#like it doesn’t matter how sculpted your arms are Jack you look like the fucking Geico lizard

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i wish men on dating apps knew that it doesn’t matter if you have abs or a jawline, if your face card declines it’s all over NEXT!!

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inventory, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You’re missing a piece of inventory from your erotica shop. Surprisingly, you find it in the same day. It’s around your boyfriend’s neck, who also happens to be your sub. Hm, well, you have to act accordingly, don’t you?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; non-idol!AU; dom/sub dynamic; feels and there’s a decent bit of buildup; smut (mirror kink, spitting, cock ring usage, cock-slapping, scratching, spanking, vibrator use, overstimulation, edging, m-masturbation, cum eating, f-receiving oral); fluff; noona dom!reader x sub!Jungkook

technically part iv of ‘customer service’ series, but can be read alone

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customer service part i | part ii | part iii

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Jeon Jungkook was a problem.

Technically, your problem.

You tapped your pen against your recordkeeping book. No one was in the store. It was the middle of the week. Not usually the time to get freaky. People got freaky on the weekends. You usually spent these times doing the boring stuff. Setting up the deliveries for the rich customers that purchased clothing from you. Cleaning the store from top to bottom and finding some interesting fluids in interesting places. Typical. Answering emails, accounting, taking inventory. You were missing one piece of inventory, but those things always turned up eventually. You weren’t worried.

Eh, wasn’t a big problem.

Your big problem was Jeon Jungkook.

He wanted to be exclusive. Okay. He wanted it to be a relationship. Slightly less in your comfort zone, but you were willing to give it a shot. Unfortunately, Jungkook also wanted one more thing.

He wanted you to lose you temper at him.

Now, there were several things you, personally, did not do anymore. And number one on the list was losing your temper. You did not want to be in power and actively angry at the person you were fucking at the same time. It was dangerous. It was irresponsible. You’ve gone too far before and hurt your sub. You weren’t going to repeat it.

Not with Jungkook, no matter how much he tried to rile you up.

And he tried. Disobeyed you outright. Talked back. Taunted you. It took a lot of your skill and redirection to focus his attention elsewhere and not at his ultimate goal of pissing you off so much that you used sex as a weapon, because quite frankly, that was a fucked-up thing to do and you were not going to do it. You would rather leave than become that.

You told him this. You told him that he should not try to provoke you, especially not this early in the relationship. His body couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle it mentally, and you didn’t want to end up emotionally and sexually abusing him, even if it was an accident. Because it was your responsibility to not do that and you took that shit very seriously.

Jungkook had agreed reluctantly and he still tried.

Sigh.

You rubbed your forehead. If he was an experienced sub, then maybe you could be less strict. But he wasn’t. And yeah, maybe you were a little scared. Because your last relationship had ended very, very badly, because you had gone too far and your sub had been too scared to use the safe word even when it was too much and that really, really fucked you up. You regretted it, even after all this time, even after all the apologizing, even after your sub had forgiven you, multiple times.

You had never forgiven yourself for it.

The whole relationship had fallen apart because of that one time.

After that, you didn’t really date. All you did was have one-night stands with subs you already knew. It was easy having sex with no strings attached. Now you were dating Jungkook. Yeah, that. The dating bit. It was messing you up. It was making you overly cautious. You didn’t want to repeat your mistakes.

You let out a tense exhale.

You didn’t tell Jungkook about this, mostly because you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t want to admit your sub had been too scared of you to use their safe word. You were ashamed. Scared of yourself and what you were capable of.

Sometimes, when you thought about it, you wondered if you should stop. Give up on the dom/sub thing and have vanilla sex instead with some nice guy who had a normal job and raise some babies and fucking chill out. Seemed nice. Life wasn’t about needing a power complex when being intimate after all. You could have a perfectly satisfying sex life with two people in equal power. Could even still be kinky without the whole ‘I’m the authority and you have to listen to me’ thing.

Yeah, well. Before you could commit to that, Jeon Jungkook decided to fucking seduce you in your own damn sex shop.

You placed your hands on your head and let out a big sigh.

Damn you, Jungkook.

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You found your missing piece of inventory.

It was around Jeon Jungkook’s neck when he opened his apartment door for you.

Your face was completely neutral, one hand in the pocket of your black trench coat. The other holding your black leather briefcase. Underneath the coat, you wore a simple floor-length black skirt. Black heels. Nothing but your face and hands uncovered. In one second, you took in every detail upon seeing Jungkook.

One, his long black hair was tied back, his bangs framing his large brown eyes. Two, he was wearing a little bit of makeup. Slight amount of eyeshadow and liner, lip balm to make his lips pinker. Three, he was wearing a very low V-necked black t-shirt that was quite obviously meant to show off his shapely collarbones and sculpted pecs. The ink-black tattoos in his right arm stood out against his tan skin. Fourth, he was wearing leather pants – not the ones you made him, that would be indecent exposure showing up to the door like that – but, still, black tight faux leather trousers that he half-tucked his shirt in so his crotch was visible.

And.

Fifth.

He was wearing a black leather collar around his neck, one with a large silver ring hanging down at the center. It had silver studs with in the shape of a diamond pattern punched into the leather. It closed in the back with a silver buckle.

How did you know this?

It was your missing piece of inventory, of course.

You clicked your tongue.

“Oh! Noona,” Jungkook said nervously, biting his lip.

You little shit, don’t you ‘oh, noona’ me. You almost turned around and left. Almost. Irritation was putting it mildly. You were pissed. He had stolen from your shop. Became an actual fucking thief to get a rise out of you. You two weren’t going out on a date. It was already late, so both of you had intended on having a nice night in. He’d dressed up for it, as one does. Made himself pretty for you to ruin. Jungkook knew what he wanted. And he wasn’t being subtle about it, wearing the stolen inventory right in front of your face the second he opened the door.

He wanted you mad and he wanted you mad from the start.

You did not look at the collar. Instead, you stared into his eyes, furious internally, but completely placid on the outside. His brown orbs were observing you in anticipation. He wanted it. Bad. You had refused to let him cum last time because he had talked back to you. That was a week ago. You wondered if he had jacked off or not. You put no such restrictions on him even though he asked you to. You were curious on how far Jungkook was willing to go, so you let him choose.

And, clearly, Jungkook choose death.

Just kidding. But he was really testing you here. And so, you made up your mind.

You waited, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook flushed and backed up, holding the door with two hands.

“C-Come in.”

You stepped inside, heels clicking on the hardwood. Jungkook closed the door behind you. The large, floor-length mirror was in the living room again. The incident in the fitting room must have really had an impact on him. Maybe he was developing a mirror kink because of it.

You felt Jungkook slide up next to you, his breath against your ear. Shallow, needy, already horny. You weren’t surprised. Nobody dresses like that and doesn’t want to be fucked.

“N-noona…” He was making his voice desperate and breathy, already submissive for you. “I really missed you.”

“That’s lovely to hear.”

You kept your tone light, no pet names, stepping out of your heels and walking towards the couch. Jungkook followed you like a shadow, still chewing on his lip, messing up his own hard work of making himself pretty for you. You placed your briefcase on the coffee table. He hovered as you undid your trench coat slowly, pulling open the tie and unbuttoning it deftly, fingers dancing on the placket.

“I can help you?” Jungkook offered, holding his hands out.

Your eyes gradually lifted, locking your gaze with his. You saw him visibly shiver in excitement.

“No need.”

You saw Jungkook pout as you slipped out of the coat, one arm, then the other, revealing the white dress shirt that was neatly tucked into your black skirt. It had pleated detailing down the front and silver collar pins, completed by the silver cuff links you used to close the sleeves. You folded the coat elegantly and laid it over the back of his couch.

“Are you mad, noona?”

You want me to be mad. Thankfully, at this point you had calmed a little. Yes, Jungkook was an idiot for doing such a thing, but he wasn’t doing it because he was trying to hurt you or actually steal from you. Maybe it was something he’d seen or read in porn. Maybe it was something his brain devised because he felt some weird need to prove to you that he was a good and obedient sub, because he knew you had previous partners and he wanted to outdo them or something. Maybe he wanted to see how much of a dom you really were.

And, most likely, it was all of those things.

“Jungkook.”

This time, you said his name with a sharper tone.

“Y… yes?”

You turned your right hand upwards, entirely aware of the placement of your fingers. Pinky, ring, middle curled inwards. Index up, thumb out. Poised, elegant, almost haughty. You flicked your cuff link, straightening the backing to slip it out. It was a diamond-shaped accessory, completely unnecessary for everyday life and completely necessary to force Jungkook to wait on you one more second. One more heart-stopping moment.

You glanced at his crotch. Hm. Interesting. Then you blinked and your eyes were on his. Hair hanging around his cheekbones, pupils dilating, swollen lips parted as he let out light pants of desire. He was slowly but surely losing it.

Maybe it was because his erection was suffocating in his leather pants.

You twirled your cuff link in your fingers. Jungkook watched the action, entranced by the dexterity of your digits. You knew what he wanted. He’d been texting you all day, trying to work you up. You had made him wait. Just like how you were making him wait now.

“What is your safe word?”

That was the question you used to start off the scene.

