrate.

He almost laughed when you could barely form a response when they asked you how things were going. "F-Fine, they are going fine," Your hand shook as you set a tube of frosting on the table, trying to move your hips into his fingers as subtlety as possible.

Once they left, Scaramouche withdrew his fingers, rubbing a few slow circles around your puffy, throbbing clit before pushing three fingers inside of you. You couldn't help the gasp of pleasure that keened from your throat.

Scaramouche leaned over the table, thrusting his fingers at a faster pace. "You'd better be quiet when you cum all over my fingers," He whispered, his tongue flicking out across your earlobe.

Your walls clamped tight around his fingers. He alternated the pace, your orgasm building up agonizingly slow as he either slowly curled his fingers over and over into your sweet spot, or harshly scissored your walls apart before hitting them firm against it.

You were glad no one walked in because whimpers and quiet moans were starting sound from you. Your hips bucked into his fingers, eager to feel them to the knuckle stretching you apart.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, reaching down underneath the table to grasp his wrist. You stifled your moans behind your hand, your fingernails digging into his wrist, his beautiful fingers coaxing the knot of your orgasm to break apart.

Scaramouche withdrew his fingers, soaking them in your release as he rubbed slow circles on your clit. He put his lips close to your ear again. "Be a good girl and go tell everyone that you are going upstairs with me to look for something. You have other holes for me to ruin," He whispered, giving your clit a pinch.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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bwambiee · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏’ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃

૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა. keep fuckin’ for hours, that pussy got power !

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CW ꒱ა. smut ⸝ fem! reader ⸝ profanity ⸝ dirty talk ⸝ face-sitting ⸝ fingerin’ ⸝ oral sex (fem received) ⸝ spitting ⸝ mentions of oral sex (male received) ⸝ lots of nicknames <3 (slut is one of em’! lil’ warnin’) ⸝ slight dumbification ⸝ he mocks us again but he’s nawt as mean ! ⸝ isagi is in luuv hehe ⸝ wc(2.5k).

NOTHING GIVES ISAGI MORE DOPAMINE THAN THE HIGH OF SHOOTING A GOAL DURING A GAME.

the only exception would obviously be you, and your pretty eyes and pink lips smiling like a daisy when he wins the match. his face brightens up into a big grin like a kid getting ice cream on a sunny day, growing bashful when he sees you run into his arms and giving him a big hug, ignoring the sweat he’s dripping off and the glances you two get. of course, isagi sneakily hides the coy smile he has on his face by burying it in the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent as he twirls you around and lifts you up effortlessly like a princess while his teammates all look at him with jealous, beady eyes.

his teammates were filled with the evil green-eyed monster of jealousy because isagi was such a lucky bastard for having such a pretty girlfriend. someone who runs up to him with the prettiest smile, small hands pawing at his chest, perfectly manicured nails grazing against the tautness of his bicep as she nuzzles into his neck so that she can whisper praises about how much of a star he is.

but after those sweet little praises that make his heart swell with happiness, you start to whisper challenges, trying to rile him up to prolong the high he’d procured from winning the match. oh sweet girl, you're challenging him? the pride and joy of blue lock, who’s never one to back down from a challenge? he can’t help but let his signature smirk form, canines peeking out when she traces his jawline and mutters about how she’d love to see a supercilious egoist on his knees.

your little tease is fleeting of course, like the flap of a butterfly’s wings as you switch gears and go back to showing off that sweet smile of yours that mirrors the sweetness of the cherry lollipop you were sucking on earlier.

“awh c’mon doll face you don’t have to pretend that you don’t want it don’t you? if you want me on my knees then let’s make it happen. better yet,” his teeth grazes the shell of your ear, trailing down to the pulse of your neck as he whispers, careful to not let his teammates hear his sin-coated words, “i’ll let you ride my tongue so I can see what that pussy looks like from heaven.”

it gives him a big rush of pride when he thinks about what he can do with you behind closed doors, holding onto the underside of your thighs when he twirls you around again and your pretty little mini skirt billows and ripples with every twirl, almost teasingly giving his teammates a tiny little peek of the baby blue panties you’re wearing just for him.

shit sweetheart, don’t you know you’re killin’ him here? it all fed his devilish ego so good especially since he knows he’s the only one who gets to bury himself between your legs, your sweet moans echoing in the air like a hymn as he laps at your pussy like a dog in heat, trying to push you closer to his face, bambi eyes filled with tears of overstimulation and it gives him such a rush because where was that confidence from earlier?

so forgive him for being rough with you, guiding you through his apartment door and hastily locking it, shoving you into his room as you two can barely get a word in, hushed whispers and moans as you two kiss messily, large hands urgently pushing you against the light blue duvet of his mattress and smooths a pathway to the hem of your skirt, calloused fingers leaving featherlight touches against the backs of your thighs so he can grip the plush flesh of your ass.

“sit on my face, c’mon,” he urges, smacking your ass lightly as his hands move to the back of your thighs to gently push you to his awaiting mouth. you feel your breath get caught in your throat when you see how serious he’s being right now. it was simply just a joke! at least… it had started out that way. was her bashful yoichi really demanding her to sit on his face right now?

“you’re a little too eager for this y’know? don’ wanna hurt you,” you whisper shakily, voice soft as silk when you hesitantly sink down onto Isagi’s mouth and his face breaks out into a boyish grin. “ ‘ichi!” you cry out, body jerking in surprise as you hold onto the headboard for support when his tongue darts out to lap up your dripping honey.

“princess sounds so pretty when I eat her pretty pussy.” he spits, spreading his saliva on your swollen pearl, pushing it into your core shamelessly while smacking your hip with a low growl, unsatisfied that all of your weight isn’t on his face yet. he manages to get you to place all of your weight down, smothered under your pussy with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he eats you out more frantically, practically using the same energy he has on the field but instead of scoring a goal, he was determined to taste your blissful arousal after weeks of endless training.

