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mudhornchronicles · 3 years

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buckles | marcus moreno

pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT - touching, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), sneaky and unprotected sex, PinV penetration

a/n: part two of suits. it’s my first time writing smut so pls pls pls enjoy.

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suits | buckles

“Alright Marcus, you can take a look and see if you like it. If there’s anything you don’t like, we can alter it.”

“Thanks, Tilly. It fits pretty well. Mind if I keep it on for a while? See how it moves?”

You smile hearing your fiancé suggest wanting to keep on the new suit. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you caught a glimpse of a glint of mischief that flashed in your fiancé’s eyes. You thank and big farewell to Tilly, the new design department’s intern, as she beams a smile in your direction and a shy wave. The girl was very sweet, but you didn’t miss the way she looked at Marcus. She harbored a crush for your Marcus, but you didn’t mind it - it was hard not to have a crush on Marcus. It was merely a schoolgirl crush.

You stand and glide over to Marcus and circle him as a vulture would circle his scavenged meal. You eyed him up and down as you let out a sigh. You drank the image in - Marcus in his new black tactical vest with silver buckles, black cargo pants and boots which you assumed were military combat boots.

“You lose something or you like what you see?” You don’t need to look at his face to know he’s smirking. You can hear it. You simply nod and reach over to touch his chest.

“I do like what I see.” You gently touch one of the buckles on his shoulders and run your hand down to the new buckle adorning his waist; covering his pants zipper. You slip your fingers under the buckle and pull him closer to you. “I like it a lot.” You briefly look up and are met with his lips leaning in. You smile and attach your lips onto his - deepening the kiss. You let out a gasp mixed with a short goggle as Marcus pulls away while biting your lower lip in the process.

“We have about,” he says checking his watch, “15 minutes before Tilly comes back. Are you going to do something about all these buckles or are you going to stand there and watch me pull on them wishing it was you?”

“Pulling on the buckles or pulling on your cock?”

“Both.”

You smirk and slowly fall to your knees with your hands never leaving Marcus’ figure as you go down. You’re face to face with your lover’s intimate area and you can’t help but look up at him as you lick a long stride up his clothed pelvis.

You watch as Marcus throws his head back as you take gentle bites at his prominent bulge print protruding from his cargo pants. “Babygirl, please don’t tease me right now.”

“I’m not, amor mio. You just have to be patient.” With that said, you slowly pull his zipper down and bring his pants down until it pooled around his ankles. You kiss the tip of his cock and watch as a bud of pre-cum seeps through his blue briefs. You let out a quiet moan at seeing him this hard for you. You and Marcus didn’t get to have much time to yourselves as the two of you worked full time and Missy was usually, if not always, around at least one of you.

“15 minutes doesn’t call for patience, mi vida. It calls for hurry the fuck and suck on my cock.”

“Ooooh, aren’t you bossy.” You smirk up at him and give him a mock salute. “Yes, sir. Anything Mr. Moreno wants.” His briefs join his pants with you taking his thick cock in your right hand. You give him a pump, bringing out a deep groan run up his throat and slip out of his mouth. You give the tip of his throbbing cock a kitten lick before flattening your tongue out and taking him inside your mouth.

His hands make their way to the crown of your head and reach for your hair, grabbing it all and styling a messy ponytail and holding it in one hand as the other cups your warming cheek. You direct your eyes up at your fiancé and allow his cock to go deeper down your throat as he opens his pleasure-filled eyes and smirks at you.

“Aren’t you a vision with my cock in your mouth… I know you can go deeper than that, querida. I know you like choking on my cock, don’t you?” You nod and right when you are about to take him the deepest your throat would allow, he pulls himself out of your mouth and pulls you up by the forearms. He puts your arms behind your back and holds them there as he pushes your front against the cold wooden wall in the room pressing himself behind you. You push your ass back and into him and the two of you share a groan.

“Tell me what you want, amor. Tell me and it’s yours,” he says with arousal and frustration mixing in his rich voice so much more attractive than it already is. His soft lips and hot tongue attack your neck, dangerously close to that spot that makes you weak.

“M-Marcus, I want you. F-Fuck I want you so bad.” He tuts and savagely sucks on that spot on your neck.

“You have me. Is that ring not enough? What else do you want from me?”

Your head falls back as Marcus’ hand snakes down and hikes you dress skirt up and over your hips. You stifle out a moan while he brings his hand up, licks his index and middle fingers and you watch as they disappear under your panties. Marcus slips your panties to the side and plays with your lips. He lets his middle finger slip in between and you cry out his name as he presses against your clit. He covers your mouth with his other hand and you hold yourself up with your hands pressed against the wall in front of you. He continues to play with your clit while his cock lays against your ass, only giving you an added sense of pleasure. You reach a hand around and grab his cock and give it a few pumps.

“I- fuck, I want your cock. Fuck, I want your cock inside me.”

Marcus lets out a deep chuckle into your ear and chills run up your spine. He lets your panties fall, spreads your legs out and bends your upper half a little forward. You feel as he leans down and kisses the back of your thighs, leaving a trail of peppered kisses up to your lower back.

Marcus has always loved your lower back, not because it was close to your ass, but because your lower back was a sensitive place for you and his beard only made it better. Marcus left wet kisses and licked the stride following your spine.

As Marcus slowly pushes his way into you, you let out a sensual whine, making him slide out and right back in again. Marcus’ thrusts start out slow, wanting to hear the unholy sound of his cock being coated in your arousal. With you whining and grabbing onto his forearm around your waist for dear life, Marcus just can’t help picking up the pace.

He flicks his wrist up to check the time and his grip on you tightens. “We got 10 minutes, baby. You think you can cum in 10?”

You look back at him and nod. “Marcus, if you would fuck me harder it, fuck, it would take 5.”

He smirks and pushes deeper until he’s completely in, the next thrust being fast and tighter to you. Marcus loved seeing you come apart because of him. Whether it was with his fingers, mouth, or cock, he loved being the reason you went into euphoria.

He played with your clit more and more as his thrusts got sloppier. Something about racing against the clock and the possibility of being caught by the intern turned him on. Your walls began to clench around him, telling him you were close. He smirked and gave your ass a hard slap. You moaned and looked back at him, lust filling your eyes.

“You close, baby?” He asks. You nod and give him a quiet whine as he kneaded your reddening ass. “Good. Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock?” He tries to use his words to bring you closer to your climax, but it seems to be working on him as well - noticing his breath hitching and thrusts becoming more desperate.

He tries to take control of his arousal, but as you finally reach your breaking point, he can’t help but you cum with you. You latch a hand to his forearm still around your waist and reach back to grab his other arm. His mouth spills your name in a breathy mix of moans and curses as he fills you with ropes of his cum.

You take a moment to catch your breath and turn around. You see him catching his own breath and wrapping his arms around you. He places a kiss on your forehead, you smiling at your lover. You watch as Marcus pulls up his pants and clicks his belt buckle closed. You go to grab your panties and are shocked, but not entirely, when Marcus grabs them and stuffs them in his pocket.

“You’ll get these back at home, but i’m not done with you yet.” He gives you a deep kiss on your lips and leads you to the table littered with sample fabrics, scissors, and drawn up designs. He pushes the items to the opposite side of the table and helps up onto the surface. Marcus spreads your legs once more, sinks to his knees, and looks up through his dark eyelashes.

“I always clean up my messes, baby. You should know that by now,” and with that he goes to work. Your eyes roll back and your hands run through his hair, gripping it from the roots and giving it a tug. You feel pure ecstasy as you feel his hot tongue against your throbbing core. You speak a sinful moan as you hear him slurp the cocktail of both your pleasure-caused fluids. He uses his tongue to jackhammer into your sensitive core and you know you won’t be able to last long.

“M-Marcus. Baby… fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” You chant, legs beginning to shake and heart beginning to race. “Please don’t… fuckfuckfuck… don’t stop.” This only makes Marcus suck harder and lick faster. You wrap your legs around his neck and you tug his hair as you reach your climax.

Marcus gives one final suck as he gets back up. You grab him by the buckles on his chest and bring him closer. You pull his head down and give him a hazy kiss, being fucked out of your mind. As you pull back, you giggle when you see his beard have some of your shared juices. You reach up and wipe his beard. He grabs your hand and licks your wet palm, making you want him again.

He pulls your skirt down and smooths it out, making sure there’s no evidence of your activities. You give him a once over to make sure his new suit has no stains and no rips. You straighten yourselves out and as he turns in a circle to make sure everything is situated, you also really get to look at the new suit and decide you like it.

“Ya know… I’m actually quite fond of the new suit,” you say. “The buckles make you look more badass and the pants make your ass look great.”

“That’s what you said about the last suit. Are you sure it’s not just the buckles?” He smirks.

You shake your head and smile. “Nope. The buckles are a great addition, but it just looks better. It doesn’t look… cheap?”

His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. “Cheap?! The last suit made me look like I had abs, thank you very much.”

“Yes, but this suit makes you look more menacing. Well… only if you don’t smile. Your smile makes you adorable.”

He hugs you and hides his face in your neck. “I’m not adorable. I’m a katana-wielding superhero turned director who saves the world.”

You laugh at his demeanor and nod. “Yes, my love. But you’re also a loving father and soon-to-be husband who would do anything for his family. Which makes you even better than a superhero.”

“Like fucking my fiancée at a suit fitting?”

“Fucking your fiancée until she doesn’t know where she is anymore at a suit fitting,” you correct. You both share a laugh and freeze as you hear a knock and the door open and see Tilly walk in with a binder and a smile.

“I’m back! How do you like the suit? I see you both look tired! Did you get to test out its durability?” Tilly asks.

“Yes,” you both say.

“I like it alot. No rips and breathes great when in the hardest situations.” Marcus says. You look over at him as he looks back with a wide grin on his face.

“That’s fantastic news! If you’re happy with it, you can sign this,” she says as she hands Marcus a couple of pages from her binder. “This just states that you liked the suit and accept it as the new replacement. We can get it washed up and stored to be pulled out when necessary.”

He skims through the pages he’s seen multiple times and signs it. He hands it back to Tilly with a smile.

“I’m very happy with it, Tilly.” He looks over at you who is looking over the papers he signed. “I believe we both are, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You look at Marcus as he winks at you and you look back at Tilly. “Very happy. Great work, Tilly.”

Very happy, indeed.

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years

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|PRETTY PLEASE| M|

SMUT/ LIGHT ANGST

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader ( A lil Joonie at the end)

Song reference: Dua Lipa-Pretty Please

About- Tae fucks you on top of your receptionist desk before you fire her…

Or- Tae’s feeling a little needy...and somewhat low key, self continuous about you possibly hiring a new production assistant..AKA...Jungkook. It seems as though Mr. Kim takes pride in being the youngest within the office! It seems as though your baby boy just needs a little..reassurance....

