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Extra Credit: Part 6 (Shalaska) - Rosie

A/N: Sorry times a million for keeping you waiting for more Extra Credit! But it’s finally here! Thank you times a million for being so patient! Since the last chapter I took a slight detour and wrote this three part fic called Tattletale which you can read here, here and here. I’m really proud of it and think it somewhat justifies the annoying break. But now I’m back! With better writing! And a cheerleading uniform which ends up on the floor! My sideblog @aqrosie has heaps of head canons on both TT and EC and I post updates there so come and join us if that's your thing!

Story Summary: University professor Sharon Needles hooks up with a slamming hot blonde at a bar who may or may not be one of her students.

Catch Up on Extra Credit: Part One, Two, Three, Four and Five

There were two things Sharon was positively sure of as she brushed her teeth one morning a week after asking Alaska to be her girlfriend.

Firstly, she was officially dating a student, and she was more than aware of that fact. She looked at Alaska’s pink toothbrush sitting innocently in her toothbrush holder cup, zoning out as she brushed her molars harder than her dentist would have liked.

Secondly, she liked it. Sharon would go as far as to say she loved Alaska, but that thought sent a thrill up her stomach and made her weak at the knees. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt like this, and part of her knew perhaps this was the first time.

Years, even just months ago Sharon was scandalised at the thought of professors shagging undergraduates. She could never see a student that way, no matter how hard they flirted with her in an attempt to boost their grades. It was an abuse of power. Forbidden.

But Alaska wasn’t her student when she met her in that bar, or when she got on her knees in that bathroom, or when she took her home. That made everything so different, and it made Alaska irresistible.

Sharon spat her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Do you have to leave?” Alaska whined, hugging Sharon’s back and inhaling the expensive scent of her chic office clothes.

“Not by choice,” Sharon said as she turned around, seeing Alaska in a loose dark blue university sweatshirt and nothing else, her blonde hair piled on top of her head as strands fell out. “Believe me.”

She kissed Alaska, one arm wrapping around her thin waist while her other hand slipped down and teased her between her legs.

“How,” Sharon questioned, pulling away and breaking their kiss, “is she always rearing to go? Even after this morning?”

Alaska burst out laughing at Sharon’s loving disbelief, her youthfully high libido always a source of wonder to Sharon, who proudly enjoyed her wholesome couple of orgasms before wanting to snuggle up and sleep.

“I don’t know,” Alaska glowed, shrugging her shoulders as her hand met Sharon’s, encouraging her to keep going.

“I might be late,” Sharon said softly against Alaska’s hair, her middle finger circling her slick clit as she watched as the younger girl’s eyelids flutter shut.

“Then be quick,” Alaska sighed quietly, capturing Sharon’s lips with hers as Sharon’s touch increased.

Sharon stepped them backwards to hold Alaska against the tiled bathroom wall. She massaged Alaska’s throbbing bud before alternating and rubbing between her slick folds and teasing her entrance.

Since Alaska came twice this morning, they both knew she didn’t need much. Sharon kissed her deeply as her touch became more frantic, the sound of Alaska’s wetness bouncing around the bathroom walls as Sharon’s tongue lapped against hers.

Alaska whined as she slipped her hand underneath her loose sweatshirt to squeeze one of her breasts, her thighs shaking as she arched against the cold tiles, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her skin and the heat of Sharon’s touch.

“Look at you,” Sharon whispered, knowing dirty talk was a kink for the both of them, “so fucking desperate for me. So wet for me. It’s never enough for you.”

Alaska nodded feverishly, an incoherent response bubbling out of her as her orgasm built. Her hips jerked against Sharon’s touch, and as she looked down, the sight of her naked legs against Sharon’s sleek outfit made her pulse.

“Need you, always need you,” Alaska whined.

And finally she was coming, her orgasm shuddering through her body as she gripped onto Sharon, moaning as her thighs clenched and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t stop, hgn, fuck,” she managed during Sharon’s relentless touch.

She pulled her through her high, only slowing down when Alaska’s breathing began to calm. Alaska brought their lips together, knowing as soon as Sharon was out of her arms she’d be leaving.

“Will that suffice until I’m home?” Sharon smirked, pecking her on the lips once more before slowly moving away.

“Perhaps,” Alaska mused, giggling as Sharon lightly slapped her ass as she moved to wash her hands.

“What’s on your agenda for today?”

“I have that two hour tutorial at three,” Alaska said as she leaned against the towel rack and played with her hair in the mirror. “Do you mind if I stay here and study? I actually feel like I get shit done because I have no distractions. And everyone is cramming in the library before the break.”

“Of course!” Sharon replied. “Feel free to use my office too, and you know how to work the coffee machine?”

“Yes,” Alaska smiled, following Sharon out of the bathroom. “And thank you.”

She watched as the older woman slipped her black heels on and applied her berry-toned lipstick in the mirror near the apartment’s front door. Grabbing her keys, bag and coat, she turned and gave Alaska one last peck on the lips.

“Are you going back to the dorm tonight?” Sharon asked, already planning her solo TV dinner.

“Yeah,” Alaska bit her lip. “Looks a bit sus as I spent Sunday here.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

There was a brief moment where they just looked at each other, both wondering how long this strategic planning would last while knowing it was for their safety.

“I can’t wait until next week,” Sharon said softly as she played the drawstrings of Alaska’s sweatshirt, wishing she could stay home with her.

“Me too,” Alaska replied, already smiling again and almost bouncing on her toes.

As she watched Sharon leave, excitement bubbled through her. Next week was the Fall break, an entire week with no university responsibilities for the both of them. No lectures for Sharon to plan, and no draining tutorials for Alaska to endure. But the best part? Alaska was staying with Sharon for its entirety. No scampering back to the dorm or tip toeing around Courtney, who thankfully didn’t notice her unusually high absentness as she was cooped up in the library studying.

It had all been planned out too. Courtney thought Alaska was heading back to Eerie to spend the break with her parents. Her parents thought Alaska was staying on campus as she had “so many assignments to still complete.”

And Alaska was a forward planner. In the lead up to this mission she had subtly asked her mother for pictures of their home when texting and currently had a folder of images to send to Courtney in an attempt to really pull off this charade. There was a photo of their pool on a sunny day, a picture of cookies her mother had just made, and heaps of new photos of Alaska’s cat, all ready and waiting for when Courtney inevitably Snapchatted her about her break.

Of course, Alaska had planned for her parents too. She snapped photos of her study set up in the event of giving her parent’s physical proof of her apparent work ethic, and already had a bunch of selfies with her friends her parents hadn’t seen yet to show she was “taking time out and enjoying her social life.”

It was a great plan, because in reality, she’d be in Sharon’s arms for the entire week.

Sharon settled down on her couch while a hot bowl of pumpkin soup and a glass of red wine sat ready and waiting for her on her coffee table. Cerrone hopped up onto the couch after seeing his owner doing the same and pretended to not enjoy the incredible pets Sharon was currently giving him as she clicked through her Netflix to set up another episode of Queer Eye.

Sharon was content. This used to be her ideal set up when she was single and wanted nothing else but to mindlessly eat, watch, and cuddle her fur baby after work. But as she gasped at the lazy lifestyle of the straight man on screen and cooed at his transformation, she wanted nothing more than to have Alaska next to her.

As if on cue, the girl in question messaged her.

A: What are you having for dinner? : )

Sharon let herself squeal like she was a decade younger and didn’t even bother to pause the Fab Five as she replied.

S: Pumpkin soup : ) I made so much so I have leftovers for when you pop in over the next few days!

A: Oooh delish!

Sharon couldn’t stop smiling as they texted, filling each other in on their day and wishing they were together, but still grateful for this kind of communication. It sent a thrill through Sharon to know Alaska was sitting on her bed in her dorm just metres from Courtney.

A: Btw I can’t come over Friday night for fall break, but Sat morning instead

S: No worries, is everything okay?

A: Yea just something came up

One of Sharon’s eyebrows rose, but she didn’t pry, knowing Alaska might tell her. She snorted when a message came through a minute later.

A: It’s a pep rally

A: And I’m a cheerleader lol

Sharon sat up so quickly from her lounging position she scared Cerrone away.

“A cheerleader,” she announced loudly to no one before taking a large sip of wine. This was all too much.

S: A

S: CHEER

S: LEADER

A: omg

S: And you’re only telling me now BECAUSE?

A: Idk

A: : )

S: Do you have…

S: … a uniform

A: Yes : )

S: I’m gonna pass out

A: Hahaha

A: It’s no biggie, I’m on the reserve team in case one of the actual cheerleaders can’t perform at comps and stuff, but I never get picked for comps anyway. But we all have to cheer for pep rallies

A: I suck so bad, like I have no timing or rhythm but I think I look cute haha

S: I can imagine

An idea popped into Sharon’s head, somehow getting through between all the new fantasies of Alaska in a pleated cheer skirt and nothing else.

S: Would you mind if I came and watched?

A: Oh you don’t have to!

A: Like of course I’d love you there but it might be a bit boring? Idk there will be a lot of students and yelling haha and we won’t be able to talk but if you want to??

S: I’m gonna come

A: Omg

“Do we have to go?” Willam whined, clicking her mouse around her screen and shutting down her computer, more than ready to leave her university office and not think about work for the next week. It was finally Friday afternoon, and Sharon was pumped for the pep rally, and the week ahead with just Alaska. “Can’t we just go straight to the drinks?”

“No!” Sharon protested, standing in Willam’s office with her bag in her hand and her coat already on, like an excited child ready for their first day of school. “Come on, we’ve worked here for god knows how many years and have never once gone to a pep rally. Let’s show some spirit!”

Willam grimaced at Sharon’s unusually good mood. But come to think of it, Sharon had been quite happy over the last few weeks. What was that about?

“I just want to pop in for a little while, sus it out, see what it’s like, and then I promise we’ll head off and I’ll buy you your first drink at the bar.”

Willam smiled before hopping out of her leather chair.

“Okay,” she said happily, grabbing her bright orange coat that somehow looked amazing paired with her blue eyeshadow and pink lipstick.

They hiked through the campus in their heels, eventually joining the mass of students and smattering of staff members here for the pep rally. The grandstand crowd was a sea of blue and yellow, the universities colours, with painted banners boasting generic school spirit phrases.

“Fuck, it’s cold out,” Willam whined. “God there are so many people. Why are we even here—“

“Look! There’s an empty spot at the top,” Sharon interrupted, grabbing Willam’s wrist and pulling her work bestie up the grandstand stairs. They scrambled up to secure their seats and sat down on the cold metal benches, Willam’s loud orange coat and Sharon’s go-to uniform of all black sticking out in the sea of yellow and blue.

“I’m so confused, is a game happening? Sharon we hate sport.”

“I… don’t think so,” Sharon squinted. “Pep rallies are weird.”