“wait yoichi… f-fuck,” you whimper out, thighs shaking as you struggle to hold your balance, knees pressed into the mattress while holding onto the headboard for dear life as you desperately try to keep yourself still. but it was so hard. so, so hard to not bounce down onto the tongue that was assaulting your core so relentlessly. “o-oh…nnh—! so good ‘ichi!”

he starts to pant loudly when he hears the oh, so wonderful little whines he adores so much, telling you that you taste like bliss, that soccer hasn’t got shit on this cute little pussy of hers. it was all just too much for you, heart jumping in adoration at the praises, voice drawled out in a sweet, pitchy mewl as you try hard not to grind back against his tongue.

he lets his hands wander up from your thighs so he can cup your tits, soft, perfect globes that fit into his hand like the last piece of a puzzle, working quickly to push up your soft cashmere top, the one that’s baby pink and shows off your dainty shoulders and defined collarbones. fuuck he loves this top, loves the bra you chose to wear today since it’s easy to push up so that he can feel your nipples pebble into his hand. he can’t help but groan into your pussy, briefly pushing you up so that he can talk to you as he feels you, cupping the heavy mounds, thumb rolling over your buds as he worships you.

“fucking perfect,” he whispers into your thigh and you whine slightly when you feel his other hand trailing closer to the comforting warmth of your centre. “you need somethin’ from me baby?”

“fingers—your fingers please ‘ichi!” you whispers tearfully. you want it, you want him.

he chuckles, the deep, rich sound that makes your toes curl so delightfully as you feel the vibrations on his chest. “i’ll give it you… oh ‘m gonna fuckin’ give it to you.”

you’ve never have nodded so fast in your life. yesyesyesyes that’s exactly what you want, to have isagi give you everything he has to offer while you helplessly paw at his headboard.

you honestly don’t know why you’re this desperate. despite initially refusing his offer to sit on his face even though you had teased the idea into his head, you didn’t think he’d actually go through with it! now here you are writhing in ecstasy from his tongue as his nose nudges your clit, hips wiggling slightly as you want your boyfriend to have unrestricted access to your aching cunt, to want him to bring you to absolute completion right on his face.

rough hands pet your pretty pussy, thumb rubbing the sensitive pearl and already the heat of his large palm has you gasping for air from the sheer thought of his fingers and tongue working inside you in tandem. his hands work like he wants to claim ownership, hungry and greedy to already stake some sort of claim on your body and it turns you on even more. to be desired this much, oh it makes your heart weep.

“what a little slut,” he hums the dirty words against your thigh again, “begging for my fingers and actin’ all innocent in front of my teammates earlier.” he knows what she was doing when she teased him, he’s immune to her little innocent act when she shyly tells him she was joking when he knows she wanted it more than him.

you’re, oh so sensitive and he works slow, his hands are careful and precise as he works you up rubbing and tracing your slit softly and he hears the soft sigh parting from your lips when he lets his index finger move to part your delicate petals, just barely slipping inside and it’s just too much.

his finger thrusts slowly and you’re thankful for that, giving you time to adjust to the familiar feeling but it’s been forever since he last fingered you. his finger was much longer and thicker than your own, your warm wet walls sucking him in right up to his knuckle and he grunts.

“y’re so fuckin’ responsive… must’ve wanted me real bad, hm?”

a whine gets caught in your throat as he moves his finger inside of you, curling it at just the right angle and ohh—there’s that spot, the one you always have trouble finding yourself. you moan involuntarily as he massages your velvety walls, fingers fucking you open in the dim light of his bedroom as he whispers sweet praises. he thumbs at your clit once more and his finger starts to pick up the pace, cunt clenching around his digit and you feel like you’re stuck in a euphoric high.

“can you handle one more pretty? hm? can my princess take another one?”

was that even a question? she doesn’t even process his words but she’s nodding as he doesn’t even bother to give her a warning, his middle finger being tucked away into the confines of your wet walls. once there’s two of his digits in you it’s all over, finger fucking you with harsh thrusts as he gives you everything. all of this pleasure was for you, and only you.

“I feel— huuagh! n-no ‘ichi! wanna cum from your tongue! wanna do it on your face!”

you sob helplessly as your senses short circuit, one hand is working your tits while the other finger fucks you into the stars. isagi is quick to oblige though as he pulls his fingers out, quickly grabbing the delicious curve of your ass so he can push you to his mouth again. the orgasm forming up your spine and spilling all the way down to your tummy was about to unravel, and it was coming fast if he continues his sweet bullying of fucking you open with his tongue, messy slurps and moaning coming from below you as he your warm, velvety walls pulse around his tongue, greedily suckling and slurping your pussy like a man starved for your attention and he wasn’t going to stop until you give it to him. do it pretty, cum all over his face.

“h-haah— yoichi ‘m gonna cuum! g-gonna cum ‘ichiii!”

brainless babbles are pulled from your lips as you wail out to him, voice akin to a siren who’s luring him to his sweet demise because that’s what you are to him, captivating his very being. pretty girl can’t you see you’ve ruined him? tore him apart and stole his heart right out of his chest while he digs tiny moons into your thighs, working his tongue in and out of your drooling cunt as your sweet cream trickles down to his face, soaking the ruby red of his jersey when you buck and thrash against his tongue, a white-hot heat spreading throughout your body that leaves you breathless.

“ ‘g-gonna cum ‘ichiii’, fuckin’ do it then angel. look so pretty goin’ dumb from my tongue.”

you can feel his lips form a lazy grin when he mocks your mewls, hearing how much of a wreck you are right now. a writhing, moaning, shaking wreck that you don’t even need to look at his face to see how arrogant he is right now. cockiness oozes from his body as broad shoulders bounce, clearly laughing at the fact that if he wasn’t holding your entire body with his mouth, you’d have toppled over by now.