Warnings: Soft dom OC, Service top Tae, Baby/baby boy/praise kink/ over-stimulation/ cum play/cum as lube(using someone elses cum as lube to be exact) Fingering, Semi public sex, unprotected sex/ dirty talk, biting/marking kink/minimal prep, oral(F receiving), Finger sucking, (Joon is mentioned a couple times during sex but not physically present) he dose however come in after it’s over and shares a kiss with Tae at the end BTW (I feel like I’m missing some...but theirs nothing like off the wall in this one)

Note- This one shot is a part of my OT7 Poly AU called 7 deep! Part 1 will be linked below! Short version of the overall plot: Your Married to Namjoon, however you’re both in a open relationship and run a very successful Adult Entertainment company called “Onyx” with your 5 college lovers AKA BTS Minus Kookie! There is a lil backstory sprinkled in because without it the dynamic would not really make sense....

Tae is her executive assistant upon other things BTW...

Theres a HUGE praise kink and a lot of dirty talk here...he’s her baby..point blank...

Joonie’s lost and jsut wants everybody happy

WC: 7K

Onyx Entertainment 7:09 AM

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“Y/n’’ Taehyung comes over slowly, voice still full of sleep. sitting even lower, and huskier than usual..almost a whisper actually. Positioning himself right behind you, hips flush against the swell of your ass, snaking his arms, around your waist. Hands trailing slowly up your stomach, allowing his fingers to roam your body freely until one of his hands is flush around the front of your neck. Applying just enough pressure to trigger a slight chill to course up your spine, as the stark contrast from the array of metals he has dancing along his delicate fingers brushes against your skin. However, your so used to the position, especially where Taehyung is concerned it doesn’t stifle you the way it used to, somehow your still able to function….

Arching your back even deeper….however contrary to what he may want…that’s not really why your arching at the moment…..

“God,was it necessary for you to wear this dress today??!” Tae whispers, sounding almost pained at the revelation! Face nuzzled into the side of your ear, nipping at the gold hoop dangling from your lobe. “Y/nnnn” He’s needy…and whiny…very..not that your surprised though…

A low almost disinterested hum rings in the back of your throat as your fingers patter against the phone. ‘Yes baby?.”

”Stop, ignoring me” Pouts off his lips as he nips your ear even harder, a slight growl that sounds far too cute to be even remotely threatening leaving his throat!

A disgruntled...nah, an infuriated groan huffs off your chest upon seeing there’s 40,yes 40 voicemail’s.. stored on said phone. Well aware your busy, but not busy enough to have gotten 40 messages all in one night. A string of curses hush off your lips upon hearing the date and reasons behind the numerous calls that were clearly never returned.So ya know, there goes a good… shit, 10k down the drain in payroll over the past 4 in a half months she's worked here!

“Tae, add “Officially, fire Jordan’’ to my list of things to do today..please and fucking thank you…”

Slamming the headset against the desk phone hard enough to have to actually bounce off the receiver. Taehyung knows you like the back of his hand though, not even blinking as he damn near acts as if he’s spider man grabbing the phone before it completely falls off the desk. Within seconds he instantly brings his hands back to their initial position, caressing your frame against his own. Suddenly your curiosity gets the best of you so you welcome yourself to her desktop. Logging in to Outlook to check her work email. And what do you know, 120 unopened emails…. god why…WHY!?

“You have got to be fucking kidding..” Sighs off your lips in disbelief “What the actual fuck has she been doing this entire time!?” The question was rhetorical: you really didn’t wanna know, it took every ounce of self control not to search her browser….You’d probably pop a vessel if you logged on and found her history full of online shopping, Facebook, and UberEats! Body slouching into his almost as if all of the energy got sucked out of your body upon seeing the shitshow that is Jordan’s email!

“So wait, am I adding that to your schedule before or after your 7:30 AM appointment to fuck Taehyung Kim?” Brow quirked in genuine curiosity, as if he just asked you the day's weather forecast or something!.

Honestly? It took you a minute to even catch on because he said that shit with his entire chest, like, he meant that! Not even an ounce of amusement laced within his delivery….

A loud cackle ripped from your throat once you actually process what this man just said. Reclining your head against his shoulder, placing a lingering kiss along his cheek which he leaned into instantly. The grip he holds around both your waist and neck tightening once you start to rock your hips against him. Biting your lips,lashes fluttering in his direction, yanking the chain around his neck ever so slightly.

“Hmm….must have missed that when I skimmed my itinerary this morning…huh?” A sly smirk playing along your lips as you lock eyes with his.

“Mmm, minor but very important schedule alteration…weren’t you the one who taught me that you always have to be ready to adapt to any and every situation?”

A low hum rings in the back of your throat as you gently massage his freshly dyed scalp “I do recall saying something along those lines...” Ghosting your lips over the hinge of his jaw...blowing lightly.

Those electric blue locks you'd grown to love were now replaced by a color you haven't seen in lord knows when. Black, as simple as it may seem it just compliments his caramelized complexion and dark brows perfectly. His hair is getting long all over now, and the older he gets the more comfortable he seems to be with letting his entire face be seen, hair parted messily down the middle in soft waves. It’s still kinda surreal watching him turn more, and more into a man as the years go on! Still remembering when he was walking around campus with his hella brassy box dyed blonde hair and Pacsun jeans....

Turning his head so his lips hovered over yours close enough that you could almost taste the Caramel ice capp on his tongue. Nosing along your face like a spoiled puppy silently begging for affection, chin tilted upwards just enough to let you know what he needed!

“We don’t have time baby boy you know this..” Leaning down to kiss the pout off is lips before it even appeared “You know were slammed and Yoongi has production getting in at-”

Taehyung leans in to capture your lips in another kiss, clearly less than intrigued by anything you had to say at the moment. This time a little deeper, moaning against your tongue as he breaches the seam of your lips. It’s hard and messy, Tae’s teeth accidentally clack against your own, your trying to speak but it keeps getting muffled against his lips! He’s shameless with his need, the way he’s licking his way around your mouth while he slowly grinds his hips into your ass tells you that. Nothing subtle about how hard his dick is straining against the leather of his pants…

He doesn't waste any time either,clawing his way up your thighs, hiking your dress up, around your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your pussy between his palm. Taehyung lets out a loud wanton moan, one that bounces off the brick walls around you once he feels how warm and wet you are. The blatant wet patch in the center of your panties, that his fingers are damn near stuck too! You move your hand up to the side of his neck, taking a somewhat aggressive hold to try and get him to calm down enough for you to speak. Nails digging tiny crests into his skin, yet you don't stop because you know he fuckin loves it.

“No fuckin patience” Tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, far to fond of the man in front of you to have any bite laced within your delivery.

“You talkin about me or you?” A playful smirk plays along his tongue as you lean up to trail yours over his lips to ease the sting before sucking it into your mouth.

“What’s got you so distracted today hmm??” Head cocked to the side, feigned innocence’s playing along your tongue as you gaze back at him, taking in how blatantly fucked out he already looks.

A low whine rips from his lips as he forces himself to break apart just enough to actually speak properly! “Are you forgetting we came here together?” Brow arched knowingly, Taehyung drops his head, to lick, nip, suck, and kiss your neck, ripping a soft moan from your throat, reclining your neck to give him more room to work. Breath hot and heady against your skin as he noses up the side of your neck. “And we have plenty of time,I already know you don’t need much right now….” Clasping his fingers around your heat even tiger “Baby, please”

Point being, Tae utilized his free access to the apartment that Namjoon and you share this morning after deciding he had no interest in driving himself to work. Which also means, he heard the two of you fucking in the shower, Joon and Hoseok had been in NY for a convention for the past week so lets just say it was long overdue. And actually…. correction, he wasn’t just chilling in your apartment, he was laying on your bed getting off to the two of you fucking in the shower. Still, this boy is insatiable and that wasn’t enough for him to be even remotely satisfied...

“Mmm…” You rock backwards, grinding against his length even harder, tilting your head back, taking the brunette’s ear between your teeth. Pulling hard enough to make him whine, body shuddering against your own, lips flush to his ear “Oh, so it’s my fault you invited yourself in and listened to us fuck in the shower?” Painting your lips down the side of his neck until you suck a mark into the juncture of his collarbone. Low enough that his shirt can cover it during business hours, though you know if he had it his way your marks would be plastered over the front column of his neck!

“My fault you’re already nice and hard and all you wanna do is fuck me until I come allll over your cock too?” His body goes completely pliant under your tongue, just like a cat being pulled by the nape of its neck. A faint whimper falls from his lips as he reaches up, hands getting tangled into your hair pressing down to keep you in place. “My fault your too horny to focus today?”

“Fuck today!” He scoffs around a moan “You’re always distracting, I always want you, god, since fuckin Econ, second period, you know this.” Damn, he’s taking this back to his freshman year of college!? “You already know what you do to me!” Mumbling against your jaw, kissing across it as best as he can at the current angle.

A pleased hymn rings in the back of your throat at the memory “My spoiled baby…” Breath fanning out warm against his skin “Always loved being marked up by me huh?” Taehyung is a resident switch, especially during his college days, yet for some reason where Yoongi and yourself are concerned this man becomes submissive as fuck. He’s always a pleaser, but it comes something serious where your concerned, his need to make you feel good almost overtaking his own need to climax!

Tilting your head to meet his hooded gaze head on “What’s got you all hard baby? Thinking about how easily you could just slide in?” Nothing accidentally about the low moan that slides off your tongue after every word. As you place your hand ontop of his. Gently rocking it back and forth against your clit “ How warm and wet I am? How messy it’ll be, feeling Joonies come dripping out of me as you fuck me?”

“Y/n! Just- fuck…”

‘Is that what you want Tae? You wanna fill me up and fuck me open with your big, thick ,cock?” Your staring him dead in the eye as these words purr off your tongue “Joonie came hard too, there's still so much leaking out right now, my panties have been saoked since I left the house..” Taehyung’s jaw tense as you slip a hand behind you, gripping his dick in your palm through his pants. He was always one to go commando so the rough texture flush against his length was really fucking him up right now. Eyes fluttering shut, “You know I’d still be nice and tight for you too..I’m always tight and warm around you aren't I baby??”

Taehyung didn't even have to open his eyes to know you had a smirk on your face, he could feel the smirk within your voice and he whined..loud. Dragging his bottom lip between his teeth before releasing another moan once you free him from your palm and start grinding your hips back against him.

You push back and he whines even louder this time, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “God, please, baby let me fuck-let your baby boy fuck you. Let me make you feel good…” You can feel his cock twitch behind you, and there's no denying it, you want it just as bad as he does.

You can tell he’s getting himself worked into a frenzy so you kiss him quite. Massaging your tongue against his cooing lightly at how quickly he just melts into you!