“Let’s go then,” Willam shrugged, moving to stand up. “We came, we saw, we decided to leave and get shit faced—“

“No!” Sharon said, grabbing Willam’s coat sleeve. “It hasn’t started yet. 10 more minutes.”

Sharon’s heart raced with anticipation as she looked out at the empty field. Alaska told her it would start around 5:30, but if Willam dragged them out before the cheerleaders came out, this would have been for nothing.

But suddenly, a horn blew and both professors jumped as everyone around them rose to their feet. The voice of a dramatic announcer came over the loud speaker as the lights of the field dimmed and the roar of the crowd grew.

“Oh come on theatrics!” Willam yelled to Sharon over the noise, not being able to stop the smile on her face at the atmosphere.

Two students raced onto the field and held up a huge banner as the MC pumped up the crowd. Suddenly the lights switched on and exposed the field to the audience right as a group burst through the banner.

It was the cheerleaders.

Sharon almost squealed and went to grab Willam’s hand before thinking ahead to clutch her own hands to her chest as she beamed.

The crowd went wild as the cheerleaders bounded into action, jumping, skipping and flipping in all directions before somehow forming a perfect formation. On cue, Beyonce’s Formation came on, and Sharon and Willam smiled and clapped along while wondering if this was a copyright infringement.

Sharon’s eyes combed the mass of girls like an eagle, trying to spot one tall blondie in particular. Every time she thought she found her, the girl would turn around and not be Alaska, before their choreography dissolved them all into each other and Sharon became lost again.

Her heart sank a little when she realised Alaska might not even be on the field. She remembered how she mentioned they had a reserve team that didn’t perform, and this current group looked pretty incredible. Sharon surveyed the entire performance, enjoying the spectacle as all the girls moved in unison.

Well except for that one of the end who looked a beat behind.

Sharon’s eyes widened.

“Ohmygodtheresheis!” Sharon squealed, her voice high pitched as she beamed.

“What?” Willam asked, distracted by all the chaos and the tiny skirts flipping up as the girls were effortlessly tossed into the air.

“Nothing!” Sharon smiled, not taking her eyes off Alaska, who was waving blue and yellow pom poms and kicking her long legs in the air, a solid beat behind the others but smiling at the crowd as she did so. She looked absolutely stunning with her high ponytail and giant bow, so it was no wonder her missteps here hardly noticeable.

The routine finished and Sharon cupped her hands around her mouth when she cheered before clapping wildly. The MC revved up the crowd, and as Willam checked her phone, Sharon watched Alaska mill around with the other cheerleaders, catching their breathes and waving to the crowd.

She willed Alaska to look her way. There were several hundred people watching, and she prayed she would somehow spot them in the sea of faces. She saw Alaska look out into the crowd, her eyes slowly searching. Sharon wished she could have called out her name, stood up and waved, anything to get her attention to show her in the moment how proud of her she was and that Alaska could see she really did come out to support her. But Alaska’s gaze was ripped from the crowd when another cheerleader walked up to her to talk. Sharon’s shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment.

“Some of them are cute,” Willam smiled, elbowing Sharon lightly.

Sharon’s heart stopped.

“Mmh, I guess,” Sharon tried to feign disinterest while giving Willam a wide side-eye, who was busy admiring the cheerleaders.

“That blonde one is cute,” Willam mused.

Sharon’s ears picked up and her gaze sharpened.

“Who?” She frowned, trying to follow Willam’s line of sight. If Sharon dragged Willam along to this freaking pep rally only to watch her get excited over Alaska, well she’d be damned.

“That little one bouncing around,” Willam whispered, pointing subtly.

Sharon’s eyes darted from cheerleader to cheerleader before she spotted the short bouncing blonde, and she sighed in relief when it wasn’t Alaska, but instead her friend Catherine— or was it Courtney? It was Courtney.

“Oh!” Sharon happily exclaimed. “Yes, cute.”

Alaska was detangling a loose knot in her pom poms as the other cheerleaders loitered around the front of the grandstand, waving to the crowd and doing the odd trick for attention as tech students set up equipment for a musical performance. Sharon smiled softly. It was cute watching Alaska in public and seeing her in an environment that wasn’t a lecture hall or Sharon’s apartment. She looked so pretty, and friendly, and even a little awkward as she hugged herself from the brisk evening air, her long legs shaking slightly.

“I think that was the best part,” Willam sighed. “Should we head off? I need alcohol to warm me up.”

“Uh, yeah,” Sharon said in defeat. It was freezing this high up on the grandstand, and she knew Willam’s patience was running thin.

They stood up and began the tedious task of moving between people and down the metal steps, but Sharon kept her eyes on Alaska the whole time.

But like fate itself, something caused Alaska to look up at the corner of the grandstand. In the sea of blue and yellow, Willam’s bold orange coat stood out like an alarm. She squinted slightly, recognising the advertising professor’s face before realising Sharon was right next to her. And Sharon was looking at her, a huge smile spreading across her face as Alaska met her gaze.

Alaska’s face split into a grin as Sharon raised her hand slightly and waved, to which Alaska replied by excitedly shaking one of her pom poms in the air. Warmth spread through her at the sight of Sharon in the crowd, and without realising it, moisture gathered in her eyes. Living away from home meant things like family being there for you physically wasn’t possible. But the sight of Sharon coming out to support her cheerleading, no matter how unimportant she felt she was to the team, was so touching.

She waited until Sharon and Willam reached the bottom of the steps before holding Sharon’s gaze again and pulling out her greatest, and only, trick – a one-handed cartwheel. She almost kicked fellow cheerleader Roxy Andrews in the face in the process, but the first few rows of the grandstand cheered for her, as if she was performing for them.

Sharon yelped, and Willam walked into her back as Sharon stopped in her tracks and watched Alaska just metres away from her.

“Woohoo!” Sharon yelled out before clapping, and Alaska’s cheeks almost hurt from smiling so much.

“Oof!” Willam scoffed after running into Sharon. “Bitch keep walking. The sports ball is about to come out and there’s a vodka and soda waiting for us.”

As predicted, the announcer’s voice came over the loud speaker, and soon enough athletes were running onto the field. Alaska and Sharon shared one last smile before Alaska had to jog over to her team, but not before she waved a pom pom at Sharon.

“I have something to show you,” Sharon smiled, taking Alaska’s hand and walking her into the kitchen.

It was Saturday, the start of their week together, and Sharon had planned ahead.

“I was just at the shops and I saw a few things so I thought I would stock up, you know?” Sharon rambled, opening the pantry.

“Aw, Sharon, you didn’t have to,” Alaska beamed, bringing her hands to her chest.

There in the pantry were a couple of Alaska’s favourite foods. A jar of Nutella, two share packets of these veggie chips she loved, and a bag of sour gummy worms because they were her guilty pleasure.

“I even found these,” Sharon said, grabbing a plastic tub of organic trail mix in a flavour that was Alaska’s favourite. “Because I know you said you liked to nibble on this while studying because it’s really healthy.”

“Aw, babe, thank you,” Alaska cooed, taken aback at the gesture and moving to wrap her arms around Sharon’s waist.

“And there’s more,” Sharon smiled, opening the fridge and rubbing Alaska’s back. “I stocked up on the Greek yogurt you got me hooked on, and I got a bottle of that white wine you liked because I only have red.”

Alaska had to bite her lip in a bid to stop smiling so wide.

“This is,” Alaska was almost lost for words, “the sweetest thing. Thank you.”

It was such a small gesture but it meant so much. Not only did Sharon go the extra mile to make her feel comfortable and at home, but it showed she listened to Alaska and paid attention.

“There’s more,” Sharon smiled, excitedly walking them through her apartment towards her office. “I know you said you liked studying here, so I moved my printer onto the floor over there because I barely use it, and I had a second chair in storage, so I thought you’d like your own little space alongside me?”

Alaska gasped. Space on the sleek white desk that ran around the perimeter of Sharon’s office had been cleared, and a blush pink leather chair now joined Sharon’s well loved brown one.

With just one look Alaska could already picture them working in here during the day, Alaska writing up her assignments, Sharon marking them, a candle or two flickering with steaming cups of tea or coffee sat near them while music played softly in the background.

Almost embarrassingly, Alaska’s bottom lip quivered as her eyes prickled, threatening to tear up over some slight redecorating.

“Aw, honey,” Sharon laughed, pulling Alaska into a hug and kissing her forehead.

“It’s just,” Alaska stumbled. “This is so sweet? And thoughtful? I’m so emotional wow, but thank you so, so much for this. You really didn’t have to do this but I’m so grateful.”

“It was no hassle at all,” Sharon said, ignoring how she almost took her back out moving that damn printer in the name of love. “I’m so glad you like it!”

“I absolutely love it,” Alaska sighed.

Sharon kissed her forehead again before lightly cupping Alaska’s cheeks and looking into her eyes.

“I want you to know that you’re always welcomed here,” Sharon said, softly tucking a loose strand of hair behind Alaska’s ear. “I wish we didn’t have to sneak around and stuff, but I hope this makes you feel like your presence here isn’t fleeting, you know? And that… you still belong here, even when you’re not here. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” Alaska laughed, biting her lip. She knew exactly what Sharon meant, and it melted her heart.

Their lips met, and Sharon inhaled deeply, savouring the moment as she felt her knees go weak at Alaska’s tongue tracing her bottom lip.

In all honesty, she was a little nervous to show Alaska her adjustments. Would she care? Would it be a bit much? Not enough? Did she even get the right wine?

But she had no reason to worry.

“I actually brought something to show you,” Alaska said, pulling away from their kiss as an idea twinkled in her eyes. “Go wait in the bedroom.”

“She’s bossy,” Sharon remarked, laughing as she went and sat on her bed. She checked her emails on her phone as she waited, and it was only when she was glaring at yet another student asking for extra credit points did Alaska appear in the bedroom doorway.

Sharon’s phone fell from her hands and landed on the bed.

“Oh wow…” She squeaked, and Alaska laughed when Sharon had to clear her throat.

There in the doorway stood Alaska, head to toe in last night’s cheerleading outfit, minus the white turtleneck she had worn underneath. She had pulled her long blonde hair into a sleek ponytail and finished it off with the same blue and yellow bow she wore before. Her tight crop top stretched against her chest, the universities initials boldly printed across her breasts. The pleated skirt that had been burned into Sharon’s mind grazed the tops of her slender, toned thighs. She wore impeccably white sneakers with matching socks, and Alaska had even gone the extra mile and applied gold glitter on her eyelids, just like last night.

Sharon pulsed.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed.

Alaska giggled, slowly walking over to Sharon and standing against where her professor sat on the bed.

“Do you like my uniform?” Alaska asked quietly, her fingertips trailing the hem on her tiny skirt.

Sharon nodded feverishly, her eyes widening as she physically felt the spell Alaska cast over her.

