#he has the filthiest thoughts bouncing around in that brain of his

[merakiui]

Your tags talking about being alone in the woods with jade made me think of this one thought I had bouncing around in my brain for a while. The thought of being alone with jade at night at the campsite you both put together, sitting by the campfire while drinking something he "borrowed" from the lounge stocks and getting buzzed from it. The innocent touches (which were really just him using the opportunity to getting ever so closer to you) slowly turn into him fucking you into the dirt while you're on your hands and knees.

Sorry if my utter depravity for the eel man bothered you. Your tags made me think of it and I had to let it out.

Omg yes... this is the dream. OTL getting drunk in the forest with Jade and then getting railed into the ground. <3

Imagine if the two of you aren't even that close to begin with. You're only staying in the forest to gather materials because you're partners for a project in Professor Crewel's class. But when Jade reveals a bottle of some pretty-looking liquid and tells you it's come right from the lounge's secret stocks, you have trouble denying him. Jade's good at making the worst ideas sound so pleasant, which is exactly how the two of you end up buzzed and whisper-giggling about the silliest of things around a crackling bonfire.

Alcohol always makes strangers seem so much more attractive, and the amber glow from the dancing flames highlights Jade's handsome features so nicely. You realize he's much closer than he was before, his shoulder practically touching yours as he leans in. Under normal circumstances, Jade would never be this intimate with someone he hardly knows, let alone the human Azul's tasked him with gathering information on (it's strictly business, or so he'll lie). But he can blame the alcohol for that come morning when the sun's risen and the fire is but mere ash and still-warm embers.

It's only natural that teasing, experimental touches will snowball into something more deliberate when inebriation guides you closer to lustful attraction. Wandering hands, fleeting smooches, the shedding of pesky clothes... You'll be on your knees before you know it, with your face pressed into your arms to muffle your moans, while Jade's pounding sloppily into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips so roughly his fingertips leave crescent-shaped indents in your skin. You'll spend a good portion of the night fucking in all sorts of positions, and come morning you'll wake in the tent, curled into each other like two perfect puzzle pieces.

There's a heavy silence that thickens in the air when both of you realize your proximity and slowly detach yourselves. You gather your clothes in awkward silence, dressing as quickly as possible alongside Jade. He tells you he's content with never speaking of what occurred if you are, and you agree immediately. What happens in the forest stays in the forest. You make this truce with a mouth full of granola and a mounting sense of embarrassment.

After taking the tent down, packing your supplies, and cleaning your area, you set off for NRC. Jade spies the bruising bite mark on your neck, just slightly higher than the collar of your shirt and completely visible to anyone who might be looking. He can't help the amused smirk that crawls onto his face. That'll be there for the rest of the week.

And so will your image in his mind, apparently.

[fettuccin-e]

Filthy Whispers

I absolutely hc that Steve motherfucking Harrington has a filthy mouth and doesn't even realize it,,, like he just gets so pussydrunk that his brain-to-mouth filter is just nonexistent,, so here we go besties (Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader, unprotected piv, size kink, hints of breeding kink and exhibitionism kink, fem!reader)

With his pretty doe eyes and soft hair and penchant for taking hapless kids under his wing, it’s easy to assume that Steve Harrington is as vanilla as they come. It’s easy to think that under the polo shirts and parental rolls of his eyes that Steve probably just likes it slow and steady, missionary and almost marital.

Anyone who assumes that is fucking stupid.

Steve likes missionary, of course, but it isn’t slow and soft, it isn’t ‘making love.’

No, Steve likes missionary because it means that he can fucking fold you in half, pressing your thighs against your tits while he hooks your calves over his shoulders. He likes being able to lick into your sticky mouth, your pretty lips gaping open over punched out moans while he fucks his fat cock into your dripping pussy.

And despite his stuffy upbringing, his polos and mother-hen tendencies, Steve Harrington has the filthiest mouth you’ve ever heard.

“Goddamn, baby, you hear that? Hear how this sweet pussy is sucking me in? Jesus, sweetheart, been thinking about you all day. Wanted to fuck you over the counter at work, just pull your panties to the side and slide my cock in,” he murmurs into your mouth. He doesn’t wait for any responses to his questions, he just keeps talking and talking while your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“You’d take me in, wouldn’t you baby? Take me all the way inside your little cunt? People would walk into the store, just wanting a movie, right baby? But they’d get a whole different show, sweetheart. Cause I wouldn’t stop; I’d keep fucking you even as people walked in, and I bet you’d scream sweetheart, God. You’re so fucking desperate to be filled up, you’d let me fuck you in front of strangers, anything to get to this cock, right baby?”

You nod deliriously, barely registering Steve’s words he stretches you out so good, reaching so deep inside. Your chest is heaving with the effort it takes to get air into your lungs, only for the air to get knocked out again by each one of Steve’s brutal thrusts. 

“Jesus, you’re fucking dripping, sweetheart. Just gushing over this cock, shit, you’re so fucking hot. Need this pussy all the time, y’feel so good wrapped around me. Wanna- wanna be buried deep in this cunt, all the time baby. Gonna fuck you all the time, sweetheart, just keep  you stuffed full with my cum, dripping out just to fuck it back in. Gotta get you off that birth control baby, so I can get you pregnant, fuck-”

Steve cuts himself off with a deep groan, almost surprised at his own words. You both knew you wanted kids, maybe in a few years, when you moved out of your shitty apartment and bought a house, maybe got a dog. But the thought of you, all swollen and heavy with your kid, fuck, it’s got Steve lightheaded. 

You sob as Steve somehow starts to shove himself in harder, tears streaming from your eyes as you claw at his back. “Steve, Steve, I can’t- It’s too much, oh god-”

“Fuck yeah, take it baby,” Steve mutters. He snakes a hand between you to rub your clit, chuckling like the bastard he is when your hands shoot down to grip his wrist tightly, stopping his motions. “C’mon, baby, why aren’t you letting me play with you? Little pussy is just begging for it, clutching onto me so well. She wants me to fill her up, right? You want it baby, I know you do. Shit, I’ll get you all heavy and pregnant, keep you at home while these pretty tits,” he leans down to bite one of your breasts, bouncing with the force of his thrusts, “get all filled up with milk. Shit, and you’ll just be ready for me all of the time. I’ll fuck you when I get home from work, every night, filling you up with cum while your stomach just gets bigger and bigger.”

Steve resumes playing with your puffy clit, even as you try to hold his hand steady. “You wanna be my little housewife, baby? I know you do, sweet girl, fuck.” Steve doesn’t even fucking feel like he’s real anymore, only existing to fuck you full, breed you up. He feels like a fucking animal, ruthless and barbaric as sweat drips down his forehead and his hips drive forward to claim you in the most primal way he can imagine.

“Gonna- gonna fill this pussy up. My pussy,” Steve grunts, “You’re mine right, baby? Say you’re mine.”

You barely have enough sanity to respond, “Yours, Steve. ‘M all yours.”

“That’s right baby. You’re mine. And I’m yours, you got that? I’m all yours, every part of me. My body, my mind, my soul, it’s fucking yours. God, you’re so perfect, so stunning, can’t- I can’t believe you’re mine, my perfect fucking baby, Christ-”

You open your bleary eyes to see Steve above you, eyes clenched shut, still mumbling. You know Steve, you know that sometimes he starts to spiral when he gets like this, all overstimulated and cock aching as he tries to hold off for you, the hot clutch of your cunt too much for him to bear. You reach a hand up to clutch at the hairs on the back of his head, smiling softly when his eyes snap open.

“Fill me up, baby. Want you to stuff me full with your cum, stretch me out till I’m gaping for you. Fuck Steve, I want you to own me.”

And Steve whines, high-pitched in the back of his throat, before he buries his face in the crook of your neck whispering, “God, you’ve got a fucking filthy mouth, baby.”

And you almost laugh, you would have, if Steve didn’t snap his hips at just the right angle, jamming the head of his cock right into your sweet spot. Steve, calling your mouth filthy. It’s almost comical. But you know that Steve barely even realizes what he says to you half the time, too lost in the sopping hot wetness of your cunt to filter his words. His mouth just runs when he fucks you, unfettered, giving you a glimpse into his deepest thoughts of you and your pretty body.

“Cum, sweet baby,” Steve whispers. “Gotta feel you squeeze around my cock, wanna see you fucking scream.”

And you have no choice but to follow his orders, screaming as you finally cum, pussy fluttering around Steve, still hammering deep into you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy. Gotta, gotta get one of those video cameras, yeah? Gotta film you falling apart like this, fuck you while we watch it, you look so pretty, oh fuck.” Steve’s eyes clench shut again as his hips still, spilling his cum deep into your overstimulated pussy, gasping out your name. 

He slumps heavily on top of you, meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. You giggle at him softly when he looks up into your eyes, his cheeks all flushed and eyes sleepy.

“You think we’ve got enough money right now for one of those new camcorder things?” Steve whispers, moving to lay next to you. You wince minutely as he slides out, and Steve lays an apologetic kiss on your shoulder before he tugs you close to him, your bodies melding together.

“Stevie, baby,” you say, brushing a hand through his soft, albeit sweaty, hair. “If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll buy you ten camcorders.”

[rexxdjarin]

Julieeee I have not known peace since our conversation about whispering dirty things in public to Boba and just how much he loves it when you praise him.