Instantly, you saw the relief, the hunger, the absolute need to serve flood his dark brown eyes. Now you were the dom. Now he was the sub.

“Euphoria,” Jungkook nearly moaned.

You nodded slowly, placing the cuff link on his coffee table. You upturned your other wrist, removing the other with a swift flick. You heard him whimper at the quick action. You almost smiled. He really wanted it. Ah, but you are a bad, bad boy, Jungkook. The metal clinked as it touched the walnut wood of the tabletop.

And there are consequences for being a bad, bad boy.

Your gaze connected with his once again. His eyes were practically begging for instruction.

“You look like you want to ask me something,” you drawled. His teeth sunk into his lower lip once more, the tiny mole underneath winking at you. “Go ahead.”

His eyes flitted about, trying to search for the trap. He swallowed, straining against the collar.

“Do… do you notice anything different about me?” Jungkook asked hesitantly, taking a step towards you.

You didn’t move from your position, observing him closely. His hands by his sides were antsy, itching to touch you or be caged with rope. You hooked your thumb at the base of your cuff and rolled it down. Once. Twice. Three times.

“You’re wearing makeup for me,” you replied, letting a small smile drift to your lips.

“A-ah…” He blushed. “Is it… is it too unmanly?”

Who the fuck put these ideas in Jeon Jungkook’s head? You just wanted to talk to them. And by talk, you meant flog the living daylights out of them. You had a big one at home. It could be arranged.

“No, of course not. You look very handsome.” Pause. “And fuckable.”

No reason not to tell the truth.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed a dark pink. “T-Thank you, noona.”

During the entire conversation, you had folded the sleeves of your dress shirt up to your elbows. The stiff, crisp fabric held, and suddenly you were imposing, sleeves rolled up, black skirt skimming the hardwood floor. The neutral façade you had upheld for so long dropped away. Jungkook noticed the change instantly, even though you hadn’t actually said anything yet. His eyes widened a little, shoulders tensing.

Your eyes flashed, chin lifting.

“Or is that not what you meant, pretty boy?”

You did not hide the irritation in your voice this time. His breathing hitched, the muscles his arms ripped and Jungkook very, very much wanted to be punished.

“Um…” He fiddled with his hands guiltily, eyes skirting about. “It’s not what I was referring to, no…”

“Look at me.”

He snapped his head up, gulping. So obvious. His neck strained against the leather. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What were you referring to?” you questioned icily.

Jungkook was shaking all over. He lifted his hand slowly, reaching up to his neck, hooking two fingers around the metal ring of the collar. He tightened them, tugging down a little, eyelashes fluttering, a tiny moan rumbling in his throat. You were going insane on the inside. Fuck, did he know how submissive he was? Did he know how his small, cute little actions made him look so fucking appetizing?

“T-This.”

“Ah, yes,” you finally acknowledged. You waved a hand and he removed his, biting his lip again. “I did notice that. A nice touch. Is it for me?”

He nodded quickly. He seemed to forget for a second that he stole it from you. “Yes, noona, it’s for you.”

You sighed. Jungkook’s expression changed, becoming slightly confused.

“Pause.”

The indication that there was an intermission in the scene. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You are testing me, Jungkook, and I do not like it.”

Jungkook’s brows knitted together, looking down. “I’m sorry, noona.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t try to make me angry on purpose.”

He closed the distance between you two, placing his hands on your elbows. His brown orbs anxiously found yours. “I… I just… please…” His fingers pressed into your skin, his breathing deepening. “I want to see how far I can go. How far you can take me. You won’t…” Jungkook shook his head, hair flying everywhere, ponytail bouncing. “You’re holding back, but I can take it, noona, I promise. I promise I can.” His fingertips caressed you, determination in his eyes.

Hm. Jungkook could tell. You breathed in deeply, inhaling his clean scent.

You are aware of your mistakes. You have learned.

You pursed your lips.

I really, really do not want to hurt you, Jungkook.

“You must promise me.” You looked deep into his eyes. “You must promise me, that if it is too much, if you cannot handle it, if it is not something you want, you must use your safe word.”

He nodded quickly. “I promise.”

And then you crumpled a little bit, your strict demeanor falling, the fears rising, the vulnerability making your voice quiver as you unfurled your arms and grabbed his t-shirt, shaking him roughly.

“No, Jungkook,” you pleaded. “You must promise me.” And you couldn’t explain, couldn’t bring yourself to say why, but he could tell how serious you were because you were suddenly weak, suddenly the parts of yourself that you kept under wraps revealed themselves, the parts you were ashamed of appearing, and you were letting him witness it. Because he said he wanted you. Not just dom you, but you.

And this, well, this was you too.

Jungkook’s eyes softened and he smiled. He leaned in and kissed you, long, sweet, delicate. It was like time stopped. As if the world froze and there was nothing but Jungkook’s lips on yours, reassuring and comforting. He drew back and opened his eyes slowly, warmth in his chocolate orbs.

“I promise.”

You looked up at him, stunned. He grinned at you, showing off his teeth, a little cheeky and embarrassed all at once. You removed your hands from his shirt, lowering them gradually.

“Sorry, I…”

Jungkook’s hands dropped and held yours tightly. He shook his head.

“No, noona. I understand. I know you are looking out for me,” he said brightly. “Because I’m always trying to get into trouble.”

A muscle in your eye twitched. At least he admitted it.

His teeth caught his lip, still smiling. Less nervous now, more playful.

You removed your hands from his. Okay. Okay, fine. Jungkook wanted you to be the dom. Not a dom, the dom. You let out a breath, controlled, clean. Step back into your role. You are in control. You can do this.

“What is your safe word?”

You cracked your neck, a sharp pop that made Jungkook jump.

“Euphoria,” he replied automatically.

“Very good.”

A beat passed. Jungkook remained close to you, unsure what was going to happen. His eyes wide and flighty, chin trembling, hands in front of his chest. You lowered yours, placing them behind your back. Piercing gaze on him, taking a step. His eyes followed you as you slowly circled him, speaking carefully and deliberately.

“So, Jungkook, tell me,” you began, skirt grazing the floor as your glided around him. “What makes you think you’re wearing the collar for me?”

Jungkook’s head whipped around quickly, following your movement with darting eyes. Damn, his ass looked great in these leather pants. He looked unconfident, brows furrowing, trying to conjure the right answer to get what he wanted.

“Um… I thought… maybe you might like it…” He stumbled through his words. “B-Because you like controlling me…”

You smiled at him. Jungkook brightened.

“I do.”

The eagerness beamed off his face as you stopped in front of him, still smiling pleasantly.

“I love controlling you.”

Then the smile dropped. The air around you became ten degrees colder with your shift in demeanor. Jungkook barely had a half-second to realize the change before your hand shot out and gripped the silver ring, yanking down harshly. He yelped, arms flying out, falling to his knees hard, gripping your skirt for balance. Your other arm was still behind you, folded into the small of your back. You narrowed your eyes, holding the collar ring so tightly that your knuckles were white.

His eyes flew up, pain and surprise.

You ticked your head. “But clearly, I’ve done a poor job, because you’ve gone and stole from me, you bad boy.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, scooting himself forward, clutching your skirt tightly. “N-No, please, noona, I only–”

You yanked the ring up and Jungkook gasped, words cut off from the sudden jerk of his head snapping back. “You only what? Pickpocketed? Broke the law? Took my hard-earned money from right under my nose, to hurt me?”

“No, no, never,” Jungkook whimpered, looking up at you, blinking rapidly. “I don’t want to hurt you, noona. Never.”

“Then explain yourself,” you barked severely.

His eyes were turning teary, pleading. “I only… I only wanted to borrow it. So you could punish me and so I could show you I could be a good boy and take what I deserve.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your other punishments weren’t enough?”

Jungkook’s lower lip quivered. The shame of his true intent was creeping in his eyes now.

“I… I wanted to see you angry, noona.”

“Even after I told you that you shouldn’t?”

He nodded, scurrying himself even closer on his now, most likely, bruised knees. Eyes on you, holding onto your skirt, whole body trembling. He angled his hips forward, showing you how hard he was in his pants, straining it even more by pressing his erection into the zipper of the leather. His lips open, black curls hanging around his face, almost pathetic but not quite, because you knew Jungkook was acutely aware of exactly what he looked like. Doing it to entice you, doing it to assure you that he wanted it.

“Y-Yes,” he admitted.

You forcefully let go of the ring, flinging him away from you. Jungkook squeaked, releasing your clothes as his body twisted to the side from your sharp movement. You swept your skirts away and took a step back.

“Noona, w-wait!”

Jungkook tried to scramble to his feet, but you snarled deep in your chest, making him freeze.

“Crawl.”

He looked startled, looking at you with wide puppy eyes. You took another step back. Jungkook followed you, on hands and knees, his bangs flared out, the low neckline of his shirt hanging down, revealing his chest. You could see his back muscles rippling under the fabric. Fuck, he was so handsome. You weren’t heading for the front door. You watched his mind calculate the angle of your body, mood lightening as he realized that was the direction of the bedroom. You, however, stopped at the floor-length mirror in the living room. Pointed to the patch of floor at your feet.