“see the score baby? it’s 3-1, you helped me score that goal jus’ as much as hiori did. pussy’s the real mvp here—she’s my good luck charm.”

a small shaky huff escapes from your lips from the playfulness he’s exuding to you, little tremors racking your body as your boyfriend finally eases you off of his mouth, a thin string of your slick connecting your sensitive cunt to his tongue like a string of fate. see? even your pussy was missing him.

he can’t help but offer you a lopsided smile, licking off the remnants of your cream from his lips with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen from him, not once breaking eye contact with your glassy ones.

fuuck now it’s his turn now.

“nngh… wan’ it yoichi. wan’ you inside really badly…!”

“yeah? wan’ my cock sweet thing? wan’ me to fuck you dumb ‘n make your pretty little head think of my cock?”

he’s condescending, the way his low, saccharine voice mocks your babyish babbles, hazy doe eyes staring up at him with such want that he can’t help but indulge in your request. but he’s not gonna give it to you so easily. you’ve been spoiled rotten so it’s high time you go and do some work for a change.

that’s what good girls do.

so with a swift tug he frees his cock from the confines of his shorts, holding his heavy cock in his hand as he uses his thumb to spread the pre-cum oozing from the flushed tip and tightens his fist around the base and pumps himself a few times. he looks at you with a narrowed gaze, piercing baby blues look into your teary eyes as his lips curl up into a grin, sitting up on his knees while you obediently position yourself onto all fours, moving your head to his groin and nuzzle his cock, no words or commands needed.

“look at you—so eager for your boyfriend’s dick. you ready to make a mess all over me? bet having my cock in your mouth is gonna taste better than any of those fucking cherry lollipops you always suck on.”

#ཐིཋྀ◞𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 #𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒌 ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა #‘m insane ova him ‘m afraid #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi smut #isagi smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #isagi yoichi #isagi #blue lock

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gay-wh0re-slut · 6 months

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Hey, I'm new here and I was wondering if you could make a Rhea Ripley x fem!reader where Rhea is dressed up as a cop but they're spicing up their sex life?

I’ve had two requests for this one and i don’t blame y’all!! i went insane when i saw her come out in the cop costume with her pulling dom by the cuffs. my face is getting hot rn thinking about it lmaoooo anyway here it is for the two of you that requested cop rhea hehehehe

after writing: this is so long oopsies but i think it’s worth it

Rights

rhea x fem!reader

content: listen,, it’s spicy and extremely NSFW (handcuffs, oral sex, ass slappin’, fingerin’, strap usin’, praisin’, and degradin’)

You were doing the weekly grocery shopping of necessities and food. Rhea was out most of the week for work. You missed her more than normal and you made sure to tell her every chance you got. You were about halfway done shopping when she sent you a text. She said she had a surprise for you at home for when you got back and you couldn’t imagine what it was. You replied with an “Oooh can’t wait!!” and continued shopping.

You finally checked out and headed home. Walking through the door with all the bags because you refused to take two trips, you were surprised to see nothing had changed. You wondered where this surprise would be.

“Rhea?” you called out but no answer. You quickly put the groceries away, luckily there weren’t many, and search around the house.

You checked the home gym first, nope, then the dining room, no reason for her to be there, then the bathroom to see if she was in the shower, not there either. Finally, you ended with the bedroom. You left the door open when you left but it was closed now. You could see a red light peeking through the opening on the floor, which was weird because you don’t have any colored lighting in the bedroom.

“What are you up to?” you whispered as you knocked on the door lightly, “Rhea, baby?” as you slowly opened the door.

“Hands up!” she stood wide with her hands in the shape of a gun pointing at you. She was wearing a tight black body suit, a black vest that went around her shoulders, a police badge, a belt with a baton and her spiky platform boots. Her hair and makeup were done too.

“Oh my god,” as you closed the door behind you, “what are you doing?”

She slowly stepped towards you her hands still pointing, “I said put your hands up,” her voice was sultry and deep as she cocked an eyebrow.

You finally understood what was happening as you backed into the door, “yes, officer,” you played along. So you put your hands above your head, crossing them at the wrists leaning on the door. Your heart immediately started beating harder and in two places at that.

She puts her ‘hand gun’ away and pulls out a pair of cuffs, twirling them on her finger as she walks closer to you, “You’re under arrest for being too hot,” and she leans her body against yours, pinning you against the door with one hand holding your wrists and the other at your waist.

“Then you should be in my position, ma’am,” you smiled.

She gives you a sloppy kiss before taking your wrist and flipping you around so that you were facing the door.

She began to put the cuffs on you, “You have the right to remain silent,” she said quietly in your ear, “anything you say can and will,” her body pressed against yours once more, with her hands roaming all over, “be held against you in the court of…our bed,” she pulled you by the cuffs away from the door and turned you back around to face her. She lifted your head with her fingers by placing them under your chin, “Do you understand?”

You nodded your head, following your rights. This is the best surprise you��ve ever gotten, you thought to yourself.

“You can use your words, babygirl,” she cooed.

“Yes ma’am,” you choked out. Your mouth was dry, your pulse was through the roof and your pants were starting to feel too tight.

“Good girl,” she gripped your chin and landed another sloppy kiss before letting go. “Do you have anything on you that I need to be aware of?”

She was doing weirdly well with this whole thing, you wondered if she did research before hand. “No ma’am,” you responded.

“I think you need to be searched,” she smiled wickedly. Her hands began at your neck gently sliding down to your shoulders. Reaching your breasts, she gently squeezed both of them before moving down your waist to your hips. She walked around you, keeping her hands on you as she ran her hands down your back down to your ass, “Looks like we have a lot of something back here,” as she landed a good smack.