“What about my skirt?” Alaska asked, her voice low and slow. “Do you like my skirt?”

She ran her fingers through the pleats and lifted the fabric slightly, stifling a laugh when Sharon visibly gulped at the sight of her wearing nothing underneath.

“Oh my god,” Sharon breathed, running her hands up Alaska’s thighs, feeling the combination of soft skin and blue fabric. “I love life.”

Alaska laughed, her hands tangling in Sharon’s blonde hair as she brought her face against her chest.

“What about my top?” She asked innocently. “It’s a little snug, a little thin, but that means my nipples show through.”

She brought her fingers to her breasts and squeezed them while moaning softly, sure enough showing Sharon her buds poking against the fabric.

“I… will tear this off you,” Sharon whispered, because if she spoke any louder, she would actually flip them around and rip the uniform off Alaska’s body before burying herself between her legs.

Alaska spun around, the pleats of her skirt flaring up as she moved and revealing a split second of her exposed ass before she sat down on Sharon’s lap, her back against Sharon’s chest.

“What about my bow?” Alaska asked, arching her back as she fiddled with her hair, while having the audacity to grind herself against Sharon’s lap. Sharon’s right hand grabbed Alaska’s hip while her left twisted effortlessly around Alaska’s long ponytail and pulled it abruptly – not hard enough to hurt, but enough to jerk her head back.

“Fuck yes,” Alaska whined, grinding harder as the other woman’s hips thrusted up. Sharon could feel herself getting wet, and the thought of Alaska’s bare skin against her tight jeans made her clench.

“You like that?” Sharon asked, her hand trailing down between Alaska’s thighs to rub her folds and clit underneath the skirt before she pulled at her ponytail again, slightly harder this time.

“Hgn, god yes,” Alaska begged, her lips parting as she spread herself backwards across Sharon’s lap. “Fuck me.”

Sharon let go of her hair, only to grab at the zipper of her cheer crop top and pull it down, watching as the material peeled off around Alaska’s skin and slid down her arms, all the while continuing to tease Alaska. One of Sharon’s hands slinked up and squeezed at her left breast, thumbing over her nipple as Alaska arched against her, desperate for her touch.

She stood up and turned to face Sharon, who pulled her back into her lap and licked a strip up the flat space between her breasts before cupping and circling Alaska’s right nipple with her tongue. Alaska gasped as Sharon sucked, her hands tangling in the other woman’s hair and pulling her closer as she threw her head back, her long ponytail grazing the top of her skirt in the process. Sharon’s hand looped around her body before she squeezed her ass and pulled away

“Get on your knees, baby,” Sharon’s voice was horse and thick with lust. Alaska obeyed, sinking down onto the hardwood floors of Sharon’s bedroom and helping her pull her jeans off. Sharon slipped her underwear off, but not before Alaska noticed the wet spot she had drawn from the older woman, which sent pleasure down her spine.

Alaska spread Sharon’s legs apart, planting a trail of kisses inside her thighs before she reached her pussy, which thrusted up as Alaska got closer. Alaska mouthed over Sharon’s trimmed hair, teasing her before licking up her slick folds and tasting her.

“Ah, fuck,” Sharon whined, and the sound sent a pulse straight to Alaska’s clit.

Alaska continued, alternating her attention between the throbbing bundle of nerves and Sharon’s clenching entrance. She kept going, loosing track of time as she jumped between going fast and painstakingly slow.

“Ggh, don’t stop,” Sharon breathed, pressing Alaska closer as the younger girl hummed around her clit, sending vibrations through her veins.

She looked down, her breath hitching at the gorgeous sight of Alaska on her knees, her blue and yellow bow proudly holding up her ponytail, gold glitter shimmering on her closed eyelids and wetness smeared around her lips as she ate Sharon out.

And then Sharon was coming, her thighs shaking and pleasure exploding from around Alaska’s lips, who moaned and whined and pulled Sharon through her orgasm as the older woman held her against her core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, right, there, ah,” Sharon whined, grinding herself against Alaska until she came down from her high.

Alaska pulled back in satisfaction, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before smiling smugly up at Sharon.

“Not bad for a girl who can’t kick in time,” Alaska shrugged, standing up. But Sharon pulled her onto the bed.

“Oh I’m not done.”

Sharon shakily rolled off the bed and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside table, looking for something in particular while she quickly unbuttoned her blouse. She left her black lacy bra on, knowing it’d look nice with her newest accessory.

Alaska scoffed at the bottle of lube Sharon chucked onto the bed while rummaging through her things.

“I think she’s wet enough to not need some extra help,” Alaska said, rolling the bottle to the side. But she thought again when Sharon turned, a black strap on in her hand.

“Oh,” Alaska said softly, pulsing, “I like that.”

Sharon laughed, climbing onto the bed.

“Can we use it?” Sharon asked. “I don’t know it’s just something about the skirt and—“

“God yes, please,” Alaska begged. “Here, let me help.”

In moments the toy was fitted into Sharon, its black straps cupping her ass cheeks before narrowing it and holding the main event firmly against her groin.

On all fours, Alaska palmed the black dildo before leaning down and wrapping her lips around its head. Its hardness and surprising weight felt foreign against her tongue, but as she brought more of its length into her mouth, she breathed in sharply, instinctively spreading her legs further apart on the sheets as she felt herself clench.

“I’ve seen that in porn and wanted to try,” Alaska said sheepishly after Sharon had stared at her, wide eyed.

“N-no,” Sharon stammered, shaking her head out of her daze, “that was… so fucking hot.”

Alaska laughed before excitedly rolling onto her back, her pleated skirt flipping around her waist. Sharon spread her legs before lowering herself down between them. Her tongue found Alaska, who arched up against the sheets as Sharon showered her in pleasure, humming around her sensitive clit as a finger gently circled her entrance. In a blur of whines, fists clutching at sheets, and four fingers later, Alaska felt prepared.

“I’m ready,” she begged.

“You sure?” Sharon asked, and her caution made Alaska feel even safer. “I still want to use lube, you can never have enough lube.”

Alaska was almost hypnotised as Sharon drizzled the lube onto the black dildo jutting out from her crotch. She ran her hands over it, spreading the slickness and watching as the toy became darker and glossy.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Sharon said softly as the two slotted into place. “Because I can’t feel it, and I don’t want to hurt you—“

“Sharon,” Alaska smiled, interrupting, “it’s okay. Actually, can I be on top? That way I can pace it better.”

In seconds they had flipped, Sharon on her back against the pillows, Alaska thighs on either side of her body. Gripping the headboard in front of her, Alaska adjusted herself, her breath hitching as she felt the head graze against her folds. Sharon steadied her, her hands finding Alaska’s waist and holding the skirt material up, breathing heavily at her prime position.

Spreading her legs slowly Alaska gradually sunk down, gasping in pleasure as she felt the head of the strap on resist slightly before being enveloped around her walls. Relaxing fully, inches of the strap on quickly disappeared, her wetness and the lube effortlessly allowing it to fill her. She felt Sharon’s protective hands squeeze her waist at the visual, instinctively wanting to hold Alaska up as she whined out in pleasure.

“No,” Alaska protested, “it’s so good.”

She lowered herself down completely, taking the full length of the toy and revelling at its weight inside her, her walls grasping around its shape.

Sharon gasped as she felt Alaska practically vibrate at the delicious stretch and the toy’s reach inside of her.

“Fuck me,” Alaska whispered, her eyelids heavy with lust as she instinctively rutted against Sharon’s lap on the strap on.

It took a couple clumsy, lust fuelled thrusts, but seconds later they had found their rhythm, Sharon’s hip lifting up as Alaska slammed herself down.

It was rough and hot and a thin sheen of sweat starting forming around Alaska’s hairline, but that was the last thing on her mind. Sharon’s hands were running across her body, over her chest, thumbing her nipples before grabbing her hips and taking control. Alaska could only throw her head back as she gripped the headboard, pleasure coursing through her veins as a stream of lust bubbled out between her lips.

“So good, so fucking good, yes, yes, Sharon, hgn, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Alaska whined, sucking in air as Sharon pounding into her.

Sharon could only continue, watching as Alaska fell apart above her. She bit her lip as she watched Alaska’s breasts shake as she moved, as she flipped her blonde ponytail over her shoulder, as the gold glitter on her eyelids glistened when they caught the light.

“I love this, but,” Sharon chocked out, fiddling with the skirt’s full length zipper until it opened, “it has to go.”

Alaska tore it from her body, not missing a beat as she did so. Sharon’s eyes almost rolled back as she watched Alaska vigorously slam herself down onto the dildo, fully taking control as her slick folds swallowed the black toy again and again and again.

Suddenly coming to a holt, Alaska stopped, only to roll her hips around the toy in a circular motion. She whimpered, her eyes closed and her bottom lip bitten as she built herself up, knowing her climax was close and edging herself along.

“That’s right, baby,” Sharon whispered, her voice croaky with desire. “Take it all, such a good girl…”

Alaska squeezed her breasts before grabbing Sharon’s hand and pressing it against her abdomen, giggling as Sharon realised what she could lightly feel.

“You feel so fucking good inside me, so big inside me,” Alaska whined as she massaged Sharon’s palm against her soft stomach, before her face went serious and her tone dropped. “Get on top.”

Sharon was more than happy to. Without pulling out she held Alaska’s body to hers and rolled them backwards, Alaska’s back against the sheets as Sharon settled on top of her.

“Hgn, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” Alaska whined, sucking her middle finger’s tip before rubbing her throbbing clit, only to have Sharon grab her wrist and pin it against the bed.

Sharon relentlessly thrusted into her as she buried her face against Alaska’s neck before kissing and sucking at her soft flesh, leaving a hickie in her wake.

Alaska cried out in pleasure, Sharon’s thrusts, her weight against her and her hot breath on her skin overwhelming her. Her eyes rolled back as she let desire drown her, gripping onto Sharon as her orgasm exploded from her core, rippling through her spread thighs and racing up her arched chest.

“Take it, take it,” she heard Sharon breathe, who didn’t stop her pace as Alaska rode out her high.

Moments passed, and eventually Alaska gasped for air as her climax began to fade. Her limbs felt both weightless yet heavy, while a zap of pleasure still twitched through her body. Sharon slowly pulled out, and as soon as the dildo was gone Alaska clenched, already missing its presence. Subconsciously, she moved to massage her swollen folds, but Sharon was already a step ahead. She leaned down, her wet tongue feeling incredible against Alaska’s sensitive core. Sharon’s touches were slow, soft and gentle, a contrast to before, and Alaska felt warmth spread through her ragged body at the intimacy. She ran her fingers through Sharon’s silky hair, almost falling into the spell of sleep as she did so. Looking down, she saw Sharon touching herself leisurely where the strap on used to be.