“Here. Now.”

Jungkook immediately complied, getting on his knees in front of you, hands between his legs, keen to please, facing you.

“Other way,” you clarified, sounding disappointed.

He lowered his head at his mistake and spun around, now facing his reflection. You glared through the mirror, making eye contact. He looked very sorry and very dejected. You almost forgave him just like that. Maybe Jungkook didn’t like this. Maybe you were being too harsh.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

His eyes on yours. He shook his head lightly, not breaking your gaze.

“No, noona.” Your heart thudded in your chest at his tone of voice. “I’ve been a very bad boy.”

Jungkook licked his lips slowly, not looking away, the tip of his pink tongue lingering before sliding back into his mouth. He kept the same look in his eyes, but his actions were giving you the go ahead.

Shit.

You raised an eyebrow and lowered your hands. They floated above his shoulders and you were reminded of the first time, in the fitting room of your erotica shop, the moment he seduced you and pulled you into his pace. Jungkook tipped his head back, long hair sliding to his ears, the reflection of the stolen collar taunting you.

This brat.

Slowly, finger by finger, you placed your hands on his face. Fingertips pressing into his jaw, cheek, temple, into his soft skin, nails slightly digging in. Scratching up his pretty face a little, claiming it as yours. Jungkook had perfect bone structure, high cheekbones, sharp jaw, pretty forehead. He was panting, mouth open, hot breath drifting down. Hands on his thighs, clutching them tight.

You bent down, chin above his head so he could feel your hot breath on his scalp.

“My pretty boy,” you murmured softly. “Why must you be so bad? Do I not treat you well enough? Do I not give you what you love?”

“You do,” Jungkook whined in your hands, the guilt creeping into his voice. “You do, noona. Your pretty boy is… g-greedy.” He rolled his hips a little, spreading his thighs more, staring at his own reflection of his low-necked shirt and his thighs open, cock bulging in his leather pants.

Your fingers slipped down, down, tracing the leather collar. You let your index finger circle around the metal, not yet touching his chest, so close but so far. Jungkook kept trying to raise it into your touch.  Your other hand reached back and grabbed his ponytail, yanking his head back. He moaned right into your chin, too turned on to pretend he was hurt.

“I am going to my briefcase,” you stated, not looking at him under you and instead staring at his reflection, torso straining from how sharply you were forcing him to arch his back. “You are to remove your clothes. Whatever is left on you will remain for the rest of the night. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, noona.”

You abruptly let him go, striding to your briefcase swiftly, hearing a flurry of noise as Jungkook flung all of his clothes off. Snap, open, grab. You had already packed a black velvet bag holding the things you intended to use on him tonight. You spun around to see him practically ripping his leather pants off, the panic and regret evident on his face as he tried to shove them down his muscular calves. Smart boy had removed his underwear with his pants, smearing trails of pre-cum down his legs and onto the floor. You waited half a second for Jungkook to pop them over his ankles and he threw the pants to the far wall, so hard they made a loud slapping noise. Jungkook was on his hands and knees, panting, beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was actually hilarious to watch, but now was not the time to laugh.

Jungkook snapped his head towards you, eyes wide, his hard cock smacking his thigh. You raised an eyebrow at him. He gulped. Wearing nothing but the collar. Oh, he looked so good. You could tell him to get into position.

Or.

Tease him.

“Want to put my mouth on you, handsome boy.”

His cock twitched as his jaw dropped.

Your tongue slid out and stayed at the side of your lips as you spoke. “You look so tasty for me. When was the last time you came, Jungkook?”

His hands curled into fists on the hardwood floor, legs falling open, cock throbbing. The veins stood out against the hardness, head swollen and red.

“F-Fifteen days ago…” he whimpered.

He had denied himself. So cute. What a good boy. You smiled at him, still holding the velvet bag. “Really? You didn’t cum, not even once, without me?”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, hair flying everywhere. “Wa… wanted to be tasty for you.”

You pouted a little. “Hm, that’s half a month. You waited so long.”

Jungkook nodded, chewing on his lip. You gestured for him to adjust his position and he turned his body to fully face you.

“Eyes on the mirror.”

He turned his head to face his reflection. Hands on the floor next to his ass, slightly leaning back, legs open.

“Look away and I’ll walk away,” you warned.

“Y-yes, noona.”

You floated down to the floor. He couldn’t exactly see you, but you slid into the frame of the mirror, right between his legs. The velvet bag was out of his sight, next to his leg, but Jungkook wasn’t paying attention. He was staring at his stiff cock and your proximity to it, holding his breath. You collected your saliva on your tongue and opened your mouth. It dripped down in a thin, slim line, hitting the angry red head of his cock and causing it to jerk at the sudden impact, coating it.

“A-ah, s-so good…”

“What do we say?” you purred, collecting more.

“T-thank you, noona,” Jungkook moaned, watching as you dropped more onto his aching cock, splattering onto his crotch. You lowered your head, closer. Closer. Jungkook sucked in a breath, waiting, needing, trying not to move. You made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“You’re a bad boy, Jungkook.”

And then you spat on his balls.

His head tipped back as he groaned, eyes barely open as he watched himself, chest shuddering as he felt it trickle down and onto the floor below. You spat on his genitals again, more force this time, spraying it across his cock and stomach. He cried out, slamming one of his fists onto the hardwood.

“Y-yes, noona, I’m a bad boy.”

And then you produced a cock ring seemingly out of nowhere, eyebrow raised as he wailed loudly.

“N-no, please, please don’t,” Jungkook panicked as you brought the black silicone ring closer and closer to his now saliva-drenched cock. “Please, I promise to be a good boy, please don’t do it…”

You said nothing, simply placing it on the engorged head and using three fingers to hold it, pushing down slowly.

“Noona, a-ah… no…” His eyelids fluttered, eyes on the reflection of his thick cock being viciously squeezed into the silicone ring. He let out a choked sob as it popped over the bottom of the head, sliding down, down, all the way to the base. You barely touched him, removing your hand as Jungkook shuddered, his pulsating length now bound by the black band.

You raised your head. He was still, very obediently, staring at the mirror.

You smacked his cock with your palm.

Not hard, but enough to make it bounce and for Jungkook to squeal, hips rising as his dick shook from side to side, unable to move much from the tight cock ring. He was making it move more by rocking his hips, heightening the feeling of being bound.

You waited until it stopped swaying.

“Your neighbors will hear you, Jungkook,” you said calmly. You turned your head and looked into the mirror. His eyes locked on yours, pupils dilated, strands of hair clinging to his sweaty face. “Should I gag you?”

“N-no, noona,” he whispered hotly, breathing shallow and tight. “They have to know I’m being punished. B-Because I’ve been b-bad.”

Good gracious, Jungkook.

Your panties instantly soaked. Who was losing it here? Was it him or was it you? Fuck.

You slowly smacked his cock back and forth, back and forth, staring at his face in the mirror. His head tipped back, not closing his eyes, moaning wantonly as his stiff length was roughly shoved around, barely any pressure and too much at once because of how hard he was. You stopped, watching his cock bob, almost purple-red now. Pre-cum beaded at the tip.

You couldn’t help it.

You leaned down, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could see, and gave the slit a tiny kitten lick.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Jungkook lost control, eyes rolling back into his head, and you almost moaned, his strong, intense taste all over your tongue. He tasted so good. So fucking delicious. You pulled back, pretending not to notice that Jungkook had looked away from the mirror as he quickly collected himself, back to staring at his reflection. You grabbed his hips and dug your nails into his skin, dragging him so his body was tilted.

“Flip over,” you growled.

You backed up, taking the velvet pouch with you as Jungkook obeyed, on his hands and knees now.

“On your face.”

Jungkook whimpered, lowering his cheek to the cool floor, leaning against it. Now his ass was up in the air, vulnerable and exposed.

“Both hands on the ring.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip, scooting his hands so he held the silver collar ring with fingers on both hands, arms against the floor to hold him up. His cock stuck straight down, stiff and swollen, trapped in the silicone circle. You waited to let Jungkook readjust his knees to be more comfortable and so he could see everything. The muscles on his back tensed with anticipation.

“I didn’t cover your mouth for a reason.”

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook breathed.

You raised your hands and raked your nails over his back, all the way to his ass. Hard, deep, leaving lines of pink and red, almost breaking the skin. Jungkook moaned, tongue sliding out, body shaking, eyelids fluttering. You did it again, and again, creating your pattern of lust on his back.

“Mine,” you growled possessively. Your eyes locked with his.

Thump.

Had anyone ever looked at you with so much adoration before?

Jungkook nodded.

“All yours, noona.”

You slapped his ass with your open palm.

He yelped, shoulders hitting the floor, face sliding a little against the wood. Pupils dilating, whimpering for more. You smacked him again, and again, and again, never the same spot, always with the full palm, all over, causing large red handprints patterned all over his ass. Jungkook was a groaning mess, legs slipping, the head of his cock touching the hardwood.

You stopped.

His ass was bright red, covered in your slaps and scratches.

Jungkook opened his eyes. He seemed to realize he wasn’t looking at his reflection anymore. He panicked, seeing your glare in the mirror, and tried to raise his hips, but your hand stopped him. The tip of his cock was in contact the floor, dripping pre-cum.