Sitting on the throne with him? Tell him how the throne looks like it was made for him and how you want to get on your knees and make him feel like the king he is with his cock down your throat and tears in your eyes.

On his rounds with him? Tell him how fucking dangerous and strong he looks and how his presence alone in all that big bad beskar makes you soak through your panties and wish he'd bend you over the nearest flat surface to take what's his for everyone to see.

And then when it's just the two of you wrapped up in your bed at night, you can tell him how good and beautiful he is, how he's just and fair and that's a kindness not afforded to most people. That no matter what his past is, he chose to be a better man and overcome odds that would have killed a lesser person. You can whisper how you like his brown eyes, his warm skin, and strong hands, or how the sound of his voice is the only music you want to hear for the rest of your life. You can tell him all of that because in the sacred space of your shared bed, he can finally bare not just his body, but his soul.

Anyways that was way longer than I intended but what can I say, I am in love with (a sl*t for) Boba Fett.

ZWEI BC IDJDJW I CANT BREATHE BECAUSE LISTEN

Boba spends every waking second of his day thinking the filthiest thoughts about you. And so if you start whispering the same things in his ear while he’s working he’s gonna go fucking NUTS.

The picture of you on your knees sucking him off while he lounges on the throne is enough to make him practically suffocate. He literally fantasizes about it while various citizens come in and talk to him throughout the day. And it’s so painfully difficult to listen to their needs when he has some of his own that he desperately wants addressed. That salacious dark deviously sexy look in your eyes with his cock in your mouth is imprinted in his brain.

On his rounds he thinks about how your hips sway when you walk and how your ass bounces perfectly whenever you step. And while he’s watching where he’s going and overlooking his city on his daily walk through the streets, he can’t help but picture you pressed against the walls of every building in every alleyway. How your backside swallows him inside of you with every thrust and how much you wouldn’t even care if every person walking by heard the sounds he drew out of you, wouldn’t even care if people watched what he did to you. You were fucking dirty when you needed his attention and any time any place would do to satisfy your lust for him.

And then at night when he finally has you in bed to himself he’s got you all wrapped up in him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, silk sheets positioned just so to highlight your every curve and goosebump raising on your skin. Every lewd thought he pictured in his mind during the day, every whispered desire you filled his ears with while he tried to pay attention…it all culminates in you underneath him and him dragging out every ounce of pleasure he can from you. In his bed, in his refresher, against the walls, bent over his balcony overlooking the sunset in the dune sea…..he will make you feel how much he needed you all day. How much he fucking loves ending his day fulfilling his ultimate duty…..to prove how much he loves and values having you all to himself. He can be soft and loving and vulnerable with you and it still results in the raw, passionate fucking he loves. You like all of him, not just the man in charge. You like the soul inside too and that means more to him than ruling any planet ever could.

[joshkiszkasgothgf]

Freak- Sam Kiszka (Smut)

This is an 18+ fic! Anyone under 18 that I catch following this blog or liking it’s content will be blocked. I don’t fuck around! This is pure porn. You’re welcome, Greta Van Hoes!

Warnings: unprotected sex, handcuffs, dirty talk, use of pet names, begging, daddy kink

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Sam isn’t entirely sure how it happened. One second the two of you are wrestling, rolling around the bed and giggling. The next he’s naked, handcuffed to the bed with you almost naked on top of him.

He gives another experimental tug to the cuffs. They clank against the metal bars garishly. The sound is harsh in the otherwise silent room.

You’re straddling his stomach, hovering above it really, close enough he could feel the heat from between your legs like a furnace. Sam feels the muscles in his stomach tighten at the same time a dull ache settles in his cock.

“Babygirl,” he whines, body flexing again as he pulls against the cuffs. “Let me touch you, mama, please.” Sam represses the urge to cringe at the idea of begging.

Normally he wouldn’t be so quick to break, but he can feel the violent vibrations of the vibe against your clit. A groan spills from his lips when your thighs clasp around his ribs, thigh muscles quivering and fucked out voice keening as you reach your third orgasm of the night.

You subconsciously push down against his stomach, riding the vibe through your overstimulation and cumming against him again. This time you sob. It’s a pitiful, high-pitched, whimper of a thing, and it sets Sam’s blood boiling.

He rasps your name. “Baby, Princess, please let me make you feel good. Uncuff me so I can make you feel good. Don’t you want to feel good, mama?”

A whimper and weak nod are his answer as you continue to rock against the vibe. Your head is tossed back, body lax yet sporadically spasming as you chase another high. You let your hands run up your body along with a moan before firmly planting your hands against Sam’s chest using it for leverage to bring yourself over the edge a fifth time.

The filthiest most fucked out sound tumbles from your lips and it takes all Sam has not to blow his load, then. He refuses to give you that satisfaction.

His breath leaves his lungs as you look down at him, doe eyes droopy and empty, face relaxed and lips quirked in a goofy smile. You’re still rocking against the vibe and Sam tries very hard not to think about the feeling of your slick and cum pooling on his stomach. He keeps eye contact with you, smiling softly and whispering, “C’mon, mama, why don’t you get yourself off the way you want to? Hmm?”

Your brain is fuzzy but you hear him clearly. Perhaps you’ve teased him enough… reaching behind you you fist his cock firmly, stroking from base to tip in slow deliberate strokes. He tosses his head back against the pillows a deep groan resonating from his chest.

The groan turns into a hiss as you slide down on him. He can still feel the vibe buzzing at your clit causing vibrations to pulse through his cock. He isn’t gonna last long at this rate.

Mustering what strength he can he thrusts up into you. The blunt head of his cock catches your g spot perfectly and you keen in delight and pleasure as he focuses his thrusts there.

In seconds your climbing higher in pleasure. Between Sam’s jerky thrusts and the vibe you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

You can faintly hear Sam saying dirty filthy things to you from his place below you, but your head is so far gone. All you can do is nod and drool, much to his delight. Your chest is wet with your saliva, breasts bouncing enticingly.

Sam longs to lean up and suck one of your nipples into his mouth. His mouth waters at the thought and he pulls at the cuffs again. He glares at you as you manage a weak chuckle at his attempts to free himself.

“S’not gunna budge, Sammy,” you slur.

He smiles up at you affectionately. “I’m sure they won’t. Why don’t you uncuff me so I can break that pretty little brain, huh? Want daddy to fuck your brains out?”

You press down harder causing his cock to bury deeper within you. The stretch is almost unbearable, but you love it, grinding down on him.

After a moment of contemplation you pull the cuff key from around your neck and uncuff him.

The second Sam is free he puts you on your back, lifts your legs up over his shoulders and pounds into you relentlessly. He even reaches down and presses the vibe harder against your clit. He doesn’t stop until you’ve cum two more times, one of which soaks his bare body from the stomach down, and his balls begin to tighten.

He begins to pull out when you lock your legs behind his neck. “Don’t pull out,” you rasp, shaking your hips as best you can with his cock drilling you.

The request catches Sam off guard, causing his pace to stutter, then, suddenly, he’s filling you up, hot ropes of sticky cum clinging to your walls and pouring when he pulls out.

You slide your hand between your legs, gathering the cum up with a couple fingers and fucking it back into yourself.

Sam moans, his cock twitching back to life. “Fuck, baby. You’re such a pretty little freak,” he whispers, reaching forward to help you finger fuck his cum back into you.

You were both in for a LONG night.

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[minshookie]

High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 4k.

A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.” You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who  was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of  twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

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A show and a half // George Weasley

George Weasley x Fem reader 

warnings: There’s mature content. (18+) there’s description and mention of dominance, from the reader and s little bit from george. There’s also nipple play and love because I just think George is that kind of guy? if I forget anything please do not hesitate to warn. 

a/n: To the anon who requested the riding thing, here it is, I’m so very sorry if it’s not close to what you wanted or expected! D: this was my first ever request and i tried my best. I also wanna say thank you for requesting this, it made my day. And to everyone who’s reading this I hope you have an amazing day lovie! 

George really, really wanted to not be hard in the middle of class. He swears he doesn’t… but, well, when his girlfriend had been going around said class in a cute flowy black dress she brought from home, you couldn’t really blame him, or could you?

y/n liked to wear a lot of other stuff other than the howargts school uniform, and George always suffered with that. She made sure to look extra cute in those outfits because they had this kind of different affect on him.

So, with still an hour to go of class, George has to sit still next to his twin, who for once seems to be more interested in class than in anything else (George is thankful for that), and pretend that is girlfriend isn’t a sit way look so delicious.

And it also didn’t help that his brain, instead of focusing on class is imagining the filthiest things possible. And remembering them too. Like the time they stayed up after hours and he fucked y/n near the lake. The moon was shinning upon her in a way that had him weak on the knees. She had her head resting on his clothes, she had the dirtiest smirk he possible ever saw on her and she had her legs spread for him, her hands played with own nipples. Or the times Fred fucked her after he got out of the worst detention he’s ever had. It was so hard for him, he was pissed and mad and just, y/n was there and they ended up fucking in the first empty place he found.

He remembers clearly, how she was against the wall, the skirt she wore hiked up to her hips, her panties down to meet her ankles and his mouth at her pussy like she was the last thing on this earth. How when he look up to her, her jumpers was also up, she wore no bra and she was massaging her own breasts. Slowly George had noticed how much she loved to have her breasts and her nipples played with, and so every time he could he took his time with them. But usually y/n was the one playing with them.