“Mmm, if I let you fuck me are you gonna be a god boy for me? Make me come all over your cock?” You know, you already know but you like riling him up….

“Fuck yes, I’ll fuck you so damn good…” Sinking his teeth into your pulse point, not even attempting to let up until he rips the neediest whine imaginable from your lips, knees damn near bucking in the process. Taking the skin between his teeth and sucking...hard..Tae wants to leave a mark..he appears to be feeling oddly possessive today…

“God, I can fuckin smell you now...fuck…” Taehyung’s grip on your hip tigtnes “Let me….fuck baby let me…”

“Jesus-Fu- Do you even know how good you sound when you beg?” A shaky breath signs off your lips and you can feel Tae Smiling against your skin..well aware he’s about to get what he wants.

“Yeah, I know, I know, I sound good,” Tae smirks around a moan . “I know I do, I know how much you fuckin love it too… Love seeing me all hard, and needy for you…..only you. Your the only one that gets me like this”

A fond smile plays along your lips as you stroke his nape..”My baby boy yeah?”

Taehyung just whines in response bucking his hips even harder, honestly you could tease him all day but there really isn't the time. “Yours, always yours” there’s a slight pout playing on his lips. Almost as if he’s trying to convince himself of that as well which is something you take a mental note of to bring up later!

“Yeah,” You moan, low and breath. “Yeah, come on...fuck me.”

“About damn time….” You can feel his lips curl into a smile that you can only imagine sparked something wicked! Because your baby boy is a spoiled brat at heart!

With one clean sweep he knocked every damn file off Jordan’s desk and flipped you onto your back. Hips shifting slightly so your legs are dangling off the edge, as he steps between them. Kneading your inner thighs beneath skilled nimble fingers as he loosely wraps them around his waist.

Once your situated you peer up at him, a playful smirk playing on your lips as your nails claw up his sides…. “You wanna make me feel good Tae?”

“I wanna fuckin ruin you, I always do...every time I look at you I just wanna give you every damn thing! However you want it….” Tae Moans….sliding your panties to the side a slight hiss ringing in the back of his throat as he claws up your thighs. Your still dripping, lips swollen, clit still sensitive to the touch.

You visibly shudder, gut twisting at the admission...as you take in his lust-filled hooded gaze.“Such a pretty pussy baby…” Long, delicate fingers trail up and down your clit gently. Leaning down to blow a trail up your lips just to make you squirm.

“Fuckkk” Back arching off the desk, not one to try and hide how affected you are. You know he gets off on praise. “You can, you already know you can do whatever you want to me….” You moan even louder as he works your clit a little quicker, adding more pressure.

“God, I still can’t get over the way you sound” Leaning down to kiss you, deep languid strokes of his tongue while he traces his fingers around your entrance….he knows damn well you don't need it but he can’t help himself. “I wanna put my fingers inside..feel how tight and wet you'll be around my cock…” Tae slurs around a moan as his tongue hits the roof of your mouth. Instead of responding you reach down, taking his wrist and guiding him straight in, until your both gasping against one another.

Inserting his middle and ring finger, making you pull back just enough to catch your breath, inhaling a sharp breath through your nose. He can feel Namjoon’s come just leaking out once his fingers slush through as he buries himself knuckle deep. “Fuck, Yn” Growls off his tongue, gaze instantly darkening

Nose scrunching into his face the deeper he works his digits into, your warm, tight and messy, so fucking messy! Curling his fingers upwards as if he’s trying to scoop his come forwards so he can push it all back in, “Such a messy pussy”

“Feel good baby?”You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and a deep groan rips from the back of your throat.

“You know I can handle more than that baby, come on….” Taehyung moans at the instructions pulling back to brace his forehead against yours gazing down at you through hooded lids. His arm starts to move a little harder, making you spread your legs on instinct, wrist shifting ever so slightly until your moaning louder, deeper..hips rocking up to meet his palm. Making sure it smacks against your clit head on every time he makes contact.

“Yeah, fuck. Like that, just like that” Snaking your hands under his shirt to claw up his back, cooing at how hard he shutters at the contact “Angle u-fuck” A light giggle leaving your lips a stated smile on your face as he finds the spot before you even get it out. Twisting and angling his arm, fucking his fingers into you until he finds that ridget patch nuzzled between your heat, thighs tensing around his waist once he does and he just beams down at you…

He starts working his fingers faster, adding a third, spreading them ever so slightly as he pulls out so he can slide in with little to no resistance. Regardless of Joon fucking you this morning, you still always manage to snap right back in place. No matter how many times they’ve fucked you over the years, you always fit around Taehyung’s cock like a glove...always.

Tae is the youngest and he was also the least experienced when you all met, and by that I mean he was one of those college kids that didn't know any better, Simply because none of his prior partners ever took the time to..properly make their needs known...that is until he met you one Thursday night…

So you often found this strong sense of pride at the way he fucks you now...no instruction truly needed. He could get you off with his eyes closed at this point. You just no he gets off on it...gets off on being your good boy, and he always is.

Your loud now, and Tae’s leaking so much precome into his pants it’s unreal. Rocking your hips even harder up and down, you can physically hear how wet you are, without a doubt leaking onto the desk! You already close, closer than you wanna be before is cocks splitting you in half.

“Fuck stop!”

The smirk that tugs along those lips was something lethal, gaze dark, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat as he raked over your form. How ragged your breath is...how hard your thighs are tensing around him…..

“Why?’ Head cocked to the side as he sticks his tongue out wetting those pouty lips of his. “Can’t handle coming 3 times today?” The arch in his brow is taunting and you can’t even lie, there's something really sexy about how confident he’s gotten over the years “ Don’t wanna come until I’m balls deep inside you” The question coming off more as a statement, gaze daring you to tell him anything different.

Your breath hitched, every vein in your body felt like it was on fire as he pulled you into a kiss. ,deep, rough and messy while you clench down around his fingers. Ripping every once of bravado he had to shreds...within seconds, once you trapped him between your heat, cock twitching on command.

“Now. Fuck me” You breath out, eyes locked with his as you slide his fingers free, lacing your tongue around the. Slow deliberate strokes, humming around the taste of both your and Namjoon’s arousal coating your tongue and Taehyung looks fucking wrecked! You allow him to slide in knuckle deep until he hits the back of your throat, and he can’t help but moan at how easily you take him.

“Come onnn Tae, fuck meee” A low whine hanging off your tongue as you guide his fingers back down your body hovering over your clit again…. “I need your cock baby”

“Fuck, yeah okay...I’ll fill you up baby” Stepping back just enough to unzip his pants and much to know ones surprise he’s rock hard, standing straight up, the tip painfully pink it almost looks as though you can physically see him throbbing. An obscene amount of Precum’s leaking down his shaft as he grazes his thumb over his slit. Hissing at the contact, Tae’s so hard it literally hurts at this point , balls tight against the base of his shaft.

Mouthwatering shamelessly at the sight as he grips his cock and smacks it along your clit a couple of times. Just to hear your juices slick all over the place, literally sounding as if he just splashed his palm in water!

He leans down and kisses your neck until you grab him by the hair to turn his cheek, to kiss him, deep and hard, making him taste Namjoon’s come on your tongue. You grind your hips forward letting his cock graze your clit until he's groaning low and desperate against your tongue. Hiking your legs up around his waist, digging his nails into the swell of your ass. Pressing your heels into the small of his back to pull his hips even closer!

“You sound so fucking good like this, so fuckin ready to fuck me huh baby?” Tae practically growls when he answers you, he technically responds “yes” first in Korean which is...rare, typically only happens when he’s overwhelmed and clearly…

“Yeah, yes, fuck I want it, need you baby please .” Grounding his hips even harder until he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, fuck this boy is going to be the death of you. The pout on his lips is a stark contrast to how thick, and hard his cock is as it rubs against your clit…

Letting your fingers roam through his hair, landing on the back of his neck “Fuck me…”

He doesn't even bother lubing up his cock he doesn't need it , he just shifts his hips slightly to angle you upwards and slowly sinks his cock inside, breathing out deeply through flared nostrils as he does…

“Fuckkkk” Leaves both of your lips in unison once he breaches your entrance. Heat instantly pooling in the pit of your stomach as he starts to stretch you open. His eyes stay on yours the entire time, though hooded and unfocused they never waiver! Panting out hot and heavy against each others tongues, as you try to adjust to the stretch...

You can both not only hear but feel Namjoons come overflowing the deeper he gets! You can feel his arms starting to shake from how overwhelmed he is from all the pressure building around him.

Leaning up to whisper a combination of praise and absolute filth in your baby’s ear until your ripping the neediest moans and groans from his throat.

Dropping his head to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck, along his jaw, nipping at the diamond hoop in your ear.

There’s no edging his way in either,Taehyung is sliding all the way home. Not stopping until your filled to the brim. Continually whispering praise after praise into his ear which already has him throbbing on impact. Squeezing your ass even tighter, nosing up your cheek until you bring your lips flush to his, sliding in tongue first, need overtaking finesse at this point but neither of you cared!

He starts to move and you dig your nails into his ass, hard enough to make him groan even through the leather!

“Don’t, move yet….be a good boy for me, and stay still... “ He grunts and damn near has a temper tantrum but he obliged….”Stay still pretty, you can do that for me can’t you?”

Right as he's about to speak he finds himself choking around a moan as you purposely clench around him .

“Fuck, baby your pussy feels..Goddamn Yn” He almost sounds awed as if to say after all these years it’s kinda crazy that you still have this kinda affect on him! He lets out a low hum when you do it again, Taehyung is hot to the touch at this point “Fuck, tell me” his tone takes on an almost demanding tenor which only makes your toes curl against the sole of your Louboutins!

“Tell you what Tae?” Tone somewhat teasing until you take in the look of almost desperation within those big brown eyes of his, “That you're my baby? My good boy? The best boy?” Eyes fluttering shut briefly, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat “That your cook feels so fuckin good even when your not doing anything? Or how good you're being for me no matter how bad I know you wanna move.”

Fingers gently caressing the back of his neck “What do you wanna know baby?” In contrast to Tae’s your voice drops down to a whisper,nothing but fondness and affection dripping off your tongue. You can sense something’s wrong more than just him being horny. Yeah he had a praise kink but this feels different as if he NEEDS the validation outside of just sex. “Or…” reaching you to take a delicate, somewhat intimate hold on his jaw, temporarily shifting the mood. “Tell you how much I love you? Because I really fuckin do Tae…” His breath hitches in his throat, you feel his cock twitch and his heart hammer against his chest at the admission “Soo much baby…”

“I love you” The words ramble off his tongue repeatedly almost as if he can’t stop...