You pressed his hips down a little and shifted them from side to side.

Even the little stimulation of the head against the hardwood made Jungkook moan, pleading with you as he desperately clutched the collar.

“Noona, p-please… Please let me c-cum…”

You removed your hand. Jungkook continued rubbing himself in his own puddle of pre-cum on his living room floor, as you predicted. You didn’t stop him. You reached into the velvet pouch again. Jungkook’s eyes had fluttered closed as he continued stimulating himself, probably not enough, but he didn’t seem to care. You pressed the thing in your hand onto his scrotum and turned it on.

“A-ah!”

Jungkook’s hips flew up, balls suddenly shaking violently from the bullet vibrator in your hand. He shut his legs, sticking his ass out into your hand as he gasped, pressing back into the vibrator as you lazily drifted it around his balls.

“Oh, fuck, noona, oh, fuck!”

He was still holding onto the collar somehow as he tried to get more, wiggling his hips, but you were faster, grabbing his ass with one hand and digging your nails into it.

“Stop.”

Jungkook froze, whimpering and panting on the hardwood, cheeks hollowed out, eyes glazed over.

You traced his asshole with the tip of the vibrator.

His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out.

“Oh, please, noona, put it in me, p-please…”

You drew figure-eights around his asshole and his balls, calmly.

“I bet you would love that, but you’ve been a bad boy, so I don’t think so.”

Jungkook whined, shaking his head, dark curls fluttering, soaked with sweat.

“P-please, I’ll be good, I need it, I need you to do it, fuck, please.”

“No.”

You pressed the vibrator into the cock ring and Jungkook nearly screamed, cutting himself off by snapping his jaw shut and yelling into the floor, hips jerking in your hands. You kept it there for a good five seconds before you removed it and backed up, reaching into the velvet bag again. Jungkook had maybe one shaking inhale before you gripped him under his armpits, hoisting him up.

“Let go of the ring,” you commanded, and his hands dropped, helping you get him to his knees. His bruised knees. Still, he leaned against you, soaking your clothes with his sweat, spreading his legs out more so his body lowered and your head could be seen past his shoulder. 

You reached down and removed the cock ring, Jungkook gasping in relief. It rolled away, now forgotten.

“Get yourself off.”

“B-but, noona…”

Your hands appeared and pressed against his nipples, turning on both bullet vibrators at once.

“Get. Yourself. Off.”

“F-fuck!”

His hand immediately flew to his cock, viciously pumping himself as you rubbed his nipples with the toys, his groans rumbling in his chest with the vibrations, so strong, so intense, his tan skin glistening with sweat, arm tattoos dancing as he stroked himself fast, his cock so hard it was purple now, veins popping out.

And, like the masochist he was…

Jungkook grabbed the head and squeezed firmly, cutting off his own orgasm with a wail.

You responded just as fast, dropping your hands and shoving the vibrators against his balls, twice as much stimulation as before. His head fell back against your shoulder, half-moans, half-screams of your name as he bucked into them, working himself up once again, your breath against his neck, your eyes watching Jungkook’s reflection – his shaking legs, his balls cupped in your hands, his abused and overstimulated cock popping in and out of his tattooed hand, his now inflamed nipples, sweat dripping down his neck, long black hair flared out against your cheek, the mole under his lower lip trembling with his cries.

Fuck, he was everything. Everything you ever wanted.

“Ah, noona, yes, yes, you’re so good to me, so good…”

“Cum on the mirror,” you demanded. “Cum all over yourself, pretty boy.”

Jungkook whined, snapping his head back down, feeling you increase the vibration setting on his balls and that was it, the tipping point as he sobbed out your name, shooting all over the mirror in large splatters of white, jerking his hips so it traveled higher, sticking onto the reflective glass, all over his reflection.

And he watched it, moaning, so entranced by his likeness covered in his own cum, dripping down in slow smears, messy and dirty.

You turned off the vibrators, withdrew your hands from him.

“Lick it off.”

Jungkook was exhausted, wheezing, hoarse, and yet he still removed his hand from his cock, crawling to the mess he made, pink tongue flopping out, licking his own cum off the mirror, eating it up with groans of satisfaction. You watched him, fascinated, surprised he even listened to you, surprised he was still going, because honestly at this point, you really thought you had gone too far, but Jungkook was enthusiastically making out with his own face with his orgasm at your command, and loving every second of it.

“Jungkook.”

He pushed himself away from the mirror, immediately coming to you, his dark brown eyes hazy with pleasure. He dumped himself in your lap. You still wearing all your clothes. He looked up at you, lips curving into a naughty grin.

“I love it when you turn me into your plaything.”

This guy.

“What do you want?” Jungkook panted. “I’ll do anything. Anything for you.”

Oh, that’s right. You had spent so much focus and energy on Jungkook that you completely forgot about yourself. How did that happen? Ah, but you were so tired now. You let out a puff of disbelief and slid down to the floor.

“I want a nap. Get back to me tomorrow morning.”

-

You woke up slowly to something wet and hot between your legs.

Can I wake you up by eating you out tomorrow morning?

If you brush your teeth.

Really?!

If you brush your teeth, yes.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, breathing in Jungkook’s scent. His bed. His tongue against your opening, softly lapping, burying his nose into your core. You pursed your lips, sighing softly. The tip of the wet muscle slid up, licking at your clit. You pressed your hips into his face and the large hands around your thighs tightened, holding you closer.

He moaned, so hot, right into your pussy.

Your hands released the sheets, sliding across the fabric, up your hip, tracing his fingers. Eyes still closed, feeling for his long hair, clean, fluffy, wild from sleep. Burying your fingers in the strands, pressing him down into you.

“Ah, Jungkook…”

He licked faster, lips closing around your clit, pushing his head into you as he pressed your thighs into the sides of his face. You could feel his cheekbones, his jaw rubbing against your skin. Felt his wet warmth, rapidly rubbing your sensitive nub.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred and he whined, vibrating your pussy with the sound.

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you hissed, gliding into your orgasm, dripping into his mouth as your clit throbbed against his tongue, pleasure flooding you like a warm blanket.

You finally opened your eyes, breathing out as you saw Jungkook’s handsome face between your legs, cleaning you up. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nuzzling your skin. He seemed to feel you watching him and his eyes looked up, bright, doe-like, chocolatey. His pink lips glistened with your release.

“Noona?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I keep the collar?”

You raised an eyebrow. He smiled at you, playful, naughty.

“If you pay for it,” you replied, half-joking.

His tongue flashed out.

“I can pay in cash and in orgasms.”

You laughed as Jungkook dove down between your legs once again.

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NSFW ALPHABET [Vincent Sinclair]

a/n: soo...this is the first time i actually post what i wrote + english isn't my first language (and i feel like there’s still 1000 mistakes in this although i proof-read it like 10 times) so please don't be too hard on me, but feel free to give me constructive criticism :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He definitely takes care of you after. He’ll clean you up, gets you a drink if you want...really anything. You need to go to the bathroom? Sure, he can carry you. You’d rather walk yourself? Well, you’re only allowed to go after he’s given you your goodbye-kiss-on-the-forehead. And no, this is not unnecessary because you'll be back in a few minutes, it’s a must.

Once all of that is done he likes it when you lay your head down on his chest or the other way around and you just cuddle and enjoy each other’s company in a comfortable silence.

B = Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vincent has a very prominent v-line. He never paid attention to it until he realized how much you like it and with that it became also his favorite body part of himself.

He loves the curve of your hips and waist. (Whether you are slim or curvy, he absolutely loves it either way!) His favourite thing is when you’re lying naked on top of him, your head on his chest and one leg laying on top of his in an angled position. He won't stop caressing and squeezing your hips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He both loves and hates cuming inside of you. He loves the intimacy of it, the vulnerability you show each other, but he is also scared of the possible consequences, at least at the beginning of your relationship.

He also likes to cum on your chest and belly.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Vincent has watched you a lot. At first it was innocent glances he stole, later he would make time to watch you from afar going after your daily tasks and the more he started to obsess over you the less he cared about how wrong it was to basically stalk you. It went so far that he once stood before an barely-open door, watching your every move through the small gap while you showered.

It doesn‘t really matter how long you are together, he still does it sometimes. You’ve grown used to it and now even put on a show for him sometimes, pretending you don‘t know he’s right there.

Another secret of his is that he sculpted your orgasm-face. It‘s weird and creepy, but he doesn’t really care. (I’m referring to the faces he sculpted in the walls on the way down to the basement. You’ll find your face there too, just a bit a part from the others.)

E = Experience (how experienced they are)

Not at all. Vincent has been wearing his mask since he can remember. He didn't even consider pressing his wax mask in some girl’s face. Needless to say pressing your lips on wax isn’t really romantic and with that no teenage girl‘s dream. Aside from that he barely left the house. When he was older he had gotten too used to it. In conclusion: He never even kissed a woman and he didn't have sex either.

F = Favourite Position (their favourite position, could possibly include a visual)

I believe it is called the Sphinx Position.