But lately George had been thinking so much about them, how he would love to just give them all the attention he could, and how they would look while she rides him. y/n riding him shit now that… his thoughts trailed of, when y/n turned to him, the cutest smile she could muster on her face, probably oblivious to the state her boyfriend was in. She turned back around as focused on her class, and George was left there to imagine of her, riding his cock like the dirty girl he knows she is.

So when class ended, and Fred tried to speak to him, George just gave him a look and took his girlfriend’s hand in his and pulled her out of there.

“George.” y/n called, a laugh in her voice, her other free hand coming to rest at his chest. “Oh.” Realization hit her when her eyes met the prominent hard on George had, and then her laugh become a little louder. “someone liked potions more than they would like to admit.” She said in a teasing tone, and George looked at her for a brief moment, while they were on the stairs, making their way to the dormitory, that would probably be empty at this hour. George was really hoping it would.

“You and that fucking dress of yours are gonna get me in trouble.” His voice was hard, not in a mean tone, but in a ‘I’m horny’ kinda of tone. She let out a little giggle. “It’s not funny y/n, one day I might loose control and punish you for that.” She rolled her eyes.

“oh baby, I’m so sorry.” She had a playful tone to her voice. She let out a small scream, because as soon as the stairs stopped he pulled her without warning. The password flew out of his mouth so fast that she didn’t have time to process much.

In mere moments they had gone up the stairs, into the empty dorm room where George slept with other (that was empty).

“I want you to ride me.” George stated, he had let go of his girlfriends’ hand, he had taken a few steps closer to his bed while y/n stood closer to the closed door. Her eyes went wide. Surprisingly in the time they had been together, they had done so many things together, but y/n riding George hadn’t been one of them. She also had thought about it, they had just never shared it with one another.

She was robbed of words for a few moments. The look in her face a surprising one, but not one that showed she had no interest. She also always thought that George liked to take control during this time, that’s why she never said anything. But now, with him in front of her, pleading eyes, hands in fists and his bottom lip trembling, she thinks how could she have missed the signs.

He liked to be taken care of too.

The silence went on for what looked like so long that George panics, and was going to speak but then she smiles, and his worries melted way.

“How about you be a good boy and sit down on the bed. Back resting against the bed.” y/n said, her hands coming up to unknot the tie she had on top of her dress, something she liked to do a lot. And right now, with the way George was looking at her, she felt like it was definitely a good choice.

George did as told, his legs spread wide because he was already so hard that if he kept them close it would only hurt him. Not that he minded a bit of pain. One of his hands came to brush the red hair out of his face, his brain telling him to do so, so he could have the best view of his angle, she looked… George knows this feeling, knows how she looks. Like she always looks everyday to him, this sinful angle walking the earth. And he’s the lucky bastard who gets to be with her.

Watching her taking the tie, and then fall to the ground, and how she finally got closer to the bed. His breath was caught in his throat.

“You know, it’s been on my mind for a long time.” She finally spoke, and admitted, he bended a little, putting both her hands on the bed and then inched closer to his legs and to his ankles, she took them in her hands and massaged them. Her eyes landed on his cock, and a cheeky smirk appeared on her face again. “Was that what got you so hard?”

He nodded.

“Oh baby, poor baby. Wanna tell me about it?”

He nodded again, but this time, swallowed hard, preparing to speak. “We were- at the burrow actually.” He started, a pink shade appearing on his cheeks. y/n tilted her head to the side, but her smile never faded. “We were in my room, and you were, fuck, completely naked, and-“ he had to stop to catch his breath. The fact was, his cock was so hard it was painful by now, but a good one, this type of pain he never minded. But that’s how he got with y/n, she made him like this. This whiny, puppy side was sort of new in a way, but George always loved and appreciated his girl.

“And?” she stated, in a tone for him to continue.

“You were riding me, and I was- playing with your nipples. Fuck I know how much you love that.”

Her nipples, already hard but unnoticed until now seemed to tweak in interest. “I do baby, a lot.”

“I wanna play with them while you ride me.” They locked eyes.

y/n didn’t speak, she did although went back to her previous position at the end of the bed and started to undress herself, George’s eyes always on her.

“You are the most beautiful being I have ever laid my eyes upon.” He was so out of breath, but this statement came out in such a way that had y/n a little shy, but her heart bursting with happiness, and confidence. He was really this amazing. “And you are mine.”

“I am.” She said, all while she got rid of her dress, and then her fingers found her bra and she also got rid of that, and her hard nipples met the cold of the room and she shuddered. Then proceeded to take her panties. Usually George was the one who took all her clothes out. But today she did it herself. She kneeled in between his legs and with one hand resting on his knee, the other went up to rest on top of cock and she squeezed it.

“Don’t tease me-“ he had a dominant tone to his voice that vanished within seconds of y/n squeezing his cock again, but this time with more pressure. His spine felt like a thousand things were sparkling in there.

“I know, I know.” She stated, then moving both her hands to his belly, underneath his jumper and pulling it up, signaling for him to take it off. And then to his trousers along with his boxers making his cock spring free, so hard that it bounced back hitting his stomach. The groan of relieve that left his mouth had her pussy tingle.

She came up to sit on his on his cock, but not in a way he was in her. The moan the both let out was of pure ecstasy. She moved her hips so her pussy was brushing over his cock, her hands on his belly for support, her head slightly lean back and her mouth was a bit open, small whimpers leaving them. George had his hands on her hips, helping y/n with the movements, the feeling of her lips brushing against the length of his cock, and then the head of his cock was becoming to much. She was so wet and he was leaking from his ruby read tip that they were both becoming messy with their arousal.

“This is how you’re gonna look riding my cock.” He opened his eyes to look at her and she did the same, a shy smile on her face. “Exquisite.” He put pressure on her hips, making her clit brush hard against his pelvis and then when he moved her down a bit, against his cocks, she trembled in his touch.

The only thing he saw from her then was her hand moving to take a hold of his cock, she knew he was hard, but touching him with her hands for the first time today she realizes what the idea of her riding him is doing to him. How hard he is, how she knows very well that he’s red all over. Usually starts at the tip of his cock, when he gets horny over the simples things. Then when y/n isn’t paying attention to him, but is doing something to provoke him, the redness spreads from the tip, to the length of his cock, all the way to the base. How sometimes he doesn’t leak pre-cum, but others he does.

With a shaky breath when his cocks brushes past her clit, she directs it to her hole, her wet hole, that’s spasming and clenching around nothing, begging to be filled with George’s cock, the only one who will ever be able to satisfy her enough.

She locks eyes with his, her hand sliding down to the base of his cock, each time he sinks into her a bit more. His cock is enveloped by the soft inside skin of her cunt, her pussy welcoming him like always, clenching around him while she feels herself being filled up by his cock.

She feels his veins, she also feels how he pulsates, maybe more than usual, given that this is something that has been on his mind for so long that he his in a state he hasn’t been in a while.

He can’t close his eyes now, he keeps his eyes on her, how her mouth opened a little bit more, a moan stuck at her throat threatening to come out, how at the same time the pleasure is consuming her veins that she contorts in pleasure. He moans, louder this time when she bottoms how, her pussy flush against the base of his hard cock, her clit brushing against his pelvis, the pressure has her clench hard against him and involuntary move her hips against him.

“Fuck- George.” She had her hands at the lowest part of his belly her fingers slightly bent, her nails digging into to the skin there.

His eyes shine, not only is his cock being sucked up by her tight pussy, he’s also lucky to be able to look at her in a way he’s never before. Her on top of him, her breasts squeezed by her harms because of how close they are to each other. Her nipples asking to be touched. How he can feel the warmth radiating from her skin, how her hair falls to her face when she lowers it down to concentrate herself in not moaning.

“Let go for me baby.” He said, his voice breathless, his hands still at her hips and he starts to move them from front to back, this griding making the stimulation at her clit increase and so she clenches around him. She lets out a tiny scream, and then her moans leave her like she always does. Curses break thru them, whines of name, whimpers for more, she fills her skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Shit, feels so good.” She stated, rising her head so she looks at him, he moans her name.

She moves her hands up a bit so they rest higher up on his belly and starts to move, takes her a while to find a movement, to find that way that had them both lost in space. That had them both in this bubble where no one else existed, it was just them, loving on each other in other way other than kisses, hugs and time together. It was them showing love for each other in a way they both loved.

“Look how well you fit on my cock baby girl.” She could only nod her head because any other sound that comes from her mouth is not a word, and her brain feels mushy and filled with pleasure for her to able to form any sentence. “You were carved from the gods, just for me weren’t you?”

His hands left her hips, she had gained her rhythm, she had found the way to pleasure, each hand of his came to rest on each of her breasts. He played with her nipples, pulling at them. Then brought each of his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, getting them all wet and sticky with his spit to then play again with her nipples.

“George Shit, please.” Her hips fluttered, for a moment she felt like she might loose balance from the sparkles that travelled all thru her body. Her clit was big, and swollen and the way it was continuously hitting his pelvis was making her orgasm come closer.

“You are all mine baby, I am lucky to have you, you know that?” His voice came out in short pauses, traying to gain a sense of the world because he too was lost in pleasure, lost in her.

“Just yours, yours to love, to have.” She moans, and he mewls loudly, his fingers pulling at her nipples exceptionally harder.

She leans down looking for his mouth, his hands leave her breasts to come and pick up her hair that was falling in front of her when she went to kiss him. Her hands to occupied giving her support to do that. They kiss, and when she leans all the way down for that, so does her hips, and her pussy and brushes his pelvis and then the top of his cock brushes in her sweet spot, making her moan into his mouth.