A small whimper came out of you involuntarily. As she wrapped her arms around you, pressing her body against yours once more, she ran her hands over your ribs then down to your hips. One hand held you in place as the other drifted down to your hot center, gently caressing it up and down. Which is when you noticed that she was kissing your neck as you let your head fall back onto her shoulder.

Your hands, though still cuffed, were gripping for any part of her that you could reach but her bottom half was just out of touch. She let go of you, but you lost your balance a little bit.

“Looks like you’re clean,” she walked back around you with her hand dragging along your shoulders. Her hand landed on your chest pushing you back until you sat on the bed. “If you’re good,” she bent down to face you as she dangled the keys to the cuffs in front of your face, “I’ll let you go, but if not,” her stare turned cold as she stood back up, “you’ll regret it,” she growled, “Understood?”

“Y-yes ma’am,” you were so nervous but so turned on.

“Good,” she smiled putting the keys back in the vest pocket. She caressed your face gently with her thumb as she cupped your cheek, “now wait here a minute,” and she went into your shared walk-in closet and closed the door behind her.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and hung your head, “Holy fuck,” you whispered to yourself. You readjusted on the bed to be more comfortable for whatever was going to happen next.

She comes back out with all the cop amenities still on but this time she was wearing a black lingerie one piece and you couldn’t think she could do it, but she was even hotter than before.

You immediately popped your head back up when you heard the door open and your jaw immediately dropped when you saw her. “Fuck me,” slipped out before you quickly shut your mouth.

“So impatient,” she was repeatedly hitting the baton in her hand as she waltzed towards you, “But don’t worry baby, we’ll get there.”

You so badly wanted her to take you right then no questions asked, anything she wanted, you’d do it but she loved to play the long game.

Her tattooed legs stopped in front of you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of them so she used the baton to lift your head for you to make eye contact with her icy blue eyes.

“Such a pretty little criminal,” she squinted, dragging the baton down your body to your thighs before picking it back up, “unfortunately for you, your hands are bound but that doesn’t mean you’re…useless,” her voice was smooth and calm, which scared you in the best way. “What ever shall we do?”

“Whatever you want,” you blurt out trying not to squirm for any sort of relief.

“Glad we agree,” her smile had an idea behind it. Stepping as close as possible, she was standing right above you with her legs on the outside of yours. She put the baton back on her belt before grabbing your face with force, “Let’s put you to use, hm?”

You nodded your head as best you could. You were willing to do anything at this point you were so desperate for her, you needed it.

In one swift motion, she swung one of her spiked heels onto the bed beside you and pushed your head into her glistening core, moving the black lace out of your way. You immediately knew what to do, so you began. You swiped your tongue over her wet folds hearing a moan from above you. She moved the loose hair from your face as she held your head with two hands, holding you in place. Continuing to move your tongue over and over, her moans were becoming louder and more frequent.

“Oh fuck,” her voice graveled followed by a sharp inhale.

You couldn’t help but smile into your movements. Flicking her sensitive bud, her hips began to, ever so gently, ride your face. You tried your best to add more pressure but the angle didn’t help much, but she didn’t seem to mind, so you kept on.

You began to suck on her clit, “God yes!” she yelled as you watched her head fall back. Her grip on your hair became tighter as you went on. She was dripping down your chin by now but you didn’t care. Releasing it with pop, you returned to lapping her up followed by the flicking once more.

It wasn’t much longer until she came, “FUCK,” she screamed as she pushed you further into her. Whines filled the room until she came down from her high, breathing heavily as she moved your head away. She lazily dropped her leg from the bed.

You licked lips off her as much as you could before she used the edge of the comforter to clean you off, “You’re so good at that,” she breathed, “even without your hands.”

“Thank you,” you giggled. You had no clue what her plans were and you couldn’t wait to see what she would come up with next. You were writhing in anticipation.

She pulled the collar of your shirt to make you stand, “You haven’t done your time just yet,” she whispered centimeters away from your face. Her eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes and back to your lips, it drove you insane but you didn’t dare do anything about it. To your relief, she gave you a brief kiss still gripping onto your collar before pushing you away.

She stepped back to admire you with her devilish grin growing on her face. You could tell she was thinking of what to do next.

She glided towards you and began to take your pants off, so you kicked your shoes off to help her. As she slid them down painstakingly slowly, she knelt down to help you out of them, throwing them towards the closet. She kissed your bare hips down to your thighs, but you kept your legs shut because you didn’t want her to see how she’s made you feel. She looked up at you, her eyes were determined.

She patted your thighs, “Spread ‘em,” she commanded.

You hesitated and shook your head, your face became red from embarrassment because your thighs were already slippery from just looking at her in the first place.

She unhooked the baton and shoved it between your knees, pushing your legs open, “I said spread,” as you wobbled your way open.

You shivered at the sudden burst of cool air on your hot center, feeling a string of your wetness drip down your thigh.

“Damn, baby, all this because of me?”

“Mhmm,” you whined biting your lip to prevent anything else coming out.

She slid the baton on your thigh gathering you, but then surprised you by sticking out her tongue and dragging the baton over it, cleaning it off, keeping eye contact the entire time.

“Oh my god,” your eyes wide at the sight.

She hummed with a smile in response as she hooked the baton back on. She glided her hands over your thighs causing goosebumps to form. She licked her lips before diving into you. Her skilled tongue smoothing over your clit.

You whined as your knees buckled, but she caught you, holding your legs in her strong arms.

“Please…let me l-lay down,” your head fell back, “I can’t-”

“Not if you want the cuffs off,” she paused to say before going right back without missing a beat.

“Fuck,” you moaned as she continued to lap you up.

You could feel her smiling into you as you forced yourself to stay standing. You were lucky she was able to hold you up or else you definitely would’ve fallen back on the bed by now because your legs were so weak.