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He likes how he towers over you. Not even in a dominant way, but more that his frame completely covers yours. Your body is practically buried by his, but in a good kind of way? It’s just whatever ground you‘re having sex on underneath you and him on top of you; you’re trapped in between, there‘s only him and it gives him a feeling of pride. He also loves kissing and softly biting your neck in that position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is quite serious, probably even stiff the first few times you’re having sex. He will get comfortable though and then he‘s a total romantic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Vincent is almost never completely shaved. He doesn’t have the time for it and even if he did he doesn't think of it as necessary. Nevertheless he’s still always clean down there, just a bit sweaty sometimes from the heat of the fire in the basement.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect, etc.)

Uh, yes? Just yes. Yes, sex is an intimate thing to him. Yes, he is a romantic.

While he overall views sex as something very intimate, his mask also plays a big role. He’s scared shitless of taking the mask off, but he also doesn’t want to wear it while you‘re making love. Besides the fact that it‘s quite impractical, it also makes him feel worthless. He’ll overthink and then believes you’re only having sex with him and want to be close to him or even want him at all when you don‘t have to put up with his face, that you don’t actually care for him and that he isn't good enough. He knows himself well enough though, so he takes it off before he can lose himself in those thoughts (this doesn’t make taking the mask off easier though). In conclusion he rather has sex with you when he is (as a side affect, but that doesn’t really make a difference) vulnerable and therefore sex really is something intimate to him.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Well, first of all...he thinks about sex fairly often. There are also quite a few pieces of his art that have a sexual touch. (Have you seen the couple on the couch in the wax house? They’re going at it!)

He doesn‘t jerk off whenever he thinks about something sexual, but he does jerk off quite often. When he does it he‘s downright filthy. Lies in his bed or preferably sits at his work bench stroking his member at first slow and then faster and faster, throwing his head back, groaning and hissing and then finishing all over his work bench with his eyes closed, imagining it was your body.

He might as well has a few photos and videos of you. Wether he took them with or without your permission is up to your imagination.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism. While he does enjoy watching you pleasure yourself, he prefers watching or rather observing you while he fingers you. He’ll spread your legs and position himself between them so that he lies on his elbows, fingering you with one hand and holding you in place (as much as possible from that angle) with the other, his face right in front of your heat. This also gives him the perfect opportunity to have a taste too.

He also has a praise kink. Telling him not to stop? Oof. Telling him how good he makes you feel? Bigger oof. Telling him how pretty he looks? Biggest oof.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He preferably has sex in the basement with you. On his work bench or really wherever, just not directly where he works. You can be as loud as you want, there is a lot of space and lots of opportunities for whatever-you-wanna-try. Plus the house is quite dirty and so is his bedroom and he doesn't want to be that kind of filthy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything can be sexy to Vincent, it really just depends on his mood.

It might be simple, but seeing you naked is his biggest turn-on. I‘m talking completely bare and vulnerable. No towel because you just came out of the shower. No blanket because you’re in bed. No make-up. Nothing. Just you, you’re body being illuminated by the warm light of the candles in the basement. And don’t talk. For some reason it is incredibly sexy to him just taking you in, so pure and perfect. When he sees you like this he doesn't get horny, he just:

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything verbal which is respectless and degrading. If you’re into humiliation, that‘s cool. He can spank you, whip you, do whatever you want, but he won’t call you names. Ever. If you call him names he’ll also probably cry.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Vincent loves eating you out. Your taste, your soft moans, you telling him how good it feels... It makes him proud and when he hears those sweet sounds leaving your mouth he forgets all his insecurities for the moment.

It took him a while to discover this though, since he is so insecure. (‘You seriously want that face between your legs?’)

He hasn’t had any experience, but that doesn’t mean that he’s doing a bad job! He knows your body (or the human body in general) well enough to know what will make you feel good. On top of that he’s a quick learner. For everything else he makes up with his enthusiasm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rather slow, but still quite rough. He’s a big, strong guy after all.

Also: When it comes to who’s more dominant it really changes with his mood and the atmosphere. He likes hovering over you and trapping you underneath him, fucking you hard but teasingly slow. He likes to hear you whining, whimpering and telling him how good he feels inside of you. You look so beautiful when you stare up at him with big glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. Nevertheless he likes being submissive too, you straddling him, pinning his arms down and telling him what to do and what not to do. He likes being soft to you and he likes being rough to you. He likes you being soft to him and he likes you being rough to him too. He really doesn‘t have a preference.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Vincent doesn’t like quickies, they are almost a no-go. He likes to take his time, since it's something where he feels very vulnerable. Rushing through it isn’t satisfying for either of you in his opinion. He also feels like quickies lack passion and isn’t that what sex is all about?

Foreplay is also important to him. You start kissing him? He will get lost and he won't let you go. Not even for sex. Your having your romantic kiss now and you will have it a while longer. It doesn't matter how horny you are, you’ll have to be patient.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely! There’s basically nothing he wouldn't try, he just needs a bit of time “exploring“ whatever is new.

He also isn‘t actually disgusted by anything, whatever tools, body fluids or other things are involved. He might be a bit confused about some things you want to try out and isn't naturally turned on by it, but you can probably change his mind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds they can go for, how long they last…)

This totally depends on his mood, but even if it’s one round and no more he‘ll want to make sure you are satisfied. If you go for one round it‘s basically a lot of very intense foreplay, petting and all that, but less of penetration. More rounds means more penetrating sex, but will probably include some longer breaks in between.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. He knows they exist, but doesn’t bother to get to know more about it. He has two perfectly fine hands and now you, he‘s good.

If you want to introduce some toys to him though he’ll be interested and willing to try it out.

For some reason he really likes buttplugs, no matter if you use them or if he does.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease you, at least not intentionally. When he feels like it, he touches, strokes and gropes you, but never because he wants to tease you. It often has the same effect as if he did though.

If you tease him...oh boy. If he doesn’t realize right away that you‘re doing it intentionally he’ll probably react super affectionate, in the sweetest way possible. Once he does realize it he’s confused as to how he should react and he is?? sad?? Like...why are you messing with his emotions like that? You can explain it to him, but he’ll probably never hop on the train and tease back or whatever.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Isn‘t much of a talker during sex, but he does make some noise. He grunts and groans a lot. Whatever you do you’ll probably get a verbal reaction out of him. He surprisingly isn’t even trying to be quiet and isn’t ashamed of it either. He usually doesn’t talk and it’s as if he‘s letting it all out (Charlie Hoyt voice) f o r b a l a n c e.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon/imagine for the character of your choice)

He loved your taste on his lips, the sound of your soft moans and needy whimpers in his ears, the feeling of your soft skins underneath his fingertips, even your smell. Yes, he loved your smell. The smell of your hair, the particular smell of your body, oh and he loved how you smelled there. He often wondered if this, the way he felt about you, was love or obsession. Probably both, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind because he knew you loved him too. And in your own way you were obsessed with him too. Ever since he‘d let you in, you had given your all to show him. And it had only made the feelings stronger, for the both of you. He placed a last light kiss to your heat before hovering over you again to feel your lips on his. The kiss was lazy, almost innocent and to him it felt like he was drowning in euphoria. With your eyelids only half open and a tired, loving smile on your lips you pulled him down to you. And there you two laid, lovers worn out with no energy left from hour-long love making, you comfortable on your back and he on top of you, with his face buried in the crook of your neck, your hand on the back of his head, you placed a kiss to his forehead. It was the last thing he felt before he fell asleep, just this once the first of you two.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Let’s put it this way: It makes up for what god took away from him.

He’s above average length and very thick. Not big enough for an unrealistic way-over-the-top porno, but big enough to write a letter about it to your best friend if you know what I mean.

Y = Yearning (how high their sex drive is)

As mentioned earlier he thinks about sex a lot, so he’d always be down for it, but it isn’t a necessity. He’s horny quite often, but that doesn’t mean he needs to get off whenever he’s horny. He can ignore it or take care of it himself, no stress. Unless you want to have sex whenever he’s horny of course, then he‘d also be more than happy.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He‘s relaxed but won’t fall asleep for a while, so if you do he probably just stares at you and admires you (he even draws you sometimes, but only if it doesn’t ruin the moment).

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NSFW Alphabet, Shindou A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. Alphabet requests are still open, but remember, I don't accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He can be a little intense during sex, and he really just needs a breather afterwards. He’ll roll away from you so he can have some space, but he’ll reach over so he can keep one of his hands against you so he can have some reassuring contact with you. He’s going to want to hold you after that, and he’ll pull you over to him and lay you against his chest while wrapping both of his arms around you. Indulge him in that for a while, and he’ll fall asleep soon enough so you can go and do whatever it is you need to do. Try to hurry back to bed, though, because he wakes up pretty quickly when you’re not next to him.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he likes his chest and hands the best. His chest is really sculpted, and he likes the attention that he gets because of that (particularly when he’s in his hero costume). He likes his hands because he can drive you absolutely wild with them, mainly on account of his Quirk, but also just because he’s really handsy during sex in general.