And that’s when she cums. She milks his cock for all he has, her pussy pulsate with all the pressure and pleasure. She pulls her lips from his mouth because the moans she’s letting out are to strong. It becomes to much, her body is tingling and convulsing. She feels her eyes water, almost like tears are gonna come out, her nails dig into his belly.

George cums from that. It’s the way she is squeezing his cock, it’s also the way she wetted him so, but so much that squelching sounds are coming from were she stills meets his hips, how she’s griding against him to get thru the rest of her orgasm, how she shines like she does all the time. And when he cums, he cums hard, and he shots all his cum far up in her, pulling her hips down seizing al her movements.

“baby.” She moaned, the feeling of him feeling her up is something she will never get use to, but is always welcome, how she loves to feel him, nice and deep, and how she loves to feel him drip out her in the after math of it all. He was tense, the last drops of his cum, his breath now fast, trying to recompose himself after this.

After how intense this orgasm was, how, everything and every time he had imagines y/n riding him he never expected this somehow. And he is lost, because this was so much more that all those dreams.

“I think…” y/n starts, she leans all the way down so her chest his flesh against his, her head rests closer to the curve of his neck but she can still listen to his heart, and how hard and fast is pounding. He’s still inside her, but she makes no move to pull him out, she likes the comfort of having him like this. She likes having her love closer to her, to feel his warmth and love that always radiate from him.

“I think we need to do this often.” He finished for her. They both let out childish giggles, content, happy and in a state of pure bliss. “You looked absolutely elegant, graceful, I swear y/n, you are the most beautiful girl ever, I am so lucky to have you.”

“I love you.” Her voice was sleepy, but full of meaning, before she completely fell asleep, she still heard him say ‘I love you’ back.

[buckyownsmylife]

t r e a c h e r o u s - final chapter

The one where you are Sebastian’s girlfriend, but Chris can’t get enough of you.

Due to the age gap between you and Sebastian, your boyfriend has a hard time feeling sexually attracted to you. In order to save your relationship, he invites Chris to have sex with you while he watches, hoping that the voyeurism will awaken his arousal and jealousy. Soon, he’ll learn that inviting his best friend into his relationship may have just been the worst mistake he ever made, when Chris finds himself unable to let you go after his role is done.

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A/N: this is it, guys! Treacherous’ final chapter! It’s probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and so far out of my comfort zone, but maybe that’s why I’m so proud of it 🙈 Thanks for sticking so far! I’ll probably be announcing my next series soon, hope that you guys will like that as well. If you’re part of my taglist solely for treacherous, but is still interested in my other works, please follow the link in my description or in my masterlist to join another taglist!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I could see the shock in her eyes when she found me on the other side of the door, despite the pouring rain that had been steadily falling for the last three days in LA. I didn’t care about the weather, just like I didn’t care that she was in a relationship with one of my best friends. I just had to see her. 

“Chris?” She asked, and held her robe tighter against her body, which she predominantly hid behind the door. It made me irrationally angry. I was aware of the lack of correspondence between that simple action and the intensity of the feeling that overtook my body, but there wasn’t anything I could do at that moment. I was too far gone, already.

“What? Wasn’t expecting to see me? Didn’t think I’d come all the way down here to ask you why the hell you’ve been avoiding me like I’m the devil?” She flinched, but didn’t make any movement to show more of herself from behind the door. 

“For fuck’s sake, woman, stop hiding from me. I’ve seen you naked before. I’ve had you writhing with pleasure under me…” My voice slowly disappeared as I stared down at her stomach, now visible since I had pushed my way into the house, taking the door away from her. She was tense, her hands trying to cover her belly and failing miserably. “You’re pregnant?!”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. That much was obvious. But if my first reaction was to feel desperation at the realization that the woman I loved was that much more unattainable, a small voice in my brain whispered something that left me curious.

“Who’s the father?” I asked, looking at her directly in the eyes, despite the fact that she was trying to look pretty much everywhere but at me. “Y/N.” The way I called her name was a warning in itself, but she still didn’t budge. “Y/N,” I called again as I took a step closer to her, until we were in fact all but touching. 

“Answer me.” I held her jaw tightly but carefully, forcing her to meet my eyes, but she still didn’t answer, opting instead to bite her lower lip and look up at me with a desperate look in her eyes. I knew what she was asking for, and so I obliged. “Come here,” I whispered, already pulling her to follow my demand. And then I leaned down and took her lips in mine.

It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night, that she was pregnant and that her boyfriend - my best friend - was sleeping somewhere in that house. All that mattered was her and I and the way it felt when our lips touched.

Her hands came up to my hair and I pulled her up by her ass as best as I could, considering the belly between us. “Where is he?” I whispered, and she didn’t even open her eyes to speak. 

“Our bedroom.”

“Fine.” I took her to the hallway and opened the first door I found, which was of the guest room I had spent a few nights in, oh so many months ago. It shared a wall with the bedroom where Sebastian was currently sleeping in, but the truth was, I did not care. A big part of me, the dark part of me, was kind of hoping he would listen. I wanted him to know that I was fucking his girl, because maybe then she’d finally be mine.

I unceremoniously dropped her on the bed before crawling over her body, pulling her by the back of her neck so our lips would meet again. I was desperate for her, for her taste, for her warmth, her caresses. Luckily, it seemed like she felt the same way.

“Chris,” she whispered as I leaned down to suck on her breasts. They were slightly bigger, I bet they were more sensitive to my touch. I moaned at the thought that soon, they would be filled with the warm milk she’d need to feed her child. I wanted to have a taste of it too. I wanted to be around to witness the changes, worship the body that was growing another human being.

“I got you, baby.” Carefully, I swirled my tongue around her nipples, appreciating the shiver that took over her body. “Does it feel good?” I had to ask, to which she breathlessly agreed, one of her hands coming up to lose itself on my hair, keeping my lips attached to her skin. “I’ll take care of you.”

The words raised goosebumps over her skin, and I couldn’t help but to let my hands follow them until I reached her belly, carefully and softly rubbing it as I continued to kiss her breasts a bit longer.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby girl. You just have to say it.” Her eyes met mine, and it was clear that she knew what I meant. “Tell me who’s the father, princess.” She shook her head, her hands coming up to push me away from her, but I captured her wrists before she could, kissing my way to her face again.

I gave her another one of those soul shattering kisses that I hadn’t known before we met. I tried to show her what I felt, how much I wanted her, just by the way my tongue invaded her mouth. If she noticed my desperation, she didn’t say anything. Quickly, her body lost its tension, her arms escaping my hold to fall beside her body, and she became complacent again.

Good. That’s how I needed her to be.

Pressing one last kiss against her lips, I got back to where I was before, now making my way down to where she was already dripping for me. God, I could smell her. She was mouthwatering in every sense. I couldn’t wait to have her taste in my mouth again.

And so I delved in, my tongue coming out to slowly swirl her clit around. She moaned loudly, pulling on my hair again. Perhaps she wasn’t that worried about Sebastian finding us, either.

The thought spurred me on. I buried my face in her, my nose still bumping her little button as I pressed my tongue as far as it could go inside. I never wanted to forget her taste. When her thighs started to quiver around me, I pushed a finger into her, and she cried out loud, pulling on my locks forcefully. I welcomed the burn. I welcomed any sensation she gifted me. 

Despite her sensitiveness, I didn’t stop eating her out. I couldn’t. I wanted to stretch this experience as much as possible. I wanted her forever. And I was going to convince her to choose me tonight.

So I carefully drank her release, slowly pushing my finger in and out of her until she was thrusting back against me again. Only then did I force another finger into her, watching for her reaction before resuming my movements on her clit. She looked so beautiful with her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements. I wished I was able to kiss her all over at the same time, keep having her taste in my mouth while I sucked on her breasts the way I was doing to her little clit now.

I could only imagine how gorgeous she would look further down her pregnancy, when her full breasts and her belly became too big for me to meet her eyes while I was taking care of her needs like I was right now. But I didn’t want to have to imagine. I wanted to live it, to be there for her as she gave birth, only to fill her with more babies right after. 

When she filled my mouth with her essence again, I accepted it was time to move on, although I still would have been happy to spend the rest of my life between her thighs, literally drinking her in. But Y/N seemed eager to get on with it too, as she pulled me to her as best as she could and kissed me again.

Her tongue tried to swipe as much of her own taste as she could, and fuck if she wasn’t the sexiest woman I’d ever slept with. A groan escaped my chest and I pushed her against the bed again, pumping my cock a few times before swiping the blunt head against her clit.

“Guess I don’t have to worry about cumming inside of you, right?” My words made her moan, and since she couldn’t reach me anymore, she opted to fist the sheets beside her head, trying to move her hips in a way that would get me inside of her faster. 

Seeing her need, I thrusted into her, but instead of taking my time to let her adjust to my thickness, I only stopped when I bottomed out. And then I immediately started pistoning, fucking her like I hated her. I needed her fucked silly for what I had in mind.

And it didn’t take too long to get her there. The tricky part was trying to contain myself, because she was like a fucking aphrodisiac: the simple sight of her naked body - especially now that she was pregnant - was enough to make me ready to burst a nut. But after a few rough thrusts, she was already babbling nonsense, just like I wanted her to be.