“Come here, baby,” Alaska whispered, enjoying being the one to use their pet name. “Let me.”

Sharon looked up before crawling over Alaska’s body, planting a kiss on her lips before she settled her thighs on either side of Alaska’s face. She grabbed the headboard just like Alaska did before.

“I’m so close already,” Sharon whispered, exhaustion seeping into her veins as she lowered herself down. She tilted her head back as Alaska’s tongue swirled around her pulsing bud, a whine escaping her lips as the younger girl slowly rocked Sharon against her.

Flattening her tongue, she rolled Sharon’s hips, the older woman’s slickness coating her chin as her tongue circled her entrance before dipping inside. Sharon whimpered at the pleasure, thrusting against Alaska as her orgasm built. Getting off before and watching Alaska unravel around the strap on was enough, so it wasn’t surprising when she began to shake, her thrusts becoming erratic as her climax approached. Alaska moaned around her clit before flicking her tongue through her swollen folds, knowing she was close and pushing her over the edge.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, right there—“ Sharon managed before her climax hit her, a surge of euphoria rushing through body as she came, her dishevelled blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

She panted as she crawled her way back down Alaska’s body before collapsing on top of her, making the younger girl giggle. Their lips met, a string of long, lazy kisses helping them drift off to sleep as their bodies tangled together in a jumble of naked limbs. Happiness hummed through their veins as they realised this was just the first day of their entire week together.

#rosie #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #cisgirl au #au #smut #extra credit #lesbian au #rpdr fanfiction #college au #student/teacher

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scifibi · 7 years

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I reblogged it from my sideblog bellsclarkey 😊 Congratulations on you follower milestone!! Could you possibly write this prompt for bellarke? "you had an accident and hit your head. the doctor says you have some kind of amnesia that restarts your memory every few hours, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re still married so please stop with the flirty pick up lines" Thank you!!

thank you so much!

also, i turned this into an archaeologists au while i'm at it, bcos why not lmao

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[also on ao3]

Bellamy wakes up to a rhythmic, steady prodding, something both hard and soft jabbing into his temple, over and over again.

He snaps his head up from the bed he's currently slumped sideways over, his legs numb from hours in the hospital chair. "Clarke?"

She blinks at him, her face clean save for a couple of small scrapes and the butterfly bandage across her brow. "You're sleeping on my arm."

"Oh, shit." He opens his fists instantly, releasing her hand from the confines of his sleep-heavy slump. "Sorry, I— are you okay? How are you feeling?"

Her eyes travel slowly around the room, taking in the bed and the beeping machines. "Am I in the hospital?"

All the breath rushes out of him in a desperate wave of relief and worry. "Yes, you're in the hospital. Do you want some water? Here, have some water."

She merely blinks at the cup he brings over to her from the bedside table, frowning slightly at the straw he holds out to her before looking up at him.

"Are you a nurse?"

He rolls his eyes, even as he welcomes the release of anxiety lifting off his shoulders. If she's already back to cracking jokes, she must be feeling fine. "Sure, Clarke. Here, drink some water."

She sips obediently, settling back into her pillow as she watches him bring the cup back to the bedside table. "You're not wearing scrubs."

"They ran out of my colour," he says dryly, moving back to the bed to perch gently on it, careful to avoid jostling her.

She hums silently, head cocked as she observes him. "Shame. I love a man in a uniform."

He blinks at the familiar curve of her lips. That's definitely not her usual happy-Clarke smile. That looks a lot more like Clarke's I'm-about-to-make-YOU-very-happy smile.

"Clarke," he says, "are you feeling alright?"

She shifts on the bed, still smiling that coy smile. "Come on, now. That's not fair. You know my name, but I don't know yours." She pauses, head tilting invitingly. "FYI, this bed's not the only thing in this room that's single, you know."

He stares at her for a full three seconds, every last inch of him frozen solid.

And then he leaps off the bed, bounding to the door and flinging it open.

"Nurse!"

"It's an abbreviated form of short term memory loss," Dr. Woods explains as he stands at the foot of Clarke's bed, holding up an X-ray print-out. "There are no detectable fractures or major contusions, so the impact shouldn't leave any lasting damage. But for now, it appears that Dr. Griffin will experience some momentary lapses in her memory bank."

"For how long?" Bellamy asks, arms folded tightly across his chest. "What kind of lapses are we looking at here?"

Dr. Woods frowns in thought, tucking the print-out back into the folder in his other hand. "Her vitals are strong, all her reflexes are working fine. She knows personal details like her date of birth, her parents' names, her educational background. In fact, she appears to remember just about everything up until about five or six years ago."

"Which is right around the time we met," Bellamy sighs, glancing at her. She appears mildly interested by the news at best, preoccupied with a Jell-O cup brought in by Dr. Woods.

"Her memory should return on its own, and rather quickly, I think," the doctor surmises, tucking his hands into his coat pockets as he surveys her. "Maybe in a few days' time. Maybe even tomorrow. Although, there might be some slippage here and there. For example," he adds at Bellamy's confused frown, "she knows who you are now. But she might forget again in, say, an hour or two."

"Awesome," Bellamy says, with a small grimace.

Dr. Woods smiles. "In the meantime, keep her rested, hydrated, and out of the hot sun as far as you can help it. The important thing is to jog her memory as gently as possible. Try going about your usual daily routine as best as you can."

"Might have to pick just one of those things," Bellamy mutters. Their version of a 'daily routine' isn't what most would call normal.

Dr. Woods smiles. "Perhaps avoid the dig site for today. Take her somewhere she can rest that's familiar."

Bellamy sighs, unfolding his arms. "I can do that. Thanks, Dr. Woods."

"Lincoln. Please." The doctor reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out a small white card. "If you have any questions at all, Dr. Blake, don't hesitate to call."

Bellamy takes the card and tucks it into his jeans pocket, his free hand reaching out to shake the doctor's. "In that case, it's Bellamy to you."

Clarke cocks her head, plastic spoon still caught between her teeth. "Isn't that a girl's name?"

Bellamy groans.

"Are we really married?" Clarke asks as he slowly pulls out of the parking lot. It's been an hour since Lincoln gave them the green light to leave, but he's still worried.

He huffs a dry laugh, one that catches even himself by surprise. "You know, it's funny, but there was once a time where I probably wouldn't have believed it, either."

She frowns. "Why?"

He pulls to a gentle stop at a red light. "It's… complicated." He catches sight of her unamused expression, blue eyes narrowed at him. "Well, let's just say you didn't like me very much when we first met."

"Oh." Her nose wrinkles. "I find that hard to believe."

His brows shoot up on his forehead. "You do?"

She shrugs. "You're cute. And hot. And bossy, like me."

Bossy. He gapes at her.

She looks at him, face still scrunched in contemplation. "Maybe I was just attracted to you and didn't want to admit it. I tend to do that when I'm in denial. Go."

He blinks, dazed. "What?"

"Go," she repeats, pointing at the light. Which has turned green.

"Shit, right—" He quickly shifts the car into gear, starting forward.

The gentle hum of the engine fills the car for a few beats.

"Are you really a doctor?" she asks.

Bellamy glances at her. "Not that kind of doctor. I mean, well— I have a doctorate."

She nods, solemn. "I'm gonna get one too, you know."

He smiles. "You already did. Finished last year," he supplies at her confused frown.

"I did?" she says, surprised. "What did I do my thesis on? No, wait—" she flaps a hand at him, "—don't tell me. I should figure it out on my own. Don't want to spoil something for myself."

"You're a temporary amnesiac," Bellamy says, incredulous. "Not a time traveller."

She flips her hair. "Just being safe."

Once Bellamy's gotten Clarke safely installed in their cabin at the campsite, he calls Raven. Mostly because she's the only person onsite that Clarke's known for longer than six years, so if anything should help with the recovery of her memory, it would be Raven's presence.

Unfortunately, once Raven's been informed that Clarke's not in any real danger, she seems to think she's been summoned just so she can be thoroughly entertained by the whole situation.

"No, no, wait!" Raven exclaims, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Say the line again. The bed one!"

"No," Bellamy says flatly, getting up to fetch more iced tea.

"Say the one from the coffee shop! Come on, dude, please!"

Bellamy huffs, bringing the pitcher over to refill their empty glasses.

On their way back, they'd stopped off at a coffee shop to pick up sandwiches for lunch. While they were standing in line, Clarke had apparently experienced her first lapse, resulting in yet another embarrassing episode that had had Bellamy flushing red to the tips of his ears.

"You know, if you're not going to help—"

"I asked him if I could have his number," Clarke supplies readily. "Because I'd lost mine."

Raven actually keels over from how hard she's laughing.

"I can't believe this!" she manages through the peals of laughter. "You are actually the whitest frat boy!"

"This isn't news," Clarke tells Raven, smiling despite herself.

"It is when you've been boring as fuck ever since you married this prick," Raven retorts, jabbing a thumb towards Bellamy.

"Helpful," Bellamy repeats, settling back down into his seat beside Clarke.

Raven yanks her phone from her pocket, aiming the camera at them both with unabashed glee. "Okay, okay — say it again!"

Raven stays another two hours, which is about as long as she can afford to spare, with both Bellamy and Clarke temporarily removed from the dig site.

In that time, Clarke has yet another lapse, one in which she seems to think Bellamy is Raven's hot friend, and attempts to get him to feel her shirt which is, spoiler alert, made of girlfriend material.

Raven actually has to gasp for breath after that.

Before she goes, she makes one legitimately helpful contribution to the situation (finally), which is to record a video of herself basically telling Clarke, "Don't panic, your memory's out of whack for a bit, oh and, that dude with you is your husband, NOT your kidnapper".

Bellamy walks back into the cabin, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Dr. Woods says walking is fine, just as long as you take it slow." He checks his watch and glances out the window. "It's pretty cool out by now. Sun's about to go down in an hour or so." He looks at her, questioning. "Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap, or—"

"I'm fine," she says, already standing. "A walk sounds good."

Bellamy's not sure who felt more unsafe on that simple hour-long walk: Clarke, when she'd lapsed and spent a full minute freaking out about being lost in the woods with a strange man, or himself, when he'd gotten her to watch Raven's video and then had to deal with a whole series of pick-up lines from his wife barely five minutes later, each one worse than the last.

When dinnertime arrives, he's reluctant to risk going to the mess area. Too many strangers, too many variables for Clarke to contend with. After considering his options, he pulls out his phone, and shoots off a text to Raven asking her to bring some food over.

In the end, he's not entirely sure going to the mess area hadn't been the better idea, especially when Clarke lapses again. Especially when she asks him if he's "a baker, because your buns look good", and Raven instantly loses her shit, nearly dropping her phone into a plastic tub of stew.

"This is insane," he mutters when Clarke disappears into the bathroom. "She wasn't ever like this when we first met!"