On his partner, he’s a sucker for your neck and chest. He loves to leave marks all the way down from your neck to your chest, and he doesn’t care if the whole world can see them the next day. He’s a little possessive, so he’d actually prefer for people to see the hickies and love bites littering your neck.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

It’s got a regular consistency, and there’s not a whole lot of it amount-wise. He’d prefer it if you swallowed his cum after giving him head, and the taste isn’t too bad, so swallowing it is bearable (plus the moan that you’ll get out of him when you do it will definitely make it worth it). He doesn’t really have a preference when it comes to cumming in or on you, but if you want him to pull out, he’d like to cum on your thighs, ass, or chest.

D: Dirty Secret

He’s pretty embarrassed by how desperate he is for you. He may seem confident, and he is in most instances, but when it comes to relationships, he’s oddly insecure and in need of a deep emotional connection to help quell those insecurities. That ends up translating physically, too; he has a hard time sleeping when you aren’t next to him, and whenever the two of you are within eyesight of each other, he’s got to make his way over to you so he can touch you in some way. He doesn’t like being that needy, but with you, he’s learned to live with it.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Because of his struggles with long term relationships, he hasn’t had any of those before you, but he has had a few sexual partners. Because of that, he knows what he’s doing when it comes to physical aspects of sex, but he’ll need your help when it comes the more emotional and intimate side of it.

F: Favorite Position

Lap Dance- Does he have good access to your neck for either choking or marking? Check. Can he run his hands all over your chest? Check. Is it the perfect position for him to reach down and use his Quirk on you? Double check. For all of those reasons, Lap Dance is his favorite position.

He likes the Nirvana position for similar reasons, plus he likes being able to look at your face while he fucks you.

He’s also a fan of the Crab position because of the amazing view he gets of his cock moving in and out of you, and it’s just a really good position for him to use his Quirk in.

He loves taking you from behind, so he’s down for Doggy Style any time.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s definitely more serious during the act, but you might get a chuckle and a smirk out of him while he teases you. That’s about it, though, since he’s more focused on pleasuring you and building a deeper connection with you.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

If the carpet was there it would match the drapes, and there wouldn’t be too terribly much of it, but he shaves it all off. That’s just his personal preference, since he thinks he looks better that way.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He tries to be intimate during sex, but that doesn’t always work out. He’s already struggling to accept how much he needs you, so trying to convey that to you is difficult for him, at least when it’s so prevalent on his mind. After sex, though, when his mind is practically blank from the ecstasy you’ve given him and his worries have been driven far away, he ends up being pretty intimate. The way he holds you after sex will be more than enough to let you know how he feels about you, no matter how much he struggles to express his feelings at any other point.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off at least once a week, no matter how often he’s having sex, and it’s going to be a very long and drawn out session where he teases himself with his Quirk.

K: Kink (One or more if their kinks)

He’s a walking fucking vibrator, so yes, he’s into Quirk Play. He knows the power of the gift he’s been given, and he will use it accordingly.

He likes to be tied up every once in a while, with light domination on your part. So long as you don’t try to hurt him too bad or degrade him, he’ll be at your mercy.

Choking- he’d be ecstatic if you trusted him enough to let him choke you, and he will have no problem with it if you wanted to choke him while you were dominating him at some point.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’s down for taking you anywhere private, so anywhere in your home and occasionally his hero office. Given how tired he gets afterwards, the bedroom is probably the safest place for you two to have sex, and it also makes it his favorite place for it.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing really gets him going, and it doesn’t matter if he’s teasing you or you’re teasing him. He’s oddly playful when he teases you outside of sex, too.

Feed his ego a little bit. Every compliment will make his dick grow harder and harder, until he can no longer resist showing you just how much he appreciates your kind words.

His neck is really sensitive, so small touches and kisses there will get him going in no time.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like intense pain or degradation. He likes a little bit of pain with his pleasure on occasion, but he’ll quickly stop you if things start getting too rough. He also just doesn’t see the appeal in being insulted or belittled during sex; maybe his ego’s too big for it, but at the end of the day, he’s just not into it, and he’ll give you a very cross look if you ever try to degrade him.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lord almighty is he good at giving oral. Not only is his tongue unbearably talented, he also uses his hands a lot during oral. His tongue will be enough to have you writhing and bucking against him in pleasure, but once you feel the vibrations from his hands, he’ll have you screaming his name so loud that the whole neighborhood hears you. You’re guaranteed to have the time of your life whenever he goes down on you, just like you’re bound to do the same for him whenever you go down on him. He absolutely loves getting head, and he’ll be a moaning mess at the first touch of your lips or tongue against his dick.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It varies. On a normal day, he leans more towards a fast and rough pace, but on days when he’s feeling really insecure and he needs to feel more connected to you, he’ll go slow and sensual and really take his time with you.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

He likes the idea of quickies, but he usually can’t do them because of how tired he gets after sex. There’s really not much of a point in trying to have a quickie when you’ll just pass out for a few hours afterwards, so unfortunately, he has to avoid them. Don’t worry, though, because his proper sex sessions will more than make up for the lack of quickies in your life.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He loves to experiment with you, and he’s willing to be a little risky under the right circumstances. He usually doesn’t like to take a risk on getting caught during sex, but if the urge hits strong enough and you can manage to rile him up, he’ll take you in a semi-public area, so long as the chances of getting caught there are decently low.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina is pretty decent. He can usually only do one round, but that round will be very long, and you’re guaranteed to cum more than once. He will fall asleep after that one round, though, and he’ll be knocked out for a few hours. He’s more than willing to go again once he wakes up, though.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

They’re hardly necessary since he’s already a walking vibrator, but if there are other toys that you want to incorporate into your sex life, then he’s game to use them on you. He didn’t own any toys beforehand (again, walking vibrator), and if you can make him see the appeal in them, then he won’t mind it if you use some toys on him, as well.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you during sex, but he can never tease you for very long before he succumbs to his own needs. He also loves it when you tease him, and he’ll let you tease him for however long you want to (he can be a little rough when he takes you afterwards, though, depending on how riled up you got him).

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud. He doesn’t care to hold any of his sounds back, and he pretty much makes any sound that you can think of. Grunts, drawn-out and breathless groans, loud moans of your name- you name it, he’s done it. He’s prone to talking to you during sex, as well; it’s not really dirty talk, but he does like to ask you how good he’s making you feel.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He loves using his Quirk in bed, and his favorite way to do that is by wrapping one of his hands around the base of his dick while he’s fucking you. You’ll both get the extra stimulation of those vibrations, and he loves the idea of both of you coming apart together. He’s likely to keep the vibrations going after you’ve both cum, too, overstimulating both of you until you can’t take it anymore.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His dick has an average girth and length, but he definitely knows how to use it for all it’s worth, especially since it also has an upward curve to it that can give you all kinds of amazing stimulation. He’s also got a few prominent veins along his shaft for extra texture.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high, but that’s mainly because he feels so connected to you during sex. He feels like every session strengthens the emotional bond between you, so he’ll seek you out frequently to fulfill his craving for that emotional connection.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly after he’s had his breather and some cuddle time with you. Sex is an intense experience for him, so it drains most of the energy that he has. He’ll be knocked out for at least a few hours afterwards, too.

[what-stop-the-presses-rly-means]

The College Years part 3

Jared x female reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes

Part 1

Part 2

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I came back from the bathroom, shower caddy in hand, to see Jared lounging on my bed, reading a comic book.

“I always forget that you have a key. One of these days you’re gonna walk in on something unsightly.”

Jared didn’t even look up as he scoffed. “Babe, there’s nothing you can do that’s unsightly.” I smiled a little at the compliment. “’Cause I’ve seen it all. Nothing gross that you do scares me anymore.”

Making an offended sound, I threw my loofah at him. He caught it, laughing good naturedly. Finally putting the comic book down, he rolled over onto his stomach.

“Woah.”

“Yes, I know, my ass is amazing,” I said as I bent down, putting the caddy away.

“No – well, I mean, yeah – but what I meant was, woah, where did all of those scratches come from?” I saw that he was gesturing to the red lines on my thighs.

“Well, if you think those are bad, you should see these.” I tugged on the collar of my shirt to reveal matching scratches on my chest. His eyes widened.

“What the fuck happened?”

My smile grew mischievous as I looked over at him. “Gonzalo.”

“What?”

“Gonzalo was his name. We met yesterday at the beach. Our eyes met across the sand as the sun was setting, bathing us in its gold light.”

“We don’t live anywhere near a beach-“

“There were many other beautiful women on the beach, but he only had eyes for me, pushing his way through the crowd, making his way over. His long, luscious hair blowing in the wind. For a moment we said nothing, just drinking each other in. His rippling muscles were glistening with sweat-“

“Ew.”

“THEN,” I raised my voice to cut him off, “he reached out a tentative hand and caressed my cheek. His accent was thick as he spoke. ‘You are most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on. You must be an angel sent from heaven to answer my prayers. My name is Gonzalo.’ And before I could even utter my name, he placed a gentle finger on my lips.” I mimicked the motion. “’Shh, shh, shh, don’t speak. Let our bodies do the talking.’ And then he pulled me to his body, my hands landing on his supple pectoral muscles.”

Jared made some faux gagging noises which I ignored.