I could barely understand my name and little prayers of ‘oh god’, and ‘yes please’ as I kept on fucking her. Just when I felt her cunt start to contract around me, I pulled out, quickly turning her around so I could fuck her doggy style - our favorite. The second I was inside of her again, I pulled her by her hair so she’d be resting against my thighs.

“Well, now that I have you here…” I whispered against her ear, enjoying the goosebumps that raised where my warm breath touched her skin. “You’re gonna tell me. Who’s the father, Y/N?”

She tried to shake her head when she caught up to my intentions, but I was still firmly holding her hair, just like my other hand was holding her hips against me, so she wouldn’t be able to move.

“C’mon, baby girl. By now you must have realized that I will get this out of you sooner or later. I’ll only stop when I do.” One of my hands went around her to caress her belly.  It’s not like the entire world didn’t know how crazy I was about having kids. And ever since I saw her full belly, it became clear that I only wanted them if it was with her. 

The hand that was on her belly went further south to part her lower lips so my middle finger could play with her sensitive clit. I had to bite my lip to stop from grunting when I felt my own digit softly run over my length as I resumed my thrusts in her, this time forcing her to fuck herself against me.

When I felt her fall slack against my chest, I kissed her temple, cooing meanly at her. “Already tired, baby? I haven’t even started with you yet. Unless, of course, this means you’re ready to start spilling some truth to me.”

I fucked her hard, taking sick pleasure from the little gasps and moans that escaped her as I continued to overstimulate the hell out of the woman I loved. This time, when she came again, I didn’t stop thrusting, finding just enough self control to fuck her through her orgasm and push it further, until she was bouncing against my body, like a rag doll I could easily manipulate.

“Who’s. The. Father. Of. The. Baby?” I punctuated each word with a particularly rough thrust, never stopping the little circles I was doing to her clit, even as she was trying to push my hand away from her.

“Babies!” She screamed as she came again, trembling over my body when I finally stopped, confused. What the hell was she talking about?

“What?” I asked, and when she didn’t answer, I gave another little nudge at her nub and she immediately responded, thrashing around in an effort to escape my touch. 

“Babies. They’re.. They’re babies.” As realization struck through me, an even bigger possessive edge took over my body, and my fingers trembled in the effort to control myself.

“How many?” I asked, softly kissing the crook of her neck as I abandoned her abused clit to run my fingers up her body. Despite my relatively sweet gestures, my voice was ice cold, and I knew she could hear the aggressive undertone of my actions.

“W-what?” It was her turn to question.

“How many babies? Are they twins?” It took her some time to answer, and I took advantage of it to draw over the edge of her nipples with one of my fingers. When I had enough of waiting, I pulled harshly on them, at the same time biting down on her right shoulder. 

“Y-YES. A boy and a girl. Th-they’re a boy and a girl.” The need for domination was rising within me. I was in desperate need of some answers. Was the girl of my dreams fulfilling my fantasy with my best friend or was she trying to keep my kids, my wish come true, from me? Nuzzling against her neck, I delivered a single quick slap over her pussy, just to call her attention to me.

“It could be so easy, baby girl… Just to tell me the truth.” Delivering another slap over her sensitive cunt, she almost doubled over with the impact, but I kept her close to me by the hand possessively wrapped around her belly. “If you tell me they’re his, I’ll leave just as soon as I’m done with you. This will be the last time I’ll interfere in your family life. I’ll stand on the sidelines and watch as you two raise your kids, keeping only the memories of your naked body so I can pleasure myself without you.” 

She was trembling again, undoubtedly ready to cum yet another time, but unable to comprehend how her body was able to.  “But if they’re mine…” I continued, releasing a long, shaky breath as I tried to clear my own mind while dealing with this possibility. “Well then, get ready to start fucking screaming, because this will be the last time you’ll ever see Sebastian in your life.”

I pushed her roughly down against the mattress again, one hand keeping her head on the pillow while the other adjusted her hips so I could pound her. I didn’t hold back this time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep from cumming for much longer. The thought that Y/N could be pregnant with my kids was too much for me, my balls feeling heavy as they slapped on her clit and my groin and all I wanted to do was to paint her insides with my cum again. So I needed her to cum one last time, and fast.

“Tell. Me.” I commanded, fucking her harshly, forcefully, and by now her moans carried more pain than pleasure in their sound, although the latter was still present. “Fuck…” I was so close to losing it, I needed to know. My voice wavered as I felt my orgasm approaching, the force of which was so high I felt tears rising to my eyes, much like Y/N, who was already sobbing underneath me. “Please, baby girl. Please tell me.”

I don’t know what did it for her, if it was the tiredness that overcame her after this last orgasm or if the broken tone of my words caught her heart, but when she came this time, she screamed the words I was begging to hear.

“They’re yours, Chris. They’re yours.” As soon as they were out into the world, I was cumming inside of her, the feeling of euphoria that much higher as I struggled to keep softly thrusting into her, to milk both of our orgasms fully.

My strength disappeared as my muscles relaxed, and I had to adjust myself to fall by her side and not hurt her belly. Immediately, a silly smile appeared on my face, and I reached out to caress it.

“You’re not lying, right?” She managed to chuckle a little bit, one of her arms hiding her eyes from me.

“I don’t think I have enough energy to even do that.” That was all I needed to know. I managed to pull her to me by the back of her neck, kissing her with all I had. 

“I hope you know I’m never letting you go.” Y/N smiled softly at me, her hand covering my own, that was still over her belly.

“I’m counting on it.” We stayed like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow, before she suddenly interrupted it with a question I honestly didn’t want to think about.

“Who’s going to tell Sebastian?”

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[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Two thoughts for your garbage fire extraordinarie!

I would love hear your worst holiday lines for your unholy trinity! “Santa’s not the only packing a big sack,” etc!

Or, if you want a break from that shit lol. Here’s one of my personal Clyde HCs that you use as you please! Since you asked...

So, I’m not not super into dad kink myself, but I totally see Clyde as been like super dominant, but polite about it lol. Things like “maybe if ya tell me real nice why you think ya deserve to cum, I’ll let ya.” Or “now, ya just know how much I hate doin’ this to ya, darlin,’ but ya had to keep goin.’” “Ya know good n’ well that a lady’s supposed to say ‘please’ when she’s askin’ for my cock.”

I also think he’s a freak in the sheets with one of the filthiest mouths and I think he has a breeding kink! He’s gonna give you a lot more than just a present under the tree and he’ll make sure “your Christmas is gonna be extra white this year, lil’ darlin.’”

I feel ashamed.

FUCKIN OMG @safarigirlsp I LOVE THIS TIME OF THE WEEK BECAUSE OF THE DEPRAVITY BETWEEN OUR BOYS AND THEIR STUPID CATCHPHRASES! SO AS AN XMAS GIFT TO YOU AND EVERYONE SURROUNDING THE GARBAGE FIRE IM GONNA ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS FROM THESE CRAZY AU’S TO THE BEST OF MY CRACK BRAIN KNOWLEDGE!

HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO! 😂

Favorite one liners from our holy trinity....

The first being our resident Sea Fury, Capt. Flip SS “Blowhole” Zimmerman BDE, who now that I think about it must not really know what Xmas is, given that he sails the seas constantly and could give a rat’s ass about holidays in general. After all, he’s got treasure to find for himself and no time to dilly dally with stupid festivities such as Christmas. 

Sure, there’s an occasional snow storm on the high seas, which freeze him and his crew’s dingle berries to raisins when it blows through, but there’s no lights surrounding the massive Jolly Roger, no festive music of any kind because he runs a tight ass ship, clean as a fuckin’ whistle at all times with no fuckin’ funny business, except in the case of fuckin’ around with you that is. 

On the eve of the 25th, pirate time, the both of you are settled in your dining hall, a feast of succulent seafoods, baked to perfection via the resident cook on the ship, lay before your starving eyes. 

Your clad in one of your synched corsets, hardly able to gulp down the wine he’d poured because the waist is knotted so damn tight, causing your tits to practically explode onto the table, like he would so badly welcome at this point. 

He sits perched in his captain’s chair, dressed in his finest buccaneer garb, feathered hat and all, swirling his chalice as he devours your body with his eyes in the candle light. 

Watching your every move as you choke down the drink, throat moving to push down the liquor as you take a deep inhale, expanding your gravid chest as you push your self more into the seating. 

Noticing your boobs bounce with every motion you make to add food to your plate, the ebbs and flows of your soft tits as they beg to be set free from their cage. 

His cock twitches in his pantaloons as he catches himself boring into your chest, clearing his throat to take a swig of his wine as well, before gathering himself back into reality. 

“Where did ya go sailor?” chuckling as you watched him chug his spirits down his gullet, watching his Adam’s Apple bob as you salivated thinking about sucking a huge bruise on the appendage. 

He forced the glass on the table, shaking the food as he exhaled from his gulps, gathering his thoughts for a moment and then turning back to your position, eyes darkened with mischief. 

“I was... thinking,” he cooed, spreading his thighs wide, showing the mast that had erupted in his pants, “I heard the men conversing about this day being a special one of sorts,” taking his hat from his head to run his thick fingers through his hair. 

“And?” you paused from taking a bite of shrimp before he continued further, “what does this have to do with what you were staring me down for Phillip?” cocking your head to the side as he watched your tits waver from your motions. 