Leaning down to nip at your bottom lip “Keeping my cock, nice and warm…..squeezing me soo good baby…” Leaning down to suck on the hinge of your jaw. “I just-I wanna make you come so bad, wanna fill you up with even more come until your just dripping with it. “ Tae’s voice dropped to an octave you haven't heard in lord known when, instantly reminding you that you created a fucking monster…..you know what he’s doing though. Since you won;t let him move he’s trying to get you worked up enough that you don’t have a choice.

This time when you clenched around him it was involuntary and so was the needy ass moan that ripped from your throat

His skin is flushed...eyes begging you to let him fuck you “You get me soo hard, I don't even understand how you could even expect, me to wanna go out and find someone else after I’ve been wrapped around you for so many years. Yn fuck-” Eyes rolling to the back of his head mid-sentence, the tighter you suck him in, he’s overwhelmed and just rambling at this point but you know what he’s referring too...

Meaning, even though you essentially operate as a closed triad as long as there’s open and honest lines commutation. The boys aren’t technically tied to Namjoon and yourself...yet outside of maybe a little drunken grind and make out session in the clubs...or something….at least over the past 2 years none of you have strayed...None of you have ever wanted too..more than content with what you have...

You reach up, placing your fingers in front of his mouth ‘Spit' ' He does with zero hesitation, as you bring your hand down to work your clit…The second you make contact you start pulsing around him even harder...and now Tae’s squirming on top of you. It’s becoming way too much he’s going to fuck around and come before he even gets to move

“Baby please, I can’t- I need-”

“Fuck me then!” Voice gently yet commanding

“Oh thank fuckk” Taehyung almost shouts as he thrust into you, hard and fast, almost knocking your head into the raised back of the desk! Snapping his hips forward with purpose, clearly well aware that the two of you don’t have much time.

He leans down to kiss every exposed piece of skin he can reach, your neck, shoulder, collarbone, before making his way up to your lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. “Fuck, I can still taste you, both of you!” He kisses you through each thrust, hard, and opened mouth, panting out against your tongue, as you rake your nails down his back. Pulling out almost completely only to thrust in hard enough to have your thighs weakening. Practically dropping from his waist until he reaches under resecurring them in place.

“Yes, fuckk yess..” Each roll of his hips is sharp, precise, hitting every spot you need to have your eyes having a continuous meeting with the back of your head!

“Taeaahyung fu-” Pulling apart, drifting your eyes to where his cock is flushed, and sliding all the way out only to slam back in…Blurring the lines of where you start and he ends..."Look at how good your fucking me….always such a good boy for me yeah?”

Your winded...and your thighs are shaking, eyes heavy as all hell, but the moan that slips past his lips at the praise is more than worth it. You swear you feel his cock get even harder actually. You rock back, tensing your muscles around him, ripping a low groan of your name off his tongue before he actually responds.

“Yeah I’m good...so fuckin good for you baby!” You can feel his breath get lodged in his throat as he speaks, shifting your hips so they are raised a little higher. The moan that rips from your throat as you arch off the desk has him fucking into you even harder. Addicted to all the sinful sounds he knows he’s the only one responsible for right now... “You take me so well, sound so fucking pretty for me…” Dragging his bottom lip along his teeth!

“Fuck me harder, I know you wanna...you know I can take it! Use me baby, fuck meeeee”

He groans, leaning down to pull you into a messy kiss as he pulls out and snaps forward making you almost scream, head pulling back in a stifled gasp as he picks up his pace, grounding his hips and steadying his rhythm. Brining your hand back down to work your clit, knowing your close, but you still need a little more.

“Fuck you look soo good getting yourself off like that….”

You let your eyes flutter open, a menacing smirk playing on your lips as you remove your hand from your clit. Sucking your fingers into your mouth as you fuck into him even harder. Lathering them with an unnecessary amount of spit, as if you weren't already dripping all over the place.

“You like watching me get myself off for you?” Bring one hand up to massage your nipples through the thin fabric of the dress while the other comes down to graze your clit. Locking your eyes with his as rub yourself, harder, faster, clearly with a purpose this time around. Eyes growing heavy as you moan out, rocking upwards to meet his thrust but never once breaking eye contact.

Tae, moans even louder at that, especially once you start fucking into him with the same amount of forces he's giving you “Yeah, baby fuck me...fuck me” Biting his lip, grunting and groaning through clenched teeth once he feels you start to tighten around his cock which has been throbbing this entire time!

Tae, braces your legs on either side of his shoulder, angling your hips even higher as they roll into you, deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping, Tae, grunting, and you moaning bouncing off every surface. Turning his head to the side to kiss at your ankles...teeth gently grazing along the strap of your heels, as he rolls his hips even deeper, head luling onto his shoulders.

You whine low and breathy as you click the backs of your heels together behind his head. Pressing the back of your thighs flush to his chest to bring him even closer. Those big, extremely sexy hands of his grip your waist, even tighter gripped your waist trying to pull you even closer. Ass flush with his hips at every stroke, the intoxicating feeling of the deep drag and stretch of his cock deep inside you had Tae’s toes curling against his Saint Laurent boots.

“God why do you look this fuckin hot!?” He actually sounds upset to be honest, and you can't help but laugh no matter how hard it is to breathe right now. Your thighs are practically vibrating on either side of his head.

“Fucking me open with your cock…like it was made for me...made to make me come-” Stopping mid-sentence not by choice just because fuck you couldn't breathe he was deep at this angle “Fuck and your gonna make me come too, keep fucking me Tae- just….fuck!”

“I was baby,fucking you just how you taught me…” He whimpers and moans even louder eyes fighting to stay open and maintain eye contact. Something about the way he said that “The way you taught me...” Was exactly what you needed to let go!

“Taeeee” you whine “I’m going to fuckin come harder.. Fuck please!!” Throwing your head back against the desk, knocking against what feels like a stapler but you can’t be bothered to care by how good he feels right now. Your gasping, breathless, and more importantly now your the one that sounds needy and there's nothing sexier than that to Taehyung.

Leaning up to grip him by the back of his neck and he leans into it. Basically folding you in half, he can feel how hard your starting to squeeze him, and he damn near chokes on his own words. “Yeah, yeah, just like that , come for me, come for your baby...”

He gasping and whimpering right over you, jaw slack but not fully able to really kiss you back right now, so you decided to toy his bottom lip around your tongue. “Harder,harder” You instruct low and breathy tight into his mouth. “Fuckkk”

You clench your muscles around him as hard as you can, moaning loud and unfiltered until your coming, hard. Your spazzing and coming all over his cock and it’s actually almost pailful at this point.

“Yes, fuck baby ..your so good, soo perfect... ” You can feel that he needed this ,not just physically, just everything, about him in this moment screams how bad he needs this! There's no way he's coming no matter how close until you do, until you milk him through it!

You swear for a minute your heads spinning, fuzzy and lightheaded, ears burning as he rips you apart nerve by nerve...like he said...Just how you taught him! It takes a minute a good minute for you to pull you shit together and fuck if it dosent do wonders for you baby’s ego!

You whimper directly against his lips, gaze heavy, still completely fucked out “Such a good boy, you’re doing so good, come for me baby…” His thrust are becoming sporadic and out of rhythm because you don't stop stroking your clit, so your still spazzing around him, your still coming! You've always been one for over stimulation, I mean fuck you have 6 lovers for fucks sake how could you not. Your coming, moaning,painting and it’s ripping Tae’s orgasm straight from his body whether he was ready for it or not!

Taehyung cries and you can feel is cock twitch one more time before hes coming, snapping his hps forward, and stalling in place as you clench down around him! moaning louder and louder, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tae collapses forward once he’s finished, so spent and you pull him closer, encouraging him to rest on top of you no matter how heavy he truly is.

“So good,” you whisper “Always such a good boy for me…” He leans down, completely blissed eyes heavy, and kisses you slow...intimate...hands gently stoking up and down your thighs as the two of you breathe as one… realizing this isn't really the time or place for this but you need amount to fully come down!! “I love you…” Slurs off your tone completely spent, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“ I Love you” A moan starts on his tongue and ends on the top of yours as he slides out, you can feel the come leaking onto the desk. Before you can even process what’s happening you see Tae drop down to his knees...bracing your thighs on either side of his head. Scooping up as much of the overflow as he can pushing, his fingers in knuckle deep curling upwards in the process...Thighs threatening to clench around his head in over secretive as a low whine hisses from your lips!

“Oh my god” Fingers seamlessly found there place in his soft, slight damp locks, tugging on his scalp relentlessly as you rolled your hips into his tongue. Though you really should be running away from the sensation but fuck, you can;t help it! Low breathy whines and moans fell from your lips the harder he sucked your clit between his lips, moaning out as all of your arousal's coat his tongue. Your clit is still rock hard and your literally a second away from coming all over again...that is,,until he slides in 3 fingers deep and apparently where Taehyung is concerned you don’t even have a refraction time because...

“Tae-baby- fuckkkk” Back coming to a complete arch as you came with a silent cry, you were panting so hard you almost felt like you were about to pass out. Taehyung’s tongue was still relentless, causing you to jerk and twitch away from him, trying to edge your way up the bed but it was no use..you were already crowning the headboard.

“Please, fuck - I can’t , I can’t …” Thankfully it seems as though he agreed, maybe it’s because your thighs wouldn’t stop spazzing and you soiled the spot right beneath your ass you were so wet! Kissing, licking, sucking a path from your clit, up your stomach, sliding your dress back into place, before his face was finally flush to yours. Sliding his tongue into your mouth without warning, kissing you deep and messy,letting you taste a combination of Tae, Joon and yourself thoroughly as you licked the excess coming from the corners of his lips causing you both to moan. Hands soothing up your trembling thighs trying to sooth you but it was no use..you were a mess!

Taehyung could feel them vibrating against his palm. Smiling smugly against your lips, clearly pleased with the sudden state your in . Locking your thighs around his waist, bracing his hands beneath for support because he can feel how pliant your entire body is beneath him.

“Wrap your arms around my neck” Whispered against your lips as he kissed you again while shifting off the desk, gripping your bag, and leading the two of you down the hall into your office. Voice sitting even husker now than it did initially....eyes still comptely blown out

Laying you gently on the leather chaise against the wall and you can’t help but smile up at him with nothing but fondness. Remembering those days when your baby boy was still lost in that fuck boy phase and thought after care was not kicking his partner out after! Now you watch as he slowly spreads your thighs apart. Cleaning you gently with a couple baby wipes kissing every inch of skin he touches in the process before doing the same to himself.Tucking his spent cock back into his leather pants with a slight hiss due to oversensitiveness…

“Thank you baby…” Taking his hand in your kissing along his knuckles “Fuck Tae, you were in a mood this morning...holyshit” An exhausted chuckle leaves your lips as you settle into the cushions, your thighs were literally still humming.

“Aye gotta make a lasting impression before you go meet my replacement right??” He tried to laugh it off, but not only did his “smile” not even remotely reach his eyes...you could hear light tremor laced within his delivery that he tried to mask by said laugh!