Raven rolls her eyes. "Yes, she was. You were just too busy flirting back to care."

He leans back, his mouth falling open in surprise. "We were fighting all the time!"

Raven makes a 'tsk' noise, impatient. "Which, as everyone here knows, is also flirting, Bellamy-and-Clarke stylez." She punches lightly at his shoulder. "You're the one that's different, idiot."

"I'm sorry."

Clarke looks up, her brows furrowed. "What?"

Bellamy sighs, moving over to sit on the bed next to her. "I haven't been very much fun today. I know I'm supposed to be… normal, help you relax and all, but I— I don't know. I guess I'm just worried about you."

A small hand covers his.

"It's fine, Bellamy," Clarke says with a small smile. "I understand. It's hard for you, too. I'm just trying to remember things, but you — you just want your wife back."

Bellamy swallows, daring to turn his palm about so his hand can wrap around hers. "She hasn't gone anywhere. You're still my wife, Clarke. I love you, memories or no." He squeezes gently, his other hand moving to rest lightly over hers. "Always will, princess."

She squints then. "Huh."

He frowns, leaning forward in concern. "What? Does your head hurt?"

"No, I—" She shakes her head, and blinks. "'Princess.' That sounds familiar."

His heart is filling up so fast, his chest lighter than it's been ever since he got the call telling him to come to the hospital forty-eight hours ago. "It does?"

She looks up at him, eyes narrowing playfully. "I'm guessing that has something to do with you?"

He smiles, and leans in carefully, pressing his lips to her temple. "Something," he agrees, pulling back to give her a fond look, his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. "Although—"

She jumps slightly on the bed, throwing out a hand to cut him off. "No, don't tell me!" She grins, squeezing on his hand reassuringly. "I want to figure it out on my own."

In the morning, Clarke's memory returns.

"I mean, I still have some gaps here and there," she tells him as they're lying in bed, having spent the last forty minutes getting 'reacquainted'. "But all the important bits are there." She grins wolfishly, poking playfully at the bulge of his cock, lying limp and sated under the sheet. "Also, all the really important bits are here."

Bellamy catches at her hand, bringing it up to his lips so he can press a light, teasing kiss to it before rolling over, one elbow holding him up as he leans over her.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, Clarke Griffin," he says solemnly, releasing her hand so he can trail his down her body, "but whatever the case, I hope I'm next."

Her brows shoot up in surprise. "Hey, you made one! That was really—"

She doesn't get to finish the rest of her sentence.

He's pretty sure she doesn't mind.

#hope you like it! =)#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #she-is-made-of-outer-space #mel celebrates 1.5k #my writing

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haveakookie · 8 years

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Cookies (M)

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary: You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.

Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

“Hi I’m y/n, I just moved in and I’m here to give you these.” You gave him the cookies and turned to walk away. The quicker the better, you think, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible.

“I’m Wonho, nice to meet you y/n, which one’s yours?”He asked as he gestured into the hallway. You turned back around, not wanting to be rude, and gave him the nicest smile you could.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m in 10B. I hope you like the cookies!” You started to walk away, but a voice made you stop and turn back around. You watched as he takes a bite of a cookie and hums in contentment.

“Thanks, I love your cookies, also if you need anything i’d be happy to help you, y/n.” He winked at you and went back inside his apartment. Shocked, you stood in the hallway for a few more seconds before your legs finally started working again. Once in your apartment, you made a mental note to avoid 10A at all costs. You did not want to do something you regretted.

The next week consists of you avoiding 10A. You did not want to run into that tall, beautiful, chiseled- nevermind. So you went to work earlier, and got your mail only once that week. So far, you were in the clear.

That weekend, you had decided to go out with a few girlfriends. Not being one to party much, you took this opportunity to let off a little steam, and possibly find someone to bring home and take your mind off of your ‘problem’. You stepped out in an emerald dress that hugged your curves, black heels, and your curls pinned up. Your makeup was working with you tonight, so you decided to go all out. Once you were done, you looked yourself over and were content with how you looked. As you left to meet your friends, 10A decided to also go out, almost bumping into you in the hallway.

“Hey y/n, I havent seen you around much. How are you?”

That’s because I’ve been avoiding you like the plague.

“Oh, hey! Yea, I’ve been really busy with work, and...yea” you cursed yourself for being such a terrible liar. You looked back at him, noticing he had the same look on his face from the first time you saw him. This time, he was wearing a black dress shirt, deep blue blazer, and too tight black jeans. Your eyes can’t help but to linger on his exposed neck, wanting to bite at the skin.

Wonho was doing the same to you, taking in your dress, your curves, the way loose curls fell from the neatly pinned pile on your head. You were stunning to him, and he wanted you for himself. As he stared at your body and the way your dress hugged you so perfectly, he could feel his pants grow tighter.

“Where are you off to looking like that?” he asked, as his eyes scanned your body again. The both of you walk towards the elevator, and Wonho steps aside to let you in first once the doors opened. As you walk in front of him, he can’t help but watch the way your hips swing as you walk, or the way your ass looks delicious in that dress, or the way your legs look in the heels you’re wearing. He quickly regained his composure, and used the opportunity to adjust himself in his pants while you had your back to him.

“Out with some friends, what about you? Looks like you have somewhere to be too.” You turn towards him, trying to act casual. Wonho was having an inner battle with himself, as he tried to hold himself back from pinning you against the elevator wall and having his way with you. He imagined teasing you until you’re begging him to fuck you, and he has to hold in a groan when you subconsciously lick your lips. The chime of the elevator wakes Wonho up from his fantasy, and he rushes to get out of the confined space.

“I’m going out with some friends too. Have a good night,” he smiles and walks away. You wonder what got into him as he rushes out of the elevator, not even glancing back at you.

You arrive at the club a short while later, getting out of the cab and walking up to the bouncers.

“Hi, I think I’m on the guest list under Mya? My name is y/n,” you say, not sure if your friend ended up making a guest list. The bouncer finds your name on the list and lets you in. As you walk into the club, you scan the area, looking for your friends. The music has you swaying to the beat, not aware of the eyes following your every move.

You finally found your friends on the dance floor as your favourite song started playing. You happily joined them, closing your eyes and moving your body to the music in a way that had everyone watching. As you danced, you opened your eyes again, watching the crowd of people get lost in the music. That’s when you saw him. He was across the dance floor sitting near the bar, watching you. You felt your pulse speed up as you met his eyes, noticing the hunger in them as he watched you dance. You saw him put his glass down and make his way over to you. You could feel your body warm up, as he stalked over, his eyes never leaving yours. As soon as he was in arm’s reach of you, he grabbed you by the waist and pressed your body against his. You felt his hard chest against you, and lust started to cloud your mind.

You turn around, too flustered to look at him, and start dancing against him. You feel Wonho’s grip on your hips tighten, and he pulls your hips into his. You felt his arousal push into you as you grinded on him, which caused you to grow wet. Your earlier thought about regret and avoiding him were shattered as you felt him move his face next to your ear.

“Do you want to come back with me?” The question didn’t startle you as much as the feeling of his breath on your ear. Wonho nibbles on your ear, gauging your reaction. When he hears your breath hitch, he knows you want him too. You give him a slight nod, and the next thing you know you’re being pulled out of the club and into a taxi. Wonho gives the driver the address and turns to you.

“You’re in for a long night, babe,” he says as his hand strokes your thigh. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, but I’ll return the favour soon.” His hand starts to move higher up your thigh, and he pushes his fingers past the hem of your dress as you hastily text your friends that you left the club. You feel them creeping up towards your centre, and your breathing picks up as you become aware that you aren’t alone in the car. You try to press your thighs together, but Wonho isn’t having any of it. He uses his other hand to hold your leg open as he moves his fingers over your clothed folds.

The taxi stops and you realize you’ve reached your apartment. Wonho pays and steps out, pulling you with him. As the two of you enter the elevator, Wonho pushes you against the wall and attaches his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin.

“You look like sin in this dress, baby, but I can’t wait to take it off of you,” he says as he reaches behind you and squeezes your ass. He kisses up your jaw, making his way towards your mouth. When he reaches the corner of your mouth, he takes a second to stare at the plump flesh before attacking your lips with his own. The feeling of him nipping at your bottom lip causes you to let out a whimper and he groans at the sound, wanting to hear you do that again. Before you know it, the elevator doors are opening and Wonho is leading you out. He leads you to his apartment; and as soon as the two of you step inside, Wonho is lifting you up and pressing your back against the nearest wall. You wrap your legs around him as he squeezes your ass and begins to push your dress up. You moan when you feel him grinding his hard length into you. Even through the layers of clothing, you can still feel him, and it only serves to make you wetter.

Wonho moves away from the wall and walks towards what you assume is his bedroom. He hastily opens the door and walks over to his bed, dropping you on it and lying on top of you. He looks down at you, taking in your disheveled appearance.

“You look so good under me, baby. You have no idea how many times I thought about this, about the way you would look under me, or the way you’d look as I fucked you.” His dirty words turned you on more than you thought they would, and you let out a whimper. Wonho’s hands found your waist and push your dress up the rest of the way before finally removing the garment and throwing it behind him. The sight of you in your barely-there black lace set is enough to set him off, his earlier plans of dragging this out for as long as possible now forgotten.

Wonho strips out of his shirt and pants, making sure to take his time and give you a show until he’s left in just his briefs. He then spreads your legs and settles in between them. He begins to litter your thigh with kisses and bites, leaving marks in his wake. When he finally reaches your centre, he ignores it in favour of biting your other thigh. He’s so close but refuses to pay attention to the place you need him the most. You reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands in an attempt to get him where you want him, only to have your hand removed and pinned next to you.

“No touching, baby, at least not yet.”

Wonho reaches for your panties and slowly pulls them down, relishing the way you’re so needy for his touch. When he removes the offensive material from your body, he looks down and lets out a sound that resembles a growl at the sight of your dripping folds.

“Is this all for me, baby? Did I make you this wet?” he licks his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to taste you. Suddenly, you’re being flipped over, your legs straddling Wonho’s head. You grab the headboard to steady yourself, not knowing what had happened until you feel him pull your hips down and his tongue run along your folds. The moment Wonho tastes you, he lets out a drawn out groan, already addicted to your taste. His grip on your hips tighten as you try to grind against his face, stopping your movements and putting him back in control. He continues to eat you out like a man starved, and your moans only increase in volume, urging him to continue. You almost lose it when you feel his tongue enter you. He loosens his grip on you, allowing you to rock back and forth. Wonho removes his tongue and flattens it, allowing you to fuck yourself on his tongue. You grind yourself down onto his face, rocking faster and savouring the feeling of his tongue on you. The sounds you make while using his tongue is enough to bring Wonho to the edge, almost tipping over when he hears his name tumble from your mouth in a broken moan.

“Wonho! Yes, that feels so good.”