“I was thinking of making it a special one for us as well, my sweet siren,” cooing as he leaned himself closer to your side of the table, “what do ya say ya sit on ol’ captain’s mast and tell him your deepest desires?” coaxing a finger to lead you to his thick meaty thighs as you blushed, thinking about him impaling your pussy on his whale cock. 

Now onto our noble land warrior, This Is Sparta... 

I had to do some digging on this one because I know the Spartan’s had several festivals they celebrated because of their many Gods and Goddesses they worshipped and made sacrifices to... So, the closest I found was the tradition of Gymnopaedia (or the festival of naked youths as it’s translated) which is celebrated for over a week and honoring the three mythical beings Apollo, Artemis, and their mother, Leto and showcased bachelors and their marital and athletic capabilities (similar to the Olympics but naked) to the single women of the city of Sparta. 

SO LET’S HAVE SOME FUN WITH BACHELOR WARRIOR FLIP SHOWIN’ OFF THE GOODS TO HIS BRIDE TO BE! 

The streets were fraught with nude and glistening warriors of all abilities. Their bulging muscles, thick meaty thighs, and their endowments on display for all the thirsty women of the city to pick and choose their best suitors. 

You sat perched in your spot as you surveyed the music and majesty before you. A face in a crowd of hundreds of hungry women, each devouring their male counterparts, itching to be filled with their potent seed as they tossed discus and arrows to show their strength and protective capabilities. 

None of them were catching your eyes, however, even if they all were desperate for the attention, demonstrating their wares for the most beautiful woman in the village. 

Each begging to be the apple of your eye, practically injuring themselves as they showcased their endurance and stamina to get you to pick one of them from the crowd of body oil and testicles. 

You sighed, shooing away the suitors one by one, earning scoffs and side eyes from the other women, telling you to stop being so picky or else your womb will dry up from your negative outlook on the sea of cocks clouding your vision. 

You craved something. You weren’t sure what it was, but you desired a man whom desired you in the least desperate sense. Who cherished your independence, your thoughts, your body, and your soul. None of these suitors were capable of fulfilling your womb in that sense, so you kept with the shooing as you searched for your perfect mate. 

Suddenly, a valiant warrior appeared from the crowd, his muscles rippled and his cock swinging at attention as he made his way to the front of the line of men. 

His hair and inky frame over his chiseled face as he bent over to grip the disc laying in wait, encircling the rock with his humongous hands as his back and legs flexed from him lifting the weight above his head. 

Your womb ached as you watched him effortlessly throw the object further and more accurate than any of the other boys present during this festival of games, the heat causing a bead of sweat to form over your heaving tits clasped under your white robes. 

He huffed as he descended from his perch, moving his way to the crowd of hungry women, each fawning over his size and strength as they clawed to get his attention. 

He paid them no mind, zeroing in on your goddess-like posture, not giving him a single indication that you were interested, even if inside you wanted to scrape the ever loving fuck out of his thick pectorals. 

Your eyes met as he trudged through the seas of desperate cries and declarations of love from the girls below you, pushing them off like flies as he came to your eye level. 

You crossed your legs, pushing your chest out like the lady you were, not breaking eye contact with the brave soldier before you. 

“Y/N,” he muttered out amongst the music and cheer, his face the picture of seriousness as he spoke it to you. 

“Phillip,” you recanted back, smoothing your garment over your midsection, only to look back up to see his cock, half hard and leaned to the left, precum leaking from the tip as his pecs rose and fell from his glistening chest. 

“Will you join me in a dance?” moving a large hand in front of him as he begged you with his darkened eyes, to move off your throne of sorts, “please,” his voice changed slightly in desperation for your delicate hand. 

You sat there, taking in the moment as it came, moving a hand to envelope in his as you lifted your effervescent figure to come to his nude form, feeling his cock press against your thigh as he took you in his arms. 

“This way my dove,” he calmly led you through the mess of scowls and scoffs from the other bachelorettes, knowingly irritated at the fact that you’d bagged the hottest and most fertile warrior in the city. 

It was the best festival week of your entire life, ending with the betrothal between the both of you, sealed by the Gods themselves. 

(I’m sorry there’s no funny catchphrase I couldn’t find a way to weasel it in this kind of story lmao, but I did say cock a lot so there’s that!)

And last but certainly not least, the Holy Ghost himself, Rootin’ Tootin’ Shootin’ Cowboy Rustler Flip Zimmerman (Huckleberry) 

It was a good ol’ fashioned country Christmas on the homestead, complete with snow, ice, and of course you tied up on the dining room table being stuffed seven different ways to Sunday like a holiday honey ham. 

You’d already sustained your precious cowboy mercilessly face fucking you, cumming an unholy amount deep in your throat, the remnants mixing with your saliva as you laid spread wide open on the wood furniture. 

Your breath heaving from your chest as you begged for Flip to continue his holiday quest of stuffing you full of him for Christmas. 

“P-please Phil!” you begged, exhausted and wishing he’d touch you in the spot you so badly craved, “I-I!” stammering as he chuckled above you, lighting a cigarette, with is cowboy hat atop his head, and his naked hulking body heaving from his attack on your precious mouth. 

“Ya know I love it when ya beg ta be stuffed like a Christmas stocking ma sweet vixen,” inhaling a drag of sweet nicotine as he watched your cunt gasp for his cock, dripping in anticipation as he made himself hard again watching your asshole pucker from the air in the room. 

“Yer lil’ pussy’s beggin’ for me ain’t she?” he exhaled a cloud, gripping his half hard dick, smearing the remnants of your spit on his girth as he threw his head back form his own touch, “beggin’ to be stuffed like that damn turkey in the oven,” he cooed, ashing his filter in the tray by the doorway, rubbing his hands together as he surveyed your pretty figure, laid out for him. 

“She o-only wants y-you,” whining as you tried to wrench your head around to see where he’d found himself, hoping he was mere inches away from your heat as you writhed in your restraints. 

“Mhmm,” he mused, running his thick hands on your ass, smoothing the skin as he reared one hand to slap it with all the might he could, the ripple from the heat of the blow causing an instant five-star to bloom on the pristine cheek. 

“I love these honey hams a yours darlin’,” he cooed, slapping the other cheek to match its twin, “there so, juicy,” eyes growing dark as he drank in your whines from the pained blows you’d sustained. 

Stilling your hips to prod his thick cock at your weeping hole, the pressure causing you to lose your ever loving mind as you felt him penetrate your walls with a painfully slow motion, making your cunt eat him centimeter by centimeter. 

“P-Phil!” screaming out and begging for more friction, trying to break free from your expertly knotted ties on the legs of the table. 

“Uh huh darlin’,” he tsked, still inching himself in as you cried out into the living room, “naughty girls don’t get presents, don’t ya remember how the song goes sugar?” he chuckled, stilling himself for what seemed like hours before he started his assault on your tight little hole. 

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. I CANNOT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE I HOPE IT’S DECENT ENOUGH TO BE WORTHY OF THE WHALE COCK VIBES! 

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

[bluevelvetvideo]

Walking in on your employee as she plays with her toys and has her eyes closed which makes her not realize your presence. As she reaches her high, you walk in on her. (Bughead where Jughead is the employer and Betty the young naive employee)

Okay, nonnie. You asked for it! Thank you to @mieteve-minijoma for bouncing ideas with me and encouraging my filth. (Unbeta'd - all mistakes are mine)

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Betty Cooper had taken the job as editor of an up-and-coming magazine on a whim. She never expected it to be one of the most fulfilling and autonomous jobs she’s ever had. She also didn’t expect that three months after moving into her apartment that there’d be a water leak so severe that she had to move in with Polly and Jason (and their two kids) for the foreseeable future. 

She loved her family, really she did, but having to share a bedroom with twin seven year olds was nothing something she was prepared to do. She was very much used to having her alone time for her very intimate way she’d relieve her stress from her daily woes at the office.

Her main stress being that the owner of the magazine, her boss, Mr. Jones was deliciously handsome and she could not stop thinking about him pressing her up against the copy machine and fucking her senseless. She kept it professional, but after the third time of being interrupted during her destressing, she decided that Polly’s apartment was not the place for that anymore.

She’d made it a habit to stay late at night, barricaded in her office. When she was sure everyone else had left for the day, she’d use an incognito tab on her phone to search for porn. Lately, it’s been tall, lanky men with wild dark locks having his way with a small blonde woman. Sure she was projecting, but she couldn’t be mad at herself. Everyone has needs.

She places her headphones in her ears and relaxes onto the small couch that came standard in every office. She hiked her sundress around her hips and her fingers glided their way to pet her clothed sex, building up the anticipation. She moaned when the filthiest words fell from the man in the video’s lips, calling his partner a good girl and how he couldn’t wait to feel her tight cunt around his cock.

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Jughead Jones was still in his office, far later than usual, lights off to try to prevent the migraine he knows is eventually going to win out. He was going through the cover headlines for the upcoming edition and if he stared at another picture of whatever it was he was looking at, he was going to explode.

He got up from his desk and paced around his office. More coffee, he thought as he walked toward the kitchenette. He popped in a pod and hit strong brew before he wandered around, waiting for it to drip into his mug. He saw the lights on in the new girl’s office. Cooper, yes. He really did have to make it a point to not call her the new girl anymore. She’d been there for nearly a year. 

He’d seen her stay late a few times a week, but he never thought anything of it. Her work was spectacular, the best he’d seen in quite some time, but it was borderline obscenely late and he walked down to check in on her.