“He looked at me with his piercing eyes like I was only woman on earth. ‘Please do me the honor of making love to me. I need you, your body, your soul for one night. It’ll kill me to pass up this opportunity. I will fall ill with regret. This is my one wish.’ Of course I was a little conflicted. I have many other male suitors, and if I were to spend the entire night with this man what would I be missing out on?”

“Oh my god.”

“But I could see just how desperate he was and I didn’t want to hurt the poor man’s feelings so I nodded. And his face broke out into the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. He reached down and scooped me into his arms, carrying me all the way to his house.

“Wait. He just carried you the whole way there? Like some kind of weird King Kong? Was he swatting at planes?” he asked, the smirk evident in his tone. Again, I ignored him.

“We get to his grand, beautiful home and he throws me down onto his bed, on top of the most comfortable sheets. And he stood there just looking down at me, admiringly. Then he slowly crawled on top of me, his strong arms encompassing my body. But I stopped him, placing a hand on his sculpted chest. I said, ‘Wait. You could obviously have any woman you wanted, what with your body and obvious money. Why me?’ He smiled down at me with the whitest teeth. ‘No one compares to you, my love,’ he said before kissing me passionately… And then we fucked,” I ended flatly.

Jared looked a little taken aback. After a few seconds he burst out laughing.

“Okay, but really, what happened?”

I shrugged. “I get dry skin this time of year so I’ve been scratching.”

“Oh my god, I love you. You’re so extra.”

“I was picturing Jason Momoa the entire time.”

“Me too!” He put his hand up and we high fived.

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“Do you think we’re ever gonna fuck?” I asked ever-so casually. Jared sucked in too much of his beer and proceeded to do an impressive spit take. I leaned back just in time, letting the wall get most of the damage. Trying not to laugh, I rubbed his back and handed him a napkin to wipe his face. He accepted it with a gracious nod before looking at me with a bemused expression.

“What did you just say?”

I shrugged. “Do you think we’ll ever fuck?” I repeated. Jared grabbed the Solo cup out of my hand.

“Okaaay, that’s enough drinking for you.” I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped me.

“I’m serious. It’s not just the alcohol talking… mostly. Everyone’s thinking it. We’re inseparable, we have so much in common, and neither of us has had a real relationship since the word, ‘Yolo’ was invented. We’re basically Will and Grace. And everyone knew they were the iconic, 'will they, won’t they’ couple.” Jared stared at me for a second.

“Except he was very much gay so that would never happen.”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Pft! Please. If there was ever a vagina that man was gonna be in, it was her’s.”

“…Are you sure you’re okay? Did someone slip something in your drink while we were at that party? What have I always told you is the number one rule for parties?”

“It’s not slutty to make out with a bunch of people as long as they’re smart enough to name at least five characters from Harry Potter?”

“…That’s rule number two. Rule number one is to never leave your drink out of sight.”

“I didn’t! I’ve just been thinking is all. And the four jack and cokes that I’ve had have helped me think.” I played with the frayed threads of the carpet so I didn’t have to look at him. “You know I’m a virgin, and I know you say that doesn’t matter and that I shouldn’t care about that sort of thing, but I do. Not because everyone else isn’t, but because, I don’t know, I guess I’m curious. And I wanna do it at some point but I’m tired of waiting for a decent person to come around and sweep me off my feet. God knows decent people are hard to come by these days. I just- I don’t know, I’m ready. And believe it or not, you’re really the only person I trust.”

It was quiet for a moment. A long moment. The silence was ringing in my ears. Before I could take it all back and say I was kidding, he cleared his throat.

“Since you’ve turned this into a serious conversation, I’m not gonna make distasteful jokes including the words ‘jack’ and 'coke’ in them. And I’m a goddamn saint ‘cause they would’ve been hilarious.” I smiled down at my feet.

“Look, obviously this means a lot to you. And why shouldn’t it? It’s a big deal. But since it means something, I don’t think you should just get it over with. And you certainly shouldn’t throw it away on a human trashcan like me.” I looked up to see him smiling gently down at me. “My first time was pretty shitty at best. You know, I’ve told you the story. He used too much tongue when we kissed and he lasted about two and a half minutes. Don’t even get me started on the Pokémon underwear he was wearing! So maybe if I had waited for someone else and not just accepted the first twink that was willing, I might’ve had a better experience. I would’ve had a better story to tell, that’s for sure.” I contemplated this.

“That makes sense. It seems like a lot of ‘first time’ stories go that way. They’re almost always bad.” I laid my head on his shoulder. “What about your first time with a girl? Was it any better?” I felt his body physically stiffen.

“Uh…well…”

“That bad, huh?”

He sputtered a few nonsensical words before standing up and walking over to his bed to sit down.

“Actually…uh…” I’d never seen him this nervous.

“What?” I struggled to get off the ground and join him.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, you’re never gonna believe this, but, I-I’ve never actually had a…first time. With a girl.” My brain took a minute to catch up in its alcohol-fogged state.

“Wait. You’ve never had sex with a woman?”

“Yeah, say it a little louder, why don'tcha?”

“Sorry, it just didn’t seem like a possibility. You’ve always just been a really sexual person.” As if to prove my point, Jared slid over into my personal space and put his arm around me.

“Why thank you, princess. I do try.” Then he looked a little more serious. “But, yeah, I’ve just never gotten that far with a girl. I mean, sure, I’ve done stuff with girls. A LOT of stuff. But it never escalated into anything. I’m not sure why.” He looked at me “You?”

I sighed. "No. When I said I was a virgin I meant it.” His eyes widened a bit, and then softened. His arm tightened around me.

“And that’s perfectly fine. Though I can’t say I’m not a little surprised though. You’re fucking gorgeous. People should literally be dropping to their knees in front of you, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I couldn’t help but laugh and slap his arm.

“Ow! Okay, maybe that’s it. They’re afraid you’re gonna injure them in the process!” I just laughed harder and he joined in. Then it was quiet again, this time not as awkward. I placed my head on his shoulder again and he lifted my legs up so I was sitting in his lap.

“It’s not that I wouldn’t do it,” he whispered. “I’d be downright honored to have you that way. I just don’t think you really want that.” He started stroking my hair. "I don’t want to screw it up for you. I don’t want you to have any regrets.” That broke my heart. I looked up at him.

“Well, wasn’t that what we talked about? How everyone’s first time is regrettable? So you’d be perfect!” I joked. But he didn’t laugh. I sighed. "In all honesty, I’d regret it if it was with anyone but you.” I heard his breath hitch a little. He looked me in the eyes, no doubt searching for any hint of facetiousness or doubt. He must not have seen any because he gave me a little smile and pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.

[elfingal]

Morris Delancey

This is because @sea-creature-anons showed me a whole new world when it came to Newsies. My first smut isn’t this exciting lol!!

Warning: smut ahead, also shitty writing, spanking, orgasm denial (??), a boss!/sir!kink, and sex in public. Oh and he kinda man-handles her so trigger warning there!!

I’m on mobile so sorry if this looks weird!

This happens post strike btw. Here we go!:

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The morning bell rang and, slowly, you sat up. These damn fire escapes are NOT comfortable. They wreak havoc on your back. You stretch and decide to get ready for the day.  As you work your way through the crowded lodging house you hear the familiar call of the other newsies. With you being the only girl in the place you had…an appeal. Now, the boys would never try anything, you loved each other to death. But that didn’t stop them from flirting. “Hey y/n! You look gorgeous, as always. Is that a new outfit?” Race called to you. “Nope. You say that everyday, Race, and everyday I remind you that you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting any of this.” You gestured dramatically up and down your body. Through the chorus of “oohh’s” coming from the other boys Race says, “aw come on! At least give me one good reason why not!” “You’re not my type.” You say. “And who is your type?” Elmer shouts. “Perhaps a Delancey?” Crutchie jokes. More ‘ohh’s’. “Awe come on Crutch! You know I only flirt with Morris because he’ll slip me a few extra papes! So what? Race can flirt with Weisel and it’s fine? Is it cause I’m a girl?” You say, trying hard to defend yourself without making it seem like you actually liked the youngest Delancey brother. I mean, sure, Morris was attractive and strong and you may have had a dream or two where you might have been dating him-thats another story-but he was an asshole. Before the strike, he would beat the hell out of Crutchie and Jack and- well- every other boy to be honest. Sure, he doesn’t anymore but his brother, Oscar, does and Morris does nothing to stop it. But, if putting your dignity and morals to the side will help you make a little more profit, so be it. As you stood in line, you kept trying to get Morris’ attention to smile at him but the man seemed to be looking anywhere but you. You got to the front and asked for 50 papes. You gave Weisel your money and moved over to Morris. You leaned over the stacks of newspapers and smiled up at Morris. You knew he could see down your shirt, that’s why you leaned over the way you did. “Hey boss.” You said lowly. “50 papes for you.” He said shortly, slapping your papes into your hands. Was he…angry at you? He didn’t even look at you. What was wrong? What did you do to upset him? And why do you care so damn much? You were just using him. Why should it matter if he’s angry at you? Confused, you counted your papers…50….he had actually given you 50. Normally he gives you 5 or 6 extra so you can get the extra money. He does that even when he can’t see your boobs, why the change? When you were rifiling through the papers a note fell out from the folds of one. You picked it up and opened it. In Morris’ handwriting it simply said, “I know what you’re doing.” You whipped around to look at him. He was already glaring at you. You went about selling your papers but all day you were bothered by what the note ment. By the days end, you had 5 papers left that you hadn’t sold, which, normally isn’t a big deal as Pulitzer will buy them back but, you never came back with left over papes, ever. The Morris issue was really throwing you off your game. You hoped you wouldn’t see him at the stand  As you walked into the square you were so distracted by your troubles, you didn’t notice the tall shadow watching you from the nearby alley. You sold your leftovers and began to leave. You were almost out of the gates when two strong arms wrapped around your body. You tried to yell but a hand was covering your mouth. Through your fear, you punched out and bit down on the hand. You felt your elbow collide knocking the wind out of your assailant. They let go long enough for you to get out of their grasp but they grabbed you again quickly. They pinned you to the brick wall. “Jesus will ya stop fightin’?! I ain’t gonna hurt yous!” They said in a familiar voice, you paused and looked up at your attacker. “Morris?!” You said, fighting tears of shock. “Jesus why’d ya grab me like that?! I thought you were attackin’ me!” You scolded him.