The pressure in your stomach was easily forming and fast. “Baby, please,” you moaned, “I can’t stand much, fuck, longer.”

Without a word, she stood up, turned you around, pushed you on the bed face down, slapped your ass, and easily but carefully pushed her fingers inside of you.

“GOD,” you screamed gasping for air.

“Is this what you wanted?!” she was now plunging her fingers in and out of you while holding onto the cuff’s chain for stability.

“Yesss, fuck!”

“God, you’re such a whore,” she smiled.

You were so close to coming but you didn’t dare try without her permission. But you knew she could tell, your moans were more frequent, the way you felt on her fingers, but she loved to make you wait.

“Don’t you dare cum right now,” she slapped your ass again leaving a handprint immediately, “We’re not ready yet.”

What the hell does she mean by that, you thought. You yelped at the hit, but forced the knot back down as best you could. Suddenly, she pulled her fingers out and unlocked one of the cuffs, freeing your hands.

“Thank god,” you sigh with relief as you spread your arms out.

She rolled you over, threw you on the pillows and locked your hands once again to one of the many metal rods on the headboard.

“Fuck,” you grumped out of breath.

“Aww, all worked up and you can’t move,” she teased.

You threw her a look before she waved bye menacingly, and went back to the closet.

She quickly came back out with her strap on, twirling the key around her finger, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

You nodded your head in desperation as you watched her sauntering towards you.

“Because good girls,” she crawled onto the bed, “do as they’re told, but you don’t seem to be listening very well,” she sat on her heels between your legs as she dangled the key from her hand.

“I promise I’ll be good,” your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest.

“That’s better,” she bit down on the key, letting the spare hang out, as she moved on top of you.

She gently guided the strap into you as your back arched and your eyes snapped closed, “holy fuck,” you whined.

She began to slowly pump in and out of you before going full force. One of her hands found its way to your neck, closing around it.

Talking out the side of her mouth, “Look at you,” she grabbed the key, “doing so well, my pretty girl,” she breathed.

“Rhea,” you choked out.

“What, baby?” the bed was creaking as she pounded into you.

“Plea-”

“Do it,” she growled, “c’mon baby,” as she put the key back in her mouth.

You watched it dangle above you as she made eye contact with you. Her baby blues staring into your soul with desire made you lose it immediately. “OH GOD,” you screamed as she continued into you, “FU-U-U-UCK!”

You almost broke the head board you were pulling so hard, so she quickly unlocked one your hands letting your arms drop. You lazily let them fall to your sides gripping onto the sheets below as your back arched and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She continued to plunge into you as you rode it out.

The hand on your neck moved to cup your jaw as she slowed down her movements, gently running her thumb over your cheek, “that’s it, baby.” She finally pulled out of you catching her breath, lying down next to you. She grabbed your cuffed hand and unlocked it, throwing the key and the cuffs to the floor. “You posted bail,” she joked.

“Finally.”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #cop rhea has me in a chokehold #like PLEASE cuff me

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dabisbratz · 7 months

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saw a tweet abt nerds and aaa 'm thinkin bout nerd eren.. him fuckin sum1 so hard that his glasses falls off of his face .. the glasses jolting further down his face with each thrust 'til the glasses fully falls off mmmmm he's jus so hhhh he prob drools sm like.. saliva dripping down everywhere underneath his lovers body, glasses askew hehe i like imagining eren as a vvv vocal n noisy dom w his voice all wobbily n uneven plus he's such a biter.. kissing your neck and mark in' u like crazy cus he wants everybody to know that your his!

EEEE this is drivin me crazy!!! leavin fingerprints on your hips n thighs n arms n throat…. n rennie def has a lil obsession with fingerin your mouf.. suckin your spit off his fingers with a dopey lil grin (same one he gets when he sees his fav character on a public poster) first time he drools on you he jus… freezes. n ythink he’s embarrassed so you’re sittin up, tryin t’console him before he gets upset when an almost scary lookin grin spreads on his face n he says ylook so good all messy n ruined with his spit ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა jus a quiet lil “fuck, that’s hot..” alsoalsooo! think he’s got more dick than he knows what t’do with (obviously knows how t’use it but..) always underestimates how tight of a fit it’ll be !!

#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚#n mthink #.#he gets hard . when .#he’s nerdin out .#jus. . .the adrenaline #n ESPECIALLY!!#when ybat your pretty lashes n ask a question abt math or punctuation #or somethin. so. so. simple .#immediately twitchin in his pants

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 12<-

Part 13

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Smut, under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, overstimulation, fingerin, oral (f receiving), jealousy

Word Count: 4k

Note: There you go… Since I was really sick the last week, I hope there are not that much mistakes. Because I have a lot to do in the next few days, I didn't want to withhold this chapter from you. Hope you like it! Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always a blessing! ~much love!

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

Just as you had taken a seat on the sofa, you heard the door open. When Hyunjin appeared in the doorway and discovered you on the couch, he was amazed.

"Oh, you're here already? Sorry it got a little late."

"That's okay."

He lifted the bag in his hand and came over to you. He looked even more handsome in those baggy jeans and the white button-up shirt. Mellow strands fell into his eyes and his smile enchanted you as soon as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Are you hungry? I brought some food."

You nodded happily and his eyes roamed over your body as you helped him to prepare the burgers he bought.

„You look amazing...", he cooed and couldn't look away.

After you ate the burgers and cleaned everything up together, you sat on the couch and talked a little. But the tension was raising every second he glanced at you with those devouring eyes.

It didn't take long until he finally grabbed your face and pressed his lips on yours, mid-sentence. Suddenly you couldn’t remember anything you had talked about.

He kissed you deeply and as he sensually moved his lips against yours, he slowly pushed you back onto the couch until you were lying under him. His hands roamed all over your body, seeming to want to learn every detail and secret that it hid.