Brows scrunching to the middle of your face immediately because...WHAT!?

“Speaking of, you and Yoongi have that 2:30 interview with Jungkook. So you might wanna dip out and shower first, you just might still end up feeling kinda sticky, between me and Joonie there’s just..fuck..”

To be honest, everything kinda melted into a blur and it almost seemed as though you really weren’t listening because all you kept thinking about is him saying you were going to meet his “Replacement…”

“I mean even with a pantyl-”

“What?!” You honestly did not mean for your response to come out as snappy as it did but again… WHAT!?

“I said you might wanna-“

“That’s, what this was about?!” Brows furrowed in the center of your face in confusion more than anything because what the fuck Tae! “First off, he was your idea, but if he makes you uncomfortable for any reason we don’t have to interview him! You have to work with him too baby, I don't want-” You know your deliveries off so you find yourself reaching up to gently caress his jaw, which is a stark contrast to your tone at the moment!

“No, no” Flagging his hand in the air dismissively “ I want you to, he seems like a good kid and like he knows his shit Yoongi needs..no he deserves that..he already does so much!” Nervously raking his hands down the nonexistent wrinkles on his black silk dress shirt. “I don’t know baby, ignore me I’m just being stupid …”

He gets up with a box of Clorox whips and sprays heading back to the lobby so you opt to follow, no matter how much your thighs are literally screaming at you the entire time! Well aware that the desk without a doubt needs to be toughly whipped down with the next half hour before production starts trickling in! Kicking up the air as well to get the humidity out of the atmosphere, thankfully space had an open enough floor plan that, the typical sex smell That may clog up a bedroom wasn’t as potent…

Without even sparing you a second glance he starts spraying down the desk, whipping the surface diligently, actually somewhat aggressively which let you know he felt a way about this. Nobody's jaw just twitches while they clean..he was annoyed…

“Ugh no.” Reaching out to grasp his wrist halting his movements, and now it was clear he was adverting your gaze, eyes locking on a fucking paperclip to his right… “ I will not ignore you and your feelings are valid, always, even if I don’t quite understand them.” Exchanging his wrist for his jaw, gripping it firm enough to firm him to make eye contact and there's nothing subtle about how glazed over they were…

“Baby…” Cooed off your lips as you stoked his face you watched his nose twitch as he tried desperately not to cry, so you leaned down... Placing a lingering yet innocent kiss along his lips. No ulterior motive just hoping it gave him some sort of comfort…. Feeling the way he just melted into you...yet the tension stayed evident within his body…”Talk to me Tae..please..:”

He didn’t pull away fully, resting his forehead flush to yours “I don’t know... I just-”

The two of you pull apart the minute you hear the faint ding of the elevator, eyes instantly scanning the camera to see it’s nobody but Joon. Starbucks, and Mcdonalds in hand, clumsily trying to type in the code so Taehyung decides to be the one to break apart and help him out. More so because he just really didn’t want to get into this right now….never has he been so thankful that Namjoon’s early!

Heading for the door to help your husband lord knows how clumsy he is the last thing we need is coffee all over your freshly polished floors. Looking fine as ever....sometimes you really don’t understand how the fuck you go so damn lucky! Wind swept freshly dyed ice blonde locks, all black slacks and fitted blazer...

He smiles down at Tae, who tilts his chin upward, silently asking, and Namjoon already knows...placing a kiss along his lips that started out innocent... Until he caught a taste of something lingering on Taehyung’s tongue, which rips a deep groan from the back of his throat. The second his tongue breaches the seam of his lips, his entire body freezes, feeling the almost violent manner in which the younger was shaking against his frame had Namjoon pulling back instantly...Searching your eyes for some sort of clarity as to why Tae looks like he’s about to cry. Or why he holding onto his blazer for dear life....

‘Baby??” Namjoon’s tone is tentative, scared...uneasy.and honestly, you aren't sure which one of you he’s addressing so you speak up.

“It seems as though Tae is feeling a type of way about us possibly hiring Jeon…” You're cautious of your tone, keeping it light, concerned but not accusatory because you really don’t know what’s going on honestly! Watching your husband’s brows furrow having no idea who the hell you’re referring to.. And it rips a snort from your lips and a wet chuckle form Tae’s as he gently whips his eyes...trying to catch the stray tears that have betrayed him and slipped out…

“The kid who just graduated from USC...the production major Yoongi and Yn are interviewing today...and it’s not that I feel a type of way I just..”

“Tae, your crying…” He almost sounds heartbroken even repeating the words and your stomach drops as you take in the two men you love to death. At a loss as to what has Taehyung so uneasy that he’s crying. And why it hindsight it seems now, felt the need to fuck you before your interview so you wouldn’t’ “Forget” him. How the fuck could you ever forget him!? He’s never been one to be insecure...ever!

“You don’t just cry for shits and giggles...baby....” Tae turns his head but the light catches the glaze in his eyes, and how hard his jaw twitches int he process..

“Aye” Namjoon’s tone just says “Look at me” not even leaving it up for debate and he dose...regardless of how bad he wan’t to doesn't even think about it.

“ Just because you’re not listed under CEO dose not mean your opinions and concerns as far as who we bring into this company aren’t valid. You know this…before we had this big fancy building and all these employees it was just the 7 of us...don’t think we’d ever forget that”

Eyes flickering around the room slightly, upon seeing the mess onto of the desk and he kinda puts two and two together… “What were you doin before I came in??” Voice low, tentative...comforting…bringing his gaze down to the cleaning supplies in hand.

“Ugh, cleaning the desk…” His voice breaks at the end, and he won’t even look at the two of you….”

“Kay, how about I finish cleaning the desk, and you go talk to Joon, and I’ll be in there in like 5 ...Okay?” Swaying over in his direction, taking the box of wipes, and spray from his hand before placing a kiss to the side of his head. Pulling back to do the same to your husband…whose eyes are desperately looking to yours for some form of directions that you, unfortunately, can’t give right now!

Taehyung just nodds, snuffling a couple more times as he fiddles nervously with the collection of rings dancing along his fingers. Many of which are gifts from his 6 favorite people at this point…..

Namjoon walks over and places the bags and tray of drinks on the glass table in the center of the room..wiggling his fingers in the younger’s direction.

“Come talk to me Tae, Tae..”

That’s all she wrote for now, I feel like there's a lot of DOM Tae FF’s which I love, however when I look past “V” and meet the two in the middle I don’t get straight dom vibes..lol sorry not sorry..but either way it’s all for fun and I hope you all enjoyed. Part 1 is attached, it's Joon X OC with Tae coming in at the end…NOTE this is not only a Tae centered AU....

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#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #bts au #kim taehyung au #kpop smut #kpop au #namjoon #namjoon au

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raindropsbarzy · 4 years

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motivation*

summary: he always wants you all the time. he just needs a bit motivation to eventually give in

word count: 1973

warning: just a lot of 18+

“stay with me longer, maty”

Mat smiles tenderly at the name you call him as you pepper soft kisses across his jawline and up to his cheekbone. large palm grazing on your naked back, feeling the gentle skin under his fingertips. your thigh drapes over his naked torso, humming a deep sigh of relief when your lips keep touching his skin.

“I can’t baby. I’ve got practice, don’t i?” he replies, feeling your mouth forms into a pout and hears you huff out a disappointed sigh. “but I’ll be back at 4 and give my girl anything she wants. Sounds good?”

he moves his head and looks down at you, kissing the top of your head. Your eyes find their way to meet up with his beautiful ones, melting at the sight of his messy chocolate hair and naked chest on display just for you to see.

“I think i may have gripped your hair way too tight, last night” you decide to ignore his last question and open up another conversation.

with a deep chuckle, his hand moves to place it on your leg, a little bit under the curve of your ass. “I didn’t mind it last night and sure as hell don’t mind it right now.”

your lips curve into an exciting smile as you sit up straight, setting your elbow on the soft mattress to support your weight. “What do you say we recreate of what went down last night?” wiggling your eyebrows at him,

this time he lets out the loud laugh that you adore, shaking his head at how needy you are for him. “Not going to work, y/n. Coach is gonna kill me if I’m running late. Plus, don’t you have work today?”

“Pole dancing class doesn’t start in another four hours. I gave my students a bit more free time, they’re extremely exhausted from the last week’s practice. And i’ll be watching over my bar at around six. No longer than thirty minutes. Luna is coming with me.” You explain it to him, moving your long dark hair to the back as you shuffle under the blanket, watching him smiling at you as he bites his lip.

You smile back at him, “what?”

He gives you a shrug. “My girlfriend is a pole dancer slash pole dancing teacher, and manage one of the most successful bars in New York. Couldn’t ask for a sexier woman.” planting a wet kiss on your exposed neck. “Not to mention, you’re smart as fuck and play volleyball. I hit the jackpot, eh?”

You giggle at him, moving his head away from your skin and grabs the back of his hair. “I hit the jackpot too, baby. Got one of the sexiest men in the NHL who won the Calder trophy and skate like the fucking ‘Flash’.”

“Mhmm, that’s me” he smirks,

“Sooo” you trail off, reaching up to give his shoulders a firm grip, feeling them tense. “I wanna show my boyfriend a little appreciation--”

“Sweetheart, again. as much as i want you to, i can--”

“By giving you a blowjob”

He chokes mid-air after hearing you. Looking up into your eyes and realizing that you’re not playing around. With your naughty smile and seductively licking your upper lip, showing him that you’re not letting him go before he says yes.

As horny as this sounds, he wouldn’t mind being late to the practice because he cannot refuse his girlfriend to suck him.

He stammers a bit, your eyebrow raises at his attempt to say something. Large palms grabbing onto your naked waist as he pulls you closer to him.

“I guess i can tell the team that i overslept this morning.”

That makes you giggle as you slide yourself down to his pants, eyes never looking away from his. Dipping your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer brief, listening to the sharp breath he takes before closing his eyes to calm himself.

“Good choice, baby.”

you and mat are sitting at the VIP’s booth, celebrating Lee’s birthday party. Few of the boys come with their girlfriends, drinks in their hands as they shamelessly make out with drunk giggles spill out of their mouths, causing a few cheers to erupt from the crowd. You cuddle with mat as he brings both of your legs and places them across his lap. His palm feels warm when he rubs your bare thigh.

“Sooo Y/N” Your eyes snap towards Grace, who has Ander’s arms around her waist pulling her close. “How’s work?”

“Pretty good. My legs are killing me right now actually due to this morning class” You chuckle, unaware of Mat looking at you as you speak. “The students are doing great. They followed my instructions pretty well. None of them break any pole... yet”

The whole table laughs at your statement as you sip your drink. Smiling and lean your temple against the couch, catching Mat’s inflated pupils looking at you adoringly.

“Ever thought about becoming a stripper though, babe?”