“Well I didn’t know you would pack such a punch!” He said, rubbing his side where you hit him “I just wanted to talk to ya but I knew yous wouldn’t come to see me!!” “So you thought kidnapping me might be better?!” You yelled. “Shhh!” He put his hand over your mouth again. “If you bite me I will never speak to you again” he whispered. You hesitated. Why did you hesitate? What did it matter if he never spoke to you again? You were just using him…right? Oh no. You had developed feelings for Morris Delancey. Fuck you were screwed. “I’m gonna move my hand now. Promise to keep ya voice down?” He asked. You nodded and he moved his hand. He was still holding his side where you socked him.  You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. “Oh my God, Morris I am so sorry!” You said, reaching out a hand to touch him. He held his hand up before you could and you leaned against the wall again. He lifted his shirt ever so slightly to reveal an already purple bruise. You gasped and put a hand over your chest. “Morr, I’m so so sorr-” he cut you off. “Oh you’re sorry??” He asked angrily. He took a step towards you so you were flattened against the wall with him towering over you. “You don’t have the right to be sorry! You’ve been using me! Just for- for what for a few extra papes?!” You felt so bad. Tears welled up in your eyes. He was right,  what you had done was shitty and you knew it. You didn’t know how you were going to make it up to him. “Awe, shit, doll. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to yell at ya! I just- I like ya so much and I didn’t think a goil like you would be into a fella like me and when I realized it was all fake I just got my feelins hurt is all.” You hadn’t realized you were crying until he wiped tears off your face. “I’m not cryin cause ya yelled at me, you dope. I’m cryin cause I hurt ya! I know it was a terrible thing to do and I don’t know why I done it! I’m sorry!” You began to sob and he pulled you into his chest. It felt so good to be wrapped in his arms. You could’ve lived and died in his grasp. You didn’t deserve the sympathy he was giving you. “If yous feel this bad about it, why’d ya do it?” He whispered. “Because I didn’t realize o had feelins for ya until now. I’m so, so sorry, Morr.” You sniffed and stood up straight. His hands were on your shoulders as you looked him in the eyes. “I know I can’t do anything to apologize enough but, I’m sorry. And I understand if you never want to see me again. I’ll move over to The Sun and start sellin-” he cut you off. “What? No! I want to see you again. I-I likes ya a lot…and uh…there might be one thing…you can do to make it up too me.” He was smirking but his voice had an edge of nervousness to it. “Oh yeah? And what might that be?” You asked, feigning innocence. “Well, you know how yous would call me boss? I liked that.” He said, trailing his finger tips down your arms. “Well, boss, what are you gonna do about it?” You teased him. Suddenly he had your arms pinned above your head by your wrists. His mouth was on your neck, kissing and biting, he was very obviously leaving marks. Your head tilted back and you let out a curse. He raised his head and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He whispered into your ear “goils who do bad things have to be punished, don’t they?” You let out a small squeal as his hand slid over your body and pinched your rear. “Wait,” you said, “What if someone sees?” As if on cue, you heard the gates to the square shut. “That,” he replied, “would be my brother leaving.  We’re now the only two people left in the square, doll face. And, don’t worry. I have a key to let us out.” He held up the key as proof. “Now, about your punishment…” he trailed off, waiting for your approval. After you nodded he moved to one of the crates lining the alley wall and sat down, patting his lap. You knew what you were supposed to do. You walked over and later across his lap, your butt in the air. You could already feel how aroused you were, and you were sure Morris could see it, too. He lifted your skirt over your ass.

  He gently massaged your butt before delivering a sharp slap. You let out a squeal followed by a groan and he began to massage you again. “Count 'em out, baby.” He growled. “One.” Smack! “Two” Smack! “Three” Smack! You went on like this for twenty slaps before he said, “Good girl. You’re so wet for me aren’t you?” “Yes, sir. I’m so wet.” You moaned.  "Stand up now.“ You did as you were told, your core dripping now with desire. Morris stood up and began unbuckling his pants. "You’ll have to forgive my lack of foreplay tonight doll,” He said, already breathless, “I really need you right now.” When he looked up from fiddling with his suspenders he was delighted to see you peeling your dress off your body. The man almost came right then and there. With his shirt half unbuttoned and one suspender on, he froze. He stepped toward you and ran his finger tips up your arms gently, as if he touched you to rough you might break.   “You are so…beautiful, doll.” He whispered. He was torn between staring at you and ravaging you when you wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, you pulled him down to you and pressed your lips to his as passionately as you could. You pulled away and he leaned his forehead against yours. You untangled your fingers and began to feverishly unbutton his shirt. You wanted him. You needed him.   You finally got his shirt off and you traced his sculpted abs with your fingers, becoming hotter the more you saw of him. You almost ripped his pants trying to get them off him faster. His large cock was throbbing so much it was almost painful. You took him into your hands but, as much as he wanted you to keep going, he knew he wouldn’t last long if you did. He stopped you. “No time for that, doll. Turn around and bend over.” He says damandingly but also desperate. “Yes, boss.” You say and you do as you’re told. You’re bent over, holding on to one of the crates for support when you felt Morris’ hands grab hold of your hips. “Ready?” He asks. “Yes, sir. Please, boss, just hurry up.” You beg, desperate. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He rammed into you and you both cried out in pleasure. You always figured he was impressive but, he was a lot bigger than you anticipated. That was the last coherent thought you had before he reached around and began rubbing your clit quickly. You moaned so loud you were sure someone would think something was wrong. Morris’ fingers were digging into your hips so hard he knew they would leave bruises but he was too far gone to care. He pulled out and spun you around. You almost screamed at the frustration.   “Sorry, doll face. This is still your punishment.” He reminded you. “Besides, I want to look into your eyes when you cum. Can you do that, sugar?” He asked, scooping you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you needed some sort of contact, now but, Morris wasn’t moving until you gave him the okay. You could barely speak but you managed to open your eyes and whisper a 'yes’. He rammed into you once again, pinning you against the wall so he could thrust easier. He reached down to rub that bundle of nerves again and said, “Are you gonna cum? Huh, baby? Are you gonna cum all over Boss’ cock like a good girl? Look at me. Cum for me sweetheart.” His words sent you over the edge as you screamed out his name followed by a string of swear words. Just watching you come undone sent him over the edge as well. He barely had time to pull out before he came. You two stood there for a while, panting as you rode out your orgasms with each other. You bent your neck and left a mark on his neck. “That,” you said, “is a reminder. So that tomorrow morning you won’t forget what happened tonight.” “Doll, I couldn’t forget tonight if I tried.” He chuckled. He set you down gently and helped you get dressed even though you insisted you were fine. “I’m sorry if I was too rough wit ya. You just drive me so crazy and I-” “Honestly, Morr, it’s fine! I had a great time. Maybe next time you can take me to dinner first instead of ambushin’ me in the dark.”

You began to walk away and he chuckled, “Yeah next time- wait. Next time?"  He asked tucking his shirt in and jogging to catch up with you. "You mean you want to see me again?” “Of course I do.” You said, leaning into him and pushing him gently. He put his jacket over your shoulders and wrapped his arm around you. “Then how about tomorrow night I take yous out? A fine lady like yourself requires a proper escort. I’ll even buy ya a new dress if ya wants.” “I’d be honored to go out wit you, Mr.Delancey.” You said, bowing dramatically. “But no dress. I don’t want you spoilin’ me or nothin’” “Too late, I’ve already decided. Yous gettin new stuff” he said. You knew there was no point in arguing so you just leaned your head against his shoulder. He scooped you up after you yawned even though you told him you were fine and could walk. You must have fallen asleep along the way because when you woke up, you were in what you assumed was Morris’ bed with a note next to you that read: “Sorry, doll, I had to go. Take this and go buy a new outfit. Love you.-Morris” He had left a good sum of money and you felt kind of guilty for taking it but when you saw Morris’ face when he saw you in your new dress, that made it all worth it.

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Sorry that was so long and sorry if it sucked!!

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