You felt his heartbeat under your hand against his chest, wanting all of him at once. He tasted engaging and when he released his lips from yours, you whimpered in disappointment. However, he began kissing along your neck and gently biting into your skin until you were just desperately pressing your body against his.

"Jinnie", you breathed overwhelmed, burying your hand in his hair as he pushed your legs apart with his knee and you felt his middle pressed firmly against yours.

He caressed your chest, down to the edge of your dress and as he looked up at you with his sparkling eyes, he unzipped the front of your dress agonizingly slowly. You helped him and slipped out of the dress so that you were only in your underwear under him.

You had chosen a special lace set just for him. It was made of white sheer fabric and small bows that barely covered anything.

"Did you dress yourself so pretty especially for me, princess? Choose this hot underwear for me to see it?", he asked with a smile that made your head spin.

Yes. You wanted to seduce him, wanted to feel his heated eyes on you and obviously he liked what he saw.

"You have no idea", you smiled dirty, and also began to hastily unbutton his shirt. As you continued to kiss, his hands roamed over your body, squeezing all those sensitive spots that made you moan into his mouth. He traced the curves of your hips, the smooth skin of your thighs, and the soft flesh of your breasts. Impatiently you took off his shirt.

He threw it next to your dress and you let your lips glide over his perfect stomach. Each of his muscles felt defined and you couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of his skin.

You elicited a gasp as you licked over his abs, up to his neck and sucked on it.

"If you just knew about all the times I touched myself the last couple weeks in bed just thinking about you...", you sighed and he could hardly believe his luck.

Your words made him freeze and he looked at you for a moment before his eyes were caught by a flame. He put a hand around your neck and pushed you back onto the sofa. His lips latched onto your neck, sucking gently and you moaned lewd, your head falling back.

„Or in the shower... Everyday after work seeing you dance..."

A growl escaped him and he nipped at the skin along your collarbone. You could feel his bulge on your inner thigh growing more and more and his touches became more impatient, more hurried.

You pressed your hips up into him, eliciting a groan from him.

"Fuck, I couldn't stop thinking about you. When I saw you with that asshole, I couldn't focus on anything except getting my hands on you again. It became a real problem. I only see one way to fix it," he said and his hands began to knead your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

"Then... we definitely have to fix it", you breathed.

"I can't let you get too distracted."

You could feel his grin on your neck, and he got rid of your bra to take a nipple directly into his mouth and suck on it. Your soft gasp spurred him on and he could feel the wet spot through your panties on his bulge.

He twirled your other nipple between his fingers and attacked your breasts with his mouth until you were dizzy. His tongue circled your nipples and he kept sinking his teeth into your soft skin. Each of his touches put you in ecstasy and all of him devoured every cell of your body.

"So you thought about me while touching yourself?", he asked with a mocking smile and you couldn't help but think of all the nights since the day he caught you dancing in the studio, that you pumped your fingers inside your desperate cunt, imagining it was him instead.

"God yes", you managed to breath out, your voice raspy, lust filled, while his mouth sucked on your breasts again.

"But it was never enough...", you sighed and he laughed lightly. He climbed between your thighs and rolled your panties off your legs, tossing them carelessly aside.

"I want to show you how much I want you, princess. Come on, spread your legs and I'll show you that you belong to us and only us!”

He placed himself in front of your soaking cunt and grabbed your thighs firmly, pushing them onto the couch.

"Fuck already so wet for me...", he said and you moaned loudly as you felt his tongue poking against your clit. You arched your back and looked down at him.

"If only you could see how goddamn pretty you look right now", he smiled, one of his hands drawing slow circles at your core.

"And you're gonna look even prettier when I'm done with you", he mumbled as he carefully pushed his index inside of you, making you inhale sharply. It sounded like a dangerous promise and due to the way he looked at you, he would keep it. Hyunjin spat onto your core, watching it glide down your folds and to your entrance.

You whole body shivered when his tongue darted out, licking a stripe upward until his lips wrapped around your clit. Your hands flew into his hair and pulled the soft strands as his face disappeared completely between your legs.

He swirled his tongue around your clit gently, savouring the sweet taste of you. You moaned louder and louder as he sucked your sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth once again, sucking and tracing circles at it with his tongue, sending shockwaves through your body.

"Oh fuck... Jinnie... don't stop", you pleaded and your grip on his hair tightened as you held his face closer to your core.

The way that your lips parted when his warm breath fans over your bare pussy made his cock throb and his mouth water. You sunk into the cushions as his tongue thrusted into you, your hands pulling his hair and he hummed, hands slipping beneath you to grab handfuls of your ass as he ate you out. His tongue slid in and out of you, nose bumping against your clit.

A dull growl vibrated against your core as he began to slide his tongue even deeper into your pussy, applying more and more pressure as your muscles tightened around him inside you.

"Jinnie I'm close", you moaned and grinded your hips against his face. His mouth felt like heaven and he was incredibly talented using his tongue. He growled in response and sucked even harder on your clit. That was enough to send lightning bolts through your body and with a loud moan you came, but he didn't stop.

His tongue continued to penetrate you and even though your legs were shaking, he grabbed them tighter with his hands to throw them over his shoulders, his hands grabbing your hips to pull them straight to him for even deeper access.

You were overwhelmed with bliss as he began to tongue-fuck you again, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You rolled your eyes in pleasure as his finger slid into your wet pussy and his tongue moved back up to suck on your throbbing clit.

"Come around my fingers again, princess!", he demanded, and you were sure he was going to ruin you completely as he added another finger before rolling them up inside you, making you cry out. He wasn't sure you could take much more, but he wouldn't stop. He had completely lost himself in the addictive taste of you, and he just wanted to keep chasing it.