Grace’s question--which a joke--quickly pulls Mat out of his thoughts, tearing his eyes away from you and furrows his eyebrows. You, on the other hand, laugh hysterically.

“Grace come on, stop giving my girl crazy ideas! Her man is sitting here, for crying out loud!”

She shrugs her shoulders and gives an innocent smile. “Why not? Strippers make a lot of money”

“That’s true” You agree, wanting to see how he’ll react more.

He looks over at you, not noticing your playful smile as he points a finger. “Hey now missy, stop that.” And looks back at Grace. “Again, she’s my girl. There is no way i’m letting other men seeing her half-naked and shaking her ass in front of anyone” He snakes his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

His best friend, Tito laughs and shakes his head then say “Such a whipped motherfucker.” causing others to agree and laugh,

But Mat doesn’t care. yeah, so what if he’s whipped for you? He loves his girl so much and there is no fucking way he’s okay with old bald men touching his naked girlfriend. Would probably beat them to pulp one by one.

“Down, boy” you giggle, planting a quick kiss on his exposed neck making him shiver. “Let’s get you to relax, yeah? Come with me, baby.”

you swing your legs off of him and get up from the seat, intertwining his hands as he stands as well. Setting his empty glass on the wooden table.

“Be right back, guys. Need to loosen this one up.”

“If by loosen do you mean ‘fucking in public bathroom’?”

Honestly, you don’t know who says it but it makes you cackle. As a response, you throw a middle finger and hear the table cheer for it.

“Go get some, Barz!”

He laughs, slapping Tito’s shoulder. “i always do, man.”

And with that, you guide him to the restroom through a sea of dancing sweaty bodies. His eyes glued to your ass the whole time you walk in front of him. the small tight black dress compliments your figure, especially from this view. His teeth catch his bottom lip, chewing on it.

“Damn” He lets out, not having any more self-control he pulls you in so your back hits his chest, hearing you yelp.

“Easy, tiger. we almost made it.”

He hums, placing both of his hands on your stomach. Feeling himself growing hard as your plump ass brushing against the material of his jeans. “Can’t. You’re looking so hot tonight, i can’t control it.”

A soft giggle sputters from your lip as he attaches his mouth on your neck. Pushing the bathroom door open and quickly lock it so no one can get it.

“We have to be quick, okay?”

Mat spins you around and lifts you from the ground, placing you on the bathroom sink. Moving his mouth to yours, making out with you sloppily “Quick? I can be quick” He mumbles against your soft red lips, long fingers digging the inside of your thighs and spreading them open.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, feeling eager for his touch. He hikes your dress up, just enough for him to pull your panties down. removing his mouth from you and shift his eyes down. Groaning softly at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Trying to kill me are you?” He breathes out a laugh and a smile plaster on his face.

“Maybe so” You tease, biting your lip as you lean back a little. Watching your boyfriend unbuckling his belt and pull his hard shaft out of the briefs, pumping it fast while you tease him more by circling your clit at a soft pace.

His other hand grips onto your waist and stepping closer. “Move your hand baby”

You oblige and extract your hand from your wet mound. Getting wetter at the view of your boyfriend pumping his long hard cock, grunting deeply before slipping the tip inside you.

The two of you sigh in pleasure, your eyes fall shut as he thrust in the entire length inside you. “Holy fuck you’re so tight.”

When he’s fully inside you, both his hands firmly grip your waist and start thrusting in and out, causing moans to keep falling out of your mouth. His eyes move to look at you. Tapping his thumb against your chin,

“Look at me, baby”

Though it’s a struggle, you manage to open your eyes and find him already staring back at yours. Hissing and moaning every time he thrusts faster into your pussy, the sound of skin slapping fill the entire bathroom.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?” He praises with a smirk, a loose curl falling over his forehead as he watches you tremble. “Taking me so good tonight. Know exactly how to make me happy.”

“Oh fuck, Mat” you moan out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure. That encourages him to go even faster on pounding your pussy, grunting loudly. “Fuck me so good.”

“Yeah?” He removes a strand of hair from your face and his hand moves down to pull your tits out of the dress, quickly latching his mouth around your nipple. Sucking and gently biting the sensitive area.

“Right there, baby. Don’t stop, fuck!” You beg. Grabbing onto one of his broad shoulders, holding tight to it as he keeps going hard.

His eyes look up to you, keeping your head fall back and jaw drops open due to the ultimate pleasures he’s giving you. Makes him so cocky and burst out in pride seeing his girl writhing under his touch. “Gonna cum baby?”

You can only nod your head and mutters out ‘uh-huh’ as you ball your fists tightly, feeling your legs beginning to be sore and about to reach your high.

“Me too.” He hums out, standing back straight and watches your entire body responding perfectly to the thrusts he’s giving you. “i-i’m cumming”

After a few thrusts, he then groans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and release his warm load inside of you, knowing you on the pill he feels relieved,

You follow soon after, clenching your stomach as you explode all over his cock. coating it with your cum.

He pants heavily, slowly pulling away from you as he sees you trying to recover from everything. Chest glisten with drops of sweat and breasts still out, noticing the few red marks around the areola,

Chuckling deeply soon as you open your eyes look at him. Giving him a tired yet satisfied smirk, making him lean down and give you a wet sloppy kiss before pulling away completely to help you clean yourself and tuck himself back into his pants.

“I’m one lucky, whipped motherfucker, all right.”

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Summer

Summary: A romantic trip away... Rating: 18+ (Smut) WC: 2292 Tags: Tom Hiddleston x reader, smut, Dom/sub, spanking, choking, use of safeword, bondage, sex in public, bdsm. A/N: here’s the final installation in my first fic, I really hope you enjoy it!

The car engine roared as you sped along the road with classic rock music blasting from the radio, the pair of you singing loudly. Tom had booked you a weekend away together during a break from his filming, so you were on your way out of London, on a little countryside holiday to enjoy the sunshine. Having mentioned that you enjoyed the occasional countryside walk, it wasn’t long before he’d decided to take you on a hiking trip. You were suddenly regretting mentioning you liked walks, what you meant was strolling through the woods on a sunday afternoon trying to pet as many dogs as possible. You weren’t sure you’d be able to keep up with his long legs and the fact he was much fitter than you, but he was taking you away anyway, although he hadn’t yet told you where. You were headed north, you knew that much, and you’d ruled out Norfolk, as you had moved westwards. Every so often, Tom would move his hand to rest on your thigh, sending warmth through you and your heart fluttering.

The thought of being able to spend some quality time with him, away from the bustling heart of London, was going to be refreshing. Being surrounded by quiet, and Tom, and able to be out and about without being surrounded by photographers. He had booked a holiday cottage under your name to minimise the chance of being recognised, and prepaid so you could be completely alone with each other, which sounded delicious.

Pulling to a halt outside the cottage, Tom climbed out and grabbed your bags from the boot of the car. He moved the bags inside, searching the property to make sure everything was in order, before turning to see you stepping out of your shoes clumsily. You blushed as he laughed at you, and he scooped you into his arms, kissing you gently. The warm breeze flew through the open door, and you turned to shut it. Walking through the cottage you explored a little, spying a hot tub through the french doors leading to the back garden from your bedroom. You were going to enjoy that later.

“Get your walking boots on, let’s go out,” Tom said, and you rummaged through your bag finding a baseball cap to put on, to protect you from the sun. You pulled out your boots from the bag, shoving them on and over your jeans.

“Where are we going?” you asked, looking up to Tom.

“I know a route,” he said, smiling, and packing a backpack with some water, a picnic, and rope. You looked at the rope curiously, wondering if you were going climbing or something.

Tom had taken you through a trail, thankfully it was mostly flat, and you were surprised when it opened up a little. He slid his bag off and pulled out a blanket, placing it near the edge of the clearing in the shade, it was midday by now, and the sun was streaming through the gap in the trees. He sat down, leaning against a tree, and reaching for your hand he pulled you down towards him. You sat cross legged in front of him, and rocked forward planting a kiss on his lips. He opened his mouth wider, kissing you deeper as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek tenderly. He bit down on your bottom lip as he pulled away from you.

“You’re so hot baby,” his blue eyes filled with lust, “such a good girl.”

“Yeah? I do try, I wanna be the best for you,” you giggled coyly.

“Such a good little whore, you gonna show me what a slut you are for me?” This sent tingles to your core, and you became wet at his words.

“What should I do, sir? How can I show you?”

“Strip.” The command was clear, but surely he didn’t mean right now? You were in the middle of a forest, anyone could see you. You hesitated and stared at him blankly. His hand snapped to your throat, and his grip constricted your neck. “Did I stutter slut? STRIP.” Tears formed in your eyes as the pressure on your neck increased, and your hands reached to your shirt, pulling up to reveal your stomach. Tom released your neck, and his hands slipped around you, unclasping your bra to reveal your nipples, hard from the sudden exposure, despite the warm air. As you lifted your top over your head, Tom pushed you backwards, holding your hands together, “stay there.”

You heard him rummage in the bag above your head, and felt the rope snake around your wrists, trapping your arms above your head with your t-shirt covering your face. He dragged you around by the rope, and you heard him rustle above your head. The rope tightened and you tried to pull down, testing whether you were tied up. Had he tied you to the tree? You panicked a little, you were tied up, blindfolded by your own shirt and your breasts were exposed. What if someone saw you?

“Tom?” you asked, you couldn’t hear him.

“Yes baby?” your heart slowed down, hearing his voice reassured you a little.

“Are you sure about this?”

“You don’t want me to show off what a good little slut I’ve got? You don’t want to show me how good you can be? I want to show everyone how good you are baby,” his voice both teasing you and calming you down. “You’re perfect, babygirl.” His voice was closer this time and his shadow came closer, placing his lips around one of your nipples, hand gliding to pluck at the other. You could feel his hard cock through your leggings, rubbing against your slit, teasing you. Relaxing a little, you moaned softly. Tom kissed down your stomach, his hands grasping your waist as he moved downwards, every touch making you feel electricity run through you and warmth into your core.

He pulled your leggings over your hips and you lifted them a little to allow him to pull them down. Leaving them at your ankles, you were now exposed and restricted, unable to move your arms or your legs. Before your brain had time to think you felt Toms long fingers slide between your legs. They quickly became coated in your wetness, and he circled over your clit. Leaning your hips into him your body begged for more but he moved his hand with you, never giving you more pressure.

“Easy now tiger, thought you didn’t want to be such a needy slut, exposed in the woods like this,” he goaded you.

Whimpering you replied, “sorry sir, just feels so good when you touch me.” Breathing out slowly to steady yourself you moaned gently, his fingers unrelentingly slow circling your nub.