Each office had privacy screens, usually drawn during meetings and concept brainstorming days. By the way the light was spilling into the hallway, he could tell hers were not down. He walks slowly and leans against her doorway before assessing the situation.

“Fuck,” he whispered as his eyes are met with his employee pleasuring herself, eyes closed. From the sounds of it, she’s about to come.

He knows he should walk away, he knows it’s rude to watch, but he can’t look away. He would be lying if he’d said he never wondered what she sounded like when she came, or the look on her face as she reached her peak. He’d also be lying if he said he’d never jerked off in his own office before, but at least he remembered to close the privacy screen.

His cock is straining against his slacks and he palms himself, watching as Betty dips her fingers into her entrance, head thrown back in passion. He gripped himself, unable to control it, when he heard a small whimpered Mr. Jones before a growl and relentless panting.

Oh, he thought. Well, I think there may definitely be something I can do about his. As her breathing returns to normal, he slips back into the kitchen to gather his coffee and makes his way back to his office, leaving the open just a crack.

He fervently types out and email. He hit send before he could think any better of it. Suddenly, it is too hot. He takes off his jacket and tie. It’s a start. 

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Betty smoothed her skirt down, returning to her desk to find a new email waiting for her. Her eyes widen and she is struck with fear.

Meet me in my office. Now.

She swallowed thickly, trying to regain her composure. She can still feel the heat of her cheeks and her heart is racing like it’s going to beat right out of her chest. She got up from her desk, trying her hardest to calm her nerves as she made her way to Mr. Jones’ office just down the hall and to the left.

When she knocks on the door, there is no answer, so she pushes the door open to find her boss, propped against his desk, dress shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair disheveled and the top few buttons of his always crisp shirt undone.

Her heart is racing faster. She’d never seen him looking so unkempt. His usual strictly business attire turned casual had her thighs clenching together, seeking some kind of friction.

“You,” she swallowed. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Jones.”

She watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing with the movement. He cleared his throat and her eyes shot to his: blown wide.

"You've been working late a lot recently, Miss Cooper."

"Yes, Sir," she nodded. "Living with my sister and her family has made it difficult to concentrate."

He quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "Can't exactly get yourself off with little ones running around, can you?"

Her eyes widened further. She was caught. She was probably going to get fired. Fuck.

"I asked you a question, Miss Cooper," Jughead said when Betty hadn't responded.

She hung her head in shame. "No, Sir."

“So, you wait until you think no one is in the office and do it here?” She nodded. Jughead pushed off the desk and approached her slowly.

“That’s correct.”

“You’ve done a poor job of making sure you’ve had the office to yourself the last few weeks,” he smirked, still pacing toward her, his eyes trained on her.

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This had not been the first time Jughead had caught Betty pleasuring herself in her office. The first time was nearly a month ago, where she screamed his name with such fire he was drawn to her. 

Of course, he’d always noticed the beautiful blonde in editing. How could he not? From her resume alone she was just his type. He made it a point to stay later than usual, lights off, to see if it was a one time thing, or if her moaning his name would be a recurring event. He was extremely thankful it was recurring.

He’d watch her get herself off then head back to his office to do the same, her face behind his eyelids with her name dripping from his lips. 

“What?” He watched as her hands nervously flattened her skirt and her shoulders pinned back.

He approached her still, close enough that she was backing up until she was pinned against his office door. His arms caged her head and she looked up at him with doe eyes.

“This is not the first time I’ve caught you, Betty,” he said, his voice husky. “Or is that what you wanted?”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said looking down, eyes focused on her shoes.

He tipped her chin up gently to look at him. Her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she finally returned his eye contact. 

“I’m not,” he smirked.

Her lips parted as his long, dexterous finger grazed its way from her chin to her chest. He could feel his cock straining against his zipper as her breath caught in her throat.

“You’re not?” 

“No.” His head ducked down to the shell of her ear, his breath fanning across her cheek. “I would have loved to help.” She whimpered at the confession. “Is that something you want?”

She nodded slowly.

“Have you ever pretended it was me between your legs instead of your own hand?” Jughead asked, his voice so full of desire he barely recognized it himself.

“Yes, Sir. Every time.”

“As much as I love hearing you call me Sir, please. Call me Jughead,” he said pressing a slight kiss to her ear. 

“Yes, Si--Jughead,” she gasped, turning her head to meet his gaze. They stayed there, eyes locked until she could feel herself nearly combusting. She lurched forward and joined their lips. Her hands smoothing up the expanse of his chest, locking around his neck as he pushed her further into the door. 

His lips swiped against her bottom lip and she moaned into his mouth, granting him entrance. His tongue explored every corner of her before he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck. His thumbs were at the strap of her dress, slowly drawing them down her shoulder when her arms fell, freeing herself from the confines of her dress. It slipped down and pooled with a flutter against the hardwood floor of his office.

“I don’t,” she gasped as he sucked a patch of her flesh into his mouth. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

He paused, lifting his head from her collarbone, eyes wide, heart pounding in his chest. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, but - “

“But what?”

“You’re my boss,” she whined, wriggling against his body, which apparently didn’t get the memo from her brain. “Isn’t there some kind of law against that?”

“Not the last that I checked. But if you want me to stop, than I’ll stop,” he backed away slowly, his hands running through his hair. 

“And if I don’t want you to stop?” Betty said, pushing herself off the door and approaching him. Her pace was sinfully slow, clad only a skimpy pair of underwear and a thin lace bra that he was sure was purely for decoration.

She pushed him backward into the oversized chair in the corner and straddled his hips.

“What if I don’t want you to stop, Mr. Jones?” Her voice was teasing, the tip of her nose dragging against his.

He rolled his hips into hers, his erection pulsating in his slacks. She hummed and ground down against him, joining their lips together. Jughead bit at her lower lip and sucked at it as her hips came down against his again.

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Gardenia on the crown - J.J.H

4; dreams of sunshine eyes

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst and the shy touches of fluff

length: around 2,5k words

warnings: mild swearing

// masterlist //

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Starry flames flicker on the hundreds of candles saturating the ballroom with golden hues, reflecting on expensive pearls and tangling through lace trim and floral paterns. Nobility swirls around the soft notes of violin and piano, men in tailored suits kindly asking for the pale hand of shy princesses, inviting them to a dance that will stain the night with their scent.

You’re standing in middle of it all, fitted flawlessly in the embrace of a young prince's arms and slowly losing your sanity to the sight of his stunning features, iridescent shadows from the crystal chandeliers casting a sparkling galaxy on his skin. His eyes, those that captured your thoughts from the very moment their Egyptian caramel shade dipped into your soul, still have you mesmerized and utterly lost in their enigmatic depths.

He spins you around so gently, cremé gown blooming around your ankles in the heated rhythm and a moment later, you feel his fingertips sear a temptingly slow path around your waist when you step forward.

"You haven't told me your name yet..." A breathless whisper falls from your lips, accompanied by the over-accelerated pound of your heart. The charming stranger who managed to gather all of your attention to the excellence of his dance and the alluring electricity beaming from his entire presence is still hiding behind anonymity. The ache to discover something as simple as his name is swallowing you alive.

"My name is Jung Jaehyun, my lady...”

You wake up suffocated in the cradle of cloud coloured sheets, nightgown clinging low on your decolté and a rushed pulse racing through your veins. Midday sun refracts from the window, brushing peachy shimmer on your skin and a sweet heat around the endless void of the room.

Yet, somehow, your body feels absolutely numb. That night... Your brain is playing the filthiest game by reminding you of it.

Your glance swivels around the intricately decorated wooden furniture in protest to your mind trying to shove more images of that dying dream before your eyes. Sweaty fingers reach up to rub them a little too harsh, leaving you with a shadowed vision of a vortex of colours and a low sigh dips past your lips.

If you only knew that magical night would be your very first meeting with the devil personified, you would've locked yourself in the cozy escape of the underground library, or your room or maybe the kitchens...Hell, even the moldy, freezing dungeons your father caged criminals in would seem like a better option than being in that ballroom, at that time, with him...

Two sharp knocks on the door slice through your self-pity thoughts just as you're about to hop off of the comforting warmth of the bed, naked feet hitting hardwood floor.

"Come in!“ You shout, hands instinctively tugging on the white silk of your tiny sleeping dress to conceal the exposed expanse of your chest.

But the relieving sight of your maid has your limbs going slack as she walks in, a smile on her face that makes some type of jubilation sizzle under your skin.

"My Lady, you're finally awake!" The girl chirps with the lightness of her kind heart and then quickly trods towards your still seated form. "Will you be attending the morning assembly in the dinner hall or would you prefer breakfast in bed?"

At her mention of any kind of...well...social interaction with the arrogant existence of the royals, your body goes limp and fluffy pillows hug your backside as you fall back. The sole idea of seeing Jaehyun again exhausts you. It's barely been a day since you first arrived and his face is plastered everywhere. Even your damn dreams...

The maid presses her lips in an empathetic line before sparing you the most understanding of all glances. Oh, she knows better than anyone how you'd hate to see that man after having spent the entirety of last night listening to a nice, long monologue of unspeakable and profane adjectives to describe your soon-to-be husband.

Sometimes you wonder what level of patience one must hold to be able to withstand your -borderlone hysterical- hate speeches.

"I'll inform his wonderful grace of your absence, my Lady." With that sarcasm dipped remark, the girl pivots on her heels and strides towards the door, blush skirt flowing behind her. "And bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you."