Waves of pleasure washed over you as his fingers and tongue worked wonders on your pussy and your wetness soaked his hand and face. You felt thoroughly alive as adrenaline shot through you for the second time, making your legs tremble around his shoulders. With a loud cry of his name, you came around his fingers. Your head was already in the clouds and he gave you a second to breathe this time.

"You taste so sweet, babe... Can you come one more time, for me?", he asked sweetly and you feared fainting with your next orgasm.

"Jinnie, I can't... I need you. Need your cock", you moaned, but he just smiled in amusement. Reassuringly, he stroked your inner thighs and spread wet kisses, setting your skin on fire.

"Don't worry about it. I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget you ever met that asshole. But now I need you to be good for me, okay?"

His voice was like honey, lulling you and sending you into drunkenness. You wanted to finally feel him, but he had other plans, which is why you were completely dazzled by his words, nodding with that naughty desire boiling inside of you.

He sucked a few hickeys into your skin on the insides of your thighs and already you felt his full lips on your cunt again, cleaning up everything you left behind.

You were already overly sensitive, and Hyunjin's mouth against you was completely messing with your insides. Desperate sobs escaped you as the next climax already announced itself. Hyunjin was so good at eating you out that you could already see white lights behind your closed eyelids.

Now he was pumping his fingers inside you, licking your aching cunt as he did so, enjoying your face contorted with arousal.

"Shh... That's a good girl. It's okay, princess. I'll take care of you", he purred and the next orgasm already pulsated deep in your lower abdomen. And all you could do was lay there, desperately fisting the couch as he worked his mouth and hands over you. You were limp against the cushion, begging for him to give you a break. But your body told another story and was addicted to him. Even when your head was about to explode, you always wanted more.

As you desperately squeezed your thighs together, he pushed them apart again with ease, coming back up to you, but not without continuing to pump his fingers inside you. He intercepted your whimpering with feather-light kisses and the knot in your stomach was about to tear you apart.

Again and again his name rolled over your lips and only when you opened your eyes did you notice the tears rolling down your cheeks and making your vision blurry.

"One more time, princess. You can do this. Then you get what you want", he shushed you almost mockingly, his lips moving against your cheek as he watched your reactions up close. All he had to do was press his thumb against your clit and run his tongue over your lower lip, and already your sobs were pausing as you felt your orgasm hitting you like a train.

"There we go, princess. Let it all out", he encouraged as you came loudly and squirmed in his arms. Your eyelids fluttered and your breathing went raspy as he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.

You had never felt something like that before. It felt like you were floating and as soon as you dared to open your eyes, you looked into his shining eyes. He was so beautiful with his swollen lips and perfect features. Gently he placed his lips on yours and you cupped his face with both of your hands. He kissed you with so much desire that the world began to spin again.

He disengaged from you only briefly to look inquiringly into your eyes and ask:

"Are you okay?"

You had to laugh out loud and stroked his cheek with your thumb.

"More than okay."

"Good."

He grinned dangerously and you felt him slide his hands under your back.

"Because I'm not done with you yet."

A squeak escaped you as he simply lifted you up and carried you to his room. There he set you down on the bed and reunited your lips. You couldn't wait and your whole body was screaming to finally feel his dick buried deep inside of you. That's why you quickly opened his pants and he threw them carelessly aside.

Now you could see the tent in his underpants exactly and you bit your lower lip in anticipation.

"Oh, and if you ever flirt with some frat-boy-douche again, you'll definitely think of me", he said, and began to let his mouth roam all over your bare skin. You sighed loudly as he sucked several hickeys down your throat and also left bruises all over your stomach and breasts. Only when you looked down at yourself did a surprised gasp escape you:

"Holy shit, Hyunjin! I can never hide that!"

He looked at his work with satisfaction and stroked his hands down the outside of your thighs. Red marks were already forming everywhere you could look. You didn't even want to know what the spots looked like that you couldn't see.

"Maybe that'll keep those fuckers off of you next time", he teased and kissed your belly. But you didn't get to complain further as he unceremoniously took off his boxers and his hard dick popped out.

With your mouth open you stared at his enormous length and he propped himself up with his elbows next to your head. You look down at it and you were almost nervous at the idea of having it inside you, but your burning desire overtook your nerves.

"Are you ready for me?", he whispered into your ear and kissed your jaw while his tip was already rubbing against your entrance. You automatically pushed your aching cunt towards him and wanted him more than anything else. You nodded and suddenly his lips crashed against yours as he slowly sunk into you. The feeling as he stretched you out made your head spin. His eyes fluttered and he let out a low groan, cursing under his breath, while both your mouths hung open.

He completely filled you up and made you see stars.

"You're so big," you hissed and he slowly opened his eyes. You tried to get used to his length while breathing sharply.

"Can I move?", he asked softly, his caring making you even more addicted to him.

"Yes. Please fuck me Jinnie!", you whimpered and he started to thrust into you. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and he kissed you heatedly this time. The roughness of his kiss quickly took over his movements, thrusting harder and faster with each second that went by. You moaned his name and clawed at his back as he snapped his hips hard against yours. Your cunt was already sore and overstimulated but his cock so deep inside you made you take off and he turned you into a cockdrunk mess within seconds.

None of your fantasises could live up to the real situation, and he has greatly surpassed any and all expectations you held before tonight. Never did you think when you started to work as the manager of Stray Kids you'd ever be in this situation, getting fucked by Hyunjin and crying his name while he used you like his little fucktoy. His room was filled with the sounds of your soaked cunt squelching each time he pushed into you, his soft moans and your pornographic whimpering.

"You're so fucking loud... Fuck, you love this, don't you?", he grunted into your ear, adjusting his pace until he was brutally slamming his dick into your cunt, his balls audibly smacking against your skin. You could only whimper loudly as he hit your sensitive spots each time and the next orgasm was announced by a shattering explosions in your belly.

"Use your words, babe! Do you love it when I fuck into your sweet little cunt like that?", he asked with an animalistic glint in his eyes.