He continued teasing you, keeping you close, but never allowing you to get close to release. His fingers suddenly disappeared from between your legs. Soon replaced by his tongue running through your folds you bucked into him desperate for more. His palm reached up for your stomach and pushed you back down, whilst his other hand reached between your legs once more and two fingers entered you instantly stretching you out. You moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, and Tom chuckled sending vibrations through you.

“Careful baby, or you might attract an audience. Unless that’s what you want of course…” he trailed off, continuing to lick and tease you. His fingers began to fuck you harder and harder and you were close to the edge within a minute.

“I’m gonna cum, sir, please?” you begged unashamedly.

“Cum for me baby, I wanna feel you around my fingers, on show for everyone. Show me what a good slut you are.” His hand pushed down on your stomach as you tightened around him, coating his hand in wetness as it trickled down you.

You came down from your high with a crash. Fuck, you’d never squirted before, fuck. You panicked.

“Orange, orange orange!” You cried out quickly, and he pulled away from you, gently removing his fingers.

“Are you okay, Y/N? What’s the matter?” he began to untie your hands, knowing you needed to see him to feel safe.

“I just... it was really intense. And I’ve never, um, never done that before.” you tripped over your words, blushing. Your hands released from the rope and you began to sit up, pulling your top down. You looked up to Tom, his blue eyes examining your face full of concern.

“You’re safe baby, and the way you let go around my fingers, it was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest. You breathed in his smell and relaxed into him. You reached around him, holding him closer despite the fact you couldn’t really get much closer, and he kissed your head tenderly.

***

You had redressed and curled up in eachothers arms, eaten your picnic and carried on walking, a bit slower, meandering through the trails. The walk back allowed you to relax, although Tom kept close and you had caught him just watching you trying to make sure you were okay.

You arrived back at your cottage aching a little and hot from walking in the mid-afternoon heat.

“I’m gonna go for a shower,” you said, turning to see Tom kick off his shoes. Your earlier arousal stirred in you. Showing you off like that, even though there was no one there, that had really hit your buttons in all the right ways. You didn’t know you liked exhibitionism, but maybe it was worth another go.

You strolled into the ensuite bathroom thinking over your earlier orgasm. You’d enjoyed it, it was so unexpected though, and that’s where you had become upset, and insecure about soaking his hand. Remembering his hand putting pressure on to your stomach, you realised he had helped you there, he’d wanted you to. The warm water trickled over you, relieving some of the tension you’d been feeling, and you mused on that thought for a while.

Turning the water off, you stepped out and wrapped a towel around you. Quickly squeezing your hair in the towel, you padded out of the bathroom to see Tom lying on the bed.

“You were trying to make me squirt weren’t you?” He looked up at you, studying your face, trying to judge whether you were mad at him. “Taking me to a secluded clearing in the woods, you tied me up, knowing I wouldn’t release like that without being pushed to my limits.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He looked distraught, and terribly guilty. You couldn’t bear taunting him when he felt so bad.

“Don’t apologise. I guess I’m more of a whore than I thought I was… guess I liked the way you wanted to show me off.” His eyes darkened, and he jumped off the bed. Grabbing your wet hair he pulled you over to the french doors, shoving you against them and ripping off your towel. Your breasts pushed up to the cool glass, and he kicked your legs apart. A hard slap landed on your ass.

“You’re going to pay for winding me up like that. I felt bad. I wanted you to give into me. I’ve been fair too nice to you recently, I think you’ve forgotten whose pussy this is.” Without warning, his long fingers pushed inside you, filling you. He pulled them out again quickly, landing another hard slap on your ass.

“I’m sorry sir,” you grinned, knowing you’d wound him up.

His hand twisted your Y/H/C hair and tilted your neck back. His hand came down on your ass again and again, and your skin began to burn.

“You really want to tease me, and wind me up like that, Y/N? You’re a little brat, aren’t you? Well baby, you really shouldn’t have,” he growled, and you felt the tip of his cock fill you. You screamed at the sudden intrusion inside you. Fuck, you were full.

“Hands on the glass, and don’t fucking move them.” You obeyed without question, sensing his darkened tone. He pulled your hips back, filling you further. You mewled at the fire burning through your stretched pussy. Another slap landed on your ass, and his hand ran up your back before grasping your shoulder. He slowly pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip inside you.

“You belong to me, you are mine to use.”

“Yes sir.” He pushed back into you, fucking you hard, and without care, his hand on your shoulder ensuring you couldn’t move away. Screaming around him, you felt the coil snap inside you unexpectedly, and you tightened around his length. His pace continued, and before long you were on the edge again. Tom reached around you and squeezed your nipple hard.

“Look at what a slut you are. On display again, screaming around my cock. I want to feel you cum around my cock again, babygirl. I want you to cum like the desperate whore you are.” His words tipped you over the edge, and he moaned loudly as you clenched around him once more. He grasped your hips again, fucking you hard as you came. His fingers dug into you as he filled you.

Leaning forward he kissed your shoulder, and pulling out slowly he turned you to face him. You panted together, paused in the moment as you both came down from your highs and caught your breath. His arms were still wrapped around you and he picked you up, carrying you to the bed, and placed you down.

His eyes fixed on yours, “you are everything to me, Y/N.” His lips caught yours, kissing you deeply.

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 15 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: This took a while but it’s finally here, yay!

Word count: ~3.1K

Warnings: Slight smut, lots of fluff, swearing like a sailor.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

“What are you looking at over there?” Ben peeked over Annie’s shoulder at her phone.

“Pinterest.”

“Oh.” Ben rolled back to his spot on the bed, clearly disinterested.

“Clara told me to check it out when I talked about how bored I am,” Annie switched off her screen and put her phone on her bedside table. “All alone at home…” she traced her finger along Ben’s veiny arm. “With nothing to do.”

“Hmm.” Ben glanced sideways at her, a small smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“There’s a lot of really cool stuff on there.” Annie’s voice was dangerously low.

“Yeah?” Ben turned his head to face her, his eyes hooded.

“Mhm.” Annie nodded. “Lots of new things I want to try.”

“Like what?” Ben leaned closer to Annie, his breath ghosting over her face. Toying when the hem of the t-shirt she stole from him, he closed the gap between them, biting on her bottom lip before kissing her.

“Knitting.”

“That sounds…” Ben started pressing kisses down her neck and stopped. “Did you say knitting?”

“I did.”

“Knitting.”

“Yeah, you know.” Annie giggled. “Wool, needles. The whole shebang.”

“Um, alright.”

“I just want to make something for her.” Annie shrugged. “Might as well, right?”

###

“Ben, look at this!” Annie grabbed Ben’s arm to get his attention. “Look!”

“Annie, please,” Ben whined, “I’m absolutely shattered!”

Annie looked at her boyfriend and grimaced. His eyes were bloodshot red, with dark circles under them. He could barely keep them open. His blond, soft hair was sticking up in all directions, and he couldn’t stop yawning.

“I’m sorry…” Annie pouted and let go of his arm.

“Oh, don’t give me that look!” Ben groaned before his mouth opened in a big yawn.

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry.” Annie put her phone away and laid down.

She rolled over on her side. Ben instinctively cuddled up behind her. With one arm under his pillow and one over Annie, he sighed.

“Did you finish knitting that blanket, yet?” Ben mumbled into her hair, rubbing lazy shapes on her bump.

“No,” Annie whispered back, “it was all crooked. I hated it. I’m making some wall decor now.”

“Annie, it wasn’t crooked!” Ben chuckled. “I mean, not as bad as you think…”

“It was awful!”

“She would love it even if it was nothing but a string.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and felt her take in a shaky breath. “Annie?”

“It’s just -” Annie quickly wiped tears away from her face.

“Oh, no, no…” Ben murmured and laced his fingers with Annie’s. “No tears. Please.”

“I just love you a lot, okay?”

###

Ben stood in the middle of the kitchen, running his hand through his hair. With closed eyes, he took in a deep breath. He spent the last two minutes trying to figure out where the plates went.

“Annabelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you organise the kitchen?” he hoped his voice sounded nonchalant.

“Yeah!” Annie called from the living room. “Doesn’t it make so much more sense now?”

Ben squeezed his lips between his index finger and his thumb.

“Plus, now I can reach things!”

“Annie,” Ben clenched his fists. “Where are the bloody plates?”

“Second cupboard to the left!”

“No,” Ben could hear his stomach growling, “no, they’re not there.”

“Yes they are.”

“Annabelle Lee.” Ben hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ve been here for much too long and I need food. Where the fuck are my plates?”

“Second bloody cupboard to the bloody left!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Ben muttered before he raised his voice. “They are not in the second fucking cupboard to the motherfucking left, Annabelle. The second goddamn cupboard is wide open. No plates.”

“First of all!” He could hear Annie approach. “Don’t you use that fucking language when you’re talking to me.”

“Annie, I’m absolutely famished -”

“Second of all, I meant the lower cupboard.” Annie walked around Ben and opened the right cupboard. “Ta-da! Plates!”

“Thank fucking God!”

“Fuck you, too, Ben!”

“Are you upset?”

“Why would I be?” Annie shrugged. “It’s not as if my boyfriend’s potty mouth was directed at me because he can’t control his temper when he’s hungry.”

“As soon as I get some grub in this belly,” Ben waved his spoon around as he spoke, “I’ll make it up to you.”

###

“What about this one?” Ben pointed, “do you like this one?”

“These prices are absolutely ridiculous!” Annie whisper-screamed at Ben as they trudged along Baby Depot, this time without Joe. “What a rip-off!”

“I thought you liked shopping.”

“I do!” Annie walked around yet another changing table, opening and closing little drawers and compartments, “but this? This is a bloody scam, is what it is!”

“You said it yourself, love.” Ben carefully read the label attached to the changing table, informing himself on all safety features and possible gimmicks included in the product, “baby stuff is expensive.”

“I can build this myself, for crying out loud!” Annie blushed slightly under Ben’s intense gaze. “What?”

“You used a hot glue gun and destroyed four pairs of my socks when you tried to make our daughter a puppet.”

“It was an honest mistake!”

“Four pairs, Annie.”

“It’s a learning curve!” Annie crossed her arms over her chest. “Plus, it’s a bit hard to maneuver around with a bloody watermelon attached to your midriff!”

“You need to stay out of Pinterest.”

“You need to not think you can tell me what to do.” Annie muttered and rolled her eyes.

“But Annie,” Ben patted the changing table, “do you like this one?”

“I think it’s cute and I love it.” Annie muttered.

“That’s all I wanted to know.”

###

Annie and Ben sat on the floor in their new house, after accepting the baby furniture delivery and having ordered in some lunch. The entire house was empty of furniture and they could hear the echo of their satisfied hums and moans as they bit into their food, smiling sheepishly at each other.

“You sure you want to stay here?” Ben set his now empty container aside and wiped his fingers on a napkin, “it’s okay if you don’t.”