Wonho moves you off of him and you whine at the loss. He then grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, causing you to end up on your hands and knees. He reaches forward and pushes you down, his hand in between your shoulder blades. You now have your ass in the air, on full display for him, as your face is pushed into the mattress and Wonho couldn’t be happier.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” he moaned as his fingers traced over your dripping folds. You could feel your arousal run down your thighs just as Wonho slipped two fingers into you. Not giving you any time, he began pumping the digits into you at a fast pace, causing your moans to get louder. He reached up to unhook your bra and as soon as it was off, he grabbed your breast, kneading the flesh in his hand as his other hand still worked inside you. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth; you heard the lewd pop when he pulled them out of his mouth and moaned. He removed his briefs and slipped on a condom faster than he thought possible.

Without any warning, Wonho thrusted into you and set a brutal pace. You were so wet by now that the stretch was delicious and you let out a loud moan.

“Wonho, fuck!” He slapped your ass hard as he continued to thrust into you, grabbing your ass hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck, baby. Your ass looks so fucking good like this, with my hands grabbing it so tight while I pound into your tight pussy. Fuck, you love it don’t you baby? You love the way my cock fills your pretty little pussy up so good,” he practically growled the last sentence as he thrusted into you even harder, making you scream in surprise. “That’s right baby, let them know who’s fucking you so good. Tell them how much you love my cock.”

“Wonho! FUCK! It feels so good!” you were so close, at the brink of your orgasm when-

“What feels good baby? Say it.” He stills inside of you, slowly pulling out and you rock your hips backwards trying to get him to continue fucking you. He pulls you up so you’re on your hands and knees before giving your ass another hard smack and slamming into you.

“Your cock feels so good fucking me, Wonho! Please don’t stop!” He obliges and fucks you into an orgasm, your core pulsing around him almost causing him to fall off the edge with you. Instead, he continues to pound into you and reaches around to play with your clit, pinching it between his fingers. The overstimulation was almost too much for you, but you soon found the feeling turning into intense pleasure again. He leans forward biting harshly into your neck. The feelings were too much. You fall headfirst into another orgasm, more powerful than you’ve ever felt before.

This time, Wonho follows you into bliss and lets out a deep growl as he cums. Spent, you both collapse onto the bed and he rolls off of you to go dispose of the condom and clean up. When he comes back, he sees you on the verge of sleep and crawls in bed next to you. You can feel his hand along your side as it moves up to cup your breast.

“You don’t think I’m done with you, do you? After all the torture you put me through? Baby, I’m just getting started, and I won’t take it easy on you.” He turns you over and moves over you again, his hands on either side of your head as he brings his mouth down to your now marked neck. Your eyes widened in shock at his next statement, “besides, you know how much I love the taste of your cookies.”

- Admin Rogue

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Destroy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky destroys everything he touches... except for you. Word Count: 1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, wall sex, choking, feels, slight angst, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (c’mon, he’s a warning) A/N: Second of seven Drabbles revolved around choking of some kind. Oh, Bucky. Once again, I had every intention of making this smut and it ended up laced with feels. Sorry?

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HYDRA tried their best to make Bucky Barnes their puppet, but he won in the end. He was free. It didn't mean the damage wasn't done. The memories came through. And he told you no matter how many times he tried, the blood never seemed to wash away from his hands. Even when he was given a new one.

He didn't believe he deserved your love, but you gave it to him. It scared him more than he wanted to admit. You were afraid, too. Not because you thought he would break your heart, but that he would one day give it back and walk away.

"You deserve better than me."

He tried to push you away so many times, but you stayed strong. There was a wall there and you had to knock it down. It took time and trust. But when it crumbled, you realized he was still afraid.

"How many times do I have to say it? I don't deserve you."

"And I say you're wrong every time," you argued as you tightened the towel around your frame. He hadn't bothered with a towel and it was difficult to keep your gaze on his face.

"When will you give up on me?" he asked quietly, his fingers flexing as you moved to stand in front of him.

"Never. And I'm not walking away from you, Bucky. You'll have to make me."

When his hand wrapped around your throat, your own flew up to his wrist. The towel fell to your feet, forgotten, as he backed you against the wall. You didn't blink or try to duck away. You didn't dare take a breath as he leaned in, his eyes dark with a storm you created.

"I destroy everything I touch," he said through his teeth.

"Then do it. Destroy me," you whispered, squeezing his wrist. "Wreck me. Ruin me. And when you're done, put me back together."

Bucked snapped, as if finally given the answer to the question he never asked. He engulfed your mouth with his own, his tongue sinful with the promise of destruction. You wondered how quickly you'd fall to pieces.

He trembled when you wrapped a hand around him, gently stroking him. Sex was never an issue, but you knew it wasn't enough. He needed control. Maybe you couldn't erase the blood, but he didn't need to wash his hands clean of you.

"Bucky," you sighed against his lips.

He let go of your throat, batting your hand away, so he could lift you up. Your heart pounded as his sculpted body held you in place. He was always careful with you, but it was too late to stop the floodgate you unleashed. "You're not ready for me," he said as you put your legs around him.

"I'm always ready for you," you said honestly, gripping his shoulders as he aligned himself with your wet folds. "And I'm telling you to destroy me."

The girth of his cock made your breath hitch as you sank down. You stretched and burned until you felt every inch, your eyes going wide when you felt the metal around your throat again.

"You take what I give you," he said in a husky tone. "But if it's too much, you tell me to stop and I will.

"I promise."

The first jarring thrust nearly made you smack the back of your head, but he pulled you forward into another searing kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth with the same vigor that his cock did to your aching cunt. The little sounds in the back of your throat were drowned out by his moans. You felt all of him through the haze. You were drowning. You were-

His lips tore away as his grip loosened, your next breath as gasping moan. He looked like an animal let out of his cage. Who knew you held the key the entire time?

"Take me, doll. Nothing else. No one else."

A low, desperate moan was the only answer you could give as his cock and hand brought your nerve endings to life. Feeling Bucky take control was everything you both needed. You let him consume you, his gentle dominance bringing tears to the corners of your eyes.

"Fucking look at me," he gritted, his fingers pressing against your skin as you inhaled. The broad hand easily covered your entire neck. "If you love me, let me see it."

You told him with your eyes what he needed to know. That you didn't fear his past or your future with him. That he would never have to fight alone. You were his constant and he was the one who grounded you. It was an infinite loop that wouldn't fray.

Most importantly? You showed him that you weren't afraid of him because you loved him. You trusted your life in his hands. No matter what he destroyed, you would give him the tools to rebuild.

"Fuck," he whined as he continued his torturous pace, each brush building that wonderful pressure inside. He pumped harder, the fingers on your hip and neck tightening. The keens you let out encouraged him, begging for release as you tensed around him. You were stunned the wall didn't crumble from the force. But you took him. You took it all.

"Destroy me."

"Too fucking good for me. Come for me. Do it right fucking now."

He squeezed once more, just in time for you to clamp like a vice around his cock. The choked sound of his name was distant as your orgasm tore you apart, your lashes brimmed with tears. Your toes curled from your release, blinking the wetness from your eyes when he spilled inside you. A calm settled over you both. It was euphoric.

"I love you," he sighed when he released your throat, finally breathing properly with a dazed and comforting smile. Pressed against the wall like a boneless, blissful masterpiece, you were living proof that he didn't destroy everything he touched.

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haveakookie · 8 years

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Yes, Daddy (M)

Yoongi x Reader ft. Namjoon

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Dirty dirty smut. Voyeurism, exhibitionism Daddy kink, slight bondage…..whoops.

Summary: After a month apart, Yoongi comes back home with the boys of BTS. After finding a surprise gift from him, you meet up with the boys for a celebratory dinner/anniversary party, but Yoongi has other plans for you.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog.

It was a gloomy day, rain streaking the windows of your small apartment. You were curled up in bed with your fluffiest blankets and your favourite book, when you heard a faint knock.

Confused, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find there was no one there. You looked down the hallway but no one was in sight. Something at your feet caught your eye, looking down you saw a pale pink box with white ribbons tied around it, and a pretty bow resting on top. An envelope sat on the box so you reached down to open it.

Princess,

It's been too long since I've seen you and I feel like treating my princess to a night out. I know this is last minute, but trust me and follow the instructions inside. All of them. Meet me at the restaurant.

Love,

Yoongi

It's safe to say this is a first, Yoongi being the type to go with the flow and not plan too much out in advance. But upon seeing your pet name, the one that he only calls you in intimate moments, you know he's planning something you both will enjoy.

You bring your gift inside to your bedroom and open it up, pulling at the satin ribbons and loving how they feel against your skin. Inside is another note, along with what looks to be an outfit and accessories. The instructions read:

Put the outfit on. No excuses.

Wear you hair the way daddy likes best.

Bring the box, ribbons and everything inside.

A shiver of anticipation runs through you as you read over the note and take out the clothes (if you can call them that). You nearly choke after taking a good look at what he expects you to wear. First you pull out a beautiful pale pink bra, made of the most intricate lace you've ever seen. Next, a matching thong and garter belt, both with satin white bows. Finally, a pair of white thigh high stockings with small white bows. You frown, finding it odd and kind of funny that the outfit matches the box on your bed. You put the items on, and put your hair into cute pigtails just the way Yoongi likes. The hair ties you find in the box have white bows on them, matching your outfit. Looking in the mirror, you admire the way the lace accentuates your curves, applauding your boyfriend for picking a colour and style that looks so good against your skin.

Picking out your favourite sundress, you slip it on and notice how it compliments the stockings which are still visible. After adding your finishing touches of makeup you slipped on your white heels and coat, grabbed the pink box and your purse and left.

The restaurant you were told to meet at was your favourite spot, a small mom and pop shop just down the block and owned by Yoongi’s friends. As you stepped into the familiar space, you realize that there were hardly any customers which is unusual for the normally busy restaurant.

“We closed the restaurant for a private function tonight, if that's what you're wondering” a familiar voice said from behind you. Turning around, you're met with your boyfriend's soft smile. His eyes sparkling with adoration and something you can't put your finger on….mischief perhaps? He opens his arms, smiling wider as you step into them. You breathe in his scent, realizing how much you missed it this past month while he was away.

“Hi baby” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “I missed you so much, did you like my present?” You remember the box in your hands as he places a kiss to your temple.

“I missed you too Yoongi, I loved your present thank you” you whisper back, afraid that others may hear. At this point, you look over his shoulder to see your other 6 friends, having been friends with the seven of them long before you and Yoongi started dating

“Hey guys! What are you all doing here?” you ask, curious as to why it was only the eight of you in the restaurant, save for the cooks in the back.