"Fuck... Yes... Yes... Love your dick", you choked on your own words and when he saw the tears in the corners of your eyes, his cock twitched aroused inside you. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders. With one hand on your neck he could ram even deeper into your aching cunt and the bed squeaked dangerously beneath you.

The sight of your perfect body under him, littered with his hickeys and spread out just for him, caused fireworks in his head.

He grunted with each thrust, fucking you as though he has been waiting for this as long as you. Now you knew that he has felt the same sexual desire, the same primal greed to feel you and for the first time, he was satisfied. His aura itself was addictive, pulling you in and making you never want to miss it again.

"Your so tight for me. This pussy is made for me, princess”, he husked while holding your legs so tight that there would definitely be bruises. His hand on your neck held you in place and you could feel that the next orgasm would destroy you.

"You're close, aren't you?", he gasped, as your walls clenched and nearly crushed him and your lips swelled at the physical abuse it had gone through.

"Mmhh", was the only thing you produced, besides sinful moans. He quickened his pace until you were lost in the sound of your skin slapping.

"Jinnie... gonna come...", you cried and he increased the pressure on your neck so that the world stopped spinning.

"It's okay, princess! Come around my cock!"

His words were enough. Pure pleasure shoots through you like a bullet, filling you with joy as you squirted all over him. Your high shook your body and made you dissolve into pleasure as he continued to thrust into you. However, his hips stuttered and he knew he would only last a few more thrusts. With a muffled moan he pulled his dick out of you and shot his load onto your belly and breasts. He looked impossibly beautiful as his head dropped to his neck and his lips parted slightly.

When he lowered his gaze with his chest raising heavily and saw his cum on your body, he exhaled loudly.

"Fuck you look so hot right now."

Your whole head was buzzing and your legs were shaking like crazy. Hyunjin leaned down to you and kissed your parted lips before slipping into his boxers. You were still so caught up in the crushing rush that you didn't notice him disappear and come back with a towel and your clothes that you had left in the living room. Caring he helped you clean yourself up, slip into your panties and then handed you a shirt, which you pulled over your head in exhaustion.

"My clothes look way better on you than they look on me”, he smiled and you ran a hand through your completely ruined hair. Your legs felt numb and your eyelids became heavy. Hyunjin looked at you lovingly and sat next to you, slowly massaging your thighs.

"I can't walk", you remarked and fell back on the pillow.

"It's okay. You don't have to walk anywhere right now", he said, and directly butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he slid under the covers beside you and pulled you into his arms. His cologne befuddled you and you buried your face against his neck, breathing in his pleasant scent deeply.

He rested his chin on your head and stroked your back soothingly.

"Did you like it?", he asked into the darkness and you had to grin a little.

"You totally ruined me, my legs won't stop shaking, so yeah. That was amazing."

Hyunjin's chest vibrated slightly as he chuckled.

"I bet that boy couldn't have done that."

You straightened up for a moment and slapped his chest with the flat of your hand.

"You just fucked me senseless. So can you stop bringing him up?"

You could see his grin even through the darkness.

"Just saying..."

You groaned in disbelief, but couldn't help smiling and nuzzled your face against his chest again.

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"What the hell?", exclaimed Changbin, stunned, as you sat down at the table to drink your coffee the next morning. Confused, you stared at him, and Han was now also looking at you with wide eyes. Chan turned from the coffee machine and frowned.

"What happened to you?", asked Jisung, coming closer to stare at your neck. He moved your legs from the chair next to you, sat down and laid them onto his lap.

Only then did you realize what they meant.

Still tired from the previous night, you had completely forgotten what Hyunjin had done to you. On your entire neck, some places on your stomach and also on your inner thighs you could see everywhere the red bruises he had left. Before you could explain yourself, he came into the kitchen with Felix behind you, waiting for Chan to finish at the coffee machine.

"What's wrong?", he asked the others, and now Jeongin and Seungmin, who were sitting across from you, were also looking overwhelmed at your tormented skin.

Jisung slid a finger inside the collar of the shirt that you had borrowed from Hyunjin, stretched it to look into it at your naked upper body beneath it with his mouth hung open.

"Am I the only one who heard loud and clear what was going on yesterday?", asked Minho, rubbing his eyes as he dropped into a chair.

„Nah. Definitely heard it too", Changbin said and tried to hide his smile. Chan whirled around directly to Hyunjin and Han gently stroked the red spots on your neck while your legs were across his lap.

"You did this to her?", Chan asked, perplexed, and Hyunjin only now seemed to realize the magnitude of what he had done. He pressed his lips together and you smiled in amusement as Jisung looked in Hyunjin's direction, incredulous but equally appreciative.

"It looks a lot worse than it is", you said quickly, intercepting Han's hand before he could lift your shirt up to check for the bruises on your stomach as well.

"Are you sure? You look like he pushed you down the stairs”, escaped Changbin and that made Minho and Seungmin laugh.

"Hey, I don't look much better!", Hyunjin said, lifting his shirt. Underneath, his fair skin was revealed. You held your breath as everyone looked at the trail of red hickeys running across his abs and chest.

You couldn't really remember giving them to him.

"What's wrong with you guys?", laughed Jeongin, and Felix nearly choked on his coffee.

„Like wild animals", sighed Seungmin but couldn't take his eyes off that pretty red colour of those bruises on your soft skin.

"You're lucky you can hide them today, Hyunjin", Chan said reprovingly, and you hadn't thought about that at all.

Fortunately, you now had a few days off until the promo phase began. From then on, it was one big event after the other until the first Liveshows would start. Therefore you would use the time for the move, while the boys would shoot their Performance-Video today. You would be at the dorm for a few days, unpacking things without meeting anyone. So hopefully the hickeys would be gone by the beginning of next week.

-> Part 14

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