“It’s fine, Ben.” Annie gently pushed Frankie’s head away. “We hardly ever get alone time together. I’d sit and watch paint dry with you.”

“Pregnancy made you soft.” Ben smirked and crawled on his hands and knees over to Annie’s side.

“Did it?”

“Oh, definitely.” Ben propped his knees up and crossed his legs, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I don’t hate it.”

“Duly noted.”

“Come on, I should get started.” Ben hopped up on his feet and helped Annie up.

“I’ll just take Frankie out to the garden and join you.” Annie hastily kissed his chest and walked off, whistling to the pup.

Ben watched her from behind the glass sliding door. A soft gust of wind blew Annie’s hair up and around her, and she shook her head to get it out of the way. Her long, flowy cobalt blue maxi dress billowed around and clung to her legs. She laughed as she watched Frankie trot around, sniffing every leaf and twig she could find. Frankie wagged her tail so hard, her entire body was swinging along with it. Her ears flopped up and down.

As much as he wanted to stay and admire Annie from afar, he wanted to get the furniture assembly out of the way as fast as he could. He walked up the stairs, glancing back over his shoulder.

###

Annie couldn’t help but wonder whether she will ever stop being endlessly horny. She couldn’t tell if it was a pregnancy side-effect or just Ben’s influence over her. It could very well have been a winning mix of both.

Ben’s biceps flexed as he worked. His jeans rode lower and lower on his hips as he kneeled on the floor. His brows were furrowed as he carefully read the instructions and muttered profanities when they didn’t seem to make any sense. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it. His tight fitting t-shirt clung to his body in all the right places. Annie was bewitched.

“Love, could you pass me that screw?” Ben twirled the screwdriver as if it was one of his drumsticks.

“Hm?” Annie shook her head lightly and blinked.

“Screw.” Ben kept twirling the screwdriver. “I need it.”

“You and I both.” Annie mumbled as she reached over and grabbed the twisty metal, grunting as she heaved herself up. A thought popped up in her head. She bit her bottom lip as she smiled mischievously. “You need a screw, Ben?”

Ben stopped moving altogether at the tone of her voice. The same tone that causes blood to rush from his head to his other head, as Annie so fondly referred to it sometimes. Annie walked around him, bending over slightly as her hand hovered over his. Ben instinctively outstretched his palm open and caught the screw when it fell.

“Thank you.” Ben looked up at Annie as she towered over him. She angled her body so her baby bump won’t get in between them as they stared each other down. “Actually, I might need another one.”

“Yeah?” Annie’s voice was raspy.

She looked at Ben through hooded eyes, her breath catching when his tongue poked out to lick his lips. Ben’s eyes stayed fixed on hers as he tossed the screw and screwdriver aside and snaked his hands under the hem of her dress. His fingers trailed up her legs and thighs, gently scratching and squeezing at her. Ben shuffled closer to Annie on his knees, tilting his head a bit as he sat back on his heels.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and slid them down, painfully slow. He could hear Annie scoff impatiently and pressed a lingering kiss over her dress, right under her belly button. When she felt his fingers graze her ankles, she stepped out of her undergarment and followed it with her gaze as it slid aside on the hardwood floor.

Ben hiked her dress up with one hand and worked his way up the inside of her legs with the other, leaving trails of goosebumps as he climbed further up. Just when Annie reached down to lace her fingers through his hair, he ducked his head under the bunched up fabric and let it fall on his back. Gently nibbling at her thighs, he pushed her legs a little further apart, making room for himself.

Annie could feel his warm breath on her skin and shivered. She looked around her for something to hold on to but the walls were too far behind her and to the side, and the crib was definitely not stable yet. A light panic washed over her before she felt Ben’s tongue on her. With a loud gasp, she almost lunged forward as her knees buckled, but Ben quickly reached a hand up for her to grab and wrapped his arm around her, giving her butt a reassuring squeeze.

“Ben.” Ben’s lips and tongue worked her as if it was his life’s mission. Every gasp, every moan, every spasm of Annie’s thighs egged him on, making his cock impossibly harder. “Ben.”

“Mm?” he hummed, his lips sucking at her clit.

“Are you going to get that screw or not?”

###

The Google alerts were going off like cannonfire. It seemed like every few minutes, another article came out. Annie rushed up the stairs, Frankie close at her heels, holding her dress up to avoid face-planting before she reached the nursery, where Ben worked on the last piece of furniture.

“What the fuck?” Annie barked, out of breath, clutching the door frame. “What the fuck?”

“What?”

“Are we hearing wedding bells?” Annie read the headline aloud. “Hardy and Lee - tying the knot?” Annie snarled at the words.

“So what?”

“So what?!”

“Yeah, so fucking what?” Ben shrugged as he continued working. “Annie, you’re practically my wife already. Let them have their fun.”

“I’m practically your wife?”

“Well, I mean -”

“I have to pee.” Annie’s anger seemed to vanish at the blink of an eye. “You’re just about done, yeah?”

“Almost, yeah.” Ben nodded and finally looked at his girlfriend. “Shouldn’t be longer than a few more minutes and then we’ll head home.”

###

“Annie!”

Ben’s roar woke Annie from her nap on the sofa. She rubbed her face groggily and rolled off, stretching as she walked over to the bedroom. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight in front of her. Ben stood, stark naked, in the middle of the bedroom, seething.

“You rang?” Annie giggled.

“Where the fucking hell are my pants?” Ben hissed, his hands firmly planted on his hips, giving her a full frontal view of his godlike body. Her eyes darted down to his crotch and a cheeky smirk tugged at her lips. “Don’t you even dare, you little minx!”

“Don’t wave it in my face then!”

“Annie, focus.” He marched up to her and pushed her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Pants.”

“Dresser.”

“I checked the dresser.” Ben let her chin go. “It’s not there.”

“Didn’t you listen to anything I said?” Annie rolled her eyes and stomped over to the dresser. “I explained it all last night.”

“After a 14 hour long workday?” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Forgive me, it must have slipped my mind.”

“You said you got it!”

“I lied!” Ben shrugged. “T’was the only way to get you to let me get some fucking sleep!”

“Oh, sod off!” Annie rolled her eyes and pulled a drawer open, balling up Ben’s favorite grey sweatpants. She walked up to him, shoving them against his chest. “There.”

###

“Can I ask you something?” Ben handed Annie some more bubble wrap before celo-taping another cardboard box shut.

“Of course.”

“Will you ever want to marry me?” Ben asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for an answer.

“For fuck’s sake.” Annie muttered and dropped the roll of bubble wrap. “You promised not to do this.”

“What?”

“Propose.”

“I’m not.”

“You just used will, you, marry and me in the same bloody sentence, you absolute twat!”

“I wasn’t proposing, Annie.” Ben’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why is it such a horrible thing, though?”

“What?”

“Annie, we bought a house. We’re about to have a baby.” Ben’s eyes followed her as she walked out of the kitchen. “Oh, great. Go ahead, run off.”

“I am not your wife.” Annie froze in her tracks. “You are not my husband.”

“Would it really be so bad if I was?”

“Why are you doing this?” Annie turned around. “What are you trying to get, here?”

“Answers!” Ben raised his voice in frustration. “Where are we going, Annie?”

“Pardon?”

“Where are we going?” Ben crossed his arms. “Where is this going?”

“You said it yourself.” Annie shrugged. “We bought a house. We’re about to have a baby.”

“What difference would marriage make, then?”

“Ben, don’t.”

“No, I need to know.” Ben’s entire demeanor hardened. “What’s got you so terrified that the mere mention of the word is so unbearable to you?”

“I already told you.”

“I’m not your asshole dad.” Ben’s body softened. “I’ll never hurt you. Or our child. Children.” He walked over to her, slowly. “I will never. Not all marriages are like that.”

“It’s not just about him.”

“What, then?”

“I’m not doing this.” Annie pursed her lips and turned.

###

Annie stood in front of her wardrobe. She decided it was best to keep away from Ben and went about packing her clothes while he finished packing up the kitchen. She pulled a hanger off the rail and stared at the long, black dress. Lost in thought, she stood there, clutching the dress.

“Are you hungry?” She heard Ben asked, but didn’t turn around. Or acknowledge his presence in any way. Her eyes were stuck on that dress. “Look, I know you’re upset with me bringing up the M word but this is just immature.” Ben walked up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Seriously.”

“Jesus!” Annie hissed, startled.

“Oh, sorry!” Ben giggled. “What you got there?”

“It’s just this dress.” Annie turned around, still holding up the hanger. Ben reached over and held the dress by the sides, letting it slide in his grip. He smiled when he saw the deep slits on each side.

“Haven’t seen this one in a while.”

“Do you recognize it?”

“It’s what you wore when we first met.” Ben smiled, his eyes flickering from the dress to his girlfriend. “You looked so bloody good in this.”

“I’m genuinely impressed!” Annie chuckled.

“It’s one of my favorite memories.” Ben bit his bottom lip. “Seeing your legs fly out the sides and around Gwil. All I could think about was that I wanted you to wrap yourself around me like that.”

“What?”

“I was so bloody jealous of Gwil.” Ben sat on the edge of the bed. “I mean, until he said you were his cousin. Then I was just relieved. And pleasantly surprised.”

“Why were you surprised?”

“When he told us about you, he never mentioned what you looked like.” Ben patted the mattress next to him, inviting Annie to sit with him. “Don’t get me wrong, Gwilym is very handsome, so it was a given that you would be good looking. But then?” Ben took the hanger from Annie and set it aside, “you took my breath away. You still do.”

“God, that’s so cheesy.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.” Ben shrugged. “You didn’t even have to say anything. You already had me just by looking at me. Looking like that.”

“Please,” Annie rolled her eyes, “you weren’t in love with me.”

“Oh, no.” Ben’s eyes seemed to darken with lust. “I was drunk and horny and you were the most beautiful, fittest bird I’d ever seen. I had a raging boner the rest of the night.”

“So romantic!”

“Annie,” Ben gulped, hesitantly, “I know why you hate the idea of marriage, and believe me, I’m not a fan of weddings myself -”

“I know.”

“But I like the idea of knowing that there’s something that binds us together, you know?” he laced his fingers with hers.

“Creating an actual human isn’t binding enough?”

“It is,” Ben chuckled, “but it isn’t. I need the symbolism. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“Ben…”

“I’m not asking anything. I’m just letting you know.”

“Okay.” Annie sighed. “Now I know.”

“Think of all the Pinterest ideas!” Ben mumbled and laughed when Annie smacked the back of his head playfully.

“Oh, fuck me!” Annie groaned suddenly.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Ben bit his bottom lip and leaned in to kiss her neck.

“No, you wanker!” Annie gently pushed him. “I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“I met the love of my life, whom I’m having a baby with but will probably never marry, at a bloody wedding.”

“The irony.” Ben snorted. “Wait, probably?”

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