♤

You finish the very rich meal within minutes -the cooks around this place are priceless, a blessing for your tastebuds- and after a little bit of sinking in a puddle of self loath and cursing your failure of a fate, you decide to distract your mind by simply getting lost in the magic of a book. Literature is a hidden paradise for you, poetry, a little heaven.

Back home, you'd always have a book resting by the wooden extend of your nightstand, every night fading between yellowed pages and inked words that took you on a trip to fantasia. Maybe reading something can help now too...right?

No.

Because you're running a dainty finger over the red and black book spines lining every shelf of the grand bookcase only to skim the leather binding of old catalogues and dictionaries. Your eyes frantically scan each and every title in search of the slightest trace of good, classic literature, those pieces that leave you gasping after the very last sentence, but to no avail. Annoyed at the obvious lack of quality writings, you pull one of the many useless books out, trying to check if the one behind it, on the inner lining, is any different.

An hour later there's a sea of stacked books expanding on the floor of your bedroom, over the oak bureau by the window and some even sprawled across your unmade bed, yet nothing seems close to your taste. You found a couple of fairytales, the ones mothers escort their kids with to the sweetness of sleep. Even dug out a little notebook full of scraped poetry, written in midnight ink and infinite pages of dreamy calligraphy. But it didn't really pick at your interest either, so it now lays untouched on your nightstand, keeping company to ruby necklaces and a porcelain vase filled with roses.

Your knees bend over the plush mattress as you take a good seat in the boredom that has already started to define this day. With nothing else to do but stay in your room and stare at the elegant carvings on the walls, your pinky is twitching; sign of the bottled up energy that's currently restricted due to your absolute refusal of meeting eyes with the royals.

If only you weren't this stubborn and lowered that ego, maybe today wouldn't completely go to waste...

Then, something tickles at the back of your head; an idea?

A library. They must have one here, right?

Maybe visiting the palace library will be a convenient option. You can still spent time alone, buried in the wrinkled edges of lettered paper, while also keeping that well needed distance from Jaehyun and his awful family.

But then again, you don't even know how to get there and the so unpleasant possibility of bumping into too familiar faces has your skin coated in a drizzle of coldness.

Even so, your feet subconsciously plant onto polished floor and lead you to the door, expensive golden silk with embroidered morning stars blossoming around your ankles. It takes you no time to step delicately into those pointed heels that clank an air of intimidation with every step, as you -for the umpteenth time- curse every forsaken force in this damned universe for binding you with such a fate.

Having to sneak out of your own royal chamber like a common fugitive simply to enjoy the smallest comfort of reading a book. Pathetic, to say the least.

♤

You find yourself striding down the seemingly endless stretch of a hallway, peach tinted light bouncing of off smooth stone that arches into a high ceiling. Large, curved openings formed the one side and thick marble columns separate them.

It took a lot of wandering around wide halls and visiting two of the many towers of this palace for you to reach this point, the faintest wave of spring heat kissing your neck and cheeks as a reward. Surprisingly enough, you were met with no person you knew, only kindy greeted by maids dressed in creamy beige, a humble smile on their faces. Once, you actually happened to spot -what you thought would be- one of the ladies of the court and her small escort following shortly behind, heavy gowns of cotton and purple satin flowing with her every delicate step. She bore an almost blank expression, lips pressed together in a manner that made you wonder if she disliked this place as much as you did.

Taking a peak outside the enormous windows, you realise you're walking the perimeter of a circular yard, the expanse of its area covered in emerald, neatly cut lawn. A whole lot of people are gathered, small kids playing around with leather balls, servants scurrying to get some random task done and a big group of men standing on the very middle, some carrying weapons of all sorts.

With feet inching closer to the stone edge, your stare rakes their sun bathed faces and thankfully you recognize none. They are all of noble ascent, from what you can tell at that distance, golden threaded crests decorating the corners of their uniforms.

While your eyes fight to grab onto the stitched details, they happen to -so tragically- fall straight onto another pair of breathtaking brown orbs and within a fracture of a heartbeat you're pulling back and hiding behind the column.

Fuck.

Momentarily, the edges of your vision blacken as you suck in hungry inhales, a nice bunch of profanities roaring in your head to mix with the thumping in your ears.

You just can't avoid him, can you?

Shaking your head to get rid of the slight panic possessing it, you slowly slide to the side again, solely to catch another glimpse of Jaehyun. He’s surrounded by a small crowd of men, holding a steady grip on a steel forged sword that's so well polished it seems almost like platinum.

What a sight.

His glove clad fingers tighten as he ducks to an attack stance, raising the light reflective metal in the air as if it's the lightest feather. You notice the absolute perfection in his technique, balanced from the very handle all the way to the sharp tip and can't help but admire how, the next second, it comes down to slice morning breeze and barely scratch Jaehyun's opponent. He's incredibly skilled, every move laced with such precision, and you notice the subtle flames his eyes emit when seizing each chance.

The other is quick to deflect any incoming hits, but still overwhelmed by their lighting speed and strength that eventually goes in for an attack himself. He bringing his own blade up and aims for the prince's chest, leaving you watching with complete devotion to the scene, as he takes a hasty step forward.

Something inside your chest clenches in such an unexplainable manner and time itself dramatically unfolds, each second slower than the previous.

But then, Jaehyun ends the match with a swift and simple dodge to the side, sword simultaneously flying to crash against the side of his opponent's armor with a loud, echoing bang.

He should’ve watched the ribs. Always watch the ribs, you think while gazing the loser gasp in slight pain.

The nobles all around the young prince cheer -much like you do on the inside without realising-, yelling out praises along with a well-deserved applause as he drops his heavy weapon, that sunshine blessed smile making another appearance. His cheekbones literally shimmer with the milky glow of victory, all of that aristocracy putting even the highest of angels to shame. He stands proud and tall, fingers carelessly ruffling auburn strands of auburn hair, their tips dripping sweat but still giving him the look of effortless beauty.

You're about to retreat back to the shadows and run away before your body gets completely enchanted by the spell of his irresistible attractiveness...but that ice in the pit of his gaze cuts straight through your unprotected soul once his head turns.

You're suddenly frozen in place, prematurely surrendered to the way his eyebrows furrow and your expectation is yet another cocky grin and probably another stupid comment meant to irritate you the moment you face him. If it weren't for the starstruck expression plastered on your face, mouth slightly agape, maybe it wouldn't have been this bad but no, that's not the case today.

It's pretty damn obvious you've been watching, pretty damn obvious you've been lurking like a creep and gawking over the impressive ability of fighting he has conquered.

And he's well aware of that fact because those pearly, white teeth get covered by a way too smug and way too annoying smirk, it's curvy edge cutting through your dignity harder than any knife ever could. You note the way his chest heaves from the lightness of a chuckle.

Oh the embarrassment, oh the pain of your intimidating facade being all wrecked down in a split second.

If only never seeing him again was an option...lf only you could stay away from his stupid beauty and bluntly cold demeanor...

"Greetings, my Lady." A honeyed voice suddenly disrupts your desperation, causing your reflexes to stick your back falt against the smooth stone in horror.

Yet when your gaze snaps to the source of those words, you find a curious and somewhat charming a pair of sunshine filled eyes trained on your form. A toothy grin, white and beaming with luxury, is spread across the young man's face, a perfect contrast to his autumn skin.

Taking in a short breath of relief, your royal instincts kick in and you bow respectively at the gentleman, while he moves forward, hands folded behind his back in a kind manner. "Good morning my Lord."

"I'm afraid I do not recognise your face, darling. Are you new around here, perhaps?" He asks and it seems as if heaven lost one of its angels; his whole being radiating a unique kind of divinity as he stands so confidently.

"Oh yes." Your knees bend once more as you quickly introduce yourself, trying to sound as formal as possible, getting over the previous scare. "My name is (Y/N) of the (Y/L/N) dynasty and I'm present here as the rightful betrothed of prince Jaehyun."

His eyelids momentarily shot open after hearing your title, almost in shock, and that smile flashes impossibly brighter before he bends in respect. You feel warm fingers snake behind your own and with an airy pull he places a fragile peck on the back of your palm, as soft as freshly picked petals, to make you shudder.

"I'm so delighted to finally meet your grace. I am prince Heachan, cousin of your beloved."

You internally cringe at that last comment...As if Jaehyun and his wholesome stupidity could ever be loved...

"Nice to meet you too, prince Heachan." Your reply comes with a slight tilt of your head, pleasantly surprised at how well behaved and gentle he looks and acts, despite being a member of that horrible family.

Heachan takes a short look around, as if searching for something, and then aims his friendly glare back at you, this time baring a questioning expression. "And you're here without your escort?"

Your shoulders quickly stiffen, realising you have to explain yourself for carelessly wandering around the palace without a single maid accompanying you, something highly unusual for someone of your importance.

He notices that and chuckles and your heart softens at the way the apples of his cheeks shine with such a dull pink.

"Well, I'm looking for the library and..." Your eyes trail a regretful path down the hem of your dress, feeling a little embarrassed at the words you're about to speak. "I think i got lost..."

The boy laughs again, this time a little louder and more genuinely, one hand propping on his waist, sinking into the bejeweled red velvet of his shirt while the other makes an airy gesture. "This definitely isn't the library, or anywhere close to it, dear."

He extends an inviting palm, eyes glimmering with traces of a blazing summer and the tint of pure gold as he continues. "But I can take you there, if you please."

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