“Hey y/n, Long time no see” says Namjoon, the leader of their group as he comes to you to give you a hug, eyes roaming your outfit and settling on the stockings and sliver of flesh visible below the hemline of your dress. “We thought it’d be nice to have a celebratory dinner. Since its been so long since we’ve all been together, and the fact that it’s your anniversary with Yoongi tomorrow”. You blink in surprise at the last statement. Crap. You forgot it was your one year anniversary. Not wanting this to seem obvious, you just nod and move to greet the next boy.

“Hey, missed you” Jimin admitted, your best friend for over a decade and the one that introduced you to Yoongi.

“What? Missed me? I have never heard you be so sappy before” you replied, playfully punching him in the arm.

“Hey! We’ve never gone a month without seeing each other before, gimme a break!”

Jin walked up to the two of you, pulling Jimin away “Alright you two that’s enough” the eldest warned “We don’t need you two bickering all night. y/n, how have you been? Have you been eating well?” Jin asked, of course making sure you were healthy and happy while they were gone.

“okay okay! I'm moving!”, you wondered what Jin was yelling about until you saw Taehyung, Jungkook, and Hoseok behind him impatiently waiting for their hugs. Laughing, you took the hint and squeezed each if them tight, letting them know how much you missed them and promising the two youngest you'll play video games with them soon.

“Can we eat now? The cooks are almost done with the food. HEY! KIDS! GET TO THE TABLE” shouted Jin from the kitchen door. The eight of you made your way to the beautifully made table, and you found yourself in between Yoongi and Namjoon. As you started eating, you felt a hand rest onto your thigh.

“Yoongi, not here” is all you said. Knowing where this usually leads. He didn't remove his hand, but he didn't do anything else, so you paid no mind. What happened next had you choking on what was a really delicious meal. Yoongi’s hand slowly made its way up your thigh and under your dress, grazing your panties. The gasp that you had let slip caught the attention of Namjoon, as well as Jimin.

“Hey, you okay? What happened?” Jimin questioned.

“Oh, nothing….just went down the wrong pipe”, you replied as you started blushing. Hopefully none of them noticed. You relaxed when you saw Jimin shrug and turn back to his food. Namjoon however, was still looking at you, clearly suspicious of your answer. So to throw him off, you continued eating as if Yoongi’s hand wasn't making its way into your panties (which by the way, were getting wetter by the second).

“You like this don't you princess? The fact that we're not alone, with a chance of someone catching us. Is this what you like?” once the whispered words hit your ears and you whip your head to look at him, eyes dark and full of lust.

Shit.

Fortunately, not much more happens under the table and you congratulate yourself on your acting skills. Once everything has been cleaned up and the cooks sent home for the night, Yoongi pulls you aside.

“Come with me, princess,” he growled, “I want to show you something.”

You followed him into the back, through the kitchen, and into the manager's room. He then sat on the rolling chair, patting his lap.

“Come here, don't make daddy wait.”

This got you moving quickly, even though you were still nervous with the rest of the boys in the next room, only a thin wall separating you. Still, you knew better than to disobey Yoongi, especially when he was in this mood. Sitting in his lap, your back pressed against his chest, he pulls out the box you brought from home. You didn’t even notice him bring it into the room, but then again you weren't paying attention to anything other than not being obvious about your arousal. Yoongi takes the ribbons off the box, and puts its contents on the table beside you.

“We’re going to have a bit of fun, alright princess?”

“Yes”

You feel a sting to your outer thigh, and you hiss at the sting of his slap.

“Yes what, princess?”

“Yes, daddy”

“That's better. Spread your legs for me” he demands. You spread your legs, not wanting to test his patience today. Yoongi hooks your legs around his, not wanting to give you any opportunity to close them.

“Are you ready for your anniversary gift princess?”

Are you ready? Seriously? You've been ready since he decided to tease you under the table. This motherfu-

A whimper escapes your mouth when you suddenly feel his fingertips graze your folds through the thin lace of your panties.

“Wh-what about the boys? Won't they hear?” you ask nervously, knowing very well how thin these walls are.

“Then be quiet.” Perfect, he knows how loud you get. Did he plan on them hearing?

What neither of you knew was that the door wasn't even closed.

“So wet for me already” Yoongi groans, “you're so good princess, always ready for me. Now let's get this dress off of you, I want to see how my gift looks”

Pulling on the zipper of your dress, Yoongi pushed the straps down your arms. You stood up, letting the fabric pool at your feet. He groaned at the sight of you in the very see through, very skimpy outfit.

“Princess, I think this is my new favourite.” he groaned, loving the contrast between the sinful outfit and your innocent hairstyle. He beckoned you over, immediately going for your breasts. He pulled the cups of your bra down, revealing your perky breasts. “Sit back down on daddy's lap.”

Pulling you to sit back down with your back to him, he placed your legs on the outside of his then spread his legs. You felt his hands go to the clasp of your bra, desperate to see more skin. Once he got the garment off, his hands grabbed and squeezed at the soft skin. He turns your head and captures your lips in a heated kiss, biting and sucking at your lips to earn a moan of approval. You whimpered against his lips when you felt one of his hands go to the waistband of your panties, praying for him to go further.

Yoongi traced a hand over your clothed core and you gasped, trying to shut your legs around his hand but unable to due to his wedged in between.

“Daddy…” you moaned.

“You're dripping”, he whispered in your ear, catching the flesh in between his teeth and giving it a playful bite, “remember, the boys are in the other room. You better be quiet princess.”

You tried your hardest to keep your moans inside as Yoongi lazily traced his slender fingers over your panties.

“Hands behind your back”

You give him your hands, as you hear him rummaging through the box you brought. Suddenly, you feel the softness of the satin ribbons against your wrists. He ties them tight enough so you can't escape, but not tight enough to hurt.

Without warning, Yoongi’s hand is pushing your panties to the side and starts to draw slow circles around your clit. He's not going hard enough to get you off, but wants to keep you on edge. You moan his name a bit too loudly and he tuts.

“They're going to know what a dirty girl you are if you keep it up baby girl, I thought I told you to be quiet,” he reprimands, but clearly loves the way you're losing control because of him.

In the other room, Namjoon is having a hard time, literally. He knows exactly what Yoongi was doing to you under the table and had to dig his nails into his palm to distract himself.

He knew it was your anniversary and Yoongi probably had some sappy love note and gift he didn't want to give to you in front of the guys, but what was taking so long? The eight of you had planned to go out after dinner, and Yoongi said you two would be back in a couple minutes.

Namjoon walked towards the back room he saw the two of you head towards earlier, when he heard a strange noise. He stopped in his tracks, wondering if he's just hearing things. Walking closer, Namjoon notices that the door had been left open a bit, he's about to walk in and ask what the hell is taking so long, but what he sees has his jaw dropping.

There you were, in nothing but panties, a garter belt, and stockings. Legs open and head thrown back, quiet mewls spilling from your pouty, swollen lips.

Namjoon has thought about what you'd look like in this situation more times than he'd like to admit, not that he'd admit to these thoughts anyway, but to see it in person has him growing hard faster than he ever has in his life. What he sees next has him throbbing with need. Yoongi’s hand, which was teasing you, has now moved away. Before you can protest, he swiftly plunges two long fingers into your dripping core. You're so wet Namjoon can see you glistening from the doorway.

The choked moan you let out due to the sudden sensation has Namjoon accidentally letting out a moan of his own, giving away his presence.

Your head shoots up at the noise, making eye contact with Namjoon and realizing the situation you were in. As you desperately try to shut your legs, Yoongi is unrelenting in his movements while keeping your legs wide open.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks the younger, clearly unphased that you had a guest.

“I-I'm sorry hyung...I just came to see what was taking you so long and the door was open-” he stuttered, still extremely hard in his tight jeans.

“It's okay Namjoon-ah, I see the way you look at her and I'm feeling generous today”

This statement shocks both of you, your eyes wide as you look at Namjoon to see if this is all true.

“Come inside”

Namjoon doesn't need to be told twice, quickly stepping into the room, his eyes never leaving your exposed body.

Yoongi picks up the pace of his fingers, curling them as he roughly pumps into you while his other hand works at your clit. You moan, moving your hips to meet his thrusts not caring if someone was watching anymore.

“Are you ready for me princess?”

“Yes Yoongi, please”, you pleaded.

A loud slap filled the room, followed by a moan from you.

“What was that?”

“Yes daddy, I'm ready for you”

You could feel his smirk against your neck. Getting the feeling that he wanted to show Namjoon how submissive you were just for him, you felt yourself grow wetter.

Yoongi then pushed your hips towards his knees, giving himself room to undo his belt and push his pants and boxers down enough to uncover his leaking length. He pulls you back up, pushing his length between your folds and lets you ride his cock without entering you.

Working yourself up quickly, you soon find yourself unable to hold back your noises. You hear heavy panting coming from the other side of the room, you look up to see a wrecked Namjoon stroking himself to the sight if you riding Yoongi’s cock.

Stilling your hips, Yoongi leans in to ask you just loud enough for Namjoon to hear “tell daddy what you want baby”

“Please daddy, I want you” you plead, still embarrassed about talking dirty in front of Namjoon even though it's turning you on.

“You're going to have to be more specific,” he smirks, knowing just how desperate you are for his cock.

“Please daddy, I need your cock inside of me, please” you whine, voice getting louder.

At this point, the other boys are also heading to the room you're in, wondering what's going on and why Namjoon is now stuck with you two.

That's when they hear your plea “please daddy, I need your cock inside of me please.”

They look at each other, eyes wide and wondering if they really did hear it. The voice sounds so wrecked that they're not sure if it's you, or a video someone (most likely Namjoon) is watching.

They cautiously go towards the still open door, and they see you on top of Yoongi, with Namjoon close by, hand stroking his length.

Jimin has never seen you like this, but is immediately turned on at the sight, gasping when you try to move on top of Yoongi again.

Upon hearing Jimin, Yoongi looks up and motions the boys to enter, and before you can voice your protests he picks you up and slams you down onto his length. You're so wet that the intrusion is welcome, letting out a loud moan of appreciation at the stretch.

“Daddy!”

To keep himself from moaning out loud, Yoongi bites down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. The added sensation causes you to nearly scream in pleasure, loving the pain.

The view of your legs spread, and Yoongi’s length pumping in and out of you has the six boys groaning and palming themselves through their pants.

This in turn causes you to clench around Yoongi, who hisses in your ear “You like being watched don't you, you naughty girl. Now I'm going to make you keep quiet since you can't listen to daddy.”

He motions at Namjoon to do something just out of your view, not once slowing his assault on your pussy. Next thing you know, Namjoon is standing next to you, pants around his ankles.

“Put that pretty mouth to work, Princess. I don't have a gag for you, so this my alternative. Namjoon gets something out of it too, lord knows he's been dreaming about it”

Namjoon glares at Yoongi, but there's no real anger behind it, because fuck it's so true.

“Open up kitten,” he says, his voice deep and raspy proving how wrecked he really is.

You open your mouth, secretly grateful to Yoongi for forcing this situation onto you. You've always found Namjoon attractive, with his plump lips and deep voice, but you never thought to act on it.

Namjoon hasn't even entered your mouth and he's already panting, the way your eyes look so innocent looking up at him and your hair accentuating it, your pouty lips open and ready to wrap around his length. He groans at the sight, taking a minute to calm down before he blows his load before he even gets a chance to be inside you.

Apparently the boys pick up on this because-

“Looks like Namjoon hyung is about to blow his load already. Hey, if it's too much I can jump in instead.”

You hear the maknae say from behind Namjoon, the smirk evident in his voice. Upon hearing this you feel Yoongi put his hand on your back, pushing you down onto Namjoon’s length which is much thicker than you anticipated. Yoongi sees that you finally took him in your mouth, and starts pumping into you harder, one of his hands moving to toy with your clit.

This causes a chain reaction. You moan around Namjoon, the feeling of being filled so pleasurable to you. Namjoon moans at the vibrations around his cock, thrusting into you a little harder.

You start to hear panting from behind Namjoon, the cocky smirks wiped from the boys’ faces, and replaced with animalistic need.

Knowing they were not going to get to share you too, they start to play with each other, but all eyes are still focused on you.

Namjoon shifts slightly, allowing you to see the erotic sight caused by you. The sight of the five boys pleasing each other while looking at you almost has you cumming on the spot. Yoongi senses this and starts to move his fingers faster.

“Don't you dare pull out” is all he says to Namjoon before beginning his assault. “You better be sucking princess, I don't hear much noise coming from him.”

You've been too distracted to properly please Namjoon, but now you give him your attention. Grabbing his length, you begin to suck as hard as you can while taking him in until he hits the back of your throat. You swallow around him.

“FUCK kitten, I'm not going to last if you do that again”

So, you do it again.

At the same time Yoongi pounds into you harder, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. His hand moves in quick circles on your clit and you find yourself teetering on the edge of the most intense orgasm you've ever had.

“Cum for me princess” he purrs, and the coil bursts.

You cum with a loud moan and shudder, clenching hard around Yoongi’s cock, bringing him to his end with you.

“Fuck princess you feel so good around me.”

You try to continue clenching, milking his cock for all its worth. You look up at Namjoon, surprised he hasn't cum yet. Your eyes prickling with tears as you take him in again, your orgasm still racking through your body. You swallow around him again. This time, it has him cumming in your mouth.

You suck, wanting to prolong his pleasure as you swallow all of his cum.

You then hear the moans behind Namjoon grow louder as the other boys reach their end too. You look at them, all as wrecked as you are. Namjoon wipes the cum that leaked out of the corner of your mouth.

“Satisfied?” he asks, cracking a small tired smile at your lethargic nod.

Yoongi then lifts you off of him, the pair of you groaning as you feel him slide out, turning his attention to your wrists. He undoes the ribbon, kissing the inside of each wrist before letting your hands go. You immediately become aware of your near naked state, eyes frantically searching for your clothes. With a chuckle, Jimin and Jungkook hand them to you, sneaking a closer look at you before you put them on.

Yoongi appears next to you with a damp towel, bending down to clean you. As he stands back up he looks at the other boys,

“Alright show’s over, everybody out” he says, pointing to the door. Once the six boys have left, you ask Yoongi if he intended on having the boys watch.

“No, but it seemed to work in our favour, don't you think?”

- Admin Rogue

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haveakookie · 8 years

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Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!

As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

The next day, you thought of every excuse to get out of tutoring Jimin. You knew he heard you get off to the thought of him, which would only fuel his ego. You had even spoken with the dean to try to get out of tutoring, but he had insisted that you were the one to tutor him. Guess you were just going to have to pretend nothing happened. Yep, that’s the best solution.

You stepped through the door of Jimin’s place, and started to get your materials ready as usual, noticing that you had forgotten your notebook here yesterday. You grabbed it and glared, blaming this object for your embarassment, when a voice startled you.

“Y/n, what do you think you’re doing? Aren’t you forgetting something?” you turned around to see him holding that damn maid outfit, washed and dried for you.

“Jimin, do we really have to do this? I wore it yesterday, let’s just drop it.” Even though your chances were slim, you hoped he had mercy on you.

“No way, a bet is a bet,” figures, “and besides, I like having you walk around in this.” He smirked at you, eyes running up and down your body before landing on your lips. You grabbed the outfit from his outstretched hand and stormed to the bathroom. When you came back out, dressed once again in this godforsaken outfit, you could feel his eyes on you. You felt even more self conscious knowing what he had heard last night, and wondering if, or rather when he was going to bring it up.

“Did you get your notebook y/n? You left it here yesterday, I tried calling you but I think you were busy,” he said casually. That didn’t take long, you thought, your body freezing at the mention of what happened last night.

“Oh yea, thanks. So, where do you want me to clean today and we still need to go over your assignments,” you said, trying to change the subject. Luckily, Jimin dropped it and goes along with you.

“My bedroom needs some cleaning.”

“Alright, stay here and study; I’ll be right back.” You walked down the hall looking for his room. Jimin watched you as you walked away, thinking about how to get you under him. When you finally found Jimin’s room, you noticed that it wasn’t too messy, mainly a lot of clothes on the ground. You started to pick the clothes up, and soon kicked off the stupid heels he had you wear. You were almost done, when you noticed a few more items under his bed. Getting down on your hands and knees, you started to retrieve the items, only to hear a low whistle behind you.

“It’s taking everything I have in me not to fuck you senseless right now, baby girl.” You whipped your head around, taking in Jimin’s dark eyes as he leaned against the doorframe. You got back to your feet quickly, turning to face him.

“Jimin you’re supposed to be studying,” you said, noticing how shaky your voice is. You looked at him, really looked at him. He was in a white tee, biceps straining the sleeves. His jeans were ripped, giving you a peek at the muscular thighs underneath. You thought about how it would feel to ride them, to feel those muscles push into your core, to see Jimin under you. You looked back at his face, smirk evident on his features.

“Like what you see? I could show you more, if you want,” he teased. Trying to regain your composure, you flattened the front of your outfit and turned back around.

“No, Jimin. I’m just going to finish up here and we’ll start your lesson. I’m almost done anyway.”

Suddenly, you felt his presence behind you as he leaned down, his mouth next to your ear.

“Are you sure? Tell me baby girl, what had you so busy last night?” You froze. Unable to say or do anything, Jimin took this opportunity to turn the tables and started teasing you, bringing his mouth to your neck and grazing the skin, “Tell me, What were you doing?”

“N-Nothing, I wasn’t doing anything.” You felt his warm breath fan across your neck, and you tilted your head to give him access without thinking. Jimin tested the waters with you, not wanting to do anything drastic and scare you off. He slowly reached for your waist, when you didn’t pull away he grabbed onto you tighter. You thought about ending it there, about just leaving his apartment and not coming back, but the lust you felt was too much. It would consume you until you released it with Jimin. So, you stayed.

Jimin placed his hand on your thigh, moving his hand slowly up until he was playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, baby girl. I didn’t think this outfit would affect me so much,” he moved his hand to your inner thigh, “but I guess I’m not the only one. Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jimin,” you lied. You could hear how obvious your lie was, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.

“Is that so?” he slowly brought his lips to your neck, dotting open mouthed kisses across your skin. You hated how much he was affecting you how much you loved the feel of his lips on you, how much you wanted those lips everywhere. He started walking forward towards his bed, forcing you to do the same. You felt his hand on your back, bending you at the waist so your face is pushed into the sheets. With your ass now on full display for him, Jimin runs his hands over the supple flesh. He stares at your now wet folds, wanting nothing more than to taste how sweet you are. “Tell me what you were thinking about, baby girl. I heard you last night.”

By this point your pride has taken a backseat to your pleasure. You let out a small moan when you felt his hands grab your ass. Hearing you moan made Jimin want to make you do it over and over again, but he had other plans before he gave in to you. You felt him start to kiss your thighs, starting just above your knees and moving up. When he got to your centre, he moved around and started to kiss and bite your ass. You pushed your hips back to try to get more, but he continued to tease you.

“Did you think about the way my fingers would feel sliding into you? Or was it my cock, hm? Were you thinking about how I’d fuck your throat? How I’d bend you in half while fucking you so hard the only word you’ll know is my name? Which is it baby girl?” He continued to bite and kiss your thighs and ass, leaving a trail of purple in his wake. The dirty talking only made you wetter, and Jimin groaned when he saw the effect of his words. He couldn’t wait anymore, growing too impatient to tease once he saw how turned on you were. “Or was it my tongue?”

You felt his tongue run from your clit to your entrance without warning. You moaned at the feeling of finally having him touch you where you needed it most. He continued to lick you over your now ruined panties, his sinful tongue now pushing past the fabric to lick at your folds. Jimin then hooked his fingers around the band of your thong, and began to slowly pull them down your legs. Once you stepped out of them he dived back in and began to lick you up like you were his last meal. He moaned at the taste of you, the vibrations bringing you closer to your peak. He then stood back up, walking around you to the bed and sitting down on it.

“I noticed you liked my thighs, why don’t you see how they feel baby girl.” He moved to sit against the headboard, and patted his lap, “Come here, sit on my lap.”

You walked over to him, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. He moved your leg so that you were only straddling one of his thighs. He grabbed your hips, and started to rock you back and forth on his leg, flexing his muscles every so often.

“Fuck Jimin,” you moaned, pushing yourself down harder onto his strong thigh. Jimin reached for the dress you were wearing, and began to pull it off of you. You lifted your arms up, allowing him to remove it. The noise that Jimin let out once he saw you in nothing but a pastel pink lacy bra was between a moan and a growl, and it had you soaking through his jeans.

“You’re so wet baby girl, keep going. I want to see you lose yourself from just my thigh.”

You continued to ride his leg, moving your hips faster. Jimin then pushed his leg up into you, giving you that friction you craved. You fell forward, your head now buried in his neck as you panted. Jimin reached behind you and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side. You leaned back to look at him, and started tugging on his shirt, silently asking him to remove it. He removed his shirt and you raked your fingers down his toned chest, leaving marks down his torso. Your hips moved faster as you felt the build up of your orgasm. Jimin sensed this and moved his hand to start playing with your clit.

“Cum for me baby girl, I want to see you cum all over my thigh.” He began to circle your clit faster, pinching it every so often. You were right at the edge, teetering on the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Jimin leaned forward, and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as he started to roll your clit between his fingers.

That’s all it took for you to fall headfirst onto his chest, your orgasm ripping through you and spreading white heat throughout you. As you slowly calmed down from your high, Jimin flicked your clit hard, snapping you back into reality as the sensitivity flooded you. Jimin nipped your ear and growled.

“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

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